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Bee Joke

Once upon a time, there’s a bee. That bee goes to an average bee high school and has no friends. Slowly, after lots of perseverance, he makes friends. They’re good friends, the best friends a bee could have! After a hearty argument, this bee friends notice something. They’re really good at arguments! So good, in fact, that they recommend that they go and join the debate club. That bee turns out to be very good in debate club and becomes top in the entire school, winning one after another until there’s no awards left to win. On top of this, that bee was a straight “A” student and was recommended to go to Harvard. 

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tomorrow’s gonna be just fine. that conflict you’re having with your friend will blow over. no one secretly hates you. the world is not out to get you. it’s ok to feel stressed out. it’s ok to crack under pressure sometimes. you are perfectly capable of enduring whatever life throws your way. everything will be alright. you’re gonna be ok.

Juggy & Bets Theories :D

[SPOILERS]

There’s been some worry going around that there hasn’t been a lot of development when it comes to Betty and Jughead’s relationship in the story. People kind of feel that, even though they know from spoilers that something will happen, they don’t know if it’ll be justified. I think it will, but not in the way most people are thinking. See, Betty and Jughead aren’t just meeting each other for the first time at the beginning of the series. They already know each other very well, and are friends in the way most people would be if they were best friends with the same person for a similar amount of time. Jughead and Betty are friends out of default because they both are very close, very old friends of Archie’s. Because of that, their relationship is a little different than other friendships probably. Likely Betty and Jughead met each other as early as grade school, and learned to share Archie and get along with each other ever since. They ended up probably hanging out with each other when they were younger, more out of obligation to Archie. I imagine they spent some time being not just friends, but enemies too. They’ve likely seen each other at their worst, and their best and come to truly appreciate each other. They’ve seen each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and learned to compliment each other.

And I think the writers are slowly building up that existing closeness with the audience. There’s a few things that really tip us off about this relationship.

1. Nicknames - Betty and Jughead both have nicknames for each other. Betty has nicknamed Jughead “Juggy,” and Jughead has nicknamed Betty “Bets.” Both people are very reserved, and this is a closeness that they are comfortable sharing. It’s also a pair of nicknames used only between them.

2. Being able to hang out together alone without being awkward - This is a huge one. Being of the opposite gender and in high school, the fact that they can hang out at the newspaper or anywhere else for that matter, together alone likely for extended periods of time, means that they are incredibly comfortable being around each other.

3. They talk off screen - When Jughead showed up to talk to Betty at the paper, it wasn’t because he wandered in. Betty spoke to him off screen prior to that to tell him to meet her. And he showed up, even though he didn’t really understand why she wanted to meet. The fact that the initial interaction happened off-screen suggests that they talk a lot more than the series lets on.

4. Sharing inside jokes and knowing what the other wants and feels without talking about it - There are small moments between these two where they have real chemistry. Like when Betty asks if he and Archie want to join them in Pops, and Jughead has his first real moment of bold charisma and charm in the series. Or when Jughead asks Betty what kind of film she wants for closing night and she names “Rebel Without a Cause” and he looks over at her with the most loving, “you do know me” expression there is. In that same vein, when she sees Archie come through the doors moments later with Grundy, and Betty dismisses herself, Jughead knows exactly what she’s about to do, finding out within seconds that she knows the same thing about Archie that he knows. He instantly throws as much effort into trying to stop her as he can, because he doesn’t want to see her get hurt.

5. Jughead cares deeply about Betty - I know this is a huge leap, but hear me out. If you watched the thunder rolling through Jughead’s emotions this past episode, the disbelief when she went on a date with someone else, the way he tried to comfort her about Polly, the way he blushed when he stood in front of Betty in a suit, and the way he held on to her and went after her the more the world tore her down, you might understand where I’m coming from. Jughead strikes me as someone who doesn’t love easily, and when he does, it begins very subtly before it completely knocks him on his butt. But his physical affection towards her stretches leaps and bounds because he isn’t comfortable with hugging or holding anyone else. Not even in a bro-like way. The fact that he’s extended that affection so much in a single episode also suggests something else… He was waiting for her to get over Archie. He stood out of the way and let her work it out and heal until he was sure she was okay. And then despite everything that was going on in his own life, he stood in front of the storm and let her use him as an anchor when she needed him.

6. Betty trusts Jughead more than anyone else - Out of all the close friends that Betty has, the one person she chooses to spill her darkest, most gut-retching secrets about her sister to is Jughead. Her trust for him runs so deep that when he makes a suggestion that a member of her own family could be involved in Jason’s murder, she pins it up as a viable possibility without argument. She trusts him because he doesn’t throw his words around lightly. She trusts his instincts and his reasoning, and he respects her for her rationality and her intelligence… something they both share.

I’ve written a lot (I’m not sure all of it makes sense either), so I’ll just say… we’re getting there, and I think its going to be amazing. If anyone is interested, I did dive a little more into Jughead’s personality > here <. :)

Things characters could talk about

Boys

Girls

Their types

The meaning of life

Nightmares

The best flavor of chap stick

Inappropriate stuff

Family

Plans for the future

Weird dreams they’ve had

Scientific theories

Funny vines

Sponge Bob

Story ideas they really wish they had the motivation and skill to write

Aliens

Books

The end of the world

Death

What comes after death

Shows/movies

School

Weird people they’ve seen at Walmart

Their MO’s if they became serial killers

The mafia

The best superpower

How much it would suck to be in a coma but able to hear everything yet not move

Sports teams

People they’d die to meet

How they’d die in the zombie apocalypse

How to become a drug dealer

What types of fruit they’d be

Kanye West

Ways to change the world

Pet peeves

Who they’d sell their soul for

The scientifically best way to walk to not get mugged

Dark humor

Knock knock jokes

Poetry

The compelling urge to throw their phones out an open window

Religion

Who’d be the target on their dart board

The probability of dying alone

How sad yet endearing it is to see old couples being cute

Coke vs Pepsi

The worst pain they’ve ever felt

Fears

Childhood hopes

How weird Nostalgia and Déjà vu are

Whether hypnosis really works

What if plants had feelings?

Guardian angels

Princess (m)

•  words: 5.1k
•  genre: college au, smut
•  pairing: chanyeol x reader (ft sehun)
•  a/n: ok this is my first ever fic so please bare with me, i’m more of a editor than a writer tbh lmao. it might become a series so if you like it please like and comment~

Originally posted by chanshine

You dreaded at the thought of your project deadline being moved a week earlier. You only had two more weeks to get the project finished and thinking about it just made you anxious.

It was a Thursday morning and you weren’t in the best of moods, the stress was now taking over you, meaning that you had hardly got any sleep last night which made you wake up later than usual forcing you to skip breakfast and rush to your first lecture of the day. On the way, you grabbed a coffee and somehow made it to class. The project room was on the other side of the campus, but the coffee played a huge part in keeping you active. You take a seat at the left side of the room which was by the door.

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anonymous asked:

Crack ficlet with driver Kim

~Welp, idk what this is but here ya go.

[Driver KimxReader] [Extreme awesomeness/sexiness] [Intense situations] [Cherry Cola]


*many years before the RFA*

     You gripped the steering wheel and listened to the revving of your engines, looking over to the famous Driver Kim. He was seated in his signature car, ‘Honk Honk,’ his partner in every race. It was like a scene from that Fast and Furious movie and super intense tbh.

     No one expected you to win. They all called you a ‘fool’ and a ‘loser with bad fashion sense.’

     “If you were twice as smart, you’d still be stupid,” they said.

     Well, Kim was nervous. You could tell. And when the flag waved and your foot pressed down on the gas, your car ‘Bumper Stiltskin’ pulled out ahead. Yes, you named it yourself. You laughed a little thinking about it now and that caused Kim to gain on you.

     “Oh no you don’t, you ass cactus!” you yelled and blasted that cherry cola song by Savage Garden on the radio to get you thoroughly pumped up to win.

