just watching the gif i can hear it

gif cred : @spiderholland

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“Oh, what fresh hell is that,” [Y/N] murmured under her breath as Peter drew out the schematics for her project. Raising a brow and tilting her head, she swore that Peter had just invented a new language. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Picking herself up from Peter’s bedroom floor, she walked out the room.

“So, did you ask her yet?”

Peter yelped, jumping in his bones and then quickly turning towards his bedroom window to find Ned climbing through it. “Ned!? What the heck are you doing?!”

Nonchalantly, Ned struggled to get himself into his friend’s room. Cocking a brow, he motioned towards himself, “A little help would be nice.”

Unsure of what to do, Peter scrambled up from his spot on the floor and rushed to his friends aid. Yanking on him, he spoke low. “Seriously, dude, what are you doing here?!”

Ned snickered, “To make sure you don’t chicken out.”

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Peter groaned. “Why did you climb up the fire escape? Why not, I don’t know, ring the doorbell?”

Again, Ned snickered. “Would you have let me in? Besides, I know you don’t lock your window for quick Spidey emergencies.”

“Sh, sh, sh!” Peter growled. Now, he started to panic. “You need to leave,” pointing towards the cracked bedroom door, “[Y/N] will be back here any minute. What am I suppose to tell her when she finds you here? You can’t lie, you’ve almost told her I’m Spiderman on more than one occasions and I can’t lie to her because she knows I’m hiding something. And I definitely don’t want to ask her out with you standing here.”

Shrugging, Ned pondered. “Dunno.”

Smacking his forehead, “Oh god.”

“Hey, Peter? Can we switch it up and work on history? My brain hurts from all this engineer-” stopping mid sentence, she raised a brow at the sight of Peter and Ned awkwardly standing facing each other. “Ned? When did you get here?”

“Uh, just now!”

“Funny, I didn’t hear anyone knocking.” [Y/N] crossed her arms, her brow still raised. “What’s going on?”

Peter stumbled over his words, desperate to say something that wasn’t stupid. Ned on the other hand watched his friend walk himself in circles with sounds and noises that didn’t even sound human. Rolling his eyes, Ned patted Peter’s back hard.

“What Peter’s tryin’ to say is that he likes you, a lot.  A lot, a lot. Way more then Liz and trust me when I say that because the kid was obsessed with Liz. I mean who isn’t though, you know? She’s hot and really smart,” Ned winced, “not, not that you aren’t hot or smart [Y/N]. I just mean like, Peter was just really-”

“-enough, dude.” Peter muttered, slightly humiliated.

[Y/N] crossed her arms, amused by Peter’s bright red cheeks. Trying to ignore the fact that her own face was flushing, she chuckled. “I see, and what was your purpose to crash our study session?”

Ned smiled brightly, “To make sure he didn’t mess it up!”

Nodding, “And you think he would have been worse at admitting his feelings than what you just said?”

“Uh,” Ned thought, frowning as he went over what he had said. Looking over at Peter who looked a cross between annoyed and embarrassed. “Sorry, bro….”  

Peter hid his face with his hands, “It’s alright, buddy.”

[Y/N] sucked in air and let it all back out as she thought of what to say next. This wasn’t how she pictured her night with Peter going at all. They had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other and helplessly trying to get her to understand basic mechanical engineering fundamentals. “Ned, can you give us a moment?”

Ned bowing his head, sulked out of the room.

Smiling, [Y/N] lightly nudged Peter towards his bed. Sitting down next to each other, she chuckled at the obvious mortified expression. “So,”

“So.” He repeated under his breath.

Feeling her cheeks get red, she looked down at her hands and whispered. “If it helps any, I kind of, sort of, like you too.”

Snapping his head up, “What? You do?”

Nodding, “Yeah.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she smiled. “I didn’t plan on it but you kind of crept up on me.”

Peter stared at [Y/N] with wide eyes and an open grin. He didn’t know what to say, all he wanted to do was do a happy dance and fist pump the air a few times but he knew that if he did that, it would be even more embarrassing than what Ned had just done.

Clearing his throat, Peter looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”

Running her hands down her legs and then standing up, she motioned towards the books that laid sprawled on the floor. “Well, we should get back to studying-”

“-Lame!” Ned uttered as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.

[Y/N] gently rolled her eyes as she sat down on the floor. “Wanna let me finish, Ned?”

Annoyingly motioning her hands for her to do so, he huffed. Muttering some words under his breath about them being idiots for studying.

Turning to Peter, she smiled. “As I was saying, we should continue to study and once we both pass, then we can decide what we’re going to do for our first date.”

Peter smiled back, “Uh, yeah, definitely.”

What?!” Ned exclaimed. Running a hand through his hair, he rose a brow. “What is wrong with you guys. You two basically professed your love and you’re going to focus on school?” Shaking his head, he groaned. “No, you two should be practicing kissing not practicing who took over Poland.”

Peter and [Y/N] exchanged looks before saying at the same time, “Get out, Ned.” Both of them laughed as he huffed and puffed out of Peter’s room.

As their laughter quieted down and they started to get back into the groove of where they were before Ned interrupted them, Peter piped up. “I’m not opposed to the kissing thing…”

Looking up from her history textbook, she quirked a brow. “How about this, if you ace your history test, I’ll consider it.”

Peter chuckled, “Oh, I’ll ace it, alright.”


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Transatlanticism - (I thought it was about time this was remade 7/_?)

#every time i see this on my dash i am more and more enamored by it #just the way arthur’s head does this little dip as he leans closer#and the way his eyes get justor:  a little heavier - like he’s closing them #and the way merlin is watching him with absolute wonder - lips parted eyes open wide and those FUCKING EYELASHES #and the way he has his hand on arthur’s arm just… holding him there #and they’re both leaning in just a little closer #and i can practically hear the fire crackling next to them and the crickets chirping in the background #and the creak of the trees in the wind and the leaves rustling on the ground #and basically the entire universe whispering ”kiss him” #whoops tag feels (merlsy

Alarm -Tom Holland


A/N: This one is trash. This gif and the song Alarm by Ann-Marie are responsible for this imagine, please don’t hate me. Enjoy? Part 2


I set my alarm on 3am in the morning. No I’m not a psychopath and I really love to sleep but Tom just happened to be on a whole different time zone than me. It’s been a little bit over four months since he entered a plain to fly off to film his new movie. It’s been hard. It’s been lonly. Really lonly. This distance thing was just not compatible with my emotional state and I was having a hard time. So was he. That’s the reason why I woke up at three am in the morning everyday to see his stupid face.

My alarm went off and I shut my eyes open being a little baffled for a moment. As I remembered what my alarm was for I reached for my phone and unlocked it.
Seconds later I could see Tom facetiming me and I accepted his call with a sleepy smile.
“Hey.”,I said and rolled onto my back rubbing my eyes, trying to get rid of the slight burning sensation.
“You’re really tired aren’t you?”,he said and I put my hands away immediatly.
“No? Who said that? I could run a marathon.”,I joked and winked at him.
“Shut up. You wouldn’t run a marathon at anytime of the day.”,he chuckled and I smiled again.
“You know me.”,I said and we both fell silent staring at each other and I felt my heart sink.
“I really miss you Tom.”, I finally said and my voice sounded chocked up, not as confident as I would want it to be and he sighed.
“I miss you too.”, he said and ran his fingers through his hair looking really stressed which made me worry.

