and i broke my own heart while making this

Ok so a little langst

Alright so I have this little scenario thing in the back of my mind that i couldn’t stop thinking about so here it is,

So it’s hella obvious that Lance is a mama’s boy, 

so when the team end up fighting against a fleet of galra Lance end up getting hit by some druid magic that fucks him up,

like he just curls into a ball and screams. 

H refuses to get up or to even move and Keith has to make his way over cause he’s the closest but no matter what he says Lance won’t budge he just sits there in a ball, screaming

It gets to the point where he can’t form cohesive sentences because there’s too much pain.

They take him back to the castle and have Coran take a look at him but physically he’s fine, but his mind is shattering and the team don’t know what to do.

it’s like he’s having a constant everlasting panic attack with elements of a seizure and no matter what they try to do for him he just gets worse and worse,

 To the point where if they’re in the same room as him he’ll scream and cry and thrash about till they leave. 

No one can even look at him without making him break down, and when he’s alone he just cries softly and mumbles the same sentence over and over.

 He can’t sleep because he’s it hurts too much.

 Everything they make him eat he vomits back out

Not even Hunk or Blue can calm him, they end up putting him in a cryopod till they can figure out what to do.

 But while he’s in there the magic wears off

 When they finally release him they are relieved to see that he seems better (or at the very least not in constant pain) but as soon as he emerges and falls into Hunks arms he cries.

His shoulders shake with sobs and tears fall like the there’s no tomorrow and the only words to leave his mouth are 

“I want my Mama”


Kat & Adena | The Bold Type (1x01 - 1x09) | Wicked Game

It has been years since I’ve been inclined to edit any sort of TV “fan video,” but the Bold Type is different and worth it in so many ways. I broke my own damn heart while making this, so please do enjoy.

an Ao3 fic rec list

I am collecting a handful of my favourite YOI fics in one list so I can keep track and maybe you’ll find something to read. Due to my lack of planning and my growing to-read list, this post will be updated.

Most of these are very well known as is but I’ll feature them anyway.

soldier boy, tripping over himself to win my praise by @thissupposedcrime

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Rating: T
Tags: Slow Burn, Post-Canon, Mutual Pining, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, canon until grand prix 2016

*throws rose petals on this fic* Soldier Boy is my favourite canon-verse Otayuri fic and I am comfortable admitting it. Renée is a wonderful wonderful writer, the characterization in this story is so beautifully done and I cannot wait to see the next chapter when it’s complete.

every time I try, every time I win by @thissupposedcrime

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Rating: T
Tags: Fluff, Post-Canon, Friends to Lovers

This is a mini side fic for Soldier Boy and it has become my comfort read if I’m feeling restless for whatever reason.

Heart Break Beat by @boxwineconfession

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Rating: Mature
Tags: Pool Hustler AU, Pool & Billiards, gender fluid Yuri Plisetsky, Homophobic Language, Underage Drinking, Yuri is 20, Otabek is 23, Established Relationship, Childhood Friends, high school sweethearts, smoking mention, Blow Jobs, Hair Pulling, Anal Sex, Crying During Sex, Valentines Day Fic

If you haven’t read HBB; crawl out of your cave, grab yourself a glass of wine and make yourself comfortable. Sarah always floors me with her way with words but this fic is my favourite of all her fics. It’s raw, emotional, gritty, heart breaking and sexy. I love the way she fits side characters into the story, I love the way the story sucks you in and makes you stalk the characters around instead of just watching them. Every tiny detail works so well and I can’t say enough good things about it. (It also made me read The Hustler which is a decision I do not regret.)

Oh My God I Think I Like You by @machinewithoutfeelings

Yuri Okisetsky/Jean-Jacques Leroy
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Porn with Feelings, Dirty Talk, Skype, Sexting, Feelings Realization, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Long-Distance Relationship, Rimming, Future Fic, Fuckboy with a Heart of Gold, Spanking

This fic introduced me to @machinewithoutfeelings so I am thankful for it but it also features the most frustrating sexting attempt of all time so do yourselves a favour and read it. It’s so hot and so funny, I absolutely love Pliroy and I’ll hear nothing against it. Characterization is so damn good, I’ve waited every chapter of this with bated breath and it did not disappoint me once.

1,674 Days by @seeyounextlevel

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Rating: T
Tags: Marriage, Angst

Fuck you Ronnie. This is Proper Angst, read it at your own risk. It is so good but maybe it would not do you good if you are feeling fragile, because it broke my heart in all the good ways and I am still sad about it. Ronnie is a fantastic writer, it’s a shame we cannot make her sit down and hand us devastating fic over devastating fic while we invested in Kleenex.

They Done Made Porno by @babypeche

Jean-Jacques Leroy/Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Rating: Explicit
Tags: bad morals, Bad Friends, Comedy, Porn Watching, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Crack, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

This is a recent favourite but I have strong feelings for it. Someone help JJ.
If there is a winner combo, it is otapliroy to me, establishing of it in this fic is hysterical and exactly the situation I can imagine JJ being in. Otabek is hot, Yuri is a boss, JJ is hot and bothered, it is so freaking good.

Prima’s Pleasures by @cashryley

Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Alternate Universe – Escorts, Alternate Universe – Prostitution, Escort Service, Aged-Up Character(s), POV Otabek, showering together, Anal Sex, Otabek is a bit of a voyeur, Voyeurism, Yuri is referred to by a different name for most of the first chapter, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Spanking, Flexibility, Hair-pulling, Unsafe Sex, (and many more)

Escort!Yuri-AU was something I have been purposefully looking for when I found this fic and it was a good discovery. 6 chapters in and more to come, I am loving the big boss businessman Otabek and escort Yuri.

To be continued.

Dear Taylor,

So much has changed since we last saw each other (aka I sat in the crowd of Melb Night 3 crying while you walked off stage). I moved out of home and learnt the struggles of adulting. I thought it would help me discover myself and learn to cope with anxiety in my own space. But a year ago he walked out on me and broke my heart. He held the broken heart together for another 3 months before dropping it on the floor to make it shatter even more. I had to move back home into a small environment and no door. I’m 25 with no door how fun. I’m lucky enough to have my real life Taylor in @welcometonewyork-13. Literally her name is Taylor. But she is literally my only real life friend. This community has come back alive and I’m starting to remember how much love there is out there and that my depression and anxiety can always been improved by your presence and the community you have created. I hope somehow you see this and I hope this is the era I meet you. Days like today make me happy that I am still here and haven’t ended my life like I’ve been scared I would do. Whoa honesty right there.

Okay bye I love you @taylorswift

Love Annelise 💞

Do you think, you’ll be able to forgive me?

genre: Chanyeol Fluff/Drama/Honestly I’m not sure xD
type: drabble/scenario
characters: Chanyeol, Baekhyun, EXO, reader
Do not re-post without permission or use in any way, this is my work.
Okay so this one was a little complex when I first read the request but I liked it so much so here I am, trying to make it good xD It’s long tho, sowwy xD Enjoy, Ara~
PS: G/N is for “Girl’s name.”

“What do you think you are doing!? Snugging around while Y/N is watching!? Have some decency!” I heard Baekhyun screaming from the living room.
“It’s none of your business Baek, back off” Chanyeol replied, pretty annoyed. 
“You think we enjoy it? Seeing how you break her into million pieces while you are cozying with her! You better apologize or..
“Or what? You’ll fight me?”
“No. I’ll make her mine”

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Love Triumphs Part 31: Talking it Out

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary:  AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness of the living room. All the curtains were drawn, the lights off, and it was almost completely pitch-black inside. You could barely see him sitting there, sprawled out in one of the arm chairs, his long legs stretched out in front of him. “Jared…I didn’t expect you to be home.” You muttered, not knowing exactly what to say.

“I couldn’t go to work.” He muttered, his voice low and hard to read. Caught between wanting to head up to your room, but also wanting to run straight to Jared and throw yourself in his arms.

