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All of You - Part 2 (Dad, This is Daryl) | (Part 1) | (Part 3) (Part 4)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Summary: As requested, here is part 2. Post-Negan era smut piece. The reader (Negan’s Daughter) convinces Negan to allow Daryl to be her bodyguard while he is away in Alexandria for a few days. Smut and romance ensue. When Negan returns, he finds out that they are sleeping together and loses his shit.

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You awoke the morning after your close encounter with Daryl, you awoke feeling wonderfully satisfied, yet hungry for more of him. You could taste his lips on yours and your hands roamed your body, in bed, wishing they were his. You felt them wander lower and lower down your stomach and grip your hips roughly, moving over to touch yourself, thinking of how fucking good he was to you last night.

There was a sudden pounding on your door and you grunted.

“What?!” You scream out, frustrated.

“Y/N. I gotta talk to you, wake the fuck up and open the door!” Negan yelled from behind the wooden door.

You grumpily threw the blankets off you and walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it harshly.

“What?? Can’t a girl get any fucking sleep around here?” You cried out, disgruntled.

“Shit, Y/N. It the fucking apocalypse, no one gets any fucking sleep.” He said playfully and sauntered into your room, making himself completely at home.

He wandered over to a small two person table you had set up in the big space, next to a big window that overlooked the gates of The Sanctuary, and beyond it sweet heavenly freedom. Your father sat down on one of the chairs and gestured for you to do the same. You plop back down onto your bed and stare at him from across the room, awaiting whatever the hell it was that was so damn important.

“I have to go to Alexandria for a few days…. Don’t know how long I will be gone. You gonna be okay here for a little while without me?” He asked with a hint of both concern and sarcasm.

I scoffed at him and smirked. “Yeah, I’m sure I can handle it, dad.”

“If any of those fuckers give you a hard time….” Negan says with a low voice and reaches for something tucked behind his back.

You see him pull out a small automatic handgun, pointing it sideways at you, nodding, and setting it on the table beside him.

Your father had been a big believer in self-protection for his little girl, even before the world went to shit. He took her to martial arts training as a child, self-defense classes, and eventually the shooting range. There was no doubt that Y/N could handle herself in combat if she had to. But Negan was also aware that here she was highly outnumbered and he wanted her to be safe.

Suddenly, Y/N got an idea, a way to use this concern to her advantage. She changed her demeanor and put a slightly worried look on her voice, nodding solemnly to her father.

“Actually Dad, I know how worried you get, me all alone with all those pigs who could easily overpower me.” You lean forward and put your face in your hands, rubbing the sides of your face.

You look up at him with curiosity, “Do you think, there would be anyway you could get me a bodyguard? Someone to make sure no one bothers me while you are gone? … I know I talk a tough game, but sometimes I do get a little nervous.”

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IBS IS NOT A JOKE.

This is what happened when I ate some bread. I normally have a fairly flat stomach and even some baby abs and now I’m lying in bed feeling unreasonably uncomfortable. IBS is really tough to deal with, you have to double check everything. I was conscious of the fact I was eating bread today but even though I’ve suffered with IBS for nearly a year now, I wasn’t expecting it to be this bad! I have to check and double check and triple check labels and when I eat out, if I order something with gluten free bread I’m always so frightened the cooks forgot and have given me normal. Ordering hot drinks is the worst and I apologise to all the baristas who have had to deal with me asking 5 times “are you sure it’s soya milk?”

IBS is an awkward topic but just because we sometimes sweep it under the carpet doesn’t make it any less real, and definitely not any less of a struggle. So to all my fellow sufferers out there, I feel you. We can handle this.

prompt: @overlordred: Hi! I’m pretty new to your blog but I’m just in a rapture over it and have reread a lot of your guy’s stuff. Do you think for your MOWP you could do a one shot with a plus size reader and Sebby where they’re in the same circle of friends and they like each other but when Seb asks her out she has a REALLY hard time believing it?? I understand if you don’t wanna do it or it takes you a while to get to it. Thank you so much for this amazing project!!

warnings: just sad, overall. Might have a part two, not sure.

author’s note: Having a bad night, saw this and thought I would tackle it. Anxiety sucks. A Lot. 

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Finally getting this part out. It shouldn’t have taken as long as it did but my mental health took a turn for the worse recently as a result of uni work. Thankfully, I finished uni for the year yesterday. I’ve got a lot more time now so these updates should be a bit more frequent now. In the meantime, enjoy, my darlings!

I love it!❤ The whole idea is amazing. Loki and fairytales elements is definitely something I need in my life!😂

I love how Loki is such a dick still lmao

‘The Tower’ (Part 4)

Part 3

By the time you reached the top of the stairs, your calves were screaming in agony. Though the tower had indeed looked tall from the outside, it hadn’t looked that tall. The mysterious owner of the tower had long since left you behind and you weren’t entirely sure whether you were permitted to find sanctuary alone or whether you should seek permission first.

Your manners dictated that you pursue the second course of action.

That last few steps had been negotiated on your hands and knees, the weight of your wounds all but crippling you. Thankfully, the cool floor kept your muscles from failing entirely, and it welcomed you once more at the summit as you lay on your back; panting and slightly shaking, but still alive.

