no more nightmares for a few

My dog Chica had a nightmare last night. She doesn’t have them very often but when she does she’ll let out this adorable little howl that startles herself awake. She was a little shaken up about it but after a few snuggles in the hooman bed (usually off limits for doggos) she was happy as can be. After a while she hopped down to her own bed and drifted off into a peaceful pupper snooze. And I thought that was the end of it.

But I had a nightmare too. Now that’s not entirely uncommon, I have them fairly often and they’re something that I’ve gotten used to. But this one was a bad one.

The bad ones are the ones that I don’t wake up from. They’re the ones where my friends or loved ones are hurt in front of me and the only thing I can do is watch and cry and scream in the mad hope that it’s all just some terrible dream. Nothing ever happens to me in these dreams so I’m trapped within until I wake up of my own accord. But tonight was different.

Tonight, I felt something lick my hand and woke up in a cold sweat. There on the side of my bed was Chica, licking my hand and looking up at me with concern. Now I’m not sure how much a dog understands about nightmares and dreams and such, but she’s never woken me up from a nightmare before. I’d like to think that some part of her recognized what I was going through and she just wanted to wake me up to protect me from the scary monsters. I have never been more grateful to have Chica by my side than in that moment.

So I let her hop up on the hooman bed (twice in one night, oh boy!) and after a few snuggles I was happy as can be.

person of color: hey wouldn’t it be cool if angels were represented as brown or black more often–

edgy whites who went to a week of bible study 15 yrs ago and regurgitate all their Superior Knowledge from textually inaccurate all-caps tumblr posts written by supernatural fans: um…… ACTUALLY :) angels don’t look like HUMANS they look like ELDRITCH NIGHTMARES™ that MELT YOUR BRAIN OUT so stop giving them skin colors :) try a few animal heads instead :) don’t forget the eyeballs :) 

ptsd stuff no one talks about
  • nightmares about trusted people hurting you
  • nightmares that are completely different from what actually happened
  • everything is too loud !!!
  • gotta cut your hair gotta cut your hair chop chop chop
  • tfw you’re halfway through telling a story and remember it involves Them
  • never enough showers
  • waking up and being somewhere else for a few seconds
  • being bossy for the thrill of being in charge
  • randomly teleporting to bad places for a few seconds while just going about your day

feel free to add more

Regular game devlog: We added a couple items and fixed some balancing issues, we’re planning on adding a few more spells but we’ll have to test the balancing first.

Dwarf Fortress devlogs: Gave dwarves the ability to have nightmares to see how they impact their emotional health and their relationship with other dwarves. Also now you can commit tax fraud and identity theft in adventurer mode. I also added 30 new tree species and crocodiles can get drunk now.

sleepy!keith is the absolute best

  • when lance comes in to check on him, keith stirs awake and simply reaches out with grabby hands like “m’cold”
  • the boy has an iron grip when he sleeps
    • whether he’s holding his stuffed hippo or lance, doesn’t matter
  • the Slow Blink™ when he’s tired and trying to stay awake
  • when he’s wiped after a mission, he tries his hardest to stay awake, but soon his head is bobbing so he rests his head on either Hunk or Lance’s shoulder and is out in a few seconds
    • hunk and lance don’t dare move, even if it means staying in one spot, completely still, for hours
  • there are times where he works too hard in the training room and ends up sleeping on the floor
    • shiro cringes when he sees him bc that cannot be comfortable, so there’s been more than one occurrence where shiro had to carry his little brother to bed
  • when keith sleeps, he makes little noises and lance has to literally stop himself from squealing bc holy shit thats cute
  • keith has really bad nightmares, so he finds that sleeping in lances jacket helps a lot
    • sleeping in lances arms works even better
  • when keith’s super tired, he wont stop talking
    • it doesn’t matter what it’s about, he’ll just ramble on and on until he slowly drifts off 
  • his walls slowly come down when he’s exhausted and he becomes more open with everyone
  • he sleepwalks and almost opened an airlock one time
    • lance makes sure to sleep lightly after that just in case
  • sometimes he’ll just stare at something for a long time, never blinking, like its the most interesting thing in the world
  • when he’s overly exhausted, he gets really giggly
    • lance has recorded him in this state more than once
    • keith doesnt know

I think the hardest part about losing you
was that I didn’t just lose the boy
who called me pretty even when I hadn’t showered in 3 days,
or
the boy who once kissed me in the rain with tears in his eyes

I lost my best friend
the only person who knows what my favorite time of day is
and why
and
the only person who’s calmed me down after a day of nightmares

I’ve lost so much more
than anyone can imagine
and I hear what youre asking
I’m just trying to make it easier on you

—  Conscious//kayla
(Loki x reader) Can’t Sleep pt.2

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

A/N: This is one of my most popular one shots and I couldn’t help but want to continue it! I hope you guys like it 

