and one guy came up with 'he fell from her favor... and the window'

Burning the Candle at Both Ends

Summary: Y/N finds herself insanely stressed with life at the moment. Between working on hunts and taking some local core classes, she finally has a break down. Lucky for her Dean is always there to make things better, and help her relieve some of that said stress.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, intense stressful situations,some angst, mental break down, dry humping, smut

Word Count: 2,179

Request: This is a little stupid, but if you have time would you mind writing a Dean version of Stressed? If you can’t it’s ok.- @padfootserastartsnow

A/N: Thank @impala-dreamer for the beta read again you’re awesome. I like writing this stressed situation with Dean just to see how different Sam and Dean would react in situations like this. I hope y’all enjoy and feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by soluscheese

Your phone kept buzzing, your computer chimed, and your back was killing you. This was no way for a person to live their life. Even as a hunter, there was no way in hell you could take much more of this. You were taking lore classes at a local college, doing research, and you were still trying to hunt, all at the same time. Everything felt like it was crashing around you, it was all so overwhelming.

“Fuck this,” your leaned back in your chair in the library, “I can’t do this anymore.” Unshed tears threatened to escape your eyes as the words on the screen began to blur. You wanted to be strong, to bite this college stuff in the ass. You were a hunter, you’ve researched about stuff some people knew nothing about. But studying in the classes, worrying about MLA and APA formatting bullshit? Every ounce of your being was screaming at you to drop out and leave the normal life behind. You didn’t need to know all this useless information, that’s why hunters kept journals and relied on each other. At the same time however, you knew this was the right thing to do. “What the hell am I supposed to do?” The main door to the bunker opened with a sickening creak, followed by a slam. “What am I supposed to do!?” You screamed at the top of your lungs, flinging all your stuff off the table.

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Heere We Go Again (Jeremy x Reader)

W/c 1609
Warnings: Cursing and Jeremy being angsty for a second
Requested: Jeremy and the new girl get close when he finds out abt her SQUIP


Jeremy Heere had a lot of guilty pleasures. He had more than he’d care to admit. Staring at you was the most prominent of them, and you’d only met a week ago.

The SQUIP epidemic at the remote Jersey school was long over. In fact, it was a whole new school year altogether. You’d moved over the summer, and there you were on the first day in homeroom. Jeremy Heere was starstruck with a single glance at you, but he didn’t know your secret- you had a SQUIP of your own, from before you’d even relocated.

It started as a way to cope with your anxiety. It was working, too. Not only that, but you had lots of friends in the neighborhood. In seven short days, you’d climbed to the top of the heap, and Jeremy was forced make heart eyes at you from a distance.


“What are your peers going to think when you arrive at school in your neighbor’s PT cruiser?” Your SQUIP scoffed in disgust.

“I like hanging out with Michael!” You defended, running a brush through your hair. “He’s different. And Jeremy, too! I don’t see why it has to be like this, like my friendship with them has to be some kind of dirty secret!” You complained.

“[Name], can’t you see? You aren’t supposed to have a friendship with those two at all! If anything, I am being lenient letting Michael drive you to school.” The SQUIP reasoned. Looking out the window, it scoffed. “Oh, he’s here, ” it said with a roll of its eyes.

You made your way downstairs with haste, greeting Michael as you opened the door.

“Hey dude!” He smiled. “Yo, would it be a big deal if we picked up Jeremy? He doesn’t wanna be that senior that shows up on the bus,”

You smiled a little. “Jeremy? Totally!” You agreed before the SQUIP could protest. It wasn’t happy.

“That twunk? This is a suicide mission!” It exclaimed in disbelief.

“Shut up-” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” Michael turned down his stereo to hear you.

“Oh, um, nothing. Reminder to myself.” You nodded before telling him to keep blasting Bob Marley.
“Heere we are!” Michael parked in Jeremy’s driveway. His soft chuckles told you it was his attempt at a pun, one at which you forgot to laugh.

Jeremy strolled outside, almost tripping at the sight of you in the front seat. Clutching tighter into the straps of his “Boyf” backpack, he cleared his throat.

“Michael!” He chuckled nervously as he slid into the backseat. “You, uh, didn’t tell me that [name] would be joining us!” He tried to whisper to his best friend through gritted teeth.

Despite this, you heard, and it made you frown a little. Did he not like hanging out with you?

The SQUIP and Jeremy were having almost identical thoughts.

That he looked like a slob.

That he was going to make a fool of himself.

That he was never gonna get the girl.

The only sound to fill the car was Michael’s tunes, of which you were grateful. You would have been able to hear a pin drop, otherwise.
Pulling up to the school, your SQUIP made sure you didn’t waste a second. Any time spent with Michael and Jeremy was time that your reputation could fall apart.

Knowing that lingering would result in a painful shock, you waved to the two boys hastily and scurried off.

“….What’s her deal?” Michael tilted his head, fiddling with his headphone cord between his fingers. Jeremy scoffed.

“She’s embarrassed to be seen with us. Isn’t it obvious?” Jeremy scoffed. He was frustrated with himself thinking that you’d ever be with someone like him.

“I mean, maybe. But like, when she first met us, she liked us.”

“Michael, she realized we’re losers! Can’t you see that?” Jeremy was gripping his bag with so much feeling, his knuckles were a pale white.

“Something…something is up. I’m gonna find out” Michael insisted.

“Whatever,” Jeremy huffed.


You walked through the hall, Chloe going on about something that you tuned minutes ago. You hadn’t seen Jeremy in homeroom or Michael on the way to English, and it worried you.

“What about you, [name]?” Brooke asked, yanking you violently back into reality. Luckily, your SQUIP was paying attention.

“The Gucci belt,” It said as if it were obvious.

“Oh, totally the Gucci belt,” you nodded with a smile.

“Good choice!” Chloe gave a nod of approval, and you almost audibly sighed with relief.

If only you could have heard your headphone-wearing friend behind you.

“[Name]!” Michael grabbed your wrist, and you jumped a little.

“Where did you come from?” You asked with concern, telling Chloe and Brooke you’d meet with them later.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day!” He snapped, eyes full of anger and disappointment.

“I haven’t seen you all-shit,” you whispered. “The op-opti….” you murmured.

“Optic….o-optic nerve blocking?” Michael stuttered in a hushed tone. Your SQUIP growled, sending a shock through your body. A seal confirmed Michael’s thoughts.

“How did you…” You were cut off as he dragged you into the school utility closet. “What the hell are you doing?” You asked, immediately being hushed. Michael whipped out his phone, swiftly tapping out a message and shoving it back in his pocket. Within minutes, Jeremy practically fell through the door.

“Did you really buy premium? How did you even-” He asked eagerly before realizing you were there. Blushing, he reminder himself to get back at Michael later.

