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B.A.P are people who don’t judge, don’t discriminate, don’t hate, doesn’t forget values and principles, never forgets morals, tries to actively spread happiness and love in the world, values their parents, values every human and the list could go on.

My point is if you believe in good then stan Bap. I might be biased but I have damn good reasons to be. *proud*

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

i wanna talk about that one story from ed where he said that harry got him that giant lego set and they spent all night putting it together like imagining the two of them just sitting around reading the instructions and putting this giant lego together is too adorable my heart can’t take it

  • Yann: I have an idea. It's very uncool.
  • Yann: It's not illegal, technically, but it's still a dick move.
  • Rose: I love it.

In the earliest of day,
In the latest of night,

Below the brightest of blues,
Beneath the darkest of hues,

Be it snowing or raining,
Clouding or if the sun is
Simply shining,

Remember please of 
All that we had,

Of all that we did,
Of all that we were,
Of all we’ll ever be,

In the end just
Remember me.

— 

remember - a.v.

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Cursed Child was dumb and here are some reasons why

(warning: spoilers. this probably won’t make sense unless you’ve read the script. far be it from me to recommend this kneazle-vomit of a play, though, so if you haven’t read it, good)

  • the plot is messy, strange, and childish. there’s only one time-turner left!! how will the characters cope when said time-turner is lost? oh lol they’ll just use this other convenient time-turner. for convenient plot points, see also: harry can suddenly speak parseltongue again, because well he just kind of needs to be able to do that
  • Harry cursing “oh dumbledore” without a hint of irony. like really? really
  • the characterisation was a pile of dragon dung and we all freaking know it. let’s break it down into individual characters here because fuck if I can stop at one bullet point for this
  • Hermione: the brightest witch of her age, the constant crusader for the unloved and the unrepresented, whose successful career and capacity for kindness apparently rest in the hands of her romance with Ron Weasley. oh… but wait. it sounds a little familiar, this story. hear me out. let’s see now, a highly intelligent person who falls in love but doesn’t have that love reciprocated, and who then becomes a really fucking mean teacher at Hogwarts through bitterness. sound like anyone we know? fam, they tried to parallel Hermione and Snape. Hermione and Snape. this being the same Snape who sneered in Hermione’s face when she’d been visibly hexed, and made her cry; the same Snape who bullied Neville Longbottom for years, while Hermione muttered instructions under her breath to help him. if you want to tell me that Hermione would ever allow herself to become a Snape parallel then I will kindly invite you to shove a dirigible plum where there’s no lumos solem
  • Harry: when Harry was at his angriest in OOTP, and he’s yelling at Ron and Hermione, there’s one thing we notice. everything he yells is true. he means it. he’s bitter about it and he’s loud and furious, but he doesn’t have the kind of anger that just says anything to cause hurt, that speaks without thinking, not even at this crisis point in his life. are you really going to tell me that the boy who knows down to his bones what it’s like to feel rejected, and misunderstood, and alone, would ever say - even in anger - that he wishes Albus wasn’t his son? I am going to snap wands over this
  • Cedric. and this one burns. because Cedric was brave and he was true, and he had a sense of justice that led him to telling Harry about the way the golden egg worked, and led him to sharing the winning of the triwizard tournament with Harry. he died, he was murdered at the age of seventeen, embodying a sense of justice so strong, an innocence, a goodness. Cedric Diggory - the boy who believed in fairness with an integrity that is astounding - becoming party to the indiscriminate killing and casual torture of the Death Eaters just because he had his head engorged one time… is about as likely as Hagrid stomping on a dragon egg. it’s an insult to who he was and I am going to engorge the entire bodies of the writers of this fucking play so that hopefully they’ll just float away too, with all the grace and likeability of Aunt Marge
  • Voldemort: can we all agree now that Voldemort would not father a child. the idea of him experiencing lust seems out of character; the idea of him giving into a base urge seems more so. it’s too human, too vulgar, too physical; it would associate him with the common and the mainstream in a way that I contend he would find repulsive. Tom Riddle Sr. was trapped by Merope into sex and romance; to have sex would be to bring himself closer to his parents, down to the level of a Muggle and a witch who lacked power and craved love, two things Voldemort could never, ever stand. no. he wouldn’t have sex just because he wanted to; he’d be repelled by the idea. what other reason could there be for him to do the nasty with Bellatrix? to ensure the continuation of his line? that makes even less sense. achieving immortality for Voldemort was always a question of magic, a personal quest. he wouldn’t go for a messy, physical back-up plan. he always thought that he would win. if anything, he would see a child as a future threat, not a security. another being in the world with the promise of his power? he wouldn’t risk it.
  • what the fuck was that trolley witch scene though
  • “for voldemort and valour” are you serious. is there a Gryffindor spy in the Voldemort camp laughing their ass off because they actually managed to get that one through. and are they ten years old
  • overall, the message of the play infuriated me. Delphi was the child of Voldemort, so she was evil. Albus was the child of Harry, so he was good. Scorpius was the son of Draco, so he should have been evil, but Draco’s actually kind of good now and his mother was nice, so he can be good too. where is the complexity? was five hours of drama not enough to find some shades of morality? where is the hope, where is the resonance, in a story that says that good begets good and evil begets evil, and nothing can really change? the Harry Potter book series was about a boy who grew up with something inside him that was utterly evil, and who rejected it, fought against it, changed the path that fate seemed to wish him to walk. not slytherin, not slytherin. we had Regulus Black and Sirius Black, who rejected their pasts, whose heritage and whose House stood for nothing against their principles, their eventual and separate forms of bravery. we had Remus Lupin, who transformed into a monster but never became one, not even after years of rejection and pain. we had the word mudblood, and we watched Hermione fight it, we knew it was ridiculous to label someone based on their blood. and now… we have the Cursed Child. a play which is flat, and stupid, and tells us that your parentage inevitably dictates your character - and that how you’re treated is how you’ll treat others. dear writers, in the words of Albus Dumbledore, you fail to recognise that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be. you fucks.
Real Americans

