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Strip That Down For Me, Baby (pt. 1)

Characters: Negan X Reader

Warnings: None yet ;)

Notes: so this is what happens when you have Negan on the brain while you watch Coyote Ugly lol this one’s probably gonna be another 3 or 4 shot fic cuz I really need to focus on my longer series :) ♡♡♡ please let me know what'cha guys think


“Goddamnit Amber! Why the hell are we going to a bar? You know I gotta be at work in the fucking morning”.

Amber giggled “Trust me you’ll thank me later”.

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girlmeetshit  asked:

A funny prompt for you, Sunshine, hope you enjoy!!! Jack asks "where the babies come from" on a dinner and gets different versions (and reactions) of embarrassing answers from Veronica, Archie, Cheryl and Kevin and his parents.

Where Do Babies Come From?

“Jack, baby, brush your teeth like a good boy, okay?”

“But I  want to say hi to Aunt Vewonica!” Jack protested.

“If you go brush your teeth, I’ll let you stay up and say hi to everyone, okay?”

Jack nodded and toddled off down the hall to brush his teeth.

The Jones’ were having a house-warming party. They had bought their first house in Riverdale, not worrying too much about their small, cozy apartment when it was just two newlyweds and a baby.

But now that Jack was three-and-a-half and Betty was a few months pregnant, they figured it was time for an upgrade.

Betty looked behind her at the clock. They would be here any minute.

“How’s it going in there, babe?” She called into the kitchen as she placed the last fork on the table.

“Almost done, Bets.” Jughead answered. He peered out of the kitchen, a flour dusted apron around his shirt.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Betty walked over and opened it, ready to welcome her friends.

Archie held a very pregnant Veronica’s hand, and behind them stood Reggie, Josie and Kevin.

They made their way inside as Betty took coats and Jughead poured glasses of wine.

“Mommy!” Jack yelled from the other room. “Aunt Vewonica’s here?” He called again, racing into the room. “Aunt Vewonica!” He smiled as he caught sight of the gang in the doorway.

“Hey my love!” Veronica called, carefully stepping out of her heels.

“What’s that?” Jack asked as he pointed at Veronica’s 8-month belly.

“There’s a baby in there, sweetheart. Veronica is going to be a Mommy.” Betty explained.

“Oh.” Jack nodded, grabbing Veronica’s hand and pulling her down the hall, towards the stairs.

Jughead started to place appetizers onto plates, setting them on the dining room table as the doorbell rang again.

Betty opened it, greeting Cheryl and ushering her inside.

“Sorry I’m late.” She apologized as she slid off her boots.  "I had the worst day,“ She murmured, sliding up to Josie and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Betty heard laughter from upstairs, footsteps, then Veronica and Jack rounding the corner.

“There’s my favorite Jones boy!” Cheryl called as she saw Jack.

“Thanks a lot, Cheryl.” Jughead called from the kitchen.

Veronica rubbed her large belly as she sauntered in after Jack.

“You’ll never guess what Crackerjack just asked me,” Veronica smirked, using Jughead’s nickname for the boy.

“Oh, God, what?” Betty moaned.

“Go ahead, buddy, ask Mommy what you asked me.”

Betty lifted him in her arms.

“Where do babies come from?” Jack asked innocently.

“Uh, um well, they come from-” Betty started.

“The toothfairy!” Kevin answered. Reggie glared at him and Cheryl gave him a ’what the hell are you talking about’ stare.

“Isn’t that what they call those things?”

“You mean the stork?” Veronica interjected.

“Oh, that’s right. Sorry.” Kevin laughed. “They come from the stork!”

“Well, buddy, when two people love each other, they -” Reggie got cut off.

“Reggie, he’s three.” Betty reminded him quickly.

“Jughead help me out, here?” Betty called.

“Did our son just ask where babies come from?” Jughead leaned in from the kitchen.

Betty nodded, tight lipped.

“I’m a little busy in here.” Jughead laughed.

Archie turned, heading towards the kitchen. “I’m with him!” Archie said, Reggie in tow.

“Well, sweetie, where do you think babies come from?”

“Dinosaurs!” Jack answered excitedly.

“Yeah! They come from dinosaurs!” Betty said quickly, kissing the top of his head and setting him down. “Okay, handsome, off to bed. I’ll be there in a minute to tuck you in.”

Jack peered up, blue eyes as big as saucers. “Aunt Vewonica and Aunt Cheryl and Aunt Josie too?”

“Sure thing, buddy.”

