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I Should’ve...

Pairings: Negan X Reader

Summary: Negan is trying to deal with your death, he’s remembering moments together and regretting things he should’ve done and said.

Warnings: Death, swearing, NSFWish.

Word Count: 4000+ (It’s a biggin’)

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction


You laughed and shook your head. “I wouldn’t be one of your wives if you were the last man on the earth.” 
Negan smiled hugely. “Fuck! Come on, Baby! I’m crazy for you!” You glared at him. “No. What part of that are you not understanding?” 

“The fucking reasoning! I’m good looking! I got a nice body under this leather! I’m hung like a fucking horse!” You sighed harshly.

“Don’t talk to me about your dick! I don’t care! And you killed my friends! That’s the reasoning.” “I made sure you didn’t see that…” 

You looked away from him. “It didn’t make the pain any less.”“If I could, I’d take that away from you.”

You looked at him, your eyes screeching his face for the lie. It wasn’t there.


Rick finally did it. He knocked Negan from his high horse.

Negan sat on his knees on the ground. His eyes following Rick’s form. He was clenching and unclenching his fist. Simon was on his knees beside him along with Dwight and a few others.

You stood behind Rick, Lucille in your hands. She leaned over your shoulder. You wouldn’t look at him. Negan tried to catch your gaze, but you wouldn’t let it happen. 

“How’s it feel? Huh!” Rick yelled, laughter filling his voice. Rick reached for Lucille and you handed her to him. Rick thanked you with a nod of his head.
Rick began twirling the bat around, smiling and keeping eye contact with Negan the whole time.

You felt a hand touch your arm. You looked up and seen Daryl looking at you with sad eyes. You gave a sad smile.

Finally, you looked at Negan, his eyes locked with yours and you tried so hard not to let the tears fall. Negan shook his head at you and mouthed, “Don’t cry… Please.”


You smiled at Negan’s dirty joke. You sat in the passenger’s seat in his truck. He made you join him on a run. “You really need to keep those jokes to yourself.” Negan smiled. “You fucking love them!”

“I really don’t.” Negan laughed. “Then why do you smiled every time I tell you one?” “Because you’re stupid!” Negan smiled and reached out and slapped your thigh. “You asshole!” You laughed, shoving his shoulder.


Rick began singing the rhyme that was so familiar to Negan as he pointed the bat at everyone on their knees. Every time the bat was pointed at Negan, he would smirk his trademark smirk. It reached his eyes and it drove Rick crazy.  

“Eeny, meeny, miny.. moe.. catch.. a tiger… by its toe.. if he hollers. let him go… My mother.. told me.. to pick.. the very best one.. and you… are…..it!” Suddenly the world around Negan came crashing down

.Rick spun around and hit the bat against your legs. Your knees buckled and you fell to the ground. The barbwire dug into your legs. Rick jerk the bat away from your legs, causing the write to rip your jeans and skin. You screamed out in pain.

You looked at Rick, your eyes filled with fear. Rick had tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry…” With that, he raised the bat above his head as Negan jumped up. Jesus and Daryl grabbed a hold of his arms and pulled him back.

Negan began fighting against him. The world felt like it was going in slow motion. Negan was trying to pull himself free as you looked at him. Tears were falling fast down your face. 

Negan screamed at Rick, begging him to stop. You looked up at Rick the bat still risen about his head. “Please…Rick, Not like this. Don’t…Don’t kill me like this.”

Rick was your best friend. Although some would argue that right now should prove that he wasn’t. But you understood why. He was going to show Negan just how it felt to have someone you loved taken away from you.

It had made sense to you now. Everyone this morning was hugging you, kissing your forehead, giving you sad looks. Everyone knew what was going to happen. Everyone but you…

Slowly Rick brought the bat down. Everyone watched. Rick let the bat drop from his hand before he reached for his gun.

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to focus on your breathing. You began crying as you listened to Negan screaming and fight against Jesus and Daryl.
No one else in the lineup moved they just watched as Rick pointed the gun at your head.

“Please! Rick! God fucking damn it! Just fucking don’t! Kill me! Not them! Please, Rick! I’m begging you! Fuck! Just please!”

Rick closed his eyes as his finger wrapped around the trigger. “Rick!” Tears rolled down your cheeks. Negan fought harder, shoving and pulling at them. “RICK!” 

“THEY WERE NEXT TO YOU IN THE FUCKING LINEUP! I BASHED THE BRAINS IN OF THOSE FUCKING PEOPLE! NOT THEM! GOD DAMNIT! PLEASE, RICK!”

You took a deep breath as Rick cocked the gun. “Rick…Please!” You dug your fingers into the dirt beneath your hands. Blood was rushing from your legs, tears from your eyes, incoherent words from your mouth.

