savage innocents

Things I want in "The Ship of the Dead"

♡ More about Magnus homeless life
♡ More about Alex life
♡ More floor 19 interactions
♡ Thor and his goats!!! I love Thor and his savage gooffy innocence and I love Otis and Marvin!!!
♡ Serious gods like Frey and Vidar
♡ More Jack doing that thing he does when he summarize the whole situation like “Hey, guys! Ooh, a tomb imbued with evil magic? Cool!”. Idk why, but I always laugh so hard when he does that
♡ I’m tired of magical teens saving the world in regular clothes. I want them in fucking viking armors!!!
♡ Sam and Annabeth being friends
♡ Hearth RULING rune magic. I want a scene where Hearth is being so fucking badass that his eyes glows and he levitates in the air with a shinning aura that emanates runes around him while he rewrite the foundations of the Earth with the language of the universe
♡ And Blitz looking at him like "holy shit I’m dating a god”
♡ I want Blitz being fucking badass and punching monsters in the face with magical and stylish gauntlets
♡ And Hearth blushing thinking about how handsome his boyfriend looks punching things
♡ LOKI! I want Loki being evil and charming and bi! I want Loki tormenting everyone. I want this book to be all about Loki. I want they fighting against Loki, talking to Loki, breathing Loki and the ship is Loki and it rains Loki and EVERYTHING LOKI!!!!
♡ Gimme Jack being damaged and Magnus trying to fix him with his healing powers
♡ I just want a good end

The Boy in the Picture

There was an old photo in my attic,

  of you…

      when you were a child at play.

You had given it to me back in the day,

      back when we were lovers…

         before our hearts both ran astray.

I study the picture of the little boy,

     who’s grinning.

        I didn’t know your heart back then…

        when your innocence was still winning.

You grew up, of course, and your desires shifted.

         your innocence killed…

          while your lust was constantly fulfilled.

When did you start missing it?

    The innocence…

     that joyful feeling of purity and curiosity combined.

How bad you must have missed it,

     that you felt such a strong need to rob me of mine.

i just watched A Ghost Story and it was good but there was this part where a settler family is killed by native americans and i hate how in movies we’re evil savages hunting poor innocent white colonizers. and it’s funny in horror movies too bc the whole “indian burial ground” trope is like, repackaged white guilt but still makes our spirits “malevolent” and the white people victims. i think this is all very funny too considering the real horror story is uh, being the victims of genocide

Oh, how would the guys react if someone came up and started flirting/hitting on them? While they were on a date with their S/O?

Get ready for some awkward encounters indeed

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • The two of you were having a nice time together in a bookstore
  • While you were browsing, a man you’d never seen before angled up to your boyfriend and got right up into his personal space
  • “Well you’re an odd-looking guy, but you’re still hot as hell. Let’s get to know each other…” His sly grin was almost insulting.
  • Shinguuji slowly turned to face the man, whose face went from confident cockiness to abject horror in an instant. 
  • Shinguuji’s face, on the other hand, was full of such murderous intent it seemed to emulate a dark aura that swept through the entire store.
  • The man felt mortal terror for the first time in his life.
  • “Uh… n-nevermind, then! S-Sorry!”
  • And thus, he took off, leaving you both behind.
  • When Shinguuji turns back to you, his face is perfectly calm. “Shall we move on?”
  • You stifle a laugh.The poor dude never stood a chance.

Rantarou Amami

  • It was supposed to be a simple date to grab some crepes, but out of nowhere…
  • The girl standing behind the two of you in line asked for Amami’s phone number!
  • While the two of you were holding hands!
  • He politely declines, but she insists that he hands it over, so -
  • Amami, smiling as sweetly and serenely as ever, leans closer to you and kisses your cheek. 
  • The girl is a bit shaken but puffs herself up and presses on. “You’d be better off with -”
  • Amami doesn’t even let her finish that sentence.
  • “Sorry, but I have no interest in rude, pushy people like you. Maybe next time, before you insult other people, you should take a look at the glass house you’re standing in.”
  • Amami’s savage words and seemingly innocent smile land the finishing blow… the girl flips him off before stomping out of the store.
  • Amami looks at you expectantly, seemingly asking, ‘did I do good??!’
  • You just roll your eyes and step up to order
  • (He sees you smiling, though).

Kokichi Ouma

  • When a random guy came up to Ouma and asked for his number, you were flustered and about to object
  • Before you could, Ouma grabbed the phone out of the guy’s hands
  • “Oooooh, yeah, great! I would just looooove to hear from you!!” he said, smiling innocently as he handed the phone back.
  • What.
  • “Ohh, that’s awesome! My name’s-”
  • “Can’t talk now, sorry! Bye-bye now!” Ouma hurriedly shooed him away. 
  • “Why the heck would you give him your number??”
  • Ouma giggles. “Oh, I didn’t. Don’t worry. He’ll be in for a fun surprise!”
  • Ouma refused to tell you what he did exactly, but knowing him, you were sure it wasn’t anything good.
  • Later on, the guy who asked for Ouma’s number received a “Dice” virus on his phone, which then transferred to his computer, rendering both useless.
  • All in a day’s work for Ouma.