“What is this about?” You squirmed as another shock ran through you.

Jeremy went as pale as the white wall behind him.

“Holy shit! She’s…she’s squipped.” His heart fell. How long had he known the real you? “Listen, [name], I need you to tell me about this last month or so,” Jeremy instructed in a calm voice, taking your hands in his.

Confused as you were, you obeyed.
“I moved here to Jersey from Omaha, Nebraska,” you nodded slowly, “and I’d just bought a little pill for my anxiety. A little gray one,” you explained.

Michael and Jeremy’s faces grew more concerned and horrified with every syllable.

“When I came here, I had friends. All I had to do was listen to the voice in my head. It was amazing!” You were shocked again, and Michael had to start thinking quickly.

“We have Mountain Dew Red at my house. We’ve got to get here there ASAP,” Michael whispered to Jeremy, who nodded.

“I met you guys, and I loved hanging with you guys, but-” another shock- “My SQUIP wouldn’t let me,” you gripped Jeremy’s hands tighter, the pain becoming worse.

Knowing you guys needed a quicker solution, Michael ran out of the closet without a word, leaving you and Jeremy there by yourselves.

“You don’t have to talk anymore if it hurts,” Jeremy reassured you, releasing your hands and wrapping his lanky arms around you in a hug.

You felt content and secure as you returned the favor.

Michael flew in, and you and Jeremy flew apart awkwardly.

“Drink this!” Michael insisted, holding out a flask. Tilting your head back, you chugged, coughing as you finished.

“Was that-”

“Alcohol? You bet. Jake had a flask on him, thank god” Michael nodded.

“No! You’re ruining your chance at happiness, you cannot simply-” The SQUIP began ranting before it turned into some incoherent foreign language.

Jeremy pat Michael on the back. “Good thinking, my dude.”

“Now come on!” Michael ushered you two out the door, practically sprinting to his car. “We’ve gotta gooooo!” He said impatiently.

You weren’t feeling well, so you climbed in the backseat to lay down. Jeremy offered to stay back there too, to make sure you were alright. Laying your head on his lap, you smiled weakly.

“How do you know so much about the SQUIP?” You looked up at him. He looked like an angel with the lighting of the window. Granted, you were a little tipsy.

“I, uh..I used to have one myself,” Jeremy admitted. “It almost like, destroyed mankind. Not good,” he chuckled lightly.

“Really?” You asked, surprised. He nodded.

“I wanted to be cool,” Jeremy shrugged.

“I dunno if it’s worth it. I didn’t get to hang out with my buddies that I liked the most,” you confided. “Or the guy I was kinds into…”

Jeremy’s heart sank. “For real?” He asked, silently moping. You nodded, giggling a little.

“He’s a cutie!” You sat up, head now on Jeremy’s shoulder.

“I bet.” Jeremy frowned.

“What’s wrong?” You looked at him, noses centimeters apart.

“[Name], you know, I just…” He was too frustrated to finish, instead deciding to lean forward and gently press his lips to yours.

Shocked and estatic, you eagerly pulled him closer, roughly deepening the kiss. Jeremy smiled, happily reciprocating.

“Can you guys not conceive a child in the backseat of my ride? Thanks.” Michael laughed, and your faces reddened as you muttered an apology.

Opening his garage door, he went to his mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of Mountain Dew Red.

“This is like, a lifestyle you’re giving up. It’s for the good of the world, though.” Michael nodded, giving you the bottle. Looking at Jeremy and Michael, you knew what your new life was gonna consist of, and it didn’t seem bad at all. Taking two sips, you put it back on the table and gave a thumbs up.

You still had all sorts of friends, but made your boyfriend and best friend a priority. The three of you were inseparable, and the only other shock you’d gotten that year was when Jeremy asked you to prom.

Wieners & Peaches

Originally posted by kimsjaehwan

next chap. ->

Characters: Wanna One x Reader

The apartment building you were living in was brand new, so there were a bunch of available apartments to rent, including five other apartments surrounding yours. All of the neighbors you’ve met so far were the sweetest people, and it’s so nice and quiet around the area, it was safe for children and safe for somebody like you. The five other apartments are finally sold, and you couldn’t be happier to have someone to share the floor with. Two families and a duo of boys moved in on the east wing of the 22nd floor, and on the west wing, where your apartment and the two others were located, was now occupied by four other guys, two in one respectively. And now, after a few months has passed by, you’re regretting your wish of wanting neighbors.

WARNING: Inappropriate behaviors and use of curse words!

 I’ll edit this tomorrow, but for now, enjoy while you can? pls have mercy, it’s been waaaaaaaay toooooooo long. I live for neighbor!wanna one. I haven’t proofread it yet, it’s way past midnight, my eyes hurt, my hamster’s sleeping and I have work tomorrow. I’ll just drop it here and if people like it, I might continue? idk, we’ll see. 

Second A/N: I somewhat proofread it? and I edited quite a few things. See for yourself and thanks a bunch! <3

“Can I borrow some eggs, babe?”

There wasn’t anything you had against your neighbors, they were all nice and sweet, with the exception of them.

You had a long day before this very morning; you had work starting from three pm to midnight and were almost late to work due to the heavy rush hours of Seoul, and by the time you got to your work place, GS25 at Samseong, your boss, Mr. Kwon asked if you could work overtime until he could find another to take the next shift after yours. Which was the midnight shift, also known as, the shift nobody wants to take. He explains himself further by saying Woojung’s Grandmother died and had to urgently leave for Ilsan, and as much as you hated it, you still said yes. Woojung was one of your closest friends, he would have done the same for you.

Five hours into your nine hour shift, there was still no call or message from Mr. Kwon, which left you with a bad stomach, but you still tried to think positive about it and told yourself he must have forgotten to call you, he was one forgetful old man. When five hours eventually turned to eight, that’s when he called back.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, but could you please just cover the entire shift for Woojung?”

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Secret Santa

TianShan Xmas Event: Presents (Day 2)
Fandom: 19 days
Rating: Mature
Status: 1/2
Warnings: None
Pairing: TianShan
Words: 4,102

Summary: Based on this freaking hilarious & amazing prompt!! I hope you don’t mind that I ran with it. I’m not sure this is what you expected but hey lol enjoy!

When Mo took the volunteer job at the mall, he had done so begrudgingly. It was punishment after all, brought about by boiled-over frustration that had fueled the language he’d used to respond to his teacher’s inquiries about his tardiness. It was the third time that week he’d been late. Put on the spot, he didn’t know how to explain that money was always tight around the holidays and he’d been walking to and from school each morning in lieu of the train.

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Study Dates (¾)

Summary:  Finals week is approaching at Midtown High School and with her grades beginning to slip, the reader spends her time at the library with Peter Parker.