“Don’t worry about it. You just have a month left.”,I said quickly and put a smile on, which didn’t feel all that real. My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn’t put my finger on why.
“Tell me about your schedule. What’s next?”,I added and changed the subject to take his mind of the real issue.
“Oh…uh-..there is this event we’re working for which really stresses me out because it is a huge deal. There’ll be an after party to that. I don’t really know if I’ll go there, I have to do this other thing which still needs a lot of work and I’m not even sure…”

“Hey.”,I interrupted him and he looked up into the camera .
“It’s all going to be fine. Don’t stress yourself.”,I tried to calm him but he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah that’s easy for you to say.”,he said and even though I knew that he was salty because of all things he told me about, his attitude still bugged me.
“No need to be an ass about it.”,I said with furrowed brows and he ran his fingers through his hair again. Rougher this time.
“I know! I’m sorry. It’s just so overwhelming and you’re so far away and I just can’t…concentrate.”,he groaned and pressed his palms over his eyes.
“Did you tell Harrison about this, T?”,I asked now really worried but he shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter anyways. I just have to get it done.”,he said and seemed to be annoyed but I couldn’t quite tell why.
“That’s not true. It does matter. I don’t want you to get sick Tom. Please talk to him.”,I tried to convince him but he let his shoulders sink.
“I gotta go, Y/N. We’ll start shooting soon.”

“Tom…”

“I love you, darling.”,he said and blew me a kiss.

“Tom!”,I said now more persistent but he just cracked a half smile and waved into the camera.

“I love you too, dumbass. Go be awesome now.”,I said finally and and waved back before he hung up. It’s not really necessary to tell you that I didn’t sleep well that night. Might as well have ran a marathon. Would have been less tiring.

***

The nice thing about our relationship was that there were no hard feelings after a little argument like that. We just kept going on with our lives because we understood each other. I knew he was being a little butthurt because of the stress and it was understandable.
The next day I didn’t set my alarm because I waited it to be 3am like a psychopath. I was holding my phone in my hand excitedly and smiled to myself. As soon as it was 3:00am I dialled his number and waited with a big grin on my face for him to pick up.
“Hey pretty girl. What’s up?”,he picked up and I squealed while jumping up and down.
“Gues what?!”,I said inbetween my excitement and pressed my palm against my lips.

“What?”,he laughed and his eyes were glowing with curiosity which made me even happier.
“We got it! We got the apartment we were rooting for!”,I exclaimed and and threw my fists into the air.
“Did we really?!”,he said and got up from where he was standing.
“Yes. Yes. Yes! The agent called today. I didn’t want to wake you up from your sleep. You barely get any.”,I said and smiled from ear to ear.

“I wish I could’ve been there. I wish I could hold you right now.”,he sighed and let himself fall onto the couch in his trailer.
“I know. Me too. But keep your head up. We will be having our own apartment soon. Do you know what that means? I’ll be always there when you come home. Even if it is late in the night and you can come cuddle with me or not. I mean we can do lots of other things in bed, you know…Try to think of that.”,I teased him and he playfully glared at me.

“Can I tell you something?”,he asked suddenly. We fell silent and were just enjoying each others company when he broke the silence. I knew he would, I waited for him to break it because I knew something was troubling him. He had this restless expression on his face where he would furrow his brows slightly and chew on his bottom lip.
“Of course. Shoot.”,I said and looked at my feet which were leaned up against the wall. Was that a different shade of blue on my right foot? Damn it.
“I’m having troubles.”

My head shot to my phone and I saw him look down on his feet. But I didn’t say anything because I saw that he needed time to process what he was going to say.

“I’m really having a hard time over here.”, he said and fell silent for quiet some time and panick started to rise in my chest.

“What is it Tom? You can tell me.”,I assured him with a gentle voice and wished he was right next to me so I could lay my arm around him or just take his hand in mine.
He opened his mouth to go on when suddenly I heared a knock on his door.
“Wait a second…”,he said and put his phone on to the table so that I watched the ceiling for a couple of minutes.
“Darling, I need to go. There is a complication with the event next week.”,he said as he picked his phone up and I nodded.

“Yeah, thought so. Go. I’ll call you tomorrow. We really do need to talk Tom.”,I said carefully and he nodded but was lost in his thoughts.
“Love you.”,he said and after I told him also, he was gone.
That was our last nice moment I would ever remember about us. That was also the only moment he tried to tell me about his issues.

***

From that day on everything began to go downhill. While I wad at home, trying to organize the apartment thing, being excited, Tom was stressed.

“Tom?“I asked for the third time and he snapped.

“What? Y/N I really don’t have time for this and I don’t really care right now! I’m trying to organize last things about the event in three days and you are asking me about a contract? Hell I don’t know okay? I don’t care! ”,he almost yelled and I was shocked. He sighed and started massaging his temples with his free hand, obviously annoyed with me. The thing that I was bothering him with and that he didn’t really care about was our future. That hit me right in the guts. I was only asking him about when we’d be able to sign the contract. A simple question. I felt a knot build in my throat and my eyes started watering and I became angry with myself. I looked down not wanting him to see how much he got to me.

“Darling, I’m sorry. Everyone is pressuring me right now. I didn’t mean to take it out on…”

“I think we should hang up.”,I interrupted him and didn’t look up, trying to gather myself together before I would look into his eyes.

“Y/N please! I didn’t mean-…I wasn’t…”

“I need to go Tom. Go finish your work. I’ll finish mine.”,I interrupted him again and he fell silent.

“Bye.”,I only said and hung up on him without waiting for an answer.
He called four times after I hung up and sent me three messages but I ignored all of them. If I talk to him right now, this is going to become a huge argument. We’re both on the edge of our nerves and we don’t need to stress that.

We didn’t talk for three days in which his important event happened. I had time to cool off and called him the morning after the event but he didn’t pick up. He was probably asleep with a huge headache. I smiled to myself imagening him having a hangover and sleeping it out, on his belly, face burried into the pillow. I called him five hours later but he didn’t pick up. Now it was getting a little weird because he should be awake by now. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to wait and not push him. He was probably still busy. Post event things? Who knows. I made myself a nice cup of sugary tea and chose a movie to watch while I waited for him to call back.

But he didn’t.

I called him the following two days three times a day but he did not answer once. Finally, it was a thursday night, I called Harrison when my alarm went off at 3am in the morning.
“Hey!”,he picked up and I exhaled thankfully.
“Harrison! Thank god! Is Tom with you?”,I said immediatly and and walked up and down in my living room.
“Y/N! Hey- yeah,uh…i mean no. He is not. He is…out?”,he stuttered and I furrowed my brows.

“Harrison.”,I said with a warning tone.

“Alright I’m officially stepping out of this. You guys need to talk. That’s all I’m going to say. No Tom I won’t shut up. You shut up. Gosh! You’re the one with the problem and I am…”, he kept talking but the rest got cut off as he hung up. Oh shit. This was about the other night. I broke his heart. I should have been supporting him through his stressfull times but I blocked him. I pushed him away.

I took my phone and wrote him a message.

Dearest love,
I fucked up. I am so sorry for pushing you away when you needed me the most. I’m sorry for being a bitch (even though you were a dick to me before that but that is long forgiven)
Tom, I always want to be by your side even if you have to be away for several months for shooting and promo. I’ll be done with college in a year and than I’ll be able to travel with you. We’ll have the best time of our lives. I’ll be waiting for your return in two weeks. We’ll talk this out when you come back, just know that I still love you. From all my heart.

I sent it and waited for an answer with a big smile on my face. The smile faded with every passing minute. He didn’t reply and I was left a crying mess the whole night. I messed up big time.

***

I came back from college the next day feeling numb the whole time and threw myself on the couch. I didn’t eat much and my body felt sore. I was watching a TV show when someone knocked on the door. When I looked at the clock I wondered who it could be. It was past midnight.
When I opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Tom?!”,I squealed and threw myself around his neck, pulling his body close to mine, breathing in his scent.
“What are you doing here?! Come in!”,I said and pulled him inside closing the door behind us.
“I missed you so much.”, I sighed and pulled him towards me again and placed my lips against his. It took him some time to kiss me back but when he did I felt my heart lighten. Like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.
He pulled away after a few seconds and stepped back. I was going to say something but he held me off.

“We need to talk.”,he said and his chocked up voice made my body stiffen.
“What is it?”,I said and furrowed my brows worriedly.
He looked up from the floor and I thought my heart stopped when he looked into my eyes. His beautiful brown eyes were red and watery from crying, his lips were trembling and swollen because of the constant biting.

