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Light (Jughead x Reader Imagine)

Request by @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Jughead had been typing away on his laptop for hours now. What had started as a quiet night in watching Netflix and eating popcorn had turned into you watching Netflix and eating popcorn alone whilst Jughead’s long fingers tapped away at the keys because, as he so eloquently put it, ‘when inspiration hits, you feed it’.

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Title: Angel

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,148

Warnings: angst

A/N: This was requested by an anon! It’s based on the song Angel by The Weeknd! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Lucifer picked your bloody body up from the floor, a frown etched onto his lips.  How could you still be alive?  You were much stronger than he thought.  He knew this was because of him.  They wanted to go after Lucifer, and instead of coming after him, they went after you.  

He teleported to the bunker, knocking on the door.  He knew this was the last place he should be, but he had no other options.  He was thankful that Castiel decided to answer the door.  At least Castiel was an angel and not a human.  He could trust Castiel more than those cockroach humans.  

“Lucifer what are you doing here,” Castiel asked, instantly on guard.  His eyes quickly moved to you, worry washing over him.  “Is that [Y/N]?”  It was hard to tell because of all the blood and cuts on your body.  He had heard talk of Lucifer finding a soul mate, but he didn’t actually believe it until now.

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Title: I Trust You

@harleysandbats requested: Hey, I’m so shy about doing this off anon but I have a request. :D Could you write a Negan story where the reader is new to the Sanctuary after being rescued by Simon and a few other Saviors from a dangerous group. She is shy and quiet around everyone at first except Negan, & they quickly develop a close relationship where he looks out for her. When he asks her to be a wife, she tells him that she is scared bc she’s never had sex. Fluffy smut pls, & could you use my name? It’s Mary. :3 Thanks!!

Character(s): Negan and Mary (original female character)
Summary: Negan asks Mary an important question that will change her entire life.
Word Count: 5,836
Warning: Fluff, smut!!!
Author’s Note: This idea is great, so thank you @harleysandbats for requesting it! I had such a fun time writing it and I love the idea that the OFC is only comfortable around Negan, which is great and completely different! I hope you enjoy this! ;-) I also hope this makes you feel better, dude!!! Fingers crossed that things start looking up for you!

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Imagine skipping class with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 3B! Oh God, I was going to wait till tomorrow but I’m just too excited! I’m really happy with how this one turned out. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A) Enjoooooy! X

Burbank; that was where Chris took you after breakfast in the cute little corner bistro you loved so much. He took you all the way there to give you a tour of Marvel Studios as well as introduce you to some of the people from the industry you were dying to be apart of. He even managed to get you a quick meeting with the very busy Kevin Fiege, who- thanks to Chris- promised he’d give you a meeting when you graduated from UCLA; an offer to which you squealed at the second you thought Kevin was out of earshot. He wasn’t, and it explained why Chris Evans would go through so much trouble for a girl people said was, “just a fan he met an airport.” You were sweet and humble and passionate, and Kevin wouldn’t be surprised if months later he’d heard Chris ended up dating you. The two of you clearly had a lot of chemistry, and he wasn’t blind to the way Chris looked at you; it may have been subtle, but it was definitely a look of love.


A strange concept; love. It could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated. Unfortunately for the two of you, it was the latter. Neither of you wanted to admit anything, due to fear of getting hurt. That was the thing about love, despite how wonderful it could make a person feel- there was also the chance of ruining an entire being. A wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- all of these were factors capable of tearing a soul in pieces.

Chris couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t take away that light you carried despite how dark you thought you were. You were the kind of girl who still believed she could meet the love of her life in a coffee shop; who believed in love at first sight; who wanted to marry as soon as possible; who didn’t want to date casually; who was a hopeless romantic; who thought love was just like the movies. You had an incredibly innocent heart that he both wanted to force his way into, but also protect. He wanted you to have a lifetime of happiness, and he wasn’t yet sure if he could provide that for you. But God, he was starting to realize you were a girl he wasn’t going to get over easily. If he found out tomorrow you were going on a date with another man, he’d both be ecstatic and heartbroken.

Chris took his eyes off the road for a brief second to throw a glance your way. It’d been fifteen minutes since you got into the car, but you were still smiling at the pass hanging around your neck. He’d made it himself, and it had both your name and the phrase “VIP - Chris Evans’ Very Important Person” on it. You looked over at him as he turned back to the road, smiling when you saw him smile. You still couldn’t believe your luck; it’d been exactly forty-three days since you met Chris and you still couldn’t believe your luck. You woke with a smile on your face each morning- not just because of the ‘good morning’ texts he’d sent you, but because you woke knowing you had him in your life. It was a pretty freaking amazing feeling, one you hoped you’d never have to give up.

“Thank you for today, Chris.” You told him, smiling; he glanced at you and smiled back, nodding. “You’re right about it being worth my time, I couldn’t imagine spending today any other way. This has just been an absolute dream come true, honestly-” you cut yourself off, chuckling, “you’re the best, the absolute best.”

“It’s not over yet,” he threw another smile your way. “We’ve still got one more stop before we call it a day, and um-” he pulled his car to a stop; you looked out and saw the Dolby Theatre. “You might want to do a quick costume change.” He told you then got out of the car before you could question him further. “C'mon,” he called as he knocked on the back windshield.

You got out of the car and chuckled when you saw him hold up two dress bags. One held a navy blue tux, and the other held your old prom dress. “Where the hell did you get that from?” You laughed, taking the bag from him. “You didn’t break into my room while I was sleeping, did you?”

“God, no,” he laughed. “Ava did.” He told you and you chuckled. Of course Ava did, your best friend would do anything Chris asked her to because she too was a huge fan of his. You’d met her on Tumblr a few years ago, connecting through your love for Chris Evans and writing, and only recently met her in real life. She was yet another wonderful thing you needed to thank Chris for, because without him to write about- you would’ve never met Ava. “I told her about today and she offered her services.”

“Isn’t she a doll,” you bit sarcastically, then laughed when he did. “Are you serious about changing?” You quizzed and he nodded, walking towards the entrance as he draped the dress bag over his shoulder. “Oh come on,” you ran after him, “I don’t want to put on a gown!”

“You’re going to be very under dressed.” He pushed the door open and beckoned you in with his head. You stared at him, not saying anything or walking into anywhere. You huffed when he chuckled, “it’ll be fun, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a smile that you’d never- in your forty-three days of knowing him- been able to say no to.

“Fine,” you sighed and stomped into the building. “Is there a bath-” You cut yourself off when he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom. “Just so you know, I might not even fit that dress.” You told him as you stomped towards the female bathroom like a pouty child; he followed behind you, chuckling softly. “I’m not as slim now as I was at my prom.”

“You still look great to me,” he told you and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You bit back your smile as you glanced back at him. “Get dressed,” he instructed and you nodded, “then meet me at the stage.”

