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The Arrangement (Part 16)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Dean responds to Sam’s news. The two of you pay a visit to Samuel, who lashes out. Secrets are revealed and threats are made, leaving you reeling. You and Dean discuss the future.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,600

Warnings: mentions of illness/heart attack, language, verbal attack/abuse, offensive name-calling, minor anxiety, lots of shouting, implications of smut

A/N: This is it, guys. I can’t believe it. This is really bittersweet for me. It’s been an incredible ride, and I’m so thankful for all of you that have shown your love and appreciation - you’re the reason this has kept going. 16 parts and 45,000 words (holy SHIT) over nearly three months, and we’re finally at the conclusion. THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE but this is the last official part. Enjoy everyone. Thank you for all your support.

A/N/N: Special shout-out to @deanssweetheart23 for being a sounding board, a cheerleader, and for being my beta especially for this last part. She’s the reason these parts have been coming out so frequently/regularly so y’all should be thankful. (also go read her stuff it’s incredible) And seriously, A- you’re such an amazing motivator and inspiration. Love you, dude.

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request: “could you possibly write a fred weasley x reader with number 4 and 68?? if you could, that’d be wonderful!!” — by anon

a/n: it’s funny to think that the numbers you requested are somehow linked with the drunken nights imagine i made for draco lol

4. “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.”
68. “Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?”

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    “Y/N, dear, thank you for bringing Fred in one piece.” Molly Weasley handed you a cup of tea. “Really. It still amazes me how he managed to find a girlfriend who’ll actually tolerate his devilish tactics.” she mostly told the last statement to herself rather than to you, moving on to the kitchen once again to now prepare for breakfast.

    You grinned. “It was no biggie, Mrs Weasley. Thank you for letting me stay for the night.” you sipped your tea silently.

    “Well, it’s the least I could do considering how my son disturbed you. Oh, I swear, as soon as he wakes up he’ll hear something from me and I’ll make sure he won’t do it again.”

    Mrs Weasley kept on speaking to herself even more after that, her tone obviously mad from the way Fred behaved that it made you chuckle as you finally finish you drink.

    Honestly, what Fred did wasn’t too grand. He just had enough drinks to actually get drunk last night, he apparated to your house and insisted to sleep there, but since you knew how strict your parents were, you just decided to bring him home at the Burrow instead. You were supposed to come back that very moment but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him so you settled in staying with him just for night, planning on waking up tomorrow as early as possible to go home unnoticed by your mum and dad.

    It was definitely a good thing that your parents were such heavy sleepers.

    “Thanks for the tea, Mrs Weasley. I’ll just go upstairs and change my clothes then I’ll be leaving.” you stood up from your chair.

    “Okay, honey, please do make yourself feel at home.”

    You headed to the staircase and quickly made your way to Fred’s room. You were wearing a shirt of his for the meanwhile of your stay and your clothes from yesterday (which still smelled decent, thank the heavens for that) was on the edge of his bed.

    Before you could take off your shirt, you peered suspiciously at your boyfriend’s still sleeping figure. Well, it wasn’t like it would be the first time he would see you naked if he was awake, but somehow you still wanted to keep your guard up.

    When you were sure he was still unconscious, you stripped down as quietly as you can. Though just as you were buttoning your pants, your upper body completely bare except for the bra that you were wearing, you abruptly heard Fred grunt and turn behind you.

    “Any reason why you’re half-naked in my room?” his hoarse voice filled the area, a chuckle escaping his mouth afterwards.

    You turned around and raised an eyebrow. “I know what you’re thinking.” you rolled your eyes, reaching out and grabbing your shirt that was still on the foot of his bed.

    Fred took a minute before answering and sitting up, “Did we …” he slowly asked you again in grogginess, his eyes not even opened entirely as he gazes at you.

    “No. We did not do the frick frack last night.” you laughed to yourself, soon sitting down to wear your shoes.

    “Damn it.”

    “You seem disappointed.” you teased.

    “I am.”

    You furrowed your eyebrows, “Are you still drunk, love?”

    Fred chuckled again. “No. Just amazed that my girlfriend has self-control.” he had the nerve to joke.

    After you have successfully worn your shoes, you finally walked towards the bed and sat beside him. He was already looking at you though, bringing his hand to your leg and closing his eyes again.

    “Seriously, Y/N, I’m sorry for last night. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” he yawned.

    You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “It’s alright. Everything for my favorite man.” you winked playfully. “Though now, I need to get going before my parents wake up. You know, you should be thankful they’re both muggles or else they’d be aware of my late night sneaking out.”

    “At least give me a proper kiss before you go.”

    You smiled, reaching down and attaching your lips to his. You felt him smile, his hand moving its way to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You almost melted into him because of how warm he was in the morning and how he was honestly such a good kisser, but as you broke free, you realized what he was trying to do.

    “Nope, not working on me, Weasley.” you pecked his lips once more before standing up and getting your wand from the table.

    Fred dramatically sighed. “I was sure it would work this time.” he grinned, his face now red.

    You chuckled. “Whatever.” you looked at his eyes again. “Make sure to apologize to your mum when you go downstairs, okay? Stop giving Molly such a headache.”

    “I will. Go home safely.”

    You nodded.

    With one final playful wink, you waved your wand and apparated back to your room, where your own bed was messy and the door was still tightly sealed with a lock.

The Mute || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Fluff

He was the typical quiet kid. Always seen at the back of the class, hidden behind a few books and his laptop. Never was he seen at social gatherings, parties, school events. You could walk into the library any night of the week and there he would be, in the back like always. Most people tended to ignore him, forget that he was even there, but that wasn’t the case with you.

There was something about the silence that drew you in, the natural look of curiosity on his face as he typed away on his keyboard. It was almost mesmerizing in a way, and you found yourself staring at him before lectures started, and on nights when a friend and you went to go and study for upcoming tests. Nobody seemed to notice that you had become completely captivated by the boy.

