#sorry im sure i sound like such a Rebellious Teenager

[born2b-beheaded]

you have a beautiful life ahead of you

I know, and I know it Will get better. It just feels soooo repetitive right now :// sigh. I dunno. All I really know is that I'm looking forward to the day things change. I dunno when that will be, but things Will change. And if it takes until I'm an adult, then so be it. It's only 3 years, really; and these past 15 have absolutely flown by.

[ajshabsxxwife]

Yayyy so I’m such a George girly.

I was wondering if you could write about a very pregnant y/n being featured in a useless hotline episode and she has been having Brixton hicks contractions over the past few days but George and y/n aren’t worried that she is going into labour it’s just that they know things are progressing.

I feel like George would be giving worried looks over at the different table and pausing to ask her if she’s alright and she would just be pretending like everything is fine cause she’s quite stubborn and she’s trying to answer questions while she is massaging her belly or something. And max and Callum give each other looks about it as they are equally worried as well and is asking if she needs a water or tea to help with it.

Sorry if that was annoying to read my mind just started flowing with thoughts 😂😂😂❤️❤️

I have never written a pregnant fic so im very sorry if this is not very good or what you expected🙏

also i am very sorry i didnt get to this sooner i have been quite busy ❤️

Contractions - George Clarkey

Today was my time to shine on the useless hotline podcast. Me, Max and George have had this planned for months and we are finally getting round to doing it!

I sat down opposite Max and George, holding my massive stomach. “First and obvious question, how many weeks are you?” Max asks with excitement in his tone. “I’m 27 weeks, so just started my third trimester.” I say with a grin.

“Oh my gosh! It feels like you only just announced your pregnancy yesterday.” Max sqeals.

“It really does feel like yesterday.” You agree.

“So we have quite a few questions about pregnancy, ones we have dug up from your comments on instagram and tiktok, and then we have a handfull of questions about your childhood and where abouts you’re from.” Max summerises.

“Sounds like a plan.” You say as you hold your womb as you have a false labour contraction. “You okay?” George asks as he looks at someone off camera to give you some water.

You take the bottle of water greatfully. “Yea, Yea im fine it’s just a false labour contraction.” You explain.

Max looks at George, confused but none the less moves on. “Second question, Are you having a boy or a girl.” Max smirks at the camera as he already knows but none of their fans do.

“Well i’m actually keeping that a secret until I have given birth to the baby.” You chuckle a little bit. “Understand.” George nods

“Have you picked a name yet?” Max looks intrigued. “Nope, me and George keep having disagreements.” You giggle.

“Cause you have horrible baby names.” George bickers “I do not, you pick old victorion names.” You bite back.

George just simply rolls his eyes. You hold your womb again as you quietly groan out in pain. “Are you sure your fine?” George asks again.

Max gives Callum a look. “I’m fine!” You sqeal at George.

20 minutes go by and they have just finished all the pregnancy related questions which you’re quite glad about but now they are moving onto questions you have been dreading.

“Childhood. it’s a big part of your life isn’t it Y/n?” Max asks. “Yes it really is.” You agree.

“Many people did mischievous things as a kid, were you one of them?” George asks you, staring right into your eyes. You look away as you get a little flustered at the eye contact.

“Yea I was a bit.. rebellious you could say.” You smirk at the camera, soon giggling as you can’t keep serious. “What was the worst thing you did as a kid?” Max asks.

“Uhm.. I don’t really know.” You answer.

“Whats something you do remember?” George asks.

“I don’t remember much as a kid but i do remember one thing, which is I ding dong ditched pretty much every house on my street.” You sigh.

“What about as a teenager?” Max asks.

“Sneak out of school with a bunch of boys and smoke, get high? sometimes drink if one of us could get alcohol.” You said.

“Basic.” George grumbles. “What about fights?” George asks, clearly not happy with your boring answer.

“Nope.” You answer.

You jolt forward as you get a very sore contraction, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Do you wanna lay down for an hour or so?” George asks you, clearly very concerned. “Or we can maybe film next week?”

“No, no it’s fine.” You reply.

Soon 2 hours go by and in that 2 hours you had very sore contractions but you got through it, now you’re in your bed.

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Really dont like this as I have never written pregnancy before…

beta squad masterlist is being posted after this. and i will make a other yt masterlist on saturday (if i remember!!) 🫶🏻

[fandom-blackhole]

Sinful Sunday!

AN: Nothing much to put here other than I am sorry I didn't do ships last night like I thought, I ended up babysitting later than I thought I would and I had to finish these two thots up. Other than that enjoy!

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Pairings: Modern!Boba Fett x College Student!Reader, Merman!Din Djarin x Lighthouse Keeper!Reader

Modern!Boba Fett x Reader

We got another sexy Boba THOT babes, but be warned this does really highlight the older male x younger female relationship, mostly because this one is purely self indulgent. So I guess, warning older Boba and reader in college....

The first you had met Boba is when some average Chad had started annoying you at a popular bar among college students. You had tried everything to get him to leave you alone, to the point of turning your back on him, which was obviously a mistake when you felt his hand slither along your waist and attempt to grope you. But he was stopped short when he was ripped away from you by none other than Boba himself, who immediately shoved him out of the bar, before returning to you to ask if you were alright, and to tell the bartender to put your drinks on his tab, with a secretive chuckle. You didn't know it then, but Boba was the owner of the bar. And you also weren't expecting for that one time thing to turn into you taking him home a year later on spring break to meet your parents. You were nervous at how your parents would react to the age difference, but things had gone over well, and Boba quickly won over both of your parents much to your glee.

But Boba was devious, and you shouldn't have expected more. So when the two of you had down time you found yourself sitting on your bed between his legs leaning against his chest while watching a movie on your laptop, as you parents sat doing the same, just a wall away.

When you felt Boba's hands wandering, you didn't think much of it at first, but then you felt his touches increasingly become more and more sure in their paths and his lips grazing your neck and up to your ear. Giving out a small whine when he brushes over your breast and gave it a squeeze he whispers huskilu in your ear, "Lets test how quiet you can be little one. Let's see if I can make you cum without your parents catching on, hmmm? How does that sound princess?"

Whinpering quietly as Boba presses his hand against you through both you panties and sweat pants, you bucked your hips up giving him the confirmation he wanted. Boba wasted no time at all in diving his hand underneath both you underwear and sweats and going straight for the spot he knows makes you scream with his thick fingers. It took everything in you not to shout at the immediate pleasure he thrust upon you and you could do nothing to cover up the gasp you released when he dug his palm into your clit making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Oh little one, you better be quiet or someone is going to realize what I am doing to you," he chuckles as he kisses your neck and just continues with his absolute torturous onslaught of pleasure. Biting your lip you throw your head back onto his shoulder as your orgasm starts approaching you quickly and you whimper out his name softly before biting your lip.

Boba just shoves his spare hand up your shirt and into your bra to play with your breast as he starts to slam his fingers into that spot hard, over and over and over ond over, until you can't tell which way is up and which way is down. You grip his forearm and start bucking your hips up into his hand making your clit rub against his palm even more, and before you know it your orgasm is washing over you as Boba continues to press you through it.

When you finally come down from the height of pleasure Boba thrust you into, you found him lacking his fingers clean with a groan, saying, "Such a good girl for me princess. For being so quiet and good, tonight I will reward you with my cock."

Merman!Din Djarin x Reader

Okay, @moodsworks you did this to me with the perfect and cute Merman!Din drawing you posted because I cant stop thinking about it. (Also im tagging you because I thought you may like to read it 🥺👉👈) oh and I don't know the first thing that comes to lighthouses and upkeep so don't come for me lol....

Living in and working the lighthouse could be lonely at times, but you enjoyed the solitude and privacy that came with living at least 45 minutes from the closest town. Not that the people of said town were in anyway rude to you, infact when you first moved into your job as lighthouse keeper they had welcomed you with open arms and thanked you for filling the position. Many of the women in town had husbands that worked on boats that sailed and fished in the area and when you came to town they always made sure you had everything you needed at a very large discount that you fought everytime, but was secretly thankful for considering your pay wasn't exactly the best and mainly went towards other needs you had for the lighthouse.

