i fixed it for you anon

anonymous asked:

Hey dad, how has your day been?

I had a rough time fixing the table saw at work today and ended up with a bloody nose, and for some reason when my boss asked why I was bleeding, I said, “Oh, uhh, I’m okay. Probably just tired.”

So, that was embarrassing and I have to die now.

It’s like when you say, “Thanks! You, too!” when someone wishes you a happy birthday, only my brain is hardwired to say, “I’m tired,” even when being tired isn’t the problem.

This isn’t meant to be some fake-deep commentary about suffering in silence, by the way. I’m just letting you know that I’m the idiot prince of Nosebleed City.

I'm comin' home (AJ Styles x Reader)

(First Fic on tumblr! I know I’m not the best writer in the world but I can’t get better if I don’t keep writing and practicing! I’ve read through it twice and didn’t see any grammar/spelling errors but if I notice one later I’ll fix it!)
Characters: AJ Styles, you, a little Dean Ambrose, mention of Nikki Bella
Warnings: Angst, possible cheating
Very loosely (like you can see it if you close your left eye and close your right eye) based on the song Hold On by the Scott Brothers And a special shoutout to one of my favorite blogs llowkeys (my mobile won’t let me tag) for being my go to AJ source for all things from sassy answer to anons to very sexy pictures of the one and only AJ. You helped inspire this so I hope you like it.
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It’s been four days. Four days since I’ve talked to AJ. Its not for lack of trying on my part either. I’ve tried calling, face-timing, and texting him and he never responds. He’s never done this before. Normally he calls me all the time when he’s on the road. During the day he’d send me pictures of him out and about with his coworkers/friends. And on nights when I really missed him I could convince him to FaceTime me so I could see his smiling face. But now I can’t get him to talk to me.
I tried to think back to the last time we talked. About 5 days ago he called me from a town in Ohio where Smackdown was being taped. He said he was getting ready for bed and wanted to say goodnight to me. We talked for an hour before hanging up. I don’t think any negative things were sad. He was pretty happy with how Smackdown turned out. I, of course, had watched and told him how proud I was of him. We talked about how he would be home in 5 days, which meant he would be home today. I couldn’t think of anything that would make him mad at me. Maybe I said something and he misunderstood me. I guess I’ll find out when he comes home and I’ll explain everything.
AJ would be home around 6 tonight. I had everything planned out on how to figure out why he stopped responding to me. I’d cook his favorite meal and we’d talk over dinner. Once noon rolled around I decided to head to the store and pick up the ingredients for dinner. I get dressed and head out. I walk around the grocery store grabbing anything I’ll need for tonight. I check over my shopping and see the next item on the list is seasonings. I push the cart to the aisle and look for the seasons I need. Then I hear someone talking. Normally I would never listen in on a strangers conversation but I could have sworn they said AJ’s name. We lived in a somewhat small town, as a way to distance ourselves from the spotlight AJ lives in when he’s on the road. It was normal for people to gossip especially about the town celebrity. I looked around and saw two woman I didn’t know at the other end of the aisle looking away from me. “I’m telling you Helen it’s true. My son Jimmy told me. He has one of those wrestling fan sites and someone posted a picture of AJ Styles with some girl in his lap at a bar. And it was for sure not his fiancée.” “I don’t know Nancy. I’ve run into him a few times. He seems like such a nice guy. And I’ve seen him and (Y/N), I think that’s his fiancées name, out on dates a few times when William and I go out. They seem pretty happy and pretty in love.” “Let’s see if I can find the site my son showed me.” The first woman, Nancy, said pulling our her phone. “Well it’s not the same website but there’s quite a few links on here. Poor (Y/N). I wonder if she knows yet.” Both women shrug and start up on a new topic while walking father from me and to a new aisle. I get my phone from my purse and google ‘AJ Styles cheating’. AJ and I wanted to keep our relationship semi private. I didn’t want to the spotlight but he felt like it was important that people know we were together. He figured it may help keep gold digger girls off him. But I guess that wasn’t working. Google finally pops up results and I don’t believe my eyes. At least seven websites are reporting on AJ with different woman. I open a few of the links and almost cry right there in the grocery store. Dozens of pictures of AJ are posted. Each one he has a beer in one hand and a different girl near him or on his lap. This must be some joke. I look through the other websites and it’s all the same. I close my phone and walk out of the store without the items I was shopping for. I was in no mood to cook for him tonight. Tonight would be him explaining to me what the hell is going on. Once I get home I start crying. Why would AJ cheat on me? Was he getting tired of me? Was this his way of calling off our wedding that was only 3 months away? After a few minutes of tears and questioning everything I decided to find out some truth. I had only been to live shows a few times but while I was there some of the super stars gave me their numbers in case of emergency and I couldn’t get a hold of AJ. I look through my contacts and just decide to try Dean Ambrose. He and AJ didn’t get along well but he was always nice to me and I imagine he was also at bars and would tell me the truth. He doesn’t seem like the kinda guy to sugar coat things. Right as I’m about to hit the call button a text from AJ finally appears. “Sorry babe can’t make it home this week. Something came up we all have to stay. Try to be home next week. - AJ” What? He wasn’t coming home at all? We haven’t seen each other in a month or talked in almost a week and the only thing he has to stay is Sorry. He didn’t say he missed me or that he loved me? Once I read the message again to make sure I’m reading it correctly I call Dean. It rings three times then he answers. “This is Dean.” “Hey Dean. This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). AJ’s fiancée. Have you seen AJ lately? He hasn’t been answer my calls and I’m worried about him.” I decide not to jump straight to the is my fiancé cheating on me line. “I’ve seen him a few times since the show. Seems like he’s fine. Hasn’t been making that stupid face he makes when he’s pissed.” “Okay. Now, um, this is really awkward but to ask but I figured you out of all people would give me a straight answer. I’ve seen the pictures on social media of AJ at bars with other women. Are those real? Is that really happening?” There’s a silence on the other end of the line. That can’t be good. It means he is trying to find the right way to tell me AJ is cheating. “Yeah they are. I’m sorry (Y/N). After the first time it happened we figured he was drunk and not thinking straight. Nothing happened the girl just danced on him and sat with him. When it happened again the next time Nikki Bella asked him what he was doing since he has a fiancée and all. He just snapped at her and told her to mind her own damn business. She thought about telling you but then realized no one but AJ knew your number.” With every word he said my world came crashing down. AJ was cheating on me. “So he starting talking girls back to his room?” “He took them somewhere.” “Is it true that something came up and you all have to stay for another week? He just sent me a text saying that.” “Yes that one is true. They scheduled wrong and our week off is in a week