Shuuichi Saihara

  • Saihara’s surprised by their forwardness.
  • Out of everyone here, they chose to ask him out?
  • Disregarding the unknown variables that led to him being asked out, there was also the fact that he was sitting right next to you. On a date. With you.
  • Maybe he should make it more clear that the two of you are together..?
  • After a pause, Saihara reached over and held your hand.
  • “Um… come on, let’s finish out our date at home, okay?” He said to you, shying away from the person standing in front of him.
  • The two of you walked away hand-in-hand
  • You couldn’t help but giggle.
  • “Wow, I’m glad that’s not how you reacted when I asked you out.”
  • Saihara laughed weakly. “Yeah… let’s talk about something else.”

Kaito Momota

  • The two of you were stuck on a ride with four other people. It had been a fun day at the amusement park, and Momota was telling you all about the kind of “rides” astronauts-in-training would use.
  • One of the women across from you interrupted Momota all of a sudden. “Wow, are you an astronaut? That’s amazing! You seem like the kind of guy anyone would be lucky to have!”
  • “Uhh…. okay,” was all he said.
  • “Why don’t you come sit with me?” she continued. “I’m single, by the way. And you’re just my type.”
  • Momota was a bit ticked off by this. “Sorry, I don’t think so. See, I’m taken, by the way. And you’re not my type.” He gestured to you. “They are,”
  • The woman was struck silent, and that was that. 
  • Momota returned to your conversation. This time, though, he kept his arm wrapped around you. And he didn’t move it until you were able to exit the ride.


  • “Hey, good-lookin’… Can I have your number?”
  • Kiibo stared blankly at the woman who’d asked him that - totally unprepared for her question. Then he shook his head firmly.
  • “….I apologize. I do not know you. Good-bye.” He then walked right past her, pulling you along and unintentionally snubbing the woman in question.
  • You start laughing. “Kiibo, that girl was flirting with you. She wanted your number so she could get to know you, not because she already knew you.”
  • “Oh?” Kiibo was unconvinced. “In any case, I would not date anyone other than you. So why should she bother?”
  • You shrug. “Because people only think about themselves sometimes?”
  • “Fair enough.”

Gonta Gokuhara

  • The two of you were at a nice sit-down diner for a casual date. Things were going well, as always, but you noticed that the waitress was trying to hit on your boyfriend the entire time.
  • She would wink at him, speak only to him, ask him if there was ‘anything special she could get just for him’, laugh at almost everything he said, the list went on and on. She even asked to feel the muscles in his arm and gushed about how handsome he was.
  • Honestly you’d be ticked if it wasn’t so hilarious.
  • Because although Gonta was a perfect gentleman to her, he did not give two shits about engaging her in the slightest. He would respond to her politely, and then immediately go back to talking to you. He was focused on you the entire time, and the waitress nearly ran herself ragged trying to get his attention. But he just wouldn’t give it to her.
  • You made sure to take Gonta’s arm as you walked towards the door. The waitress was giving you the evil eye from where she was standing at the front. You only smiled at her in reply.
  • It was a flawless victory in your book, and Gonta was unawares the entire time.

Ryouma Hoshi

  • Some fucko was trying to chat Hoshi up right in front of you
  • He was utterly disinterested, didn’t even reply to them at first, but after they refused to stop…
  • Hoshi stared at them before decisively stating: “I could cleave your head off with one swing.”
  • Well, they didn’t take Hoshi seriously before, but he said it so seriously -
  • They laugh weakly and scurry away.
  • “Pfft- Well, that just happened,” you say.
  • Hoshi just shrugs. He’s used to it by now.

Originally posted by stellarollins

The Shield x Reader One Shot request - One Night

I fumbled with the key, cussing as I jiggled it in the door but it didn’t budge.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I muttered under my breath as I tried again. This time it worked but not because of my key. The door swung open and I was met with a pair of amused brown eyes.

“Can we get this stupid ass door fixed sometime soon,” I grumbled as I stepped in and tossed my purse on the nearby table.

“Well, hello to you, too,” Seth grinned down at me as he kissed the top of my head.

“The door works just fine for all of us, babe, so maybe you should work on learning how to use keys instead of complaining about doors.” Roman’s deep voice was full of laughter as he wrapped me up in a quick hug.

“Fuck all of you,” I grumbled as I untangled myself from him and made a beeline for the fridge.

