your earlier conversation with ben made me want to make this

STAR WARS is really good for time travel fic, the urge to give the characters a chance to fix things, now that they have an idea of what went wrong or what to look out for, while still having to relive so many painful things, that balance of suffering and yet it’s worth it for the hope it offers, it’s exactly what the best fic is made of. I LOVE TIME TRAVEL FIC SO MUCH, so I’ve collected together a bunch of my favorites!
(Last Updated: 2017.04.19)

Shadows of the Future by stormqueen873, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, 129.3k
   ObiWan lost the duel on Mustafar, but instead of dying, he finds himself on a ship leaving Tatooine, with his old Master and a familiar young boy. As events begin to unfold, can he stop the future he knows from occuring?
Lost Reflections by esama, obi-wan & ben, 30.k wip
   Obi-Wan didn’t become Qui-Gon Jinn’s apprentice, and Ben didn’t exile himself to Tatooine. On Bandomeer the two meet.
Threads of the Past by Magier74, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & xanatos, 37.8k
   Obi-Wan and Anakin make an unexpected detour returning home from a mission.
time to change the road you’re on by wreckageofstars, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 24.3k wip
   The end of the Clone War is near - the fall of the Republic even nearer. Anakin Skywalker, caught up in the events that lead to the rise of the Empire and the loss of everything he holds dear, finds himself sent nearly two decades into the future.
Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & cast, 54.3k wip
   Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious.
these are the good old days by QueenWithABeeThrone, han & obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k
   Han Solo, after being killed by his own son, wakes up as an eight-year-old on Corellia, then runs away from home. just his luck (or the Force) that his ride crashes on a world being squabbled over by the Republic and the Separatists. just his luck (or the Force) that he runs into Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi, too.
set this dance alight by QueenWithABeeThrone, obi-wan & ahsoka & han & cast, 3k wip
   “And don’t call me squirt.” “You’re shorter than I am,” Tano shoots back, “I get to call you anything I like.” or: Han Solo finds the Millennium Falcon a decade or so earlier than scheduled, and Obi-wan Kenobi finds himself adjusting to his new padawan while on the job.
White Rabbits by Butterfly, obi-wan/anakin & background anakin/padme & luke & leia & han & cast, NSFW, time travel, 102.5k wip
   Through the Force, everything is connected. Anakin and Obi-Wan find this out first-hand.
Futurus (-a -um) by cadesama, anakin/padme + obi-wan/anakin/padme + luke & leia & mon mathma & ahsoka, mildly nsfw, 53.2k wip
   Cracked hyperdrive? No problem. Just hold it together with the Force. Time travel? Well. That could be a bigger problem.
One Day More by CalaisKenobi, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & cast, 31.2k
   Obi-Wan is given the opportunity to make some changes in his past. With the help of some old friends, and the hindrance of some old enemies, the Galaxy will be forever changed.
Wake the Storm by bedlamsbard, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash) & cast, 75.4k
   Considering that he had picked up what was probably a Sith artifact, promptly passed out in the middle of a war zone, and apparently woken up twenty years in the future with Obi-Wan having taken up residence in his head, Anakin thought he was entitled to have a few questions.
Old Man Luke by scarletjedi, obi-wan & anakin & luke & cast, 10.4k wip
   Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?” He asked, hoping a direct question would yield answers. The old man seemed adept at side-stepping information when asked a bit more deftly. “I’ve never heard of a Master with your level of talent.”
Hello From the Other Side by DarthNickels, anakin & luke & han/leia & kylo ren & piett, body swap, time travel, 16.7k wip
   Kylo Ren is destined to take up the mantle of Vader. The Force can be incredibly literal.
I Found You by KeeperofSeeds, obi-wan & shmi, ~1k
   A pregnant Shmi makes it to the Jedi Temple and immediate seeks out and finds the boy who was (will be?) her son’s Master/brother/teacher/friend. The boy who became the man to sacrifice himself for her grandchildren. The One who shared her Visions.
went back and put up a fight by springsoldier (ladydaredevil), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 2k
   She probably shouldn’t trust the wish-granting Sith artefact. (In which Ahsoka makes a brave attempt at hugging the Dark Side out of Anakin)
Tumblr Ramblings (Obi-Wan Time Travel/AU-jump) by gaealynn, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast,
   At the end of RotJ, Obi-Wan reaches out a hand to help Anakin cross over and instead – wakes up on Naboo.
Hollow by JennMel, qui-gon & obi-wan & anakin & others, 5.6k
   Obi-Wan has always had a secret. And Qui-Gon could not, must not, ever know. If he did, then they would never even make it to Tatooine, let alone deal with the rest to come. One perfect possible future, that’s all Obi-Wan needed to achieve…that’s all.
Conversations at the Intersections of Time by Sentimental Star, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 5.2k wip
   What happens when a thirteen-year-old Anakin Skywalker and his twenty-nine-year-old Master get snatched back in time, only to come face to face with a fifteen-year-old Obi-Wan…and a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn?
Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & padme, 4.9k
   Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers.
The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by delicatefury, obi-wan & luke & leia & han & cast, time travel, ~4k
   Obi-Wan wakes up in the middle of a space battle. Or rather he doesn’t. Regardless, a dogfight is no place for an existential crisis.
TDPL Snippet - Leia and Obi-Wan by delicatefury, obi-wan & leia, 1.9k
   In honor of Carrie Fisher, here’s the first Leia POV scene I wrote for The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars.
TDPL snippet - The Padawan Discussion, round 2. by delicatefury, obi-wan & luke, 2.4k
   “I know… I know I made a big deal about being a Jedi like my Father,” Luke beings. “And I’m not taking it back,” he hastens to add. “I wanted to be a Jedi at first because he was. I guess I just wanted to know him in someway. But I didn’t wanna be a Jedi like my Father, y’know?
There’s Still Time to Change the Road You’re On by victoria_p (musesfool), anakin & luke & leia, 3.6k
   “Time travel? Are you kriffing kidding me?”
I’ll Be There For You by SinkingLikeASunset, obi-wan/anakin/padme (eventual) & qui-gon & clones & cast, 40.7k wip
   Just days after his fateful encounter with Anakin on Mustafar , Obi-Wan has resigned himself to a lonely existence on Tatooine. However, he has been granted a chance to go back and fix things. Obi-Wan must alter events and make changes as he struggles with memories of a dreadful future and deals with new developments this time around.
untitled by cadesama part 1 / 2 / 3, obi-wan & anakin & leia & rey & padme & finn & poe & cast, 2.7k wip
   A decade ago, Leia would have considered this a headache. Perhaps a nightmare. Now, she was mostly bemused.
of deserts and droids by songstress, rey & anakin, 3.9k
   Rey accidentally time-travels, and realizes that Jedi are even more weird than she had ever imagined.
Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & padme, 4.9k
   Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers.
One Day More by CalaisKenobi, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & cast, 31.2k
   Obi-Wan is given the opportunity to make some changes in his past. With the help of some old friends, and the hindrance of some old enemies, the Galaxy will be forever changed.
Conversations at the Intersections of Time by Sentimental Star, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 5.2k wip
   What happens when a thirteen-year-old Anakin Skywalker and his twenty-nine-year-old Master get snatched back in time, only to come face to face with a fifteen-year-old Obi-Wan…and a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn?
Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 11.2k
   Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers.
The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by A_Delicate_Fury, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia & cody & cast, time travel, 4.3k wip
   After a disaster on the cosmic scale that Obi-Wan is still trying to wrap his mind around, he finds himself back in the early days of the Clone Wars, Commander Cody loyally at his side, Anakin at his back, and Sidious plotting against the Jedi at every turn. He’s been given an unasked for chance to do everything over again. And with the Force as his ally, he intends to set the galaxy on a brighter path than its current trajectory.
The Reality of Change by midnight_vision, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, time travel, 66k wip
   Padmé dies on Mustafar and wakes up in the past, about a year before everything falls apart. She’s determined to make sure none of it happens again, and with some help, she tries to expose Palpatine for what he really is. But even if Anakin and the Republic can be saved, that doesn’t mean the outcome will be something any of them want.
From a Certain Point of View pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4, obi-wan & anakin & padme & ahsoka & sidious & cast, 7.5k
Tumblr Ramblings (Obi-Wan Time Travel/AU-jump) by gaealynn, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast,
   At the end of RotJ, Obi-Wan reaches out a hand to help Anakin cross over and instead – wakes up on Naboo.
The Fires by Driverpicksthemooseic (Ratkinzluver33), obi-wan/anakin & hinted obi-wan/anakin/padme, 4.2k
   He wakes quickly and without thought, breaking through the barrier of unconsciousness to find himself face down on the floor of a starfighter. (OR, Groundhog Day. ROTS, Battle of Mustafar, Full-On Groundhog Day. Yes, I am a masochist, thank you for asking.)
Where Have We Come? by soaring_heart, obi-wan & anakin, 1.9k
   The first time was one of the hardest and the easiest. Obi-Wan loses at Mustafar, but instead of dying he wakes up at the dawn of the last day of the republic, doomed to repeat the worst day of his life, over and over again.
All Over Again by tricksterity, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & shmi & cast, time travel, 27.7k wip
   Obi-Wan Kenobi is sixteen years old when he collapses in the training salle to the shock of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn. When he wakes up two days later after multiple seizures and flatlining once, he remembers the Clone Wars, remembers Mustafar, remembers being cut in half by the man he loved more than anything in the universe, and he remembers Luke and Leia.
Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & mace & dooku & palpatine & cast, sith!obi-wan, NSFW, 95.4k wip
   Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. Anakin Skywalker, also known as Darth Vader, seeks redemption while Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, disillusioned with the Jedi Order and its Code, falls to the Darkness.