     It was so loud and you had the windows rolled down so he could hear. A single tear rolled down his cheek as the music hit him in his soul and soon he was sobbing from the pure beauty of the song that he skidded out of control just before the finish line, giving you the victory.

     Everyone cheered and shouted ‘World Star!’ while recording you with their phones as you exited your car, the music still blasting and everyone jumped on the hood of Bumper Stiltskin to dance like an 80’s music video.

     Slowly Driver Kim approached you. Throwing his helmet to flames. Someone had started a fire, you guess. Without saying a word he popped open a can of cherry cola right there, and chugged it whole while staring longingly into your eyes.

     “How did you know?” he asked after crushing the can on his forehead, very manly-like.

      “It was the first song we ever made love to,” you said softly, with a lot of  feeling.

     “You’ve won the race,” he grabbed you in his arms and dipped you low, “and…my heart,” he kissed you deeply just as the sun set below the horizon.

     The fire in his eyes was almost burning brighter and hotter than the real fire that had gotten out of control around you. Actually, you would probably have to leave soon before the authorities showed up.

     “I’m pregnant,” you whispered into his lips.

     “I know.”

     That puzzled you a bit?

     “Luckily,” he continued, “I think I found a job that can support our little family for a long time to come.”

Headcanon: What is Math???

Originally posted by anime-amazingness

@tinychubbybird girl i feel you; math is the bane of my academic career. everytime i’m in math class i feel like a piece of sanity is slowly crumbling and i want to fight my math teacher oOPS. 

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Gaston and Lefou have a complex relationship- stuck somewhere between lover and friend, perhaps doomed to perpetually dance the line.

Since the battle with Beast, Gaston has given up on Belle. He isn’t as upset about it as Lefou expected him to be. Lefou expected fits, alternating between angry and melancholy. He expected needing to console Gaston, comfort him, take him for too many drinks and help him walk home while Gaston rambled about losing the only beautiful he’d ever seen. Lefou expected all of this- and none of it came.

Gaston shrugged off the rejected like a grain of sand on his jacket, and that was that. He and Lefou slipped back into something more than familiar. More than because it combined the old times with something novel because Gaston likes to stand closer and brush their hands together and lean in when talking- looks as if he’s paying more attention to Lefou when he talks, and Lefou talks more often now.

It is as if the battle had dulled Gaston’s edges. It changed him somehow. From the time Gaston left Lefou for dead and the time Lefou found him in the remains of the castle, something drastic had changed. And Lefou doesn’t know what it is.

He finds himself liking it, the newfound attention Gaston directs towards him. He likes feeling important enough that Gaston listens to what he says now. Somehow, and Lefou would give anything to know this, somehow the battle had influenced Gaston to respect Lefou more.

Lefou approaches the subject one day. They are sitting in the tavern. Gaston is on his third beer and Lefou is halfway through his first, having been contemplating asking Gaston this question for much of the day. Nerves wound up in his chest.

He starts, “Gaston,” and then he stops. Now that he has started, the words leave him. His breath is shallower.

“What is it?” Gaston takes another swig from his mug.

Then he does it. He leans closer, brushing his shoulder against Lefou’s.

“Why do you do that?”

Lefou’s heart was in his throat. He didn’t want it to stop. He didn’t want Gaston to go back to the dismissive person he used to be. But he couldn’t go on forever tortured with misinformation because all signs point to something highly improbable- He had to know.

“Do what?”

And he does it more- his voice is lower. He’s closer. Lefou is almost delusional enough to believe Gaston cares for him. Almost.

It comes out in a burst: “That! You’re..!” He stops again.

Gaston sits back, confusion written plainly on his face. “Spit it out, Lefou.”

Lefou takes a few breaths. He says, “You’re acting as if you care for me. With the closeness, the attention.”

Lefou swallows thickly. Several moments pass, and Gaston still hasn’t said anything. His eyes are watchful. He looks like he wants to talk, but he doesn’t, and it makes Lefou go crazy. Gaston was never the type of person to think first and talk later. He was entirely action.

After a solid eight seconds, Gaston says, “Are you accusing me of not caring for you?”

The question strikes Lefou like a slap. It wasn’t what he intended, but he realized it was what he believed: Gaston doesn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t care for Lefou.

As Lefou takes too long to respond, Gaston continues, “If you would prefer I stop, I will. But don’t make the mistake of believing I don’t care for you.”

Confusion wraps Lefou like a blanket. He furiously does not understand.

“But you don’t! Not like- Not like the way you’re acting as if you do, and if you’re toying with me just to-”

Lefou stops.

Another eight seconds pass. They inch by slowly. Methodically.

“Belle gave me advice,” Gaston admits. “After the fight- It shook me. It make me realize how much I did not know. How righteous I had been, and wrongfully so.”

Gaston stops for a moment, and Lefou is too shocked to say anything. Gaston averts his eyes, gripping the handle of his mug tightly.

“I… Told her things. She gave me advice. She told me I should wait ten seconds before responding to something-” He stumbles over his words so uncharacteristically. He lets out a big breath as if giving up on the vague confession.

He sets out to be direct: “I told her I care for you. And that I hurt you.” A short lapse of quietness. “She recommended I try to show you I’m sorry rather than saying it because actions speak louder than words.”

Gaston’s eyes flicker over Lefou’s face tentatively, gauging his reaction. “You don’t understand how much I value your company, Lefou.”

People bustle about around them. They jostle and laugh and shout and play. They throw things, jest and joke. But to Lefou, the world was white noise.

It is everything Lefou ever wanted to hear, but it’s so unreal. It feels like it isn’t happening, and Lefou is going to wake up in bed. But Gaston is in front of him, face tense and jaw set in anxiety. Lefou had been in love with Gaston for ages, but resigned to his fate of unrequited love. It feels unreal.

Gaston breaths in through his nose, puts his cup down loudly, and stands up.

“I’m sorry. My advances are unwelcome.”

“No!” Lefou blurts. Gaston blinks, startled. “No. I’m sorry, I just. I’m having trouble… Comprehending.”

Lefou’s heart races. His thoughts run wild. He stands.

“I- I care for you, too.” He and Gaston are standing so close, in the middle of the tavern, albeit earning little attention from the drunkards around them. “I like your closeness and your attention.”

Gaston watches him, dumbfounded, as Lefou wraps his arms around him, one around his waist and the other higher on his back. Lefou’s face presses against Gaston’s chest. He feels Gaston’s chin drop on top of his head gently.

And they stay like that, in each other’s arms in the center of the tavern, a gentle break from the rest of the scene. They still have more to talk about, things to work out, things to understand and amend. But that’s for later. For now, Lefou is perfectly content.

Mon-El v Lena, Maggie and Lillian

So, TV Line has elected Mon-El from Supergirl as the Best New Character on an established drama series in 2016. I do not have anything against Mon-El and I do believe that he can become a very interesting character on the second part of Supergirl’s current season. However, the decision to elect a best new character cannot be based on the potential said character has for the future, but on what he has done so far. So, let’s take a look at Mon-El and three other new character on Supergirl, shall we?

Mon-El

  • Was found in a Kryptonian Pod and ran from the DEO as soon as he woke up.
  • Attacked a man in order to force him to send a message to Daxam
  • He got judged wrongly by Kara for being from Daxam, but didn’t really do much to change her view of him in the beginning
  • Did not want to take a job or try to learn how to be human to fit in
  • Acted like a party boy at CatCo. He gave all his work to Eve, used her credit card and fucked her in a supply room
  • He did not want to take any responsibility even for himself
  • He helped The Guardian fight the Parasite
  • He invited himself to L-Corp’s party (rude)
  • He clearly lied about who he really is and what really happened in Daxam before he got in the Pod
  • He only tried to be better after Kara talked to him constantly about this

Conclusion: he did not do anything really important and, except for the fact that he seems to be keeping a secret about whom he really is, he has no more depth of character.