• • • • • • • •

Chris waited on the stage patiently for you, fiddling with his cuffs and sleeves. “I look ridiculous,” he heard your voice and looked up as you walked down the aisle towards the stage. His lips parted in awe, then formed into a smile as he appreciated how breathtaking you looked in your simple, but beautifully elegant, chiffon gown. “I mean-” you lifted your gown to display the sneakers you were wearing. “You could’ve at least got Ava to steal me some heels too,” you joked.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented as he walked down the steps to meet you; his heart beating as fast against his chest at the sight of you, as your heart was against your chest at the sight of him. “Now come on,” he held out his arm for you to take, “I want to show you something.”

“Like what?” You asked, letting him lead you on stage. “We’re already inside this amazing theatre, I mean- this is where they host the Oscars every year.” You pulled away from him to stroll the stage. “This place has held the talents of Meryl Streep and Denzel Washington and Martin Scorsese and Quentin Tarantino and-” You stopped when you realized Chris was smiling at you. “Of course,” you walked back over to him and poked his chest, “Chris Evans. A man who should have won Oscars upon Oscars by now.”

“As biased as you are, my number one fan,” he teased and you giggled, “I appreciate it. And yes,” he agreed as he looked around the place, smiling. “The theatre is amazing and I did bring you here to show you the interior. But-” he said and you turned to him, “I also brought you here to prepare you for your future.”

“And how are you preparing me for my future?”

“Come here,” he used his head to beckon you towards him. You walked over hesitantly then tensed when he moved behind you, gently grabbing your arms. “This is where you’re going to be one day,” he whispered into your ear, smiling. He was having trouble remembering what he’d planned to say to you because your perfume was incredibly intoxicating and all he could think of was kissing your neck. “You’re going to be standing up here, looking down at everyone you’d thought you’d only see on your screen, thanking them and your loved ones for taking a chance on you and supporting you to your first Oscar win.”

You smiled as you imagined what Chris was saying. It was almost like you could feel the Golden Statue in your hand; the weight and the sturdiness of it. You closed your eyes and looked up; it was like the heat of a thousand lights were kissing your skin. Your ears could hear the thundering applause and the cheers as the entire audience rose to their feet to give you the standing ovation you deserved. You’d look out into the crowd and smile; smile at the people you’d worked with, those who’d helped you get you the award. That was the dream, it’d always been the dream. Just like Chris was part of it, he was part of everything. Even as you closed your eyes to picture a scene where you just won an award of the highest honor, you saw him. You saw him in the crowd and you smiled because knowing him, having him believe in you the way he did, having him in your life- that all meant so much more to you than winning an award.

“I can’t wait to see you up here,” he told you as he released you from his grip. His hand forgot you were just a friend and not his girlfriend, and took it upon itself to brush your cascading hair over your shoulder. “You are going to go to amazing places, Y/N. I promise you that,” he said with so much sincerity that you felt your eyes well with tears.

“Oh God,” your voice quivered as you sniffled, trying your best not to start crying. Chris’ eyes narrowed as he gently wrapped his arm around your elbow to turn you towards him. “These are happy tears,” you quickly told him when you saw concern in his eyes. “I’m um-” you reached up to brush your tears away, but he beat you to it. “I’m just really touched that you believe in me.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled and lowered his hand to take your in his; he squeezed it gently. “You are incredibly talented, Y/N. I am so glad you decided to pursue screen writing because- God, it’d be a waste if you didn’t. You have a way with words that not many do, and I have no doubt that it’s going to take you up here one day.”

“Because of you,” you said and he shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Because of you. With or without me, you were going to find your way here and I’m…” He trailed off, smiling at how beautiful you looked despite your teary eyes and runny nose. “I’m going to be standing in that audience applauding your incredible talent, and wishing that I’d one day be lucky enough to be able to direct or even act in one of your flawless pieces.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you chuckled because it was your only way to stop yourself from crying. He smiled and brushed the tears that had escaped off your cheeks. “Thank you, Chris,” you told him as you forced your way into his arms, hugging him tightly; he’d hugged you back without hesitation. “You have no idea how much all of this means to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Part 4A

test (sehun)
genre: fluff
word count: 779 w.
summary: sehun volunteers to be your test subject. (not really.)

A month of hard work blossomed into this sleek lipstick placed neatly on the table. It was a final project for your Chemistry class. You crafted an environmental-friendly lipstick with a shade of chateau wine to complete the set. You did all you can to execute your experiment perfectly.

And it worked. Well, not quite yet.

You had to prove its long lasting effect as a lipstick before your professor could grade your work next week. There were three stages in your research design: drink a bubble tea, eat a burger and finally, kiss a boy.

If your lipstick could withstand those three stages then your project would save your grades from going to a downright spiral.

“And where would you get your so-called ‘test subject’?” Kyungsoo questioned, his small frame leaning towards you from across the lunch table.

“The third stage is optional,” you shrugged innocently. It’s not that you were terrified of kissing another person’s lips. You just weren’t confident in the whole kiss action.

Junmyeon butted in, “But you included that in your rubrics, you can’t change it now.”

“Seems like someone wants to be kissed,” Baekhyun teased, poking Junmyeon’s sides. Junmyeon swatted the younger’s hands away. “I have a girlfriend, you freak.”

Baekhyun chomped a big bite on the burger. His boisterous munching grinded your gears. “I have one, too. As I recall, Kyungsoo also has a girlfriend and if you were to even place a small peck on one of us, you’d be dead meat in no time.”

You took a big gulp down the cola you were drinking. Kyungsoo interrupted, “I mean, the only option you have is Sehun.”

Right then and there, Kyungsoo would have suffered from the effect of a spit take to be made by yours truly. You managed to cover your mouth just in time.

“Uh, yeah, no thanks,” you cleared your throat. “Kissing Sehun would be weird. He’s the closest friend I have because you dumbasses spend most of your time with your girlfriends.”

With a sigh, you added, “I don’t want our friendship to be awkward just because of a kiss.”

“Well, it won’t. You two are platonic, right? I don’t see any problem about that.” Junmyeon replied, brow raised as if he was expecting some kind of reaction from you.

“Speaking of the devil,” Baekhyun smirked as he pointed out to Sehun striding towards your table. You were still left dumbfounded by Junmyeon’s remarks earlier.

The crowd naturally dispersed to create a path for him to walk on. It must be your bad eyesight or something, but why was there suddenly streams of light highlighting Sehun’s godly features.

“Hey, Sehun! You’re best friend would like to ask you something!” Baekhyun hollered, hands formed in a cave-like shape so that his voice would reverberate across the whole cafeteria. The whole cafeteria.

“What’s up?” Sehun greeted.