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The Only Exception || Min Yoongi One Shot

Originally posted by tearsavi

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff (w/slight angst)
Song: The Only Exception by Paramore
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: Yoongi has never believed in love or has ever wanted to be apart of it… until he met you.


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Ivar The Boneless x Reader
Part II - Part III - Part IV

Request: What about if he is the king of the army and he need to get married to win a battle or the war against someone and then there is the girl.

Your horse did his part in the small battle you had at hand, he galopped over the deads, the slicky ground while he tried to keep his stand over the soldiers that came at you. They all wanted you, as the princess of this kingdom you claimed the throne. But you weren’t that ordinary kind of princess, you were fully in armor, your father equally suited galoping on the other side of the field, smaching his sword through the rebels that tried for days to take over this kingdom. They came from a larger force, you knew there was somewhere a much bigger army waiting to attact and if felt like you were just playing their games. But there was nothing you could do but only defend your lands, the kingdom where you would be one day be a queen. You pulled your horse to a hold and looked around you. Most of your men were still standing, the enemie dead or running. One brave man tried to get to you but your sword hitted his throat before he could swing his sword up to you. You clenshed your teeth and pulled back turning your horse around to look for your father.
‘Princess, he is here!’ Some of your soldiers yelled. You turned your head back and looked over to your fathers horse that galloped away. You kicked your legs into yours and he started to canter to your father, surrounded by his loyal men, bleeding from his chest. You jumped from your horse and took your helmet of, your long hair fell loose over your shoulders while you dropped on your knees besiced him.
‘Father.’ You begged. You may be so tough, this broke your heart.
‘You need to lead this country my dear.’ He choked in his own blood. You stroke his forehead and shook your head.
‘I can’t, please, I still need you.’ You whispered into tears.
‘Make an alliance, fight the enemy together. You are a queen now Y/n, make your father proud.’ And than he breathed his final breath and leaved you alone in this world. How did you need to find a alience if everybody was chopped down our assambling behind your enemy?

You looked out of the window to the burning torches that lighted the walls in the dark. Since you father died two days ago you didn’t do much than stay in your room, mourn over his dead while the enemy regathered his troops. You knew this kingdom was weak, more weak than it ever was before. Somebody knocked on your door but you still gazed outside until they knocked again. ‘Princess?’ Somebody asked.
‘Yes, come in.’ You reacted rather short. Two soldiers came in, they bow and walked a little closer.
‘Sorry we have to disturb you. The counsol needs you presents. It is rather urgent business.’ They announched. You only nodded and they walked out again. You stayed there for a few more minutes, looking out of the window again and you thought by yourself what you were doing here. The people needed you, your father would want you to go on instead of crying over his dead body. So you embraced your inner queen and walked out of your bedroom, head up, strong hearted, the queen you meant to be.
‘Counsol.’ You greeted them all with a soft smile before you sat down aside the throne your father always sat on. Nobody reacted on it and they respected your wishes while they greeted you one by one. ‘What was so urgent you needed me here present?’ You asked with a smile, hiding all the inner emotions you felt rather than swallowing them.
‘A scout came in today.’ The army commander began.
‘And?’ You asked.
‘We have some bad news I’m afraid princess.’ Your fathers right hand advisor began. You nodded and looked down to the nerves in the wooden table. And when you looked up your eyes showed a little more strenght.
‘We had already our fair share on bad news and we managed it anyway. So, bring it on.’ You said with a soft grinn. They all smiled intensly, glad to have this kind of a princess back. You grew up as an only child without a mother. Your father always learned you a great deal about fighting and defenses. He maked you to his image and you were proud of it. He always loved you deeply, a love you would carry with you until the day you would die.
‘Certain high places are gattering forces. You have the richest land and they are leading their armies together, join forces to take us down.’ The commander began. That was something you saw coming, for weeks now. Behind your borders there was a hugh amount of rich soil, soil everybody wanted. When you looked to the commander you saw he wasn’t finished.
‘And?’ You asked.
‘Princess, those pagains arrived again.’
‘Vikings.’ You hissed through your teeth. You stroke your finger over your lips, thinking in how many ways this could go wrong. ‘How many?’
‘It’s a large army. They arrive a couple of hours ago.’ The commander answered. You nodded and looked around in the room.
‘Are they with enough to keep this kingdom intact?’ You asked not far after.
‘You thinking of making an alians with them?’ Your fathers advisor began shocked. And he wasn’t the only one, the others looked at you in disbelief.
‘I don’t see another option. If we can make this alians we have a bigger army, we can win. There isn’t anybody else around to defend us, not this far south. We are out of options here, the facts are there,’ you pointed to some roll the commandor had in his hands. ‘we know for sure now. If they come we loose, with those vikings, we may stand a change.’
‘But princess,’ the advisor on the left of you began. You looked aside to him, he looked a little troubled.
‘Speak freely.’ You encouraged him.
‘Those vikings are under the command of Ivar The Boneless.’ He announched. You clenshed your teeth, looking the other way. That cripple had already so much fame on the other side of this land that you grew sick of it. Even this far south the stories about the great commander whispered through the trees. And from all of those men it was him who came a shore. It was completly still for minutes while you tried to think your way around this one, but their wasn’t. You stroke your hands through your long hair and looked back up to the commander.
‘Ready the cavalry.’ You announched. Let’s see how big and famous that Ivar was.

You were with little less than twenty riders. They strongly advised against you go to the beach to confront those vikings, certainly with you becoming a queen. But you did, despite the fact it was the middle of the night. Your soldiers and commander drove around you, like a shield for your protection while you closed in on the camp. You saw a big campfire, a lot of tents, a lot of ships to.
‘Riders!’ Some of those men yelled.
‘Enemies!’ If they saw twenty riders as an enemy than they weren’t that experienced as you thought. They build a shield wall in no time. Your eyebrows went up, impressed by how fast they handled this treath.
‘We need to speak to your leader.’ Your commander annouched. There came no reaction, only a strong silence flushing over the camp they had. The waves rocked over the beach, the wind whispered something through your mind before you finally saw some movements.
‘Hardly an enemy.’ One said. You looked to the white horse, before a chariot, walking to the shield wallt that immidiatly maked room. So this was him? In the darkness he was hardly just a man, not some god like they always said he was. His eyes were the only thing that lightened up in this kind of darkness, a piercing bleu shade that went right for your commander. ‘We just arrived and you come already with your surrender, I’m impressed.’ He nodded approvingly. You didn’t say a thing, you just stayed in the back, observing that man. He didn’t even look at you or the others, he only had eye for your commander.
‘The queen likes to discuss certain terms.’ Your commander said politly. Ivar chuckled, looking over to his men like your commander said some kind of joke.
‘I don’t do terms. Didn’t you here about me out here?’ He asked with a threatening voice.
‘Yes and it’s hardly what I imagined.’ You spoke for the first time. He jerked his head around, looking for you so you maked it for him a little easier and walked your horse into the light. His jaw dropped, impressed by the fact that a woman was in full combat gear. It took hem hardly seconds to take his astonishment under control.
‘What did you imagine?’ He asked with a titled head. You felt his eyes go over your body, amused, still stunned by the fact you were a girl.
‘Not much to begin with.’ You smiled sarcastic.
‘You look like a lot of fun. Maybe i do need to listen to that queen of yours.’
‘I’m the queen.’ You reacted, giving him a smug grinn before you turned to your men. ‘Take him.’ You commanded. Ivar just sat there, holding his finger up to his men who where already eager to attact.
‘Let her,’ he whispered, looking back to you. You only looked down on him with the same kind of cold look he had. ‘let’s see how badass you are when I sneak into your head.’ He tapped his own temple and smiled darkly.

anonymous asked:

I loved your Jasper and Bismuth headcanons! Can you do the other Crystal Gems at some point as well?

Oookay this is a doozy, wedding headcanons for Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, Lapis and Peridot! ***This is all implying the reader is human!! Sorry if you wanted to read this as a gemsona. You could tweak the words if you wish. Mini HCs for Steven, Connie and Greg at the end, not for marrying them but how they’d act during a wedding with you an the gems. 