You took two monthly trips to town, and both times you would leave early enough that you could go and have a warm breakfast at the small diner just on the edge of town. Every time you walked through the doors you were always met with the largest table in the building-- which honestly only sat 10 to 12 people -- full of the older couples in town having coffee and gossiping about the town. The first morning you had stumbled into the small restaurant at this early time they had invited you to join them and you had kindly accepted. They all had pitched in to pay for your food which you thanked them profusely for, and they chatted with you as you ate. They each took turns being nosey and asking questions about you, but you didn't feel the need to hide so you answered each question honestly. Then, one of the eldest women at the table turned to you and asked, "Have you heard the rumors or tales of that lighthouse, darling?"

When you only shook your head she grinned and continued, "Well, the legend here in town is that the place is haunted by sea creatures of the nefarious kind. They say that those beasts constantly sabotage and wreak havoc constantly on that lighthouse, and that they are the reason no keepers stay at that post for longer than a year."

You had only smiled and shook your head in response with a small chuckle, quickly dismissing the superstitions away. You had already been there a month and nothing odd other than thick fogs had happened.

You had been there three months by the time you started hearing the odd splashes at night, splashes that certainly didn't sound like the waves crashing on rocks. You had dismissed it again thinking it to be the migrating whales that you were told come through this time of year.

It would only be a few weeks later that your next curiosity would happen. This time you were up looking out the windows at the very top of the lighthouse watching as the sun was setting. You had just turned to leave, when out of the corner of your eye you saw a large figure jump from the water. Whipping your head around the creature had already disappeared back into the water. You waited and watched the water for a few minutes, confused  and curious because whatever it had been had been too small for a whale. It was more of the size and shape of a dolphin, though longer than one? When nothing appeared again you shook your head and went down into the lighthouse just assuming the solitude was playing tricks on your mind.

By the time the next oddity started happening you had completely forgotten about the other two, and almost three months had passed. This time it sounded as if rocks were being thrown that the lighthouse at night, and hard. The next morning when you had gone to investigate you had been shocked and angered when you found softball sized rocks scattered around and the red paint chipped and ruined along the side of the lighthouse base. You had marched inside and searched for the paint in order to fix the damage and made plans to go to the town tomorrow and ask about, assuming it was just rebellious teenagers. It took all day to find and paint over the spots, while stopping for water breaks because of the heat that was beating down onto you. When you finally went to bed that night you were satisfied with your handiwork and ready to hit the hay, expecting to be up early in the morning for a trip to town. Only you were woken up later, much later, by the sound of rocks being flung at the lighthouse again. Angered, you checked the time, seeing it was 3 am, before running outside to catch the culprit red handed, only to make short eye contact with what you swore was a human head that had quickly disappeared under the water just as quickly as you had spotted it. In a daze you had walked back into the building trying to wrap your head around what you had seen. The next morning you had gone to town, and just brushed off what you had seen the night before as just a dream. You had gotten up later than you had wanted, so when you made your trip to town you had completely skipped the diner and headed straight to the farmers market that you knew was open on the town square. You had purchased a few items and stuck them in the large bag you carried, and was walking away from a stall when you ran into the elderly woman again. She had smiled and asked to walk with you and you had tiredly agreed. She had completely shocked you when she spoke up as the two of you were at a stall looking through some homemade breads.

"The incidents have started, haven't they? The odd noises and little damages around the place? I can tell by just how tired you look darling." Speechless you had only gaped at her, shocked when she looked up and smiled at you before laughing and saying, "Oh hun, you can't live as long as I have here without picking up a thing or two. And since I like you, I'll give you a small tip, leaving lobster and clams out on the rocks always seem to calm the creature down, but never leave oysters, they do NOT like those," she finished with a chuckle. The two of walked in silence to the next couple of stalls and on the last one, which coincidentally was the fish stall, the woman paid for your items with a mischievous smile when she noticed that your items included several clams and a singular lobster.

That evening you left the lobster on the large flat rock that hung over into the water, before going inside to do your chores before bed. For the first night in a couple of days, you slept completely through the night and woke up fully rested early the next morning. When you had done a survey of the water looking for anything unusual you had noticed the lobster was still there, but it was only the shell which was ripped to pieces.

After that night, you started continuously leave some kind of offering out on the rocks for whatever creature had been troubling you, and it seemed to work whatever creature had been bothering you before had seemed to be sated with your offerings.

This went on for months, and before you knew it the weather was turning colder and the that meant snow storms and more late nights watching for ships. You didn't mind it at first, and honestly it just peaked your curiosity thinking you might catch the culprit you had been leaving offerings for. But as the nights went on you found that whatever it was knew when you were watching and only came for the offerings when you left your post for quick breaks, like going to the bathroom or refilling your mug with your hot drink of the night. 

Then one night you were shocked out of the slight doze you had fallen into by a shout. Panicked you stood when you heard the deep voice again and looked around to see where the sounds was coming from, and that is when you spotted a dark figure out on the flat rock holding something small in his arms. Hurriedly you rushed down the stairs and grabbed your lamp before rushing out to the rock where the figure was shouting. You still look back and wonder how you didn't slip and crack your head with how fast you ran out there, let alone how you ran out there without thinking of the dangers. But in the moment you could only register the helplessness that sounded in the deep voice that kept shouting until you came into sight. You had only taken a second to be taken aback by the man...merman? You couldn't see all of him but from the quick, and confusing, glance you took of him showed his curling wet deep brown hair and eyes and scales shimmering in a steely silver color. But you didn't focus on him long when you notice the small green shape curled in his lap, the small creature clearly injured and it broke your heart when it let out a pained whimper as it lifted its tiny head to look at you. You were broken from the tiny creatures gaze by the man speaking up, "He's injured, can you help?"

You only took a second to take in the way his eyes shined in the lamp light, before you took a step closer you watched the man tense and wrap his arm around the small injured creature defensively, so you cautiously raised a hand and said soothingly, "Please, I do want to help, but I need to get closer to get a better look him..." You waited for the man to relax a little before you took another step forward, and then another and you slowly approached him before kneeling before him and holding your hands out asking, "May I?"

Reluctantly he pulled his arms away and you reached forward. It didn't take long to find the deep gash along his tiny arm. Carefully you looked up at the man, who was staring at you closely watching your every move. Taking a deep breath you looked him in the eye said said, "I can help him, I have first aid training enough to fix injuries like this......." then you trailed off knowing he would not like what you would say next. Then you watched his eyes narrow and study you as he asked, "But?"

Gulping, you sigh and respond, "But I need to take him to the lighthouse where all my supplies are and where it is light enough that I can see what I am doing.... Also for an injury like this, I will need to watch him for at least a week, just to make sure everything heals right."

The man watched you for a few seconds, before slowly saying, "But you can help him?" When you nod in response he carefully hands the small creature to you and as you stand and go to grab your lamp, you turn to him and ask a question, only to find him struggling to pull himself onto the rock completely to, you can only assume, follow you.

"What in the world are you doing?!"

"Where ever I go he goes, and where ever he goes, I go," he grunted out as he strained and pulled his long body to follow you. Sighing in exasperation as well as concern, you blurted out, "Listen, let me go get him situated and stabilized. Then I can come by with my car so you aren't dragging yourself, and most likely injuring yourself." He was hesitant, but he agreed after glancing at the small being in your arms. So after throwing him a quick, I'll be right back, you rushed back to the lighthouse.

Once inside you gently laid the small injured creature softly on the kitchen towels that you had folded earlier and had not put away. Then you ran to grab the large red first aid box from under the bed before returning. Inside you quickly grabbed everything you needed and quickly set to work. You worked quickly and carefully, and it felt like no time before you had the wound sutured back together. Not wanting to leave what you could only assume to be a sleeping, injured infant on the counter you reached over to your sink and filled it with warm water and added sea salt, before carefully lowering the child into the water. Once you confirmed that the young creature was okay and peacefully asleep you ran to your car and drove it as close to the rock as possible, only to find the merman clenching his jaw and dragging himself along the small pathway. When you jumped out of the car you leant down to help him while chastising him.

"I told you to wait, what would you have done if you injured yourself?"

"You took too long."

Hearing the finality in his voice, and also the concern, you let it go and quietly helped pull him into the back of your car.

Once again back at the lighthouse, you told him to wait while you went and got something. When you returned you had a large blanket, which you laid on the ground and told him to lay on, because it you make it easier to pull him inside. Grunting he did as told, and while it took you awhile to pull his weight, once you were on the slick floors of the lighthouse, you were able to get him to the kitchen in no time to show him...his child?