Now, let’s see other three new characters on Supergirl’s second season:

Lena Luthor

  • Carries the surname Luthor which automatically makes everyone distrusts her.
  • Was unjustly accused of being behind the Venture explosion just because of the name Luthor and was proved innocent when Superman and Supergirl realized she was the target of the attack
  • Renamed her company in order to distance it from the evil image created by her brother, even though she knew that Lex had people trying to kill her for him because of this
  • She did not hesitate to kill the man who was trying to kill her and save Alex
  • Helped Supergirl with useful information that could land her in the bad side of some very powerful people by giving the address to the alien fight club.
  • She didn’t shy away from the threat of a gang using alien weaponry given to them by Cadmus and devised a way to destroy them, setting a trap for the gang and eliminating the problem almost single-handedly.
  • When presented with the possibility that her mother was the leader of Cadmus she didn’t ignore Supergirl’s words, instead she confronted her mother and, finding out that it was true, she set a trap to her mother avoiding the genocide of all aliens in National City and sending her own mother to prison.

Conclusion: Lena is a bad-ass woman with incredible talent not only for business, but also technology. She has a good heart and is trying to prove that although her surname is Luthor she does not share the hate and madness that runs in the family.

Okay, another new character.

Maggie Sawyer

  • She is a detective for NCPD who gives Alex, a DEO agent, a little lesson on not contaminating crime scenes in her very first appearance
  • She figures out the place the alien suspected of trying to kill the US President was and got there before the DEO could, even though she has none of the DEO’s technology at her disposal
  • She has a great source of information with the aliens in the alien bar and they trust her
  • She helps Alex and the DEO find and end the alien fight club
  • She is openly gay and does not give a shit about what people think of her
  • She is extremely understanding and patient with Alex when she comes out to her and tries to help the best she can
  • She does not shy away from action even when it means getting shot by an alien
  • She gets the girl, gets shot and yet, doesn’t die

Conclusion: Maggie is a self-assured, strong woman who is not afraid of danger and is constantly throwing herself in the line of fire in order to do her job well, but she also has a soft side and can be a friend and lend a hearing ear when necessary.

And last, but not least:

Lillian Luthor

  • She is a mother that is trying to make the world a better and safer place for her children, however misguided her ideas might be
  • She is the leader of an organization that escaped detection even from the DEO for a long time
  • She managed to kidnap Supergirl and actually make her temporarily powerless so she could hurt her and get her blood to access the Fortress of Solitude
  • She managed to get her hands on the Medusa virus and would have killed all aliens in National City if Lena had not interfered

Conclusion: She may be a force of evil, but she is a powerful and complex woman with strong arguments in favor of her anti-alien actions even if we cannot agree with her.

So why did Mon-El win the title of best new character? Easy, because he is the white heterosexual male who gets to kiss the girl. TV Line’s decision to elect him the best new character undermines the amazing work that has been done so far by Supergirl. This show is about strong women who are not afraid to be themselves, work hard and succeed on their own terms. And yet, TV Line seems to believe that a playboy was the best new character the show had to offer on its second season. Shame on you TV Line.

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a dirkjake playlist

[ with focus on The Break Up and reconciliation ]


i’m currently blocked on the piece i’m working on, so i whipped together a quick cover to share a dirkjake-ish song list

tracklist under the cut (with lyrics)

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Hi! You absolutely don’t need to do this until you get through the rest of your requests, but I didn’t want to forget- I have the flu right now and am feeling all achy and such and I wondered if you could do a fic where maybe Alex gets sick and Maggie comforts her? Thank you so much. You’re an amazing writer, and please take it easy/be kind to yourself as you work through these prompts :)

^^ prompt above from @a-few-of-my-favorite-turtles

She always goes to work when she’s sick.

Always.

And, always, J’onn has to team up with Susan Vasquez to practically escort her out of the building and force her back into her apartment.

When Supergirl joined the team, she’d help.

But still, Alex would resist.

“I’m fine,” she’d insist as she coughed up a lung.

“I got this,” she’d pant as she finished throwing up.

“I don’t need help,” she’d grumble as she wobbled because her bones ached so, so, so much worse than they did that time she crashed through the ceiling of that warehouse and landed flat on her back.

She always goes to work when she’s sick.

Until Maggie Sawyer, that is.

Because Maggie notices in the middle of the night, when Alex develops a chest cough, when she tries to hide it, when she shifts away from Maggie’s body and curls up in a fetal position and rocks herself while her chest burns and her body burns and her muscles ache and her nose runs.

When Alex drifts into a restless sleep, finally, Maggie gets up to raid Alex’s medicine cabinet. Of course she has no cold or flu medicine. Of course she doesn’t. Alex Danvers is above the common cold, the mere flu.

Alex coughs harshly in her sleep, and Maggie sighs affectionately.

She gets dressed – her jeans, her boots, Alex’s sweater, Alex’s jacket, not bothering with a bra – and pads softly out of the apartment, walking quickly in the chill of the late night to the only 24 hour bodega in the area.

She comes back armed with orange juice, crackers, tea, honey, lozenges, cough medicine, and an assortment of terrible DVDs, because sometimes Netflix just won’t cut it.

She laughs to herself when Alex tries to get up for her run in the morning.

“Where you think you’re going, Danvers?” she wants to know, and Alex jumps, because Maggie usually sleeps later than this, usually gets up to make breakfast and coffee only after Alex has left for her run.

“Run,” Alex rasps, and Maggie arches an eyebrow and reaches up to pull Alex back into bed.

“Mmmm, babe,” Alex flirts, and Maggie grins, but she shakes her head.

“Not hitting on you, Danvers. You’re staying in bed today.”

“I’m… staying in bed today but you’re… not hitting on me.”

“Alex, you were coughing the entire night, and you’re sweating bullets even as we speak. And you’re standing weird like you’re nauseous. You have the flu, Danvers. And I’m going to take care of you.”

Alex pffts and Alex shakes her head and Alex takes one look at her girlfriend and knows that resistance is futile.

“But you’ll get sick,” she objects, and Maggie smiles, because of all the objections she expected – objections about work and duty and the weight of the world and failure and perfection – this is the sweetest one to hear.

“I’d rather be sick with you than out in the world and healthy knowing that you’re all alone with no one to feed you and medicate you and hold your hair back when you throw up and hold you and entertain you when you inevitably get cabin fever in addition to your actual fever.“

Alex stares and blinks down tears and lets herself lean back into bed. “I think I love you, Maggie Sawyer.”

“Good. Because I know I love you, Alex Danvers.”

anonymous asked:

I found your blog today by accident and it looks like you take shadowhunters prompts so i was wondering if you could write a jimon marriage proposal possibly

jimon + marriage proposal, as requested!

“Wanna get married?” Jace calls out, rolling to avoid a shax demon’s pincers. Simon frowns. 

“What?” he calls back, his attention on the circling monstrosity in front of him. No matter how many times he goes out on Shadowhunter missions, he never gets used to fighting demons. Putting down rouge Shadowhunters, sure. He always gets a kick out of that. But demons are still difficult for him to get used to. It doesn’t help that if he goes on missions with his boyfriend he’s expected to hold conversations while fighting for his life. Jace is delusional. A special kind of death-defying delusional. 

“Do you want to marry me!” Jace yells, louder this time as he narrowly jumps out of the way of an attack and crashes into the wall of the warehouse they’re in. It makes a deafening echo, and the demons begin to leave Simon and swarm to Jace. Simon swears, swallowing convulsively as he considers Jace’s predicament and Jace’s words.  

“You said this would be an easy security check!” Simon grits out, gripping his dagger tighter and clenching his jaw. The world narrows in and out of focus as he slashes the demons, preternaturally swift. “This is not what most people consider a security check.” 