I’m going to try and doodle the wedding rings later (including Jasper’s and Bismuth’s), so that’s why they’re not described in the post! -Mod Lapis


  • She’s very at-ease the whole time, but also beaming and excited.
  • The wedding was indoors, in a large ballroom looking place. There was a hallway leading to the ceremony room, and another hallway leading to restrooms and other facilities. The decorations were simple, mostly darker maroon velvet covers on things with white as the accent color. It reminded you vaguely of red velvet cakes.
  • Surprisingly, she really enjoyed planning it out, she spends a lot of time planning her vows especially. 
  • If she wore a tux, it would be a very dark plum color with blue and red wrist cuffs. She wore a tie instead of a bow-tie. She’d wear her afro naturally.
  • If she wore a dress, she’d wear a fishtail dress with glove-like details. (Something like this!), her hair would be pulled back and pinned with flowers. (something like this is what I was imagining
  • Nothing really “goes wrong” at your wedding, it has a very peaceful atmosphere overall. 
  • You don’t follow the “you can’t see the bride until the ceremony” ritual, she assures you it won’t matter. You two spend the day together until it’s time to get ready, then you separate for a bit until the ceremony. 
  • Some of your relatives make off-hand remarks about Garnet wearing her visor the whole time. It irritates you but you don’t let it ruin the wedding. 
  • Come time for the ceremony, you and Garnet have dopey smiles plastered on your faces, she even giggles a few times which made you smile wider. 
  • Her vows are short, but genuine, her demeanor changed from giggly and happy to sincere in an instant. “Today, you and I make a commitment to one another. To stay together. To act together. To suffer together. To celebrate together. From this day forth, you will always have someone to put your faith into, to share your joy and your pain with.” She takes your hands- “I love you.” 
  • She takes her visor off to kiss you, looking you in the eyes before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips, smiling as she pulled away. 
  • The after party consists of lots of karaoke, dancing and chatting. Afterwards you went home with your wife, holding one of her hands as she carried a tuckered out Steven in the other. 


  • There’s lots of nervous laughter from Ame, her jokes don’t deliver well all day and she’s very affectionate- yet quiet. It’s pretty out of character for her. You could tell she’s got a lot on her mind. 
  • You and Ame let Pearl plan a lot for the two of you, so the decor was very elegant, lacy tablecloths with lilac and (favorite color) trimming or ribbons, even the flowers were color-coordinated. It clashed a little bit with the beach simple setting, admittedly, but it was still very pretty. 
  • If she wore a tux, she wouldn’t actually wear a tux at all. She’d wear a white collared shirt with a black vest and dark purple slacks. Her hair would be up in a pony tail. 
  • If she wore a dress, it would still but on the more casual side. (Something like this!) with her hair down, but pulled back out of her face. 
  • The ceremony starts off well, but midway through Ame starts crying, she tells you she’s okay. When it comes time for her to say her vows, she grabs you by the face and kisses you. She pulls back but keeps you close and whispers “I-I didn’t make any! I didn’t know what to say I didn-” you pull her back in for a kiss and assure her it’s okay. 
  • You two keep pecking little kisses across each other’s faces. 
  • She holds your hand as the two of you walk down the isle together, wiping her tears away and looking at you with glistening eyes.
  • During the after party, Greg preforms lots of his songs as the two of you just sit and listen, peacefully. There’s lots of actual partying happening, but you two just wanted to spend time with each other. 
  • Peridot makes a big dork of herself during her speech, telling you how you’re now legally fused with the “superior quartz”. Ame giggles and scoffs at it, so do you. Garnet takes the mic from her and expresses how happy she is for Amethyst, and gives you two her best wishes. 
  • The two of you dance together to cheesy pop love songs on the dance floor, giggling to each other again.


  • You both decided to have your wedding in a chapel. (She just loved the aesthetic of it so much)
  • The decor is all white and cream colors, she really stressed that “the light shining through the stain glass might make some colors unflattering to look at”, you agreed for her sake, she was pretty stressed.
  • If she decided to wear a tux, she’d wear a similar one to what she wore in Mr. Greg (It’s Over Isn’t It episode), perhaps a different color, like pale blue. The accent colors would all be pastels, of course. She’d wear her hair normally.
  • If she wanted a dress, she’d wear something simple with elegant details that flowed well. (something like this!), she’d wear her hair normally still, but would wear some sort of hair accessory. Very pale silver leaves, pearls, something simple but lovely like that. 
  • You did follow traditional rituals with her, more for the fun of it instead of actual belief in them. 
  • There was a light drizzle of rain before the reception, it stopped quickly and left little glittering water droplets onto the stain glass windows. 
  • The reception went over well, Pearl recited her vows without skipping a beat. “From this day forward, I, Pearl, take you, (y/n) to be my spouse. To have and to hold, in peace and in strife, I will stay by your side. So long as your heart still beats and my gem still shines, I will love you.”
  • The kiss was short and sweet, with Pearl’s nose bumping into your own briefly, making you smile.
  • During the after party, you and Pearl slow danced a lot. There was a dance where you traded off partners with someone else, which was a lot of fun. It broke off into more loose and dorky dancing afterwards.
  • Pearl took you outside to the church garden to walk around and be with you in peace for a while. 
  • Greg was the one to give you two the “good luck, I’m so happy for the two of you!” speech, he looked especially happy the whole time. You noticed he and Pearl talking a lot, too. 
  • The two of you stayed until everyone had left and cleaned up together, Pearl would give you little cheek kisses when you would pass each other to throw something away.


  • She was VERY excited, but terribly nervous. She’d ask you tons of questions about this “tradition” and how to celebrate, occasionally making off-hand “that’s weird” or “oh! that sounds fun!” remarks. 
  • Peri wanted to hold the ceremony in the barn after reading it’s supposed to be held in a “special place”. 
  • Lapis, Pearl, and Garnet helped remodel and redecorate for the occasion. Lapis had made a large ring of water around the barn, not in front the entrance of course. Garnet moved a lot of things outside and behind the barn out of sight, with some help from Greg and his van. Pearl and Peri took care of actual decorating for the most part. Peri made some wind-chime looking meep-morps out of tin cans and pieces of different colored glass, she hung them at the entrance of the barn. Pearl set up chairs in the barn, making a reception area in the back. A large piece of white tulle hung from the ceiling, creating a large upside down V looking shape, it was weighted down from moving by fabric flowers. There was more white tulle on the walls, mainly near the entrance, (looking like curtains) and hanging from the high points of the ceiling with more of Peri’s meep morps. It was odd looking, but very pretty. 
  • If Peri wore a suit, it would be green, with a bright green bowtie. She’d wear her hair as usual, but would make sure it was extra well kept. No pieces sticking out or out of shape!
  • If she wanted a dress, she’d wear something shorter and cuter, (ideal to walk and party in later, she planned it out ahead of time). (Something like this!) The top part of her hair would be pulled back and secured with a barrette, with the bottom still flared out a bit. 
  • During the reception, Peri kept looking at you, she’d smile and her cheeks would flush.
  • Her vows were incredibly dorky, but there was a lot of sincerity to them. “Fusion- it’s the most intimate a gem can be with another; or is it? They share their physical and mental state with each other, they become one. Here on this day, we become one, we’ll share our lives together from this day forward. Our physical and mental states combine, but stay separate, making us use honesty and communication. We don’t share a body, but we’re still one. Today, I fuse my life with yours.” 
  • Peri’s vows earned an odd look, a giggle, and an “awh” from Garnet within seconds of each reaction. 
  • She actually missed the first time she went in to kiss you, kissing you on the side of your mouth. She realized this and awkwardly laughed, you cupped her face and pulled her back in for a proper kiss.
  • The after party was a lot of fun, there was mostly dorky dancing, and a marathon of Camp Pining Hearts in a truck bed. 
  • She comes up and asks you if what she said was “okay”- of course it was, and you tell her she did great.
  • You learned Peri can’t dance. At all.


