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“A Secret That’s Worth It” Carl x Reader, Negan x Reader

Word Count: 9,670

Negan x Daughter Reader, Carl x Reader

Summary: You’re Negan’s teenage daughter and from the minute you saw Carl, he sparked your interest, leading to a relationship between you two.

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, mentions of death, kinda smutty 

A/N: Does not follow the show exactly, I had to change up some things for the sake of the story, but I tried to make it as close as possible.

Originally posted by lets-letmeimagine-posts

Originally posted by lets-letmeimagine-posts

He was the first person you noticed when you stepped out of that RV.

He was wearing a flannel and a cowboy hat, and even with one of his eyes covered up and it being dark out, you could see how bright blue they were. You didn’t know his name, but you certainly were attracted to him.

Your father, Negan, had told you to stay inside the RV while he went out there and talked to them. He had told you that he was going to kill one of them and that he didn’t want you to see that, so you needed to stay away.

“Y/N, I do not want to see you out there. Your ass better stay in here, alright?” Negan had warned you. You didn’t listen. You had heard him talking to their group, and you got curious. All you wanted to do was see what they looked like, nothing more. You opened the door slightly and peeked your head out, making the attractive boy turn his head and look at you. They all did, but he was the only one you noticed.

“Dear daughter, did I not tell you to stay inside?” Negan bellowed. You knew he was trying to scare the group- that was his way of being a big, bad leader. He intimidates everyone. And by the look of everyone’s face, they were definitely afraid.

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Underneath the Same Sun ☼

Okay so this fic is inspired by the amazing headcanons @t0ziers​ wrote. And encouraged by a comment on said post by @richietoaster. Honestly I fell in love with the idea of a long distance Reddie AU and knew I had to write it. But I wanted to write it from Richie’s point of view. And some other facts are different. whoops.  Also huge shoutout to my name twin, @buttercup-irwin for inspiring me in general to write fics. This is my first official one. Here goes nothing ~

Chapter One  Chapter Two ✧ Chapter Three

Words ;; 1,824 ・゚ Pairing ;; Richie Tozier / Eddie Kaspbrak  & some hints of Stan Uris / Bill Denbrough (It)  ・゚  Warnings ;; Strong language, Talk of penises, 18 y/o boys kissing (omg)  ・゚

❝ — Richie Tozier knew he wasn’t internet famous. In the grand scheme of things, his shitty meme blog and dead vine account were nothing compared to all the models on Instagram paid to post pictures of their abs. But damn, 4,000 followers and some change was nothing to sneeze at in Tumblr terms. And he did it all without posting porn. His best friend, Stan, might not understand just how big of a deal that it is, but his followers knew he was top tier. If you weren’t following ‘trxshmouth’ - you were causing yourself a disservice.

Out of all those 4,000 followers Richie had, he almost never spoke to any of them. He had mutuals that would sometimes tag him in their posts or follow forevers. But no one really, honestly knew the man behind the memes. That was until ‘pastelgazebo’ followed him. 

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This starter meme is completely based off of THIS starter meme right here, it’s just in a different format to accommodate players with multiple accounts as opposed to just one!! I take no credit for it and if you want to appreciate the content, give the blog a follow, please!!

  • “You can’t have sex with your neighbor’s backyard above-ground pool.”
  • “Let me help you out of that swimsuit– POOL.”
  • “I sure hope we become best friends! But I don’t hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on.”
  • “So, anyways, I regain consciousness, there’s cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an ice-pick– haha, it was kind of a weird Tuesday.”
  • “We’re gonna be late for anime school!”
  • “I’m just saying, is it illegal if I’m in my OWN pool?”
  • “(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER.”
  • “Oh no, he’s hot when he’s sad!”
  • “This reminds me of prison. This reminds me of prison. This DEFINITELY reminds me of prison.”
  • “Look at that little pimp. He’s gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka.”
  • “Let’s skip all the fluff and get to the part where we’re shirtless.”
  • “Homeboy looks like shark week, I ain’t messin’ with that.”
  • “It wasn’t a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!”
  • “Nah, man, we went to holding. There’s a big difference.”
  • “Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor– that is NOT a position you wanna be in.”
  • “Wouldn’t we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person.”
  • “I’VE GOT MACE!”
  • “Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!”
  • “You took the fall for me and I said thank you.”
  • “I went to jail!”
  • “I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!”
  • “I stabbed a girl in the yard!”
  • “I think that guard you killed had a family!”
  • “Look at that majestic ass mothafucka. Like a dolphin or some shit. A dolphin with legs… and arms… and a jet pack.”
  • “That’s how they do it in Australia.”
  • “20 bucks on jabber jaws.”
  • “Hey, man did you TiVo Glee last night?”
  • “I’m not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major.”
  • “Neither one of them even died!”
  • “They won’t let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it’s deemed ‘inappropriate’ and I 'have to leave’.”
  • “I have to tumblr this!”
  • “A guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that’s the whole team, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
  • “I ship them! And them!”
  • “They hate each other, but they also fuck each other!“
  • “Hey, we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you’re doing is gonna have to stop.”
  • “So do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews, and talk about my work out routine?”
  • “I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? … Nah, cops probably took it.”
  • “Do you know? Do you know for sure? Because I don’t need another incident.”
  • “If I get out of this chair, I guarantee you’ll end up in one with wheels.”
  • “Okay. I’ll admit, I’m a little threatened.”
  • “‘Sup bitches!~”
  • “Aren’t you that guy who drowned a kid? And burned down that building?”
  • “Get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices.”
  • “Remember, snitches get stitches!”
  • “Shut up, you’re high as balls!”
  • “You’re just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life.”
  • “Right, son. And speaking of crushing disappointments—”
  • “Coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again.”
  • “Good thing I wore my Heelies.”
  • “He’s so hot but so crazy! Which makes him even MORE hot!”
  • “Come on, let me get those digits baby!”
  • “It should be illegal to be that fine!”
  • “Oh, just basic addition and subtraction. He was subtracting from my profits so I’m going to add a few extra holes in him.”
  • “This doesn’t seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs.”
  • “I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go.”
  • “Yeah, I’ve seen him. He’s in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos.”
  • “Your arrest record is extensive… and amateur.”
  • “I want that boy to be my bride!”
  • “Pilates will do that, man, works your core.”
  • “What are we waiting for? Let’s go bro! Let’s g’bro!”
  • “Wow, you sure said that.“
  • “WOOP! WOOP! Hold it, I’m gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness.”
  • “One time, we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don’t even think their families cared, kinda sad, really.”
  • “So, what you’re saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?”
  • “Well I’ve gotta go not talk to you anymore.”
  • “I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water.”
  • “I’m so happy right now! — And it’s not just ‘cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Okay, I lied, I’m sorry, that’s mostly the reason.”
  • “Hey, I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How’ve you been, kid?”
“Nice To Meet You”

Shameless Preferences, Enjoy! (Media pieces aren’t mine, credit to owners)

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Richonne(A dark skin reflection)

If you follow me, or have seen my posts, you know I am super Richonne affiliated. Why? I just love them. Not only do I love the characters, but the actors who portray the ship, Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira, do so perfectly.

But why do I just love them? It’s more than the trope of, “I am a dark skinned woman, thus I love this pairing because of that.” I love this pairing because of it’s bravery. Even in this modern world, others still can’t get over the fact that the most popular love interest for a white male lead CAN BE a dark skinned woman. It is not a crime. We need some loving too. Diversity, Inclusion, Representation: I’m all here for it.

Now this actress, Danai Gurira, is intelligent. Highly intelligent. How she handles criticism of this role, and let’s face it, the extreme hate she receives because of it, astounds me(I have never even seen a single retort back to the hate). She is nothing but a class act. I respect her because she understands how important it is to see a WOMAN who is beautiful, strong, complex, but knows she does not fit the standard acceptance of beauty.(She is super beautiful though. I would kill for her body, uggggggh).This makes her highly targeted, and often the only one singled out. Often times, when people down this ship, I’ll look at their profile and see countless photos of Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and Tom Payne, but never much Michonne (Oh okay, Michonne is your favorite character, but I ain’t seen her ass in any picture or gifset I done flicked by on your dash. But I digress).