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The Good Parent - Part Five

Summary: After taking a long break at work and finally returning, you were already working overtime on your very first day. You happened to be the kindergartener of the son of Dean Winchester, a busy hunter, who would turn out to be the reason for a lot of trouble for you.

Words: 1536

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Warnings: none

A/N: This is still a rewritten part. Including Part 7, everything will be rewritten forms of the old parts.


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Hidden Rooms - Part 2

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Jughead has followed a mysterious new girl to a room that provides students with escape. He starts to learn more about the girl to only find himself infatuated with her.

Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 2,578


Taglist: @sgarrett49

It was the final bell and I was off to my locker. As I turned a corner, there she was again. She was leaned up against the wall of lockers and upon seeing me, perked up from her position.

“You knew where my locker was?”, I gave an eyebrow.

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Satisfied [Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader]

Request: None, this was part of my prompt list!

Summary: You’re Vanessa’s best friend and Lin asks you for proposal advice. What he doesn’t know is that you love him. You also play Angelica in the musical.

A/N: All of my story ideas seem so unoriginal p-q This is along the lines of a songfic as well.

Disclaimer: This is not directed to be hate against Vanessa, I personally think she’s a beautiful woman inside out and that Vanessa and Lin are thE CUTEST THING EVER <3

Warning: None…I think.

Word Count: 1,625

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From Eden: Ch. I

There are things that put one to sleep and things that keep them awake, despite all other intentions. The world is split into these things and nothing else. Even when tired and even when looking for reasons to wake, somethings just don’t work. It was the flopping of pages onto the floor that startled Lexa awake despite her deep and unending need for more, despite the battle of both categories raging in her head. That and the sun that she tried to burrow against into her pillows. That and the tingling numbness that shot through her arm as it moved around in her bed as she tried to adjust. The sounds of morning started to filter into her awareness as she rubbed her arm, hoping to get life enough back into it as it was accompanied by grumbles of protest and utter complaint.

Weary and sore, Lexa sat up in bed and pushed her hair around. The bed, though her own, felt foreign and new once more while at the same time holding the faintest feeling of something she remembered. Four months in a hotel in Nebraska had nothing on the view from her bed at home. A month before that bouncing around world promoting meant a host of beds that each took a familiarity away from this moment. Beach and sunshine were a wall here for her, and from her bed, Lexa tried to remember that this is where she was now, at least until she finished reading and chose the next location.

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anonymous asked:

Hello not the anonymous of before. You could make one (or all, your decision) of these prompts 12, 47, 48. Thank you, I love your writing.

Thank you, Anon <3  I managed all three this time :D (Also, assume television-level realism for medical stuff here.)

“I’m pregnant.”/ “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”/ “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“I’m still recovering.  No.

“It wasn’t even a major surgery. There won’t be any running or climbing fences or getting shot at while hiding behind a hotel bar,” Sherlock said, pulling one of Molly’s nicer (and more subtle) dresses from her wardrobe.  "This time.  Hopefully,“ he amended.

“Like I haven’t heard that one before.  And, just to be clear, it was a fairly major surgery, seeing as my appendix almost ruptured and killed me.”

“Like a week ago.  You went to work yesterday.”

“I sat in my office and played Candy Crush most of the day.”

“And that is why the NHS is in such bad shape.”

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Wendigo- Part 2

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,243 (7,474 words in total)

Warning: Typical Supernatural violence, angst (a lot), language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Please, if you want to be tagged for this series, let me know and I’ll add you! If you want to be tagged for my other fics, I’ll add you! I want to hear what you guys think about this. 

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream pt. 32

Summary: You’re in charge of giving the newcomers jobs and watching over them.

Note: Sorry it’s taken so long to get this part out!


“It was good for her though, to submit to things that weren’t for her pleasure, but his.”

- Annabel Joseph


You turned back to Brian and he gave you a look as if he didn’t quite understand what was going on.

“So, what’s all this about?” He said looking over his shoulder to David, who was filling up a bucket with some water.

“Negan put me in charge of these three newcomers.”

He blinked, “That’s new. It’s never happened before, but then again, I’ve never seen a wife kill one of the others either.”

You shrugged, “I guess things are changing.”

“For the better.”

“Let’s hope.” You smirked, “Look, just watch David, make sure he does his job. If he doesn’t, then handle it the way you need to.”

He gave you an understanding nod as you turned to head out the door with the other two.
There were a few workers already in the garden, but they could always use more help.

“Well, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you two how to gather food. So, just do it.” You said as you watched over everyone else.

Being in control was weird, and you couldn’t deny that.
You were used to doing your own thing, and having a responsibility over others made you nervous.
What were you to do if something went wrong?
If someone got completely out of line, you’d have to kill them and that was no big deal, it really wasnt.
But you wondered what the fuck you were gonna do if there happened to be a full scale riot or some shit like that.
You wondered why Negan had just thrown you into the deep end and let you go head first into all of this.
You didn’t pretend to not be curious, but at the same time, it was Negan, so you had learned not to ask too many questions.

“What’s the purpose of points?” Ben asked cautiously as he looked over to you.

You rolled you eyes and huffed, “Did you not listen to a thing I told you earlier?”

“No.. I mean, no ma'am, I listened.. It’s just, with the world the way it is, why would it be made anymore difficult. There’s enough struggle.. without, y'know, working for supper.” He said as he swallowed hard, suddenly afraid of what he had just said.

Katherine gave an approving nod at his statement as she picked some tomatoes.

“Because, some order needs to be established again. Nothing is ever going to get any better if we continue to run around like animals.” You snapped at him.

“I understand.. But the guy with the bat.. That’s pretty animalistic, don’t you think?” He said back.

You had to give it to him, he knew he was crossing a line, but he spoke up anyway. You were almost taken aback by him and his boldness to speak so bluntly.
It reminded you of yourself, but at the same time, you weren’t gonna sit back and let them say whatever they wanted.

“Well.” You gave a dark smile, “Some animalistic instincts need to be brought out to keep the order. There is order being established around here, but there are also rules, and if that rule breaking is met with some not-so-nice actions, that’s your own fucking fault. That’s why it’s best if you stick to the rules and do your goddamn job. And that ‘guy with the bat’ is Negan, he’s my leader and your leader. So, unless you want that bat through your skull, you should probably shut up and do your job.” You said bluntly, looking over the both of them.