not this week. Listen I’ve gotta go but I’ll talk to AJ for you. I won’t tell him you know about the girls but I’ll tell him to actually call you since you’re worried about him.” “Okay. Thanks Dean you’ve been very helpful.” “No problem (Y/N). I hope things work out.” And with that the phone call is ended. For the next few days AJ still doesn’t call. Dean has started texting me updates on him though. He told AJ to call me and AJ said he would at some point but that hasn’t happened. Dean did say he hasn’t been hanging around any girls at the bars so that’s good I guess. I can’t believe the only contact I’m having with my fiancé is through a guy he can barely stand. During the rare moments I’m not thinking about AJ I’m thinking about our wedding. The wedding that might be called off. I had already bought a dress but I could sell it only. Same with the rings. The stone in my engagement ring was my grandmothers so I’ll take the stone back and him the rose gold setting back. I’ll see if I can take his silver band back to the jeweler where I bought it. Food could easily be canceled. Same with venue and hotel rooms among other odds and ends. I’d have to tell my family. That would be a mess. I’d have to move out of the house since it was his before we got together. I’d probably have to move back to home with my parents and find a job to save up money to rent an apartment. And here I thought I was living in a perfect fantasy world. Guess not. Today is a week later which means AJ should be home today. I don’t know if I’m ready. I’ve trying to mentally prepare myself for the last couple of nights. My phone started ringing while I was making my self some lunch. I knew who it was before I even looked at the caller ID. AJ had set his intro music has his ringtone on my phone. Everyone else was stuck with the generic ringtones preset on the phone. I take a deep breath before answer. “Hello.” “Hey Darlin’ I’m packing up now and I’ll be at the airport soon. So I’ll be home in about 3 hours. Is my girl gonna be waiting on me?” That’s what I normally did. I would go to the airport and wait for him to land and once I saw him I would run into his arms. But how could he be acting so casual? After everything that has happened. I take another breath and decide to call him out on it. “You’ve been cheating on me. And don’t lie either. I’ve seen the pictures and I’ve talking with Dean Ambrose. You didn’t talk to me for days and I have to find out you’ve been hanging around other women at bars from two strangers in the grocery store. And even when Dean told you I was worried and you to call me you didn’t. So tell me what the hell is going on? Is this your way of saying you want to call off the wedding and break up? Should I start packing my bags now and book a plane ticket to my parents?” By the end of this I’m crying. “Darlin’. Please don’t cry. I-I… It’s a lot to explain. I promise I don’t want to call off the wedding. I love you. Once I get home I’ll explain everything to you. Okay?” He sounded sincere. Like he was sorry. “I’ll be at the airport. It’s raining here and you should walk in the rain.” “Thank you Darlin’. I have a surprise for you. You’re gonna love it. I’ll see you soon. I love you.” “I love you too.” It’s such a knee jerk reaction I don’t have time to stop myself from saying it. But then again I do still love him. I start getting ready to head to the airport. After a shower, where I think about everything AJ said, I get dressed and do hair and makeup. Then I get to the airport and want by the baggage claim for AJ. Twenty minutes and a lot of games of phone solitaire later I hear people walking towards the area where I’m standing. I put my phone in my purse and look up. He’s one of the last to get to the claim area. I walk over to him and don’t say anything. He smiled a somewhat sad smile at me and waits for his suitcase to arrive. Once it does he grabs it and we wordlessly walk to the parking lot. “Do you want me to drive?” This is the first thing he says to me. “No. I couldn’t find the keys to the truck so I had to bring my car and you don’t like driving my car.” I say as we reach my car. He puts his bag in the backseat and we both get in. The drive is silent. Which is so unusual for us. Normally he’s telling me about his trip and at some point his hand will makes its way to mine and doesn’t let go until we are home. We reach home and head inside. AJ sets his suitcase in our room and comes back out to the living where I’m sitting on the couch waiting on his explanation. He sits in the chair across from me and sighs dragging his hand down his face. Something he does when he’s nervous or doesn’t want to talk about something. “I promise nothing happened with those girls. I didn’t sleep with any of them. I didn’t kiss them. Nothing happened. I only brought one back to my room and as soon I opened the door I thought of you and sent her away. I don’t know what got into me Darlin’. I guess I’m just worried about the wedding. I’m getting nervous. I don’t want what happened last time to happen again.” This would be AJ’s second marriage. The first ended in divorce. “But it won’t. I love you and would never cheat on you like she did. You are the only guy in the world for me. I care about you more then I care about myself.” I try my best to hold back the tears in my eyes but they slip anyway. AJ leans closer to me and wipes them away before sitting back straight. “I know that. And I was being stupid. And I am so sorry Darlin’. I promise it won’t happen again. These last two weeks I’ve been an idiot and I can’t believe I hurt my favorite girl for such a stupid reason. Can you forgive me?” “Hey can I be so sure it won’t happen again? There’s just a few months until the wedding and even after that things could happen.” “Come on the road with me. You’ve always said you want to travel and see new places. We would have to be more public with our relationship but you know I love you and you love me why not let people how much we love each other.” He moves from the chair to the couch and takes my hand in his. “Please forgive me Darlin’. I’ll do anything to prove how sorry I am.” I look down at our hands together. My tiny fingers laced with his bigger ones. Light reflecting off the stone in my ring. I look up to his face and I can see the sadness in his blue eyes. I take free hand and brush an out of place from his forehead and smile. “Okay. I’ll forgive you. And I’ll come on the road with you too.” His face breaks out into one of the biggest smiles I’ve ever seen and he kisses me for the first time in over a month. It’s simple, soft, and full of love. We pull apart and I lean into his chest and he wraps his arms around me. “Where’s my present? You said you bought me something?” He looks at me for a spilt second and laughs. “We just had a very touching heart-to-heart talk and now all you can think about is your present?” “Well if it’s from you then it’s bound to be an awesome present.” “It’s in my suitcase. I’ll go get it.” I lean up so he can get off the couch. He disappears to our bedroom and soon returns with a plain blue gift bag. He sits back down and pulls me on to his lap. “Here you go Darlin’.” He hands me the bag and I immediately reach my hand in. What I pull out is a t-shirt. One of his WWE merch t-shirts. A shirt that I probably have at least 3 more of in my dresser. I look at AJ for a moment confused and he takes the shirt and turns it around. On the back it says ‘AJ’s wife & Number 1 Fangirl’. I smile and giggle a little before setting the shirt aside. “I love it. I’ll wear it to every show. Make sure everyone knows who my man is.” “Damn right you’ll show them. If you start hanging around backstage I don’t want those idiots to think you’re free game. You’re mine.” “Yes I’m yours. Very happily yours.” I smile and kiss him again before he starts telling me all about his month on the road.

