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Bad Temper


Requested: Jealous Shawn. Not sure I like this but I tried. 

Word count: 2,658

“I think this might actually be it!” I said, folding the last box together. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing out heavily. 

I thought it would never end. No matter where I looked, there had always been more boxes to start on. But now, I’d actually unpacked the last one.

“What?” Shawn yelled from the other room, fumbling with his precious guitars as always. 

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You all know the drill by now. When you have angst in the title you know you came to cry. But this crying involves SHANCE.



Dates: June 25th - July 2nd


  • Day One (25th): Garrsion/Voltron
  • Day Two (26th): Anger/Depression
  • Day Three (27th): Above/Below
  • Day Four (28th): Captivity/Gladiator Ring
  • Day Five (29th): Pride/Fear
  • Day Six (30th): Miscommunication/Secrets
  • Day Seven (1st): Space/Ocean
  • Day Eight (2nd) (BONUS): Free day/AU Day


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Sneaky bastard - Bruce Wayne x Reader (NSFW)

Since I have no shame, yet another smutty story (it’s been a while). It’s not just smut though, there’s a plot, and there’s lots of fluff@whovianayesha hope you’ll like it and don’t think it’s total shite, because as usual, I feel like it’s pretty badmaybe I rushed things a bit too much ? I mean, actions gos by too fast and don’t make sense ? EEEEEH I’M ALWAYS SO STRESSED YOU GUYS WON’T LIKE MY WRITING WHENEVER I POST SOMETHING, sorry for being such an annoying angsty woman, I just hope you’ll like  :

WARNING NSFW (smut, don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable, go read my other very safe for work stories instead ;)), LANGUAGE. It’s long, sorry.

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If someone would have told you a few weeks ago that you’d save the goddamn Batman, you’d probably would have laughed in their faces. It seemed so ridiculous, that a rookie such as you, who literally joined the forces not even a month before, would ever save a man like the Dark Knight. 

And yet, it happened. And it was wicked awesome.


He was fighting a bunch of thugs in a back alley, when you came by. You weren’t even gonna intervene, you knew the man, you already saw him roaming Gotham City before you became a cop, he could definitely handle himself…But then, you noticed one of the guy he was fighting take a few steps back, and draw a gun. It was pointed right at the bat’s head and he was going to pull the trigger in a matter of seconds ! 

You didn’t think, you acted. You jumped in the alley, surprising all of them, and with an expertly done high kick, you got the gun out of the man’s hand, knocking him down with a mean left hook. Damn, you turned into a total badass under the adrenaline ! 

Batman quickly got rid of the las few thugs, and turned to you. Suddenly, you didn’t feel that excited anymore, the man was impressive. So tall. Large. Muscular. Yeah ok, he was totally sexy. 

He turned his weird glowy white gaze on you, and, with a voice too rough and low to be human, asked you : 

-Are you alright ? This was very foolish to jump in like that, I didn’t need your help. You could have been very hurt. 

-Yeah I’m alright, and like Hell you didn’t need my help, I totally saved your life dude, be more thankful ! Jeez louiiise. 


-Wow. Ok. So you’re an ass. 

-The ass can give you a ride to the nearest hospital, you’re bleeding. 

-What ? 

He pointed to your arm, and…oh. Yeah. You got shot. Damn. 

-I didn’t even feel it…

-Must be the rush of epinephrine in your blood. Come on, follow me. 

-Wow wait, you’re gonna give me a ride…in the batmobile ?! 

-Do you see any other car ? Climb in, and do not touch anything. 

You tried to keep your cool. To act like it was no big deal…but the adrenaline in your veins doubled in volume as you sat in the car you so often dreamt of riding when you were a child. Fuck this was great ! 

He drove you to the nearest hospital, without saying a word, and almost threw you out of the car. Ass. 

Your wound wasn’t deep, a bullet just grazed you and you only needed a few stitches, you were out two hours later. You went home by foot, because walking always cleared your mind, and damn it needed to be clear right now. Anyway, you weren’t living too far away. 

You just saved the Batman ! YOU JUST SAVE THE BATMAN !! 

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Since it has been expressed through the recent survey results that as a fandom we want more activities for everyone to get involved in and more of a focus on our love for Snape rather than addressing the hate that goes on, we thought we’d put a few together; Snape Appreciation Month being one of them! We thought it’d be a good time to do the appreciation month throughout May since Happy Snape Week is on May 28th so it’s a nice way to close things out.

You can show your appreciation through any means whether it’s through a text post, gifset, art or fanfic, etc. just no reposting other people’s work please. Be sure to include the tag ‘snapeloveposts’ within the first 5 tags of your post so that they’re all collected in one place for everyone see. No hate is to be addressed or mentioned here, these events are to be a safe and positive space for the fandom to share their love for the character.

Here is a list of topics we’ve put together to post about on each of the days:

Day 1.  General Snape Love
Day 2.  Potions Master
Day 3.  Head of Slytherin
Day 4.  Spy for the Order of Phoenix
Day 5.  Spinner’s End
Day 6.  Snape’s Parents
Day 7.  Pre Hogwarts Years
Day 8.  Hogwarts Years
Day 9.  Post Hogwarts Years
Day 10.  The First War with Voldemort 
Day 11.  Dumbledore’s spy
Day 12.  The Years Between
Day 13.  Headcanons
Day 14.  Favourite Relationship
Day 15.  Favourite Ship
Day 16.  Favourite Trait
Day 17.  Appearance (how you picture him)
Day 18.  Alan Rickman
Day 19.  Costume Appreciation
Day 20.  A scene you wanted to be in the films
Day 21.  Most Iconic Moment
Day 22.  Favourite Chapter
Day 23.  Favourite Quote
Day 24.  Favourite Moment
Day 25.  Favourite Fanwork
Day 26.  Favourite AU
Day 27.  The moment you realised you liked Snape

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Originally posted by sgfgdolans

requested by anon.

Can u do a thing where ur sister comes to visit with her boyfriend and she always teases u about not having one so like Taehyung pretends to be ur bf and he makes you do the stupidest things like male sexual noises in ur ve and shit but u end up dating irl also very fluffy and cute tae💖💖💖💕💕ily!💕💕💕💖💖

destin; french for destiny.

destiny; ˈdɛstɪni

  • the events that will necessarily happen to a particular person or thing in the future.
  • the hidden power believed to control future events; fate.

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a/n: ngl this isn’t my best work, purely buck fluff is hard to write but i hope you like it anyway

“Taehyung, please pretend to be my boyfriend over the course of the next two weeks cuz my sister and her boyfriend are gonna come and I don’t wanna be teased.” I said all in one breath, causing me to breathe in heavily, evoking a smile on Taehyung’s face. “What do I get out of that?” he laughed as he took a sip of his latte. “You get to spend time with me?” “I spend time with you everyday… we like live together…” “Please.” I said, dragging it out so much that it was almost me being cute. “Ugh, fine. But I’m taking the lead on this mission.” he said as he ruffled my hair and placed a very much platonic kiss on my forehead.

“___! I haven’t seen you in ages, baby sister!” my sister screamed when I opened my apartment door. “Nice to see you too.” I laughed as I hugged her, when I pulled away I awkwardly greeted her boyfriend, we weren’t exactly close. “So, any boyfriend? Or are you still single as always?” she joked, causing me to roll my eyes. “Babe! Who is it?” Taehyung suddenly called, I had forgotten that we just agreed to pretend we were dating. “Babe?” my sister asked, causing me to laugh and walk towards Taehyung, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. “Babe, this is my sister and her boyfriend.” I smiled at him as I introduced the two strangers to him. “Nice to meet the both of you, I’m Taehyung, ___’s boyfriend.”

“You never told me you got a boyfriend!” she screamed as she jumped up and down. “It was a low-key thing, we haven’t told many people.” I laughed. “Yeah, we’re keeping this between the few people we have told.” Taehyung chuckled as he walked over to me and placed a kiss on the top of my head, nuzzling me afterwards. “I’m so glad you finally have someone!” “Me too.” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around my ‘boyfriend’.

“You guys should kiss right now. It would be so romantic!” my sister squealed, causing Taehyung and I to awkwardly look at each other, we knew it was inevitable but so soon? I released by wrap around him and he rubbed the back of his neck. The next thing she said didn’t help with awkwardness, “We should go on a double date some time! I mean we’re staying here anyway so why not spend some more quality time together?” she spoke, once again, jumping up and down. “Sure, maybe later this week? We’re a bit busy with school work right now…” Taehyung lied. “That’s fine! As long as it happens! But you guys still need to kiss!” she squealed as she anticipated the moment. Taehyung, suddenly bursting with energy, turned to me, pulled me in and placed his lips against mine. I must say it was probably one of the best kisses of my life.

“Fuck, what are we supposed to do? Go on this stupid double date and risk being seen?” I asked as I paced around the small gap between the two shelves in the uni library. “Well people might just assume that we’re just friends, they know we’re close.” he replied, raising his head from his book. “But what if they don’t? And we’re gonna have to act all coupley for my sister.” I said, sighing in frustration as I threw myself onto the chair opposite my ‘boyfriend’. “I say go for it, let’s live a little.”

“I’m so excited for our lunch date! I know the perfect place! I used to go there all the time!” my sister said as she wrapped her arm around her boyfriend’s. “We used to go there all the time.” he corrected her as he placed a kiss on her forehead. “Sure, I’m up for it. As long as my cute ass girlfriend over here is.” Taehyung laughed as he wrapped his arm around my waist. “Of course I am.” I said, smiling, as I tiptoed slightly to place a kiss on his left cheek. “You two are the cutest!” my sister squealed for the nth time since she appeared at my house.

“I say when we get home we mess around.” Taehyung whispered into my ear as the food was being served by the sleazy looking waiter. “What the fuck do you mean?” I whispered back, my shock being slightly evident in my voice. “I mean, let’s make sex noises to like pretend we’re, you know; like why not have fun when we’re both just pretending anyway?” “Ugh, I hate the shit you drag me into.”

“What are you two lovebirds talking about?” my sister asked as she shoved a spoonful of food into her mouth. “You know, stuff. Couple stuff.” “Like?” “We’re planning our next date.” “Already? This one just got started! You two are eager!” she laughed as she turned her attention to her boyfriend. “You’re so bad at lying, ___.” Taehyung muttered before having a bite of my food. “You’re not much better, babe.” I whispered back, emphasising the ‘babe’ just to mess around.

Later that night, Taehyung and I went through with our plans. We started off slow and never become really loud but we definitely sounded like we were sinning but the trick was, play a video game with your best friend on silent. “This is so fun.” he laughed as tried to beat me at this round of Mortal Kombat. The more we played, the more sexual things sounded to others. We had to try so hard to hold back our laughter in between, I was laughing so hard that I was flat on my back in tears. Taehyung quickly joining my side with laughter. Suddenly, in the midst of our laughing fit, we heard a knock at the door, “Hey, kids, I know you’re in love but can you guys keep it down a bit?” “Oh my God…” I whispered to Taehyung as I turned to hold his body out of embarrassment. “I’m sorry, we’ll keep it down.” Taehyung voiced as he turned to wrap his arm around me.

