#scot imagine

[emotionaloof]

they never fucking explained why he changed his name did they

[beeeeandpuppycat]

i just want your heart.

a zombie leon. barely able to speak. or think. but one thing he knows is he loves you.

leon x femreader

part 1.

hell broke loose. more then the goverment could hide. from weird behaviour to people munching down on skin. the apocalypse had started . population down 74% . leon being in that percentage. skull half broken . mouth ripped off along with an arm . undertsatement to say he was barely reqonizable . the end of the world isnt like the movies. Groups and gangs etc wasn't happening. No. What was happening was Cannibalism from lack of resources . Murders crime with the end near no one was gonna follow the law. Most people even drove into insanity- running round with knives as if they could just respawn.

Which is why you're here.

Running across the street, not from zombies, no. From people with a knife trying to gut your insides for a meal - breath warm against your skin and your shoes slamming against the floor with every step

You panted loosing your breath as you ran sharp round a corner. Fuck was up with people? Human nature was taking over. And -... actually maybe its not the best time to be thinking . Running into a dark alleyway covered in mostly moss. The streetlight dimly lighting the scenery. Into the only thing you saw was a plain. Stone wall- the moss covering it making it just slightly too slippery to climb . Eyes down at the floor as a bead of sweat dripped down your forehead

"Shit.."

You mumbled barely above a whisper. You're cornered. A shiver going down your spine and heart beating out your chest to the point you practically felt like you were gonna vomit"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck"

Eyes stared down at the floor trying to think of something to do. What? Kill a fucking maniac with nothing but your already bruises fist ? Hey you might be going insane but not that fucking insane.. -

Eyes slammed shut head down thinking of anything to save your ass in the situations as steps came forward. Into they stopped? Into the only thing you heard was screams. And surprisingly not yours..?

Eyes opening again turning your head round to see your hero. .- a rotting corpse- the undead looking down at you with a wide stare

The one person you thought would survive this is standing in front of you. Arm looking as if it's gonna fall out with that half ripped out jaw . The glare wasn't scary. No. Gentle wide eyes looking up. Well- one eye. The other rolled up into his skull only showing the white which had a slight tint of yellow looking up as if just as surprised to see you.

"I-.. GET AWAY!!.. DONT COME NEAR-"

You stammered screaming in horror as you backed up against a wall looking at your once best friend you loved so dearly .his back slumped as he limped forward to you . A hand covered in slimy blood moving up the side of your face quietly. Looking as if wanting to talk but failing . Drool coming out his mouth and a slight babble being the max he could sound out along with a creepy grumpy like whine A clear look of frustration at his face when you shouted.

Confusing. Watching this bloody mess not run up like any other zombie to try and eat you. Instead taking gentle steps forward . His arm up to his mouth using it to pull his gloves tighter on his hand . Now standing Infront of you- his head tilted down and a hand gently placed on your shoulder.

"shit Leon.."

"Not gonna eat me?"

You whispered- almost jokingly.As much as this whole situation is both unrealistic and terrifying . It felt nice . The touch of someone you've missed more then anyone. his head up tilting again. As if saying "you want me to?". Weird how you understood what he was trying to say. Quickly shaking your head before you your hands balled to fist against his chest softly pushing him away much to his dismay. taking a few steps back. as much as you like him it's rather hard to trust someone covered in blood

"... what an entrance huh?"..

You mumbled before he lazily nodded. Leaning his back against a wall eyes staring at the floor quietly . His hand moves up in an attempt to push his jaw so it wouldn't fall off in an almost annoyed manner.. Considering most his body was decomposing. "Funny" you thought watching the once tough man struggle. A soft giggle escaping your lips and the first smile in months at your lips. His eyes- well one eye rolling in an annoyed . Yet playful manner. Almost forgetting about the current apocalypse happening .You could soon hear steps coming around surrounding you. leons rough hand snatched yours in the moment suddenly rushing you to whichever building was closes. Rushing you into an almost moldy looking hotel. The lights at the front dimly on and the walls looking as if they were gonna break down any second. hand gripping yours softly . Somehow.. the most adrenaline you've felt in these past months. a few floor boards collapsing under your feet . As his head turned round looking at you . I mean. He did just save you from a bunch of insane people hes clearly concerned..-. even as a zombie his heart hasn't quite rotted yet.

"I'm fine..-but.. we should go find somewhere safe.."

You reassured him. - tho it looked like he half believed you with all the scars and ripped clothes on you. His rough palm moved pushing against yours softly before gently interlocking your fingers. He's worried for you . Clearly- as he dragged you along with him like some kind of puppy

"I know how to walk- nevermind.."

You cut yourself off as he ignored you. Of course he did.. Rolling your eyes at him in a frustrated manner while you moved to walk beside him. Looking for any room that looked somewhat clean to stay the night.- an orange almost blueish light coming through the windows leaving a purple like hue at his face - his eyelashes more apparent as they softly fluttered. Looking over at you in confusion clearly noticing you staring at him.

"Sorry.."