Eventually, after having caught your breath, you sat up and examined your surroundings. Straight ahead was a crystalline door that held a pattern akin to a clear stained-glass window. Though blurry, it was otherwise transparent and you could see the mysterious man within, sat down on something.

Using the handle of the frosty door, you pulled yourself up and limped further inside. The sight before you was exquisite.

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AHS Imagine - Meeting Kit.

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“We don’t allow visitations” 

the firm yet blunt response alluded that there was no way to get yourself out of this situation. For weeks you had been trying to get into the facility to visit your mother, but every time you tried, the answer was predictable.

“Y/N, I admire your determination, but no one is allowed to enter…especially little girls” Sister Jude was always known to be abrupt and egocentric which made you believe that the devil himself was standing in front of you.

You sighed; your mother shouldn’t even be in the facility, which frustrated you more as to why you couldn’t see her

“Can you at least give her this?” You motioned to the small blue box you held in your hand,

“May I ask what it is?” Sister Jude flashed a repulsive grin at you; you’ve bumped heads far too much with her to know her grins were perverse.

That box meant far too much to you to hand it to someone like her; she would crawl from hell to high waters just to keep her “hospital” out of suspect. From the second you turned 18; you went to the asylum every so often in hopes of getting in…but with Sister Jude, the chances of that were near to impossible.

“It’s a letter, and her favorite bracelet” you replied, hesitantly handing it to her,

“Please?”

Sister Jude took a deep sigh,

“It’s against the rules… I don’t know why I’m even considering it”

For the first time in years a real smile showed on your face,

“You don’t know how much this means to me Sister, thank you” You whispered, wiping the tears that unnoticeably left your eyes and shook her hand.

“Not a problem, now off you go!”  Sister Jude shooed you off,

“Wait, one more thing!”

“What now child?” Sister Jude eyed you,

“Tell her I love her” another smile curved on your lips, thinking about your mother’s reaction when she hears that. Frankly you’ve forgotten what she looks like, it’s been years since she first got admitted, but her smile is the one thing you would never forget.

“Very well” Sister Jude sighed again and turned away.

“Off you go” She repeated,

You turned on your heel letting out of your relief all in one sigh. As you turned the corner the exit was only meters away. The only thing you wanted to do more than leave was to go back and ask if your mother received your gift.

“Come here!” You heard Sister Jude say; a part of you thought it was meant for you, ever since your attempts to get in Sister Jude was always keeping an eye out for you.

“Yes sister Jude?” an quiet, frail voice of a women replied, it would have been helpful to recognize the workers but the only things you knew for damn sure was Sister Jude, and her irritating long finger that would always point you to the exit.

“Take this box and dispose of it immediately!” Embarrassment tainted your cheeks with pink and anguish filled your eyes with tears, never had you ever been so ashamed to make a deal with the devil. You stayed, listening to the conversation, to know where she would dispose of your precious gift.

“I don’t mean to disrespect Sister but…isn’t this meant for someone?”

“Sister Mary Eunice, I will not be questioned…. dispose of it” impatience was evident in sister Jude’s voice…assuming no one has spoken back to her before.

“I’m-I’m sorry…right away”

“I’ll do it” a male voice added itself into the conversation.

“I don’t care who does it, just get ride of that box!” Sister Jude’s heels clicked on the tiled floor, indicating her exit. Another pair of heels clicked away leaving you waiting to hear the man’s departure.

“I know you’re there” He said, you inched further away from the corner.

“I got your box,” He continued, making sure to shake it slightly.

You peeled yourself from the wall and made your way to where he stood,

“Give it” You said, reaching for the box. He pulled away slightly,

“Don’t you want to give this to your mom?” he questioned.

“I’ve learned the hard way to not trust anyone in here, so I’d rather wait and give it to her myself” With another huff you reached for the box again, but irritably enough he pulled away even further.

“I’ll give this to your momma, I know her…nice gal…doesn’t deserve to be here tho” he said with a shrug. You wanted to agree with him, your mom didn’t deserve to be in there… and from the looks of it he didn’t either. But with the stubbornness you got from your mother, your face stayed unpleased

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“I got your box from being thrown out…doesn’t that say enough?”

You stayed silent.

“Listen, I know this box means loads to you, I’ll give it to your momma because I know she’d love to know it came from you”

“Thanks” You gave him a weak smile,

“And plus, why would I wanna hurt a pretty girl like you?” You felt your cheeks flush pink from his remark; he walked closer to the bard door, linking his arms around the bars.

“What’s your name?…For business purposes”  he smiled, waiting for your response.

“Y/N” you replied, caving into the large smile that hid between your firm lips.

“Well,” He whistled,

“Name well suited for a beauty like yourself” a giggle left your lips as you looked down to hide you flushed cheeks…something you also got from your mother…from what your father has said.

“And what’s your name?… for business purposes” you mocked with a smile, finally looking up. With his eyes on you and his bottom lip between his teeth, he gave you a contagious smirk that showed his right dimple,

“Kit.” 

And with that, he unlinked his arms from the bars and gave you a wink, before walking back into the place you’ve now realized; no one should be apart of.

