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NCT | Feeling better?

Genre: smut (don’t read if you’re not comfortable)

Pairing: reader x Yuta

Word count: 3,395 (oh my)

AN: hey! I haven’t posted for like a week now omg. I’ve been quite busy and also this took me a while bc it’s my first ever smut so I was super nervous about it. Let me know what y’all think also thanks for 400 followers!

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The Killers - There is a light that never goes out (The Smiths cover)

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Promise #1

HI guys! This is my very first imagine, so I hope you like it! If you have any suggestions on improvements, msg me! x

This is a bit long, sorry!

Requests are open! I only do Teen Wolf right now, Sorry!


Originally posted by amphitritebelle

“Promise me that you’ll come home safe.” You said to your boyfriend, who was about to leave to meet up with Lydia after she texted him, saying they should meet at the library.

Scott turns around and smiles at you. “Don’t worry love, I’m a true alpha. I promise.” He kisses you on the forehead before leaving. 

You were suspicious of the text Lydia sent to him. You didn’t have to be a banshee to know something bad is about to happen. You were scared that Scott would get hurt or worse: die. Scott always knew what you were thinking. But this time, it was different. He didn’t ask about it. Sometimes I felt that he cared about his friends more than he cared about me. 

He promised he would come home safe and with that promise you were able to put all the thoughts aside. Until you got a call from Mason.

“Y/N! I need your help! I don’t know where Liam is but Hayden is dying!“ 

“Mason, calm down. I’m on my way.” You hang up and quickly grab your keys. When you arrived, Melissa and Mason were there. 

“I don’t think she can make it. You guys have to find Liam.” You nodded. 

“Scott went to the library so maybe we could ask him to find his beta?” Mason nods and the two of you head out. 

Mason was ahead of you when your car suddenly broke down. You gestured Mason to keep going. When he was gone, you called a tow truck. A tow truck arrived in ten minutes. You were left stranded after the tow truck took your car. That’s when you felt something. Something bad was happening. You felt it so you ran towards the library. 

You couldn’t believe your eyes when you got there. Scott was in the middle of the room with blood all over his face. 

“Scott?” You whispered. Tears threatened to fall.  

“Y/N. I’m sorry.” Mason said to you. You ran up to Scott’s body.

“NO! SCOTT! YOU PROMISED ME! YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULD COME BACK SAFE AND SOUND! YOU PROMISED THAT YOU’LL NEVER LEAVE ME! PLEASE DON’T LIE TO ME! SCOTT, WAKE UP PLEASE! YOU CAN’T BE DEAD. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO WITHOUT YOU? SCOTT PLEASE WAKE UP. I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON’T GO…” You cried. You were so upset that you didn’t even realize Melissa was there and was trying to do CPR on him. Melissa hits him in the chest very hard and Scott wakes up and roars. He slowly sits up. The first thing he notices was you crying. He reaches out to hug you. You hug him back. 

“Don’t cry y/n, I’m right here. I promised you that I’ll come home safe. And I never break my promise. Because I love you, and I care for you, more than anything else.” He wipes your tears away while you wipe the blood on his face away. He caresses you cheek before kissing you deeply. 

“I love you, Scott Mccall.” I mumble between kisses. 

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N. And I promise you, that I’ll come home safe after every dangerous journey I have.” All you had to hear was that and you instantly forgot about every worry. Scott Mccall was a hero and you were deeply in love with a hero.


Originally posted by iwouldgiveyouthebite

“Promise me you’ll love her as much as you loved me.” You said to your ex-boyfriend, Stiles. He told you he wanted to ask Lydia out and he needed you approval as you were Lydia’s best friend. 

“I promise y/n, I’ll love her as much as I loved you.” He said smiling sadly, before he left your house. When the door closed, you fell to the ground. You had just lost the love of life and now you’re giving him to your best friend. The two of you broke up because you were growing apart and never had time to be alone together. You were glad nobody was home to watch you breakdown.

You cried for days when you were at home. When you got home from school, you would lock yourself in your room and cried. Your mom tried to comfort you but you pushed her away. Nobody realized that you were broken on the inside. Everyday, you walked to school with a smile on your face, greeted your teachers and classmates happily. But you were faking everything. At lunch, you sat with the pack. Scott was flirting with Kira, Liam was flirrting with Hayden, Mason was flirting with Corey and Stiles… Oh god, he was flirting with your best friend. Your friends were all happy and in love, but you weren’t. Every single day you saw the same thing, kissing, flirting. And you hated it.

A few weeks later, at a pack meeting, you witnessed Stiles kiss Lydia. It was almost a make-out. It broke your heart and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“um.. I’m sorry guys, I have to go.” You said grabbing your things and hurrying out the door. 

“Y/n wait.” You heard Scott. You didn’t listen. You just walked out. You got in your car and drove home. Once you got home, you ran straight to your room, but forgetting to lock it. You broke down. 

