- Always keep sweats, comfy shoes, makeup wipes, condoms, gum, a phone charger, a hair brush, and taxi fare in your purse/car.

- Wipe front to back

- Don’t use body washes or scrubs when cleaning your downstairs area. A little water goes a long way. Make sure to wash all around the vulva and gently get around your clitoris. USING YOUR FINGERS TO WASH IS BEST. Your vagina and vulva have natural bacteria and oils that are disrupted if you use soaps and sprays/ if you wash too harshly or excessively. They are delicate little things.


- DO NOT USE DOUCHES ever ever ever!!!

- Always pee after sex to prevent UTIs

- Coconut oil can be used for just about anything: shaving cream, moisturizer, lip balm, deep conditioner, cooking, insect repellent, makeup remover.. the list goes on. Get unrefined virgin coconut oil and you’ll smell and feel great. A little goes a long way so don’t over do it.

- EXFOLIATE at least once a week. You can buy an exfoliator at any drug store but I like to make my own but DO NOT use on your lady bits.

***1/2c coffee grinds, 2-3tbsp coconut oil, sea salt

***1 1/4c white sugar, 1/2c olive oil, 3tbsp lemon juice (good for legs, DON’T USE ON FACE OR VAGINA)

- DON’T EVER use sugar on, in, or around your vagina and try to avoid using brown sugar or hard scrubs on your face

- You can experiment a lot with your bath water and different things you can put in it. I just found some really great recipes for detox baths:

***1c ground up oatmeal, 1c epsom salts, 2tbsp lavender buds.. Mix all the ingredients and add 2-3 spoonfuls to your bath water

***1c epsom salts, ½ baking soda, 10 drops of essential oils

***1-2c milk, ½ pure honey

***Add 6-10 green tea bags to your bath water

- Essential oils in a bath are great…. Just some examples and benefits: Lavender is calming, Grapefruit is energizing, Peppermint helps with fatigue, Chamomile and Rosemary help with headaches and are also calming.

- YONI OIL by Goddess Body is amazing. It helps restore the balance of your yoni aka vagina and it is also antibacterial!!! Be careful if you’re buying from a different brand because different brands have different mixtures and some aren’t very good for you.

- THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT!!!!! Oils and oil based products break down the material in condoms which causes breaks or tears!!!!! If you plan on gettin some please do not put oils around your vagina for your own safety!!!!!!

- Face masks are great for skin health and relaxation. Some of my favourite recipes are:

***1 banana and 1tbsp honey

***Plain yogurt

***1tbsp honey and 1/2tsp each of cinnamon and nutmeg (doubles as a sweetener for Chai tea)

- Shave downward or diagonally when shaving your bikini line. USE MENS’ RAZORS. Pat dry with a cold face cloth immediately after shaving to close pores and use a non-scented lotion to prevent irritation and razor bumps.

- If you have crusty ass feet exfoliate them in the bath, pat dry then use Burt’s Bees Coconut Foot Cream and put on socks right after. If they’re really bad, put this cream on before bed and sleep with socks on. This is especially good during cold weather.

- Make sure to moisturize every day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- When washing your hair; shampoo your roots and condition your tips.

- Don’t go to bed with you hair wet. Rub coconut oil into your scalp and brush it out before bed, wash in the morning.

- Massage your scalp with aloe vera for at least 30 seconds before you go to bed/ before you wash your hair to promote hair growth. 

- The more you touch and pick at acne the more oily your face will get.

- Dilute 1tsp of apple cider vinegar in 1c of water for a natural facial toner.

- Try to reduce your sugar intake to prevent acne and yeast infections.

- Cranberry juice works better than pineapple juice. Drink lots of this and AT LEAST 2L of water a day to keep your body healthy.

- Green/ Black tea, fruits, veggies, yogurt, and WATER all support good vaginal health and just overall body health.