“What are you staring at?” You felt an arm come around you as the person scooted their chair closer to yours and you turned to look at who it was. Kim Jongmin had been a friend of yours from high school, and you two had remained close even when you had entered college together. It was normal for the two of you to sit close together or have your shoulders pressed against each other.

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((Pillow fights are gr8. ))


-Hana is all for it, she takes it extremely serious.

-Actually secretly streams it for all of her fans to watch.

-She will not let you win, unless of course you pout.

-She’ll then give up after hitting you with the pillow one last time.

-Wants to build a pillow fort afterwards.


-He doesn’t expect it at first, but he was more than happy to attempt revenge for your sneak pillow attack.

-He puts on really good music to set the pillow fighting mood.

-He loses but takes it in stride after all seeing you laugh is the most important thing.

-He grabs some ice cream for you two to share after your hard battle.


-She definitely starts the pillow fight.

-Will use her blink and recall abilities to her advantage.

-After a little while she isn’t even taking it seriously so you start to gain the upper-hand.

-She eventually decides it should be a tied.

Gabriel Reyes:

-Just looks at you after you hit him with the pillow like ‘Wtf??’.

-Does join in though to make you happy.

-He starts having a lot of fun before he knows it; it never ceases to amaze him how you can make everything interesting.

-He lets you win, claims if it was a serious pillow fight that he’d crush you.

Jack Morrison:

-He starts the pillow “war”.

-Knock him down, and he keeps getting back up… much to your annoyance.

-Using actual battle tactics to win.

-You give up, you’re too wiped out. However you plot your revenge and a rematch.

I told myself I wasn’t gonna comission any more pone stuff for a while to make up for the giant hit that was Bronycon. But then I had this idea and I can’t resist a good @apricalico comission. Look at this good flaphorse. Look how happy she is!!!

Did you know, by the way, that Apri has comissions open? You should totally get art from her, it is all amazing and she’s wonderful to work with!

Bonus Beta:

Shoppin’ with Seventeen (shopping with boyfriend scenario)

S.Coups: Trails after you lugging all your shopping bags like a lost puppy. Loudly complains that carrying your purse around while you try on clothes makes him feel unmanly but secretly loves playing the submissive boyfriend role in public. Acts all chivalrous showing up with his wallet the moment you’re about to check out. Snatches the bags off the counter to carry for you the moment you begin to reach for them.

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Jeonghan: This boy will be shopping with you. He’ll demand your attention by modeling all the clothes he’s trying on to which you’re totally into “Y/N ah, don’t these jeans make my legs look sexy?”

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It’s Been a While (1/2)

Summary: You knew Lance in high school but never really hung out. After a small reunion you know you’re in trouble.. (I still suck at summaries..)

Lance Tucker X Reader

Word Count: 2158

Warnings: Bad language. some sexual content. 

A/N: Okay, this is going to be split into two parts. The next part will be both smutty and angsty. Everybody who is tagged either liked my post about the fic or sent me feedback on it. If you wanna be tagged or untagged in part 2 please let me know :) (And I’m really bad with titles too..)

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Practice makes perfect

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jimin X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: how about bts is like walking home or from whenever they r coming from and like pass by a large random group of ppl who are having a dance battle and they see the reader whose the main dancer in their group and shes like really REALLY good and the others are rlly impressed and speechless (esp jimin )

Originally posted by amsimaria

“Congratulations! The hard work finally paid off and we can relax for a week so drink up you guys!” Namjoon said, standing in front of his member’s table. It had only been a few minutes past 7:00 p.m and the warm summer night kept the sky lit. They joked around with their usual mocking type style with smiling faces just trying to celebrate everything their new album had just accomplished.

“You know what we should do?” Taehyung suggested.

Everyone’s faces looked up in curiosity wondering what Tae’s big plan would be this time.

“We should go see If any of those dancers outside are doing our songs. Their faces would be amazing if they saw us watching.”

“Yeah, I remember when Jungkook did it.” Hoseok added.

“Maybe it could also promote us a little more.” Yoongi said more seriously.

A few of them laughed at his likely hood of bringing up this situation as if it was part of their job. Yoongi was always dedicated to their group.

Jimin stood up. “Then it’s settled. Let’s pay and go out already.”

Namjoon waved over the waitress so he could pay for everyone. As all seven of them stepped outside of the dark restaurant, it instantly turned a few heads. BTS was really popular nowadays, sure, but it wasn’t likely for them to stay hidden as seven attractive young guys. Taehyung rushed over to the first set of performers he could find and despite them doing a seventeen cover he was just as hyped about it. The other 5 boys laughed at Taehyung for not so secretly embarrassing them with his own dances moves while Jimin’s eye were fixated on another group of dancers. It looked as though they were doing their own choreography and he became interested, approaching on his own. He stood among the crowd watching the group of dancers you were with. When you looked in his direction you froze in your place, recognizing him. His eyes shifted over to you and the two of you shared eye contact. Seeing him in person was much more surreal than seeing him on TV or at live shows. His lips curved into a smile and he lifted his hand up to wave. Another member in your group hit your arm, breaking you out of the moment.

“What are you doing?” She snapped.

You shook your head, trying to catch up.


Jimin giggled, watching you attempt to go back to your spot. Knowing he was watching you, you felt more pressured to do well. When you finally got the hang of it again you looked over to see if he was still watching. He was missing this time and a bit of disappoint was apparent in your eyes. You started to wonder if you had imagined it. As the song ended you panted, walking over to grab a water bottle from the pile near your bags. The crowd you all gather began to disperse and you stood back up again. As you turned back around you were faced with the black haired man once more, causing you to choke on your water.  Jimin looked concerned.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to scare you. Are you okay?” He asked.

You wiped your mouth with your arm.

“Y-yeah no, I’m fine…What are you doing out here all alone?”