You mumbled. Your eyes quickly darted away in embarrassment. While your cheeks flushed pink and your heart beating even faster than earlier .before your chin was suddenly pulled to the right much to your confusion turned to look over at him - meanwhile his head was turned away in a flustered manner avoiding any eye contact. You could barely hear his breath getting deeper not necessarily knowing what to say. As if he even could - he thought as a zombie all these feelings would disappear. But clearly not. Clearly he enjoys the attention he hasn't had in months

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I'm gonna leave the first part of this here :33. I know it's a shit end for the first part but I couldn't think of any other way.

I had to come up with a whole new story line, since I originally thought patrick would win so I was thinking of more highschooly hidden love yk? . But I kinda like this ver!!^^

Next part will come out soon !(Hopefully)

[sadclowncentral]

scotland is such a delightful place to be as an eccentric extrovert because this country is full of those. just crawling with people happy to take time out of their day to tell you the strangest thing that ever happened to them on a moments notice. they don't make them like this on the main land

[ssaltlicker]

I love caitlyn no matter what but we were somewhat robbed of scottish caitlyn and i do mourn her

[granddaughterogg]

John MacTavish, the man that you are

Ghost: *walking into the silence and the darkness of the break room on base at 4 A.M - as you do - and almost stumbling upon a motionless, unhappy Soap perched on one of the chairs like a burly owl* Ghost: Wha'tha'fuck, Johnny? Soap: (groans) Can't sleep. Ghost: Why? Soap: Too hungry. Ghost *opening the fridge* Then eat somethin'. Soap: (with feeling) Cannae do. Ghost: *taking a carton of milk* Why is that? Soap: *throws his L.T. a despondent, empty stare* I can't sleep cause my stomach's grumbling. But I cannae fix myself any scran cause I'm way too sleepy to move my bum and reach the fucken fridge. Ghost: ... Ghost:(flatly) Sounds like an existential conundrum.

(Do you think that Ghost hand fed him the milk? Have your say in the comments, if you like.)

[wrylu]

cod headcanon that soap still hides in the coat racks

[batri-jopa]

Breakfast with Scot (2007) dir. Laurie Lynd

My most favorite scene:

[hiatuswhore]

Viper IV

Reputation: The Princess of Conde, said to be a lover of games. Perhaps chess, a game requiring one to think many steps ahead and anticipate your enemies next move. For every missteps brings you closer and closer to defeat.

VIPER III: Versatility

YOU NEVER KNEW FRENCH COURT TO BE SO DULL. The privy council drolling on about issues they will never resolve. No plots or ploys, you settle on a ceasefire allowing the Queen Consort a period of reprieve. You busy yourself with strolls with Sebastian and feigning interest in many high Lord's pursuits of your hand. This does not stop the Queen Mother from focusing on your every movement. Nor are you a fool to the servant in your ranks who reports to her. All information they receive perfectly curated to your liking.

Sitting at your vanity, you huff like a child on the verge of a tantrum. Whispers containing scandals so minuscule you are certain the histories will write you as the first to truly die from boredom.

“Dahlia, any news on the parchment I sent to my brother?” You ask. The shake of your handmaiden’s head garnering another huff. “He wants me to come home, but I have far too much to do here.”

“Princess, you must stop fussing so I can finish your hair,” Dahlia’s silvery voice and gentle touch gaining an apologetic smile. The light tapping of your chamber door stills your handmaiden, your head turning toward the door. Dahlia crosses the room. Opening it, she bows respectfully before lowering her gaze and stepping aside.

“My King,” You rise to your feet, a grin on your lips as you curtsy. Francis chuckles, shaking his head as you ask what you can do for him.

“My wife seems to believe you have a vendetta against her. I am no fool of the deep care you hold for your brother. This afternoon you will invite her on your evening stroll, just the two of you,” Your head tilts to the side, a wide smile taking your features, hiding the thorns beneath rosy-colored petals.

“While I admit I was not very fond, I thought to have clarified my intentions with your wife. Very well, we will have a lovely evening at once,” Clasping your hands in front of you, stepping forward, you peck his cheek. His nose grazes your cheek as he turns to meet your gaze.

“We are not children anymore. You know this is not appropriate,” His words leave him in a breathy whisper. You wet your lips, offering a warm smile.

“I meant nothing untoward, Francis. You are dear to me. I would never have you jeopardize your honor,” Only run it off a cliff, the heat of his skin warming your own at the proximity. His head tilts forward so slightly you nearly miss it as he stiffens. You pull away first, brushing past him with a knowing smirk.

The long corridor from your chambers holds a sea of faces that matter little as you make your way to the kitchens. Fetching to chalices of wine, your smiles large as Mary and Catherine’s eyes land on you. They stand in the throne room, speaking quietly amongst themselves.

“Queen Mother. Her grace. My apologies for the intrusion. I hoped to steal the Queen for a stroll. I even brought us wine,” You say, holding out the chalice. Silence dances between the three of you. Both Catherine and Mary eye the cup in your hand warily, the smile on your lips wicked. She knows she cannot refuse. To do so slights the Princess of Conde--another slight against the De Bourbon family, her kin-in-law.

“Of course, Princess,” Mary swallows thickly, her voice wavering as her fingers brush your own against the cup. She glances at Catherine a final time before joining your side. You wear a kind smile, your airy aura filling the halls. You ramble to Mary just as you do with a dear friend, noting how the chalice in her hands has stayed there.

“What a lovely day. Isn’t it lovely?” Stepping outside, you turn to Mary, her strained smile and stiff posture fueling your amusement. Catherine stands with Francis on the second-floor terrace watching the two of you.