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First imagine! Any requests? :) will write about any character of any season of AHS!

When I saw this, I imagined myself as Stanley, looking at Lefou (hoping he or no one catches him), gushing and fanboying over him. I would love to see a fanart of this so badly. ;-;

And I wrote this based that idea:

“Adorable. Just absolutely breathtaking. There are no amount of words that can describe what I am seeing and every time I do look, I feel like the world around me is frozen in time.” Stanley thought to himself as he peaked his head from behind a wall, looking into the distance.

"Gaston, there is certain damsel in distress.” Lefou said to Gaston, who was too busy looking into a mirror to look at Lefou. Stanley let out a sigh. Stanley was so in love with Lefou but was so scared about admitting his true feelings for him.

"Lefou, my love. If only you knew how I truly felt about you. To me, you are the most beautiful man in the world, not Gaston and if only he knew how truly amazing you really are. The way you speak makes my heart sing and when I hear you voice, my mind feels like mush. Your smile makes the cloudiest of days seems like sunshine. I want him to be mine and mine only. I want to give him the world and so much more. All the poetry, songs, hugs, kisses and the most cutest materials for his bows, both for neck and hair I would give you and in abundance. Hold you against me as we dance, looking into your eyes and yours only. ..Among others things I would like to do to you as well that are a bit more passionate, heated…impure. …Oh, if only I was not so scared..it would make things a whole lot easier in my life and make me feel less like a stalker..” Stanley thought to himself once against he slightly blushed. Stanley snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Lefou speak once again to Gaston.

"Gaston…” Lefou said, getting a bit irritated as he was waiting on Gaston.

"Oh, right! Hero time. Come one, Lefou!” Gaston said as he took once last glance in the mirror and began to walk away. Lefou walked over to the mirror to take at himself for a couple of seconds.

"A true and fine specimen of a man Lefou is. He may not think he is attractive but I do and I will always let him know that whenever he feels down about himself.” Stanley quietly said to himself. Lefou then adjusted himself and walked away to catch up with Gaston. Stanley peaked out more at Lefou as he walked away until he was out of sight. Stanley let out another sigh as he leaned against the wall.

"One day, Lefou, you and I will together but for now..I will just have to look from afar and just dream about it for just a while more. About you…about..us.”

It’s been far too long my darlings. I figured that I would come off hiatus with a bang and finally finish Plague. You’ve been left on tenterhooks too long. It was surprisingly difficult to write this because I wanted to get it right and just couldn’t figure out how to do it. Hopefully some extra feel-sy music will help - play this during the final scene in Loki’s room to destroy your heart. :D So many people enjoyed this story that I don’t have space to tag them all here so I will do so at the end. In the mean time, enjoy! 

Plague (Part 9)

Part 8

Loki’s eyes fluttered apart and revealed a shadowed ceiling. He didn’t remember falling asleep but his entire memory seemed to have merged. Images of blood and fire stained his eyelids; he daren’t close them again.
“I hope you are feeling rested,” said a warm voice. Shifting slightly, he felt the gentle touch of a sheet covering his body. A pillow comforted his head from beneath, a head that felt irritatingly heavy when he tried to lift it. How long had he been asleep?

“When did I-”
“The journey back.” Thor smiled. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you so exhausted – your eyes were wavering for most of the flight, though their focus never shifted. You spent the entire flight by her side.”

“How is she?” Loki asked with sudden fervour. He turned to Thor and saw him, really saw him, in the dim bedside light. Thor’s face was hollow and pale, weighted with lines of worry.
“She is stable, for now.” He said, looking solemn, contradictory to the words that filled his brother’s heart with hope. “A lot of blood was lost and that has left her condition critical.”
“But she is alive?”
“Yes, Loki. For now (Y/n) is alive.”

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91. Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

The tension in the quinjet was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. No one spoke. You and Bucky were on opposite sides of the jet. Everyone else filtered in between. You had your headphones on and was listening to anything to try and get your mind off of the man that constantly consumed your thoughts.

You couldn’t even make yourself look at Bucky. You were that irritated and very much annoyed.

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AHS Imagine - Hotel Cortez

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“7…8…9 and…10!”

Your feet naturally padded down the familiar halls you’ve grown to love. Your mother—an angel in your innocent eyes, was in fact a drug addict, resulting in your current temporary living standards. She would brush you and your younger brother from the room so she could ‘Rest’, and during that time you would play hide-and-go-seek.

You pushed your dainty body between the ice machine and the open hallway. Your brother’s heavy footsteps passed the vacant hall you hid in. Hiding places were a challenge, the halls had no corners or little spaces you could crouch in, and the hall you chose was completely out of use…so you couldn’t sneak into a room even if you wanted to. But thankfully for your slim shape you slipped into the small space, hoping your brother wouldn’t catch you. It came as a surprise to you that the hotel even had an ice machine, but you questioned no further as it was a perfect hiding spot.

Hide-and-go-seek was always more fun in your old home, stairs and little rooms were throughout the house—but what really made the game fun was when your father joined. That was until your final game in that house. Your father decided to hide outside, you spent hours of your time searching under every branch and every little hole you could find.

you never found him.

