#the ocs are from the fic—please feel free to imagine them however you’d like. i hope you enjoy my designs as well! :D

[grubbin22]

character reference sheets for my fic smooth operator.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

A/N: Posting and running because I am exhausted! The excitement from the extra episode sent me on a frenzy. I’ve been struggling a lot with myself, imposter syndrome and perfectionism but I am trying everyday to push through it. The interaction I get is really humbling for someone like me and I am so grateful. Also, go watch the new episode, it’s amazing.

Warnings: Do not tag Neil Gaiman in any of my work or he will block me and I do enjoy his page. This fic is an 18+ sloooow burn. I am taking huge artistic license with the world because I am going by the TV series alone. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Tags will be updated per chapter but if you know how the series goes then you know where the tags are heading. This shit is unbeta’d. Reader is femme and I will always be respectful of characters pronouns throughout the fic. If I do slip up please feel free to message me and it shall be corrected.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/ Morpheus x F!reader/oc insert.

Summary: Brought to life by the power of the Dreaming, you were tasked with a single purpose. Find Lord Morpheus. However, once your purpose is completed will he find it in his heart to keep you around or was your purpose the only reason you were brought into being. Multichapter fuckery.

Prelude

Word Count: 2.2k+

Tagging: @a-bang-for-your-bucky @lu123sworld @leighanne03 (if you’d like to be tagged or taken off just let me know.)

Chapter 1: The Waking Realm

The sunlight was searing as it broke out all around you. Warmth pillowed beneath you, caressing with the softest of tendrils. Comfort blossomed in your chest as the aching sadness of the Dreaming released its hold on you.

Prying your eyes open the light struck deeply and you cried out trying to cover them only to find you didn’t have hands anymore. The abrupt change in your movement meant your wing wasn’t outstretched and your entire form dipped alarmingly.

Colours of blue and green whipped across your vision as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Nausea clawed at your stomach forcing you to take control. Pushing your wing back out you managed to steady yourself, rising once more on the pillow of warmth and you let out a gasp.

Trees of every green you could imagine lay out beneath you. You had never seen such a cacophony of colours before and all you could think about was how beautiful everything was. The landscape rolled away from you, peaking and troughing hills dotted with multicoloured flowers all crowned with the glory of sunshine. It was nothing like the realm you had just left and that made you realise a balance had been tipped. One that shouldn’t have been messed with.

Turning your head slowly you saw your own outstretched wings, black but shimmering with a blue/purple highlight.

Clacking your beak you began to get a feel for your new physique. Your feet were tucked into your underside, nestled in your downy feathers. The weight of the amulet was evident around your neck even though it wasn’t visible, but you felt the pull.

Carefully you shifted in the air, marvelling at the way you tipped in that direction, hoping it would lead you to the elusive Lord Morpheus.

It felt like hours you’d been travelling in the same direction. Drinking in the buildings that you drifted by, seeing humans for the first time and hearing all their noise and scenting their smells. You’d give anything to explore this chaotic world, to walk among the people and learn their ways. Maybe as a reward, this Lord would set you free once he was found.

Everything was so loud where the buildings were but when you hit greenery again it provided a natural barrier and the world was peaceful once more. You came across other birds following you on different legs of your journey before peeling off when they reached their own destinations.

You watched the sky turn from a bright blue to the deepest of navy, the golden light of the sun casting its last rays wildly into the sky with hues of range and pink. The sight was so breathtaking you almost missed the pull of the amulet as you flew over a lone house.

Circling lazily you made sure the amulet was telling you this was where you needed to be and the pull was unmistakable.

With a rapid flap of your wings you tried to land but you misjudged the edge of the chimney and ended up rather ungracefully slamming into the side of the roof. Scrabbling wildly you managed to push off again and find somewhere better to land. You lay there, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your wings spread as the last light of day fully left this world. You felt exhausted but the need to rest was overshadowed by the constant tingling of the amulet. Gingerly you moved yourself into an upright position, taking a moment to admire the star studded sky that was as glorious now as it was in the daytime.

There was no doubt in your mind that this, Lord Morpheus was in this house. Why would a being such as he, want to reside here while his kingdom fell apart? It made no sense.

You weren’t here to make sense of it, you were here to find out what had happened to him. That was your purpose. Dragging yourself upright you fluttered across the roof, hopping until you reached the edge. There was a light on near a large door and you guessed that was the main entrance. A gravel driveway swept away from the house disappearing into the dark of the trees but you didn’t care where it went. You had to get inside this house. Raising your tired wings and letting go of the perch you flew round the whole place until you happened upon an open window. It took a couple of attempts before you finally rested on the sill and peered into the gloomy interior.

Silence greeted you. A single lamp was on, illuminating a hallway filled with glass cabinets and pointless human trinkets. With a rustle you fluttered down to a chair, flaring your wings when your legs seemed to collapse under your weight. It happened so suddenly, the hallway tipped and your entire body flopped with drastic exhaustion. You couldn’t stop the fall, your raven form melting and to your horror you could catch yourself with your hands. At first it was a relief to release the energy it took to disguise yourself but when footsteps sounded on the stairs all you could think about was somewhere to hide.

Your bare feet were silent as you raced down the hall only to dive into a room at the end and hope no one came in. Your heart was pounding, the palms of your hands becoming slippery and shaking; all sensations you’d never experienced before.

After you’d determined you were safe you looked around the room. The first thing you noticed was how much stuff was in here; a wooden rocking horse, an empty cot, a book shelf with worn titles on. An old rocking chair sat at the back, plumes of dust rose up from the pillow when you swept a hand over the threadbare fabric. For some reason it made you sad. Why keep all these objects only to shut them in a room? Did they hold no value to the owner anymore? It was already something you knew you’d never understand.

Gingerly you sat down and grabbed at the ravens head that rested on your chest. The tingling was driving you a little crazy, the pulling sensation almost making you feel queasy as it tugged you down.

As exhausted as you were you knew you didn’t need sleep. It was merely you trying to get used to your new body and learning it’s limits. Your wings hadn’t made an appearance, maybe they didn’t show in the Waking Realm.

Looking out the window, marvelling in the beauty of the half moon as it glowed amongst the stars you began to notice whispers. They were quiet to start with, just tickling the edges of your mind until they grew in strength. You couldn’t hear what was being said but intrigue pulled you from your hiding place. If you closed your eyes you could almost touch the whispers, muted colours danced just beyond your fingertips and you drew closer.

You ended up in a bedroom. The bed itself was a four-poster, dark wooded monster of grandeur. The man that lay in it was small, frail. His hair was grey and wrinkles lined his face. Bending down you inspected him closely, taking this moment to marvel in being close proximity to a human, feeling the uneven breath on your own face. It was then you realised the whispers were coming from him. You were hearing the echo of his dreams.

Bare feet padded with no noise against the rugs and wooden floorboards. Tentatively you descended the staircase, your hand sweeping down the bannister as the delicate fabric of your dress gently parted with each step. The house was dark with everyone asleep so you could explore in peace.

You found a room of books, so many books that rested unread from floor to ceiling. A drawing room lit by the dying embers of a fire, with hard leather back chairs and a grand desk. Another room you came across was filled with a long table and many chairs, far too many for the occupants of the house. Everything was tidy, in its place but you couldn’t help touching. Fingertips explored a large vase that sat on a sideboard, your hand trailed along a shelf of books feeling each bump as you moved from one spine to the next; even the leather chairs beckoned you to swipe them. It was all so fascinating but none of it helped you find Lord Morpheus.

Clutching the raven once again you frowned at the pulling sensation seemingly trying to pull you below the house. Carefully you walked in the dark, hands caressing the wooden panels in the hope you might find something you’d missed. There, another door. This one had a handle of metal and a hefty lock that drew your eye.

Shock cascaded through you as the handle moved, twisting with the clunk of the lock and a man came out, soft light spilling all over the carpet. You watched from your hiding place, crouched behind a huge sideboard as he lumbered towards the kitchen. Taking the opportunity you slipped through the open door and began to descend down the cold stone steps.

A soft orange light guided your way as you tentatively took each step as silently as possible. You happened upon a metal gate which the guard had thankfully left open and you slipped inside with the barest of whispers. Crouching in the corner you watched for any sign that you’d been noticed but the female guard carried on staring at her book.

Your gaze wandered, taking in the many pillars that split the room only to rest on a huge contraption in the very centre. It was round, huge bars of metal folded and melded around a glass bubble. Strange golden lettering encompassed the whole device, the magic was old with a feeling of wrongness to it. The same wrongness you’d felt within the Dreaming. You had to get closer. Carefully manoeuvring yourself across the stone slabs you quickly made your way to the device, avoiding touching the gold symbols incase they rendered you useless.

Your breath hitched at the sight of a pale form laying on the bottom. He was completely bare, his hair as dark as the night sky outside and his skin as bright as the stars that littered it. He seemed to be sleeping, his face partly hidden by his arm as he clearly tried to make himself comfortable. You couldn’t help but study him, taking in each line of his chisled body and you wondered what it felt like to touch such skin. Was he hard like marble? Smooth like ivory or did he feel just like a human. For human, he was not.

Cautiously you crouched down so you could see your own face reflected in the dirty glass but you were level with him. His eyes were shut, shoulders rising and falling in a steady rhythm to indicate he was fast asleep. The amulet was almost burning now, wanting to pull you closer to the man in the glass trap but you couldn’t cross the golden barrier.

Unfettered rage bloomed from somewhere deep within you. Fists curled tightly at the idea of these morals keeping the King of Dreams locked up for their own personal gain. This was why he hadn’t come home, why Lucienne had been left all those years and why his kingdom was dying. Because he was cut off from everything.

Resting a hand on the glass you wanted to tell him you’d be back, to let him know that help was here but then you remembered what Lucienne had said. Retreating back into the shadows you made your way back through the gate and up the steps until you reached the door. As you exited the male guard was coming out of the kitchen but there wasn’t time or anywhere for you to hide. Instinct told you to freeze and for a few nerve wracking heartbeats the pair of you stared at each other.

“Knew I forgot something,” he muttered to himself before turning back towards the kitchen. The raven amulet pulsed on your skin and you knew it was doing far more than you were aware. Without anymore hesitation you raced up the stairs, following the whispers once more. They sounded far off and muted, dull and grey just like the Dreaming. How humans had not noticed anything was wrong astounded you as you crouched beside his bed, leaning gently on the covers near his head. You closed your eyes, delving into the whispers, desperately trying to catch a slip of information when you heard a name. The human’s name.

“Paul…” with the barest whisper you infiltrated his nighttime thoughts. Weaving between the threads you coloured his visions showing him as well as telling him. “It’s time he was freed, Paul.” The man snuffled in his sleep, a frown deepening on his brow. “You cannot keep him here.”

“What must I do?” He mumbled.

“Break the binding circle. Cut through the magic and he will leave.” Your voice was light but commanding, the whispers burying into his subconscious like the seeds of an oak tree. Growing and entwining roots into the very reaches of his mind until he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else except breaking the binding circle.

Retreating into the darkness all you could do now was wait.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

[birdiefw]

LET ME SHOW YOU | SAM WINCHESTER [SMUT 18+]

Summary: Having been turned on all day, you decide you can’t wait any longer and lead somewhere more private.

Warnings: swearing, teasing, oral (female receiving), impala sex (unprotected but y’all can pretend otherwise)

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written an imagine, and technically this one is meant for my Sam Winchester fic on Wattpad so it wasn’t intended to be an imagine, but I figured it could work as one so here it is lmao. Also, destiel is pretty much implied in this, but you���re free to see Dean and Cas however you want. I also edited this, but I apologize for any errors or if it says her/she/birdie (who is my spn oc) instead of you/your/etc!

You felt like your entire body had been set on fire without warning. Your skin was incredibly warm as you tried to remain still, feeling like your body was getting hotter and hotter despite how cold it actually was inside the bunker. Your hair was pushed back so it would stop clinging to your neck/sides of your face, your mind unable to focus on your laptop that was placed in front of you as something else was taking over all of your senses.

You were very aware of the fact that you weren’t alone in the library, twisting and pursing your lips together as you tried to ignore the rampant thoughts that kept popping into your mind every time your gaze flickered over to Sam. But, every time your eyes fell on your husband, you couldn’t help but admire his stunning features, picturing all of the sides you’d seen of him in your many years of being a couple—some of which only made the ache between your legs increase.

You bit her lip when you looked away from him again, trying to force the thoughts aside; you desperately hoped you’d be alone soon.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up from your laptop that had started dim from your lack of actually doing anything on it in the last few minutes, eyes slightly widened as you looked across at Castiel who was sat in front of you, his bright blue eyes pinned to your features.

“What?” you asked, glancing aside at Sam and Dean who were both staring at you with confusion much like Castiel.

“We were askin’ if you found anything,” Dean said, noticing how your laptop had dimmed.

“Oh, uh, I—no. Not yet, anyways,” you answered with a heavy sigh, briefly glancing towards Sam before your eyes swiveled to Dean and then Castiel.

“Are you feeling okay?” Castiel wondered, curiously tilting his head at you. “You don’t look like you’re feeling well.”

“Thanks, Cas,” you sarcastically said, giving him a fake smile as you folded your arms over your chest and crossed your legs. “I can always count on you for a pick me up, can’t I?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, a faint frown appearing on his lips.