“Honey, are you alright?” You heard your mom ask. You shake your head.

“Awh honey, tell me what’s wrong. I’m getting worried about you.”

And you told her, everything. From the day you fell in love with Stiles Stilinski to the day you pushed him out of your life. Your mom knew how you were feeling and she gave you advice. After a long talk, your mom finally left you in peace. Your tears had dried up and sat there, staring at nothing. Your stomach growled. You headed downstairs to find some food when someone knocked at the door.

“Mom, I’ll get the door.” You yelled. When you opened the door, Stiles Stilinski was there.


“What are you doing here?” 

“Scott told me to check up on you.” 

“It could’ve been anyone, why you?”

“B-because I live the closest to you.”

“Whatever. Look Stiles, I’m okay. You can go now.” You try to close the door but Stiles stops you.

“Y/n who’s at the do- Oh Stiles! Come on in!” Your mom said. Suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore.

“See you at school then.” You told Stiles and headed up the stairs. 

“Y/n, can I talk to you?” You sighed and turned back around. 

“What?” You snapped. 

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been distant from all of us, especially Lydia, your best friend. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me.” You stated.

“Y/n, I know you and this isn’t you. What happened to the real you? The one who’s always bubbly and happy? The one that enjoys her life?”

“You think I don’t enjoy my life?” You question. “Is it my fault that everyone around me is happy and in love while I’m just here watching the love of my life be happy with my best friend? Of course, I’m okay with my ex-boyfriend dating my best friend because I’m the one who pushed them together. Everyone around me is happy and I have no one. I already lost the love of my life and I’m losing my best friend too so why not just lose everyone?”

“Wait what?”

“I’m happy to see you moved on, and I’m happy my best friend has you. But it just breaks my heart to see you with her because I never stopped loving you and god, would I ever stop?” Tears threatened to fall, but you managed to stay strong. “Please just leave. If you want me to be the real me, just leave and never come back in my life again.” And then you headed back up to your room, where you locked yourself in for the rest of the night. 

The next few days, you stayed home. You declined phone calls from your friends and ignored their texts. Everyone was worried about you. But you didn’t want to see anymore lovebirds. You were tired of life, tired of living. Until one Friday night.

You were home alone as your mom had a night shift, and you were watching TV, when you heard someone knock on the door. You get up to open it and it revealed a Stiles Stilinski.

“What do you want again?” You said, annoyed. He walks in. 

“I was checking up on you. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for concerning.”

“Good.” There was an awkward moment of silence.”I broke the promise.” You raise you eyebrows. 


“I once promised you that I’ll love Lydia as much as I loved you. But I broke it because I kinda… broke up with her.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!” You shouted, standing up furiously. “Listen up, if you hurt my best friend, I will-” 

“Wait, I broke up with her because I couldn’t love her the same way I loved you!”


“I still love you Y/N. I always did and I always will.” Shocked at what he just said, you tumbled back, almost falling on top of the coffee table if Stiles didn’t grab your arm in time.

“Hold on.” You hurried into the washroom. As you washed your face, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You questioned yourself. Do you really love Stiles? Flashing back to all the memories you had with him, you found your answer. You ran out of the washroom. “I love you too.” You said, running up to Stiles and kissing him. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” you mumbled between kisses. 

At last, you were home. You were happy. There was nothing more you wanted than to be in Stiles Stilinski’s arms everyday.


Originally posted by inveens

a/n: this ones a long one sorry!

“Promise me you’ll come back to Beacon Hills.” You said to Isaac, who was leaving with Chris Argent to France. You had a huge crush on Isaac ever since he became part of Scott’s pack. Unfortunately, he liked Allison, who had died saving her friends. You and Isaac were close like best friends.

“I’ll be back y/n, I promise.” He smiles before leaving with Chris. You stood outside the door, waving at them. You may have looked happy, but that didn’t fool your twin brother Stiles. 

“Y/n, there are plenty fish in the sea. You don’t have to go after one only.” Stiles states from behind you. You tell your brother everything. He was the first to know when you were bit by Scott. Stiles was mad when he heard it, but calmed down when you told him it was to save your life. You sighed at him.

“Go away, Stiles.” Then, you headed towards your room.Weirdly, Stiles didn’t retaliate.

It has been one year since Isaac left with Chris. The pack was facing the deadpool. Scott had a new beta, Liam, who became your best friend instantly on the day he was bitten. You still remember how it happened:

“Stiles, Y/n. You made it.”

“Like I said, I told my dad everything I could.” Stiles explained

“But you didn’t tell him about Liam?” 

“You barely told us about Liam. What did you do with him anyway?”

“He’s upstairs.” 

“Doing what?” I asked.

“Lying down.”

Scott led the two of you into his bathroom where a young boy was tied up in duck tape. Stiles reminds Scott that his plans suck and gets Liam onto a chair.