Words: 1,956

Warning: none

Part 1

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Loki shifted slowly in his sleep, the sunlight shining onto his closed eyelids and disturbing him from his peaceful sleep. Loki fluttered his eyes open slowly, trying to draw in his surroundings. He felt the floor beneath him and realised he was resting on a soft carpet. He suddenly noticed that he wasn’t alone. Loki looked towards his chest and where his left hand was resting. He realised that someone was resting on his chest and immediately discovered that it was you. He suddenly stiffened and stressed out, trying to remember what happened. He shifted his hand underneath your head and carefully shifted your body off his, treating you like beautiful china. Once your were rested carefully on the ground, he stood up and delicately placed one arm under your knees and the other beneath your shoulders and warily picked you up. He placed your still sleeping body carefully on your bed and pulled his arms out from underneath you slowly so he wouldn’t wake you. Loki pushed a small strand of hair out of your face and smiled slightly, finding you beautiful and innocent as you were sleeping. Loki’s smile broke when he realised what he was doing, he couldn’t feel anything for you. It wasn’t right, and you didn’t deserve him.

Loki sighed as he walked towards the door and opened it, taking a quick look at you before closing the door lightly and walking out of the room. Loki walked down the hall and saw all the avengers sitting on the couch watching TV. Nobody really paid attention to him at first except for Thor, who was beaming at him. Loki looked at him, creasing his eyebrows with a confused expression.

“There you are, I started to think you’d never show up” Clint said, causing all the avengers to look straight at Loki, something he didn’t really appreciate. Loki nodded and looked down at his feet, still thinking about you. “I was asleep” he said quietly. He didn’t have a witty comeback for the first time since he got here, and he wasn’t really up for it. Loki looked back at Thor who was still smiling, and after a few seconds he stood up walking over to Loki.

“I’ll just be a second, I need to speak to my brother” he said, still smiling. Thor walked over to Loki and grabbed his wrist, leading him towards the hall.

“Wha…what are you doing!?” Loki sniped, irritated by Thor’s confusing behavior.

“I don’t know, anything you’d like to share with me, brother?” Thor said, raising his eyebrow and grinning. Loki shifted awkwardly but tried to cover it up by playing it cool. He looked up at Thor, a confused fake look on his face.

“What is your damage this morning?” he asked, Thor continued to smile at his brother unfazed by his response.

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1. always care for yourself first. if you don’t, there will come a time when your body runs out of breaths, and you look to the sky, wondering where they have gone.
2. your laugh is a miracle. never hide it, bless the world with it far more than you think is enough.
3. without the people in your life, you are still you. without its planets, the star still burns on. you exist separate from them.
4. you are something people dream of. the loss of you is what haunts their nightmares.
5. don’t force love. let it blossom, nurture it when it wilts, and lay it to rest when the buds have died off.
6. some will despise the parts of you which make up your greatest insecurities. attempting to fix those flaws will never make you whole. embracing them and disregarding the hateful few will.
7. love furiously with all your being. it is worth the pain.
— 

Miriam Kamens, 7 things you taught me


don’t forget, love, you have left your mark on me

Two Haunted Souls

Note: this wasn’t a request, but I’m hoping this kick-starts my writing again. I haven’t had the motivation to write lately :( which sucks, but it happens ( a lot ). I hope you all are doing well! school is starting for some of you so I wish you the best! I’m just ready for Fall. also, Fall means cozy sweater!Seb. I’m very excited for that! but without further ado, enjoy this. feedback is welcome! .c

Originally posted by imaginemarvelbae



1:34am

Your nightmare clawed at your eyelids, your nails were digging into the sheet on the bed that had been pulled from the top corners of your mattress. A light layer of sweat lay on your skin, dampening the hairline on the base of your skull. It took everything in you to wake yourself up. An ear-piercing scream erupted from your chest and broke out of your dry lips, scratching at your throat. You’d feel it later on, no doubt. You always did.

Your body quickly shot up, your breath caught in your throat. As you looked around, you found yourself safe and in your room - not in the torture chamber you had been kept in for most of your teenage years. The memories plagued your thoughts day in and day out. When it was time to sleep, that’s when the demons came to play the most. 

It was hard accepting Tony’s offer for you to live in the Avenger’s compound. It wasn’t something you were used to. In the base Hydra kept you in, you had to stay in a broom closet, so it seemed, it was way too small. You were locked away like a prisoner of sorts, used for testing – like a lab rat.

Eventually, you knew you had no other choice. They wouldn’t let you become homeless, and now that you had been rescued, keeping you safe was their priority. Hydra was still out there. Everyone was easy to talk to, but more often than not, you chose to stay quiet or to yourself. 

Your feet padded down the chilly hallway as you made your way to the elevator. You knew sleep wasn’t going to be on the agenda now. Something tugged at your gut and you just needed to get out of your room. It’s like you could feel the demons staring at you, ready to pull you under and drown you again. Taking the elevator a few floors down, you exited and walked into the living quarters. You were slow-moving, slightly swaying on your feet as exhaustion swirled around your head.