Sam’s lips turned into a frown, noting that you did look rather pale compared to usual. You looked slightly sweaty, eyes looking more dark than normal. You easily noticed the change in Sam’s expression, quickly shaking your head as you closed your laptop; there was no point in keeping it open, anyways. “I’m fine,” you firmly told him, giving him a look when you saw him shoot you a similar look.

“You sure?” Dean asked, curiously eyeing you from the seat next to you.

“Yes, I’m sure, Dean,” you said, flashing a perky smile on your lips as if it would assure the three men.

Dean shook his head with a small smile appearing on his lips, closing his own laptop. He could tell something was off with you, but knowing Sam wouldn’t let it go, he decided against pushing the subject. “Alright, whatever you say, Y/N,” he said. Then his eyes flickered over to Castiel, nudging his head to the side as he started to stand up from the table. “Come on, you still gotta finish watchin’ Seven.”

Castiel warmly smiled, looking at Sam and you as he stood up from the chair. “Night, guys.”

“Night, Cas,” you and Sam said in unison, smiling back at the angel.

Dean tucked his laptop under his arm, silently nodding towards his brother and you as he waited for Castiel. You and Sam quietly watched them walk away, a grin lingering on your lips until they were gone.

You let out a heavily sigh and leaned your head back, puffing out your cheeks. Sam stood up from his own chair and headed over to you, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You jumped at the sudden touch, looking at him with wide eyes. “Fuck,” you whispered, letting out a breath of relief as you realized it was only Sam, “You almost sent me into cardiac arrest.”

Sam softly laughed, innocently raising his hands as he sat on the table, peering down at you. You shook her head as you stood up, adjusting Sam’s flannel that you wore over a pair of leggings, pushing the sleeves up to your elbows. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay, babe?” he asked, genuine concern etched on his features as you stood in front of him. “You’re pretty warm.”

You let out a sigh, glancing around to make sure Dean nor Castiel were around at the moment. “I-I’m not sick, I promise,” you said, looking at your husband. “I’m just. . .”

Sam softly gazed at you when she lowered you head, warmly smiling as he lifted his hand to you chin to make you look at him again. “Just what?”

You coyly smiled, a thought suddenly occurring to you. “Let me show you.”

The corners of Sam’s lips tweaked up into a smirk, finally noticing the look that was swirling around in your eyes. ‘I should’ve known,’ he thought to himself, already feeling himself start to grow hot with anticipation. You eagerly took his larger hand in yours, tugging him in the opposite direction of their shared bedroom.

You giddily giggled as you hurried down the narrow halls of the bunker, tugging Sam towards the garage with a devilish smirk appearing on your lips, stealing a glance behind you to make sure that Dean nor Castiel hadn’t left the room for some reason. “You don’t think they have plans to actually go anywhere tonight after their movie, do you?” You asked Sam, carefully walking with your back facing the spacious garage while your intense gaze was pinned to Sam as your warm hand still clutched his in your own.

“God I fuckin’ hope not,” Sam breathlessly replied, eyes lighting up with a rush of excitement as you guided him over to the Impala.

You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as the two of you came up to the side of the Impala, standing beside one of the back doors as you fully faced Sam, body even warmer than before.

“Well, even if they do. . .” You softly said, trailing one of your hands up one of Sam’s buff arms, fingertips trailing up until they reached his stubbly jaw. Your eyes flickered to his, seeing his usually bright eyes had darkened a few shades as they took in your features. Your smirk instantly widened, peering up at Sam. “They’ll just have to wait.”

“Is that so?” Sam asked in a low tone, taking a few steps closer so you were pressed up against the Impala, your chests almost pressed together as he stood in front of you with his hands softly caressing your hips. “Well, how much longer are you gonna make me wait?”

“I don’t know yet,” you teased, running a few of your fingers along his bottom lip. “You were teasing me all day pretty much with your soft hair, your kissable lips. . .”

Sam darkly chuckled, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes as your words made his excitement increase. “Then let me make it up to you.”

You leaned forward in response, Sam quickly bending his head down to connect you lips when she moved towards him. One of your hands automatically went to his shaggy hair, gently tugging on it to elicit a low groan from Sam. You smiled with approval, feeling one of his hands go to your lower back and press your body up against his while the other went to the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair. Your soft lips parted as the kiss became more needy, giving Sam access to explore your mouth like his life depended on it.

Sam’s hand moved from your back and to the handle off to the side, quickly finding it and pulling it open with a grunt. “After you,” Sam panted.

You excitedly grinned and crawled into the backseat, seeing Sam steal a glance around the garage to make sure no one was around before climbing inside as well and closing the door behind him. You eagerly leaned forward, connecting your lips once more as your fingers started to undo the buttons of the flannel Sam wore. Sam grinned into the kiss, assisting you with removing the shirt before carelessly tossing it to the side. Then he broke apart from the kiss, discarding the plain gray shirt he’d been wearing underneath as you started to undo the buttons of the flannel you had on.

Sam reconnected your lips just as she finished unbuttoning it. You giggled, going to shrug it off until one of Sam’s hands stopped you. “Seeing you in my clothes drives me absolutely crazy. . .I wanna see you come undone with it on.”

You let out a shaky breath at his words, lowering your hands. You bit her lip and cupped his cheeks in your clammy hands, firmly kissing him. “I love you,” you told him.

Sam grinned, giving you a quick peck in return. “I love you too,” he murmured, one hand trailing down your sides, stopping along the side of your thigh as his other hand guided you to scoot back more and lay against the back of the leather seat. “And, I wanna show you. . .just how. . .much,” he gruffly said, pecking your cheek, nose, and chin as he spoke.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you sucked in a deep breath, feeling Sam kiss along your neck. “God. . .” You whispered, involuntarily bucking your hips up as one hand gripped his hair again.

“Someone’s eager,” Sam murmured against your hot skin, his hand still caressing her thigh, setting her entire body on fire even more with just a simple touch.

“Please, Sam,” you whimpered, catching his gaze.

Sam slowly moved down your body, reaching for the hem of your leggings. “Wearing a skirt today woulda made this a lot easier,” he said, causing a laugh to erupt from you as he started to tug down your skin tight leggings. You lifted your hips, helping him to discard both your leggings and panties as quick as possible. “But, they don’t show off your ass as well as these do.”

You bit her lip at his words, your heart starting to beat even faster as Sam settled himself between your legs. The corner of his lips were pulled up into a smirk, easing your legs apart with one leg settling over his shoulder and the other over the seat with your foot planted on the ground. Sam’s gaze remained locked on yours as he scooted closer, blowing on you gently. Your head instantly fell back, a gasp escaping your lips.

“I really was turnin’ you on without even touching you, huh,” Sam said, one hand caressing your inner thigh. You merely whimpered in response, lifting your head just in time to see him dive in to your center.

A loud moan escaped your lips as he expertly dragged his tongue through her heat, feeling Sam slip one arm under your leg, keeping her close. “Shit, Sam!” You gasped in pure pleasure, lips parted and brows furrowed as you sat up on her elbows, breathlessly watching him move against you core; he knew just what to do to get you even more turned on and screaming his name. He looked up at you, groaning against you when you bit her lip and leaned your head back again. “Oh, fuck!”

He swirled his tongue through your center, circling around your clit as he fastened his pace. “You’re being more quiet than usual,” Sam said in between licks, causing you to groan at the uneven pace. “Don’t want Dean or Cas to hear how gorgeous you sound?”

“I—please, Sam,” you gasped.

“What was that?” Sam asked, lightly licking at you heat.

You panted, looking at him with desperation. “Please, Sam! Fuck!”

Sam flattened his tongue against your center to give you exactly what you wanted, seeing you close your eyes in pleasure. He got a steady movement, going faster when you started to moan louder. One of your hands reached down, tightly gripping his hair as you moved against his mouth. Sam moaned against you, nearly getting off just by watching you fall apart with only the use of his skillful tongue.

“Holy fuck,” you moaned, eyes screwed shut as you felt herself getting closer and closer. Sam could tell too, fastening his pace as you tightened your grip on his hair, a loud moan erupting from your parted lips as you arched your back. “Sam! Shit, I-I—”

“I got you, baby,” Sam said, knowing you were incredibly close. “I got you.”

With those words, you came against his mouth, your loud moans filling the Impala as Sam continued to suck and lick you through your orgasm. Your grip on his hair loosened while your hips stilled against his mouth, chest rising and falling quickly as your eyes remained closed with complete bliss.

“Holy fuck,” you said after a few moments, opening your eyes when you felt Sam crawl on top of you. You wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him in for a sloppy kiss without a second thought. He eagerly kissed you back, lowering his body so you were closer together while one of his hands traveled down between your legs.

You gasped against his mouth when his fingers slipped through you, opening your eyes to look at him. “I think it’s your turn now,” you told him, going to reach down to his pants until he shifted to sit up.

“Later,” he breathed out, starting to undo the buttons of his pants. “I just need you.”

You sat up as well, Sam’s flannel sticking to her skin even more than before, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Your hands quickly moved to help Sam, giggling with joy as he removed his pants and boxers, kicking them off into the floor. Your eyes flickered up to his again, biting your lip. “Can I be on top?”

“Fuck yes,” Sam eagerly said, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you to his lap without a moment to waist.

You giggled again, looking down at his hard member as you straddled his waist. “Someone sure is excited.”

“Hard not to be when I just watched you get off on my tongue,” Sam replied in a gruff voice, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at you, not just with lust, but also pure love.

You whimpered at that, reaching down and giving him a few strokes. You watched Sam’s eyes flutter close at your gentle touch, lips parting with a breathy moan; you got turned on by his reactions just as much as Sam did with you. You shifted slightly, lining yourself up with him before slowly sinking down.

Your and Sam’s moans filled the Impala at the feeling, Sam’s hands automatically going to grip your waist as he filled you up. Sam bit his lip with anticipation, waiting for you to make sure it was okay to move before he did anything. You leaned forward slightly, planting your hands on Sam’s chiseled chest, starting to move against him as you locked eyes with him.

“Fuuuuck,” Sam groaned, his nails digging into your hips as you slid up and down. “Just like that, baby.”

“I’ve wanted to do this since this morning,” you breathlessly admitted, fastening your pace. You and Sam moaned again, your nails scratching at his chest as you moved your hands up and down his body. Sam loudly groaned at the sensation, thrusting up to meet your movements, making you cry out with pleasure.

“God, I love you so fucking much,” Sam panted, his eyes rolling back as you leaned down and gave attention to his neck. “So fucking perfect.”

You moaned as well, connecting your lips in a messy kiss while Sam’s thrusts got faster. “Fuck. . .” You whispered, “I love you too. . .so so fucking much.”

“Shit, Y/N,” Sam moaned as you nipped at his dampened neck, hands running up and down his abs.

“Faster, baby,” you whispered into his ear, heart beating faster as you and Sam got closer.

Sam grunted, tightening his grip on you as he picked up the pace. You started to lose her own rhythm, your hips shaking as you rode him, your orgasm growing closer and closer. “Sam, I’m. . .”

Sam lurched forward, pulling you further into his lap with your bare chest pressed against his own, the flannel pushed back and exposing your entire chest to him. His hips moved up into you as he hungrily kissed you again, his tongue dominating yours while his hands moved to cradle the back of your head.

Sam grunted, his forehead resting against yours as the Impala rocked back and forth, no doubt making it obvious what was going on inside if anyone were to enter the garage.

You meekly whimpered, feeling the knot in your stomach getting closer to finally snapping. “Sam!” You loudly moaned, many swear words and the repeat of his name getting drowned out as Sam pressed his mouth to yours again. Your hands went to his cheeks, holding him closer while Sam’s orgasm got closer and his fingers gently tugged on your hair. His hips smacked against yours faster, the sound filling the steamy Impala alongside your loud moans. You clenched around him as you came, making Sam groan into your mouth as he came seconds after you.

You pulled apart after a few moments, resting your clammy foreheads together as you finally started to catch your breaths, you still sat in Sam’s lap and his hands in your hair.

You warmly smiled as you locked eyes with Sam, his lips curling into a grin as his dimples poked out as well. “Maybe I should tease you more often, huh?” Sam asked.

You softly laughed, playfully rolling your eyes as you moved your hands to rest them on his damp shoulders. “You could, but two can play at that game, babe.”

“Is that a challenge?” Sam taunted.

You playfully narrowed your eyes, running a hand up and down one of his arms like you were in deep thought. “No, because you and I both know you would lose the first day.”

Sam breathed out a laugh, tilting his head. “Says the one who almost couldn’t wait till we were alone.”

You simply shrugged, a small smirk starting to appear on your lips. “Today I couldn’t,” you said, gently pushing him back down on the seat. Sam’s eyes slightly widened, brows raising. “But you just looked extra sexy and handsome today. You, on the other hand, can hardly keep your hands to yourself when you’re horny.”

“That’s not true,” Sam protested, going to speak again until you moved your hips, causing his head to fall back with pleasure.

You proudly smirked at his reaction, peering down at him. “Tell you what—let’s go again, and if you manage not to touch me, we can do that challenge.”

Sam breathed out a faint laugh, smirking back at you. “As long as you’re okay with not touching me. But, you and I both know that’ll be even harder for you than me.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said, moving your hips again.

Sam let out a shaky breath, gazing up at you as his hands returned to your hips. “Yeah, we will.”

