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They Don’t Know

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

@blameitonssamd OMG OMG OMG OMG Congrats babe!! Do you think you can write me something super fluffy and cute with me and Simon Daddy? I’m leaving the rest up to you. Just make our daddy so cute that it hurts.

Thank you babe! I’m sorry if this took long. I want to make it perfect for you and I am worried because it may not be ‘super fluffy and cute’, but I hope you’ll still like it. ily~

Summary: When your parents saw you talking with Hyukwoo, they thought that he was your boyfriend. They insisted on you bringing him to your family dinner. The man seated alone in his chair watched the scene unfold, and he’s not very happy.

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The air was thick with silence inside Hyukwoo’s car. He was behind the steering wheel, you were riding shotgun, and Kiseok took the backseat.

You stole a quick glance at him through the rear-view mirror as you gripped your seatbelt that ran diagonally on your upper body. The scowl on his face was getting darker each second that passed by. When he saw you looking at him, he flicked his eyes away and set his scowl deeper as if it could be engraved on his facial bones.

The fact that you were sitting beside Hyukwoo didn’t help, but what can you do? He was the one who shut and locked the doors of the backseat before you could go inside.

Hyukwoo gulped as he stared at the road. He hadn’t been moving his head since the three of you left your restaurant, and you’re worried he might strain his neck with the lack of movement.

You leaned the side of your head on the window, sighing, and recalled the events that led up to this predicament.

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50+ Followers & Karasuno Mistletoe Special!

AN: Happy Holidays, everyone! As a thank you for 50+ followers, I wanted to write Christmas scenarios of you under the mistletoe with our favorite Karasuno boys. They, uh, turned out to be quite long…. Daichi will be shown first and the rest of the boys will be under the cut. I hope you all enjoy!

DAICHI: School had been out for winter break for about a week now, and that meant that volleyball practice had been on hiatus due to the holiday season. It was quite relaxing for everyone, really, but the team had missed each other so much that Coach Ukai agreed to hold a small holiday get-together before everyone left on vacation (thanks to Takeda-sensei’s begging).

As one of the older managers, you helped Kiyoko and Hitoka decorate Coach Ukai’s home with tinsel, candy canes, and per Hitoka’s request, mistletoe.

“_____-chan, you know it won’t be Christmas without mistletoe!” Hitoka beamed, shoving the plastic plant to your chest.

You pouted. “What if you and Yamaguchi fell under the mistletoe!? Will you really kiss him?”

“_-____-chan!! You don’t have to actually kiss under the mistletoe!! T-that’s just tradition!!” her cheeks burned a bright red.

Knowing the boys, you knew that if you, Kiyoko, or Hitoka fell under the mistletoe with them, they would probably attempt to kiss either of you, without any hesitation at all. But you only wanted to kiss one person, and one person only.

The whole team had finally arrived around dinner time. Sugawara was the only one dressed appropriately with an ugly sweater. But your attention was focused on Daichi the entire night. He looked so good in green….

Your relationship with Daichi would not have existed without the volleyball team. You didn’t meet him until you and Kiyoko joined as managers, and you were so thankful for that. You fell for Daichi almost as soon as you met him. He was friendly, reliable, smart, and so much more. He was simply amazing.

You were chatting with Sugawara about his sweater when Daichi approached you two.

“Thank you for planning all of this, _____-san,” he smiled. Boy, did you love that smile.

“It wasn’t all me,” you messed with the hem of your sweater. “Kiyoko and Hitoka-chan helped, too.” You noticed that the his mug that was once filled with hot chocolate was empty. “Do you want more hot chocolate?”

Daichi gave you his signature smile that made your cheeks flush. “I’d like that.”

You grabbed his mug and he followed you into the kitchen.

“_____-san,” he said. You turned to look at him with curious eyes. God, you were so cute. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Of course. What do you need?”

“Can you look up?”

Confused, you looked up and your eyes widened. You saw one of the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Had you hung that there earlier…?

“M-mistletoe,” you stuttered.

“You know what people do under the mistletoe, right?” Daichi teased.

“Of course I do!”

“Then can I kiss you?”

You felt your face burn as hot as the stove. Had Sawamura Daichi really asked you to kiss him under the mistletoe? How could you decline?

Instead of answering verbally, you leaned into him slowly. He cupped your face with his hands and kissed you. His lips were so soft and boy, did he know how to kiss. You could feel every emotion he felt fo you. You felt like you were melting into him.

Christmas was your new favorite holiday.

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Because It’s Not Enough: GOT7 [ rated ]

✩ jaebum x reader x jinyoung feat. other got7 members, JYP and some ocs
 business men!au x mistress!au
warnings: sexual content, mentions of threesome, language, LONG like 10k+ words omg i should have made this into a series or something

You stood in front of your mannequin, examining the beautiful silk red gown hanging snug around the frame. Although as gorgeous as the dress was, there was something missing. Something you couldn’t put your finger on and it was frustrating you to exhaustion.

The rest of the house was quiet as it was well into the night. You had drawn your curtains from the glass doors that led out too you balcony, letting the bright moonlight beam inside. The only artificially light you had on was the spotlight lamp at your desk, pointed at the stunning red gown.

