this one's also a pun

Fanon Lotor be like

i am not even sorry just take this


au where Saitama responds to his haters with overwhelming sarcasm

I needed a little pick-me-up but I got lazy halfway through lol, but I’ll be focusing on au stuff now I promise! my brain has been really unfocused recently and I just, need to get refocused (; _ ; )

-Casually leave this here-

-goes back to commissions-

- Whistle Innocently-

( -whisper- @stickydoona did the design for Lunar Eclipse!Saitama and it was a thing of beauty ~) 


HAWKE: Fenris, talk to me. What happened back at Haven? What was it like?


FENRIS: Everything was… bigger than me.

red vegeta vs saltsuke 

Me: You shouldn’t deposit your happiness in another person, happiness should not be attached to a someone. You should be able to be happy on your own.


The elevator shuddered to a halt.

“No,” Ladybug cried, “no, no, no, no, no!” Her time was running out, and so was that of Chat Noir. “Quick,” she said, “face the corner!”

He laughed and did as she said, shrugging. She did the same on the opposite corner of the elevator.

“…You didn’t happen to have any food on you?” Chat said, his voice muffled.

Ladybug gasped. “No, shoot!” There wasn’t any way to help their kwami recharge, so they’d end up seeing each other eventually.

Chat’s time ran out first. He knew she couldn’t see, but he blushed a little anyway.

When Ladybug’s time ran out moments later, her face went completely red as she pressed her face deeper into her corner.

Chat was the first to speak. “One of us has to use the emergency telephone and call for help,” he said. Ladybug was closer, but she’d still have to move to reach it. “And even if we can get help without looking at each other, there’s no way we can leave without seeing each other.”

Ladybug closed her eyes tightly. She didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. After a moment, another idea crossed her mind. “One of us could look,” she said quietly. “And that way, one of us could keep their identity a secret. When they open the doors, the first one could walk out with a minute’s head-start, and the other can leave when the first one’s gone.”

“Brilliant, except what would stop the first one from revealing who they are to the second later?” Chat said, smirking.

“Well, if I look—”

Chat cut her off. “No, I want to look. If you’re going to look too, that’s fine by me, but I definitely want to see you.” His face reddened. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way.

Ladybug sighed and relented. “Okay,” she agreed. “On the count of three, we’ll turn around.”

“Okay.” Chat started the count. “One… Two… Thr—”

He’d turned around as he started to say “three,” and was taken aback by the fact that he actually recognized her.

“Chat, are you o—” She looked over her shoulder and froze, her face tomato-red.


“…A-Adrien,” she stammered, stiffly turning the rest of her body.

“Thank God, it’s you!” He scooped her up in a hug, letting out a relieved laugh.

Marinette didn’t know how to react. She was surprised that she hadn’t turned into a puddle yet, but it was still a possibility. He was hugging her. Adrien Agreste was hugging. Her.

“Marinette?” he said cautiously, pulling away. “Are you alright?”

She managed to nod, not taking her eyes off him.

A slow grin crossed his face. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Oooh, my God…” she said, covering her face with her hands, but she was too slow to hide her grin.

Adrien laughed. “We should probably use the emergency phone now,” he said, reaching for the panel of buttons….

Many Burgers, Many Days - Jughead Jones Imagine

REQUESTED: No, but I already did an Archie imagine so I wanted to do one for Jughead!

WARNINGS: Sarcasm. And puns. (Also some swearing.)

SUMMARY: A story of yours and Jug’s relationship over the summer.

NOTES: So, Episode 3 of Riverdale happened. Yep. (Please can Grundy just get out :////)

Also, I’m getting closer and closer to performance night for my school musical, so updates may be few and far between.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this one! 

Originally posted by mieczyslwstilinski

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 25

Summary: Fluff

Note: I’m sorry if this is a short chapter! But I wanted this one to be short and sweet. Pun intended! 😚


*I also wanted to avoid using song lyrics as quotes, but I thought this TBS lyric just fit too well*

“And we lay together, just not too close. How close is close enough?
I just wanna break you down so badly.
I trip over everything you say.
I just wanna break you down so badly, in the worst way.
I’m gonna make damn sure that you can’t ever leave. No, you won’t ever get too far from me.” - TBS


It felt like waves were crashing over you, you could hear voices coming and going, but never really being able to make out what was said.

You were coming to again and you could feel yourself laying on something soft, you could see brightness as you began to open your eyes slowly, your fuzzy vision trying to adjust to the world.
You moved around and opened your eyes, seeing an I.V. in your arm and pulled on it momentarily.

“Don’t mess with that shit. I don’t know how to fuckin’ get it back in.” A deep voice came from beside you.

You turned your head slowly to see Negan sitting on the bed beside you.
His bed.
You realized you were in his room, you were still in a daze, but seeing him again made your heart race, you never thought you’d see him again.

“Wh- what.. What the fuck happened?” You said weakly, looking to him.

He had a drink in his hand and he took a sip, before clearing his throat.

“I looked for you and I fuckin’ found you, darlin’.” He said back, glancing to you.