We are talking about the most watched show in television history. This coupling is seen over the entire world. What blows my mind even more is that the lead star, you know Andrew Lincoln, has actively campaigned for the pairing to be realized on the television screen. Now, this man has not seen one episode of his own show, but is aware of the magnitude that the Rick and Michonne pairing would have on the world.

He has constantly said that this relationship would be inevitable, and now that it has come to fruition, I start seeing mini Merle’s come out the wood works. (What I’m seeing when I read hot button words like “cringe,” “uncomfortable,” “I just don’t understand,” “no chemistry,” “Rick’s not good enough for Michonne,” makes me upset.) Y'all really want to say, “That’ll be the day I see a nigga kissing Rick.”(At least Rick let Merle know what day it was). Ain’t no white meat or dark meat homeslice, lol.

So, what gets me is that I constantly hear “Michonne is great we love her. She is a bad ass. She is my favorite character. But, and l want you to listen to this big ass but, I don’t like her with Rick, our white male hero. She can take care of his kids and kill for him, put her life on the line for him, but not love him. That’s too much. That’s crossing the line.” I’ll proceed to ask why and get responses like. “I don’t like two strong characters together.”(Oh, so you like strong ass Daryl and strong ass Caryl together? Or a strong Maggie/strong Glenn? Or, strong Daryl with a strong Jesus?). OK, gotcha. Or, “I never saw this coming.” (I never saw Trump becoming president, shit happens). Roll with it.

I’ve recently read, “I can’t wait for her to die.”(Thanks for waiting, she won’t). Or, “why are you always attacking us for an opinion”(why you all up in the Richonne tag lurking and getting angry cause we getting spoiler after spoiler and just dancing and drinking our wine, eating our popcorn and preparing our caskets for 7b).

Guess what, I’m not fond of a lot of things. I don’t like watching water polo( I don’t actively care if others know that fact or not). That’s like me going on every social media account and screaming to everyone “I like all water sports, swimming, diving, you name it, but I don’t know, water polo makes me uncomfortable. I want to barf when I see water polo. That’ll be the day I see water polo being played.” (See, that sounds silly as hell). This is how y'all sound with your dehydrated selves.

Richonners, y'all are lovely people. I’ve never liked a fandom so much. Nothing but positivity comes from us. I even support many other ships ( Caryl, desus, gleggie, tara/ denise, aaron/eric. I even low key ship carol/Morgan, carol/Ezekiel). So just stop it haters. Stop lying to yourselves.

That dark skin has some mighty power, if it gets your panties in a bunch like that. Here’s some Gatorade for that salt y'all be losing in the tag.

Originally posted by gatorade

Take It All Back

Part One

Summary: As season one filming comes to a close, Jensen gets some shocking news from home.
Pairing: Jensen x OFC (Macy)
Word Count: 1635
Warnings: Drinking, language, mentions of hospitalization. 

A/N: The new Jensen x OFC series begins! It will be twenty parts total, so hang on to your hats. Something new I’m doing with this: the intro stuff (summary, pairing, etc.) will pertain to that part in particular. Never too late to be added to the tag list if you’re interested! Also, if you haven’t already, check out this song, as it was the inspiration for this fic. 

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Best I Have

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Roman Reigns

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Another AU, for the Thirsty Crew! Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes  and OF COURSE @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!

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Awkward encounters - Davin x reader (The Stag)

Originally posted by sendvinec

AN: I came up with this cute little idea after rewatching the stag last weekend. Here you go :) I’m not tagging anyone from my forever tag list as I’m unsure who’s actually seen this movie. 

Summary: You’re one of Davin’s students and you stumble upon them in the woods.

Word count: 1,150

Warnings: Strong language, teacher/student relationship?, spoilers I guess.

It was meant to be an early morning walk, clear your head, walk your sister’s dog. You didn’t expect to find your english lecturer butt naked with five other men in the middle of the Irish country side. 

You always had a crush on your english lecturer, he was young, fairly (and by fairly, you meant really) good looking and the way he spoke just transfixed you. He was your favourite part of the day although you’d never admit that. 

The past couple lectures you had noticed that he had a couple friends coming to visit him, including a very beautiful woman which almost made you jealous. That is until you found out through the grape vine that the woman was actually his best friend’s fiancé. 

Not that any of this mattered though because he was your teacher and he barely knew who you were. 

Back to the forest. 

You wouldn’t normally track this far but you had to house sit for your sister this weekend and you had to walk her small dog everyday. 

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"Dude, you’re fucking nuts.”

Summary: You’re the girl that Tom met when he was undercover at Bronx School of Science. 

“So, what happened at school today?” your mom asked at dinner that night. 

“Eh, nothing much,” you started. “Chemistry was good, we have a test next week that I should start studying for. I should start on our final project for that class, too. Like brainstorming and stuff… Oh! There’s this new kid in that class that sits next to me. Ben Perkins is his name… but it’s very strange because I don’t think a new person can come, like, right in the middle of the semester?” 

Your parents’ quizzical looks confirmed your thoughts. 

“Well, maybe he’s a transfer or really qualified,” your dad offered. 

“Yeah, I don’t know. I’ll ask tomorrow.”

“Is he cute?” your mom said. 

“Umm,” you hesitated. “Yeah, he’s pretty cute. Curly hair, brown eyes.” 

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Finding Lucille

This is for “Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge.” My prompt was “Negan x OC x Lucille.”

Negan x Reader (y/n)

Warnings ~ Negan language

2000 words

I am tagging my usuals. If you want on or off my list, please let me know!

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j-aanine  asked:

hii! i read your tags from my post (aka 7thtens) hahaha. i can tell that you really love those boys and it's so nice to see! but yes, please send me cute bap things. but i think it'll be easier if i followed you, so i'll look out for those cute (and not so cute ones too lmao 🙊) things! ahhhhh, i genuinely wanna know more about them.

OMG I truly with all my entire heart and soul adore these men and lovelovelove sharing them with new fans and it makes me very happy when people show interest in them so here I am, willing to give you any content you should ask for lol (sorry I just am very dedicated to them) 
((also I just linked a lot of info so please if you ever have the free time go through them, B.A.P is so neat and just wow lol)

I made a post a couple months ago for just my favorite reasons to stan B.A.P if you would like to go throug there?
It just points out cute moments/MV’s, songs, interviews and other variety things that I personally enjoyed and other Babys basically obsess over (truly they are the cutest weirdest bunch)

Heres a list of all their MV’s
(strap yourself in for their mvs, they’re all amazing!)