Leaning against your work desk and staring at your mannequin, you crossed your arms and sighed, pondering on what else could be added to this piece to make it perfect.


You reached over, snatching a blade from it’s container and walked over towards the right side of the dress. You knelt down, pressing your fingers against the material and the frame of the mannequin. Eyeing the long red dress from top to bottom a few times, you held the bottom of the silk material before ripping a slit from the upper thigh all the way down to the end.


It was going to be a headache to sew the edges of the new slit, but you knew you could do it and it would be worth it.

“May I should wait ‘til morning to finish…”

A light knock tapped against your bedroom door and you glanced over your shoulder curiously, wondering if any of the other girls in the house were still awake.

“Come in,” you answered, standing up from the ground to put away your blade.

“Someone’s up late,” a low, familiar voice spoke into your quiet room.

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Ready to Rock

Originally posted by xmendaily

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Ready to Rock

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Can you do a Warren X Reader where your this shy, quiet person and the teacher makes you and Warren partners for everything in class for the rest of the year. As you two work together you start to open up and he finds out how much badass and heavy metal lover you are.

Note: Aww yisss! I had a gr8 idea for this a long time ago, and I’m so glad it fits into the prompt omg. I made up a fictional rocker for this, so if you don’t know what I’m talking about when we get there, that’s why.

Warnings: None?

You were pink pastels and flower crowns, pretty skirts and frilly lace. Warren was spikes and leather jackets, heavy boots and motorcycles, and most importantly rock music. You always heard Warren blasting the music in his dorm, so loud the walls shook. Anytime you forgot where his room was, you just followed the music like a trail of breadcrumbs.

“Warren!” you shouted over the music. Your fist banged against the door as loud as you could. The music flicked off and the door swung open. You pushed your large round glasses up your nose and hugged your books tighter to your chest. “Um, are you still up for a study session, or…?”

There was a long pause, in which you realized Warren was standing there wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Not even a shirt. He was ready for bed.

“Oh yeah, yeah. Sorry. Forgot.”

“I-it’s fine.” you took a faltering step back, the sight of this literal angel shirtless in front of you was almost too much for your heart, causing it to race in your chest. His strong feathered wings stretched behind him in a way similar to flexing muscles, showing off. Not that he needed to. “Um, I can leave if it’s too late. Sorry for-”

“No!” he almost shouted when you turned to leave, his cheeks betraying him by flushing pink. “I mean…it’s not too late if you want to come in. Curfew isn’t for another hour, and I’ll definitely fail if you don’t help me, so…”

“Okay,” you nodded. He stepped out of the doorway so you could walk inside. You took a seat on his bed. He hastily began to tidy up, pushing discarded clothes out of the way and stacking scattered records and books. You took notice of the large ‘Cupid and the Fallen Angels’ poster hanging on Warren’s wall. Her long hot pink hair blew in the wind, and large feathery wings were mounted on her back. She was dressed as many rockers were, in a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, high-heeled boots. She had a quiver full of arrows that she sometimes fired into the crowds at her concerts, and her lips were painted in the shape of a heart. A small smile tugged at your lips. “You like Cupid, huh?”

“What? Oh, yeah. She’s great.” Warren answered. “Got one of her records around here somewhere.”

“Cool.” you nodded, cracking open your Algebra book. Warren sat beside you. Subconsciously, one of his wings came to rest on your shoulder, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You smiled under the weight.

“Is that okay? Sorry. I didn’t ask. It just happens sometimes.” Warren’s wing twitched. You had never seen him so vulnerable before.

“It’s fine.” you assured him, scooting a bit closer. “It’s really warm.”

“I know.” he smirked, reading the book over your shoulder. “So, I hope you can help me understand this, or I’m going to fail.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”


A few days later, you sat with Warren at lunch, joining him in the courtyard, which was surprising to say the least.

“How’d you do on the test?”

“Didn’t get it back yet.”

“How do you think you did?”

“Better than I’m used to.” he admitted. He was fully clothed this time, but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the thick muscles that lined his chest. God, Warren was something else. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” you smiled, your eyes meeting his. “Anytime you need help, just give me a call.”

“Will do.”


“(Y/N)!” Warren called a few days later, swooping through the courtyard in search of you. You waved him over, both hands high above your head. He landed in front of you, a somewhat bent paper in his hand. It was the test.

“So? What’s the verdict?”

“I got a B!” he stated.

“I’m so sorry-”

“Sorry? That’s the best I’ve done all year!” Warren scooped you up in his arms, engulfing you in a tight bear hug. Your feet dangled above the ground as he practically swung you around. You had almost never seen him smile, not like this. “I’m so happy I could kiss you.”

“Yeah?” you somewhat challenged, still dangling above the ground in his strong arms.

“Yeah.” he set you down and leaned in, but just before your lips met…


“(Y/N), do you vant to practice teleporting vizh me?” Kurt asked, appearing out of thin air.

“Um, sure,” you brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. You pressed a long, meaningful kiss to Warren’s cheek, causing his wings to falter and his eyelids to flutter. “I’ll see you later, okay Warren?”

“Um, y-yeah. See you later.” he was in a daze. He didn’t even care that you had left with Kurt. You had kissed him. God, he was whipped.