anonymous asked:

any unrequited love au or maybe like that hanahaki au? thank you!

You can find unrequited love fics here!

Hanahaki au’s:

you can’t fix this (‘cause you’ll never know)

Pressed Blooms, Dried for You

one petal, two petal, pink petal, red petal

Malaise

Forget Me Not

once upon a time

Honestly, Truly ~ Yoonmin

just wanna be yours

don’t play coy, flower boy

dreams

i will not ( kiss you )

empty

Cherry Tree

It’s okay if your breath gets short (no one can blame you)

The Facts

-admin y

anonymous asked:

Instead of accepting it maybe people like you should actually try to do something instead of idolise hatred

“People like you” will never understand what its like to be “people like me”

To have to deal with being on the lowest level of degree 

You send me anon hate, telling me to change and do something 

While you sit back and judge, effectively fixing nothing 

I don’t idolize hatred, but I guess you see what you want to see

anonymous asked:

I've been patiently waiting for you to write and fix 4x17 for us!! Seriously think you should write for the show!!

Awe thanks anon that’s sweet of you! Honestly I don’t have any plans to write anything for this episode. I have read several great one shots though, I’ve reblogged a few if you’re interested. Thank you for the ask though… 😘

anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering if you had any florist/tattooist AU kyouhaba (or any other ship tvh) fix recommendations? Also I love your art and I hope you have an awesome day

hi anon! i don’t have any fics to recommend at the moment unfortunately BUT i have this little thing that’s been in my drafts for a while /)u(\ i have no idea what to do with it so just …. *shoves it at you* take this dying and not so smooth tattoed yahaba

Thank you anon! AND HECK YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST The rfa boys as dads makes me !! scree !! in love !!

I didn’t reread this to check for mistakes because it’s really late but i will recheck it tomorrow and fix anything that needs fixing!

Keep reading

240. Sirius is not allowed to provide the commentary for the Quidditch matches. Ever.

A/N: Dedicated to Anon. You know who you are.

“Welcome to the 187th Annual Quidditch Match!”

“Oh, I regret this already,” Minerva McGonagall muttered under her breath before speaking louder, “Mr. Black, we do not number our matches that way.”

“Well, we should,” Sirius Black responded quickly, “It would be much easier to keep track of them.”

“I think the system we’re using now works just fine,” she replied dryly.

With a nod and a wink, Sirius said, “Ah, I see. Using the ol’ ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’ mindset. I get it. Change is hard.”

Professor McGonagall looked up at the sky, as though she were sending a quick word to any deity that may be listening above and said, “Mr. Black, when I told you you could fill in for Mr. Harper to do the Quidditch Commentary, you promised me you would behave yourself.”