Sometimes you prayed that he was still hiding, but the reality of it all…he left. You were 12; you weren’t oblivious…you knew your mother was unstable, and you knew he wasn’t going to come back… all you wanted to do was convince your mother that the worst was over. 

Your brother’s shadow fell on top of your crouched figure, to contain your giggles, you covered your mouth.

“Found you!” He squealed, and in one swift movement you were out of the small space and running into the delta of the halls.

Everything suddenly became a blur, your vision a congregation of shapes, finally became stable as the blood rushed from your head. Although you were slim, your underweighted body was the reason for your lack of stamina. Your eyes trailed beside the oddly designed walls, all-changing as you turned corners. Your brother—fit for his age, was right on your tail.  A quick turn down another hall sent your brother to an alarming halt. While your brother backtracked into the hall, you took the opportunity to push your feet to their maximum. Your feet begged for a small rest, as they stung every time you stepped. Looking back, you noticed your brother picking up the pace, with a smirk mischievously forming on his lips. Midway during your attempt to turn your head back, your face collided with a hard surface.

Jolting back from the impact, a hand helped you regain balance. Your brother’s shoes behind you slowly skidded on the carpet floor to a stop. You looked forward but had to tilt your head up because the man in front of you was much taller than you were.

“Y/N, running in my halls again I see?” He questioned, making his raised eyebrow show slight irritation.

“Right…sorry Mr. March, I promise it won’t happen again” You flashed him the same smile you gave him the last time you were in this position,

“That smile seems alarmingly familiar, I’m assuming this will be a daily routine?” Mr. March tried to hold his firm stare, but let a small smile crack… feeling bad for being so harsh on you.

“Sorry Sir,” You mumbled, looking down at your shoes,

“Sir? You make me feel old,” His chuckle made the atmosphere more complacent,

“Look up child, a lady keeps her head high…and her hands out of her pockets” Your gaze fell on your hands that were stuffed into your jean pockets, you quickly removed them and placed them on your sides.

“Ah, that’s better” He smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder,

“Promise me you won’t break anything?” He smirked,

“Especially that vase, oh…it must be as old as me,” He eyed the vase that was placed accurately in the corner of the hall.

“I’ll make sure to break that first” You replied, giving him another smile.

“Well, it didn’t mean that much to me anyway”

Your brother walked up to you and Mr. March, rather impatiently.

“Right…well I’ll leave you two to continue to cause ruckus in my halls,” Mr. March leaned on his cane, placing all his weight on it… your eccentric mind thought of it breaking and Mr. March falling on his face…hearing him uncomfortably mumble;

“…Oh my!”

A giggle left your lips and Mr. March studied your sudden outburst.

“What is it child? Is it something on my face?” He wiggled his moustache resulting in another giggle,

“Nothing Sir…I mean Mr. March, we’ll see you later!” You said before running down the hall, followed by your brother.  

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          The stay at the Hotel Cortez was temporary; your mom finally admitted her problem and found treatment shortly after. You were 22, in your third year of university and living under your own roof…

“It’s a long drive boo,” Your mother said over the phone,

“Stop at motel or something, a day late won’t kill anyone”

You placed your phone between your shoulder and ear as you made a turn,

“Are you sure? If I drove all night I would probably make it by 7” You asked,

“Are you crazy!? Stay at a Hotel Y/N, I don’t want you driving this late” a groan left your lips,

“But mommm” You whined,

“What did I say about whining? Stay at a hotel and we’ll meet Sunday, night!” And with that, the line went dead.

Arguing with your mother was pointless, when she had her mindset; there was no trick around it, your arguments usually ended with;

“Y/N, I brought you into this damn world and I can take you out!”

You found an empty hotel parking lot and decided to stay there for the night. Locking your car, you dragged your suitcase to the entrance of the Hotel.

Once you entered, the familiar scent filled your nose…it was the Hotel Cortez. The sign was faintly flashing its name, and the outside was slightly renovated. You were surprised you didn’t realize it was the Hotel from the beginning, which embarrassed you.

“Y/N” The sweet voice of Liz Taylor filled your ears, her smile welcomed you.

“Liz” You greeted, as you were pulled into a comforting hug,

“It’s been 10 years, where on earth did you disappear to?” Liz poured a drink but stopped before the liquid left the mouth of the bottle,

“You’re over 20 right?” She eyed you, impatiently shaking the bottle,

“Yes Liz, I’m 22” You replied,

“Then how the hell old does that make me?” Liz questioned, before pouring the liquid into the glass,

In one swift gulp, the glass was empty,

“Thanks for the drink Liz, but I better get going” You jumped off the stool and headed to the receptions desk.

A familiar greeting came from Iris—minus the booze, but she happily gave you the room you shared with your mother and brother, 10 years ago.

Making your way out of the elevator and into the native hallway, you hear heels lightly scrape the floors,

“The linins! I can get these stains out! Don’t worry sir, you wont even know they were there!” Ms. Evers trotted from the corner and scurried past you,

“Y/N, good to see you again” she said, almost completely out of breathe, and in seconds her small frame was around another corner, and out of your sight.