You let them be for a second ad you put the blanket away, but as you watched the man's face calm down after seeing g with his own eyes that the young child was safe and taken care of. When he heard you reenter the kitchen he slumped to the floor and whisper, "Thank you, we had no where else to go, and you have always treated us kindly so you were the only one I could think of to help."

"It was nothing, I am glad I could help. But... what do you mean by kind to you? This is the first time we have met?"

He then looked you in the eye and said, "But you leave us food, even after he wrecked the red flakes on your home."

"Well I feel bad now, because I was only leaving a little food out there. There us no way it is enough for both of you!"

"It has always been enough for Grogu, and that is all I can ask for."

"Wait, are you hungry? I have tones of clams if you are, and from the looks of it, Grogu?" you ask hesitantly only for him to nod, "will be asleep for awhile, if you would like to eat and rest?"

He sits there for a minute before saying, "It has been a long day...."

Smiling, you go to the fridge and pull out a large bowl of clams that you sit next to him before taking a seat across from him on the floor.

" If those aren't enough, I have more in the freezer that I can thaw out for you?"

He shook his head and replied, "This is plenty, thank you."

You sat in silence as he broke open and ate his food for a few minutes before you spoke up again, "Sorry to interrupt your meal, but I know what to call your little one, but do you have a name you would like me to call you?"

You watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, and then he looked you in the eye and said, "My name is Din....but I must ask you to only use it when we are alone."

Nodding you smiled and waited for him to finish eating, but once he got halfway through the bowl your brain finally caught up to the confession he had given earlier.

"Wait a second. Grogu? That small little creature? HE through those stones at my lighthouse?! How?!"

[melancholyblues0]

𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 : 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒

brian may x reader series

warnings : swearing, that’s it rlly tbhh

a/n : so i was planning on posting last week but i got completely caught up in my new job lol so im only just posting now !! so sorry about the wait. ive already started the next chapter, and i was planning on spice but we’re going for a plot twist instead 🤨 the smut is definitely coming i promisee, im tryna build up the courage bc smut isnt my strong suit but im practising (that sounded a bit odd but you get what i meann). so. voilá :)

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y/n groaned, rubbing her head as she sat up in bed. her pager lit up beside her, grabbing her attention. she scrambled over to read the notification she'd been sent - from brian. she immedietly smiled as she swiped the hair from her eyes, as she reached for her phone to ring him.

"y/n ! hi - i need to ask you a favour. anita is going away for the weekend with the women, and i'm supposed to be at the studio with the guys. it would be absolutely amazing if you would be able to babysit the girls tonight for me ? jimmy is completely unreliable and i can't leave them by themselves."

you'd completely forgotten about the 'women's trip". you'd managed to uninvite yourself, claiming you had homework due in. this would be the perfect opportunity to spend some more time with brian. granted, he would be out tonight, but you had all of saturday, and if you were lucky, at least until sunday evening with him. you quickly checked the time - it was almost eleven am, meaning the ladies had most definitely already left for the holiday home down south.

"hey, of course i'm free tonight. you're lucky i'd spun a lie to get out of that godforesaken trip." you laughed, hearing him chuckle also down the line. "i must be a very lucky man. the girls are already at school, and i'm at the studio just now. i've left a key in the flower basket near the door, just let yourself in at any time. i should have enough time to pick them up later, but i won't be able to stop for long. they really want this bloody album finished soon." he sighed. y/n chuckled, before letting him know she'd head over soon. "will you be back tonight ?" you asked, hoping he would. "yes, definitely late. you're more than welcome to crash at mine. i know you're only over the road, but i worry about the girls." he replied scratching his forehead as he leant against the doorway. you smiled; it was nice to see that he genuinely cared for his daughters' safety, unlike your father. "of course. just let me know when you're way and such." you replied, beginning to get out of bed. you both said your goodbyes, and hung up.

- - -

after slipping on a pair of shorts and a jumper far too large for you, you packed a small overnight bag and wrote a note for xavier, telling him where everything was. knowing your father, he wasn't exactly reliable, and whether he would actually come home was a mystery. you and xavier had bets on who he was cheating on your mother with - his secretary, or florence. you personally were betting on florence. you'd seen the looks they gave each other at gatherings, and how the so often ended up being absent at the same time. you didn't really care, but you also didn't blame him if he was. your mother was an absolute nightmare, and an absolute bitch to everyone (to put it lightly). you walked over to brian's place, and opened the door after finding the key amongst the dirt, and stepped inside. it was almost exactly the same as yours, but seemed bigger almost. it could've been the open planned ground floor, though. you set your bag next to the sofa, and sat down, and making yourself comfortable. you glanced over at the array of women's magazines sprawled on the coffee table - obviously anita's doing. there was something about her entitlement that annoyed you. the little side glances and once overs she'd give you when you went within a five mile radius of her husband. that day at the country club seemed like almost a trick, a game. after he'd defended you from mark. he wouldn't have done the same for her; not for the past five years anyway. they'd drifted long before you'd been in the picture, if you were even in the picture in the first place. to most, you were just the innocent but rebellious neighbour, simply doing a favour for brian. but to anita, you were a home wrecking, conniving little bitch who needed putting in her place. you were just a naive little girl to her, trying to take something that wasn't yours, not even to look at. you'd gotten bored quite quickly thinking about anita, and what she so clearly thought of you. you got up to look around the house; the kitchen, the girls' rooms, the toilets, and brian's room. you smiled as you saw a small section of the wall covered in polaroids. you looked closer, and realised it was every city he'd visited while on tour, all the way back to their first ever tour. you smiled - he looked so happy, and so young. he wouldn't have been much older than you in some of the pictures from the early 70's.

you left the room quickly, not wanting to seem weird if he turned up with the girls and found you looking around his bedroom. it was almost four, and realised that the girls would be back any minute. you heard the door open, and louise and emily walked in, brian not far behind them. "dad, i don't need a baysitter. i'm fifteen-"

"only just, lou. it's just one night. just think of it as extra company."he laughed, before catching your eye. "nice to see you, y/n," he smiled, before walking over to the kitchen. "and yourself. how's recording going ?" you asked, although by the look of brian's face, it wasn't going well. "don't ask. freddie and roger both have a stick up their arses today, and keep biting each other's heads off. we're no where nearer to finishing the album than we were two weeks ago," he groaned, setting the glass of water on the table before sitting next to you. "sounds rough. i'm here all night, so take as long as you want. you're more than welcome to go for a cheeky pint before you come home, if you want."you smiled, nudging his shoulder. he shook his head, laughing good heartedly. he explained the girls' usual routines, and also added that louise would be fine, she's just being a 'teenager' as he'd put it. you'd gotten on well with lou at the party last week - you were sure she'd be fine. "i'll try and get home when i can, but i'll give you a ring when i'm on my way." he smiled, kissing your temple. you blushed furiously, smiling to hide your panic. he headed out, leaving you with the girls. you thought of calling your mother - you never did, but she usually had some good gossip on these trips. you had a good half hour before the girls would be back downstairs, so you dialled her number and waited for her to answer.

[deobitchxx]

Hi! Can I request for you to write a hyunjae one - I went out at 12am to buy snacks and he was worried. (Im a noona btw) Thanks so much!

[ 17:26 // 02.09.2020 // R.FLUFF ] “I missed you, a lot.” Hovering his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer to his body and leaned his chin on your shoulder. A small giggle found its way to escape from your lips, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and tightened the hug. “I missed you even more.” Hyunjae shook his head as a no, “It’s impossible because I missed you more than you did.” “Let’s not start this, alright?” The latter gave you a small nod and responded with a hum, before both of you stayed like that for a while. You wanted it to be longer but something kicked in, as you winced in pain, making the younger one furrowed his eyebrows and immediately let you off from the embrace, holding your shoulders and facing you with a worried expression dominated his face. “Are you okay?” Hyunjae asked in the softest tone as you tried to reassure him with a fixed expression. “I’m sure I’ll be okay, I just got a stomach ache thingy.” 