“Tom what happened?”, I said now panick rising in my voice and then it hit me.

“First I want you to know that I still love you with all my heart and I am so, so sorry for what happened. You’re the only one I love, you have to believe me…”

“What happened?”,I interrupted him and formed my hands into fists by my side trying to controll my rising anger. This couldn’t be happening.

“I cheated on you.”

My world stopped spinning. My heart stopped pounding. Everything was awefully silent. It was too loud.

“What did you say?”

“Please, you have to listen to me! I’m begging you. I didn’t mean to…I was anxious and stressed. Frustrated really. I know these aren’t excuses for what I did but…”

“Did you kiss her?”,I interrupted him without listening to him and he held his breath.

“Answer me! Did you?!”,I screamed and he nodded.

“I did.”

“Did-…Did you sleep with her?”

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

“I did.”

I fucked up. I am so sorry. My words echoed in my head. I am so fucking dumb.

Before I knew what I did I already had smacked him right across his face. My whole body was shivering and it felt like the room was spinning.
A sobb escaped my throat and I pressed my palm against my mouth to stop the rest. I just threw myself at him and kissed him like a fucking moron! My sight got blurry because of the tears in my eyes and finally they escaped. It was a silent cry. One where you know that it has no point. One you know, will destroy you.
I stumbled back slowly and shook my head trying to get rid of the images my mind made up of him being tangled in bed with another.

“Please you need to listen to me. It was a big mistake. You have to believe me. I don’t even know her. It just…happened. I was confused and on edge. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I need you to…”

“Shut up. Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”, I screamed and pulled at my own hair while shaking my head furiously. And then I went mad. I stormed towards him and started throwing punches and pushed him backwards out of the room while yelling at him.

“Get out! Get the fuck out! I don’t want to see you. Leave!”

I slammed the door shut and slid to the floor balling my eyes out for the love of my life. He did the same thing on the other side of the door.

The alarm in my bedroom went off. It was time to call him.

He fucked up big time.

The Promise of Next Time

Summary: The reader is Dustin’s sister, and the night takes a weird turn when Steve Harrington is invited to the annual movie night. Steve has to decide what’s more important; keeping his promise to Dustin, or telling the reader the truth. 

Word Count: 3153

Authors note: THIS IS SO ANGSTY! Please let me know what you guys think about this one!


You were sitting in your kitchen when you heard the doorbell ring. Loudly you called to your brother, “Dustin, the troops have arrived!”. Dustin was fooling around with something in his room.

You heard a weird noise and faint whispers. Shaking your head you called out, “Is that Mews making that noise because I-”. Dustin yelled back no, and asked you to get the door.

You rolled your eyes but agreed, “Fine I’ll get it”. You didn’t mind getting the door because you weren’t really doing anything.

Tonight you’d be babysitting the gang because it was movie night. You had to admit you enjoyed being with the kids, they were hilarious and extremely entertaining.

You were wearing your normal movie night gear; leggings, fuzzy socks, and an oversized shirt. The doorbell rang again and you yelled, “Calm down guys I’ll be there in a second!”.

Looking down the hall before answering the door you saw Dustin was still in his room. You brushed it off and finally opened the door. To your surprise it wasn’t any of the kids.

It was Steve Harrington. He’d caught you off guard, “Steve what are you doing here?”. He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of light jeans, making your heart swoon. To say you had a crush on him was an understatement.

You’d first started to get close with Steve from tutoring him. For the past month or so you’d spend two hours a week with him, helping him with his english class and college essay.

You’d started to see a side to Steve that not a lot of people knew, and you loved it. The problem was that you were way to insecure to think you were anything but friends with him.

The little voice in your head constantly reminded you that Steve was too good for you. It didn’t matter that he’d broken up with Nancy awhile ago, you still hid the way you felt about him.

Steve took off his sunglasses, “Dustin said it was movie night”. You smiled to yourself over the fact that Steve wore his sunglasses despite the fact that it was already nighttime.

You moved to the side and let Steve enter. Over his shoulder he said, “I like the socks by the way”. You were happy his back was to you or else he would’ve seen your blush.

Steve made his way into your living room, sitting down on the couch. You heard Dustin loudly say, “Shit” while still in his room. You raised an eyebrow and called for him again, “Dustin what the hell is happening?”.

He poked his head out of his room, “Nothing (y/n)! Oh hey Steve…oh shit Steve”. Dustin had completely forgot he’d invited Steve to movie night. Steve turned around from the couch, “What’s up little man”.

You heard more noises coming from his room, and you were getting extremely suspicious. Finally you walked into the living room, making your way to where the footrest was.

Opening it you took out your stashed walkie talkie. Steve raised an eyebrow, “You have one too?”. He found himself smiling while watching you fiddle around with it.

While finding the right channel you explained, “It’s for emergencies…and I think Dustin is hiding one from me”. Steve swallowed hard, he knew for a fact that Dustin was keeping everything from you.

Smiling he said, “Why don’t I try to talk to him, that way you don’t have to eavesdrop!”. You put down the walkie talkie, it was worth a shot. Nodding your head you said, “You’re right..I wouldn’t want to break his trust”.

Steve let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding in. Quickly he made his way to Dustin’s room, slamming open the door. As he took in the scene all he said was, “What the fu-”.

Dustin pulled him forward, getting him to shut up. All Steve saw was bloody towels in the corner of Dustin’s room, and a broken window.

Steve realized it was Mews, dead, in the corner of the room, “Dustin, explain”. Dustin started talking quickly, giving Steve the quick version of everything that had just happened.

Dustin had found this little lizard thing, named him Dart, and kept him hidden from everyone. Dart was from the upside down, and had killed Mews…and was now somewhere on the loose.

The first thing Steve asked was, “So how do you know it’s not a lizard?”. Dustin rolled his eyes and went on another big tangent. Steve laughed, “Okay..Okay! Look we need to tell (y/n)”.

Dustin shook his head, “Hell no is that happening! I want to keep (y/n) safe which means this stays a secret! Everything stays a secret, promise that Steve”. The last thing Dustin wanted to do was put your life in danger, so he hid everything from you.

Steve shook his head, “Look man, I really don’t think that’s a good idea..she can already tell you’re hiding something from her”. Dustin finally heard the rest of the boys responding to his code red.

He rushed to get his bag together, “Look I need you to distract her for me okay I-”. Steve crossed his arms over his chest, “Ain’t gonna happen you need too-”. The boys were already forming a plan while on the other line.

Dustin looked to Steve, “Please Steve….I care about her too much..and I know you do too”. Steve was taken back, and he ran a hand through his hair trying to deflect things.

Dustin smirked watching how Steve was nearly blushing. He was already halfway out the window, “Tell her plans changed and I went to Will’s house okay?”. Before Steve could even agree Dustin was gone.

He yelled out the window, “You owe me!”. Steve left Dustins room, but not before covering up the rest of the crime scene. He clapped his hands together before leaving the room, proud of the job he’d done.

Steve made his way back to the living room to find you standing up with your arms crossed over your chest. You were nervous, “What did he say? You guys were in there for awhile..”.

Steve smiled, “Uh movie night plans changed…Dustin left to go to Will’s house”. Immediately you grabbed your coat and made your way towards the door.

Steve pulled you back by grabbing your arm, “(y/n) slow down, trust me he’s fine”. You shook your head. Too determined you said, “No Steve, something is up!”. Steve felt bad lying to you, but he knew it need to be done.

“He’s going to meet Max…they’re having a date at her house!”. Your eyes widened and you found yourself smirking. Calmly you asked, “Why didn’t he tell me?”.

Steve continued to think on his feet, “That’s why I was in there so long..I was..uh giving him advice…he felt weird coming to you”. You thought over the last week, and realized it started to make sense.

You put your coat back down, “So what exactly did you tell him casanova?”. Steve felt extremely relieved that you’d bought what he’d said. Smirking he explained, “I promised not to say”.

Rolling your eyes you made your way towards the kitchen, and Steve followed. You finally got yourself a slice of pizza, “Well let’s just hope you’re a better flirt than you are a writer”.

