ugh look at all of the hope in his face


“Feelings” Part 2, Rick Grimes x Reader

Words: 2,217

Rick Grimes x Reader

Warnings: Smut!!, fluff, swearing

Link to part one

Originally posted by adorealain

“Rick,” You moan as he slides his fingers in and out of you, the warm water of the shower running down your back. “If you keep going like that I’m gonna cum.”

“Well we don’t want that, do we?” He smirks, removing his fingers from you. He bends you over in front of him, and enters you slowly.

“Fuck.” He groans, starting to go faster. He grabs on to your hips for stability and throws his head back in pleasure.

Ever since last night, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. After your little session on the couch, you two took it upstairs to your bedroom. You had tried to convince him to go home after that because you knew that Carl would be looking for him. Rick had none of it. He just pulled you in closer to him, wrapping his arm around you while kissing your head. The two of you fell asleep like that, in each other’s arms. Now, it was the next morning, and you two were having shower sex.

Rick says he’s getting as much of you can he can, “trying to make up for lost time.” Secretly, you thought it was just because he hadn’t had sex in over five years, so he’s just a very horny man. You were not complaining- he was definitely satisfying your needs.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He pulled out of you once he finished, giving you the biggest smile you’d seen him wear in a long time.

“I love you too, Rick.” You pulled him into a kiss. “But you’ve been here all night. Everyone’s going to think you died or something. I’m sure Carl is probably freaking out.”

“Trust me, I think they know where I am. You didn’t exactly scream my name quietly last night.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You make a face as you step out of the shower, grabbing a towel. “I hope no one says anything. I’ll die of embarrassment.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.” He wraps a towel around his waist. You look up at him in awe. He’s such a handsome man. The way his hair curls when he lets it grow out too long, his growing in beard, his eyes…

“Is there something on my face?” He frowns, looking into the mirror.

“No. Just admiring you.” You admit, blush creeping through your cheeks. You grab the brush off the counter and begin to brush your hair.

“I’m nothin’ special, not really.”

“You know that’s bullshit.”

“Maybe.” He laughs. “Honestly, Y/N, I haven’t felt this happy in a long ass time. All because of you.” He pulls you into another kiss. He tries to deepen it, but you pull away.

“We have to get to breakfast with Carol and the group, and then I have my run. We have to go.” You say, but he just pulls you closer again, kissing your neck.

“Rick,” you breathe out. You let yourself enjoy it for a moment before stepping back to reality. “We have to leave.”

“Fine.” He groans. You walk to the bedroom to put on new clothes, and he puts on the clothes he wore over yesterday.

“You might want to head back over to your house before going to Carol’s.” You mention as you slide on your jeans, buttoning them up at the top. “Don’t need to get more shit from them than we already will.”

“You see, the key word there is ‘already will.’”

“I hate when you’re right.”

“I always am.” He pulls his white shirt over his head, muscles flexing in his arms.

“You’re also cocky as shit, did you know that?” You tease as you walk out the door, the warm sunshine hitting your face. It was a relatively nice day, not quite as unbearably hot as the day before.

“Nah.” He responds, staying right by your side as you walked. You walked up to Carol’s house, seeing everyone inside.

“Morning, lovebirds.” Glenn smirks as you two enter the house.

“Oh, shut up Glenn.” Rick laughs. “You aint one to talk.”

Carl looked super uncomfortable at this conversation. Me too, buddy, me too.

“So, uh, how was watch last night, Maggie?” I tried to change the topic of conversation, desperate to end the awkwardness.

“Pretty uneventful. Nothing exciting happened. How was your night?” She asked, lifting her eyebrows. Everyone looked at you in anticipation.

“We’re together now, just to get that out of the way. Y’all can stop asking about it now.” Rick answered for you.

“Well it’s about damn time. The two of ‘ya look at each other like lovesick puppies enough.” Daryl huffed.

“Whatever, Daryl. When are we leaving?” You take a bite of the toast on the table.

“Whenever you’re done.” He shrugs. “We need to clear the place out as much as possible and take whatever we find. Nothing in specific.”

“If there is un-raided Victoria’s Secret, I think I might scream.” I finish my toast. Daryl gets up out of his chair, grabbing his crossbow.

“Let’s go.” He huffs, walking out the door.

“Come over when you get back, alright?” Rick kisses you as you start to follow Daryl. “Be safe. Use your knife as much as possible. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Rick, I’ve been with this group long enough to know what to do. I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe I should come with.”

“Rick,” you say once again. “I can take care of myself, plus I’ve got Daryl with me. You’ve got too many responsibilities here.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I just got you.”

“I’ll be okay.” You kiss his cheek.

You head outside to meet Daryl on the street.

“Took you long enough.” He said, motioning for you to get on the back of his motorcycle. You slide on, putting your arms around him, and he drives off.

The ride there was a little far, but not unbearable. The wind you felt from the fastness of the motorcycle felt good. You liked riding on Daryl’s motorcycle, although you’d never told anyone that. Something about it excites you. It was exhilarating.

“Outside’s clear.” Daryl noted. You got off the bike, him doing the same. The mall wasn’t very big, but it was something. You pulled your knife out of your pocket and walk inside the door, ready for anything.

You were inside of a food court. There were a few straggler walkers coming towards you two, but Daryl shot them down before they could get anywhere close.

“Look to see if any of these food places have any canned food options. I know food is pretty abundant now, but it doesn’t hurt to have extras.” You tell Daryl.