To your surprise, you weren’t alone. You looked up at Bucky and met his blue eyes as he sat still in the recliner; eerily still, like if he moved, his demons would pounce on him. The lamp on the other side of the room was on, illuminating enough light to see the details on his face. 

It was covered in sweat and his eyes were bloodshot, the underside decorated with dark circles. You knew he had nightmares and that they were the very reason he’s awake at such an unholy hour. Countless times you’ve heard his painful screams on the floor above yours. 

Steve had introduced the two of you when you arrived and he was just as quiet as you had been. There were walls built up and a sort of fear of being around anyone. He had simply shook your hand, muttering a small hello while keeping his metal hand out of the way. His past with Hydra was no secret to you. 

Taking a seat on the couch opposite of him, you sat in the middle with your knees pulled to your chest. You hugged them close and kept your eyes on your feet. As you sat, you could hear Bucky’s breathing slow down. It was heavy and labored when you entered, and you found that yours had slowed as well. Being in the same room as someone that had been through much of the same thing as you, comforted you in some twisted way.

Neither of you spoke, neither of you moved from your spots, neither of you dared to close your eyes long enough to be drug back down.

3:41am, one week later

It was as if lava had been poured on your skin. You were burning, screaming as loud as you could with no voice, the demons clawed and grinned devilishly as they ripped you to shreds. Only when you shot up in your bed once again, was your voice found, a loud scream echoing throughout your room. Your chest heaved and your fingernails nearly ripped through your sheets, the soreness evident as you relaxed them. 

You sat for a moment, taking in your surroundings. Suddenly being in your room felt foreign and unsafe. You took the elevator down to the living quarters again, keeping your eyes on your feet. You took your usual spot on the couch after switching on the lamp, pulling your knees into your chest. Your eyes looked for Bucky, but he wasn’t to be seen.

Your thoughts were loud as you sat alone. Your body was still slightly shaking and you couldn’t ignore the images that circled around your mind, until the faint sound of heavy breathing sounded through the room. Your head snapped up and your eyes landed on a rather shaken up Bucky. His chest was glistening with sweat, his hair matted slightly.

The feeling of comfort washed over you and you sighed softly, watching him take his seat in the recliner again. His eyes remained on the ground as he leaned forward, his hands clasped together with his elbows on his knees. His hair fell around his face and you didn’t want to stare at him any longer, but just as you were about to look away, he glanced up at you through his lashes. No words were spoken, only a short glance of eye contact was shared.

Until the morning sun rose, you two remained still and quiet.

2:17am two days later

You hadn’t slept. You stayed awake and wondered about Bucky. The past few nights, you both stayed in the living quarters, silent and un-moving after nightmares brought you both out of a deep sleep. It was calming, but something made you want more, in a non-creepy way. You wanted to help him, but you couldn’t even help yourself. 

What happened to you both, haunted you two to the point where closing your eyes even to blink seemed like a horrible task. It made you nauseous. You wanted to speak to him, but you could never find your voice. Especially after so many nights of waking up from your own screaming.

You sighed and sat up in your bed, feeling like you were going to suffocate in this room if you stayed in it any longer. Slipping out of your door, you made your way to the elevator. It arrived at the living quarters once again. Your hugged your arms around yourself as you walked into the room. Out of reflex your eyes went to the recliner. It was empty. You sank into yourself.

You turned towards the couch and was shocked to see Bucky sitting on the side, his eyes on his hands in his lap. He looked like he was deep in thought, and you hadn’t heard his screams all night. You weren’t sure if you should sit in your usual spot – the change in seating was odd – so you made your way over to the recliner. 

You heard a faint whimper come from Bucky before you could sit down. It sounded desperate and broken; it made your heart sink in your chest. You turned to look at him and his eyebrows were creased, his hair framed his face and his eyes were staring right at you. Did he want you to sit beside him? You bit your lip nervously as you stood there, unsure of your next move.

Taking any ounce of courage you could muster, you cautiously walked over to the couch and sat down in the middle. Bucky didn’t move and neither did you. You weren’t close enough to make skin contact, but you were close enough to feel the body heat radiating off of him. His breathing eventually slowed and you felt yourself starting to fall into that wave of comfort. You felt safe and you only hoped he felt the same way.

3:03am one week later

The closeness between you and Bucky felt natural. Many times you’ve found yourself wanting to hear his thoughts, to ask him if he’s okay, what his nightmares are about, and if he felt any relief with you beside him, like you felt. But you were scared that that itself was a dream, as well. If you spoke, he’d disappear – all of it would disappear and you’d wake up in the torture chamber.

Your body felt drained of it’s energy tonight. Your nightmares only seemed to get worse. Your throat throbbed from your screams. It lasted longer and you managed to rip your sheets up this time. It’s the worst nightmare you’ve had, and that’s saying a lot. You were taken prisoner again, but you weren’t alone. Bucky was there, tied up and tortured like you had been. You screamed out and tried to save him, you did everything you could yet nothing at all to get them to stop. You couldn’t move, you were bound to that damned chair, needles poking into your skin, injected with anything they came up with.