Members SNS
Yongguk: Twitter || Instagram
Himchan: Twitter || Instagram 
Daehyun: Twitter || Instagram
Youngjae: Twitter || Instagram
Jongup: Twitter || Instagram
Zelo: Twitter || Instagram || 2nd Instagram(videos) || Mochii (his pupper) instagram

Official websites: VAPP || TS.Ent Youtube || B.A.P Japanese Youtube 

B.A.P Blogs: @itsbap @mato-world

 Member wise you Got
Bang Yongguk: Leader, Rapper, composer, writes almost all of B.A.Ps music. fluffy awkward dad, tigger enthusiast , puppy cuddlier prolly, mean mugging intimidating to others but is actually a cupcake, cave voice marshmallow. holy shit Yongguk is actually so precious 

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Kim Himchan: Sub vocals, Visual, wine mom, bunny teeth smile, actually so super adorable with Babys, actual fucking nerd it’s ridiculous, softest heart with the hardest head, in love with bbang and jongup, will protect his children over anything. Took over as leader when bbang went out on hiatus for health reasons, carried B.A.P through end of the year performances/award shows + Noir comeback so bless Himchan ;;;

Originally posted by mybutterflyfact

Jung Daehyun: Main vocals, annoying oldest son, biggest fanboy of B.A.P, biggest fanboy of Babys, spoils all of us, is really loud and really extra, screams a lot, bounces around a lot, singing at any chance he gets, has really cute dimples and whiskers when he smiles, is actually a soft cute bun, like the softest honestly, can be a massive asshole to the other members but does it out of love, never take Daehyun srs please lol

Originally posted by daehdream

Yoo Youngjae: Lead vocals: sassy middle son, soooooo extra, brains of the group, MC of the group, fluffyfluffyfluffyfluffyfluffy, also super loud, gives everyone hella sass during interviews and vlives it’s actually super great. Daehyuns husband bestfriend, they are a power duo, never leave them alone together honestly. Is also rude but is just really smol can never take srsly, has a deal with his mom to never expose himself, we have yet to see any skin of Youngjae and it’s a curse. #DaehyunsMomOwesHimFood, looks really amazing in pink, Young+longcoats=gods work, actual king of aeygo.

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 Moon Jongup: Lead dancer, sub vocals, little nerd boy, “one puuunch~” is actual a pup, needs to be protected at all costs, is really shy on camera, but sometimes he lets his real self show when he’s comfortable, is actually the most hilarious man ever, loves anime, loves reading manga, likes to be naked, is Himchans lil love bug, this kids sense of humor is amazing, literally a fucking meme without trying to be. Has a really strong love connection with chocolate milk. Likes to take his shirt off a lot, no ones complaining, he’s ripped asf, flips, flips everywhere. cutest crooked teeth. someonebuyhimglassesplease.

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Choi Junhong(Zelo): Maknae, rapper, lead dancer. tall .-. only member with a stage name, goes hard asf with his verses honestly, imo one of the strongest rappers in kpop, loves his puppers, loves his hyungs, his hyungs love him so much. respects all of his brothers so much, meme lord, likes to be shirtless on instagram. huge flirt, 3am vlive adventures to waffle houses alone, drinks underage in America and we don’t understand how???????? He and Jongup help make up the choreography for B.A.P, has helped Yongguk write and compose music. is actually a very tall squish, needs to be stopped 25/8

Originally posted by ninichu

shit okay this got long, but if you have any questions feel free to ask me or any B.A.P blog on here, theres so many and I can give you some of the best if you feel like joining the fandom. We’re all really chill really meme-y sweet people and always welcome new babys to the fandom with open arms! 

anonymous asked:

are requests still open? :D I would like to request for a Keisuke Shijo fluff/nsfw (*´꒳`*) he's from Liar! Office deception(: he's such a babe but there's currently no fanfic for him yet coz.. he's pretty new? If you haven't played the game yet, then I would like to request for a eisuke/ota fluff(*´꒳`*). Thank you! You're an amazing writer(: all the best💜

Hi anon! Unfortunately, I haven’t played Liar yet, so I chose to write some Eisuke fluff instead (I hope you don’t mind). Thank you for the compliment and I hope you like this ^^!

Title: tête-à-tête

Summary: Eisuke can’t keep his eyes to himself, while she makes a mistake that’d seemingly jeopardize her. It doesn’t.

Genre:  Fluff, Romance

Pairing:  MC/Eisuke

a/n: this fic is based on this post i made a while back lmao. i’m kinda proud of turning a shitpost into an actual fic :’) also, eisuke and mc are dorks.

@maidofstars @2bedroom-baddestbidderlove @bolt8826


“This is a pain,” Luke said, moping. “I came all the way here only to find out MC isn’t here yet.”

“You do know that you’re required to be here for auction meetings, right?” Eisuke sipped his coffee, not even bothering to hide his displeasure at his own tasteless brew.

“There’s no point in being here if I don’t get to see her magnificent collarbones today…”

“Aaand there he goes again,” Ota commented.

True enough, the penthouse wasn’t as lively as it ought to be with MC absent. Eisuke could feel his mood quickly dampening at the taste of coffee that wasn’t hers. He had half a mind to page her just to salvage his taste buds, but he had to restrain himself. She worked herself to the bone yesterday, and was feeling a bit guilty.

“Well, collarbones aside, MC really is cute, huh?” Baba added.

Eisuke felt a stinging pain in his mouth, only to realize he bit his tongue at Baba’s statement.

“Aw, come on, guys. Don’t look at me like that. Are you saying you all seriously haven’t thought that at least once?”

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Infinitely Wallflowers: Chapter two

Eventual Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, Cussing, Bullying, high school.

A/N: This is based off of “The Perks Of being A Wallflower” if you haven’t read it or seen it, i highly recommend you make a trip to the library. 

 Also, It’s been such a long time since i’ve written the first chapter, but i finally did it! Yay! There’s so many reasons why but i don’t feel like i need to say them. I just hope you enjoy and thank you for sticking around for this long!

{Chapter One Here} // Song to listen to: Temptation

Words: 1,556

August 24th, 2016

Dear journal,

Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to not have powers. To not be that awkward kid who sticks around walls whenever possible. Would it be better to fit in? To be popular? Besides the kind of popular in middle school where you held hands with anyone who could breathe. The kind of popular where people actually liked you and looked up to you.

Besides my slightly angsty wannabe poetry, I’m doing okay.

Well, as okay as you can be when everyone around you seems to want to force hell on you every single time you step one foot on school grounds. Though I firmly believe that things get better. Thing have to, right? Not everyone can be so bad.

Always ~ Peter P-

He thought maybe, just maybe that school might not be as bad the next day. But god, was he wrong. Some could even say it was worse. Time seemed endless in the dull hallways of the germ-filled building. It was all just… useless.

He wasn’t learning anything, really. Some things, yes. But nothing that would help him five years later. And he hated it. Everything about it. The wasted time could be spent patching up old computers and saving the world.

Peter stuck to his plan of staying close to the walls and not saying much. Becoming part of the limitless amount of students. Keeping quiet during classes, too. It certainly made things easier and harder at the same time.

But despite all of his efforts, this only worked moderately well. People still pushed him over, still snarled “loser, pick up this,” as they ripped some of the pages straight out of one of his history books, throwing them across the room. They left with a smirk on their faces, satisfied with ruining another life that day. Peter sighed, clenching his fists tight, his knuckles going pale white and even pink. It sounded stupid, but he could feel something inside him, power, maybe. But more uncontrollable than usual.

The last thing he wanted was spider problems in school.

1,384 days till he was out.

He overheard students yelling about a football game, and how it was going to be “the bomb.” Though he never really liked sports, it would just be a shame to miss the first game of the school year. And, he didn’t want to be around when Derrick came around to pick up Aunt May for yet another date. It made him sick just thinking about it.

When Peter arrived to the game, he was shocked to see how many people had come. He was expecting 100 or so, maybe, but it seemed as though everyone and their friends had come. And, unfortunately, Peter had turned up late. He wove his way through the heavy crowd of sweaty teenagers, trying to find some sort of empty seat anywhere. But it was pointless.

Just when he was about to turn around and go home, he heard a voice.

“Hey! Looking for a seat?” Someone waved to him, motioning to the saved seat next to them. Realizing it was Patrick, Peter quickly made his way over, silently glad it was him, since he seemed to be the only sane person in the whole damn school.

“Thanks,” Peter muttered, sitting down on the end of the awfully uncomfortable metal bench.

“You’re in my workshop class, right?” Patrick asked, turning to talk to Peter. He seemed truly interested in Peter, which was a new thing. No one had ever wanted to know anything about him before.

“I’m pretty sure, yeah,” Peter tried to reply as casually as possible, but he thought it was quite obvious he knew for sure. He had always been a horrible actor, anyway.

“I never was good at workshop. Though I think you can tell by the clock I tried to make today.” Patrick gleamed, laughing at his own joke, his face lighting up instantly.