“How long was I out this time?” You said blinking, as the pain started to rise up again.

“About a day. You lost a lot of fuckin’ blood, got you back here just in time a few more minutes and it wouldn’t have been fuckin’ good.” He said clenching his jaw, glancing down.

“I’m not dead yet.” You pushed your head back into the pillow.

He smiled, “No. I’m starting to think you’ve got nine fuckin’ lives.”

“You and me both.”

“Well, you should take it fuckin’ easy, you’ve already used two lives, darlin’.”

You shook your head, “It’s not like I meant for it to happen, Negan.” You swallowed.

“I know.. How much do you remember?” He said as he shifted his eyes to you.

You looked back, “If you’re trying to ease your way into asking me if I remember that asshole trying to rape me, then yeah, I remember. That’s why I tried to get it over with.”

“Get what over with?” He said raising an eyebrow.

“When Randy had the chain around my neck and It was happening, I just gave up. I figured I-” You stopped abruptly because everything came washing over you at once, all the emotions you had felt before and what had happened was beginning to sink in at how close you had come to dying and never seeing Negan again.

You took in a breath as you felt the tears welling up, you still didn’t want him to see you cry, so you turned your head away.

“(Y/N)?” Negan said slowly, setting his drink down.

You took in a breathe, “I figured I was gonna die anyway and that I wouldn’t ever be back here or with you.. So, I pulled myself as hard as I could against the chain, trying to end it myself, because I wasn’t gonna live like that.”

You had held everything in as long as you could and you were good at it, but you couldnt anymore.
The emotions had been saving up over time were spilling out and you couldn’t contain them anymore.
The tears began to flow freely down your face and you wiped them away as you started to break down.
You sucked in a gasp, feeling the pain in your throat as it was bruised from the chain and feeling the rest of pain that coursed throughout your body.

You jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder, you didnt want Negan to see you cry, but it was too late and before you realized it, Negan had pulled you over into his arms.

“Please don’t..” You sniffed.

“No. I’m fuckin’ here, darlin’. Whether you like it or not. I’m not gonna continue this back and forth shit, not after what happened and what I saw fuckin’ happening to you.” He said sternly, holding you to him.

You wiped your eyes as your head laid on his shoulder, you quickly managed to compose yourself and while it felt amazing to finally have him embrace you like that, you didn’t wanna get yourself used to it, and pulled yourself back.
Negan looked at you quizzically, but didn’t say anything about it.

“Why am I in your room anyway?” You said, laying back on your own pillow, wiping your face.

“Arat is in the infirmary now, and aside from that, I don’t fuckin’ trust anyone else around you right now. So, I told the doc you’re fuckin’ staying in here where I can keep you in my sight.” He said, grabbing his drink again.

“Arat’s alive?” You said with relief.

“Yeah, she’s fine.” He said back taking a sip.

It made you give a weak smile that he wanted you in his room where he could watch you.

“I really don’t think if be kidnapped again so soon.” You said back.

He cut his eyes to you, as he took a drink from his glass, “I don’t fuckin’ care. It’s not a goddamn risk I’m willing to take again.”

You nodded, “Fair enough.”

You tried to sit up, but it was too painful to move your leg.
You sucked in a pained breathe as you did.

“Shit darlin’, don’t move around so much.” He said, pushing you back down gently.

You pulled the sheets back and saw the stitches going across your thigh, you huffed as you remembered being stabbed again.

“Will this shit ever end?” You said, closing your eyes.

Negan smirked and shook his head, “You’re gonna make us run out of fuckin’ stitches around here.”

“Can I walk?” You said back in a panicked tone.

Negan nodded, “Yeah. But the doctor said the wound was fuckin’ deep. The fucker came close to hitting the femoral artery he said.”
Negan gritted his teeth as he looked down at your leg.

He just wished he could have gotten there sooner and stopped eveeytging before it happened.

The thought of losing you seemed to bother him more and more now.

“Why did you risk everything to find me?” You asked suddenly, looking to him.

His expression changed and he swallowed, giving you a firm look.

“Because you’re still fuckin’ my wife, darlin’. And I wasn’t gonna let that fucker have you.” He growled.

“My hero.” You said with a hint of sourness in your tone.

At this point you still didn’t really know whether he saved you over possessiveness or because he felt something else for you, but you weren’t going to worry yourself on it.

“What about Randy?” You asked.

Negan’s expression hardened, “Well that motherfucker is going to get his. I brought him back here. He’s locked up and once you’re feeling better then we’ll proceed with that shit.”

“I guess you want me to kill him?”

“No darlin’. After the shit he’s caused and for what he’s done to you, I really want to do this one myself. So, you can just watch and fuckin’ enjoy.” He said with a smile.

You nodded back and tried to smile but your face was stinging, you felt like hell.
You raised a hand up to feel your still busted lip and another back eye.
It never seemed to end with the black eyes around here.

“My face had just healed.” You huffed, placed a finger on your bruised eye, touching it.

Negan licked his lips, “You look hot with a few battle scars.”

You smirked back and shook your head slowly, “I can honestly say I missed your offhand comments.”