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[wonlouvre]

pairing: doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc genre: modern royalty, arranged marriage, fluff and future angst word count: 5.2k!! WARNINGS: is an awful lot of fluff a warning?

author’s note: FINALLY!!! AGAIN!!! i can’t believe we have reached part 5, you guys ;_; i never imagined this fic would even be liked by so many of you. i am so grateful to even receive notes from the first part up to the latest. i appreciate all of you! please let me know what you think. this is the part i have been excited for, so i hope you are excited too! enjoy!!!

five: the one | masterlist

What happened at the hospital made you cling to Wonwoo in the most subtle way possible. You wouldn’t even consider messaging his phone clingy. But yes, you have finally taken a hold of his phone number. Back then, Jeongyeon was the one who contacts him about your joint schedules. And now, it’s you that personally calls or messages him. Mostly messages. Aside from talking about the official duties you have been assigned together, one of the main reasons why you took the initiative is you just want to hear about whatever from him firsthand. You did notice, however, during the first time you sent a hello, it surprised the Prince a little but he just shrugged it off. You’re embarrassed but you brave through it because it’s only normal to communicate with your future husband.

You try to start and hold conversations with him from time to time but it doesn’t last long. It’s alright though. It’s not like you want to talk about his childhood through message bubbles. You’re also aware that a buzzing phone is the most unwanted item when he’s on duty unless it’s an emergency call. It’s also the same for your job. Staring at your phone while waiting for his reply has caught Jeongyeon’s attention already and she has not hesitated to reprimand you. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Jeongyeon asks and drops two lunchboxes on the center table of your office. “Are you still sick?”

You purse your lips and shake your head no, eyes not leaving the bright screen of the small device.

“Come on,” she calls and steals the phone from your hand. “It’s time to eat. I prepared this especially for you.”

You scoff in disbelief, but the smile on your face says otherwise. You stand from your chair and follow her to where the mouthwatering food is at. 

“I didn’t hire you to cook for me though,” you say, reminding her how she doesn’t have to do this. 

“Ey,” she dismisses your words and hands you the spoon to start eating. “I’m just helping His Highness out.”

Your ear perks up at the mention of the Prince. “What?” 

“He didn’t tell me to cook for you, don’t worry,” she quickly informs, noticing your face forming a frown. Then, she smiles. “He just wanted to make sure you’re eating right and well. And, it just so happened I had the time earlier to prepare this. Ta-dah!”

She opens the lid of the first food container and your stomach growls in hunger at the sight. A set of colorful vegetables, fully cooked meat and warm rice were presented before you. By the looks of it, she really did have the time earlier.

“Should I thank you or the Prince?” You ask in jest.

“Of course you should thank me!” She holds her chin up and points to her chest proudly. “I’ve been taking care of you for the longest time while His Majesty just started. He can actually learn 

a thing or two from me, you know?”

He’s taking care of me, your thoughts echo, making you smile. 

You’re definitely calling him later. 

The wedding planning resumes in no less than two weeks after navigating back to your usual routine. And on this one fine Saturday afternoon, Wonwoo decided to drive his own car and have you with him to go to your wedding planner’s office together. He messaged you and you welcomed the thoughtful gesture. He picked you up from your apartment, much to both of your security details’ dismay. Jeongyeon sent you a bunch of heart gifs afterwards and you can picture her screaming (silently) at the top of her lungs. 

This is the first time you’ve seen Wonwoo in the two weeks that passed and it’s kind of awkward to be alone with him in one small space. This is also the first time you have witnessed him driving. Security is tailing behind though. They are really not fond of letting the two of you out of their sight. 

This car ride is quiet aside from the radio playing some mellow music. Wonwoo has his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road. Which is good because as much as you want to stare at his handsome face, you need to hold yourself back. You let your eyes wander to the view outside the window instead.

Wonwoo doesn’t seem to notice your shyness and that eases your worry because you really don’t want him to think you’re shying away from him. You actually want to talk. Talk about anything and even everything. But, how? 

After you called him that one time, you’ve started speaking to him by call here and there. Before his shift starts, after his shift ends, before he goes home or when he’s at home and even before he goes to bed. They’re just casual calls that didn’t even last longer than ten minutes. That’s about it. Phone calls. But now, you are face to face and you don’t seem to know how to form words anymore.

Unbeknownst to you, Wonwoo noticed your dilemma and spoke up first.

“Do you want to grab something to eat after?” 

“Huh?” You ask, snapping yourself out from the thoughts occupying your mind.

“I figured it would be nice to catch up and all,” he explains, sparing you a small glance before quickly bringing his eyes back on the road. “Coffee or tea will do if you’re not that hungry.”

Warmth surged to your face. What kind of question was that? Of course you’d love to! You’re just holding yourself from shouting a loud YES! with a bite of your lip because you don’t want to sound overexcited. 

After a beat of silence, you boldly answer, “I’d like that.”

Wonwoo smiles and reaches his hand out to yours, squeezing them not only once but twice. His touch reminds you of how he held and kissed your hand that one time he accompanied you back to your apartment. Your breath hitches and you hide your surprise with a small smile. He lets go after a few seconds but those few seconds almost made you faint. 

You gulp, heart attack is inevitable with this man.

The meeting was short so you and Wonwoo decided to drive to the nearby coffee shop you passed by earlier. The place wasn’t packed and the facility was notified by security to make sure that distance and privacy from the public is observed. Such protocol is not enacted all the time and you are free to go out and about together or individually but sometimes these measures are taken into consideration to make sure that your safety is not compromised. Especially if there are topics or discussions that should be reserved only for the parties involved. 

Such as now when Wonwoo just casually dropped an engagement party bombshell to you like it’s the morning paper.

“An engagement party?” 

“Yes,” Wonwoo confirms, a nervous smile drawn on his face. “My mother, in her own words, thought it would be lovely to hold an intimate and simple party back home.”

“Oh,” you mutter and place the cup of coffee back on the table.

“Do you mind leaving us for a moment? I’d like to speak about this with the Princess alone,” Wonwoo politely dismisses the security detail and they obeyed with no protest. 

Once they’re gone, Wonwoo stands from the chair he sat on when you arrived and takes the space on the loveseat you chose. He takes hold of your hand, an action you noticed he’s been confidently doing lately. You opened your palm for him because you don’t mind. But a little warning next time is much appreciated because your heart can’t take any more of his surprises.

“I didn’t know we had to hold an engagement party,” you start and he agrees in a heartbeat. “I thought after going public, that would do it.”

“I know and I’m sorry,” he apologizes in a pout and that gave you the strong urge to squeeze his cheeks. Which you actually did. Your urges are becoming stronger than your own will whenever you’re with him.

He smiles at your touch and you roll your eyes when he winks at you. You guess it’s not only the hand holding that Wonwoo has been confident of lately. He has started to always search and meet your eyes and stay as close as possible to you.  Earlier after locking the door of his car, he  held your hand and the wedding planner couldn’t hide her pleased grin when she opened the doors of her office.

He also has the same confidence to escape from trouble, just like now. Although, of course, you’re not saying Her Majesty is causing trouble. It’s just nerve wracking to go to your future in-laws house for the first time. You’re sure any soon-to-be wife would feel the same way. 

But then again, you’re not just any ordinary soon-to-be wife.

“I heard the beaches there are lovely,” you mention to lighten the mood.

“Yes, they are,” Wonwoo guarantees, his arm now completely around your shoulders, fingers grazing the skin of your shoulder every once in a while. He’s completely warm and you wonder if he’s warmer when you finally get to see him in his hometown. 

You exhale and reach for a napkin to wipe the remnants of the cupcake he took a bite of off the corner of his lips. “Well, I guess I’m gonna have to file for a vacation leave then.”

Wonwoo’s eyes light up, an excited smile forming on his lips. No words were needed to describe how ecstatic he is to visit home. 

With you.

A week went by and you are now officially invited by the neighboring kingdom for a two-week stay at their Royal Residences. Your parents, the King and Queen, have received the official invitation and they have given orders for you to travel at the convenience of your time. They wish to come along but they do respect the Prince’s parents wishes to spend time with their future daughter-in-law. 

This is your last day of packing and preparing before the long car trip tomorrow and Jeongyeon is all smiles while helping you. She had mentioned before that when she was younger, her family annually travels to the beach there because of how breathtaking and relaxing they were. You can tell she’s very excited through her humming as she zipped the last of your bags.

Jeongyeon placed everything you’ll be bringing near the door of your bedroom to not miss out on anything when you depart tomorrow. She then leaves after resting for a few minutes, bidding you an excited goodbye and see you tomorrow. 

A while later, after scanning your whole room with hands on your hips, you let yourself breathe out and plop down on your bed. The week that went by was oddly busy and tiring. It scared you for a moment because you thought this might hinder you from leaving. But thankfully, after meeting your deadlines and satisfying clients that asked for your legal counsel, the two weeks to come is all yours and Wonwoo’s for the taking. 

You draw your phone from your pocket, thinking of ringing Wonwoo to check on him. But the sound of your doorbell distracted you from doing so. Your brows knit in confusion. You’re not expecting anyone other than Jeongyeon today. Well, you don’t expect anyone other than Jeongyeon ever. 

Nevertheless, you stand up and walk outside the comforts of your bedroom. 

You peek at the monitor near your door and your eyes widened like saucers when you saw the person waiting on the other side.

Wonwoo.

It didn’t take your fingers long to punch your code and unlock the door. You didn’t even bother checking if you completely unlocked the door because your feet sped to open it yourself. 

“Hey,” you greet and finally get a good look at his form. He’s wearing an oversized grey hoodie and black jeans outlining his long legs. It won’t take a minute to guess he just finished his shift. 

“Hi. Sorry. Did I come at the wrong time?” 

“Did you drive here?” You ask instead of answering. Exhaustion can be clearly heard from his voice and it makes you frown in worry. 

“No, no,” he assures, giving you a tired smile. “I am way too exhausted to drive.”

You didn’t need words to let him in. You just opened your door wider and turned around to walk back inside, certain he’d follow.

You can’t see it, but Wonwoo’s tired smile brightens when he sees you comfortable around him. The first time he stepped foot here was brief and today he’s hoping it lasts a little longer.  The moving car earlier almost lulled him to sleep, but he resisted to not miss telling the driver where to drop him off. “I’m sorry again. You were probably busy.”

“Don’t be,” you say and sit on your couch. You then give him a smile and pat the space next to you. “Now sit.”

Wonwoo returns your smile and takes a seat, dropping his small backpack beside the couch in the process. He lets his head rest sideways and closes his eyes briefly to regain some energy. 

You pout and reach out to remove the fringe blocking his eyes. “Have you eaten?”

He gives you a quiet nod before snuggling closer to the couch. “I just wanted to see you before we leave tomorrow.”

You’re rendered speechless with his words, heart definitely swooning. Without thinking twice, you pulled him close to your body by his arm before securing his head to your chest. His eyes blinked in surprise, but he welcomed the affection anyway. He closes his eyes again and nuzzles his nose to the crook of your neck. Soon, his arms are wrapped around your waist and your legs are over his lap, almost sitting on them. A cozy silence is shared between the two of you. 

“You have two weeks to see my face uninterrupted,” you whisper while running your fingers through his soft locks. 

Wonwoo’s lips stretched to a blissful smile and you can feel it against your skin. “Can’t wait Princess.”

Your first day at Wonwoo’s kingdom has you booked. Similar to the act of kindness their Majesties extended to your kingdom, your parents returned their generosity by donating for the construction and development of a public hospital. 

Although a courtesy call to their Majesties should have been your first agenda, their Majesties granted you permission to attend the ceremony commemorating the official start of the project. 

Wonwoo’s arm served as your anchor as the two of you stand before a cheering crowd. You make sure to keep a genuine smile and give enthusiastic waves whenever they shout for you. But, you are aware that they are much more excited to finally see their Prince back on their soil. You smile and give Wonwoo a glance who does the same. He holds the hand that’s snaked around his arm, a comforting touch to help keep you calm. 

After the Secretary of Health gave his closing remarks, the ceremony ended. The two of you bid farewell but not before you have extended your greetings to everyone present and wave one last time to the persevering crowd. 

The climate here is no different from your home. However, you must say that there are still some distinctions after seeing the port and the view of the sea. Even though you have been here before, this trip is a whole new experience because you’re about to be wedded to someone who belongs here. 

“Y/N, my dear.” The Queen joyfully opens her arms after you formally greeted their Majesties with a curtsy. You gladly reciprocate the gesture and hug her back. 

Wonwoo greets his father on the other side with a bow, but His Majesty wanted to envelope him in a hug instead. His embrace definitely says how much he missed his son after a long while. 

“I am so delighted to have you here,” the Queen says, rubbing both of your arms to warmth. “I hope the car ride wasn’t exhausting.”

You shake your head while smiling. “It was alright, Your Majesty.”

Her smile grows bigger. “We’ll let you settle down first before we proceed. We have prepared a room for you and the rest of your staff. But, I’m sure Wonwoo wouldn’t mind sharing his with you.”

You blush at her cheeky wink and you can see Wonwoo grimace from your peripheral. His Majesty just laughs at his beloved’s antics. 

“Your mother is joking,” the King assures and gives his son a pat on the shoulder. He then moves to your direction to finally give you  a hug.

Wonwoo steals you away from the loving couple, afraid of what else his mother will blurt out. He holds your hand again and you just giggle when you see him narrowing his eyes at them. 

“We’ll be taking our leave then, Your Majesties,” you say and bow once again. 

Their Majesties nod and wave goodbye. “See you later!”

There are still some instances where your home is called The Palace, however as times have changed, the Royal Family has opened its doors to modernity. It’s now usually referred to as the Royal Residences. Wonwoo’s home had done the same and you’re a little relieved that their customs are not that different from your homeland. 