Ben gave you a nod and turned back to what he was doing without another word. In time, he would come to learn that you weren’t a person to try and cross, and most of all, not to fucking cross Negan.
Katherine put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look.
He returned it with a weak smile.
You smirked and looked at the both of them curiously.

“So, are you two a thing or something?” You said with interest as you studied them both.

They turned around again, exchanging glances with eachother before giving a nod.

“We’re married.” Katherine said, attitude rising in her tone again.

You chewed your lip a bit in frustration with her attitude, but you were overwhelmed with happiness.
You were genuinely happy they were together, that meant she was a woman who wouldn’t be added to Negan’s harem of women.
She still annoyed the fuck out of you, but you gained just the smallest amount of tolerance for her now that you didn’t see her as much of a nuisance to your relationship.
But it didn’t go without saying that you’d still shoot her if she got on your nerves enough.

“That’s cute.” You smirked smugly, shifting your weight on your foot.

Once they were done gathering what they needed, you made your way to the kitchen to return the vegetables to Brian.
Once there, you put Ben and Katherine in charge of helping Brian more.
He was the one of the only cooks for the whole place, and with the amount of people there were around here, he really needed the help.
They all disappeared into the back of the kitchen to start preparations for dinner.
You stood there watching over David who was still in the process of mopping the cafeteria floor.
You walked over to him, and sat on top of a nearby table as he continued.

He turned to you and looked nervous, “Did I do something wrong?”

You held back a laugh and shook your head, “No, you’re fine. Jesus, are you really that scared of me?”

It was honestly very funny to you, no one had ever been afraid of you as he seemed to be, whether or not he was playing it up to get on your good side, you had to admit that it felt good.

He nodded, “Well, you did threaten to kill us.”

“As long as you don’t give me a reason to, then I won’t. We’re all reasonable people here.”

He continued mopping the floor and you held small talk for a while. He was more tolerable than the other two, and even a bit likeable if you said so yourself.

“Can I ask how long you been here, ma'am?” He asked, looking over his shoulder.

You ran a hand through your hair, not answering.
Not because it was a question you didn’t wanna answer, but you honestly had to think about it.

“Almost 2 months.” You said after a bit of though.

“That doesn’t seem too long.”

“No, it’s not.”

“So..” He trailed off.

“So what?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m not trying to be disrespectful, but are you… I mean, are you really Negan’s wife?” He said raising an eyebrow.

You clenched your jaw, wanting to get mad at this, but knew that it would be stupid you did.

“If what you’re asking is if I’m his real wife, then no. Any girl that comes here that Negan likes he’ll ask them to be a wife, and being one has benefits. He asked your friend to be a wife.” You said in a sour tone.

He could see the displeased look on your face.

“Sorry. I was just asking, because it seems like he has a lot, so I was thinking if you’re his actual wife, then I was wondering what your stance on that was.”

“I’m considered his favorite, and my stance is none of your fucking business, David.” You growled in a low tone.

He nodded quickly, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Just trying to make conversation. This isn’t the easiest situation to be in.”

“I know it’s not, but make it easier on yourself and not say things that could potentially get your head bashed in, huh?”

He shot you a nervous look, stopping what he was doing to see the serious look you were giving him, and he saw that you weren’t joking around or just giving him a hard time.
Life at the sanctuary, plus the countless things you’ve had to endure were hardening you.
You quickly dropped your gaze from him, you knew you were probably being too harsh on him at that time, but you couldnt help it.

“My apologies, ma'am.” He said slowly, sticking the mop back into the bucket.

He had finally got finished mopping the entire room, and you looked over it carefully, looking for any spots he would have missed.
Because you knew what Negan would say if the shit wasn’t perfect.
He’d be on your ass, more so than the new ones since you were the one in charge of them.
But everything looked fine and you turned back to him.

“How does it look?” He asked with a weak smirk.

You gave him a crooked smile, “It looks just fine. I guess you’ll get your points for the day.”

“Is this what I’m gonna be doing everyday?” He asked.

You shook your head, “Not necessarily, you’ll do whatever work is available.”

“How would I go about getting a gun?”

You shot him a hostile look, “What?”

“Like you, is what I mean. Your job seems better, how can I do something like that?”

“That’s something you’re nowhere near trustworthy to do. It’s something you have to earn the right to do. Best you can hope for is gathering supplies.” You said with your eyes narrowed.

“Well, I’ll do that then.”

“We’ll see.” You crossed your arms.

The door to the cafeteria as Dwight appeared from behind it, looking to you, “Hey (Y/N), how are the new ones doing?”

“They’re fine, Dwight. Can I help you.”

“Yeah. Negan is going on a run, he says they should learn to scavenge for him.”

“The other two are helping Brian in the kitchen, you know he needs the help. But this one-” You pointed to David, “is free.”

Dwight nodded, “Alright, let the boss know about the others. Bring him with you.” He said before exiting the room again.

You turned to David, “It looks like it’s your lucky day. Ready for a field trip?”

“Where to?” He asked, running a hand through his beard.

You rolled your eyes, “Wherever the fuck we can find shit at, now come on.” You said, walking out of the room, motioning him to follow.

The vehicles were gathered out front as they usually were when there was a run to be made.
You kept an eye on David as you walked over to them.
You spotted Arat standing near one and she waved you over to her.

“Out and about, I see.” You said happily to her.

She was beaming from ear to ear, happy to finally be out of the infirmary, with her gun back on her hip.

“Yeah, about damn time, too. I missed this.” She said in relief.

You nodded, “Tell me about it.”

She noticed the man standing near you, “Where are your other two tag alongs?”

You chuckled, “Kitchen duty. I’ve found them a job helping Brian.”

“Good. He needs it. I don’t like the girl.” She said, propping her arm against the truck.

“We’re on the same page then.”

You could hear Negan approaching from the slew of loud obscenities that were heard, he wasnt even angry, that was just Negan.
You and Arat turned towards the voice to see him walking out with Simon.

“Keep this shit in fuckin’ line.” You overheard him say to someone as he made his way closer to you.

You smiled as he walked in your direction, he had the usual sly smirk on his face, and Lucille perched on his leather shoulder, but dropped her to his side once he was in front of you.
He looked over to Arat and David and sucked his teeth.

“Do you two fuckin’ mind? I’d like a goddamn word with my wife.”

Arat nodded and made her way to the other side of the yard and David walked away nervously a couple of paces before he stood very still, not knowing where to go.

“Christ.” Negan said looking over to him, “Kind of a nervous motherfucker, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, he’s nervous that he’s gonna be killed.” You said, looking over to him.

Negan chuckled, “Well, I can’t fuckin’ blame him for that one, especially with you looking over him.”

“Right. Look who’s talking. I told him if he didn’t give me a reason, there’s no need to be nervous.” You said, looking up to Negan.

He licked his lips as he looked back down to you, “It’s the fuckin’ truth. I don’t like nervous motherfuckers though. They have a fuckin’ tendency to fuck up quickly.”

“Then you’re gonna be thrilled when you hear that he wants to have a job like mine.”

Negan shot a look over to him, then back to you with his eyes narrowed, “Fuck that shit. How the fuck do you know, darlin’?”

“He told me.” You said.

“And what the fuck did you tell him?” Negan began clenching his jaw.

“I let him know he’s not truthworthy for that.” You said quickly.

Negan’s expression finally softened, “Good fuckin’ answer, babydoll.”

“I was gonna tell him that anyway. I wouldn’t trust him with a gun right now, same as you.” You grimaced thinking about the amount of scars you had already collected since you’ve been here, with your luck, if David had a gun he’d probably shoot you first.

“How are the other two?” He asked, cocking his head.

“So far they’re compliant with me. But they could change at any time.”

“You seem to be doing fine so fuckin’ far. New arrivals are like problem dogs, they have to be fuckin’ trained, baby.” He said, giving you a smirk.

“I didn’t need to be trained.” You answered, biting your lip.