“Goddamn. Are you admitting that you missed me?” He teased.

“I am. I mean, you’re still an asshole. But I missed you either way.” You smiled as you rolled your eyes playfully.

He laid his head back on the headboard and smiled, “Yeah, I missed that fuckin’ attitude.”

“You know, I honestly didn’t expect you to look for me.” You said bluntly.

He furrowed his brows at you, “Why the fuck would you think that, (Y/N)?”

You breathed out, “Well Negan, you don’t show much emotion and after the fight, I just didn’t feel like you’d care. I mean, you seem like you don’t really care half the time.”

“Look darlin’, I’m not much of a fuckin’ emotional person as you can tell. But of course I wouldn’t let you just fuckin’ disappear from me. Fight or not you’re my goddamn wife like I said, and you’re fuckin’ stuck with me, babydoll.” He said with a smirk.

“I know you’re not emotional, believe me. That couldn’t be more obvious. But being stuck with you isn’t a bad deal.” You smiled back.

“Good and if it’ll make you feel any fuckin’ better I was pretty damn worried when you were fuckin’ missing.” He said and rolled his eyes.

You looked up to him and bit your lip, “You were worried about me?”

“That’s what I fuckin’ said, right? And yeah I was so, that should let you know that I do care, darlin’.”

You smiled, “Damn. Are you going soft on me?”

He smirked and cut his eyes to you, “You fuckin’ wish, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. No matter what you were going through, he always had that ability to make you smile.
He was too charming for you to ever resist.

*Negan’s perspective*

Later that night, Negan laid in the bed. His hands behind his head, he hadn’t felt this relieved in a very long time.
He was happy to finally have you back here, but he’d never let you fully know that, Negan wasn’t good with emotions and he always wanted to avoid them if possible.
But deep down inside of himself, he couldn’t deny it to himself of how he felt about you.

Truth was, if it had been anyone else from the sanctuary that disappeared, he would have brushed it off and went about his day without looking for them, but it was different because it was you.
Negan knew he had feelings for you, feelings that were beginning to root themselves deep, and it annoyed him somewhat.

Negan had only ever really shown any kind of human emotion to one woman, his wife Lucille, and that was before any of this shit with the world had happened and when Lucille died, Negan told himself he’d never get attached to another woman again, but it was already too late of course. Because before he knew it, he realized that he had become attached to you, he tried throwing his feelings for you out, but you disappearing only made it clear to him how much he really cared for you.

He still wasn’t too keen on the idea of monogamy and he probably wouldn’t ever be, he had his other wives and if ever wanted to fuck them he would. You weren’t about to make him fucking whipped in anyway.
But he knew that without a doubt you were the only woman he actually cared for in that way, but feeling like things would change for the worst if he shared those feelings with you directly.

He glanced over to you in bed, your eyes were closed and you appeared to be fast asleep.
He gazed at your face, still being able to see your attractiveness beyond the bruises.

‘She’s bruised up and still looks fuckin’ hot.’ He thought to himself as he kept looking at you. Almost in awe.

“You awake?” He said, still looking at you.

He knew you were asleep, but needed to make sure that you were.
It was made sure by the no answer you gave, he continued to watch you as you took deep breathes.

He finally turned his head and looked up to the ceiling in the room, licking his lips.

“I was was pretty fuckin’ scared when you were gone. I hadn’t felt like that in a long fuckin’ time.” He whispered, keeping his eyes to the ceiling.

“There’s only one other woman in my fuckin’ life who ever made me that scared, and that was before all this.. But that’s a story for another fuckin’ time.” He comtinued.

“You say I don’t seem like I give a shit, but I do (Y/N). I care more than you fuckin’ know.”

He finally turned his head towards you, making sure you were still asleep, and you were.

“I guess now is a good fuckin’ time to say that I might love you too.” He said bluntly, still looking over your sleeping body.

He gave a smirk and brushed his hand over your leg carefully, running his hand over the stitches before letting his hand rest on its usual spot on your leg.

He shut his eyes, he knew how much it would have made you happy to hear him say this while you were awake, but it just wasn’t something he was ready for you to hear. If ever.
He didn’t ever want you trying to use his own feelings against him, not that he thought you’d do that, but he was just unsure of what letting you know all this would bring, and regardless, he was still going to be in control. This wasn’t about to be the end of the way he lived, but he had finally admitted that he had feelings deeper than he let on. He loved you for the fact that you were like him in so many ways. That you were tough, you were brutal, you didn’t take shit and didn’t hesitate in killing, the first time he saw you wielding Lucille was the first moment he knew he felt deeper feelings for you than you just being another fuck to him. But he loved the softer aspects of you as well, your ability to make him smile, your attitude and of course your beauty. He thought you were one of the most attractive women he had ever fucking seen and the fact that you were just as good in bed as you looked was a big fucking plus for him.
He bit his lip with a smile at the thought of it. He knew that what was going on wasn’t a conventional fucking fairytale, but it was good enough for him.

After a while his mind finally settled down and he drifted off to sleep.