Alright, there are some big warnings on this one, so please read them before you read on. This is a very serious fic, looking a little bit at racism and sexism back in the 20th century, and especially in the military.

During WWII, a lot of people banded together to fight for a safer world, but that doesn’t mean that racism and sexism were temporarily put aside. Women were often limited to working in factories, communications, and as nurses for the war effort.

Japanese Americans were forced to live in internment camps when the Japanese became involved in the war, allied with Germany (though working towards their own militaristic goals). This was for fear that these Japanese Americans, many of which had been born in America, would turn against the country and strike against them from the inside.

And segregation was still in effect during the war. Even in the military, the segregation of African Americans occured, and it was often the case that, despite the large number that enlisted into the war, they filled noncombative roles, and there were very few African American officers.

These things should never be forgotten. Especially considering the fact that this racism and sexism still exists in the world. These people experienced, and often still experience, hardships, just because of the colour of their skin, or the perceived weakness of their gender.

If we do our best to remember this, then we will also remember their strength and bravery in fighting against this prejudice. We still need this strength to keep fighting for equality today.

I also wanted to show that there were, and still are, good people that want this equality. If we forget that, then we lose hope, and we need that hope.

I was a little worried about writing this, as it is a sensitive topic, but it is one that I feel strongly about, and one that I also didn’t think I could just gloss over in this series. If you have any feedback, please let me know.

WARNINGS- SEXISM, RACISM, RACIST SLURS, SEXUAL HARRASMENT DIRECTED AT READER, SWEARING

TIMELINE- 1943

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“Can you believe that she’s been recruited into Cap’s special team? She’s not even a soldier,” one of the American soldiers exclaimed.

“Isn’t she married to Barnes? That’s probably why she’s in,” a second man replied. “It’s going to be an absolute mess… the battlefield is no place for a woman, especially one with no training.”

“Barnes probably just wanted to keep her around so that he can fuck her whenever he wants. Can’t blame him for that.”

“I don’t think the decision had anything to do with Barnes,” a third voice chimed in. “From what I saw of her in Austria, she’s pretty capable.”