You looked up to face the taller one, as you smiled and leaned to place a quick kiss on his lips. “I’m fine, I’m sure this will get off sooner.” You rubbed your tummy inside your shirt but the latter wasn’t buying your words. The grips on your shoulder tightened, earning a raised eyebrow from you. “Wait.. Hold on.” Hyunjae took out his phone from his pocket, immediately clicking to an application. He didn’t encourage himself to put his phone on lock whenever you’re around to gain more trust from you, but he sure has to lock them when he’s on his idol mode again. Sigh, dating an idol sure is an exhausting and challenging thing. However, you didn’t mind the fact that he’s an idol-- It was his dream at all since he was a kid. You stood next to him, tip-toeing to have the same eye-level with the latter in order to have a peak over his phone. There, you saw him clicking into an application that happened to be a must for every female. It was an application where you can keep on track with your period.

“Why do you have that?” You asked the latter, not having any single clue why he has such things in his phone. What if his fans managed to steal or hack into his phone? It’ll stir another controversy and the least you wanna witness is seeing him apologising for something he shouldn’t have to. “I only am able to see you once or twice in a month, I have to keep in track with your periods so I can be mentally prepared with your commands and mood swings.” He confessed, clicking on the calendar icon before releasing a sigh, “It’s almost time, I’m sure it’s the period pain you’re facing.” He shoved his phone into the pocket, turning his whole body to face you with all of his attention. “Do you need anything? Sweets? Chocolates? Pizzas?” A totally pleasing expression took over your whole face, “I’m alright, my love.” Your hands rested on his both cheeks before pulling him down to match his eyes with yours. “Just be next to me, and I’ll be alright. Unless you wanna see me throwing a tantrum.” Hyunjae tittered, covering your small hands that were on his cheeks with his huge hands, clasping your hands together and left a kiss on them while staring into your eyes, “I love you.”

It was almost 12am, there darkness and cold air surrounding you should’ve brought you to your dreamland-- Instead, you were gazing into empty spaces while your mind playing a medley of all the snacks you wanted to have at the moment. You turned to your side, the taller man already went to his dreamland. You didn’t remember when was the last time you stayed up late with Hyunjae, as he has always been sleeping around 8pm or 9pm whenever he’s staying at your place. You can’t blame him though, you saw how hardworking he was on the television, and even behind the scenes. The least you could do is lay next to him and accompany him to sleep. However, tonight is an exception. Your stomach already called you multiple times, asking you to feed them with various snacks. Trying not to make a sound, you put the huge arm that was wrapped around your waist away, leaving the room in the quietest and quickest way after grabbing your wallet and jacket. 

The smile on your face can’t spread any further, as you just bought a plastic full of different snacks, chocolates and even ice creams from the convenience store. It was located 5 blocks away from your apartment. You knew you shouldn’t sneak away just to buy them in this late night where possible crimes could happen anytime, but you didn’t have the intention to wake the tired Hyunjae up. You didn’t want to burden him more. You wanted to be independent as you’ve always been-- or probably ‘have been’ before you met Hyunjae. It was not like you kept depending on him, but he has been taking care of you so much that you have no choice but to rely on him. He was younger than you physically, he didn’t want to look like a little kid in-front of you. He wanted to be the man that you needed the most in your life. The man that you can depend on for the rest of your life. As you hummed into your favourite song, you decided to take a short break outside of the store and sat on the empty chair. It was midnight, but you still can see some cars or people passing by the street. 

“Oh shit, I forgot to bring my phone.” You cursed under your breath, placing the plastic on the table before taking out an ice cream. Slicing off the cover, you began to lick your ice cream underneath the street light. You looked around the surrounding as you witnessed a lot of scenes that you didn’t know you could see in such hours. There was a drunk old man who tried to walk straight, but still got the urge to drink another bottle that he was holding in his right hand. There was also a group of rebellious teenagers that probably just finished their karaoke session and there was even a couple trying to make out in between the stores. “Huh, must be so nice to be young.” You released a deep sigh and finished your ice cream after a few minutes. Grabbing the plastic again, you decided to go back to the apartment. As soon as your feet landed on the floor, a familiar figure appeared in-front of you. “Why are y-” “What are you doing!” You were taken back with his sudden stern voice. You examined him from up to down, seeing Hyunjae only in his pajamas and slippers, he didn’t even try to cover himself up with a mask nor cap. “Why didn’t you tell me that you’re coming here?” He asked after seeing the plastic that you were holding and the store behind you. 

“I didn’t want to wake you up.. You seem tired. It would be a selfish side of mine if I asked you to buy me these.” Before you could say any other words, he cut you off as he pulled you into the tightest hug ever. “Please. Don’t go out during midnights alone. It’s dangerous. Why didn’t you bring your phone along? I thought something happened to you.” The uneven breath from him became more obvious when you got closer to his chest. “If something ever happened to you, I’ll never forgive myself for failing to protect you.” He added, as you can feel the arms around your body tightened too. Both of you stayed like that for a while before you broke the embrace, pulling him slightly, “Why didn’t you wear your mask and cap? You might get exposed to the paparazzis.” You took off your jacket, trying to cover him up with it but he stopped you by holding your arms, “I don’t care if I get exposed, as long as you’re fine in my eyes.” You can’t help but to leave a chuckle that sounded like a schoolgirl, leading him to chuckle along. “Promise to me that you won’t do this again in the future.” You nodded and locked your pinky finger with his, “I won’t, and I’m sorry for making you worried.” 

[agentbarton12]

Old People Teenager Watchers

A/N: gonna be completely honest and tell you that i forgot i hadnt finished posting this. like, its been done and ive writen it but i completely fogot i had to post it. anyway, here you go!

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6

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the invitation — 6

Teenagers, in Tony's opinion, are the strangest breed of people. He’s pretty sure when he hired one, he was not hiring their mood swings, rebellious tendencies and relationship problems as well, but, it seems “you can’t get one without the other” or something dumb like that.

Tony liked to believe that over the last three odd years, he had gotten better at handling teenagers, but apparently not.

Truly, he was too old for this. He needed to fill in his formal Teenage Babysitter Resignation forms and hand them in to the board of Old People Teenager Watchers (“Parents, Tones. They’re called parents.”).

When Steve told Tony what that idiot Peter was thinking of doing, Tony's knee-jerk reaction was to say no. But then he thought about it and sighed.

A heavy sigh.

Not because he was worried, or because he thought it was a bad idea, no, Tony was apprehensive because it would work. Like, it really would. And Tony knew that the only way it would, was if he helped.

And then he sighed again.

Despite this, Tony agreed to help because he thought he should. He thought Peter was on to something and he really needed a reason not to be mad at him anymore. Nearly everyone had gotten over Peter’s idiocy, if only because MJ did, and had moved past it. Tony tried to, but he couldn’t because Peter kept looking at MJ like the sun and the moon shone out of her eyes.

It was disgusting.

And endearing.

But mainly the first one.

The only problem with this staring was that Peter seemed unaware he was doing it. He had convinced himself that he liked Gwen and not MJ and now, refused to admit that he was being dumb.

Okay, okay, he used to refuse to admit that he was being dumb.

Because this was the whole reason of the plan. After an eye-opening conversation with literally ever woman in Peter’s life (Pepper, May, Nat, Wanda, Laura, Shuri, Hope, Jane, Darcy, Carol, Valkyrie, Okoye, Christine, hell, even those Guardians touched down on Earth for a while to give him advice), he spoke with Gwen who, surprisingly wasn’t upset at all. No, no, she was not. In fact, she came up with most of the logistics of the plan. Tony actually took a liking to her eventually. After he got past the fact that Peter claimed to like her, she turned out to be a really nice girl, and if MJ didn’t exist, he wouldn’t mind Peter dating her.

But, MJ did exist and now Tony had been tasked with the impossible feat of getting MJ to the tower. It was impossible because no one — not even Pepper on a bad day — could get her to do something she didn’t want to do. And since it was seven o’clock on a Thursday night, Tony knew she wouldn’t want to leave her bed.

Emmjaaay

Emmmjaaayyy, hurry up and get to the tower!

It’s an emergency!

Ned’s in trouble!! Come nowww!!!ii

Emmjaay

[video attached] he looks fine to me

TonyMan

Uhh...

Emmjaaay

also you text like a child

also also im curious as to why youd lie to get me out of bed on a thursday, so ill be there

tell the babysitter to pick me up

TonyMan

Auto-correct, MJ.

Please.