“Why did you get so embarrassed, babe?” he smirked as he lifted himself onto his right elbow. “I didn’t expect her to come and say that!” I said, letting go of Taehyung and covering my red face. “Aww, my baby is embarrassed.” he chuckled as he placed a kiss on my forehead. “Stop that!” “We’re dating!” “Ugh, at this rate I might actually fall for you!” I joked but subconsciously knew that it was definitely possible. “I wish you would!” he laughed back at me.

“Sorry about last night.” Taehyung chuckled as he entered the kitchen the next morning. “Don’t worry about it, you two are still full of energy and aren’t drained from work life.” my sister chuckled as she poured in some milk to her cereal. “Well, I’m taking ___ on a breakfast date so don’t wait around for us and enjoy your time with your boyfriend.” Taehyung smiled as he poured himself a glass of water and left to go back to me.

“I told your sister that we’re going on a breakfast date so now we have to go.” Taehyung threw at me as he walked back into my room. “You what?” I laughed in complete disbelief. “Yeah, let’s go to that cafe that you love, my treat, babe.”

“You really didn’t have to do this, we could’ve just had McDonald’s.” I laughed as I was being handed my favourite breakfast item from the menu. “This is the least I could do.” “For what?” “For you, my best friend and girlfriend.” he chuckled as he was handed his latte. “You haven’t managed to fall for me, have you?” I said, half-joking, half-hopeful. “What if I did? What would you do about it?” he answered, turning it back onto me. “Probably date you, why not live a little?” I said, using his previous words. “Then why don’t we do exactly that.” he smirked. “What? Date? You’re joking.” I laughed as I took a sip from my own coffee. “Nope, not at all. I want to be with you, for real. It’s been fun pretending and I’m already comfortable around you, probably more than your sister is around her boyfriend.” “Fine, let’s live a little.”

Imagine Rick having an obsession for you and not liking it when you have an interest for other men, especially Negan

(Hope this is as requested and you all like it :3 I know this was supposed to be similar to the Negan one I did but I felt that this way was better :D Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

After stumbling upon the prison, the group had welcomed you and since you had went through so much with them and travelled on the road to find a safer place in Washington.

Along the way, you ended up being found by a man, named Aaron and were brought to live among him and the community in Alexandria.

There you were all able to settle and start to think of a future with a quiet life all together.

However, although that dream was something the other’s could look for, you weren’t certain if you could stay any longer or even if you were truly welcomed.

The people there and most of your group didn’t worry you but Rick did. From the day he met you, he was welcoming but something was off about him.

Sure, you felt safe with him around but it would come along with the other side of his behavior.

His glare that would stare at you from head to toe anytime you were in his presence. You could swear that you could practically feel his breath down your neck every time you thought you were alone.

You had caught him doing so more than enough to make you uncomfortable around him on your own yet something told you that he wouldn’t hurt you physically but emotionally it was something else.

His attitude would only seem to get worst whenever another man was around with you. It didn’t seem to matter who it was, whether it be Daryl who he trusted so much or Glenn that already had Maggie in his life, Rick would end up butting in and you would end up being left either alone or better alone with him.

It had happened so many times, most of the guys would stop volunteering to help you with your assigned task. On the few occasions, you had your eyes on the few men that weren’t taken, you would invite them over to your room for some late night sleepovers, Rick would figure it out and simply make sure that they wouldn’t be able to make it.

Each time, their excuses to you became obvious that someone was behind it and that person couldn’t be anyone else than Rick.

The more you thought of everything the more you weren’t sure if you could stay around any longer with someone who made you feel like you were a prisoner.

You had to do something about it or just make him understand that you weren’t


Nonetheless, in Rick’s eyes, whatever he was doing, he felt he was in the right. He couldn’t ever imagine you being with anyone else but him and have been doing everything to make you understand his point of view.

Ever since he met you, he felt like you were his everything just as much as Carl and Judith were. However, he felt like he couldn’t just tell you instantly that he loved you but he had to show you somehow.

He was enamoured by everything about you.
From the way playful lips that would curl into a sweet smile whenever you would feel joy or simply thank or talk to him, they made each moment with you perfect.

To the way your eyes would meet his whenever he would call you or speak with you, the color, the shape, everything about them would make nearly lose his words before he could recollect and keep going on.

Even in anger or in disgust, he thought you were beautiful, overwhelmingly in fact, to him everything about you was perfect. The more he grew close to you the more he wanted to keep you to himself. It made the idea of you being with another man or really anyone else, a nightmare to him.

He couldn’t stand it and it really didn’t matter who it was, he had to let them know that you were his even if you hadn’t agree to it yet.

He knew the perfect day would come when you would want to be with no one else but him and that day could only be if everyone knew that you were his.

However, his plans all went to shit the day you had come across Negan on the road.


You had decided to go along to help care for your sick friend, Maggie, as she had when you wouldn’t feel to well.

For once, you felt Rick’s presence to be quite pleasant and reassuring. He was showing his concern and was just trying his best to make her feel better, that for a long while you rethought of your decision of leaving the group to stay in the Hilltops and came to a decision to give him a second chance.

Despite, the warm and comforting atmosphere you felt with him, it had changed the moment you were out of the RV and on your knees.

The man you had thought to kill, Negan was right before your eyes and was now trying to make you all realize your big mistake of taking out so many of his men and stealing his guns.

From the looks of him, his attitude, his big grin, the profanities he was using, you knew he wasn’t entirely sane and that it wasn’t going to end simply.

You had noticed how Rick seemed so traumatized and for some reason felt bad to not be able to comfort you.

His eyes were wide and wild, his body shaking whit sweat and tears rolling down his face, and it only got worst when Negan started to countdown who was going to die for all of this.

It scared you as well but thinking about everyone here, you couldn’t let it happen. With enough courage, you opened your mouth and begged him to stop.

“Wait! Please! If…If you have to kill someone then let it be me…”

As you said that, Rick turned to look at you and just tried to make you change your mind. He was even more in tears and couldn’t hold in his sob.

Oddly, seeing how Rick reacted, amused Negan enough to get a better look at you. He eyed you but strangely, it felt somewhat more comforting than Rick’s at certain times.

You found yourself looking him back in the eyes and a smirk came to him. He nodded and reached to hold your chin, making Rick try to get up.

He had been stopped by Negan’s men but was still struggling to get to you. He couldn’t stand to see another man touching you and smiling like that.

Negan laughed and looking at you, said, “Honey…I ain’t gonna kill you…I think it’ll be more interesting with you alive…”

He looked over at Rick and chuckling, nodded.
“Oh yeah…it’s gonna get interesting…”

He thought he understood the relationship between you two and just got excited at the idea of ruining Rick’s life in another way as well while having so many of his and yours friend watching over.

As he stood up, he ended up giving you all a scare by pretending to hit on your head but pulled back laughing before getting serious and telling you all that your supplies and everything else now belonged to him.


A few days had passed and you all got to work to get some supplies for Negan and his men.

Since that night, Rick couldn’t ever leave you alone. He was more open about following you around and would spontaneously hold your hand to get your attention to talk to you.

One morning as you were walking out to keep watch, he had ran to catch up to you and stood in front of you. He had to say something about his feelings before anything could happen to the both of you and he just had to let you know.

He looked you in the eyes and wiped his tears away. He took a deep breath and went to grab your hand to hold.

“Y/N…I-I need to tell you that…I…”

Before he could say anything, you heard some car noises from behind the gate and realize that Negan was coming up soon.

You peered to look behind Rick and held your finger to tell him to stop. You moved forward and just as you predicted the cars got closer and closer in sight.

Soon enough, Negan got to the gate where you stood and smirked to see your shadow. “Honey…You’re here to greet me…Now that is awesome! I like that!”

You shook your head to hear him and wanted to back away but knew you couldn’t. As you looked back at Rick, you didn’t knew what took you but you just wanted to open it even more.

Quickly, you turned back and open the first fence to see Negan. Strangely, his funny smile and the way his eyes widen in pleasure and surprise, made you smile as well.

He then pointed at you and couldn’t be any happier to see you just as happy.

“You’re smiling at me…What does this mean?!”

As Rick heard him say such things, he couldn’t believe it and moved in closer to you. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed the truth and it just broke his heart.

You were smiling at him like and he couldn’t handle it. His fist curled and his eyes weren’t looking at you anymore and he was simply glaring at Negan. He took the task to open the gate completely, pushing you lightly to the side, making sure you weren’t too close to the other man.

“You’re here earlier…It’s only been a few days…You said a fucking week…”

It stunned you to hear him cuss suddenly and from your expression, it only made Negan burst in laughter.

“Goddamn Rick! Standing up like a man now! I fucking love that! Yeah…i’m here earlier…It’s because of miss pretty eyes and sweet mouth over there…I missed her…”

He winked at you and with Rick’s gaze upon you, you simply smirked at the other man and had seem to forget the scare he gave you all a few nights pass.

With his jaw clenched, Rick gritted at him and told him to back off from you.

“Well she hasn’t missed you…She doesn’t care about you…So you need to stop looking at her that way…”

Negan looked at him dumbfounded and surprised by his sudden aggressiveness. He pursed his lips for moment before slowly walking in the place.

You didn’t know what to say or do and simply looked away. You swore that by his attitude you could feel yourself being trapped by him and something told you that you would later end up growing sick of it.


As Negan looked around, he forgot what had happened for a moment and was simply impressed by the sheer greatness of it.

You followed behind the two men, As Rick walked beside Negan. A few steps in, he suddenly got pissed at Rick and turned to look over at you.

“Y/N…Show me the place…and you Rick…Go help pack my stuff and leave us…”

Rick had gotten even more angry and anxious and the two of you could tell. He was protesting to be the one to show him around but as Negan raised his baseball bat at him, he shied away.

He might’ve not killed any of you with it but horrible stories you all heard was enough to scare you away as you were weaponless.

The other men had then been called to show Rick to his job and he ended up being dragged over to help.

Negan motioned you closer and you did just as he asked. His smug smile came back and he casually whispered, “So you and Rick huh…”

You were surprised by his remark but nonetheless you understood the confusion.

“Me and him? No there’s nothing…”

Negan stopped midway and was trying to get you to admit something to him.

“Aren’t you both together…like freaky-deaky together?”

You scoffed and shook your head to his remark.

“From the looks of Rick…I thought you were together and stuff…”

“Not at all…It’s really just him…and the way he acts around me…”

As you said those words, Negan grew more and more intrigued by your relationship to Rick and took the opportunity to straight up ask you about everything.

You ended up telling him everything he had wanted to know and more, making Negan understand the passion or rather the obsession Rick had for you. He also caught on that you weren’t comfortable with this whole situation with Rick and just acted more of his friendly self.