You entered the room and avoided looking at Bucky. You knew you’d break at any moment. Crying wasn’t something you did, or even wanted to do. It was a sign of weakness, you had been told. You cried nearly every day during the time Hydra had you. Until one night, you became numb and accepted your fate.

Bucky was exhausted, like he always was. You heard his screams moments after you woke up. When they stopped, you knew he was making his way here. His eyes followed your body as you sat down on the couch. Your hands rest either side of you on the cushion, your legs hanging off the edge. 

Your breathing was ragged and you could see Bucky’s head slightly turn, his blue eyes looking down at you with a hint of worry. You kept your eyes straight ahead, trying to keep your tears inside.

Bucky watched your lip tremble and your eyes water, the rise and fall of your chest hiccuping in motion while you struggled to hold it together. Your eyebrows creased as the images and screams flashed through your mind. The look in Bucky’s eyes in your nightmare caused you to finally break. A sob fell from your lips. The sound shot through Bucky and he looked away slowly, biting his tongue. His heart broke at the sight and sound of you breaking.

Your right hand had formed a fist and you felt a touch of metal bump against the side of it. You gasped and looked down, seeing Bucky’s hand resting palm down like yours had been. His pinky nudged your hand and you sniffled, blinking away tears as you un-clenched your fist. Both of your movements were slow and you let his hand rest on top of yours. The cool metal was nice against your heated skin. You knew how hard this was for him, but both of you needed it. He knew that.

Flipping your hand over underneath his, you watched him link your fingers together. You took a brave glance at him and looked into his blue eyes. During your crying, he had shed a few tears himself. Pain crossed his features as he held onto your hand. His metal arm was something you knew he struggled with. It wasn’t something he wanted. Neither of you had a choice in your past.

As time passed by, he relaxed into your touch and you did the same, gently tightening your hold on him. His metal thumb slightly caressed your skin. All through the night, you held onto his hand and listened to his deep breaths.

1:47am, three days later

Holding hands had become the new “normal” for you and Bucky when you two sat in the living quarters. It’s not intimate, or if it was, it was only a slim percentage. Gentle human contact was something you had been without for most of your life – you figured the same for Bucky. Only tonight, you knew for sure he would need more contact. His screams jolted you awake. For the first time, your nightmares hadn’t been the thing that woke you up, or your own screams.

He was screaming continuously and your body moved before you could think. You ran towards your door, but stopped upon hearing something you never would’ve guessed he would yell. ”Y/N!” He was screaming your name. Your hands trembled and for a moment, you couldn’t move at all. You were stuck and planted, unable to move as you listened to Bucky scream for you. 

In the short time you’d spent together in silence, a bond had formed. You felt it, you knew he did, too. When he appeared in your nightmares, you didn’t think you’d appear in his. But you were wrong.

A particularly loud scream jerked your body back in motion. You started running as fast as you could to the elevator, pressing his floor number. Luckily he was above you so you’d get there quicker. Your breathing was fast and heavy, your own nightmare still fresh. But you couldn’t think about that this time. Bucky was screaming for you and you knew tonight was the night you needed to focus on him, instead of the both of you.

You ran up to his door, the sounds of his screams louder than ever. You opened his door gently and peeked inside. He was writhing around, his metal arm gripping his pillow before throwing it across the room. You rushed over to his bed and leaned your knee on his mattress. “Bucky!” You whispered, not wanting to scare him. If you did, that metal hand wouldn’t be gripping his other pillow. He was screaming again and it hurt your eardrums but you had to do something.

Your hand reached out for his shoulder and you shook it. “Bucky, wake up!” Your voice was firmer and louder, it broke him out of his sleep and his breath hitched. He jolted up, nearly knocking you off of his bed. You backed away slowly, your hands shaking at your sides. He stared at you, not believing it was you. His eyes were wide and his chest rose and fell rapidly. 

“I’m here.” You whispered, your bottom lip trembling again. A tear fell down your cheek as Bucky reached his hand out towards you, his fingers trembling. Taking a step forward, your hand slid into his. Before you could get onto his bed, Bucky pulled you into his broad chest. It was damp with sweat but you didn’t care.

His arms held you close as he sobbed into your shoulder. Your arms loosely rest around his neck, your bodies rocking back and forth. “I’m here.” You cried, tangling your hand into his long, damp, dark hair. He nodded against you, his own sobs hiccuping as his hands gripped onto your shirt, his arms nearly crushing you against him. You two stayed in each other’s arms, holding onto the other as if it were the only thing that helped, the only thing that kept the demons away.

Slowly but surely, your breathing started to calm and match in rhythm. For once in both your lives, you felt like everything would be okay; as long as you had each other to hold onto. 