“You been hangin’ out with Rick too much.” He mumbles. You roll your eyes, ignoring him and going behind the counters to see what the options were.


The food court was a bust. You two didn’t find any food worth taking, and you went your separate ways to go through the stores of the mall.

You find a Bath and Body works that still has some things left in it. You grab soaps, lotions, candles, and perfumes. You also grab a ton of different types and sizes of clothing from the stores you went through.

You were about to leave and find Daryl when a Victoria’s Secret catches your eye. The store still had most of their items- I guess people didn’t think they’d need lingerie in the apocalypse.

“Rick would love this.” You say out loud, holding up black lace bustier with a matching black thong. You shove it into your own separate back, hoping no one finds it. It really was quite sexy.

You walk out of the store, looking around for Daryl. You find him in the pharmacy store, looking intensely at something on the shelf.

“What’s up?’ You ask him. He jumps away, not noticing you were there.

“Nothin’, um, let’s go.” He says quickly. You raise your eyebrows at him but decide not to question him about it.


You look in the mirror, admiring your reflection. The outfit you got from Victoria’s Secret looked really good, and you knew that Rick would like it.

He didn’t get to see you dressed up often. Yeah, there was that one night at the welcoming party, and you certainly look better now that you’ve arrived in Alexandria. But you still dressed in jeans and t-shirts every day, and that’s not sexy. This? This was sexy.

You slide your jeans and a baggy t-shirt over your outfit so you could walk over to Rick’s house. Just as you’re about to knock, the door opens and Carl stands there smiling at you.

“Hey, how was the run?” He let you in.

“It was good. Got clothes for some people and some extra medicine. What’d you do today?”

“Watched Judith.”

“She’s too cute.” You gushed. “Anyways, where’s your dad?”

“He’s in the shower, he’ll probably be out in a minute. He’s been an ass all day, been worried sick about you.” He laughs. “He cares about you a lot, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” You smile.

“I’m gonna go hang out with Enid. Judith is with Carol, I’ll pick her up on my way back.” He seemed rushed to get out of the house.

“Carl, I don’t want you to feel like you have to leave the house just because I’m here.”

“You’re not. I just want to hang out with Enid, that’s all.”

“Oh.” I caught on. “Well… Have fun.”


He practically ran out the door. You laughed and went upstairs. You hear the shower still running, and you open the bathroom door slowly.


“You’re back early.” He says over the shower.

“Yeah, it was a small mall.”

“Is Carl gone?” He turned off the shower and poked his head out of the curtain.

“He is. By the way, I heard you were bein’ a dick today because you were worried.” I frown, handing him his towl.


“Just saying you didn’t need to be. I’m fine, just like I told you I would be.”

He wrapped the towl around his waist and stepped out from the shower. “I’m never gonna stop worrying about you, so I’d get used to it.”

He brings you into a kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him closer. He’s about to take off your shirt when you stop him.

“Wait!” You shout, surprising him. “Go wait in the bedroom.”


“Just do it!”

He gives you a look before walking to the room. You close the bathroom door behind him, and look in the mirror. You take off your jeans and your shirt, revealing your outfit. You let down your hair so it falls down your back.

“Okay, close your eyes.” You yell down the hallway.

“Y/N, this is ridiculous-“

“Close your eyes!” You giggle.

“You been hanging around me too often.” He grumbles, but closes his eyes anyways. You walk in front of him and put his hands on your waist.

“Open them.” You whisper in his ear.

He opens his eyes and they go wide. You can see his towel start to raise a little bit, giving you a boost of confidence.

“I take back what I said earlier. This is not ridiculous at all.” He stares at you. “You’re so sexy.”

You crawl on top of him, kissing his neck and grinding your hips. You suck on his neck a little bit, leaving a mark.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He flips you over, him on top now. “I need to these off, now.” He slides your thong down your legs. “But this?” He points to your bustier. “This is staying on.”

He pins your legs to the bed as he kisses your thighs, making you squirm. His lips felt so good on your skin. His mouth finally reaches your clit, making you moan.

“Yes,” you breathe out. He goes faster, putting his finger inside. He always seems to know exactly what you want. His tongue circles around, his fingers going in and out at a fast pace, making the heat build up in your stomach. You grind your hips involuntarily against his face, which just makes him smirk and go faster.

“Riiiiick,” you moan out as your orgasm ripples throughout your body.

“Yes, baby?” He comes up from between your legs. You get on top of him once more, kissing his neck and trailing down his toned stomach. You reach his hard dick and swirl your tongue around his tip before slowly taking in his length down your mouth.

“Y/N,” He moans your name, and you start to bob your head faster, using your hand to help you out.

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth if you keep on doin’ that.” He manages to get out, which just makes you go faster. You feel cum shooting out of his tip and into your mouth. You pull away and somehow manage to swallow it all.

“That fuckin’ outfit, I swear to God.” Rick pants.

“Glad you liked it.” You crawled up next to his chest. He uses his free hand to play with your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

The Best Kind of Warmth

You’re really tiny but your crush is tall and it’s really cold one day at school. He gives you his jacket and you refuse, but he insists. You just walk around school covered in your crush’s scent all day long. Thank you so much ❤️

- @graciethebooknerdpjohoolove​

I hope this is kind of like what you wanted, and I hope that you have an amazing birthday (and that something like this happens).

Lots of Love xx

P.S. It felt so good to write again!