“Woah dude,” Peter raised his goggles. “Do you need to see the nurse? You look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I’m fine. I was just…kissed by an angel.”

Peter took a bite of his Twinkie. “You’re screwed, buddy.”

“Tell me about it.”


“Hey Warren,” you approached Warren at lunch about a month later, very obviously hiding something behind your back.

“Oh hey,” he smiled that charming smile of his that had been making more and more appearances since you found your way into his life.

“I um…Cupid and the Fallen Angels are coming to town, and my uncle owns the stadium they’re performing in, so…he hooked me up with these.” you handed him a ticket and a backstage pass hanging on a lanyard. Warren’s eyes widened and his jaw just about hit the floor.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I mean, I can’t go. I’m gonna be out of town, but uh, Uncle Howard gave me some for the whole crew, so you won’t be alone.”

“Thank you so much,” he took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly.

“Don’t mention it.” you mumbled into his muscled chest. He chuckled.

“Maybe next weekend I could…take you out for dinner to make up for it?”

“Sure.” you nodded. “I’d like that.”


“Warren!” you knocked on his door minutes before the crew was leaving for the concert.

“Yes?” he opened the door, already dressed in his Cupid shirt. His fluffy Mohawk was arranged into neat curls, and his ensemble was enhanced by his signature leather jacket.

“I…this is gonna sound weird. Can I borrow one of your jackets? It’s an emergency.”

“Yeah, sure,” he let you into his room and opened his closet, revealing at least ten leather jackets. He handed you one, wrapping it around your shoulders. It was such a contrast to your usual pastel and flowers wardrobe, but he would admit: you looked hot.

“Thank you so, so much, oh my God.” you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek. “I owe you.”

“I don’t mean to pry, but what is it for, exactly?”

“Um…I’ll tell you when it’s over.”

“O…kay…?” Warren’s eyebrows crinkled. “Oh, and uh, thank you so much for the tickets.”

“No prob. See you later?”

“Yeah, see you later.” he stated. You winked before walking off. He smiled, leaning against the doorway. He liked the sight of you in his clothes. He might have to loan you his jackets more often.


“Are you ready to rock?!” you walked onto the stage, demanding attention and channeling confidence with every step. The heavy eyeliner and the bright pink wig you wore in all of your concerts were more enough to throw anyone who knew you off of your scent. Yes. You were Cupid.

Being a teleporter certainly helped you make it to shows on time no matter where they were. You didn’t work quite like Kurt. You used portals, and therefore you could transport further than he could.

You strutted down the stage, performing all of your songs. You spotted Warren and the others from the Mansion not too far from the front. You had gotten them the best seats in the house. Warren was close enough to see your face, really, truly see it. His eyebrows scrunched up, and when you got closer, he could have sworn that was his jacket you were wearing…

But he brushed it off. You were out of town, not a rock princess known all over the world. And besides, the (Y/N) he knew was a shy, sweet, innocent nerd. Not a heavy metal rocker with big feathery wings. No. Couldn’t be.


After the concert, you met up with the X-Kids backstage.

“Zhat vas incredible!” Kurt appeared in front of you in a puff of smoke, shaking your hand. “I’ve never been to a concert before! My name is Kurt Vagner.”

“I know, Kurt.” you smiled. Warren squinted, taking a timid step forward. You shed the giant wings mounted on your back and dropped your fake quiver. Lastly, you took off your pink wig and handed Warren his jacket. All of their jaws dropped. “Thanks for loaning me the jacket, Warren. You’re a life saver.”

“But you’re…how?!” Peter shouted.

“Teleporter, remember?” you smirked. Warren was speechless. “I told you guys I was in a band.”

“I thought it was some hippie ukulele group.” Warren chuckled. “But this…I could get used to this.”

“You like it?” you bit your lip and took a step closer to him. One of his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Mmhmm.” he nodded. The other X-Kids subtly snuck away, not wanting to interrupt your little moment.

“You know…” your voice was low. You stepped closer so your bodies were touching. “That last song was about you. The new one.”

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Was everything in it true?”

“Yes,” you nodded, cheeks flushing red.

“Everything?” he asked. You nodded. “Even that you wished your curly-haired angel would kiss you until your lips went numb?”

“Especially that.”

“Well…” Warren’s hands cupped your face, pulling you closer. “I’d say we have our work cut out for us then.”

Sorry this took me so long omg;;; I hope you don’t mind I did it in headcanon form so I could get it out to you quicker

>Usually, he’s the one trying to protect you!
>Likely, he put himself in danger by extending a little too far ahead of the rest of the group
>He’s struck nearly fatally by a sniper shot, he barely has time to get to cover before he collapses
>You hear it happen with your enhanced hearing and rush over to him
>He would definitely be annoyed with your recklessness if he wasn’t busy bleeding out on the ground
>Once you confirm 76 isn’t in immediate danger of dying, you turn your attention to the shooter
>You have no problem locating the sniper and jumping up to their perch
>A giant hound leaping at them mid battle isn’t exactly something they were expecting, you take them out easily
>76 insists he’ll be able to continue the mission after a few minutes in his biotic field
>You insist he gets serious medical attention, which he begrudgingly agrees to
>After the mission he apologizes for being careless and thanks you for protecting him