- KALE IS A GOD SEND. It tastes better than spinach and you can put it in a smoothie, mix it in with your salad, bake and season it for kale chips, or just eat it as is. It’s extremely high in iron which is good if you’re anemic and get light-headed/dizzy during your time of the month. 

- Eating healthy promotes good mental health as well as physical health so keep your brain healthy too!!

If you’re needing a day to yourself, run a bath and add 1 cup of apple cider vinegar. Get a face cloth and wash yourself all over just with the bath water, especially your bizness. Apple Cider vinegar helps to restore your pH balance to keep you fresh and clean. Shave with coconut oil, exfoliate, then shave again to get all the dead skin off your legs. Scrub the dead skin off your feet and knees and elbows. Empty and rinse the tub and fill it back up with some oils or bath mixes of your choosing. Make yourself a tea or have some water near the tub. Put on a face mask and play some music or read a book or watch a show on Netflix and relax until the water is warm. Drain the water and rinse off quickly with cool water to get all the toxins and oils off your body. As soon as you get out, pat dry and lotion yourself, put on socks or slippers to keep your feet clean and then get into comfy clothes. Wear cotton underwear if you have them because they help get air to your bizzness. 

After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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My Fake Boyfriend Part 3

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1664

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.


credits to the gif owner

When you knock on the door all your family, literally all your family is there waiting for you. The first person you see is your oldest brother, he looks older since the last time you saw him and tired as well. 

Then you saw your parents, your father pulls you to a quick hug while your mother keeps you in her arms until she is sure that you are eating enough, drinking enough water and definitely okay in your city.

Your grandmother is the last one, she smiles bright at you and you swear that she doesn’t age. She is wearing a bright red dress and hands you a glass of wine “He is a much better choice than the last one, you did good, honey.” She raises her glass in a sign of approval, you hug her, you missed your family like crazy, but your grandmother was always the one that made that house feels like home, she was always the one who stayed by your side in fights.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not usually one for angst, but I just had a thought and maybe you can give your insight on it too. What if Seven & MC both died in [insert some sort of accident here] and entrusted their child(ren) to Saeran? How do you think that would go? qq thank youuuuu

(◞‸◟;) so sad but I will write!