“The sky,” you rolled your eyes to surpress whatever alien feeling that’s swirling inside you right now. Kyungsoo elbowed your stomach. “Ow! Okay, fine. Would you like to be my test subject for my Chem experiment?”

Sehun sat down on your other side. “Sure, what should I do?”


“Kiss her! You have to kiss her,” Baekhyun butted in. You scrunched your face in disgust because it seems like he was waiting for this moment to come much longer than you. Wait. Scratch that.

Sehun shrugged. You were about to kick Baekhyun under the table when Sehun swept you off your feet. What seemed to be a quick peck turned out to be longer. Your entire body tensed as the other three watched in silence, shocked.

When the kiss ended, your eyes were as wide as saucers. He commented, “Hmm, cherry.”

Caressing your now disheveled hair, you said, “I’m gonna go and lay down and die for like half hour, okay? Nobody disturb me.”

As you were collecting your things, Sehun grabbed a hold of your face. Scrutinizing your features, his gaze travelled from your eyes until it stopped at your lips. His thumb gently carressed your bottom lip.

“Your lipstick isn’t as effective as I thought it would be,” he said. His eyes glimmered with a hint of mischief. “You could always make another one. I’d prefer it if we do this kissing thing at my house.”

You can see how the boys were trying to avoid eavesdropping at your conversation. Sehun smirked before he sent you a flirty wink. “That way I could help you improve your project.”

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Hello! This is the blog formerly know as JACK-ISMS and then ROSY-JACK! And first off I’d like to thank you for following me on this blog. It has been an amazing experience running a fan blog for one of my favorite people in the world. I’ve gotten to interact with awesome people, push my creative boundaries, and learn new skills, so thank you for all the support.

As you may or may not have noticed, I haven’t been posting a lot recently on ROSY-JACK. I actually haven’t posted or reblogged anything for about a month and a half. This is due to a lack of inspiration and a want/need to focus on my own personal aesthetic and some other personal interests other than Jack. 

Another thing pushing me to make this change is that I have been exploring my gender identity, and I want to fully come out on tumblr as a non-binary individual who prefers the use of they/them pronouns. This is a big step for me so I would love some support and feedback from you guys who are going through similar things or just have a kind word to say.

With all of that said, I just wanted to let you know that I will still be posting Jacksepticeye content! I still love that guy! I might just not post him as often, or do the same types of posts that I have done in the past. I want to start posting some other things relevant to my interests as well. Aesthetics, nature, other celebrities/youtubers, original content, and even some of my writing may make it on to here. 

If the content change or the discussion of being non-binary prompts you to unfollow, I completely understand.

This long winded message is very typical for me. I really wanted to explain myself and my absence to you guys. Thank you for listening if you actually read through all of this, and feel free to ask me any questions! 


Imagine you and Chris sending out ‘Save the Date’ cards.

A/N: Epilogue 😊 And don’t worry, no break needed this time. Chapter 5 is being written as we speak, and I cannot wait to share it with all of you. ❤️❤️❤️You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C)

Sunday was spent writing 'Save the Date’ cards at the Gucci headquarters. Why at the Gucci headquarters? Well, Gucci and their visual design team kindly offered to design your 'Save the Date’ cards seeing as you were marrying one of their spokespeople. They even offered to do the wedding invitations, except that task had already been snatched up by Kevin Feigi who was pulling some major strings with Disney so the two of you could have a Disney themed invite.

You’d discussed having a full blown themed wedding, but decided against it after looking at themed weddings on Pinterest. Classy and elegant with subtle hints- like a classic white and gold wedding invitation that had Mickey and Minnie’s silhouettes as a watermark, and the Disney castle in gold glitter on the header. That was more your speed, and anything you liked- Chris loved; he just wanted to marry you. As much as you both liked Disney, you both were in agreement when it came to not wanting the best day of your life to look like a children’s birthday party.

Your wedding was to happen on the 28th of September as the two of you met on the 28th of February. You joked saying you picked the twenty-eighth so Chris could “have an easier time remembering our anniversaries.” His response “I could never forget the best days of my life” rendered you speechless, leaving you to do the only thing you could when he bested you; kiss him.

“Thank you so much, Adriana,” you squeezed her hand. Adrianna was the head of the design team and the one that came up with the elegant black and gold 'Save the Date’ cards; 'Save the Date: 28th of September - Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N are tying the knot’ written in breathtaking calligraphy. “We can’t thank you and your team enough. Aren’t they beautiful, Chris?” You held up a card for him to see, chuckling when you saw him lost in his thoughts.

It didn’t look like there was anything negative on his mind, after all there was nothing to complain or worry about- he’d everything he’d ever wanted. You’d finally agreed to end the long engagement and was starting to plan the wedding with him. You’d also met with Emilia and had a discussion about your future in Hollywood if you were to write your love story.

Emilia had given you a rundown at the meeting, explaining that it would be at least three years of focus on one piece. First you had to write the script, until you did that- there was nothing to proceed with. But once you had your piece, you could start pitching; you could decide on a production company, and find the right director to tell your story. After that, the company you signed with would sort out the copyright, movie rights, and other legal issues before you moved on to the financial budgeting, location scouting, and casting. There was a ton to do, but like Emilia reminded you before you left her office, “the script is the most important thing. We cannot start the process if you don’t write the script. Whether or not you choose to sell your story to Sony Pictures, I urge you to start writing. This could be the next big thing, the last thing you want is for someone to swipe it from you.” When she said that, the angst built in the pit of your stomach.

That had always been a concern, it’d been a concern for you since you started posting on Tumblr. You were always worried about someone stealing your ideas and stories, sometimes it’d even keep you up at night. There were times where you’d find other writers posting scarily similar stories to yours, forcing you to consider shutting down your Tumblr to protect your intellectual material. Then Chris would sit you down and remind you that “people can steal your ideas, but they can’t steal your talent.” So though Emilia words worried you, you knew Chris was right. You could wait a little while, get through the wedding and the honeymoon first then get to work when January rolled around. You already had Emilia’s attention and promise that she’d have you in whenever you’d finished writing.

The thing you didn’t tell Emilia, or Chris- for obvious reasons- was you’d already written the story. It wasn’t in script form, but it was done and ready to be turned into a script. You were a writer, you wrote about everything so the story began the second you met Chris. You may not have always shared what you wrote with people, but you wrote about everything- all your experiences; the good, the bad, and the wonderful. You kept it a secret because you wanted to marry Chris first, you knew if you told him- he’d put you and your dreams first, rushing everything else so you could get to work as soon as possible. But you didn’t want to rush your wedding or your honeymoon, you didn’t want to rush what was most important to you: Chris.


He tapped the blank card and gold pen in his right hand, and his left clenched fist, against the table’s glass surface as he continued to lose himself in his thoughtless daydream. It wasn’t until you waved a hand that he snapped out of it and gave you one of his adorable smiles. You found yourself smiling too as you held up the card to which he nodded at with the same smile, “that looks awesome. Sorry,” he chuckled, releasing card and pen from his grip. “I’m just thinking.”