  • She suggested the wedding be held on the beach, you asked if she was sure, she said she was. “I have enough bad memories about the ocean. It’s time to make some good ones.” 
  • The wedding was held at night. Greg was kind enough to lend you his old light-up floor. (This one!)
  • Lapis heard the old saying “rain on the day of the wedding is good luck” so she made it rain throughout the morning so it would have time to dry before setting up.
  • Chairs had been set up on the flooring, the gentle whirring of Greg’s van made for comfortable ambiance while everyone else was quiet. There were flowers and flower petals scattered on the beach, but overall it was very simple, with the full moon overhead. 
  • If Lapis wore a suit, it would be a simple button up with dark blue slacks. She’d roll up the sleeves and wear a loose ribbon tied in a bow around her neck instead of a tie or bowtie. She still wouldn’t wear shoes. Her hair would be in a low ponytail. 
  • If she wore a dress, it would be simple in the front and backless with a bow at her lower back. (Something like this, the one on the left! sorry I couldn’t get a single image of it in a good resolution.) Her hair would be down like normal with the back of it in a flat braided bun, and she still wouldn’t wear shoes. 
  • She said her vows quietly, very softly. “After all this time, I’ve finally found a home on Earth. Home is being with you. So I guess I want to stay home forever now.” she laughed a bit, but she held you hand a bit tighter, you could tell she meant it. She pulled you closer into a hug, holding you there and pressing a kiss on your cheek before putting her hand on your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. 
  • The two of you half-heartedy listened to the speeches your friends and family gave, mostly just holding each other and appreciating the moment. Lapis paid the most attention when Steven spoke, recounting the day he met her and saying how happy he was to see you two together now. 
  • She took you out onto the ocean and danced with you there, smiling and pressing little kisses into your shoulders and neck. 


  • They helped set up a lot, Greg always offering to play music.
  • Steven and Connie were always the flower boy and ring bearer. 
  • Steven wears a pink vest and pants with a white button up underneath, Connie wears an off the shoulder long sleeve mint dress with a white belt. Greg wears his tux from Mr. Greg. 
  • Greg almost always references his relationship with Rose in his speeches, saying how you need to talk to one another and be honest, communication is key, you should trust the other one to love you despite your flaws. No one is perfect until you see them as they are completely, and if you still love them as they are entirely, then they’re perfect for you.
  • Steven always says how happy he is that his friends/family is getting married, gives you the best wishes he can, makes a handful of jokes. 
  • Connie doesn’t give speeches, but she is very happy to be around and says congratulations when the ceremony is over. 
  • Greg, Steven and Connie do karaoke- Greg and Steven are happy to do back-up vocals for people, too. They all sing very well! 
  • Steven and Greg welcome you to their family afterwards.
Ready Steady Part 16

This chapter is shitty and I apologize, I was stuck on where to go with the story, but the next chapters will be better.


Rob and Reader return home. They finally have time to catch up on what happened in each other’s lives while they were apart. They begin to come to terms with the idea of being parents.

Word Count: 4047

Warnings: just a lot of domestic fluff, maybe some swears, slightly angsty singing

Note: For the sake of the remainder of the fic, I’m using some old Louden Swain songs and making them new ones. Also, as you can tell, my reader is a singer/songwriter and a country girl at heart… so for her, instead of trying to write my own lyrics, I’m using songs by Miranda Lambert and claiming them as the reader’s own. Hey, this way, you can listen to the actual songs after you read!

In this chapter, Rob sings “Fair” as a song that he wrote when the reader broke his heart. Nice job reader, I hope you’re happy.

Another Note: I wrote this while I was hungover. It might be terrible, but I tried. It’s just a little something fluffy before the real angst kicks back in.

Catch up: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14  Part 15

Originally posted by robben-addicted

You drifted in and out of sleep that night. Feeling much better than you had before visiting the ER, but still weak and unable to rest completely. The nausea hadn’t returned yet and honestly, your biggest fear was that it would return eventually. You were told that this condition could go on for some time, and future visits to the hospital were a possibility. Perhaps this underlying fear of having to feel that way again is what was bringing you out of your sleep throughout the night. The only thing that made your restlessness bearable was realizing that every time you stirred, Rob was right there with you. He too would wake each time you did; placing gentle kisses to your forehead and mumbling soothing words to you until you relaxed again. Even as the sun began to peek through the blinds in the early morning hours; he was still there, tracing circles along your back, until you were eventually able to rest again.

The next time you woke up, it was because a slight twinge of nausea had returned. You whimpered, realizing that it wasn’t over yet. This time, when you looked to Rob for support, he wasn’t there to console you. You felt your heart race when you realized he was not next to you, wondering what you had done this time to make him want to leave you. You reached for your phone to check the time and when you realized it was late in the afternoon, you felt the panic begin to fade. You knew he was here somewhere, he just didn’t sleep in as late as you had.

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The Only Exception; Bill Skarsgard

(I wrote this listening to Paramore’s “The Only Exception” so go listen to that while you read :))

When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it

Love is not something she had ever believed in. The disney princesses and fairy tales of her youth didn’t make her swoon over perfectly imaginary princes and beasts that became beautiful men with a single kiss. That was not the the life she had been born into.

He had left them. She was eleven - old enough to grasp the basic concept but not old enough to really understand the sadness behind it. Her mother had spent plenty of nights holding her tight and trying to suppress her tears. At that point, they were all the other had.

There was a time in her middle teen years, she was almost fifteen, where he had tried to reenter the picture. He wanted to make himself a main fixture even though he had been gone for years. She had missed him, but her mother would never allow it. Never again.

And my momma swore
That she would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I’d never sing of love
If it does not exist, but darlin’

She had hardened in her late teens and early twenties. Her mother had learned from her own mistakes and taught her daughter not to fall for men that were perfect on paper but gave suspicious vibes when you met them face to face. She had convinced herself that she was immune to love, that these “evil” men couldn’t touch her because she knew their type.

Until she met one, or so she thought.

You are, the only exception
You are, the only exception

His piercing green eyes locked on hers from across the bar. She was throwing back a shot of straight vodka when she caught his eye. Long flowing locks, dark eyes, she was beautiful. He was completely captivated.

He had to introduce himself. Pushing himself from the barstool, he crossed the room and leaned against the bar next to her. Her eyes refused to meet his own.

“This is probably fucking ridiculous, and i’m so sorry for it, but I felt like I needed to introduce myself to you.” He spoke. She still refused to meet his eyes, knowing she had captured him. This wasn’t new to her.

“Now you have,” she spoke, “head back to your side of the bar.”

“If that’s what you want, I will absolutely do that. I just want you to know that you are insanely beautiful and anyone would be lucky to get to know you on a deeper level. I hope you have a wonderful night.”

He didn’t push it. He simply spoke his words and did what she asked by stepping away.

This type of thing wasn’t out of the ordinary for her. She could easily pull men in. It wasn’t often that they were so respectful of her space. He wasn’t crude with his compliments and his green eyes had made engrained themselves in her thoughts.

“Wait,” she hesitated slightly, this was unfamiliar territory, “what is your name?”


He gave her a small smile and took the stool next to her.

“Can I buy your next drink?”

She cursed herself for it, but she said yes.

Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we’ve got to find other ways
To make it alone
But keep a straight face

“You’re so annoying,” she smiled into his kiss as he pushed the button up she had been wearing down her arms, placing soft kisses on her neck and chest.

“You love it though.”

His lips tended to that spot on her neck that drove her crazy.

They had been together for several months now. It was the first time she really felt like a relationship actually mattered. Bill was someone that she could count on for pretty much anything, if she was being truthful to herself.

He spent a lot of time on set, but he never failed to communicate with her and she felt like she could truly trust him. There was always that thing in the back of her mind though.

Her mother had always told her. Her father had showed her. She knew that she could not trust most men. Most men. She didn’t know if Bill fell under the “most” category.

She didn’t want to know. As much as she hated it, she was falling in worst way.

And I’ve always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I’m content
With loneliness

“You’re sure you don’t want time apart while you’re filming?” She asked, her nails digging into her palms.