Your POV

Waking up this morning, I snuggled up to my sheets and braced myself for the rush of cold I was about to endure. I muster up all the strength I can and push the sheets off me, exposing my previously-warm body to the chill of my bedroom. Stepping out of bed didn’t help either, as my feet made me wonder whether it was possible to get hypothermia that fast.

After a few seconds, I finally managed to get myself out of my room to take a nice, warm shower. However, I was hit with another wave of icy-cold air upon stepping out onto the floor mat. I managed to wrap myself in my towel long enough to make the next two minutes of getting dressed seem bearable, quickly put my makeup on, perfect my messy bun and head out of the house.

Three minutes in to my usual walk to school, it dawns on me that of all of the days I need it, I’ve left my jumper at home. Usually I would quickly run back home and get it, but today I’m already running late enough and I don’t want to miss my first class of the day - English.

I almost miss the final set of lights before I arrive at school, but a quick attempt at a sprint has me getting into the front gates a few minutes before the first bell goes.

By the time I get to the English classroom, I’m cooling off from the sweat that accumulated from my rushed journey to school, and discover that the exertion has warmed me up. Content with this realisation, I take my usual seat and get out the homework I had rushed late last night.

I really must work on my procrastination, but every time I tell myself to get the work done early, I end up finding some hilarious YouTube video and get trapped in that black hole for a couple of hours. Before I even realise what’s happened, it’s dark outside and I have two hours to get all of my homework done - or face the wrath of my teachers bad sides.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when I feel someone bump into me.

“Oh, sorry Y/N.”

It’s Y/C/N. God, that smile could make flowers grow.

“Don’t even worry about it.” I smile back, hoping that he can’t see the blush forming on my cheeks just because he looked at me. Ugh, the things that boy does to me.

He takes his regular seat a few seats away from me and I try my hardest to not let my jaw-dropping peripheral view distract me from what I’m sure is key content for the upcoming exams.

An hour and a half and ten pages of notes later, I’m exposed yet again to the harsh winter breeze that seems to be eternal. Just as my body realises where I am and my temperature plummets, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

Spinning around, I am met with none other than the Greek God-like face that belongs to Y/C/N.

“Hey, you look like you’re freezing,” he observes. His eyes scanning the goose bumps on my forearms. “Would you by any chance….”

I look up at him from the ground - where my eyes had been glued ever since I realised that his eyes were scanning my body.

“…like to borrow my jacket?” He asks, looking nervous and hell. I almost want to laugh because of the relief his being nervous gives me. It’s nice to see that even Greek Gods get nervous sometimes.

“Umm,” I begin, completely unsure of what the right answer is. “It’s okay, I wouldn’t want you to have to tolerate this cold. Especially since you were smart enough to actually bring something to keep you warm.”

“I insist.” He states, much more confidently I might add. “Pretty girls shouldn’t have to deal with the cold anyway.”

I blush. This time not minding so much since it’s already kind of increasing the warmth on my face.

He puts his books down and takes off his jacket. I try not to faint from the hint of abs I see under his shirt as he does so.

He then holds out the jacket, and I take this opportunity to put my books down as well. I turn back around and guide my arms through the sleeves. Grateful, I thank him one more time, to which he responds. “Anytime, it looks better on you anyway.”

I blush once more, thinking about how much of a workout my cheeks are getting from this surreal encounter.

He grabs his books, and as he turns to leave says, “I hope to see you around.”

I nod and once he’s out of earshot, I whisper, “Me too.”

The warmth of his jacket, and the hint of his scent that comes with it are enough to keep a beaming smile on my face for the rest of the day, and I can’t help but think that wearing his jacket feels so right.

Matthew Tkachuk #5

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2.  Could yo do a matt tkachuk one where you surprise him for his birthday? [Here it is!! Enjoy!!:)]

Word count: 1, 092

Originally posted by strmedaddy

The cake looked like it was a love child of a red brick and mud. Needless to say, your first foray into birthday cake making has been a bust. At least you can cook a mean spaghetti and meatballs, if it really comes down to party food. Or tacos – but those are still to be judged.

The cake, though. Ugh, it’s taking all of your self-control not to smash your face in it and wallow in self-pity. He’s going to be home in a few minutes and you have nothing to show him for his birthday because you went in over your head. Damn it, you should have just reserved a table at your favorite restaurant like he told you and not try your hand at this surprise birthday dinner thing.

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Super Junior Heechul

Summary : You are very sensitive and shy so all the members don’t want him to be with you because they think he will hurt you so he tries to prove that the love is real and hurting you is the last thing on his mind

Word Count 3,943

Originally posted by randomsuperjuniorgifs

You worked part time at SM Entertainment as you were finishing up your last year of high school. You just got coffee for the higher ups and made sure all the files were put away and cared for correctly. You weren’t some big hit, just a student. You never got to meet any of the idols, you were kinda glad though, because you were too shy for any meeting to go well. When out were younger you used to have a hand constantly in your moms back pocket and would hide anytime someone would look at you. You grew out of the physical shyness but never mentally.

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Y/n has never been a fan of bars but she’s quite a fan of cranberry vodkas. She’s been forced out of her apartment by her friend, Mel, who is already drunk and dancing with someone. Mel claims that y/n needs (deserves) a night away from her overbearing boyfriend, John. She couldn’t deny that John was a bit too much for her or she was a bit too much for him rather. It was the usual story where you meet a cute guy who treats you like the sun shines out of your ass then after a few years you both become trapped in a tomb together. The downright truth is that they fell out of love and they’re too used to each other to let go. John is set in his ways and well, a little boring. Y/n is shy but outgoing, she could have a good time playing chess or dancing on a table, you never know with her. “Would you be a dear and get us some refills?” Mel and Mr. Right Now can’t keep their hands off one another and for some reason can’t be bothered to get their own beverages.