“Very lovely indeed,” Mary mutters, following your toothy smile up the terrace. She’s greeted with differing expressions. Francis wears one of encouragement as Catherine stands as though a guillotine awaits.

“Mary, you are not very good at this game. You went to Francis of your fears, rightful fears, but now here we are. Let me help you understand your particular situation. This is a game of reputation. I very publicly invited you to wine and a stroll. The part the people do not know is that it is at the King's behest. Now imagine if word spreads, you refused my efforts for peace after all you brought upon my brother? What a lecherous cunt,” You scoff, speaking barely above a whisper, shaking your head, a smile painting your lips. Mary’s eyes narrow, her shoulders falling at her side. Stepping into the trap before it was even set.

“I am the Queen. You are my subject in my court!” The ferocity of her tone unlike anything you ever expected of her. You would have commended her in another life, but now your smile falls as you stumble back. Mary’s frown distinct as your eyes well with tears. You shift your gaze down sharply, cowering like a frightened child—the antithesis of your nature.

“My apologies, your grace. Will you excuse me?” You curtsy, wiping the faux tear from your cheek. Mary’s eyes bounce around the open grass field. Ladies and Lords alike lounge around different fixtures watching the exchange. Realization cuts through like a blade to skin, your sorrow not reaching your eyes. Oh, how this game suits you.

“Princess,” Mary breathes out, watching as you fiddle with your fingers. The comely and giving Princess standing before the aggressor, the cruel Queen.

“My apologies, your grace. I know our histories are—” You cry out, the approaching mop of blonde hair arriving with impeccable timing.

“Mary, a word,” The clench of the King’s jaw clear despite the mask of calm he wears. You offer a respectful curtsy heading back toward the castle with your head low. Inside, Catherine greets you with a sneer; taking her hands, you smile.

“I detest you. You wretched girl,” Catherine squeezes your hands tights, to onlookers a warm exchange between family. The Queen Mothers' smile as warm and deceitful as your own.

“Oh, Catherine. To hate me is to hate yourself. I learned all I know from watching you,” You lean forward, kissing both her cheeks. The softening of her glare was not lost on you before excusing yourself. Like wildfire, the word spread of your exchange; invitations of tea and strolls pouring into your chamber like water to a glass.

By noon, you receive word of a private family supper. You naturally assume it to be the workings of Francis but still consider others. While Mary navigates your game as well as a blind man at sea, you await Catherine to guide her hand. You wear a courteous smile as the hundredth invite for tea arrives, your empty promises of soon arranging a meeting becoming almost instinctive.

“(Y/n)!” Your eyes widen at the squeal. Claude rushes down the corridor, her arms wide open. She nearly tackles you to the ground in a hug, squeezing so tight it may very well suffocate you.

“Thank god! This place is so terribly boring,” You exclaim, stepping off to the side. Claude smirks. “I was so upset to learn I had just missed by mere hours the day I arrived.”

“I hear my brother's wife made you cry, and I know for certain that is not the case. You must tell me your machinations at once,” Claude whispers, leaning in close. The two of you stop at the corner, appearing like giddy children.

“That would spoil the fun dear cousin!” You say, crossing your arms and mirroring her smirk.

“The Scottish Queen is doomed then, but that must wait. We have much to catch up on,” Claude hooks her arm in your own. She leads you down the hall, her animated rambling taking the whole of the conversation as you listen intently.

“You slept with Ser Harlin?” You gasp, stopping in your tracks. The French Princess bit her bottom lip, grinning like a madwoman. She spares you not a single detail of her exploits with the pagan warrior, a burly man of few words.

“How have you not? I know, no Lord who looks like him. We must have our fun before our brothers decide to try and marry us off,” Claude says, shrugging your shoulders, your matter-of-fact tone dripped in certainty, “I believe my brother knows if he forces a husband upon me, that poor soul will not make it to our marital bed.”

“Well, if Francis makes me marry, can I count on your diligence in my indoctrination to widowhood?” Claude teases. Nodding your head, you stand straight up with a playfulness to your tone, “I swear this oath to you in perpetuity, my princess.”

“I see you two muck about once more,” Francis greets his sister with a warm hug, his eyes meeting yours with a long pause. Claude’s gaze bounces between the two of you, chuckling shamelessly.

“All these years and nothing changes. Well, you two clearly need a moment. Mother!” Claude calls out, skipping away before either of you can say a word. You bite the inside of your cheek, certain you will not lead this conversation.

“I wish to apologize on behalf of Mary,” Francis says, studying how you render your face expressionless.

“It’s clear the Queen does not seek forgiveness, but who I am to ask that of the Queen. I do not believe she likes me very much. I think I should soon leave,” You shrug your shoulders, pursing your lips. A huff leaves him, taking the bait as easily as you threw it.

“You will do no such thing. I want you here, so that is where you shall be.” Francis taking your hand in his own, the closeness intoxicating—inviting far too inappropriate for the open hall. You wet your lips, watching his eyes travel to them.

“Of course, my King.” The batting of your lashes and low hum of your voice garnering a deep sigh. Francis closes his eyes, rolling back his shoulders as he releases your hand. “Are you unwell, your grace?”