“Of course not,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “just because I won’t be here physically doesn’t mean anything will change.”

“You don’t have to lie. I’ll honestly be fine if you want a break from this.”

“What are you on?” His beautiful features twisted into a smirk, “I don’t want a break from any part of you. Which means I expect plenty of risqué video calls.”

He smiled fully now, and hugged her hard.

“You’ll be visiting me in a few weeks. I am already looking forward to it, and already missing you.”

Because none of it was ever worth the risk
But, you are, the only exception
You are, the only exception
You are, the only exception
You are, the only exception

She couldn’t ignore the tears that slid down her cheeks as she hugged him tight and wished him a safe flight to his next set.

A year ago she would have laughed in the face of this girl. This girl who was so fixed on someone that wasn’t a guarantee. This girl who knew better.

I’ve got a tight grip on reality
But I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here
I know you’re leaving in the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream, oh

She had been met by someone on set rather than Bill.

“He wanted to pick you up himself but he’s very busy.”

She thought of how her mother would have disapproved of this and tried to push the thought aside.

The drive to where Bill was filming was just under twenty minutes. She willed herself not to be nervous, even though she was scared out of her mind.

What if he had found someone else? Or lost interest? Or just didn’t give a fuck about her anymore?

Her father had decided stop loving her mother one day. What if she was next in line? She bit the inside of her cheek as the car pulled up the hotel.

He opened the door and practically dragged her out of her seat, pulling her into a hug so tight she coughed.

“Sorry,” his smile was a mile wide, “I just missed you so fucking much. I wanted to pick you up myself but I had some extra shit to film and couldn’t get away.”

“It’s fine,” she smiled and took him in.

It had been a few weeks but he was just as striking as he had been when she wished him well before his flight, not that she expected him not to be. His green eyes sparkled and his full lips curved into a smile when she told him a funny story about a random event that had happened during one of her work days.

Looking at him, there was a feeling she couldn’t quite place. It was something strong, but there was a hint of fear behind it.

You are, the only exception

And I’m on my way to believing
Oh, and I’m on my way to believing.

They were sitting in a cozy booth at a restaurant near the hotel Bill, and now she, had called home for the duration of filming.

She tried to play it cool, but he could feel the tension falling off her.

“Are you ok?” He asked, his eyes locking with hers.

This was it. She knew how she felt and she couldn’t stop herself from finding out if it was mutual.

“Do you love me?”

She couldn’t help it. She hadn’t even planned on asking in such a deliberate way, the words just erupted from her mouth like hot lava.

He was silent for a moment, his expression neutral and unchanging before his lips curved upward and his eyes warmed.

“More than you know.”

I thought you didn’t want me Drabble(Park Chanyeol X Gender neutral reader)

A/N: Okay I am just going to say this Chanyeol wrecks me in general however, red hair and silver hair Chanyeol WRECKS me okay now that’s out the way this was requested by @jemcarstairstheboywholived who asked {Hello! Can I request #92 with Chanyeol. Can it be a friends to lover Au? Thank you}. I hope that you like it and please don’t be shy to request more, I really enjoyed writing this.~Zero

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Gender neutral reader

Type: angst(very little) fluff

Word count: 650

Reading time:3 to 5 minutes

Rated: PG-13 for cursing and Kissing

#92 “I thought you didn’t want me.”

Originally posted by sugutie


Today is the worst, the absolute worst first I figured out that my grandparents dog died, then I happened to rip my favorite pair of pants right down the middle and lastly I caught my long-term boyfriend cheating on me as bad as that is already this was worst the person he was cheating on me with was my cousin, Ewww, frankly I can’t really tell if I am angry or sad.

I know one thing for sure and that is that I need to see my best friend/crush Park Chanyeol. I know what you are thinking, why are you dating people when you have a crush on such a handsome man, well my answer to that is Chanyeol is way out of my league and whether I like it or not he would never want me that being said I hide  my feeling for Chan deep down and I try to distract myself by dating other people. Clearly, it isn’t working very well, I think to myself I a reach the doorstep of the all too familiar dorm.

Quietly knocking on the old wooden door, I take a deep breath to help calm myself down a bit. When the wooden door swings open I see Baekhyun, he smirks at me and then shouts “Chanyeol-ah Y/N is here to see you.” once he was done speaking I hear footsteps running down the stairs. I see a familiar head of red hair, Chanyeol pushes Baek out of the doorway and looks at me.

“Y/N/N what’s wrong?” Chan asks getting concerned I guess he can see right through me.

“Y/EX/N, was cheating on me with my cousin, Chan you were right, I’m so sorry,” I say while tears start to slip out of my eyes.

Chanyeol just sighs and pulls me into a comforting hug. “Y/N I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself..”

“Then what can I do?” I ask with my head on his shoulder.

“Date me.”

“What?” I ask pulling myself out of his warm embrace to look at his face.

“Y/N, I have been in love with you for so long that I just can’t bring myself to just sit here and watch you date douchebags who are just going to hurt you, I don’t care if this ruins our friendship or if things are never the same okay, I Love You.” Chanyeol states

“I-I thought you didn’t want me,” I say while looking up at the much taller male.

“Y/N any guy that has let you go is a damn fool, you need to realize that I have wanted you since the day we met and that you are worth so much more than what you get, Y/N you deserve the world, please just give me a chance forget about all of those douchebags who broke your heart, please let me fix and heal you,” Chanyeol says while making eye contact with me.

“Okay, I’ll date you Park Chanyeol,” I reply while looking down at the ground to hide my tears of joy. Before I know it I feel my chin being tilted up and warm lips fall on my own. Realizing that it is Chanyeol that is kissing me I relax and gently kiss back. The kiss is perfect it isn’t rough or rushed it is sweet, passionate, and slow, it’s a type of kiss that I haven’t experienced in a long time.

I get shocked when I hear wolf whistling and clapping, I pull away from Chanyeol’s warm lips and see the other members of Exo. Slightly embarrassed I hide my face in his chest hugging him gently. Little did I know that this was just the beginning to not only a long healthy relationship but it was also the beginning of my healing process.  

(Live Action Beauty and the Beast Spoilers ahead)

Okay but
For all of these people bitching about the BatB live action Le Fou being gay, did they actually SEE the fucking film?

In the original, I didn’t like Le Fou. He was a toady. An idiot. He was definitely a buffoon and meant for us to laugh at. He was used for physical comedy and took every beating. He was not well fleshed out at all.

But that’s not how he is in the new one. Le Fou is charming and self-deprecating. He’s loyal. He’s got an actual real and vibrant personality. He pays the guys in the tavern to cheer Gaston up, he takes part and succeeds in the mock battle rather than being part of the physical comedy. He’s the one bringing the tavern together, NOT Gaston. They’re following Le Fou’s cue. He clearly LOVES Gaston and wants him to be happy…But he also realises what his friend is. He struggles with that. He’s made to realise that Gaston knows how loyal he is and is using it against him…and in the end, he makes the tough choice. The right choice. To turn away from Gaston, to let go of a poisonous love.

Le Fou has an actual story arc. He has character growth. He starts off as this toady who mimics his friend to be more like him while simultaneously wanting him all for himself. He ends up a hero in his own right. He casts off that role and actively assists Mrs Potts. He transforms. Just like Belle. Just like The Beast.

I actually really loved Le Fou. My heart broke for him when Gaston used his loyalty to hurt Maurice. He was wonderful. The actor was actually a perfect choice. (I had been worried, I admit it.) He was played with subtlety and respect and I loved the character this time around.

Just Say It (Negan/Daryl x Reader)

Word Count: 3,709 (not even sorry xD)

Warnings: Cursing,

(Part 1)

This the second part to “This Is It.” Sorry it took so long! I had a lot of doubts about this one, but I hope y'all enjoy it!


“Here we are! Welcome to your new home, sweetheart.”

