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Simple Man

Originally posted by deanjackles

Summary: Reader has a break in one night and meets Officer Dean Winchester, the one person who might ruin everything…

Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I hope you enjoy this first part of some gruff cop Dean…


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baseball pants;

member- taekook x you

genre- enough fluff to fill a baseball stadium

words- 1,218

summary- you and tae are the embarrassing type and jungkook looks really good in baseball pants. polyamorous!au + sports!jungkook

a/n- sooo this was so cute to write, i hope you guys like it! especially you, baseball pants anon! 

Originally posted by himchansthighs

Out on the horizon, the sun was just beginning set, showcasing a beautiful work of art with wisps of orange and red and pink and purple painted across the previously light blue sky. The current sunset made it worth the lingering heat from the previously sweltering evening hours. Well, the sunset and Jungkook. 

“I got us some Cracker Jacks!” Taehyung says excitedly as he plops down on the metal bleachers beside you. You give him a grin and take one of the bags from him with glee.

“Thanks babe!” you reply while giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. You rip it open hurriedly, the sweet smell of caramel popcorn immediately filling your nostrils. You practically drool. 

“It hasn’t started yet, right?” he asks as he situates himself on the hard bench. You shake your head. 

“Nope, you’re just in time!” You momentarily sit down your precious snack and reach behind you. “He’s so going to kill us,” you predict with a giggle as you pull out the signs. Earlier today when Jungkook had left to go meet with his team, you and Taehyung got to work. Together you made two signs, both obnoxious in terms of loud colors and big letters. They were decorated wih cheesy cheers that you two had found online and kiddie drawings of baseballs and stick men. The touch of glitter was what made you two decide that they were just embarrassing enough to fit your needs. 

“His face will turn so red that it’ll match their uniforms,” Taehyung adds and you both crack up into loud laughter, causing Jungkook to turn your way from his place in the dugout. You two only give him an enthusiastic thumbs up, which he narrows his eyes at. 

A few minutes later, it’s time for the game to start. Since Jungkook’s team is playing at home, they have to be out on the field for the start of the inning. You watch carefully as he jogs out to his position- which is shortstop- and take a moment to relish his handsomeness today. Most of the time, Jungkook would be wearing at least one article of black clothing. It’s his favorite color to wear. But when it came to playing baseball, he actually looked like a boy next door. Every game, he’s clad in an adorable red baseball jersey with his teams name emblazoned on the front, matching white pants and red socks with a stripe of eye black beneath each eye. His hair is always messily tucked under his red cap, curly pieces sticking out from the nape of his neck ,and he never fails to be chewing his favorite bubblegum, making huge bubbles inbetween batters. It was simply the greatest thing in the world. 

“Yeah, go Kookie!” you cheer loudly. Taehyung sighs from beside you. You turn to look at him with a small frown. “What’s wrong?" 

He whines and drops his head onto your shoulder and nustles it around playfully, like a puppy. "Jungkook just looks so nice out there. I just wanna grab him and kiss his beautiful face,” he mumbles and you laugh, but nod.  

“I can relate.” You lock eyes with Taehyung and both of you bust out into laughter again. If Jungkook saw you that time, you were sure he’d think you were up to something. 

When you two manage to finally quiet down, you begin to watch the game. The first batter is up, and it only take him two pitches to make contact. The ball zooms straight out, and you watch with glee as it lands right into the glove of Jungkook. He doesn’t hesitate to throw the ball to first base, successfully aiding in the first out of the ball game. And of course, this doesn’t go unnoticed to anyone. 

“Whoo, way to go Kookie!” you scream in glee as you clap you hands together. Taehyung eagerly holds his sign up high and waves it from side to side. Out on the field, Jungkook catches a glimpse of you two acting like complete goofballs and you swear that, even from your place in the bleachers, you can see his cheeks flare up bright red. 

“We’re totally embarrassing him” Taehyung comments as he notices the behavior of the younger boy. You nod. 

“Oh definitely. But you know he loves it. I mean, if it was so bad, he would stop telling us what time and where these games were,” you say with a smirk. You were right; if Jungkook really didn’t like you two coming out and making him all flustered, he would stop inviting you. 

The game continued on, and to your disappointment, it was a fairly uneventful game. Jungkook’s team is really talented, so they easily took a lead on their opponents. Of course, every single time Jungkook made a good catch or hit the ball, you and Taehyung went wild with your signs and cheers. Other people watching the game were most likely growing very irritated with the way both of you were acting, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care much. At the end of the day, it was all for fun. 

It’s over before you know it and Jungkook’s team prevails, as always. Once he says goodbye to his teammates, he makes his way towards your and Taehyung’s position by the car. His baseball bag is slung over his shoulder and a big smile found it’s place onto his face as soon as he sees you two. You impatiently begin to run towards him at full speed, barely giving him time to react before you spring up into his grasp. 

He latches his hands around your lower back as you wrap your legs around his waist. You give him a sloppy, big, wet kiss on the cheek. “You played great, Kook!” you exclaim. He groans in disgust but gives you one back anyway. 

“Thanks baby. I try.” He gives you a cocky smile and you slap his shoulder. “Ow! You can’t treat winners that way!” he protests but you just shrug. 

“Watch me!” you fire back and smack his shoulder again. You bicker playfully for a moment until you approach Taehyung, who flicks you both on the head. 

“You two are making me seem like the most mature one,” he scoffs, but grins. He leans over and gives Jungkook a short, sweet kiss. “And that terrifies me." 