Ms. Evers was always in a hurry, and frankly very fidgety, but one thing you knew was whenever you saw Ms. Evers, Mr. March followed right after.

“Ms. Evers! Don’t forget to bring extra sheets! This ones going to be one hell of a me-“

Mr. March stopped in his tracks as his eyes fell on you, his face stayed baffled as you slowed to a stop.

“What was that, Sir?” Ms. Evers returned, popping her head from out of the corner,

“Nothing” Mr. March said quietly. Ms. Evers sighed and headed back towards the direction she came from.

“Young Y/N,” He greeted with a sloppy smile,

“I’m surprised you actually came back…I mean this hotel is marvellous but…” He trailed off,

“You’re back” the sloppy smile stayed,

“How did you know it was me?” You giggled, stepping forward,

“Even a blind man could remember you, and he would say how gorgeous you’ve become”

Biting his lip, he skipped forward; his hot breath touched your skin, sending shiver’s to dance down your spine. His secretive aura was always something that intrigued you, even when you were small.

Mr. March reached for your hand, and placed a gentle kiss on it. His gesture wasn’t the reason for the butterflies in your stomach, it was his eyes that discreetly watched you as he did, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart pound.

“Care for a drink?” His hand stayed locked with yours, lightly caressing the back of your hand.

“I would Mr. March but—“

“James” He corrected,

“James,” you amended,

“But, I have to leave early tomorrow to visit my mom, I’m sorry” You said, removing your hand from his grasp,

“Very well,” he inhaled sharply, and exhaled.

“Y/N” he said, regaining hold on your hand,

“You know you’re always welcomed into my hotel? This can be a place of comfort if you’d like…free of charge” He emphasized the last part, by giving you a warm smile.

“I normally don’t do this but, there’s something about you,” his voice softened, as his hand found your hips,

“You’ve become such a beautiful young lady, Y/N,” With his free hand, he placed loose strands of hair behind your ear, and gently cupped your cheek,

“You’re simply exhilarating, my darling” James held his bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes bounced from yours to your lips.

“Such a gentle soul” 

The sudden urge to kiss him, or even watch as he felt the same surprised you. The moment you saw him, as unquestionably yet questionably youthful he looked, you felt your heart race, it was something unexplainable, and simply something you couldn’t understand. Soul mates were something you never believed in, but what you felt made you question the whole myth of it all. 

How was he still young? His looks remained unchanged since the last time you saw him…10 years ago.

“How are you still young?” the question left your lips without notice, that was until his expression changed to astonishment.

He looked down,

“Why?”

“You’ve seen enough evidence to know what’s impossible becomes very possible here” He said, lifting his head,

“I’m not what you think I am, but I was once,” He continued. You tried to remove yourself from his grasp, but he held tighter,

“I died, in 1925” The sentence rendered you speechless, as if you felt his hands turn ice cold as he said that.

“But, my feelings for you would not have changed, dead or alive,” He added, releasing his grip, but kept it firm…in a reassuring way.

“You made me feel loved, when you were just a girl, you weren’t scared of me, you treated me like no one ever treated me before,” He swallowed hard, you saw the hope in his eyes that you would listen to him,

“And now, a grown woman, seeing you tonight made me realize what those feelings really were” His voice was low, but quiet. 

You’ve never seen him like this, he was always the energetic, yet odd owner of the hotel, who you considered a friend when you were younger, but now…you considered being more.

“Y/N,” He said, with his hand still on your cheek, and his breath still hitting your skin.

“I—“

“Sir!” He was cut off; his jaw clenched as he hesitantly removed his hands from your skin,

“What is it Ms. Evers” He answered, irritably.

“The sheets” she said, uneasily.

“Right” He whispered.

“I must head off,” He continued, caressing your cheek quickly with his thumb,

“It was nice seeing you again,” You smiled, breaking the silence,

“It’s always a pleasure” His eyes fixated on you, he leaned on his cane and gave you a wink before walking past you, whistling almost inaudibly.

“I do hope we can continue this…if you ever consider returning”

“My offer still stands,” He said,

“Goodnight, young Y/N” he chimed to you. You turned to return the dismissal but his figure was nowhere in sight, but somehow, if you listened carefully…his soft whistles permeated your ears.

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I thought of doing a part 2 but idk idk idk. 

Author’s Note: Okay so this is my first ever imagine lol so the gif is NOT the best out there so…if anyone can help a girl out, it’ll be fantastic! Okay, so let me know what you think!!! 🙈

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“So…what’s a beautiful girl like you doing with losers like those…losers?”

You snort into your drink as you look from the bespectacled gruff to the neatly combed nerd. Both had been aimlessly trying to flirt with you. Ed and Harry, they had said their names were. And by the look of things, they didn’t like Sam and Dean all that much. And vice versa.

You clear your throat and smile at the one named Ed. “Uhm, excuse me. Got some work to do,” you say as you slide out of the booth and walk over to Sam, who was sitting at the bar, laptop out.

It was mid-afternoon and you were currently working a case that involved some freak in a mask killing innocent people and making sure it was all caught on camera.

You hear hurried whispers and the sound of the leather seats being strained and you know that the annoying duo are right on your heels.