“RICK!” The gun shot rang. 

Negan’s body went slack, Jesus and Daryl lowered him to the ground. Negan sat on his knees, tears building up faster in his eyes. 

Rick took a step back from your lifeless body. He turned around and faced Negan. Rick tilted his head. “I’m sure we’ll see you again…But it won’t be for a pick up.”

Rick grabbed Negan but his chin. “Be glad I didn’t make you watch me beat the holy hell out of ‘em.”

With that, Rick shoved his face away and walked away from him. He knew Negan was going to want your body. He wasn’t going to take everything from him.

As Rick walked away, everyone in the group slowly followed, giving one last look at you. Whether they wanted you dead or not, it was a message to Negan. It was one of the hardest choices that they ever had to make.

Negan walked over to your body on his knees. He pulled you up into his arms. Tears rolled off his face and onto you. Negan buried his face into your neck and cried. One hand clenched your jacket, then other cupped the back of your head.

Slowly Negan began rocking you back and forth. “I’m so sorry…Fuck…I’m so sorry.” Negan cried harder, anger and hate being replaced with grief and pain.
“I’m sorry.”


You walked beside Negan. He was giving you a once over of the factory. You honestly didn’t care what it looked like or what was here. You weren’t going to be his wife. Not even if he had room made out of gold.

“And this here is my favorite room in the whole place!” Negan said as he opened a door. You stepped closer and look in. “It’s just a closet. I don’t-” Suddenly you were shoved in the small closet. 

You spun around just in time to see Negan shut the door behind himself. “What the fuck! Let me out of here!” You said, giving him a shove.
“Not until you ask why this is my favorite room.” You sighed. “Fine. Why is this your favorite room?”

“Because this is where we had our first kiss.” You looked up at him in the little bit of light coming from under the door. “W-what?” Negan wrapped and arm around your waist gently. 

“Yeah…Our first kiss was here. Remember?” You shook your head. “You want me to refresh your memory?” Slowly you nodded your head.


Negan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against yours. It took you a second until you started kissing him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck as both of his arms wrapped around your waist.


Negan gently placed your body in the back of the truck. Simon tried to help him but Negan had yelled at him not to touch you or him. Dwight stood at the front of the truck, Lucille held tightly in his hands.

Part of your jeans and skin were stuck in the wire. Dwight couldn’t look at it. He couldn’t look at the spot where Rick had shot you.

Although you didn’t know Dwight all that much, you were always kind to him. He considered you a friend.

Simon stood at the passenger side of the truck. His eyes locked on the spot where a walker was stumbling over to the blood. 

He knew what you meant to Negan. He knew that Negan loved you like no other. He knew that Negan would have happily taken your place tonight. He would have happily died so you could’ve live.

Negan pulled the blanket over your face. He closed his eyes tightly before shutting the tailgate. He walked over to the diver’s side of the truck. He looked around, your old group was gone.

Negan slid into the truck as Dwight got into the back of the truck by your body. Negan started the truck and slowly began to pull away and once he hit road, he pressed harder down on the pedal. Rick was going to pay. One way or another.


Negan buttoned his jeans and began lacing his belt through the loops. You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his shoulder blade. Negan hummed. “Don’t get me hard again. You need to start heading back before the Scooby gang comes looking.”

You released him from the hold and then hit his back. “Oh shut up! We aren’t anything like them! Anyway they know I come out to this house! How to you think I knew about this place…I use to come out here to get away from everyone.”

Negan turned around and raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you have a bedroom to get away from everyone?” You shrugged as you shimmed your jeans over your hips. “Yeah. It’s just not the same…Sometimes you just need space away from the ever bustling walls.” 

Negan pulled his shirt over his head just as you had. Quickly he grabbed you and pulled you in for a rough, quick kiss. “Mm…”


You pulled your thick rough wool coat on just as Negan opened the front door. “Shit. I need to grab my gun from the bedroom floor.” 

Negan walked out to his truck and slid into it drivers side. 

When you came out he looked at your in the rearview mirror and smiled. Your hair tussled, your belt buckle was crooked, your zipper front jacket wasn’t zipped right, and he was pretty sure your shirt was on backward. 


You walked over to his window and leaned in, kissing him on the lips. “Drive safe.” You whispered, laughing. Negan smiled. 

“You should probably fix your shirt.” 
Glancing down you seen what a mess you looked like. “Of fuck.” You said laughing. “Go. I’ll catch up with you next week.” Quickly you kissed him again and stepped back. “See ya around, baby doll.”


Negan sat beside your grave, carving your name into a hunk of wood. Daryl was walking towards the house he knew you were always at. Sometimes it was like you lived there. 

Daryl stopped at the tree line as he seen Negan sitting next to what he was assuming was your grave. Daryl stood there quietly as he watched Negan carve into the wood. 