“Did I?” Sirius asked innocently.

With a glare from his professor, Sirius rolled his eyes, “Yes, Professor. I promise.”

Despite the fact that she felt that should would soon come to regret this, she nodded her head once, indicating that Sirius could start the commentary for the match.

Eager, Sirius immediately called out, “Good morning Hogwarts!”

“It’s 2 in the afternoon,” Professor McGonagall interrupted.

Ignoring her, Sirius continued, “Welcome to our first game of the season.”

“This is our fourth game,” McGonagall corrected.

“On one side, we have the voluptuous, talented, and very courageous GRYFFINDORS!”

Cheers erupted from the audience as the Gryffindor Quidditch team flew out on their brooms onto the stadium.

“On the other side, we have the brilliant, stone-cold, and creative RAVENCLAWS!”

Cheers that matched the same volume from before went out for this other team.

“Let the battle BEGIN!”

“It’s – it’s not a battle,” McGonagall sighed, wondering if she should have brought a flask just to get through this game with Sirius at her side.

“And the balls have been let out,” Sirius said, watching as the two bludgers escaped from the box they were being tied down in and the snitch flirted with the team’s seekers before flying out of sight, “Oh boy, watch out for those two black balls. They look like they mean business.”

The coach stepped out on the field and lifted the quaffle out of its place, quietly lecturing the players about a nice, fair game before blowing her whistle and throwing the ball into the air.

“And the quootle has been set free!”

“It’s the quaffle,” McGonagall corrected him.

“And we’ve got Kelly from Ravenclaw who got a hold of the quootle and is racing away on her broom.”

“Mr. Black, it’s called the quaffle,” McGonagall corrected a second time.

“Kelly’s passing the quootle to Rick. Then back to her. Then back to him. Then back to – whoa. Anyone else feeling a little dizzy here? Surely there’s got to be a better way than just – WHOA! Rick threw the ball and got in into the little circle thing. Too bad, so sad for those Gryffindors. Cause it looks like Ravenclaw has just gotten themselves 15 points.”

“No,” McGonagall said with a deep breath, “It’s 10 points. Only 10.”

“Yeah, but I thought that their cool maneuvering deserved a couple of extra points.”

“That’s not how the game works,” she answered sharply, “you told me you understood the rules of the game, Mr. Black, are you telling me that you have no idea what you’re doing?”

Sirius scoffed, “Of course I know what I’m doing. I live in a dorm with James. Do you honestly believe that James wouldn’t lecture all of us about the rules of Quidditch? Speaking of which,” Sirius jumped up and waved his hand frantically at the players, “HI JAMES! HEY! LOOK AT ME!”

James waved his arm in a ‘go away’ motion before he dived down on his broom, knocking the quaffle out of a Ravenclaw’s hand and racing to put it in his owl goal.

Sirius tutted, clearly not pleased that his friend was ignoring him, “So rude. You’d think he’d take one small moment to say hello. But no. Instead he puts all of his attention on that dang quootle. Shows you what he thinks is most important.”

“Ten points to Gryffindor,” McGonagall spoke into the microphone as James threw the quaffle into the pitch and earned their team their first 10 points.

“Oh no, after that rude treatment he just gave me? I say we take away 20 points from Gryffindor. Start them in the negative,” Sirius insisted.

Rolling her eyes, McGonagall answered, “You can’t just take away points from the teams.”

“Sure I can.”

“No, I assure you that you can’t.”

“Well, fine,” Sirius answered with a huff, “Then I’ll just give Ravenclaw an additional 20 points.”

“You can’t do that either,” she said, pausing as the Ravenclaws scored a second time (they really needed a new keeper), “We can give 10 points to Ravenclaw because they just scored, but that’s it.”

“Ugh, fine,” Sirius answered despondently, waving his hand as though that was going to add points.

McGonagall grabbed the scoring sheet, deciding it would be best if she just did it herself.

“And Roger picks up the quootle and passes it to the gorgeous Kelly,” Sirius continued, pausing for a moment to add, “mm – I wouldn’t mind going out with her, have you seen her? She is gorgeous. Stone-cold yes, but gorgeous.”

“Mr. Black – “ McGonagall started.

Sirius interrupted her, “I’m just adding a little intrigue to the commentary professor. No harm done. Kelly passes the quootle to Rick, who throws it back to Roger, then – INTERCEPTED BY AMELIA! Damn woman. You are looking fine out there.”

“Mr. Black, stop objectifying the female players.”

“Would it make you feel better if I objectified the male players as well?” he asked sweetly, “Amelia passes to Gerry, who is looking scrumptious in that Quidditch uniform. Can I hear a hell yeah from the audience if you agree?”

Sirius looked mighty pleased with himself when a sizeable chunk of fans yelled back, “Hell yeah.”

“Gerry passes it back to Amelia who goes in for the steal and YES! She makes it in past the Guarder of the posts! Should’ve thought twice before going against Gryffindor, Marian!”

Marian, the Ravenclaw Keeper, answered back with a crude gesture.

“Alright, now where is that quootle,” Sirius spoke thoughtlessly as he searched the field for the red ball, “Ah, there it is, and – WHOA! That black ball almost knocked Adrian off his broom! Isn’t someone gonna do something about that?”