Jeongyeon follows behind as Wonwoo gives you a brief tour to help you navigate around necessary rooms you’d be going to such as the kitchen, library, entrances and exits. All the while, his hand remained clasped with yours. 

The Jeon’s have made their mark on their residence and it’s not that hard to see. It’s too early to say but you can see how it is originally them. From the wallpapers, flooring, artworks, furniture and more. It’s nothing uncomfortable. It’s actually exciting and you’re looking forward to the days to come. 

Shortly after Wonwoo’s tour, you have arrived at the door of your designated room. 

“If you need me…” Wonwoo says, then pauses, hesitating. 

You tilt your head to the side, trying to decipher where the sudden shyness is coming from. You try to hide your grin. This is one of the rare times you see Wonwoo not making eye contact. 

“Your room is at the end of the hall, I know.” you finish his sentence for him and his eyes widen in surprise. Now, you are laughing indeed. “Her Majesty might have shared the information when she hugged me earlier.”

Wonwoo groans and palms his face, embarrassed. He loves his mother, a hundred percent. But, she’s testing it by how much she’s teasing him. 

You squeeze his hand. “You should get some rest. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” he answers, face still red. “I just hope she doesn’t rub herself on you.”

You shake your head at his remark and let go of his hand, reluctantly. 

“See you later, Princess.”

You adore the emerald dress that your mother had personally designed for you to wear on this special night. She actually surprised you three days before you left, presenting a huge box and smile when you arrived at the Royal Residences. She even told you how long she had this in store and she can’t believe that such a day she’d see you wear it would come. 

It’s a long-sleeve and backless dress with intricate patterns you believe only your mother would ever come up to. Looking at yourself through the mirror clothed with such a dress makes you confident and strong, reminded by the Queen who’s much more than you already are. 

Once zipped up, Jeongyeon helps put your official crown on the top of your head. The last time you’ve worn this was when your parents celebrated their wedding anniversary. And tonight it carries a different meaning and duty because you’re wearing it for the first time in a while, at your engagement to Wonwoo. You really wish your parents could be here. You’ll have to make sure to take and send a lot of pictures.  

“You really look beautiful, Your Highness,” Jeongyeon praises, looking from behind you as she does some finishing touches for the last time. 

You smile and thank her. 

A knock on the wooden door has your breath hitching. This is it. You release the breath you briefly held before turning away from the mirror to walk towards the door. Jeongyeon helps you with the train of your dress then holds the doorknob, waiting for your signal.

“Whenever you’re ready, Your Highness,” she whispers. 

You nod and hold your head high. “Let’s go.”

Wonwoo is no stranger to wearing formal clothes such as black suits with either a bow tie or necktie. Although he’s more accustomed to wearing scrubs and his white coat ever since he started working, he still remembers how his mother used to scold him whenever he arrives at events with a disheveled or mismatched tie. All the while, his father just laughs and fixes it for him, without fail. 

But this time, he promised to do things right out of respect to the woman of dignity that you are. Well, he’s of age to know how to do such simple tasks anyway so he really does not have any excuses. 

He humors himself and dust the invisible dust on his shoulders. 

It’s been a long while since you and Wonwoo have been engaged and yet his thoughts and heart are still all over the place. It’s nothing bad to worry about. In fact, he has grown fond of your company already and he won’t deny that the affectionate moments you have shared are more than enough to leave butterflies flying in his stomach. 

He then checks the time on the watch his parents gifted him on his graduation. He better get going if he’s to meet you at the banquet hall. He doesn’t want to keep you waiting like the day you asked him if he really wants to marry you. 

He wouldn’t be late at all because he does want to marry you. 

There. He finally said it and tonight will officially seal that with his parents, the King and Queen, and his people as witnesses. 

He gives himself a last look in the mirror and then takes his leave before a knock on the door is even heard.

It came as a surprise when you saw the color of Wonwoo’s necktie that is visibly similar to the color of your dress. It may sound unbelievable and a tad bit cringey, but your heart can’t help but flutter when it catches your attention. 

Wonwoo was already standing at the entrance of the banquet hall with his hands behind his back, eyes down on what seems like his brand new shoes and heart and mind patiently waiting for you, when you appeared before him. 

When he looks up and sees you at last, his big smile welcomes you. You can see his eyes brighten up when he sees the color of your dress and your nerves are a little bit relieved. 

“I didn’t get the memo, but I’m glad we’re matching nonetheless,” he says when he takes your hand to wrap around his arm. 

“Are you saying that this is a remarkable coincidence, Your Highness?” You teasingly reply as the two of you face the closed doors, awaiting to be opened. 

“Hmm. I think it’s our mothers,” he deducts, making you laugh. “But I’d like to call it meant to be.”

Your ears heat up at his last statement and you have to bite your lip to avoid smiling too wide. 

After a few seconds and static exchange from walkie talkies, a loud voice announces your attendance followed by opening the huge doors of the banquet hall. Inside, a number of guests not exceeding a hundred and fifty are standing from their tables, clapping as you and Wonwoo enter. 

You feel like the two of you started everything right from the very beginning until now. Your only hope is that it lasts, even just for tonight. 

Wonwoo’s family was nothing but all smiles when you met them. Brief yet sincere greetings and hugs were exchanged when your fiancé introduced you to them, the family that you’re soon-to-be part of. 

Wonwoo’s hand remained on the small of your back as you moved around the hall to meet every guest. You only got separated when his parents had to take you to different groups of people to engage and socialize. But still, from time to time, you and Wonwoo would meet eyes. 

The dance floor was opened after dinner was served. You couldn’t eat much as your nerves hindered you from doing so. It concerned Wonwoo, afraid you could be sick or not enjoying it. But you dismissed all his worries. Telling him you’re more than okay, just nervous. You finally convinced him when you held his hand. 

A little while later, Wonwoo excused himself to go to the restroom. He squeezes your shoulder and mutters a quick, “I’ll be back.” You were left to watch the King and Queen’s turn to dance their number and you cheered along with everyone watching the sweet exchange. 

So far, you are enjoying the night and as the party is nearing its end, you feel grand. 

What could possibly go wrong, right?

The presence of an ex-lover. 

Okay, that sounded spiteful, even for you. But seeing them standing from the distance and chatting had your heart dropping a little. You turn your eyes away and remind yourself that a minimal change of your expression can be noticed by the hundreds of people present at this party and you can’t let your jealousy be the trending news for tomorrow. 

You swallow the lump on your throat and plaster a smile on your face. You can’t and won’t let this get to your head. There’s nothing bad about catching up. Who knows, they may have chosen to remain friends. Even though you really don’t know how things ended between them. 

Your knuckles turn white from tightly gripping the napkin placed on your lap and your cheeks hurt from how fake you are smiling now. 

But then you ask yourself, why are you restraining yourself from going there and introducing yourself? Introduce yourself to the girl he once considered marrying. Introduce yourself as the one he’s marrying now. 

The jealous side of you is screaming for you to stand up but the lawyer side of you is telling you to stay composed and-

The lawyer in you doesn’t win tonight because before you know it, you have already stood up with feet taking you to where your fiancé is. 

Wonwoo’s back was facing you when you see and hear her giggle as you near them. You sneak behind Wonwoo, almost making his soul jump out of his body, startled by you. But when he realizes that it’s you, his tensed shoulders visibly relax.

You smile and hold his hand, purposely ignoring the other girl. “Can we dance?”

WHAT? 

Your head grows dumbfounded at your question. You can’t believe yourself.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Your Highness,” Wonwoo’s ex-girlfriend introduces herself with a curtsy before he could answer your question.

You just nod, showing no interest at all. You could feel Wonwoo growing tense again as he grips your hand tighter. 

You don’t have any intentions of staying and holding a conversation with her so you return your eyes immediately back to Wonwoo and repeat your question. “Let’s dance?”

Wonwoo didn’t hesitate to give in to your wishes, pulling you to the dance floor without looking back. 

He smiles at you and you smile at him too, the other girl long forgotten. 

Later in the night when the music died down and the crowd has dispersed, you find yourself growing guilty by your harsh and curt actions towards Wonwoo’s ex-girlfriend earlier. It was so wrong of you and the need to apologize is imperative. 

“I’m sorry about what happened earlier,” you say while looking down on the floor. You and Wonwoo just arrived in front of your room and you have to do this before the night completely ends. “It was childish of me and I… I’m really sorry.”

Silence. 

You brows furrow when you don’t hear Wonwoo reply or mutter at least anything. You’re about to raise your head but Wonwoo’s warm hands beat you to it when he holds it gently and lands a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“She’s married,” he finally says something and that something makes you look up. “But I guess you didn’t notice because you only had your eyes on me.”

You punch his chest when he laughs, definitely not appreciating his teasing tone. “I can’t believe you.”

He’s still laughing when you pull away from him. You roll your eyes before turning to your door, ready to go inside and save yourself from further embarrassment. 

Wonwoo doesn’t fail to notice and immediately takes hold of your hand, tugging you back to his arms. You avoid his eyes when leans down and tries to get you to look back at him. He smiles and sneaks a kiss on your cheek. 

“Stop it!” You warn and push him away, but it was futile. “Are you drunk?”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “No.”

“Then leave.”

“But I don’t want to,” he whines and sways your bodies from side to side.

Wonwoo is now full on hugging your whole body to his and when you return his hug, he hugs you tighter and closer. He cradles your head with one hand while the other soothingly rubs your back. 

“We were young and wanted different things back then,” he suddenly tells. “We were committed to each other but it wasn’t meant to last and as time went by, we realized we were better off as acquaintances rather than as a couple.”

You sigh and snuggle closer to his chest as you listen to his story. “What about now?”

“Hmm?” He hums as he breathes in your scent. 

“Would you still want different things, even with me?”

Wonwoo backs off a little with his arms still around yours when he heard your question. That got him thinking. But it didn’t take him long to give you a sure answer. 

“I would still, yes.” He smiles and presses his forehead against yours. “But regardless, I’d still marry you.”

Your face blushes at his confession and you try to hide away by diving back to his chest. 

Wonwoo chuckles and finds your chin to lift your head up. “I hope it’s not too late, but you really look beautiful, Princess.” 

You don’t know what has gotten to you but once you lock eyes with Wonwoo, you hold the back of his neck and gently pull him down to meet your height. You push yourself up to give him a kiss on his lips. He freezes, but quickly melts right after and captures your lips to fully kiss you. It was only supposed to be a peck, but Wonwoo had other things in mind. 

A whimper can be heard from you when he deepened the kiss and you can only wish for this night to never end.

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

Wonwoo didn’t have to answer. He just holds your hand and runs. 

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Nat’s 626 Writing/Art Challenge

Recently I made it to 1,626 followers, and I've decided to celebrate this milestone with a Writing/Art Challenge, the theme; Disney.

Art Challenge Rules; 

❤Feel free to use any of the writing Prompts below to draw inspiration from.  ❤Any Character(s) or ships are welcome. ❤You can submit more than once piece of art if you’d like.  ❤You can pick any theme that you want.  ❤Please NO dark themes ❤Please tag me. ❤You can either submit it to me or use the #nats626artchallenge ❤Deadline - 25th October 2021 

Writing Challenge Rules; ✦Below the cut are 40 writing prompts. You may combine up to 3 prompts from any of the categories. ✦You MUST send an ask claiming the prompts you wish to use.  ✦The story has to be somewhat loosely based on the prompt(s) that you choose.  ✦Have fun with it, let your imagination run wild and have fun with it.  ✦You can pick any character from any fandom you like.  ✦All Genre’s are allowed; Fluff, Angst, Smut etc.  ✦If you write anything NSFW, you MUST be over 18. ✦Please NO Dark/ Non Con Fics please.  ✦Reader Inserts, OC’s and Poly fics, Ships are welcomed.   ✦If over 500 words, you MUST use a read more button.  ✦Please Tag me.  ✦Please use the tag #nats626writingchallenge ✦Deadline - 25th October 2021. However, if you need more time feel free to message me. 

Reblogs are welcomed! 

Below the cut are the writing Prompts;

Disney AU’s  ☀Beauty and the Beast AU  ☀Cinderella AU  ☀Princess and the Frog AU  ☀Hercules AU with @thegirlwhowritesfics​  ☀Sleeping Beauty AU  ☀Snow White and the seven Dwarfs AU ☀Alice in Wonderland AU  ☀Peter Pan AU  ☀Aladdin AU  ☀Tarzan AU 

Songs;   ♬Can you feel the love tonight - The Lion King  ♬Kiss the Girl - The Little Mermaid ♬A whole New World - Aladdin  ♬I Won’t Say I’m In Love - Hercules  ♬Gaston - Beauty And The Beast ♬Almost There - Princess And The Frog ♬When Will My Life Begin - Tangled  ♬Why Should I Worry - Oliver and Company ♬Reflection - Mulan  ♬Hakuna Matata - The Lion King 

Quotes; ♛”Because when I look at you, I can feel it. And I look at you and I’m home” Dory (Finding Nemo)  ♛“Love is putting someone else’s needs before yours” Olaf (Frozen) ♛”A true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart” Hercules (Hercules) ♛”My dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it” Tiana (Princess and the Frog)  ♛”You’re mad. Bonkers. Off your head...but I’ll tell you a secret...some of the best people are.” Alice (Alice in Wonderland) ♛”Venture outside of your comfort zone. The rewards are worth it.” Rapunzel (Tangled) ♛When the world turns it’s back on you, you turn your back on the world.” Timon (The Lion King)  ♛You are braver than you believe, stranger than you seem and smarter than you think.” Christopher Robin (Winnie The Pooh) ♛”I have never felt this way about anyone. I wanna do something for her.” Beast (Beauty and the Beast) ♛”Ladies don’t start fights, but they can finish them” Marie (The Aristocats) 

Disney Clichés; ☽Love at First Sight ☽Looking to the stars for comfort @youbloodymadgenius with Ivar  ☽The Protagonist whose main flow is being awkward ☽A Princess who feels trapped ☽The odd couple hero's  ☽Badass Princess ☽Damsel in Distress ☽A loyal sidekick  ☽Magic ☽Transformation. 