He wanted to make you smile and laugh for a while. To make sure that you feel that it was okay for you to open up to him.


Soon enough, he had to leave you and as Rick walked forward to close the gate, he had a moment of protectiveness and hugged you goodbye.

You were stunned by him but nonetheless, you slowly wrapped your arms around him.

Rick nearly snatched you away but as his arms reached for you, the other Saviors freaked out and pulled him away, thinking he might hurt their leader.

As you noticed, you turned, still concerned over him and ask them to let go of him. They followed as Negan gave them a sign they could and with that they left you.

As you were all left alone, you checked over Rick to make sure he wasn’t hurt and suddenly it seemed he had forgotten about the world.

He was just so grateful to see you worrying over him that he smiled at you and nodded.

“I’m fine…You’re worrying over me…that’s very kind of you…”

You looked up at him and you simply said that it wasn’t a problem.

“It’s nothing really…”

He smiled at you and pulled you in fro tight hug. Apart from hugging him back, you couldn’t do much as his grip was quite firm around your body.

With that, you then both walked home and Rick had forgotten about the incidences with Negan.


Unfortunately, for him his happiness were only short live as the days passes. It would seem that each time Negan was back, you and him would be left alone to talk and from the looks of it you grew quite close.

It made Rick nervous, anxious but angry at the same time to see you both and just wanted to take you away for himself just as he had with the other men around. 

You were his no matter what and no one could have you the way he would imagine of having you. It suddenly didn’t seem to care who Negan was, Rick was going to find a way to get rid of him from your life.

He felt like it was his right to do so and knew he simply had to wait for the right moment, the moment when Negan would be most vulnerable, when he would be without his baseball bat.

For you, you didn’t see things the way Rick did. Negan was surprisingly kind and always seem to know how to make you laugh with his humor. You didn’t mind to keep him company, make him dinner when he would ask for it or just help him out with whatever he needed.

Although, you could tell not everyone approved of you, you didn’t seem to mind or really pay attention to them, except it seemed only Rick was your real big problem.

Whenever you were both alone, he would ask you about it and just seem to force out answers from you. They weren’t always the truth but they were what you thought were better for him to hear.


One evening, you and Negan were sitting by the porch, you felt like you couldn’t stay around Rick anymore. You knew you could ask him to take you away and that he would gladly accept, considering he had seem to suggest it.

You looked around to see no one you knew was too close to hear and leaned in closer to him. He was pleased to see you approach him that way and smirk.

“What is it, Y/N? What do you have for me?”

You sighed and took a deep breath before you could say anything, as if unsure if you should really such things.

“It…It’s me…I-I want to go back with you…I don’t think I can stay here any longer with Rick always breathing down my neck when you’re not around…”

He chuckled and turned to look you in the eyes. He grabbed to hold your shoulders and his tone suddenly got louder.

“He scares you?”

“Not necessarily but…I’m not as free as he would let me believe…”

From your expression and tone, Negan knew you weren’t joking around or making it seem as light as it was to him the first time he heard such things.

He sat up straight and ended rubbing your back to comfort you. You didn’t knew why but suddenly tears came rolling down you cheeks.

“Really…Damn it…Alright…I’ll take you back with me…”

As those words came out, you just felt a sense of relief and let him know about your interests for him.

“Thank you…Negan…I-I just feel more comfortable around you…I-I don’t know if it’s because I have feelings for you or something but I…”

Negan instantly smiled to hear you and let out sincere laugh. It made him happy to know that you felt that way for him. He knew it was going to be easy to convince you to marry him and that he’d probably find some happiness around you everyday.

So before you could say anything more, he pressed his lips to your and made you kiss him back.

As you pulled away, you looked into his eyes and confirmed him that you felt more for him.

“I like you…I like you a lot Negan…”

Your words weren’t simply heard by Negan but Rick was on at the end of the road and had witness you pulling back from the kiss.

He panicked and moved away from his job to get a better look of what was happening.

“Y/N?!” It was the only thing he could say. He was confused and couldn’t understand as to why this was happening.

He thought he had made his intentions clears whenever he would talk about how you shouldn’t get so intimate with Negan but it would seem he had missed something.

As he walked onto the porch, he made a quick move to pull you up to your feet. It unnerved you and Negan but he was now putting himself in front of you.

He was being quite rough about it and ended up losing his mind over the man in front of him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! She isn’t yours! Why are you touching her like that?! We had a deal but this isn’t part of it! Y/N isn’t for you! Why would you make her say such things?!”

You wanted to pull him away to have a better talk about everything but he pulled his arm away from you to keep his aggressive stance.

As Negan listened, he scoffed, shaking his head. From his expression, you could tell he thought of Rick as a joke and was about to tell him the truth.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Rick?! You think I don’t know…You’re acting like a protective husband…but she ain’t even yours…”

Rick eyes widened in surprise and his nervousness came back to him. He step back closer to you and reached behind to touch your hand. Negan slowly walked forward to assert his dominance and soon was close enough to make Rick feel his breath.

“Don’t act surprised…She told me everything…Here I thought your little serial killer had a super hot stepmom! But no…she’s free! And I think I just got a real chance with her…You heard her right…”

He raised his eyebrows and playfully licked his lips to show the meaning behind his words, making Rick shake his head.

“No! No! What she said to you didn’t mean anything! You’re being delusional!”

Negan laughed and looked your way, as if asking you if you were going to explain yourself.

“Really…Y/N can you repeat what you said to me for him to hear…I think it’ll get the message across…”

Reluctantly, with Rick’s hand in yours, you stepped forward to try and look him in the eyes. You knew he had to understand what you were feeling about this whole situation, make him realize that you weren’t certain about him being around you so much.

“Rick…I-I can’t…You’re too much…You’re suffocating me…Every time you’re around I can’t do anything…I’m not free to talk to other…other men…I can’t even be in the same room with them without you in-”

Listening to you, broke Rick’s heart and he could only say what the truth to him was.

“It’s because you’re mine! I love you!”

You shook your head to hear him and got your hand out of his. He was being in denial again and you couldn’t take it.

“Stop it! Stop saying that! I’m not yours! I don’t love you that way! I never have! I never will…I-I have feelings for someone else…For Negan…”

He was already tearing up and despite feeling your heart stinging to see him trying to cling back onto you, you backed away. He had to accept the truth at this point.

“I’m going to leave with him…”

Negan walked forward to hold your shoulder and as Rick looked at the both of you, he started to shake.

It wasn’t his anxiety this time. It was his anger and with his fists tightly curled and his gaze shooting towards you both, he muttered under his breath.

“You’re not going anywhere…You’re mine…”

With those last words, he pulled a gun he had hidden and pointed towards the other man in the chest.

You shrieked seeing him but Negan maintained his calm, smirking to himself.

🌩Yuri is like super afraid of thunderstorms but he doesn’t want to look weak or anything so nobody knows.

🌩But one day after practice otabek and Yuri are just chilling at their apartment bc they totally live together and its only been a few weeks and the weathers been nice so there hasn’t been a thunderstorm yet.

🌩And so they’re just chilling and its getting late right. And all of a sudden Yuri sees lightening flash from the corner of his eye and tenses up bc ‘oh crap oh crap oh crap not here not now oh crap’

🌩And I mean he’s the ‘ice tiger of Russia, he’s not afraid of anything’ Right and ‘good thing beka is in the other room and he can’t see me like this all weak and afraid’

🌩But then ofc beka comes strolling in the room mindlessly scrolling on his phone at that moment and yuri is just kinda frozen for a second.

🌩Then the thunder hits and that’s when he jumps. And Otabek is all like ‘wait did I see that right or are my eyes screwing with me?’

🌩So he goes and asks Yuri if he’s okay and ‘what?! Of course I’m okay! I’m perfectly fine, what are you talking abo-EEK!’ and he just squeaks and hides his face in bekas shirt, clinging to him as another roll of thunder hits.

🌩And beka just smiles and wraps his arms around him. ‘perfectly fine huh?’ Beka chuckles while mindlessly playing with yuris hair. Yuri huffs and looks up at his bf and is all like 'oh shut up!’ before clinging harder to his shirt as an especially loud boom shakes the apartment

🌩And yuri is shaking and beka is all like 'kitten, you don’t have to try to be strong all the time. Being afraid doesn’t make you weak its part of human nature. And you know, even tigers aren’t fearless’ and as yuri nods his head at his remark beka kisses his head and holds him tight until the storm passes


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Giant: Ch. 5

When you leave someone
Their love lingers on,
Like a fresh wound
With no one to love.

The paper stared at her, refusing to blink. Lena knit her fingers together and rested her cheek on them as she lingered over the words that sat there. She blew air threw her lips and prepared herself to finally read her father’s words.

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I’m gonna be real honest with you here, it’s been a long time since I’ve worked on the fake bf fic and writing is hard and life is just overwhelming as hell these days, so if y’all wouldn’t mind giving me just a liiiiittle bit of validation that my writing hasn’t turned to complete crap?? that’d be super cool??? please & thank you, here is what I have of ch. 6, it’s not a lot but hopefully there’s gonna be more soon now that I have some kind of flow???? idk man I love you all thank you for being so ridiculously patient

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Kitten: Part 2

Hi! I’m sorry to say there is no smut in this part but lots of fluffy bonding, I hope you like it! I don’t really plan on doing a part 3 but if I think of one I’ll definitely do write it! Please let me know how you all feel about it!

“We have a guest,” Kyungsoo groans, but he doesn’t move away from where we are tangled together on the large couch in his living room. I hum snuggling deeper into his side, not to happy about the idea of him getting up either. I’m completely exhausted from the hours of, um, activities with Kyungsoo. There is a knock on the door, we both glance at it. “Go away,” He snarls without hesitation.

“Hyung,” A familiar voice whines. I sniff the air and recognize the scent of the pale man I had seen the night before. “You owe me something for leading you to your mate.”

“You are lucky you aren’t dead.”

“Does it help if I say it’s work related?”

Kyungsoo scoffs, “You don’t work.”

“I’m coming in!” The younger announces, stupidly ignoring the horrifiying growl coming from his hyung. The door opens revealing the hot blonde I was expecting but in a neat suit compared to the shredded outfit from before. I click my tongue, he cleans up nice.

“Do you have a death wish?” Kyungsoo snarls, shifting slightly so I’m pressed up against the back of the couch, hidden from his brother.

The younger coughs awkwardly, “Sorry, I didn’t know you guys were naked.”

“What the hell do you want?”

“I just wanted to check in, the others were curious and you weren’t answering your phone…”

“Don’t you think there was a reason I was ignoring you?”

The younger huffs, “You never have very good reasons.”

“I have very important things to be doing!”

I chuckle, shoving Kyungsoo off me a bit to pop my head over the edge to smile at the blushing man, “Hello again.”

He jumps back a bit, “Um…Hello.”

“I’m the very important thing incase you were wondering,” I muse with a glance over my shoulder at a frowning Kyungsoo. “Why are you pouting?”