  • The news of the car accident was jarring for Saeran
  • But his new title of legal guardian to his niece, his brother and sister-in-laws 6 year old daughter, was overwhelming to say the least
  • He remembered them asking if they could put him down in the will and he just shrugged it off as something you did, he never actually thought anything would come of it
  • The first day was the hardest
  • She was quiet
  • More quiet than she normally was
  • He could tell that she was sad and scared
  • In her little hands she had been clutching a picture of her with her parents on her 6th birthday 
  • His place wasn’t exactly set up for kids
  • He hadn’t even been able to grab most of her stuff or her bed from the old house
  • So he placed some blankets and a pillow on the couch for her
    • “Are you…hungry?” he asked
  • Though she still didn’t make eye contact with anything but the floor, she shook her head ‘no’
  • And Saeran sighed in relief
  • As he was staring into his empty cabinets at a few cans and an old box of crackers
  • A grocery store trip would be a must the next day
  • He had Yoosung watch her during the afternoon so he could go out
  • He figured it would be too much for her to go home and see everything so soon
  • It was sad to see all of the things scattered around the apartment
  • Saeyoung’s half-finished toy projects still lay on his work bench
  • The calendar hanging on the wall with appointments that will never be made
  • Spoiled food in the fridge
  • He lingered in the hall to look at photos
  • There were the wedding ones
  •  Saeyoung hugging Saeran during the reception, a huge grin on his face as always 
  • And pictures from the birth of his niece
  • He had never seen Saeyoung so happy
  • Saeran remembered holding her small body for the first time in the hospital
    • “She’s…cute,” he said with a half smile
  • He threw some toys that looked promising in a bag and loaded her bed up
  • Taking one last look at the place before leaving
  • He would have to figure out what to do with everything eventually, but for now he’d focus on his niece
  • His computer room was cleaned out and he moved her bed into there
    • “You can decorate or whatever…I tried to grab what I thought you would want but I can always go back,” he placed the bag next to her bed
  • She ran to the bag and began rummaging through it, throwing out a few things until she found what she wanted
  • A cat stuffed animal she’s had since she was an infant
  • She pressed the paw and Saeyoung’s voice came singing through
  • He had recorded both of their voices singing lullabies and saying sweet things to her
    • Mommy and daddy love you so much
  • She clutched the cat and began to cry
  • Oh shit, she’s crying…
  • Saeran froze for a moment not knowing what to do
  • He knelt down next to her and placed a hand on her back
    • “It’s okay to be sad…and it’s okay to cry,” he said softly
  • Not the best words but it was all he could think to say
  • He made a mediocre meal for dinner and she picked at it a lot without eating much
  • Saeran didn’t blame her, but he knew his cooking would improve the more he did it
  • Which, he guessed, would be just about every day now that she was there…
  • He cleaned up the plate’s and bowls from the table
    • “Is this normally when you go to bed?” he really was lost
  • She nodded and grabbed her kitty plush to get ready for bed
  • He could hear the sound clips from the cat going off intermittently as he washed the dishes
  • When he finished and her light was still on he peered in from the doorway to see her sitting in the bed crying softly
    • “Do you need something? To like…talk or something?”
  • She shook her head
    • “Well…mom and dad would…read to me,” she said through whimpers
  • Right, of course
    • “I’ll be right back,” he said
  • When he returned he had a book in one hand and was dragging his computer chair in the other
  • Sitting next to the bed he showed her the cover
    • “S-” he choked for a second, “your dad used to read this to me when we were your age,” he opened it up
    • “Dad did?” she wiped her eyes and seemed interested for the first time since she arrived
    • “Yeah, he did. He always made sure to explain things to me, and do voices,” Saeran smiled remembering it
    • “Dad did that for me, too,” she smiled
    • “I’m not your dad…but I can try my best to read it like he would.”
  • He closed the book and stood up
    • “Do you like ice cream?” he asked her
    • “I do”
    • “Stories are always better with ice cream, I’ll go get some.”
  • He had seen her smile finally
  • Perhaps he was getting somewhere
    • “Ice cream? In bed? Is that okay?” she asked
  • Saeran shrugged
    • “I think for tonight it’s okay.”
Fic: Wait

Prompt: “When was the last time you slept?”

“When was the last time you slept?” Oliver asks, walking into the bunker after a long day at City Hall.

He hadn’t expected Felicity to be here, considering he’d told her to take the day off this morning after they pulled an all nighter following up on a lead that turned out to be another dead end. Since she is still wearing the outfit she had on when he left this morning, he knows she hasn’t left.

“What day is it?” Felicity asks, not looking up from her screen.

“Tuesday,” he says, looking around the room for any sign that she’s at least eaten, but all of the garbage cans are empty, so he knows she hasn’t. The only sign that she’s consumed anything is the coffee cup in front of her and the empty K-Cups on the counter near the kitchen.

“Tuesday, right,” she mutters, clearly distracted by whatever it is she’s doing. “And what day did we go after Valenzuela?”

Oliver looks at her in concern before saying, “Saturday.”

She’s got to be kidding. She can’t have been up that long. How is she even functioning right now?

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How to get a girlfriend:

Step 1: leave your bed
Step 2: approach cute girl
Step 3: compliment her
Step 4: find out she’s straight and retreat to bed and cry internally
Step 5: eat some ice cream and watch hairspray