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The Party part 12/?

L: Oh yeah? I WILL enjoy the rest of the party!!!

L: ugh, stupid Keith, I run all over for like an hour looking for him and this is how he thanks me, Unbelievable 

L: that thing on his face look painful though, how the hell did he manage to get a burn like that? I hope he knows where the burn cream is….

L: Although, even if he did know where it was, it would be hard to bandage an injury like that on your own.

L: (don’t chase after him don’t chase after him don’t chase….)

L: dammit

L: The hell? How’d he manage to get that far, he must of bolted.

Trouble with a Capital T

Single!Jensen x Reader

Originally posted by wonderfulworldofwinchester

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A/N: SURPRISE! Chapter 7 is out with no warning whatsoever. Ho ho ho has it been a while. Y’all I have had so much bs going on between school and my home life, some things stressful and sad, but enough with the excuses, here’s chapter 7 of WIB!! I hope you all enjoy it and have a wonderful time reading this story because I love you all so much and you’re perfect and such an amazing support system. Thanks for sticking with me through all my crazy times and not organized schedule of late. xoxox Kat

Warnings: Language (as usual), Jensen being flirty, drinking

Words: 1324

A few months had passed since Jensen had cornered you in the break room and spoke to you alone. His words still rang in your head.

I know that we’ve had a rollercoaster of a friendship, if you can call it that, especially these past few months… But if we don’t feel the same way I think we should be open about it so that we can stay friends. I don’t wanna lose you, Y/N. And I don’t want our work to be awkward anymore. I want things to go back to normal.

Normal. Whatever the hell that means.

It had occurred to you after you spoke that since Jensen had to have known about your feelings for him that he didn’t feel the same way towards you. For some reason that never really sat right with you, you always felt that he liked you. That he really liked you, as more than just a friend.

It had been another night of no sleep and you let out a loud groan as your 5 am alarm rang through the space of your bedroom. You shuffled around your apartment getting ready for the day, all while thinking about how many nights it had been that you stayed awake thinking about Jensen. Too many. Your morning routine was essentially down to a science, pop a bagel in the toaster while you do your makeup, check your email while you pull on your clothes, brush your hair while you swish with mouthwash, etc. Finally you were out the door and jogging down the stairs to your precious car, Lucy. She was your rock. The thing that was there for you when nobody else was while soothing your heart with good music. That car had travelled miles with you, you’ve laughed, sung, smiled, and cried in that car. You’ve made memories in that car. Something you took for granted until your realization this morning, so you simply rubbed the steering wheel and smiled.

You plugged in your phone, threw on some Zeppelin, and headed off to work. Something in your world had shifted today and while you weren’t sure why, you were grateful for the happiness you felt.

“Eric!” you yelled in a sing-songy voiced as you pushed the door open to his office.

“You’re awfully cheery this morning, Y/N” he remarked without looking up from his clipboard.

“Yeah I’m just in a good mood today. Woke up on the right side of the bed, I guess” you chuckled as you flopped down into the chair across from him at the desk.

“Okay, here’s the list of scenes we’re shooting to accomplish today” he slid the paper to you across the desk, “All in-house today. No other locations.”

“Oh thank god, I really did not feel like going far from the wondrous new espresso machine in your office” you grinned wide as you looked over your shoulder to see the beautiful copper piece of machinery that made Eric a much more delightful person in the morning.

“You and me both, Y/L/N. You and me both” he huffed out a laugh and pointed to the door, “Now get the fuck out of my office so the interns can bother you instead of coming in here to bother me.”

“Aye aye, cap’n” you threw a sloppy salute and made your way out onto set where your chair was waiting for you.

Work had passed in a blur and honestly the day went pretty smooth for the most part. After work, you were making your way to the parking lot when you spotted someone leaning against the sleek black metal hood of your car.


“Hey, Y/N. Wanted to know if you’d come out to the pub with the boys and I tonight?” there was a curious pleading look in his eye.

“Is Jay gonna be there?” even you couldn’t tell if it was hope or disgust in your voice.

“Yeah, Jared will be there” that stupid smirk plastered across his face.

“Mish. Seriously.”

“Yeah, Y/N. Jensen is going to be there. I hope that’s okay, I just really want you to come out with us. It’s been months and I miss my favorite girl who can drink us all under the table!” he squeezed your shoulder and put on his best puppy dog face.

“Ugh I’m no match for your pathetic pleading face. Let’s go. Someone else is driving because I want to get plastered tonight.”

“Hell yeah!” he grabbed you by the wrist and nearly started dragging you across the parking lot to Mark’s car.

“I’ll be driving, my love. No drinks for me tonight” that sickly sweet English accent came rolling off Mark’s tongue as he shut the driver’s side door and started the car.

Misha flashed you an award-winning smile and fist bumped you as the car pulled out of the lot towards the pub.

“Holy shit it’s my favorite assistant producer!” Jared cheered from across the bar, beckoning you over to the table that he, Jensen, and Rob were seated at.

“Hey Jare, long time no see” sarcasm dripped from your words as you hugged the giant man you saw only an hour ago.

“Robby!” you hugged the scruffy man, nearly knocking him out of his chair.