Jack raced off down the hall as Veronica started laughing.

“You realize you just told your son babies come from dinosaurs, right?”

“I-” Betty took a deep breath, smiling. “He’s three, okay? He’ll find out the truth eventually. Betty than telling him the toothfairy!” She defended herself.

“This is why we’re not having kids,” Josie laughed, pointing between Cheryl and herself.

“Before we tuck Jack in…” Betty started to smile. “Speaking of babies…”

“No!” Veronica exclaimed. “Our babies are going to be, like, five months apart?!”

The girls hugged each other before walking down the hall, ready to put Jack down for the night.

I don’t know how most people’s intrusive thoughts behave but mine rather then violent imagery or loud repeated thoughts it’s more like a shitty friend who you know has the worst ideas who keeps sliding up to you while you’re doing washing up and saying stuff like:

“You could totally jam that pen into his jugular before he could stop you. Wanna try?”

“What if you licked that mans face? I bet that would be funny”

“You should totally jump off that building”

“You know what’s a good idea? Murder.”

And I have to be all “Shut the fuck up Brad. You are awful and this why I never listen to you”

pastelmogar  asked:

Basically, it's a Stranded Deep au where Mark gets shipwrecked (for reasons I can explain later) and spends three days on the open ocean before he reaches an island. While on the island, Mark does his best to survive, but every once in a while, will notice a shadow lurking in the water, a shark. Or so he thinks until a merman decides to stop by and say hello. Short version: Merman Jack annoys the cute human while Mark lives on an island. *jazz hands*

God u dont know how much i love this holy shit my dude.

Like this is honest to god the worst thing thats ever happened to him; its his absolute worst nightmare fully realized and the longer he sits there floating on this small piece of wreckage, the more hopeless he becomes. Theres no island in sight and he can spot the early signs of a storm heading his way. He can technically try to swim but his near-debilitating fear of the ocean prevents him from doing so.

After being stranded for 2 days with no sign of a helicopter rescue anywhere,the looming threat of a thunderstorm closing in, he gives up. He lays down on his backside and stares up at the rapidly darkening skies. Part of him wants to scream and cry, pound his fists into the wreckage with reckless abandon. How does this shit happen? How does this shit happen to GOOD people? He doesnt deserve this, no one does…

But part of him is just so at ease with the inevitable. It frightens him a little; shouldnt he be fighting? Kicking and screaming until his last breath? As the sky darkens and the stars come alive, he asks himself why hes so okay with this. Starving? Dehydrated? Has he finally lost his mind? Why is he so resigned to his fate?

As if trying to ease his guilt, he shouts for help, screaming as loud as his lungs will let him. He knows its futile and he probably wasted whatever little energy he had doing that taxing action but his conscious is a bit clearer knowing that he at least tried to help himself, tried to survive…

When he wakes up, he blankly stares up into the now beautiful blue, sunny skies with extreme confusion.

‘Am I dead?’ He questions. He looks to his left and right and gives out a long drawn out sigh when he sees nothing but water surrounding him. ‘If I am, this is fucking bullshit. Why would I still be stranded?’

He gazes at the skies above when suddenly, something clicks in his mind. The storm; its gone. Or it at least passed by him by but he quickly dismisses the idea. The storm was massive and his 'boat’ was heading straight for it. With the freezing cold air and rain, he wouldve died from hypothermia, theres no way he couldve survived it though…

“But here I am.” He mumbles. Hes still here and hes still stranded and all this does is remind him that by some sick twist of fate, his inevitable death has just been prolonged. He wants to cry, ot maybe think of some nice final thoughts before it happens but these fucking birds flying above him are cawing too loud for him to think straight.

He stills, as he realizes what he just said. Theres birds, circling above him. And if theres birds, then that means theres land nearby…

He shoots up, back ramrod straight as he frantically looks around him hoping to see some kind of land or ship standing out against the horizon. He looks behind him and fuck, if he didnt believe in a god or miracles before this moment, well… he does now.

The island is fairly close and with back facing towards it, its understandable how easily he missed it. If hr paddled for maybe 20 mins tops, he would be on the shore and finally out of the water. The entire time hes paddling hes crying his eyes out in a mix of disbelief,shock, and extreme relief.

As he gets closer, he notices that the island isnt as small as he initially thought; he might actually have to explore and see what else is inland. He spies some bushes and trees and he already sees some little sea critters scurrying around the shoreline.

The first thing he does when he stumbles onto the hot sand is collapse to his knees and laugh. He cant remember anything in his life that even compares to the overwhelming wave of happiness and relief that hes feeling in this moment.