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Masterlist thing

Hey Everyone, this is my masterlist type of thing for my imagines, sorry it’s kind of long and strange, but I hope you enjoy. Love you all and I hope you have an amazing day!

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Newt Scamander X Reader imagines

Drawn Together-Newt and the reader are friends, but Newt wishes they could be more  X

Protective Side- Newt and the reader are out on a date but the reader’s ex shows up to the scene X

Flowers in Your Hair-Reader is stressed so Newt helps them relax  X

My Eyes are Different, Darling- Reader meets with a friend, but this meeting results in them feeling very insecure and Newt finds out and comforts them   X

Empty Bed- Reader has trouble sleeping   X

Chains- The reader’s heart is hurting (depression related)  X

An Unexpected Rescue- Newt and the reader step in to save a harmed creature while in the city   X

Sips of Jealousy- Reader is jealous of Newt and Tina, and later Newt finds her sobbing and drunk (mentions of drinking)   X

Early Delivery- Reader is pregnant and goes into labor in the case  X

Tickled Pink Part one - Newt meets the reader, who is a metamorphmagus and passionate creature lover, when visiting with Tina and Queenie  X

Tickled Pink Part two-  X

Handwritten Heartbreak- Newt misses the reader  X

Click- The reader is an aspiring fiction author, yet when met with Writer’s Block, they start to lose faith in their passionate and abilities, causing Newt to make things right  X

It’s What’s Best For You Sweetheart- The reader’s parents don’t like Newt, even though the fact that he’s been dating the reader since Hogwarts   X

Trinkets of Treasure- It’s Newt and the reader’s anniversary, and the Niffler steals Newt’s gift to them.  X

Just Us- Newt and the reader enjoy a honeymoon together (very fluffy)  X

Slipping Into Moonlight- Newt wakes up in the middle of the night to see the reader still awake  X

Be Mine- A Valentine’s Day imagine  X

Forget Me Not, My Love- the reader has to be obliviated following the events that occurred in New York  X

Satisfied-Part One- Newt has fallen for the reader, but he knows hat his brother and you have formed a connection (based off of the song Satisfied from Hamilton  X      Part 2

Slipping Away-Newt has been distant, and it starts to take a toll on the relationship X

It Takes Two to Cuddle-The reader is feeling quite lonely, and Newt arrives to help   X

In and Out- The reader is bullied, causing a panic attack to occur, but Newt helps comfort them (takes place at Hogwarts)  X

Please Don’t Leave Me- The reader is extremely hurt during the fight with Graves, and in that moment they reveal their feelings to Newt (probably one of the most angsty things I’ve ever written)  X

As Bad As the Niffler- Newt realizes that one of his sweaters has gone missing from his closet  X

Show You- The reader has a disability but is insecure and doesn’t think that anyone will love her, but Newt shows them otherwise (disabled fem! reader by special request)  X

Out of a Nightmare and Into a Dream- After Newt and the reader watch a scary movie, Newt comes to comfort them after noticing them let a few tears fall in their sleep. Fluffy comfort and a confession of feelings follows. X

Hearts Half Full- Reader suffers a miscarriage and begins to isolate herself more and more, but with time and care from Newt, everything starts to heal   X

Send Her My Love- (songfic) the reader is obliviated, but Newt still remembers everything they had together (Newt’s pov)   X

Sticks and Stones- Tina is jealous of the reader and Newt’s relationship  X

Ever So Charming- Newt gets himself and the reader in a tricky situation  X

Scars and Scattered Thoughts- The reader feels responsible for the scars that litter Newt’s body as they were not there to protect him, but Newt assures that that is not the case (part one is clean, part two will be a cont. and nsfw) 

Part 1  X      Part 2 (coming soon)

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Newt Scamander X Hogwarts!Reader Works

Headcanons for ALL the Hogwarts houses (List)  X

Ravenclaw Reader! part 1 X    Part 2:  X

Hufflepuff Reader! Part 1  X     Part 2:  X

Slytherin Reader! Part 1  X     Part 2:  X

Gryffindor! Reader Part 1 X     Part 2:  X

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Assorted Newt x Reader Headcanons

Traveling with Newt Headcanons   X

Newt Taking Care of You When You’re Sick/ Not Feeling Well Headcanons  X

Jealous! Newt Headcanons  X

Newt x Bookworm!Reader Headcanons   X

Random Fluffy Newt x reader Headcanons  X

More Fluffy newt x reader Headcanons   X

Newt Finding Out You Had a Bad Day Headcanons X

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Credence Barebone x Reader Imagines

Warm Hugs and Cocoa Mugs- he reader finds Credence upset in the streets and invites him in for some cocoa and comfort (Part 1X   Part 2  X

Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee

Chapter Two


Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}


You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.

FEW HOURS LATER


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)


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Draco Malfoy had perfected the art of going unnoticed. And he hated it.
But it was unfortunately a necessary evil that would hopefully be short lived. He supposed he couldn’t blame the other students for the hostility, but he hadn’t had a choice in whether or not he returned for his 8th year. After all that had happened, he would have chosen to never see any of these people again.