Word Count: 1,041

AN: i hope you guys enjoy :)) btw, i loOooove tom in this sweater im

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Finals week was finally here. It came out of nowhere and caught Y/N completely off guard. Even after her study sessions with Peter after school, she’d come home and take a nap before looking over her notes for the rest of the night. However, the one day that she decided to take a break, she almost overslept and arrived at school a couple minutes before the first bell rang.

“You’re in, man! You’ve got all this action with Y/N and now you’ve got a date with her! Get in there, son!” Ned punches Peter’s arm after he spilled the beans over what happened over the last week.

“Yeah, maybe,” Peter massaged over the area that was just assaulted, “not now. Though. You should’ve seen her. These tests are really wracking her brain.”

“Speaking of, where is she?”

On cue, Y/N came rushing in, dragging her bag behind her. “I’m here! I’m not late, I’m here,” she announced. Her hair was in a ponytail to hide her greasy, messy hair since she fell asleep on her notes the previous night and didn’t have time to shower. Her two friends watched as she walked around like a lost little girl and both called out to her.

“Are you okay? You look like you just came back from living in a van for the past couple of months.” Ned commented, getting a shove from both Y/N and Peter.

“I overslept you ass. I spent all night studying and woke up with my work all over the place,” she slung her bag over her shoulder, sighing, “this is not how I wanted my morning to go. I was supposed to wake up early. Shower! And actually get here on time to review but now I’ve come late and now I’m going to fail all of m-”

Y/N was interrupted by the clamor coming from in front of her.

“No, no, stop stressing! You’ll do great!” “I don’t want to hear any of that!” “You’re smart as hell and I know you can do it!” “I studied with you every day, you’ve got this shit down.” Peter and Ned were throwing words of encouragement every which way to cease her doubt.

Y/N took a moment to look over at both of her friends, staring at them in appreciation. “Thank you, guys. Seriously.” The two spread their arms out and engulfed her into a huge hug ball that took the breath right out of her. “Okay, okay, I need to breathe to take these finals I’ve dedicated my life to.”

Letting go, Peter and Ned apologized after giving her her space and time to recover. Before anyone could say anything else, the bell rang and dread filled Y/N. “That’s me. I’ll see you guys at lunch, wish me luck!” She waved as she walked away from the two.

Peter watched her walk away, completing ignoring Ned’s new conversation topic about Spanish class as his mind visited the moments he and Y/N had in the library together last Friday.

Since it was their last day together studying, Peter thought he’d take it easy on his pupil. Both of them took their seats at their usual table near the window and before she could pull out her binder, Peter placed a box of macarons in front of Y/N. Her eyes filled with delight and excitement.

“Peter! Oh, my gosh, these are my absolute favorites.” She gushed over the desert, pulling it close to her and studying the each macaron. “Is this why you took forever to meet me at the car? Or did you just have these chilling in your bag the whole day?” She asked, scrunching her nose in slight disgust.

“No, they weren’t prancing around in my bag all day. Even if you were, you’d probably still eat them,” Y/N nodded in agreement, “I got Ned to do me a favor and pick them up before the day ended.”

“Well, tell him I said thank you very much. And I also would’ve accepted any kind of chocolate.” She grinned as she took a bite out of the desert. “But why the macarons? Surely I haven’t been that good a student.”

“Well, sorta. You have been a good student, but I just wanted to treat you after how stressful this week may have been. You can have at least one moment of joy in the library.” he joked.

She simply rolled her eyes as she took another bite,  “Peter, spending all this time with you in this library has been a joy.”

He felt his heart leap and his face heat up a million degrees more at her compliment. 

“And it’s been a pleasure being with you, Y/N.”

During lunch, Peter and Ned sat at their table, looking at the people passing by. Peter’s eyes kept shooting toward the entrance, hoping he’d see his study buddy. Then, as if out of a slow-motion movie scene, he spots her making her way toward their table, taking her hair out of a bun and straightening it out with her fingers, leaving Peter with his eyes locked on her.

“That fucking killed.” Y/N dropped her bag on top of the table, tiredly sighing.

“That bad?” Ned asked.

“Well let’s just say if I didn’t study the whole week, half of that quiz would’ve been empty. And some questions I probably would’ve made up some answer up,” she sat next to Peter, “so at least I’ve improved slightly thanks to him.” She pointed to the boy sitting next to her.

Peter was still in a trance for Y/N’s hair hypnotizing from earlier. He sat with his hands in his lap, staring at the bag atop the table.

“What’s wrong with him?” Y/N looked at him confused and creeped out.

“uh,” Ned scrambled to come up with an excuse to cover for his best friend, “geometry hit him pretty hard today.” Y/N dismissed it and got up from her seat to grab her lunch. Once she wasn’t in sight, Ned kicked Peter’s shin under the table. “Dude!”

Peter jumped, sudden pain emerging from his leg, “What the hell, man?!”

“Next time Y/N decides to turn into a Garnier Fructis commercial, close your mouth and act less like a weirdo!”

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Mistletoe - Calum Hood

Originally posted by outerspaceimagines

Happy 13th Day of Christmas :D

“Luke, where the fuck are you!” Y/n yelled trying to help her cousin decorate his abnormally large house, suddenly realizing that she hasn’t heard his voice for the past hour, walking around seeing him asleep on his bed curled up with his pig, a small sigh leaving her lips not wanting to wake him knowing how hard of a time he’d been having lately, quietly shutting the door giving them some ‘privacy’.

She walked back down to the kitchen checking on the snacks in the oven, sighing softly when she heard a knock on the door, groaning softly as she went to answer it, her heart racing when she saw the familiar face of Calum through the window, quickly opening the door. “Hey…whatcha doing here?” She asked softly a bit surprised.

“Came to see if you and Luke need help setting up for the party tonight” he offered while handing her a coffee as she smiled taking a sip, humming softly tasting the gingerbread latte on her tongue.

“Help would be great. Luke fell asleep on me, and I can’t cook and decorate by myself” she said letting him in, Calum looking around in awe at the wonderland in front of him. “It’s a bit messy, haven’t finished decorating.”

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Enouement- 18

Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: Lots????

Warnings: None

Master   Part 17

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

The living room was full of boxes, shoved up against walls with Sharpie scribbled on the sides. The windows were open, a gentle breeze flowing in and carrying the music of an old CD player through the house. The floors shined, freshly mopped, and you hummed along to the song as you wiped down each and every surface of the kitchen.

The screen door squeaked open and Bucky huffed, pushing through the open door with a heavy box in his hands. Steve was on his heels, carrying a box he could barely see around, and the two pairs of sneakers squeaked on the floor as they sat the boxes down among the others. Poking your head around the corner, you frowned at them both.