Tagging those who may be interested, but no pressure to enter;  @youbloodymadgenius, @crowfootwrites, @blackgirlfandomwriter, @shannygoatgruff, @thegirlwhowritesfics @thewalkingdead-imagines @therealcalicali @angelreyesgirl @crimsonheart01, @crazzyimagines, @nev3rfound, 

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What kind of fanfics do you write?

I typically write one-shots, on occasion, I work on multi-chaptered fics. I do write smut, fluff and angst. I tend to write for Mr Tom Hiddleston, Lucifer (Netflix) and Supernatural. 

I did enjoy Vampire Diaries, Good Omens, Sherlock and The Originals once upon a time. I could attempt them, but I don’t guarantee! 

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Notes: I don’t write for Y/N or reader. I tend to write in the third person and on occasion first person. 

Also, my OCs, for the most part, have anonymous identities. I know that is quite the oxymoronic phrase, but let me explain. I try to make my work as inclusive as possible. To accomplish this, I try not to add any details that would make you believe that the character is one race over another. The idea is for the character to be uniform enough that no matter your race, you can still relate and mentally fill in details, specific to your race.

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Although I usually default to smut, I do also write non-smut fics! 

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I write fics for Tom Hiddleston's characters! That list includes Professor Hiddleston, CEO / Jaguar Villain Tom, Jonathan Pine, Loki, Dr Robert Laing, Captain James Conrad, Sir Thomas Sharpe, (Hiddleston’s rendition of) Hank Williams and Adam. I could try to give his other characters a go, but I don’t guarantee that they would be in really good characterisation.

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Dubious consent

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Incest

Underage

Suicide

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The Name Game- Lucky Number 7?: Crimson Rain chapter 6

Pairing: Bastien x Liza; Olivia Nevrakis; Hope Casey (Lykel)

Word count: 1,334

Warnings: Liza’s nerves, fluff, abuse to food? (crazy concoctions are real for Liza)

Summary: They are expecting a girl, now comes the hard part, picking a name. When the girls get involved can anyone agree, or will it all just end in headaches and hurt feelings?

A/N: It actually took me awhile to pick a name, but once I did with help from both @sirbeepsalot and @stopforamoment it clicked and it was perfect and I couldn’t imagine any other name for this sweet baby girl. Thank both of you so much for putting up with me and my many names.

Let me preface with all names mentioned are beautiful, I love them all or I wouldn’t use them, however there is only one perfect name for tadpole and I really wanted a fic with everyone throwing names around.

The next chapter has so many more and worse food combos. If you have an idea for a food combo let me know, and maybe I will include them. Also if anyone tries one of the food combos and posts proof I will happily write you a Drabble cause my muse is down right crazy with these.

Series warnings: talks of pregnancy loss, fear of pregnancy loss, anxiety, depression. Set within Crimson Rain but pulling the major pregnancy drama from the main series. All the fluff and angst with minimal mobster drama.

Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.

Disclaimer: I own my OC’s, the rest I’m simply borrowing from PB for a bit.

“So I’ve been looking up baby names.” Olivia said as she sat across from Liza lounging on the sofa, bowl of god knows what her most recent concoction was, balanced on her growing bump.

“Liv, I think Bas and I are perfectly capable of picking a name.”

Olivia chuckled. “I’m sure you are, but will it be a strong name that insights fear?”

“Liv, she’s a baby, not a warrior.”

“She’s a Lykel, she’s got two mob families she’s a part of, she should have a name that reflects that fact.”

Liza rolled her hazel eyes, she knew Olivia was merely trying to be helpful, but she really didn't want to have this conversation now. She didn’t want to jinx things by getting ahead of herself and picking a name. Next they are going to want to decorate the nursery. The thought made her stomach twist in knots, having to walk past the empty room if something went wrong. “Okay, Liv, maybe we can go over names later.” Delay the conversation as long as I can.

“Oooh are we talking baby names?” Hope’s cheerful voice broke through as she plopped next to Liza on the sofa, feet tucking under her like always.

Liza internally sighed, knowing she would be unable to get out of this discussion now. Hope had been slowly meshing into their family and she didn’t want Hope to take her unwillingness as unacceptantance of her. “If everyone is going to be included someone needs to get Bas.”

“I’ll get him!” Hope said jumping back up to her feet. And some edible snacks.” She peered into Liza’s bowl, her nose scrunching in disgust. “Pickles, popcorn and are those—”

“Raisinets!” Liza said happily popping one into her mouth. “Tadpole wanted pickles, like always and I wanted something sweet and salty like popcorn and raisinets, so I tossed them together.” She gave a shrug. “It’s pretty tasty, wanna try?” She asked holding out her bowl, hazel eyes sparkling with joy. She really did enjoy the combination but she also loved the horror on their faces when they uncovered her newest pairing.

“Nope! I’m good. I’ll go get Bas and— some edible snacks.” Hope said giving the bowl one last glance before turning on her heel and exiting the room.

“Bring back more pickles!” She held the bowl out to Olivia. “Want some?”

“I’ll pass.”

“More for me.” She shoved another handful into her mouth.

*

A few minutes later Hope returned, bowl of buttered popcorn in hand. She passed Liza a jar of pickles, as she returned to her seat.

“Thanks!” Liza exclaimed, eyes alight as she opened the jar, drizzling the juice over her popcorn mixture.

Olivia’s eyes widened in horror as she watched Liza proceed to eat the newly topped concoction moaning in delight. “If I ever have kids please stop me from eating stuff like that.”

“What does she have now?” Bastien questioned taking a seat next to Liza.  

“You don’t want to know.” Olivia replied, face twisted in disgust as she tried to keep from gagging.

“I hear we’re talking baby names.” He slipped his arm behind Liza. He bent down, whispering into her ear. “You sure you can handle this, I know you worry about making too many decisions.”

Liza nodded, his concern and understanding blanketing her in warmth. “I’ll be okay. Thanks.” She whispered back, placing a sweet kiss to his cheek. “Okay Liv, I’m sure you have a list, let’s hear them.” She turned back to face the redhead.

“You know me too well.” Olivia replies tapping on her phone. “I do in fact have a list.”

Liza fought the urge to roll her eyes. This is gonna be a long talk.

“Lysandra, it means liberator.”

“Two questions.” Liza giggled as Olivia responded with a raise of her perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “First who is she liberating, and second is she the daughter of a mobster or is she an elf or hobbit on a quest in middle earth?”

“You’re lucky you’re pregnant.”

Liza nodded in agreement, and for a moment she actually felt at peace. She finally felt lucky and less fear than she had since reading the two pink lines on the stick.

“Andraste, it means invincible.” Bastien wrinkled his nose. “Fine.” Her eyes scanned her list. “What about Callen? It means powerful.”

“It’s pretty Liv, but it just doesn’t seem right.”

“What about Astra?” Hope exclaimed, scrolling through on her own phone, bowl of popcorn forgotten.

“What does it mean?” Olivia asked.

“I don’t know I just thought it sounded pretty.”

Liza smirked as Liv rolled her eyes. The girls got along well enough, but there were times they behaved like sisters and you’d never guess they didn’t grow up with each other.

Olivia rapped at her phone. “Here is it, Astra, like a star.”

“I don’t know.” Liza said turning to Bastien who shook his head in response.

“Isa is pretty, and has a good meaning.” Olivia stayed shooting a look at Hope who stuck out her tongue. “It means strong willed.”

“Well she’s certainly that, like her mother.” Bastien teased.

“Hey, be nice! You’re stubborn too.” Bastien gave her a questioning look. “Need I remind you it took you ten years to lock it down and marry me, let alone ask me to marry you?”

“She got you there Bas.” Olivia grinned.

“Oh I have one! Lana!” Olivia looked at Hope expectantly. “And yes I looked up the meaning.” She looked back at her phone. “Lana, valuable, precious.”

“That’s really pretty.” Liza replied turning to Bastien. “Maybe her middle name?”

“Perfect.” Bastien replied kissing her nose.

Hope sat back, picking back up her abandoned popcorn, smug smile on her face.

“Okay, well she still needs a strong first name.” Olivia stayed, letting Hope’s win roll off of her. “Keren, means strength and power.”

“Keren Lana Lykel.” Bastien tested the name. “Doesn’t seem right does it?”

Liza shook her head in response. The names continued to shoot around the room, one after the other, more than Liza wanted to count. So many names they started to blend together, and it felt like every variation of names meaning strength or power had been recited, to the point the words themselves seemed to lose their meaning. Liza stretched her arms over her head as she let out a yawn. “I don’t think I can hear anymore names right now. At least we have a middle name.” She pushed herself off the couch. “I’m going to go lay down with Buttons if I can find him. We can talk more some other time.” She said before heading off to her room.

*

“Ugh.” Liza rubbed at her temples, eyes closed in defeat, shoulders sagging. “I have such a headache. Who would have thought thinking up a name for a baby would be so exhausting?” They sat and tossed names around for what seemed like hours and the only progress they’d made was a middle name; Lana—valuable, precious.

Bastien chuckled, he gently replaced her fingers with his, rubbing her temples in firm circles. “We’ll get it.” He kissed her forehead. “At least we have a middle name.”

Liza felt the tension leave her body under his skilled touch. She slowly opened her eyes, gazing into his steely grey reading all his love for her in his expression. How did I get so damn lucky?! “I feel like I need to burn a bunch of sage to cleanse the house.” Thump. Liza jumped, startled by the sudden, sharp movement. Her eyebrows knitted together. No, she couldn’t have… “Sage?” Thump. She shook her head, letting out a small laugh. Of course it would be that easy. “I kinda like it.”

“Me too.” Bastien dropped his hands from her head, cupping her stomach instead as he knelt in front of her. “Hello Sage Lana.” Thump. His smile grew as he laughed, rubbing softly where she’d kicked him. He leaned forward pressing a kiss to Liza’s bump. “Momma and Papa love you little tadpole.”

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BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 1

My first BNHA fic! It’s a slow start, but we’ll get there. I’m gonna let the story take me to the ships organically. My writing style doesn’t like forcing anything. Also working on the OC profile sketch so you guys can get a better visual :D

I’ve also noticed the reader inserts are definitely more popular within the fandom. But me being me, I like to go against the grain and made an OC instead. Or you can just imagine yourself as my OC ^_^;

The world is your hero loving oyster.

This chapter will cover a little bit of the “Two Heroes” movie and takes place post All-Might’s retirement and the start of dorm life. It will also cover everything that will be in S4. So if you don’t read the manga, it’ll be major spoilers for you :X You’ve been warned, frens.

Enjoy!

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Masterlist

With the U.A. dorms being implemented for the safety of students, Aizawa took a deep sigh, pinched his nose bridge and squeezed his eyes shut in hopes of lubricating his eyeballs and relieve some stress. With All-Might handling Midoriya’s enrollment at the moment, he had one extra business to attend to in regards to class 1-A.

“Mr. Aizawa, we’ve arrived,” the driver announced.

Thanking him upon exiting the car, the sulking sleep-deprived man looked up at the high scale apartment complex with a light breeze blowing past.

This was his fail-safe in case he can’t be there.

While there were others he’s considered for the role, Aizawa knew it had to be her; the way her mind worked set her apart from the other candidates; hell, she could even mentor someone like Yaoyorozu in expanding her battle stratagem methods.

Class 1-A’s homeroom teacher was greeted by the front desk in the lobby as he made his announcement to see someone in the Takahiro residence. Making his way to the elevators, Aizawa pressed the designated floor and rode it up in silence. Having been her homeroom teacher before, he wanted to see her progression and perhaps, push her a little bit more in becoming the hero he sees in her.

To push away the doubts and darkness from her past that constantly cloud her heart.

The moment his feet carried him to the apartment, the door swung open to reveal a middle-aged woman slightly shorter than him with tied up brownish pink hair and hazel green eyes.

“Ah, sensei! Welcome!”

“Thank you for seeing me at such short notice, Mrs. Takahiro,” the man greeted with a soft bow before entering to remove his shoes. “Especially with your busy schedule at the moment.”

“Oh it’s no trouble at all!” she happily responded. “And please: call me Victoria. My last name makes me sound like an old lady.”

Making idle small talk, Victoria led Aizawa into the living room from the foyer. A girl with short rose gold coloured wavy hair could be seen curled up on the couch, reading a book. A teapot with three cups of tea had already been prepared on the coffee table.

“Ren. Aiwawa-sensei’s here.”

She looked up to meet his tired obsidian eyes.

“Oh. Welcome sensei,” she softly greeted and closed the book. “What brings you here?”

“Lots of things.”

He softly huffed as he settled himself down on the couch opposite of her. Ren set her book down to give her full attention.