>He was spotted by the enemy while flanking and got caught out of position
>Your heightened vision lets you see that he’s caught in a bad spot
>You leap behind the enemies as they corner reaper
>All their focus is on reaper, none of them see you as you approach
>You’re easily able to overwhelm the enemies surrounding him
>He’s a little embarrassed that  he let himself be caught off guard
>But no way he’s gonna let you know that.
>Insists he had it handled
>Later after the fight is over, he finds you to tell you he appreciates what you did
>But also lets you know it’s not going to happen again

Drabble #5 - Crowley x Reader

Requested by @okayalycia

“Omg #5 with Crowley x reader pleeeease? I just followed ya but I already love your blog and your imagines so much and don’t stop writing you do it amazingly 💕”

5) “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“One room, please.” You said to the guy behind the counter as you slapped your credit card down.

You had just finished a hunt and were on the long drive back home. You had to stop to get some rest at a hotel because you had no energy to keep driving.

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Parrish- Properly

Request-  Hi there.i dont know if you write about jordan but if you do could you please write one when you and him are dating but the rest of the pack doesnt know and one night you were staying at his house to “help him with something  and when they come to pick you up from his house(scoot stiles lydia)while leaving the guys ask you if you are dating him but scott realizes that you are lying and things get awkward but u finally say it.(omg this is so long sorry)

A/N- So I think this is technically my first Parrish imagine? Woo! Get out the confetti poppers. Next up is either a Scott or  a Liam imagine. 

“Y/n,” a soft voice whispered. “Y/n.”
Your eyelids fluttered as you slowly drifted into consciousness, feeling the cool fabric of a pillow brushing against your cheek. “Y/n, wake up.”
Even though your eyes were still closed, your brow furrowed. You were still in that strange state between sleep and wakefulness, but even in your stupor you realized something was off. The voice was too young to belong to your father, and it definitely wasn’t the persistent, over-excited, yelp of your younger brother. You didn’t remember going out last night, but as you opened your eyes, you saw that you definitely weren’t in your house.
Light was streaming in through the window of a bedroom, and you saw that you were tangled in a set of not quite unfamiliar sheets, although you had never been wrapped in them before. You looked up sleepily and saw that a pair of light green eyes was staring down at you, coupled with a goofy smile.
“Parrish?” you mumbled.
“Morning,” he told you with a grin.
You brushed a strand of hair out of your face and sat up, looking down at yourself to see that you were wearing one of his T-shirts. You reached out to run your fingers over the fabric, and that was when everything came back to you.
You walked into your house, running a hand through your frazzled hair with a sigh. You were fighting the urge to slump against the wall and pass out, but you knew the thing you needed more than anything was a shower. After working for nearly twelve hours on a day full of highway pile-ups and various other medical emergencies, your uniform was stained with blood and sweat.
Passing out might have been tempting, but not tempting enough to warrant spending another minute in your stained clothes. You set down your bag, pulled off your I.D., and walked further into the house, flicking on another light as you went.
“Stiles?” you called into the darkness. “Are you home?”
It was fairly early in the night, even though the sun had already set, so you
knew your brother had probably gone to Scott’s. That was what he usually did when you and your father were working and you reveled in the fact that you had the house to yourself. With the newest horrifying monster running around Beacon Hills, you didn’t get much time to enjoy peace and quiet.
You sighed and headed up the stairs, just as your phone began to ring. You picked it up reluctantly, but a smile crossed your face as you saw that the caller I.D. read  Jordan Parrish. You  and the Deputy liked to think of yourselves as friends, but you both knew that there had always been something more between the two of you.
“Hey,” you said with a smile. “How’s the crime-fighting going?”
Jordan’s laugh rang through the phone, but it wasn’t soft and melodic like it usually was. It was cracked and weak, and you recognized that something was wrong immediately.
“Not too well,” he breathed weakly.
“Jordan,” you said, all joking drained from your voice. “What’s wrong?”
“I could use your help,” he continued. “I, uh, I met the Beast. It’s not exactly friendly and now I might be bleeding to death.”
“What?” you demanded. “You’re not healing?”
“Uh, not quite,” he told you.
“Jesus, Parrish, where are you?” you demanded, walking back down the hall and grabbing your bag.
“The alley across from that Thai place you like,” he told you. “Just down the road from the hospital.”
“Ok, I’m sorry, why aren’t you dragging your dying ass to the emergency room?” you asked, pausing in the doorway.
“What if I start to heal?” he groaned. “That wouldn’t be easy to explain.”
You sighed, but there was no way you were going to leave him for dead, even if there was a good chance he’d start healing soon.  “Okay, okay, I’ll be there. Give me ten minutes.”