Steve pretended to be offended, and you both started to laugh. He winked, “I can be extremely charming when I wanna be”. He couldn’t believe that you were flirting with him.

Normally you were to shy and you’d ignore all the little comments or hints he’d make. Steve found himself smiling while watching a smirk form upon your lips. You made your way towards the couch, “Oh yeah, I forgot you’re the King”.

Steve’s jaw dropped, and part of him was turned on hearing you tease him like this. He plopped down onto the couch, letting you set up the movie.

You didn’t know why, but suddenly the voice inside your head was gone. You just had the feeling that something about tonight was different, tonight was special. So for once you flirted back.

You’d put in the movie Dustin had picked, and smiled when you realized it was one of your favorites. Steve picked up on your laughter, “What movie is it?”.

Making your way back to the couch after pressing play you sat down next to him. Turning you said, “We only watch the classics here at the Henderson household”.

Steve nodded his head, but out of the corner of your eye you saw his smirk. Smirking too you softly said, “It’s The Goonies”. You’d moved slightly closer to him when you’d spoke.

He smiled, “How about next time I pick the movie?”. You felt goosebumps in your stomach with the promise of “next time”. Trying to harness your new confidence you joked, “If there is a next time”.

Steve pretended to be offended again, using it as an opportunity to move closer towards you. There was no longer any space separating you both, and Steve’s arm rested against the back of the couch.

You smiled to yourself at the fact that he wasn’t trying to push things with you. That reassured the way you felt about him, so you leaned into him.

For a moment Steve looked down at you, surprised that you’d cuddled up next to him. Smiling he put his arm around you, “Oh there’s definitely going to be a next time (y/n)”.

Steve felt your body vibrate against his while you laughed, and he couldn’t remember a time he’d felt this happy. You looked up to him, and his breath hitched from anticipation.

As you held his gaze you moved your head up, your face now inches from his.You rested a hand on his thigh, “You were right”.

Steve looked from your lips to your eyes, and then back at your lips all while you listened to the slow rise and fall of his chest. Breathlessly he asked, “About what?”.

Smirking you moved to kiss him, “You can be really fucking charming when you want too”. Steve laughed, and moved his hand to cup your face pulling you closer to him.

Just before you could actually kiss there was rapid knocking on the door. Steve groaned, “If that’s D-”. His eyes widened when he remembered that the boys could possibly be in danger, and that could be them.

You got up, “I’ll go check, I’m sure everything’s fine Steve”. He smiled, trying to look calm. Steve remained on the couch, not wanting to concern you.

You opened the door, and saw Billy Hargrove leaning against the frame. Billy grinned, “Hi (y/n), how are you doing tonight?”. You raised an eyebrow, “I’m doing fine..what’s up”.

He sighed, “I’d hate to be such a bother, I was wondering if you could help me with something”. Billy looked you up and down with a devilish smirk.

You smiled while trying to not look so intimidated, “It depends on what it is”. He started to lick his lips while laughing lightly. Instantly Steve picked his head up, he knew that laugh.

Billy leaned forward, “Well aren’t you a fun little thing”. Steve got up and walked towards the door. Turning around you looked to Steve, and saw how annoyed he was.

Billy laughed again, “Is that really you Harrington, or am I dreaming?”. Steve had his arms crossed over his chest, visibly tense. You chimed in, “Look Billy, what can I help you with?”.

Steve stood next to you now, “You’ve got about one minute Hargrove, any second longer and I think I’ll puke from looking at your stupid face”. Billy winked to Steve before putting his attention back on you.

Smiling he said, “I’m looking for my little sister Maxine, the last I heard she was with Lucas but-”. You turned to Steve, and saw him standing there with wide eyes. Slowly you said, “Steve where is Dustin”.

Billy raised his eyebrows, all to amused, “Well well well, if it isn’t the first lover’s quarrel”. Steve turned his attention towards Billy.

Pointing a finger at him he said, “Look asshole, we don’t know where your sister is, and to be honest I wouldn’t fucking tell you if I did”. Looking to Billy you could start to see his own anger rising.

Billy let out a breath, “Wrong move amigo, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into”. You looked back to Steve, and watched him take another step towards Billy.

Steve hadn’t answered you, and that was your main concern. You turned to Billy, “Look Billy, now is not the fucking time to worry about who’s dick is bigger”.

You clearly had his attention so you continued, “The only thing I give a single shit about is finding my little brother, so you’re either going to help us or get the fuck out of my house”.

Steve smiled for a moment at the fact that you’d put Billy in his place. You were extremely confused as you watched Billy start to smile.

He nodded his head, “You’ve got fire sweetheart, I can respect that”. Just as mysteriously as he had showed up, Billy left. He got in his car and sped off into the night.

You pointed a finger at Steve, “You better start explaining Steve!! Why did you say Dustin was with Max?”. He ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to do. When he looked at your face and saw how concerned you looked, his heart sank.

Mentally he told himself, “Man up Steve, or else you’ll lose her forever”. You repeated his name, fear consuming you. Steve took your hand, “Follow me-”.

Steve lead you towards his car but you stopped walking. You were angry at yourself for pushing away your gut feelings that Dustin was acting weird.

The voice in your head came back, and you were consumed with guilt. Trying not to cry you said, “I knew something was up…and now it’s my fault…Dustin is in danger and it’s all my fault”.

He kicked at the ground, “It’s not your fault (y/n)..it’s mine..I made a stupid promise”. You were confused, what would Steve have possibly promised.

Steve finally looked you in the eyes, “I promised Dustin I would lie to you-”. Your jaw dropped, you were feeling so many emotions at once.

Something felt off, “About what?”. Steve was unsure of what to do, but out of instinct he took a step towards you.

He explained, “We wanted to keep you safe…I wanted to keep you safe”. You were shaking your head, “From what Steve?!”.

All you knew was that Steve had lied about where Dustin went, and now he was missing. You were scared that what had happened to Will would happen to Dustin, but that you wouldn’t get him back.

Steve shook his head, “I-”. Every fiber in his being wanted to tell you the truth, but he was afraid. Should he continue to lie to you and let you hate him knowing it would keep you safe?

You voice was extremely shaky and broken, “When my dad died I promised him I’d keep Dustin safe Steve…and now you’re telling me there’s real danger…and I let him walk right into it-”.

That was it, seeing you so devastated broke him. Steve knew that he needed to tell you the truth even if you didn’t believe him, even if you never wanted to see him again.

You could hate Steve for the rest of his life as long as it meant he’d never be the reason you cried again. Steve walked over to you and took your hands in his, “I made a promise too..I promised I’d never let anything bad happen to the boys…not Mike..not Dustin..none of them”.

Steve continued, “The truth puts your life in danger…but I promise I’ll always be there to protect you okay?”. Part of you wanted to think he was lying, but you could see how emotional he was.

He shook his head, “Dustin thought that keeping the truth from you would keep you safe but…but…it just fucked everything up..”. Steve was looking down at you, and looked so vulnerable.

So you nodded your head and let him explain everything. The truth about what Will had gone through….the upside down…the demogorgon…Dart… you listened to it all.

It was a damn lot to process, but you tried your best and followed along. The more he spoke the more you realized that maybe this had been the source of your weird feeling.

This was what made tonight so special…maybe this was meant to happen.

When it was all over he was left breathless, trying to read your face for any cues. Steve sort of blacked out while telling you everything and he was afraid he’d just sounded crazy.

Softly you said, “I trust you”. Steve blinked, not sure if he’d heard you correctly. You cupped his cheek, “I trust you Steve…I know you care about me and that you thought lying was doing the right thing”.

Steve smiled, he was so sure he’d lost you forever. Suddenly you remembered, “I know how to find him! The emergency walkie!”. You rushed in the house, grabbing the walkie talkie and turning it to the right channel.

There you heard Dustin clear as day, “Lucas meet us at the old junkyard with Max, code red!”. You looked up and saw Steve standing over you. You stood up, “Come on, let’s go-”.