“Ah, is it about the dormitory format for the upcoming semester?” she asked. “That’s one of the things I wanted to discuss with you and your mother.” “But we already submitted the proper paperwork for it.” Victoria sat down next to her daughter. “Did we fill out something wrong?” “No not at all,” Aizawa responded and leaned forward with clasped hands, making eye contact with the two. “This is a bit sudden, but I’ll cut right to the chase: Ren, I’d like you to move to 1-A.”

His request was met with sudden confused silence.

“I’m sorry, what now?” Ren chirped out with a blank expression. “I’m rather confused too,” Victoria agreed. “She’s already a second year...” ”Am I being left behind?” “Allow me to elaborate: I’d like Ren to be the Resident Advisor for 1-A’s dorms,” he clarified. “I think you’d be a great asset to further develop the class’ bonds and abilities as heroes.”

“While it seems like a good idea and all...” Ren’s mother trailed off with a look of concern. “Do you think she’s ready for that big of responsibility? Given what’s been going on lately with villain attacks and some of your students being caught in the crossfire...”

“That’s exactly why I’d like your daughter to help them. Her first-hand experience and knowledge would know best in how to maximize survivability in those situations. And to talk some sense into them when their hero complexes get out of hand.”

Both mother and daughter let out an uncomfortable sigh the moment those words left Aizawa’s lips. Ren tightly gripped the hem of her long black t-shirt, physically trying to repress those memories as she stared down at her now white knuckles.

“Of course, it’s a big adjustment on your end and I’m not expecting an answer immediately,” he continued with a sympathetic tone. “But let me ask you this: what kind of a hero do you want to be?”

Her head immediately jolted up to meet Aizawa’s serious expression. It was a question he’s asked her time and time again during her first year, as if to remind her the reason for being at U.A.

“Would you rather be the character in a story where you’ll let your misfortunes dictate your life or overcome it and be the tragic hero?”

“Aizawa-sensei,” Victoria interjected, feeling rather defensive. “You of all people should know this is a very big ask. May I ask your reasoning behind it?”

He let out a heavy sigh before answering and looked down at his tea cup.

“Out of my years at U.A., this is the first time I’ve felt the real limitations of my role as a teacher and as a pro hero.”

“You’re talking about USJ and Kamino incidents...” Ren plainly said.

“Exactly. I need someone I can fully trust to support me and the students when something happens.”

“I see…” She looked down at a random spot on the floor, feeling unsure how to answer. “But there’s gotta be other students my year who are better suited for this.”

“I have considered your classmates, even some from the support course...” Aizawa began. “But they lack the one thing you have: the ability to have a clear mind when facing chaos.”

“You speak too highly of me, sensei...” The girl’s face expressed anxiety. “I can’t help but think you chose those words to appeal to my ego.”

“I’m just seeing the things you don’t see in yourself,” Aizawa bluntly stated. “So, if we agree to this...” Victoria chimed in. “What will Ren have to do?”

“She’ll still go to her classes as usual. But as I mentioned, she’ll be living in 1-A’s dorms to supervise the students in case anything happens, be it a fist fight or a break-in. She’ll also be a confidant for them to help with their mental and emotional growth in order to become better future heroes.”

Before the discussion could continue on, a mobile phone’s shrill ring filled the silence at the far end of the room. Victoria apologized for the intrusion and went to immediately grab it. She can be faintly heard speaking in Dutch as she made her way into the home office.

“Your mom… knows a lot of languages,” Aizawa praised.

“It’s because of her quirk, Polyglot,” Ren answered and picked up her cup of lukewarm tea and took a small sip. “It allows her to know every known speaking language without having to pick up a book on it. Pretty handy, given her job and all.”

A short silence filled the two.

“When… do you need an answer from me?” “Two days.” “That’s not a lot of time huh.” “It really isn’t. I’m sorry to impose this on you, but would you please give it some thought?” Ren gave a small nod, still feeling uneasy about the proposal.

“Ah my apologies,” Victoria said in Japanese while walking back to the living room. “Just a small work emergency.”

“No, no it’s fine. I think I’ve covered everything any way.”

Aizawa took a quick sip of tea before standing up from his seat, with the two following suit.

“We’ll need to hear your response in two days,” he reiterated. “If you have any questions, feel free to reach out.”

“Given what the teachers have to do at the moment, it can’t be helped. We’ll have a proper discussion about it. Thank you, Aizawa-sensei,” Ren’s mom said and bowed. “I’ll show you out.”

Watching the two adult’s backs shrink down the hallway, Ren took a shaky breath. Her, a leader of one of the most rambunctious hero classes that’s ever graced U.A.? They must be desperate, she thought.

–

After washing the dinner dishes, Ren showered up and entered her room. Letting out a long sigh, the day’s event replayed through her head. Her thoughts were interrupted with a soft melodic ring from her mobile phone; it was Melissa calling. She immediately sat down on the comfort of her bed before picking up.

“Ah, Mel!” she answered in English. “You finally got back to me.” “Yeah sorry! So much has happened!” “Are you okay? I saw on the news what happened.” “Just a few bruises and scratches. I’m fine.” “What about your dad? I mean...” “He’s cooperating with the authorities right now to get leniency on his sentence. Sam, however, didn’t make it… He lost too much blood from the gunshot wound.”

A quick beat of silence sat between the two girls.

“I’m… sorry to hear that… But you’re not gonna get kicked off of I-Island are you? You can always stay with us–” “Ren I’ll be fine,” Melissa reassured. “You’re always such a worrier.” “It’s because you’re not and always have your head in developing support items,” she huffed.

All she could do is agree and laugh. Ren and Melissa Shield were childhood friends from when she still lived in California. Despite her being a year older, she was practically a sister from another mister.

“I also heard some U.A. students were there to help All-Might when stuff went down.”

“Oh yeah! They were all so amazing! Their quirks were so powerful!” Melissa excitedly spoke and told her about everyone she met; it was mostly about someone named Midoriya Izuku though since he stuck by her from the get go and Uraraka Ochaco.

“Hm, they sound like an interesting bunch. What year are they?” “From what I can remember, Deku said they’re all first years.” “First year...” Ren mumbled and flopped down on her bed.

The dots connected and her shoulders jolted up.

“Ah. Could it be… class 1-A… by any chance?” her voice quivered out. “I think so… Why do you ask?”

She told Melissa everything that happened earlier in the day about Aizawa’s proposal in regards to her being an R.A.

“Well what do you think? Are you up for the challenge?” “I dunno,” Ren groaned out and face palmed. “It just makes me sound like a glorified babysitter. And I have to start thinking about where I’ll do my work-study soon. I don’t wanna rely on my mom for money forever.” “I get where you’re coming from...” Melissa began. “But you don’t have to decide on that until later on anyways. So I say go for it! You shouldn’t limit yourself to only the things you can do well.” “Yeah, I guess.”

Chatting for a bit longer, the two friends said their good nights and hung up.

The next day felt like it came too soon. Ren decided to wake up a little earlier to catch her mom before she left for work; she knew she’d be back late tonight. She also had to start packing up her stuff to be sent to the dorms. Shuffling out of her room in a sleepy daze, she managed to peek one eye open wide enough to see the back profile of her mom.

“Oh morning, sweetie. You’re up early,” her mom greeted while reaching for the house keys in the foyer. Ren started mumbling incoherently.

“Really now. I know my quirk can understand everything, but that’s just being disrespectful,” her mom teased.

Rubbing her face to wake herself up a bit more, she let out a long sigh before trying again.

“Mom, I’m gonna do it.” Victoria took a beat to process what her daughter just said. “I had a feeling you would...” her mom said with a small smile. “Your eyes looked restless yesterday.”

Victoria came up to her daughter and wrapped her in a tight embrace, with her returning it.

“Your dad and brother would agree too… They are the reason why you wanted to be a hero in the first place.”

All Ren could do was nod into her mother’s shoulder, increasing the strength of her hug. They survived their personal hell; being a glorified babysitter is just another item on the list.

“This doesn’t mean I’ll worry any less,” her mom sniffled. “You’re gonna give me more wrinkles.” “I’ll try my best not to and contact you on the weekends,” Ren reassured.

Releasing from the hug, Victoria sighed and softly cupped her daughter’s face to get a good look at her.

“Sometimes I feel like you’re growing up too fast and before I know it, you’ll be out there everyday saving people from danger… I can’t help but feel proud and scared at the same time.”

All she could respond with was a small smile and sad eyes; no matter what she could say, it’d offer her mother no comfort whatsoever. Ever since losing her dad and brother from when they lived in California, all they could do was rely on each other after moving to Japan. Even when they had strong disagreements, the two of them always manage to talk it out at the end of it all.

While Ren was busy packing up her life at home, Victoria handled the rest of the details regarding her daughter taking on the position with Aizawa. With everything close to finalization, the mid-summer heat in August slowly waned as the new lives for U.A. students began at the recently built dormitories.

The only thing she was looking forward to was not having to take trains during the morning rush hour anymore. Despite having first day jitters back at school, her schedule was packed to the brim: not only did she have to show up for dorm orientation with her class, she then has to run down to 1-A afterwards so Aizawa could introduce her. And then, she has to unpack and go over her duties with the class.

Thankfully, her orientation ended early and she had a bit of time to hang out with her friends before making her way over to 1-A. They found a good shaded spot outside the dorms to chill out.

“I think I bit off more than I can chew...” Ren tiredly blurted out to her friends and sighed heavily as she fanned herself with her hand. Cicadas could be heard chirping loudly around the tree-covered campus. “This damn heat’s not helping either. I just wanna sleep.”

“But man, for Aizawa-sensei to pick you to look after the problem children...” her friend Seri remarked, admiring her newly manicured nails. “That’s rough.”

“Y’think he’s doin’ this on purpose to torture ya?” her other friend Tomoe teased and took a sip from her juice box.

“No, no. He doesn’t have time for stuff like that,” Ren waved it off. “He seemed pretty serious ‘bout it.” “It does suck though. I was really lookin’ forward to being in dorms with you,” Seri pouted. “You’re only sad ‘cus you won’t be able to raid my room to copy my homework and eat my snacks,” Ren half-jokingly pointed out, only to be responded with a hearty giggle. “Ya know me too well, Ren-Ren.”

She quickly looked at her mobile phone and her watch for the time.  Her eyeballs immediately bolted out of her sockets.

“Oh crap! I have to go. Like, right now.” “Ehh? I thought you had more time to hang!” Tomoe exclaimed. “I thought so too! Until I realized my watch is dead! Oh holy shit!” “And there it is: the Takahiro Special,” Seri deadpanned with a chuckle.

Ren hurriedly gathered her belongings and ran off shouting, “I’ll text you guys later!”

After mad dashing for 10 minutes in the oppressive humid heat, the rose colored haired girl barely made it to the entrance to 1-A. Huffing heavily at the door and dripping with sweat from her forehead, she pushed it open to see the backs of the entire class with Aizawa’s ebony black hair peeking up.

“Sorry...” she gasped out in between breaths with one hand on the door, the other on her knee for support. “Watch… dead… time...”

“It’s fine,” Aizawa quickly replied in his monotone voice. “Just get in here already.”

Slowly making her slumped form up to where 1-A’s homeroom teacher was, Ren could already feel their excited and curious eyes on her.

“Before I leave, I have one more announcement: This slumping bag of sweat here will be your new Resident Advisor,” he stated and looked to the side at her. Excited chatter started up among the class. “Hey, introduce yourself. You’ve caught your breath right?”

She took a deep breath before standing straight up to face the class, wiping some sweat from her face with her sleeve; she can only hope she looks presentable right now.

“I’m second year Takahiro Ren and will be living with you in this dorm for the duration of your first year,” she introduced with a small smile. “You can just call me ‘Ren.’ I’ll do my best to help you all.”

“Takahiro will be helping me keep an eye on you all,” Aizawa interjected. “If you wish to regain my trust given recent events, I assure you do not want to anger her. She’s tough enough to contend with the 3rd years and will make light work of you zygotes.”

Ren immediately flicked her head in his direction, eyes widened. “W-w-wait wait wait! Aizawa!” she stuttered out in a state of panic. “Don’t say somethin’ like–”

“Well, I’ll leave you all to it in unpacking your rooms,” the scruffy teacher ignored her pleas and continued on. “I’ll give you an explanation tomorrow of how things will operate from now on. You’re dismissed.”

“Yes, sir!” the rest of the class greeted as Aizawa left.

“Senseiii!!!!!!!” 1-A’s R.A. shouted at the disappearing figure and groaned dejectedly. “You’re not gonna make this easy, are you?”

“There, there,” one of the girls came up to give a comforting pat on her shoulder. She looked up to see a bright smile from a girl with pink skin and hair. “Aizawa-sensei’s always been that kinda person.”

“No I’m sure this is karma...” Ren muttered out with a dark look in her hazel green eyes. “I gave him a hard time last year, even after he expelled almost the entire class.”

“Ehhh?! You mean that actually happened?!” some of the boys exclaimed. “We thought it was just an empty threat!” a boy with long spiky blond hair said.

“Hm? No.” She looked up to face the group of boys to her right. “He called them garbage heroes with no potential. Expelling first years has been his signature at U.A. . Quite Darwinistic, but understandable. You can’t have the hero market saturated with the ones who can’t do their job right. We’d have no jobs by the time we graduate.”

The entirety of 1-A could only stand there in shock.

“Honestly, I was surprised the class was so big when I walked in,” Ren sheepishly confessed with a side grin to match it. “So you must’ve done something to really impress him.”

As expected of Aizawa-sensei, class 1-A collectively thought in despair and huffed a sigh heavy enough for their souls to leave their physical bodies. Feeling the gloom exuding out, she had to quickly divert their thoughts.