He looked surprised. “Oh you mean without the other members or a manager? I kinda snuck away.”

Jimin brought his finger up to the lips you couldn’t stop staring at as if he was asking you to keep it a secret.

“I came by because you guys are really talented. It reminded me of back when I used to dance with my friends. What’s your name?”

You blushed. “Y/N.”

“I knew it.” He said, crossing his arms.

“…knew what?”

“That you’d have a pretty name to match.”

The both of you were flustered in embarrassment at his cheesy line and he nervously moved his hand on the back of his neck.

“Well it was nice meeting you.” You said, not expecting much else from him.

“Oh. Uh wait! I know this is really sudden but I was wondering if you wanted to come to my dance studio and help me practice? You don’t really need to know the moves. Just see if anything looks off.”

Your eyes widened in amazement. “You want me to?”

He nodded. “If you want to I mean.”

You happily agreed, following him back. He was so polite in person you couldn’t help but feel the warmness of his personality. The overwhelming sense of butterflies in your stomach were starting to calm down as the two of you became more relaxed and got to know each other better. He stopped at the door of the practice room.

“We have to be quiet in here. I may or may not get in trouble if you’re found.”


“Shhh. It’s okay, come on.” He assured you, letting you inside.

The brightly painted white room with rows of mirrors were all familiar as you had seen most of their dance practices. You decided it was best to hide your excitement so he wouldn’t just see you as another fan. He had you sit back in a chair of the back of the room while he faced the mirrors. It was a bit overwhelming on trying to concentrate on the dance when your focus became about how sweaty and serious he was. It practically had you melting in your seat.

“You’re already amazing at dancing.” You admitted.

A slight smirk was shown in the mirror.

“Well I do practice pretty often. Here, come here. I wanna teach you part of it”

You took a step down from the chair, walking over to him. Surprise struck you as his hands guided it’s way on your body, trying to align you.

“Okay so at this part just watch me do it and then copy.”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

A blood, sweat, and tears came from the speakers he began doing one of the highlight points. You watched carefully, imitating it perfectly back to him. His face showed how impressed he was.

“You even stayed at your mark.”

“I am a dancer.” You laughed.

As it got to around the end of the song he asked to you do Yoongi’s part, allowing you to place your hand on his throat lightly. He turned to you, putting a hand on your arm. When he just stared at you, you felt your face start to blush once more.  Jimin leaned in closer to you.

“Seeing the clock behind you, I ran out of time. I wish I could be in here longer with you but I have to go to the recordings. You’ll come back here tomorrow though, won’t you? The same time I mean.”

“Huh? Oh sure.” You say, letting your hand slide off of him.

He helps you gather your things, almost pushing you out of the practice room. You leave confused while Jimin sits on the bench inside the practice room, covering his eyes with his arm. He groaned knowing what a mistake he almost made. He could already here the hypothetical lectures from the older members about strangers and fans.

“Any longer and I would have kissed her….” He mumbled to himself.

SpiritAssassin fic recs, vol. II

Heyo, guess who’s been working her way through a bunch of stuff?

The Force Ghosts of Futures Yet to Come, rated M, by @skinks. Chirrut has an edge to him, sharp and potent and just a little scary. Baze is drawn to him and can’t understand why. (He’s an oblivious idiot, you’ll want to shake him, but this fic is so good.)

pitch black, pale blue, rated M, by @grendelthegood. Incomplete, 4/5 chapters up and the 5th coming soon (we all fervently hope). Features street-rat Baze, spitting and snarling and distrustful, and one of my favorite depictions of Chirrut, for his sweetness and skill and irreverence. (The last chapter up made me cry actual human tears.) Fair warning: this features 1st person POV, which can be difficult to pull off. Trust me when I say this author manages it.

Pacify, rated E, by millennial-falcon. PWP, sweet and hot and really lovely prose that’s a beautiful little slice of their life.

a bridge of birds, rated T, by @evocating. An amazing, intricate, absolutely stunning look at Chirrut and Baze from their early life on, exploring their relationship through tattoos. (Seriously, this is one of my favorites, and you’ll get some bonus added insight into Chinese culture.)

Common Purpose, rated T-E, set of three fics exploring an AU of Chirrut (Chak Lung) and Baze (Bei), by afrai. Chak Lung is a gymrat and Bei is a pretentious film student, you should hate them both but you’ll end up loving them.

Sunbeam, rated G, also by Skinks. Chirrut doesn’t understand color. How could he—he has no frame of reference. This fic explores him learning what color is and how to fit it into the world he lives in, and it is devastatingly beautiful.

plait, perpetuum, rated G, by chuchisushi/ @theeightschronicle. Chirrut braids Baze’s hair after Scarif. This fic will break your heart and put it back together again.

Honorable Mention: the greedy wolf and the judge, rated E (hoooo boy is it EVER), by evocating. This is actually RPF (and BDSM), so don’t read if that’s not your thing, but considering it’s set during Rogue One (and after) and inspired by Chirrut’s and Baze’s actors, I figured it deserved a note. Dream does a beautiful job of respecting boundaries and showing clear communication, consent, and scorching hot sex.

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vmin + "I'm telling you that I like you, but you keep thinking that it's a friendly joke, so now I have to proof that I am serious"

“The thing is… I like you,” Jimin finally manages, clasping his sweaty, shaking hands together in his lap.

“Pft, is that all? Why are you so worked up about this? I like you too, buddy,” Taehyung assures him easily. 

“No… like, I like you. Romantically,” Jimin clarifies.

Taehyung’s smile flickers only just slightly. “Did Kook put you up to this?” He suddenly cranes his head around violently, looking for the apparent perpetrator. “COME OUT YOU FUCKER, hah hah, very funny, this is what I get for telling that hot girl you had a vestigial tail, I get it.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jimin demands, brows creased. “I am so not kidding. I’ve been psyching myself up to do this for like two months.”