“Yeah, I bet she is,” the first man laughed.

You took a deep breath. You didn’t want to face them, but you needed to walk past them to get to Steve’s meeting.

You knew that there would be some people that would disapprove of your inclusion in the Howling Commandos, but you weren’t really expecting such gross words to be said about you.

“I don’t know why you’re so surprised she’s there,” the second soldier began. “He’s recruited a Jap and a coloured man. And they say Rogers is an American ideal… he should have picked real Americans, like us.”

That was enough. They could say whatever they wanted about you. You didn’t care all that much. But Jim Morita and Gabe Jones were better men than these soldiers were. They deserved respect, no matter the colour of their skin.

You stepped out from behind the tent that you had been listening from and walked right up to the three men.

“What do you want?” one asked with a smirk. His voice matched that of the first soldier.

“I just wanted to tell you that Jim and Gabe are two of the best people I have ever met, and you shouldn’t look down on them,” you replied firmly.

“That’s nice princess,“ the second soldier snickered.

You then turned your attention to him, doing your best to supress your frustration and timid nature. “And if you were wondering why Steve chose them over you, I think I have an answer for you. He must have spoken to you for five minutes.”

The third soldier laughed, and your attention was drawn to him. “Can I ask? Do you have any problems with the fact that an African American, a Japanese American, and a woman helped to save your life?”

“Of course not Mrs. Barnes,” he replied. You sensed no lie on him, and perhaps a genuine sense of respect.

“I’m glad,” you smiled for the first time since getting involved in this conversation. “Do you have any problems with these real Americans continuing to risk their lives to fight for the country that they love?”

“No,” he shook his head.

You nodded. “I know that it is hard to stand up for something that you feel strongly about. But please try when you can. We all need to work together to tear down the prejudices.”

He nodded, and you turned to leave.

“Thanks for the lecture princess,” the first soldier mocked, slapping your behind as he did.

“Hey!” the third soldier yelled. Before he could do anything though, you turned and punched the first soldier in the face. You knew Peggy would be proud.

“You stupid bitch, I’m going to get you discharged for this!” He moaned angrily through his bloody nose.

“You can’t. As you were pointing out earlier, I’m a civilian,” you replied with a smile. “And I get the feeling you’re the kind of guy who would not like telling others that a woman managed to land a punch on you.”

He remained silent, but glared daggers at you.

“Oh, and you won’t have to take my word for it for long,“ you said. “Jim and Gabe are going to show you themselves just how loyal, strong, dedicated and wonderful they are.”

You began to walk away, then called over your shoulder as an aside. “I hope you enjoyed my capability. If your nose doesn’t stop bleeding soon, I suggest you see someone about it.”

When you were finally out of range, you sighed in relief as you stopped fighting against your body’s natural instinct, and you began to shake. What you had just done was so out of character for you, but you didn’t regret a single word or action. Especially when you pushed your way into the tent set aside for your meeting, and saw Jim and Gabe sitting around with the other Commandos, laughing about something or other.

“Are you ok (Y/N)? You’re a little late,” Steve asked as you took your place between him and Bucky.

“I’m fine,” you smiled at him. “I just had something important to take care of.”

You knew that the prejudices that existed against women and people of colour would not disappear immediately, and that the ripples of it would continue to spread for a long time to come. But you held out hope that one day the world would be a much more fair and equal place for everyone. And to get there, everyone would have to come together and fight for it. And that is why you said what you did.

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do you mean can i relive @pika-ace messing with my emotions for 12 beautiful beautiful chapters just to draw a picture???

YES I CAN

(psst the last chapter made me cry dont tell anyone)

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Mystic Messenger x Cheese in the Trap Crossover

I (horribly) attempted to try and draw MM characters in one of my favorite art styles, which is Soonkki’s, who created the webtoon: Cheese in the Trap. I’m very influenced by their style, especially with how I draw eyes and expressions. So yeah, when I was playing through Zen and Jumin’s route, I can’t help but see some parallels between some MM characters and CiTT, so I’ve been wanting to try and draw them in Soonkki’s style for a while… but I kind of… butchered it lmao.