“Liam, we’re going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off. Got it? Okay.” You said and took off the tape.

"Okay, Liam, now you’ve seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight. Do you understand?” Stiles said.

“Not really.” 

“Stiles, you’re confusing him.” You told your brother.

“Good. That’s good.” 

“I don’t understand either.” Scott stated. You mentally face-palmed.  

“Maybe you should tell him.” Stiles decided, looking at me.

"Tell me what?” 

"Liam… What happened to you, what Scott did to you, which he had to do in order to save you, it’s going to change you.”  You said calmly.

"Unless it kills you. Shouldn’t have said that.”  You shoot a death glare at your brother.

"What?” Liam starts to cry.

“Liam, hon, its okay. You’re gonna be alright. You’re not gonna die.” 

“Probably not.” You send another death glare towards Stiles.

“Stop it Stiles. Guys, help me untie him.” The three of you untied him. “Liam? Are you okay?” Liam got up and grabbed the chair, swinging it at Scott. I stand in shock of what just happened.

“Liam, what the hell is your…” Liam punches Stiles in his face. I stifle a laugh before Liam grabs me and runs out the room together. We made it to the end of the hallway when Liam noticed that his ankle has healed. You giggle.

“You shouldn’t have done that. But it was fun. You are my new best friend from now on.” Stiles and Scott tumble out of the room, chasing after Liam. They all fall down the stairs. Liam manages to escape them as I follow him. Looking back, I see the boys all tangled up with each other. You laugh.


“Oh, Its y/n.” You smile.  That was how your friendship came to be.

Right now, you were all worried about the dead pool.  You and Liam were both worth $9M. You had totally forgotten about Isaac. Well, until he came back.

It was as Liam’s first lacrosse game after he transferred. You sat at the bleachers cheering for your best friend, your brother and your alpha, even though they were losing badly to Devenford Prep. You took notice in the guy Liam hated, Brett Talbot. He was cute. Your eyes wandered to another boy wearing a scarf. He looked familiar but you couldn’t recognize him. He looked towards the bleachers and made eye contact with you. He smiles and waves. Confused, you head towards him.

“Hey, do I know you?” You ask. He smiles.

“Lahey, Isaac Lahey.” Your eyes widen. “There we go, Now you remember me.”

“W-what? H-how? Why are you b-back?” You stutter at your words. He grins.

“Well, I promise someone a year ago that I would come back to Beacon Hills. Plus I was getting bored in France.”

“Hey you, Lahey! You’re back! Now go get dressed and play!” the coach suddenly yells at Isaac. 

“Wait w-what? N-No, I’m only here to watch, not to play. Coach I-I can’t!”

“Too bad Lahey! Get on the field!”

“ahh god damn it. I can’t, I just can’t. I’m not ready. It’s too much!” He says. 

“Isaac, calm down.”

“You don’t understand Y/n! I can’t, I’m not ready!”

“Shhh, Isaac, breathe. Calm down”

“I just can’t -” You grab his cheeks.

“Shhh, Isaac, everything is gonna be okay. Breathe.” The distance between you and him was small. You stared into Isaac’s eyes. Beautiful eyes but they had nervousness in it. You can smell how anxious he was. You feel your heart beat quicken.

“What if.. I embarrass myself.  What if I-” You kissed him before he even finished his sentence. Your heart was beating like a drum. When you kissed, him, you felt fireworks. Everything around the two of you stopped. It wasn’t until Coach blew his whistle at us did you guys stop.

“Lahey, get you ass out there.” He yells. Using my hearing abilities, I am able to hear Coach mumble, “Teenagers and their stupid hormonal self.” I laugh and look back towards Isaac. You blush.

“You can do it, Isaac. I believe in you.” You told him seriously, before running back to your seat, smiling like a doofus. When you sat down, you saw Stiles gesturing towards you. You sighed and went towards him. Liam and Scott came too.

“I’m disappointed y/n.” you look at your brother in confusion.

“Yea y/n, you never did that to me.” Liam pouted. You look at him in confusion. Scott laughs. 

“I think you’re confusing her.” Still confused, you turn to Liam.

“So you can have a full-on make out with that Lahey dude, but you won’t even give me a good luck kiss. I’m hurt.” Liam explains, crossing his arms. You roll your eyes and kissed Liam on the cheek.

“There. Are you happy now?” He shakes his head. You giggle and then give him a big hug. He hugs back. He starts to shower me with kisses all over your head.

“Stay away from my sister, Dunbar.” Stiles shouts, pulling us away. 

“Stilinski, Mccall, Dunbar. Get out there!” Coach shouts at the boys. You grin as you push them onto the field.

“Wait, y/n I love you.” Liam states before getting on. you blush faintly, even though you knew he meant it as a friendly way.