“About what?” You asked, leaving Adriana and her team to continue their work to walk over to Chris. He wheeled his chair back, patting his lap; you shook your head because you were surrounded by people and not in the privacy of your own home. “Is everything okay?” You quizzed, taking the empty chair next to him.

“Everything’s perfect,” he assured you, taking your hands. “I’m just daydreaming, nothing important’s running through this chunk of wood.” He knocked on his head and you giggled, squeezing his hands. “I don’t know, I think I’m just daydreaming about our wedding. I mean- it’s in three months, that’s insane.”

“It is,” you nodded, smiling. “And it’s weird, 'cause just a few days ago when we discussed getting married- I felt so blindsided. But now, I’m okay. I’m ready to do this, like- I want to get married and play house with you,” you joked and he laughed. “Speaking of house, are we thinking of moving back to Boston after we get married or are we going to stay here?”

“I think we focus on the now first,” he answered. “Let’s just get through the wedding and go enjoy our honeymoon, then when we come back- we’ll sort out everything else. We don’t know where your upcoming job is going to need you, I think we make a decision based on that.” You nodded with pursed lips, feeling guilty about lying about the status of your story. “What’s wrong?”

“If I tell you something, will you promise not to react the way you want to?”

“I can’t promise you anything if I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

“You got me there,” you chuckled softly and he nodded, smiling. “I just- It’s not a big deal, so don’t freak out when I tell you that I actually…” You trailed off, then mumbled under your breath, “finished writing the story already.”

“What?” He frowned. “What do you mean you’re finished?”

“I wrote about us in real time, Chris,” you explained. “Whatever happened, I wrote as it happened. But I didn’t write with an intention to do anything about it, it was just for us. I don’t know, maybe even for our future children.” He ran a thumb over his bottom lip as he pondered for an appropriate reaction. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to feel like we had to rush things. I know you want this for me, but I want you more. I could never do anything that would jeopardize my time with you just to become a famous screenwriter.”

“So what you’re saying is you went behind my back instead, lying 'cause you felt like you had a better perspective of what we needed as a couple.” He raised a brow, trying not to smile; you nodded sheepishly. The two of you really were too similar. “Oh sweetheart,” he chuckled and hugged you. “I made the right choice marrying you.”

“I made the right choice marrying you too,” you smiled, kissing his cheek as he pulled away. “Emilia said she’d meet with me whenever I’m done, and I am- I’ve only got to convert it into script form. As soon as we return from our honeymoon, I’ll do that and I’ll go meet with her and start walking the path you so selflessly found for me.”

“Sounds like a plan, my future Mrs. Evans.” His smile reached his eyes when he said 'Mrs. Evans’. You chuckled, baring your perfect teeth as you grinned. “A perfect plan,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead.

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HEYO STAR WARS FAM! it’s me, calling from the other side. Lmao, I am so funny, rip. ANYWAY, there has been a LOT of negativity in the fandom lately and meanwhile, I am more than HAPPY that I do not have any part in it, I do see some of it on my dash. It makes me SAD &&. makes me think about how we used to be ( wow, cheesy ) when I joined, the fandom wasn’t like THIS but well, time never stops ( *fight the urge to athlete student meme this —* ). So, I know, I know - this post won’t change ANYTHING but I just wanted to do something to maybe cheer us all up a little. Negativity should not take over a fandom and should not be the reason people neglect their blogs. Have your Clique, have your faves as long as YOU feel comfortable because THAT is all that matters. And now, something bright &&. nice so yes, under the cut are some Positive Callouts!! happy reading and spread the positive vibes! 

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 33

Summary: David gets a chance to prove himself while on a run.

Note: There is a season 4 Easter egg in here, and I’m overly proud of it for some reason.


“Women must not depend upon the protection of man, but must be taught to protect herself.”

- Susan B. Anderson

“I guess what scares me the most now is the thought that I won’t be able to protect you.”

- Julia Hoban


You walked cautiously into the two story house, looking around the open space of the foyer.
The place was messy and things were thrown around the room.
It looked as if it had already been ransacked a couple of times.
David walked slowly in front of you, you could see him looking around carefully to see if he could spot anything useful as a weapon.

“I hope this place is empty.” He said softly to you, trying to keep his voice down.

“Maybe it is, it looks like it’s already been scavenged anyway.” You said, trailing off from him into the kitchen.

David made his way back over to you in a hurried manner.
You peeked around the corner of the doorway.
Once you saw nothing, you headed further into it, trying to find anything worth taking.
The dining table had been flipped over, the chairs thrown around the room, and every cabinet door stood open.
You let out a sigh, looking up at them.
you approached the counter, hopping up onto it as gently as you could to not make much noise.

“What are you doing?” David asked.

You glanced back at him, “Just looking, it’s worth a shot. Just keep a look out for anything.”

He nodded back and turned around, keeping his eye out for any movement.
It was dark inside the cabinets and hard to see whether or not anything was in them, and you didn’t have the luxury of having a flashlight with you.
After a moment of searching, your hand hit something and you grabbed it.
you pulled it from the cabinet to see it was a bottle of aspirin, it wasn’t a bad find at all.
This sort of stuff wasn’t easy to come by, whoever looted the placed must have skipped over it completely or just assumed they wouldn’t need it, which was stupid, but lucky for you.

You made a clicking noise with your tongue to get David’s attention, he turned around and you tossed the pill bottle to him, hearing the rattle it made as he caught it, almost dropping them to the floor.

“First find, not a bad one either.” You said, turning back and making your way to another cabinet as you balanced yourself on the counter top.

David slipped the pills into a bag that you had given him to collect stuff in.
You followed the same procedure, sticking your hand into the cabinet, your hands fumbling around in the dark trying to find anything that you could.
The next thing you managed to grab was a half empty pack cigarettes.
You had smoked on and off throughout your life, and they weren’t much of a necessity to you.
You threw them to the ground as you hopped off the counter.

“Is it empty?” He said, reaching down to pick up the box.

“No, it’s not.”

He looked into the box and seemed to light up at the sight, almost as if a prayer had been answered “Can I have them? I haven’t smoked in months, and I need it.”

You shrugged, “Usually stuff like this has to be worked for, it’s considered a luxury. But just to show you how good you could have it, I’ll let you keep them.”

“Thank you.” He said gratefully as he stuffed the carton into his pants pocket.

“Yeah, but you better not fucking tell anyone where you got them, better yet, don’t even be seen with them. If Negan finds out, I’m not gonna be able to help you.”

He nodded, “Yes ma'am.”

Once the kitchen was looked over and you found nothing else worth taking back, you made your way to the upstairs part of the house, there were a bunch of books laying on the ground and stacked in piles near the wall.