an incomplete list of draco and hermione being idiots in love™ 

  • draco absentmindedly twirling hermione’s hair through his fingers while she leans her head on his shoulder
  • hermione unconsciously putting her feet on draco’s lap when he sits on the same couch as her
  • scorpius asking draco when he fell in love with mum and draco just replying with “she punched me in the face” (and is rewarded with a slap on the knee by hermione)
  • both of them having trouble sleeping in an empty bed while the other is away
  • hermione forcing draco (with threats) into mrs. weasley’s christmas sweater that she had made just for him 
  • draco not knowing how to react to a devastated hermione when crookshanks ends up passing from old age. however a month later she has a kitten thats plopped in her lap as draco walks by while she’s reading in her favorite chair
  • they are the epitome of embarrassing parents™ with scorpius 
  • “so you have a crush on me then granger” “draco we’ve been married for five years”
  • draco carrying hermione’s wand in his cloak pocket while she’s in a meeting 
  • blaise threatening to hex both of them at lunch if they don’t stop “giving each other those bloody snogging eyes” and “just let me finish my goddamn tea before you two idiots climb each other”
  • having ‘silent parent arguments’ across the table over if scorpius can have one more scoop of ice cream before bed
  • “call my husband a ferret again and see what happens” (ron visibly gulps and harry immediately quiets down)
  • reading/doing paperwork together in bed
  • hermione giving draco driving lessons (they make blaise come too, he sits in the back and glares at them)
  • hermione laughing in the doorway while watching a frustrated draco give baby scorpius a bath (who squeals while splashing draco in the face)
  • both leaving their jobs midday to have lunch together
  • while hermione is browsing in one of the shops in diagon alley, draco will sometimes wander off by himself and then come back with a gift for her (usually a book or a piece of jewelry)
  • draco lays his head in hermione’s lap while they tell each other about their worst memories and fears during the second war (these talks are extremely private)

anonymous asked:

A concept™ So when you're pregnant, Harry is obviously doing the most to take care of you. But he has one task he takes to heart. Every night before bed, he has a standing appointment with your bump and a tube of stretch mark cream. He takes painstaking care in making sure he smooths it over every growing inch of you. It's his opportunity to get as up close and personal with his baby as possible, and to really feel how your body is changing to accommodate the forthcoming bun.

He says he’s doing it to take care of you - which he is - but it’s also an excuse to spend extra time with his little bump. Not that he doesn’t already have his hands all over you any chance he can get during the day, but at night when things have settled down and you’re laying there with your shirt pulled up over your ever-growing belly, he can’t resist but to lean over and rest his hand there for a while.

“Look at all the marks, Harry!” you whine, looking down at the lines that have started to make a home on your skin as the child inside stretches you week by week.

“Shh,” he’ll sooth, running his fingers along your stomach, “Just means she’s growin’ up big and strong in there, s’all.”

Every single night, he grabs the tube of stretch mark cream from beside the bed and gently works it over the parts of your belly that you complain are the worst, even though he really can’t see much of anything.

He’ll talk to the bump as well, every single time. It amuses you, because sometimes it’s almost as if you’re not there at all; as if it’s just Harry and your unborn child. He’ll carry on full conversations with her, telling her about what you did that day and what your plans are for tomorrow. He’ll talk about how Grandma Anne is doing and the latest adventures that Auntie Gem has been on.

“Daddy’s got to go away again in a week or so, but I promise I won’t be gone long. Just two weeks, and then I’ll be right back here with you and mummy. So you’ve got to promise to be good to her while I’m gone; I know you like to kick and wiggle around, but she needs sleep and she needs to keep all of her ribs in one place, okay?”

It never fails to make his heart flutter when he feels his daughter kicking back against his hand at the sound of his voice. Whether or not she’s actually responding to him or just wiggling around for the fun of it, he doesn’t care. He’ll just smile, place a kiss to your belly and say, “There’s my squirmy little monkey.”


So recently my Vengeful POS niece who I was babysitting decided that because I wouldn’t let her have Ice cream before bed that she would take a marker to my Throne of Glass Colouring book.

I won’t take a picture of the ruined book and I am so lucky my bedroom door was locked because if she’d got in there with the marker she could have ruined a LOT of books.
She only took a marker to my finished prices. Including the front cover of the book. And the front page, but scrawled ‘Millie is mean’ and 'I hate Amelia’ along the sides of some of the unfinished pages….
At least she didn’t ruin them all completelt….