“It’s the bludger, Black,” McGonagall replied exasperatedly, “It’s supposed to do that. And another 10 points for Gryffindor.”

“The blooder?” Sirius asked.

“Bludger,” she corrected.

“Blugger?”

“BLUD-GER. 10 points to Ravenclaw.”

Snapping his fingers together in an ‘ah-ha’ movement, he said, “Ah, yes, I know the ball you’re talking about. The blooger. Very nasty ball. Probably invented by a couple of Slytherins hell bent on making children suffer.”

“Mr. Black – “

“I’m just saying,” Sirius answered back, with his hands raised in a defensive position, “If they weren’t so aggressive, Adrian wouldn’t have to be running away from one.”

“He’s not running away,” McGonagall said, tugging on the microphone, “He’s seen the snitch!”

Sirius tugged the microphone back, “The snatch? Hey! Hey everyone! Stop what you’re doing! Adrian’s gonna get the snatch!”

“The snitch!” McGonagall yelled into the microphone, throwing her hands up into the air when we couldn’t grab it out of Sirius’ grasp.

“He’s gonna get it! Any second now. He’s weaving and bobbing and doing much better than Steven with his ugly face.”

“Mr. Black, don’t insult the other players,” McGonagall said on reflex, sitting at the edge of her seat as she watched the two players race for the snitch.

“It’s true,” Sirius answered unapologetically, “His face looks like it caved in on itself. HEY! Do you think that he got hit in the face with a blooger as a child? Repeatedly?”

“10 points to Ravenclaw,” the professor shouted out.

“Anyway, I’m rooting for Adrian to get the ball. His face is slightly less off-putting. In fact I think he’s going to get the ball … now. No, wait… now. Riiiight now! Okay, okay, 1 – 2 – 3 – NOW!”

“Black! You will stop that right now!” McGonagall ordered him, before adding on, “10 points to Gryffindor.”

“He’s reaching – he’s reaching … and … yes! Adrian has got the snatch! 10,000 points to Gryffindor.”

“150!” McGonagall yelled, changing the score, “Gryffindor wins, 180 to 40!”

“Hot damn Gryffindor,” Sirius said, letting out a whoop, “Bet you Ravenclaws wish you would’ve stayed in your beds this morning, huh?”

“Alright, that’s enough, hand me the microphone,” McGonagall demanded, holding out her hand for Sirius to comply.

Sirius did with a smile and asked, “This was fun, Professor. We should do this every time.”

McGonagall answered with a swift and resounding, “No.”

RFA + V and Saeran with a touchy MC.

Thank you for the kind words anon!! Sorry requests have been slowing down recently, I’ve been super busy and it’s been awful weather where I live so my internets been screwed up. Hopefully I’ll have more time to write and that will be fixed soon!

Zen:

- you wanna play that game? he’s down

- he’ll match you with PDA 24/7

- no shame

- but if you grab his butt in public that’s when he gets super flustered and blushes like crazy

- butt = weak spot

- he loves it especially when you play with his hair or give him little hugs

- he’s like a puppy and adores all this attention from you

- he’ll even ask for touches when you’re not being feely enough for him.

Jumin:

- ehh

- at first he’s just like lmao what are you doing

- but he’s quick to learn and will eventually love every little touch you give, especially hugs from behind when he’s stressed or running your thumb across his knuckles when you’re holding hands

- major PDA gets him flustered and he doesn’t really like it there, only at home

- he has an image he has to keep up >:|

- but he misses your touches especially when he’s away on business trips, lots of PDA in the airport when he’s too tired and jetlagged to mind.

Yoosung:

- he gets so flustered and giggly whenever you tickle or touch him he’s not used to it so his whole body is sensitive as heck

- practically drinks every little touch because he loves it so !! much !!

- he’ll get whiny and pout when you don’t touch him more, it makes him feel good don’t stop he’s begging you

- blushy during PDA but definitely not against it

- he’ll become more touchy around you without realizing it

- accidentally grabbed Sevens butt in public thinking it was you for some reason and couldn’t live it down for weeks.

- does yoosung kim gay?

Seven:

- this boy needs all the love and hugs he can get

- hug him 24/7

- he calls it sizing him up like a python lmao

- loves it so much

- you two have tickle wars constantly and he usually wins, but sometimes when he’s feeling generous he’ll let you torture him with tickles

- he’s pretty touchy feely too as long as you’re okay with it

- lots of shoulder kisses and he’ll make it a point to nibble on your ear in front of Jumin to give him flashbacks from when Seven would sneak in and bite Ellys ears

- Jumin WILL square up asap

V:

- he’s embarrassed but he loves it, just doesn’t think he deserves all the love and attention you give him :’)

- the biggest sweetheart, he’ll get so blushy when you kiss his forehead or hang onto his arm.

- he’ll always smile and do something equally as adorable back to you.

- especially when cooking together, lots of exchanged kisses and light touches back and forth in the kitchen.

Saeran:

- he’s not used to it at all so he doesn’t like it at first

- he’ll tell you to stop but when you do he’s like,, why’d you stop :(

- he likes your back scratches especially, it feels good

- feels like a baby when you’re touching him so much but secretly loves it, don’t stop no matter how stubborn he is about it because hooboy he honestly couldn’t make it an hour without your attention.