“I want him gone.”

“He’s your younger brother, stop being so hostile Kyungsoo. We can’t just block out the whole world.”

“He tried,” The brother muses. “Called into work, took all week off, turned off his phone, put extra security around the building, he really tried.”

“Yet here you are,” Kyungsoo snarls once again. “I figured you would have gotten the hint that I want some alone time with my mate.”

“Is he always like this?” I ask his brother.

He nods, “Yea but this is a bit more extreme than usual and you can assume why.”

“An unmated alpha in the room with a naked omega, I can understand.”

“That reminds me, the others want to meet her,” He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Not a chance in hell,” Kyungsoo deadpans.

“Who are the others?” I whine at Kyungsoo, “Why can’t meet them?”

His eyes shift to me and automatically soften, “Because Kitten, I don’t want those dirty wolves anywhere near you. At least not for awhile, I want to keep you all to myself for as long as I can.”

“You can’t just keep me locked in here.”

He chuckles, “Says who?”

“Kyungsoo,” I warn.

“Okay, Kitten I’m just kidding. At least, sort of… That reminds me we need to talk about a few things. You,” He looks back to his brother, “You need to leave.”

His brother his whole time has been watching our interaction with wide eyes, “She called you by your name… no oppa or ssi… no formal speaking at all… how old is she?”

“I’m 23!” I answer happily.

His jaw drops, pointing a finger at me and stomping his feet, he looks like an upset child, “And you don’t speak formally to me either!”

I look to Kyungsoo confused, “What’s the big deal? He can’t be that much older than me, can he?”

My mate chuckles, “He is almost 900 years old.”

“What?!” I yell, nearly jumping to my feet if not for his arm around my waist. “Than how old are you?”

“Use that brain of yours, you are a smart little kitten. You know a lot about our politics and rules, how old could I be?”

My jaw drops, “To be a council member you have to at least be… 800 years old…”

“My smart kitten,” He muses, rubbing our noses together before nosing along my jaw to my neck.

“This is making me sick,” The brother pretends to throw up.

Kyungsoo glares at him, “Than go. I’ll consider taking her to the pack house later this week but for now, I’m keeping her here.”

“Fine. But if Chanyeol hyung pops up and mobs the girl in excitement, I warned you.” He turns back and grips the door handle, “One last thing, they need your signature on a few things before today is over.”

Kyungsoo groans, “Why didn’t you just bring them with you?”

“I forgot.”

The next roar has the younger scrambling out the door, I chuckle as he goes. My mate groans once again, shifting himself closer to me and burying his face into my neck. My fingers tangle through his hair, “So what are these things we need to talk about?”

“How about we talk over breakfast? I can’t have you starving on my watch,” He kisses me softly before standing up, leaving the blanket with me, confident in his naked existence. I watch him disappear down a hallway and emerge a few minutes later wearing a pair of black boxers with a shirt in his hand. “Arms up,” He commands softly, even though he didn’t use his alpha voice I quickly obey and throw my hands above my head so he can slide the shirt on for me. It’s obviously his, I crawl over the back of the couch to follow him into the kitchen, noticing how the hem of the shirt reached my mid thigh. His wolf notices to and purrs in approval.

“What’s for breakfast?” I plop down in one the tall chairs at the breakfast bar.

“Nothing too fancy, eggs, toast and fruit sound okay?” He pulls out a fry pan and some eggs from the fridge.

I nod, “Better than what I usually eat. Do you need any help with anything?”

He hums eyeing up the knife block on the back counter, “How good are you with knives?”

“I have worked in a kitchen before, I know my way around them, what do you need me to cut?”

“There is a watermelon in the fridge, if you want to grab the cutting board from under the middle cabinet, I’ll grab the melon.”

I jump up from my seat and find the cutting board in seconds, taking note of all of his fancy pans and appliances. “You cook a lot don’t you?” I question once I have my station set up, a large knife in my hand. He sets the decent sized melon in front of me before quickly rushing back to the stove where the eggs are cooking.

“I find it relaxing.”

I hum as I quickly chop the melon into triangles. It doesn’t take him long to finish the eggs and grab a few slices of bread. It all feels weird, so domestic, like we’ve done this a million times before. My heart flutters in my chest, something he quickly notices, he stops and looks at me with concern in his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

I smile up at him, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing those beautiful lips softly, “I’m completely over the moon.”

He fights with himself to pull away from the kiss, “Eat first. I know were tigers are strong but you need to eat.” He pulls me back to where I was sitting before, placing a plate with two fried eggs, a slice of bread, and a couple slices of watermelon, he stares at me expectantly.

“You eat too.” It only takes him a moment to make his own plate and take the spot next to me. We eat for a few minutes in silence, just enjoying the others company when I remember, “So what are these things we need to talk about?”

“Well firstly I would like to apologize for being such an ass last night. As an older man I should have been in control of my wolf and should have stopped myself from basically kidnapping you last night.”

I shrug, “I went willingly. There is no need to apologize. No matter how old you are, you got excited when you saw me, I get it. My friend’s mate was no different when they met.”

He nods, obviously thankful for my understanding, “So I wanted to ask you a few questions that I should have asked last night. Like what is your surname?”

I chuckle realizing we really haven’t done a proper introduction, I turn to him with my hand out, “Kim, Kin Eunbi, and you are?”

“Do Kyungsoo,” He shakes my hand with a small smile.

“Well Kyungsoo, as an old man what do you do? Seems like it will be important.”

He nods, “I am the head of the Do group. CEO Do industries.”

I click my tongue, “Wow, my mate is pretty damn impressive.”

“And you are a dancer?”

“Lets not talk about me now, my life just looks sad compared to yours.”

“I have had a long time to get my life together, you are still just a little kitten. You have plenty of time to grow.”

“Thanks for inspirational words. Next question.”

“Of course, I hope you don’t mind my asking but about your ears…” He stares at them for a moment, I forgot that my wig had fallen off last night. My hands automatically go up to caress the soft fur. He watches me, his hand twitches in his lap making me chuckle.

“You can touch them,” I lean my head towards him. He is hesitant at first but once I lean closer he lets one hand graze them slightly. A purr begins to go off in my chest as his fingers gently caress one of my ears. “When I was little something happened to one of my human ears and I got scared and was only able to partially transform at the time, hence cat ears. I have tried getting them back to normal but I can’t so I just wear wigs to get people to stop staring,” I shrug.

He hums, staring at them with some kind of adoration in his eyes.

“Any other questions?”

“I was wondering about how you wanted to do things after today,” He looks down at his food, suddenly bashful.

“What do you mean?” I frown, thrown by the question. He made if very clear last night and this morning that there is no if, ands, or buts, about it, we are mates. Did he not want me as a mate? Did he want me to leave or something?

“What I said earlier, about keeping you here all week, I don’t want that-”

My heart stops. I can’t my mouth to open, I just stare at him, is he rejecting me?

He gives me a side glance when my breath hitches, “Please don’t be mad, it’s just how wolves are. We are possessive creatures when it comes to our mates. If you don’t want to move in that’s-“

“Wait a minute, move in? I thought you were going to kick me out!” I snarl, ready to murder him for giving me a heart attack.

“No, no, no, of course not!”

“Well you just said you don’t want to keep my here all week.”

“I want to keep you here forever!”

“Oh.” Now I feel like an idiot.

“I just don’t know how to say it without sounding like some crazy obsessive beast.”

“How about saying, ‘hey, we are mates, how about you move in since we are destined to be together forever anyway?’”

He pouts, “I didn’t know how well over that would go.”

“Well better than sounding like you were trying to get rid of me.”

He turns to me, “I would never try to get rid of you Kitten, understand? We are mates, you are going to be lucky to get away from me at all, okay?”

“I understand.”

“Good,” He kisses the top of my head. “So is that a yes?”

“I need to talk to my roommate first. I’m 100% sure her boyfriend would take over my half of the rent but I also want to let her know that I didn’t die.”

“We don’t have to go today,” He almost whines.

“Soo,” I warn when his hand slides up my thigh, “If we don’t her and her boyfriend are going to go to all alpha and murder someone trying to find me.”

He sighs, “Fine.”

“Now the only probably is I need some clothes since mine aren’t even whole enough to be consider clothes anymore, not that they were much before.”

“Just wear mine.”

I shrug.

He goes back into his room while I finish my breakfast, I’m not surprised that his plate is already empty, freaking wolves. He returns five minutes later in another nice suit with a pair of sweatpants in his hand.

I groan at the sight of him, “Why do you get to look so hot while I look like a bum?”

“I have to stop at my office on our way back so the suit is required. Plus I love the idea of you wearing my clothes everywhere,” He hums coming to stand in front of me. His hands rest on the breakfast bar, locking me in place, “Tells everyone who you belong to.”

I have to bite my lip to keep myself from whimpering. I push him away with all of my strength, only getting him a foot or two away, “We don’t have tome to go another round right now.”

He straightens his suit and clears his throat awkwardly, a pink hue gracing his cheeks, “You are very right. We should get going.” He hands me the pants, allowing me to pull them on myself. His eyes scan the doorway and down the hall, “Where are your shoes?”

I scoff, “I didn’t have any. I was being dragged along barefoot.”

Without a word he scoops me up bridal style and carries me out of the apartment. We take same path as last night, down the hallway, down the elevator and into the, I’m assuming, private garage. He gently places me in the passenger’s side seat before closing the door and going to his own door, grumbling something under his breath.

“What was that sir?” I raise a brow at him as he begins driving.

“I’m damning myself to the lowest part of hell for being too angry to even realize that you didn’t have shoes on last night. I pulled you across that dirty club floor and parking lot, there could have been anything on that floor! Glass, needles, vomit, anything!”

I laugh, “You worry way too much.” I place a hand on his thigh, “Kyungsoo I’m fine. I can handle walking barefoot, it’s actually what I prefer, you know basically being a cat and all. Now lets for get about it and turn here!” I frantically point to the left, realizing he has no idea where I live. I feel like we’ve known each other forever, not that we just met last night. He turns and listens quietly as I babble on, giving him directions as needed. You can tell the moment we switch to the slum of Seoul. I sense his anxiety rising, noting his hands tight grip on the wheel but choose to ignore it. I know I live in a dangerous area for a small girl but it’s all my friend and I could afford so I didn’t have much of an option. When we pull up to my building Kyungsoo is fuming.

“You live here?” His distaste and concern is written all over his face.

I sigh, “Yes, I know it’s shitty but it’s all I can afford, now do you want to stay in the car or-“

“You don’t think I’m letting you go in there alone do you?”

“Of course not,” I roll my eyes, “It’s not like I haven’t been doing it for the last three years.” He climbs out faster than me and once again picks me up like a princess. He carries me up the three flights of stairs and down the dirty hall littered with trash, his nose scrunched up in disgust. It only gets worse when we reach my door and I stretch my hand out to knock only to get pulled away right away after. Kyungsoo snarls, his teeth bared, eyes fixed on the door, his arms around me tighten. “Whoa there boy what’s with the teeth?”