Negan gave a chuckle and closed his eyes to take in a breathe, “Darlin’, I’ve pretty much fuckin’ learned that I’ll never be able to tame you. I can punish you, but I fuckin’ know you’re unbreakable.”

“Does that bother you?”

“No. It just reassures me that you’re my fuckin’ favorite wife.”

You smiled and dropped your head for a moment before looking back up to him.

“Look, just keep him the fuck in line when we go out there.” Negan said with a nod towards David.

“I will, Negan.”

He gave you a wink and propped Lucille back onto his shoulder, before stepping over to the truck.
You gave a whistle to David to signal him back over to you.
After everyone was situated you got into the truck with Negan, making David sit in the back compatment, where the supplies would go.
Negan didn’t want him sitting up front with either of you.

“He’s fuckin’ scared of you.” Negan said, almost to himself.

You looked over to him, “I know he is.”

Negan cut his eyes to the side to look back at you, “Yeah, he is. But I’ve fuckin’ noticed he looks at you like he might have a fuckin’ crush, darlin’.”

You held yourself back from smirking.
The thought of David having a crush on you made you smile, because you could see the slight annoyance on Negan’s face at the thought of another man having a thing for you, and God forbid if he let the thought of another man having you crossed his mind.
You loved seeing Negan’s jealous side, especially when it was over you.
His protectiveness and feelings for you came out when he got jealous and you loved it.

You rolled your eyes a bit, “Christ Negan, he just got here. I doubt he wants to throw me down a fuck me already.”

Negan shot you a dangerous look.
He didn’t have to speak, you knew that look well.
It was his signature look that said, 'Watch what the fuck you’re saying to me.’

“Darlin’, stop rolling your goddamn eyes.” He said wrapping his fingers into your hair, pulling you towards him.

You sucked in a small breathe at the sudden annoying pain that always happens when he pulled your hair without warning.

“Alright, alright.” You whined back.

“Please, don’t fuckin’ forget that I still fuckin’ run things around here.” He growled softly.

“Yes, Negan.” You nodded back, biting your lip.

After a while of riding, you finally arrived into a small, desolate neighborhood.
It was the usual drill; get out and gather whatever useful supplies that you were able to find, put them in the trucks, and get the hell back to the sactuary.
You all exited your vehicles and spread out, going to different houses.
Negan watched you as you and David made your way into a small two story house.
You could see him, his grip tightened around Lucille, and his eyes narrowed into his usual angry, sexy stare that he always seemed to give you.
You and he were in an intense staring competition for a moment, until you reached the door of the house.

“Go ahead in.” You said to David, breaking your gaze from Negan’s.

“But I don’t have a weapon.” He turned his head quickly, giving you a look.

You took a breathe, “Well, you better hope there’s something in here you can use.”

David shook his head and walked in first without much more protest when he caught a glance of the gun in your holster.




do you think you could write a cute, fluffy imagine where y/n is getting over a bad breakup with their ex and their best guy friend, y/c/n, comes over to comfort her with ice cream, rom-com movies, and cuddles? Maybe a cute kiss or two? cx Love these imagines by the way! You’re a great writer! :D

Sitting on your bed leaning back against the headboard on a Friday night was not precisely what you wanted to be doing. You flipped open your Macbook and pulled up Netflix, a few tears slipping from your eyes as your thoughts were consumed by the phone call you just finished. Adrian had just broken up with after you two had dated for eight months. He was your first kiss, your first ‘I love you,’ and he was also your first hard breakup. You didn’t know how to react because you didn’t see it coming at all. He had called you about twenty minutes ago and said “(y.n), we need to talk,” and then the end of the conversation left you in tears.

As you typed in the search bar for chick flicks to drown out your sadness, a FaceTime call appeared on your screen. You wish you could ignore it, but it was your best friend (y.c.n), and if you clicked decline you knew he would only call you again and again. So you clicked accept.

“Hey bubba, I was thinking, what if we– wait, why are you crying?” (y.c.n) asked.

You sniffled and wiped your eyes, pulling mascara off with your fingers, “Hey.”

“(y.n), you’re not okay, what happened?” he asked, now completely serious. A drastic change from his previous happy and upbeat self moments ago.

“(y.c.n) I’m okay,” You tried to convince myself more than him.

“No you’re not, I’m coming over, I’ll be there soon.” he said and then quickly hung up.

Ugh. You didn’t need (y.c.n) to see you like this. You knew that he wouldn’t react very well to the breakup. When you had first said yes to Adrian when he’d asked you out, (y.c.n) had gone to him and told him to take good care of you, and to talk things out if they got rough. Well Adrian left me crying and (y.c.n) was not happy to see me like this.

After about ten or so minutes you heard the front door open and close, your mom say, “Hello (y.c.n), (y.n) is upstairs in her room,” and footsteps on the 16 stairs down the hall. There was a knock at your door.

“(y.n)?” (y.c.n) said. “Can I come in?”

“I don’t want you to.” I said.

He opened the door anyway, letting himself in. “Well too bad, you don’t get that choice right now,” he proclaimed.

“Then why did you offer it?” You asked, more tears falling down your cheeks.

He quickly stepped to you, “Oh no no no, (y.n), don’t cry, it’ll be okay, I’m here now.”

He sat on your bed with you, and took you in his arms. He cradled you, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him as you cried into his chest.

He silently held you for a moment before he spoke again. “(y.n), do you want to talk about it? Tell me what happened.”

I pulled myself out of his chest enough to look him in the eyes, “Adrian broke it off.”

His expression went from concerned to shocked to angry to comforting in less than two seconds. “Oh (y.n),” he hugged you, holding you tighter. “Did he say why?”

“He just wasn’t feeling it anymore, his feelings had gone flat and run out.” You cried into his chest, my salty tears staining his green Spartan Water Polo shirt. “He wasn’t interested in me anymore.”

He rubbed your back, comforting you, “(y.n), it’s going to be okay, I’ve got you. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.” He pulled you into his lap as he leaned against the headboard. “I know that it hurts, but I promise you I will never let anyone hurt you like this ever again.” He kissed the top of your head and you cried harder.

“Sh…Sh….(y.n), I brought you something.” He said. You poked your head up and looked at him with your red puffy eyes. He wiped away your tears gently with his thumbs.

“What’s that?” You sniffled, wiping your nose.

“Ice cream.” he said. “Your favorite Ben and Jerry’s is in the freezer downstairs.”

You smiled a feeble grin when he said that. It made you happy that he knew your favorite Ben and Jerry’s.

“I’ll go and get it,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” he pushed himself off the bed, and walked to the door.

No sooner had he left, he returned with a pint of ice cream and two spoons. He plopped back down on the bed and you cuddled back into his chest. He popped open the lid and put it on the nightstand, then he handed you a spoon.

Taking a big bite of creamy chocolatey goodness, you smiled in bliss. He took a bite after you did, and suggested, “We should watch a movie.”

He reached across the bed and pulled your Macbook over, typing in your password and opening Netflix just like you had done earlier. He typed in a movie title that you couldn’t see. Then it was loading in front of you.

You admired how he was so focused on making you happy. He knew your favorite ice cream, and your computer password. You liked that he paid attention.

But of course you paid attention to him too. You noticed how he didn’t gel his hair today like he always does, and how he was wearing a tshirt because he knew he could be comfortable around you. You loved the way he carried himself confidently when he walked. You loved when he called you Bubba, it made you feel a different kind of special than other names. You picked him as your best friend for a reason.

However that may be, you also couldn’t help but admire that when he reached for your computer, his arm was very close to you and his lean muscle was hard not to attend brain cells to. He held you tight and you could feel his strong chest, and his toned abdomen embracing you. When you looked in his eyes, you could feel yourself falling in love with their shade and color. When he spoke, his deep voice entranced your thoughts. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive.

“Bubba,” he said. “Are you watching the movie?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair, twisting the ends between his first finger and thumb.

You looked up at him, “(y.c.n),”

“Yes?” he asked.

“I just wanted to say your name,” you said. “I like to say your name.”