“I love you too loser.” you whispered. You knew he heard you when he looks at you with a smile on his face.

The game has finally ended. Beacon Hills lost. You were waiting for the boys outside the locker room when Isaac came out. 

“Hey y/n. I have a question to ask you.” You faintly smile, thinking about your kiss.

“Would you like to go out with me?” He says quickly.”Um, you don’t have to say yes. I mean, I’m fine if you rejected me. Because it’s okay if you don’t like me that way. I was just thinking ever since I left, about you. And I realized that I loved you more than a friend. I don’t know-”

“Of course, I would love to go out with you. I liked you since you became part of Scott’s pack.” You smile. One of your dreams had come true. From them on, you and Isaac started dating. You’ve never been more in love. Although, Liam was jealous of you and him as you ditched Liam for your boyfriend, he never been more happy for you. Everything changed in your eyes and nothing worried you when you were with him.

Part 2 with Liam, Theo and Brett? I already have it ready to start writing so It will come out but I just wanted all your suggestions

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
—  The Smiths, There is A Light that Never Goes Out

“Capturing Her Damaged Heart”

Rated M. See chapter 1 for list of warnings. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: A deadly disease plagues the world. People are dying, the dead are rising. The infection spreads too fast to stop. Everyone tries their best to survive in this post-apocalyptic world, but things get messy for Natsu when he finds a blonde woman on one of his missions. Natsu takes it upon himself to help her, protect her, and accidentally fall in love with her? Zombie Apocalypse AU. Hurt/comfort, angst, romance.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

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*No warnings needed for this chapter, besides that it’s 10.5K words long. Have fun with that. I couldn’t find a spot I wanted to split it, so hope no one minds. If anything you can always pause and come back later if it gets to be too much. Chapters usually won’t be this long in the future.

Chapter Four: Fairy Tail

(October 4th, 2017, Wednesday Afternoon)

Natsu loaded another trash bag full of stuff into his truck. The bed was full, so he used the backseat for everything else he couldn’t fit. He found out quickly Lucy wasn’t able to lift the bags herself, so he had her upstairs loading clothes and whatever else she could find into bags for him to grab.

Of course, this was after Natsu asked her to gather all her things, only to find out she owned nothing besides the steak knife. Frowning, Natsu grabbed Max’s backpack and started collecting items he thought she might need.

He pocketed Max’s room key before heading to the upstairs bathroom with her, headlamp on his head with it turned on. “Fairy Tail lets you keep whatever you show up with,” he explained, putting the bottles of women’s body wash and shampoo into her bag. “The only exception is food, water, medical supplies, and weapons.”

Natsu shoved a towel, a pack of cotton swabs, tweezers, and nail clippers into the bag. “You’ll need stuff to start out with before you can go to the commissary to get more stuff.”

“I s-see,” Lucy mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Her knife was downstairs, so he didn’t worry about her attacking him… again.

He grabbed toothpaste and one of the toothbrushes, muttering an apology about her not getting a new one yet. She didn’t seem to mind, keeping quiet as she watched him put more items in the bag.

“Can you do me a favor?” Natsu asked, knowing the chances of her replying were slim. “I don’t wanna sound like a dick,” he grabbed the bottle of mouthwash and a stick of deodorant before facing her, “but can you use these? My nose is pretty sensitive…”

Lucy accepted the items, lowering her gaze as she used the deodorant first. Natsu gave her privacy, looking under the sink to grab more supplies. He didn’t want to offend her, but he couldn’t take the stench any longer.

Cocking his head, Natsu’s eyes landed on a box of pads. He hadn’t thought of it before, but he realized she needed girl-specific items. Putting the box in the bag, he hoped ‘regular’ was good for her. Growing up around mostly guys, he didn’t know a lot about feminine issues.

“Fairy Tail has extra mattresses and blankets, so you don’t have to worry about those.” Natsu held the bag out to her, waiting for her to place the items in her hand inside. She smelled slightly better, but his nose still twitched involuntarily.

Natsu grabbed a hairbrush before telling Lucy to follow him downstairs. She obeyed, remaining silent the entire time. He felt weird when he spoke, not knowing if she was going to respond or not. He wondered why she didn’t like speaking to him. It wasn’t as if he was bad company. 'Or maybe I am?’ He had no clue.

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Riverdale Imagine: Guilty? Part 3

A/N: Okay this is the last part to my Guilty? mini-series. I hope you guys enjoy - let me know what you think??

Summary: The unlikely group of the reader, Cheryl, Jughead, and Betty investigate into Jason’s murder together. The investigation takes a surprising turn when one of Jughead and Betty’s best friends appears to be involved.