“How are your stitches?” you asked him, eyeing his t-shirt clad torso.
“Ready to be pulled out, thanks to you,” he told you with a smile. “The scratches healed while we were sleeping.”
You nodded. “Good.”
Now that you actually remembered running out of your house and searching for Parrish in a panic, the rest came back easily. You remembered helping him (more like dragging him) up to his apartment as his blood soaked through his shirt. He had insisted that you take him back to his place for you to stitch him up, which you found irritating, although you wouldn’t exactly want to receive stitches in a dark alley either.
When you finished, you washed your hands and walked back into his living room, collapsing onto the couch next to him. By then, he was slowly starting to heal and getting his strength back. You, on the other hand, were quickly fading and you had been about to pass out right there and then until Parrish leaned over to you.
“Y/n,” he had said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Do you want to sleep here?”
You must have nodded or something, but at this point the details were a little hazy. The last thing you remembered was pulling on the long t-shirt he had handed you and tossing your dirty uniform onto the floor of his bathroom before passing out face first on his couch. What you didn’t remember was him scooping you into his arms and setting you down on his bed before taking the couch himself, but you hadn’t even been awake for that.
“Sorry for passing out in your apartment,” you apologized. “I had a long day.”
“It’s fine,” he told you. “I get it. It probably didn’t help that I dragged you away from your warm bed to make sure I didn’t bleed to death.”
You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you called me…well, I wasn’t at the time, but I’m glad now.”
“Fair enough.”
Parrish smiled brightly, showing his perfect white teeth. God, was there anything that wasn’t perfect about him? A fluttering, tight feeling suddenly seemed to be sitting in your chest, but you quickly brushed it away.
“So, uh, I would have let you sleep,” he continued. “But I was wondering if you wanted to get some breakfast. As a thank you for saving my life.”
“You would have healed,” you stated with a roll of your eyes. “Besides, I’m pretty sure you could have stitched yourself up if you really had to.”
“Maybe,” Parrish agreed, looking down at where the slashes had been. “But I guarantee you I could never do as good of a job.”
You shrugged. “It’s what I do. Breakfast sounds great though.”
Parrish beamed. “Your clothes are in my dryer. I’ll grab them for you.”
You blinked as Parrish rose from where he had been sitting on the edge of his mattress. “You washed my uniform?”
“It’s the least I could do,” he told you with a shrug.
“Thanks,” you told him.
You could feel a slight blush beginning to flush your face, although you weren’t sure why. You watched Parrish leave the room, and as you were waiting for him to return, you caught sight of your phone sitting on his nightstand. You reached out for it and saw that you had several missed texts and calls.
You scrolled through them, your brow furrowing. The most recent was a call from Scott, and you saw that you had another from Stiles. Most of the texts were from him, although one was from Lydia the night before, asking you what color heels would go best with her homecoming dress.
You looked through Stiles’ messages, rolling your eyes in annoyance.
Stiles 11:45pm
Hey, I thought you got off at 11? Are you working late?
Stiles 11:46pm
Oh wait, you’re not cause your ID is here. You left the door unlocked btw. Just fyi, it would totally be your fault if some supernatural creature got into the house and killed me.
Stiles 12:18am
I’m going to bed. You better have your keys cause I’m not waking up to let you inside when you get home.
Stiles 9:08am
Hey have you seen Parrish? Argent says he chased him and the Beast last night but he lost them. Apparently he was hurt pretty bad. Let me know if you see him. Where are you btw?