Negan stood up and began hammer together two pieces of wood into a cross. Once he stuck it in the head of your grave, he took a step back.

Daryl frowned. He didn’t want you to die. He was one of the only one’s that was truly against it. He fought and argued with Rick. As he could tell, it did nothing. 

Daryl was coming out to your little hideout in hopes of getting some peace of mind. Knowing that when you were here you were happy.

Negan wiped away a few tears that seem to fall from his eyes without him noticing. “I failed you. I fucking failed you, Y/N. I promised you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you…and I did. I’m sorry. I should’ve fought harder.” Tears were welling up in his eyes again. “I love you…I should’ve told you. I should’ve said it back to you….I love you.”


You jumped when Negan threw Lucille roughly against the couch you were sitting on. You watched Negan paced in front of you. “I don’t understand how this is happening!” He yelled. 

“Rick said that they were planning an attack. I know I shouldn’t tell you, but at the same time, I couldn’t not tell you. Rick didn’t say exactly when it was going to happen.” You said, pulling your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on them.

“I’m going to murder him! I’m going to beat the holy fucking fuck out of him! He’ll never see it coming!” You shook your head. “Please don’t. He’s my best friend!”

Negan stopped pacing and slowly turned towards you. “And what am I!? Huh!” You flinched as he yelled. “Negan, you know I didn’t mean it like that. Come on!”
He clenched his jaw. 

“No, I don’t! So please explain it!” You looked at him. “I’m not picking his side, nor am I picking yours. You both mean the world to me. I’ve been with him since the beginning. You I….I love you.”

Negan’s face went from one of anger to shock. “What?” You stood up, wrapped your arms around his waist and said it again. “I love you.”

Instead of saying it back or kissing you, he pushed you away and took a step away. “Negan, I-” He cut you off. “I gotta go. I need to plan for an attack.” He stepped around you and grabbed Lucille. 

“Negan. Please…I..” Negan walked out the front door, shutting it behind him. He didn’t even kiss you goodbye.  He did nothing.
“I love you. I really do…” You whispered, wiping tears away from your eyes.


“I know you’re probably sick of me coming here…But I guess I just needed to see you again. It’s been three mouths since you… Anyway. I got you some daisies. I hope you like them.” Negan crouched down and place the flowers on your grave.

“You told me that you didn’t want me to kill Rick. So as if it was your dying wish…I won’t kill him. As for anyone else in that fucking group, I can’t promise you that. He’ll pay for what he fucking did to you. You said you didn’t want him to die. You never said I couldn’t chop off his fucking hands.”

Negan stood up and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. “I miss you. Today would’ve marked our first year together…Crazy huh? Who would have thought a year has passed since our first kiss. Fuck…I miss you. I miss your smile so much.”


Negan followed behind you. “Where the fuck are you taking me. I hope you aren’t coming out here to kill me because I’ll be fucking pissed if I die.”
You looked over to him. Negan saw the smile spread across your face. 

He loved they way every time you would smile around him it would reach your eyes. 

Although he would never say, he needed your smile at times like he needed air. “Shut the fuck up. I’m not killing your ass…not yet.” 

Negan quickly grabbed hold of your waist and pulled you into him. You laughed as you gripped his arms. “Negan!”

He laughed. “How ‘bout we fuck right here, right now. I’ll take you against that tree and make you attract a bunch of fucking dead fucks. Hmm? How ‘bout that?”

“Negan! No! Come on! Let’s get to my secret place and then we can frick frack there…” You smiled and wiggled your eyebrows. 

Negan’s eyes went dark before he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. “Let’s fucking go.”

You laughed and wiggled in his grip. “You don’t even know where it is!” Negan slapped your ass hard. “I’ll find it and if I don’t…then I’ll just do as I said I would.”


Negan laid sat on the small full-size bed in the house. His eyes locked onto the small Polaroid he took of you. 

You stole it from Spencer’s house and brought it here so you could take a photo of him…


You waved the camera around. “Look what I took from Spencer’s house!” You smiled at Negan. He was laying in the bed, clothes discarded on the chair in the corner. 

Negan got there before you and thought he would make it easier for you to have access to him. The sheet was only covering his dick.

Nothing else, it wasn’t covering his whole bottom half. Nope. Just his dick. You brought the camera up to your eye.

“Pose for me!” You said, laughing and smiling.Negan smirked at you. “Only if you do the same for me.” You quickly nodded your head. 

Negan probed his arm behind his head, crossed his ankles and smiled hugely. The flash went off and waited for the photo to come out. 
“I bet I could’ve been on a magazine with that photo!”

You set the camera and photo down before shrugging your coats off and kicking your boots off.