“You two got me good, you can stop now,” Taehyung smiles, wagging his finger at Jimin. “Damn dude, you’re amazing, you really look like you’re about to cry.”

“THIS IS LITERALLY MY WORsT CASE SCENARIO,” Jimin yells over Taehyung’s pleased giggles. “I AM VERY MUCH ABOUT TO CRY.”

“Seriously good acting, you should do porn or something,” Taehyung says, whipping out his phone, presumably to text Jungkook, who is still no where in sight. 

“You obtuse little f-” Jimin mutters, running his hands through his hair in frustration. His eyes narrow in thought, and he chews his lip. “Fair warning, if you do not say no, I am about to kiss you.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever dude, I appreciate the commitment to your character, but-”

He is abruptly silenced by the firm press of Jimin’s soft lips against his own. Taehyung’s phone goes clattering to the floor. His eyes wide open in shock and thus are able to confirm that yes, Park Jimin is currently kissing him. And wow yep, that’s quite nice, and, okay, maybe his lips parted just slightly to slot more easily against Jimin’s, and, sure, maybe his stomach just swooped like he was falling off a cliff.

After a moment, Jimin pulls back tentatively, all his steely resolve melted away and looking very insecure. 

“Oh.” Taehyung mutters dumbly.


“Oh… you. You’re…. You did that.”

“….Yeah,” Jimin confirms, searching Taehyung’s face for any sign of an answer and biting the hell out of his lip all the while. Taehyung can’t look away. 

“Can you do it again?”

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what's your skintype and skincare routine?

YES love this question! I have combination skin. So GIRRLL recently I have been obsessed with doing the Korean 10-step skin care routine. I know it sounds soo extra, but since I had time this summer I thought why not💁🏽! It has made my face feel and look a DREAM✨🌹✨

(Silk robe preferable while completing these steps)

Step 1: Oil cleanser- all over face to really remove all the makeup from your face💄(coconut oil works well for this)

Step 2: Water based cleanser- This is called double cleansing and this removes any remaining residue and impurities from your oil cleanse for a really deep cleanse💦

Step 3: Exfoliator- I do this around 3 times a week and say hello to new glowing skin👋 (do it less if your skin is more sensitive)

Step 4: Toner- Don’t skip this, toner is important it helps re-hydrate skin after all that cleansing and balances your skin’s pH!✨(rose water is a great natural toner and it smells bomb!)

Step 5: Essence- This is very Korean and is a kind of toner/serum hybrid made for hydrating and aiding skin repair and cell turnover. (But if you’re tryin to save those coins you can go ahead and skip this step!)

Step 6: Treatments- This is any serums or concentrates for skin problems you have like dull skin, large pores, pigmentation, or acne. I use vitamine e+c serum to brighten and keep away acne👌🏽

Step 7: Sheet Masks- 1-2 a week but BITCH they will make your skin feel amazing! 😩🙌🏽

Step 8: Eye Cream- The skin around the eyes is delicate so having an eye cream helps with hydration and protection🌸

Step 9: Moisturiser- This will lock in all the other steps and hydrate your skin so you end up with glowing dewy skin! It’s important to find a moisturiser that works for your skin type💕

Step 10: Sun screen- (This is for day time obvs but it prevents premature ageing and skin cancer!) Plus I’m trying to stay slaying and look like a MILF🍒💦

My skin has never felt so good😍! But seriously I feel like every girl should have a solid skin care routine, it doesn’t have to be this extra but it will make you feel like the GODDESS you are! & make up looks sooo much better on good skin! P.s girl stay drinking that water as often as you can, your skin will thank you!

Negan || Take Her Home Boys

Originally posted by jeffreydeanmorgantrash

“Carl! Where have you been!” You said smacking him on the back of the head as he walked into the house, it was only then you noticed the figure behind him. “Excuse me miss, he’s been with me.” You stood your ground and crossed your arms over your chest. “Well, it would have been nice to be told.” You said looking at Carl and ignoring Negan. You didn’t see why everyone was so scared of him, he was just a big man who thought he could intimidate you and it wasn’t working one bit. “Carl, don’t you think you should introduce us?” Negan said putting his bat on his shoulder and looking at you. “I can do that myself, I’m Y/N. Of course, I already know who you are. What is it that you want you’re not due for a week.” You walked back to the kitchen and finished preparing Judith’s bottle. “Well since Carl here decided to pay us a little visit I thought I would come on down early. Good thing I did too, pretty little thing like you and you weren’t at my lineup.” You rolled your eyes at his comments. “Listen, if that’s all I really have to get back to my work because unlike you, I have important things to do.” You said pushing past him and going upstairs to find Judith.

You were stood in the street over Spencer’s body, Negan had just ripped open his stomach. “Go make me a sandwich doll.” He said touching your shoulders, you pushed away from him. “Don’t touch me.” You said looking at him. “But a pretty little thing needs to work in the kitchen when she belongs.” This earns a gasp from some of the people in Alexandria. They all knew to never piss you off and by the look on your face, Negan had pushed it a bit too far. “You know what,” You said pushing him and making him step back. “I’ve had enough of your sexist little comments. I’ve had them all day and I thought I could make it through without wanting to rip your head off your shoulders and shit down your neck but I can’t. You’ve pissed me off.” You said now standing in front of him as close as you could get looking up at the 6’‘2 man. “So when you talk to me with respect that is when I will talk to you with it.” You said going to walk away when he grabbed your ass, you spun around smacking him across the cheek. Everyone was silent and Negans men were all aiming their guns at you. “A girl with a good kick, I like it.” You rolled your eyes and walked back into the house ignoring the guns that were aimed at you. “Fuck off with the aiming God Damn it.” You said shutting the door.