You sighed and started to type out an extremely long  explanation message, but that was when Parrish walked back into his room.
“Here,” he told you with a smile as he handed you your uniform and a toothbrush still wrapped in plastic. “I know it’s not the best thing to wear to breakfast, but we could stop at your place so you can change.”
“No,” you said gratefully as you set your phone down. “It’s fine. Thanks, Jordan.”
He smiled down at you for a few seconds, but then he realized that he was just staring at you. He blushed and looked away. “I’ll, uh, I’ll let you change. Toothpaste is in the bathroom.”
He walked out of the room again, and you quickly jumped up to put your uniform back on. It smelled fresh and clean, and a lot like Jordan. You walked into his bathroom and as you passed the mirror you realized you looked more than a little disheveled. Reaching into your pocket for a hair-tie, you quickly settled on yanking your hair back into a ponytail. You weren’t exactly ready to walk out onto a runway, but it was the best you could do at the moment. You quickly brushed your teeth and headed out of the bathroom, hoping that you didn’t look totally awful.
Then you slipped your phone into your pocket, all texts to Stiles forgotten, and you stepped out of Jordan’s bedroom. You peered down the hall and walked into his living room, catching sight of your forgotten, unzipped medical bag sitting next to his couch. You knelt down and closed it, and then you picked it up and tossed it over your shoulder.
“Ready to go?” Jordan asked you as he popped his head out of his kitchen.
“Yeah,” you told him with a smile. “I guess I’m driving since you don’t know where your car is.”
“I’m hoping somewhere safe,” he told you as you headed out the door. “But if not, I’ve got my station car…and a friend who might be willing to give me a ride.”
You grinned, looking up into his green eyes. “Parrish, the only way you’re getting a ride from me is if you’re riding in the back of my ambulance.”
“Don’t tempt me, Stilinski,” he told you with a smile.
You laughed and turned to head down the hall, but he gently grabbed your wrist. “Hey, Y/n?”
“Yeah?” you asked as he let go of your wrist.
“You’re off tonight aren’t you?”
“What?” you asked with a laugh.
“You’re off tonight,” he repeated, although it was more like a statement than a question this time.
“Yes,” you told him, and not only could he see you smiling, but he could hear it in your voice. “How’d you know that?”
“We keep a copy of the first responder schedule at the station,” he admitted sheepishly. “I check it from time to time.”
“Are you asking me out, Deputy?” you asked him slyly.
“I might be,” he admitted.
“But we’re together now,” you pointed out.
“Well yeah,” he agreed. “But only because you fell asleep here after stitching up my wounds. I wanted to do this properly.”
You laughed. “Nothing ever happens properly in this town.”
You reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt and he eagerly leaned down to meet your lips. The kiss was soft and gentle, and you could have laughed at the fact that Parrish was keeping his hands politely on your waist. He was literally the perfect gentleman.
You could have stayed that way forever, except for, one; your need to breathe and two; the voice from behind you that said “Well, well, well. So this is where you went last night.”
You froze and pulled away from Parrish, only to turn around and see Scott, Stiles and Lydia standing in the middle of the hall. Lydia smiled and winked at you with a small tilt of her head, and Scott was standing next to her, blushing slightly. He looked a little embarrassed, but you could see that he was happy, although Stiles looked the exact opposite.
“You know,” Stiles continued. “You could have mentioned you were staying the night with the human torch. We’ve been looking for both of you for hours.”
“I was a little busy,” you told Stiles.
“Well if you got your own place, I wouldn’t have to worry about you running off in the middle of the night to get busy-”
“Stiles!” you complained. “Not like that. Jesus Christ, I was trying to make sure he didn’t die. I fell asleep on his couch.”
“So that’s why you were just making out with him in front of his apartment.”
“I’m an adult,” you stated. “Unlike you. I’m also your older sister, which means when I tell you to get your ass back home and do those dishes you forgot to do, you do it.”
“I didn’t-” he began, but then his eyes narrowed and became wide again. You hadn’t been sure he had forgotten his chores, but you had a hunch. Luckily, your big sister instincts were spot on. “How did you even-?”
“So, uh, you’re okay?” Scott cut in, eyeing you and Parrish.
“We’re great,” he told them. “Thank for checking on me though.”
“Is that all you guys needed?” you asked them.
“Actually,” Stiles began. “The jeep may have broken down on this wild goose-chase to find you two. So you’re gonna have to give us all a ride home. And maybe call a tow-truck for Roscoe.”
You gritted your teeth, and shot Stiles a glare so deadly that the others were surprised he hadn’t dropped  dead onto the floor of the apartment complex. You narrowed your eyes at your little brother, but it wasn’t like you could just order him to walk home.
“Fine. I’ll take you three home,” you told them, but then you turned back to Jordan. “Is it okay if I come back and pick you up?”
He grinned at you. ”I’ll be waiting.”
You smiled and nodded, and then headed down the hall with Scott, Stiles and Lydia in tow.
“So,” Lydia said in a sing-song voice. “Do I get all the hot and heavy details?”
“No!” you snapped at her. “There were no hot and heavy details.”
“So you’re not together?” she asked with a pout.
“Uh,” you began uncertainly. “No.”
But Scott, who could hear the skip in your heart, smiled. “You sure about that?”
You sighed. “I don’t know.”
“I think you’re dating,” Lydia told you with a grin. “And I do want those details.”
Stiles made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. “Ugh. Spare me.”
“Hey,” you told him with a smirk. “I can still leave your ass on the side of the road.”
“Well then I’d just walk into traffic,” he told you haughtily. “Then you’d have to come stop my internal bleeding.”
“Maybe I’d just let you die,” you fired back.
“Dad would so ground you,” Stiles told you with a smirk. “Doesn’t matter if you are 23.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile on your face. You were having way too good of a morning for it to be ruined by Stiles’ snark. “Whatever.”
“So,” Lydia prompted. “Are you going out with him again tonight?”
You looked over at her with raised eyebrows. “Maybe.”
The banshee squealed and clapped her hands together. “I knew it!”
For the duration of the walk down the hall and the whole elevator ride, Lydia didn’t stop singing “They’re dating! They’re dating!”
You rolled your eyes once more, but in the end, you couldn’t say you minded. Your stomach suddenly growled, reminding you of what you would be coming back to, and it was way more than just breakfast.

If my drawing skills were good enough I would totally redraw scenes from The Little Mermaid with Jimin as the mermaid prince who falls in love with a human who would be me asdfgh ignore this weak af comment

Can you imagine our little Jimin with pretty deep green scales and fins, swimming around in his underwater castle? He’s one of many siblings but his beautiful voice make him stand out; as well as his curiosity and fun-loving personality that got him into some troubles before. 

He’s so curious about the human world and every new object coming from the land is an inestimable treasure to him…and his best friend Tae the fish is always there by his side in his adventures. 

asdfghjkl can you imagine?? Jimin looking lovingly at this human dancing on the boat, thinking this is the most beautiful human he ever saw… he has this sweet smile on his face and he giggles when the human does. AND JIMIN SAVING HIS HUMAN FROM DROWNING AND THEN SINGING HIS LOVE AHHHH 

Psst can you see Jimin playing with corals and shells as he’s all lovestruck? Picking up seaweed to do the “they love me-they don’t” thing?? Just- picture this: lovestruck Jimin singing to himself!! 