You climbed into the bed and then on top of him. You folded your arms on his chest and resting your chin on them. It was quiet for a few moments between the both of you. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asked. “Just how I’m shocked that you haven’t ripped my clothes off already.” Negan laughed. “Well, we aren’t fucking till I get my photo.”

Your face flushed. “Don’t be getting shy around me. You got one of me. I want one of you.” You buried your face into his chest and mumbled something he couldn’t hear. 

“Come again, Baby Doll?” You looked up at him. “You can’t show it to anyone else. It’s just for you. No one else.” He smiled. “Well of course. Ain’t no one seeing this beauty of a body. It’s mine, all mine.”


Now that’s a great photo in his mind, but it wasn’t his favorite……

Negan pulled his jeans over his hips as you lay sleeping in bed. You laid on your back, your t-shirt hanging off one shoulder, the quilt bunch up around your waist.

Negan watched you for a moment. How he wished he could scoop you up and take you back with him and never let you leave. 

But he couldn’t. This had to be enough. There was no other way for you two to be together without your group knowing.

Gently he brushed your hair away from your face before grabbing the polaroid from the dresser. He brought the camera to his face and snapped a photo of you sleeping. 

You shifted in your sleep, but when Negan cupped your cheek and gently stroked it, you soon fell back into a peaceful sleep.

Negan pulled his hand away and finished dressing. He tucked the photos in his jacket pocket. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. 

He brushed his forehead against yours before standing to his full height and looking at you once again before he left.


Negan looked at the photo of you sleeping. “If I just made you come back with me…if I made you live at the factory..You wouldn’t have been there. You wouldn’t have died.”

Negan remembers the day so well. He fought and argued with you for a whole car ride about coming and living with him.


“It’s not going to happen.” You said, folding your arms over your chest. “Why fucking not?!” “Because it’s bad enough that my group knows I’ve been fucking you, I can’t leave them! I have to show some type of loyalty!”

“You lost any loyalty to them when you got into bed with me, sweetheart.” Silent fell between you. “I want you to come back with me. You’ll be happy there. I’ll be fucking happy with you there. We’ll be happy together.” 

“We don’t get to be happy in this life, Negan. We get to live! That’s it. If we find someone that gives a small amount of happiness, we shouldn’t take that for granted and demand more.”  

“I’m not demanding more! I want you to be with me! I’m sick and fucking tired of getting a few hours with you!” He yelled, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.

“I want you in my bed at night! I want to fucking wake up next to you! I want to be able to fuck you wherever and whenever you want! I want you by my side!”

“You don’t think I want that?! You don’t think I want to be by your side every fucking day!? I do! But I’m not going to ask for more than I can get because that’s when shit is taken away!”


“If I had…Just made you, forced you-”

“They wouldn’t have loved ya they way they did.” Negan’s head whipped in the direction of the voice. Daryl stood there, looking at his hands.

“Y/N loved you so much…They must’ve had fifteen photos of you in their dresser. Rick made me clear they room out…I thought you might like these.” Daryl walked further into the room and placed a backpack on the end of the bed.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. They loved ya…and they knew you loved them. Ya might not have said it back, but they knew…”

Daryl left then. Negan didn’t get up and beat the shit out of him like he thought he would or how he would if it was Rick. 

Negan grabbed the bag and pulled it near him.  

He unzipped the bag and began looking through it. Right on top was a sweatshirt. Negan pulled it out and unfolded it. He brought it to his nose and inhaled it. It still smelt like you. 

He never knew how much he loved they way you smelt until just now. Negan put the sweatshirt to the side and pulled out the next thing. A book. Your favorite book. Next thing was a red wooden box. 

When he opened it he found many things. Bracelets, a neckless and a ring. A few photos of him and you were in the bottom with a small torn piece of paper. He looked at it and see “First Page Red Notebook.” written in messy handwriting.

Negan looked through the backpack until he found the red notebook. He opened the book and found a letter, to him with two rings taped to the bottom.

Negan,

You have made my life heaven and hell all in one place. You did something that still hurts me, yet you somehow made me fall in love with you. I would never have thought I would fall for a guy like you. I hated you. You took people from me that left holes in me. Yet at the same time, you managed filled those holes.

I love you. Whatever happened wasn’t your fault. You didn’t pull the trigger. Or swing the bat, or let the walker eat me. Whatever happened wasn’t your fault. I know it. You wouldn’t let it happened. You would fight with everything in you. I know. You told me so.

I’m writing you this letter so you know even in the afterlife I still love you. That in the afterlife I’m watching over you, talking shit to Glenn and Abraham. They aren’t too pleased with you.

If you ever doubt that I loved you…at the bottom of this letter will be two rings I found on a run. I was going to give them to you if you ever wanted to truly get married.