My eyes slowly opened to reveal a big factory. There were walkers chained and impaled by posts as well as severed walker heads on the tips of stakes at the front gate. Behind it was a run-down but bustling factory. “The Sanctuary!” I blinked at him as he proudly beamed at it. “Isn’t it gorgeous?” He asked, smirking at me.

“Dazzling,” I muttered.

“Aww, don’t be like that, baby,” he consoled, rubbing my shoulder. “You’re gonna love it here!” With a wink, he hopped out of the car and jogged over to my door, opening it. “M'lady,” he offered his hand to me. Sniffing, I rejected him and got out by myself. “Independent woman,” he snorted. I gasped as I was suddenly pulled back. “Girl, you are turnin’ me on already.” His warm breath fanned over my cheek causing a shiver to go up my spine. Wriggling out of his grasp, I distanced myself from him. The hungry look in his eyes made me want to completely disappear, but I endured it for the sake of my family.

Christ,” he whispered, biting his lip. “I better get you to your room before I get anymore ideas.” Without warning, he snatched my arm and effortlessly tugged me into him, snaking an arm around my waist. “This way.”

As we walked through countless halls and corridors, everyone we passed would kneel and bow their heads in submission. If there was one thing I figured out in that moment, it was that no one in the place dared crossing him. After a few more minutes of walking, we stopped at a large, apartment-like room.

He turned to me with a wide grin. “Make yourself at home, sweetheart.”

Inwardly rolling my eyes, I stepped in and looked around the room. It was decently furnished with a small kitchen set directly across the way with cabinets and a counter with a sink straight across the way, an oven in the left corner and a refrigerator. A queen-sized bed sat at the left side, a small leather chair at the right side with a small, 30-inch screen TV on a dresser, and a few decorations to liven up the place. There was a door at the back, which I assumed was the bathroom. “Uh, thanks,” I mumbled, struggling to look back at him.

“Awh, no need to thank me now, babe.” He sauntered towards me, tucking a strand of (y/h/c) hair behind my ear. “That’ll come later.” My cheek suddenly burned as his lips attached themselves and lingered there for what seemed like minutes. He pulled away with an evil wink. “I’ll be right back. I’ve got some business to take care of. Go ahead and settle yourself in.” Without another word, he left the room.

Although these people seemed cruel and ruthless, especially in consideration of their “fearless leader,” I assumed they must enjoy treating their guests well. I knew for a fact that this was all a charade to lure people into joining their army. The only thing I can do is resist, but for how long and at what cost? If I deny Negan’s power and refuse to bow to him, will I end up as a prisoner?

Am I not already a prisoner?

Fighting the tears in my eyes, I shook the feeling and made my way into the bathroom to take a shower and try to relax.

Three loud knocks woke me from my short nap. “Hey, sweetheart!” A familiar voice called from outside. “Let me in!” Reluctantly, I stood from my bed and trudged to the door, unlocking it and allowing it to swing open revealing Negan leaning on the doorframe with Lucille in tow. “Hi there,” he greeted, licking his lips.

“Hi,” I replied dryly.

“Nice to see you, too,” he chuckled. “I wanted to show you a couple of things. Come on.” Without argument, I followed him out. As soon as we turned the corner, we ran into Dwight and someone in a grimy pair of sweats. Quickly, they kneeled and bowed their heads.

“Dwighty boy!” Negan greeted, chuckling. He looked at the others around them.

“I need to talk to my associate for a minute. Go about your business.” Immediately, they went back to work. He turned to the man behind him. “Except for you. You, stand right there.” He looked at me with a sickeningly sweet smile. “You wait with him, sweetheart.”

Dwight took the man in sweats and took him over to a red chair sitting in the hall across from my room. “Sit,” he commanded. He quickly obliged. While Negan pulled Dwight aside, I got a good look at the man. His greasy hair fell in his face, his skin was an unwashed tangerine color, and his clothes were covered in his own sweat as well as the letter “A” written with yellow spray paint.

My heart fell in realization. “Daryl?!” I gasped, stepping closer to him. He slowly looked up at me. My heart broke seeing his eyes a dull grey color instead of their usual brilliant blue.

“Don’t speak to him,” Dwight warned, making his way back over to us.

“What’ve you done to him?!” I fumed, balling my hand into a fist and kneeling next to Daryl.

“Easy, girl.” Negan tried to calm me down, placing a hand on my shoulder and pulling me away from him. “Dwight, meet me in a few minutes. Let’s go, darlin’.” Without another word, he took Daryl down the hall and outside as we continued the other direction.

“What the hell is he doing here?!” I blurted out.

“He seemed useful,” he shrugged. “And since he’s so important to you, I just had to take advantage.” He stopped and stared me straight in the eye. “You slip up even once, and his head is on the chopping block.”

“You sick bastard,” I jeered, glaring coldly at him.

“Woah woah woah, now! I’m keeping him alive unless you want him to end up like your other two friends.” Sadly, I lowered my head and held my tongue. There’s no telling what they’re doing to him here! He looked so beaten and broken, and it made my heart ache to see him that way. As long as he’s not at the mercy of Lucille, I guess he’s in good shape.

“Can I at least know where you’re keeping him?” I gingerly inquired.

“Why?” He stopped in his tracks, facing me. “You gonna break him out? You gonna run back to him and leave me hangin’?” The intensity in his voice caused me to shrink back from him as he stepped closer. “Not cool. Honey, you might want to think about your decisions because you could be the deciding factor between whether or not your people are kept alive. Got it?” Without uttering a word, I quickly nodded.

“Good. I wanna show you somethin’ real quick.” I suddenly realized we were in a much nicer looking hallway as he pulled me to a set of double doors. I looked in to see seven young women–some even younger than me–in black dresses sitting around, doing their hair and makeup, drinking scotch, smoking, and silently talking.

“These,” he spoke, catching my attention, “are my wives. These lovely ladies have been with guys who get themselves into some pretty sticky situations. Take Sherry for example.” He pointed to a petite woman with short, honey blonde hair and a pretty face. “She and her now ex-husband and her sister ran off with some of our goods after I planned on marrying her sister. They came back, their sister was dead, and I was gonna punish them,” he trailed off, lifting Lucile into his line of vision, “but Sherry offered to marry me. And here she is now,” he chuckled, nodding in her direction. “Now, the reason why I don’t keep you in here with these ladies is because I have a lot of respect for you.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not gonna propose here and I won’t force you, but–I’m just sayin’–I can offer you a better deal. That room you got is private and all but I have a suite right next to mine.” He leaned in. “I can move you in up there.” His eyes petrified me as he moved even closer. “But only if you accept my offer.”

“W-what offer?” I stammered as he inched nearer, his lips dangerously close to mine.

“Well, you’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure that part out yourself.” His lips barely brushed mine before the radio in his pocket went off.

“It’s D,” Dwight’s voice came over the radio. “Are we still meeting?”

With a deep, frustrated sigh, he ducked away and pulled out his walkie. “Yeah. You gotta work on your timing, man.”

“Did I interrupt something?” He awkwardly inquired.

“Sorta.” He waved it off. “It’s fine. I’ll be there soon.” He switched it off and put it in his back pocket. “Sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. But as I said, the offer stands. All ya gotta do is accept it when you’re ready.” He placed his arm on the small of my back and led me away to the catwalk we passed on our way in.

Seconds later, Dwight joined us. “Heya, D! How ya doin’?”

“Not too bad,” he answered, leaning forward the railing. “Hi, (Y/n),” he acknowledged me. I nodded at him with a half grin. His greeting didn’t quell the grudge I held against him for everything he’s done to us, especially Daryl.

“He is going ape-shit!” He chuckled, leaning back on the railing.

“Yep,” Dwight nodded, silently proud of his work. I glowered at him.

“And you? You are hustlin’. It’s working. It’s working slow but, hey, some people are harder to break than others.”

“Yeah,” Dwight agreed, standing up straight. “He’s close.”

“Yeah, he is,” Negan smirked. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stick around for their conversation. If I hear about anything they’re doing to him, I’ll go ape-shit myself.