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The odd thing is, you're being degraded because of the heteronormativity of the world. Het until proven innocent, if you will. You're being lumped with the het who go to gay bars at peak hours to ogle the wildlife, having an unintended impact on the habitat. Lunch is different, but uncomfortably close. You've got a park ranger's perspective on preserving things from the inside, but stop being annoyed when the animals ask what right you have to be there. You can support w/o intruding, friendo.

What did I just read? I just took a painkiller for a headache, but I ibuprofen has never made written words incomprehensible to me before.

Got7 trying *but kinda failing* at Valentine's Day

Group(s) & Members(s): Got7

Genre: fluff 

Warnings: none

A/N: Surprise I’m finally here with something! sorry i’ve been gone, life is crazy yall. The order in which they appear are Jackson, Mark, Youngjae, Jinyoung, Jaebum, Yugyeom & Bambam. please ignore any typos or errors im too lazy to edit this rn i’ll get around to it eventually. 


Jackson: 

Jackson is THE MOST about Valentines. He’s all about the ~romance~ and all about getting alllll the cliche gifts like chocolates and roses, despite you telling him that you didn’t really care about those sorts of things. You walk into your apartment to find the biggest teddy bear you’ve ever seen and you know Jackson is behind it when you hear his suppressed giggles. “Isn’t this great Y/N!” and tbh he seems more excited about it than you are so you get the feeling that he mainly bought it for himself. After dinner he takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, stopping only to tell you to cover your eyes. “Wait right here while I go get your present” and you feel like you’re waiting forever and after the 5 minute mark you get worried so you call out to him. He doesn’t respond and instead all you hear are some suppressed grunts. Finally you give in and head to where the noise was coming from. You burst into immediate laughter when you find him, shirtless with his arms tangled up in black and red lace. His eyes go wide when he sees you, “GIRLS ALWAYS GET TO WEAR LINGERIE SO I THOUGHT I WOULD TRY IT TO BE SEXY FOR YOU BUT I’M STUCK”. After laughing for a good 10 minutes at him you finally grab some scissors and free him. 

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The Netflix Series of Unfortunate Events is turning out to be awesome! Super stoked for season 2. Loving how VFD members are getting a lot more screen time too! And Lemony Snicket!! And UNCLE MONTY!!!

Teenage Angst Edgelord Baz Pitch

I’m very funny i know and the basil joke totally hasn’t been made a thousand times before ahaha

Also isn’t this the laziest shading you’ve ever seen?? The answer is yes but do i care?? also yes absolutely please don’t hate me

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Requested by anonymous


“I still maintain that it’s your fault we’re here,” you said to Dean, glaring at him. You sat between the Winchester brothers in an interrogation room in Portland, because SOMEONE decided it was a good idea to snoop around a crime scene for evidence of demons or some other weird crap.

“How was I to know they’d think our FBI badges were fake?” Dean retorted.

“Hey, don’t say anything that’ll get us into more trouble,” Sam warned.

That was when the door opened, and the investigator stepped in. You had a look of surprise when you recognized him. A look that was mirrored on his own face.

“Y/N?” he asked in surprise. “I thought you moved to another state.”

“I did, but I started traveling with these two,” you replied, pointing at the two brothers on either side of you. They both gave small waves.

“You know this guy?” Sam asked you as the investigator sat down.

“Yeah, Nick Burkhardt. Childhood friend of mine,” you replied with a nod.

“Who is now wondering what you were doing interfering with a police investigation,” Nick stated.

“I was wondering that myself,” you replied with a pointed look at Dean. Dean opened his mouth to answer, but Sam beat him to the punch.

“We are FBI agents. Those badges aren’t fake,” Sam stated. They weren’t exactly valid at the moment, either, but Nick didn’t need to know that. “The three of us are kinda like a special team. Whenever something really weird is going on that the others might get freaked out over, they send us.”

“And we’ve seen some pretty freaky things,” Dean chimed in. “It just so happened that our current investigation overlapped with your crime scene.”