“I like saying your name too.” he smiled.

You looked into his eyes, and he looked right back at yours, he very slowly, leaned in slightly, his starting to close. He lightly pressed his lips to yours, in a very tender kiss. He pulled away, slightly. A blush rising in his cheeks. Your heart fluttered. He smiled, and you did too.

You rested your head on his chest once again, and thought about what just happened. He kissed you. On the lips. With his lips. They were soft, and they pressed on yours ever so lightly, and you wanted that amazing feeling again. The soft gentleness of his love pressed to your skin, your lips. You loved him, he was your best friend.

You looked up at him again, he looked at you. “(y.c.n), what just happened?” you asked.

“I kissed you.” he said. Then he thought for a moment, “Yeah, I kissed you.”

His voice saying that made your heart take off in butterflies once again. You looked at his face, his smile, and his cute nose. You looked at his eyes just to see them already looking at yours. He gently placed his hand on your cheek, and held you tighter with his other. He looked from your eyes, and glanced at your lips, then his big brown eyes returned to yours. He leaned in again, and his soft pink lips pressed into yours, just like you had wished for. You leaned into him a little, pressing your lips into his slightly, and he smiled into it a little. His hand was still holding your head, and you reached your hands to the nape of his neck. You fiddled with the ends of his hair, enjoying this very much. He drew back for a breath and pecked your lips a few more times, smiling.

“(y.c.n),” you said in between pecks.

“Mm?” he mumbled in a husky tone, his eyes still shut, his lips just wanting to kiss you again and again.

“I don’t want this to move too fast.” you whispered.

He looked into your eyes lovingly, “Okay.” he whispered back. He kissed your lips tenderly one more time, lingering a moment before he pulled away. “We don’t have to move fast.”

You sighed contently back into chest, smiling. Your focus going back to the chick flick he had put on. He pulled you into him, so you were resting against him, using his chest as a pillow. Your fingers drew circles and designs on his chest through his shirt as he fiddled with the tips of your hair. Your head was tucked in the crook of his neck and he leaned his down to yours and kissed the top of your head. He rubbed your back a few times, and you started to yawn.

“You can close your eyes Bubba, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

anonymous asked:

Could I ask for slow dancing scenes with Zoro, Law, Killer, Kaku, Shanks and Smoker? You are awesome, btw!

Roronoa Zoro: You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at Zoro’s red face. He was holding his hand out and you were looking up at him from the couch. It was only the two of you during night watch up in the crow’s nest and he always seemed to open up a bit more when the two of you were alone. Not only that but Brook, who was still awake surprisingly, played in the distance on the other side of the deck.

“What are you doing?” He looked to the side, scowling a bit.

“Come on.” You placed your hand in his as he pulled you up. He moved a bit away from where you were sitting and wrapped one arm around your waist and his other hand held yours tightly. His steps were slow and cautious as he was sure that if he didn’t, he would step on your feet. You giggled softly at his expression before leaning forward and resting your head on his chest. He gently rested his head against yours, stepping side to side with you. He swayed with you slightly with a small blush on his face but he did like having you near him.

Trafalgar Law: He looked at you with a raised eyebrow as you held your hand out to him.

“What?” You stuck your lower lip out as you motioned for him to take your hand.

“Come on, Law. No one’s looking.” He looked around and you were right. The two of you had snuck away from the loud festival going on in the town that they stopped at. He sighed and got up with your help. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He was glad that the music slowed down from the upbeat music that was playing earlier that night. He immediately took the lead and swayed with you. He was looking into your eyes and the thing with Law was that it was as if he could see everything about you from just looking into your eyes.He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re staring.” He mumbled softly. You blushed lightly but smiled at him anyway.

“I love you, Law.” He raised an eyebrow at your sudden change of conversation but he smiled a bit.

“I love you too.” You closed your eyes as your smile brightened. He held you close as he continued to dance with you until the stars began to spot the sky.

Killer: It was odd for him to suggest a thing but he could tell that you were down lately. When everyone was asleep, he pulled you close to him, one hand on your hip and the other in your hand. The only sounds that could be heard was the ocean’s waves gently hitting the ship and the soft music that played off the island that the ship was docked at. Neither of you spoke as to not break the fragile moment between the two of you. You rested your head against his chest and he could feel you relax in his gentle hold. He had removed his helmet a while ago so you were able to feel his lips against the top of your head. You moved your hand away from his shoulder and his hand so that you could wrap your arms around his torso. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, making the two of you press against each other and feel each others warmth. With the distant music filling your ears, the two of you swayed together on the deck until you got tired which he didn’t hesitate to pick you up and take you to your room.

Kaku: He blushed lightly at your suggestion but if it made you happy, he would do it. He had his hand on your hip and the other was holding your hand. You were smiling up at him and he felt as if his heart would beat out of his chest. When the music started, he let you take the lead so he could get used to your steps. You giggled at his clumsy steps but enjoyed it nonetheless.

“Thanks for dancing with me, Kaku.” He smiled at you and shook his head, the blush returning a bit darker.

“If it makes you happy, I’ll do anything for you.” You smiled and placed a light kiss on his cheek and continued to dance with him. He eventually took the lead and they danced slowly across the living room of your house. He kissed your forehead before resting his head against yours, your eyes closed as the two of you continued to sway.

Shanks: He had messed up pretty bad and he was determined to make it up to you. He was able to get the crew to help him out as he decorated the deck late at night and he made his musicians play only slow and romantic songs. Ben was able to convince you to go to deck and you were pleasantly surprised. You walked over to the red head and waited for him to talk.

“(Y/N)… I’m sorry. Will you please forgive me?” You looked around the deck and your eyes lingered on the musicians.

“I forgive you… Don’t do it again.” He smiled and glanced at the musicians.

“May I have this dance?” You smiled and nodded before stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arm around your waist and swayed along with you. He messes up sometimes but he always has a way to make you feel better and to smile again. He kissed the top of your head and danced with you, happy at seeing you smile at him again. He’d do anything to keep you happy, even if it ended up with him being teased by the crew.

Smoker: He crossed his arms and looked to the side, away from your pouting.

“I will not do something so stupid.”

“But Smoker…”

“No, (Y/N).” When you didn’t pry or try to convince him like usual, he glanced at you and stiffened. You had decided to take a seat next to him silently but the sad look on your face made him want to hit himself. He sighed and rubbed his face with one hand. What kind of husband was he? First, the two of you didn’t have an actual wedding ceremony because he was way too busy to ‘worry about meaningless details’. Second, he had to cancel the honeymoon the two of you had planned so that he could train the rookies. Third, he hadn’t even been able to talk to you since he returned. And now, he wouldn’t even give you a slow dance? He could at least do that. He sighed and got up before standing in front of you. You blinked in surprise when his hand showed up in your vision.

“Come on.” You put your hand in his and smiled brightly as he led you to the center of the room. He held you close and swayed with you as you happily snuggled into his chest. You only wanted him. The other material stuff didn’t matter to you but he had a hard time realizing that.

Prompt #9 “We’re friends, real friends,and that means no matter how long it takes, when you finally decide to look back, I’ll still be here.”

Written by Christina

Category: Angst with a bit of fluff

Word Count: 1,883 (I know, this is a long one)

A/N: This week, Danielle was supposed to post, but life has been super hectic for her, so this is my writing again. But never fear, Danielle will post next week. This is my first ever angst, so I’m sorry if this is crap. Also, thank you so much for 100+ notes on last weeks imagine!! 

This week’s prompt is from this list

You felt your heart crumble at the sight, your feet refusing to move you further than the doorway of your best friends room. Peter was sitting on his bed, his normally groomed hair a curly mess, his eyes swollen, and his shoulders hunched forward. His bed was messier than normal, and there were textbooks thrown all over the room. He just stared at the ground in front of him, anger and heartbreak radiating off of him. You tried to hold back your tears as you moved from the doorway. You half shuffled, half crept to the bedside. Peter didn’t even glance in your direction. A tear fell down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. Peter did not need to see you crying. That was the last thing he needed.

