for it is by grace you have been saved

You can’t allow yourself to look at your life like a pattern. I know that once you’ve been constantly rejected it seems like you’ll always be rejected. You can’t know that. Life is erratic. Things will happen when you least expect it and you have to have faith in that. You have to remember that life is unpredictable and sometimes that’s to your disadvantage but other times that will be your saving grace.

10

It’s a long-standing tradition for the sitting president of the United States to leave a parting letter in the Oval Office for the American elected to take his or her place. It’s a letter meant to share what we know, what we’ve learned, and what small wisdom may help our successor bear the great responsibility that comes with the highest office in our land, and the leadership of the free world.

But before I leave my note for our 45th president, I wanted to say one final thank you for the honor of serving as your 44th. Because all that I’ve learned in my time in office, I’ve learned from you. You made me a better President, and you made me a better man.

Throughout these eight years, you have been the source of goodness, resilience, and hope from which I’ve pulled strength. I’ve seen neighbors and communities take care of each other during the worst economic crisis of our lifetimes. I have mourned with grieving families searching for answers – and found grace in a Charleston church.

I’ve taken heart from the hope of young graduates and our newest military officers. I’ve seen our scientists help a paralyzed man regain his sense of touch, and wounded warriors once given up for dead walk again. I’ve seen Americans whose lives have been saved because they finally have access to medical care, and families whose lives have been changed because their marriages are recognized as equal to our own. I’ve seen the youngest of children remind us through their actions and through their generosity of our obligations to care for refugees, or work for peace, and, above all, to look out for each other.

I’ve seen you, the American people, in all your decency, determination, good humor, and kindness. And in your daily acts of citizenship, I’ve seen our future unfolding.

All of us, regardless of party, should throw ourselves into that work – the joyous work of citizenship. Not just when there’s an election, not just when our own narrow interest is at stake, but over the full span of a lifetime.

I’ll be right there with you every step of the way.

And when the arc of progress seems slow, remember: America is not the project of any one person. The single most powerful word in our democracy is the word ‘We.’ 'We the People.’ 'We shall overcome.’

Yes, we can.

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President Barack Obama 

Masterlist

Peter Pan

Mine

-he gets jealous (SMUT)

Infatuation

-Peter is absolutely in love with you and you take it to the next level (SMUT)

Little John

-Pan is very possessive lol duh

Perfect Life

-yo have a perfect life but Peter still took you

I Told You So

-Baelfire likes you but so does Pan

Over And Over [Part Two]

-song reference for Over and Over by Three Days Grace

Back And Forth

-you’re sick and you need to go back home

Rage

-song reference for alphabet boy by Melanie Martinez

Pure Evil

-you’re the most feared villain

Eyes

-you hated each other and then boom!

Pirates

-you get kidnapped by pirates and Peter saves you

Half A Heart

-you go the underworld to save Peter before it’s too late

Badass Princess

-you’re a badass princess

Second Chance

-Pan bans you and regres it

Mad Hatter

-you’re the mad hatter

Goodbye

-he cheats on you (another version)

French

-you speak two languages

Different  [Part Two]

-you’re a mermaid (that’s it lol)

Promise

-a oneshot inspired by the song “Lost Boy” by Troye Sivan ;)

Silent Treatment

-Pan says something mean so you ignore him

Tasmanian Devil

-you have wild pet that reminds you of Pan

You Don’t Own Me

-song reference for “You don’t own me” by Grace ft. G-Eazy

Left

-where when the shadow took rumple away he had a little sister (1 year younger then rumple) who ran of into the jungle and pan finds her and let’s her stay in Neverland with him.