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anonymous asked:

30 and 57 because why not :P

Why not indeed, nonny ;D I hope you don’t mind me putting a different spin on this one

Malec: 57: “Is that my shirt?” + 30: “So that’s it? It’s over?”

Alec didn’t usually wake up in a stranger’s bed.

That was not to say he didn’t ever have one-night stands; he did. Every now and then, he’d cave in and accompany his siblings out. In a few of those occasions, some guy would draw his attention. From a beer or two up, it was just a matter of time until they found their way out of the party. It worked well, for everyone involved.

But the thing was, Alec usually ended up leaving his hook-ups’ houses before falling sleep. It was just easier that way. No attachments, no intimacy. Both the guy and he would get what they wanted, and Alec would be home before the sun was up again.

So really, he didn’t know why this time had been different. But it had, since he woke up with someone’s head laying on his shoulder, in a bed of silk sheets.

Magnus. That was the guy’s name. Magnus Bane, home designer. Magnus Bane, who had the most beautiful eyes Alec had ever seen, and the quickest wit as well.

Magnus Bane, who was now smiling sheepishly at him. “Good morning, Alexander.”

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Always Mine - Chapter 1

Hey guys! So I have recently had a rather unhealthy obsession with the character Negan from The Walking Dead. I mean come on, have you seen the man? It’s kind of hard not to become obsessed! So I decided to try and write my own Negan fanfic. He will be solely be based off of what I have seen on the show and whatever research I have done since I have not had the chance to read the comics. I really hope you guys like it and please leave me a message on what you think!

Summary: While he has Rick’s group on their knees, Negan comes across someone who he has a past with. He had hoped to find her again while she had hoped he would stay away. 

Warnings: Swearing. Negan being Negan 

Any gifs I use do not belong to me! 

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead. I only own my character Katherine.

“All right! We got a full boat. Let’s meet the man.”

Katherine kept her eyes on the ground when she heard the man knock on the door of the RV. She felt her father shaking next to her and that scared her. As much as they had been through, her father never once showed how afraid he was. But this was different and it scared her. What was going to happen?

Her breath caught in her throat when the RV door opened. Lifting her blue eyes up, she saw a man step out and her heart instantly plummeted. She knew this man. He looked almost the same as the last time she saw him except he was a little slimmer and he had a beard.

Originally posted by werewolvesxo

“No,” She whispered, looking right back down on the ground. Her heart was racing.

‘No there is no way it’s him.’ She thought to herself.

“Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting fucking close.”

Katherine’s heart stopped. She knew that voice and it just cemented what she didn’t want to acknowledge a minute ago. It was him.

“It’s gonna be pee pee pants city here real soon. Which one of you fucking pricks is the leader?”

“It’s this one.” Katherine heard someone say. She swallowed the lump in her throat and kept her gaze on the ground as footsteps came towards her and stopped in front of her father. She was thankful her brown hair was long and hiding her face. She never thought she’d see him again and truthfully, that was okay with her. She had tuned out everything he was saying, to focused on not being sick. Her thoughts were racing. Images flashed through her mind of the past. Her heart clenched painfully each time a new image popped up. Things had been good but in the blink of an eye, she was leaving Virginia to head back home to Atlanta to be with her family. And to feel safer.

“So, now I’m gonna fucking beat the holy hell outta one of you.” Katherine’s eyes widened as she apparently picked the wrong time to tune back in. She kept her terrified gaze on the ground in front of her. She felt her body shaking as Negan introduced his bat who he had named Lucille.

Another flashback hit Katherine. She knew the real Lucille. That was how she came to meet Negan. She wasn’t proud of how things started with them and regretted it even to this day. She had become a mistress without even meaning to and when she tried to leave was when shit hit the fan.

“You’re mine, Katherine! You’re not going anywhere.”

She had her eyes closed as she remembered those words. It was after that she realized it was time to head back to Atlanta. She had thought everything would be okay but now she  was wishing the ground would open her up and swallow her. She heard Negan start walking up and down the line.

“Huh, I gotta fucking shave this shit.” She heard him say as he walked passed her again. She peaked out of the corner of her eye and saw he was now in front of her brother. Her heart hammered against her chest.

“You got one of our guns. Yeah, you got a lot of our fucking guns.” She saw how Carl just stared at him. In a different time, she probably would have laughed. Carl had grown up so much but in this world, you had to grow up fast. “Fuck kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.” Katherine watched as Negan stood and tucked the gun into the waist of his jeans. She was almost regretting her decision to come out on this trip. She wasn’t going to but she wanted to help Maggie. She needed the doctor at Hilltop and they were all determined to get her there. But now look where they were.

She heard him whistle as he kept walking up and down. Tears were stinging her eyes at the realization one of her friends, no, one of her family members was about to die. She tried not to tense when he once again stopped next to her, this time next to Maggie.

“Jesus. You look fucking shitty. I should just put you out of your misery.” Katherine’s eyes widened but before she could move, she heard Glenn.

“No! No!” Negan’s men tackled him to the ground and hit him before Negan stopped them.

“Nope, get him back in fucking line.”

Katherine heard Maggie crying as well as Glenn.

“No. No. No. Don’t. Don’t.” He choked on his sobs as he was talking. Negan laughed and shook his head.

“All right, listen. Don’t any of you fucks try that again. I will shut shit down, no exceptions. First one’s free. It’s an emotional moment, I get it.” Katherine listened as he kept talking about picking someone. Tears fell from her eyes. Her whole world seemed to stop however when she suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming her way. She choked on a sob as black boots came into her sight.

“Now who is this? She hasn’t even looked at me fucking once.”

Katherine heard her father start to say something but Negan cut him off.

“Fuck off Rick.” He laughed. “I need to know everyone is on board and I can’t do that when they won’t fucking look at me.”

Katherine’s breathing was coming out in short spurts.

“Look at me, Doll.” Katherine made no move to look up. She heard him growl as he bent down and a gloved hand gripped her chin. “I said look at me,” he hissed, pulling her chin up.

Katherine gasped as her terrified blue eyes met brown. She saw how his eyes flashed with shock before a smirk formed on his face.

“Well holy shit! Look who we fucking have here!”

Katherine was sure her heart was going to jump out of her chest with how fast it was going. Negan kept the smirk on his face.

“What? No fucking hello or maybe even a little kiss?” Katherine could feel her father’s eyes on her along with the rest of the group. She shook her head slightly. “What a fucking shame. Here I thought you’d be fucking happy to see me, Kitty Kat.” Katherine almost vomited at the old nickname. Her breath caught in her throat when he lent forward and moved her hair to whisper in her ear. “Because I have fucking missed you, Doll.” He chuckled in her ear before pulling back and standing up.

Negan noticed how Rick was glaring at him and it didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

“This your kid? Fucking has to be. You look like I just touched your fucking most prized possession.” Negan just laughed before looking around.