“Oh, hey, Y/n!”

It was the girl from the day before. Still just as gorgeous as she’d been the previous day.

She was wearing a oversized varsity jacket and overalls that were really mismatched. It seemed as though she didn’t want to fit in, and that was something so rare nowadays. Slightly refreshing, actually.

“Question: could the people here get grosser?” She smiled the warmest smile he had ever seen. He tried not to stare, but his eyes were letting him down. She scooted right next to Peter, causing him to suddenly be aware of the lack of space between them. Peter’s breath became ragged, and he didn’t quite know why. It was just a girl. Yes, the most beautiful girl he had ever met, but still, a person. He didn’t know what to do. Talk? No. He could always fuck that up. Best to stay silent, as always.

“We’re not going to Ruth’s, by the way. Her parents caught her buying rum for the party,” Y/n spoke up, leaning across Peter slightly to talk to Patrick. Her tone was loud, though dimmed by the roaring of the students whenever anyone did anything on the sports field.

“Damn it, Ruth. I always tell that girl that paper bags are a dead giveaway.. So, we wanna go to Queenies instead?” Patrick rolled his green eyes, clearly disappointed by their friend.

“Of course,” she said in a joking tone, like it had been blatantly obvious. Then, she turned to him, with that smile of hers, and a shimmer in her eyes. “Peter? That’s your name, right? Would you like to go to Queenies with us after the game?”

“T-that’s my name. And I’d love to, if that’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your fun,” Peter spoke up, stuttering a bit, which he mentally slapped himself for.

“I invited you for a reason. If I thought you were a buzzkill, I’d move away as soon as possible.”

Noise flooded his ears, so he looked over at the scoreboard. Seemed like he had missed quite a bit of the game, since many points had been added since he last checked. For a little bit, he forgot that they had even been at a game, but with the roaring crowd, the cozy atmosphere surrounding the three of them cracked instantly, bringing him back to harsh reality.

“GO SPORTS!” Patrick yelled over the crowd, clapping along with everyone else.

“So,” Y/n started as soon as they sat down in a empty booth in a darkish corner of the small diner. It was a cozy place that smelled like milkshakes and heartburn, but in a good kind of way. “Peter, what music do you like?”

“Answer this carefully. You might get on her bad side if you hit a nerve,” Patrick smirked devilishly, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’m not that bad, I swear.” She slapped Patrick’s arm with the back of her hand, rolling her eyes at him. “Tell us already!”

“Oh, well…” Peter started, but drifted off. All of his life, people had made fun of him for what he liked in music, or anything, really. Though Patrick and Y/n seemed nice, would they be like everyone else and judge him? “It’ll sound stupid.”

“Nothing truly sounds stupid,” Patrick said, pointing right at Peter, “and never think otherwise. Your taste matters in this cruel world.”

“Okay. Mostly I listen to David Bowie, Prince, Duran Duran, U2, The Smiths…”

“Ohmygod! Someone who likes good music! Our music!” Y/n squeaked, beaming head to toe. Peter couldn’t recall someone being so happy over a small topic like music, but he thought it was cute. She gripped Patrick’s arm tightly, shaking it vigorously.  “Can we keep him? Peter, can we keep you?”

“Yes?” he said with more of a question than an answer in his voice. These people must’ve been slightly insane, but he thought he liked it, strangely enough. Never had he thought that people like them could exist. So free spirited; people who didn’t care and didn’t want to. They were just… them. And that amazed Peter.

“Do you know The Electric Fetus?”

“Yeah, I love that band.” Peter lied. He really didn’t know who it was, but the last thing he wanted to seem like was clueless.

“It’s actually a record shop, but good enough.” Patrick smiled. He did not even make a big deal about it. Just a casual mess up. Another new thing to add to the list of what makes a decent person. Not everyone had to point out your mistakes.

“Tell you what, sometime over a weekend, I’ll take you there, okay?” she offered. There was a constant undertone in her voice that sounded so welcoming, but he couldn’t place a finger on exactly why. It was something you could get addicted to hearing. “Show you some more good music…”

“Be careful, you start listening to that shit and it’s basically a popularity plague. One old song and your rep is dead.”

“I’m pretty sure my rep can’t get any worse…” he muttered. And at that, they burst out into sudden laughter, startling Peter a bit. Y/n was even wiping away tears from her eyes. Soon enough, Peter joined in with laughing, not fully sure of why yet, but it was just contagious.

“We’ll see about that,” Y/n managed to say, smiling ear to ear. “we can ruin anyone, kid. You’ll learn that soon enough.”

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“Family” Part Two

Words: 1,581

Norman Reedus x Daughter Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Link to part one

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

“You have got to be kidding me.” Anna showed up at my doorstep. It had been a few days since my encounter with my dad. I haven’t seen him since, he had to fly to San Diego for Comic Con, but he’d be back next week.

“Anna? What are you doing here? We don’t usually meet until seven.” I say, looking at the clock. It was barely six in the morning- the sun wasn’t even up yet.

“I told you to watch The Walking Dead, not have coffee with Norman fucking Reedus!” Her eyes are wide.

“How do you know about that?” I questioned her, letting her come inside. She obviously wasn’t leaving.

“Have you been online lately?”

“No, I’ve been busy trying to finish my homework. AP Calculus is kicking my ass. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Search up Norman on Google. Look at the recent media posts about him.” She looks at me weirdly. I pull out my phone, typing in his name. I gasp at the results- there were pictures of the two of us drinking coffee together, being swamped by fans, and getting into the taxi together. The headlines were worse. ‘Norman’s new woman?’ ‘Hot young girl getting coffee with Norman Reedus- See the pics!’ ‘Norman is dating a mystery girl!’

“Oh my god.” I want to scream.

“I just want to know how the fuck you managed to score him! I’ve been trying to get his attention through Twitter forever.” She seemed frustrated.

“Ew, listen, I did not ‘score him.’ We’re not, like, together.” I try to say calmly.

“I don’t understand.”

“Look, if I tell you something, you can’t tell a soul.” I tell her.


“He’s my dad.”

“No way.” She shakes her head. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not. I just found out.”

“Wow.” She seems like she can’t figure out what to say. “Okay.”

“It’s a lot to process, I know. Trust me.” I grab some water from the kitchen.

“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to tell people.”

“People are going to treat me differently. I don’t want people to want to be my friend just because I have a famous dad.” I admit.

“Oh, hun.” Anna laughs. “People are going to treat you differently regardless. They think you two are, like, dating.”


I underestimated his fame.

People stopped me on the streets while I walked to school, asking me questions about my “relationship” with my father. I ignored them and just kept walking, but people still looked at me funny. The whole day throughout school, everyone looked at me weird. Some girls looked jealous, other disgusted. Most of the guys just smiled at me.

“So, dating a big shot, huh?” One of my soccer teammates came up to me in the locker room after practice. “I’m jealous. He’s like a sex god.”

I looked at her in disgust before slamming my locker door, walking away.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry, that wasn’t supposed to make you mad.” She followed me.

“We’re not dating. Not even close. So please leave me alone.” I say with attitude, opening the door and walking outside. “And feel free to tell everyone else that. I’m tired of being stared at.”

I get in bed as soon as I get home, exhausted. All I want to do is talk to my mom, but she’s nowhere to be seen. I grab my phone, going through my twitter feed. It’s filled with people talking about me. Shocker. I don’t even read them. They’re probably just more bullshit rumors.

I was about to shut it off when a new post pops up- a video from the San Diego Comic Con. I click on it, seeing that it was the Walking Dead’s con. It starts off with the announcer talking to my dad, who is not paying attention to him at all. My dad was too busy messing around with the guy who’s name tag says “Andrew Lincoln.” I frown, realizing that this was the guy who I’ve been telling Anna is hot for ages, and he’s seemingly my dad’s friend. Crush gone.