“Right. And what’s so creepy about this one?” Nick asked.

“Location, mostly,” you replied. You knew Nick. He would see right through any lies. So you tried to steer this conversation as close to the truth as possible without getting yourself marked as insane. “There has been a lot of weird stuff going on around here lately. And not just the typical Bigfoot sighting, though a Bigfoot mauling IS one of the things on the list. Werewolves, witches, aliens, a guy commanding an army of mice, among other weird things… I’m not saying all of these are real. Aliens for sure don’t exist on Earth, but isn’t it weird that sightings of all of these have been occurring right around here?”

Nick’s eyes widened as you were talking, as if he knew what you were talking about. However, after he stopped, he went back into his stern cop look. “What I find odd is the fact you’ve been traveling with known felons with multiple arrest warrants out,” he said, pulling out his phone and showing a news article that shows Sam and Dean as dangerous criminals and asks people to alert their local police if spotted.

“Those are just misunderstandings,” Dean said, a little desperately.

“You know what I was talking about, though,” you told Nick, looking him in the eye. “You know about the weird sightings. And you know me, I wouldn’t lie to you. I know how well you can read people.”

“My hands are tied with Sam and Dean. I have to arrest them on the warrants alone. But I would like to have a talk with you about what you know of the weird stuff around here,” Nick stated, before getting up and leaving the room.

Love and Letter

Member: Dino/Chan
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1,428


Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

There you were.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Was it getting hotter in the room? Chan pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck and wetted his dry lips with his tongue. He needed something to distract him, and quick. Over time, it has become a bad habit of his to stare at you when you weren’t looking. A hand brushed through his hair out of habit and his fingers grasped onto the first thing they could find- a pen. A sigh left his lips as his thumb repeatedly clicked the pen.

Oh God.

You were laughing at something somebody said and took your assigned seat at the front of the room. Chan’s eyes were drawn to the way your shirt stuck to your shoulders and the shape of your throat. He inhaled deeply and told himself to look away before he got caught, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Too late. He somehow managed to catch your eye and you sent him a small smile.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

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days in bed | john shelby

reader and john spend the day in bed and talk about things

Originally posted by rxbytuesday

It wasn’t very often that John got a day off work. If he did then he spent most of the time asleep due to the lack of sleep. However, today was different. John had planned this day off for a while, wanting to spend the day with you. He had plans to take you out but after some discussion you had both decided on stay in instead.  

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Adorable as hell.

Hi! I want to request a negan x child reader one shot where negan is like a dad to her and she’s just a little adorable sunshine!😍 

I hope you like it! 💕

You were running through the halls of the Sanctuary, bumping people as you followed a cat that had gotten inside somehow.

The people you pushed out of the way were annoyed by the way you bumped them like they were furniture, but what bothered them the most was that you would never get scolded because you were Negan’s favourite.

He had found you at the beginning of the outbreak and saved you from a group of bad people that had no good intentions, then he took you in and grew fond of you, but who wouldn’t? You were just a sweetheart, a little spoiled, but adorable as hell.

The cat ran out of sight, he was sprinting through the pairs of legs and you had to bid your feet to go faster so you could find him again. But the cat got away and you couldn’t get any closer to him because someone grabbed your waist with an arm.

You grunted and wiggled your legs in the air as he lifted you up.

“No running in the halls, sweetheart”, Negan laughed and held you in the air with only one arm.

“Kitty”, was the only thing you could say, for he was pressing his arm on your stomach and you were sort of sad for seeing the small cat getting away.

“Come again?”, he finally put you on the ground but you didn’t ran out chasing the cat anymore, he had gotten away.

“There was a cat…”, you said and a mournful look appeared on your face. “I just wanted to play with him.”

“A cat?”, Negan arched an eyebrow and then the laughter returned to his lips.

You nodded, looking down and with a pout on your face.

“What did it look like?”, he asked, humouring you.

“It was a he”, you corrected, which made him laugh again.

“I am not gonna fucking ask you how you know that, sweetheart”, he told you. “You really like cats, huh?”