“Kill me now,” you mutter to Sam once you reach him. “These Ghostfacers are really asking for it.”

Sam laughs. “Yeah…it gets worse.”

You roll your eyes just as Harry calls out to you.

“Hey, Y/N…it is Y/N, right?” He didn’t wait for you to reply. “Anyway, I was wondering if you would like to join me on the investigation? You know, hang out with a real professional.”

I turned around just in time to see both him and Ed walk forward but then…

“Not so fast, asshats.”

Dean shoved Ed back with one hand, making him bump into Harry, as he stalked forward, an irritated look on his face.

You smirk. “Something crawl up your ass, Dean?”

“What? No,” he scoffs as he stands on Sam’s other side. “We’re working here, Y/N. Act professional.”

You roll your eyes. “Says the guy who called a couple of nerds ‘asshats’.”

Dean leans over Sam to stare at me. “Well, when those asshats are flirting with my girlfriend, of course I’m going to retaliate!” he hissed.

“Aww! You’re jealous,” you teased.

“Hey, Y/N!”

Ed.

“We can show you some high tech equipment that we have in our van. Nothing compared to the home-made devices that these losers-”

“Alright that’s it, you dicks,” gritted Dean as he whirled around to face them.

You quickly step in front of Dean, your back pressed firmly against his chest.

“Sorry, Ed. Harry. But as…tempting as your bag of goodies are,” you wrap your arm back around Dean and pull him closer. “I prefer my loser boyfriend over any gadget that you have.”

Harry’s shoulders slump slightly. “Of course you would be his girlfriend. Why?”

You smile and turn to look at Dean, who was grinning at you. “Just lucky I guess,” you say before Dean leans forward to press his lips against yours.

Interview at THR : 

‘Taboo’ Star Tom Hardy on Being a “Dick” and Those 'Star Wars’ Rumors

The Oscar nominee and star/EP of FX’s 19th-century period drama admits he’s earned his fierce reputation: “I’ve been a dick. But then, who hasn’t?”

If you believe everything you read, Tom Hardy is the best actor of his generation and also the most dangerous. Descriptors like “volatile” and “mercurial” trail his name, as do tales of on-set squabbles. But as the Oscar-nominated actor, best known for his roles in Mad Max: Fury Road, The Revenant and The Dark Knight Rises, arrives at The Ritz-Carlton on a snowy Manhattan morning to promote his 19th century drama Taboo for FX and the BBC, it’s hard to reconcile that image with the man seated before me. Between puffs of his e-cigarette, a thoughtful and exceedingly self-aware Hardy, 39, who both stars in and executive produces the limited series, spoke candidly about playing “scary blokes,” learning to love the awards circuit and just about anything but those Star Wars rumors.

Profiles of you typically include references to your “dangerous” reputation …

There’s this myth, which is quite asinine, that circulates about me — usually by those who haven’t worked with me. There’s only one thing worse than being talked about and that’s not being talked about in this game so I’d rather it be that, I guess. But there are other people who I work with consistently who know that’s not the case — who just wouldn’t risk having somebody like that in their midst because there’s too much at stake. Obviously you’re going to rub people the wrong way … and I’ve been a dick. But then, who hasn’t?

Is that reputation helpful when you play dark characters as you do on Taboo?

Of course. And I play a lot of scary blokes, and there are probably a few reasons why. First, villains are much more interesting than hero leads, who are, for the most part, really boring. The thought of going into work day in and day out to play someone who is just mind-numbingly boring fills me with dread, so I don’t bother. Another part of it is when I was younger I remember being frightened a lot — of being small and skinny and vulnerable and feeling that I could have been preyed upon easily. So, everything that I play is what scared me.

I’ve heard you say that you’re not “an ambassador” in the way a Matt Damon or your pal Leonardo DiCaprio is. What does that mean?

There’s a certain etiquette that comes with a very well-trained public persona, and I’ll probably get better as I get older but there’s a lack of filter for me in conversation.

Which can be refreshing …

It can be but at the same time it also opens one up to attack. But then you create this persona and you got to f—ing live in it, man — and it’s better to be seen as fierce than it is to be seen as something else sometimes in this job because there’s an element of danger that is required to the work.

You sat out the PR circuit during Oscar season last year when you were a supporting actor nominee for The Revenant. Are you more willing to play the game now?

Where relevant, I guess. But work is king for me, so if anyone comes and says, “Listen, we need you to flounce about in a f—ing dinner jacket,” I’m like, “No, I’ve got a job to do, and I’ll stay all night to do it.” Then we can flounce around court and posture and say how wonderful each other are. But if the work is good and you did your best, that really should be the prize. Interestingly enough though, now that I have been part of a lot of teams that I really care about, I’m really excited to celebrate their success in that world. I guess I just don’t feel like I belong.

When was the last time in this business that you felt like you didn’t belong?

The Oscars. Someone once said to me, “You’re not prepared to f— politely — metaphorically speaking — and that’s what court is.” But I’m over here when you need me. I’m one of the people on the squad who can get shit done. But I’m really happy that my wife and I have a photograph of us at the 88th [Academy Awards]. I’m in a tuxedo, and she’s in this beautiful dress and she looks gorgeous, and it’s like, “Whoa, that’s actually a piece of history,” and I would never have thought of that happening.