“A-anyway!” She clapped her hands to gather everyone’s attention again. “Let’s unpack our stuff first and then we can talk some more.”

Everyone went about their own tasks in settling into their new home.

Finally finding her room on the 4th floor, she changed out of her school uniform and into an over-sized white tank top with a black sports bra peeking underneath and loose sport shorts that came down to her knees before getting down to business.

Before they knew it, the early late summer night crept into view. Exhausted from their efforts, those who finished made it down to the common room to relax.

Ren, however, had been staring at one specific box intensely for the past 15 minutes from her bed. While her room was in order, the presence of that one box irked her to no end. She tied her hair up into a messy bun, revealing her fresh undercut and getting lost in her thoughts. The verdana door was open to get some fresh air in.

Did she subconsciously pack it by accident?

No. She was sure she left it back home with her mom. Shaking her leg nervously and chewing on the tip of her right thumb, she decided to shove it into her closet for now and deal with it later.

Making her way to the elevators, the doors opened up to reveal a boy with spiky ash blond hair; he was wearing a scowl on his face with closed eyes.

Bakugou Katsuki.

He casually walked past her on his way back to his room.

“H-Hey, Bakugou-kun,” Ren greeted with a hint of nervousness, already aware of his infamous temper. “You’re all settled in?” “Yeah, I’m ‘bout to go sleep. Those idiots downstairs are sayin’ somethin’ ‘bout a room contest. I don’t want them extras bargin’ in my space.” “Ah I see. Then I’ll–” “Takahiro-senpai.”

She turned to meet the explosive boy’s ruby red eyes currently glaring at her with intent, sizing her up.

“Aizawa-sensei... He said you were strong.” “W-well, not really. It’s just Aizawa doin’ his usual–” she stuttered out. “Don’t gimme that crap,” he growled out in annoyance. “If you weren’t, he would’ve expelled you.”

Bakugou then flashed her his signature cocky grin and pointed his thumb to himself.

“Fight me. Right now. I wanna see your strength with my own eyes.” “It’s against school rules for upperclassmen to fight underclassmen outside the designated fields without a teacher present,” she plainly stated, as if reading from the school manual and crossed her arms.

Clicking his tongue, he walked away from Ren. The door to Bakugou’s room could be heard opening and closing.

It’s just as his file says, he’s sharp, she thought. Definitely someone who you can’t let your guard down around.

A close-to-mid range fighter too. If they ever face off, he’ll prove to be troublesome.

“Wait a minute...” she muttered to herself and realized something. Running back into her room, she opened her top desk drawer and took out the roster file Aizawa gave her on 1-A. Separating out each student’s profile by their fighting range type, she slammed her hand onto the desk angrily.

“So that’s your game. I totally got baited,” she huffed out in defeat.

Screw the whole “I need someone trustworthy to have my back.”

Aizawa just wanted her to work on her weakness in confronting close-range fighters!

And half of them made up this class! As expected of Eraser Head, having eyes everywhere. Inwardly groaning at the realization, muffled footsteps and chatter could be heard going past her door outside.

“Whadaya think?! Isn’t it cute?!”

That’s Ashido’s voice. That means... Oh crap.

The room contest.

Chapter 2

[naruto-fantasy-week]

GUIDELINES and FAQS

What you can make: Art, fic, edits, headcanons of all sorts, from whatever universe, crossover, or fantasy genre of YOUR choosing—even original worlds—featuring Naruto and fantasy! All characters welcome!

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    When is it?

From July 1st to July 7th, 2020.

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- ALL: Put the prompt you are filling in the post.

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- WRITERS: use a read more cut for length PLUS any sensitive content.

- N.S.F.W. ARTISTS: be aware of Tumblr constraints on their work (below).

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All ships are welcome!  

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We will not reblog incestuous romantic ships (sibling/sibling, parent/child, etc). 

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     Can I repost art or fic that I didn't make?

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     I have already posted a complete fantasy-themed art/fic. Can I reuse it for this event?

Unfortunately, at this time we are NOT allowing people to recycle work posted before July. This is because it is unfair to other content creators who have waited until the event to put their work online.

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     Can I submit previews of my work before July?

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     What sort of alternate or fantasy universes are accepted?

All of them! From urban fantasies to Hogwarts’ Great Hall to the Fields of Mordor, to a more magical version of the Naruto canon, we want to see what you make!

So choose your favorite enchanted saga and sprinkle some shinobis in there! The only real requirement is to keep it fantasy-related.

    We don't have any AU-themed prompts this year, but I want to do a Harry Potter AU. What should I do?

Easy! You can fill any prompts with any AU of your choice, i.e., a cursed magic prompt for a Harry Potter AU (like his scar, or a horcrux), or a LOTR AU with "Old Gods" or "Mythical". So long as fantasy features in some way, your only limit is your imagination!

    I read the prompts list and I'm a bit confused about X prompt(s). Should I just take them as I understand them?

Yes! If a particular prompt inspires you, interpret it as you wish!

So long as your content has magic, and follows all event rules, it will count as participating in Naruto Fantasy Week.

     Do we have to use both prompts for one day, or can we only use one?

We made it two prompts per day to give you all the options! If only one inspires you, then do only that one!

     One of your prompts includes multiple things, (like Knights, Dragons & Druids). Do I have to include all three?

Nope! As always, as long as it includes fantasy themes plus at least one part of the prompt (eg, dragons), feel free to do what inspires!

    Do we have to do all fourteen prompts?

Wow, that would be a lot - that we’d love to see! But the answer is -

No, only if they inspire you!

    Is this event limited strictly to Naruto canon characters?

So long as a fantasy prompt and canon Naruto characters feature in some way, you can include original characters (OCs) as well. The same goes for crossover and Boruto characters.

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[dorks6]

Hi! I don’t have much friends into Day6 or kpop as a whole so I went and found a stranger who’s a myday😂to ask for some help. I’m thinking about doing a fanfiction on wattpad for either YoungK or Dowoon and I have no idea what kpop idol do I want for the female lead, idk who would make a good pair with them and I don’t know if I should include instruments?

Hi, sweet anon! Can I call you fic anon, in case you feel like coming back for further conversation? I should go to bed, but I’ve been thinking about this for a while, so here we go.

First of all, I don’t know how you picked me out of all blogs, but I feel like you accidentally chose one of the worst people to come to! Both because I am new to kpop and do not know many idols, which is part of your inquiry, and for the way I view fanfics. But since you did come to me, I will respond honestly.

***Disclaimer: everything beneath is my OPINION. I do not proclaim it to be universal truth.***

I love fanfiction. I fully endorse writing and reading it - I’ve read some of most magical writing I’ve encountered in fanfictions and I, myself, have grown a lot through writing it. However, it can also be tricky and real people fanfiction, double so, in my opinion.

Mostly because you have to get them right in many small and more significant ways for it to qualify as fanfiction, not just your original work with your OCs that have faceclaims. Which, by the way, is also completely fine. And I would encourage anyone go out and write that. Even if the OCs are inspired by someone in particular. But it’s not fanfic entirely.

Now, there are many ways to go about embedding reflection of a real person in a fanfic. Both through plot points and references in passing. Mention things that are widely known as them, though be critical if it is not just fandom’s outlook of them, instead of actual truth (e.g. Sungjin being anti-touching). For example, if you were to write Dowoon as a kindergarden or elementary school teacher, you could make reader feel it’s really Dowoon with things like:

The kids love him because of his accent and slightly muffled/mumbling speech

Has cooky humor sense, like it’s somehow almost too much and so frank, but absolutely lovable??

He decides he should learn to sing to sing to his students (female lead can be the teacher!)

Could also be to encourage an insecure child partake in some singing/festival activities, especially if they have some issues with speech as well

Will accept compliments seemingly confidently (as seen on ASC), but actually be pretty damn flustered

Ears getting red!!

Enjoys gaming in his free time

Hates mosquitos

Food, color favorites referenced, if known

Sometimes there are exceptions to these rules, for example Anti is pretty much character Jack plays and you can go much wilder there, filling gaps as you please, especially based on all the empty space left by ‘canon’. But with kpop, this doesn’t seem like a very real possibility, unless you write about a role they assumed in MV.

Now, the moment shipping comes in play, it becomes even more complicated. In particular, if you write 2 actual people in. You have to know them both well enough to portray them convincingly and in way that’s fair and also make their interactions. Now, in actual fiction fanfiction this is easier, because we often have approximate same amount information or both or can easily fill gaps with imagination, without it being speculations about actual person. And the fact you don’t even know who could be good fit makes it even more difficult - you’d, IMO, have to do bunch of thinking and looking around. Or you could very well toss some of these limitations out and use an OC!

Now, as for the setting, I think this is where you can go as ham as you want!! As long as you get characteristics down and can portray them in the setting, write whatever you want! And you can pick so much as inspiration! For example, Wonpil wanted to be lawyer as a child! Imagine that - he’d either be the Coolest, Most Suave Looking Lawyer you’ve encountered (think Youth Pt. 2 promo shots except reasonable suit), who turns out to be big goofball when you get to know him, or you actually first meet him as one and think he cannot be competent, but he somehow actually is and Looks That Good in a Suit. Just as an example that is far from polished.

Again, returning to the idea about female leads, I do not know enough female idols at all as people, exception being more knowledgeable with Lee Hyori, who is happily married and 13 years older than even Jae. So I am incapable of helping you on this front, I am sorry.

And on finishing touch, again, I think this is my opinion. And honestly, fan fic is for having fun! So you can write what you want! Just, personally, I think that if it is about real people, you should tread a little more thoughtfully, especially since people have tendency to bother idols/actual people with such content. Which is another reason I do not like thought of Two Idol Fanfic, because you’re encouraging kind of gossipy, speculating thing. Would you enjoy if someone wrote fanfic, or even porn, about you and random person from your school or work you’ve met only in passing? Perhaps that is personal preference, but I for sure would absolutely hate that.

[take-me-tom-hiddleston]

800 FOLLOWERS - DRABBLE REQUESTS NOW OPEN

Omg, guys, I can’t believe there’s so many of you! 800 FOLLOWERS. WOW. I don’t even know how so many of you even give one flying flip about what I have to say, but I ain’t complaining! Thank you so much for the follows, laughs, quality fic, general nerd chaos, and, above all, the friendships!

SO TO CONVEY MY GRATITUDE FOR YOU ALL, I thought this may be a good opportunity to hone my skills at writing drabbles (as in, less than 1k) for you guys! To be honest, I think as a fic writer I’m kind of known for being extraordinarily long-winded. I don’t think that’s a bad thing, but drabbles are just something that I think would be a beneficial challenge for me.

(BTW...1k will be my next milestone and I would love to host my first full fledged writing challenge for everyone to get involved with soooo hopefully this might help bring in some more frans!)

SO, ANYWAY I LOVE YOU ALL AND FOR DEETS ON MAH DRABBLE REQUESTS CLICK THE READ MOAR:

1. To request a drabble, you don’t have to be following me, but it’d be great if you were!

2. Request any character you want, but if it’s something I just ain’t feeling...I can’t guarantee it will get written (If you guys follow me, you’ll know who my faves are *cough* Loki *cough* Bucky *cough* Steve *cough* and so on).

I’d also like to take the time that obviously my main focus is Marvel, but I’d also be interested in characters like Thomas Sharpe, Edith Cushing, Jonathan Pine, etc. (Also any of you Ruin people out there…I’m always down to write moar for my darling OC Aemilia, if that tickles anyone’s fancy).

3. Same goes for ships! I have a pretty wide range of ships (Winterfrost, Stony, Steggy, Frostiron, M’Bucky, WW3some, Stoki, Character x OC/Reader...the list goes on forever and could also totally venture into platonic relationships too, which is precisely why I’m leaving it kind of open-ended), but if it’s a pairing I don’t personally go for, I’ll private message you and maybe we can come up with another pair you’d like!

Also, as a quick note, I am not a romantic Stucky shipper. However, even though I’m lukewarm over them at best, if you’ve REALLY got a guuuud prompt…throw it my way, I’ll think on it. I can imagine a few of you will take this as a challenge to properly sway me haha.

4. I’ll totally take NSFW requests, but again, if it’s something I personally am not into...please respect that.

5. Also, as an aside! I have no idea how many requests I may get, but if I somehow get blown out of the water with them, I will let you all know when I close submissions.

6. I will tag everything with #tmth800, so keep a look out for that!

Please no:

NO nsfw requests with underage characters! 

Incest (…I’d make an exception for Jonerys though, cause Jonerys. Don’t @ me)

Noncon/dubcon

Thanos. Like, I will write nothing with that asswipe unless it’s to brutally kill him.

Finally, here are some prompts! Feel free to pick from these, combine a couple, or come up with your own! These are just here to use as you will!

Quotes

“Why are you in my bed?”

“Quick, kiss me and pretend to be my bf/gf.”

“Oh now, she’s/he’s hot.”

“Whose baby is that?!”

“I’m so sorry. God, I’m so sorry.”

“Hurry up and get in the car before the cops catch up!”

“Is that wine or blood on your shirt?? Never mind, I don’t wanna know.”

“Why are you here?”

“How could you?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Oh God, that’s my new boss??”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“What do you mean we got married last night??”

“Don’t you know how to knock?”

“I thought I could do this, but I was wrong.”

“I love you, dumbass/idiot/insult of your choice.”

“You disgust me. Cuddle me harder.”