Tomato

-you blush like an idiot but Pan finds it cute

Bad Blood  [Part Two]

-song reference for “Bad Blood” by Taytay Swift

Trust

-Pan cheats on you with Wendy and you go cray cray

Secrets

-you suffer from bipolar disorder and Pan finds out

Kidnapped

-you have been taken by Rumble and your evil step mother because they want your powers and they try to kill you but Pan saves you

Gender Blender

-you are the leader of the lost girls and your group beat the lost boys’ asses

Traded

-you’re Regina’s daughter and Regina abandons you to become queen and when they go to find Henry she finds you

Too Late  [Part Two]

-Emma’s your mom and when they go to Neverland to find Henry, she finds you and tries to save the both of you but it was too late

Rumple’s Parents

-Rumple is your son and he tries to kill you because you and Pan left him

Power

-you’re powerful like your mother, Regina and you convince Pan to not kidnap Henry and just kill rumple instead

Magic Box

-Pan gets frustrated with technology so you laugh at him

Acceptance

-Pan needs to accept that you died

Long Time No See

-you were in an orphanage and Emma knew you

Jealous Game

-your best friend makes Pan jealous by flirting with you because Pan was all over Wendy

Ticklish

-Pan finds out that you’re ticklish

Psycho

-you’re crazy and you’re the queen of Wonderland

Better Than Wonderland

-Pan brings you somewhere better than Wonderland

Robbie Kay

Real

-Robbie is afraid that you don’t love him back

Break The Distance

-you see Robbie for the first time

Felix 

Hispanic

-you’re hispanic

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 36

Summary: Taking Judith weighs heavy on your mind. Smut/Fluff.

A/N: I’m sorry it’s taking so long to put out chapters, and I’m sorry if this chapter is trash. I’m having a difficult time with writing lately, and hope to be out of this rut soon!

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“No one can tell what is righteous and what is wrong, what is good and what is evil.”

~ Unknown

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The ride was quiet, and when you arrived back to the sanctuary the silence around the place was almost unnerving. You opened the door to the truck, climbing out carefully with Judith still clinging to your shoulders. Negan’s men barely spoke, which was unusual. Apparently even they hadn’t realized what Negan was going to do.

Even though you realized his strategy was necessary for many reasons, you still knew that it was wrong on a human level. But when you looked at the bigger picture you knew that survival was more important than morals these days, and it was something you were gonna have to put out of your mind. What was human anymore anyway? Humanity went out the window the day the dead rose and started killing those that were still alive.

Negan watched over you as you stood there, rocking Judith in your arms. She was babbling happily, and reached up to grab a handful of your hair and gave it a generous tug. You winced as she did, but smiled back at her anyway. You were just happy she wasn’t screaming bloody murder.

“I think she fuckin’ likes you.. Never pegged you as the fuckin’ babysitting type.” Negan snorted as he leaned against the truck.

You shrugged as you looked back to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see David standing near the back of the truck as he watched on, silently.

“It’s not very hard to keep a toddler entertained.” You smirked as Judith tugged on you hair again before wrapping her arms around your neck, trying to get closer to you.

“Good. She shouldn’t be a fuckin’ problem for you then.”

You shot a glance back at Negan, shaking your head quickly, “No. I can’t keep her, Negan.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Why the fuck not, darlin’?”

“I’m already in charge of three other people.” You protested, your forehead creasing.

He gave you a smirk, shrugging his shoulders, “Just fuckin’ do it, darlin’. Be motherly.”

You shut your eyes tightly, “Why not get the other wives to do it? It’s not like they do a fucking thing all day long.”

Negan sighed, a faint growl resonating in his tone, “al-fuckin-right. Let them have her.” He said standing up straight again, “But if I hear anything about her crying, and throwing a goddamn fit, you’re gonna take her back. I can’t listen to that shit 24/7.”

You nodded, and placed a hand on your hip, “Fine.”

“Take her to them. When you’re done with that shit, you go get that asshole from Alexandria. It’s time we were properly introduced.” He said, giving you a cocky smirk as he turned on his heel, and headed off in the opposite direction.

You started of towards the main building when you saw David walking up beside you. You gritted your teeth, preparing yourself for one of his snide remarks.

“Did we just do what I think we did?” He asked, looking down at Judith.

“I guess we did. At least nobody died, or are you gonna tell me how much more fucked up this is?” You rolled your eyes as stopped in your tracks, giving him a hostile stare.

He shook his head, “It’s fucked up, but I’d rather you not kill me for saying so.”

You shrugged, remembering that you blatantly threatened him earlier, “I’m over it.”

“If you say so. What do you want me to do now?” He asked, there was a certain look in his eye, you knew he wanted to leave.

“Go to your room. I’ve got to take care of some stuff.” You said, motioning for him to get lost with your head.