“Dwighty boy. Do me a favor. Load Kitty Kat here up in the RV and make sure she’s stays put until I get there.”

Everyone’s eyes widened as a man with stringy blond hair and a half burned face walked over and roughly pulled Katherine up to her feet.

“Easy Dwight. I’ll need her.” He winked at Katherine as she was drug away from her group. She could hear her father pleading with Negan to let her go but she knew it was going to happen. Once in the RV, Dwight pushed her down into a seat at the table.

Katherine couldn’t help the tears that sprung to her eyes. She had spent so long trying to keep away from him. When the apocalypse started, she felt some small sense of relief. She never wished death on anyone. She had just hoped that they’d never run into each other if he was still around. Seems like fate had other plans for her.

She started to cry harder when she heard the screams and cries from her group.

“Oh shit, he is taking a fucking beating.” Dwight smirked at her. Katherine just placed her head in her hands on the table and sobbed. She covered her ears with her hands, trying to block out the screaming.

Just when she thought it was done, she pulled her hands away only to her Dwight curse.

“Your friend is a moron.” Katherine quickly stood up and looked out the window seeing Daryl was on the ground with guns pointing at him.

“No!” She tried to run out but Dwight blocked her. Her and Daryl were close. He was like another brother to her. “Let me go!”

“Shut up!” He pushed her back and she fell on the ground. Dwight pulled Daryl’s crossbow around front and held it at her. Katherine lent up on her elbows. “Don’t move. Your boy out there has already gotten you guys into more trouble. You really wanna add to it?”

She couldn’t even talk before she heard more crying. She saw Dwight look out the window and smirk.

“Ya see. Come here.” He walked over and picked her up the collar of her shirt and pulled her back over to the window. Her eyes widened and her stomach rolled when she saw Abraham was no longer there, but a bloody mess on the ground that had been blocked by Daryl and Negan’s men just a few seconds ago. She turned her eyes and gasped, tears starting to fall as she watched Negan beat Glenn with Lucille.

“No! No! Stop!” She yelled beating on the window. She turned and looked at Maggie who was sobbing. Katherine slumped and fell down to the ground.

“Ya see? Ya see what happens when people don’t listen?” Katherine just curled up into a ball and cried.

She didn’t know how much time had passed while she cried. But she couldn’t help but look up when the RV door open and her father was thrown inside. Rick quickly sat up as Negan walked in. He looked around, his eyes finding Katherine on the ground. He smirked at her and turned back to Dwight.

“We’re good here Dwight. Go help fucking make sure all those pricks stay in line while we’re gone.”

Katherine’s eyes stayed wide. Where were they going?! She locked eyes with her dad and she noticed the blood on his cheek. Tears stung her eyes again as Dwight left and Negan shut the RV door. Katherine looks down at the floor when Negan walks over and slams Rick’s ax into the table. Katherine jumped in shock, making Negan laugh.

He walked over and sat down in the drivers seat. He turned his head and grinned at her, showing off his white teeth. 

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“Let’s go for a ride.”



Ghosts On My Shoulders | Ezekiel

Originally posted by the-walking-dead-art

Guys, Ezekiel is in my top 3 favorite characters for this show, and his reaction to Shivas death totally did me in last night. Just as I wrote one for Aaron, here’s my piece for my ray of sunshine who deserves the world. 

If you like this, please let me know! It’s fluffy and sad and everything he needs. I’d be more then willing to write for him again.

Prompt: You take care of Ezekiel when he returns from the Saviors Compound; The only thing that catches you off guard is the deathly silence that follows his entrance, followed by the bullet wound in his leg, and in the company of Carol and Jerry. 

Spoilers for 8x04- Some Guy

Numb fingers absentmindedly picked at the nylon strings of your guitar as you basked in the afternoon sunlight, reveling in the peace that had settled among the left over people of the Kingdom. The courtyard was bathed in warmth as young children ambled about freely, laughter ringing in the air as you gazed upon them. 

It had been months since you’d come to the Kingdom under the protection of Jerry, who after saving you from a hoard of walkers had immediately taken you back to his home and introduced you to Ezekiel. You weren’t stupid. You knew a facade when you saw one, and the second you laid eyes on their King, you knew there was a different man hiding behind the mask he wore for his people. 

The garden had become one of your favorite places to hide away in. The smell of the flowers were divine, encompassing you in a sickly sweet smell that obstructed the lingering scent of the dead outside the walls. It was also the first place that Ezekiel had bared his soul to you, and in return, you fell head over heels in love with him. 

Unfortunately, you had yet to tell him. A King deserved more then a mere soldier. 

You had been one of the few to stay behind from the raid on the Saviors Compound, under clear instructions to lead the Kingdoms in its defenses. Things had been far too quiet since they’d left, and your stomach twisted in anticipation over what could have happened. 

When the world falls down, my dear..

  “Madam!” Henry, the younger brother to the recently deceased Benjamin, came rushing forward from the main street to meet you at the entrance of the Royal Garden. “Your Majesty has returned from the Compound!” 

Almost immediately, you furrowed your brow in confusion. Ezekiel had left the Kingdom with a large portion of its population alongside his faithful tiger, Shiva. So if he had returned.. why was it so deathly silent? 

You followed Henry to the main gates and froze mid-step at the sight in front of you. Ezekiel was hobbling through the entrance with his whole weight leaning against his staff, Carol and Jerry flanking closely behind him. Your blood ran cold when his eyes met your own from across the way, and it finally hit you. 

Shiva had not returned with him. 

I will return home to you. 

Carol,” You murmured, gripping her wrist as she stopped beside you. “What happened?” The older womans icy blue eyes snapped upward to meet your own y/e/c, and she inhaled deeply before finally being able to recant the story. 

  “We were cornered in the creek bed on the way back here. It was bad. I went off into the Compound to check it out because I for some reason thought that it would be empty. Just as I got inside.. I heard the gunfire. Christ y/n… It was so loud. Everyone was screaming, and by the time I got to a window to see the result, they were all dead.” Your breathing hitched as your eyes fluttered shut, grip tightening on her wrist as her fingers wound around your own. “When we were in the creek, Ezekiel wanted Jerry and I to leave him behind because he was wounded. He nearly got cornered by walkers.. and then Shiva jumped out of nowhere, and she saved him.” 

And that’s when everything fell into place. 

  “He saved her, and in return.. She saved him.” You breathed in awe. While it was tragically heartbreaking that Ezekiel had lost a piece of himself, you couldn’t help but praise the magnificent animal for the devotion she had shown to Ezekiel. “I have to make sure he’s alright.” 

  “I figured you’d say that. I think it’s best that you be the one to approach him. He’s the lowest he’s probably ever been.” 