His eyes glow red, “There is another alpha inside. The whole place reeks of him.”

“It’s-” The door rips open revealing another snarling alpha, this one a bit more familiar. “Yongguk oppa!” The other alpha’s eyes scan the situation in front of him for a  moment before yet another alpha appears, this one smaller, “Hyorin!”

“Eunbi!” My friend yells happily, reaching for me only to be pulled away by her mate. “Ya!”

“Who the hell are you?” Yongguk snarls.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. Heel mutt,” Kyungsoo seethes back, his eyes glowing more intense. Two alphas seem to enter a trance automatically going down on one knee and tilt their heads to the side, bearing their necks.

“What in the world is going on?” I demand, slapping Kyungsoo’s chest lightly.

“It’s a trick you pick up as an older alpha, you can make younger or weaker wolves submit without fighting.”

“Well stop. This is my roommate, and best friend, Hyorin, and her mate Yongguk. They are both very nice people.”

He growls again, “His scent is all over this place.”

“Yea, it’s how we keep other alphas away, Yongguk is pretty strong, at least I thought he was, he has helped me out a lot so stop this.”

“Fine,” He grumbles, he stops growling allowing his eyes to go back to normal ad allowing my friends to snap out of their trance. Hyorin shakes herself out of it before glaring at Soo, she reaches for me but once again I’m pulled away. “No touching.”

“Soo,” I whine kicking my legs, “Let me down.”

“Bi, you going to explain who this strange wolf carrying you is?” She questions.

“Oh yea! Oppa, Hyorin, this is my mate Kyungsoo. We met last night at the club.”

Hyorin nods, “And also broke a bouncer’s hand.”

“Yea he did…”

Soo pouts, “It’s because he was going to take you away.”

“I know, don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

“So, mate?” Yongguk eyes the older man up.

“Does this mean you are going to move out?” My friend pouts.

“Yea, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Her mate smiles, “I can finally get her to move in with me and you both can get out of this dump.”

“Great, now that all of that is settled, grab your things so we can go,” Kyungsoo finally puts me down past the thresh hold.

“What’s the rush?” Hyo muses, wrapping an arm around me almost possessively. “I would like to get to know the man who swooped up my best friend. You are an old powerful alpha from what I can tell, who exactly are you?”

He doesn’t answer, just glowers at her.

“Do Kyungsoo,” I answer.

Her eyes go wide, both her and Yongguk take two large steps away from me. “Do Kyungsoo? As in the councilmen?”

“Yes?” I look at him confused, “How big of a deal is that for other wolves?”

“Bi! You aren’t speaking formally to him! What the hell?” She warns, full of panic.


“It’s a big deal to other wolves but please don’t worry about it,” He admits but shrugs it off. “Now please gather your things. Are you going to need help?”

“No, I don’t have much. You should come along anyway,” I hold my hand out to him, which he quickly takes. I lead him through the small apartment into my tiny bedroom which only has room for a twin sized bed and a dresser. I grab my only large duffle bag and begin cleaning out my drawers.

“How long have you know them?” He asks suddenly. I turn around to see him sitting on the edge of my bed, his eyes fixated on me like usual.

“Um, for about six years now. I met Hyorin in high school and she met Oppa right after we graduated.”

“You seem really close.”

I nod, “We were all we really had at the time.”

“What about your family?”

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, “My dad, who is a were, hooked up with my mom and ran away right after she found out she was pregnant with me. My mom took care of me until the whole thing with my ears happened. She didn’t want to be know as the woman with the freak child so she gave me up when I was about 5. After that I went to a home for were children and I just kind of took care of myself after that.”

He is right behind me in a second, his arms wrapping around me tightly, pulling me into a soothing hug, “I’m so sorry Kitten.”

I shrug, “I’m over it now.”

He kisses my shoulder a few times before licking the bite mark on my neck, “You will never have to deal with things like that again.”

“I know,” I turn around in his embrace and kiss his lovely lips softly, “Thank you.”


“Wow,” I whistle at the sight of the massive building across the plaza. “That’s yours?”

He nods proudly, “My office is on the top floor. Over there,” He points to another skyscraper on the left, “Is Kim Industries. They are our partners and pack members. Than over there on the right is Wu, our Chines pack members. Behind them is Park.”

“All of them are part of your pack?”

“Yes, the Wu’s have four sons, Park two, Kim also four, and that leaves Do with two also.”

“So the twelve men in the council are you and your friends?”

“Yes, now do you want to come in with me?” He offers but looking down at my outfit I grimace and shake my head. I changed at my place but my outfit probably doesn’t fit the requirements to go inside, even with the boss on my arm.

“Next time I’ll wear something more appropriate so you can show me off without me feeling like an idiot.”

He chuckles, “You look absolutely beautiful.” His eyes scan over my pale blue jean and ratty black t-shirt down to my black heels and looks at me with so much adoration I feel like I’m wearing a ball gown with a full face a makeup.

“Thanks Soo but I’m just going to wander around the plaza for a few minutes, stretch my legs and enjoy some fresh air before we get home and lock ourselves in again,” I smirk at how his breath hitches and his eyes flash red.

“I’ll be back as fast as possible,” We both get out of the car, he walks with me to the center of the plaza but I shoo him away to do his work. He is hesitant to go but after a few kisses and a kick to the butt I get him going. The minute he is gone I feel eyes on me. I am out of place in the business centric plaza but I ignore the looks and begin to take a small stroll around the area. My eyes scan over the tall building that belongs to one of his pack members, Kim, I believe, before wandering over to Wu and even glancing back at Park. I thought they would all be the same boring inside but each has their own style, ranging from modern to classic to edgy. I feel tempted to wander inside but from the dirty looks I’m getting from the receptionists through the glass I have a feeling I’m not welcomed. Staring up at the top of Soo’s building I wonder if he’s watching me now or if he’s focused on work. I don’t feel the tingling down my back like I usually do when he stares so I go with the latter. So distracted by my thoughts I don’t notice the man on his phone walking my way until we are slamming into each other.

“Sorry,” I mumble stepping away quickly, noting it’s another wolf and don’t want his scent anywhere near me.

“Bi?” A familiar voice muses.

I look up and automatically grimace at the sight of an old customer, “Hello Jay.”

“What are you doing here?” He grins wide at me, completely ignoring my obvious distaste for him. We ended our client dancer association after I found out he was mated to a pretty little wolf, actually I ended it after she came to the club bawling. The alpha didn’t seem phased by his mate’s tears, he makes me feel disgusted with myself for not seeing his asshole ways earlier.

“I’m waiting for my mate,” I answer sharply.

He sniffs me, “Do I smell a wolf on you?”

“Yes,” I grit out between my teeth when he takes a step closer. Forcing me back a few more. “He should be back soon so get out of here. We are no longer acquaintances.”

“I would say we were more than acquaintances.”

“No. You were my customer until I banned you from the club, now we are nothing. Got it? I have a mate.”

He rolls his eyes at me, “Cats don’t have mates, you know that. It’s a wolf thing. Who is this wolf you fucking? Is he good? I thought you wouldn’t do it with a wolf? Are you expanding your clientele? Could I get a little taste?” He winks at me, making me feel sick, “How much?”

I growl at him, “No. I have never had sex for money, we both know that. Remember all the times I turned your nasty ass down? I have a mate now so I will be finding a different job so mind your own god damn business and get on with your life.”

“You can’t talk to me like that you little-” He is cut off by a horrifying snarl from over my shoulder. An arm wraps around my shoulders, it’s a tall handsome man with sharp features, his teeth bared at the man who had been yelling at me. Jay gulps but tries to put on a brave face, “Back off man I’m talking to the bitch.”

Another man appears, this one just as tall with bags under his fierce eyes, “Watch your mouth mutt,” He snarls. His hand is on the back of Jay’s neck, squeezing until Jay yelps in pain and drops to his knees. “Apologize. Now.”

“Who the hell are you guys?” Jay whimpers. I realize more attractive men in suits have surrounded us, each looking absolutely pissed, eyes glowing red, fangs peeking out from their upper lips. Even with their deadly aura I feel completely safe under this man’s arm. Not as warm and safe as I feel with Soo but it’s similar. I notice one familiar face.

“Do you really need to ask?” The man holding on to me growls.

Jay studies them for a moment, his face pales, confirming my thoughts.

“You are the council,” We both mumble together.

“Yes. Now I’ll say it one more time before I rip your head off for attacking a council member’s mate. Apologize.”

Jay presses his forehead to the ground, crying loudly, apologizing just as loudly. I roll my eyes, what a bitch. I sigh and look up at the one hanging on me, “If I threaten him will you back me up?”

He chuckles, “Happily.”

I smirk as I crouch down closer to where Jay is bawling. Feeling brave I tap the back of his head, “Stop your bawling and look at me.” He slowly obeys, only peeking up at me, “I will forgive you on one condition.”

Jay nods eagerly.

“Stop being a piece of shit. IF I hear tat you cheated on your mate one more fucking time I will murder you. She did nothing to deserve your shit. I have known my mate for under 24 hours and it destroys me to think about doing that to him or him doing that to me. So get a fucking heart, okay?”

He nods.

“Good, now scram.”

Jay is on his feet rushing away faster than I ever thought possible, leaving me with the eleven men who came to my rescue. I bow to them deeply, “Thank you.”

The tallest chuckles, “Doesn’t really look like you needed us.”

I shrug, “It’s always good to have some muscle.”

“So you are our Kyungsoo’s mate,” Another tall one hums, this one has much softer, even child like features.

“Yes, you are his pack.”

“Yes, we are.”

“You must be head alpha,” I note, staring down the tallest.

“I’m Kris Wu,” He bows his head slightly. “How could you tell?”

“You have this thing about you, screams head alpha.”

“I take it you are a were cat,” Another speaks, this one looks young but carries himself like an older man, and by the way the others separate for him I’m going with much older.

“Tiger,” I point out, flashing my blue eyes.

“Those are interesting,” He muses coming closer to get a better look at my ears. I move them slightly making him jump back like a child. Three others come closer to stare at them as well.

“I’m Eunbi by the way,” I smile at them.


“I’m Chanyeol!”


“Jongdae,” One with a Cheshire like grin bows his head. I scan the other six who have yet to say a word.

“I already know you,” I smirk at the blond man slowly creeping up.

“There you go again,” He huffs.

“You are the only one who seems to have a problem with it.”

“What?” Baekhyun glances between us confused.

“See Baekhyun doesn’t even notice it.”

“That’s not an excuse!”

“Sehun what are you whining about now?” Kyungsoo finally appears. I beam at him and rush over into his open arms.

“Soo,” I playfully whine, casting a glare at Sehun, “Sehunnie is being mean.”

“I am not!”

“He is the youngest isn’t he?” I suddenly realize why it must be bugging him.

“How can you tell?” A pretty doe eyed man snorts.

“Is he always this childish?”