Lost in the Woods

Requested by anon: “Can you do a negan imagine where you were alone in the woods and didn’t have a group and he finds you and like the reader is kinda shyish. I don’t really care if it goes smutty or fluffy or anything. Either is fine :3 thank yoou~”

Word Count: 1,550

Warning(s): smut, unprotected sex (cmon guys), cursing, Negan’s dirty mouth

(okay, i got my computer fixed! Also, this is my first smut, please bear with me.)

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You’ve been wandering around the woods for what felt like weeks now. The group that you were once with had accidentally left you behind when a herd of walkers started to attack. You thought that maybe searching for them was the right idea, but boy were you wrong. There was not one person in sight and you were running low on both food and water.

This is just my luck, you thought to yourself. You had always had the worse luck and it seemed to just be getting worse as the days rolled on. All you wanted to do was sleep in the nice RV that your group had and dream of what the world could be instead of what it was.  

You were about to give up and just slump against a tree when you noticed a back of what looked like a man. Your feet thought faster than your mind and before you knew it, you were directly behind him. You suddenly come intimidated as you noticed a bar covered in barbed wire bar, covered in blood perched up on his shoulder. Before you decided to dash or get his attention, he turned to you.

“Well, what the fuck do we have here, doll?” This mans voice sounded like butter. It made you want to melt.

“Are you gonna answer me or are you some damn mute?” He was getting was getting a little impatient with you, but when he noticed you staring, he couldn’t help but smirk at you.

You gathered up the courage and started to form words. “(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).”

This mystery man looked your up and down, licking his lips as he took in your features. You didn’t even know this man, but seeing him lick his lips absolutely made your knees tremble.

“The name is Negan and what the fuckin’ fucking could I do for you, (Y/N)?” He asked, stepping close to you.

You began to explain how your group had left you behind. You also explained that you needed a place to stay. The woods wasn’t helping you at all.

Negan seemed to take the into consideration, but not before trying to bargain with you. “Now, doll. If I take you back to my sanctuary, what the hell could you do for me?”

You thought about all the things you could do for him, good and bad. You hadn’t seen a man so handsome in a long time and all your hormones were going haywire. It wasn’t like you to be so forward, but this Negan brought it out of you.

Just looking and this man, made you feel like you could actually combust from all the feelings flowing throughout your body. There was just something about him, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Your body wanted him, but your mind kept telling you what a bad idea it was to play along with him, but you didn’t give a shit at the moment. If he wanted to play a game, you would gladly join him.

“What would you like me to do, sir?” As soon as the word sir had left your mouth, you could see his eyes darken. It was like something him had a switch and you had just flipped it with a simple word.

Negan pulled your body against his. Against your thigh, you could feel his start to harden. Feeling him so hard was making him want you right then and there, but seeing as he had some men with him, you couldn’t.

“What do you fuckin’ say we could back to my sanctuary and we can repay me?” Negan asked as he pulled you to the truck, the other men following.

You couldn’t seem to find words, being shy all over again so all you could do was nod.

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The ride to wherever this sanctuary was short, but it felt like forever as you kept staring at Negan. He kept adjusting himself in his pants and it was making your mouth water. All you wanted him to do was to have you. It was like in that moment that you felt that you needed him more than food and water.

The truck came to a stop and just like everybody else, you got out. It seemed safe in this place, but as Negan stepped out, everyone kneeled. When you saw this happen, you know that Negan was the man in charge here which made you way wetter than you already were.

Negan swung the bat, which you learned was named Lucille, over his leather classes shoulder. He motioned you to follow him inside, and that you did.

The walk held a comfortable silent between the two of you, but it also held so much tension. You could feel how tight the sexual tension was between the two of you, it made your chest tight and all you senses heighten.

Both you and Negan came to a stop as he began to open, what you assumed, was his rooms door. When he opened it he looked at you. “Ladies first, doll.”

You made your way through the door and looked around. His room was something you hadn’t seen for a long time. Everything was so organized and luxurious. It was like the apocalypse never even happened in this room.

Before you could think anymore, you felt him press his body against you, feeling his warmth.

“You seem nervous. Do I making you fucking nervous.” He asked softly, taking right against your ear.

You shook your head no, trying to be as bold as you possible could.

Negan’s hands wound up wrapping around your waist, just as you felt sloppy kisses against your neck. Feeling his rough beard along with soft lips made your quietly moan. This man definitely knew what he was doing.

“Oh cmon now. There’s no need to be that damn quiet. Let everyone know who’s making you feel good.” Negan continued to kiss your neck, along with slipping his hand into the front of your pants, causing you to get goosebumps all over your body.

Negan groaned in your ear as he felt how wet you were. “Do you feel how fucking wet you are? You’re practically dripping for me doll.”

Hearing Negan talk so dirty turned you on even more. It was like he was switching ever nerve in your body on and you had no control over it.

With permission, he led you own on his bed and began to strip you, kissing over the body parts that he left naked. Once he saw your naked body beneath him, he hardened more. You wanted, no needed him, but he wasn’t going to let you have him that easy.

You felt his lips begin to kiss up your long legs and your body let out little whimpers the closer he got to your pussy.

“I bet your taste fucking delicious,” was the last thing your heard before Negan’s had disappeared between your legs.

His tongue was like a magic stick. Slowly rolling around against your clit and over your pussy lips. You couldn’t help but let out a long moan as he licked a long stripe down your folds. Negan new exactly what you liked and he was doing a great job.