I wish I was still there by you. I wish I could kiss your dumb face. But most of all, I wish I could still tell you that I love you. I miss you, Negan.

Yours forever, Y/N.


Negan jerked away. You were staring at him, shock was written on your face. “Negan! Hey, it’s okay!” He looked at you, his face twisting up in confusion as he sat up. “You’re…You’re here…I thought you…I thought you died…I-”

“I know. You were screaming in your sleep…You attracted a few of the dead.” You said, pointing towards the bedroom window where a few walkers began banging on it.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him. “I’m sorry….I shouldn’t have told you about the fucking letter. I just wanted you to know if…that was all.”

“Come back with me. Please. Just…I…-” You kissed his lips, stopping him from talking. “Yes. I’ll come back with you. I’ll marry you. I’ll…do whatever you need me to…You were screaming for five minutes straight and then you were whimpering…”

“Rick killed you to get back at me…He shot you in front of me.” You cupped his face gently. “I’m alive. I’m fine.”

Negan wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your closer to him. “I love you. I love you so much.”

You smiled against his side. “I love you too, Negan.”


2

all your gods are teenage girls: CERES, Roman goddess of agriculture

if she were any greener, you’d have to water her. the trees seem to sigh when she walks by, but it could be the wind. (no one really believes that.) she keeps her younger sister close, especially when boys in leather jackets crook their fingers at her from behind lockers, promise to turn her lips red bloody. she trusts no one but the denizens of the school greenhouse, the plants who soak up her secrets and tell no tales. she’s a benevolent spirit, content in the background. she with twigs in her hair and flower crowns wrapped around her heart like a shield. she is both the rose and the thorns. heaven help you if you meet the fury of mother nature.

The Dance

Summary: Because of Kevin’s nagging, the reader goes to the Riverdale Semi-Formal with him but the night ends with Jughead.

Length: 2,853


Riverdale High Semi-Formal was written in fancy lettering at the top of the posters mounted on the walls. Every classroom had them posted outside their door, every first locker of every row had them taped, and some students were even handing them out to those passing by. One was shoved into my hands as I made my way to my locker. I glanced at it and crumbled it up before tossing it onto the pile of books and notebooks, chaotically organized at the bottom of my locker. I grabbed my purse and jacket then headed outside for lunch.

At their usual spot, Betty, Kevin, and Archie talked, and I’m sure, filled in the newbie Veronica about goings-on at the school. I walked by and sat down at my favorite tree on the little hill at the side of the school yard. I grabbed the apple out of my bag and started on my lunch as I opened my book and picked up where I left off.

Atonement?” A voice asked. “You’re seriously reading that book again?”

Keep reading

He’s one and there is a smile when he speaks his first words and a hand that guides him when he takes his first steps. Neither belongs to his father.

He’s four and there’s an arm that catches him when he falls and an embrace that comforts him when his knees are bloody and tears are streaming down his cheeks. Still, neither of them is his father’s.

He’s ten and there are soft words and warm dinners for him when he returns from school, tired and a little bit hurt (because his classmates made fun of him again). It’s not his father who provides them.

He’s thirteen and there’s a needle stitching him up after his first hunt and a quiet “I’m proud of you, Sammy” whispered in the dark. His father is not there. His father is never there.

He’s fifteen and he’s so, so, so afraid, because he’s never kissed a girl and he doesn’t know what to do, but there’s a clever mouth that tells him, and a sure hand that shows him. His father doesn’t know anything.

He’s seventeen and his head is spinning, because he’s feeling things he isn’t supposed to feel, but he confesses anyway. There are fierce kisses and lingering touches to reward him and show him that he’s not the only one who’s lost. For the first time he’s grateful that his father isn’t there.

He’s twenty-one and he misses everything, even the bad things, but especially the good ones. There’s nothing there, nothing physical, just the memories and a distant voice on the telephone. His father can go fuck himself.

He’s twenty-two and he’s just lost the girl he wanted to marry, but he’s sitting shotgun in the most beautiful car in the world next to the most beautiful man he’s ever known, and in a way it’s more perfect than it has been for a long, long while. There are looks, and touches, still, and kisses, and there’s lovemaking (sometimes languid and slow and sometimes more like fighting), and he feels complete. They’re searching for their father, but somehow he doesn’t matter anymore.

He’s hopelessly, helplessly, forever in love with his brother, green eyes, crooked smiles, leather jacket and stupid jokes, whiskey and gun oil and an old, black car. His father will never know.

Dean’s version

Jay-Z and Kanye West, photographed backstage after West’s “Glow in the Dark Tour” show at the Nokia Theater in Los Angeles on April 22, 2008.