He sunk down in his chair, mostly concealed by the pile of books next to him. His grades were near perfect, since he didn’t do much else with his time these days. Sighing he put away his completed transfiguration essay and buried himself in his potions textbook. He nearly fell off of his chair when someone sat down quietly next to him, close enough that their elbows touched.
He purposefully chose the table in the furthest corner of the library to go unnoticed, unbothered. Bracing himself, he peeked at the person sitting next to him and couldn’t stop his mouth from falling open. Harry Potter was sitting right next to him, focusing on his potions textbook with a look of intense concentration Draco had never seen on him before. And, surprisingly, there was a pink tinge on his cheeks that was the only reason Draco was able to relax even slightly. He didn’t seem to have malicious intent. After watching him for a few minutes, during which Potter swallowed many times, Draco decided to not do anything. Hopefully Potter would make the reason for his presence known.
Draco turned back to his textbook, and promptly forgot Potter was there at all.

He jumped an hour later when Potter stood up and collected his things. He quickly refocused his attention back on his textbook. He didn’t watch Potter leave.

He was significantly less surprised when, a few days later, Potter dropped next to him in the library again. After moving his books over to make room for Potters things, they continued to work in silence and ignore each other. Although, it was difficult for Draco to ignore it when Potters hand brushed his arm after turning a page. But he tried valiantly.
This became a mostly unremarkable routine that Draco definitely didn’t look forward to.

When Draco was sitting by the lake reading a book on a Sunday afternoon and Potter plopped down next to Draco, he was quite surprised again. He looked up, and for the first time since Potter began working next to Draco in the library, they made eye contact. Potters green eyes shone with reflected sunlight and Draco didn’t know what to say. He tilted his head in question.
Potter smiled sheepishly, dropping his eyes briefly. “I saw you out the window. It’s a nice day to be out.”
Unable to suppress it, Draco laughed. “Yeah, it is.” Potter seemed taken aback by Draco’s response, but his grin indicated he was pleased. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them, staring out over the lake. Draco returned to his book.
“Draco.” Potter said quietly sometime later.
Draco blinked his way out of his book and faced Potter. He saw the sun had started to set and noticed for the first time a chill in the air.
And then he realized that Potter had called him Draco, probably for the first time ever. He felt strange. But not in a bad way. He saw Harry’s eyes widen when he saw Draco was looking at him. A blush crept over his cheeks and his sheepish smile made a reappearance. “Sorry. I meant to try that out in my head.”
And so Draco found himself blushing. He cleared his throat before replying, “That’s okay.” He paused, appreciating the weight of the moment. “Harry.”
Harry’s grin transformed into something alive. Lowering his eyes, Draco closed his book, crossed his legs and turned to face Harry.
“Why are you spending time with me?” He asked bluntly.
Harry’s blush deepened. “I don’t know how to say this without offending you.”
Draco scowled. “Now I’m offended that you think I’m so easily offended. So you might as well just tell me.” A laugh slipped out of Harry’s mouth and he quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide again.
Draco smirked and Harry let out a relieved sigh.
“Well,” Harry began, picking at pieces of grass. “I noticed that you were trying really hard to blend in with your surroundings, but I didn’t like the way you were trying to make yourself smaller. It didn’t seem right.” Draco couldn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to think. He watched as the blush spread to Harry’s neck. “You always used to seem a bit larger than life, so I guess I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay.”
After an endless silence, Harry sighed before bracing himself and meeting Draco’s eyes. The trepidation fell away quickly though, but Draco wasn’t sure what replaced it.
He looked away quickly, knowing his own eyes were too full of emotions that he didn’t want to share. When he had himself back under control he looked back at Harry.
“Thank you.” He cleared his throat. The small quirk of Harry’s lips encouraged him. “I’m fine though. I just want to get through this year as quickly and painlessly as possible.” He paused, he looked across the lake and added softly. “I didn’t even want to come back.”
They were both silent for a long time. Draco felt a soft touch to the back of his hand when Harry whispered, “I’m glad you did.”

It became normal for everyone to see Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy together. Whether they were sitting quietly in the library working or strolling around the grounds in animated conversation, no one looked twice anymore.
Draco noticed that Harry always moved his chair right next to Draco’s, so that sometimes they were pressed up against each other. On occasion Harry would join him on the couch in the common room and lean on Draco, resting his head on Draco’s shoulder.
In the months since they had become friends, Draco had stopped trying to hide. It was anyway impossible to do when Harry Potter was almost always with him.

Draco was even getting used to the attention Harry gave him. The small smiles, the chocolates he would slide over to Draco’s side of the table in the library without making eye contact. He looked forward to sitting by the fire at night, now that it was getting cold, sitting side by side and talking for hours.