I’m so Fucking furious right now.
And devastated…
So it’s time to buy another book…

As for these pages that I’ve saved… I don’t know what to do with them…
Shall I keep them for practice?

@hermajestymanon, @propshophannah @underthe-mountain. I’m torn between crying and strangling her.

Has anyone ever had a vindictive brat do this to their prized possessions?

Fever (Stark!Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

Word Count: 1410

Summary: the stomach bug seems to be going around the city, and it doesn’t come at much of a surprise when Pietro is the one to fall ill.  

A/N: you all know I loooove writing this love/hate relationship trope! definitely one of my faves. and to top it all off, we just hit 2k!!! I for real can’t thank you all enough. Maybe we will do something special this weekend, hmm *wink*

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#17 Dating EXO would include: Kris’ Edition:

-Him being a couch potato and a lzay ass, he’d wake up and then lay on the couch because he “needs to rest”

-”Hey kris do i look hot in this dress?” “well you look hot but i am way hotter”

-He’d send you a picture of him every morning with a “now your morning is blessed” every damn day.

-He’d steal your phone and change your lockscreen and wall paper to a picture of him.

-He’d stare at you for like an hour, and if you catch him staring he’d turn away, and if you asked him if he was staring at you he’d reply with something like “no i wasn’t, get over yourself”

-You’d go to spa dates together.

-You can’t touch his face because you cannot touch “the art”

-He’d take like 30 minutes each night applying lotions and creams before bed, because he gotta stay fresh and handsome.

-If you went out to have dinner, he wouldn’t order chicken and you would, after a while you’d find him sneaking a piece of chicken from your plate.

-”I thought chicken isn’t you style” he’d reply with a giggle.

-He would try to prank you but his smile would give it away.

-He’d tease you about your height, but actually he’d love how you fit perfectly in his arms with your head against his chest, and how petite you look next to him.

-He’d call you “babe” a lot.

-He’d nag and complain a lot, especially when he is sick or when he is tired or when he wakes up in the morning.

-”babe can you make me pancakes?” “babe do you love me?” “Y/N it’s so hot in here”

-If a guy approached you in public, he’d stare at him until he scares him off, and then he’d look at you as if nothing happened, after all he gotta keep that cool guy image”

-He’d hug squeeze you so tightly, at random times becaus ehe just loves you too much and you are too cute for him to not to squeeze you.

-He’d buy you jewelry and clothes for gifts and he’d get you teddy bears and flowers and chocolate 

-He’d love to back hug you, and he’d love to put his haid on top of yours because you are so tiny and cute and he can’t resist it.

-You teasing him a lot, and him pouting.

-Him trying to use agyo at you, only ending up in you laughing for ages.

-He’d try to win you in a sass battle, but his comebacks keep on getting poorer by the second.

-Although he may not say it often but he loves you so much, and he would make sure you know that.

-Sex with him depends on the mood, if he is in the mood for teasing, he would tease you for as long as he can handle, if he is into rough play, he will give it to you rough and hard.

-He’d want you to play with his hair, his sculp,

-You two would fight over candy and chocolate like kids.

-He’d take you to meet his mom when he is sure that you are the one. And it’d be the first time you’d see him turn into a baby.

-He’d open up to you and expect you to understand.

-He wants you to trust him.


You didn’t react quick enough. You weren’t an elf.

The orc came out of nowhere, and right as you noticed it, it’s long sword disappeared into your side. Gimli was closest to you, and he yelled for Legolas as he rushed to you. You knew that if he was calling for your husband to be, the wound was serious.

Aragorn takes care of the orc that stabbed you, and he and Gimli stand beside you as they defend you from the oncoming army. Your immortal love is nowhere to be seen.

Aragorn catches sight of your striking (e/c) eyes starting to droop out of the corner of his eye. “No, (y/n)! You have to stay awake!”