Turning on your heel, you lightly jogged in the direction of Ezekiels quarters, cutting through the hallways until you abruptly stopped in front of his door. It was cracked open, and through the gap you could barely see Ezekiel making work of attempting to remove his shirt. 

  “Blasted thing-” 

  “Ezekiel?” You called out. Ezekiel halted almost immediately and turned towards the door with red-rimmed eyes, fingers curled around the hem of his tanktop. “You’re hurt. C-Can I help you?” 

The Kings head fell to his chest as his shoulders slumped in unison, managing a weak nod as you stepped into the room. “I did not wish for you to see me like this, y/n.” He murmured, wincing as you reached for the scissors on his desk and cut through the blood stained fabric that clung to his skin. “Pathetic, wounded, weak-” 

Warm fingers came to rest upon his skin as you lifted your chin to meet his eyes. “You are far from weak, my King.” You whispered softly. “What happened to your-our people was not your fault. They died with just cause.. protecting you. It’s what they would’ve wanted to die for.” 

Ezekiel sat on the edge of his bed as he ripped open the fabric of his pants to further expose his bullet wound. Carol had managed to stop the bleeding after realizing there was in fact an exit wound, but hadn’t had the proper supplies to stitch him up. “I wanted to be left to fend for myself. I wanted to be left to die at the hands of the dead, and she-” His voice broke off as you rifled through the spare supplies in the corner for his first aid kit. “Shiva sacrificed herself to save me, when in the beginning I saved her. She.. She was all I had left.”

Your heart sank as you slowly turned around to examine a man; A man who had sworn to protect you, to cherish you as his right hand woman, to always fight for your honor despite the fact that you weren’t his. Now that same fearless, driven, compassionate man was hunched over on his bedside mourning the loss of his beloved friend and his family, shoulders trembling with harsh, silent sobs as he grieved. 

  “You are not alone, Ezekiel.” You whispered, fingers gently grazing his blood stained skin with the damp cloth to have better visibility to stitch his wound. Ezekiel lifted his chin and inhaled shakily, bringing his hand to rest on your shoulder as his eyes focused solely on your face; the focus in your y/e/c eyes as you maneuvered the needle through his skin. “You aren’t ever going to be alone. You have me.” 

Your heart nearly stopped when you felt his head sink into your shoulder, fingers desperately prying at your hip to draw you into his lap. It was an welcome intimate gesture that you had been praying for since you’d fallen for him, but you hadn’t expected him to return it. “You are more dear to me then you know, y/n.” He said softly, warm breath ghosting across your skin. A relieved sigh broke past your lips as his fingers wrapped around your hips, pads of his fingers kneading the exposed flesh beneath your shirt. “I mean that with the most sincerity. I.. I have come to do more then admire you. I-” 

Pulling yourself away from his warmth, you played with the hairs on the end of his neck as you recognized the reluctance on his face. “Tell me, Ezekiel. Tell me what’s going through your head.” 

  “I adore you. I have for quite some time.. and I have not allowed myself to feel it for fear that what happened today would also happen to you.” Worried amber eyes pierced your own as his fingers crept up your arms to cup your jaw lightly, thumb lightly tracing the outline of your bottom lip. 

In the dimmed light of his bedroom, mask broken and completely vulnerable to you for the short amount of time that you had known him, he had never been more beautiful to you then in that moment. 

  “We all carry ghosts on our shoulders. They shouldn’t determine who we allow ourselves to fall in love with.” Your lips curled upward in a small smile as you slowly leaned inward, teasingly kissing the corner of his mouth. “Now, if you would do me a favor.. I’d really like it if you could kiss me now.” 

anonymous asked:

63 your writings amazing btw

Okay, so this was from a prompt list I reblogged back in February or so. First of all, I’m so sorry it took me this long. I hope you like it.
(I’ll try to link that post somewhere in here to make it a little bit more organized haha)

XI “Midnight Confession”

“I’m addicted to hurting”

The words had left his parted, dry lips. He was a mess: hair disheveled, stubble on his chin and dark circles so purple only someone who had lived all his life running from one side of the world to another could stand without falling into pieces. It didn’t mean that he wasn’t broken – he pretty much was. Lost eyes, a window to the battlefield where reason and emotions were fighting to death. It was killing him, or so the empty glasses around his spot at the bar announced. She didn’t dare to count them, could only gulp hard once vodka’s infamous scent filled her senses.

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Victor Zsasz Imagine

Originally posted by jellomo

Requested: “may I request a Victor Zsasz x Reader where the reader first finds out about his real work in a less than ideal situation and is scared at first or needs time to think for a day or 2 before returning to him because even with his line of work she realizes she still loves him?” @hannah-is-a-fail

Victor Zsasz x Reader: Fluff

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The Arrangement {Part I}

Part I, Part II

Genre: Angst–> Fluff

Characters: Jiho  x Original Character {Seohyeon} [featuring Hoseok from Monsta X]

Summary: Seohyeon was sold off by her parents to pay off their debt. After she tried to run off and get her fiance to run away with her, but instead she was dragged back to Zico’s place. However, after being with him seven months and her love for her ex begins to fade as she begins to fall for Jiho. But what happens when her ex wants her back and she refuses him not once, but twice?

Word Count: 4902

A bit of violence

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Part Two, Chapter Six: Claire.

Julia (aka Faith) has been separated from Claire in their journey thru the stones and arrived in 2007. A nurse at the hospital she is rushed to quickly takes responsibility for her, accepting her as her own child. A year passes, and it is now time for surgeons to repair the congenital defects of her heart.

You can read previous chapters here.

June, 2008; Edinburgh, Scotland.
Nurse Katie Campbell.

I stood at the observation window and watched Julia’s surgery unfold. I could hear Grannie Fiona’s knitting needles click at a steady, rapid pace from her spot behind me. There was a perfectly good chair beside her, with the same view, but my nerves wouldn’t let me sit still.

Calling in no small amount of favors, the head matron and I had gotten Julia onto the best pediatric pulmonary specialist in Scotland’s waiting list. He had moved her up to the top of his list once he heard her story and I had driven Julia here to Edinburgh to meet with him dozens of times in the fourteen months.

Today, he would repair her ventricular septal defect and replace her pulmonary valve. The surgery itself seemed to be going well. It had been years since I had assisted in an operation, but nothing the surgeon’s standard medical conversation raised any red flags.

I was thankful for Grannie Fiona’s presence, not wanting to be entirely alone but not wanting to be with someone who didn’t understand the situation. I had been granted temporary custody of Julia and we both lived with my grandmother. We had discussed the intricacies and puzzlements of Julia’s case over many a cup of tea and knew it just as well as I did. There was, for once, a guy in my life, but I hadn’t told him about Julia. She wasn’t my legal daughter, after all.