He knows more than just the basics to survive and hes so glad he took classes and read up on different guides for worst-case scenarios. Hed admit that it was a bit dorky at the time but now that hes in a dire position to exactly what he needs to do here, he doesnt regret it.

His first night on the island is fantastic; hes hacked off some pretty big palm tree leaves for shelter and hes got fire going and some food with some to spare in the morning. For the first time in the past 4 days, hes falls asleep soundly.

The next morning, hes jolted awake by the sound of water splashing to the left of him. He snaps his attention to the sound only to see the water calm back down as if nothing had disturbed it. He hadnt noticed any other predators on land but he had completely ignored any possible ocean predators he may encounter…

Periodically throughtout the day, he would hear splashing sounds while he was out foraging. Each time, he would snap his head towards the noise but without his glasses, trying to pinpoint something so far away from him was nearly impossible. He hated the feeling that was coiling in his stomach… the feeling of someone watching him; of someone stalking their prey…

Whenever he ventured towards the sea, there was always a shadow floating right below the surface and everytime he would try and walk towards it, it would dash away into the ocean depths.

After a couple of days, he decided to try and risk fishing; theyre were super healthy and if he managed to be able to fish properly, he would last alot longer than with a diet of just coconuts and crabs. Besides, whatevers been 'stalking’ him is honestly too scared to attack him when he’s conscious, hell be fine.

Except, chucking a makeshift spear in the water to try and catch a fish is way fucking harder than he imagined. He had the tools just not the proper skill and if he wanted to survive out here long, he was gonna have to learn real quick. For now though, he gives up and decides to try his hand at it tomorrow.

When he wakes up the next day, he picks up his spear and heads for the ocean again. Hell give it one more shot and if he cant do it, hell go foraging for more supplies and just try again later. As he approaches the water, he notices not one, but two decent sized fish laying in the hot sand. They havent been out here for long he notes as he eyes the huge watery trail behind them thats yet to dry up in the morning sun.

As he stares at the fish he hears a splashing sound ahead of him. He glances up only to see the tail end of a fish quickly swimig away from him. Did they see him coming and accidentally drop their meal in a panic? Well, it doesnt matter how he got the fish, what matters is that he has the fish and he has an extra meal for later.

This strange occurence happens every morning and afternoon for the next 3 days. Hell go and try to fish at the crack of dawn only to have some already sitting there in a pile. In the the late afternoon, another pile. He feels like, someone is trying to help him… and he is so sure hes gone crazy at this point to even consider it but he cant explain why theres food just laying there for him every morning and evening as if to make sure hes never on an empty stomach…

Hes so determined to understand whats happening and hes willing to risk his own damn life to do so.

Instead of sleeping by the trees inland, he pulls his makeshift cot by the ocean water and prepare himself for the worst. He slides underneath it and falls asleep.

When morning comes, rather than waking up, he sits there absolutely still as he breaths as slowly he physically can. He hears a splash and he squashes his instinct to flinch at the sound.

He can he chattering and clicking as the creature swims back and forth from the water to shoreline. On the third trip, Mark takes a deep breath and flips over, lunging at the creature with his bare hands. The second the adrenine pumping through his veins dies down, he notices that whatever this thing is is green. Well its hair is green…

The creature is staring at him with wide eyes, crippling fear etched onto its features as they nervously click in the back of their throat. Mark looks down at what hes grabbed and realizes that hes grabbed the wrists… of a fish…

It doesnt take him long to realize that its a fucking mermaid, that much is obvious but he has no idea what it want with him. But theyve clearly been helping him for the past week or so, and for that he nods his head in approval.

“Thank you” he forces out, his voice raspy and dry from lack of use. He lets go of the mermaids wrists, unclear of what to do at the moment and from the look of it, the mermaid is just as confused.

“You asked for help…” It muttered, eyes wide as he spoke. The clicking noises in the back of his throat have subsided and now Mark can hear his voice clearly now.

“Help?” He questions. He honestly cant remember saying anything since he got here.

The mermaid quickly nods his head.

“Yeah, in the water, you were on a boat and you yelled at someone to help you. I was gonna swim away because of the storm but when i heard you, i turned around and dragged you with me.”

Mark stares at him and smiles. “That was you? I knew i wasnt supposed to survive that but not i know why…” He laughs and rakes his hand through his hair.

“I cant believe that worked, i cant believe-”

He looks at Jack and gives him a soft smile. “Thank you…” Mark leaves the sentence openended…

The mermaid takes the hint and shouts “Oh!”