Standing in the kitchen you continued to cook a meal. “So what are you cooking?” Carl said coming into the kitchen. “Spaghetti, is he with you?” You asked putting extra effort into 'He’ knowing Negan would be listening. “Yeah,” Carl mumbled back to you. “Why don’t you come in and help?” You called looking at the doorway. “Sure.” He took off his leather jacket and came into the kitchen. “I’ll make my special sauce.” You gave him a sarcastic smile before going to set the table. “Carl, can you check on Judith please?” You asked coming back into the kitchen and continuing to help cook. He left leaving you and Negan alone together. “You should try this.” He said holding out a spoon for you. You sipped it and smiled. “That’s amazing!” You said trying some more. “Seriously I need that recipe.” You said looking at him. “Family secret.” You went back to your side and continued making rolls for the meal.

Simon came running into the dining room looking for Negan. “Negan he got out! He ran off we can’t find him!” They were talking about someone they had held in the back of the van. Negan was now stood up red in the face and yelling back at Simon. You stood up and touched the top of Negans bicep. “Calm down, what was the guy like?” You continued talking to Simon while Negan looked at your hand on his arm. You had somehow just instantly calmed him with only the touch of your hand. “He’s most likely at the church that we have.” You grabbed your jacket and ran out of the house going to the church. Negan and Simon were close behind you. Negan was still staring at you confused by how you had calmed him down by only a touch. “See,” You said pulling open the doors and seeing the man on the floor praying. “He’s just praying.” You said to Simon who walked over to the man with a very angry Negan again. “No!” You yelled touching Negans arm. “He’s praying  you can’t just take him away from that!” He stopped and looked at you Simon doing the same. “Boss?” You looked at Simon with a raised eyebrow. “This is his thing, leave him. By all means, stand at the door but don’t move him.” Simon was staring at Negan now who was staring at you. “Negan?” You asked looking at him. “Let him pray.” Negan said following you back to the house.

“Carl! Where’s my Lucille?!” Negans voice boomed through the house and you came running into the room with Judith. You didn’t want to leave Carl alone in a room with Negan. “Here,” Carl said handing it to him gently. “You’re so afraid my little serial killer.” Negan said ruffling his hair, you stood in front of Carl. “Show me your eye just one more time?” You glared at Negan. “Carl go to your room,” You said making him walk away. “What are you, his mother?” Negan said with a laugh. “No but he’s like a son to me and if you hurt one hair on his head I will hunt you down and kill you.” He smirked at Dwight. “I love me a fighter.” He said looking back at you this time before snapping his fingers. Carl came back into the room when he heard you yelling. You handed him, Judith, while Dwight put you in some handcuffs. “Tell Rick I said goodbye.” You said as the cuffs clipped closed. “Look after Judith for me.” You said before kissing her forehead and being pulled out of the house. “Are you gonna come nicely or do we need to keep the cuffs?” Negan said looking at you, you looked at everyone around you. “Well, I’m quite into cuffs.” You said making a few of them laugh. “But if You let Daryl go you can have me.” You said looking over at the state Daryl was in. He looked awful. “That’s a done deal!” Negan yelled as Daryl walked over. “What are you doing?!” You smiled and hugged him once your cuffs were off. “You’re more of a help than I am.” He sighed and you walked with Negan to the van. “Looks like I got me a new wife!” He yelled patting Simon on the back before shutting the door. “Let’s get you home sugar tits.” You rolled your eyes looking over at Carl who was holding a crying Judith. “Can I come back? When you go to collect everything?” He looked at Simon before nodding.


❤Requested Isaac Lahey Imagine:
Cancer Aesthetic-Pinkie Promises, Biting nails and fretting about the small things, Friends that feel like family. staying up all night talking. Celebrating the best in people.❤

You and the pack were sat on the beach, watching the sun set. You had been sat on the beach for the whole day. Running away from the tide every 10 minutes and falling to the ground laughing because Stiles would get drenched. It had been a tough couple of months for you and your friends, but that’s just it; those experiences brought you together and you were now a family.

Allison and Scott were huddled in the corner, Lydia was attempting to get the sand out of her hair whilst Stiles gazed at her from afar.

You were about to take a sip from your orange juice when Isaac Lahey sat down next to you.

“Hi"he smiled.
You looked up at him, his blonde curly hair blew gently in the wind and the sun made his eyes glisten.

"Hey"you smiled up at Isaac.
3 hours after Isaac had joined you the sun had set properly and the stars were shining above, you just spoke about everything and anything. You were comfortable with Isaac and he was comfortable with you.

Ever since he’d moved in with Scott the two of you had spent a lot of time together, at pack meetings, pack sleepovers, at school. You and Isaac even met up and went roaming through the woods… just the two of you.

Allison, Lydia, Scott and Stiles packed up there things.
"You two coming inside it’s getting cold and dark?"Scott asked pointing to Lydia’s beach house.

You looked at him for mental confirmation, he nodded when he realized what you were thinking.

"No it’s okay, we’re gonna stay out for a little longer and light the fire"Isaac answered for you.

"Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do y/n"your best friend Stiles pointed at you. He gave Isaac a warning glare before stumbling after Lydia.

"Has he always been like that?"Isaac asked.

"Always has been always will be"you said proudly as Isaac shuffled towards you. Wrapping a blanket around both your shoulders.

"Thankyou Isaac"you grinnned.

"Can you promise me something?"He questioned.

"Go for it"you answered,still watching the crashing waves.

"Promise you won’t just leave me if I mess this up, you’re the only stable thing in my life right now, sometimes I don’t know whether I’m coming or going but with you none of that matters"he confessed, biting his nails.

"I’ll always be here Isaac, even when you get sick of me I’ll be right next to you I promise. I pinkie promise"you said seriously holding out your pinky.

He took one look at your pinky finger.
"We’re doing that now are we?"he grinned.
He wrapped his pinky around yours.

"We certainly are"you smiled with a nod.
Isaac’s widened suddenly.

"Oh y/n I didn’t tell you?!"Isaac nearly jumped up onto his feet.