A year had gone by and the authorities still had nothing in the form of leads. No missing children had been reported resembling her and, without a name or date of birth, they didn’t really even a firm identity to work with. She had a blood type and fingerprints, but, as toddlers weren’t the usual suspects for domestic crime, she wouldn’t be in any of the databases.

Without a documented date of birth, we had to come up with one ourselves. We finally settled on seventeen to nineteen months as her approximate age, making her birthday somewhere between the middle of July and September. July 31st had been my mother’s birthday and, as it fell within in the range, we entered that as her official birthday.

She weighed barely seven kilograms soaking wet and was a little over seventy-six centimeters tall when she arrived at Raigmore. Even though she had been roughly the size of a one year old, her teeth suggested she was a good three to six months older than that. Her mental milestones hit about the eighteen month old mark, but it was her speech that had been, and still was, a bit of a wonderment to us all.

She possessed a large vocabulary, but the kicker was that she had troubles sticking to one language. We determined she could understand three: English, Gaelic, and French. She would really only speak French if spoken to in the language, but she freely babbled in a hilarious mixture of English and Gaelic.

Who on earth were her parents? Or, in my opinion, who had they been?  

Nothing had disproved my theory that her parents were dead and it was quickly becoming accepted as fact.

Her lack of medical history had proven to be a problem in her first days at Raigmore. We hadn’t known if she had any allergies and discovered the hard way that she didn’t respond well to anesthesia. We almost lost her when we she went under for her shunt placement. This surgery posed no small amount of risk, but she wouldn’t reach adulthood without it.

A movement in the corner of the operating theater caught my eye.

“She’s back,” I commented to Grannie Fiona without turning.

The older woman cackled as she got out of her chair to come look. “I kenned she would be.”

I had told Grannie of Julia’s mother’s ghost. The apparition had appeared no less than six times in the year Julia had been in my life. Grannie wholeheartedly believed me and would often tell me her opinion on what each sighting meant. The phantom woman hadn’t spoken in her subsequent visits, only coming to comfort her child.

Grannie suddenly grabbed hold of my arm as she came up beside me, her grip vice-like.

I looked down at her, startled, “What?”

“I…” she broke off, then took a deep breath and started again. “I can see her.”

She placed a hand over her heart, as if to stop its riotous beating. Mine was behaving in much the same way. Up until this point, it seemed that I was the only one who could see her, save a few of my colleagues who professed to have felt her presence.

The figure moved closer to the operating table, coming to stand beside the anesthetist at Julia’s head. Her hand cupped it’s curve as she gently kissed the child’s brow.  She straightened then, and looked to where we stood in the observation room.

Grannie Fiona let out an audible gasp and just about fell over.

“Katie, I ken who she is!” she exclaimed.

“Who? Julia?” I asked as I steadied her. “Of course you know who she is.”

“Nae,” she exclaimed. “her mother!”

I tried to usher Grannie back to her chair, thinking her faint at the sight of the surgery, but she adamantly refused.

“I’ve met tha’ woman before,” she insisted.

“You’ve what?”

She finally tore her eyes away from the room below and stared at me, “Her name is Claire.”

Make You Mine (Part 7) - Taehyung x Jungkook x Reader

Group : BTS

Member : Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook

Genre : FWB!AU, fluff, slight smut, angst (?)

Word Count : 3K (I’m sorry)

Description : Only when you had lost Jungkook, someone you never ever want to lose, you realize how irresponsible you had acted. You want him back. You want to call him as a friend again and not someone who used to be that. You want him back. But what if it is already too late for you two? Can you possible find comfort in the arms of your best friend Taehyung instead? But is he really the one you want to be with in the end? 

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Imagine coming back to Charming and falling for Happy Pt. 3

Originally posted by rideimagines

A/N: Yey! Finally, Part 3! I’m so sorry I’ve kept you waiting, but I hope you like the end :)

PART 1 and PART 2!!

Happy’s POV

He was sitting at the bar and took a sip from his beer, when Jax entered the clubhouse with Tara close behind him. He paced off and kicked a chair while disappearing.
Happy leaned back, observing the young woman nervously rubbing her hands on her jeans.
“What was that?“, Juice asked with narrowed brows.
She was still focusing on the door where Jax went away. “Something bad happened“, she just announced.
Everyone turned around, as the president entered again. “We’re on lockdown!“, he shouted and seemed pissed beyond compare.
Opie immediately jumped up and went out, Juice began racing through the room. Jax shouted some commands but Happy only listened to those that effected him. He had no old lady, no kids he should take care of. He just had to call his mom to cancel his visit.
Suddenly his president appeared next to him, placing a hand on the counter. “Hap, you gotta call y/n. I don’t know how, but they could know about her.“ Happy nodded, clenching his jaw at the prospect of you getting into the trouble. “Just make sure she’s alright.“ He went off.
Happy didn’t waste any time. He chugged his beer and went into his room to make the call.
His feet nervously tapped on the floor, he was sitting at the edge of his bed and just tried to get you on the phone for the fifth time.
How could this be? He imagined the worst and became frantic thinking of you hurt, dead or worse. That was, indeed, the worst case for him. You should be protected, you shouldn’t deal with shit like this.
He jumped up and uneasily paced through the building. What was he supposed to do now? Happy thought it would be the smartest thing to go and stop by your house. Maybe you were just asleep or taking a long bath. But otherwise, these assholes would chase him and then they’d surely know about you.
“Fuck“, he sighed and rubbed his head.