You went to walk out, but Steve pulled you back again. He couldn’t wait any longer, Steve finally crashed his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, dropping the walkie and instead running your hands through his hair.

Steve held on tightly to your waist, all his feelings rushing forward. The kiss left you breathless, all you could do was smile. He softly said, “Wow”.

Smirking you teased, “Just wait until next time Harrington”. Steve laughed softly at your joke. He bit his lip, “Next time”. Shaking your head you kissed him again, unable to resist.

You heard Dustin’s voice again on the walkie, bringing you back into real life. This time you took Steve’s hand and lead him towards his car, “I hope you still have that bat”.

Steve found himself laughing again as he started the engine. As he took off towards the old junkyard, he looked to you in the passenger’s seat.

He watched the street lamps light up those beautiful eyes of yours. That infamous half smirk of yours you did when you were determined to conquer a situation.

Most importantly, he watched himself fall deeper and deeper in love with you.




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“So, my question,” the fan started, smiling wildly as Jensen locked eyes with her giving her his full attention. “Hi,” she blurted out.

“Is that a question?” Jensen smiled sweetly.

The girl giggled before she started talking again. “No. Sorry. My question,” she cleared her throat. “It’s about Y/N, actually.”

Jensen bent over in laughter. This happened so often at conventions that she couldn’t make that he had almost come to expect it. He loved that this family loved her so much. It made his heart soar.

“Of course,” he laughed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Sorry,” the fan giggled. “So we’ve heard rumors that she might be coming back to the show, but we all know she just gave birth to your second child, Lincoln.”

Jensen smiled at her as she continued.

“Anyway, having just had a baby, it seems a little quick for her to be coming back to the show. So my question is, can you substantiate these rumors in any way? Give us a little glimmer of hope that our favorite Dean girl is coming back? We miss her so damn much,” the fan finished with a sigh.

Jensen bent over in laughter again, the corners of his eyes crinkling perfectly.

Before he could answer, you stepped out from behind the curtain carrying Lincoln and holding hands with your six year old, Jaslyn. The crowd gasped and then immediately erupted into wild, enthusiastic cheers.

Jensen turned to look at you, a smile on his face.

“Daddy!” Jaslyn squeaked and darted toward him. She jumped into the air, right into his arms.

“Hey bean!” he answered, kissing her forehead. “So these ladies want to know if mommy is going to be back on Daddy’s show soon. Do you know the answer to that question?” Jensen asked, handing her the mic.

“I do,” Jaslyn giggled, eyeing the crowd mischievously.

“And are you going to tell them?” Jensen prompted.

She shook her head swiftly. “I’m not,” she laughed handing the mic back to Jensen.

The crowd died with laughter. You couldn’t help but smile at her as you stepped beside Jensen and leaned into him, your mouth hovering over the mic as you pressed yourself against him.

“She’s good at keeping momma’ secrets, this one,” you winked at Jaslyn then smiled at the crowd. “But I’ll tell you this. You guys will want to pay SPECIAL attention to Ep. 21.”

The crowd screamed.

You laughed and held up a hand to stop them. “I’m not saying you’ll see me. I’m not saying you won’t. But you’re in for a big effing surprise,” you winked. “And it may involve…”

Jensen cut you off. “Okay. Okay. Shut up before you get us fired,” he laughed elbowing you.

You looked down at Lincoln with a smile then back at Jensen. “They wouldn’t fire a woman who just had a baby. That would be cruel.”

The crowd erupted.

You covered your mouth and raised your eyebrows, feigning innocence. “Whoops,” you giggled, winking at Jaslyn who was watching you with a huge grin. “Maybe you’ll hear more about it soon. Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” you shrugged.

Jensen pulled you and Lincoln close, kissing you firmly. “Love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“You more,” you responded, kissing him back.

“Mommy can I tell them the OTHER secret?” Jaslyn giggled in Jensen’s arms as she watched the two of you exchange a kiss.

“The one about Lincoln?” Jensen asked, looking scandalous.

Jaslyn nodded her head.

“Do it. They’ll go crazy,” you laughed.

She stole the mic from Jensen causing everyone to laugh. “Lincoln is gonna be on Daddy’s show soon. And it’s a big shock for daddy,” she giggled.

The crowd was stunned into silence before they started talking excitedly amongst themselves.

“Good job bean. That’ll keep em guessing for a while,” Jensen winked, fist bumping his daughter.

The crowd was buzzing with excitement at the possibilities that the end of the season might bring.


I apologize in advance. This is utter nonsense. I don’t even know. *facepalm*

TONIGHT, WE SLEEP
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Summary: You, Rocket and Groot end up stuck spending the night at one of Contraxia’s love hotels. Rocket enjoys teasing you, but doesn’t expect what you do in return.
Warnings: No?? Just flirting…but I dont think thats a warning.
A/N: My first Rocket imagine! I usually dont like writing imagines for characters I like because I tend to lose interest. But I decided to try it out. Hopefully next time, it’ll get better and more ~intense~
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The room hummed under the red glow of neon lamps and the lovers bed pressed up against the wall. You felt the walls muffle your voice, unsure of how to ask Rocket why this was the only available place for them to sleep in. Besides the thick silence hung between the three of you, and the occasional rattling of the cheaply plastered velvet walls, the only sounds to be heard was beyond the glass window wrapped up in curtains. Mainly the rowdiness of drunkards and the piercing laughter that cut through the cold winter night of Contraxia. Then again, every night here is a cold winter night.
Your hands instinctively rubbed your upper arms, trying to warm up in the unusually cold room. There were many reasons this hotel would want cold rooms, some sexual and others less so. Groot was the first to move, walking towards the wall by the glass window and sitting down.
“I am Groot,” He reclined back, his body slowly becoming connected to the wall as he gazed outside to the different species stumbling about. Rocket followed after him, setting his bag down on the right side of the bed, keeping himself occupied with unpacking. You bit the inside of your cheek, watching him only momentarily before excusing yourself to the bathroom to shower.
Rocket began to assemble his gun, getting it ready just in case anything happened during the night. After a couple visits to Contraxia, he knew better than to come unprepared.
“I am Groot,” Groot spoke, causing Rocket to freeze up. He let out a sigh, shaking his head and continuing his work.
“Because we didn’t have enough units to stay at a nice place like The Divine.” He dragged out, revealing his canines. Rewards were coming in slowly, and their collective spending habits were high matinence. This cheesy love hotel was the only thing they could afford on this planet while their ship was under repairs. Needless to say, Reception looked mildly confused at the three of them walking in and requesting a one bedroom.
“I am Groot,” He said once more, turning his head back towards the window. Rocket rolled his eyes, finishing the final details to his weapon. His ear twitched at the sound of the water turning off, his eyes flickering at the shut door, waiting for you to come out.
“Why don’t you just get some shut-eye? Not my fault we couldn’t get separate rooms,” He grumbled, looking down at his gun as be screwed a bolt in tightly with his fingers. Groot didn’t respond, merely closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he felt himself become rooted into the wall. Rocket perked his head up at the sound of the door sliding open. He watched you pad out of the bathroom, a slip hanging off your shoulders as you dried the top of your hair.
“Did Groot fall asleep already?” You asked, tossing the towel to the side as Rocket murmured in agreement. After walking up to Groot, you kissed him on his forehead before walking towards the bed.
“How come you don’t kiss me like that before I go to bed?” Rocket asked, grinning to himself as you felt your face heat up. The words got lodged in your throat, so you stayed silent and looked away from him. “Left you speechless? That’s usually the effect I have on people,” He snickered, closing a final compartment on his gun and placing it against the bed.
“Its not funny,” You said, grabbing the covers and pulling them over your shoulders as you curled away from Rocket. He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes as he got up on the bed. His nose wiggled in your hair, just brushing against the back of your neck.
“I think its cute,” He murmured, his paw resting on your waist as he pulled himself closer. “I love getting you all riled up,” His voice was low, feeling his breath right along your ear before feeling his teeth scrape lightly against the flesh on your neck.
“Maybe Groot should have slept on the bed instead,” You barked back, Rocket grinning at the remark.
“And have you sleep on the floor? Besides, I wouldn’t be able to do all this with Groot,” He snickered. You turned around, your lower lip sticking out in a pout as your brows furrowed.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” He mocked you, his ears pressing against his head. Tonight was not the night. Perhaps it was because this wasn’t the first instance of him flirting with you. Or perhaps it was because you didn’t want Rocket to only see you as a blushing mess. Perhaps it was because you wanted him to see you as someone who could keep up with him. It was most definitely because you loved him, though.
Your hands reached out for his, enclosing them with your fists and pinning them above his head as you straddled him. His eyes were wide, watching uncertainty hide behind your irises as your hair fell to one side.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” She mocked. Rocket closed his eyes, shaking his head for a second before opening them again and grinning.
“I think I like this side of you,” He whispered, making sure Groot couldn’t hear them.
You rolled your eyes, “It’s a hotel. We are supposed to sleep. Do you think you can do that just for this one night?” You asked, a glimmer of mischief in Rocket’s eyes.
“Actually it’s a Love Hotel,” He corrected. “If I’m not mistaken, we aren’t supposed to be sleeping,” His brow raised, looking up at you as his left ear twitched.
“Maybe another night, Rocket. Tonight, we sleep,” You said, rolling off of him and getting under the comforter.
“Another night?” He echoed. “I don’t know…perhaps we should get a sneak peak-“ You interrupted him by grabbing him by the waist and pulling him close to you. His head laid on your chest, hearing your heartbeat.
“Tonight, we sleep,” You mumbled, eyes closed as Rocket agreed in silence. Tonight you would sleep.