“What’s up buttercup,” Dean came around the corner and gave my shoulder a quick squeeze as he walked by me in the kitchen.

“Not much, D, not much,” I grinned in spite of my foul mood as I grabbed a Stella from the fridge. Loud throat clearing from behind me clued me in to the need for a few more beers. I grabbed three more and spun around, placing them on the island. “Use your words, guys,” I smirked as I slid the beers towards each of them.

“Our method seemed to work just fine,” Seth said innocently.

“Savages.” I called back as I headed towards the huge couch in the family room.

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Originally posted by painfulblisss

Niall Horan One Shot - Housemates

I fumbled with the key, cussing as I jiggled it in the door but it didn’t budge.

“Fuckin’ hell,” I muttered under my breath as I tried again. This time it worked but not because of my key. The door swung open and I was met with a pair of amused blue eyes.

“Can we get this stupid ass door fixed sometime soon,” I grumbled as I stepped in and tossed my purse on the nearby table.

“Well, hello to you, too,” Niall grinned down at me as he kissed the top of my head.

“The door works just fine for me, babe, so maybe you should work on learnin’ how to use keys instead of complainin’ about doors.” His voice was full of laughter as he wrapped me up in a quick hug.

“Fuck you,” I grumbled as I untangled myself from him and made a beeline for the fridge.

I grabbed a Stella from the fridge as loud throat clearing from behind me clued me in to the need for another beer. I grabbed one more and spun around, placing it on the island. “Use your words, Horan,” I smirked as I slid the beer towards him.

“My method seemed to work just fine,” Niall said innocently.

“Savage.” I called back as I headed towards the huge couch in the family room.

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anonymous asked:

(immigrant latina anon here who likes your blog a lot and wants to share a thought) What gets me too about the Chimamanda thing is...where is the empathy and desire to understand HER position from all these white pomo libfems? Why are THEY so certain they have nothing to learn from HER? They're so sure they know everything about our lives b/c they read a tumblr post like "uwu these silly savages were too innocent to understand vaginas" and it's like--listen to US. We're not brainwashed! (cont)

(cont) it’s like…I’m kind of on the fringes of a industry w/ a lot of well-known white trans women, some of whom I respect and admire, even, but I’m so angry rn b/c they’re…white males condescending to a Nigerian woman! And I KNOW they know SHIT about being a Nigerian woman! And it’s like…you’re really sure that one of my most celebrated and brilliant speakers on African women’s life needs to be “enlightened” by YOU, who grew up a suburban white boy??? (to be blunt about it…)


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Todoroki Shouto:

  • He grew up in a Vampire family with very different ideals, and pasts. Todoroki’s mother had many humans in the family, with the Vampires choosing to take on human lovers instead of Vampire ones. Todoroki’s mother doesn’t tell him until he’s much older, but she suspects her human lover was killed by his father to coerce her into marrying him.
  • Todoroki’s father would never look at a human unless he was hungry, and had no interest in being their lovers. He was very deeply into Vampire society politics, and was a rather high ranking Vampire Soldier before his parents became deceased and he chose to head his family business instead.
  • Todoroki’s mother was strictly against killing of any sort, because she didn’t want to act like the monster everyone assumed Vampires were. She was kind to humans just as she was to Vampires, and Todoroki listens to her ideals more than his fathers; he refuses to kill just for blood, no matter how desperate, because he doesn’t want to disappoint his mother (or appear to be like his father).
  • Todoroki wouldn’t mind taking on a human lover, but would be paranoid, as his father not liking the idea may lead to unwanted deaths. He doesn’t want to start trouble and thus avoids romance for centuries of his life, until he’s sure he’s powerful enough to take on his father should he ever hurt the person he wanted to be with.
  • Todoroki would prefer having one person, such as a significant other, to feed off of because he feels more comfortable when the person gives him permission to take their blood. It’s not easy to find targets repeatedly, and it would take out the stress of him potentially getting so hungry he goes savage and kills innocents without meaning to.

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plot: when a new recruited agent, nick wilde, gets paired up with zootopia’s top agent, jack savage, they two are on a big mission to stop whatever is turning innocent animals savage and take down the mastermind behind it. will the two crack the case ??? find out on the next page !!!

notes: WELL this is my first ever comic i have ever like done before ??? and posted thats gonna be turned into a story ohboy i hope you all like it, reblogs are appreciated. Let me know if you have any questions and would like for me to continue. - mun

Polaroids (Jongup x reader)

Word count: 3.8 k+

Genre/warnings: fluff ❤

Summary: You weren’t really sure when or how this happened, but Jongup had somehow gotten his hands on a polaroid camera. It would have been quite cute and stuff if his newfound hobby didn’t involve taking pictures of you everywhere and without exception, but only when you weren’t looking. The few times that you did notice you tried to confront him, but he always managed to avoid any questions or punishments. It wasn’t until much later when he revealed you his heartwarming surprise!