Hov is wearing a Crooks & Castles “Lambo” leather jacket, a Crooks & Castles “High Society” shirt and a pair of Mosley Tribes x Crooks & Castles “Castellano” sunglasses ($250).

ejunkiet  asked:

Kiss prompts, oh gosh! Jane/Garrus, with either 1 or 7? ;u;

Kiss Prompt #1 - breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths

Contains Red Streak plot points. Coincidentally whoops, this got long.


The Normandy kit was a rushed knock-off, cobbled together by drooling entrepreneurs who were hungry to make a quick couple of credits. Several details were laughably off the mark: the proportion of the wingspan, the placement of the IES vents, the width of her stripes. None of it to spec, but Garrus had to admit that for a rush job, it was almost too close for comfort.

It was the thought that counted. Normandy was already important enough to merit an adoring if inaccurate grey-market replica on her maiden voyage. Garrus Vakarian was important enough to said maiden voyage that his own mother had mailed a Normandy model kit to his apartment while he’d been off gallivanting through the universe, chasing the tail of Shepard’s comet.

Garrus had been important enough, yesterday. Now he was nobody. Again.

He’d discovered the kit in the middle of the night while stumbling across the threshold of his Citadel apartment for the first time in weeks. Trying to wipe Shepard out his brain had required alcohol of a strength and purity usually administered to gushing wounds in field hospitals. Too angry to see in a straight line, he’d caught a glimpse of the Normandy’s familiar curves, taken her reappearance for an elaborately cruel prank, and thrown the box across the room before passing out on the couch.

Upon waking in a mess of his own sweat and drool, details were fuzzy. Had Shepard kicked him off the ship, or had Garrus volunteered to resign? He remembered a lot of yelling, and the look on her face when the silence had finally set in, but not much more. Only one detail remained: she’d left with Nihlus.

Sulking around his apartment all through the gray morning, digging in dusty cabinets for any food that hadn’t expired, Garrus rediscovered the crumpled Normandy kit. It was cowering in the corner behind a newly shattered 1:100 model of the Rhapsodon, along with an omni-tool code that triggered a personalized holographic message from his mother.

How proud she was, though she wished Garrus had talked to her first. How scatterbrained Garrus was, for not setting up a forwarding system so she could contact him while he was away. How much Garrus owed her a call.

He couldn’t bring himself to call Mari. Not now. The least he could do was cobble together the gift she’d sent, maybe send her a snap of a wannabe Normandy assembled and sitting on his shelf next to the Kara… or the PFS Tenefalx.

The unguarded thought made him flinch, and he stared at his old stock model of the Blackwatch legend for a long time after that, as if hoping he could force it to confess or explode or both. It looked like the Normandy’s homely sister. Boxier and larger by half, primitive in comparison, but an undeniable relative.

Garrus rudely shoved the thought aside and managed to get one wing attached to the Normandy when the first knock arrived.

He froze and considered not answering. It was probably his father. Almost certainly his father.

How disappointed he was, because he wished Garrus had talked to him first. How stupid Garrus was, for dropping C-Sec like a hot rock and running after the Spectres again. How much Garrus owed him an explanation.

Another knock. Followed immediately by two more.

“Fine!” Garrus barked, setting the fake Normandy on his desk in a pile of detritus where it belonged. “I get it!”

He picked up the sloshing, mostly-empty bottle of horosk and brought it with him to the door, hoping to discourage a long visit. Artfully embellishing his own shame had always been a sure-fire tactic for getting his father to give up on him faster. Look at me Pari, I’m a washed up waste of a cop and a drunk. Leave me alone.

“Get it over with,” he said, palming open the lock. “I know. I should have stayed–”

The words died in his mouth.

It was Shepard.

No. Not Shepard. Standing in his doorway was someone almost completely unrecognizable. Sloppy makeup and a crooked leather jacket Garrus had never seen before. An ill-fitting combination of military blues and casual wear that made her look like a crude mash-up of Alliance Marine and duct rat.

“Jane?”

The name was little more than a bruising wheeze.

She nodded, staring at his knees. Jaw clenched, fists clenched, everything clenched. She’d come to finish the fight.

He keeled forward to laugh in her face, welcoming her into his apartment with a crooked sweep of his liquor bottle. She didn’t move.

He recognized that look. It was the same one she’d leveled at him last night, the same one she’d leveled at him the First Night, when she’d abandoned him in his squad car. No warning, no reason, just walked out of his life forever.

Except it hadn’t been forever. Not quite.

“Hit me while I’m down,” he jeered. “C’mon. I’m ready for it. Are you here with severance pay? What?”

She yanked the bottle from his hand.

“That’ll make you sick.” 

He quoted their first encounter on reflex, ashamed even as the words tumbled out of his mouth, reeling at his persistent sun-blindness. Shepard had never been a girl in a bar. He wished he’d known that from day one.