okay you guys! I was watching this scene again the ‘You taste like my Waverly again’ for, you know, science, and it is amazing what you can hear, when there’s no background music.

Like for instance this scene starts with them kissing and then Nicole lets out this small amused laugh… and what you can’t hear (at least I couldn’t) with the background music on is that Waverly gives a very soft amused ‘what?’ back at her before Nicole says ‘You taste like my Waverly again’

idk, just thought I’d share.

things you said through your teeth
things you said too quietly

Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Bucky Barnes didn’t think that he was the jealous type. He never found himself green with envy over another guy. That was until he started dating (Y/n). Every time she walked into a room, she was the shining star. He truly believed the he hadn’t lived life until he met her.

His world revolved around her.

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“You wouldn’t think she’d been gone so long, would you? Sometimes, when I walk along the corridor, I fancy I hear her just behind me, that quick, light step. I couldn’t mistake it anywhere, not only in this room, but in all the rooms in the house. I can almost hear it now. Do you think the dead come back and watch the living?”

Daphne du Maurier - Rebecca

Title: Newest Addition
Character: Jake Peralta
A/n: This’ll most likely turn into a series because I like the idea a lot, lemme know if you’d be interested. Also, cop jargon is not my strong suit, apologies.

You mentally went over your introduction for the hundredth time that morning, not wanting to mess up your first day on the job. Your grip on your shoulder bag tightened and loosened as you tried to shake off the nerves. You were fully confident in your skills as a sketch artist, but new people in unknown situations always made you jumpy.

You pulled open the door of the 99th precint and slowly peered inside, seeing a bunch of people sauntering around the office space as they carried piles of papers or coffee mugs.

You looked down at a small stick-it note you had written all of your information on, but you had no idea where to go from there.

“Hello, can I help you something?” You looked up at saw a smiling woman with dark hair pulled back into a bun standing in front of you.

“Yes! Hi, I’m looking for Captain Ray Holt? It’s my first day and I’m supposed to inform him first thing.”

“Oh, you must be the new sketch artist!” She said, holding her hand out for you to shake. “I’m Detective Amy Santiago.”

“(Y/f/n), it’s very nice to meet you, Amy,” You said noticing her firm hold on your hand. “So, are you like the top dog around here?”

Amy’s eyes got a certan glint to them and she stood up taller as she smoothed her brightly colored blouse. “Why yes, it’s been proven to be true, aside from Captain Holt, of course. Lemme take you to his office.”

“Well, well,” Amy said, noticing Jake walking in through the front doors. “Look who’s late again.”

“For your information, Santiago,” Jake said as he dropped a bag onto his desk. “I stopped to get food after catching a perp trying to tear up a parking ticket.”

Amy gave him a look before starting the first case report of the day. “Regardless, I got to see the new member first.”

Jake frowned. “Aw, what! They’re here already?”

Amy looked up from her monitor proudly. “Yes, she seems very nice.”

“Is she cute?”

“Shut up.”

“Attention everyone!” Captain Holt announced, extending his hand out to you. “This is (Y/n), she’s out newest sketch artist. Please make her feel welcome.”

Jake took one glance at you and got the biggest smile on his face. “Score! She’s super cute!”

Amy scolded him. “And you are staying far away from her.”

“That is totally not happening.”

“Now, we have busy day today but if someone would be willing to show (Y/n) the ropes, it would be most appreciated.”

Amy was about to stand up, but Jake had already sprinted up to the two of you.

“I’ve got this,” Jake said as he gave you a charming smile and extended a hand to you. “Jake Peralta, best detective in the building, certified badass and available.”

Holt rolled his eyes. “Detective, please refrain from flirting with new members. We don’t want to scare them off.”

You laughed and shook his hand. “I don’t mind, I found it funny.”

Jake smiled and linked his arm with yours. “I like you already.”

“This is the interrogation room, depending on the case, you’ll probably do most of your work in here, getting descriptions from witnesses the works.” Jake explained, hopping up on the metal table.

You nodded, looking around the bare room. “What happened to the last sketch artist.”

“You know what, I don’t really know. He called in sick a couple times and then just stopped showing up altogether,” Jake hopped down from the table and looked around discreetly before leaning close to you. “Between you and me though, I think he’s working for the fire department now.”

“Fire department?”

“Shh, we don’t speak of them in this sanctuary,” Jake said as he folded his arms. “But enough about that, I’m very curious about you, Miss (Y/n).”

You shrugged. “What do you want to know?”

“Psh, just the usual protocol questions. What’s your star sign? Favorite color? Do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Opinions on the movie ‘Die Hard’?”

You laughed, brows scrunching together as you tried to think of all the answers. But a knock on the door interrupted your thought process.

“(L/n), Sergeant Terry has a witness for you.” Gina said as she leaned against the door.

“Oh, thank you,” You told her with a smile before turning back to Jake. “Perhaps another time?”

“Sure!” Jake said watching you leave the room before he leaned back into the table. “Gina! We were having a moment!”

“She’s literally been here not even a full day and you’re already trying to bone her.” She observed before shrugging. “I can respect that.”

“Am not!” Jake said with an appalled expression. “I just happen to find her very attractive and interesting.”

“Great, so you have a thing for the new chick. Can’t wait to live tweet this.” Gina replied, already typing away on her phone before leaving the doorway.

Jake turned around for half a second before Santiago marched into the room. “What’s this I hear about you trying to seduce the sketch artist!”

“Man, that woman is fast,” Jake said but shook his head. “So what if I am?”

“No, no. There’s finally another woman on this team that seems nice and sane and I will not let you ruin her with one of your lame one night stand dates!” Amy said, folding her arms as she frowned at him.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Because your Jake Peralta, when was your last serious relationship?”

“A fair point, but still hurtful!” Jake said before sighing. “I can be nice too!”

“Just leave her alone, Peralta. She’s out of your league anyways.” Amy said, giving him another disapproving look before leaving the interrogation room.

“I can, and I’ll prove it!” Jake said before pulling out his phone and dialing a number. “Boyle, meet me in the interrogation room pronto, we have work to do.