He and Gimli hear you mumble something incoherent, and you force your eyes open. “Legolas!” Aragorn yells.

Just as they finish off the last of the army, you close your eyes. The last thing you see is your fiancé running toward you with the most distressed look you’ve ever seen on his face.

The first thing you see is bright, yet soft, golden light. Your eyes flutter open, squinting at the sunlight shining into the room you lay in. The bed you lay on is soft, beautiful cream bed coverings covering you up to your chest.

You try to sit up, hissing as a wave of sharp pain laces through your right side. This wakes up your companion, who you didn’t realize was there until his hand shifted in yours. Even in sleep, elves are remarkably silent.

Legolas looks at you, tired blue eyes widening. “(y/n)! You’ve awakened!”

You smile. “Yes I have. What happened?”

His smile disappears. “You were stabbed in battle. We got you to Rivendell as quickly as we could.” His hand tightens around yours, and you bring it to your lips softly.

“How long have I been here?” you ask.

The elf smiles softly. “One week.” You sigh as Legolas buries his other hand in your hair. “We feared you would never awaken. You lost so much blood.”

He looks down at the sheets, blue eyes clouded with toil. A lock of his blonde hair falls over his shoulder, and you take it in your hand, playing with it. You notice the purple bags under his eyes.

“Have you slept?” you ask.

He looks you dead in the eye. “Would you have if it were me?”

You smile, and he leans forward to kiss you softly on the lips. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

You smile, brushing his hair back behind his shoulder. “I love you too.”

‘And She Was’ (Simon x OC x Negan, Part 7)

Title: “And She Was”

Characters: Simon (The Walking Dead), Negan (The Walking Dead)

Tags/Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence, Negan being Negan

Art Credit: Art is mine, y’all!

NOTES: Savannah strikes a bargain with Simon, and realises that Negan might be the key to helping her get what she wants. (Thanks for all the lovely comments btw <3)

Taglist: @simons-thirst-squad @backseat-negan @collette04 @sppplendiferousfinch @kuenie @neganisking @isayweallgetdrunk @toxic-ink(if you’d like to be added, just let me know!)

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My tongue is stuck behind my woolly teeth, sandpaper dry. My entire body bears a dull, throbbing ache, and my neck is twisted where my head leans against the cool ground. I feel panic begin to ebb inside me, and for a fleeting moment I numbly wonder if I’m outside. I slowly open my heavy-lidded eyes, and am confronted only by dense, velvety blackness. Like the soft underbelly of a bear, inescapable and all-consuming. A sliver of light splits the dark like a blade of grey, and I twitch my fingers. Experimenting with movement. Mouth open, saliva trailing over my chin. From beyond the door, the muffled echoes of footfalls and conversation. It passes over me as if I were underwater, the lip of the ocean foaming and rocking above me, crisp and clear and icy blue.

“Mom.” I croak, and the word echoes hollowly in the cell. I war with myself, simultaneously trying to remember how I got here, but also wary enough to press the memory far away from me. Better to not remember some things. “I messed up. I lost her.”

And then it happens – the inevitable – and I curl onto my side and start crying. The concrete feels like a relief underneath me, firm and unyielding and anchoring me to the earth. Blinking, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, I spot a pillow and a flask against the brick wall. And then the sensation of his arms around my middle brings me back with a devastating crash to the present moment, of the events preceding this. Negan threatening the Doctor. Simon grabbing me. Voices raised, and my head rolling back to stare at the dust particles rising like tiny angels to the high ceiling. The sensation of being sucked down a long, soft black chute. The respite from thought and emotion that was almost pleasant.

My chest aches with bitten-back sobs, and I gingerly force myself onto my knees and crawl to the pillow.