“Shut up,” she said, uncorking the bottle to take a deep swallow. 

He watched the mechanism of her throat as she finished the last inches of turian liquor. As if she was born to it.

She was, he remembered. In her way.

She pushed the empty bottle into his chest, and he tossed it onto the carpet with a pathetic muffled thud.

“That was my last drop,” he whined.

“Good.”

Then she was on him.

Her lips were cold, maybe from the liquor, maybe from wandering the wards alone. In startling contrast, the inside of her mouth was hot and sure, so forceful that he staggered and almost lost his footing.

“What—” he attempted, but that was all he managed. She grabbed the sides of his face and pressed in tighter, silencing him with her tongue. Bodies flush, he could feel the gyration of her hips swelling toward him like some ancient curse from the sea.

“No talking,” she warned, talking.

He pushed back, tangling all of his fingers into her hair until his hands were nothing but knots.

“I like talking,” he growled, biting down on her lower lip until she swore. “Apparently it’s the only thing I’m good at.”

Her breath painted his face in sour, sloppy bursts, remnants of the bottom of the bottle they’d shared. She was strong, too strong, and he was suddenly shoved onto his own couch, unable to defend himself even if he’d wanted to.

Luckily, he didn’t.

“Shut up,” she repeated. Her teeth traced his throat, his keel, his waist, the traitorous wasteland of his groin, and she did her best to undo him all over again. “Just shut up.”


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two-hunters-and-one-angel  asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you have any good College AU's?

So We’ve done a few college AU recs lately. Here’s a link to our College AU tag and College roommate tag.
I’m trying not to rec the same fics again and again so you should also check those! I know I said before that I’m trying to be more positive about these college/high school fics, but it’s hard guys! I know I always complain about the cliché plots and the over the top drama (which I shouldn’t since I’m cool with it in other AU settings)… I guys my beef with these is that they tend to all be super long which is annoying if the fic (in my opinion) is just average. It’s easier to forgive an okay fic if it’s less than 30k of words. But that said, there were a lot of gems in here as well so it’s not like this whole rec was a bust for me. Like always, I hope you’ll find something worth your while here and I’ll try to give this genre yet another try in the future! - Admin A


Title: Friends Helping Friends (Telling Me What My Heart Meant

Author: Annie D (scaramouche)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 6,201 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: So this is the first part of Biology and Feelings and Stuff verse, you should check out part two also. If ABO verse is not your thing then skip this fic, to everyone else seeking roommate smut, this is awesome!

Summary: Dean and Cas have known each other for about a year now, and in that time, Cas has never gone into heat. So far.

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Title: Your Call Cannot Be Completed As Dialed

Author:  eBob, K_K_TiBal

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 64,640 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I love this fic, one of my fav college AU fics ever!

Summary: AU in which Castiel accidentally sends a text message to the wrong number and befriends the person at the other end of the line. However, accidents don’t just happen accidentally, and sometimes two completely different people are exactly what the other needs.

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Title: Appoggiatura

Author: ceeainthereforthat

Rating: Explicit

Words: 121,117– Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I know I just recced this in our musician rec where it sort of didn’t fit as well as it does here, but hey, it’s that good so I’ll keep reccing it.

Summary: Castiel leaves the religious commune of Heaven Farms to study classical piano after winning a full scholarship paid for by the Deanna Campbell Memorial Foundation, and answers an ad in the campus newspaper: 1 bedroom to let. Meals provided. 50mb wifi, quiet odd music student preferred.

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Title: I Wanna Be Yours

Author: LetThereBeDestiel

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 54,767 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★  

Admin A’s notes: This is one of those fics that when I was reading it, I was so enticed with it and almost got emotional at times, but once it was over and I had to write my notes I felt kind of indifferent. Lol this always happens to me with HS fics and sometimes with college fics. I’m just too old to relate to some of the drama. You guys will know what I mean once you get older (lol if not then I’m just a grumpy old granny inside that can’t be happy with anything). I don’t know. I feel like I need to be on the right mood to read these to fully appreciate them.

Summary: When Castiel and Dean meet for the first time in the new dorm room they’ll have to share, they’re sure they are screwed for the year. Despite Cas’ doubts, he finds in Dean a good friend, and eventually, something more. There was always something mysterious about Dean, though, which Cas figured he’ll never discover…

It all goes wrong the night Dean’s brother shows up and Dean walks off with him, never to come back.

Until one night, Cas wakes up with a knife against his throat.

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Title: Presence

Author: sleepingspero9

Rating: Explicit

Words: 20,170 - Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: You guys know I’m not really into the light/humor fics, not that this is really suppose to be full on humor, but it made me smile as I read it. So that’s a lot coming from me. Also the smut was awesome and sort of funny.