He was so used to Harry being by his side that, when Harry didn’t show up at the library at all on a Sunday, he began to panic. It was mid afternoon and he should have seen Harry ages ago. Unable to concentrate, he gave up and went to the 8th years common room. Harry wasn’t there. But Weasley was, sitting on a couch with Granger. They had had a few friendly conversations but Draco still wasn’t completely comfortable with them. But he was worried.
“Hi, have you two seen Harry?” He asked them quietly. Granger smiled at him and Weasley gave a nod in greeting.
“He’s had a rough few nights.” Weasley told him. “Bad nightmares. I suspect he might be catching up on some sleep.”
Draco frowned. He had no idea that Harry was suffering from bad nightmares. He’d seemed a bit tired lately but Draco had thought it was due to the upcoming exams. He thanked Weasley quickly and hurried upstairs to check Harry’s room. The single bed in the room was empty. Feeling more and more guilty for not noticing anything was wrong, Draco slumped against the door frame. Harry had turned Draco’s year into something that didn’t have to be endured, but enjoyed.
He ran without knowing where he was going to resume his search for Harry.

The sun was setting by the time he found him. Harry was sitting on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, and it was the last place Draco had thought to look. Draco’s stomach dropped in relief at the sight of him. He was sitting with his back against an enormous tree trunk, head tilted back and eyes closed. Draco allowed himself a few moments to study his profile. Then he dropped next to Harry. As close to him as he possibly could be without actually sitting on top of him.
Harry yelped in surprise, jerking upright. Draco took the opportunity to slip his arms around Harry and rested his forehead against Harry’s temple. Harry’s breath caught, and Draco realized it was always Harry that initiated touch. He tensed, suddenly unsure. He was floored by his relief when Harry let out a shaky exhale and brought his arms up to clutch at Draco’s arm, leaning his weight against Draco.
They sat like that for a long time. And Draco enjoyed every second.

Once the sun had set completely and the chill had set in, Harry finally moved. He rubbed Draco’s arm then leaned back. After clumsily getting to his feet he extended a hand to help Draco up. He tried to let go after but Draco intertwined their fingers. Harry looked down at their hands then up at Draco with bright eyes.
“How did you know I needed you?” He asked as he brushed his thumb over the back of Draco’s hand.
Draco took a step forward and pressed his lips firmly against Harry’s.
“You saw me even when I didn’t want to be seen.” He kissed Harry again, loving how right it felt. “You’re stuck with me now.” Harry’s lips quirked up before Draco kissed him again. “If I can’t see you, I’m going to come looking.” He curled his other hand around Harry’s neck.
Harry’s smile was blinding before Draco kissed it right off.

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>Observer_  (Bloober Team  2017)

On August 15th, the developers behind Layers of Fear will release their new game, >Observer_. Set in a dystopian cyberpunk world, you play as Dan Lazarski, a neural detective known as an Observer. With your augmentations, you can hack into peoples minds to solve crimes all while reliving some of their biggest fears and nightmares. One rainy night you get a call from your estranged son, seemingly in danger and asking for help. Once you trace that call to a decrepit apartment complex in the slums of Krakow, your investigation begins.

This game hit me just like Soma did. I wasn’t sure what to expect at first, but the environment immediately grabbed my attention and before long, i was immersed completely in the world and its characters. With a mix of Blade Runner, Midgar from Final Fantasy 7, the movie Brazil and the developers own unique touch, the gritty look, feel and atmosphere of Observer are pretty much perfect. We’re talking Rapture/Arkham Asylum/Tallon IV (Metroid Prime), level of detail and quality here. While most of the game takes place in and around a single apartment complex, its size and labyrinth like layout are deceiving. I was often reminded of how Stanley Kubrick purposely built the hotel in The Shining to be confusing and off-putting. You constantly feel a sense of unease at the multitude of tight hallways with rooms that are so close, or at such odd places, they couldn’t possibly fit inside the building. While the observing (hacking minds) parts are interesting, thrilling and a nice change of pace, the true star of the show in my opinion is the incredibly realized “real world” aspect of the game. Whether you’re going door to door learning about the residents, or finding rooms that are open/unlockable and searching them for clues, or simply just exploring this steamy, crumbling, wire-strewn slum, each aspect is immensely enjoyable and rewarding.

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Of Beams and Broken Hearts

Summary: You’re a gymnast and your (sort of hot) coach…well let’s just say he hates your guts. All that changes when you make a simple error in your routine. 

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Word Count: 3,667 words

Warnings: Swearing, a bit of angst, fluff at the end

Notes: IT IS VERY SAPPY I KNOW, BUT I WRITE LIKE THAT. THINGS DEVELOP FAST IN THIS STORY, I KNOW THAT TOO. THE AGE DIFFERENCE WOULD BE 2-4 YEARS. I also know nothing about gymnastics, forgive me. 

Based off: An anonymous fluffy friday™ ask on the blog @bucky-plums-barnes 

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

“Y/N! That was terrible!” A voice hollered from the other side of the gym.