He gave you one last nod before you parted ways.
You continued up the stairs to the floor where you stayed with Negan, which also housed the other wives on the same hallway. For the first time, you were finally happy to visit the common room where the wives gathered during the day.
Judith had started to become restless in your arms, trying her best to break free.
You pushed the door open, not bothering to knock, since you were a wife this was technically your room as well, but you never had a reason to go there. It was well known that you weren’t exactly welcome there either, you had never been accepted by the other wives, but you didn’t care. They hated you, and you hated them.

All of them immediately became alert as the door opened to the room. Everyone hopeful that it was Negan making his daily rounds to shower them with risque compliments, and if they were lucky - a little more than that. But the atmosphere of the room turned frigid and the hopeful look on their faces changed to sneers once that they saw that it was you, and not Negan.
It would have been worse had it not been for the saving grace of the child in your arms.
Their eyes seemed to light up at again at the sight of her, their maternal instincts obviously coming out.
Most of the women were either mothers at one time, or either women who desperately wanted a baby.

“Where’s Sherri?” You asked one of the wives.
She was a redhead, lounging on the sofa in a black evening dress. For the life of you, you couldn’t remember her name, and you weren’t sure if you even knew it to begin with.
She slowly lifted herself from the couch and walked over towards you, purposely ignoring you, but bending down slightly to greet Judith.

“She yours?” She asked, barely interested in an answer from you, but knowing she had to say something. Judith reached out to the woman opening and closing her hands in a grabbing motion, no doubt wanting to be held by someone new.
You adjusted her in your arms again, shaking your head, “No. She’s not mine. Where Sherri?” You asked again.

The woman, not being able to dodge the question anymore, stood back up straight, brushing some hair behind her ear before giving you a sour look, “Why do you need her?”

You pursed your lips as your eyebrows knitted together at her attitude, “It’s not your business.”

“It kind of is. Sorry if we’re not so eager to let you know where she is. You never have anything to do with us, unless you’re killing us.” She snapped back, her eyes burning into you.

You grunted in frustration, they were really working your nerves amd they knew it. If you could have your way, they’d all be done for, but you knew far too well that the thought itself was off limits.

“I’m not here to kill any of you.” You paused for a moment, “Not today anyway.” You said with a shit eating grin.

She scowled back at you as did the rest of them suddenly at you comment, “I don’t know where Sherri is.”

You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them back up to meet her hostile gaze again, “Whatever. Look, I don’t have time to take care of the kid.” You said gesturing to Judith, “So, which one of you wants to play mommy?”

The redhead crossed her arms again, and looked behind her to the other wives - some of them visibly shaking their heads “no” amd other nodding quickly - they were silently debating. After a few moments, she finally turned back to you, “I’ll do it. What’s in it for me?”

“Nothing. These are Negan’s orders. Do you want to interrupt his busy schedule just to ask him what you’d get out of it?” You huffed.

Her harsh glare suddenly softened when you mentioned that these were orders directly from the man himself, “Fine.” She sighed, holding her arms out to take Judith from yours gently. Judith was grabbing for the woman, obviously relishing the thought of being held by someone new.

“Feed her. Change her. Keep her happy, that’s all you have to do.” You said in a plain tone.

The wife rolled her eyes, “I think I could have figured that out.”

“Good. I hope for your sake that you could. I’ll come back and check on her from time to time. Whatever things you need to take care of her, you can ask for it, or take your ass down to the market like a normal person and get it yourself. There’s no reason for you to fuck this up.. So, don’t give me a reason-” You cut yourself off to drag your hand across your gun. You didn’t need to finish the sentence, she understood, and it was made all the more clear when she swallowed nervously. She nodded once more, and you left the room to go back downstairs.

Once you arrived back at the makeshift apartments, you headed down another long hallway, looking for Eugene’s room.
He was on the same hallway as David, and for a moment you thought about stopping in to check on him, but didn’t see the real point in doing so.
You finally found Eugene’s door and stood outside of it for a moment, you could hear the T.V. going from inside. You knocked on the door loudly a few times.

“Enter.” Came the voice from the otherside.