Just as your were about to come undone, he stopped. When you felt him move his face away, you let out an annoyed little huff of hair, needed more.

Negan began to strip in front of you, giving you a little show.

“Don’t you fucking worry, your about to get what you want, doll.” He started to stroke his cock which was definitely the hottest thing you had ever seen in your life. Watching a man play with himself was undeniably so sexy.

Negan sat in between your legs, rubbing his cock against your wetness, trying to get it lubed up. Once he felt like it was good enough, he slowly slid in, letting you feel every inch, every vein of his cock.

You could hear him growl as your pussy clenched around him, making him thrusts his hips faster.

Between the bed frame knocking against the wall, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the moans coming from both you and Negan, someone had to know what was going on.

Suddenly, you could feel the familiar ball tightening in your stomach. You were about to come undone and you could tell he was by how sloppy his thrusts were getting.

All it took was one more deep, hard thrust from Negan and boom. The both of you had come undone and you couldn’t help to let a loud moan of his name slip pass your lips as he let out a long string of profanities.

After catching his breath, he pulled out, but you stood still. It was like your body was on fire and it feel oh so good.

Finally, you settled down and looked over at Negan. He was already dressed, but still looked good.

“So what doing you think, huh? You think you’re gonna fucking like it here?” He asked your with a smirk.

You didn’t have time to think of a good enough answer before the words left your lips, “oh, I’m definitely going to fucking like it here.”

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A lot of aspec people are reluctant to talk about their feelings towards aphobes, and their experiences with aphobia, usually for fear of being hunted down by aphobes online. 

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Everything was white: the walls, the sheets, the chairs, the doctors. Coming in-and-out of the door as Shawn sat in the chair by her bedside. His hand clutching hers desperately, trying to hold onto anything he could.

They had been in the hospital for at least two hours. He wished that he could go back in time and fix what had gotten them here. She kept kissing his knuckles and trying to crack jokes, but he didn’t have it in him to laugh.

She kept telling him that everything was okay, that this kind of stuff happened sometimes, that everything would be okay. But, as time went on and the hands on the clock danced around she became less convincing and eventually stopped talking at all.

The doctor assigned to their room made his way into the room, he sat down, and Shawn knew before the words came out.

“I’m so sorry,” He said, his eyes moving back and forth between them, “You’ve had a miscarriage. This isn’t your fault and there is nothing you could have done. I know this is hard, but please try not to blame yourself.”

Her hand went limp in his. He still held onto hers tightly, feeling the tears fall. The doctor said something about giving them time to process and that he would be back in a little while. Shawn cleared his throat and thanked him before turning his head to his beautiful wife.

Silent tears fell down her flushed cheeks. She didn’t look at him for a little while, not until he called out her name. She tried to say something, but a strangled noise came out instead. Shawn jumped up from his chair and fell onto her hospital bed, their bodies coming together both wracking with sobs.

The doctor came back in after a little while and they pulled themselves together as best they could. He told them things that they would forget and gave them his card so they could call when they did.

They walked through the hospital corridors like ghosts, floating aimlessly. Their hands linked loosely as they pushed through the double doors.

They found the car quickly and Shawn unlocked the doors with shaking hands. The car ride home was long and painfully silent. Neither having anything to say to the other.

He called his dad first. She was in the shower and he pulled himself onto their balcony. His hands shaking as he found the contact in his phone. He didn’t want to say it. Saying it only made it more real. But, he pressed his dad’s name and he heard the ringing.

His stomach churned as the ringing when on. He didn’t know if he wanted his dad to pick up the phone or to hear his voicemail. He didn’t know anything anymore. After six rings he heard, “Hey son!”

He could picture the smile on his dad’s face and hear it in his voice. His voice cracked as the words fell out of his mouth, “The baby- it’s gone.” He didn’t think he had any more tears to shed but they continued to fall.

His father’s shock was understandable. He could hear his dad’s voice shaking and was reminded, rather painfully, that while he lost a child, his parents lost a grandchild, his sister a niece or nephew. He could hear his mum and Aaliyah pestering worriedly in the background.

“Can you tell them?” Shawn asked, “I can’t say it again.” He knew that if said that sentence again he would throw up. He could hear the muffled words over the phone and then shuffling. He tried to get the images of his crying family out of his head as he heard chaos on the line.

After a few moments he was greeted by his mum’s soft voice, “Hi honey,” her voice was calm but he could hear her trying to control the shaking, “Do you want us to come?” He loved his mum for that. Always practical and thoughtful and kind. He told them he would let them know later and call them back. His fingers rubbing furiously at his temple.

He said goodbye and that he would call them later. He pulled the door of the balcony opened and walked back into their living room. He couldn’t hear the shower anymore and moved quickly through their apartment. Listening in at every door he passed, he stopped in front of their bedroom.

He knocked softly before pushing the door open. She was sitting in the big chair in the corner of their room that she had hassled him about getting for weeks. She looks so small in it. Her hair wet from the shower, water dripping on the sweatshirt of his that had long been hers. Her legs shaking in a pair of his sweatpants.

He moved towards her and listened to the end of her conversation with her parents. She sounded cold and distant as he climbed up next to her rubbing his nose against the side of her face, closing his eyes and breathing in her apple shampoo. She hung up the phone and turned her head toward him. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his.

“How can you be like this?” He said angrily, “We just lost our baby and you just want to ignore it.”