“Jesus, is this a library?” David commented, picking up one of the books to look at it.

“Hoarders is more like it.” You rolled your eyes, kicking a stack of books out of your way.

A lot of the times, better stuff could be found in bedrooms, because people who usually looted houses never paid much attention to personal rooms.
It was always the food and booze that got cleaned out quicker than anything else.
You made your way up the narrow staircase with David behind you.
You walked over to a small bathroom to have a look inside, not a whole lot was missing from it.

“So, what kind of stuff do we get?” He asked, leaning against the wall, flipping the light switch up and down.

“Literally anything useful. We have a community to take care of, so things that might otherwise be looked over by people who live on the go, we take.” You said, looking through the cabinet under the sink, “Here’s something.” You said with a smile as you handed him a whole tube of toothpaste.

“It’s new.” He said, dropping it into the bag that hung around his shoulder.

“Yeah, people don’t worry about this kind of shit anymore, but like I said, we have a community and we do our best to bring back some sense of normality to the situation. Things like this can be bought for points.” You said, continuing to look through the cabinet.

He nodded, “Makes sense. I guess that’s why I have to keep the cigarettes a secret?”

“Exactly.” You said, handing him a few feminine hygiene products and shampoo that you found.
You finally stopped and looked up to him, “Look, don’t think that just because I did something nice for you means that you are getting it any easier than anyone else. My comment about you trying to screw me over still stands.” You said, your tone getting serious as you ran a hand over your gun.

“I didn’t think you giving me the smokes made you soft. It was a nice gesture, that’s all.” He said, putting the items you handed him into the bag, giving you a look.

“Good.” You said plainly as you stood up, and pushed past him to make your way down the hall.

You came up on a closed wooden door that had something written on it in chalk.


“Shit.” David whispered, running a hand over the writing.

“Sounds like we’ve got a live one.” You said, pulling your gun from it’s holster.

“I don’t know about this. Those fucking things make me nervous, I don’t seek them out.” He said, letting out a shaky breathe.

“No shit, but you never know what might be in here.”

“Fine.” He said, shaking his head.

You opened the door slowly and making a scrunched face as the door squeaked.
You mouthed the word ‘shit’ to yourself as it continued.
You walked in slowly, your gun in hand. The room was even messier, boxes were stacked around the room.
you moved cautiously around them, crouched low and keeping at eye out for the stray walker.
But you heard, nor saw anything.
David was so close you could practically feel his breathe on your neck.
You looked around for a moment more and you still saw nothing, so you stood up straight and let out a breathe.

“Well, I don’t see shit.” You said as you looked in one of the boxes to see a bunch of china, half of it broken into sharp pieces.

You both looked around the room for a moment, looking through countless boxes of useless shit.
You looked over to the window to see the afternoon sun shining into the room, the window was halfway open.
you thought that maybe the dead one crawled out the window somehow.
You walked over to reach your hand out to shut it.
Suddenly there was a loud crash as a box tipped over and you turned to see a walker hurl itself towards you.
Before you could get your gun up, it was too late and it crashed into you, knocking you to the ground as the gun fired, the bullet shattering the window pane as it went through, while the gun was slung from your hand.

“SHIT!” You cried out in panic as you had your knee and hands pushing against the stomach of the rotting corpse that was desperately trying to bite your face.
you breathed heavily trying to remain as calm as possible, and grabbing for your gun, but it was damn near impossible as the thing I top of you was literally dead weight.
The gun was too far away, and David stood there, frozen in fear and unmoving.
You continued trying to pus the corpse off of you, but it was no use, it was like a rabid fucking dog relentlessly trying to attack you.
You let out another panicked scream as you tried to squirm away from it, your fear starting to grow out of control.
Nothing in this world scared you more than these things.

“DAVID! GET THE GUN! FUCK-” You tried kicking at the corpse, your arms were already getting shaking from holding it off of you and your terror was rising with each breathe and each failed attempt to get it off of you.
You couldn’t hold it much longer, “GET THE GODDAMN GUN, DAVID!” You bellowed as loud as you could.

With shakey hands, he lunged for your gun, getting it in his grip before standing back up and pointing it out.
You closed your eyes tightly.
Two shots rang throughout the cramped bedroom.
Your eyes still shut tightly, the struggling had ceased.
From a moment, you thought you were dead.
You figured that was it, it was over, that he had shot the walker and shot you.

But you slowly opened your eyes back up to see the limp body now laying on top of you.
The black mush that was it’s brains were now splattered all over the wall.
You pushed it off of you quickly as you sat up backing yourself into the wall, obviously shaken and groaning in fear.
You had been through a lot of shit, but nothing ever compared to almost being eaten alive by one of those things.
You breathed hard as you looked down at yourself, running your hands over your arms, legs and stomach, needing to check yourself for bites and also being completely petrified of finding one.

You were so shaken by it that you didn’t even notice or care about the fact that David still had your gun in his hand.
You could hear all the commotion from downstairs as you heard people rushing up the staircase.
There you were, a bloody mess sitting on the ground, visibly scared for your life, and a man whom you were in charge of, standing over you with your own gun.
It wasn’t the best time for anyone to come in, it was a sight to see.
It was alos an infuriating sight for Negan as he busted through the doorway, Lucille in hand and his men flanking him.
You looked up suddenly as Negan charged towards David, knocking him into the wall and the gun from his hand, ready to kill as he brought Lucille over his head.

“No!” You yelled suddenly, jumping up and forcing yourself towards him.

Negan’s hand on David’s throat, “What the fuck do you mean no?!” Negan growled back, Lucille still raised, ready to come down on David’s skull.

“I got attacked by a walker!” You said, pointing back to the body, and trying to step in front of Negan.

He shifted his eyes to the ground where the body laid, and looked back to you, “Then why the fuck does he have your gun? There was more than one fuckin’ gunshot, darlin’ and all the goddamn screaming. It was heard throughout the whole goddamn neighborhood.”

You nodded and breathed out, still trying to catch your breathe, “It surprised me and knocked the gun out of my hand, I tried to shoot it, but I missed. He shot it, if he hadn’t I’d be bitten right now.”

Negan gritted his teeth and lowered Lucille, looking to David, “Is that fuckin’ true, did you save my wife?” He growled in a sarcastic tone.

“Yes, sir.” David choked out, Negan’s grip still tight on his throat.

Negan sniffed, a grimace still on his face, “Dwight, why don’t you take our new friend for a walk.”

Dwight, with his gun still pointed at David’s head, motioned him forward.
Negan’s grip on his throat loosened, allowing him to pass by.
David shot you a desperate look and you nodded, giving him the okay to go.
Dwight shoved him out the door and left you alone with Negan.
He ran a hand over the thick stubble that was beginning to turn back into the beard you had become so accustomed to.