Summary:  Dean and Cas are in different engineering programs at their grad school, but they share a physics class. Castiel is certain that they couldn’t possibly share anything more, while Dean does his very best to convince him otherwise.

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Title: Waves

Author: wormstaches (lamarnza)

Rating: Mature

Words: 54,132 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: Again this was too high schooly for my liking, I mean football player Dean and genius Cas (with the twist of being slutty)… Just not my cup of tea and it was pain for me to finish this. Lol I feel like the more I dislike a fic in these school genres the better they are for everyone else!

Summary: Dean Winchester is the average guy: football, college, kid brother, nice car, girls and beer; his life is black and white, that is until he meets Castiel Collins: pretentious, slutty, sweater-wearing genius, who won’t even take the time to look up at him from his obscure novel while he insults him. And then everything is shades of gray and Dean is drowning.

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Title: Inevitable Homoeroticism in Spanish Romantic Heroes

Author: prosopopeya

Rating: Explicit

Words: 41,701 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I think I should do a separate post for these sort of teacherXstudent fics. But for now I’ll just put this here since Dean’s still a college student and I love this fic :’D

Summary: Dean is a grad student studying for his MA in Spanish literature, and he’s pretty content with his sexuality as it is – that is, fairly undefined and also secret. His attraction to Castiel, a professor to the undergrads, doesn’t seem like a big deal until it becomes a very big deal, and Dean scrambles to keep his head above water.

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Title: Chasing Cars

Author: ratherbehere

Rating: Explicit

Words: 45,438 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I feel like there’s no real rhyme or reason to why I like some of these fics while I “dislike” others. This one worked for me at the time I read it and I think I have recced this before in our stripper AU posts. Ps. If stripper AU isn’t your thing, I still encourage you to give this a try since it’s essentially a college roommate fic!

Summary:  After an awkward accidental encounter at a local strip club, Castiel discovers his college roommate, Dean, has a secret career as a stripper, and their relationship begins to change and a bond begins to form. They face the joys and challenges of life together and discover along the way how deeply they’ve come to care for each other.

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Title: So Much Better When You’re Naked

Author: Endversed

Rating: Explicit

Words: 10,545 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: Surprisingly I enjoyed this. It was mostly pure smut (which I like),  no unnecessary drama and a college setting. Perfect!

Summary: The story of how Dean Winchester took Castiel Novak’s virginity. (And it may or may not have taken four months to get them there, but who’s keeping count anyway?)

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Title: Psi Delta Alpha Boys

Author: thejigsawtimess

Rating: Explicit

Words: 154,875 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: Once again one of those fics that just did not work for me. It was a pain for me to get through the 150k of words and yeah… just not something I would want to waste time on. Which obviously means that you should all go and read it like yesterday since it’s probably the best fic in the list for everyone but me :’D

Summary: On Tuesdays and Thursdays every week, Castiel, a misfit freshman, waits outside his Physics lab to catch a glimpse of the senior Frat boys as they file out before his class. One Thursday, he notices a new face amongst the Letterman jackets. A crooked smile, a devious glint in two green eyes… Castiel is done for before he’s even begun.

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girodigioia  asked:

Headcanons about his fashion taste

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he might be 20 years old, but that doesn’t mean he can dress himself well and it definitely doesn’t mean he has single good idea when it comes to what ‘s fashionable and what isn’t. he gets kinda stuck in the little details, mostly– his tie will be crooked, his jacket will be inside out, his suspenders will be backwards, things like that. they’re undoubtedly weird and generally socially unacceptable, but he thinks they look fine, so he keeps it that way.

that transfers to active purchases, too, like how he just had to have a three-faced watch because it was really cool and by no means a disaster to look at

……. yeah.

“Guilty, Your Honor” (5/7) | Once Upon a Time

Title: Guilty, Your Honor - (5/7)
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Rating: M
Genre: Romance
Words: 10,742/38,894
Completed: 10/04/2016
Summary: Modern!AU Captain Swan. “It was a one-time thing,” is definitely one of the last things you want to say to your new boss on your first day at work. For lawyer Emma Swan, this case is open-and-shut. The verdict? Completely hopeless.

Written for the @captainswanbigbang, with another grateful shout-out to @icecubelotr44 for looking this over (I’m guessing this was the chapter you enjoyed the most? :p) and to @captainswanandclintasha for the wonderful artwork for this story! And to all of you lovely readers: it was super fun reading all of your theories about the ending of last chapter ;) Hope you enjoy this one!

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Guilty, Your Honor

Chapter 5

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Because the character I’ve created to be Karlie Kloss in my AU (Collateral Damage) is more fun for me to write than any character I have in The Timeline, I couldn’t wait to post a first look for at least the introduction I’ve written for her…. The following passage is the first time readers will meet Karlie in the fic.

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