“Hey Jensen” a smile stretched across your face as you hopped up into the tall bar chair right next to the man you had a ridiculously large crush on. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears whenever he was around, even when you could smell his cologne on your shirt after he slung an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, kitten, how are ya?” his words sounded a little slurred and kitten what the fuck was that for?


“New nickname I’m tryin’ out. Ya like it?”

Your body was screaming yes, yes, you loved it. All of your nerve endings were on fire and you could feel the tiniest bit of wetness pooling in your core when the word left his lips.

“S’alright I guess” you sent a wink his direction and clinked your beer with his before taking a swig and he followed suit.

“Next round of shots is on me, boys” you slammed your empty beer bottle down on the table as the men around you cheered, raising whatever alcohol they had in their hands.

The shots were placed on the table, two of them for each of you. You downed both in a matter of seconds and looked up to Jensen who had the most sinful smirk on his face, maintaining eye contact with you as he downed his second shot. Cherry Pie by Warrant started playing over the speakers and you found yourself extending a hand to the rugged, handsome man in front of you. He took your hand as you pulled him out towards the open area in the bar where others were dancing.

The alcohol was living up to it’s name as liquid courage as you pressed your back to Jensen’s chest as the two of you swayed to the music. His strong hands found their way to your hips as he pulled you even closer so there was no space between your bodies.

“I’m glad we’re back to being friends sweetheart” his lips were millimeters away from your ear and his hot breath gave you goosebumps.

“Me too, Jay. And for the record, I liked the other nickname better” you smirked as you pressed back into him with added pressure while your hips swayed.

“I like it better too, kitten” his voice was a low growl as he placed a kiss to your neck just before the music stopped.

When the two of you got back to the table, the looks on everyone else’s faces were… smug, to say the least. However, within minutes all of you were back to drinking and having a good night.

The only difference was the looks that you and Jensen were shooting each other’s way.

Here come the tags, y’all! Sorry if it didn’t tag you, if your name is changed or you have a new blog just let me know and I’ll put your new tag in the next chapter!

Forever tags: @winchestergirl-love

Jensen/Dean tags: @vaisabu @anokhi07 @mayasmedberg

Jared/Jensen tags: @arctickristina

Where I Belong series tags: @upon-a-girl @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @supernatural-jackles @princess-joe37 @baronmordo @jensen-jarpad @jotink78 @darkx143 @gay-rainbow-kawaii @agentkenziecaptainamerica @speckof-rarity @boredoutofmymindstuff @mannatgalhotra @inmysparetime0 @deanfuckingwinchesterrr @fernandasvaldi @deathtonormalcy56 @brokenh4art @spnlover13 @sydneymarie101195 @iwriteaboutdean @spnjerks67 @m00sesquirre1 @ally-miller16 @xoxoaudreymarie @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @dunbar09 @mysteriouslyme81 @supernatural-fan-123 @winvhesters @smoothdogsgirl

I started listening to Welcome to Night Vale recently and I think I fell in love, thanks again for showing me this shit @silversatori! xD

I got curious if there was any fanart of him and checked out the tumblr tags (in hindsight maybe not the best idea, I might have spoilered myself a little lol) but I wanted to draw Cecil as well at least once and since for all I know he has little to no taste in fashion (like me) I crammed up some imo shitty looking clothes and threw them together in this doodle
And yes, that is a friggin Jat (jeans+hat)

My overall design for him as it is now isn’t really mine though, I just kind of threw together all kinds of designs I saw and liked and crammed it all up into this out of both lazyness and tiredness :’D

I know I’m hanging behind on things, but I hope that you’ll (after a too long period of not posting any art lmao) like it~

Made For Each Other

Summary: You’re head over heels for Namjoon but he hides a secret.

Originally posted by ygnj


You met him at a coffee shop after you bumped into him and spilled your latte right in front of him. Thankfully you didn’t soil his clothes, only yours. 

“Are you okay?” He said looking you up and down. 

“I’m fine. Sorry about that.” You replied as you tried not to grimace in pain from spilling boiling hot coffee on your pants and shoes. He noticed your shoes were soaked and pulled out a chair for you as an employee came to clean up.

Apologizing for making a mess you sat down trying to hide your embarrassment behind your hair. “You can’t walk home like that.” He pointed at your shoes as you tried your best to get them out of his view.

“I’ll get you a cab.” He said walking outside, standing on the sidewalk looking down the street. You were so embarrassed you just wanted to disappear, not get help from a handsome stranger. Slowly, you walked outside, shoes making an awful squishing sound from the moisture. 

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She’s Leaving, Dean

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Pairing: SamxReader
Word count: 19,511 (holy fuck)
Warnings: Swearing, angry Sam, smut
Authors: Both of us
A/N: So, this is us just screwing around. We’re winging it. It’s making my computer laggy by sitting in drafts, so here’s the first part. Also, we tried to keep things as close to their personalities as possible, and if a power isn’t in the show…just go with it haha- Brittiny

“Sammy?” You called out, walking in the door. You’d been out on a solo hunt for a few days, and missed your best friend. You adored him, and would have jumped at the chance to be with him…but you didn’t think he felt the same way. Dean knew about your crush. It wasn’t like you did a good job of hiding it. 

Figuring that he was in his room, you dropped your bag off on your bed before walking to his. You debated on knocking or not. Normally it didn’t matter, so you shrugged it off. Opening the door, you hadn’t expected to see another person with him.

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Liza’s last moment with Chris, and he didn’t even know it was a goodbye :’(

Jiwon, The Nurse?