“Hey, er… Negan?” I spoke up in a sweet voice.

“What’s up, darlin’?” He asked, looking down at me.

“Do you care if I look around a little bit?” I asked, turning to him and running a finger up his chest. “So I can, you know, find my way around?”

He stared down at me with lustful eyes as my finger traveled up to his chin. “Well, uh-”

“C'mon. Just for a little while?” My insides burned as I batted my eyes at him.

Shaking off his awestruck look, he nodded and said, “Sure. Just make sure you’re back in your room in 10 minutes.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I wanna show you somethin’ else.”

“Can’t wait,” I replied in the same tone.

“Ooh, warming up to me already?” That devilish smirk brushed over his pearly white teeth. “I love it. See ya in 10.” As I turned to leave, I felt his hand squeeze my butt. It took everything in me not to turn back around and smack him across the face. I took in a deep breath, and made my way back to my room. “That’s a woman right there, D!” I shuddered as I distinctly heard him brag to Dwight.

As soon as I got there, I began to hear music. It was upbeat, peppy, and somewhat irritating. After a few more seconds, it abruptly stopped. Before I could step into my room, it started again. It was already starting to get on my nerves, so I decided to investigate and marched down the hall towards the music.

Before I could reach the source, my heart jumped at the sight of Daryl sneaking out of his cell. Luckily, no one was around to see him but me. “Daryl!” I whisper-yelled at him. He snapped his head in my direction and ran to me as quickly and silently as possible. As soon as he reached me, he threw his arms around my waist and buried his head in my shoulder as my arms went around his neck. I tried my best to ignore the putrid scent of his clothes as we held each other there. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked tearfully, pulling away and looking at him.

“They think I’m useful,” he grunted, looking back at me. “They ‘been tryin’ to break me this whole time.”

“Come with me,” I offered. “I can get you some real food and a nice shower-”

“I can’t do that, (Y/n). It’ll get one of us or someone back home killed.”

“At least let me show you where I’m staying. We’ve got to be quick, though. Negan will be there in about 5 minutes.” Daryl nodded hesitantly, and followed me down the hall to my room. “If you ever need anything, come by when you can. Otherwise I’ll bring you something.” I hugged him once more before pointing towards the exit. “The exit’s that way.”

“I ain’t leavin’ without ya,” he argued. “I can’t leave you here by yourself.”

“You have to,” I countered. “Like you said: someone will end up dead. Go without me.” He shook his head. “Please, Daryl,” I begged, placing my hands on his shoulders and forcing him to face me. “Just go.”

With a sigh, he squeezed me one last time. “I’ll come back for ya.”

“If I can get out,” I mumbled, pulling away from him. Without another word, he snuck towards the exit. I quickly went back into my room, sat on the leather chair and waited for Negan to come by. Before too long, I heard a knock on my door. I shot out of my place, and made my way to the door, opening it to see that same smug face scanning me up and down.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he winked. “Find your way around all right? No issues with getting lost?”

“Oh no,” I waved him off. “No problem.” I put on a fake, sultry smile for him. “So, what’s the plan?”

He cleared his throat. “Well, now I’m gonna show you-”

The static on his walkie suddenly caught our attention as a voice said, “We’ve got a runner.” My heart stopped.

They caught him.

God only knows what they’re gonna do to him now.

An amused grin stretched across his lip. “Finally, we’ve got some action around here! Let’s go, babe! I want you to see this!” Reluctantly, I followed behind him, fighting my stomach as it twisted and churned. We went through the exit to see nine Saviors circled around Daryl. He started that damned two-toned whistle again, swinging Lucille over his shoulder and adding in a different tune shortly after as he made his way to the center of the circle.
With a sigh, he asked, “Are we pissin’ our pants yet?” I stood outside the circle as Daryl watched him carefully. “Who are you?” Negan asked Fat Joey.

“Negan,” he answered.

“Who are you?” He pointed Lucille at the Savior behind him.


“Who are ya?!”

“Negan!” The whole group answered.

“You see that?” He chuckled. “I am everywhere. And this was your shot to prove to me that that fundamental fact was sinking in, and you failed. Which sucks, because your life was about to get so much cooler. Am I right?”

“Damn right,” Joey answered.

Negan stepped closer to him, pressing Lucille to the ground next to his bare feet causing him to jump back a little. “Now, Dwight gave you some options. I don’t think you get it yet. So I’m gonna break it down for you. You get three choices.” He paused for a moment, holding up a finger. “One, you wind up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man. Two, you get out of your cell, you work for points, but you’re gonna wish you were dead. Or three, you work for me, you get yourself a brand-new pair of shoes, and you live like a king! Choice seems pretty obvious. You should know, there is no door number four,” he said, shaking his head. “This is it. This is the only way.”

Daryl remained silent, giving him his trademark side-glare. Part of me wanted him to give in, but the rest of me wanted him to keep fighting. Negan chuckled, fastening his grip on Lucille. “Screw it.”

A yelp escaped my lips as he swung her through the air. I lurched forward, but was stopped by the Savior standing next to Fat Joey. Negan abruptly stopped in front of Daryl, who didn’t move an inch. “Wow!” He backed away from him. “You don’t scare easy. I love that! But Lucille… Well, it kind of pisses her off. She finds it to be disrespectful.” He pointed her at Daryl. “Lucky for you, she’s not feeling too thirsty today.” His face grew darker. “But I am. So…” His face suddenly brightened up again. “I’m gonna go get me a drink. And what better drink is there than this tall glass of-” he turned to see me still being restrained. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked the Savior holding me rightly.

He turned pale. “I-I was just-”

“How many times do I have to tell you numb-skulls?” He shook his head, grabbing my arm and pulling me back to him. “No one messes with her!” His voice was at its maximum volume and intensity. “If anyone’s gonna handle her, it’s ME!” He took a deep breath, pressing his lips to the top of my head, then led us both out of the circle.

The whistling started again, and the Saviors surrounding Daryl proceeded to beat him up. “Aren’t you gonna stop them?” I asked, trying to hide my concern. “I mean, that’s nine against one.”

“That’s protocol for any prisoner that escapes,” he nonchalantly replied.

Nine against one? That’s more than unfair.

Negan and I waited in my room for Dwight to come in with Daryl. I leaned back on the counter while he sat in the chair. This time, they were going to see if they could get him to comply and join them. At this point, it might be best. Maybe we need to stop fighting to survive and allow them to rule us.

The knob turned, and the door creaked open. “Step in,” Dwight ordered Daryl.

He quietly shuffled in, keeping his head down. My heart broke seeing him so tired, beaten up and bloodied.

“Je-sus,” Negan placed Lucille on the floor and stood from the leather chair.

“You…look awful.” Well, what else did he expect?! “Don’t you worry. We’ll have Carson fix you all up. You thirsty? Here.” He handed him a glass of water. “Ah, hell, I forgot. Your mouth is all… puffed up like a baboon’s ass. Need a straw? D, give him a straw. What’s wrong with you?” I wasn’t surprised to see Dwight go straight to the right cabinet and get a straw. “See that guy? He hustles. I like hustle.” Dwight made his way back over, placing the straw in Daryl’s glass. “But believe it or not, things weren’t always cool between us. See, D here–he worked for points. Him and his super hot wife and her super hot sister.”

It dawned on me there that Sherry was his wife. As I listened to the story in detail, I began to feel sorry for Dwight. The way he acts and his dedication to the group are just fronts he puts up to survive in the Sanctuary and protect Sherry. Any noble person would do the same for someone they love, which is exactly what I intend to do if I have to.

“The point being, I think you can be that guy. I think you are ready to be that guy. You look around here. This?” He gestured around the room. “Well… it can all be yours. All you got to do is answer one simple question. Who are you?”

“Just say it,” I thought to myself. “Just say it, and we’ll have a better chance of survival.”

“What, does the cat got your tongue? You’re just overwhelmed by the awesomeness of this? I’m gonna ask you one more time.” He stood right in front of him, holding Lucille close to his face. “Who are you?”