Jace laughs, a beautiful, throaty sound that always has Simon smiling. He loves Jace, it’s - easier than breathing. Of course, it’s also idiotic beyond belief that he hears this laugh during a demon fight where they’re clearly outnumbered, but. It’s Jace, with his stupid hero complex the size of a goddamn Ferris Wheel. Jace, who would throw himself in front of any blade, for anyone; who eats his cereal dry because he has a strange vendetta against all types of milk; who takes a glorious sort of joy in constantly being a smart-ass; who loves Simon so fiercely, with everything he has. 

“Answer my question.” Jace counters, catching Simon’s eye for a second before thrusting his blade into the space over Simon’s shoulder. Simon doesn’t flinch, but it’s close enough that he glares as the demon explodes into dust behind them. 

“Show-off.” Simon mutters, taking a moment to wipe a drop of blood off of Jace’s cheek with his thumb. “And honestly, is this the place to ask me that?” They both turn again, moving to finish off the last of the demons. Simon can already hear the next wave skittering through the warehouse, their pincers making disgusting clacking noises. 

“Is that a no?” Jace asks, his voice even. Simon eyes the lone demon that’s managed to survive, stepping out of the way as it leaps towards him. He pivots and watches as Jace impales it on his blade, and they stare at each other over the shower of sparks it explodes into. “Only, I thought - “

“I would never say no,” Simon blurts out, faint terror and disbelief creeping in as Jace regards him, his eyes serious and his gaze intent. “I - Jace, why now? I can hear another wave coming, we have to  - “ he glances behind him, and hears the clacking getting louder. Jace holds his hand out, palm up, and Simon grabs it as they start running, bursting out into the open and making a beeline for a nearby building, skidding into the alley near it.  

“Because I love you.” Jace pants. “And I - “ He stops, pushing a hand through his hair. Simon watches him, still holding hands and pressed close together. The sound of car horns and the murmur of the city at night surround them, along with the hum of crickets. Jace smells like shax demon blood and his cologne, something that, somewhere in Simon’s life, has become one of the smells of home. 

Change is overwhelming, and terrifying, but Simon is pretty sure he knows, deep down, exactly what his answer to Jace’s question is. 

“Don’t stop now.” Simon says softly, and Jace opens his mouth, his eyes hopeful - 

“Jace!” Alec’s voice echoes, and Jace groans, rolling his eyes. Simon’s mood plummets. Fuck. Backup is here. Which, honestly, is probably a good thing so they can clear out the demons, but - Jace’s face is slipping back into business mode, and Simon feels bereft and hollow. 

“Duty calls.” Jace says lightly, disentangling from Simon and stepping back. He tucks a stray curl behind Simon’s ear, and Simon swallows. “You’re right, I’ll…finish this somewhere else.” 

Simon trails behind Jace as they meet with Alec and Clary, his hands in his pockets as he considers what to do. He’s - pretty sure he knows exactly what he wants to do, at least. 

Three hours later, freshly showered and dressed in a Izzy and Magnus approved outfit, clutching a box that Raphael helped him get, he peers into Jace’s room. 

“Hey.” Jace says, smiling when he looks up at Simon. He puts his stele aside, a fresh iratze healing on his leg. “Come to fawn over the best Shadowhunter?”

“Already talked to Alec, but thanks.” Simon says cheerfully, and Jace pouts. He jerks his head outside. “Take a walk with me?” 

Jace follows him outside, humming a tune that sounds suspiciously like it’s from Mulan. Simon snorts to himself, because Jace is humming Let’s Get Down To Business. “China’s lucky to have you save them from the Huns, babe.” 

“You know it.” Jace says, smirking, as he catches Simon’s hand and holds it in his own. Simon rolls his eyes, leading them to the steps of the Institute. “Hey, the stars look pretty tonight.” 

“Not as pretty as - “

Don’t.” 

“ - you.” 

Lewis.” Jace says, chastising. “What have we said about cheesy pick-up lines? We do not embarrass ourselves like this.”

“In that case,” Simon says, a bundle of nerves in his stomach as he slowly sinks to one knee, still holding Jace’s hand, “you’re really not going to like what’s coming next.” 

Jace is silent, his breathing shallow as he stares down at Simon, shock written across his face. Simon waits, a faint smile on his face. 

“Are you - really.” Jace finally says, his voice thick and his eyes suspiciously bright. “Simon. Simon.” 

“I can’t believe you can effortlessly ask me this in the middle of a life-or-death situation, but if I do this in the spot we first kissed, you suddenly can’t believe it.” Simon laughs, and Jace bites his lip, his eyes crinkling as he grins. 

“Simon.” Jace repeats helplessly, and Simon takes a deep, unnecessary breath. 

“To answer your question,” he says first. “Yes. I will.” 

Jace laughs then, a giddy noise, as he squeezes Simon’s hands tight enough to hurt. “The ring is in my room, I can’t - “

“I’m not done, Jesus.” Simon says, and they’re both grinning at each other like love struck fools. “I wanted to say, your proposal was perfect. I should have said yes right there, but I didn’t get a chance to. So. I have a question for you, as well. Will you marry me?” 

“Yes.” Jace says, before yanking Simon up and kissing him, hard. Simon lets out a low groan before he presses back, giving as good as he gets. He tries to put everything he wants to say into the kiss, that Jace means everything to him, and he tries to kiss his - his fiance even harder, dipping Jace back a little as he leans forward. Jace makes an appreciative noise, and - 

“Stop making out on the front steps!”

“Did he say yes?”

“Don’t forget to give him the ring - “

“Did Jace leave the ring inside? I don’t see one on Simon’s hand - “

“How can you see that - “

“Rune, honestly, Clary, you have to start making better use of your runes - “

Jace and Simon break apart to look at the front door, where all their friends are peering out. They’ve evidently been there the whole time - even Raphael is leaning against the entrance, looking vaguely interested. Alec is smirking as Magnus hands him money. 

“Of course.” Jace hollers. “Why should my proposal get any privacy - “

“It’s not yours, it’s Simon’s.” Alec says, unrepentant.  

“You interrupted mine too, back at the warehouse.” Jace says hotly, and Alec rolls his eyes. They’re all laughing though, and Simon tugs Jace’s grinning face back towards him and kisses him sweetly, cheers echoing around them. 

“Love you.” Jace murmurs, and it’s the easiest thing in the world to murmur back love you too, forever and always.

bad habits (for a heartbreaker) (m) pt.1

Words: 18,139.
Genre: Smut, fluff + tattoo (kinda) soulmate au + messy love triangle.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Yoongi x Reader. 
Summary: “The world suddenly feels as if it’s closing in on you, crashing and burning and dragging you along with it, because you can’t be in love and yet you obviously are - and the mere thought is absolutely, undeniably frightening.”
A/N: Inspired by this and this submission and the songs bad habits by the kooks and how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds.

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Forget-Me-Not

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Baekhyun/Reader

Summary: How easily does true love disappear?

First Day 

“…. which would then make the initial velocity 40 meters per second, at theta equals 30 degrees…” Your physics professor rambles on and on, scribbling diagrams here and there on the smart-board. You sit all the way back in the lecture hall, avoiding the cluster of future Issac Newtons up ahead. Your empty notebook is withering away on the desk. 

The doors behind you open, and a boy sneaks in, slowly shutting the door as it creaks. You check the time on your phone and try not to give him a judgmental look when he settles down next to you. How is he 45 minutes late? He might as well have stayed home… You try to mind your own business and stare at your blank notebook. 

Well into the lessons, you feel a tap on your lower arm. 

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What A Wonderful World

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What if Zachariah didn’t send Dean to the future because he succeeded in killing Lucifer in 2014? And what if the night before the final showdown was your last chance to set the record straight about how you really felt about Cas? One night with the ex-angel changes your whole world.