Warning: fake spoilers

Approx 1600 words

It had been two months since Cheryl had confronted me down by Sweetwater River about Jason’s murder, two months since we found Jason’s journal, and two months since someone had stolen it. Cheryl and I had joined Jughead and Betty in their investigation into the murder for the school paper. Although this was sometimes problematic – Cheryl and Jughead notoriously hated each other, and I wasn’t on the best terms with Betty considering what happened between Jason and her sister – we figured that we had more of a chance to uncover something together. So here we were, lounging around in the office of The Blue and Gold, staring up at our largely-empty crime board, desperately trying to come up with a new lead.

“Maybe we’re trying too hard to think outside the box” I suggested. “Maybe we need to begin looking into people at school instead of coming up with some ridiculous and fancy theory? Most people are killed by someone they know right?”

“We’ve tried Y/N. Nobody has a big enough motive” Jughead groaned.

“If no one has an obvious motive, then we find one dumbass” Cheryl spat, giving him one of her classic glares.

“Y/N is right” Betty piped up, giving me an encouraging smile. “We should start seriously looking at Jason’s friends, the people he hung out with the most.”

“That’s the whole football team Betts!” Jughead exclaimed. “They hate me enough already.”

“Well isn’t it just perfect that I am adored by all?” Cheryl said brightly while Jughead mumbled something inaudible. “Y/N and I will get the dirt on them using our feminine charms, while you two can go back to holding hands or whatever you do. Meet us at Pop’s at 5pm my minions!”

I just had time to smile apologetically at Jughead’s I am not her minion glare before Cheryl flounced out of the room and down the corridor, calling for me to catch up as she headed for the boys locker rooms.


By the time Cheryl and I had reached Pop’s and slid into our regular booth by 5pm, we were both disheartened. None of Jason’s teammates could tell us anything; in fact the only thing they seemed able to talk about at all was football and girls, of which neither topic was useful to our investigation. As we miserably stirred our milkshakes and picked at our fries, Jughead and Betty burst into the diner and hastily slid into our booth. Pale-faced, Jughead pushed something across the table towards us; it was a small leather-bound book. There was a pause before Cheryl broke the silence, her voice like ice.

“Where did you – ”

Betty bit her lip in concern and Jughead fidgeted with his beanie before he replied.

“It was in Archie’s locker. I was with him when he was getting his math book and I noticed it on the shelf. It looked so much like the book that you described that I just grabbed it when he wasn’t looking. And when I opened it I realised that I was right.” His voice was shaking; I could tell that he was in shock.

“Archie Andrews?” I asked in disbelief. Sweet-natured, oblivious, endearing Archie Andrews stole Jason’s journal from my house? “Why would he do that? Do you think he killed Jason?”

“Perhaps he is covering for the person who did?” Betty suggested hopefully. I knew that Archie and Betty had been best friends since childhood so this must really be killing her.

“Besides, what motive would he have? Archie is the most motiveless person I have ever met!” Jughead interjected.

“Wanting to be captain of the football team?” Cheryl hissed viciously, I held her hand under the table and squeezed it gently.

“He turned that down when it was awarded to him, he wanted to do music.” Betty corrected her.

“Where was he on the weekend of July 4th anyway? Surely he was with one of you guys?” I questioned, gesturing to Jughead and Betty. Just as the words left my lips Jughead paled as his eyebrows drew together in concern. “What is it Jug?” I asked gently.

“He was supposed to come on a road trip with me” – I could hear panic in his voice now – “but he cancelled last minute.”


Six hours later, when both Archie and his dad had gone to bed, the four of us were creeping up Archie’s driveway under the cover of darkness. We had spent the last few hours hiding in Jughead’s car – which he inconspicuously parked around the block – and I was thankful to be out, Jughead and Cheryl had been engaged in a heated argument over Archie’s innocence which both Betty and I had tried unsuccessfully to break up. Jughead and I were told to watch the house, in case either Archie or Fred decided to come outside for whatever reason, while Betty and Cheryl set to work on Archie’s truck. Within ten minutes they had broken in and had climbed inside, I could hear them rummaging around for any evidence when I heard Cheryl call my name.

“Y/N!” she hissed, “come here!”

Both Jughead and I moved over to the boot of the truck where she was standing. Inside there was a black duffle-bag that Cheryl had unzipped. As Betty shone her torch into it my gaze fell upon two pieces of incriminating evidence; Jason’s iconic letterman jacket and Sherriff Keller’s missing case-files. Before any of us could say anything, or even process what was in front of us, we heard a creak as the back door swung open and Archie emerged, shirtless and wearing a pair of running shorts. I cursed under my breath as Betty shut her torch off and we all ducked behind the truck. Archie jogged past us, clearly wrapped up in his own thoughts as he didn’t notice four teenagers crouched on the ground, and headed down the street.

“Well that isn’t suspicious at all!” Cheryl whispered sarcastically, “It’s not like murderers roam around at night or anything!” For once, Jughead and Betty were both speechless as they failed to find a logical reason for Archie’s midnight outing. Cheryl took this as a confirmation of her suspicions. “Well come on then, lets follow him you morons! He might even lead us straight to the crime scene if we’re lucky.”