The video was a screen recording of a Snapchat Story Ned posted. It showed him, Sam and Thor sitting on pool chairs with sunglasses on, and the caption was literally, Living the trouble-free life.

Tony really needed to make sure he and Ned were on the same page before he did something.

He was surprised when MJ agreed to come over, but decided not to think too much about it and sent Happy to pick her up. He complied, grumpily, but complied nonetheless.

He told everyone of the success of his mission, but instead of being greeted with thankful hearts, everyone started running around trying to get everything in order, which just confused Tony because as far as he was concerned, the plan was just get MJ to the Tower so Peter could do whatever it was he was going to do. There was literally no reason for everyone to act like they were planning a wedding.

When MJ arrived, Peter took her up to the roof and everybody, like, everybody ran up to the common room and asked FRIDAY for the security footage on the roof with sound.

The Avengers and Avengers Children sat around and on the couch for a clear view of the holographic screen that was being projected up. They could see them standing on the roof. MJ, once again, was not wearing her own clothes and had put on a sweater she stole from Bruce and basketball shorts that could’ve either been Sam’s, Peter’s or Thor's. Her back was to Peter and Tony could feel how much he wanted to reach out and hug her.

“So, did you bring me out here to murder me or for the view?” MJ asked not turning back to look at Peter.

“Uh, yeah, it’s a killer view,” he responded, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

She turned to him slightly. “That was so achingly lame, my dad turned over groaning in his grave.”

He chuckled nervously. “Peter Parker: Dad Joke Extraordinaire,” he tipped an imaginary hat.

She held his gaze for a few seconds, before looking away. “Idiot.” Peter just smiled at her back and looked at for far longer than what was deemed ’friendly’.

“Oh, god,” Sam groaned.

“This is gonna take way longer if he keeps doing that,” Bucky muttered, rubbing his beard in frustration.

They stopped their mutterings when Peter spoke. “I am. An idiot. I am an idiot.” MJ gave him the slightest of gazes, before training her eyes on the skyline in front of her. “A huge one,” he went on, “for not telling you I love you too.”

The eyes of the Avengers widened and Thor choked on his Pop Tart. Tony remembered that they never really got an explanation for MJ's behavior all those weeks ago and this is the first time they’re hearing this.

“I'm sorry, but when did MJ tell him that she loves him? How did I miss this? Why did no one tell me this?” Wanda was rambling at this point and no one shushed her because she was voicing their thoughts. As if she had a revelation, she gasped and said, “Was it that night MJ — ?”

“ — Shh!” Natasha said, as MJ started speaking.

“Yeah, you did. Remember, when you then proceeded to ask Gwen out?” Peter gulped at the memory.

“Excuse me, what?” Steve asked the screen. The common room erupted in noise as everyone started yelling about how they needed to know things like these. Tony looked over at Gwen who was sitting on the floor and saw Ned put a reassuring arm on her shoulders.

Peter took a breath. “That’s what makes me an idiot. I should’ve told you before. Like, two-years-ago before. Because I’ve loved you for, like, ever, but me, being the idiot I am, didn’t realise it.

“I knew I liked you, but when Gwen came and I liked her, I thought that meant I liked her more, I guess. But, that night outside my room, I fell in love with you all over again, because you continued to put what you thought was what I wanted as your top priority. Even if it was hurting you.” Peter took a breath. The whole common room was on the edge of their seats and Tony was pretty sure that Bucky had gotten FRIDAY to Skype it to Wakanda where Shuri and her brother were no doubt watching.

“The past few weeks have sucked so much because I realised just how much I adored you. Like, sometimes it gets physically painful to breathe whenever I think about you and Tony has told me so many times how disgusting it is when I look at you like you’re the only person in the world. And I’m trying, MJ, but, honestly, I still haven’t figured out how sit across from you and not be madly in love you with everything you do.

“This is more an apology than anything else, because I hurt you and I was an idiot and you deserve better than that.”

“…I taught him that,” Sam said after a moment or two of utter silence in the common room.

“Shut. Up,” Clint said hitting him in the head.

“If that is true, Son of Wil, you did a mighty excellent job at teaching the Man of Spiders how to woo the ladies,” Thor said.

MJ looked at him for the first since his speech. “Now what?” Peter looked stunned. “I’m not about to jump into your arms because you said all that, because that’s some dumb, cliché romcom BS and I ain’t about that.”

“Yes, girl!” Shuri yelled from the other end of the call.

“And you hurt me. Like, a lot. Like, I was pretty sure that at some point, Scott was gonna kill you. But, I’m not going to stand here and say that I don’t love you either, because I’m not a liar. I do love you. But, I hate you too. So, this…thing, it’s moving at my pace, how I say it will, got that?”

Peter nodded mutely, a large grin slowly gracing his features. “You see all that cute poetry junk you just spewed a moment ago? Yeah, you should stop that. I might actually end up liking you.”

Peter grinned evilly. “Oh? So I probably shouldn’t tell you that you’re the last thing I think of before I close my eyes?”

“Smooth,” Clint said, nodding slightly. Thor silently gave Sam a fist bump.

MJ's eyes crinkled and her mouth twitched ever so slightly, an almost smile. “No,” she said, “you shouldn’t 'cause that’s just creepy.”

“I love you,” Peter said breathlessly.

“It’s like you want me to break up with you.”

Peter shrugged. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. “I love you,” he said again with her face inches away from his.

“Stop.”

He shook his head. “Nope. You know why? Because I do. I love you.” He looked her in the eye before turning away and yelling into the night, “I love Michelle Jones!”

She punched him in the arm. “Don’t make me regret hugging you.”

“But you’re not — ”

He was silenced by her crashing into him and he stood stunned for less than a second, before he wrapped his arms around her and he settled his head in the crook of her neck due to the height difference.

“YES!” the common room erupted into cheers as everyone, everyone stood up in excitement. Scott called Hope and told her everything. Clint, followed his lead and phoned Laura to update her on the newest development. Hugs were given and tears were shed.

They all decided to stick around just in case something…interesting happened and so they remained in the common room.

Tony thought he’d hang onto his position in the Old People Teenager Watchers Committee just a little longer.

“How long do you think they’re gonna stay in the common room watching us before they realise that we’re trolling them and aren’t planning on leaving until they do?” MJ asked Peter as they remained hugging on the roof.

“Dunno. They like snooping. Probably waiting for us to kiss or something.”

MJ stayed silent. Then, “We should have sex. Give them something to watch, y'know?”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Wh-What?”

Tony jumped up and told FRIDAY to connect him to the roof speakers. “You two get off that roof right now, or so help me I will ban you from looking at each other. Get down. Now.”

The last thing he heard from the two was MJ's cackling as they got off the roof. And the cackling of his fellow teammates.

Never mind, Tony was resigning.

[prof-peach]

Hello! My Luxio recently evolved into a Luxray, and Im worried that his behaviour/needs will change greatly. Any tips or tricks to keep him happy?

Hello dear, sorry for the wait on your question, its been a busy time in the Lab as of late!Now, the good news is their behaviour shouldn't change too much, a shinx to Luxio change is drastic, but Luxio to Luxray is minor. Their personality if anything, calms down. Call the Luxio form the rebellious teenager of the three if you will.You may see a spike in sudden aggression, tendencies that lean towards their protective nature, and loyal personality traits. If nothing threatens their family, they tend to remain calm.Of course allow them to hunt live prey if possible, at least 2-3 times a week would be ideal, and feed with carnivorous pokefood between these hunts. You may find they disappear or become very restless on stormy nights, they will chase storms at their final evolution, and if possible should be allowed to, being struck by lightening is a sure fire way to maintain powerful attacks, and resilience to their own high voltage battle tactics. Without this exposure you may find your pokemon is unable to tolerate its own power in battles. It is very possible to acquire electrical burns despite them being an electric type.Otherwise i’d say brush them as often as you can, it not only bonds you together better, but keeps them in a good mood. There oddly prideful pokemon and like to look their best.Enrichment of toys will be obsolete now, they tend to grow out of them, but keep some around, balls, cuddly toys, whatever they prefer, you'll find its less common but they will play. Their joy will now stem from the thrill of the hunt, so let them run, chase, and do their natural thing, within a safe limit for any farms or local households. Best to take them to a forest a bit away from any residential spaces.I hope this helps you cope with your new evolution, they can be a handful but very loyal, and it sounds like you tow have been together for a while now. They will not change for the worse without a very good reason, be it trauma or damage. There still the pokemon you know and love from before.You’re rather lucky, the Shinx line is one of the few electrical pokemon i deal with quite often, i’m usually not very knowledgable with the group.