His love makes him go to the Sea Witch where he exchanges his voice for human legs; and here he is, standing with his shaking new legs, mute but he’s all smile and Jin the crab can’t scold him because he can’t resist Jimin’s eye smile. 

And he finally gets to meet his human and ahhh he’s so happy…so shy yet so happy… of course there’s the problem of his lack of voice but who cares. Love blossoms and grows. 

Let’s just pass the whole “the sea witch betrayed the deal and now i have to save my human” situation and skip to the part where he’s a mermaid again and looks at his human longingly from the ocean. His smile is relieved yet sad, so sad… His human is safe but now they are separated I JUST LOVE THE IMAGE OF MERMAID!JIMIN ON HIS ROCK LOOKING LONGINGLY AT HIS HUMAN

But! Jimin’s father, the king of the sea, cannot bear to see his child so unhappy. So he grants him his deepest wish: becoming human so he can join the love of his life. And here is Jimin, stepping out of the water with a dazzling smile on his face and he runs toward his human, who could cry from happiness. But he wipes his human’s tears away because, from now on, they’ll always be together. 

Losing Faith (Daryl Dixon imagine)

imagine: you are a Christian slowly losing your faith. as the new world has already forced you to break a few of the ten commandments already, Daryl helps you to break the rest. (1,705 words)

i’ve been studying the bible a lot recently and thought this would be a pretty interesting idea for an imagine, even though it is a little weird! i can imagine daryl being somewhat interested by religion, despite not holding any beliefs himself. hope you enjoy! - gabby :)

tw: i just want to mention that some christians may feel uncomfortable reading this as i understand the importance of the decalogue. i have complete respect for the religion and followers of it and i do not intend offence at all

Originally posted by luxurycruisecaryl

I’d been happily raised as a Christian and always enjoyed going to church, studying the Bible, singing hymns and praying with my parents every evening. I’d married a Christian man; admittedly the relationship wasn’t great and we did divorce, but I had always been surrounded by the faith. But that was before I’d seen dead people walking, covered myself in the guts of walkers for disguise, and before I’d shot Hershel’s reanimated family as they came out of the barn. I’d been questioning my faith for a while now.

Daryl and I were the last people you’d expect to be good friends; I being a quiet, reserved Christian girl and he being almost the opposite of that. Our friendship perplexed the group, that was evident, but no one questioned it. I lessened Daryl’s grumpiness and he encouraged my fun side; we certainly brought out the best in each other.

So it wasn’t a surprise to me that Daryl noticed something was up on the evening Rick, Glenn, Hershel and I returned with Randall. I’d ended up having to go against my beliefs and had shot someone living, something I vowed to never do. I headed straight towards my tent after grumbling a half-hearted goodnight to everyone, only to be followed by Daryl. 

“What happened out there?” Daryl queried, crouching beside the entrance to my tent. I tried to ignore him, tucking myself into my sleeping bag and turning away from him. “Y/N?”

“God doesn’t exist,” I whispered, barely audible. As I turned to face Daryl the moonlight lit up his face, displaying his concerned and confused expression. “Why would he allow the world to fall apart so that we are forced to kill, to break the Ten Commandments?”

“You killed someone?” My lack of response answered Daryl’s question, so he took a different approach. “How many’ve you broken?” He sounded intrigued while remaining considerate.

“Two, I guess. I don’t think leaving your parents to die in a hospice for elderly people while the world ended counts as ‘honoring your father and mother’.” I turned to face away from Daryl again, my eyes brimming with tears I wanted to keep hidden. 

“Better rest up, Y/N.”


“We’re gonna break ‘em all tomorrow.” 

I awoke to my tent being violently shaken; I grabbed my knife and tentatively unzipped the entrance, making sure the zip made as little noise as possible. As I peered out of the tent I could make out Daryl’s boots and jeans as he shook the pole holding my tent up. Rubbing at my drowsy eyes, I kicked him lightly in annoyance of my wake up call. 

Oh my fucking God, Daryl, you’re so annoying” I groaned, stretching and yawning as I embraced the morning. I giggled at my words. “There goes another commandment broken. You shall not take the name of the Lord in vain.”

“This’ll be easier than I thought,” Daryl grinned, leading me towards a tree a little while away from the farm so we could plan in peace.

We leant against the tree; Daryl cleaned his crossbow while I scribbled my thoughts in my notebook, a hobby I had kept from before this all happened. The shade cooled us from the blazing summer heat, and I enjoyed the sound of the light wind rustling through the leaves above us.

Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy,” I muttered, catching Daryl’s attention. “The Sabbath day is Sunday.”

“I know what the Sabbath day is, I ain’t dumb.”

“Just making sure,” I grinned, playfully nudging his shoulder. “I have no idea what day of the week it is, and I’m pretty sure it’s impossible for any day to be holy with walkers around, anyway.”

Daryl nodded and finished polishing his crossbow before placing it on the ground and lighting a cigarette. I squinted to look at him as he chewed on the end of it, taking a long drag.

You shall have no other God’s before me,” I recited, secretly enjoying the overpowering scent of Daryl’s cigarette. “How am I gonna break that one?”