“Jack, m'names Jack.” And yours?

“Mark. Just, yeah just Mark.”

Preference: You're Insecure About A Body Part (Request)



song you should listen to while reading these

warning: FLUFF

[this is lashton. i will do malum soon]


You look through the tumblr tag of your boyfriend, Luke Hemmings, just to see more pictures of him while he was away. There was an entire masterpost about just his nose, which always seemed to intrigue you when people could focus an entire rant about one body part on a person, yet you couldn’t help but agree with the fact that his nose was perfect. So was everything about him. Everything about him made you so happy and you felt like he was a perfect human being. That’s probably why it was so hard on you when you found a hate post about you. You were with such a perfect human being that when you compared yourself to him, you knew you were reaching in the relationship. The problem was that you couldn’t not click on posts about you. ‘Maybe this one will be positive,’ you would try and tell yourself everytime, but this was again a time where it just wasn’t. The same person that was focusing on the exact same body part as before, but this time, the body part belonged to you. The entire post was dedicated to making fun of your nose. A part of your body that had never really bothered you before. But now, it would be the focus of your negative attention. Of course, you get a text from Luke just as you’re feeling at your worst and you slide to unlock your phone. 

send me a picture of your face i want a new updated lockscreen :)

You start scrolling through pictures you’ve taken in the past few weeks and in every single one, you notice how weird your nose looks. Of course. You open the camera on your phone and take a bunch of new pictures, all of which you hate. Usually, you would just send the last selfie you took or just take a random one because you knew that Luke would appreciate it either way, but now, you couldn’t help but think that Luke felt the same way as the girl from tumblr. You decide to create a sweater paw and cover part of your face, including your nose, with it and send that picture. He sends back a smiley face and a picture of himself with a huge thumbs up. Your phone vibrates again and you see that he’s facetiming you. You immediately answer it and smile, seeing his face. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the top right corner of your phone screen and you create the sweater paw mask again.

“Is it cold there?” he giggles.


“You keep covering your face like it’s super cold.” he calls you out.

“Oh, um, yeah.” you say, somewhat unconvincingly.

“You look kinda sad, are you okay?”

“What? Yeah.” you say, pretending to scratch your nose to continue covering it.

“Show me your face.” he lightly smiles.


“I want to see you. You’re beautiful.” he smiles.


“Why do you have a problem showing your face to me?”

“I don’t it’s just… I just read this thing online about my nose and you’re just so perfect it’s like hard to compare…” you start ranting.

“Are you kidding me? Don’t let anyone like that get to your head. They’re just jealous and stupid. Listen to me, I love every single inch of you and so should you. You’re amazingly beautiful and if anything, I can’t be compared to you.”


“No, I won’t stop until you believe me. Tell me that you love how you look. You can’t naturally change anything about yourself and I would never want you to. I don’t want to have to remind you everyday that you’re beautiful because you should know. You should be able to wake up every morning and believe that you’re beautiful, but until then, I will remind you. And even after you start to believe it, I will keep reminding you because I can’t go a day without the thought of your beautiful face.”

“Luke I love you.”

“I love you too, but…”

“Luke, it will take time for someone to love themselves and even if so, no one could possibly love every single thing about themselves. Please understand that.”

“I completely understand that, trust me.”

“You’re beautiful too, Luke.”

“Thank you.” he smiles.


“Babe can you help me with this zipper?” you say, slightly opening the door to the dressing room. He stands up and starts zipping it up, but it doesn’t zip up completely. You sigh as you check yourself out in the mirror. You close the door and take the dress off. You try on three more without showing Ashton, hating the way your stomach seems to hang out in everything. Nothing that you’ve found flatters your figure at all and you start to wonder if it’s your stomach that’s the problem, not the clothes. You put on your original clothes and open the door, carrying all the dresses. You hang them up on the rack and run your hand through your hair.

“Did none of them fit?” he asks, innocently.

“Nope.” you say, blatantly, trying not to show your true emotions.

“Okay, we can try some other sizes or dresses.”

“No it’s fine, I can just wear something I already have.”

“Are you sure? I want to get you something new for this. It’s my first professional date with you and I want it to be special.”

“No, Ash, it’s really fine.” your voice cracks.

“Are you okay, your eyes are getting glossy?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Look me in the eyes. Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m not going to do that.” you shake your head.

“So you’re not?”