“We’re missing something” I whispered, “it’s all too easy Cher! We have found nothing for months and then suddenly three pieces of evidence in one day? I’m not buying it.”

“Well we aren’t going to find anything else just sitting here! Come on!” Jughead whispered urgently as he rose to his feet and sprinted over to his car, beckoning us to follow.


We silently drove behind Archie with our headlights off and staying as far behind him as possible for what seemed like hours. Eventually, he stopped outside a house on the other side of town and proceeded to bang on the door. As we all peered through the passenger side to try and see who answered the door, Cheryl gasped.

“Oh my god! I know whose house this is. It’s that slutty music teacher… Miss Grundy? Jason used to take private piano lessons from her and sometimes I would pick him up from her house.” She whispered excitedly, clearly delighted with herself for providing vital information.

“I don’t think that’s what Archie’s there for” Jughead snorted, “did you ever pick Jason up at midnight after one of these lessons?” He yelped as Cheryl elbowed him maliciously.

“You two stay here and keep watch, me and Betty are going to see if we can get into her car.” I whispered to them, glaring at Cheryl.

A couple of minutes later, Betty and I were sitting in the front seats of Miss Grundy’s car. I raised my eyebrows at her, impressed with her handiwork; she had broken into the car like the perfect criminal. She blushed at my expression.

“Dad and I fix cars together sometimes” she explained, “now look for any evidence, quickly before Archie comes back outside!”

Together we shifted through Miss Grundy’s belongings, carefully replacing everything exactly where we found it to avoid suspicion. Just as I was reaching under the passenger chair, my hands ran over something hard and unusually cool. Pulling it towards me, I realised it was a metal box. I handed it to Betty and retrieved a hair-pin from my messy-bun, quickly unpicking the lock just as Jason had taught me when we were kids. As I opened it, I felt disappointed as I was greeted by scraps of paper, but after I read a couple, I realised that Betty and I were sitting in a crime scene. One piece read:

I was walking home from Y/N’s house last night and I saw Miss Grundy’s car parked on a deserted street. I wouldn’t have thought it out of the ordinary until I noticed that it wasn’t empty, but had two people in it…

I confronted Miss Grundy at my piano lesson this week about what I saw between her and Archie Andrews. She denied it but I know what I saw. I know that she will lose her job, but I’m going to report her to the authorities…

“Oh My God Y/N” Betty stammered as I saw her point at something at the bottom of the metal box, it was a gun. I knew immediately that it was the weapon that had killed Jason as a sick feeling crept over me as looked at it nestling amongst other the scraps of Jason’s journal.

“I think we need to call Sherriff Keller…”

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It’s You and Me Part 2 - Carl Grimes x Reader


It’s You and Me Part 1

Reader is in alliance with Negan. They go to Alexandria to get supplies from Rick but Reader meets Carl there. Carl finds her in her house and tries to talk to her about what happened.

Warnings: Swearing

Part 3 coming soon…

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

It had been months since you left your life behind, your friends, your family, everything. You were different now, you weren’t Y/n, you were Negan. When the Alexandrians shut you out, he let you in. He treated you as if you were his child. You would spend your days with his wives or just doing things around the Sanctuary. You couldn’t understand why Negan had taken you in. It didn’t seem right. You assumed it was because he wanted to spite Rick but you’d told him many times that Rick didn’t give a shit about you. Negan liked you, you were a useful asset. You could fight, you weren’t afraid of the Walkers and you did as you were told, mostly. That’s why he kept you around.

“Y/n! There you are I’ve been looking for you.” Negan said to you as you chatted with his wives at dinner. You looked up at him, he had Lucille hanging by his side, he meant business.

“How can I help?” You said looking him in the eye. You had no reason to be scared of him, so you weren’t. He flashed a devious smile. 

“Just pack your rucksack and meet me by the trucks in ten minutes. We’re gonna go and have some fun for the day.” And with that he walked away, swinging Lucille as he went.

Obediently, you got up and traipsed to your room. The room was nice, Negan had gotten you everything you’d wanted, including a games console. So you were happy, it wasn’t much but it was home. Like Negan had said, ten minutes later you met him at the truck with your backpack slung over your shoulder. 

“There’s my superstar. Come on, Y/n. Hop in.” He said gesturing to the passenger seat beside him. All the trucks were manned and ready to go. Wherever you were going, you were gonna come back with a lot. 

You drove for about an hour until it dawned on you. You recognised these woods and trees, you recognised the very road you’d walked and driven along many times. You remembered the last time you walked along it, with tears in your eyes and a knife in your hand. As you turned the corner, you gasped. The truck stopped. Negan jumped out but you remained frozen in your seat. 

You were sat infront of the gates to Alexandria.