Pairing: Endverse!Cas x Reader

WARNING: ANGST (angsty fluff), strong language, drug and alcohol abuse, sexual situations and references to smut. And last but not least, CHARACTER DEATH

Word Count: 7,477

So, @splendidcas came up with the idea of sitting around with Endverse!Cas, and what it would be like to just talk as you both enjoyed the effects of illegal substances. From there I hijacked her cute little intro and drove it straight into hell with an angsty story line that was befitting the Endverse theme. She then very graciously let me use the idea. So, I proceeded to write the fic with the full intention of making her fluffy self cry.

And as for @webcricket, she is a darling in the world of fluff and, since she pointed out that her ultimate goal is to crack the frozen shell of my angsty little heart, I have decided to keep her in mind while writing this fic. Enjoy, little Cricket.

Have some mood music

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“I don’t believe you,”

Cas chuckled as he stared up at the cabin ceiling through the haze in his eyes. The light trails of smoke had drifted away to curl and stretch across the length of the room. You laid there together, swimming in a dizzying blanket of drugs and alcohol, reliving the glory days as you both tried to escape the weight of the imminent sunrise.

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CALLING ALL HP RP-PEEPS

The really awesome @nymphaxxx came up with an idea and I LOVE IT!
There is a post circling tumblr about urban, modern wizards. Wizards doing magic in plain sight, hiding it as everyday objects, wizards sharing glances in the streets, basically just wizards and witches being awesome and magical in the modern world! ✨

Her idea goes like this: You create a character, go into your town, a nearby city, anywhere and film a thread. Throw in some magic, make it funny, wholesome, whatever you want! I think it’s a really unique and cool idea! Here is the original post:

http://ironinkpen.tumblr.com/post/98164785202/yes-but-hear-me-out-urban-wizards-wizards-in



(Imma join as a coastal small-town witch myself!)

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

stefensalvatore  asked:

bellarke + 20 !

thank you!! sorry it’s a little late, homework had me kinda swamped yesterday

bellarke + 20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

Bellamy is heading toward Medical when he hears Clarke’s voice.

He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, honestly. All he wanted was ask to Abby about how many rations of pain medication there are left - one of the members of a small hunting party returned to camp injured, and he could really use the medicine if they had any to spare. 

But then he hears Clarke say, “I’m really worried, Mom,” and he stops short in the hallway, his mind already filling with dozens of dreadful possibilities. She’s sick. She’s discovered that the world is ending again. Something is wrong. 

“It’s already been a couple of months since it happened, and I…” Clarke’s voice fades out, and Bellamy shuffles closer and presses his ear against the clinic door. By then, he’s missed some of what Clarke said.

Then he hears Abby ask, “How late?”

“Two months,” Clarke says. 

“And you feel okay? No nausea or sickness?”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Clarke says, “I’ve been throwing up sometimes. Morning sickness.”

Bellamy’s heart skips a nervous beat. He should have known that something was wrong with her. Ever since they started sharing a room - and a bed, and much more - they spent almost every minute of the day together. Sometimes she’d roll out of bed before him in the mornings, and he’d turn over and fall back asleep. He had no idea she was leaving to throw up. 

(He’s so worried that he can barely breathe.)

“Mom, if I’m-”

Abby shushes her. “We’ll know for sure in a minute.” Several seconds pass, and then Abby says, “Clarke…”

Clarke doesn’t answer for a long time.

Finally she says, “Mom, how the hell am I going to tell Bellamy?”

And that’s when he realizes. 

She’s two months late. She’s having morning sickness. Bellamy is somehow involved. He’s slightly terrified that he knows how.

She’s pregnant. The world shifts off its axis.

“It was one time,” Clarke is saying, and her voice sounds panicked. “We thought the world was ending and we were careless. I just… I can’t believe this happened. How can I possibly be a mother? I don’t deserve this child, Mom. Not after everything I’ve done. And what about Bellamy? What if he doesn’t even want to be a father?”

And Bellamy hears it all, all of these things he wasn’t supposed to hear until she was ready to tell him, and he thinks he should be scared. Instead, he’s flooded with a rush of love for her - and for their unborn child, how fucking insane is that - and he knows that he wants this more than anything.

Clarke will tell him when she’s ready, and as much as he wants to ease her fears as soon as possible, he’s willing to give her as long as she needs.

Bellamy backs down the hallway; he can come back for the medicine in a little while. In his mind’s eye there’s a little girl with his dark curls and Clarke’s blue eyes, and he already loves her.

“I’m going to be a father,” he whispers to himself as he walks away.

For the first time in a long time, he can’t stop smiling.

Molded for each other.

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, violence, more violence, smut (NSFW).

P.S: Thoughts are in italic.

Gifs by @grungedaddykinks and @mypapawinchester

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

It’s been about 2 hours that you’re on top of Sanctuary looking around, people working, walkers on the gates… normal life on theses days. Suddenly you can hear the door open and closing and when you look behind you see Negan, he put Lucille aside the door and came close and hug you.

“Why I always get a feeling that you come here to run out of me?” He says while kisses your neck. “Or just want to commit suicide and abandon me?”

“Yes, cause the less painful way to die is cracking all my bones” you say sarcastically as always looking him on the corner of yours eyes.

He laughs, that maniacal/sexy laugh that’s a essence of him. 3 minutes passed while the two of you look around. Just breathing a little and enjoying the sun getting ready do dusk.

“Would you call me crazy if I tell you that I prefer the world in that way?” You say cracking the silence.

“Yeah, I fucking would” He looks at you with frowned brows.

“Is just… I mean of course have a lot of issues and in the start was a completely hell. But "normal life” was cliche, going to school, working, finding someone, marrying, having kids and blah blah. And I always thought that 95% of the people was never happy, like they just existed, not lived. And now we fight but at least people don’t act like they want to win a trophy for ‘The Best Friend’, is just more natural now. The planet isn’t dying like before, without wars or discrimination. And less buildings, less pollution. The planet is breathing again, after a long time. Actually I think all the walkers will serve as a good fertilizer one day.“ You say so deep in your thoughts.

"Wow, I forget how freaky-deaky that pretty lilttle head of yours can be” He says moving his hand to put a bit of hair behind your ear.

“Come on, think about it, before was boring, now we feel the adrenaline all the time” you say looking around, sort relieved.

“Y/N Y/L/N you’re something else” He says while incline his back.

“Says the man who maniacally kill people with a bat”  you tease him, giving a wink, Damn is nice play with danger.

“Do you want it to get personal hun? It might not end pretty way for you” Negan say while getting close to your soft lips, Feeling his breathing on your lips, and the heartbeat increasing, he might be able to hear it.

When things were getting closer to a kiss, Dwight open the door of the old fabric penthouse.

“Boss, sorry but we have a little problem” Dwight say with a worried expression.

“Is better be more than little for you cut my moment with that pretty ass freaky minded one” Negan say looking over Dwight with a annoyed face and next look at you showing that wonderful grin of him.

“A group that we get stuffs collected. Marcel called me on the radio saying that they’re coming with guns, three trucks and even a tank” Dwight say desperately looking at both of you, he was pretty scared, actually you though you never saw Dwight like that. It might be a big group coming.

Negan expression change in the moment, What was happening? Which group is that one?

“Get all the Saviors and heavy guns we have, and let’s put some charge in that shit” Negan says looking at you and going after Dwight, you didn’t know what to do, actually you got worried. A tank? They can blow it here, which group can it be? Not Alexandria, or Hilltop even less The Kingdom. But I know Negan has plenty places to get people to work for him you thought.

While you were lost in thoughts you heard Negan calling “Y/N, don’t worry I will fix that shit up. Isn’t the first group of fucker whose think it can change the new world” you give him a nod.

“Come with me, let’s get ready for put these idiots in place” Negan say with a annoyed place. More a day trying to put some control he thought.

You go to his room and get ready, got the small knife putting on the right boot, and the big one on the belt and your colt python putting the bullets inside, and a couple extra on the belt side. Whatever is going to happen, you need to get ready.