You didn’t think you’d be there or you didn’t think you’d enjoy it?

Both. And it was a lot to take in and lots of nerves, and I was extremely grateful to have not had my name called out. When Mark Rylance won, I was like, “Yeah.”

Had you prepared a speech?

No. I didn’t expect to win and was really grateful that I didn’t because it would be really terrifying to have to speak. I’m not ready for that. I get very scared of being exposed. … You’re not a character [on that stage]. And a lot of people have a sophisticated persona but I don’t. I haven’t paid enough attention on that front.

Taboo is your first collaboration with your father, who comes from the world of advertising. What precipitated it?

My dad writes, too. I went to him and I said, “Dad, I have this idea. I’d really like to play this character who does this.” I pitched him the world and the tone and the character, and he was like, “Thanks, son, can you get out of my office? I’m working on a book.” (Laughs.) I was like, “OK, just so you know, that’s something I would really like to do.” And I left it at that. I kicked it around a bit with some other people, and then it died a natural death. Then about eight months later, he came through with a treatment. He’d been quietly chipping away on it, and his treatment was awesome. We pitched it to Steve Knight, who I had done Locke and some Peaky [Blinders] with, and he came onboard.

This was the first time you’ve worn multiple hats on a project. What did you learn about yourself?

It was like university for me because I’d never done a short film or anything like that. I never really finished school properly or got my degree or anything. What was nice was I was allowed to observe from a position of having a relative amount of experience from working with some amazing film directors and talents in my career. But learning to move between departments was different to being employed to participate in somebody else’s infrastructure. I learned that I actually feel very comfortable as part of that infrastructure and that there are parts of me that really do enjoy the benefit of being able to look behind the curtain at what the problem could be, whether it’s financial or logistical, and help find a solution. When you’re working on somebody else’s job, you’re not allowed behind the curtain so you just get fed a lot of bullshit. Which is cool because you don’t need to know necessarily — it’s not your business — but there is a part of me that goes, “But I could help and I really want to help.”

As soon as you wrapped, you went to work on Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk. How challenging was it to go back to wearing just one hat?

It was great but that’s because Chris is firing on all cylinders in every aspect. There’s a genuine feeling of security with him. He has his signature on absolutely everything and he is still open to best idea wins, which is a profoundly confident [place to be]. But I used to irritate other directors, I’m sure, before I had the opportunity to do Taboo because I had that drive to be a bit more than just an actor. Not just because I want more meat in a hamburger or I want to be heard; it’s that I really care about problem-solving. I can do the acting relatively easily at this point, so my energy is kind of, “Oh, how can we make it better? I want to help the team.” But the team just wants you to “shut up because the team needs to think.” (Laughs.) It’s like, “But I’m on the team! I want to help you think.” “Just f—ing shut up, OK.” So now I have that place where I can go.

Taboo is being billed as a limited series. Would you like to do more?

Yeah, there is a mythology to it so we can and I love being in production. I definitely want to continue down that road. I have no desire to be an auteur visionary director but I do love being part of the machinery and the infrastructure, as well as the writing and acting.

At this stage of your career, how are you choosing projects?

It’s always been first come, first serve, whatever is interesting, whenever I’ve got time.

Leo was the one who brought you The Revenant, yes?

Yeah, I read that [script] a bit and I was like, “It’s Davy Crockett. I ain’t feeling it.” (Laughs.)

That wasn’t an easy shoot …

Actually, it was a lot easier than Taboo. But I had no control on The Revenant whereas in Taboo I was responsible and accountable for so many different things.

Did you call up Alejandro Inarritu, Revenant’s director, after Taboo and say, “Now I get it”?

No. (Laughs.) I do get a lot of things now, but also I’m aware that there were certain things that I did get at the time — that there were things that I wasn’t privy to because of my position in the team that I could have probably helped with and instead I irritated people. But I was right to pursue going into production of my own. I have a place to go now. So yeah, I do feel sorry for producers now to a degree, but also I’ve created a monster in that now I know as well.

Final question: Rumor has it you’re going to be a Stormtrooper in the next Star Wars movie. True?

I don’t know if I can even say that. Where did you hear that?

The internet.

Ah, the internet is a glorious web of deceit and misinformation, isn’t it? (Laughs.)

So that’s misinformation?

It could be, couldn’t it?

The eight-part 19th century drama, in which Hardy stars as an adventurer, presumed to be long dead, who returns home after years away to find his recently deceased father has bequeathed him an unusual inheritance, premieres Jan. 10 on FX. It airs first on the BBC.

Kai 11 and 47

You were put here in this prison world alongside your Boyfriend Kai Parker for helping him kill a decent amount of his family members. You didn’t actually kill them but Kai did and all you did was watch from the corner and didn’t say a word. Others thought of Kai as a sociopath, but you knew that wasn’t the case, at least when it came to you. Kai loved you and you loved Kai, you don’t regret helping him because now you’re together and that is what matters.