[writebythenight]

The Silence

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: Rose(OC) is assigned the job of talking to Negan in his Cell.

"We deserve to live in peace. Negan and the saviours tried to take that away from us. Alexandria and the hilltop, The Kingdom and Oceanside came together to fight for a better future. We won. Not without painful loses and today we try to heal, to forgive... now the work really begins. The new worlds begins." -Rick Grimes.

Chapter Ten

"Im not dying for a fucking canoe!" Rose grumbled at Daryl who was stood across from her holding the other end. She received one of his very rare laughs as he shook his hair out of his face.

"I won't let ya die." He assured her. "C'mon."

"If this glass goes theres not a whole lot you could do." She shrugged gesturing to the glass floor they were stood on, too many walkers to count milling around on the floor below just waiting for dinner. Of course the museum they went on a run to had a glass floor, it just went with the rest of her awful day which had started with stubbing her toe. Sure in the grand scheme of things that seems rather minuscule but straight after that she had a very moody Negan telling her they were going on a "useless run" and then continuing to act like a child and tell the woman she "must have a god damned death wish" until she left. What annoyed her the most about that was the fact that he had a habit of being right about these things. More recently Rose had Maggie completely ignore her and give nothing but dirty looks since she found out what Rick had asked her to do. Then there had been the single worst walker she had ever seen, the decayed body of a man with spiders crawling out of his face. It had been a long time since she had run away from a walker but it was more the spider she ran away from, causing the surrounding people to laugh hysterically at her. Rose wasn't as amused and still felt like the bastards were crawling on her.

So by this point she was just in a shitty mood and after the glass had already started to crack... here they still were, asking for trouble. Walking as slow and steady as she could, keeping to the metal beams she held her breath until they were on solid ground. As she got to it she felt Rick's grip on her arm, pulling her back and helping to lift as he watched the glass part of the floor with panic.

"It's goin' down!" He shouted and Daryl dived into the solid ground beside Rose as they watched the floor fall from beneath Ezekiel.

Organised chaos began as it always did when one of the group was in danger. Rose getting behind Rick to help him hold the rope praying it wouldn't be cut by the sharp edges of the hole he had gone through.

Daryl stood as selfless as ever by the edge ready to shoot any walkers who might get too close as Carol put something down for Ezekiel to be able to grab on to. All Rose could concentrate on was the feel of the rope cutting at her palms and the anger that they couldn't have just left with the fucking seeds and not risked anybody's life. Rose used this to keep pulling until the man who named himself a King had pulled himself to safety and was wrapped in the arms of the woman he loved.

Watching them made her chest ache with the loneliness that she just kept buried, knowing it wasn't important these days. She missed someone needing her.

Rick had collapsed onto the floor from the strain of taking so much weight which Rose thought was very "Rick" of him.

"Hope your fuckin' seeds are worth it." Rose sighed earning quite a few annoyed looks.

"Don't forget about the canoe." Daryl added breathlessly making her snigger quietly to herself.

Rose loved riding. Something she couldn't say around Negan but none the less true. It was one of the many hobbies she tried out as a child and the only one she had enjoyed, it was one of the parts of this world she liked. One of the parts she didn't like though was how hard it was to get from one place to another, things happened like bridges collapsing. Yet another reason she should have stayed in bed that morning.

"Rose and Gabriel, y'all can head to Alexandria from here. The rest of us can go to the sanctuary or hilltop. Stay the night and head on from there." Rick decided.

"I can come with you guys." She told him, wanting to be there in case anything happened.

"We'll be okay, Rose." He smiled gently at her. "Take care. And get home safe."

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

"I noticed how Maggie was towards you." Gabriel told Rose as they approached Alexandria.

"Oh you mean downright ignoring me then giving me the dirtiest looks I've ever received. Yeah, I noticed too." Rose sighed, well and truly over people treating her that way because she was now a villain thanks to her connection to Negan.

"How does that make you feel?" Rose snorted.

"Isn't that my line?" She asked the man.

"I suppose but whoever asks you how you are?" He asked her still facing forward with that all-knowing look on his face.

"Honestly... it makes me feel like shit. I really care about her and I did about Glenn too. I'd have swapped places with Glenn in a heartbeat so he could have seen his baby born." Rose shook her head as she looked up at the sky getting teary. It was true, nobody would have really cared if she'd been killed that night instead of Glenn.

"That's quite a statement." Gabriel told her knowing exactly what she meant as he had felt the same way for so long. "You're just as valuable as everyone else."

"You have to say that." Rose laughed. "We both know nobody would have really missed me. It'd have been sad but I wouldn't have been a real loss to anyone."

"What about Negan?" Something he said so calmly set Rose' heart racing.

"What about him?"

"Well I'm sure you'd be a real loss to him. I really admire what you're doing for him, you've really made an impression on him. I go to talk to him every now and again to offer any... religious help he may need. He doesn't want to talk about Jesus or any god at all. Just you."

"What does he say?" She asked because she wanted to know how he acted towards other people but mostly she wanted to know for herself.

"That you're an angel." Her heart squeezed and she couldn't help the tight smile on her lips. "It's okay to not hate him you know." Rose just looked over at him. "You show a kindness not many can give over so easily. Its refreshing in this world, I've always told you that." And he had. He was the first person to point out her good natured countenance.

"Thanks, Gabe." She grinned over at him. "At least I know one person won't hate me for being his friend."

"I'm just glad he has one." He smiled back.

As they approached the gates the few Alexandrians who had come back with them dispersed as did Gabriel and so Rose found herself stood near the building she knew rather well. The one that she knew he was in, sat there all alone, it was only fair she let him know she was home safe.

As she walked down into the cell she heard voices and stopped halfway down the stairs.

"You're fuckin' pathetic." It was Negan's voice in a nasty tone Rose wasn't used to.

"You're a horrible man! I don't know why Rose bothers with you!" The voice she recognised as Nora's replied. She was one of the poor souls left in charge of Negan whenever Rose had somewhere else to be.

"Well thank fuck she does. I'd have caved my own head in by now if you fucktards were my only connection to the world."

"I don't enjoy coming in here you know." Nora's voice was quiet and Rose silently willed the woman to call him something just as horrible.

"Oh come on." He sneered. "Not like you have anywhere else to be right? I'm not having that you have a hot date. I know it's slim fuckin' pickings out there but the actual librarian look ain't screamin' fuck me to no man!"

"Negan!" Rose shouted, having heard enough she had marched into the room looking furious.

"Oh shit. Now I'm in trouble." He said chuckling.

"You say sorry to Nora!"

"Exfuckin'scuse me?" He asked her stalking towards the bars.

"You heard me." She said suddenly feeling a lot less confident and waiting for him to embarrass her.

"Why the fuck would I do that? I'm just messin', right Nora?"

Nora looked over to Rose uncomfortably. "It's fine, Rose. I appreciate it but I just want to leave now."

"Nora he said awful things to you, you deserve an apology!"

She just looked at Rose as if she was crazy. "It's Negan. It's not exactly a surprise, it's how he's always been. I'm used to it by now."

The statement hit Rose so hard she lost all arguments she thought she had. He had never been like that with her so why was he so awful to everyone else, sure she knew he wasn't exactly Mr sociable but she never thought he'd be so horrible to people just trying to help. Same as her.

"I'll see you later, Rose." Nora told her on her way past, quietening her voice to say, "thank god you're back."

She only dared look at Negan once she knew Nora had gone and saw him standing there grinning at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. "How was the run, angel?"

"Why were you being so horrible to her?!" She was still furious. "There was absolutely no need."

He just shrugged looking like a rebellious teenager and all she could think about was sending Negan to his bedroom... or hers.

"Are you like that with everyone who comes in here?"

"Except my angel." He smiled.

"Why do you treat people like that? No wonder everyone thinks I'm crazy saying you're actually kinda nice!"

"You been tellin' people I'm nice?! Fuckin' don't, you'll ruin my reputation." He laughed. "I'm nice to you. No one else fuckin' deserves me to be nice."

"Oh I'm so honoured." She said sarcastically.