Negan get his radio asking for some of the Saviors how was everything. How close they were.

“Boss, I can see they coming in the front side. 3 trucks and a tank” Michael said in the radio, and in his voice he was scared.

“Chill your ass Tiny-Mike, I will put these fuckers on place. Call all the Saviors and tell them to find me on the front” Negan say and after turning off the radio he got out of the room and you followed him. When he see you following he stopped and says “What you think you doing Y/N?”

“Hmm, going with you?!”

“Na-ah you’re not going, is to dangerous out there, those fuckers don’t have love to they fucked up life’s anymore. You stay here and when I got back we can do whatever you want”

“Don’t act like I can’t protect myself, you’re the one that call me 'Feisty Badass’ for a reason. I’m going and have no way you’re not allowing me” you say determinedly looking into his hazel eyes, he put his hand on his salt and pepper beard looking frustrated. Probably knowing that’s no chance you are not going.

“Okay doll, you go too, but do not show mercy with them. They screw with and my men, and I smash they brain” When he say that, you can feel chills running up your spine, you know what Negan is capable. Everybody knows.

All the Saviors are ready and waiting for the “rebels ones”. Simon with a group on the front, Thomaz with a group on the left side, Richard with the right one and Sean on the back side. Meaning, the Sanctuary is ready for anything.

On outside, the sky was a mixture of orange with pink, The Saviors with all the Sanctuary ammo and ready. Negan look around with Lucille lazily on his broad shoulders. His bite his bottom lip a moment and look at the Saviors and turn around to give you a wink.

“They are here boss” Michael told Negan, and Negan wave at Arat and Dwight for the typical “put back the order”.

You all can hear the trucks coming and the load and powerful sound of the tank. When suddenly you hear a exploding sound coming of the tank hitting the left side of the Sanctuary, the explosion wasn’t big because it didn’t blow everything just a tiny part, and you actually are glad for that, for the result is a old one.

Negan make the signal to let the Saviors know that is to start the fire. Everyone start shooting and Negan walks closely, and see that the rebels was getting easily “removed”, Sean and his group get into the woods and attacked them from behind, killing most of the men and women there. Of 3 trucks and 1 tank with 25 people now have only 7. You run in direction to the tank but carefully to not let them know you’re going there when you got closely enough you get a grenade and display the safety and tosses it down the barrel of a tank. When you throw it inside, you hear screaming coming of inside of it, and you see a man trying to open above it to get out but the grenade explode in the exact hour. Even in that world and after everything you had to do to survive, It always get you sad when you kill someone.

Suddenly you feel someone holding your waist, and with a hand on your mouth. You freak out , didn’t know who is it, when you hear “Stop with that, it will only got worse” and then you feel his face on your neck where he lick it and say “Hmmm, I know you, you’re Y/N. Negan favorite little toy right? Well he screw my life, now he will feel the same feeling” you get so desperate that start jumping and trying to kick him. “We will get out of here right now, and you better stop” in middle of the desperation you realise if he is with both hands on your body, he is not holding any gun, you bite his hand and kick his right knee, turn around and put the gun on his face, he start to laugh and you see that his face is burned in the right side, like Dwight. Was him from here?

The guy start to laugh, and you can’t hold yourself but punch him. You tell him to walk on front, and you both walk back where Negan are, the gun never leaving his head.

When you get back you hear Negan asking Arat where are you, then you yell to let he see you.

“Holy smoke, look at this, my ex favorite ass Savior. Robbie the robber, I didn’t knew you was with that group. That’s a surprise since you help killing they friends once” Negan say looking him up and down. “Go to the lineup you fucker” when Simon get his left arm to put him on his knees, you clean your neck with a bandana that is always in the pocket of your pants. Negan eyes on seeing what you’re doing  "You’re okay? What happened over there? Why you wasn’t fucking here? Y/N you need to stay in a place that I can fucking see you.“

"I saw a opportunity and since we don’t need more broken pieces here, I went to blow the tank”

“Blow the tank?” He ask while looking for the tank.

“Yes, I put a grenade inside it and I kill the men inside, I think it had at least 2.” You say putting the bandana back on your pocket.

“Damn doll, I think I might just have a boner after hearing that. But I have some things to do now. You can get inside, all under my control now” he says pointing to the old fabric.

“No, I want to see you kill that fucker.” You say and nod your head towards 'Robbie the Robber’.

“What, what did that bad-made-fuck did?” Negan say getting pissed.

“He hold me and tried to sequester me, and in mean while he licked my neck.” You can feel Negan face burning when he got to the lineup. You following him to see what was about to happen.

Five guys on the lineup, Robbie there never leaving his eyes of you. The others look like they’re pissing they pants. Some of the Saviors around, other making sure to shoot the head of the “fresh dead” and getting a few ones to put on the gates before they wake up (in a dead way).

“Hot diggity dog, look at these ungrateful asses. Me and my men keep you fuckers safe and you piece of shit just threaten me and my people? Not cool.” Negan says walking through them. Now that is darker, Dwight and Thomaz turn on the cars headlights. You start having flashbacks, when you first met Negan, in the lineup. You instantly shake your head to forget these memories. You love Negan, but it wasn’t like that always.

“You know what Robbie? Universe gives you a sign, and you just shove your finger right up its ass. You’re a little coward” Negan get down to hold Robbie face on his hands. “You were one of my trust’s ones, and when I caught you hooking up with one of my wives, that was a grave no no. But I didn’t killed you, of course I made a badass mark that screw your sexual life forever, but .. either way I was pretty merciful. And you, you prick just run away. Was that all about hun Robbie? Running and find some group to try attack my Sanctuary? My house? My men? My wife?!” Negan eyes went dark when he mention you, one the things you more love about him, is the way he hates when man get advance with woman. And in that case, of his woman.

Negan get up and look at all of their faces “Now I think I might just smash your stupid heads with Lucille. She is fucking thirst. I mean, I think you prick’s remember how dirty she is. She is a vampire bat. Let’s start it” when he beat the first one, he beat it hard. The guys aside crying and praying, but Robbie was still looking at you like you was dinner.

“Well, that one was good. Had a long time I didn’t do it. My baby Lucille is very fucking happy right now.” He says with that maniacal smile. “But do I kill you two?” And then the guys start to cry and ask him for mercy, telling that they’ll do whatever Negan wants. “Hell yeah, you will. So hear me now you fuckers. You will go back to your little happy group, and tell them to not try play the hero’s.” They shake their heads desperately nodding, and even when you look away to make sure all is safe, You can feel Robbie eyes burning on your body. Negan go to Robbie and put Lucille on his face, Robbie look at him slowly with a grin on his face.

“Robbie Robbie, let me ask you something. You ever hear the one about the stupid little prick name Robbie the Robber who thought he knew shit but didn’t know shit? And is a ungrateful ass? Well you piece of shit, it’s you and guess what, coming here thinking you have any power, and I don’t like it. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. And I DO NOT APPRECIATE YOU HOLDING MY WIFE TRYING DO SOMETHING WITH HER” Negan punch him in the same side you did earlier. Robbie start to bleed and spit on the floor some blood. And look at you again. Negan get his face on his hands and make him look at him. “Don’t be rude asshole. Say sorry to her now!”

“Why would I? She is just some other pussy for you fuck when you’re feeling into the mood. She is not special, actually she is, if she was here when I still worked for you, Fuck… I would had shoved my dick into her cunt untill she bleeds. You got luck with that hot one, I mean Sherry is hot” Robbie says looking over Dwight giving a wink; “But that one?! She is hotter. What her name? Number 7? Number 8?” Negan punch him again and again.

“STOP” You scream making Negan stop and looking behind him, he face confused. “Let me smash his head” Negan realized you is referring to Lucille, he look at her and then at Robbie who was with a swollen face and blood coming out through his nose and mouth.