You nodded again, looking at him in the eyes. He was tall, almost two feet taller than you, which meant that to look at his face you always had to crane your neck.

Dwight appeared from behind Negan.
“We’re ready”, he told him, referring to the people that Negan would be taking that day to handle one of the communities that worked for him.

Negan didn’t turn to look at the guy, he kept his eyes on you, yet he nodded at his words.

“Don’t get in trouble while I’m gone, sweetheart”, he said and took a step closer to you, ruffling your hair and quickly grazing your cheek with the back of his forefinger.

“When are you coming back?”, you asked with a sweet voice, the one he loved to hear when he got back home after a long day of work and the one he longed to hear while he was away.

Your question was not uncommon, you asked him that every time he left the compound, even when he promised that he wasn’t gonna go too far.

“Tomorrow morning”, he answered.

“What?!”, your voice became louder and not as tender as it had been just a second ago. “B-But why?”

“I gotta handle this shit, we’ve talked about it”, Negan told you sternly and you nodded, yet you had a hard time accepting the fact that he wasn’t gonna be there to tuck you in at night as he usually did.

“What if you don’t come back?”, the brittleness in your words almost made his heart melt.

“I will, sweetheart”, he said confidently. You trusted him and you knew he was gonna come back, but you wanted to hear it from his own voice.

“Do you promise?”, you raised your eyebrows and held your hands together at the level of your chest in a hopeful gesture.

“I promise, princess”, Negan nodded and turned his head to Dwight, hoping he wasn’t witnessing that moment.

“Pinky promise?”, you lifted your little finger at him, he looked down at it and sighed.

“Pinky fucking promise”, he said through gritted teeth and chained his finger with yours.

You smiled widely and found some kind of relief in his promise. He grabbed you by your shoulder and pulled you to him, he placed a kiss on your forehead and then he turned around and walked away.

“See ya, little one”, Dwight smiled at you and you did the same, waving goodbye at him as he followed Negan.

You spent the rest of the day just doing what you usually did, reading some books and drawing on the sketchbook that you had kept with you since you left your house all those months ago.

When the sky turned black and there was only the moonlight to light your room, you felt a little nostalgic. It would be the first night since you had arrived to the Sanctuary that Negan wouldn’t be visiting you and talking about his day, telling you about how he killed and threatened people, which used to scare you at first, but it eventually became the most normal thing to you.

You threw yourself on the bed, pulling the covers over you and curling up as you held on to the pillows, searching for a bit of warmth to make up for Negan’s absence.

You fell asleep with a tear falling on your pillow.

The next morning you woke up, you suddenly remembered that Negan had promised that he would be back in the morning, so you rolled on the bed and kicked the blankets off, you got on your feet and quickly headed towards the door, but before you could open it, you heard a voice in your room.

“In a bit of a rush, aren’t we, sweetheart?”, you heard Negan’s voice, you turned your neck to find him sitting on a chair with both arms on the armrest.

“You’re back!”, you squeaked and ran to him, jumping to his lap and hugging him.

“And I got something for you, princess”, he said and looked around the room. “Ah, there it is.”

Negan lifted you sligthly and you put your feet on the floor, he stood up from the chair and walked towards your night table, he picked up what you thought was a small ball of fur and then he went back to you.

“I know how much you like cats”, he said and handed you the little ball that meowed once his wide blue eyes met yours.

You grabbed him from Negan’s hands and pressed his face against yours, he was so soft and fluffy that you wanted to keep him there forever.

“He’s gorgeous!”, you exclaimed with the biggest smile on your lips. “Can I keep him?”

He sighed and shook his head, knowing he was already giving you a lot of privileges over the others, but he couldn’t say no when two pairs of wide eyes were looking at him and batting their eyelashes.

“You’re gonna clean its shit”, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “And I don’t want him fucking running all around the place.”

You ran to him and hugged his waist with one arm, for you were still holding the small cat with one hand.

“Thank you, Negan”, you murmured against his chest, with the cat between you two.

“Anytime, sweetheart”, he placed his hand on the top of your head and stroked your hair.