“Mom, I fucked it all up.” She’s not here. She’s god-knows-where, but within the metre-by-metre room I’m certain no one can hear me speak. And since what happened by the fishing lodge, I’ve refused to divulge. “There was a girl, and she was counting on me. And – and I couldn’t help. And it was so wrong and so ugly and I…” My face finds the pillow and I murmur into it, fingers curling into the fabric. Crushing it. Tears bristling into rage. “…I couldn’t do anything. It was like time stopped. After what happened with dad, I thought we’d had our share of bad luck. It thought it was over, you know? But-”

I glimpse shadows fracturing the thread of light underneath the door, and I freeze. Lifting my head from the pillow, I prop myself up and scramble to the corner of the cell, pressing my back into the wall. The door opens with a creak, and I throw an arm over my eyes as light engulfs the space. Throws itself off the dank walls thinly coated with grime. My eyes blister with it, and I duck my face into the collar of my shirt, hiding.

“Have you cooled off now, doll?” A voice says, and I refuse to remove my face from my shirt. My pulse races, and through the cotton I can see Negan’s silhouette fill the doorway. “Doll.” He sighs, as if exhausted. I hear the door creak half-shut behind him, and I slowly lift my gaze from my collar. He leans against the door-frame, looking down the bridge of his nose at me with a look of fatigue and pity.

The rage I felt has subsided into a simmering discomfort. I draw my feet closer into myself and huddle tighter against the wall as he watches me.

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My Best Friend’s Brother Part 16

My Best Friend’s Brother Part 16


Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

A/N: Hey guys so there are only going to be 2 more parts to My Best Friend’s Brother thank you all so much for being so supportive and wonderful all the time. I’m already working another Dean x Reader story that i’m super excited about and also a Bucky x Reader that will probably get posted this week. Love you all and i hope everyone is having a great week <3

Pairing: (MOC,Demon)Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff


To say that the last week had been hell would be an understatement. You and Sam had successfully brought Dean back to the bunker and were able to turn him human again, but he still had the mark and so much guilt that he wouldn’t even look you in the eye. Whenever you entered a room he would shut down and pretend like you weren’t there. You had even taken to sleeping in your old room again because the first few nights of him being human again you found him sleeping on the couch just to avoid you. You knew that he felt terrible about the things he did and the way he treated you but you wished he’d just talk to you so that you could tell him you forgave him and loved him, but you also didn’t want to push too hard and push him even further away so you waited.


“Mornin’ Sammy” you said groggily walking into the kitchen. Sam was making breakfast and handed you a cup of coffee as you sat down. The two of you talked and laughed together as he cooked. As much as you loved Dean you felt a twinge of guilt for letting your friendship with Sam be put on the back burner. As the two of you were laughing Dean walked into the kitchen and you gave him a soft smile, this time his eyes lingered longer than usual and you realized why. You were wearing one of his sweatshirts, boy short underwear and your glasses and nothing else.

You walked into Dean’s bedroom ready for a movie and bed when all of a sudden you felt hands grip you from behind. You giggled as Dean trailed his hands up your body and began kissing your neck, “Baby whats got you going?” you giggled out. “You sweetheart, nothing sexier than this outfit” he groaned into your neck. You laughed not believing him, “are you serious? I’m a mess, I’m in one of your huge sweatshirts and my glasses and look exhausted”. “You look sexy as hell baby girl, this might be my favorite look on you…” and before you knew what was happening he had you pinned to the bed.

Your cheeks burned red at the memory and you quickly looked away. Dean took a seat next to you and you snuck a glance back at him and noticed him eyeing you with a smirk. You smiled at him feeling  hopeful that he’d finally decided to let you back in. Your attention turned back to Sam who was finishing up the bacon.

“This brings back memories doesn’t it?” he asked laughing.

“Me and Jess used to make you cook for us all the time” you giggled stealing some bacon earning a glare from Sam.

“yeah and I always offered to teach you two but you always said no” he said as he gave you and Dean your plates of food.

“Why would we learn when we had you?” you said playfully.

“God I swear sometimes it felt like you and Jess were in a relationship and I was the awkward best friend” he laughed and you threw a piece of bacon at him.