“Damn it, of course you can my doll. Hot diggity dog. Look at her everybody, she is just insane as me”. You give a small smile, but your eyes fixed on Robbie. You got closer to him, got Lucille and Negan step back. “Any last words you fucker?” You say playing Lucille carefully knowing that if you broke her Negan would be beyond angry.

“Just to tell you’re damn stupid if you think he loves you, trust me you would be better with me.” You laugh and look to the sky, “Seriously, that is the last line of your miserable life? Well, that’s just… It makes me sad… I mean, you should say something with more impact. Not a phrase that makes you seems more pathetic that you already seems. Come on, a second chance, you can do better than that”

“Fuck you, you cunt” You laugh while shakes your head “Fuck, you’re shit at dying, you know that?” And then you bring Lucille over his head, is such a powerful feeling. You get why Negan do it, she is heavy but, you feel like a heroine. When all you can see is blood and smashed pieces of what was a brain, you stop look at your side seeing the others guys looking at you with so much fear, the fear that they have of Negan.

You feel more flashbacks, flashbacks when you saw Negan killing your friends, and now you’re killing somebody friend in the same way. You get out of the though’s when you feel Lucille getting away of your right hand, you look around to see Negan with a happy and surprised face. “Damn, that’s is a big turn on. Hot damnit”. You let a shy smile.

“Okay fuckers, take a picture of that. And throw the body to the walkers.” Thomaz and Sean got the body. “Simon, Arat, make sure those fuckers go home safely, and well… make sure both of them let the others know exactly what happens with who messes with me, with us” he winks at you. Damn, you was kinda in shock but Negan is a sexy man. The sexier man alive in your view actually.

“Well, I will take a shower.” You say realising that’s blood everywhere on your shirt and a bit on your pants.

“I fucking want to join you doll. But I need see how it’s where those fuckers with a tank shoot. I don’t think it did some big damage, but I need to check it.” You nod and he got closer to kiss your forehead. Was that real? Negan showing a cute affection demonstration in public, you feel butterflies. When you turn around, you can feel his gaze on your hips and ass.

After some time, after a hot relaxing shower. Negan come to your room, he probably had a shower too, cause he is clean and without Lucille. “Why you aren’t on my room?” His says when he saw you picking some comfy clothes to sleep.

“I didn’t know if you want spend some time with one of the girls. And I definitely didn’t want to open the door and have a surprise.” You say without looking at him, disarming the gun and putting it on the small closet.

“What? Y/N after the hardening cock show you did out there, I think I couldn’t fuck any one else but you” he says getting closely to hug you, you move to get out of his grasp.

“Wow, you’re a real life gentleman” Negan realize your sarcastically mood.

“What? What you’re bitching about?”

“Nothing Negan, forget it” You say looking around the room to avoid his eyes. Those sexy eyes.

“No, tell me what’s wrong? Is because of that bastard? Cause come one darlin’ he deserved it”

“Is just… he sort had a point” You say while play with you hair.

“In exactly fuckin’ what ?”

“That I’m ‘just another pussy for you to fuck’” You say looking in his eyes.

“Seriously? That’s why you’re acting like that?” He says with a annoyed look; “Listen doll, you know you’re special to me” when he say that getting close to hold your cheeks on his hands, you got away of his grasp.

“Yes, cause this isn’t definitely something someone told to get laid before” You say rolling your eyes.

“Listen, I know the liars assholes you had deal with, but I’m a man of my fucking word darlin’. And if I say that you’re special is because you fucking are. Do you understand?” Negan say coming close to your body. The heat coming from him make you feel relaxed yet tense.

You nod, but wasn’t 100% sure about that; ‘Come on I don’t care if the world is shit and have corpses walking around eating people; Is hard see someone you love with someone else, fuck especially with a group of “someone else’s” ’ you thought.

“I don’t think you do” Negan say holding your hips and looking into your eyes “Let me show you how much especial you’re to me baby” he says quite on your ear, that sexy deep voice of his, anyone could get in the mood just hearing it.

“Show me” Was all it takes to he grab your hand and lead you two to his room. When got there he waste no time closing the door and coming back to you, to your lips, his kisses, damm it. So deep and sweet, and the way he suck your lower lip make your knees weak; and you know how weak he gets when you bite lightly his lips, so you start playing that tease game too. After some minutes of kisses you two sit on the couch, your legs kneeling in the side of his hips and your mouths working together like the were molded for it.

“Baby, is about you, get off your clothes and get to bed” Negan says with a voice of predator while kisses your neck.

“Take them off to me” You say putting your face in front of his to watch his pupils dilated with lust.

His eyes wild with desire, he take the end of your shirt putting out, while Negan see your bra he cup his hands around the fabric, while look up at you and start kissing the part above your beautiful breasts. You instantly start to grind your hips on his lap, needing some friction of that Greek god on this apocalyptic world.

“I love those, are one of my fucking favorites doll. But I prefer you without it” and then he unclasped it taking them slowly of your shoulders, watching how your hard nipples look already just for him. Negan let it fell and instantly get your right nipple on his mouth, sucking so lightly and sexy, is like he isn’t rushing anything. He wants you to feel it all. Want to prove a point to you.

“Oh Negan, oh baby” You says while putting your hand on the back of his head massaging it knowing that he loves it. He finish the right one to go for the left doing the same thing, but that time he is biting lightly while move your hips on his lap.

He stop his track on your breasts to start on your neck, while kissing it he see that have a part that It’s sort red and swollen. “What is that?” He says worried.

You put your hand on your neck, the part where “Robbie the robber” had licked, you forgot how hard it was trying to cleaning it at the hardest you could.

“Hmm, is because I wash it harshly, is where that guy licked”

“Son of bitch, I’m glad that bastard is dead. By the way well fucking done baby” he says kissing it, “I’m the one that can kiss here, and every-fucking-where on that hot ass body” he says kissing it while gripping your breasts on both hands, then you feel his hands going off your breasts to go to your hair, pulling it aside to have more space.

“Let’s go to bed, it need to be romantic tonight, other day we can do some foreplay over here” he smirk, knowing the effect it has on you when you remember one day the two of you were over here doing some “hot stuffs” when Simon came in and saw and you got really shy about it. And couldn’t face Simon for 2 weeks.

When you was starting to get up from his lap he shake his head “No no no, let me” then he lift you by my your thighs and walk through his bed. Is always pleasant lay on his bed, that bed is like a cloud. Is a luxurious that is rare on these days.

Negan start to taking of his jacket when you got up, get on your knees on the bed “Let me” and with his eyes locked on yours, you take it off letting hit the floor, then drag your fingers up and down on his biceps, analyzing the tattoos, passing your hands on his chest feeling it clench under the white shirt. Damn. That man was made by God on hands.

You take off his shirt and start to kiss his neck and his chest, you got the belt and start taking it off. You let it fell and start kissing his hip bone. And start kissing until get in the boxer line. He lift your chin carefully up like you was made by glass and with that sexy voice says “No darlin’, is for you remember?” And then you got to met his lips, he kiss you, more lustful that time, you two get in the bed and start making out, his colossal hands going through your hips, abdomen, breasts and going down again going to lift your ass making you grind in his fresh erection.

He stop, get your face on his hands and kiss you softly, when he get out to breath he look in your eyes “I fucking love you doll, don’t let any motherfucker or motherfucking thing change your mind about that.” You nod getting his face on your hands, his salt and pepper beard tickling lightly your hands, and since you whole body is relaxed it makes goosebumps. Negan start to kiss your nose, your forehead, your cheeks looking in your eyes again. Then he start kissing your temple, your jawline, and then neck and collarbone.

“Oh daddy” you let it out while feeling his hot wet kisses on your sweet spot.

“Yes darling?!” He say and you can feel his smiling on you neck between kisses when you called him that pet name.