“You very well know what I am at this given second,” He tilts his head, giving you a knowing look. Leaning in closer, your pointed stare and lopsided grin doing the young King no favors.

“You are King, Francis. It is well within your right to reach for what you want. Who you want,” Placing your hand on his shoulder, you trail your pointer finger up the side of his neck and back down at a tantalizingly slow pace.

“I will not be my father,” Francis says, disappearing into his own mind before you. Your hand travels up to his cheek, pulling him back to the present, testing your limits with your thumb tracing his bottom lip.

“You could never. Far too honorable. Too good,” You draw your words out, the slow whisper and dark eyes evaporating those around you from view. The few who linger in the corridor pretend as though you both are not the center of attention. You lean up, pecking his cheek once more, resting your cheek against his, your breath tickling his ear. Your eyes on the dark mop of hair down the hall, “I am your first love. Mary shall be your last, it seems. Your grace.”

You step back, noting how he stares at you, the adoration clear as day. Curtsying, you brush past him. At the end of the hall, you stop shoulder-to-shoulder with the Scottish Queen. Her glassy staring forward as though someone has commanded it. You do not spare her glance on even turn to address her, your face now one of stone.

“Please, Princess. Ask anything of me, and it is yours.” Mary swallows thickly, her eyes on her husband's back as he continues down the hall. When he turns the corner, she turns to you, your gaze still forward.

“Your demise.”

MASTERLIST

[bookish-cravings]

Israel bombs innocent Palestinians, saying that Hamas is hiding amongst them so them mindlessly murder thousands of innocents is actually justified

They are using that same excuse to justify their attack on Lebanon, and you're all actually falling for it? Again?

They are not going to stop until they've killed every Middle Eastern alive, whether that be a man, woman or a child

And you know this. I'm tired of acting like people who defend Israel are just misinformed or uneducated about the situation.

They know about the 76 years of violence Israel inflicted on Palestine, they know it's an apartheid state, they know that there were never any Hamas members hiding in the elementary schools or in the hospitals, they know Israel is a settler colonial state, they know Israel is committing genocide Palestinians and they know that Israel is now also targeting the people of Lebanon

They just don't care because every person, every child, every baby, every father, mother, sister, brother, cousin, aunt, uncle, teacher, doctor, nurse, writer, scholar, etc. that Israel kills is a person of colour

They don't care how many corpses Israel leaves in its wake, because those are the bodies of brown people and I'm tired of coddling them and I'm tired of pretending otherwise, you all know damn well what Israel is doing, you just don't care

[pan3m]

i think snow should've done something Funny in mj. i think he should've made his own victor 'star squad'

[imagineanime2022]

Your Choice

Doppo Kunikida X Fem!Reader F Scot Fitzgerald!Father X Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1048

Requested: Anon

Request: Could you do a Bungo Stray Dogs Kunikida x reader, they are the second daughter of F Scot Fitzgerald. After their sister and Mother passed on their father became more suffocating. They left when they turned 18 and joined the detective agency as their lawyer/ advisor on legal matters. When Fitzgerald threatens the agency the reader goes to confront their father but Kunikida goes with them. Reader reveals to him that if they want any part of their grandchild’s life they’ll back off. Kunikida finds out at the moment too. How do they react?

Warning: Pregnancy, Estranged family

You remember telling your story to Fukazawa, the true story of your family, your mother and sister’s death and your dad’s overbearing tendencies. You had explained that the only way to get away from him was to move countries and start a new life, you told Kunikida a less detailed story he knew the important parts about you but you never told him your father’s name but you told him where you came from and even about the loss of your mother and sister before you got together.

When your father first came to the office, you weren’t there (you were sure the boss had done that on purpose) but you honestly wished that you had been, maybe you could have stopped all of this from happening but you knew your father, and you had a trump card that was going to win you the war against your father. So when he decided to attack Naomi and Kirako you told the boss that you had a plan, one that involved winning with no fighting at all. He ordered Kunikida to go with you.

You pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts and clicking on the one that was labelled dad, you hoped that he kept the same number and honestly you doubted that he would change it in fear that he’d never hear from you again. “Hello?” He asked and honestly you hoped for a second that he had changed. “Dad calls off the attack on the agency clerks and then we can talk, I have some news that I’m sure you’d want to hear.” You wagered and Kunikida looked down at you. “I there a place you would like to meet?” He asked. “There’s a little cafe on the south side of the city, I’ll send you the address.” You said. “I’ll see you soon, treasure.” He said before hanging up the phone. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “He’s your father?” Kunikida asked after he was sure that you had hung up the phone. “I don’t think my family problems outweigh the safety of the rest of you.” You explained. “Are you sure?” He asked as he lifted his hand to your cheek to make you look at him, he had always been able to read you so you didn’t bother lying. “I don’t know… But I have to try, we can’t just let him keep trying to kill everyone.” You shrugged. “I’ll come with you.” You didn’t know if that was better or worse, you had yet to tell him about the bargaining chip that you were about to use. You had found out that morning that you were pregnant and it was of course Kunikida’s child. You’d seen him with children you trusted that he’d be an amazing father and the rest of the team would be the best family. You had planned to reach out to your father, to tell him about his grandchild you just expected to be doing that after telling the father about the baby.