He turned his head towards you and bit his lip angrily, “We’re you fuckin’ bit?”

You shook your head quickly, “No. Trust me, I checked.”

He nodded and let out a sigh of relief, “It seems like something is trying to fuckin’ take you out, darlin’. After everything, now you’re getting attacked by goddamn roamers.”

You smirked, trying to lighten the situation, “I know, but I’ve got nine lives, remember?”

“Like I’ve said before, I’m really starting to fuckin’ believe that, darlin’. When I heard those shots, I thought you either blew his fuckin’ brains out, or he fuckin’ got the upper hand on you.” Negan said, furrowing his brows, his free hand tightening into a fist at the thought.

“If he wanted to, he could have. He had the chance, Negan.”

“Yeah, that’s what fuckin’ concerns me.” He breathed out.

“He didn’t though.” You protested, your lips parted.

He ignored you, picking the gun off the floor and handed it back to you, “Keep your fuckin’ guard up at all times. Eyes are gonna fuckin’ be on him. I’m not too fuckin’ sure about his place here.”

“I will, but you gave me the job.” You said I confusion.

“I fuckin’ know that, darlin’. But I might not fuckin’ be around everytime something happens. Just fuckin’ be careful.” He said, starting to get annoyed.

You looked up at Negan, you understood that what had happened could have been a dangerous situation, but David didn’t try to kill you, nor did you really think he would.
You studied Negan’s face, you could see the anger fading and you knew that he wasn’t making a fuss about it because you couldn’t handle yourself.
He knew more than anyone that you knew how to handle yourself, probably better than any of his men.
You were catching the feeling that Negan was jealous.
You bit down hard on your lip, to keep the smile you felt coming on.

“Yes, Negan.” You managed to force out without so much as a smirk.

You thought it was extremely cute that he seemed to be jealous of your attention being on another man, and the fact that another man had saved your life.
There were so many times that you had been jealous of the other wives, and you still held jealousy that there were still other wives around, and now he was finally experiencing the jealousy that you so often felt over him.
It pleased you to see him get territorial over you.

“Did you find anything in here.” He asked, propping Lucille back onto his shoulder.

“I found a bottle of aspirin, some toothepasteband other things. That’s about it.” You said shaking your head. You didn’t mention the cigarettes you had given to David.

He nodded and motioned you to follow him, “Well, that’s better than fuckin’ nothing. This neighborhood is pretty much fuckin’ empty.”

You glanced back at the body of the walker that laid on the ground.
You stopped at the doorway, and looked down to see a couple pieces of chalk on the floor.
you bent down to pick one up, you closed the door and begin to scribble on it.

“Darlin’, what the hell are you doing?” Negan called from behind you in an amused tone.

Once you were done you stood back, “There was a message written on the door about the walker, now I’ve left my own message.”

The new message that was scribbled in the door read: DEAD WALKER INSIDE WAS TOUGH, BUT I WAS TOUGHER.

You threw the chalk to the ground and headed over to Negan, he gave you a smirk.

“Really fuckin’ poetic, babydoll. Can we go now?” He asked.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You answered back, following him down the narrow staircase.

Not a whole lot had been picked up from the small neighborhood, anything that had been gotten wasn’t of much importance.
There was a lot of furniture, hygiene products and very little non-perishable food items found, but it would be taken back to the sanctuary to sell to anyone who had enough points to buy.
You walked out with Negan as his men were packing up the vehicles with the finds for the day.
You saw that Dwight had put David to work helping load up the supplies.

The ride back was a quiet one, not much was spoken between anyone, it gave you a bit of time to catch up on some sleep.
You were struggling to keep your eyes open.
You finally leaned over onto Negan’s shoulder as you drifted in and out sleep, you half expected him to push you off of him, but instead, he propped his feet on the dashboard and put an arm around you and let you lean into his chest.

You were woken in a state of shock as you were being shook roughly and hearing Negan’s voice saying, “Get the fuck up!”.
Your eye snapped open as you looked around quicky, wiping your eyes. You didn’t realize how deep you had fallen asleep on the ride back.

“What?” You said in raspy tone, climbing out of the truck behind him.
You were back at the sanctuary and you had to rub your eyes even harder when you saw the body laying near the weapons storage building.

“What the fuck?” You whispered to yourself, now fully awake.

You looked over to Negan who was scolding Simon, “When the fuck did this happen?!” Negan growled, pushing Simon back into the stone building.

“I don’t know, boss. Fat Joey was supposed to be watching him.” Simon answered back nervously.

“Fat Joey? You put Fat-fuckin-Joey in charge, and you see where the fuck that got us?! He’s fuckin’ dead.” Negan shouted, pointing down to Joey’s body.

You shook your head wanting to know what the hell was going on in that moment, but you knew better than to interrupt Negan in front of his men.
Your breathing became heavy as you watched Negan get so pissed.

Negan suddenly grabbed Simon around the collar ofhis shirt and slung him down into the ground, “I should bash your fuckin’ brains in right now, Simon. But that’d be too fuckin’ easy. You’re gonna take some of the fuckin’ men, and you’re gonna go out and you’re gonna fuckin’ look for him. Do you fuckin’ understand me?”

Simon clenched his jaw and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Negan growled before he pushed him,down into the dirt, “Somebody move this fuckin’ body out of here. Feed him to the fuckin’ dead ones.”

You backed up as Negan prowled over to you, his face was full of anger as you had so often seen.
He stood in front of you, gripping Lucille.

“What the hell is going on?” You said in a desperate low tone.

“Daryl is fuckin’ gone.” He said blunty, gritting his teeth.

“What?” You hissed, “How?!”

“If I fuckin’ knew it would be goddamn fixed, (Y/N). You gather David and the there ones, and you keep them under your goddamn watch until this is figured out, and don’t let any of them get your goddamn gun again. Last thing I need is for you to fuck up, too.” He narrowed his eyes at you.

You were taken aback, and a bit offended that he assumed you were gonna fuck up, “Well, I’m sure I’ll do a better fucking job than Simon.” You scoffed.

“Cool your goddamn attitude and just do what the fuck I say.” He growled back, leaning down to you.

You took in a deep breathe and nodded, “I will.”

He gazed down at you for a moment, daring you to show your attitude to him again at the moment, but you knew better.
You lowered your gaze and became submissive to him, not wanting to catch his bad side.
He gave you one last look before leaving you.
You ran a hand through your hair and looked around for David and spotted him unloading one of the trucks.
You watched for a moment as Dwight and Arat began to drag Joey’s body towards the entrance of the sanctuary where the chained walkers were kept.
You made your way over to the truck where David was helping one of the men pull a couch out the back of it.

“David, let’s go!” You called, ushering him towards you.

He let go of the couch, and exchanged glances with one of the other men, before slowly making his way of over to you.
He noticed the intense look on your face and dropped his head like a dog who had gotten yelled at, before looking back up to you.