“Norman, we’ve got a question from a fan.” The announcer says, and my dad starts paying attention.

“Hi, Norman! We’ve been all wondering- who was that girl you were with a few days ago?” This blonde lately asks.

“She’s my daughter.”

The crowd goes crazy. I guess they didn’t know I existed.

“You have another kid besides Mingus? What’s her name?” A fan yells from the crowd.

“I don’t know if she’s comfortable with me telling the world that.”

Then the screen cuts black, and the video is over. Half of me is glad he told everyone, so people will stop looking at me like I’m some huge seventeen year old slut dating an older guy. But another half of me is upset. My life is about to change dramatically. Suddenly, I’m not just Y/N anymore. People are going to look at me and just see Norman’s daughter.

I pull out my phone and call my dad.

“What’s going on?” He answered. There was talking in the background, like he was out with friends or something.

“I can call you later if you’re busy.”

“Give me a minute.” He says to someone in the background, and then the noise stops. “Sorry, all the cast members and I are together in the hotel room. Celebrating for the last night of being here.”

“Don’t apologize. I just needed to talk to someone. My mom’s not here, and I’m just super stressed out. People are stopping me on the streets and taking pictures of me. Everyone at my school are treating me weird. I don’t know what to do.” I sigh.

“Hey, look, I go through this all the time. So did Mingus. It’ll die down eventually.”

“Mingus?” I question.

“Yeah, I uh, I have another kid.”

“You’re a busy man.” I joke.

“Shut up.” He laughs. “You know, I fly back into New York tomorrow morning. Why don’t you come stay with me for a few days? I don’t have much to do, but I got a cat and a bunch of South Park recorded on TV if you’re into that thing.”

“I have school.”

“I live in a different borough, not a different state. You can still get to school. Hell, it’s only for a few days, you could skip school if you wanted and we could actually hang out. I don’t have long until I have to fly back to Atlanta to film.” He drove a hard bargain.

“Fine.” I finally say. “Can you just pick me up after school tomorrow? I don’t want to have to walk all the way home just to have to leave again.”

“I’ll be there. See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“See ya.”


The next day was worse. People literally stopped me on the streets to take a picture with me, which was the weirdest thing. They all knew my name, so I guess someone spilled information to the tabloids.

School was about the same. People stared at me all day, but at least not in disgust this time. A few people tried asking me if they could meet my dad but I just ignored them. Finally the bell rang, indicating that school was over. Thank god.

“You coming to practice?” Anna asked me as we took our stuff out of the lockers.

“Nah.” I shut my locker door. “Got shit to do.”

“Coach is going to be mad.”

“No offense, but I don’t really give a flying fuck what coach thinks. I go to every single practice. I have never missed one, and I participate in every single game. Now, if you’d excuse me, I still have shit to do.”

Yeah, she is a little annoying sometimes, but I didn’t mean to be that rude to her. “I’m sorry. I just have a lot going on.”

“It’s fine. Go. I’ll tell her you got sick.” She smiles weakly at me.

I hug her before I go outside. I see a car sitting in front of the school with dark tinted windows. The window to the backseat rolls down, and my dad smiles at me.

“You ready?” He asks. The people outside gasp, but thankfully don’t freak out. I nod and get inside the car.

“Upper East Side, please.” He tells the driver.

“A driver, huh?” I raise my eyebrows at him once I get settled in the car.

“I’m not a pretentious douchebag, if that’s what you’re hinting at.” He laughs.

“Jesus, I feel like I’m in Gossip Girl. Serena, where at you?” I joke.

“What?” He asks.


We get to his apartment building a while later. It’s nice-definitely the Upper East Side. The driver let both of us out, and we walked up to his apartment.

“This is where you live?” I gaped. It was huge, at least for New York standards. It was also really messy, but the nice furniture and the cute cat meeting us at the door made up for it.

“Yeah, sorry it looks like a tornado blew through here. I’ve been sleeping all day and didn’t clean.” He admits.

“I don’t mind. You saw where I lived.”

“Want some food? There’s leftover Chinese in the fridge from lunch.”


I reheat the food, and then take a seat on his couch while I turn on the TV.

Maybe being his daughter isn’t so bad after all. 

Patient 77 ~ Chapter Two

An EXO murder mystery AU feat. ot12

Not requested

Genre: Suspense // Smut // Angst (im sorry)

Member(s): Kris, D.O, Lay, Luhan, & Tao

Summary: (of this series) The spin off to the suspense-filled murder mystery, Nine. With Baekhyun in jail and Yixing in a mental hospital, your life has slowed down and is back to normal. What happens when Yixing escapes and you’re sent to a foreign country to investigate another murder mystery you are put on with Kyungsoo?

Summary: (of this chapter) Wow, there’s already sex. Meeting Luhan and dramatic Yixing.

A/N: Forgive me the smut was rushed.

Number of notes to keep Cee motivated: 80


//One// //Two// //Three// //Four, coming soon//

Keep reading

‘Drunk in Love’ E.D / PT.3

Requested: No

Warnings: Cursing, Drugs, and Probably Sex

Word Count: 1,614

Summary; Basically you’re a drug dealer and you’ll get the point if you keep reading.

A/N; This just randomly came to the top of my head and I’m flustered by it so don’t mind me.

“E-Ethan.” I moaned, scratching all the way up his back.

Ethan thrusted into me harder, causing my back to arch. I threw my head back in pleasure, moaning, making Ethan kiss my neck hard, sure enough to leave hickies. 

“Cum for me, babygirl.” Ethan growled into my ear, automatically sending me over the edge. 

“That’s it babygirl.” 

Ethan’s thrust got sloppier, hitting my spot every time. He pulled out and fell down beside me, throwing his condom into the bin by his bed. He threw the covers onto me and grabbed his underwear from the floor. I watched as his back muscles flexed with every move that he made. 

“I can feel you staring.” He mumbled, causing me to blush. 

I just rolled my eyes and watched as he opened the bedroom door, shutting it quickly behind him. I sighed, throwing the thick cover off of me, leaning over the bed, grabbing my undergarments. I stood up, my legs automatically shaking.

“Fuck.” I grumbled.

I grabbed the nearest shirt which was Ethan’s obviously, tossing it onto my body getting swarmed by the piece of clothing. I looked in the mirror, smiling at how many hickies he left me. 

That glow was more prominent and I have no clue why. I haven’t seen this glow since my ex boyfriend. No, I can’t be falling for Ethan. 

I shook my head and jerked open the door, being welcomed by sex noises.

“What the fuck.” I groaned rubbing my forehead.

“Could you two be any louder?” Jc yelled causing the rest of the boys to laugh.

“Shut the fuck up, Jc. You couldn’t make Lia moan that loud.” I fired back, earning some yells from the boys.

“Shut up, y/n.” he grumbled looking down.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water from the fridge. My group has been chilling at the warehouse for a couple of days, to at least get closer with the group. Overall it’s been a great experience but after only being in this big group for a couple of days, I just figured out that Ethan and Grayson fucked around with the wrong guy who owes them 5 thousand dollars. 

Ethan walked in, giving me one of his famous smirks.

“Are you going to talk to that guy today?” I asked taking a sip from my water.

“I think it’s more safe to now since I have your boys. His group is small but they know what they’re doing.”

“Maybe he’ll listen to me.”

He scoffed, running his talented fingers through his hair. 

“I doubt that, babygirl. I don’t want anything happening to you.”

I blushed, “I mean, I do have the looks and I’m a girl, and guys will do anything to please a girl.”

“Not in the drug world, y/n.”

“You act like I haven’t ever been in the drug world.” I rolled my eyes, walking past him.

“I know you have but things are different in L.A.!”

“I’ve been in L.A. for two fucking years! I think I know what the fuck i’m doing!” 

All eyes were on me and I couldn’t stand it. Maybe joining his group wasn’t a great idea. Two leaders butting heads was not good in our situation. 