You set up the meeting and waited at the cafe, Kunikida sat next to you the whole time “there’s something that I need to tell you before he gets here.” You said turning to him. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll stay with you no matter what, we can talk about anything else later.” He promised. “This is kind of important.” You said hand falling to your stomach not that he seemed to notice anything but before either of you could address anything a shadow cast over you. “It’s been a while.” Your father said as he looked down at you, Kunikida stood shielding you from him. “So you're the protector Louisa wrote about. I’m not going to hurt her.” “I’d never believe that.” Kunikida glared at him but you took his hand pulling him to sit. “It’s okay he won’t.” You reassured him as your father took his seat in front of you. “So what do you want to talk about?” He asked. The way that he looked at you made you think that you were wrong about how well this plan was going to work, he was looking at you like a treasure he needed to reacquire, the love that used to show on his face hidden from you. You laced your fingers with Kunikida before speaking hoping that both of them reacted the way that you wanted. “I’m pregnant and if you want anything to do with your grandchild you’ll leave their family alone.” You warned, his eyes widened and the silence that took over the table made you want to leave, you looked at your father and saw the look of shock on his face. “Grandchild?” He asked. “Yes.” You nodded. “I planned on calling you after I told Kunikida but you messed up that plan.” Kunikida tightened his grip on your hand causing you to look over at him, he was looking at you, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking but you couldn’t dwell on it for the moment. “You presented a good deal.” He said as he stood from the table “I’ll be in contact, no need to worry about your friends for now.” He stood from the table a small smirk on his face, before standing and walking away with one sentence “I’ll be in touch.” “Pregnant?” Kunikida asked. “I wanted to tell you before telling anyone else but I couldn’t think of any other way to get him to back off.” You explained “I know you might not want a kid so you-” Kunikida got you to stop talking by pressing a kiss to your lips. “I want everything with you.” He said. “Everything?” You asked. “Everything.” He promised, kissing his temple. “We are going to have to revisit your eating and that offer to sleep on the floor yesterday.” “Well I didn’t know that I was pregnant yesterday.” You answered. “And if you take anything apart from alcohol away from me I’ll kill you myself.” “We’ll talk.” He said softly as he led you back to the safety of the underground hideout, you knew that things were going to change but you were more than excited for the baby, your relationship with Kunikida and the possibility of mending your relationship with your father.

*Part 2*

Request Here!!

[beeeeandpuppycat]

I just want your heart

A zombie Leon barely able to speak or think but one thing he knows is he loves you

Zom!Leon x femreaders.

Part 2

perfect duo.

Standing Infront of him quietly. A light cold breeze in the air that slightly pushed your bangs Infront your face. His bluish sick skin having a slight pink hue at his cheeks. If he wasn't dead his heart would be bursting free right now .

"You look rather pretty you know..?"

You mumbled in reply. A gentle smile at your lips. Watching his brows furrow in an embarrassed manner . The pale skin at his cheeks flushing a soft pink. Seeming he wasn't gonna answer you quickly attempted change the subject

..

"let's go- come on."

He nodded in response, quickly speeding up his steps - walking up the half broken steps up to the second floor of the hotel. A free room taking your attention when the purple light from the moon barely covered the door - tugging him along with you much to his annoyance. A grumpy grumble coming out of him as he limped over following you . The door shutting behind him with a loud slam. One bed - a rather big bed. But does Leon even sleep ? Your head turning to him quietly, head tilted to the side softly

"you want the bed?"

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He quickly shaked his head , nudging you with his shoulder over to the bed. Not in the best state, but so far, the best place you've slept during the whole apocalypse . His body slipped down on the floor quietly. Leaning up against the bed. Cheek against the mattress , leaning his head down and to the side quietly looking up at you with pretty blue eyes. Eyelashes fluttering quietly as you stayed busy looking out the window of the room, the dim city lights and the vines and moss mostly covering the whole city. Somehow ? It looked prettier than before

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"I can feel you staring leon.."

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You said barely above a whisper. Walking over quietly sitting down on the bed with your head tilted down to him. His rough hand moved up pushing a strand of hair behind your ear gently. His eyelashes fluttering in a loving manner

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"howd you become a .. you know..?"

Well. He was one of the few people you thought would survive this. And well you weren't wrong. Somewhere in him is still alive. Right in his chest right where you belong - sitting up beside you his gloves finger moved up gently writing on your thigh with it. A slight hint of blood being left behind

"m-i-s-s-i-o-n"

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"like a police mission?"

You quickly replied in confusion. Before he shook his head again - you didn't know yet about his job. Well.. you hadn't seen eachother for a while even before the apocalypse.feels almost weird being so close to him again

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"g-o-v-e-r-m-'

"government ?!".. you guessed out ,cutting him off before he quickly nodded. Always knew you were smart ! You thought to yourself not letting that word quite sink into your brain.

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"wait- WHAT-"

You shouted in surprise, your body leaning forward towards him. He quickly flinched back at your loudness and the way you got do much closer, feeling your breath up against his face before nodding. Well .. he did tell you once about something "police blah blah blah blah".. actually, maybe he's not the only one that ignores people ..

"Thats - cool..."

You mumbled awkwardly not exactly knowing how to answer. - Well I mean does he count as a police man anymore? Should you treat him with more respect ?His shoulder nudges yours softly, Looking down at you quietly .- pointing at you his head tilted down in curiosity

The last time he saw you ,you were living with a few of your friends no??