You exhaled deeply, and brushed your hand across your forehead, ridding your skin of the sweat that had accumulated there.

“Do it again!”

You slowly moved to the other side of the mat and poised yourself at the start position. Taking a breath, you began running, before planting your hands onto the ground. You pushed off the mat, turning in a round off. Pressured, you moved into a high back hand spring before propelling yourself into a double back sault. You instantly knew that you underestimated your height as you spun. When you landed, your right foot hit the mat at a different time to your left foot, making you stumble a little. You stabilised yourself quickly, but your coach had already seen it.

“Not good enough, Y/N!” He yelled, walking over, with his hands on his hips firmly.

He was wearing the same outfit he wore almost everyday-red jacket, blue tracksuit, sunglasses and brown hair swooped back slightly. To be perfectly honest, you thought he looked pretty hot in that ensemble, but there was no time to think about that because he was criticising you again, loudly.

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Nightmares (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Originally posted by drogonstone

Request- “Can you do “I need a place to stay.” & “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” with Steve Harrington? If it’s okay to ask for them together (like in one piece of writing)?”

Words- 1007

Warnings- Nightmares

You wake to the sound of something, or someone, at your bedroom window. You figure there aren’t a lot of this out at 3 am on a Saturday, so either it’s a serial killer, something that’s crawled out of the upside down, or Steve. Considering it’s Hawkins Indiana, and the gate to the upside down is closed (for now), it’s probably Steve. Yeah, it’s probably Steve.

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Younger Than Me

Request: Okay, maybe this is a weird request but could you maybe write something where the reader is on her early/mid twenties and is dating Bucky? Bucky is concerned about the age difference but the reader doesn’t care. Then Peter Parker comes along, and the loveable idiot doesn’t realize the reader is dating the winter solider himself, and gets a schoolboy crush on the reader and Bucky gets jealous - anon

Triggers: peter being adorable, jealous bucky

Word Count: 1300+

A/N: yasssssssss, peter shows his face today

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Originally posted by tomshollandss

‘Morning gorgeous’ Buckys eyes weren’t fully open yet. He had this sleepy face that made you melt where one eye was a little more open then the other and he had a small smile. His morning voice was also one of your favourite things. Rough and uneven from sleep.

‘Morning handsome’ you had been awake long enough to get used to the light shining in the window but when you hadn’t moved too much. Afraid you would wake your boyfriend. Who’s arm was wrapped around your body.

You leant up to kiss him softly then got up to walk to the bathroom. You found his T shirt hanging off the bed side lamp so decided to slip it on. Covering your naked body. You heard him groan, probably at the sight of you walking away. It put a little smile on your face.

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Harry usually has nightmares about losing Remus or Fred. He sees them fall, over and over, again and again, when he closes his eyes at night. At their worst, the nightmares take those from him that Harry knows are safe – he loses Hermione, isn’t fast enough to save Ron.

He usually wakes, sweating and breathing hard, and reorients himself with the truth.

It was easier over the summer, when he was living with Ron and Hermione in Grimmauld Place. The trio was all suffering from nightmares and, more often than not, would end up sharing a bed together, loosely touching under the blankets.

But now Harry is back at Hogwarts, and while the others are as well, the eighth year dorms aren’t separated by house. So instead of sharing with Ron, Harry has Draco as a roommate.

When Harry wakes tonight though, he’s grateful knowing the blonde is merely a few feet away. Because tonight, Harry dreamed of the Room of Hidden Things and the Fiendfyre. Dreamed of Draco, reaching out to grab onto Harry, but everything was hot and they were sweating and their hands missed. Harry missed.

He woke to the sound of screams as Draco fell into the fire.

So tonight, instead of needing to see Ron or Hermione and reassure himself that they are alive, that they are fine, Harry feels the need to do the same to Draco. Who is, conveniently, only a few feet away.

Once his breathing is back to normal, Harry pulls back his curtains and tiptoes out of bed. He invades Draco’s space, ending up inches from the blonde’s sleeping form.

Harry sees him move, can hear him breathing and knows that the nightmare was wrong. He saved Draco, just like Draco saved him. He’s alive; they’re both alive.

But for some reason, the visual confirmation isn’t enough, and Harry feels the urge to reach out and touch Draco. So he does. He lightly strokes Draco’s hair – which is silkier than it looks – and runs his thumb across Draco’s angular cheekbone.

What he doesn’t expect is for Draco’s breathing to change, for him to open his grey eyes and look up at Harry, but Harry doesn’t stop touching him.

And Draco doesn’t ask him to. Instead, Draco gently grabs Harry’s wrist and pulls him closer. He rolls over, still holding onto Harry, forcing the Gryffindor to climb into his bed.

He too understands the need for reassurance. Draco knows what it’s like to need to touch someone to know they made it out alive.

And so they fall asleep like that; Harry wrapped around Draco, and Draco holding onto Harry’s hand.