(IMPORTANT A/N) Well, more or less important. I don’t really know why, and I’m not sure if anyone else calls him this way, but I’ve started calling Jongup just Yup for short (’cause it sounds kinda cute imo).Thought I’d clarify that before the actual scenario begins, as that nickname will be used. A lot.

You were just casually minding your own business, eating some chips as you were watching an old movie, when you suddenly heard a little, quiet “click”. Turning your head to the source of the sound, you found out it was no other than Jongup, standing in the doorway with a polaroid camera in his hands and smiling sheepishly. Not that you’d expected anything or anyone else.

“Yup, again?” you asked him, tilting your head a little and furrowing your brows as he simply nodded.

You weren’t really sure how, but Jongup’s recently gotten his hands on a polaroid camera. At first he bugged you to take a few aesthetic pictures together with him, and you did, laughing loud and smiling bright as you both pulled ridiculous faces and poses while taking photos. His polaroid adventures seemed to end at your couple pictures that were now framed up and nicely put on your bedroom wall, or so you thought, as he hadn’t touched the camera after taking those pictures in the next few days. Turns out you were wrong.

One day you were casually cooking in the kitchen, trying out a new recipe just because you’d suddenly felt the desire to learn something new. Midways through cooking, you heard a tiny “click” coming from across the room. You looked up just to see Jongup standing there, polaroid camera aimed directly at you.
“Yup.. What are you doing?” you asked him, blushing slightly. The thought of you looking ridiculous in that picture came across your mind, and you winced a little, wanting to be sure you looked alright. Otherwise you just wanted to snap it out of Jongup’s hands and rip it apart so he wouldn’t see an ugly angle of you that he maybe hasn’t seen yet.

“Taking a picture, isn’t it obvious?” Jongup said, snapping you back to reality from your thoughts. You had to admit, sometimes his straight-forward and innocently savage behavior irritated you, because he always seemingly answered your questions, but you still had no clue about what was going on.

“Can you warn me the next time you snap a photo at least? I probably look ugly in this one,” you were back and chopping up vegetables, but your eyes were still focused on Jongup, as he stood there, calmly waving the picture back and forth and waiting for it to fully develop.

“Naah, I’ve seen worse angles of you,” he casually told you as he studied the picture, and made you jump slightly at the remark. Jongup just… often had a bad, or maybe rather unlucky way of wording things properly.

“Hey, (Y/N)…” he trailed off as he saw your face that displayed a little bit of hidden hurt. You didn’t answer, instead fully focusing on the chopping board, and he immediately knew he did wrong.

“Not that any of your angles are bad..” he told you as he placed the camera on the kitchen counter and made his way around it. Jongup’s arm wrapped around you from behind and he leaned his head on your shoulder, showing you the picture that he held in the other hand. You stopped the chopping for a little and looked at it.

“See? Beautiful, as always. You gotta understand when I’m kidding and when I’m not,” he told you and pressed a warm, loving kiss on your cheek, soon leaving your side and the room, with the camera back in one of his hands and the photo in the other. You sighed in relief after seeing that you looked not only alright, but even kinda cute in that picture, but were still, for some reason, a little sad about Jongup’s first initial reaction to your statement. He knew he had done wrong, and that evening he made sure to shower you with less straight-forward, tiny compliments here and there, and cuddles and kisses on top of that afterwards.

Now he was back with the camera, doing the same as he always did when you caught him taking pictures of you. He stood there, his perfect frame highlighted from the light that was creeping it’s way from the hallway right into the dark living room. His hand calmly moved back and forth, waving the picture, and his eyes shot it a curious glance every few seconds, as he was quite impatient to see the result. 

You didn’t get it at all, just like many other questionable things Jongup did every now and then. To be completely honest, you didn’t quite get or understand many things about him ever since you met him, but you didn’t mind, as you thought you’d get used to them or catch onto them in the process.

The first time you ever saw Jongup was on the set of a MV making, and you were warned beforehand by some of the staff that had already worked with the B.A.P guys on different other occasions that he was sweet and funny, but… A little out of this world. It wasn’t until he noticed you standing in the corner (as you had nothing to do at that moment) and watching his solo takes getting done that he knew he wanted to talk to you. Right when the first opportunity came up, he fearlessly and cutely did so, making you blush tons and stutter a little in return, as you immediately found him super attractive. It escalated quickly, as the next thing you knew you both were standing on a rooftop, kissing, just a few weeks after you’d met. His hands were shamelessly running up and down your sides, and as you couldn’t bear it anymore, you pulled away and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Isn’t this too soon? You barely know me,” you told him, feeling his breath against your skin as he was still so close. Not that you didn’t want this, you just couldn’t help but think this wasn’t completely right.