Your POV

You let yourself fall into the couch.
You just came back from an exhausting hike with a friend. Of course, it was longer than you expected because none of you was good with directions.
You chuckled as you plugged in your empty phone. At least you didn’t get attacked by an animal.
You just closed your eyes, when your phone buzzed. Actually, you wanted to ignore it, but it didn’t stop, so you took a quick look at the display and your heart stopped by the sight of five missed calls from the clubhouse.
They must be in trouble, bad trouble, and it somehow had to do with you.
You didn’t waste any time and tried to call back, only to hear the announcement of the number being out of service. You shrugged. The guys often used different numbers and different phones. They were pretty good at that tech shit. Well, at least Juice was.
Your worries didn’t go away, so you decided to check on them.
When you pulled into the driveway, your concerns grew even bigger. There were no bikes, no car, the garage was closed and the blinds were down.
You got out of your car and took a few coy steps towards the clubhouse. Nobody was in sight, not even Gemma. Your shoes tapped on the concrete and an unfamiliar echo resounded from the facades. What the hell was going on?
You were lost in thought, when you heard a loud squealing from tires, approaching the MC. You immediately jumped behind your car, watching the other mounts enter.
You didn’t know who the sons were dealing with, you didn’t know who they were having trouble with, but the guys in the cars certainly looked like them.
They started to shoot at the windows, making you hide behind your wheel and pressing your hands on your ears. They continued driving, until they came to a stop, where they could easily see you, if they’d simply turn around. Other cars were approaching and soon you were trapped in your shitty hiding spot, unable to escape into the streets.
The shooting stopped as suddenly as it started. Still, not a single movement from the clubhouse and the guys started discussing and shouting.
You were scared shitless, but nobody took the time to look behind them.
One of the men, who was pretty close to you, unexpectedly fell over. He landed on his back with a single bloody stain on his forehead. His dead hand lost the grip of the gun and threw it into your direction, as he hit the ground.
The shooting started again, but now it came from both sides. You stayed still, curled up against your truck. You just hoped the sons would end this quickly.
Your eyes met a familiar gaze from behind the garage. Tig. His eyes widened in shock, but he was too focused on the fight and started shooting himself.
The other guys quickly noticed and turned around to look at the source. Tig was shooting from a completely different angle, but surely someone would spot you. And they did.
“Hey, the girl!“, one of them shouted and pointed at you.
You moved so fast, that you weren’t really sure how you managed to grab the gun lying in front of you and run for cover.
The were chasing you and one or two bullets hit the fence, as your ran towards Tig. He quickly waved and signalized you to come over. He shot one of them and pushed you behind him, as you nearly collapsed against the safe wall. “What the fuck?“, he hissed and joined the fray around the edge.
You knew this wasn’t over, they knew where you were. But you took the time to catch your breath and simply prayed to whoever was listening that nobody but a son would come after you. Clearly, the odds weren’t in your favor and a big bulky guy stepped behind the wall.
The gun in your hand seemed heavier than before and you were more than aware that you might have to use it. You desperately didn’t want to and slowly backed away.
He didn’t stop. He raised his gun and your instincts kicked in.
You first realized what you have done, when he sunk to his knees. His heavy body hit the ground with a loud thud. It was the only sound you could hear, besides your noisy pulse in your head.
You had just done it, you just ended a life. It didn’t matter who he was. Just the fact that he has been a human being with a family and a home was enough to shake you completely.
You dropped the gun, got on your knees and tightly wrapped your arms around your body. A heavy sob trembled through lungs.
You didn’t notice the man approaching you. You snapped back into the presence, when his touch on your arm made you flinch.

Happy’s POV

“You didn’t hold it properly“, he explained your pain, but actually he just felt like talking.
As strange as that sounded, but he wanted to comfort you so badly. He would actually just talk nonsense, if it soothed you. Happy Lowman, the Tacoma Killer, who barely said a whole sentence.
You took a hold of his cut and he embraced you willingly.
“It will be alright again“, he whispered and tightened his grip.
He knew, that wasn’t quite right. You would be okay again, you would live a hopefully happy life, but something will have changed forever. Your damn innocence was gone, you just took your first life.
He was pissed. He was really fucking pissed, but he remained still as you wrapped your shaking arms around his neck.
He was mad at the club, at that damn business they were always somehow messing up. He was mad at you, because you were so naive to pull up at such a bad timing. But mostly, he was mad at himself. He failed, couldn’t protect you as he swore to himself.
He shifted his weight, to slowly get up. “Don’t go“, you demanded with a low voice.
“Nah, we go. I take you home“, he answered and lifted you up bridal style.
He would make sure to never make the same mistake again.
He would keep you closer, than any other person before.

Well ! This took me forever ! This is an AU for 2X05 “The Weaponizer”. I hope you like it! {FF] or [AO3]

Where The Demon Hides

Chloe was digging a hole in the floor with her pacing.

She was worrying her phone in her hands, her jacket already on, her long ponytail swinging left and right with every new step she took. She kept pushing the button to bring the screen to life, counting the minutes since Maze’s call.

She was up to thirteen when she finally heard the knock. She opened the door before Dan was even done, leaving him to stand there with his hand in the air. She grabbed her car keys from the bowl and automatically checked that her weapon was in its holster on her hip.

“What’s the emergency?” Dan frowned. “You said…”

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Mostly Amazing but slightly dreadful Announcements:

Little update: so, my $700 date with the married guy I used to see fell through. He just stopped responding but was reading all my messages, so I blocked him. 🤷🏽‍♀️ No time to waste! Anyway, the important part:

I wanted to let you guys know that the Lawyer & I are broken officially up. I know it’s sad. My platonic daddy who gave me $4,000 a month for 3 months and took me on great little shopping sprees finally decided (a little before Christmas time) that we’re not the right fit. We met yesterday solely to catch up and to discuss some options about moving on**

He wants someone more in tune with Jesus Christ (I’m not xtian) and his beliefs, so he knows that it could be a longer term relationship with someone who has identical conservative values. I was always upfront about myself and my values (which aren’t 100% liberal but I acted way more conservative anyway just to seem more attractive to him), so we were never a good match to begin with. I just had a hook on him because he was so attracted to me.

But on the bright side, when one door closes, another door/window/gate swings wide open! I have AMAZING NEWS about a long distance POT that I won’t announce until things are more set in stone (next week, perhaps). Stay tuned!

**And also, I’m trying to hook up Mina and the Lawyer—I KNOW IT’S WEIRD BUT HEAR ME OUT! I’m sad that I’ve lost that 4K allowance, but I would LOVE if Mina got that (or higher) from him. I kinda sold her as the perfect (half Christian) girl for him—yeah yeah, we’re evil for lying about religion but half of sugaring is lying, I’m tryna get my sis’s stacks up. So, they’re now in contact, and as a return favor I asked Lawyer to hook ME up. 😈 This was never an initial stipulation or intention when hooking Mina and the Lawyer up—rather the idea simply came to me while I was doing so! I realized he works with such wealthy people and almost all of his friends are his clients, so I asked and he followed through. Talked to 8 guys for me, and he said one of them who is into WOC is seriously thinking about it. He even told me that the guy is way wealthier than him, and since he’s expecting intimacy, I would likely be able to almost double my allowance expectations with him ($6000-$8000) depending on how often we’d meet of course. But that all depends on the chance that he wants to meet me—if he does I’m pulling out all the stops to blow him away. ☺️

Anyway, I can’t wait for next week’s plans if they work out. If they don’t, oh well. 🤷🏽‍♀️ also have 2 Tinder POTs offering 500 ppm plus (shopping at La Perla from one of them!) and a guy on SA offering 2k/month for a few meetings a month (call him Theater Daddy because he likes shows, and so do I!)

N is still overseas for about another week, so I’m waiting til he comes back to ask for an Onyx level Lifetime Fitness membership. 😊 Meeting some old guy for lunch for $100 tomorrow. This has been a solid week of sugaring. 👍🏽

Also Mina’s phone broke and she won’t have one till a few more days ugh! I’m so bored! 😭