*
"Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” you and Taehyung chant as Jungkook holds up his eighth piece of pizza. Since he won, Taehyung insisted he had to eat a whole pizza by himself. He had almost gotten the whole thing down, until it came to halfway through the eighth piece. 

He shoves the rest of the pizza in, chews, and swallows. “Done!” he exclaims, but groans right after. “I’m so full, you assholes." 

Laughter ensues right after his jab at you two. "You l-o-v-e us,” you insist and throw your arm around Taehyung, who nods along with you. Jungkook rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling big enough to make them crinkle up into his head. 

He sighs. “Even though you embarrass the hell out of me, I do love you nerds.”

Taehyung smirks and gestures with his hand the shape of a ‘c’. “Well you know what I love? Your butt in baseball pants." 

John Robert Tomlin

John Robert Tomlin

September 1, 1982 - April 20,1999


John Tomlin was in the library studying when gunmen opened fire in Columbine High School. John was hiding under a table and held Nicole Nowlen’s hand to comfort her when the shooters entered the library. John was shot at by Eric Harris injuring them both, Dylan Klebold then came around the table and fired at John once more, killing him instantly.

MEMORIAL:

Born September 1, John Tomlin was a young man with a broad smile and bright eyes. As a kid he loved cars, baseball, family and God. As a teen he added Chevy trucks and the Green Bay Packers to that list, and his love for Jesus developed in him a strong set of Christian morals.

John had a gentle disposition that parents and girlfriends dream of, the kind that didn’t need a heavy  hand of discipline and that made him an old fashioned gentleman on dates. But his sunny disposition could not keep him from entering what many teens enter; a dark tunnel of loneliness where God seemed far away.

John didn’t stay long in that tunnel. Seven months before his death he reconnected with God and rediscovered the joy of his faith. That faith sustained John with courage and strength to face evil during the last moments of his life in the Columbine High School library. In heaven now, John fully understands the truth of the words written long ago: “You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.” 1 John 4:4

Not The First- Daryl Dixon

Plot/Request: @prussiasgurl23 requested- “Hi I love your writing X3 could you do one where your daryls girlfriend but never told him that negan was your ex from before the Apocalypse until it comes out when you two are caught by negan on a run" 

Word count:
 2643

Warnings: swearing, violence, implied smut(??)

Note:
 ahhhh, I had a little trouble writing this so I hope people aren’t too disappointed… 

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Your and Daryl’s relationship was anything but a secret. It wasn’t because you shared public kisses– in fact, you barely did. It wasn’t because of how you looked at each other, how you spoke to one another or even how you talked about each other.

It wasn’t a surprise to the group because of the way you protected each other. The others were your family and you and Daryl loved them, but to each other was different. It was a kind of love that you wouldn’t believe was true. Something you would risk everything for.

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If the TF2 mercs had Tumblr
  • Scout: Doesn't tag anything, blog is 50% bikini women, fast expensive cars and baseball, 50% shirtless instagram selfies
  • Soldier: Anything related to war of any era, pictures of soupcans, detailed text posts chronicling his (fake) war stories, angry responds to anon asks that claim he's not a real soldier
  • Pyro: Only replies with text emoticons, blog fontsize is set to 8 and constantly reblogs pastel punk/saturated color images and animal videos. Maintains three "Ask [fancharacter]" sideblogs
  • Demoman: Scottish scenery and personal tips and tricks on bombs, intertwined with drunken shitposting
  • Heavy: English/Russian blog full of anything Russian, constantly hits post limit via dozens of pictures of Sasha
  • Engineer: Everything and anything mechanical, calls out misinformed posts, carefully arranged WIPs and finished inventions, has a custom URL
  • Medic: Reblogs posts with incorrect medical advice, uploads pictures of medical procedures (in real time, on the field) and Archimedes, never stops reblogging pictures and videos of birds
  • Sniper: Default theme and icon, has never made a post
  • Spy: None, frequently hacks Scout's
Whoopsies!

Suicide Squad One Shot

Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Harley Quinn + Chato Santana, Floyd Lawton & Rick Flag

Warnings: Mentions of violence, swearing

Request: “can you write an one-shot about your “ imagine Harley accidentally knocking you down, a civilian, because you were wearing all black and she thought you were one of Enchantress’ monsters ”, thanks.” - Anon

Word Count: 909

A/N: Original gif imagine is here [x] !

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Babygirl- Negan (JDM)

Anon:

Could you write one where you’re pregnant with Negans baby and how he reacts to you telling him and stuff please.

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Omg omg omg I just found u and I absolutely love your fanficS. Some of them made me cry because they are really amazingly written and stuff but all I request is some negan fluff or angst :3

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Can I request negan angst. Like reader dying cause ricks group killer her or something like that


I’ve had so many Negan imagines so I’ve merged all of them. This is a mixture of fluff, angst and pure feels so enjoy yourself

Warnings:  This can be very triggering so reader digression is advised. Feels, angst, swearing, sad Negan, death of reader and unborn child! (that’s a big one)

You didn’t know what to do. You had been with Negan since the beginning. He had saved you from a herd of walkers with his trusty bat Lucille.

You feel for him almost instantly, his brutish ways didn’t put you off. In fact the way he acted almost turned you on and at least you knew he could protect you.

Even though how close you where you didn’t know how to tell him. You were pregnant. You didn’t know how he would react. You didn’t know anything in this state of mind. But you knew something, no matter how angry he would get he’d never harm you. Or try and scare you, he’d always go outside to shout or take it out of one of the saviours.

You sat on the bed in your shared room and rest your hand on your stomach. As you heard footsteps you began to feel sick. To the pit of your stomach.

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