Now you were in a store sitting in a lawn chair and Kai kept offering you pork rinds. You didn’t know how he could eat those so easily and frequently, you hated them. Kai was certain that there were new people in this world, you told him that his theory was impossible, but you knew that Kai wouldn’t listen, he was too stubborn. As your mind was going back to the conversation about your ‘visitors’ a sound of doors opening rang throughout the store. To say you were shocked was an understatement. A raven black haired man with blue eyes walk into the aisle you and Kai were occupying. He picked up a bottle of liquor and was looking towards the umbrellas that were hiding you and Kai from being seen. When the handsome man came over to you and Kai, Kai as usual was eating his free pork rinds and you were looking at your unpainted nails. You really missed being able to get your nails done by a professional. Kai began talking to the stranger and referred to the tall man as “damon” you liked the uncommon name and perked up when Kai began to introduce himself.

“Sorry,” Kai said as he swallowed his last pork rind “ Manners. I’m Kai and this is the lovely Y/N. Nice to meet you. Pork rind?” Kai finished and began to shake the bag around and offer it to Damon. Damon narrowed his eyes at Kai. Time passed and you and kai were stilling in the uncomfortable rocking chairs, Kai did his annoying chomping and you could tell that Damon was getting irritated.

“That’s going to have to stop” Damon commented. After that you tuned out, you would occasionally hear Kai comment about how he was watching them and how they were interesting to watch argue. Apparently there was a girl alongside Damon, her name was Bonnie. Her name was also unusual, you wondered where they came from and how that place was.

You jumped when you saw damon grab Kai with lightning fast speed and lift him up by the collar. You couldn’t do anything because you weren’t anything supernatural. So you stood up with your hands out infront of you and walked towards Damon and Kai.

“Hey, hey… Damon can you just forgive him? He is a little rusty on his communication skills because he has only talked to me for a ton of years.” once you finished, Damon let him done and you and Kai let out a sigh of relief .

“Answers. Now.” Damon said and began to move towards the liquor.

“Maybe you should have a drink.” Kai suggested “That usually calms you down” You went back to the rocking chairs and sat down, knowing what Kai was up to. Damon took a drink of his bourbon and immediately coughed it out. “Vervain in your bourbon? Who didn’t see that one coming?” You decided to leave after that. No matter how much you loved Kai, you didn’t like nor agree with his ways.

Once Kai came back to the place you were staying for the time being, you could tell he was on edge. “Hey, Y/N… ummmm I have to ask you something.” Kai said as he sat beside you on the couch.

“Shoot.” You responded and turned to look into his blue eyes that were filled with uncertainty.

“Do you trust them” He asked as he switched his gaze from your eyes to the floor.

“I don’t know. I want to help them get back to where they came from because then they could help us.” You responded with a calming voice.

“Yeah but don’t you ever want to leave me? I’m bad for you.” Kai said with a shaky voice. This wasn’t like Kai, usually you were the shy one but right now he was.

“Kai… I know you’re going to mess me up, but I can’t stay away from you.” You replied and placed your hands on his cheeks. Kai instantly pulled your hands off of his face and stood up.

“No… You should leave and find a way out, you could have a happy life.” Kai said with a hard and demanding voice. His personality had changed so quickly it had scared you. “I am going to go and find a way out with Bonnie and Damon. I suggest you leave before things get messy.” Kai stated and he refused to make eye contact with you.

“No! I have been by your side since the beginning, where have they been?” You shouted at him, fury and betrayal were evident in your voice.

“Go.” Kai blatantly said.

“No, I won’t leave you.” You said, now tears were clouding your eyes. You were angry, irritated, sad, and felt betrayed all at once.

“Fine. I’ll leave.” Kai stated and walked out the door as you were left there crying in your living room.

(This request has been in my inbox for so long, I’m so happy that I finally got it done)

“I… what?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You breathed out a laugh, shaking your head.

“Will you fake-marry me?” you repeated, looking him straight in the eye as he was perched on the table, “Come on Sammy, don’t make me beg.”

“Shouldn’t you be down on one knee?” he asked, and you sighed.

“I’m not actually proposing,” you reminded me him, “It’s just to appease my mom.”

Sam shrugged, a smirk appearing on his face, “Ask me properly or it’s a no.”

You groaned, getting down on one knee, looking up at him in irritation.

“Samuel Winchester, my good friend, my roommate. My ‘we’re both drunk and horny’ fuck-buddy,” Sam laughed, and you continued, “Will you please do me the honour of fake-marrying me so my mom will get off my back about me dying alone?”

“That was beautiful,” he told you, and you rolled your eyes.

“Is that a yes?” you asked, still on the floor.

“Do we get to have fake-wedding-night sex?” he asked, tapping his finger to his chin in faux-thought.

“If that’s your only condition, fuck yes.”

“Then yes,” he grinned, pulling you to your feet, “I’ll fake-marry you, you dork.”

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                                                   Soul Mate 18


“The voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time.”

A/N: Sorry the update took a while, I’m trying not to rush through this series as before as its quite difficult to write with school getting in the way and the fear of getting writers block! Thanks for sticking with me through this, I see this series having like maybe having seven more parts…or possibly until part 30, we’ll see! For now, enjoy!

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Warning: Slight mentions of smut, but nothing of major detail…y’all are safe.

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