"Tell me what?"you asked curiously.

"I brought a dog back to life today at the clinic and it felt amazing. I finally did something good with my abilities"Isaac explained happily.

"Do you know what, we should celebrate, you deserve to be celebrated"you told him before grabbing two flasks of hot cocoa.

Isaac watched you as you poured him a cup of hot cocoa, no one had ever celebrated him before. You taught him that he mattered, that he wasn’t invisible; you taught him that he wasn’t alone and he loved you for it.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Just wanna say I love, love your kabby gifs! They're all so pretty:) and I was wondering if you read any kabby fanfiction? I'm new to the fandom so I'm really hungry for some fics, but it's been hard for me to find good ones because the majority of them on ao3 are actually c***a or b******e fics (kabby as side pairing in them) so I'd really appreciate it if you could recommend me some good kabby fics! Thank you in advance!

Hey there! tysm for the compliment I don’t deserve it >3 and yes, I do read fanfic. I can’t say I’ve read every single one of them but definitely 80% of them. below are some of the fics that I like. please know that I’m not into au fics soooo if you like au you probably need to ask somebody else😂

 (since I don’t know every writer’s url here I’m gonna link their ao3 account page)

and that’s pretty much it! I know there are still a lot of amazing fics but it’s impossible to find them all:( these are the ones I like the most so I hope you’re satisfied with this answer and thanks to all these amazing writers >33 

aweirdduck  asked:

“okay buddy you’ve been serenading the wrong window for about five minutes now, time to let you know my neighbor is out of town” au for wolfstar?

Sorry it’s so late, lovely! Hope you enjoy it xx

Send me a ship + AU and I’ll write a ficlet (preferably Merthur, Bagginshield, Wolfstar or Johnlock

Remus is a light sleeper, something he’s had to come to terms with throughout the course of his life. He envies people who can sleep through thunderstorms, who can lie in on a Sunday morning, who can go to bed before everyone else because they can pass out through the sound of people talking.

It takes the smallest little sound for Remus to be pulled back into consciousness: the beep of a microwave, a sweeping car engine in the next street, the crickets in the tree outside. Anything that isn’t white background noise has Remus tossing and turning in bed until the early hours of the morning absolutely hating the fact that this is his life.

Experience has taught Remus that the only thing that helps is working himself to exhaustion and collapsing into bed in a zombie-like state. When he’s that tired, he’s usually capable of getting a somewhat decent night’s sleep, even though louder sounds still wake him up.

Which was why it’s so irritating that the night Remus finishes his new manuscript and is looking forward to the most restful night he’s had in months, a motorbike decides to stop right outside of his house. At twelve-sixteen in the morning.

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Seventeen reacting to their S/O dancing to Wild Eyes

He’d be really amazed by your skills and would ask you how you became so good as soon as you’re done.

“Did you seriously learn all of it by yourself?”

Originally posted by scoupstv

He’d be excited that you liked the choreography enough to learn it all by yourself without any of his help and then surprising him with it.

“Jagiya, I’m so proud of you.”

Originally posted by visual-17

He’d watch you in awe and would have a hard time that you were dedicated enough to learn the entire dance. When you’re done he’d ask you if you would wanted to dance again but with him this time.

“Let’s do it again and this time I’ll join you.”

Originally posted by mountean

Hoshi would really enjoy your dancing and be proud of you but he’d feel kinda dissapointed inside that you didn’t ask him to help you improve your steps.

“I think you’re amazing but I think you’d be even better if you ask for my help next time.”

Originally posted by visual-17

He’d feel really proud of you and would just watch you perform with a smile tugging on his lips. He’d be seriously impressed that you’re so good at dancing.

“Jagiya, I had no idea you were this good!”

Originally posted by jihanlife

He’d just watch you in silence because he adores the fact that you love him and his music enough to learn the choreography.

“Woah, you’re seriously amazing.”

Originally posted by itswonwoodarling

He’d want to join in on the fun because of how cute he thinks you look while dancing to his song with so much passion.

“I think you should join the group, princess~”

Originally posted by shininghoshi

When he catches you practicing it, he’d just sneak away afterwards and not bring it up until later that day just so he can see your blushing face and then admit that he thought you were really good.

“Even if I find it really adorable, I still thought it was really good.”

Originally posted by mingyiu

He wouldn’t be able to hold in his laughter, causing you to jump and hit him playfully for laughing so hard at your little performance.

“I’m sorry princess. You were good but will be a lot better when I help you.”

Originally posted by fyeahwonhui

He wouldn’t interrupt but once you were done he would admit to his ease dropping but would gush over how cute you looked. 

“God I love you so much. Thank you for enjoying my music so much~”

Originally posted by minghaeo

He would laugh out loud at first but after seeing you embarrassed he would dance around you all silly and get you laughing and the two of you would end up dancing and singing together.

Originally posted by sneezes

He’d giggle at you at first but when he realizes how much effort you put into learning the dance, he’d just watch you while silently dancing along next to you and embracing you in a long lasting hug afterwards.

“That was wonderful, Y/N. Thank you for this little performance.”

Originally posted by shiroisaku

He’d just sing along while watching you dance and would feel his heart beat faster when he realizes that you learned it because of him and would get really excited afterwards, hugging you and encouraging you to work harder.

“I have a feeling that one day you’ll be the best dancer on this planet.”

Originally posted by performanceunit

~Admin Mochi~

Ghost Bedroom (Scott Summers)

part two of the other scott one i did

also it’s a little touch smutty like not huge or anything but it’s in there


You shriek a laugh as he grips your ass and spins you, your feet lifting off the ground as he presses you against your closed door.

Cold hits your flushed skin and Scott swallows your gasp, his tongue stroking yours, laving and sucking and you’re so glad he’s holding you.