Group/Member: Jiwon/iKon

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 900+

Summary: You wake up in the wee hours of the morning feeling a bit sick. No worries. Your caring boyfriend, Jiwon, is there to take care of you. 

Requested: Yes! Anonymous requested: “Can you do an ikon bobby fluff imagine when his girlfriend feel sick and he takes care of her. Thanks~♡ Sorry for my English”

Author’s Note: Your english is just fine Hun! Thank you for requesting! I enjoyed writing this… I hope this what you were hoping/looking for!

- Admin Sonsee

Originally posted by taesthetic

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All I Ask

Originally posted by sweetpea9873

Characters: Dean x reader

Summary: You knew Dean many years ago during high school. Suddenly, he shows up when you least expect it. 

Okay, so… This is my first fic. I’m nervous as shit. Special thanks to @jadangelofthelord and @iwantthedean for proof reading. 

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TsukkiYamaKageHina - Tsukishima Akiyama headcanons

For users on mobile who can’t see the captions on the pictures:

In the first picture, I highlighted the features I used from each “parent” in green (ex: Hinata’s arm, Kageyama’s hands, Yamaguchi’s legs, and Tsukishima’s posture) and used red lines to show directions and scaled proportions (ex: Hinata’s arms again, Kageyama’s shoulders, Yamaguchi’s torso, Tsukkishima’s legs). Then the features on Akiyama are color-coded: Orange for Hinata, Blue for Kageyama, Green for Yamaguchi, and Yellow for Tsukishima.

The coding is the same in the second picture, which includes the mixing of the hair colors.

So, I joined in the “HQ Lovechild” thing and it has kind of been blowing up my notifications all day, so of course I’ve been thinking about my baby Akiyama.

Here’s the stuff I thought of!

(this is gonna get really long, so more under the cut)

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Torn 12

I wanted this part to be longer but I have been staring at the same words for weeks. So I decided to go ahead and post it. I am so sorry ladies I am just not motivated right now. I so wanted this to be more. If anyone can put a fire up my ass and motivate me please do. I really need it. You can read the other parts here.

“Mr. Coulter we really need to get you stitched up.” The nurse told Eric yet again more exasperated. She looked at him sternly, looked at the blood slowly dripping down his chest and dropping to the floor. Eric shook his head no and waved her away as he paced back and forth in the waiting room of the infirmary. The nurse looked at Eric again and found herself admiring his muscular frame. Get it together Mandy. The man has a stab wound to the chest for God’s sake! Mandy chastised herself as she walked up to Eric. She didn’t care how tough or fearless……and sexy he was he needed to listen to her. Mandy grabbed his arm to stop his pacing. Eric glared at her with such force she unconsciously stepped back but did not let go of her grip.

“Dauntless leader Eric! You need to listen to me. I need to stitch up your wound.” Mandy raised her voice a little to get him to hopefully listen to her.

Eric looked behind Mandy as the doctors and nurses were working frantically to save your life. There was blood everywhere.

“You have to save her and the baby!” Eric yelled towards the nurses and doctors.

“One of the doctors looked back at Eric.

“Mr. Coulter we are doing everything we can.” He assured as he pulled the curtain around them blocking Eric’s view of you.

“Come with me so we can get you stitched up.” Mandy told Eric again.

“Is Jen ok?” Eric asked as he was led to a waiting exam table.

“She will pull through. Her stab wounds were not life threatening. We are giving her a CT scan now for the hit to her head.” Mandy answered while she cleaned Eric’s wound and prepped it for stitching. Eric was trying to keep still as Mandy quickly stitched his wound.

“So much blood. I can’t get it to stop!” Someone shouted from behind the curtain. Eric jumped up from the exam table and rushed over to where you were laying fighting for you and his baby’s life. Eric swung back the curtains and gasped at the bloody scene. Your blood was everywhere, towels trying to soak up the blood were everywhere and you were still bleeding as blood seeped to the floor.

“Don’t lose them!” Eric shouted as he rushed to grab your hand in the process his bare-feet slipped on your blood and Eric fell back hitting his head on a metal equipment, and effectively knocked himself out.

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EXO reacting to you being pregnant with your first child.

terminirwin said: Reaction request: Him finding out you’re pregnant with your first kid.


You’re worried about telling him, but it’s better sooner than later. You’re sitting on the couch together, watching TV, but you can’t focus on the screen at all. He can tell there’s something bugging you, so he mutes the TV and tilts his head a bit, nudging you. “Hey,” he mutters and you suddenly blurt out that you’re pregnant. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes as you avoid eye contact with him. He’s shocked at first, very shocked, but he quickly recovers to pull you into a sweet hug, because he knows you need support more than anything right now.

Originally posted by chanyeolismysexualfantasy


“Y/N, what’s this?” Chanyeol asks as he holds up the empty pregnancy test box, slightly confused. “Uh…” you search around for the right words, pulling at your clothes. You were planning on telling him, but not right now, not when EXO’s schedule is so busy. “Are you pregnant?” he asks and you see confusion in his eyes, but the glint of excitement in them makes you let out a relieved sigh. “Yes.”

Originally posted by ashiachu


You figured the best thing to do would be to just sit down with him, take a deep breath, and announce the news. He stares at you with an expectant look on his face as you try to find the courage to blurt it out. You take a deep breath, meet his curious eyes, and just say it. “I’m pregnant.” He reacts in a way you didn’t expect him to, with his eyes lighting up and an excited grin covering his lips. “I’m going to be a dad?” Squishy unleashed.