A long period of silence went by before he looked up and answered, “Daryl.” I felt proud of him, but at the same time I believed he made a mistake.

“Oh,” Dwight groaned. “This is the only-”

“Hey. Sst, sst, sst,” Negan stopped him. “It’s cool, D. He made his choice. Ain’t my problem if he made a dumbass choice.” He stroked his hand over his chin in thought. “Go ahead and take him to the fence.”

“No, wait!” I protested before Dwight could grab Daryl. I rushed to Negan. “Don’t do this! He doesn’t deserve it. Let him live!”

“And why should I do that?” He questioned, staring down at me.

“If you do…” I trailed off, glancing sorrowfully at Daryl who discreetly shook his head, his eyes begging me to stop talking. “I’ll accept your proposal.”
Negan exploded with jubilant laughter. “Now THAT is an offer I can’t refuse! Look at you! You’re finally submitting to me!” Suddenly, he grabbed both sides of my face and smashed his lips to mine. It didn’t take long for him to pull away. He sighed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me as close to him as possible. “Dwight, go ahead and take Daryl back. The missus and I have some business to take care of.”

Heartbroken, Daryl glanced back at me before Dwight took him back to his cell. “You made the right decision, sweetheart.” He assured me, running his hands up and down my arms. “I’ll take you to your new room.” He looked right into my eyes with that devilish smirk of his. “We can get to know each other real well.”
I might be on my way to living in luxury, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being a prisoner.

Still, my philosophy stands: Whatever it takes to keep my family alive.

I’ll admit, I argued with myself over this one quite a bit. Regardless, I hope y'all like it!

I also wanted to say a HUGE thanks to those of you who read “This Is It.” The feedback I’ve received has been constructive and heartwarming. You guys welcomed me back into the writing world with open arms, and I really appreciate that!

I hope you guys have enjoyed your holiday season! I get to start up again on Monday. Wheeee… Until next time! Love y'all! -LGN

(Part 3)


A/N; Sorry that I’ve been so inactive lately I’ve been lacking in the ideas department. However, I have several on the way so keep your eyes peeled! 

“Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.  The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year.  If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.  If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.  As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?”

“I know how he feels” a voice sighed behind me and I groaned pausing my movie to roll over and look. Bucky was stood behind the couch his arms resting on the back and his head resting on top of them. “What do you mean?” I asked gently and he shrugged before pulling a face and pushing up to walk away. “Hang on!” I called after him and he froze letting me push the blanket off my legs, place the tub of Ice cream on the table and run across the room. I noted a small smile twitched at the counter of his lips as he watched me. “Tell me” I panted, man I need to work out more, “what did you mean?” I asked. Bucky sighed again and looked across to the TV and nodded at the screen. It had paused on a picture of the beast but I still didn’t understand. “I don’t-”
“For who could ever learn to love a beast?” He quoted but his riddles whereby helping. Bucky had a habit of talking round in circles hoping people would guess what he meant. “Seriously? You don’t get it?” He shouted and I flinched back a little “I’m the beast.”

I understood now. Bucky had identified with the hideous and violent beast in the film. “Bucky” I sighed and he looked away as I tried to take his hand, the real one, in my own. “You don’t know the story do you?” I asked and he shook his head. “He was a beast at first. But then he found someone to love him” I explained and he turned back a little so I gave him an encouraging smile. “And with her love he became a handsome prince who lived happily ever after”
“But he was still a beast-”
“On the outside” I agreed “but he never actually hurt anyone and inside he was kind, gentle and not a beast. So yes, I suppose you are like him. But only the good part” I smiled and took his hand leading him back over to the couch. “What-”
“Your going to watch this with me” I instructed and pushed him down into the soft cushions before resuming my original position.

Bucky was silent throughout the movie, his eyes transfixed on the screen in front of us. While it was my favourite movie I could seem to watch it now, my own eyes glued to the side of Bucky’s face. Two hours later when it had finished I realised the both him and myself where crying silently. “See…” I sniffed and wiped my eyes dry smearing my hastily applied make up. “He wasn’t a beast inside” I smiled and Bucky tore his eye from the screen to look at me and my heart broke. His eyes were red and watery, dropping my latest tub of ice cream without caring for the mess it left. I bundled him into my arms pulling him close and pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “Hey it’s okay” I soothed
“I’m sorry” he sniffed and I smiled making him look at me and wiping his own tears away. “You have nothing to be sorry for” I soothed and he smiled “if I’m beast, you must be my Bell” he said and I rolled my eyes. “Not really but okay. Anything for you” I whispered before being cut off with his lips on my own.

boyfriend!luke coming home to see you sobbing in the middle of the living room. your whole body is shaking in emotional pain and once you see luke, you just break down even more. he drops everything he’s holding and crawls his way towards to you bring you in his arms. your hands are ice cold and you’re shaking so much that it’s transferring to luke. he tightens his arms around you while rests his head on your shoulder, whispering reassurance that you’re going to be okay. after a while of staying in that position, he unwraps one arm to wipe away the tears from your red cheeks. all you could see on his face was the saddest frown which made you want to sob even more. luke shakes his head once he realizes you’re about to cry even more and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “please don’t cry, my love. it breaks my heart seeing you in this much pain.” he says, leaning his forehead against yours while booping your nose with his own. “i will love you until the end of time. you’re my whole world and i’ll always be here for you, okay?” his words were enough to stop the constant flow of tears and make your breathing become regular again. you pulled away from his hand to rest your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat making you grow more tired. you and luke stayed in that position, silence filling the entire room until you broke it. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

Can You Keep A Secret?

A/N: #latetotheparty as usual. God I just can’t seem to get my life together. Funny thing with this is, I wrote half of it a year ago and the other half tonight, so, I’m sorry if it’s bad lmao

Warnings: swearing and cheating.

Pairings: Dan x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 604 words (short af)

Song(s) Used: None

Your P.O.V

Dan. The beautiful boy with the brown eyes. God, I knew from the moment I met him that he would be the death of me. He was something from out of a movie. To me, he was absolutely perfect. The articulated words that spilled from his mouth everytime he spoke was music to my ears.

It’s just that, he didn’t initially feel the same way. I was just someone to help pass time. I made a home out of him while he was just passing through on his journey. Our stars didn’t seem to align and he broke my heart. But, I couldn’t say anything, because it was a secret. Dan and I were in a secret relationship, but I did it to make him happy, I wanted him to be happy more than anything, even if that means putting his happiness before my own.

A secret relationship should’ve been the first red flag. I understand that we couldn’t tell the whole world about it, but the fact was, I wasn’t allowed to tell my friends and family. I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone. He had his own selfish reasons for wanting a secret relationship, and I feel so stupid for not realising any sooner.

Relationships are supposed to be something fun, something to share with the person you love right? Relationships are supposed to be full of love, devotion, passion and trust.

What I did not account for was a “relationship” filled with lies, secrecy and adultery. A relationship founded on lies and secrets.

I was fully committed, but he never was. I guess I should’ve thought everything through before I agreed to something so evil and cynical. But I thought that, that was how love worked, for some odd reason.

I guess it was just the way he would talk to me, making me feel like I was the only one, the one that he wanted. I thought he cared about me, I thought that he loved me. Because that’s how he made me feel. He made me feel loved and cared about. I had never felt that way in my life before.

So, when someone walks into your life, and shows you the stars, and the new ways of life, and they show you a new side of yourself that you’ve never seen, or you never even knew existed, and they show you what it’s like to have some fun and have a good time, to let loose for a little while, always sleep with one eye open at night. Never fully believe a word that they say, be wary of what they do and say.

Because when you agree to a cynical thing, it feels like you can only blame yourself for the way that things turn out .

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Whats wrong with me?”

“Am I not good enough?”

“Was it something I said or did?”

Those are the kind of thoughts I am talking about. They will bug you at night, they will inhabit your mind.

I guess I was just blinded by the thought that true love can exist and I was dancing with the illusion that, that’s what true love looked like.

I guess that’s the reason I’m so fucked up now.