"You're welcome."

"Oh shut up!" She spat.

"What is it? Is it cos you're bored? You just like messin' with people as you called it?" She asked grabbing her usual chair and sitting down with a groan.

"Maybe." He shrugged. "You okay?" He looked her over and she got the same shivers she always did.

"Yeah. Fine." She grumbled.

"Ya don't sound it. C'mere and sit on Daddy's knee... tell me all about it."

Rose felt herself soften just at the tone of his voice, the bad half of the day melted away. "You're sick."

"And you're in a fuckin' bad mood. Considering you didn't shit in a bucket this morning you're already having a better day than me."

She scrunched up her nose at him. "I know. I shouldn't be moody I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise, sweetheart. We all have them days."

She just nodded not wanting to tell him why she wasn't in a great mood seeing as her circumstances were always better than his.

"C'mon. Tell me... I don't get much entertainment."

"Fine..." she sighed, leaning forward onto her knees and deciding she would leave out the fact that she had stubbed her toe she began. "So this museum. First off I'm getting so much shit for coming here talking to you everyday... like people I thought were really good friends just cutting me out and I don't get it! I mean I get why they hate you... any way then there was the most fucking awful walker." She shivered. "Spiders! One the size of my actual hand crawled out of this bastards head!"

"Ya scared of spiders?" He laughed. "You'd think you'd have outgrown irrational fears once the dead started walking."

"Yeah... well, I haven't okay so I ran away!"

"Ya ran away!" He was really laughing now, while doing his customary lean backwards but his laughter didn't make her angry.

"Yeah... and everyone laughed just like you." They had made her angry though.

"Oh I miss runs." He lowered himself onto his stool. "Sure the worlds fuckin' awful but every now and then someone would do some stupid shit and it'd be funny as hell."

"I can imagine you being in your element." She laughed.

"Tell me some more." He said watching her.

"You know when you just know something's a stupid idea?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, we apparently needed this really heavy piece of equipment so badly that we risked dragging it across a glass floor."

"Are you shittin' me?!" He said with a raised voice.

"I wish I was."

"How the fuck your group has survived this long under Ricks leadership I'll never know."

"Shut up." She rolled her eyes. "So it cracked of course." The look on Negans face was one of anger and concern, his brow creased and his mouth turned tight as he watched her. "Somebody ended up hanging there like a piñata."

"Wasn't you?"

She just shook her head. "Nobody died by some miracle but I dunno... I kinda think it was stupid to risk someone like that even after the glass had cracked."

"I agree." He nodded. "Fuck, Rose." He rasped quietly. "Every time you go out it fuckin' kills me I ain't there to look after you."

All her breath left her in a shaky gasp as her chest clenched tightly and she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Negan." She whispered. That was all she had wanted for so long, somebody to care about her so much and for her to care about them the same way. The way Rick and Michonne had each other's backs no matter what.

"I can take care of myself." She told him the same thing she had always told herself whenever she craved that connection.

"I've no doubt about that." He laughed. "But I know I'd keep you safer than any of them."

She was sat clenching and unclenching her hands were the rope had grazed her palms. "I'm fine." Rose lied.

"I know." Negan pretended not to know she was lying.

Chapter Eleven

[theriseofimagines]

HELLO I JUST WATCHED TLJ LAST NIGHT AND I HAVE TONS OF BEN SOLO FEELS!! Can I request headcanons for a romantic relationship between Ben and his best friend before he turned??? THANKS LOTS

IM GONNA SCREAM I LOV THIS

(also let’s imagine this is before he went to train with luke/before snoke had completely turned him okay? Teen!Ben,sappy and angst free! im sorry about how long this is, also it’s a bit ooc, but pre-jedi training ben hangs out with leia i feel, or at least stays on the same planet as her when she’s conducting her diplomatic business.)

he’s Ben Solo, son of the New Republic and The War Heroes and even as a teenager he’s Respectable and Serious and-

but to you he’s just Ben, a goofball with a smile like sunshine.

you were on Honisian Prime for diplomatic reasons your guardian doesn’t like to discuss.

it’s not that it’s shady, it’s they think you won’t understand; you’re just a teenager after all

so you find yourself with the other rebellious teens whose parents/guardians don’t want them home alone, but also don’t want them involved in politics

Ben’s there

Ben Solo, leader of the great rebellion of 12-Year-Olds

Ben Solo who thinks he’s hot shit and smirks like his name alone should mean something to you

from the look of him, he seemed like the type to be given an inch and take a mile

and you? he’s not sure what to make of you

it starts out rather antagonistic

he doesn’t take kindly to you poking holes in his home-made tween rebellion

“They’re twelve! You’re fifteen! What do you have to gain from it?” 

the rebellion of 12-Year-Olds disbands

He delights in fabricating the adventures of his mother, even ones that contradict other ones, even though you know better.

He doesn’t talk about his dad a lot.

You don’t ask for a long while, but when you do, his expression sours.

He’s quiet for a long time.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s just-”

It’s clear he doesn’t think highly of Han Solo.

There’s nothing hostile in his voice when he speaks to you, nothing reserved about what he’s saying.

It seems jarring when you think about it, but it’s actually been like this for a few months.

The rest of your group come and go, but you and Ben have been here for months.

“I think you might be my best friend.” 

“Oh. Sorry about that.” 

“Wh- Ben? What? Don’t apologise.” 

He’s still in his ‘Han Solo’s a dick’ mindframe and it takes him a minute to shift gears and think about what you said.

His smile is fucking blinding.

He’s such a goof sometimes.

Think of him as Your Best Friend rather than That Dick makes your heart happy.

At times it seems like the two of your against the world.

You’re the first person outside of his family that learns about him having The Force.

The (Space) Media has obviously speculated, but you never really paid attention to rumours, and more importantly he trusts you.

You asked him what he could do, but beyond that didn’t pester him with questions, which he appreciates.

Leia adores you, she thinks you’re a good influence.

She threatened to bring out baby holograms over dinner at least twice.

Ben was mortified.

“Come on, we’re leaving.” He grabs your hand and drags you to his room.

He has a projection of the sky outside on his ceiling.

You take turns pointing out systems you’ve visited; he’s been to more, but you point out the start of the Kessel Run and his face sours again.

It’s been almost six months since he really talked about Han.

You distract him by asking where he wants to go in the future.

He kisses you instead.

“I dunno. What about you?” 

Wait.

What just happened?

....

“Sorry, I should have asked.” His voice is quiet.

“You’re so lucky I love you, Ben.”

Whatever he was about to say was interrupted by another kiss.

you guys make out and fall asleep beneath the stars.

he’s not super big on pda, but is very touchy in private

surprise cheek kisses!!

when you stay at his place, you’ll usually watch a movie together, and he LOVES lying with his head on your lap

he won’t say this but he thinks it SO OFTEN you have the CUTEST smile holy shit he loves making you laugh

he’s not had any jedi training but he’s getting a hang of it

sometimes luke teleconferences in to say hi to Leia and gives Ben advice

Luke is starting a jedi school!! it’s very hush-hush but you’ve become a fixture in Leia’s house and Luke trusts her judgement

The Point Is; ben’s meditating, floating random things around his room, sometimes trying to stack them on his head, you’re watching him concentrate, you watch as a photo the two of you had taken when you were on the edge of being friends, Ben and you beside Leia and your guardian who were shaking hands.

You and Ben are looking at each other, muttering snide comments to each other which turned to the two of you roasting the photographer under your breaths. You both look like you’re struggling to stay dignified.

You didn’t know he still had that photo.

You both look so happy, so comfortable, how had you not known, even then-

“I love you.” 

All the things that had been floating fall out of the air, including a rather large book that landed on his head.

You laugh, even as you go to him to check that he’s alright. 

His eyes light up at the sound of your laughter, the sight of your smile, and when you ask how he is, he pulls you in for a kiss.

“I love you too.”