The man nods, before narrowing his eyes on me, not in a pissed way, more amused than anything, “Oh.”

“There you go,” I chuckle.

“What?” Baekhyun joins in on the whining.

“Come on Baekhyun, you can figure it out,” I stare at him for another moment before his jaw drops.


“Oh?” Sehun pouts. “She just gets an oh? No scolding or punishment? You guys would murder me if I did that!”

The others slowly catch on, Kris is chuckling at the realization, “How the hell did I not realize she was speaking informally?”

“How old are you?” Minseok questions with the same amusement.

“23,” Soo and I both respond.

“She is going to fit in well here,” Kris sighs.

“Fit in?” I look to Soo confused.

“As my mate, you are now part of our pack,” He kisses my temple.

“So that’s why all of you came rushing over, to help a pack member?”

Kris nods, “Since you are a mate the protectiveness we feel will be more intense until the rest of us find mates.”

“Wow none of you have mates? Aren’t you all really old?”

The pretty man chuckles, “You sure are something.”

Kyungsoo wraps his arms around me tight, “Yes, you sure are. You are all mine, little kitten.”

“Enough of that mushy stuff,” A tan man grimaces at us.

“Jongin is just mad he doesn’t have mate do that with,” A sweet man glares at the younger.

“You are too Yixing hyung.”

“Okay guys that’s enough,” Another calms the two, “I’m Suho, second in command, it’s nice to meet you.” The man tries to shake my hand but Soo pulling me away makes him roll his eyes. The other’s all come forward, greeting me with big smiles and attempts at hugs but stop when Kyungsoo begins kicking them away. I just chuckle as they cause a massive amount of chaos in the plaza, causing people to run away.

“As alpha of the pack,” Kris says gaining everyone’s attention, he smirks at me, “I’m happy to welcome you to the pack, Kitten,”

Originally posted by smileysoo

Pictures of You (Cole Sprouse)

Originally posted by paranoid-papi

Pairing: Cole Sprouse x Photographer!Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: You and Cole have been dating for a while and he’s head over heels just like you. He is constantly posting photos about you and just being all and all cute. During one of his interviews, when asked about you, he confesses that he’s missed you since you’ve been out working on your photography somewhere else.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is my first Cole Sprouse fic and it was requested by a cute anon who said, “Can you do a Cole Sprouse one shot where you’re a photographer and you two are dating and he’s always posting about you and you two are really cute and it’s all fluffy and people are always him about you in interviews and he’s all blushy 💛💛😩and your tom holland imagines are awesome lmao💛💛”

Masterlist Request a Prompt

“So, all I’ve seen on your Instagram are pictures of your girlfriend.” The host who was interviewing Cole stated, only to cause a blush to rise to Cole’s cheeks.

You smiled as you watched him on the television, knowing that the host’s statement was true.

“Well, I do post a lot about Y/n and I’ve been doing it even more lately because she’s been working on her photography in China. She actually just got a job with National Geographic.” Cole said proudly as the audience clapped. “Aw, thanks. I’ll tell her you all are proud.”

You laughed softly as your cheeks started to heat up at the fact that Cole was gushing about you on television.

“You two are so charming.” The host smiled. “How long have you two been together?”

“We’ve been together for two years.” Cole replied. “Our two year anniversary is today, actually.” An choir of awe came from the audience as Cole turned even more red. “Yeah, but she’s in China so we were going to do a skype date.”

“That’s so cute. But before we change the subject, everyone here at the studio has a bit of a surprise for you.”

That was your cue to go. You picked up a cardboard cutout of yourself and headed onto the stage, making sure to cover yourself so Cole couldn’t see you.

“Oh my god!” Cole laughed. “You guys must think I’m too lonely!”

“Well, we thought it’d be a great idea to bring Y/n for you so you wouldn’t feel so alone.” The host explained. “Why don’t you go ahead and take her from our intern?”

“Yeah, sure. Okay.” Cole replied, shaking his head as he rose from his seat. “I still can’t believe you got me this.”

His hands brushed yours as he took the cardboard cutout from you, only to drop it when he laid eyes on your smiling face.

“Y/n!” He cried, pulling you into a hug and lifting you into the air as you lost yourself in a fit of giggles.

“Well, hello to you too.” You smiled as he set you down and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“When- when did you get here?” Cole stammered as the crowd and host watched you two in silence.

“A few hours ago. I would’ve called, but that would’ve ruined the surprise.” You stated, taking Cole’s hand in yours before leading him back to the couch he was previously sitting on.

“Thank you so much for coming, Y/N.” The host said.

“Thank you for having me.”

“So, two years. That is a long time to date so young.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel all that long. I mean, we started dating right when I was finishing up college and now here we are, both with amazing jobs and still together.”

“That’s just amazing. Most couples your age don’t stay together very long. I mean, when I was in my twenties I had a new boyfriend every other week.”

You chuckled along with the audience and Cole. “Well, we always joke that we act like an older couple because of how we get along and how things just fall into place at home. But, lately it’s been hard to be so far away.”

“The only thing you didn’t tell her was that every time I start to see you on Skype, no matter how far you are, I know- I know that I’m in love with you.” Cole said, placing a hand on yours with a smile.

“Yes, even though I’m far away, we both know I’ll always stay right alongside you.” You replied, putting your hand on his.

“Now, I’d like to play a little game with you two. If you look in front of you on the table, there’s two whiteboards and markers.” the host explained. “We are going to play the newlywed game.”

“Awesome.” You smiled as you retrieved your marker and board.

“Alright, first question. What is Cole’s favorite food? You guys will show your boards on the count of three.”

You wrote down your answer and looked at Cole with a smile. “This question is easy.”

“Okay. Count of three. One, two, three.”

You and Cole showed your boards and laughed as you got the same answer.

“Okay! Good job! Next question, what is Y/N’s favorite thing to photograph?”

You smiled and wrote down your answer as Cole tried to look over your shoulder, causing you to move and hide your board.

“One, two, three!”

You shook your head with a chuckle as you looked at Cole’s board, an answer very different from your answer of nature.

“What?!” Cole exclaimed between chuckles. “You take so many pictures of me! How can I not say me?”

“You were so off, baby.”

“Okay, so Cole is obviously a little vain.” The host joked. “Let’s move on to the next question. Cole loves to bake, what is his specialty?”

“Cake.” You stated, a little cake drawn in the corner of your board as Cole nudged you.

“Man, you really know Cole, but obviously he needs to work on his facts.”

“It’s not my fault she has so many pictures of me!”

“Okay, okay, new question. Who is Y/N’s favorite artist? Hint; the artist is not a photographer.”

“Frida Kahlo.” You both said in unison, showing your boards on the count.

“Alright, Cole’s catching up. We have time for two more questions.” The host smiled. “First question, what is the one chick flick Cole secretly loves?”

“The Notebook. A classic.” You stated before he could say anything when the count was called. “We watched it together on our fourth date cause I asked him to watch it with me and he cried before confessing he’d seen it before a few times even though he said he never had.”

The host laughed. “That’s phenomenal. Alright, the last and final question; what has Y/N been dying to ask Cole?”

“Oh, god. I have no idea. I’m not even going to write something down.” Cole stated.

“No, write something.” You told him with a smile.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Show the boards on the count of three. One, two, three!”

On Cole’s board was a drawing of you and him with flowers surrounding you and on yours it said, “Will you marry me?” with a ring drawn on it.

“Do you mean that?” Cole asked, his jaw hanging low in shock.

“Yes! Of course! I know it’s not a normal proposal, but when have we ever been normal?”

“Let’s get married! Oh my god, baby, let’s get married.” Cole exclaimed, pulling you towards him before locking lips with you and the audience went wild.

All that waiting and all those pictures he posted of you to get to that point seemed like nothing to Cole in that moment. 

anonymous asked:

hi !!! so abt ur au w/ kent parson as kate parson, u tagged it as rule 63 and like idk if u kno this but stuff like rule 63 is pretty transphobic ?? because like it assumes to be a girl u have to have a set thing of qualities and vice-versa !!! i love ur art and i wasnt sure if u knew this or not


I will answer you because you asked nicely, despite still being on anon. This is the picture you mean: 

Reasons I drew Kate Parson- 

It’s part of a bigger AU I want to write, where Jack only had relationships with girls all his life, and discovers he might not be straight when he starts being attracted to Bitty. So- girl Kent Parson (note that I didn’t say trans or cis, because those are characteristics, both are girls). In this story, I guess Kate Parson is cisgender- because there is a very precise exploration I want to make: how is the best hockey player going to react if they’re not treated like the men, how will her relationship with Jack change, how will their on and off affair work for the media, how will their competitive side change, etc etc. Hence, I wanted to draw this character, so I drew her.

Is it transphobic to change a male character to a female character-

Note that I didn’t say either trans or cis, again, because those are adjectives. Unless otherwise stated, any character can be cis, trans or non-binary. I know there is a problem with representation for transgender people, and there really should be more trans characters everywhere. 

But this is not what I was aiming to do with this picture (or the others I drew of the crew). I wanted to take a character who’s a cis male, and put them inside my reality- which is cis female - with all its limitations and realities. If I wanted to make them a trans character, the story would have shifted, because the problems and realities trans people face are not the same. It would be a good story to tell, but it was not the story I wanted to tell at this point. 

(If you want to see my trans Bitty headcanon, or the trans Jack one.)

So, in taking a character from a story I love, and making them closer to my reality, there was nothing against trans people, they’re just not mentioned, because that precise story is not about that. I wanted to tell a story about the things I know. I know what growing up a cis girl is.

(I know we’re talking about a picture, but a picture hints at a story, and this one hints at a bigger universe, one I haven’t had the time to write yet.)

Why tag it rule 63, etc

Tags are essential for communication, and an essential tool for tumblr. I know the origin of Rule 63 (from the Rules of the Internet) and that it means to “switch” the gender of a character. This definition, written a decade ago from people who didn’t have the vocabulary or even the knowledge we have about gender today, is, of course, incomplete. There are more than two genders, there is more than cisgender people.

But even if this definition is lacking, it is a term widely known and used, and something that people can look for, or block. 

I know that cis-swap is also used, but again, I don’t want to stop people from imagining characters as trans unless it’s explicit in the story.

I heard that spectrum-slide was also a thing, but I haven’t seen it used, and if it’s not used, tagging it like that will not help much the people who want to block it.

Things are grey

We’ve been communicating more than ever, and this is an excellent thing. People found like-minded people all over the globe, made connections, found words to describe themselves, which is, in my opinion, one of the best things that ever happened to the human race. We’ve been realising these last decades that people need protection, and that some habits ingrained in the world were hurtful.

But there is a counterpoint to that, and it’s the fact that, sometimes, when you fight for an ideology, you forget the human side. You start thinking in black and white, and forget that nothing is ever that simple. Everything is grey, everything is color, and by saying things like “your picture is transphobic” when it has nothing to do with trans people- neither in good or bad, just, nothing, is forgetting that there is intent behind art, and sometimes that intent is miles away from what you think it is. 