“He died in my arms,” Peter mumbled, taking in a shallow breath. “I was walking and I saw the crowd and I heard the screaming and saw the sirens and I ran and I saw him and then he…” Peter started talking at a high speed, but at the end, his voice cracked and he broke into a sob. He didn’t even bother to bring his hands to his face to hid the tears or snot. Tears fell more freely down your face and you threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close as you possibly could, despite the fact that sitting right next to each other and trying to hug made it awkward and uncomfortable. Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck. He sobbed freely. You rested a hand on the back of his head, gently stroking the curls. Peter slid a hand up to the middle of your shoulder blades and hugged you tighter. You felt pain in your ribs and you suddenly couldn’t breathe.

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Here Part 2

It’s finally here, part 2 of Here. Sorry it’s taken so long to get it up but I’m finally happy with it so hope you enjoy it, I x


The room erupted in applause and Harry, along with the rest of his table rose from their seats. Harry saw his sister wince as she stood out of the corner of his eye. He looked to her placing a gentle hand on her back to steady her, she smiled telling him she was fine before turning her smiling face to the stage and clapping her hands together with everyone else. She’d been moaning about her heels since stepping out from the car earlier that evening and although Harry had made fun of her for wearing them in the first place he did pity her slightly and he felt compelled to make sure she was ok.

Harry turned his own attention to the stage but was distracted by Louis. He had his hands cupped around his mouth, whooping loudly whilst everyone else simply clapped. Lottie turned her head sharply to him and pulled his hands from his mouth and shook her head.

‘Stop it you’ll embarrass her Lou.’ Harry couldn’t help but laugh as Lottie frowned at Louis, as if she was telling off a small child. Louis simply rolled his eyes at her before continuing to clap sensibly, over the top sensibly, whilst staring down at his younger sister. Lottie took her turn to roll her own big blue eyes at Louis before turning her head away from him and focusing her attention on those on the stage rather than her immature older brother.

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Anon Submit: Gator Logic - OMFG!!!

Here is a sample of “Gator Logic” - the funny thing is she actually thinks this is something that is plausible. Imagine the brain power that would be needed to handle a conversation between two morons like Gator and twowaypr! I am picturing something akin to the wattage that is required to lightly toast a couple of slices of bread. Certainly not anything more!

So here’s Gator in deeeeeep contemplation…
“I’ve been getting a lot of asks about when I think we’ll get the split announcement. I was talking to @twowaypr about this privately, getting her take on the things pr looks at in these situations. She made a great point: what if Marvel is concerned about all the evidence of no pregnancies and sham we have been collecting over the years?! What if THEY were behind the “Google cleanse” from earlier this year? Twoway mentioned they may be concerned about the general public going to the web to find out more about the “marriage”, when they see the split announcement. If they are going with a “not his”, they don’t want MORE people stumbling on the fake babies theories than already have. That would explain why SoGo is still at the top of Google Search, even though she hasn’t posted much recently. Marvel may not be concerned about what we skeptics say once the split occurs…but they may be terrified of our archives. How ironic would it be that the very people who have been trying to help Benedict escape this toxic situation are the ones who inadvertently are keeping him in it (at least officially in it)?! I personally don’t think the majority of people out there care enough to look that deeply into it to go searching the archives. If they are going to, it’s more likely they are already thinking about it. So an announcement isn’t going to make them look any more or less. It’s a bit late for them to worry about that. But what do my fellow skeptics think?”

I sort of know what most of the “fellow skeptics” would say already but I thought I would chime in with an alternative opinion.

I’ve been getting a lot of asks about when I think we’ll get the split announcement. -

Of course you have dear. That’s because you have been talking non-stop for almost 3 years now that BC and SH were not married and don’t live together and would be officially split. It isn’t surprising is it that your little cabal of followers would be anxiously waiting for it to finally happen. Funny thing is just perhaps some of them are starting to realise that what you have been trying to sell them stinks like rotten moldy cheese - ever consider that possibility?

I was talking to @twowaypr about this privately, getting her take on the things pr looks at in these situations. -

Well that would be a complete waste of time since everything that I have read from twowaypr in no way indicates that this person knows anything about the ins and outs of public relations from within the industry. Everything looks like it was taken from a basic primer on PR off the internet.

She made a great point: what if Marvel is concerned about all the evidence of no pregnancies and sham we have been collecting over the years?! What if THEY were behind the “Google cleanse” from earlier this year? -

Really? You think that was a “great point”? How about this - Marvel doesn’t give a shit about how Ben (someone who isn’t associated with any kind of troublesome private life) conducts his marriage. And where is there any kind of hard evidence that Marvel/ Disney even knows the “super sleuth skeptics” have obsessively been stalking Ben and his wife over the last 3 years?

Twoway mentioned they may be concerned about the general public going to the web to find out more about the “marriage”, when they see the split announcement. If they are going with a “not his”, they don’t want MORE people stumbling on the fake babies theories than already have. -

Oh that makes total sense - NOT! First, Marvel doesn’t care about the so-called “Cleanse” that only the Haters are worked up into a frenzy about. Not only does Marvel not care - NEITHER DOES ANYONE ELSE!! Second, they wouldn’t even care even if Ben and Sophie actually got a divorce. People get divorced all the time and guess what … movies still get made! Marvel still hires actors who have had divorces!! And third, Marvel wouldn’t be in charge of putting out the information about Ben’s private life! Ben’s own PR and agent would (you idiots!).

That would explain why SoGo is still at the top of Google Search, even though she hasn’t posted much recently. Marvel may not be concerned about what we skeptics say once the split occurs…but they may be terrified of our archives. -

That doesn’t make any sense at all. Why SoGo is at the top of your search is you are always looking at that site. It isn’t at the top of my search! And BTW sweetie… Marvel isn’t “terrified” of you or any other skeptic’s archives. they don’t even know they exist. What an over blown sense of your own self importance! Narcissistic or what!

How ironic would it be that the very people who have been trying to help Benedict escape this toxic situation are the ones who inadvertently are keeping him in it (at least officially in it)?! -

“Officially” now is it? Marvel and Disney seem quite happy to let Ben talk all over the place, when the PR tour for DS was going on, about how he missed his child and wife and how excited he was to have another child. So where do you get the idea that they are trying to get him out of his married life? And BTW, aren’t you the one who has been saying for God knows how many years that Ben NEVER even lived with Sophie? So now you are admitting that it sure appears like he is happily married with 2 children and a wife who is now collaborating with him and his production company? About time! And just to keep things on the up and up, the only thing “toxic” in any of this is the vile hatred that the “skeptics” have been spewing all these years about Ben’s wife. Even he told you “skeptics” in no uncertain terms that your behaviour was obsessive, scary and delusional. Try and listen to the man you keep saying you are being so supportive of.

I personally don’t think the majority of people out there care enough to look that deeply into it to go searching the archives. If they are going to, it’s more likely they are already thinking about it. So an announcement isn’t going to make them look any more or less. It’s a bit late for them to worry about that. But what do my fellow skeptics think?“ -

So if you believe that what the fuck is this whole conversation about anyway? Why would they go through any effort at all to manipulate Google Search, why be “terrified” of skeptics’ archives, why even give a shit about Ben’s personal life at all - if the majority of people could care enough to look at all this crap? Yes, it is true - if they are going to look it up then more in likely they are already thinking about it BECAUSE they are already in your little obsessive “cult” already! Meaning once again, ONLY SKEPTICS REALLY CARE ABOUT THE SORRID LITTLE LIES YOU FOLKS PUT OUT! Not Marvel, not Disney, not the ordinary fans of Ben’s work. The skeptics are the obsessive, delusional fanatics who spend waaaaay too much time seeking out every scrap of info about Sophie Hunter from every source on the internet. They are the ones who scour all the dark nether regions and find “connections” where there are none, shady shit where there is nothing and “fuckery” where there is just two people who got married, had children and are trying to live their lives together.