“Fine, you try to talk to him and we’ll see what he says. Everyone, grab your weapons and get dressed.”

I rolled my eyes and walked back to the spare room where I was once enjoying Ethan’s presence. I slipped on my black skinnies and decided to throw on one of Ethan’s hoodies. 

“Nice hoodie.” I rolled my eyes.


I slipped on my vans and walked past him, smacking my shoulders against him. I took my switchblade from Kian and shoved it inside my pants.

“Kian, you take Jc, the Jacks and Sam with you. Ethan, I’m riding in your car with you and your guys can tag along.”

Everyone nodded their heads, heading to the cars.

“Why’re you riding with me.” Ethan grumbled, grabbing his keys from the hook by the door.

“Because, since we’re both leaders, we need to talk about a plan.”

“Thought you had this worked out, smartass.”

“Can you stop being a dick for two seconds?” I looked up at him and smirked seeing his jaw clenched. 

I opened the passenger door and heard a faint sigh from Grayson. Guess he’s used to sitting in the front but not anymore. Ethan started the car, telling Jc to follow him. 

“So what’s the plan?” Nate asked from the back.

“Y/n’s going to try to talk to Stephen but, knowing Stephen, that shit won’t work so this is basically going to be a murder case.”

“Why can’t you trust me?”

He glared at me and shook his head, turning his attention back onto the road. I really don’t understand what his problem is. I may be a girl but I know how to work around difficult situations. I’ve been doing this for 10 years now, I think I know what they hell i’m doing. 

“So,” I mumbled, trying to break the tension, “why does Stephen owe y’all 5 thousand dollars?”

Ethan let out a big sigh, running his hand across his chin. 

“Stephen use to be in our group, he actually use to be one of our best dealers. Our group got offered a thousand if we could bring a big stash of coke and weed to the party which we were new and thought it was a good idea, which it wasn’t. So, we trusted Stephen with getting the right amount to the party but we soon realized that he was stealing from mine and grayson’s secret stash in the warehouse and selling it in another group.”

“Yeah, E and I tried confronting him but he sent his group out to fight us which we obviously lost because it was 5 against 2 and we were both fucked up at the time so we just acted like we didn’t give two shits.”

“Yeah so now that your group is also involved, I think we can easily get this 5 thousand back.”

I just nodded my head, feeling my heart pound a little bit faster. If this kid tried to kill the twins, what would he do to me? 

Ethan pulled into an alleyway, parking the car in an abandoned parking lot. I took a quick breath and opened the door, sliding out of the car. Grayson patted my back, giving me a small smile. Jc pulled in almost hitting Nate which didn’t surprise me at all.

“Man, watch the fuck out.”Nate yelled.

“Sorry man!” 

I leaned against Ethan’s car and let out a huge sigh. 

“What’s up?” Aaron asked.

I scrunched my eyebrows up at him. 


The kid never fucking talks to me. I rolled my eyes, folding my arms, earning a low chuckle from Ethan.

“Getting scared, princess?”


“Well come on then.”

I followed behind Ethan, feeling like my legs would give out at any second.

What if this guy tries to kill me? What if he kills Ethan? No, you don’t care about Ethan. Fuck. 

I watched as Ethan whipped out his switchblade, pushing the blade out. We came up on this ratty house with wood nailed in over the windows. 

“Okay, y/n, all you have to do is ask for drugs and we’ll come out okay?”

I nodded my head and silently cried as I watched the boys hide around the house. I slowly walked up to the door, taking a quick breath as I knocked on the door. Footsteps were echoing through the house making my hands shake.

“Who is it?”

“I’m here for some drugs.” I whimpered.

The door flung open, revealing a tall dark haired boy who looked to be around 20. He smirked down at me, making me feel uncomfortable. 

“What do you want sweetheart?”

“She wants her 5 thousand dollars.” 

The tall boy jerked his head up, his vision landing behind me. He laughed, causing my whole body to shudder.

“What don’t you understand, Ethan? I don’t want to give you your money back.”

“You obviously have it, Stephen.” 

My whole body was shaking. I’ve never been in this kind of drug deal. 

“Do you have anymore guys with you?” Stephen asked, taking his vision back down to me.


Stephen jerked me towards him, putting a knife at my throat. 

“If you want her to live, you better get your men out in the yard, right now!” He screamed, pushing the knife deeper into my throat.

“Ethan!” I screamed.

“Shut up whore!” Stephen tightened his grip around me, covering my mouth with his other hand. 

“Let her go, Stephen.” Ethan murmured, glancing back an forth between me and him. 

“Not until you show me your men.”

Ethan called for the guys, they all piled in behind Ethan. Stephen chuckled, causing my heart to beat faster.

“Wow, little one here’s heart is beating so fast. Wonder how fast it’ll beat when I fuck the shit out of her.”

“You wouldn’t.” Ethan mumbled.

“Oh, I bet I would. I know you used her as bait, so, I guess I’ll use her as bait as well.”

“What do you want, Stephen?”

Stephen called for one of his guys, handing him a picture.

“If you can find this man and bring him to me in the next 48 hours, I’ll give her back and if you don’t, I’ll kill her. Deal?”

Ethan’s eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t help but cry. 

“What’s his name?” Grayson asked.

“Jonah Hill. You find him, I’ll give her back. He stole something from me and if you bring it, I’ll give her and your money back. Deal?”

Ethan glanced back at me once again, letting out a sigh.

“Deal, but you promise you won’t harm her.”

“Oh, she won’t be hurt but,” he pulled down my hoodie and traced his finger over my neck, “this soft neck will be filled with my marks.”

Grayson and Kian had to hold Ethan back. 

“Don’t you fucking touch her like that!” Ethan growled.

“Then find Jonah!”


Title: Fire Saftey Part 1

Character: Patrick Sullivan

Movie: The Accidental Husband

Warnings: None, fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Special shout out to @ladylorelitany and @magikat409!

Holding her stuffed bunny rabbit by the ear, little Eleanor “Ellie” Lail shuffled her way down the hall.

She looked around, making sure that no one was out and watching her.

Eleanor had a plan brewing, one that would help her Aunt Y/N Knowles in the best of ways.

Eleanor had been at school, the whole Kindergarten class outside for fire safety week.

There, she had seen a tall, handsome fireman by the name of Patrick. He had dimples and Eleanor knew for a fact that her Auntie loved dimples.

Shoving her bunny into her overalls, Eleanor looked around one more time.

Reaching up until she was on her tiptoes, she hooked her fingers onto the white latch and dropped down to the flat of her feet, using her weight to pull down hard.

Immediately the bell sounded. Eleanor took off in a run towards her Aunties apartment, her little legs moving quickly and her pigtails bouncing.
I shot up off of the couch, hearing the fire alarm once again and the front door slamming.

“Christ, another one!?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.

“Ellie baby?” I hollered, searching the hall for her.

“I’m wight here, Aunt Y/N!”

I looked towards the end of the hall to find Eleanor breathing heavily, Mr. Floppy tucked into her overalls.

“Where were you?” I asked her, picking her up.

“Over at Chawies. We was playin’.” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I carried her out the door and down a flight of stairs to go outside and wait for the fire department to show.

As we waited, I found a place on the brick wall to take a seat. My body ached from working so many hours, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.

Ellie was my responsibility now… My sister had passed away about a year before hand and she had left me as the sole caregiver of Ellie.

I made sure that she never hurt for anything; her happiness and well being was my number one focus.

I had nearly fallen asleep sitting up when Eleanor tugged on my shirt, “What Hun?”

She pointed at a fireman, a smile on her face,”Lookit, Aunt Y/N! That’s the fireman that came to my school!”

I couldn’t get a good look at him and that’s when I realized that I didn’t even have my glasses on.

Gah, I hoped that the building wasn’t on fire.

The visit from the men didn’t last long, but some seemed quite pissed.

“Mistur Patwick! Mistur Patwick!” Eleanor called out, flailing her arms.

The man looked over and smiled as he came closer to where we were sitting.

“Well, well. If it isn’t little Miss Ellie, right?”

Eleanor gasped, her eyes wide, “He remembured my name!”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he chuckled.

“Dis is my Aunt Y/N!”

I squinted at the man; he was still slightly blurry.

He held out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N,”

I shook his hand, blushing when I saw his dimples, “Likewise,”

“Hey Patrick! We gotta go, man!” one of the men by the fire truck yelled.

“It’s safe to go back in, but we’ve been asking that everyone keep an eye out; see who’s pulling the alarms.”

“Sure, thank you for coming out.”

“Not a problem. Ladies,” Patrick nodded his head and walked off, his boots thudding on the cement.

When I turned around to pick Ellie up, I found her with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.

“What’s wrong?”


“Ummm, okay… Let’s go inside and get you some dinner made,”

For the rest of the night and well into the week, Ellie was in a sour mood.

It was a Thursday night when I had come home early and had all the household work done, that I had decided to follow Ellie to see what she was up to.

That was when I found out it had been her that had been pulling the alarm.

Just as she reached up, I hollered at her, “Eleanor Rose Lail!”

She screamed when she spun around. Her bottom lip began to quiver and her eyes filled with chunky tears.

“Young lady, just what do you think you’re doing!?” I demanded.

She started to hiccup cry, “I- I- I just wanted you to be happy!”

My brows furrowed. I didn’t even know whether to be mad at her or not.

“Ellie,” I sighed, kneeling down.

“I’m sowwie!” she cried, cuddling Mr. Floppy to her face.

I gently took her hand and led her back to the apartment.

“Awre you mad?” she hiccuped.

“I’m not exactly happy, Ellie, but we’re going down to the fire station and you’re apologizing to those men whose time you wasted.”

She sniffled, taking the sleeve of her shirt and wiping her nose, “Yes Ma’am.”
The wind was sharp and cold as we walked to the fire station. Ellie had been quiet the whole time.

As soon as we neared the station, we saw a few of the men were outside washing one of the trucks.

I cleared my throat to gain their attention, “I’m looking for Patrick?”

“Yo, Patrick! Broad out here to see ya’s!”

I pushed my glasses up my nose, finally able to see the dimples clearly as Patrick smiled.

“Hey Ellie, Y/N.”

Ellie immediately teared up as I nodded, “Can I speak to you, privately?”

The smile slipped from his face, concern taking place, “Yeah, sure. Come on in Sweetheart.”

Patrick led us inside where it was warm. The kitchen and living room were practically one room.

“You alright, Y/N?” he asked, folding his arms over his broad chest.

Eleanor looked up at me. I gently nudged her, “Go on,”

She played with her bunny’s ears, her lip quivering, “It was me Mr. Patwick,”

Patrick knelt down to her level, “What are you talking about Ellie?”

“I pulled da fire alarm,” fat tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

Patrick sighed, scratching his brow with his thumb, “Ellie, Honey, you can’t be doing that. Why would you do it?”

“Because I wanted Aunt Y/N to be happy…”

He looked up at me slightly confused, “I’m not following,”

“You can make Aunt Y/N happy. She takes vewy good care of me! She needs someone take of her too and she’s vewy bootiful!”

“Okay, okay… One thing at a time, Ellie. I’m gonna have some of the guys show you around and teach you a few things okay?”

Ellie nodded and wiped her nose, “You’re not mad?”

Patrick smiled and tucked away a loose curl, “No Honey, but you can’t pull the fire alarm anymore.”

“Yes sir,”

Patrick called one of his coworkers over and had him show Ellie the ropes.

I stood by the couch, staring at my sneakers. When Patrick came back over, he touched my arm.

“I’ll pay what ever fines, just send me a bill.”

“Don’t worry about that. Come sit down.” Taking me by the elbow, he led me to the couch where we sat at the same time.

“It seems we have a little Cupid in our midst,” he chuckled.

I blushed, playing with my fingers, “Yeah… I’m really sorry about the trouble that Ellie has caused,”

“She’s just a kid and she means well, Y/N,”

“Thank you… for being so understanding,” I said, my voice breaking at the end.

Patrick’s brows furrowed as he leaned closer and placed a hand on my knee, “It’s no problem, Sweetheart, really.”

I cleared my throat, not knowing what possessed me to spill my guts, “My sister passed away in a car wreck about a year ago,”

Patrick’s other hand rubbed my back, “Ellie’s mom?”

I nodded.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,”

“Eleanor means well… I guess, maybe I should let go of a few hours at work so that I can be home with her more… I just don’t want to drown in bills,”

“That’s understandable,”

We fell in a comfortable silence as Patrick continued to gently rub my back.

“Listen, Ellie did get something right,”

“What’s that?”

“You are very beautiful,”

I snorted, slapping a hand over my mouth after the noise escaped me.

Patrick laughed.

He did have some amazing dimples when he smiled.

He licked his lips and smiled, “Let me take you out, on a real date.”

“Oh I don’t-”

“C'mon, just one and if you don’t wanna go out again, I’ll take it as it is. Please?”

I stared into his eyes, seeing the genuineness there. Nodding, I decided to live a little, “Okay,”

“Yesss!” Ellie screeched, making us both jump at the high pitched sound.

“Eleanor Rose Lail!” I smiled, but scolded.

She giggled and covered her mouth, “Sowwie,”


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Ahhh I love your blog ❤️❤️ Headcanon - just some cute cute cute jikook fluff plz thank you beautiful ❤️🐥🐰

omg thank you so much! also thanks for this super lovely request, its a good concept ;) for real tho it’s nice to get something so general lmao i always get the most specific requests. i hope you don’t mind but i decided to make it a cliche flower shop/tattoo artist au instead of non-au. hope you like it! (PS- i know nothing of flowers this is all from wikipedia lmao) ALSO this is kind of soulmate-ish. like subtle soulmates. 

+ jimin was excited. the shop beside the flower shop he worked at had been empty for at least a year. but neighbours finally moved in. he watched as a bunch of guys unloaded chairs and assorted other furniture into the building. he wondered what they would be like. 

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KazaChi Week

Day 2: Reunion

Kyoto, 1868

The gold in his eyes had reverted back to its crimson color. His white hair was honey-blonde again. But Chizuru felt his life fading away, cradling his face in her hands, his cheeks losing its warmth.

Hijikata’s katana was still pierced through him, preventing his healing abilities to activate. But if she pulled it out—if she could pull it out—she would be holding a pile of ashes instead.

“Why? Why did you come back, Kazama?” Chizuru cried, her pink kimono soaked with the pure oni blood of her once-kidnapper.

Kazama reached a bloody hand out to her cheek, blending a streak of red as he wiped her tears. “I had to make sure,” he said, voice hoarse. Chizuru felt his chest trembling, his lungs struggling to find air.
“I had to make sure you were safe, Chi…” his words trailed off.

Chizuru lifted his limp body, holding him closer in her arms. “Please. Please hold on,” she begged. Kazama tilted his face, his eyes half-lidded, and smiled.

“I may not be with you in this lifetime, but I will come for you again,” he whispered, closing his eyes slowly.

Chizuru returned the smile, not quite reaching her tear-filled eyes, but it was soft, nonetheless. She looked up at the sakura tree they were under, reveling in the cool shade. She let out a sigh of relief as she watched hundreds of pink petals dance into the breeze that stopped by.

Her neck ached, refusing to look back down when she heard the sound of a metal clink, and her arms and hands empty.

London, 1945

Chizuru wrapped her small fingers around the man’s wrist. She watched the clock across the wall, counting the beat of his heart silently. She clicked her tongue and shook her head.

“Either something is wrong with you, or you’re excited to see me, soldier,” she teased, writing the result of his blood pressure on his chart. It was a lot higher than yesterday’s. She scribbled a note next to it, reminding herself to talk to Dr. Matsumoto after her rounds.