"Oh -..uhm.. I was out shopping when it all happened.. i don't really know where all my friends are currently. We weren't together and they couldn't answer their phone"

You mumbled softly. Your head titled and to the side . Now slightly avoiding his gaze. He could tell you were holding on to little proof that they were still alive, most peolle were hanging on to pure hope now.

His hand suddenly moved up. Bloody fingers moving down hugging the side of your face softly. Thumb lovingly brushing againts the skin.

"Wha.."

You whispered in confusion. You never saw him so gentle in these past few years. But it felt nice .- your breath softly hitching tilting your head up before your body sprinted forward . Arms wrapped round before his head and shoulder with your face shoved in the crook of his neck. As tough as you seem. Staying alone in an apocalypse full of zombie and cannibals isn't exactly gonna make a cheery person.. your hed moved back looking at him quietly before leaning forward. leaving a lil peck againts his lips.

"A thank you gift.. for saving me earlier"

he stayed silent for a few seconds. not exactly knowing how to answer,his face was pratically a tamato at this point .before a slight smile formed at his lips. not really the easiest to make out with his ripped out jaw . but you think he enjoyed it ? a quick nod coming from him as he pushed himself back down against the foor. you should get some clean. you need all your energy for tomorrow, you thought to yourself. leaning upagainsts theheadboardd . your head tilted down gently as you rested your eyes shut. quickly drifting into sleep.

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you woke up. a slightly bluish yellow light shining on your face through the window, making your eyes sting ever so slightly . leon already seemed awake. standing over you quietly with an arm crossed over his chest. his had moved down writing with his finger on to the bare skin of your nape noticing you awake .

"s-l-e-e-p. W-e-l-l?"

you nodded softly sitting up and pushing yourself off the bed . arms behind your back stretching out . you would ask him .. but you dont really wanna think of the fact he was staring at you the whole night.

"we need to go. find some group.. or supplies ".

maybe a police station. but you're pretty sure the world is far too gone. is the government even alive anymore? You're not even sure if anyone is alive anymore except you. And a half?Tho.. you're not sure of another group. You were enjoying being with him alone- but yeah. It would be better

he grabbed your hand softly. tugging you along with him while you guys wondered out the room. leon grabbing his gun out his pocket making you jump ever slightly as you walked down the halls. Jeez.. did he always have that ?

.

'SHI-' you shouted out rather

aggressively when a rather rotton smell came behind you as if leon didnt already stink... torn hand gripping your shoulder and some freaky grumble making your back shiver. fuck- zombie.. in the moment not really knowing what to do. gripping a small pocket knife you rushed to stab it in the eye. eyes widened and pulling yourself back as it attempted to limp forward. leon finishing the job as he gripped your shoulder. gently pulling you behind him. a step forward while he one-shot the zombie. blood splatting the floor that almost looked like it was moving. That's a first.. you've killed them before, but you never bothered to look at the after math.

grabbing leons hand you pulled his glove off. as if you were gonna touch it with your bare hands. - gently poking it while the slimy almost hard like liquid wrapping round your finger. Quickly standing up while shaking it off.- icky..- could see the discomfort on your face.

..

"What- the fuck Is that.."

You somewhat shouted. Rolling your eyes softly moving to stand beside him quickly. At the sight of more coming towards you- Leon mostly wanted to go to the police station. Atleast get you a gun even if you wouldn't use it. - stood there in a fight stance before. To be honest. Fuck no- you immediately toon a step back - which he noticed. Quickly pushing you beside him when he realises you might have been frightened. Arm forward and one step back one step forward. Gun headshot- ting most of them one coming just slightly too close to Leon. You stood behind head poking out slightly before quickly stabbing it in the eye from behind - almost stabbing his shoulder in the process. An angry lil grumble coming from him in the process he turned around. - head tilted down looking at you quietly..

"were suchhh.. a good teamm...!"

You mumbled quietly. Hands behind your back and eyes slightly dating to the side .. - he half looked like he was gonna punch you half looked like he found you funny. - gently nodding while his shoulders dropped. Soon quickly grabbing you back again. Same arm with the gun going behind your back hugging it quietly . - his limping body dragging you along to the nearest police station. The doors swinging open . You walking behind Leon while he shot ahead of him. Making sure you weren't in any open positions to get hurt . Wondering round in every room. Looking for any herbs guns ammo even got a granola bar cause that's such a good find?. Even if he doesn't need any herbs he'd like it for you. - grabbing you closer when he walked round the desk in the office. Grabbing a gun from the counter and handing it to you.

..

"thanks - but I don't know how to use it.."

You mumbled. Your head tilted to the side . He huffed in response. Well he already guessed you were gonna say that- softly grabbing your palm . Writing into your palm leaving a slight stain of blood behind.

"I c-a-n t-e-a-c-h"

Looking up at him- you quickly nodded happily. Tho Leon doesn't really seem like the best teacher. It could be fun, no? His hand grabbing yours softly quickly making your guys way out. His head tilted down quietly looking up at him- blush flushing at your cheeks in an almost embarrassed manner. Feels weird. Considering you guys didn't talk as much before and now suddenly it's like nothing ever happened. There was a church nearby.. tho it's kinda creepy, hes pretty sure had some food. Anything that's not just a granola bar would be better. Walking out the police station - golden hour shining down at you guys. Watching the way his eyes turned slightly purple at the yellow light. A bit of sweat dripping down the side of his face quietly walking with you down the alleyways.