“So? I know everything I wanted and needed to know in order to figure out that I like you, and I’ll learn the rest in the process, if you let me,” his lips were back at an unbearably close distance, teasing you. He let you decide on how this would end, waiting for you to kiss him if you were comfortable with it. And if you weren’t, he was willing to wait, although he hoped oh so much he wouldn’t actually have to do that. A few seconds passed, and right as he thought that you’d decided to pass on the opportunity, your lips were on his, placing a small, shy kiss. He smiled and kissed back in a more bold fashion, putting himself fully out there and letting you know that this was the start of something bigger.

That evening, when he drove you home and said his goodbyes, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside his head. You didn’t know if he thought about it a lot or if he didn’t think at all. You didn’t know if he acted upon emotion or if he had planned it. You didn’t know about his intentions, and you didn’t know how he felt, all you knew was that you had managed to fall for someone who was a complete mystery to you in the spawn of a few weeks. It was too early to say that you loved him, but you did like him a lot and you did feel incredibly attracted to him. Plus, the way he kissed you seemed genuine, as if he’d decided he wanted to be with you and didn’t want to experience the horribly long period of just being friends up until he could finally confess and on the same day tell you he loved you. He wanted to jump right into it and trust the fact that you were the right person for him, finding out more about you and letting you find out more about him with every passing day, not wasting any time.
From then on your meetings became a regular thing, and he soon asked you out. Your conversations became longer and kisses became deeper. Cuddles in the evening were a regular thing, and your apartment was a second home to him as he would crash your place often, telling you the guys were bugging him too much in the dorm. Eventually, you had fallen completely, and while sometimes Jongup’s split-second decisions, random things he did or sentences he said seemed odd or unusual to you and you simply didn’t understand it, the thing you knew for sure is that over time you weren’t the only one who had fallen completely. He had fallen too, and now refused to spend a day without you.

The sound of footsteps made you realize you were zoning out again, and you looked over at the doorway where you saw Jongup leaving. Again, without explanation. Oh well, you’d gotten used to it by now already. The fact that you’d caught him taking pictures around five times by now but have seen only one of them irritated you slightly, but you tried to shake it off.

Jongup came back into the room, this time without the camera, and laid down on the couch next to you, blocking your view of the TV and looking right into your eyes as he laid on his side, his head resting on his arm.

“You’re blocking the view,” you told him, seemingly annoyed.

“I am the view,” he responded and flashed you a cheeky smile as you playfully hit his chest.

“Why are you here anyways? Aren’t you supposed to be in the doorway, silently taking pictures of me from the worst angles at the worst moments?” your remarks had him laughing silently, and even you had to admit that your mood was more on the good side, just like it always was when Jongup was around, but you decided to play annoyed just for a little longer.

“For all I know my mouth could be open in a stupid way, or I could be mid-blink, looking ridiculous-” you were cut off by Jongup throwing his arm around you and sliding closer to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he held your bodies closer together.

“I want cuddles…” is all he said, and, since you knew that you could vent about the pictures for ages and he still wouldn’t care to explain anything and would just laugh at you, he didn’t have to repeat himself. Your arm slowly made it’s way around him and you buried your face in his hair, surprised by how nice it smelled.

“Don’t be mad at me,” he said, and you couldn’t believe he was actually as old as he was, because he sounded like a little kid, so innocent and cute.

“I’m not, it’s just that you’re acting weird,” you said, stroking his back up and down. He chuckled, and you died a little at the sound of his laughter. What was it about him that had you tied around his finger instantly and made you feel so attracted to him in every situation? You didn’t know. All you knew is that he had a big advantage, and that he would never misuse it.

“You’ll find out soon, I promise,” he pressed a kiss on your neck, sending little daggers of pleasure up your skin. Suddenly, after laying still for a few minutes, he flipped both of you over, with you landing on your back and him landing on top of you. You, completely not expecting this, squealed a little. He seemed to think of it as cute as he smiled against your skin, both of his arms resting on the bed on his elbows, and his hands tightly holding your sides.

“Yup, I was watching that movie!!” you exclaimed, but in return only got even more squeezed by his tight grip.

“Not anymore, now I want cuddles so we’re gonna cuddle,” he told you, and you smiled. You knew that whenever Jongup lacked your attention he would come crawling to you, and wouldn’t leave until he got what he wanted. Not that you ever wanted him to leave, to be honest, and not that you ever denied giving him your full affection and attention. With your free hand you threw a nearby blanket over the two of you, and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

“Wish granted,” you said as he lifted his head up to give you a kiss. And then another one. And, hell, if he was at it already, why not some more?