So, here’s what I THINK - you all are full of shit and should just accept reality (Ben is married to someone who he loves and had a family with) and get on with your lives.

Please keep me anon. Thanks.


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You had been sat here for a few hours now – solitary. Stark Tower had become the base of operations for the Avengers whom you had reluctantly joined. Your reputation for insane combat skills and your tough exterior got you onto SHIELD’s radar - though not necessarily in the best way. The only reason you were not chained up and left in a rotting cell was because you were more useful working with the Avengers than against them. You neither liked them or disliked them - they were your team-mates; colleagues and nothing more.
Their relationship with each other, on the other hand, was more jovial than you cared to think about so when Stark suggested playing a game of cards, you retreated from the room forthwith. On one of the upper floors, you sat at the bar with a glass of whiskey that you swirled slowly around the glass. You were used to your own company and found that time alone with your thoughts was valuable. However, being frequently in the company of the Avengers had begun to acclimatise you to being around people. It irritated you that you were beginning to miss the sound of laughter and conversation when you were usually so content without it.

As you sat, silently scolding yourself for wanting company, somebody entered the room. Their entrance would have been almost unnoticeable had you not felt the hairs on the back of your neck shift slightly at the displacement within in the room. Placing your glass down gently, you waited a few seconds until you could be sure the person was behind you. When they were, you pushed back off the chair and threw your leg up in a kick that collided with the chest of the assailant.
You watched as their figure flew backwards through the air before hitting the pillar in the middle of the room where they slumped down. Their long hair covered their face so that it took you a minute to determine who it was. With a quick flick of the head, the man was able to reveal his face to you.


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anikns  asked:

359 for prompts? If you're accepting that is (love your writing by the way!)

Yes I am hun and thank you! Since I’ve done this for Smuggler! Ben and Canon! Kylo before, we’re going to make this Modern!Triplet! Kylo.

Even with Kylo holding your hand, you couldn’t help but be nervous and anxious. It was all out there now, at this family dinner, and you could see the expressions around the table settling in. Your heart was pounding in your chest, making it harder to calm your nerves. Your eyes went into your lap as your cheeks heated, you wanted so badly for the ground to swallow you whole. The expressions you were seeing were not at all what you were expecting and made you suddenly self conscious. 


You knew it was Han speaking, his tone was rigid and bordering on infuriated. Out of the three boys, Kylo surely had the rockiest relationship with him, making this all the more difficult and nerve wracking.

“You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?!”

Kylo’s grip went tighter for a second, both from a protective nature and anger towards his father’s scolding. For Han, this was something he expected to hear from Ben, and least of all Kylo. 

“It’s not like we planned it.”

Han scoffed, rolling his eyes as he set down his silverware.

“Of course you didn’t, cause you weren’t thinking.”

Leia’s softer tone joined the conversation.


Han looked to Leia, the frustration obvious in his expression.

“You expect me to accept this with a big toothy smile? This isn’t an episode of the Brady Bunch!”

Ben mumbled to himself, “I wish it was.”

Han turned back to Kylo, obviously not done with his scolding.

“You don’t talk to your family for months and then you just appear suddenly to tell us you got your girlfriend pregnant?”

Kylo swallowed, the anger obviously building to a boiling point as he sat there. Gently you circled your thumb on his hand, attempting to diffuse him at least slightly.

“I thought it made sense to share the news with my family first, but obviously that was a shit decision.”

Bringing your other hand over to stroke Kylo’s forearm, you amped up your attempt to calm him, knowing he was only minutes away from yelling. Han scoffed, shaking his head.

“How do you expect us to react? You aren’t married, you live in a small apartment and you’re both working jobs that qualify you as starving artists. Quite frankly you’re the last people I’d expect to hear ‘we’re having a baby’ from.”

At that you tried to tighten grip on Kylo’s forearm. You knew Kylo was defensive and self conscious about his income, convinced he wasn’t doing good enough, and he was most certainly going to start a yelling match. But before he stood from his seat, you heard another voice clear their throat. Looking past Kylo, you saw it was Matt.

“They could always live with Ben and I. You know, until they figure everything out.”

Kylo turned his gaze to Matt, somewhat thankful and yet reluctant that Matt was trying to diffuse the situation. With everyone now looking at Matt, he notably got nervous in his expression, his pale cheeks turning crimson. He shrugged.

“I mean…I wouldn’t mind.” 

You and Kylo both met Matt’s sweet and endearing eyes, obviously empathizing with you. 

“We have an extra room anyways…we could help with the baby when you needed it. Right Ben?”

You all turned your gazes to Ben, the only one at the table who seemed indifferent to the whole thing. Though he understood Han’s hesitation, he knew his brooding brother had never been happier than he was with you. He shrugged, releasing a sigh.

“Yeah sure, why not?”

You smiled at him, thankful that he was going along with it. Of course living with all three triplets was going to be an experience in and of itself, but you were grateful to have that offer before you. The table fell silent again, everyone seeming to just silently nod in agreement. Leia smiled, looking at you and Kylo.

“At least one of you is giving me a grandbaby.”

Ben groaned, “Kylo’s going to be your favorite now isn’t he?”

She gave Kylo a wink, to which he grinned faintly. Han shook his head.

“Don’t take it as a challenge Ben. It’s not a competition.”

Meeting your eyes, Han looked at you somewhat regretful as he gave you a small smirk. 

“Hope you kids figure it out.”

Of course he wasn’t going to congratulate you or become giddy all of a sudden that he was going to have a grandchild, but for his prior outburst, it was definitely an improvement. In his own sort of fashion, Han was saying he was sorry, that he did hope things came together for you both and this baby. As everyone returned to their meal, the air still somewhat tense, you felt Kylo return your earlier gesture, running his thumb in circles over the back of your hand. 

Double the Spencer: A Psych/CM Crossover

Okay this is a Psych/Criminal Minds crossover requested by the wonderful @janetthegiantt that ended up being a Spencer x reader where you and Shawn used to work together and now the BAU is working with the Santa Barbara Police Department (I may have changed the request a little bit, sorry). Please, enjoy!

Also, rip Psych on Netflix, it’s being removed on Sunday. :(

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“I-I think I may know somebody who can help,” You piped up, drawing the rest of the BAU’s attention, “We worked together back when I was a cop in Santa Barbara. His methods may be… unconventional, but he’s crazy good at what he does. Trust me,”

“Who is he?” Hotch questioned, open to your much-needed suggestion

“His name is Shawn, Shawn Spencer,” You paused, as if for dramatic affect, “He’s a psychic.”

“A psychic?!” Garcia gasped, her face flashing across the computer screen in complete surprise

“Yes, Garcia, a psychic. I know it’s not the typical type of professional that we work with, but it really is amazing to see him work,”

Hesitancy sat in the air, tangible and real as it leaned against your suggestion.

“Okay,” Hotch broke the silence, killing the apprehension of your coworkers, “Let’s give Mr. Spencer a shot,”

“Spencer?” You asked, waving him over to a neglected corner as you hung up with your friend from Santa Barbara, “There’s something you need to know,”

Spencer’s eyebrow rose, prompting you to continue, confused and curious. He watched as you wrang your hands, the most overt hint of your apprehension.

“The thing is, Shawn and I… we kinda had a thing back in Santa Barbara. I broke it off before I left but Shawn has a… vibrant and loud personality. He’s shameless, so there may be a little bit of tension coming from him and,”

“It’s okay, y/n. Really. I get it,”

“Spencer,” You wrapped your arms around his neck, a rare showing of PDA despite the shadows, “I know you say that you understand, but you really are my boyfriend now, and Shawn is probably going to be all weird about that, so please, just bear with me on this,”

“Of course,” Spencer smiled, stepping back, “Come on, we’ve got work to do,”

Your ex-boyfriend/ex-coworker arrived within a couple hours. The case was in California and he was able to make the drive. You met him out front of the local police station.

“Spencer,” You nodded professionally to him, formally using his last name just like old times, “I hope the drive was okay?”