“Sorry one of them asked for my help-”

You put up a hand to cut him off, “Don’t worry about it. The place is kind of on lock down, so you and the others are gonna have to stay with me for a while.”

“What’s happened?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s not your business, just be glad it doesn’t involve you.” You said in a calm tone as you walked him to the main building towards the kitchen.

“I was just curious.” He shrugged.

“That’s the kind of shit can get you killed.” He cut your eyes to him.

He nodded slowly and didn’t say another word as you went to gather Katherine and Ben.
Your head was in a whirlwind, you weren’t able to understand exactly how Daryl could escape, there were so many people here that it seemed damn near impossible for him to just escape.
You didn’t wanna admit it, but it seemed like Amber and Randy weren’t the only ones that weren’t loyal, someone had to help Daryl escape.
You need to be on your guard more than ever, and you’d be keeping and eyes open, that’s for sure, especially for Negan.
You’d do whatever necessary to protect him.


One day, maybe, I’ll leave this place. Maybe, this time I’ll be gone for good. I’ll leave some traces, words say that I exist, that I was here the time you needed me the most. I hope you won’t forget me even if the rain wash away my name, just let the memories stay with you. I just want you to know that you are loved, you are special to me, that even if I’ve hurt you my love was real. Just look up the sky and remember the things you can’t hide: The sun, the moon, the truth, and my love just meant for you. Maybe this is the end, I should walk my way now. But I promise, if the time comes, you have no one and needed someone the most, forget the first two sentences and I’ll run straight right back at you.


She fucking hated puff pieces; they required no skill and would never get her ahead at the paper…or anywhere else.  They were the sugar in the coffee of life, an attempt to convince people things weren’t as bad as they seemed.  They were lies; she went into journalism to find the truth.  She hated her boss for giving them to her, but she couldn’t continue declining and keep her job…at least this one had catering and a nice view of the ocean.

Brief interviews with the family done, the traditional soundbites spoken, she slipped into the house.  Maybe there’d be something, anything, of interest that she could make a real story out of.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.”  The voice was smoothed out gravel as he stepped into her path.  Unlike everyone outside, herself included, he was casual: casual dress, casual speech, casual stance…but it felt like a lie.  Something in his azure eyes said he was tenser than everyone at the celebration.

“…I was looking for the bathroom.”

“Were you?”  His lips ticked up, spread.  “Oh, you’re the reporter…Mom mentioned there’d be one.”

“Mom?”  Her mind flew through her mental catalogue as she pointed at him.  “Daniel Rayburn.”


“Danny,” she smiled.  “It’s a pleasure meet you.”

“It is, huh?  Why’s that?”

The question was unexpected; she didn’t have an answer.  “I, uh…” shoulders lifted, fell.  “Always good to meet another member of the family you’re writing about.”

“You wanna interview me?”

“No, it’s fine, I got the general idea, don’t worry.”  Her dismissal came off-hand, without consideration.  “I mean…what else is there to say, right?”

“Maybe a lot.”

She stopped, sighed, then gave her politest smile.  “Look, no offense, but I really don’t have the interest or the time for more ‘it’s amazing, my parents are an inspiration, I hope The Rayburn House continues for another 45 years’ bullshit.”

A breath of laugh left his lips.  “Bullshit?”

“These pieces…anniversaries, awards, big, happy, families…They’re all just surface and lies.”

“Well, I won’t lie to you.”

Her mouth opened to dismiss, counter, but then closed in a swallow as a flicker of honesty lit his eyes.  She grew serious, testing.  “Your family boasts about each other, but not about you…Why?”

Because it was stuck in my head…in no small part to a vid by @wolfca-lochdubh​.   Not sure what the female reporter looks like so kept it vague; if this continues maybe I’ll give her a face, don’t know.

(Top gif came from a gif hunt by @danedehans, bottom from Google)

@zoesmama2024@wadeyourebarelyalive​  …No clue who else to tag, but if I continue and you want in, let me know, haha!

it’s been less than a year since I made this blog and I honestly never thought this would happen let alone have it happen so quickly. I don’t even think me writing out this little post could accurately express how I feel. like guys, 15,000 people..that’s like a mini stadium, a tiny country, the number of calories I eat in a day :’)

no okay but seriously, though I had been following bangtan for a while I never really thought about making a blog about them. but with the pressures of school I really needed an escape from it all and tumblr was this quiet place for me. a place I could come to and just forget about all the pressure and stress while I thirsted after namjoon and yoongi. and with the encouragement of those around me I decided to make this blog. even though I had run two other fandom blogs before this one, I never thought a fandom could be this welcoming. I felt right at home, memeing since day one 

through these past few months I have made some amazing friends I would have never had the chance to meet if it weren’t for this little bangtan blog. I trust and lean on a lot of them to help me through hard times as well as sharing some of the brightest parts of my life. many wouldn’t and could understand that even though we have met online only a few months ago, I feel I have known them for so much longer. meeting people in a shared fandom is honestly an incredibly special thing because you tend to meet people with similar interests, personalities and terrible humour making it so easy to connect with them and bond over things you might not normally be able to with others  

I’d really like to thank all of you who follow me and put up with my thirsty ass always crying, writing long posts about all the boys, having long and interesting discussions with me about all kinds of subjects, sending me lots of love and support if you see I’m going through a hard time, liking and reblogging everything I make no matter how shitty, talking to me and generally being interested in who I am???, coming to me for life advice, tagging me in all namjoon and yoongi posts, sending me random posts you think I’d enjoy, drawing fanart  and most importantly shipping the one true cannon ship #sabjoon 2k17. you guys all mean so much to me and it genuinely hurts to be away from you all whether it be because of school of or those time I travel I always feel like I can rely on you to make me smile no matter the situation

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First things first I’m a reader

That’s right I’m a real book needer

And I’m still in the fiction business

I could write your death like I’m giving lessons in physics

You should want a bad book like this

Pick it up, turn the page

Just like this

Shelf of Brooks, shelf of Rowling, shelf of Fisk

Yoga pants & something on Netflix is my bliss

Taking all the series straight, never chase that

Library like we bringing ‘88 back

Bring the books in, where the stories at?

Pages turning, you should read that

I’m so fancy

You already know

I’m in the bookstore

Grabbing books that I want to own

My choice for fifth place is the story ‘Receipts’ by @surlybobbies!

I can always appreciate a good Dean/Cas finally getting together in canon!verse fic, and this is totally something Cas would do. Really sweet and well written!

I don’t follow you yet, so you’ll get a follow back as a bonus! Congratulations, and everyone should go check out your writing because I saw some lovely things there! 