“Who are you calling awkward?” you asked and Dean and Sam laughed. You beamed at hearing Dean’s laugh for the first time in a while.

“ You two were impossible sometimes I would come home to the two of you in our bed and there would barely be any room for me” he responded.

“Dude why would you complain about having two gorgeous women in your bed?” Dean asked mouth full of food and you laughed.

“I wasn’t getting anything out of it they were always eating pizza or ice cream in my bed and then would fall asleep watching movies”

“Hey we sometimes let you cuddle with us!” you responded which pulled a laugh out of Sam and Dean

“You two sure were something” Sam said smiling.

You’re smile fell a bit as you remembered, “yeah, she was my person” Sam reached across the table and gripped your hand and you smiled at him before getting up to get more coffee.

“That’s the first time I’ve really heard you two talk about her” Dean said from the table.

“yeah I guess up till now it was too painful” Sam responded

“But now we can talk about her and laugh and smile at the memories. God we have so many memories” you laughed as you came behind Sam hugging him. You placed a kiss on the top of his head and sat back down to finished eating. Sam was talking the two of you through a new case. As you were talking you felt Dean’s hand grab yours in your lap. He intertwined your fingers and began rubbing his thumb along your hand. You looked up to try and meet his gaze but he was completely focused on Sam listening intently so you simply just squeezed his hand and then went back to listening trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.


“Ok well I’m going to go pack up lets leave no later than 2” Sam said as he got up, he gave you an encouraging smile as he left and you understood that he was trying to get you and Dean to talk. You and Dean nodded but remained seated. Once Sam had left the room you turned to face Dean who was already looking at you.

“Y/N, I don’t even know where to start… I am so so sorry” his voice cracked as he spoke and you could tell he was holding back tears, he placed his face in his hands as he tried to settle himself. You got down on your knees on the floor in front of him and ran your hands up and down his legs trying to comfort him. He lifted his face to look at you and you placed your hands on either side of his face.

“Dean I forgave you even before you did those things. There is nothing you could do to make me stop loving you. And that wasn’t really you, you were a demon, I don’t blame you for anything” you said with your forehead pressed to his.

“But I did do those things, I remember the things I did, I was cruel and I cheated on you and said horrible things, and used you-“

You cut him off as he spoke, “Dean, I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do, you weren’t forcing me to do anything, do you understand?” you said sternly and he nodded, “it probably wasn’t the healthiest thing to do but there was no way in hell I was going to leave you no matter what you did, but even as a demon you never forced anything, I can promise you that everything we did I wanted too…” you trailed off feeling slightly embarrassed, because you had been very attracted to demon Dean and you couldn’t really explain what happened. You were beyond happy to have your Dean back, but you couldn’t deny that there was a weird connection with the demon version that you were scared he’d judge you for.

And to your astonishment Dean started laughing. You looked up at him with a questioning look, “even as a demon I couldn’t scare you away, god you must really love me” he chuckled and you started to giggle too. Dean pulled you up into his lap and held you as he laughed and you placed kisses all over his face.

“Nope nothing will scare me away Dean, I’m yours” you smiled. Dean pulled you into a tight hug trying to convey all his feelings. You placed a kiss on his forehead and pulled back to look at him.

“Wanna go get some junk food and lay in bed all day eating and watching movies”

“Mmm maybe in a few hours baby girl, I want to spend some time loving on this body of yours first…” he mumbled out between kisses and you giggled nodding your head. His face turned sad again for a moment and you looked at him wondering what was going on in his head, “I want to make love to you baby girl, to make up for how- for how I treated you…”

“Dean-“ you started but he cut you off

“I know you forgive me, I know that you don’t blame me, and that ya know all that sex was consensual, but I just, I want to love on you, be sweet with you, and just worship every inch of your body just because I need to baby” he said his gaze wavering from yours for a second and you understood.

“Ok Dean, I love you”

“I love you” and with that he leaned in and kissed you in a way you hadn’t been kissed in a while.

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