“What do you expect Ashton? Everything I wear shows that I obviously don’t have a six pack or flat stomach. I look fat in everything. It’s not the clothes, it’s me.”

“You’re…” he stutters.

“See, I am.” you shrug and try to walk back out of the dressing rooms.

“No babe,” he says, grabbing your wrist, “look at me. You are beautiful. I love the fact that you have curves. It makes me so happy. I want you to know that you’re not fat. You might not be a stick, but that’s perfectly fine with me. In fact, I love it. You make me happy and I hate it when you’re not happy. I need you to know that I love every part of you.”

You sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Look at me,” he says, putting his hand under your chin and making you look directly into his hazel eyes. “You are amazing and perfect and I wouldn’t want you any different than you are right now. I know you try to compare yourself with the models on magazines, but that’s not what I want. I want you and only you.”

Oliver drags his feet up the stairs and down the hallway. Outside his apartment door, he digs his keys out of his pocket just to accidentally drop them. He wants to cry. What else could go wrong today? He sighs instead and sinks down to the ground to collect them. Standing up again takes all of his remaining strength.

It’s Friday, at least. Thank God for small miracles. Maybe he’ll order in. He certainly doesn’t feel like cooking.

Briefly, he wonders what Connor’s doing tonight, but he pushes that thought away. They might be boyfriends now, officially, but that didn’t mean Connor would just come over every time Oliver had a long day. It wouldn’t be fair to Connor, anyway. Oliver is probably the worst company right now.

Oliver slides the key in the door then stops. The knob turns without him unlocking it. Did he leave his door unlocked this morning? No, he’s sure he didn’t. He always double-checks.

The lights are on in his living room and kitchen. There’s a familiar briefcase by the door. And something is definitely burning.

“Connor?” Oliver calls as he walks inside. He leaves his own briefcase by Connor’s, then shuts the door behind him and locks it.

“Oh, shit,” says a familiar voice in the kitchen.

Oliver rounds the corner, and there stands Connor in a green apron - and only a green apron - with the words, “Kiss the Cook,” stitched across the front. In oven-mitt covered hands, he holds a burned… meatloaf, maybe? It’s charred on top.

“Surprise?” Connor says, a smile on his lips that looks more worried than happy.

Oliver can’t stop staring. 

“I fucked this up, didn’t I?” Connor’s shoulders slump. His hands curl around toward the front of the pan, holding it closer to him.

“No.” Oliver takes a step forward.

“I was trying to be romantic.” Connor looks small now, naked in Oliver’s kitchen. No - their kitchen. They traded keys. Connor spent so much time here anyway, Oliver wanted this to feel like home for him. He never really thought Connor would actually use it.

Now that he has, though…

Could today be any more perfect?

“It is romantic,” Oliver says, smile blooming. “Connor, this is…”

Connor looks up, eyes bright with hope, smile returning.

“No one has ever done anything like this for me before. I don’t know how to thank you.”

Connor’s relief is palpable. His smile slides into that easy confident smirk, and he lifts a brow. “I can think of a few ways.”

Later, they order delivery, but not until Oliver has obeyed Connor’s apron and then seen him out of it.

Fic: and of course i forgive (i’ve seen how you live)

Yeah I have no clue what this is, okay? I sat down to write for an hour and here’s what happened. It’s set after ‘The Same Boat,’ but is obviously not canon compliant after that ep. My usual smush warnings apply, although this one is a touch angsty also (but angst lite – I’m still me).

The title is from one of my Caryl anthems, Vienna Teng’s stunning ‘Eric’s Song.’

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My Mad Fat Zombie Diary, Chapter One

Fandom: My Mad Fat Diary

AU Synopsis: Set in 1996, Rae is a patient at a mental home. Four weeks prior, a mysterious epidemic left her stranded with two other patients alone. The three friends are struggling to understand what happened to everyone, if their families are still alive, and how to survive. Along the way, they meet a gang of people who may be their only chance to make it.  

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The road to survival so far…

Prologue |

(General) Warning: Character deaths and mild violence. 


Chapter One: The Outside World

Rae shifted from one foot to another, staring through the glass entryway  doors of the Stamford mental hospital ward. It was overcast, wind shaking the leaves. Tix and Danny stood on either side of her, their smaller frames weighed down by backpacks and holding makeshift weapons in their hands. The three were silent, eyes searching the dead calm on the other side of the doorway for anything that would give them a hint of what was to come. At their backs, the hospital was deathly quiet. The darkness of the building was becoming a threat, fears making the thought of what lay behind seem as unlivable as what lay ahead. 

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