“You-” You manage, the words choking off as he kisses a trail down your throat, palms tapping your thighs in a silent command and you’re jumping, wrapping your legs around his waist. His groan is guttural as he grinds himself against you, pushing you into the door. A soft swear follows after as he reaches the line of your shirt, his hands scrabbling to get it off your body.

Your top ends up somewhere, where? You can’t be sure in the dark. Somewhere. What you can be sure of in the dark is that by god he knows how to use his tongue and this isn’t even- It’s not- You arch your back and he nibbles your nipple, soothing away the burn with his tongue and you clutch him, a writhing mess under his hands.

Your fingers touch something in his hair and you want to laugh. The stupid glasses.

As you start to lift them, he freezes and you can’t help stilling with him.

“Please don’t touch them.” He whines, sounding agonized and you blink, then blink again. After a moment, you lift your hands free and stare at his silhouette. “You can still touch me, I’m sorry-”

“It’s fine, fine.” You hum, wriggling slightly and he sets you down, stepping back from you. The space helps you exhale and you do so loudly. Before you flip the light switch, you tuck yourself back into your bra and inhale a steadying breath.

The sudden light doesn’t make him look any uglier. You didn’t expect it to, but you’d hoped, just a little.

His mussed hair and kiss chapped lips are perfect- though the sad look on his face and off kilter red glasses aren’t.

Unable to help yourself, you step forward and move to adjust them- making sure to ignore his flinch when he realizes what you’re reaching for.

“Just fixing them, it’s okay.” You whisper soothingly, releasing him and stepping back once they’re straight.

“I’m sorry,” he says, chin tilted downwards and you lean back against the door, watching him.

“Is it a thing?” You ask when he doesn’t speak and he peeks at you, frowning. “The glasses.”

“I’m a mutant.” He bursts out, worry written all over his face and you groan. The back of your head smacks against the door, slightly harder than you meant. The crushed look on his face makes your heart ache.

“You couldn’t have led with that?” You scoff, bridging the gap between the two of you and curling an arm around his neck. Imitating his rough voice, you pull a pouty face. “I’m Scott and I wear these glasses because I’m a tortured mutant who has a legitimate reason to look like an idiot.”

His laugh is weak, but real and even as his smile wobbles, you can tell it is too.

“Sorry,” he says, before smirking. “I’m Scott and I wear these glasses because I’m a tortured mutant who has a legitimate reason to look like an idiot.”

“Oh! Hi, Scott, you’re super cute and you look like you’re really skilled with your tongue. Take me to bed?” You chirp and his laugh is so warm you could wrap yourself in it. Seconds later, you’re swept into his arms and you’re directing him to the bedroom behind the wall.

“Hold still.” You order, pulling his shirt over his head without dislodging the glasses and beaming at him. His smile is reverent as he runs his palms down your body.

“I could take them off, I’d have to keep my eyes closed but I could take them off, it’s just…”

“You want to see it all. I don’t blame you,” you tease, glad when he rolls his eyes and leans forward to suck a hickey onto the swell of your breast.

“You’re f*cking perfect,” he whispers to your skin, compliments suddenly pouring past his lips and raining over your skin, crass and pure and everything in between.

His pants fall to the floor and you find yourself on his lap, your gaze stuck to his as he guides you and holds you close.

And when you climax, he follows moments later with his lips against your skin.

“Don’t leave,” you whisper to him as you climb off his lap, backing toward the bathroom. He nods once and rises too, pulling off the condom and disposing of it.

A snoring weight rests on your lower back and you’re curious. As the snores peter into an exhale, you remember.

Scott, perfect, friends, Scott, amazing, mutant, godly, sleep.


Glancing over your shoulder, you spot him, head pillowed on your lower back while his arm wraps around the lower curve of your ass.

Capturing your phone, you take a quick selfie with Ass Cuddling Sunglasses Celebrity and shoot it off to the group chat.

Me: oh shit whaddup

The sound of your friends wildly responding wakes him and he grumbles, clutching you tighter for a second before pulling away and flopping onto his back. Another groan escapes his lips and you dive for the nightstand and snatch up his glasses.

“Where are- What’s-”

“Here.” You croak, clearing your throat awkwardly as you set the glasses in his hand. His lips quirk upwards at your voice.

As he pushes them over his eyes, you lay back and exhale. The momentary panic that he’d whatever his eyes do to your bedroom has passed and you’re tired all over again.

“You’re gorgeous,” he observes, up on an elbow and you grimace, shooting him a look.

Oh. Oh, boy.

A warm blush rises on his cheeks as you stare but you just can’t look away. You’d gotten an eyeful last night but now, in the light of day, under the warm sunshine?


“Please, do.” He laughs lightly, his palm settling against your hip in a way that brings flashbacks of the previous night to mind. “All that staring and I was still unprepared for this.”

You shoot him a droll look and he laughs, platitudes falling about you.

“Honest, I’ve been looking at you for weeks, since that first night you came into the bar I’ve been hooked. You’re gorgeous, and hilarious and so smart. I eaves dropped as well- but I never imagined I’d… Get to touch you, let alone wake up with my head almost on your ass.” He looks so earnest you can’t help barking a laugh. “Seriously, it’s an amazing ass.”

You stare at him a moment longer before getting up. You can’t climb all over him again if you don’t have a shower and brush your teeth.

“Should I- Do I have to leave?” He grimaces and you roll your eyes.

“Use the main bathroom, there’s a new toothbrush in the drawer. I’m just gonna clean up so don’t leave.”

“Don’t leave?”

“Definitely don’t leave.” You bite your lip and he stares at you until you slide the door closed between the two of you, the sound of his head hitting the mattress following seconds after.

an ending! (except i might do a follow up part 3 but that’s just me wanting to tie up loose ends, nbd)

Jungkook Scenario: Say Something.

Request:  Hey I really love your blogs ,I was wondering if you could write a sceanio in which kookie is dating a reserved girl and he hurt her by telling her how he could be with any other girl because she doesn’t open up to him?