You were jolted out of your faze by Negan rapping on the window, “Come on Y/n, time to see some old friends.” You shot him a look. These people were anything but your friends. 

Following orders, you stepped out the car, as the gates rolled open.

There it was. Alexandria. Your home.

You felt the urge to cry but you cleared your throat and stood up straight, you were not going to give in to the pain you’d been so desperately trying to hold back. Negan placed a hand on your back and pushed you inside beside him.The street looked the same, the houses lining each side, the bushes along the pavement. You were taking it all in, absorbing the memories. That was when you saw them, Rick, Daryl, Michonne and Carl. They hadn’t changed much, Carl needed a haircut and Rick needed to shave. But besides that, they were the same. They were all walking towards you and Negan. You clenched your jaw tight and looked away, you didn’t want to look them in the eye. You didn’t want to feel ashamed for siding with Negan because it was their fault. They pushed you away, they pretended you didn’t exist, they stopped loving you. You didn’t need to feel regret. You brought your head back up, trying to muster an intimidating stare.

“Shall we begin?” Negan asked, nudging you.

“I don’t see why not.” You said smiling back at him, trying desperately to hide the hurt you were feeling.

He turned around to face the rest of the group, “Okay, let’s start loading stuff onto the trucks.”

The group dispersed into smaller groups, roaming around, looking for things to take. You walked quickly up the road, no one was with you. You didn’t want them to be. You kept walking briskly, not wanting to have to stop and talk to anyone. 

Then you stopped, you were outside your old house. It looked the same, you traipsed up the porch steps, and they still had the familiar creak. You reached out and grabbed the door handle, pushing the door open.

It was all the same, nothing had moved. Everything was as you left it. You walked over to the sofa, it still had your favourite blanket on it. You picked it up, remembering all the times Carl would wrap you in it and you would lie there together. You put the blanket back on the sofa neatly and went up the stairs. 

When you entered your room, you saw the clothes you had left behind, including some of Carl’s plaid shirts. He had given them to you and you would wear them all the time when you were together. You brought them closer to you, they still smelled like him.

There was a creak from the hallway and you whipped around. There he was, Carl. His face was expressionless but his eyes were sad as they looked you up and down.


Hi? You hadn’t seen him in months and you decided to open with ‘Hi’. What the hell was wrong with you?


That was his response, like yours, it wasn’t a great conversation starter.

“Er, so how are things?” You asked staring at the floor, unable to look him in the eye. 

“Seriously, Y/n? It’s been months and you’re just gonna drop back in and pretend you give a shit? Cut the crap.” He said, his voice angry and emotional. 

“Excuse me?” You lifted your head to look at him now, “pretend I give a shit? You’re the one that pushed me away, Carl.” The awkwardness was gone and it was replaced by anger, “If you had given a shit I wouldn’t have fucking left! So don’t you dare try and pin this on me.” You responded, stepping closer to him. Your cheeks flushed red with anger. “This is your fault, Carl! You were the one that ignored me for weeks, pretending I didn’t exist and pushing me further and further away!”

“You’re being ridiculous, Y/n.” his gaze was fixed on yours, “You know, Enid and I-“

“Unbelievable!” You cut him off, “You can’t even go three sentences without dropping her in! If she hadn’t of turned up none of this would have happened. She’s the source to this problem. If she hadn’t of come-” You looked at the floor, “You wouldn’t have stopped loving me to start loving her.” The last sentence came out shakily. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to scream or cry, or both.

“Why did you leave though, Y/n? You should have talked to me.” He responded, you could feel the hurt in his voice and as you looked up, you saw it in his eye.

“I tried Carl.” Your voice broke as a tear slipped out, “I tried, but you just pushed me away and ignored me.” You turned your back, you didn’t want to look at him anymore.

“I…I don’t know what to say, Y/n.” He stuttered.

“Good. Then don’t say anything at all.” You said, pushing past him out the door and down the stairs. You had to get out of the house, you couldn’t take the hurt anymore. All the memories of when you were happy; before the world went to shit. For the second time.

When you pushed open the door, there was a small crowd of people. Rick and Negan were at the centre of it.

“Everything okay here?” Negan asked, looking at you. You nodded and proceeded to walk towards the trucks. You could hear Negan in the background talking to Rick about their trading arrangements. You were about to get into the truck when someone grabbed your arm. You turned around, it was Carl. You shook him off and opened the passenger door.

“Y/n please. Look I know I was a dick to you but… but I don’t know.” He sighed, “I took you for granted. You were the best thing that ever happened to me in this heaping mess of a world and… and I don’t know why I ruined that. In the months that you were gone, I felt the same that I did after my Mum died. Like something was missing, something precious, something valuable and something I needed back in my life.” He looked at the floor, “It’s too late for her.” He looked up at you, “But it’s not too late for you, Y/n. Please. Give me another chance, I need you.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You realised now that you needed him more than anything but the past wasn’t behind you yet. He grabbed your hand and this time you didn’t shake him off. You looked into each other’s eyes.