“Oh yeah,” He grinned jokingly, a tease batting at the corners of his lips, “Two straight hours of  Curt Smith rocking out made it well worth it,”

“That sounds good,” You tried not to allow your nerves to take over. Things were going so good with Spencer, you couldn’t help but imagine Shawn ruining them, “Why don’t you come in and meet the team?”

“Ooh, can’t wait to meet ‘em,” Your ex-boyfriend trailed behind you into the musty precinct, chomping on bubble gum that you could swear hadn’t been there moments ago. Your rolled your eyes at his nonchalance.

“Everybody,” You announced, welcoming Shawn into the conference room where the BAU had been camped out, “Meet Shawn Spencer. Shawn Spencer, meet everybody: Agent Hotchner, Agent Morgan, Agent Rossi, Agent Prentiss, Agent Jareau, and Dr. Reid. And our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, is back home at Quantico,”

Shawn made quick rounds, greeting you coworkers with his typical charm. Spencer eyed him with a doubt of earnestly, your words from earlier rang through his ears.

“Alright,” Shawn said as polite conversation began to lull, he was already smirking, “Let’s get to work,”

Hotch nodded, and even though he was simply agreeing with the Californian, it was so much more professional coming from him without him Ben doing anything, “Let’s get to work. JJ and Morgan, I want you two to check out the latest victims apartment. David and Prentiss, why don’t the two of you head over to the last crime scene and make sure the local police didn’t miss anything. Y/n and Spencer, I want the two of you to work on finding a connection between the victims. You’re with me,” He waves in the general direction of the group.

Your boyfriend turned bright red as your ex continued smirking, “Which one of us do you want to…” Spencer questioned

“We are both Spencer,” Shawn barked out in S laugh, “But he was talking about me,”

Hotch was already out the door, “Figure it out,” He mumbled just before he disappeared into the sea of casual policemen. Oh no. The Spencers turned to one another, the devil in their eyes between their vicious standoff of wits and wills.

“He was talking about me. Y/n and I work very well together. We have history.”

There was the shameless insertion that you had expected from Shawn.

“Yeah, well, y/n and I are making our own history, and we work incredibly well together,”

You sighed, stepping between them, “Boys, don’t fight. Shawn, please go with Hotch.”

Shawn cursed at you very low under his breath as he brushed past in defeat.

Two Spencers was too much for you. There was only one Spencer that you wanted. Emily leaned in, “Is that Spencer single?” She asked hopefully, eyeing your ex’s charm.

“Yes, yes he is. I have my own Spencer,” You smiled at your boyfriend. Definitely the right choice.

I needed to write something cute and non-smutty so here you go, a continuation of “Imagine bumping into Barba” 

Also a major shoutout to @draconisglow for finding the perfection that is that gif for me. It was my HC for his outfit in this imagine.


Ok so I’m new to your blog, and love it! I was wondering if you could do a follow up on the imagine “Bumping into Barba”. I thought it was really cute, and could see a follow up being their date and anything that happens after lol :) Thanks again, your writing is awesome!

Finishing up the last bit of paperwork for the day, you sighed happily, leaning back in your chair to rub your eyes. Thank god Thursday was over and you only had one more day to survive before the weekend. Your mood turned melancholy though, when you thought about the fact that Rafael still hadn’t called.

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Read Part 1 here

Rating: Mature / R
TImeline: Season 7
Summary:  Fresh off a particularly brutal case, Mulder tries to finally make good on his promise to take Scully on a nice trip to the forest, only to stumble onto evidence that there may be more to a local urban legend than just rumor and superstition.

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, PHILES!  Special thank yous to @kateyes224​ for being the best friend and beta extraordinaire for this beast, @2momsmakearight​ for the non-stop brainstorming, and @gilliansboobs​ for the unwavering support through my late night meltdowns while writing this and the amazing gif and banner.  I couldn’t have done this without you guys xo

Again, please read Part 1 or you’ll be more lost than Mulder and Scully in this story.

He could feel its weighty presence on the other side, sitting there just waiting for him to move, and his heart quickened as he watched four fingernail impressions press into the thin fabric just inches from his face, scraping painfully slow down the length of it to the ground.  The long, vibrating sound it produced was nearly deafening in the quiet of the night, followed by a staccato clicking, like stone tapping against stone, repetitively.

They were outnumbered.  Greatly.  His eyes flicked to the location of the gun, as he mentally calculated the length of time it would take for him to get to it, and dig it out of the bag.  It would create too much commotion, probably take too long, and he’d risk Scully getting hurt or attacked in the process.

The clicking grew louder as it got closer to the tent wall.

Careful to keep still, he shifted his eyes towards a still sleeping Scully, his eyes pleading with her to stay asleep, to keep quiet.  He’d wait it out, he decided. The animals would lose interest eventually, he reasoned to himself.  They had to.

And suddenly all he could hear was receding footsteps, growing quieter and quieter, then nothing but the crackle of the fire outside.

With a sigh of relief and one last look in the direction of the gun, he turned towards Scully and pulled her close.  It would be a long night.

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Letting Go - Part 1: Young Hunters

Characters: Claire Novak, Ben Braeden, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Jody Mills,

Pairing: Claire x Ben (eventually)

Wordcount: 2100ish

Warnings: Mention of parents death. Nothing graphic at all

A/N: This is one of my first series I chose to give a once over because it deserved better. I am going to try and post a part of this every week but I am still working on edit the remaining 9 parts with a lot of help from @blacktithe7 who has been kind enough to beta this series for me.


Claire was sitting it the furthest corner of the dodgy old bar as she dug out her hunter’s journal from her bag. She ran her fingers across the light brown leather. It wasn’t always used for that. It had been her mom’s. She had left it behind, along with Claire, back when she had gone looking for her dad. Claire had gone from being heartbroken and crying for her mom every night to hating her for leaving. All the hate had disappeared the moment she saw her mom again but now the journal was all Claire had left of her. So she held on to it. She had made it a part of her new life. It brought her solace and in a sense it felt as if her mom was always with her in spirit through the book.

Claire opened the journal – the first few pages were in her mom’s handwriting. It held her memories of Castiel and how Jimmy had left her and their daughter. Those pages used to make Claire angry. Furious even. They used to drive her insane, so did the memory of her father’s voice. The words “I am not your father” used to ring over and over in her mind. Now when she pictured Castiel it was not that memory she saw. It was him trying to save her from doing something stupid. It was him making sure she had a home. Him trying to help her save her mother. They had not been successful, but he had tried. He had always tried to make things better. Whatever he might have done to her family, it was in the past. It was forgiven, and she knew all she had to do was call and he would be there if she needed him. He might not be her father, but he cared. More importantly, so did she. He was also the closest thing to family she had left. However much she had pretended not to care about him, she did. He would always be a walking reminder of the things she had lost, but he was more than that now. He was someone she knew she could always depend on. Someone she had grown to love over the years.

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THIS IS NOT THE END. Now that I’ve got that out of the way you can all read this chapter. There’s one more part to go which I will hopefully finish tomorrow - if I don’t fall asleep. Honestly I’ve lost so much sleep writing this and I don’t regret a minute. Anyway! Enjoy, @sxnali, @animefreak808@cosmichorse95, and @doctor13th. See you soon!

Prompt: you write loki so well, it’s amazing!

Oh gosh I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to keep up with the updates to stolen BUT I’ve had a catch up and I’m up to date and I’m so happy Loki is making the first THANK YOU C=

Steve casually picking up a banana when Thor explains he’s interested in guys… perfection! Also loved the new update, ♥ keep going!

Stolen (Part 12)

Part 11

You attempted to keep your eyes open as you waited for the kettle to boil. You stood with your back to Loki who was doing who knows what. You had assigned him a plain china mug that looked horribly boring in comparison to your personal mug (which bore the emblem of your Hogwarts house).

The kitchen may have been intact but a horrible draft swum through the air nonetheless. The central heating did nothing to squash the arctic temperatures of the nearby rooms that still lacked windows. You rolled your shoulders a couple of times to dispel a shiver.

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