So, is my picture transphobic? After reading the intent behind it? After knowing that I thought long about it, after knowing that I’m fully aware of the trials and tribulations of the trans community because most of my social circle is composed of trans, non-binary and genderqueer people and I keep myself updated about their reality? 

I mean, I’ve been called transphobic for drawing a character that was inspired by one of my best friends mid-transition. I’ve been called homophobic for head-canoning a character as bisexual. I’ve been called racist because I didn’t draw a certain character during a certain week of the year. I know what to expect from the internet, at this point. 

But in the end, I know what I am, I know I do my best, and mostly, my soul is okay with the things I create, and if people read them in some other way, well, too bad. 

(Note that I will not answer messages over here and in my inbox because I know those discussions can turn. I just wanted to make a point, and maybe offer words to people who were looking for them. This is added to my other policy to never answer mean anon mail.)

I See You

Requested by Anonymous 69: “Just pretend to be my date.”


A massive party is put on at the Night Court every year for the winter solstice. They celebrate the longest night of the year with a party from sunset to sunrise. Everyone has endless fun as the shadows swirl and darken throughout the event. Being their High Lady’s birthday just adds to the celebration, causing an extravaganza of the largest proportions all over Velaris.

Azriel convinces himself that the only reason he came tonight was for security reasons; to protect his High Lady and the Inner Circle. It is most certainly not so he can make sure that no one tries to take advantage of any of the Archeron sisters, namely Elain, though that is just a plus.

The Illyrian also revels with the shadows, but these are of his own summoning, not just the absence of the sun, and he finds himself separate from the main event, as usual. Mor tries multiple times to get him to come dance, to take a drink, to loosen up, but Azriel refuses. He knows, and his shadows reassure him, that he wouldn’t fit in that crowd even if he tried.

Around one in the morning, during deep night, a small form joins him in the opening of the alley where he has stationed himself. He glances over and almost reels back in surprise to see the middle Archeron sister standing silently beside him, watching the dancers with quiet dismay.

They don’t speak for many minutes until Elain’s soft voice finally sounds, seeming to be talking more to herself than to him. “I almost didn’t see you over here, with all those shadows circling you. Practically blending into the darkness tonight, I see.”

Azriel’s shadows tighten around his form, as if claiming that, yes, that is their purpose.

“I don’t know why but the visions get louder and more frequent when I’m around a large group of people. It could be to compensate for the enormous amounts of energy they produce, or as a place holder for the absence of them interacting with me, to distract me with something other than the loneliness.” Azriel is surprised by her candor on such a subject, as she’s been incredibly reserved the last few weeks.

Elain still hasn’t glanced at him and he’s not sure if she means to be saying any of these things out loud. “I hope you don’t mind me standing here, as I just don’t feel like I belong in such a crowd as this, especially with all the happy emotions tonight. I figured I could either stand by myself in that alcove over there, or come be lonely with you.” She finally turned her head to look at him. “Why can’t we just have fun?”

Azriel shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve never felt truly excepted by my peers, other than the Inner Circle,” He confesses. “Whether from the fact I’m a bastard, or a shadow-singer, or an Illyrian, people seem to always be wary around me. I’m ok being myself around my true friends, but showing the real me around large groups of people is too much pressure, too much expectation. I suppose loneliness by choice is preferable to loneliness by rejection.”

They are silent for a while longer as Elain digests his statement. Azriel can feel the eyes of his friends watching him and Elain, judging and contemplating if they should intervene. He knows they won’t.

Suddenly, Elain finds the right words to voice her own opinion. “My mind is so busy, constantly. I find I’m easily distracted and my emotions are constantly in flux. I have a hard time holding a conversation, much less eye contact. I think that because of this, combined with the fact that I was once human, people have a hard time approaching me, and I have less opportunity to make friends.”

“I think the fact that Nesta scares the shit out of everyone contributes to that.” Azriel agrees, causing Elain to laugh. The shadows that were encasing his body relax a bit at the joyous sound.

Elain sighs. “Look at us, social outcasts in every sense of the word.”

“Look at you, I’m not sure anyone can see me anymore.” Azriel retorts tightly, suddenly a bit resentful towards his shadows that refuse to disappear.

Her eyes search the side of his head as he won’t meet her gaze. She grasps his elbow, prying his arms apart, and takes his large, scarred hand in her own small and delicate one. A squeeze forces him to finally look at her, seeing the deep and sincere feeling stirring there. “I see you, Azriel.”

The shadows around his entire arm retreat and Elain smiles, Azriel grins back. Without warning, her eyes recede and he knows she is no longer in the present, but the future or past or wherever in the universe it is that her visions take her. Az immediately goes on edge, taking her other hand and squeezing them both tightly. “Elain, come back to me.” Her eyes water just a bit and then she blinks, focusing on him again. Azriel smiles. “There you are.” He squeezes her hands again once.

“Thanks,” She says, allowing him to release his hold and they both turn back to watch the party continue. It takes a few minutes for Elain to build up the courage and turn to him. “Why don’t we just go dance together.”

Azriel raises an eyebrow questioningly.

“Just pretend to be my date or something, let’s dance and be social outcasts together.” She insists.

To everyone discreetly watching and Elain’s endless surprise, the Illyrian simply tilts one side of his mouth up in a small smile, takes one of her hands in his own again, and nods. “Why not?”

So the Seer and the Shadow-Singer dance through the rest of the Winter Solstice celebration, twirling, twisting, and swaying. They are awkward and graceful at the same time, completely not caring about the rest of the world. His shadows disappear even as the sun rises and her eyes remain hers as long as they are locked with his.

For the first time in a long time, Azriel thinks he’s found someone who understands how he feels. He laughs at the fact that someone can finally see him.

Send me a number and a ship!


purely-nocturnal  asked:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NOAH!!! I re-read ghost lights because I'm in love with your comic so so much and I saw on the character sheet that it said May 17! But you're so creative & such a huge inspiration to me, gosh I can't even express how much I love and appreciate you & your work ;~; Keep doing what you love, ALL of your art's phenomenal!! Thank you for everything you do, have a lovely rest of your week! & sorry if it isn't his b-day but I really mean the other things from the bottom of my heart ❤

you’re… YOU’RE SO SWEET !! here is the birthday boy, being happy af that you wished him a happy birthday

also i can’t really express how much i’M FEELING while reading all of this, so please read my tweets about how much i love u

Fake Dating & Stealing Cookies

Jace Wayland/Herondale imagine

Summary: Jace and you never got along well. When there’s a new mission, they need the two of you to pretend to be dating, and move into an apartment together. Now you only need to try not to kill each other. Followed by ‘The Date & The Confession’.

A/N: I saw Dom’s scene in Modern Family, which was amazing, and I just had to write something for Jace. Also, this is probably a long shot, but I’m going to Amsterdam next weekend. I’ve only been there once, just for one day, and I didn’t really do anything besides shopping to be honest, so if anyone knows something to do, feel free to let me know. From sightseeing to shops, to places to eat/drink something, anything is welcome. Thank you, and I hope you’ll like this :)

Prompts: “Is that supposed to cheer me up?” – “I would rather be violently stabbed to death.” – “Can you stop distracting me?”


“I’m sorry, you want us to do what?” You asked Alec, raising your eyebrows. Looking sideways towards Jace, you could tell he wasn’t a big fan of the plan either.

“Well, I’m sorry, but you are the only two available for this mission.” he explained why you two were the lucky chosen ones.

“Why can’t you and Izzy do it?” Jace asked him.

“Izzy is my sister.” Jace just raised one of his eyebrows at him, not getting why that was a problem.

“I’m not pretending to date my sister, Jace.” he argued. “Where you even listening when I told you what you were supposed to do?”

“I was listening to some parts of it.”

Alec let out a sigh.

“He wants us to pretend to be a couple in order to keep tabs on some dodgy Downworlders who will be our neighbors.” you said in a bored tone.

“What she said.” Alec looked at Jace, nodding towards you.

“Come on, Y/N, it can’t be that bad.” Izzy said when she saw the expression on your face. She had come to your room as soon as she had heard you would be leaving the next day for a mission, figuring you didn’t like it at all.

“You don’t have to spend who knows how long with the guy in a tiny apartment, pretending to be dating. I’m pretty sure he hates me, Iz.” You pouted a bit as you let out a sigh. You and Jace were known for not getting along that well.

“He doesn’t hate you.” she reassured you. “He just isn’t used to being beaten in close combat training.” She smiled.

You raised your eyebrows in doubt. “Still, this is not going to be a fun mission.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I made you some cookies.” She smiled as she offered you a box filled with her home made cookies.

You eyed the box. “Is that supposed to cheer me up?”

Izzy’s mouth opened in protest, slightly offended no one thought she could cook. “My cooking is not that bad!”

“No, you’re right.” you said as you opened the box of cookies, sniffing the smell of slightly burned cookies, and something else that definitely wasn’t supposed to be in there. “If I really do get tired of Jace, I could always poison him with your cookies.” You smiled smugly.

She narrowed her eyes at you, but managed to still smile, grabbing a pillow from your comforter next to her. “Shut up.” She threw the pillow at you, making you actually laugh.

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As a new era starts, we’ll never forget Doctor-Clara

Later today, a new era begins. Of course, the Doctor-Clara era technically ended some 16 months ago on TV, about a year ago in other media like comics and audio books, and we’ve already had two post-Clara specials since she left in her TARDIS in “Hell Bent”, but, as we enter into the Bill Potts and Nardole era (which I’ve seen referred to on Twitter as “Life After Clara” 😢 ), this is one of my last opportunities to post an appreciation of this remarkable, and I think we’re going to have to start calling it underrated, pairing before this new era begins.

Right now, we do not know if we’ll ever see these two together on screen again before Peter moves on. It should happen. It may happen. Or it may not happen. There are just as many reasons why it might not happen as it may happen. Some are creative - Jenna herself has said she doesn’t want to pick away at Clara’s finale and Steven Moffat may not be able to come up with a suitable return scenario; some may be logistical - Jenna also may simply not be available due to her Victoria commitments (timing, her contract may not allow it, etc).

But even if it doesn’t happen, we will still have had close to 40 amazing episodes of the Doctor and Clara (including minisodes). Were they all perfect? Of course not. I feel Twelve and Clara were separated far too much in Series 9 and I think the powers that be did make a few mistakes. I am of two minds with regards to Danny, for instance. On the one hand I think it was a mistake attempting to break up the Doctor and Clara in this way; on the other hand - Danny was a catalyst for two of the season’s most remarkable episodes, “Listen” and “Dark Water,” and was indirectly responsible for Whouffaldi shooting into high gear at the end of “Mummy on the Orient Express.”