“Well?” You questioned, “What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Come home. Stay here in Alexandria.” He stepped closer, “stay here, with me.”

You wanted to. God you wanted to. But how? You were with Negan now and you couldn’t just break it off. Negan wouldn’t allow that, you were his property. He wouldn’t just give you back to them and Carl knew that.

Your thoughts were cut off when Carl brought his hand up to your jaw and his lips came onto yours. The old feelings came rushing back, Carl was right. You needed to stay here with him. 

You pulled away, “What about Enid?” 

You didn’t want to ruin the moment but you had to know. “I don’t want to come back if it’s just gonna be a repeat of last time.” You looked into his eyes.

“She’s gone, Y/n. She left me. She said she didn’t belong here and that…” He sighed deeply, “that she knew I was still in love with you.” His eyes locked with yours, you couldn’t tell if he was sad or relieved. You put your hand on his face, pulling him closer towards you. Your lips connected again, this time more passionately. You missed each other and it was showing. Carl grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, putting his head on yours. You were back, the two of you, in your own little world. You wanted to believe that nothing had changed, but it had.

“What about Negan?” You whispered.

Sherlolly Week 2017, Day 1: First Meeting

Prompt: First Meeting (Non-Canon/Headcanon)

Rating: T, for a tiny curse.

A/N: This is a soulmates AU imagining of their first meeting, in which a timer on one’s wrist stops counting down once they’ve met their soulmate. I also added my own take on the timer thing. Hope y’all enjoy this one!

Sherlock straightened up from sealing a box labelled ‘Lab Equipment’ and cursed under his breath when he heard a knock on his front door. He glanced at his watch, letting out a soft annoyed groan at the sight of the timer on his left inner wrist. I haven’t even phoned Mycroft, and his impeccable and dramatic timing won’t allow his movers to arrive too early. It can’t be my landlord, and my parents are in Oklahoma. A client then. Sighing, he picked his way around the numerous boxes littering his sitting room. He dramatically swung the door open. “May I help you?”

The petite, auburn-haired woman standing before him paled. “I’m… Uh, I’m…” She hitched her white tote bag with green stripes higher over her shoulder, her hands fidgeting with the straps.

He rolled his eyes and heaved an impatient sigh. “This had better be at least an eight if you’re a client. I don’t have time for anything less than that.”

She knitted her eyebrows together and frowned. “Client? Wh-why would I be your client?”

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anonymous asked:

I am so disappointed that I'm just now finding out about NCT LMAOO. I honestly only know a few kpop groups (I got into KHH first) but I saw NCT idk cherry bomb and the song is a bop so now I'm trying to look up everything but there's like 3 NCT groups? 😟 What should I know about them, who's the faves so I can ruin my life these next couple hours

There’s NCT 127 and NCT Dream at the moment, but at times they add in people/ switch up NCT 127, there’s no telling in the future how it would go because it’s not a fixed group exactly.


NCT U (which, sadly was a one time unit) listen to this bop!

The 7th sense:

Fire truck


And Ten who was apart of NCT U, had a single and I love it, they need to bring him back to a group:

NCT 127 which has constant bops! like hello check out every single album they came out with, it’s rare for me to like every single song on an album but groups like NCT 127, Got7, Seventeen and BTS never disappoints me. I’m sure you can listen to their albums online if you can’t buy them, you won’t regret it!

Your Past. My Present. Our Future Part 6

Beginning: Your Past. My Present. Our Future Part 1

Warning: Cussing

Your Past. My Present. Our Future Part 6

Chapter 10

“Come on Ally. It’s been three days.Jr said, as they walked down separate rows of books in the library. “Haven’t you made a decision yet? I need to know if I got to start calling you Aunt Ally or Auntie A or A.A or…” 

“Shut up Jr. I’ll make up my mind when you stop running away from Negan every time he comes into the room.” Ally said, grabbing a book off the shelf.

“Soooo” Jr said, popping his head through an opening on the shelf, making Ally jump. “Never?” Ally shoved his head back through the other side. “Ahhh jerk…”

“..Off” Ally said as she went back to looking at other books. “I just want to make sure I make the right choice, you know?”

“I know you told me you’ll bang him five ways till Sunday before I told you he was my godfather.” Jr said, going to the row Ally was in. “Which was super gross by the way.”

“Yeah, will I’m still sorry about that.” Ally said, giving him a sad face.

“No your not.” Jr said, crossing his arms.

“No, I’m not.” Ally said, shaking her head as she smile. “I just don’t want to screw things up if I end up.. liking him.”

“But you do like him.” Jr said.

“No I mean, like him, like him.” Ally said as they took a seat at a table.

“You mean..” Jr said, leaning back in his seat. “..fall in love with him?”

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