Clingy, affectionate Jongup is what you lived for, because he was so cute when he nuzzled his face into your skin, and you felt so warm and safe in his embrace, and at the same time he was so hot when he kissed you hard, not missing a single opportunity to bite down on your lip or start some intense tongue play, his hands roaming your body in the process. His cute and innocent appearance was only a facade, ‘cause the real Jongup could be much more posessive, passionate and demanding when it came to kissing you.

As you’d expected, you both fell asleep on the couch, and as you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t help but pout at his absence, the sofa oh so empty without him and your body not squished under his weight. You got up and slowly wandered around the house. It was a free day, so there was no need to hurry.

“You’ll find out soon…” you suddenly remembered and repeated the phrase that Jongup had told you yesterday, and furrowed your brows. Find out that he was doing what? No clue. Was it a surprise for you? Again, no clue. Was it just Jongup being weird again? Absolutely no clue.

Days upon days passed, and you made sure to pay extra attention to the quiet “clicks” that you would hear whenever he took a picture, but there weren’t any. You’d already forgotten about the whole thing, and remembered about it occasionally, only upon seeing the camera lying around somewhere, because, even if he wasn’t photographing, Jongup was still carrying that thing around with him every so often.

It was the last day before B.A.P’s world tour kicked off that you finally found out. 

Upon saying your goodbyes and hugging each other for the thousandth time (as well as getting scolded by Himchan who drove to pick Jongup up from your place that they would be late if you both didn’t hurry up), you couldn’t help but slip a single tear when you looked at him.

“Hey, babe, why are you crying? I’ll be back in to time,” Jongup smiled and held you, one arm tightly wrapped around you and the other one holding you gently, his hand patting your hair.

“I’ll just miss you a lot, Yup. You know I’m a little emotional, so just don’t pay attention to it,” You told him as you cupped his face with your hands.

“Go out there and do your best, just like always, and remember that I’ll be watching every single fancam I’ll be able to find,” you told him, and he chuckled at your remark, planting a soft, loving kiss on your lips instead of saying a “thank you” and soon leaving you alone in your apartment.

The work day was painfully long, and your apartment felt so empty when you came home and realized there would be no Jongup crashing the place tonight. You took out your phone, ready to type him a text, but then froze. Were you acting clingy? He just left, and you already missed him, knowing that the feeling would only progress during the next few weeks. You decided you’d still wait for a bit, or just wait for him to text first when suddenly your phone screen lit up and your notification sound made you slightly jump.

“Hope you’re having a nice evening, because I’m about to make it even nicer,” you read the text out loud and thought “wow, arrogant, but interesting”. Before you could type that or anything else, another message popped up.

“Open the second drawer in your bedroom commode and facetime me afterwards. See ya,” you looked at the kissy emoji he had attached to the message, and simply answered with a “Yessir!”.

Curious, but with an idea in mind, you made your way to the said commode and opened the drawer, just to see something familiar casually lying there on top of your clothes. You sat down on the bed, admiring Jongup’s little surprise.

A bunch of polaroids put together in a little stack, tied together with a big, red ribbon. Your fingers slid over the upper picture carefully as you inhaled deeply, hoping you were prepared for what was about to follow.

The ribbon fell on your lap, and you started looking at the pictures. There were dozens of them, and the further you got, the more scared of Jongup you became. You’d caught him snapping only a few of these, six at most, but here were so many more, all of them showing you doing different things. You wondered how you never noticed him taking this many pictures, and how on point his sneaking up skills were.

You recognized most of the moments pictured, and some of them you could recall clearly. There were pictures of you cooking, pictures of you rolled up in blankets and watching movies. There were pictures of you singing and pictures of you laughing. He took pictures of you ordering coffee at your favorite coffee shop, and he took pictures of you simply walking on the street and pulling him along by his hand. He took photos of your field trips and tiny vacations, where in one of them you could be seen standing in the middle of a field and laughing hard, a beautiful smile on your lips as your hair swayed in the wind. He took photos of you all dressed up in your formal attire, in the dresses that he loved the most and always admired. He took photos of you doing your favorite hobbies, and, embarrassingly enough, he took a photo of you sitting in what seemed to be the kitchen and, with only the back of your head with headphones on and your hand that was holding your phone visible, it still wasn’t hard to tell that you were watching B.A.P’s live performances. You felt a little bit less embarrassed when you saw “so damn cute” written in Jongup’s handwriting on the picture, and sighed with relief.

He had taken so many pictures, and most of the times you hadn’t even noticed. And what surprised you the most was that, even though you weren’t aware that Jongup was taking pictures of you, you still looked good in all of them. Was it his newfound ability to take pictures well, or was it you who managed to look good from all of these angles? You couldn’t quite believe the latter, but part of you wanted to.