[the-busy-ghost]

Every day I wake up and there are still new words to learn, this is fantastic, do you guys know about this? Is this allowed?

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: trying to Have Alone time with  Derek, while the Pack keeps interrupting

Warning: Mention of sex, Nothing happens. 

Derek heard the footsteps before you heard the door being hit with fists as Stiles was breathing heavily running up the flight of stairs to Derek’s Loft apartment. you were sitting on Derek’s Lap kissing his neck, when you heard the pounding at the door, “ignore them.” you pleaded as you go back to attacking Derek with your lips.

Derek groaned softly as he spoke, “the others are coming up.” 

he held your sides slowly gliding his hands over your hips as you pull your lips from his neck to his mouth. giving him a kiss before pulling back to talk, “ignore the like I do when the idiots come for me for help.” 

“Scott’s your brother!” 

you sighed softly as you caress his shoulder blades, “after 4 am not.” he chuckled softly lifting you off him as he cupped your face kissing you again as Stiles started screaming at the door. to hurry up. 

Derek got up and soon all thoughts and attention towards you were sidetracked as he helped Scott and the band of mischiefs with another problem. 

days passed, Each time you tired to have “Alone time” with your Hunky Hot Werewolf boyfriend. Scott, or Stiles. or Lydia. Hell Even Peter came charging into the flat interrupting you both. Peter caught you with your shirt mid Lift over your head. as he said he was loving the view. Derek freaked out at him while you were thankful it was Peter and Not Stiles who was in the next room who caught you. that boy would Die of a heart attack if he saw you half dressed.

A Week. passed. At First Derek was apological for his responsibilities. you knew and you expected your brother and the “pack” would come first. but after 14 interruptions you were exhausted and pepped up. Now you understood the saying “Kids Kill the mood”  romance dies when Kids are brought into a couple’s life.. your brother and he’s friends are KILLING your romance! you were debuting on telling your Mom to tell Scott to Leave Derek alone for at least One afternoon . But then the thought of telling your Mom, the only reason you wanted Derek alone for yourself was to practice making her a grandchild. the women who was still on the fence about Derek. and Doesn’t like the idea of you. her oldest child. sure a Adult. but still.. you didn’t want your mom to think about you having sex. In a ideal world your Mom will think your a virgin until you were dead! That limited the notion of Tally on your mom that Scott is taking too much of your boyfriends attention. 

Laying on the sofa Derek was just called off again as you spoke, ‘they have to have this place bugged, How is it every time. we start they call?” 

Derek sighed heavily saying he had no idea as he walked over kissing the top of your head. he could Smell how desperately you wanted him. Desire was driving him crazy. and causing him to be more miserable and cranky towards everyone. A Week! he couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t touched you this long before. probably since before dating. 

When you came into town. Derek smelt you coming. the aroma knocked him off his feet and he fell to he’s Knee’s as you walked over.  Fresh out of college. you had a baseball cap on. that was old and tattered. but it was your favorite. You wore a black tank top with a plaid shirt over the shorts. it was summer. and a bit chilly out as you walked over seeing Scott and Stiles looking at Derek. their mentor and advisor with big eyes seeing him crumble as you walked over in your white dirty sneakers. 

“Stiles hey you got your jeep? you alright?” you looked at the guy on his Knees as Stiles thought out loud that He must be injured or something. Derek was too stunned to speak seeing you. he realized you were destined for him. or him you since the moment he first smelt you. and you literally turned his world upside down. 

Now here you were.. Basically pleading without Saying the words to stay but Derek had to help your brother- again. Damn Scott! Derek cursed to himself as he left you. 

when he returned in was ten pm. you were staying over. you normally do. you had a section of the closest and a drawer and your traveling bag. it just happened. you couldn’t remember the last time you  just went home alone. you were other at his place or yours. when you go home. to sleep. Derek arrives and lets himself in. it helps that you gave him a Key. those. before you did. he used he’s werewolf nails to just break in. a trick you wished you could do. you always forget your keys. 

you were sitting on the bed watching a movie as he walked in. going straight to you pulling you into a deep kiss. you smiled kissing him back, “let me shower and I'm yours all night i swear.” 

you smiled into the kiss saying okay as he got up and headed to the shower. when the shower turned on he’s phone rang. as he called you to answer it. you got up, digged thru his jeans to find his phone as you answered it, “Hello?’ 

“Y/N? what you doing there?” 

Stiles. you sighed as you spoke, “Stiles what’s up?” 

“Liam is stuck.” 

you sat on the bed as you spoke, “what you mean he’s Stuck? how and where is he stuck?’ 

“in a tree.. surrounded by wolfbane.” 

blinking, you knew the excuses were incredible stupid lately. Stiles called Derek just yesterday with car trouble.. ran out of gas. a mile away from the gas station but he called for help. And Scott called him up a few days ago. begging for help. with his homework. Derek hit him for that call but then helped him. 

“Liam- the werewolf is stuck in a tree?” 