“It’s your turn with the baby.”

“Why are you calling me from jail...again?”

“I didn’t expect you to wait forever.”

Anything else you come up with!

AUs/Tropes (cause I could read these situations over and over and never get bored)

Coffee shop

College professor

Musicians

Royalty

Victorian/Regency Era

One bed *le gasp*

Pretend dating

Trapped in an elevator/closet/etc.

ohmygod they were roommates

Hot single parent/broke af babysitter

Wrong apartment

Sex pollen (do they still call it that? Wow I’ve been in fanfic a long time lol)

Escort

Vampire lover

Enemies to lovers

Friends with benefits

Again, anything else you come up with!

Thank you guys again! I love you all, and hopefully I can properly thank you with some mini fic you all can enjoy!

[lupienne]

Comic Negan Fic Recs!

Here’s a little list of Comic Negan (or at least comic-leaning) fanfiction! These are all great authors and entertaining fics. If you’re looking for that good ole original Negan fiction(with each author’s personal twist, of course)... check these out. And if you like them, of course, shoot a nice comment their way. :)

In no particular order:

Stigmatic by Redisunamused (217). Follow Negan's POV as he leads the Saviors in what starts off as comic canon, before venturing into wonderfully AU territory. Also featuring Red's most excellent OCs; she is truly a master at crafting real, well-rounded and interesting characters. She also has such a talent for writing Negan true to the comics and yet making her own unique version of his character as well. The plotline of this story is always moving forward as the Saviors travel through the highs and lows of life in the apocalypse. On ff.net On A03

Red has also done some AU series within the Stigmatic verse:

Phlegmatic: which is an AU take on Alice and Negan if they had met before the ZA. On ff.net On A03

Haematic which is another pre-ZA AU take where Negan struggles to raise his and the late Lucille's daughter, Lulu (and her pet lobster, Crusty!), all by his lonesome. On ff.net On A03

Fics by Harleyquinzel. She has quite a few Negan fics, most of which are nice bite-sized reads and quite enjoyable. Here's three of my favorites.

His Favorite Girl Smut involving Negan and his favorite girl... why, who else but Lucille the Vampire bat?

Making Like A funny and sexy Negan/Rick fic.

One Night Stand Negan and Olivia smut. Hell yeah.

And here is her complete TWD list

We’ll Call it Even by DarylDixonGrimes: A delicious and fantastically written snarky smut fic with Daryl and Negan, where upon delivering goods to Negan, Daryl can’t resist our favorite bad boy’s ‘charm’ much longer. The snark is great, and the smut is yumm!

A Wolf at the Door by Misterkingdom: A very well-written fic where Negan makes sure Rick knows who the King Dick Motherfucker is around here.

Beautiful Tragedy by Redisunamused (217): Yet another gem by this master writer of ole Negan. However, RM (aka ‘Rude Motherfucker’) the OC of this story, doesn’t see Negan in the most flattering light. One of Negan’s (aka ‘Dumpy’s) wives, she uses his perks to support her ongoing drug addiction, that is, until Negan takes note…and he doesn’t approve. The dialogue in this story is absolutely a riot, as RM’s mouth and thoughts are every bit as vulgar and outrageous as Negan’s! On ff.net On A03

Redisunamused also has quite a few shorter fare for those that balk at lengthier stories (but trust me, they are worth every word!) My personal favorites are The Cleansing which is a pitch-back affair, Negan's Number What? (a birthday present to me a few years ago, and the hottest Negan/Sherry smut EVER!), and Non-NEGotiable which is a Stigmatic smut where Negan loses a bet and his ass to Alice. On ff.net On A03

The Life of Negan & Lucille by TeamCarlisle: Based off the ‘Here’s Negan’ backstory, it’s Negan and Lucille’s pre-apocalypse days before it all fell apart. Sweet and yet heartbreaking, it’s a treat to see Negan in his pre-Savior days. But get your tissues out for this one!

Recollection by Redisunamused (217): Another goodie by 217, this is based off the ‘Here’s Negan’ backstory and contains part of his life with Lucille. On ff.net On A03

Embracing the Apocalypse by Embracetheapocalypsewithme (SomewhatSlightyDazed) Sanctuary and the Saviors has gained a new member, Rebecca, who struggles to find a foothold in this new society, but soon has captured the attention of Negan. He himself has been newly reinstated as the Savior's leader and is also on unsure ground, unlike his previous bout of leadership. The two share a similar sense of humor and a need for a new start, but nothing is ever easy in the post-apocalyptic world.

This is yet another story that captures the charm, awkwardness and humor of Comic Negan, and features a very funny OC as well. Very much worth a read!

SomewhatSlightyDazed also has several shorts (mostly smutty, but a few aren't.) They're great for a quickie. A quick read, that is. ;) My personal favorites are: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School, Guys Like Him (Olivia and Negan, always a treat!), and Double-Dare (Smutty threesome with Negan and his wives. Yum!)

Through the Valley by Dusty Cookie Another merry jaunt into Sanctuary and the lives of the Saviors. Several Saviors, while out on a run, spot a female apparently living all on her lonesome and think she might be a good asset for Sanctuary. Now Negan just has to convince her she has a place there, and our story begins. :)

Dusty writes an absolutely fantastic Negan and her OCs are also well-written and interesting. Her dialogue and overall writing style is also so entertaining, witty, and just a pleasure to read. On ff.net on A03

Dusty also has several short fics that are all equally great... but watch out for that catty Miss Fiona in The Hand that Feeds!

Tender Prey by bigcatsandkatanas I'm very bad and haven't reviewed this one yet. I haven't read a lot of them, so maybe it's a bit pre-mature to say, but I think this is my favorite Regan fic. We have a bit more of a humble and lonely Negan due to his incarceration by good ole Prick Grimes, and it makes for one smutty tale I adore. Negan is written really great in this and despite being mostly smut, it's also got some nice character moments for Negan. I really like it.

Imagines by Rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts. She writes many imagines for Negan/TWD/and other fandoms. She's got a lot of them but here are my personal favorites thus far:

A secret affair with Negan in prison

Negan/Rick

Negan/Rick

Imagine Negan and Lucille...

Imagine Negan wants to have sex with you

Imagine overhearing Negan talk about his feelings for you

Imagine Negan wants you to call him daddy

Here's her masterlist as well:

Wham-Bam by grab-my-boner A nice smutty treat with Negan and Olivia. Honestly, there needs to be more of these two!

Breaking the News by grab-my-boner A short that really crushes your heart as Negan finds out about Lucille's cancer.

Gifts by redheadedwhat A nice little Negan/OC smut for your reading pleasure. Some humorous bits and of course, some very lovely smut.

Hurt by opheliadawnwalker3 Perhaps leaning more towards TV Negan, this is still a really good (and heart-wrenching) short about Negan and Lucille and her very bad news.

Satellite Days by Kinkozan After the Whisperer War, Negan has been living in an old outpost from the Savior days, and he finds himself in the company of Toni, another survivor who isn't quite welcome around her old communities anymore either. They must try to survive in their new environment, as well as survive each other.

Backspin by Kinkozan Negan's wife Charli's plans of giving him a much-deserved spanking and trying to assert herself in the relationship might come back to bite her in the ass. Smut and angst.

Last (and most certainly least) are my (Lupienne's) Negan fanfictions as well. On A03 On ff.net (I don't have them all on there, but if you prefer reading on this site...)

I've got a bunch of Negan fics bookmarked to read, so in the future I might either reblog or just repost this list yet again. And as always, feel free to comment with any fics you might know of that feature good ole Comic Negan! In the meantime, hopefully some of these will entertain and meet your fancy!

And if you’d like, please reblog to give these authors some more exposure. :)

[myriadimagines]

RULES/FAQ

General

I accept gif imagine, headcanon, preference, and drabble requests. Here is a post detailing how to request them, and examples to help you if you need help! 

Please check my description to see which requests are open! 

I do not take one shot/fic requests. All one shots I write are on my own accord. 

Make sure that your request has a specific scenario. Sending me just a character and/or simply asking me for ‘fluff’ or ‘angst’ is not sufficient enough, and I will turn you down and ask for a full request.

Alternatively, don’t make an outside reference when sending me a request, like referencing a movie/scene from a show or a different character. Half the time, I won’t even know what you’re reference, and I’d prefer if you were just specific with what you want. 

It helps if you specify the type of relationship you want between the reader and the character! Obviously not necessary, but it helps me to know how to write things if I know if a relationship is platonic, familial, romantic etc rather than me having to guess/leave it ambiguous

Specify a character’s full name and the fandom they’re from!

If you have multiple requests, please send them in separate asks!

If your request doesn’t follow my rules, or you don’t pay attention to what’s open in my description, I’ll have to turn you down (or I’ll just delete your ask, depends how tired I’m feeling) 

If I’ve asked you to clarify your request in some way, resend the whole request to me. It’s not very helpful for you to just send me on clarifying detail without the context of the request, because I’ve got a full inbox and won’t remember what your original request was. 

If you make a request, reblogging your request when it’s posted is appreciated! This is obviously not a concrete rule because I can’t control what you reblog, but reblogs are the least we can do to support content creators on this site!

All that aside, don’t be embarrassed/worried to make a request! As long as it follows the rules and is for a fandom I write, I’ll be happy to do it!

Important

What do you NOT write?

Real people/celebrities

Smut or anything explicitly NSFW

Crossovers, even within the same universe if the characters do not interact (e.g I will write crossovers in the Arrowverse, but not in the MCU and The Defenders). 

Character x character ships, I only write reader inserts. Even if there is a reader insert involved, I’m not comfortable writing character x character ships that aren’t canon.

Getting back together after cheating

AUs

Anything romantic for characters who are played by minors (e.g the stranger things kids)

Pregnancies for minors (both characters and actors), unless discussed in the show (e.g Euphoria, Skins)

Poly relationships (I don’t think I depict them accurately and don’t know much about them, apologies!)

Personalised requests, including your name or names of any ocs

Requests that have already been sent to other blogs

Depending on the request, you can try to request things including triggering topics like abuse, self harm, and mental disorders, but I will more than likely turn it down

In the end, I have the right to turn down anything that makes me feel uncomfortable, or anything I just don’t feel inspired to write. 

Do you write male x male / female x female?

Sure! Unless specified, I try to make everything gender neutral and use they/them pronouns to make it inclusive for everyone. However, most of the times, even if you request certain pronouns, they won’t even come up in the request.

When will my request be posted?

Unfortunately, I can’t give you a specific answer. It all depends on how many requests I have and how I set up my queue. Everything is posted in the order received, so please be patient!

Did you receive my request?

Most likely, yes. I do not reply to anonymous requests (I delete them once I’ve queued the request), and if you make your request off anonymous, I will respond to it once your imagine is posted with a link to said imagine.

You can look at my to-do list to see if your request with your character(s) is listed there. If after you still don’t see your request on the to-do list after a while, message me what your request was and I can check for you.

Can I request a part 2 to an imagine?

Yes, but you still need to have a specific request in mind. If you just ask me for a part 2, I’ll turn you down unless you have some ideas. 

I do not write more parts after a part 2! The only exception to this is preferences, where you can request additional parts to a preference with different characters.

Can I make a request in advance if requests are closed?

No, please wait for requests to open!

Do you write for the ____ fandom?

If it’s not on my fandom list, then no, even if it’s a fandom I’ve written for in the past. The fandom list is always kept up to date, so please make sure to check it before requesting. However, feel free to message me if you’re looking for blogs who write for a fandom that I do not write for, because I know plenty of imagines blogs and I’m sure I’d be able to direct you towards one who does!!

Do you write for the ____ character?

If the character is part of my fandom list, then technically, yes. However, if a character has too minor of a role, is wildly problematic, or just makes me feel uncomfortable, I have a right to turn the request down.

Other

Where can I find your imagines that aren’t linked? 

If something doesn’t have a link in my masterlist, then it’s still in the queue! Try coming back to check later to see if it’s been posted, when it is, I’ll update the links!

Why did you edit my request/what does (edited) mean in your gif imagines?

If I reworded a request, then I will mention that the request is edited. I tend to edit requests when they are too long/too detailed to fit into a piece. But I will also remove details from any type of request that I think are unnecessary, do not add anything to the plot, or I feel make the request less inclusive. Please refrain from requesting reader types that are highly specific (e.g have specific personality or physical attributes), as it makes it harder for everyone to enjoy them. 

Why did you turn my headcanon into a gif imagine?

Most likely, because your request wasn’t really suited for a headcanon (either because it too specific of a scenario for me to write anything for, or I just wasn’t inspired). 

Can I be tagged in your imagines?

Yes! Head on over to this document to add yourself to the tag list! More information/instructions can be found on the document, or you can shoot me an ask with the fandoms you’d like to be included in, and I’ll add you myself!

Why is my blog crossed out on your taglist?

Because tumblr won’t let me tag you! Try changing your visibility settings in tumblr mobile.

Can I just talk to you/ask for a shoutout?

Absolutely! I want you guys to feel like I’m here for you, so if you ever need to rant about something, feel free! I don't give the best advice, and I can be horrible at responding, but I will try my best!! I love interacting and hearing about what's going on with you guys! 

As for shoutouts, you can definitely ask me for one! I’d love to support a fellow imagines blog!

Do you use your own gifs for the gif imagines?

Very, very rarely. All credits for the gifs used are included in the description, but if I have used one of your gifs and you would like me to take it down, message me the specific imagine/link and I will do it as soon as possible.

Credits

icon: detailedart