Originally posted by bikons


Even though he’s always sweet about things, you’re freaking out about telling him. You have no idea how he’s going to react, but you try not to worry too much as you tell him the news. “What?” he stares at you blankly for a moment as the news slowly register into his brain, “pregnant?” You nod and a huge grin makes its way to his face as he starts cheering. “We’re going to have a baby!”

Originally posted by yeahppuda


You’re shopping together hand in hand when you decide to tell him the news. “Can we go to that new baby store next?” He looks down at you, furrowing his eyebrows, “Which one of your relatives is having a baby again?” “I am.” “What?”

Originally posted by jonginnie-ah


You and Chen had never discussed having kids before, so it comes as a surprise to you as you see the orange plus glowing on the pregnancy test. You know you’re not going to be able to find the words to tell him, so you decide to show him instead. “What’s that?” he asks when you call him over to the bathroom, not quite understanding. “It’s positive.” He still doesn’t get it, and he’s starting to get worried, worried that it might be some sickness. “Positive for what?” “Pregnancy.”

Originally posted by oh-prankster


Lay had not said a word in two whole minutes, and you are starting to grow impatient. You let out a sigh as he finally breaks the uncomfortable silence. “Pregnant?” he asks. “Pregnant,” you nod. “Pregnant?” he asks again. “Yes.” “Pregnant? With a baby?”

Originally posted by riri-lee


You stare at him as he blinks rapidly, not saying a word after you just told him you’re pregnant with his baby. “Luhan?” you mutter, worried that he might be very unhappy or angry about your pregnancy, but he also seems to be smiling. And then you see a crystal tear slipping out of the corner of his eye. “Oh Lulu, are you crying?” “No, no, I am manly!”

Originally posted by jongdeer


You play with your food as you sit across him at the cafe, trying to plan out how exactly you’re going to tell him you’re expecting. You should’ve known better to blurt it out right as he was drinking something, though.

Originally posted by chensoomyun


Originally posted by koreascopes


He already has 11 ugh tears 8 kids to take care of, so you really don’t know how he’s going to take it, the news that he’s going to have a 12th 9th kid. You decide to just tell him and hope it all goes well, and it does. “I’m going to buy her the best clothes and toys out there!” “How do you know it’s a girl?” “I have enough boys already.”

Originally posted by wooyoung


You look at him expectantly as you mutter out a silent “I’m pregnant.” He looks at you in confusion at first but then makes his baozi face, peering at you. “His cheeks will be like this.”

Originally posted by oh-prankster

anonymous asked:

Head canons with Lucio, reaper, soldier 76, and McCree where they get into a fight with their s/o and say something that really hurts their s/o's feelings to the point where they avoid them. How do the boys try and make it up to their s/o? I'm really sorry if I suggested too many characters, I'm on mobile and I can't see if you have rules or an FAQ or not

I take a maximum of 4 characters per request so you are good my friend!  ᵔᴥᵔ


  • He feels guilty immediately
  • Tries to fix everything on the spot but his s/o leaves before he’s got the chance.
  • For the next few days Lucio will leave notes and little gifts to make up for the fight
  • Will surprise his s/o by making a nice dinner, a bouquet of their favourite flowers, and slow romantic music playing in the background
  • Pull them in a gentle embrace and tell them how sorry he was and pepper them with kisses until they start giggling.


  • The fight drained McCree out and he lets his s/o go so that they can both cool off.
  • Will take him some alone time to think things through 
  • Feeling bad at shouting at his s/o like that McCree visits their room late at night, and patiently waits for them to open the door for him
  • McCree will literally give them a puppy dog eyes all while being serious
  • He will look at them straight in their eyes, cupping their face gently, kiss them on the lips gently at first, and then urgently, hoping that his feelings get through to them and afterwards apologizing in between breaks
  • Lots of cuddling afterwards.

Soldier 76:

  • Soldier acts stubborn for a while, thinking that he did nothing wrong and yet why is he feeling like complete shit thinking of how broken his s/o was? Ugh he just lost some boyfriend points.
  • He advises Reinhardt and Ana, talking about what happened and damn does Ana pound it in his skull that he screwed up and needs to fix this or else Reinhardt will charge at him full speed.
  • Writes an anonymous note telling his s/o to meet them at a specified location.
  • When the arrive, Soldier talks to them gently, finding a comfortable spot to talk.
  • This guy is literally kicking himself for the fight that occurred and his s/o notices thi immediately. In a worried tone Soldier explains his feelings and gently takes their hand, apologizing for every single thing he said and reassures them that he didn’t mean it


  • Reaper at first thinks they are overacting to this whole fight and will give them a lot of space.
  • He is the type who will not talk or do anything to piss them off for a few days and only interfering when someone is getting too friendly with his s/o
  • Pulling them aside, Reaper tells them that he is sorry for being such a douche bag and roughly pulls them into a heated kiss. 
  • He will stop for a moment, showing a gentle smile before kissing them again and again. Probably lead into some spicy times B)
  • The next day, Reaper is a complete gentleman, making them breakfast in bed, give them a body massage, and buying them their favourite bath bombs.

~Mod Rose

For a Reason

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Could you maybe do a Felix one shot where the reader is similar to Felix; quiet, broody, in a natural state of looking like they want to kill someone. They form a bond with Felix as they sit back and judge everyone’s shenanigans (Gender: Female). Hope that’s okay :-)

I stared at the beach around me cautiously and huffed. I hate the beach. Finding sand in every crevice of my body for two weeks afterward isn’t my definition of entertaining.