Part 2: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/164256777712/title-operation-match-making-character-jake

Ok can I just say how much I love and appreciate phil Michael Lester! Hes such kind, sweet and and creative guy wth! Like I just love to hear his voice and laughter, it always brings a smile to my face! And when ever I’m feeling really lonely I can always watch one of his videos and just lay down and listen to what ever wacky thing that has happened to him. It’s like listening to an old friend that you haven’t seen in a while telling you all about the crazy adventures they’ve been on. I’m not really good with words but heck I just really appreciate Phil so much I just need to express this!! <333

Please? Part Ten

This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.

(A/N; this was originally going to be the end of this story, but a lot of you seem to really like it. Shall I continue into season 3 or keep a season 2 thing?)

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  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 1800 words
  • Warnings: Language

Nights were freezing. Multiple times, you thought you may lose somebody to the cold. Daryl and Rick, they tried to keep everyone safe and warm, tried to find houses you could all sleep in, nice and comfy. Sometimes that just wasn’t possible and you were left sleeping in a car or in the middle of the trees with someone always keeping watch.

Daryl was getting worried about you, everyone was worried about Lori. Week by week, she got bigger and noticeably more pregnant. Rick stepped up his game, making sure Lori came before anyone else, which pissed a few people off, including Daryl and Hershel. Daryl wanted no one before you, but he wasn’t in charge.

Daryl taught you how to use a gun during hunts, though he refused to let you use it unless absolutely necessary.

You were asked to stay behind, take care of Beth, Lori, Hershel, and Carol. Not that you minded, but the few minutes you were always without Daryl were the hardest.

***

“Can’t stay here.” Daryl murmurs as he looks out the window. Walkers are lining up outside, seemingly knowing there is fresh flesh inside the house. It was the only decent one Rick and T-Dog found.

“Just to rest for a little while.” You walk over to him and run your fingers down his arm. None of you have had a decent shower in a long time, the dirt was starting to become a part of you. “We’re tired. And we have a pregnant woman.”

“Ain’t safe.” Daryl turns around and looks down at you. His hair is sticking up in different places and his face is covered in so much dirt, he hardly looks like himself. “S’pecially with her.”

You rub your forehead and stare out the window, watching each walker carefully. It’s still unclear how much sense they have, but nobody wants to find out. “Babe, we can’t just leave.”

Daryl hesitates at the nickname, it being the first time you have called him anything but his real name. He looks down at you, his cheeks turning a slight shade of red in the spots that were dirt free. “We can too.” With his hands on his hips, he walks around you and goes downstairs, where everyone is sitting down in the living room, huddled together by a small fire Glenn started.

You soon follow, not wanting to be alone. To say things are better is a lie. Daryl may finally have given in to his feelings, but things with the rest of them were not so great. It’s stressful packing up and leaving every time a single walker comes around, stressful to haul around an unborn baby and keep check that everyone was close by. You would be lying to yourself if you say you haven’t thought about leaving with Daryl, leaving the others to care for each other.

***

“We found a place.” Rick and Daryl pop through the trees. They went hunting an hour ago and left everyone sitting in the middle of the road. “We found a place just down those train tracks. We can gather there for a little while.”

Daryl walks by Rick and stands in front of you. You took your place by his bike, sitting on the ground to guard it. He looks down at you, shielding the sun from his eyes. “Got us a place.” He nods.

“So I hear.” You return his gaze, watching the sweat rolling down his forehead and nose. “Are you sure this isn’t another bust?”

“Hope not.” He thrusts out his hand and motions for you to take it. “We need a break.”

Agreeing, you slip your hand through his and he basically pulls you up without any help from you. He was strong like that, though he was very careful with you. There are times where he can’t control his own strength around you, but he always makes up for it.

Rick and Daryl lead the way, through the trees and walking down the tracks. Soon, a large fence is in your view, with a building just behind it. A prison. With thick fences separating it and the rest of the world, a safe place from walkers.

“Here?” You ask Daryl, picking up your pace to keep beside him. He nods. “Why?”

“Big. Safe. Guarded.” He shrugs his shoulders and runs to keep up with Rick.

It didn’t take long to take over the prison. You ran down with Beth, Maggie, and Glenn to distract the walkers while Rick ran to close the gate, and the others went above on the towers to help Rick out. Working as a team wasn’t so hard anymore, you all know your roles, for the most part.

All these months together, you have learned a thing or two. Who is a good shot, who should never hold a gun, and who was fastest. Your role, however, has still not been determined. It’s like they can’t decide if you ought to hold a gun or a weapon at all.

***

Night grows quickly. T-Dog starts a fire to keep you warm on the chilly night. Days were warming up, but the nights were still brutal. Daryl takes the first watch, though Rick insisted he would. Daryl thought he needed time with his family.

You stay back, sitting around the campfire with Beth and reminiscing on the good ole times of camping by the lake, in the middle of the woods, on a very crisp autumn evening. Those were the days to live for.

With the little food the group has, you all take turns eating. Rationing is probably the hardest part. Stomachs go hungry, growling for days until it was your turn to eat just a little more than the rest of the group.

“Daryl!” You call, waving him over. He pauses from his patrol and glances over at you, his face straight and his grip tight on his crossbow. “Come eat.”

“Naw.” He shakes his head and goes back to his pacing in front of the fence.

You get to your feet, leaving Beth to talk with Lori. You make your way over to the truck Daryl has perched himself on and wave a hand. “You need to eat some time.”

He looks down at you, his poncho swallowing him whole. He loves that thing, refuses to give it up no matter how long you plead him to. He thinks it’s a game now, having you whine over and over about that stupid thing. You humor him, mostly. Telling him it makes him look childish.

Daryl rolls his shoulders and swings his crossbow over his shoulder, securing it around himself. He holds out his hand and pulls you up beside him, no problem. You ty to help him by hoisting yourself up with your foot on a pipe, but Daryl has you on top of the truck in two quick movements.

“Take a bite, for me?” You hold out the plate made out of leaves. On top of it sits a couple of pieces from the animal they killed earlier that day and a few crackers left over from the last house. It isn’t much, but you’ve learned not to care by now. “Daryl, when’s the last time you’ve had something?”

“The owl.” He squats down to your level, staring at you as he spoke.

“Okay. You had a little nibble of the owl.” You shove the plate in Daryl’s hands and tuck your legs under you, looking over at the flames the fire was now giving off.

He shoves some of the meat in his mouth, smacking his lips as he chews it down. You watch him, how hungry he must be. How hungry you all are. You start to think about all those times you didn’t eat that little bit extra on your plate or let the leftovers spoil before you could eat them.

The thought leaves your mind when you hear an angelic voice in the distance. You look towards the fire again, recognizing Beth’s singing voice. You can barely make out the words, but it sounds nice.

Daryl taps your shoulder and sucks the extra juice off each of his fingers. “I’ll walk ya back.” He jumps off the truck and lands perfectly on his feet, just like a cat. You giggle to yourself, imagining Daryl as a feline. Some of his traits fit.

He grabs your legs and drags you off the truck, setting you down on the ground easily. He slips his arm around you as you two walk over, listening to Beth’s beautiful voice. She hasn’t sung since the farm.

Maggie joins in the closer you get. Glenn wraps his arm around her, running his fingers down her back. You smile at them, how cute they are together.

You and Daryl stop just behind everyone. You rest your head against his shoulder, listening to the tune Beth and Maggie carry, giving you goosebumps along your spine and arms.

This is the right place to stay.

***

“You’re telling me I have to sleep in a cage?” Beth looks at the cells. Each one needs to be cleaned out, straightened up, each one is entirely too close to each other.

Rick nods his head, looking over his shoulder at the cages. It’s a small area, but you know between all of you, it’ll work out. “Yeah.”

Daryl’s up above, looking down on all of you. He huffs. “I ain’t sleepin’ in no cage.” He hits the railing and walks over to the perch, setting his stuff down. You wonder what that’s about. You suppose the whole sleeping together thing is out the window now.

“Take your pick.” Hershel walks over to one of the cells and sets his things down on the bed, hoping everyone else will follow.

You look up at Daryl again, watching him grab a pillow and throw it on the ground. He’s already fixed up a little pallet for himself.