There were also moments that I felt at times the powers that be displayed a bit of a tin ear to what the fans wanted - and despite the attempts to rewrite history by the media and some fan critics, a lot of people were pulling for them - such as building up Clara and Eleven into a full-fledged romance and then seemingly falling victim to ageism attitudes and taking that away with Twelve. Remembering that at this point as far as everyone was concerned River’s story was done, with Eleven even agreeing to River being described as his ex in “The Name of the Doctor” - the show all but had Clara on the fast track to become for all intents and purposes the Doctor’s next wife. (Watch the “She Said He Said” prequel and listen to what Eleven says about Clara.) It took them to Series 9 to start building that back up again, just in time for Clara to leave. In his interview with Wil Wheaton, Capaldi said depicting the romance this way was “more fun”. Perhaps, but it was “more frustrating,” too, remembering that once Danny was out of the way there were only six episodes, out of the 13 including Last Christmas, in which the Doctor and Clara were actually together for a substantial length of time: Last Christmas, Under the Lake, The Girl Who Died, Sleep No More, Face the Raven and Hell Bent (even if that wasn’t Bonnie in the Zygon story, the two would have only been on screen together for about 5 minutes out of the 90 not counting the speech). The rest of the time they were split up.

But that’s yesterday. Today, we look back on things like the Hammer pastiche “The Crimson Horror,” the modern-day remake of “The War Machines” that was “The Bells of Saint John,” the uber-romantic holiday specials “The Snowmen” and “Last Christmas,” “Listen,” “Mummy on the Orient Express” - which even had skeptics saying “Get a room, you two!” - “Dark Water’s” amazing volcano scene, “The Caretaker” and “Robot of Sherwood” showing the Doctor in full green-eyed monster mode, the Second Doctor throwback “Under the Lake”/”Before the Flood” (except Zoe never challenged the Doctor to prove his love for her by changing history), Jenna’s BAFTA-worthy villain turn in the Zygon storyline, and of course the Raven Trilogy which needs no further introduction.

And I could write forever on the towering chemistry between Peter Capaldi and Jenna Coleman, and between Matt Smith and Jenna Coleman. This wouldn’t have worked if Steven Moffat and his team hadn’t chosen perfectly when they cast Clara, who clicked so well with Matt that I remember the rumours back in 2013 that they were dating, and they later found in Peter an actor who managed to match and exceed the chemistry shown between Matt and Jenna, to the point where if you didn’t know he was married, they could easily have been mistaken for a real-life couple.

So in some respects for me this is a “final” goodbye to Whouffaldi, Whouffle, and any of the other shipping names associated with these two, and to Doctor x Clara in general - the best pairing this show has seen since Tom Baker and Lis Sladen were in the TARDIS, but only because as of tonight it becomes the Doctor and Bill (and Nardole) show. Which is as it has to be as this is Doctor Who, where even the lead actor is only around for a few years. But of course it won’t be the end. Just as Steven Moffat couldn’t let River Song rest in peace (with the repeated references to her sounding more and more forced as we go along), I have no intention of letting Doctor/Clara fade away. Even as I watch and hopefully enjoy the Bill Potts era, I still hope to find more things to write about here on Tumblr about Twelve and Clara, and I have no less than a dozen Whouffaldi fanfic stories in some form of progress for eventual uploading to AO3. And I know the fan artists, the gifset makers, and others will continue to find new ways to commemorate this pairing. Whouffle/Whouffaldi is going nowhere.

And who knows, maybe sometime in the next 12 weeks - or 8 months from now as the Christmas special approaches - we’ll be pleasantly surprised. I mean, after all, John Simm, a well-known actor, apparently managed to film his return as the Master without anyone knowing about it, right? 

anonymous asked:

Hey, I find all of your scenarios super cute, could you make one of these list thingy for Jackson having a crush on you? (the barely-know-each-others kind of crush, not the bestfriends-for-years one haha) Thank you and don't melt too much while writing hehe ♡

all I could think about while writing this would be how dorky he would act and I did melt a little ngl

  • the first time he saw you working at the convenience store by the dorms he’d immediately wanted to get to know you
  • you looked so cute stocking the shelves
  • you were so focused and aaahhh he thought that was the cutest thing ever
  • so he started going there after practice to flirt with you
  • Jackson would think he was being all cool and suave
  • ha jokes on him he’s not
  • “fancy seeing you here”
  • and you’re like “oh uh I guess I mean I work here so…”
  • dragging the other members to the store so that it doesn’t look like he’s just there to check you out
  • which he totally is
  • he’s gotten like three things from the store ever he just comes in to flirt with you
  • sometimes he helps you stock the shelf just so he can talk to you
  • he asks you a lot of questions about yourself and then remembers everything you tell him
  • he’s like “so how did that roommate situation go down?” and it’s like how did he remember that you mentioned that weeks ago
  • you think he’s funny but you’re not going to tell him that
  • though… you do like to tease him
  • like you told him what your favorite color was one day and he remembered and bought a shirt that color and when you called him out on it he totally denied it
  • “this is my favorite color too Y/N! we just have so much in common it’s crazy… it’s like… a sign or something”
  • the store manager offered him a job once
  • when Jackson does finally ask you on a date you’re not at all surprised and he’s so happy when you say yes that he knocks over an entire display
Kept going ‘til I saw your heart bleeding // Conor Maynard Imagine

Summary: You want to help Conor, but he gets angry and says the wrong things.

A/n: Based on the lines “I kept going ‘till I saw your heart bleeding. Ruining the only thing I ever believed” from Conors song “This is my version”. It’s not very original, I know. Tbh, it turned out completely different than what I was aiming for. Apparently, I’m no good at writing arguments. But I hope you like it! Xoxo


Originally posted by conormaynardaf

“He’s going bad again”, Jacks text read. Conor was your boyfriend for 7 months already. What not many people knew, was that he was struggling with a depression.

Conor put so much pressure on himself, that he eventually broke. He could only see the bad things. But then you came along and his life got purpose again. he smiled more, he ate more, his songwriting got better, …

But he still had some fallbacks. And today was one of those days.

You had just gotten back from grocery shopping as you walked in your apartment. You saw both the Maynards lying on the sofa playing Fifa. “Hey boys”, you called.

Jack turned around and waved as opposed to Conor who just grunted. “Jack, you staying over for dinner?”. “Nah, I think I’m going out with Josh”, he replied. “Speaking of Josh, I’m supposed to go get him from the train station. So I got to go. See ya!”, he said whilst taking his stuff and walking out.

You took a seat next to your boyfriend. He didn’t move or speak so you asked:” How was it in the studio babe?”. “Amazing. I don’t think I’ve written 10 words today”, he sighed. “Ah babe, that’s alright. everyone has a bad day sometimes. Just remember that something is always better than nothing”.

“Are you kidding me?!”, Conor yelled. “You honestly have no right of speaking. You don’t know what I’m going through. You don’t understand it so could you just shut up”. You were shocked. He never yelled at you. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to help, to make you feel better”.

“Y/N! Shut up! I don’t want to hear you. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t even want to see you and I sure as hell don’t want your help!”, he yelled whilst standing up. “Conor you’re just having a bad day. You don’t need to work it out on me”.

“Are you really that stupid?! I just told you I don’t want you. Just leave already!”.

“Fine. If you want to act like this, fine. I’ve done nothing but help you. But I’m done with being treated like this. You’re depressed and I don’t know what you’re feeling or what’s going on in your mind, but I’ve tried. I’ve tried to help you. I’ve done everything I can, but if you don’t want help, that’s on you. I’m done. If you ever get your shit back together again, you can call me. Otherwise I’ll just live my life without you”. By the end tears were streaming down your face.

You watched Conors face closely, but all you could see was confusion. “Y/N, what do you want from me?”, your boyfriend asked. “I… Uhm I don’t know Conor. I just know that it would be nice to get some respect sometimes. I’ve given up everything for you, you know”.

“Well I never asked you to do that. I never asked any of this. All I wanted was a good night. You were the one who wanted more. If it was up to me we wouldn’t be together right now. If it was up to me I’d still be with Victoria”.

And that’s where your heart broke. You felt your whole body go numb. The only thing you could do was run out.

Everything was a lie. Your whole relationship was fake. You didn’t know where to go, so you just kept walking. Eventually, you found yourself in front of Jacks door. He wasn’t home of course, but you had nowhere else to go so you just sat down and waited.

I must’ve fallen asleep because next thing I knew, Jack was carrying me inside. “Y/N, what’s going on?”, the younger Maynard asked. And you explained everything that had happened.

During your explanation, you started crying again and Jack wept your tears. “Oh babe. He doesn’t mean it. He’s just broken, you know. He wants to do everything for everyone, he wants to make everyone happen, but that’s impossible. Right now, what he needs is for you to be by his side and support him”.

“I’m sorry Jack, but I can’t just do that. Not after what he said. He might be broken, but that doesn’t give him the right to break me too”, you cried.

“Alright Y/N, let’s make a deal. I know you’re stubborn and so is he, so if I make you talk tomorrow, you’ll just hurt each other more. So you can sleep here for the next week if you go talk to him on Friday, okay?”. You sighed. Talking to Conor was pretty much the last thing that was on your mind. “Okay, okay deal”.

Later that night you got a text. “I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean any of it. I was just having a hard time at the studio and then I saw her and I got reminded of all the pain and I just lost it. I love you Y/N. Please talk to me. I can’t lose you. You are my everything”.

The following days were a nightmare. You didn’t have the energy to do anything. All you did was sleep, think and watch Conors youtube videos. Jack felt horrible too. He had to see two of the most important people in his life break down. Because that was what was happening.

Until Friday came along.

You had just woken up and went downstairs to get breakfast. And that’s when you saw him. Conor.

You stopped dead in your tracks. He stood up as soon as he saw you. “Now that you’re both here, TALK. I can’t stand you two arguing so just I don’t know make up and make out or something”, Jack exclaimed.

“Y/N”, Conor stepped forward,” I don’t really know what to say. Nothing can really make up for what I did”. “Well at least you know that”, you kind of laughed. He looked up confused. “Why are you laughing? You’re supposed to be hating me”.

“Oh believe me, I did. But I also realized that I love you. I love you too much to let a stupid argument ruin that”. “But I was an absolute bumhole. How can you forgive me so fast?”. “You complaining?”. Conor laughed. “No, not at all. I just don’t really get it.”.

“Listen, Conor, I overreacted. I should have left you alone when you asked me to. You didn’t have to be the bumhole that you were, but I understand. You went through a very rough time after her and I respect that. But you need to learn to talk to me. You can’t just keep shutting me out. That’s not how a relationship works”.

“I know, love. I know. And I’m trying but sometimes it’s just easier to not care about anything and to go back to the dark side. But I promise you that I will try harder. I will do anything for you. Because you do mean the world to me”.

When he said those words, you closed the space between you. Your lips found each other and things were getting more and more heated. That was until Jack decided to walk back in.

“Wow, wow, wow you guys. I know I said make up and make out but I didn’t mean like literally making out on my sofa. That’s just gross. But I am happy that you’re back together”.

And so were you, because you couldn’t even imagine life without the love of your life.