“Trespassing on Neverland?” A voice called from behind me. “Not very smart.”

I turned around and saw a boy, no older than seventeen, standing there confidently. He stared at me with an arched brow, a menacing smirk on his face.

“I’m not trespassing.” I grumbled, taking a step back as he stepped closer.

“No? Then tell me, what are you doing on my island?” The boy asked as his smirk turned to a scowl.

“I was brought here, pretty boy, so if you have a problem with it take it up with that shadow friend of yours.” I growled, growing annoyed of his cocky demeanor.

He looked shocked for a moment, and I couldn’t tell if it was because he wasn’t used to being talked back to, or if it was because of what I said.

“My shadow brought you here?” He asked his eyes widening a bit.

I nodded.

He thought silently for a minute.

“Very well then, come with me.” He said and clasped a hand on my shoulder. I quickly pulled it away from him. His brow shot up at this, but he didn’t say anything about it.

We soon made it to a camp after much, much too long of a walk.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead. The heat and humidity on this damn island made me wish that stupid shadow had dropped me in Antarctica.

All the young boys halted their actions when they saw me. Suddenly they all rushed toward us in excitement.

“Who is she, Pan?”

“Is she our new toy?”

“What are you going to do with her?”

I scoffed at all of their accusations. Their toy?How the hell were these kids raised?

“My shadow brought her here,” he informed them as he glanced over at me. “So, she’s here for a reason.”

“What’s the reason?” One of the younger boys asked.

Pan smirked as he looked away from me and to the boys.

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” He said as he clapped his hands together. He introduced me with a mock bow.

“Until then, boys, our new lost girl.”

• • • • •

When I was first introduced to these boys, I thought surely this was a cult. After a day with them, I was positive it was a cult.

I was forced to perform useless tasks only fools such as these boys would even think to do. At one point, I was sure they were making it up as they went to get me to speak, to cry, to do something, but I thought I was better off keeping to myself.

They made me shoot an apple off of some poor guy’s head, but it didn’t seem like he cared much.

It wasn’t until Peter declared that one of his minions were to shoot an apple off of my head that I began to get worried, but, again, I made sure to put on a straight face. I didn’t need these boys having the upper hand.

My heart rate sped up a bit as the boy picked up the bow. He grabbed an arrow and aligned it I hoped properly. His eyes squinted as he aimed for the blood red fruit on my head.

The arrow shot toward me, and before I could move, it grazed deeply into the skin of my cheek. My hand shot up to touch the gash.

They all watched, anticipating, almost craving my reaction.

A reaction, that’s all they wanted from me. I couldn’t possibly give it to them. I slowly took my hand away from my face and stood up tall, staring down there awaiting eyes.

“Well, I think you’ll do just fine here.” Peter announced as he pushed through the boys to get to me. “I reckon we should celebrate.”

The smirk that was slowly becoming familiar to me crept up on his face.

“Boys, get the fire going.”

• • • • •

There were three things I knew for certain.

One, I hate the pipes. Two, all of these boys were certainly mad. Three, I hate Peter’s idea of celebration.

I rubbed my forehead in hopes to find some relief to this headache. I glanced up at the boys and rolled my eyes once again. Did they even know what they were celebrating? Because I certainly didn’t.

“Y/N!” Peter called as he sauntered over to me. “Why aren’t you celebrating?”

I looked up at him silently.

“What’ve I done? You look like you want to murder me.” He chuckled.

“That’s just my face.” I muttered in annoyance.

“Ugh, you remind me of Felix.” He huffed as he rolled his eyes.

I assumed by ‘Felix’ he meant Sasquatch. The kid was gigantic, and I noticed he didn’t enjoy this ‘celebration’ too much either.

“Suit yourself, I know you’ll come join them soon. Everybody does.” He said before walking back to his wild boys.

I sighed. Finally that blubbering idiot was gone.

My fingers grazed the deep cut on my cheek and I winced.

“Looks like it hurts.” A deep voice said from above me. I craned my head up to meet his eyes. Sasquatch.

“Not really.” I lied as I glanced at the scar on his face before quickly returning my gaze to his eyes.

His brow shot up.

“I’ve used that line before.” He mumbled, sitting down next to me.

We watched the boys dance, or whatever the hell they were doing, neither of us bothering to speak.

I’m glad he was quiet. I didn’t want to have to deal with another loud mouth like Pan.

• • • • • • •


Felix and Y/N grew close after that day. She found he was the only lost boy she could tolerate.

Soon, every where Y/N was, they were positive Felix was just a couple steps behind.

Most of the boys even thought Felix had grown to fancy the girl, but they didn’t dare to ask him. One boy did that and got screamed at.

The two were side by side on one of the logs eating lunch and watching the other boys. They did this a lot.

“Do you ever just want to smack some of them?” She asked suddenly as they watched one of the boys very confidently attempt to do a backflip from one of the tree branches.

Felix chuckled at the question.

“All the time.”

We both laughed for a while.

“I’m glad you came, Y/N.” Felix admitted after a moment of silence.

She looked over to him in confusion. He immediately looked away from her and to the ground.

Felix was never one to get sappy. She knew that and she’d only been on the island for around two weeks.

“Peter said if the shadow brought you here then it was for a reason.” He mumbled, still unable to look at her.

“What do you mean?” She asked carefully.

He finally looked up and stared at her for a moment before a smile broke out on his face, something she hardly ever saw him do.

“All I’m saying, Y/N, is that I think I know exactly why he brought you here.”