“Do you want everyone to see you?” You ask, looking around as you reach the second floor. He’s a little in the way for anyone who wants to walk up here.

Daryl’s eyes are closed and his arms crossed over his chest. “Mm-hm.” He grunts.

“Am I sleeping alone now?” You ask gently, watching as Carol and Lori walk into their own cell.

“Figured you’d want yer own.” He mumbles.

“We made a promise. I’m not going to break that now.” You watch his chest slowly rise and fall.

Daryl opens one eye and looks up at you. “We sharin’ a pillow then?”

You giggle. “We share everything else.” You drop to your knees at his side. “I don’t think a pillow will hurt us.”

“Dunno.” Daryl shifts and puts his hands behind his head. “I hog ‘em.”

“That’s nothing new.” You smile and lay down with your head on his chest. You allow yourself to relax for once. This is what you miss, relaxing, not having a care, even if it’s only for a few minutes.

Rick calls for the men and Maggie to meet him after a short rest to go over the plan.

Daryl groans and hugs you to him, kissing the top of your head gently. He tells you he’ll be back soon, that he’ll make sure Rick doesn’t keep him all day.

You make a silent promise that you will find a cell the two of you will be living in. You didn’t like the thought of sitting here, on the second floor, where everyone could see you perfectly. He will just have to get over that.

Lightning 2k16: If I’d known I was gonna need to use the same catchphrase for over a decade, I’d have gone back in time years ago so I could tell my past self to pick a real word that no one else can pronounce. You think that sounds crazy but it’s not, I’m connected, I have time-traveling friends, and GUESS WHAT I’ve heard all your clever puns your criticisms your hare-brained theories I have I haaaave and tomorrow I’m gonna hear them all again so you know what that does it NO! MORE!! KACHOWS!!!–

Bobby: Bro, I was just asking if you wanted to go watch Cal try and do lap sao.

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“Dean?”

“Dean?”

“Dean!”

“What?!” He snaps at Sammy finally pulling his gaze away from you.

“I was talking to you, dude. Did you hear anything I just said?

“Nope.”

“If you keep staring at Y/N like that, she’ll probably sue you for sexual harassment.” Sam smirks at his ridiculous brother.

“I’m the boss, Sammy.”

“Exactly! It makes it even worse.”

“I can’t help it, man. She’s so gorgeous.” Dean groans wishing he could make a move on you.

“Oh shit. She’s coming over here.” Sam mumbles before looking down at his iPhone.

“Hi Mr Smith.” You greet your boss who’s been watching you all afternoon for some reason.

“Hello. What can I do for you, Y/N?” Dean replies in his most professional tone of voice.

“Well, I’m really horny. Would you mind fucking me in your office?” You ask him casually twirling a piece of hair around your finger.

A surprised look appears on Dean’s face but it’s soon replaced by a huge dopey grin like a kid on Christmas.

“Mr Smith?”

“Hello?”

“Dean!” Sammy shouts breaking him out of his daydream.

“What?”

“Y/N just asked you a question.” Sam sighs silently apologizing to you with a sweet smile.

“Uh…”

“I asked if I could leave an hour early today. I have a dentist appointment.” You giggle wondering what he was dazing off about.

“Oh! Um, sure. Yup. That’s fine.” Dean rambles on feeling his cheeks flush.

“Great. Thanks.”

“What the hell was that?” Sam asks as you walk back over to your desk.

“I zoned out. In my head, she asked to have sex in my office.” Dean admits sheepishly.

“You are so screwed.” Sam cracks up slapping Dean on the back.

“Don’t I know it.” He chuckles pulling himself away from you to go hide in his office.


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You grinned up at Dally as you entered the house; you had spent the day at Buck’s, hustling some Soc’s at pool. During the day you had easily made $500. Soc’s bet big, they had the money to spare.

“Look whose back!” Two-Bit grinned, wagging his eyebrows at you both suggestively. “Where did you two go?”

“Oh Two-Bit, get your mind out of the gutter.” You muttered, slapping him lightly upside the head. “We were at Buck’s.”

“Hey, Y/N, I gotta scram, let’s do this again sometime” Dally winked, a cheeky smile on his face as he left the house.

You walked into the kitchen, putting on your apron so you could get dinner started. You looked up as the front door slammed open.

“Ponyboy, is that you sweetheart?” Sodapop and Darry weren’t due back for another hour or so.

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Turn the lights off in this place
And he shines just like a star
And I swear I know his face
I just don’t know who you are
Turn the music up in here
I still hear him loud and clear
Like he’s right there in my ear
Telling me that he wants to own me
To control me
Come closer

And I just can’t pull my self away
Under his spell I can’t break
I just can’t stop
And i just can’t bring myself no way
But I don’t want to escape
I just can’t stop

I can feel him on my skin
I can taste him on my tongue
He’s the sweetest taste of sin
The more I get the more I want
he wants to own me
Come closer
he says come closer


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rules:

the characters i focus on writing about are the following, however you are welcome to request other mcu characters:

  1. bucky barnes
  2. steve rogers
  3. tony stark
  4. bruce banner
  5. natasha romanoff
  6. pietro maximoff
  7. wanda maximoff
  • i accept requests for smut as long as they don’t involve the following: 
    • virgin reader
    • consensual nonconsent 
    • blood play
    • any sort of fisting
  • requests including nsfw visuals are not allowed
  • i have the right to decline a request
  • be patient (i’m a senior and school work is actually killing me)
  • i don’t do ships so reader x character requests only please
  • fem!reader x fem!character accepted (pls i’m thirsty for all the mcu ladies send me your wlw requests im needy)
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if you don’t have a particular scenario you’d like me to write me about, consider the following prompts and send me the number and character:

  1. “Come over here and make me.”
  2. “Please, don’t leave.”
  3. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
  4. “Wanna bet?”
  5. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
  6. “I think we need to talk.”
  7. “Kiss me.”
  8. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
  9. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
  10. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
  11. “Just once.”
  12. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
  13. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
  14. “It’s not what it looks like…”
  15. “You lied to me.”
  16. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
  17. “Please don’t do this.”
  18. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
  19. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
  20. ”Bite me.”
  21. “I wish I could hate you.”
  22. “Wanna dance?”
  23. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
  24. “Tell me a secret.”
  25. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
  26. “No one needs to know.”
  27. “Well this is awkward…”
  28. “Do you want me to leave?”
  29. “You can’t keep doing this.”
  30. “Don’t ask me that.”
  31. “I might have had a few shots.”
  32. “Say it!”
  33. “I could kiss you right now!”
  34. “Are you still awake…?”
  35. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
  36. “I could kill you right now!”
  37. “Just admit I’m right.”
  38. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
  39. “Just pretend to be my date.”
  40. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”
  41. “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.” 
  42. “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”
  43. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
  44. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.”
  45. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
  46. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
  47. “How long have you been standing there?”
  48. “Have I ever lied to you?”
  49. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
  50. “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.”
  51. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
  52. “I’m flirting with you.”
  53. “I’m yours.”
  54. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are trying to seduce me.”
  55. “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!”
  56. “What are you afraid of?” 
  57. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
  58. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
  59. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”
  60. “Here, let me.”

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Unfaithful : Part 33

Summary :
In the Pre-apocalypse , you went to your aunt Lucille’s house in Virginia to spend the summer there, but you fell in love with her husband Negan .

**drama - romance - angst- smut - betrayal**

Pairing : Negan x Female Reader OC.

Dedicated to @negansmainwife

Warnings : so I won’t give spoilers, every chapter could contain mention of blood, death, gore, smut etc… not to mention Negan’s filthy mouth

Note:

This fic is about betrayal or adultery, call it what you want, please if you feel triggered about such thing don’t read. If not , you can be wether team y/n or team Lucille. LOL

Previous chapters :

https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/159839481553/unfaithful

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“No!…I. .. can’t fucking. ..do this!!”

Negan mumbled as he gently tried to push Sherry off him. The latter showered him with hurried full of lust kisses on his mouth, cheeks and neck.

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