Genre:  Angst / Drama

Part 2.

There it came again, the same feeling you got every time Jungkook talked about your relationship. It was like something that crept to your body, eating all the good feelings inside out.

You felt Jungkook’s hand as he caressed your shoulder lovingly, you saw his lips moving as he spoke about how he liked the perspective of your relationship if you two worked together in keeping it fresh and fun. You saw him but at the same time you saw all that he could be hiding at that moment, what if that caress was fake? what if what he said was nothing but shallow words? You couldn’t be sure about everything he said.

-What do you think Y/N?- he asked, waking you up from your thoughts.

You looked at him, his dark hair pushed backwards let you see his forehead and those amazing eyebrows. He was so handsome. -I… I don’t know-

Jungkook smiled a little. -Come on Y/N, I’ve been talking forever! What do you think? Do you think we should do something cliche and romantic or maybe something different for this weekend? I can ask the manager hyung to borrow a car just for the occasion-

You nodded. -Yes Jungkook, that sounds great-

He looked at you with a light frown. -Seriously? If you want to do something else you can tell me, ok?-

Nodding again you squeezed his hand. -Yes, ok-

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♆ —— tsuritama ep. 1 sentence starters

  • ‘ she smiled, and her smile illuminated our dark world. ’
  • ‘ how many times have i gone through this? ’
  • ‘ i didn’t make a single friend or create fond memories. ’
  • ‘ um, thanks for … everything. ’
  • ‘ don’t look at me like that. ’
  • ‘ i’ll be so lonely without you. ’
  • ‘ i’m sure we’ll find something good there. ’
  • ‘ are you really going to school? ’
  • ‘ it makes no difference if i go today or tomorrow. ’
  • ‘ i hope you make lots of friends. ’
  • ‘ smile, and hold your head high. ’
  • ‘ that’s it. there’s a nice smile. ’
  • ‘ what a wonderful name. ’
  • ‘ i’m an alien! ’
  • ‘ will you promise me something, then? ’
  • ‘ why do you think he came here? ’
  • ‘ they must have seen everything. ’
  • ‘ i’ll get it right this time. ’
  • ‘ sorry if i seem a little awkward. ’
  • ‘ hey, everyone knows that already! ’
  • ‘ the ocean’s really big, the sky’s beautiful, and the air is really nice. ’
  • ‘ actually, that was probably the best i’ve ever done. ’
  • ‘ this is just the face i make when i freak out! ’
  • ‘ there’s something off about those two. ’
  • ‘ let’s go fishing! ’
  • ‘ cut it out already! ’
  • ‘ your hair is pretty. ’
  • ‘ let’s be friends. ’
  • ‘ that face isn’t cool. ’
  • ‘ what’s this guy’s problem?! ’
  • ‘ we’re in the same class. we’re friends. ’
  • ‘ our part-timer’s pretty amazing. ’
  • ‘ he’s ranked nationally among high schoolers. ’
  • ‘ if you call me that at school, i’ll kill you. ’
  • ‘ i don’t wanna die! ’
  • ‘ seriously! what’s up with that watergun? ’
  • ‘ no. we’re not friends! ’
  • ‘ fishing’s for old guys. ’
  • ‘ it looks really boring. ’
  • ‘ no one asked you to speak for me. ’
  • ‘ have you been listening? ’
  • ‘ why is he so angry, anyway? ’
  • ‘ what should i do? what should i do?! ’
  • ‘ this guy’s hopeless. ’
  • ‘ it’s so strong! what is this? ’
  • ‘ that moron! ’
  • ‘ i can’t do this anymore! ’
  • ‘ don’t panic or you’ll lose him. ’
  • ‘ i’m sure i’ll forget all about it soon. ’
  • ‘ that’s still amazing! ’
  • ‘ no, i went with a kid from my class. ’
  • ‘ he’s not really my friend. ’
  • ‘ is this your friend? ’
  • ‘ we’re friends now. ’
  • ‘ starting today, ____’s going to be living with us. ’
  • ‘ isn’t it a wonderful idea?  ’
  • ‘ i never dreamed it would happen. ’
  • ‘ hey, let’s save the world together! ’
  • ‘ what’s he talking about?! ’
  • ‘ i didn’t think we’d actually end up saving the world. ’
Mini Plotdale...

[Hotel room with Robert and Aaron. Late morning.] 

AARON: Robert we do not need to extend our honeymoon another week. Seriously, we have to go back sometime. That’s like five weeks away. 

ROBERT: *totally engrossed in something on his phone* mhmm 

AARON: Are you even listening to me?

ROBERT: *looks up in a daze, dark circles under his eyes* Huh? 

AARON: Did you even sleep last night after we…  

ROBERT: Had amazing sex where we tried-

AARON: Robert!

ROBERT: It’s fine, we’re off screen, where I intend to stay as long as possible, we can say whatever we want.

AARON: We do have to go back, Robert. What the hell do we need another week for? 

ROBERT: Do you have any idea just how much fan fic is on this site?

AARON: I never should have shown it to you. Have you seriously been up all night reading?

ROBERT: Have you read this eternal sunshine au? The fans all swear by it. I think I’m finally getting to the part where I find out my memory’s been erased. 

AARON: Hey, maybe you can have my memory erased after I find out about the plot!

ROBERT: If only I could have everyone’s memory erased. We’d all be better off. 

AARON: So we’re really staying another week just so you can read everything on that site?

ROBERT: Well, I mean not all of it. Some of it is wildly out of character and I’m not fond of the ones where one of us dies. Also…if it doesn’t have paragraph breaks or correct grammar, I’m out pretty quick.

AARON: I’ve created a monster. I’m gonna go see Liv.

ROBERT: Oi! Not so fast! *pulls him down for a dirty kiss* - for them and the fans. Come back soon. I read this one where-

AARON: Bye Robert.