“Please, do something” you say while grinding into his boxer looking for friction. And you felt it, his already hard as rock.

“I’m already doing it doll” he kisses between your breast.

“Quit teasing me Daddy” you say letting your head fell back on the pillow.

Negan kiss your body moving lower, he stop and kiss your hips biting it softly both of them. He take out your short shorts and drag it out of your fresh shaved legs, he kiss you from your toes to the legs until he reach your thighs biting and making hickies on it. When he get to your panties he look up and say “Goddamn darlin’, that’s a heavenly fucking view. If I get to chose how I’ll die, I would definitely pick that fucking view.” His words make shivers run up your spine. 'How can he be that hot?!’ You thought and somehow you think he can hear it since he smirks.

Suddenly he put his hand on your left leg, lifting up putting it on his back, and then you feel he licking your wet folds outside the thin red pantie. He licked it over and over, slowly his beautiful lips press on your clit, your back arch with that sensation. He take your leg off his shoulder and then he gets the sides of the pantie and put it out of you, you look at him with desire wanting to have him inside you already.

Negan look at your beautiful pussy and let a moan with some line like “Holy fuck”, you aren’t sure since you’re desperate for him. He kiss above your clit, kiss your folds, kiss close to your entrance, kiss everywhere but your clit. Then he bring his long finger and put one inside you and start kissing your clit, then he insert a second finger and start moving it faster and you instantly grab your breast trying to make it even better, you start grinding on the bed and Negan left arm grab your hips making you unable to move. When you thought it wasn’t getting any better he put a third finger there you moan loudly at the sensation, he keep moving inside you, then he curled it, and you can feel a burning sensation on your lower belly, a fire. “Fuck doll, I can feel you about to come, just the way you’re squeezing my fuckin’ fingers” he saying practically moaning, kissing your clit harshly. And all that sensations and that deep voice was enough to send you over the edge. Yours hips bucking up still being holding by his arm as you feel the wave go through your body, you put your hands on his beautiful hair, squeezing it lightly. When you calmed down a little you look down looking at Negan while he suck his fingers.

He got up kissing your body again until he reach your upper lip kissing it softly. You moan and put your hands on his neck putting his face towards you, you two make out and then you move and now you’re on top of him. He look at you, massage your sides with his hands up and down your hips and go to you breasts, he get up and kiss your lips again, you got lost in the kiss that you didn’t even realised he move you again and he is above you. He start kiss your neck, your face, your temple and over and over, you can feel you become wetter and needy for him. He drag his hand to your ass cheek and turn your body, now you’re laying on your stomach. Negan start kissing behind your neck, going down, he get on your ass cheeks and start kissing it and biting lightly, while he kiss one he put his hand on the other massaging it and giving some slaps on it and then massaging again. “Ahh” you let as a moan when you feel the slap. He keep working there, and then he get higher, kissing your lower back licking, kissing, biting, sucking. The sensations burning in you. Then he get higher and get on your ear “Damn it darlin’, your body is a fucking masterpiece. Fuck I could worship you all day long”, then he get your hair and pull it making you getting up putting your head on his solid body, you moan and he moan back. You can feel his cock grinding on your butt cheeks. Damn it.

Negan moved you, now you’re on your left side and Negan on his right, you kiss him and go kiss his neck, you see a opportunity and start pumping his cock up and down slowly making him moan on your mouth. He is so hard that is almost painful for him. You let a little giggle on his neck licking and biting it.

“Enough, I can’t cum without making you cum again.” He says grabbing your hand of off his marvelous cock.

“What a gentleman” You say the second time in that day.

“For the right one I can fucking be baby girl” he say giving a sexy grin.

Then he kiss you and put you closely to his body, you can feel his erection on your thigh and you moan immediately. You can’t get any longer without feeling him inside you.

Then he put your right leg upper his hips and positioned himself inside you, you two look at each other eyes, Negan kiss you lustful and put his hands in your back pulling you even closer to him, like he never want you to let go. You put your arms around him, one under him and holding his left shoulder, and the other on his ribs massaging it. He guide himself inside you slowly, strengthening every inch, he moan on your mouth and stop kissing to close his eyes, probably lost in the pleasure of your bodies becoming one.

When he get all in, he start slamming into you. You can feel his thick, long cock hitting places you didn’t know it has, maybe on that position it make it deeper.

After kisses, trusts, you can feel the pleasure building again, that time harder and even better, your walls start to get tight around him and it makes him getting almost there too.

When you come around his cock moaning on his mouth he open he eyes to watch your face, your face that is overflowing with pleasure because of him. He put you on your back and trust a feel more times riding your orgasm. Then you put your legs around his lower back, putting him even closer. Then with all the pression and pleasure he feel his orgasm going to hit and you feel another wave hitting you, a smaller that time, but still good.

He get his cock out of your pussy and cum on your stomach, getting a bit on your breasts. He lie in your side, both of you tired mess after that great feeling.

“Holy fuck, that was hot as fuck. I mean I never made that position before, I thought that shit was cheesy. But fuck, I think I cum so hard on that way, like that fucking grenade you throw on the fucking tank earlier.” You giggle after hearing his language. You found sexy but funny sometimes.

He get up and you see him going to his bathroom to get a wet towel. 'Look at that ass’ you thought. When he come back he see you with your legs in a knee position moving it lightly, happy after what just had happened; 'She is so motherfucking cute. Hot damm it’ he thought. He gets into you and clean you up, then he went to his bathroom and throw the tower somewhere.

He get back and lay on the massive bed. “Goddamn baby, I know we just have a great ass time, but seeing you with all my cum on that beautiful body, fuck. I can feel my dick rising like the fucking sun” He says with a stupid smile on his face. “But I thought it had more on your titties” you look at him with a grin, and in the most sexual way you could find you say “It has” then he make a surprise face “Damn darlin’, you can fucking show me it later”.

You get up, to get his shirt and your pantie putting on your body “Am i going to sleep here?” You ask hoping he say yes.

“Hell fucking yes you will. Get you beautiful ass over here” you get into the bed, laying on his chest, he caress your hair and you fell asleep.

Holy shit, we were made for each other Negan thought drifting to sleep. Was a hard day with some rebels, but now laying in his bed in security and with his favorite fucking person in the world in his chest. Robbie the shitty robber wasn’t right no fuckin’ at all, she is not another pussy. She is my love. Negan thought giving a lightly kiss on your head and drifting to sleep.

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little comets (1/?)

okay so this is a tumblr-exclusive ficlet for the kids who came with me when i had to jump ship on my old blog and move to this one. 

like in 12″ by 8″, Kara and Lena have been canon through s1 in this story. i’m sure this prompt has been done a thousand times, but i promised fluff, and i’ve always wanted to do plotless fluff on this prompt lmao.

it’s mostly just little snippets.


The night is alive around them, neon lights flickering in city windows and creating the illusion that they are surrounded by quiet fireflies. 
Kara stares at the pod, J’onn’s hand on her shoulder, the cold air hovering like a lookout, watching over them. There is a moment – an infinite moment that is somehow also far too short – where anything could be in the pod, anyone.
Her mother.
Her father.
Her best friend from school when she was young. 
A complete and total stranger who shares her culture and history, and has come to lessen the ever-aching weight on her spine.
She wants to stay frozen in that world of possibility forever, where nothing ever must be real or unreal ever again. 
But she can’t, so she uses her super-speed to rip off the band-aid, and tears the pod open in a fraction of a second. The faster the less painful. 
She looks down, bracing herself the renewed loss of all the people it turns out not to be. 
Oh.

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Uncle Steve

Summary: Steve gets to experience being an uncle for the first time.

Warnings: Uncle!Steve, Dad!Bucky, fluff

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve

Word Count: 525

A/N: Another rewrite while I work on stuff. Let me know what you think!

Originally posted by lufelicity

Since you’ve delivered your daughter you and Bucky hadn’t had a single night to yourselves.

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