You froze at the last picture, as it was one of you and Jongup, with both of you cuddling and your face buried somewhere in his chest. It looked like you’d already fallen asleep at this point. He was smiling sheepishly, as if saying “oh I’m SO sneaky, you don’t even know,” as he rested his head on top of yours and held you tightly. An arrow was drawn at the bottom of the picture, so you turned it around.

“Babe, you’re beautiful in every way, no matter when or where and no matter what you’re doing. If only you saw it the same way I see it, but, since you don’t maybe these pictures will help. I’m glad to call you mine. And what’s even more important, I love you. - Yup,” you read out loud and felt the need to curl up in a ball on the bed and stare at those words for a little longer, as your heart was about to jump out of your chest and your brain was incapable of processing things the right way.

He knew you were self-conscious. At first he joked about it, but when he saw you always worrying about the way you looked and always feeling like you looked ugly, he knew he had to do something about it, and, when this idea came to mind, he simply couldn’t resist. But whats caught your attention the most was the last sentence.

“And what’s even more important, I love you. - Yup.”

If there was one thing he was hesitant about, it was telling you he loved you. You knew he had strong feelings when it came to your relationship, but he’s never said these three words to you, and you hadn’t told him either, simply because of how shy you were. But now they were out of his mouth, and you laid there, suddenly missing his arms around you and the taste of his mouth even more than you already did. Your hands reached for your phone, and you searched for him in your contacts list.

“Don’t tell me you’re crying again, that was meant to be a sweet surprise,” Jongup said as he answered the call and saw your face.

“C'mon, let me tear up a bit, that was beautiful,” you told him as he smiled brightly, correcting you with a cheesy comment that said “no, you mean you are beautiful, right?”

“So that means you love me, yeah?” he was about to say something, but you cut him off, showing him the back of the photo he had written on. His facial expression shifted a bit, showing surprise, but he smiled at you after a second.

“Of course I do, but I’m not too sure if you love me. You’ve never told me that before-”

“Hey, you hadn’t told me either up until now, okay?! You didn’t even tell me now, you wrote it down on a polaroid!“ you exclaimed happily, trying to defend yourself, but he just kept smiling and looking at you.

"Okay, fair enough. Hey, (Y/N).”


“I love you, (Y/N). A lot,” he told you, looking straight into your eyes, and you smiled.

“I love you too, Yup. With all of my heart,” you saw him smiling brightly, and felt good for being the reason behind his smile.

”Isn’t it too soon?” he bugged you, mimicking your tone from when you shared your first kiss. You’d usually sass him back, but happiness had taken over your whole body, and you simply couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

”It isn’t, I’ve learned enough about you to figure out that I love you, and the rest I will find out in the process, if you let me,” you told him as you two were smiling like madmen.

Loud noises appeared in the background, and Jongup turned his head around, looking at what was happening.

“I have to go now, but we’ll talk soon enough, I promise. I can’t wait to hear those words in person, by the way,” he said.

“Which words? I love you?” you teased, and literally anyone could tell that on the other end of the line, Jongup was melting on the inside because of pleasant but previously inexperienced emotions.

“Exactly. Okay, babe, please get some rest and try to have some confidence, because, as you probably already saw, you are beautiful. Good night,” he blew you a funny kiss, and you responded the same way, laughing loud and waving goodbye as well.

“I never know what you’re up to, but that makes being in love with you so exciting..” you quietly said to yourself as you laid on the bed and faced the ceiling. If all of this was a dream and you would have to wake up soon, you would be very disappointed. So you laid there, thinking about him and hoping this wasn’t too good to be true.

Imagine Negan having an interest in you when he visits Alexandria but Father Gabriel protecting you from him

(Rewatching the episodes of this season just really inspired me to write this one :3 today Also I believe someone also messaged me this request so hope it is as requested :) Lol I live for Gabriel being innocent but savage at the same time and Negan being creeped out XD So I hope it’s okay and you can somehow appreciate it :3 Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)

After everything you and your friends had went through it wasn’t easy to always wake up in a good and bright mood in the morning.

However, luckily for you, you had Gabriel in your life. Every morning since, you’d wake up to him hugging you tightly from behind and him kissing your forehead before leaving.

He was positive about how it would all turn out and always reminded you that it wasn’t the end of anything. Thinking about everything he’d say, you had gradually came to believe in it and for the moment you accepted it.


One morning, you had woke up to the sight of the Saviors inside of Alexandria and suddenly you just didn’t enjoy accepting how things were.

They had barged in your house taking everything that was “theirs” and didn’t even bother to be careful or whatsoever.

You ended up being led outside of your own house and just stood by the stairs, looking at them with an angry and frustrated gaze as they took out your furniture.

As you did so, Negan and Rick were walking and talking just behind and passing by you. You then heard Negan talking about Maggie and how she was a special kind of widow at this point and that he needed to see her.

It ticked you off even more and made you turn around to get a good look at the man who made this nightmare happen.