Dean walks into Cas’s room, holding his phone to his ear. “How the hell am I supposed to know where you put it, Cas? I’m never in your room, which, can I just say, is a goddamn pigsty - “

As he listens to Cas’s slightly indignant reply, he wanders over to Cas’s desk, where rumpled pieces of paper litter the surface in a semicircle. Out of curiosity, he picks one up. It’s a receipt dated a few months ago for two bacon cheeseburgers at some diner in Minnesota. Dean shifts his phone from his ear and places it on speaker.  

“-be right near the lamp on my bedside table - “

“Hey, Cas?”

“Did you find it?”

“Nah, but uh - why do you have so many old receipts?”

There’s silence.

“Cas? You still there?”

On the line, someone clears his throat. “Uh, yes. I’m still here.”

“So? The receipts? I mean, it’s cool, but it doesn’t really make sense. We’re not exactly paying taxes, buddy.”

There’s another pause, just a little too long to be innocent. Finally, Cas says, “No reason. Now, can you please look for my cell phone? Sam says you’re a waste of his minutes.”

“Tell him he’s an asshole,” Dean says, rolling his eyes. “I’ll text him if I find it.”

Cas hangs up. Dean pockets his phone and casts an eye over the messy desk, where still more receipts are spread out. Something compels him to pick up another one, cleaner and less rumpled than the rest. It’s only a few weeks old, from a diner Dean and Cas visited on the way back from a particularly rough hunt. Two more burgers, two cokes, and one slice of apple pie. Dean smiles. Cas had ordered him the apple pie.

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It Had to be Done

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Title: It Had to be Done

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 1,166

Warnings: Angst and Death

A/N: This idea was shot my way by @stormy-thomas. I’m so sorry for how sad this is. Trust me, I cried writing it! I hope all of you love it nevertheless! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

When you joined the two Winchester brothers, Dean never thought he would fall in love with you.  Eventually, Dean could no longer fight the feelings he had for you.  Everything went great until the day you were possessed by a demon.  Of all the things you had been through with Dean, this was the one that hurt him the most.

Sam put on the handcuffs that would keep you chained up well enough for Dean to take care of the demon possessing you.  They were going to get you an anti-possession tattoo tomorrow, but it was a little too late for that now.  Sam brushed past Dean with a nod.  “[Y/N] should be fine,” Sam mumbled, leaving Dean to the task at hand.

Dean walked into the dungeon.  He wasn’t just aggravated, he was desolate.  He didn’t want this to happen to you.  He didn’t want to cause you any pain.  Even though he was planning to hurt the demon possessing you, he knew it would hurt you too.

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Stories album by album of Alice in Chains

Dirt (1992)

The album was released on September 29, 1992, through Columbia Records. Peaking at number six on the Billboard 200, the album was also well received by music critics. It has since been certified four-times platinum by the RIAA and gone on to sell 5 million copies worldwide, making Dirt the band’s highest selling album to date. It was the last album to feature band’s original line-up.

About music and lyrics

With songs written primarily on the road, the material has an overall darker feel than Facelift. “We did a lot of soul searching on this album. There’s a lot of intense feelings.” Cantrell said, “We deal with our daily demons through music. All of the poison that builds up during the day we cleanse when we play”. Drug use was front and center as a lyrical theme on the album. Three tracks (Sickman, Junkhead & God Smack) specifically reference heroin use and its effects.

Layne Staley later expressed regret about the lyrical content of some songs on Dirt, explaining, “I wrote about drugs, and I didn’t think I was being unsafe or careless by writing about them… I didn’t want my fans to think that heroin was cool. But then I’ve had fans come up to me and give me the thumbs up, telling me they’re high. That’s exactly what I didn’t want to happen.”

Cantrell said he wrote “Them Bones” about “mortality, that one of these days we’ll end up a pile of bones.” Cantrell was inspired to write “Dam That River” after a fight he had with Kinney in which Kinney broke a coffee table over his head. “Sickman” came together after Staley asked Cantrell to “write him the sickest tune, the sickest, darkest, most fucked up and heaviest thing [Cantrell] could write.” “Rooster” was written by Cantrell for his father, who served in the Vietnam War. His nickname was “Rooster”. Cantrell described the song as “the start of the healing process between my Dad and I from all that damage that Vietnam caused.” 

Discussing the title track “Dirt”, Cantrell stated that “the words Layne put to it were so heavy, I’ve never given him something and not thought it was gonna be the most bad-assed thing I was going to hear.” Cantrell cited “Junkhead” and “God Smack” as “the most openly honest” songs about drug use. The 43-second “Iron Gland” was developed out of a guitar riff that Cantrell would play that annoyed the other band members, so he created the song (adding in a reference to Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man”) and promised to never play the guitar riff again. It features Tom Araya from Slayer on vocals.

 Layne Staley. “Hate to Feel” and “Angry Chair” were both composed solely by Staley, and Cantrell has expressed his pride in seeing Staley grow as a songwriter and guitarist. “Down in a Hole” was written by Cantrell to his “long-time love” and commented that “it’s hard for us to both understand… that this life is not conducive to much success with long-term relationships.” The album’s final track, “Would?”, was written by Cantrell and concerns the late lead singer of Mother Love Bone, Andrew Wood. Cantrell said the song is also “directed towards people who pass judgments.”


At one stage, i was either drinking, hanging out with friends, crying alone in my bed, or taking long drives out of the city. That’s when he first left, along with many other things, my world came crashing down. And it was unbearable, suffocating…

I used to laugh so hard during the day, then silently cry during the night. Pretend that i was doing fine without him, that he was just like many others that left, he was just one of those….but he wasn’t just one of those…

There were days I didn’t want to get out of the car and go to work, spacing out, reliving the memories, i was constantly calling out his name in my headThere were nights I’m completely wasted, writing down his name on a piece of paper, over and over again, remembering the night I held his hand for the last time…

There were nights that I couldn’t sleep, packed my bag and drive out of the city, watched the sun slowly rising, dipped myself in the freezing cold water…just because I wanted to feel alive, I wanted to feel something again…
He was my madness, knowing him made me do many crazing things that I would never imagine I would. He gave me million reasons why we can’t be together, and I only reply him “so?”

So I would go through all of that just to be with him, but he wouldn’t, because he wasn’t feeling the same way about me…It was december, and now, another december, I’m still feeling the same way. K, another year has gone by, and i’m still feeling this way…

Moctieungu | For K another summer

(copy and paste please source @february-wooden-fish)

What’s really makes me sad is when Magnus says, “I wanted to see you again,” and Alec’s first response is “Why?” He really doesn’t see or understand what could possibly be special or interesting about him that could attract Magnus. This is Alec ‘We break rules and accept the consequences’ Lightwood, who’s never experienced any love in the manner of eros (besides his unrequited love for Jace). So Magnus telling him what Alec means to him in that moment is so important to both of them and that’s why this will always be one of my favorite Malec scenes in season 1 and I really hope the writers write more affectionate things for them in season 2.