You opened it and entered, closing the door behind you.
Eugene was seated in front of the TV, his eyes never leaving it as he a played a video game.
You sat on the edge of the bed, watching him to see if he’d look at you, but he wouldn’t.

You cleared your throat, leaning forward, “So, how are you liking it here?”

He made no effort to answer you and only gave you a small glance before giving his full attention back to the game.
You dropped your head momentarily, smiling as you lifted it back up to look at him, “Let me guess, you blame me for all this shit, too?”

After a few more moments of silence, it was finally broken when he decided to speak, “Negative. I do not judge your proclivities as to why you remain here, or why you fraternize with these people, even if you are considered an enemy now.”

You laughed softly, he always had a way of speaking that made it seem like he just stepped out of a science lab, “Jesus. I see you haven’t changed a bit.”

“I wasn’t under the impression that it was a requirement.” He said in a monotone voice.

You rolled you eyes and stood back up, “It was a joke.” You paused for a moment as you look around the room, “How can we make you more comfortable around here. Is there anything you need?”

He paused the game, finally seeming interested in what you were saying, “.. Well, I’d like to acquire some better reading material. The bookshelf is pretty sparse, and although, The Playboys I was given were a thoughtful gesture.. I’d prefer something intellectual.. I’d also like some pickles.” He said timidly, pointing to the shelf behind you.

You snorted with laughter as you turned around to see that there were indeed a stack of Playboys on his bookshelf, it was no doubt Negan’s handywork.

“Well, I see Negan gave you a housewarming gift.” You said as you turned back to him, “We have a library here. You can check it out for yourself - as for the pickles, we don’t have any.”

“Library?” He asked surprised, his head perking up.

You nodded back, “Daryl would have been able to see it, too, if he hadn’t hightailed it.”

“He escaped?” Eugene asked, tilting his head towards you.

“Yeah, do you know where he is?”

He shook his head quickly, “No, I don’t.. I’d tell you if I did.”

“Sure.” You said as you walked to the door, “You ready to go?”

“I was already given a fair rundown of what your facility offers by one of your colleagues. I have no need to see anymore at this moment.” He said bluntly, his eyes on the TV screen again.

You bit the inside of your cheek and took a step towards the television, turning it off, “This isn’t an afternoon stroll in the park, Eugene, and It’s non-negotiable. So get up.”

He looked up at you nervously before rising off the sofa.
He followed behind you as you exited the room, neither of you speaking much as you made your way throughout the building.
You showed him the main parts of the building where he would be spending most of his time when he wasn’t in his room, and he seemed less than interested.
When you finally got to the comissary, it was packed with people.
Eugene looked around like a deer in headlights as he followed beside you closely, bringing his arms into his chest.

“Anybody explained the points system to you yet?” You asked, keeping your eyes forward as you walked passed the various venders that were in charge of selling goods and other items.

“No one has elaborated on that. No.” He said in a low tone as he looked around as if he was in a daze.

“Real simple. You’re a smart guy, so I’m sure you can follow. Whatever job you get around here, depending on what that is, it pays a certain amount of points a day. With those points, you can come here,” you spread your arms out as if you were advertising the place, “..And spend those hard earned points on whatever the hell you want. All you do is write down what you do, how many points something is worth, and sign your name. That’s it.”

“I understand.” He said, looking over the place with more interest than he had previously shown. You could tell if it was genuine, or just for the fact that he was scared shitless.

“With the points you earn, I’d start by getting a haircut.” You teased, pointing to his hair.

“What?” He asked confused.

You pointed to a man seated in a chair across the walkway getting his hair trimmed, “Barber. Might be able to kill that thing on your head.”

You kept walking and finally stopped in front of a table of someone who was selling food that they had made, “Well, it must be your lucky day, Eugene.” You smirked as you opened a jar of pickles on the table, and pulled one out to taste it, “That’s some decent do it yourself stuff.” You said, taking another out the jar to hand to Eugene.

“No, thank you.” He said shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, and dropped it back into the jar, leaning down to sign your name on the points clipboard for purchase. Since you never worked for points all you had to sign was:
(Y/N) - Wife

You picked up the jar and thrust it into his arms, he grabbed it and gave you a look of confusion, “What’s this?”

“Consider it a small peace offering - a gift. