of course you do sweetheart

Dating Sirius Would Include:


  • winks from across the room
  • messy, yet very cute handwritten notes
  • loads of PDA
  • forehead kisses
  • nose kisses
  • cheek kisses
  • “Your lips aren’t the only thing I love about you, you know?
  • tickle fights
  • only to end up in a very heated snogging session
  • picnics by the lake
  • attempting to help him with homework
  • “But y/n!”
  • “After!”
  • him making sure EVERYONE knows that you’re his
  • him secretly writing to you over the break 
  • “I miss you.”
  • helping him through emotional breakdowns
  • encouraging him to talk to Regulus
  • “I can’t, y/n. I just can’t.”
  • “Of course you can, sweetheart. You’re a Gryffindor. What can’t you do?”
  • you being the first to know he ran away to James’ house
  • finally being able to spend time with him over the holidays
  • visiting James’ house all the time
  • Sirius coming to your house
  • him meeting your parents
  • them not approving at first because of his family history
  • explaining the situation to them
  • going back to school together
  • probably getting caught more than once in an empty classroom by McGonagall
  • “We were… uhhh…”
  • “Just studying professor.”
  • sarcasm is all you use
  • cuddles in the common room
  • blanket forts
  • him being really clingy
  • “I’m just going to the bathroom, Sirius.”
  • “But I don’t like it when you’re away.”
  • sneaking out onto the school grounds for late night walks
  • stargazing
  • “That’s me! Right there!”
  • “Then who’s beside me?”
  • you’re the only one who can touch his hair
  • him loving the feeling of your fingers brush through it
  • him ‘accidentally’ walking in on you getting dressed
  • “Sirius!”
  • “Whoops…”
  • you’re a part of the group 
  • the guys love you
  • them teasing you and Sirius
  • Sirius laughing about it, but always saying something cute to show you how much you mean to him
  • him being super affectionate when you’re alone together
  • always having to change
  • “Where did that skirt come from?”
  • “It’s my uniform.”
  • “Well, it’s much too short. I don’t want other boys getting any ideas.”
  • sarcastic eye rolling
  • late night chats, emotional or irrelevant
  • tears from laughter
  • tears from sadness
  • him changing into his animagus to make you feel better
  • him always being there for you
  • “I love you, y/n. Don’t ever change. You’re perfect.”
Queen of the Water (14)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: A normal girl gets thrown into the Royal world. Royal AU

Word Count:1.8k+

Warnings: swearing, fluff, nsfw slightly more smut than the previous part.


CATCH UP HERE Part 12 Part 13 Part 15

Originally posted by jlstreck

“It’s time to get up, Mrs. Barnes!” Bucky exclaimed quietly in between stolen kisses. His hips locked hers in place, making it impossible for her to move. She groans and throws her hand out, shoving her husband’s face away from her own. She shifts onto her side and tugs the blanket up further, covering her head. “That’s no way to treat your husband, Mrs. Barnes!” he gaped in shock, feigning offense.

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Awkward - Sam x Reader

The Impala’s door slamming made you flinch, and you smiled at your own timidness. Dean and Cas’s figures made their way to the front of the car, paused for a moment to utter some unknown dramatic statement, and began walking side by side towards the building ahead. You couldn’t help but notice the way their hands softly brushed together with each deliberate step. You turned your head away quickly, feeling as though you had intruded on something private. The opposite direction happened to be Sam Winchester, squished in the back seat with you. His tall frame was visibly uncomfortable, and he sat with his hands crossed awkwardly in his lap. You raised an eyebrow, and Sam met your gaze. He smirked and looked back down at his feet, almost..shyly? 

You sat in silence for a moment, basking in Sam’s discomfort, before you decided to put him out of his misery and say something. “How’ve you been?” You asked, kicking back in your seat and crossing your arms, not exactly helping with the whole ‘welcoming, relaxed’ vibe. Sam cleared his throat, and adjusted his long legs slightly. “As okay as I can be I guess.” He said quietly and broke eye contact. You became aware at that moment just how close you were being forced to sit. Sam’s knee brushed against your own, and you made a conscious effort then to move over. Sam reacted by looking both disappointed and relieved at the same time. 

You nodded softly, and glanced out the window at the picturesque forest scenery you had just so happened to park next to. After another few seconds of agonizing silence, you huffed and turned back to Sam. He looked almost scared, and his eyes widened as your legs hit his own. “What else can we talk about. We have a lot in common, it shouldn’t be this hard to make conversation.” Sam only nodded, and took a fleeting but not unnoticed glance at your bare legs. You thought nothing of this, and ran a hand through your hair. “How are you feeling relationship wise? Seeing anyone in secret?” You whispered the last part of the sentence, a mysterious gleam in your eye. Sam’s eyes widened again, and he quickly shut you down. “No, no absolutely not. I’m not, er, really looking to date right now.” Sam’s gaze fell back to his lap, and you sunk backwards, dejected. “There’s nobody that you like?” You tried again. Sam nodded, his chestnut hair falling over his face. “That I love.” 

You leaned backwards again, blowing back a wayward strand of hair. “You love someone? A woman? Does she know?” You inquired. Sam looked up at you, and you almost detected a hint of anger in his hazel eyes, although it faded as he looked into your eyes. “No.” He breathed. 

“What if she does now.” You mumbled, eyes flickering back and forth between his. Sam physically retracted, and wore a look of pure disbelief on his tired face. “What’re you..?” He rasped. You took a deep breath, and said the words before you lost your nerve again. “I kind of love you, and I have for like 3 years now, and I really really hope you were talking about me or else that’s really awkward and I’m going to have to run away and never see you again, and I don’t want to do that.” You garbled, and finished your speech as your cheeks flushed and the warm car suddenly became about 20 degrees hotter. You were met with silence from Sam, and your eyes filled with hot tears. Your hair fell into your face, and with no effort left to push it back, you hid behind it as a curtain. You went to stand up, ready to get out of the car and leave behind the boys forever, when you felt Sam’s large hand desperately grasp your own. “No, don’t go, just sit down, god, Jesus Christ.” Sam muttered under his breath as he pulled you back down next to him. You weren’t expecting such a sturdy pull, and you fell back with a yelp, to land pretty much on top of Sam. You exhaled hard, and looked up at Sam. His face bore an expression of adoration, which you pushed aside as shock at your not-so-petite body falling on top of him. He gently placed a hand on the side of your face. “Would you really have left? I would have gone after you.” Sam spoke tenderly, despite his own voice shaking. “Yes, Y/N of course I was talking about you. I’m disgustingly, deeply, truly, unconditionally in love with you.” 

Your breathing hitched, and you sniffed back the tears that previously threatened to spill. “Is this a joke? Sam if you’re being sarcastic I won’t be able to handle it right now.” You whimpered and stared up at Sam vulnerably. Sam looked almost as equally upset that you would suggest such a thing. “Who do you think I am, Dean? Of course I’m not joking sweetheart.” Sam reassured you softly. You smiled and lunged forwards to meet Sam’s lips. 

“God, I was flipping my shit before, I thought you hated me.” You giggled. Sam scoffed, and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer onto his lap. “It’s kind of hard to make normal conversation when the woman you’re unrequitedly in love with is sitting 2 inches away from you.“

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smartashes  asked:

36 or 16?

por qué no ambos?

#36: “I hate you”

#16: “Just shut up and kiss me”

You really don’t see why you and Bucky had to be assigned as a couple on this undercover mission. Natasha got to go shopping, while you and Bucky were stuck sitting outside a cafe waiting for your mark to show up. It sucks. You’d rather be kicking ass than holding hands.

What makes it even worse is that Bucky seems to be enjoying every second of your frustration. He will not stop smirking every time you sigh or roll your eyes or try to kick his ankle under the table, like this is all a really fun game to him. He’s holding your hand on top of the table, stroking his thumb across the back of yours and laughing when you try to squirm away from him. He’s a menace, and if he doesn’t watch it you’re going to kill him before this mission is even halfway done.

“Target has entered the mall,” Sam says through comms. “Heading your way, Natasha.”

You groan. Who knows how long you and Bucky will have to sit here with this charade until your target shows up. You’re supposed to be gathering intel - sometime today he’ll be meeting someone at this cafe, and you and Bucky are going to figure out why and what they’re meeting about. Until then, it’s happy couples, and it’s driving you mad.

“Y’know, we’d be a lot more convincing if you stopped glaring at me every five minutes,” Bucky says, grinning as you once again glance over to glare at him. You try to tug your hand away but he just holds on tighter, body shaking with the effort of containing his laughter.

“We’d be a lot more convincing if I actually liked you,” you snap. Bucky does laugh then, big and booming straight from his chest, his entire face lighting up. You stare at him, speechless for a second, before shaking yourself out of it. This mission is really getting to you.

“What can I get for you today?” a waitress asks as she comes up to your table. You look down to glare at the table, knowing if you tried to speak or make eye-contact you’d probably give away your cover in ten seconds flat. It’s impossible to contain your irritation when you’re around Bucky Barnes, even if it is for a mission.

“We’ll just get some coffees, please,” Bucky says, his grin practically audible. “Oh, and maybe one of those cake things you have on display.”

“Which one?” the waitress asks, “We’ve got-“

“Surprise me,” Bucky says. You resist the urge to gag.

When the waitress walks away with a giggle, you whip your head up to glare daggers at Bucky. He looks back at you with a smug grin on his face, eyes practically sparkling with how much fun he’s having pissing you off.

“Mind not flirting with anything that moves for five minutes while we’re under cover? I thought you wanted to be convincing,” you whisper-yell, digging your fingernails into the back of his hand to let him know you aren’t fucking around.

To your chagrin, Bucky grins wider and raises his eyebrows. “What, are you jealous?”

“For fucks sake,” you mutter, shifting away from him so you no longer have to look at his smug, stupid face anymore.

You scan the street while Bucky plays with your fingers and you try your best not to break his hand. The waitress returns with your coffees and a slice of orange and poppyseed cake, which Bucky thanks her profusely for. You ignore him this time, but that doesn’t roll well with Bucky at all.

He hooks his ankles around the legs of your chair and drags you towards him until you’re practically sat between his knees. You turn to give him a piece of your mind, mission cover be damned, but you find him simply smiling at you with the fork in his hand, a piece of cake stabbed on the end.

“You have got to be kidding,” you say, but Bucky just wiggles his eyebrows and moves the fork closer to your face.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he says. If looks could kill, he would be long dead.

“I hate you,” you say, but you open your mouth and allow Bucky to feed you the damn piece of cake. It tastes good, too, which is really just salt in the wound.

“Alright lovebirds, he’s heading your way,” Natasha says. “He bought a green sweater and put it on, to change his appearance I assume. I don’t think he knows we’re watching him, but he’s paranoid enough to think someone is.”

“Great, he’ll be looking for eavesdroppers,” you say. “He’ll never sit right next to us.”

“Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable,” Bucky suddenly blurts. He blushes immediately afterwards while Natasha cackles into comms.

“He’s not wrong,” she says. You glare at Bucky for the both of them.

“No fucking way. You already force-fed me the goddamn cake, I am not letting you-“

“(Y/N), just think about it for a second,” Bucky says. “If we’re making people uncomfortable with PDA, no one will want to look at us. That means if he sits next to us, no one will be looking at him. We’ll do all the work for him, and he’ll never suspect us to be watching him when we’re otherwise occupied.”

“That’s the worst fucking logic I’ve ever heard in my life,” you say. Out of the corner of your eye you see the target approaching, wearing the green sweater Natasha warned you about and walking with an unidentified woman - whoever he’s meeting, you presume.

“It’s the best plan we’ve got,” Bucky says, grinning - he’s enjoying this way too much for your liking.

“It’s a stupid plan! It’s not going to work, we’ll probably just drive him away further and fuck up the whole entire mission-“

“(Y/N),” Bucky sighs, rolling his eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

You stop talking, from pure, indignant rage, and Bucky takes advantage of that moment to cup your jaw and kiss you. He pulls you into him by the hand and you fall against his chest, your other hand coming up to brace yourself on his shoulder with a muffled yelp. Bucky bites your lip and grins way too smug. No way is he winning this one.

You grip his shirt and pull him closer, pressing your bodies together as much as you can in a public place. He grunts against your mouth as your lips slot together practically perfectly, dropping your hand to slide his arm around your waist and hold you against him. His mouth is so hot and soft it should be illegal, and despite the mission and the voice in your head yelling at you that you don’t even like him, you can’t stop yourself from humming contentedly when he slides his tongue into your mouth. It feels like molten heaven, and you’r melting piece by piece.

“Uh, guys. It worked, they’re sitting right next to you. You can stop now,” Clint says, watching the whole thing from his snipers perch. Right. The mission. Your fucking job - shit.

You pull away abruptly, gasping for breath but Bucky keeps you close with a hand on the small of your back. His lips are swollen and wet, impossible to look away from even as they curl into a sinful smirk. He slides his hand under the back of your shirt and strokes your skin, soft despite the callouses. Whatever you were going to yell at him about getting carried away gets lost in the gentle movement of his hand.

“Still think it was a stupid plan?” he whispers against your ear, so you mark doesn’t hear you from the next table over. They’re starting to discuss something in shady euphemisms that sounds a lot like a weapons deal to you, but you can barely focus.

You thunk your head against Bucky’s shoulder to catch you breath while he laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. You half-heartedly punch him on the shoulder and say, “I still hate you.”

“Of course you do, sweetheart,” Bucky says, but he doesn’t let go and neither do you.

anonymous asked:

Will you please do Matt and Dan for the ship post please! I adore your writing and posts. I refresh your page like every half hour to see if you posted anything new <3 <3 <3

you giant sweetheart what the heck of COURSE I can do danmatt for you <3


who is more likely to hurt the other?

i rlly… can’t imagine a scenario in which they’d hurt each other being as healthy as they are when we meet them in tfc but for argument’s sake it might be matt?? their relationship comes from a place of slow gorgeous trust and mutual respect but matt had to unlearn some bad habits that might have done some damage early in their relationship (the various consequences of drugs and being a physically intimidating dude when dan has every right to be wary of physically intimidating dudes and also wanting to be with and protect dan when she’s so capable herself) 

who is emotionally stronger?

Dan tbh she took care of her gd self for so long, and her level of composure and confidence is the last few pages of a longer novel that we only get snippets of. She spent years supporting herself, and supporting ungrateful ass cathy, dancing for money and taking no shit, like the world flipped her off and she broke its fingers

matt is strong but he is tender and he still expects better from the world

who is physically stronger?

okay like I GUESS it’s matt but it’s a close ass thing 

you know that scene from that disney short where this massive dude beats everyone in arm wrestling w/o breaking a sweat, and then his gf kisses him and he gets so distracted that she slams his beefy arm down and wins? yeah that’s danmatt

who is more likely to break a bone? 

im gonna say dan bc I feel like she would play so hard that someone would break her nose or smth and she would sniff the blood back up into her face and keep playing. Like she’s such an unrelenting captain…. she would

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

mmmm i think dan could do some damage if she were trying hard enough. She’ll ream someone out if they’ve done something wrong (again,, captain) bc she doesn’t spare feelings when she thinks they could learn something instead. but man it rlly gets to matt. he kind of has a history of not feeling quite good enough 

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

if dan knows she was harsh she’ll make things right, like she has the most sharply accurate moral compass ever designed. Usually though – it’s matt, because he wants to make sure dan knows that she doesn’t have to hold everything together on her own. she deserves better and matt tries every day to be better

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

dan is not a nursemaid she kicks ass & doesn’t take care of it but if u don’t think she gasps and grabs matt’s face and turns it towards the light and dabs too hard at his bruises ur wrong!!! (i don’t know if matt could take care of dan’s injuries bc he would be shaking too hard)

who is in constant need of comfort? 

along the same vein as emotional strength, matt has some delicate memories that try to get in the way of his life while dan keeps hers a little more tightly bound? that being said like. they both help each other to work through their pasts and calm each other down w soothing hair stroking at 3 am tbqh they’re just so healthy. what the hell

who gets more jealous? 

matt lmaoooo like sure dan will put a hand in matt’s back pocket if things get dicey at the club but matt knows how fuckin hot his gf is, and like he trusts her to the end of the earth but men are gross, and he knows this, and if they try shit he will grit his teeth so hard his jaw cracks (he ain’t intervening tho, he knows dan could rip off a dick if need be)

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

it’s not realistic

who will propose? 

technically I also wrote this in the bg of my andreil proposal fic here –

but i could see it going either way? imagine how honoured to death matt would be if dan proposed…….. like imagine the tears……….. the pda

let’s just say if matt takes too long u can bet on dan stepping in and buying her damn self a ring

who has the most difficult parents?

ok first of all I want u to know I reread dan’s backstory for this and I cried.. hard

i don’t actually remember what the deal is with dan’s parents after all that but I do know her aunt cathy can choke and that dan “asked her to be her mother” and that shit absolutely did not work out

from the shape of dan’s life pre-foxes it looks like her parents were absent (dead? i don’t?? remember?) and Matt’s parents are difficult, but his mom tries hard and he loves her sm

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

son it’s mutual, every time. they’re affectionate bastards for real, once they’re in they’re in deep (i can’t describe how many tackle hugs take place….. it’s in the thousands)

who comes up for the other all the time? 

they’re THAT couple who you can’t even separate in your head like they’re dan&matt. full stop. they’re all about that nonstop togetherness and talking about each other so…….. 

who hogs the blankets? 

again matt piles up the blankets and tries to make his gf as comfy as possible and dan is secretly so in love w the feeling of being surrounded and supported so she lets him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

who gets more sad? 

fucking……….. it’s always both

dan is so fucking grateful for what she has, for the father and team and love that she found all on her own. but she still remembers the dozens of skipped meals and the sound of her aunt getting fucked half a trailer away and the sting of having to grow up faster than she could physically grow, and the sick sweep of eyes all over her, and the underestimation on top of underestimation

matt’s never going to be completely over the way years of his life are a blur from the drugs, and his father didn’t really care what the fuck he got into, like 

the sad never goes away

who is better at cheering the other up? 

they’re both so good at this honestly read any scene where neil is struggling in the books and danmatt will be there and they won’t leave until neil is like. tucked in.

matt’s better at really vicious honest protectiveness, too earnest to even try to ignore, and dan’s really good at fierce kindness & revenge promises & taking ppl’s minds off of things

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

dan will take any opportunity to slap sense into someone, next

who is more streetwise?

oh absolutely dan

matt is super aware! of the world! and he’s no stranger to seedy parties and back alley brawls tbH but dan had a job at a strip club at the age of like 16 paying bills and taking care of business she SAW shit

and she’s out here killing it and still managing to be well liked and honing her talent! an icon on the streets & on the court

who is more wise?

this is a tough one?? idk man they’re both smart they both have experience and they’re efficient as fuck

if u remember when neil was struggling w his course load and they immediately swooped in like ‘u…. idiot…….. u ever heard of scheduling’ and fixed it for him?? school is their bitch

who’s the shyest? 

???? neither????? they adopt friends at first sight bro

who boasts about the other more? 

they’re both constantly flushed with fuckin pride about each other but matt’s the sort of guy who says ‘that’s my girl’ unironically. she’s captain straight out of high school! she’s the best dancer he’s ever seen! the kindest person! the toughest! the stars are always in his eyes I s2g

who sits on who’s lap? 

i mean canonically dan is in matt’s but I bet you matt would sit with his legs flung over dan’s lap and his head tucked into her neck 

Pet Names [Stucky Ficlet].

As much as Steve liked to pretend he didn’t need help or affection, he loved it when Bucky called him sweet things like, ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart’. But what really made his heart swell and turned his insides to jelly, was hearing Bucky say, 'baby doll’, because back before the war, Steve used to hear his best friend calling all the pretty women that, while he silently wished he was the one on the receiving end. But no one would look at him back then, not like Bucky would look at the dames he’d take out on dates (or at least, that’s what Steve thought, Bucky really only had eyes for him). Even though things were different now, Steve wasn’t frail or sickly; he still was a bit self conscious.

So, the first time Bucky called him that, they’re in the communal kitchens, making lunch for the rest of the team, when, “pass us the butter, would'ya baby doll?”

It just fell from Bucky’s lips effortlessly, naturally, and Steve turned to him wide eyed, pink in the face, looking at Bucky like he’d just told him they’d fixed world poverty.

“What? What did I do -?”

But Steve had already dropped what he was doing and tucked himself into Bucky’s arms, melting against the brunette.

“Stevie?” Bucky asked concerned, wrapping his arms, both flesh and metal around his baby, “what’s wrong?”

Bucky was at a loss, not knowing what to do. Steve clung onto him for dear life, and whimpered into his neck like something awful had happened. He was never like this not when the others could easily walk in and see. But Steve just didn’t care.

“Say it again,” Steve mumbled, lips parted against Bucky’s pulse, and then pleaded, “please.”

“Pass the butter?” Bucky asked incredulously, rubbing Steve’s back with his flesh hand, while the metal held onto his hip, keeping him close.

Steve snorted, laughing into Bucky’s neck, “no, not that, jerk.”

And then…oh. Oh. Bucky got it.

“Baby doll?” he smiled, his heart swelling in his chest, because fuck, he loved Steve so much, tentatively kissing his temple, “I love you, baby doll.”

Steve let out a soft broken noise, and burrowed in closer, “you do?”

Bucky held on tighter and mentally cursed all the people who had ever made Steve doubt himself, “'course I do, sweetheart. You know that. Tell you every day, don’t I?”

Steve nodded, and Bucky was sure he could feel tears, “you called me, baby doll.”

“Oh, Stevie,” Bucky cooed, drawing back only slightly to cup Steve’s face, wiping away the tears on his cheeks, “you like that, don’t ya?”

Steve blushed, biting his bottom lip and nodded, “you used to call your dates that…wanted you to call me that…like being yours. Makes me feel…I dunno safe, warm.”

Bucky growled and smashed his lips against Steve’s, murmuring between kisses, “mine(kiss), my baby doll (kiss, kiss, kiss), okay? Always have been (kiss), wanted to call you that for years.”

Steve smiled bashfully and tucked himself against Bucky again. Smiling, the brunette held his boy close and when he heard a snort behind him, followed by an incredulous – “baby doll?” – Bucky squared his shoulders and growled.

“Five seconds Barton and I’m chuckin’ this goddamn plate at your head.”

Clint was gone before Bucky could even start counting.

Steve chuckled and pecked his boyfriend’s neck, “didn’t have to do that.”

Bucky grinned, “wanted to, baby.”

And God, Steve melted just like that.

Picture Perfect - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,719

Summary: The reader tries to convince Dean to be her fake fiance, so she can impress her boss and get a promotion.

Part 1 Part 2

“What the hell?” You mumble to yourself as you sit up in bed.

How did you get in here?

The last thing you remember is drunkenly eating omelets with Dean and then watching TV on the couch.

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How’s That For Vanilla?

Request: “I love your Newt smut. It uh relaxes me tbh. Can I request one where like, the reader teases Newt to the point of Newt entering Beast mode and like yeah. Love your writing.” + “Boiii do I gotta request for u, ohmygod okay so lk I don’t know much about sex toys and when they were invented, but imagine how Newt would react upon you asking him to use them on you during the sex???? Like boi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) can you pls do a fic on this?? I would be most grateful <3 bless”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: SmuT of course!

A/n: sorry that this is a lot shorter than I hoped it would be! but u know me, I have a lot more Newt smut to write! ;^)

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“I have a surprise for you.” You skipped as your rounded the corner to your apartment.

“Hm? And what’s this surprise?” Newt asked, raising his brow in a certain amused fashion.

“If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” You giggled. The tall, freckled man wrapped his arms around your waist, spinning you with an excited chuckle.

He let you go, but the motion of the twirl had left the snowflakes around you zooming around in a slight whirlwind, one landing on Newt’s nose. You grabbed his hand with your gloved one and continued to the door of the apartment block.

“I’ll give you a hint.” You turned to him as he fetched the key from his pocket. “It’ll be sure to warm us both up.”

“Good. I’ll need something to unfreeze my bones.” He said, frowning as his hands continued to pat his pockets. You groaned, pulling out your own wand and chanting a quick “Alohomora”.

“How many times has it been now? 3 just this week?” You sighed. Newt shrugged.

“I bet the Niffler has gotten his grimy paws on it again.” He replied.  

You both continued up the stairs to your shared apartment, smiling wildly as the anticipation spurred inside of you. Once you got inside, Newt was quick to discard his coat and scarf, pulling you into a tight embrace so he could lay a warm kiss on your cheek.

“Time for the surprise?” He asked, his eyes lit up eagerly.

“Go wait in the bedroom.” You smiled, and he beamed back at you, turning to head towards the bedroom.

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Run Away

Anonymous said: So I saw this quote today and I was wondering if you could do a Dean/reader oneshot based off it? “You don’t know you’ve fallen for someone until after it happens.”

Anonymous said: Hi! First off, I’m addicted to your writing, it’s so good! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader confesses her love to Dean and he doesn’t feel the same way, but after a few weeks/months he starts to fall for her? Whether or not the reader takes him at the end is up to you :) Thank you so much! <3

@-sidetracked- said: Can we make this like, a dean story please where like dean is in love with the reader and he isn’t supposed to be so he tried to forget like all the memories and stuff but she still comes around for Sam and cas and Charlie so he can’t and it’s really hard for him

A/N: I seriously loved these requests so much, thanks guys.

Word count: 4,538

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst.

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Low Heavens (Part II) High Hells (Part III) Train Wreck (Part IV) Just Not Tonight (Part V)


“Anyhow, Sam still doesn’t know it was me who accidentally burned the hole in the carpet,” Dean smirked. “He thinks it was just the person that was there before us.”

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Super Mom

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12

A/N: so… third part. Hope you’ll like it! Tell me if you want a part 4.

Pairing: Bucky x single mom!reader

Words: 4,142

Warning(s): some talk about “the birds and the bees”

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Family Au where Keith and Shiro are going out of town for business and the kids are sent to the galra family for the week till they get back.

[The Voltron Family] It was summer and Keith’s company was having an event for a week that required him to bring Shiro. They couldn’t bring the kids as much as they wanted to, so their lil babies will be staying with The Galras.

Hunk: *tugs Keith’s dress shirt carefully* Take me with you, please? *sobs*
Keith: *buttons his shirt* Baby, I can’t. Kids aren’t allowed in there. *frowns*
Hunk: *rubs his eyes* That’s a very mean event if they don’t want kids.
Shiro: *chuckles* *picks up Hunk* Now go kiss Daddy cause we still have to drop you off at Grandpa Zarkon.

Zarkon opened the door and welcomed them to his house.

Zarkon: Good Morning, neighbours. *holding a cup of tea*
Shiro: Good Morning. Sorry it’s still a bit too early but the car’s already waiting outside for us. *points at the back for proof* So we have to do this quick.
Zarkon: *smiles* Oh, that’s fine. Sendak and Haggar are still sleeping because god knows my grandkids are secretly 90 y/o. *chuckles*
Shiro: *smiles* Of course. Anyhoo, Keith will take it from here. *turns around and ushers the kids inside*
Keith: I can’t thank you enough for doing this, Zarkon.
Zarkon: Oh, please, Keith. It’s my pleasure. My kids love having playdates in your house, I don’t see why I shouldn’t welcome yours here? 
Keith: You’re too kind. *places hand on chest* Anyhoo. *gives Zarkon a thick folder* Inside this are the list of food Hunk, Lance and Pidge are allergic to. Also their favourites of course. *smiles* Hunk loves cold chocolate milk before bed, if he’s been good he can get two mugs. Pidge and Lance likes hot choco milk, add a little bit more sugar for Pidge, it helps to keep her brain running. And of course other things are in there too. *brings a box* Here are the DVDs that contains anime shows that they are currently watching. I’ve placed a list inside a schedule and which episodes they are already in. Don’t let Lance rewatch Sailor Moon no matter how many times he tells you, because we’ve rewatched the whole thing five times now. Free! Eternal Summer is what they currently adore. They’re in episode 9 now, so make sure you let them watch the OVAs per DVD. They love those! There’s the movie there, too. Recently bought it. It’s a surprise for them! They’re usually quiet watchers but Hunk gets all giddy when Makoto gets on the screen so just let him be. It’s adorable to be honest. Melted my heart. *clutches chest* Oh and some are in Japanese but it’s fine. My children are fluent. *smiles proudly* Usually Lance has a bit of trouble so I have the iPad here ready for Japanese translations, but usually Pidge will be willing to help—if she’s in a good mood. And—
Zarkon: *stops him* Okay, Keith. I think I’ll manage. I’ll take this… *gets the very thick and heavy folder* and of course the box of shows.
Keith: *beams* Thank you. I still have 3 more boxes! But they have labels and notes so you’ll just have to read through that. And of course my children’s suitcases. Shiro, love, help me with these, yeah?
Shiro: Of course. *helps Keith bring in three big suitcases*
Zarkon: *eyes widens at all the stuff* 
Keith: Okay, I think that’s about it! Thank you so much again for doing this for a week! We owe you! *hugs Zarkon* 
Shiro: Alright, kids. We’re about to leave now so bring them hugs and kisses in.

Keith didn’t want to go. Couldn’t even let go of Hunk but Shiro had to drag him out of the Galra’s lawn just to get his butt on the car. “We miss you already!” Keith shouted as the car drove away.

Zarkon looked at the three kids staring at him, as if waiting for him to tell them to do something. He asked the butler to take their stuff to the guest rooms.

Zarkon: C’mon. Let Grandpa Zarkon show you to your quarters.
Lance: Quarters? What on earth is that?
Pidge: *rolls her eyes* Bedrooms, Lance. Anyways. Grandpa Zarkon?
Zarkon: Yes, dear?
Pidge: If Haggar and Sendak are staying with you, does that mean their mommy and daddy are away too?
Zarkon: Uh, well… you see. *smiles sadly* Haggar and Sendak are actually not related to me at all.
Lance: *blinks* Oh. Like us with our daddies. So what are they then?
Zarkon: They’re grandchildren of my late butler who took care of me ever since I was a child, so he meant a lot to me. They didn’t know who the father was but the mother died giving birth to Sendak. Before my butler died, I promised him I will give his grandchildren the best of everything life could offer. *smiles sadly*
Hunk: *squeezes Zarkon’s hand* You’re very kind, Grandpa Zarkon.
Zarkon: *heart melts* *squeezes back* I’ve never told them so I’d appreciate it if they keep believing I am their real grandpa. It’ll just be our little secret.
Three Kids: You can count on us! *salutes*

The whole week had been great. They ate so many delicious food that they usually didn’t eat back home. The types they couldn’t even pronounce because it was some fancy French food—though Pidge tried. They cooked purple pie in the kitchen with Grandpa Zarkon and it turned into a hilarious mess. The pie was good though. They went to a lot of places and usually Haggar and Sendak didn’t seem to enjoy it but at the end of the day they hugged their grandpa saying their thanks. 

Keith and Shiro video called every night asking how they were and fairly enough they were loving their stay with The Galras.

Lance: And then one time Haggar was able to shoot the arrow straight to the bullseye, Daddy Shiro! She didn’t miss a single one! It was awesome! *giggles as he falls into his bed* Can we get something like that too?
Shiro: We’ll see about that, buddy.
Pidge: Grandpa Zarkon showed me his library the other day. They were some books with weird alien language. Daddy Keith, do you think there are aliens out there? *leans way too close to the iPad screen* Do you, huh? Huh?
Keith: *chuckles* Of course I do, sweetheart. There are just so many unexplainable things that only aliens can do. We’ll discuss that when we get home. I have so many theories on—
Shiro: Okay, okay. That’s enough. *rolls his eyes at keith* Don’t get started on aliens or you wouldn’t hear the end of it from your Daddy Keith. 
Hunk: *hugs Cuddles* Daddy Keith, I miss you and Daddy Shiro too.
Keith: Awww, baby. Daddy misses you too. *teary eyed* Shiro we need to go.
Shiro: *chuckles* For the last time, Keith, we are not booking a flight home.

These two requests didn’t initially marry up until I created a very specific plot for them. However, that presented the issue of length. Thus this piece is a two-parter, with the second one on the way presently. Thanks to @tinkerbelldetective and @hijikira for the requests. I had more fun writing this that I anticipated. 

Prompt[s]: How about a non-suggestivefor Loki where reader has had a large argument with her family, she returns to Stark Tower very ticked off and she slams her door and begins breaking down? Loki checks on her and comforts her.

Hello! Would you be willing to write a request in which the reader is an agent who gets close to Loki for the purpose of a mission? They both end up developing feelings for each other, but then it falls apart when Loki realizes he was manipulated and betrayed.

“National Security” (Part 1)

You looked up at your childhood home and couldn’t help but think it looked different.

Standing on the pavement, your eyes followed the driveway that was sprinkled with copper leaves. The lawn that bordered it to the left was freshly mowed and you could smell the dew that had been torn up as a result. At the end of a driveway was an oak porch. The wooden step at the top of the driveway was bowed with the weight of the many feet that had utilised it. Your dad never used the step. He was a tall, gangly man with legs long enough that he could step onto the porch without it. You smirked at the thought.

The large bay window on the left of the porch, overlooking the grass, was sparkling too. He must’ve been spring cleaning. He never let your mum clean – “She always leaves bits. You can see the smears on the window!” Part of you suspected that your mum did it on purpose. She always was where you got your cunning.

You stepped up onto the porch and raised your fist to knock, only stopping at the sight of the peeling green paint.

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((Good! Don't worry, it's not really time sensitive.)) # Heya Mobster. I know you're not a huge cuddler, but do you think we could make an exception for a bit? It'd be nice to have some company while I'm writing, and you could help me brainstorm, if you want! I just... am craving some physical contact right now.

*he chuckles and opens his arms, already sitting on the couch. His tie is loosened and he pulls you to sit next to him and against his side* o’course sweetheart, i’d do anythin’ for you. *he tilts his head to look at you, with his signature lazy grin* so, wanna tell me about your newest project? how can I help? *he starts to absentmindedly play with your hair* i’m all ears… well metaphorically speakin’

((I hope you’re okay with me answering! -Mod K))

Teenager (Request)

Could you maybe do one with Harry and a teenage daughter and she’s insecure about something and won’t open up to him but he gets her to and just daddy!Harry fluff??

I’m gonna try not to rehash any of the stuff I wrote for blurb night…


Harry had definitely not prepared himself for being the father of a teenage girl. How could you, really? It’s one thing to read all the baby books when they’re little and get advice from parents and friends who also have babies, but as soon as the baby is no longer a baby but an overemotional, unpredictable 14-year-old teenage girl, all the books and advice get thrown out the window.

Both you and Harry had been trying your best to deal with (Y/D/N)’s rapidly changing moods and needs for the past few years ever since she decided that being 11-years-old was a perfectly acceptable time to start acting like a 16-year-old.

You knew it was hard on Harry to see his little girl start to shut him out more and more. Gone were the days of the two of them having daddy/daughter dates and telling each other secrets that not even you were privy to. Harry and (Y/D/N) had always had a bond between them that you couldn’t understand. She loved you, of course, and the two of you had a special connection as well, but it paled in comparison to what she and Harry had. You figured it was likely the result of Harry wanting a little girl for so long and finally getting one after waiting so patiently until you were ready.

Harry tried his best to keep things as normal as possible, but there were just some things that a 14-year-old girl didn’t want to tell her dad. The first time that (Y/D/N) had gotten her period, you were at work and she was home with Harry. Harry had called you in a panic saying that she had locked herself in the bathroom and wouldn’t come out. When he asked what was wrong, all she would say was, “I just need mom, okay!?!” She had calmed down as soon as you got home and helped her clean everything up. When Harry had asked you about it that night and you explained it, he couldn’t understand why she was so hesitant to tell him.

“I don’t get the big deal. It happens to every woman, yeah?” He mumbled.

You had laughed. “Babe, it took me months before I would tell you when I was on my period. It’s just…one of those things that sometimes girls get a little embarrassed about. But she’s fine now, don’t worry.”


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All Over Again - Part 9

Part 8

Liz’s P.O.V

If anyone saw how I exited his room, they would have thought I was drunk. I walked away not really knowing where I was going. I have had enough. Even though I felt slightly bad for the things I told him I wasn’t regretting one word. In the few days that I have been living here, he has broken my heart more times than he has in all the years we have been together. That has always been the main cause of our fights. Even when he was right he had to be cruel and hurtful about it. It was never easy to talk to him when he was pissed off. When we used to fight, he would leave and wouldn’t come back for hours. We didn’t fight often, but when we did it was rough. I was always left by myself to pick up the pieces. I should have gotten used to it by now, but it is just hard. Why does he have to be like that?

Before I realised what was happening and where I was going I found myself outside. It was late. It must have been about 1 am. Having a watch would be a luxury nowadays. Mine stopped working a couple of months ago, but I was still wearing it for some reason. There were only a few people outside and only three guards by the main gate. I had to get out of here. I felt like a prisoner. Like I couldn’t breathe.

I knew I was taking a huge risk by trying to sneak out of the Sanctuary. I was debating whether I wanted to go to Hilltop or to Alexandria. I needed to see and talk to Maggie. Whenever I had a problem I would always go to her and it was so weird that she wasn’t close to me anymore. But I also wanted to see Daryl, I missed him. We had a weird yet close bond. I couldn’t go to Sherry. She wouldn’t understand. In some way, she still thinks we’re in the past. But we are not. I thought that me and him could exist in the same place without any problems and maybe someday we would work things out. That is not going to happen, though. It will never be the same again. I need to get out.

Sneaking out of the Sanctuary without drawing any attention to myself was easier than I thought. The guards were pretty good at keeping everything out but not at keeping everything in. Good for me I guess. I decided I wanted to go to Alexandria. I wanted to see Daryl. I am not sure how long it takes to walk to Alexandria but probably about 2 hours. Maybe more. I am not going to stop, I have to go. I need to see him. He is the only one who can help me.

I haven’t been outside in three days but it felt more than that. I then realised that I only had one pocket knife with me. It wasn’t exactly my choice of weapon but it was better than nothing. A gun would draw attention and it would be easier for Negan to find me. Because there is no way that he wouldn’t figure out I was gone. Maybe not tonight but tomorrow he would know something is wrong. I don’t think he is going to try to talk to me tonight. It was the first time that I was so harsh towards him. I even threw my wedding ring at him. My finger kept moving over the spot where my ring used to be. I haven’t taken it off in ten years. It felt odd.

I kept walking and walking. It was quiet. I didn’t come across any walkers so far. That was good. My head was fuzzy and I didn’t have the physical energy to fight anything right now. It was cold and I was dressed only in jeans, a T-shirt and a very light jacket. I was never a fan of the cold. I always preferred a warm weather and the beach. Cold beverages and short summer clothes. Negan on the other hand always liked the cold. He liked Christmas and the snow. Coats and scarves and gloves. We didn’t even have that in common. I shook my head trying to get all of these thoughts out of my head. It wasn’t really helping the situation.

But the memories pushed through and it was painful. I have spent so many years with him. Despite the bad memories, which were a lot, we had a lot of great memories also. I have gotten used to it ever since the apocalypse started. It is easier to consider him dead. But now that I know he is alive it’s all messed up. I had imagined it differently. That we would find each other and that everything would be like they used to be.

I am dumber than I thought I am. I laughed to myself. How can I be so stupid? You can’t control him, you stupid girl. You never could. He never listened to you. To anything you ever said. He never needed you. He will let go of you like it’s nothing. He might not even look for me. Perhaps he will think it is going to be easier this way. To just let me go. I will go back to staying in Alexandria. When he comes to collect our stuff from us, I will stay inside or I will go on a run that day. I would be able to visit Maggie whenever I want. I will not be able to see Sherry and Dwight as often though and I can’t leave them now that I have found them. They will understand though. They have to. They will have to visit me there.

Yes, this is the way it should be. I am not leaving Alexandria ever again. He has to understand. After what happened tonight he will. He is not going to be difficult about it and he will be free to be with Megan or any of his sluts he wants. This is the right way.

Before I could realise it, I was in front of the walls of Alexandria. Someone was on watch duty but I couldn’t understand who exactly. As I got closer I realised it was Abraham.

“Hold it right there. Who are you and what do you want?” he asked. He didn’t recognise me. It was dark. I am not blaming him.

“Abe, it’s me. Liz. Can you please open up?”

He lowered his gun as he was obviously confused about what I was doing here.

“Shit Liz. What are you doing here? You alright? Come on. I’m opening up right now.” he said and did, in fact, open the doors. The minute I stepped inside I felt some kind of safety. I felt like I was home but not quite. I approached him and I wasn’t expecting him to hug me but he did. I missed him too. I missed everyone.

“We were so worried about you, Liz. How are you? Did he hurt you?”. As much as I loved Abraham I wasn’t about to open up to him about this. Not right now anyway.

“I am fine, Abe. Don’t worry. I am okay. Can we talk later? I need to see Daryl. I have to talk to him.” He smiled at me.

“Of course you do sweetheart. Go on. He should be in his room. His wound wasn’t that serious but he is not quite alright yet. I am sure he would be glad to see you.”

“Thank you, Abraham. Can you please not tell everyone I am here? I want to speak to Daryl tonight.”

“Sure thing. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He hugged me goodnight and moved back to the watch tower. I walked to the house Daryl lived in hoping that I wouldn’t come across anyone else tonight. I was tired. I tiptoed inside the house heading straight to his room. I knocked but got no answer. So I decided to walk in any way. He was spread out on the bed. His shoulder was in bandages and he looked so pale. He must have lost a lot of blood. The doctor from the Hilltop would have probably wanted to keep him there for a few days, but knowing Daryl he definitely refused.

He was fast asleep but did not look like he was in any pain. I felt a little bad for wanting to wake him up, but this is the reason why I ran away. I need to talk to him. I closed the door behind me and moved closer to the bed. I placed gently my hand on his forehead to check for a fever but he wasn’t warm. That’s a good sign, I guess. His hair was getting longer and longer. You could barely see his eyes anymore. He really needed a haircut.

“Liz? What are ya doing here?” he asked me sitting up. He was surprised to see me of course.

“Hey,” I said placing my hand on his cheek. God, I missed him. “Yes. I’m here. How are you? Are you in any pain?”

“Nah, I’m fine. It hurt like a bitch when the doctor tried to take the bullet out. And I lost a lot of blood. But I am fine now. I saw Maggie and Glenn the first day we stayed at Hilltop, they’re all right.”

“Why didn’t you stay there as well? The doctor could have taken better care of you.”

“I can’t stay there, Liz. What if that psycho decides to hit us? I need to be here.”

“Who is the psycho?”

“What, are ya fucking kidding me? That asshole ya call your husband. Speaking of whom, how are ya here? Did he just let ya go?” Oh right, Negan’s the psycho.

“No.” I paused. He is probably going to get mad at me. “Actually, he doesn’t even know I’m here. I ran off in the middle of the night. I have no idea how I didn’t get caught.” Even though, the reason I came here is to speak to him, all of a sudden I didn’t know where to begin.

“Ya realise that he is gonna come looking for ya right?” he seemed worried rather than mad.

“Yes, I know that Daryl. But you don’t understand. I had to get away.”

“Ya had to? Why? What happened over there?”

“Everything is different. For a split second, I really thought that things could go back to normal, somehow. But that can’t happen. It’s clear now. We have both changed so much. But I can never win with that man. The man I fell in love with and dreamed about building a life with is gone.”

“Did he hurt ya?” he seemed like his temper was rising.

I took his hand in mine and looked into his eyes, even though I could barely see them with his hair all over. He always worried about me so much. And he always took care of me. Whenever I couldn’t take care of myself. He taught me everything about surviving.

“No. Not like that. Don’t worry. He is just trying to push me away. He doesn’t want to let me in. His whole demeanour has changed. It’s like I am trying to understand him but he doesn’t want me to. And he is confusing me all the time.” I can still remember how he kissed me that time.

“Do ya still love him? He is a dangerous man Liz.” I realised I was still holding his hand.

“Of course I do, Daryl. He is my husband. I’ve spent nearly 10 years with him. But I can’t see him as the man you do.”

He pulled his hand away from mine and stood up. He started pacing back and forth. “Don’t ya see that he would have killed one of us if ya weren’t there that night? That is all that kept him from killing us.”

“I get that, but he didn’t. He did not kill any of us.”

“And what if ya had stayed back that day? And what if ya had stayed back that day? How would ya have felt when ya would have figured out later that your precious husband killed someone ya love?”

“But that didn’t happen, alright? I have enough on my plate as it is.”

“I am just trying to prove to ya that he is not the man ya think he is. And he is going to figure out ya left. Sooner or later. What happens when he comes here? What if he’s willing to kill to get to ya?”

“He knows that if he hurts someone I love I will not go back to him. Ever. He is going to try to take me back to the Sanctuary by force. But that’s it.”

I looked at him and he seemed so distressed. He also looked ready. Daryl was always ready to face whatever threat came upon him. And he did consider Negan a threat. How couldn’t he? But he wasn’t a threat to me.

“Listen. I am really tired. I walked here all the way from the Sanctuary. Can I stay here tonight, please? If you don’t want me to, I can leave.”

“No. Don’t. Of course, you can stay. Come here.” he said approaching me. He lied on the bed and I snuggled close to him while he put his arms around me. I haven’t felt this safe ever since I left Alexandria. Daryl had the same scent. It hasn’t really been that long but it felt like too long.

“Thank you, Daryl. For everything.”

“Go to sleep angel.” he said kissing my forehead as I drifted off to sleep.


Negan’s P.O.V

I woke up the next morning with a major fucking headache. It was 9 am. My watch still worked miraculously. I haven’t fucking slept in, in a long time. The light was peeking through the blinds. I dreamed about Liz. Nothing unusual. I always seem to dream about Liz. I hurt her a lot. It has gotten out of hand. She needs to be safe. Her life can’t be in danger because of me. But we can’t go on like this. I am going to keep hurting her and that is the last thing I want. She can’t stay here anymore. But I also don’t want to let her out of my sight ever again. How can I be certain that she will be okay? Should I depend on Daryl to keep her safe? No, fuck him. I don’t want him anywhere near her. She can’t leave. But she also can’t stay here like this. I should just talk to her and see how everything is going to work out.

I finally decided to get up but my head felt heavier than it ever did. I didn’t even get drunk last night. As I got up I heard something falling on the floor from my bed. It was the rings. I forgot I fell asleep with our wedding rings in my hand. I still remember the day I proposed to her. She was so surprised, even though I am sure she knew I was planning it for two weeks. She told me it was one of the best days of her life. And I swore that I would never hurt her like this. So much for keeping my word.

After I got dressed, since I wasn’t really hungry, I decided to go find her. She should be in her room. Knowing Liz, she is probably going to ignore me and act like I am not there. She used to do that all the time back in the day. As I was about to knock on her door Dwight ran towards me, almost knocking me down.

“What the hell Dwight?”

“We have a problem.” he told me. Great. What the fuck happened now?


Liz’s P.O.V

I woke up from a loud noise coming from inside the room. I instantly got up from the bed out of habit. Apparently, it was Daryl who bumped on some furniture. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was really trying not to wake me but it was in vain. I giggled and he heard me. He had an apologetic look on his face.

“Hey.” I told him stretching out on the bed. I haven’t slept so peacefully since I left Alexandria.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake ya.” he said.

“Oh, it’s okay. Don’t worry. I shouldn’t be sleeping for so long again.”

“Again? Ya never sleep in!” he sat at the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, but I should be up. Thank you for letting me spend the night. I needed it.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Even though this was great I knew that it wasn’t going to last long. Any time now he is going to be here and I am going to go back to reality.

“Stay here with me.” Daryl said.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Stay here. With me. When he comes, say that ya want to stay with me. Talk to him. Make him understand. Stay here with us. Not just for me, for Rick, for Carl and Judith and for Maggie and Glenn. She is going to need ya when the time comes. And ya and I both know that he ain’t gonna let ya visit whenever ya want. Just stay.”

“I want to. I really do. But it’s not that simple Daryl. I can’t just cut him out of my life and move on. And I have friends back there too. Friends from before everything went to shit that was with him this entire time. I just found them. I can’t just leave them.”

“You don’t get it, do ya? He is never gonna stop. He is gonna keep it up this way till he wins this thing. And I am not about to let ya get hurt. But I also can’t keep doing this, Liz. So you gotta make a choice.”

“What are you talking about? There is no choice to be made.” I was pacing like he was last night.

“Like hell, there isn’t. That bastard is only gonna keep hurting ya. He has a bunch of whores that he fucks whenever he feels like it. If it was me, I would’ve left everything to be with ya. And he doesn’t even give a fuck. How can ya be so blind to stay with him, huh?”

“You are pushing it too far and if you-“

“Liz? So it’s true? You are here?” it was Rick, but he didn’t seem happy to see me. He looked rather mad actually.

“Yes. I am.”

“Well, I am sorry if I am interrupting something between the two of you, and I am really happy to see that you’re alright, but he is here. He is looking for you and he is pissed as hell.”

“Oh my God. Is he threatening someone?”

“No. Not yet. But I am not going to take any chances. I am sorry Liz, but you need to come down and talk to him.”

“Yes, I’ll be right down.” I replied. He gave me a soft smile as he left the room. I was following close behind Rick when Daryl grabbed my hand turning me around to look at him.

“I asked ya a question. So?”

“You are not serious now, are you? I can’t just stay in here and refuse to see him. Who knows what he is going to do then?”

“He is gonna suck it up. He is gonna figure out that he was an asshole who wasted his chances with ya.”

“But he didn’t.” I said pulling my hand from his. I can’t just leave Negan. I know that Daryl wouldn’t understand me and that he wouldn’t be as willing to help me next time. But if I didn’t try to fix things with Negan I knew I would regret it.

“I have to try. I have to.” I told him, but he already looked like he wasn’t interested anymore. “I am sorry.” I said and exited the house.

Rick was walking me to the gates but he was silent. I was almost scared to talk to him but I had to know what was going on in his head. We have been through so much. I have been with them ever since that little camp we had. Before the farm and everything.

“Do you hate me? Because I know that you hate him. You all do. And I don’t exactly blame you.”

He stopped in his tracks and looked at me like I insulted him or something.

“Don’t you ever say that again. You and I have been through hell and back. We’ve changed and we’ve grown. You have been there for me when Lori died. And you have basically raised Judith and helped Carl out when I couldn’t. How could I be mad at you? But I can’t take any chances with him. He is dangerous. He is worse than anything we’ve ever dealt with. He might be your husband, but to us, he is nothing more than a man who wants to kill us. I don’t have anything else to say.”

“I get it. Don’t worry. Kiss little Judith for me, will you? And Carl too?”

“Of course.”

We smiled at each other and continued walking. As we were approaching I could see Negan. He was alone. There was no one else with him. He was so mad. It was obvious. He found me really soon. I was expecting him here by noon.

“Thank you for bringing her.” He told Rick, not even looking at me once.

“Sure. Just make sure she is alright.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he looked so defensive, ready to fight.

“I’m just saying that if she left in the middle of the night to come here, she probably wasn’t comfortable there. Don’t you think?”

“Ha. Yeah? You think so? Nah. My wife just likes to play fucking games with me, doesn’t she?” he asked, this time, looking directly at me.

“Can we just go?” I asked not looking in his eyes. I simply couldn’t.

“Yes, we fucking can. Get in the fucking car.”

I walked slowly behind him. It seemed like from the very thing I was running away from, I couldn’t get away. Why can’t things be easy and simple for once? I took a look and him and he seems angry and lost in his thoughts. As if he can’t see straight, he also looks out of it. His hair is a mess, in comparison to his usual well combed and slicked back hair.

I got in the car, putting on my seatbelt and turn to look out the window. I hope he is not up for a chat right now. I know I am not. He starts the car and drives away from Alexandria. I see Rick standing in front of the gates, while Eugene is closing them. How long till I see them again? His knuckles are white from how tight he is holding on to the steering wheel. He is mad and I am all over the place. We shouldn’t talk about this. Now is not the time. But he stops the car in the middle of nowhere and gets out. Great.

“What the hell were you thinking Liz?” he yells at me. “Something could’ve happened. You could have fucking died. What if a fucking herd had come your way?”

“I can take care of myself.” I responded standing my ground.

“Oh, I am sorry. You would have fucking protected yourself with that fucking pocket knife of yours?” He said reaching inside my pocket, takes it in his hand and throws it on the ground.

“Yes. With that fucking pocket knife of mine. It protected me just fine when you weren’t there didn’t it?” I asked ironically. He stares me and runs his hand across his face. God, it’s going to be one of those fights.

“Do you want to fucking go there, Liz? Really? What do you want me to say? That I am sorry? I fucking am. There you fucking have it. I didn’t mean to lose you that day. It fucking broke me. I went back for you countless of times. I searched the entire fucking area, again and again. What else do you fucking want me to do about it?”

“I don’t want you to say anything Negan. I want you to do something. Except make me feel like shit. Because ever since I’ve been back that’s all you do. You’ve hurt me more in those few days than you’ve hurt me our whole life together. Do you know that?”

“I do. I fucking do. And do you think I fucking enjoy it? That I am having fun breaking your heart all the time? I swore that I would never fucking do that. Ever, in my life.”

“You did. And yet?”

“And yet I am breaking my fucking promise to keep you safe-“

“To keep me safe? So, do you really believe that the whole reason you’re doing this is to protect me? Really? How, Negan? How are you protecting me by forcing me to run away from you?”

“Forcing you? Really doll? No, I didn’t fucking force you. You chose to put your life in danger. You made me come after you.”

“You didn’t have to.” I whispered.

“What did you say?” he asked but I didn’t answer. I turned away from him, struggling not to cry. He grabbed my arm and turned me around to look at him. It was the first time that his eyes looked hurt. “Tell me what the fuck you just said.”

“I was just thinking that maybe it would be better if-“

“If what, Liz?”

“If things just went back to normal.”

“What the fuck is normal to you? Is going back to them normal to you? Or do you just want to be with that redneck asshole?” he was overly jealous once again.

“Negan that-“

“So what if she wants to be? Are ya gonna force her to stay with ya? Is that what ya gonna do? Some man ya are.” Daryl said slowly approaching with his gun raised. In a matter of seconds, Negan raised his gun as well.

“Daryl what are you doing here? Please just go.”

“Nah. I don’t think so, Liz. That’s enough.”

“Is that so, boy? What are you gonna do about it?” They were both getting too close to each other and I was in the middle.

“I’m gonna take her away from ya. What have ya done to deserve her?” Negan burst out laughing.

“You do know that she’s my wife, right?”

“It probably doesn’t mean much to ya, since ya got dozens of those right?” Ouch, that hurt. But Negan wasn’t laughing anymore.

“It’s none of your fucking business. Now, why don’t you turn the fuck around and go back where you came from? As you can see we were having a fucking conversation here.”

“Yeah, and ya asked her if she wanted to come back with us. With me. She didn’t give ya an answer did she?”

“Daryl please stop.”

“No. Why don’t ya tell him what ya told me yesterday night?”

“Oh, what did you tell him last night baby?” Negan said placing a hand on my waist, obviously to make Daryl jealous. This wasn’t going to end well; I am sure of it.

“Nothing. Let’s just go.”

“No, we’re not going anywhere sweetheart. What did you tell him last night?”

“She told me she wants to get away from ya as soon as possible. Why don’t ya get it? She can’t stand ya anymore. She came to me crying. Ya hurt her enough. Why don’t ya just let her go? I asked her last night if she wanted to stay with me. And she said yes. All she worried about was the friends that she will leave behind. Not ya. She doesn’t worry about ya. She’s over ya. Why the hell don’t ya just let her go?”

Negan wasn’t obviously wanting to hear all of this and I didn’t want him to. I want to be away from him but I can’t leave him. But things can’t go on like this.

“She would never leave me again. Not now that I just found her. Ain’t that right?”

“Negan I-“

“Of course she would. Do ya think that she is going to stick around after everything ya did to her?”

“Why don’t you shut your hole for one minute you piece of shit? I am talking to my wife right now.”

“Ya have nothing to say to her. Don’t ya ever think if she wants to listen?”

“Take a fucking walk asshole and leave us alone.”

“Nah that ain’t gonna happen. I am not leaving without her.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to because she won’t be coming with you, no matter what you say.”

“Can both of you please stop?” I yelled but they were too caught up in their anger to notice me.

“Come on Liz. We’re going home.” Negan said grabbing my arm forceful without letting Daryl out of his sight.

“Can’t ya see you’re hurting her? Let her go.”

“She’ll be fine. Won’t you doll?”

“Maybe ya haven’t heard me but you won’t walk away with her. She’s coming back with me.”

“Really? Over my dead body, you’ll take Liz away from me. I’ll kill you if I have to.”

“So be it.”

They both raised his guns and before I could realise it, he shot him. He fell to the ground and all I could see was blood. My knees got weak and I fell next to him holding his hand. We’ve been through so much together. He can’t die now after everything. His face got pale immediately.

I looked up at him not believing that he could do this to me. I looked at him through tears.

“What did you do?”

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Lighten Up

Request: Hi! Can you do a Dean X reader where the reader acts like she hates Dean and Dean does the same? And they are always arguing with each other cause they want to hide their feelings for each other? And one day the reader or Dean shouts in the middle of an argument “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU” and it’s just fluffy and adorable and a kissing part? Thank you!

A/N: Hey guys!  I know I haven’t written in a while.  A few weeks I think.  Sorry, it’s been busy and complicated and just far too adult and blah to go into.  But I’m hoping to go back to updating and writing at least once a week.  I do still have a bunch of requests to address which are being done (in no particular order other than what I feel inspired to write each night).  Sorry again!

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 Five months.  It had been five months since I had met the Winchester’s.  Five months, three days, sixteen hours and some odd minutes since I had run into the brother’s who had annoyingly saved my life.  Though I’d never admit it to them and I’d deny it if anyone asked, I would have been dead if they hadn’t shown up that night. Sure, I could have taken the Vetala down on my own.  I already had one down for the night.  But the first fight had done a decent amount of damage and I’d already lost more than my fair share of blood by the time the second came into my sights.  If Dean hadn’t shown up when he did, I would’ve been snake food within seconds.  

  The problem was that he knew it.  He knew he’d saved my hide and held that fact over me whenever he could.  The cocky bastard.  I’d pitch a case, eager to go after it on my own, and within seconds, he’d be reminding me that I’d needed help at least once and that going it alone wasn’t in my best interests.  He’d wink, call me sweetheart, give me a smirk, and I’d begin picturing the various ways that I was going to kick his ass.  I’d fantasize about decking him.  About wrapping my hands around his far too muscular throat, taking him down to his knees, and showing him what I was capable of.  Granted, for the last three months, the things that I was capable of doing to him in my dreams were X-Rated and lascivious and entirely secret.  

  Sam was telling us about a ghost a couple of states over.  A simple salt and burn that I was aggressively wanting to take care of on my own.  “Oh, come on now, Y/N.”  Dean said, each word dripping with condescension and insult.  “We wouldn’t want you to break a nail.” He winked at me as he always did and I glared at him in return.

  “Hey,” I took a step forward, uncrossing my arms and opening them out to the sides, inviting him to challenge me. “I may break a nail, but at least I won’t break one of Lucifer’s seals.”  His eyes turned instantly cold, all traces of joking gone.  

  “That’s enough,” Sam exclaimed, slamming his hands down on the table in front of him.  His eyes darted back and forth between his brother and I as his jaw clenched and his irritation visibly grow.  “You two bicker more than old men.  Stow your shit for once and let’s just get the job done.”  Sam stood up abruptly, putting an end to any and all discussion as he slammed his laptop shut and walked out of the room.  I folded my arms across my chest and glared at the floor, determined not to look up at Dean.

  “You’re staying here,” Dean decreed as he pushed his chair back, his hands still firmly set on the table as he got to his feet.  He stood there, leaning over, his eyes boring holes into the wood finish and his jaw set as if it were stone.

  “Not a chance,” I retorted with a hint of a laugh.  His eyes darted up to my own then, locking me in his sites.

  “Maybe you didn’t hear me,” he spat out the words, laced with the same arrogance as usual.  “You’re staying here.”  He enunciated each word as if I were hard of hearing and slow to boot.

  “No, I heard you just find, Dean.  I’m just not going to listen to you.”  I could almost see the flames flickering in his eyes as he shot daggers at me.  

  “Damnit, Y/N,” he breathed out as he dropped his head.  “Just stay here.”  His voice took on a gravely and raspy baritone as he yelled. I continued glaring at him.  “You’re an idiot, Dean,” I muttered as I shook my head and turned to walk away.  

  I heard his fist contact the hard surface of the table as expletives began pouring from his lips. “Why can’t you just let me protect you,” he paused.  “Just once?”  

  Spinning around, my eyes locked on his and bulged, surprised by his statement and utterly taken aback by his declaration.  “Protect me?  Dean, you haven’t been trying to protect me!  You’ve been trying to one up me and prove that you’re a better hunter than me at every turn! Insulting me and protecting me are not at all the same thing.”  I could hear and feel my voice raising in pitch as I became more and more incredulous with each word that was said.

  “Oh come on,” he began.

  “Stuff it, Dean.  Don’t pretend to care now.  Don’t try to make this any more than it is.  It’s a freaking pissing contest only I’m not playing!” My temper had begun to get the best of me as I was now gesticulating wildly.

  He laughed sarcastically shaking his head and rubbing his cheeks and mouth with his hands in frustration.  “And you say I’m an idiot,” he chuckled.

  “What’s so funny, Winchester?” I asked, all anger and indignation.

  “You,” he answered quickly and matter-of-factly.

  “Me? I’m sorry, I must have missed the part where this was all a big joke.  Care to clue me in?”

  “Oh sweetheart,” he said with that same cocky kink in his smile.  “You just don’t get it, do you?”  He pushed himself away from the table and took a few steps closer to me.  I remained quiet, keeping my eyes glared at him as I held my ground, squaring my stance.  He leaned in close to me until his lips were blowing warm and scintillating breaths against my cheek.  “Even if you were in this contest,” he began.  “You’d still be losing.”

  My emotions got the better of me.  My fantasies began to overwhelm me and even though, at the moment, I wanted nothing more than to rear back and punch him in his perfect and chiseled jaw, I found myself reaching for the nape of his neck, pulling his face closer to mine as I crashed my lips into his.  Within moments, he was responding in kind and his strong, capable arms were wrapping around me, pulling me closer to him.  His lips were hurried and hungry and I nibbled at his bottom lip with a wanton ferocity that I hadn’t ever dreamed of actually exploring.  

  I dropped my hands to his hips, hooking my fingers through his belt loops as I pulled him towards me.  His hands were in my hair now, yanking at the roots as I moaned in satisfaction.  My fingers traced the outline of his hips, dipping below the waistline of his jeans as I angrily began tugging them downwards.  Our breathing was rapid and charged.  I felt the back of my knees bump against the table as he steered me through the room, pushing at my t-shirt hem as he went.  His lips stayed on my mouth as if we had been glued together.  My breathing was erratic and the air seemed to be charging as it hummed around us, fueling the raging passion.

  Doing my best to reengage my brain, I pushed him abruptly away from me, finding my feet again and stepping away from the table.  I pulled my hair back into a neat ponytail as I smoothed my fingers down my face, attempting to pull my concentration back to the job.  I sighed, hazarding a glance back up at him.  He seemed overwhelmed and yet very visibly aroused.  “You’re an idiot,” I laughed, turning away again.  I heard him catch his breath quickly.  “Remind me how that is?” Anger threatened its return again his voice as I paced.

  “Because I love you!” I screamed the words at him as if they were obvious.  He stared at me bewildered for a moment before adapting that same old smile.  The one that made me crazy in both good and bad ways.  I glared at him again.  “Don’t you dare,” I threatened.

   “Of course you do, sweetheart.  But you’re still staying here.”  I rolled my eyes, sighing dramatically as I turned around and walked back towards my bedroom.  I stopped just before turning the corner and looked back over my shoulder towards him.  “Come on.”  

  I could almost hear him smiling.  “Sam can probably handle this one on his own, I think.”

  I rolled my eyes yet again.  “Are you coming or not?” I asked him, exasperated.

  I felt his hands grab me sternly around the waist.  “Not yet,” he whispered in my ear as shivers made their way down my back and I walked determinedly to my bedroom with Dean in tow.  

anonymous asked:

BTS reaction to their s/o being loved by kids but she really don't like their affection ( like she's not used to give nor receive affection from kids ) thank youuu.

no problem c: thanks for requesting! i hope this was okay ahhah (i’m actually posting without the others checking this over oops)

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honestly, seokjin would probably lose it and start fangirling on the inside because “oh my god [y/n] that’s so cute oh my god that’s adorable”. he’d be super happy about it and take a bunch of photos of your discomfort to share with the rest of the boys.

Originally posted by sugmon


yoongi, like jin, would find it adorable for a moment, before realising that the kids were stealing you for him. when you told him how uncomfortable you were feeling, he’d just give you a smirk because “what - you can’t handle a few kids, [y/n]?” but honestly, he’d just be glad your attention was, at least for the most part, focused on him.

Originally posted by jiminrolls


he’d give you his special little laugh with dimples before pulling out his phone so he could take videos and pictures of this moment. he’d probably end up joining you with the kids because yes once a dad, always a dad.

Originally posted by iyeols


he’d go completely crazy and would join in with the kids to gather around play with you, but also fighting for your attention as well. he seems like the guy who would get really into the whole playing house thing and he’d be so completely sweet to the kids and aaaaaaah he’d be super cute and omg

Originally posted by bts-is-life


jiminie would definitely get jealous. and in fears of losing you to the kids that you clearly aren’t completely loving (he’s kind of oblivious, forgive him) he resorts to exploiting your weakness: his abs. and of course, even though you aren’t the biggest fan of children, you don’t want the image of your boyfriend’s abdominal muscles to be forever imprinted in the young impressionable mind of the future generation (and not to mention scarring them). you’d end up dragging him away with a sigh.

“jagi, look!”

“no, jimin-ah, there are kids here.”

Originally posted by hellosarang


this lil cutie would probably end up running away with the kids and leaving you by yourself. the kids would absolutely adore him and before long they’d be climbing all over him and alksjhdflkahsdf even if you aren’t enjoying the company of the kids, taehyung’s cuteness makes up for it.

Originally posted by pangguk


our baby maknae is basically a child himself so he won’t have that a hard time getting along with the children. of course, this total sweetheart would do his best to include you and despite your protests, he’d simply flash you that bunny smile and you’d cave into his pleas. it turns out okay because jungkook with kids is probably the most precious thing you’ve ever seen (and ever will to be honest).

monsta x boyfriend ver.

shownu: a cute fluffy ball trapped inside a muscle body. hyunwoo would be cute and awkward. he would blush if you complimented him. at first, would be really shy with skinship and kisses. you would provably have to make the first move but once he gets comfortable enough with you, hyunwoo will always have an arm around your shoulders or waist, or having your arms tangled, like a real gentleman.

nsfw: this guy will be insecure with his moves. sometimes it will feel like he’s barely touching you – that’s because he’s still unsure of what you enjoy or not. even after already being close and comfortable with eatchother, sometimes you’ll have to say “hyunwoo, i’m not a porcelain doll, you know” and he will laugh embarrassed. he will love to pleasure you but his favourite thing is to watch you taking control.

wonho: Boyfriend Material™. this boy, honestly. wonho is probably the most caring boyfriend ever. he will take you out to eat, have fun, etc and will always make you smile. wonho will suddenly act cute sometimes – like, you show him a little blossom flower and he’ll blurt out “awww kawaii”. will love to eat ramen with you late at night, while talking about your day. your family will love him. this boy will take you to dance clubs and pull you to the center of the dancefloor, dancing with you all until the sun comes up. sexy songs are his favs.

nsfw: wonho is a teaser. a really good one. he won’t hesitate to give you subtle looks and smirks, say dirty things in your ear and pretend like nothing is happening. wonho have some kinks (did someone say collars?) but also likes vanilla sex, slowly moves into your hips on the couch, softly kissing your neck and only your breaths being heard. likes to be a sub and will get real turned on by watching you take control over his body. will give you lots of lap dances.

minhyuk: best friend boyfriend type. you two will most likely become friends, then a couple. if you’re hyped up like him, there will be times when you both want to speak at the same time and it will be a mess. if you’re quiet, you’ll have to make him shut up sometimes – and he will adore being shut by your lips on his. minhyuk will fill your phone with messages and selfies and animals videos and everything he finds nice or funny on internet. he won’t fail to make you laugh until your stomach hurts and will laugh with you at everything. the type to call you when you’re almost asleep and take you to a walk and watch the stars – you won’t regret, believe me. going out is his fave hobby. you know that new amusement park? let’s go! that club we never went to? let’s go! the recent opened mcdonald’s? let’s go! (don’t tell him it’s just a normal mcdonald’s. it’s a new one and you never went there!). if you need to have some time alone, he will respect you. if you’re upset or nervous about school or work, he will always try to cheer you up.

nsfw: don’t be fooled by minhyuk’s adorable face. this boy knows how to work things up. minhyuk is likely a sub, so get ready. so into oral, more giving than receiving. his face between your legs is a really nice view. will make you laugh sometimes and the vibrations will make you crazy. knows how to work that tongue and fingers like a pro.

kihyun: caring and worried boyfriend. will cook for you and when you compliment his cooking, will shamelessly smile. when you go out with friends, ask you if you’re taking a jacket. shares cooking recipes with your mom/dad/grandma/etc. kihyun can’t handle cold weather, so expect lots of cuddles. if you’re home, will love to drink hot chocolate and talk about life while you’re both under a blanket. sings you to sleep.

nsfw: can dominate but is also a very nice sub, even though he pretends he’s not. can do some kinky stuff, but is into vanilla. slow&nice. will never be boring. he’s an amazing teaser and will leave you insane.

hyungwon: lazy days in bed is what he was born for. taking naps together is his aesthetic. when you go out, it’s to slay. matching outfits, sunglasses, perfume. you will take and post endless selfies together, showing the world how good looking you are. hyungwon is truly funny and you know it. can make you laugh at the worst situations. will make weird dance moves with you in the middle of a store and regret 2 minutes later.

nsfw: having your makeout sessions interrupted makes him angry. kiss you with passion, seriously. he’s a dom and often like to hold your hands still. into bondage (tying you up, of course) and mutual masturbation.

jooheon: sweetheart. adorable. will do everything to see you happy. likes to hang out with you and your family/friends. bring food to your pets and gifts for your family. his aegyo will attack you at the right times. loves to hold your hands whilst walking around. if you feel like you don’t deserve him because he’s just so nice???? he will assure you that you deserve even more. feels jealous sometimes but tries to play it cool. really likes to stay at home together, lights off, r&b playing, slow kisses. knows when and how to make you laugh. videochats will be part of your routine, it doesn’t matter if you live 2 blocks or 200 miles away.

nsfw: his grip on you is too hard sometimes – and he will apologize just to do it again later. you belong to his lap and that’s it. into dry humping and thigh riding. 50% sub 50% dom. whines a lot when you tease him.

i.m/changkyun: he will send you memes at 4am, tell lame jokes and either make you go ???? or laugh at him. changkyun will love to go to karaokes with you, singing the most romantic songs with different voice tones. probably drunk. sometimes you’ll catch him staring at you and he will just smile or tell you you’re beautiful. likes when you run your fingers through his hair.

nsfw: such a mess. changkyun will sext you while you’re on the bus or something, will dirty talk to you while you wait on the line at the market, touch your thigh under the table. always pretending like nothing is happening. he’s a sucker for adrenaline and will kiss your neck or touch your butt in the kitchen while your family is in the living room. if you get caught, he will be so damn embarrassed. he’s a dom, no doubt. so into leaving you hickeys you’ll have to always cover with makeup or something. will always have bad words leaving his mouth while you suck him or he enters you.