Derek came walking in as he had a towel around his wasit going to grab the phone as you spoke, “Can’t Liam.. Jump out of the tree.. and Land someplace without Wolfbane?” 

“he’s scared?” 

Stiles voice cracked at that response as you soke, “unforntately, Derek can’t come to get Liam unstuck.. from a Tree.. he’s not a fireman- Hey.. Call a fire department! or get a ladder!” 

you clicked off as Derek sighed heavily, ‘their- Clearly doing this on propose!” 

Derek couldn’t agree more, “where is he?” 

“i’ll go with you.’ 

Getting to Liam seeing him still in the tree as Scott and Stiles were a few yards away. you turned to Stiles. “wolfbane doesn’t affect you? and how the ehll he get up there?’ 

“the roof.. he climbed it.. trying to save a cat.” 

30 minutes later Liam was returned safely to the ground as you gripped your brothers ear and dragged him far away from the group. 

“OW!” 

you freed him as you spoke lowly in hopes Liam, or any other supernatural species couldn’t hear you. 

“if you call Derek again, in the next 48 hrs, I will get wires, and a stik and stuff it with wolfbane and Stuff it up your ass, Stiles ear and Liams nose!” 

"whoa! what’s with the hostility?’ 

“you can only distrub him in the next 48 hours if someone is bleeding, or the world is coming to  A End. Do I make myself clear? Or so help me I will tell mom you had Alison over all Night!” 

“what crawled up your butt and died?” 

“No calls! if Stiles calls your ass is being beat with this wolfbane!”

Scott rolled hes eyes and called you a idiot. and you called him a dead one if he bothered your boyfriend again. 

99% of the time Derek can hear when someone is coming, but this 1 % he was so distracted with you. that he didn’t hear he’s front door open Or the shuffling of the feet going upstairs to the bedroom door until it was too late. Apart of him was relieved he’s body was covering you mostly up. but the horror and humilation on your face, and Stiles who barged into the room. catching you both. will haunt him for weeks. 

“MY EYES!” Stiles screamed as Derek screamed at him to get the hell out . as you screamed you were going to Kick his ass. you sighed heavily falling onto the bed as Derek sighed heavily, “well- I guess my vacation is over from the idiots.” 

“About to be a damn funeral. for some!” he chuckled softly kissing your lips softly. 

in the distance you could hear Stiles screaming about wanting to pull his eyes out, and wanting to burn the imagine out of his skull as Scott screamed he iddn’t need to hear about his sister getting laid, while Lydia said could she blame you for wanting to do Derek. which got Stiles commenting and a huge bickering war started... this was your new normal. 

[dragonboydominicc]

Just finished watching aftersun. Do not fucking textm

[zvdvdlvr]

imagine ur bd being out of the picture and your little girl running up to si ☹️🤍

   “Daddy!”

   Simon looked down, eyes wide at the little girl wrapped around his right leg. Johnny eyed him carefully. He was thankful none of the other café patrons paid any mind. “I’m not your daddy, love,” Simon said. He tugged his leg away gently but the strength of a child is hard to match.

     “Annalise, get off that man,” a woman cried. In the blink of an eye, she knelt near Simon’s leg and tugged the child away.

     “Dada!” She shrieked. Annalise’s chubby hands reached out for Simon’s. “Is dada, mama!”

     You shook your head. “I- I’m so sorry, sir. Her dad was in the military. Anna thinks everyone in fatigues is dada… Do you want me to get either of you a coffee to pay you back? I’m truly sorry.”

     Soap discreetly elbowed Simon harshly in the side. “‘M quite alrigh’ lass. Simon, here, would take a coffee if your serious. If you’ll excuse me, I got to go. Bye, little lassie,” the Scot rushed, face lightinf up at the way Annalise giggled as his parting.

     Annalise was still cooing and reaching for Simon. You just shifted her on your hip and rubbed her back. “Simon, yeah?”

     “That’s me, ma’am,” Simon nodded, feeling suddenly extremely exposed without the balaclava he had decided not to wear for one single occasion. “You don’t have to pay me back-“

     “Nonsense. I would feel like a bad person if I just let my kid latch herself onto your left and call you dad and then just swoop her up and leave,” you said, reaching for your wallet before walking over to the ordering counter. “What can I get you?”

     Simon ordered a small of his usual, watching you pull the money from your wallet without glancing at how much it costed. He observed you in that split second- a beautiful baby girl on your hip who thought any man in camo was her dad. So he had been in the service… Simon watched you smile kindly at the teen behind the counter who fumbled for your change. You murmured a quiet, “It’s quite alright, take your time.” A well-mannered, well put-together individual who was also very attractive. Simon knew what Johnny was doing when he left and Simon would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought you were a catch.

     “I seriously appreciate the coffee, ma’am, but it was unnecessary,” Simon said as you tucked your change back and waited for the drink. “As long as the kid’s alrigh’, I don’t need anything in return.”

     You smiled. You smiled at Simon and he swore his cold heart jumped in his chest. Clearly your bright smile disarmed Annalise as much as Simon because she let out a bubbly laugh and put her hands on your cheek. “What if I said I wanted to?” You asked coyly.

     Simon watched Annalise play with a baby hair near your face. “Then I’d say it’d be a cruel thing to tell a gorgeous woman no.”