[kiera-jpg]

so i saw you reblog sth and i just wondered are you a maladaptive daydreamer? if yes about how many aus do you have? btw loooove your blog lots❤️❤️

(THIS IS SO FCKIN LONG IM SORRY JUST SKIP IT IF UR MEANT TO BE DOING SOMETHING IMPORTANT)sorry i left this so long, but i had to think it over. i talked to some people about it and did a lil research and originally my answer was going to be not really - but right now its looking like i might be.for example, i was in a relatively long car ride this morning (we go this way a lot (too often) so im used to it. i popped in my earphones and fell headfirst into a a full fledged plotline with character development. i thought it happened to everyone. apparently not.i thought it was normal to be so absorbed in a daydream that sometimes ur head moves at the same time as the character in ur head. i was also thinking back and realised that as a kid i was so scared id accidentally make a noise or hum the song that related to it, i taught my tongue to lie against the roof of my mouth.and im pretty sure that all falls under maladaptive daydreaming? i could be wrong but thats what we were bonding overas for the au - its currently about two boys who grew up in this small town in the middle of nowhere. theyre were part of a tough looking friend group that did all the rebellious teenage shit u see in the movies. these bois were hella in love and spent half the time roughhousing each other and the other half cuddling and being cute. boy a has this dream of being a musician/singer and shows boy b all the songs. hes more level headed and is trying to study real hard so he can get out of the small town. while boy b is like 'im not booksmart im stuck here forever' and but doodles all these nice sketches in his spare time.so boy a gets this chance to leave and become the guitarist for some up-in-coming pop band and its not really his sound but he gets to leave! but heres the problem, boy b doesnt get to leave. hes v happy for boy a but is scared that boy a w be an idiot and say no when he realises hes leaving boy behind.boy a almost decides to call it off, but boy b is like doNT U DARE. so they have one last week together before boy a has to go and on the last day boy b says 'tomorrow we're friends but tonight we get to stay lovers'. boy a's band gets super duper famous and boy a is marketed as a straight™. he keeps writing songs about boy b but never brings them to the band.years later he decides 'fuck it' and decides he wants to make a whole album dropping the truth on all the fangirls. he records all the songs with the right pronouns, with the right sounds and texts boy b for the first time in years saying he wants him to be in the final music video (my boi is v dramatic so all the songs have videos).boy b is like lmao the studio will not let that happen ur ganna lose ur job but whatever sure.boy a refuses to give anyone any info on the album, showing it to three close friends who very vaguely reference one song being more important than the others.boy b is like i cant believe ur fucking doing this ur an idiot but i miss u. so they film the first time the two see each other and the hug for the music video. they do all these scenes showing the dynamic of the relationship and that shit. theres like half an hour of outtakes of boy b being a little shit thats too funny to trash so when it all ends and everyone is freaking out because "WHO THE FUCK IS HE KISSING U CANT JUST END IT THERE" they post the thirty minutes of banter. when all is over boy a is like 'u single still?' and bou b is like 'yeah u?' and they decide 'fuck the system' and become a power couple and boy b finally gets some recognition on his drawings.lmao sorry its so long but if u bothered reading it good on u. probably wasnt worth it but thanks anyway.

[ts-indonesia]

ANABEL’S RESPONSES

Michael - https://youtu.be/d2D8bc6CYqw

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Owen - https://youtu.be/YMVQ_dSz4N0

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Leigh - https://youtu.be/exaUzFhNAC0

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Lorelei - https://youtu.be/EbTI4hs4TKA

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Matt - https://youtu.be/95jYHwEIWK8

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Chris O. - https://youtu.be/_gPXZbQfIEI

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Chris S. - https://youtu.be/ej5kHpTH9EE

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Olivia - https://youtu.be/cYx8q_PZH-A

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hey isaac!!! thank u so much for ur kind words, i cant tell u how much i appreciate it after everything.. it truly does mean a lot and i hope we can be friends and talk after this is all said and done.

i also want to apologize for this not being filmed, it’s been a hard day at school today and i look like crap so my words must be expressed thru google doc!!!

so, i really loved this question, i feel like it does really show who was on top of their social game and who wasn’t, and i believe that i was. pretty much all these songs are less about the lyrics that are expressed and more about the vibes they give off. i will link a spotify playlist with everybody’s songs so that u guys can jam out to what i think represents u!!!! hope u enjoy!!!

isaac- for u i chose party tattoos by dodie clark. it is most definitely my favorite song by her, and she’s one of my very favorite artists, so congratulations lmao!!! i would describe this song as optimistically rebellious, and i honestly think that’s a good way to describe u. i can totally see u like leading an insane movement about the mistreatment of teenagers in orgs or something with a smile on ur face and THIS SONG in ur heart!!!

lorelei- sit still, look pretty by daya is ur song my dear. its all about being strong as a woman and not letting urself be controlled, and ur one of the most independently strong people i have ever seen. ur so outward and open about ur personality and who u r, and i think that u could change the world, no problem. this song is very inspiring to me and so r u. please keep being who u r and please keep changing the world!!!!

owen- the song i chose for u is tempo by lizzo and missy elliot. i think this song gives off like all about that bass vibes except….. MUCH better. this song is very loud and out there and SASSY and so are U. i mean. i can only HOPE to be as much of sass-master as u. also, judging from ur tribe’s music video, ur an incredible dancer and u could work it so hard to this song. id literally pay to see that. ur an icon just like the amazing women who made this song!! (also so sorry this song has the n-word ik thats not good im SORRY)

leigh- alrighty sis, the song i chose for u is might not like me by brynn elliot. u all might not know this song, but its basically ab women being stronger and better than men and just fantastic and general. i think that ur a very strong, independent human being and i absolutely appreciate that. i think that people can be intimidated by u, but that doesnt stop nothing and i honestly respect that more than i can say. i hope u like my choice as much as i do!!

chris o- ok so first of all i just wanna let u know how much i love u bc i dont feel like ive gotten to express that yet and i am just head over heels for u bc UR FUCKING GREAT. ok im done ur song is sweater weather by the neighborhood. i chose this song for u because its very chill and very easy to listen to, and when u hear it, u want to hear it again. i love talking to u so much and ur just such a cool, laid-back person, i absolutely think this song represents how i and probably the general population feels about u. everything about u is just so intoxicating and i hope that u know ur beautiful and dont u ever forget it. just like sweater weather (also its sweater weather ssn so wear ur sweaters ladies!!!!)

matt- ur song is hearts dont break around here by ed sheeran. im not a HUGE fan of ed sheeran, however, this song is just so fucking good to me and idek why, i just love it. I chose this for u bc i think that u make people want to listen to u and u can carry a conversation so well, and i think this song is something u cant just listen to once, u have to listen to it again and again. ed sheeran has such a way with his lyrics just like ubhave such a way w words. ur a delight to talk to and ur very chill and happy and just a great conversationalist in general and i think that this song fits ur vibe and ur energy very well.

stoner- this reason might sound so ridiculous at first but PLEASE here me out. i chose ophelia by the lumineers for u. whenever i used to do drugs everyday i would always listen to the lumineers, but mostly this song, literally on repeat, over and over and over. i think that the vibe is just so comfortable and so easy to listen to, and i think it also bring a bit of chaotic energy with the lyrics at times. i think this fits u bc ur a great person to talk to, i think that u can just be like a chill buddy for anyone u come in contact w, but u also have a crazy side that i just ADORE, just like this song.

michael- ok so i bascially chose the best song in the world (in my opinion) for u. i chose the man who cant be moved by the script actually more because of the lyrics and the story than the vibe (wow crazy i know). i think that u have very dramatic tendencies and u would absolutely do something like wait on a street corner for the love of ur life. ur also very stubborn and determined to do whats right, and i think that a lot of ur personality can be reflected through this song. (also btw this is my favorite song and has been since i was 10 lol plz enjoy)

olivia- OK so last but not least my love olivia!!!! so for u i chose valerie by amy winehouse because it is such a bop of a song and u r a bop of a person. from hearing ur voice on calls and in ur song ab lorelei, i think u would sound…. so good. singing this song. kinda like owen i would totally pay to see u sing this song and im sure u could seduce a beautiful woman w the kinda husky feeling of it. also, santana from glee sang this song, and as of season 4, shes my favorite character and ur one of my favorite people and i also can see the fire that u have and the passion u have for like EVERYTHING in her personality.

for trent, i chose electric love by borns, for jess, i chose sue me by sabrina carpenter, and for myself, i chose bang bang by jessie j, ariana grande, and nicki minaj. i wont go into detail on those bc this is already a very long google doc and we dont need it ANY LONGER tbh.

here is yalls playlist, i hope u like!! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/52ledWulSdLA1u86Q3ImUC