It had been a few days and she hadn’t cried since the hospital. His parents had gotten to their apartment the day after it happened and they sat on the couch, watching their son and his wife clash.

“Shawn, ple-“ His dad tried to interject softly.

“No, Dad, she doesn’t even care ab-,” Shawn yelled, red creeping up his neck, his cheeks heating.

She looked like she was slapped in the face by this last comment. His mum who was normally the more levelheaded of his two parents cut across him quickly, “Enough. Shawn look at yourself, listen to what you’re saying. You both care, but people have different ways of expressing grief. You’ve both been through something traumatic and you need to listen to each other. You love each other, don’t forget that.”

Her voice shook at the end of her sentence and Shawn was pulled out of his daze. He replayed what he had said and felt his heart collapsing. He loved her. He did. But, he was so angry and she was so detached. He looked at her and he saw tears in her eyes.

He reached his hand out to her knee and she stood up quickly. The back of her hand brushing away the single tear that escaped the wall that she built around herself. “I’m gonna go lie down,” She said in a rushed and strangled voice. Shawn nodded and watched her turn the corner towards their room.

His mum got up to follow her down the hall. He looked toward his dad, but couldn’t meet his eye. His eyes fell to his knees, his hands shaking in his lap. He felt the couch shift as his dad sat next to him, pulling his son into a tight embrace. Shawn sobbed into his dad’s shoulder.

She didn’t come out of their room for the rest of the night. His mum returned after a little while and joined her son and husband on the couch. They sat on either side of Shawn and wrapped their arms around him.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” Shawn said his words repeating themselves in his mind, each time becoming harsher.

“We know honey,” His mum said rubbing her hand on his shoulder, “She does too. She knows.”

His mum made dinner and Shawn pushed the food around on his plate before saying goodnight. He caught his parent’s eyes meet sadly before he left the room. He moved slowly towards the shut door of their bedroom.

He pushed the door open and saw a shape of her in bed, her body still under the covers. He pulled his jeans off before climbing into bed beside her. He moved slowly and gently, so as not to wake her, and pulled the covers over his head.

He moved his hand toward her but stopped short. He pulled his hand back and fell deeper into their mattress. He laid awake for a while before his eyes fluttered shut.

He was awoken by a loud crash and he jolted up. He looked to her and reached out to her spot in their bed to find it cold. He jumped up quickly and maneuvered blindly through the dark. He passed the living room and then he saw her.

A shattered mug on the ground in front of her, her hands desperately rubbing a towel into the tile of their kitchen floor. He moved quickly through the arch into their kitchen and crouched down in front of her.

“Stay back,” She said her voice choking on tears, “There’s g-glass ev-verywhere and I don’t w-want you to g-get cut.”

He put his hands over her shaking hands soaked with tea. He pulled the towel from her hand and used it to scoop up the glass. He grabbed another towel from the oven as he fell to his knees soaking up the hot liquid.

“I’m sorry,” She whispered to him, so softly that he was surprised he heard it at all.

“It’s okay baby,” he said calmly, “it was an accident. You know me, I’m the clumsiest person in the house. Remember when I dropped-“

“Not about the tea,” She said her eyes, truly, meeting his for the first time in days. He saw her for the first time clearly.

“I’ve been trying to be strong for you and- and-,” Her voice breaking, “Because t-this is all my f-fault. I’m s-sorry I lost t-the b-baby, I’ll never forgive m-myself. You s-should leave me, I des-serve it.” Her voice rambling quickly. Her words tripping over themselves, slipping in the tears that they moved through.

“Shhh, shhh,” He whispered. He pulled her into his arms, he leaned his back against the counter as he held her there, “This isn’t your fault. Don’t say that. I love you and I’m not mad and I would never leave you.”

“B-b-ut-“

“No, I was wrong to say all of that shit earlier and none of it’s true,” He whispered into her ear, “I love you and I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t be honest with me. We can cry and still be strong. We’ll be strong for each other.”

She nodded her head against his neck, her sobs subsiding. “We’re gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay,” He reminded her. They sat on the kitchen floor for awhile, neither one saying anything. Just breathing and listening to one another’s heartbeats. They would be okay.

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“I’m not getting you another Bankers Box,” Cat tells her, not looking away from the night skyline.

Kara tugs at her dress in the balcony doorway, rolling her lips together to stop a smile as she watches Cat’s shoulders shift. “No need, Ms. Grant,” she says as she steps over the threshold.

It feels like she’s said goodbye already at the same time that it doesn’t. Kara wonders if it’s greedy to want two goodbyes, two moments with Cat when most people (read: people without a secret identity) would only get one. But when Cat braces her forearms on the ledge and turns to look at her, Kara can’t seem to care about shoulds. 

She’s not ready for Cat to leave.

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For anon…reader is a BA pilot as requested, enjoy! (Slight cursing)

Y/N’s ears perked as she heard her name being called. She turned to see a fellow pilot, Neog, trying to wave her down. She slowed down, sending a smile toward the younger pilot. He eagerly returned it.

“What can I help you with?” she asked.
“I was hoping, since you’re like one of the best pilots, you could help fix my X-Wing.”
“You know, Shara is about a hundred times better at this right?”
He shrugged. “I couldn’t find her…Will ya help?”
She nodded. “Sure thing. Lead the way.”

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