“I think you should check another body part and you’ll find out the answer, Miss,” the soldier retorted, a crooked grin splashed across his face. Chizuru rolled her eyes at the brash young man, slapping his shoulder in jest.

The flirting was interrupted by a ceramic plate shattering on the floor. “Where is she? Where is she?” A loud familiar voice echoed across the infirmary. The yelling continued, and Chizuru rushed over to aid the other nurses.

“Hey, hey, enough,” Chizuru said calmly, gently pushing the soldier back down on his cot. His head was completely bandaged, two holes poked around the nose and a slit where his mouth was. It was just yesterday that he came into the hospital, bloodied and blinded by a bomb that detonated in front of him. He was lucky to still be alive, although Chizuru presumed it won’t be too long until his wounds got the best of him.

He grabbed her waist, catching Chizuru by surprise. “Miss, I know it’s you,” he said, his hand clasping on her white dress. She laid her hand on top of his, caressing his knuckles. “Yes, it’s me. I’m here.”

Chizuru’s eyes went wide when she saw the bandage around his stomach seeping with blood, emitting a strong stench. His wounds had opened up, possibly infected. “I need a doctor!” she cried out, grabbing white clothes from a table nearby. “Don’t worry, sir, you’re going to be okay.”

The soldier laughed, tugging the necklace around his neck. “You don’t worry. I heal really quickly,” his voice dripped with sarcasm. “Give me your hand,” he requested, his right hand waving around him, reaching out to her.

Chizuru hesitated. She was putting pressure on his wounds and needed both hands to stop the bleeding. “Please,” he said softly.

“Here,” she finally responded, lifting her right hand toward him as she leaned on her left arm, hoping it was enough pressure until the doctor came.

He flipped her hand over, palm facing up, and placed the necklace on it. It was his army tags.

“Wear this when we go out dancing tomorrow,” he said, his thumb grazing her wrist. “I want everyone to know who you belong to,” he teased.

Chizuru chuckled, strays of tears falling from eyes. She was relieved he couldn’t see her right now. She hated her ugly cries. “Yeah, okay.”

A strong arm pushed Chizuru off the soldier. It was Dr. Matsumoto, frantically inspecting the wounds. Another nurse asked her to move, instructing her to return to her duties. Another two men rolled a gurney next to her. “We need to get him to the operating room now.”

Chizuru stuffed the necklace into her pocket. “I’ll come back tomorrow,” she said to herself, praying that the soldier will keep his promise to her.

The next day, Chizuru couldn’t wait to visit the bandaged soldier. Of course she knew they weren’t going out dancing—she wasn’t that naive. But there was something different about him, something familiar that compelled her to stay by his side.

The cot was empty, completely clean like there was never a body there. They moved him, she thought. She ran to Dr. Matsumoto’s office, no intention of knocking his door. “Where did they move the soldier?” she panted, leaning against the door frame. Dr. Matsumoto looked up, piles of paperwork in front of him. “Which soldier?”

Oh. Right. He wasn’t the only wounded soldier in the hospital. She didn’t know his name and a minute passed by before it clicked in her mind that she had the answer in her pocket. She took it out, her thumb swiping at the metal tag. “C. Kazama,” she read out loud.

Dr. Matsumoto dropped his gaze and picked up a pen and continued rustling through the paperwork. Chizuru stared at him, noticing an annoyed look on his face.

“I didn’t even get a chance to operate on him.”

Los Angeles, 2017

“I’m telling you, this house party is going to be off the chain,” Sen boasted, her face plastered to her iPhone. “Jesus, where the fuck is our Uber?”

Chizuru giggled. They both just passed their nursing exams and this wasn’t really her idea of celebrating, but what the hell, it was time for her to finally enjoy her life.

The speakers blared Calvin Harris and Chizuru was ready to leave. It was crowded and Chizuru’s petite frame kept bumping into dancing and drunk bodies. This was not her scene at all.

“You know what? I think I might just go back to my apartment and sleep,” she yelled into Sen’s ear.

“Bitch, we just got here,” Sen clapped back, handing her a beer. Where the heck did she get that beer? Chizuru sighed in defeat. “Fine. I’m going to get some air, but I’m leaving with or without you,” handing back the can of beer.

Chizuru headed to the backyard and she felt eyes following her there. The cold air hit her lungs, breathing new life into her. She walked toward a bench underneath a tree and sat down. She looked up into the tree. She couldn’t remember the name of it, but she thought the pink and white petals were very pretty. It was definitely not native to California, probably from a foreign land, she thought.

“Hey,” a deep voice said behind her. Chizuru jolted. She reached at her purse, like she had a gun or pepper spray in it, but who was she kidding—it could only fit her keys, cell phone and a stick of gum. She turned around slowly and saw a silhouette of a tall man a few feet away from her. She couldn’t quite see his face, the moonlight and shadow hitting different angles of him.

“Uh, hey,” she said right back to him. He moved in closer and he had a finger up to his lips, gesturing her to be quiet. Chizuru flushed red, embarrassed when she finally noticed the cell phone next to his ear. He wasn’t talking to her.

“Tell Amagiri to put in that order. Yes, that one,” he continued. “Fuck. I’ll just take care of it,” he sighed, hanging up on whoever he was talking to. “Useless piece of shit.”

He sat down next to Chizuru, stuffing the phone in the front pocket of his jeans. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t scare you,” he said, his body relaxing into the bench. “It’s too fucking loud in that house.”

Chizuru inched away from the man, giving him more space. She fidgeted in her seat, nervous by the proximity. “Yeah, it’s so much cooler out here.” Oh, my God, she was talking about the weather to him. She couldn’t wait to leave.

The honey-blonde young man stared at her but his eyes were directed at her chest. Chizuru instinctively folded her arms, covering her cleavage. The man quickly turned away and cleared his throat.

“Shit, I’m sorry. You must think I’m a pervert,” he coughed, his head still turned away. “You look too cute to be in the army,” he said, his eyes finally meeting her gaze.

Chizuru touched the dog tags that hung around her neck. “Oh! I found this at a thrift shop,” she laughed, playing with the metal pieces. “My friends think it’s gaudy, but I don’t know. I feel safe wearing it.”

The air around them had shifted and they both were finally comfortable around each other. Time had passed them so quickly and Chizuru began to yawn. She took out her phone and glanced at the clock. It was 12:30 a.m.

“Oh, shit! I have to go find my friend,” she said, putting her high heels back on. When did she take them off?

The young man looked disappointed. He stood up with her, his hands deep in his pockets. He towered over her, even with her three-inch heels on. “Yeah, okay,” he fumbled his words. “I guess I’ll see you around,” his voice trailing at the last word.

Chizuru shrugged, giving him a half smile. “Sure. Maybe we’ll run into each other again,” she said.

She waved at him and walked slowly away from him. She didn’t want to turn back, didn’t want to know if he was watching her leave. I guess he’s not interested, she thought. He didn’t even ask me for my name.

A strong hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her back. He wrapped his arms around her, the warmth of him encompassed her.

“Don’t go,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m such a fucking idiot,” he said, his arms releasing her. Chizuru turned around, shooting him a confused look.

“It would be cool and shit if we ran into each other again,” he ranted, “but I don’t want to wait a century, so I’m just going to ask for your number and call you tomorrow.”

Chizuru’s heart was dancing. A smile grew on her face and she took out her phone.

She nodded, a little too eager.

Bound By Blood - Chapter 9

Pairing: Eric/OC *Sarah*
Fandom: Divergent
Rating: M - Red flags. No kids. 

She’s bound by the love for her family. And he won’t rest till he finds the face to his ghosts.

A/N: …And we have the longest chapter yet. It’s a biggy. Also, a huge thanks to @murmelinchen for all her time and patience. And thanks to everybody and your support, it’s what keeps me going. :)

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