Daryl grabbed my notebook and shuffled away from me, a small smile playing on his lips as he exhaled smoke. 

“Daryl is so god-like,” he grinned, trying his best to imitate my voice. “I gotta shrine to him in my tent an’ I worship him every night.” I rolled my eyes and caught the notebook he was tossing back to me, smirking as he chuckled to himself, amused by his own lame joke.

“I guess that’ll have to do,” I laughed lazily and took Daryl’s cigarette from between his lips, curious to take a drag. I tried to ignore his laughs as I spluttered and coughed on the unpleasant taste of the smoke.

“Carl, can I borrow some paper?” 

Daryl had come up with the genius idea of drawing an image of God to break the commandment “you shall not make idols”. Carl took a break from drawing what looked like a comic strip and handed me some paper. I drew a generic picture of an old man with a long beard floating on some clouds, embarrassed by my lack of artistic skill. 

“There, I made an idol of God.”

“Wait a second,” Daryl grabbed the pencil and drew devil horns on my awful cartoon portrait, also giving ‘God’ sharp teeth and green skin. “Much better.”

“You’re so going to hell, Dixon.”

“Hell ain’t gonna be much worse than this.”

As we strolled back to the RV to grab a drink of water and some late breakfast, I quickly slipped Daryl’s crossbow off of his shoulder and tossed it into my open tent as we passed it by. He glared at me, but before he could question it I quoted “you shall not steal”, before declaring that the crossbow was mine for the night. Daryl wasn’t too fond of that idea.

I’d broken seven commandments so far in such a short amount of time, and it felt rather invigorating to defy the rules I’d lived my life by for so long. Daryl and I sat in Dale’s RV, sharing a can of peaches and laughing over the ridiculous drawing we created earlier. I kicked my legs up onto the small table, knocking over a glass in the process; Daryl and I both winced as we heard it shatter on the floor. Of course, Dale had to enter the RV in that exact, unfortunate moment.

“Sorry Dale, Daryl knocked your glass over, I’ll clean it up,” I said sweetly, to which Dale tutted and left his RV, exasperated.

“I ain’t the one who smashed that, Y/N!” Daryl exclaimed, watching me struggle to pick up the fragments scattered all over the floor.

You shall not bear false witness against your neighbour,” I replied. I noticed Daryl’s puzzled look. “It basically means don’t lie to people.” 

“You’re a real convincin’ liar.”

“Why thank you.”

Somehow, I’d fallen asleep in the RV after reading a book for a short while. When I awoke, my head was in Daryl’s lap, and it seemed he’d drifted off too, his head resting against the wall behind him, his light snores making me giggle. I sat up and studied his sleeping face, finding myself smiling and absent-mindedly reaching out to touch his face. I stroked the rough skin of his cheek, watching him stir into consciousness. I pulled my hand away quickly, suddenly realising what I was doing. I wasn’t quick enough though, as Daryl awoke with a smirk on his face, pulling me closer to him once more.

“Didn’t know you were a cuddler, Daryl,” I grinned, resting my head on his shoulder. 

“Only when I‘m sleepy,” he replied, arousing a giggle from me. His hand snuck around my waist; I shivered at his touch. 

“How many of ‘em we got left?” He asked, lacking the energy to open his eyes. His voice was raspy from sleep, and I tried to suppress my attraction to him in that moment. I’d always thought Daryl was good looking, but had never felt such warmth towards him until now. 

“Two,” I replied, snapping out of the daze I was in, my face reddening as I came to the realisation that I’d been gazing at him in affection. “You shall not covet.”

“What’s tha’ mean,” he drawled lazily, running a hand through his untidy hair; I found myself yearning to run my own fingers through it. 

“To covet means to have a desire for something forbidden,” I stammered on my words as I felt his hand roam underneath my shirt, resting on the bare skin of my hip. Daryl began to draw small circles on my skin with his fingertips, and my breath fluttered. This was certainly not what I expected to happen this afternoon, but I wasn’t complaining.

“I ain’t forbidden, Y/N,” he muttered. “I’m all yours.” 

I couldn’t tell whether he was joking, so I laughed off the remark and focused on the feeling of his touch on my skin, cherishing the moment. It was true though, I did have a desire for Daryl, I’d only just uncovered it.

“What’s the last one, Y/N?”

You shall not commit adultery,” I breathed quietly. “And because I was married before, sleeping with anyone other than my ex-husband counts as adultery in Christianity.”

A smile played on Daryl’s lips as he placed his hands on my shoulders and looked at me intently. I admired his tongue as he licked at his chapped lips, feeling the urge to kiss him then and there.

“If you want, I can help you break that last one,” he whispered, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear. “Meet me in my tent later?”

His lips were all of a sudden upon mine and the feeling was greater than I could have hoped; his tongue danced over my bottom lip causing me to gasp inwardly. Before I could even kiss him back, he’d exited the RV with a wink, leaving me alone to collect my racing thoughts. 

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered to myself, before chuckling at the blasphemy I hadn’t even intended. I was sure now that I was no longer a child of God; the unholy scenes featuring Daryl and I that were playing out in my head were definite proof of that.