As you did, you saw a tall bearded man in a leather jacket, smiling and laughing, and it made you look at him in disgust and he suddenly noticed you.

He was taken back and looking back and forth between you and Rick, he started to get loud.

“Hot diggity dog! You are fine as hell! Rick, who is this lovely lady! How come I haven’t met her yet…and how are we not together…”

He suddenly got closer to you and instinctively you tried to back away but couldn’t as he ended up reaching to grab a hold of your arms.

He chuckled seeing your reaction and eyeing you up and down, continued, “Oh did I scare you? Sorry…I’ll introduce myself first…Hi, i’m Negan…You know you’re really hot…It’s hard for me to stay calm…”

You didn’t know what to say and just still tried to get away from him but his grip only got tighter. Rick wanted to step in and help but as Negan looked his way, he instantly stopped.

He then looked back at you and tried to coax you into telling him your name.

“Come on, honey…Introduce yourself, I want to get to know you…”

As he was towering over you and his grip was tightening, you got even more nervous and eventually you surrendered to him.


However, as you were about to tell him, you heard a familiar voice from behind.

“Would you like to pay your respects before meeting, Y/N…”

It made Negan jump and as he turned around, he couldn’t hide his shock.

“Holy shit! You are creepy as shit! Sneaking up on me with that collar around  and with that freaky ass smile like that!”

It was Gabriel and as you looked at him, you just wanted to run over to him for a hug but obviously you couldn’t with Negan still holding onto you.

As Negan stared at him, Gabriel stared back and eventually took notice of how he was holding you closely to him. In that instant, he just wanted to tell him you were taken or just punch him and get you back but knew it would be a rather stupid move to do so.

Instead, he remained calm and thought it was just better to distract him otherwise.

“My apologies…That wasn’t my intent…I simply wanted to know if you were interested in paying your respects to the deceased…”

As Negan listened and looked at him, he suddenly scoffed.

“No…Not anymore! If that pregnant girl is gone then she’s gone! I found my new interest, right…here! So Y/N’s your name, huh…”

As he said that, he turned to look back at you and winked. You grimaced and mumbled to him to let go, but it only made him laugh and smile even more.


It made Gabriel sigh and he stepped in closer. Still trying to maintain his calm tone but with his fists closed, he said, “I understand your interest…but maybe Y/N…would like you to let go of her…”

Negan turned back to look at him and eyed him up and down. He noticed the way he looked at you and as he looked back at you, he understood something.

He started laughing and as he turned to look at him, he held you by your shoulders even closer to himself and said “Ho-ly shit! You two are sleeping together! Goddamn, Rick! You got some sinners here!”

As his tone got louder, Rick looked down to the ground, while Gabriel only got even angrier at him and it started to show.

Staring back at you, Negan continued “Y/N…you’re such a naughty and dirty girl! Sleeping with a priest…What else are you down for? Huh?! Tell me…What other dirty fantasies do you have?”

You tried to push him away and you tried to tell him to let go of you but he just couldn’t care less.

“Y/N…Baby…Come on tell me about yourself! Don’t play hard to get with me! Of all people! You got yourself, a priest! That means either you were damn easy or you were real desperate!”


Finally, fed up with the whole act, Gabriel got really angry and got closer to him. He reached over for your arm and in a quick move he managed to pull you away from Negan’s grip while also pushing him away.

As Negan stumbled and got back on his feet, Gabriel put himself in front of you and in an pissed off tone, said, “Who she sleeps with…is none of your goddamn business…Don’t ever…Ever think of touching her that way ever again…Or talk to her in that disrespectful tone…”

Negan’s smile slowly disappeared as Gabriel’s tone got rougher.

Despite Negan being much taller than him, he felt somehow threatened by the way Gabriel stared up at him, especially when he continued making his way towards him.

As he finally got close to him, he then told him, “She isn’t yours…She’s mine…So from now on every time you come here…You’re going to leave her alone…Because if I ever see you do that to her again…I won’t be able to keep my calm…Do you understand…”

As Negan listened, he got slightly frightened by him and his eyes widened in surprise by what had just happened. With nothing else to say, he nodded and told him he understood.

“I get it, priest…She’s yours and yours only…As long as you’re here…I ain’t ever fucking touching her again…”

Gabriel nodded and then turned back to you and reached his hand out for you to hold. You quickly grabbed his and followed him as he walked away.


Still scared from what had happened, you clung to his arm and felt him squeeze your hand. As you looked up at him, you said, “Thanks Gabe…”

He smiled hearing you and said “You’re welcome…That’s what i’m here for…I’ll take you to the church…we’ll stay there until they leave…alright…”

You nodded at him but feeling as if you were being watched, you looked back behind you only to see Negan smirking and pointing back at you, as if he was saying he was going to get you back.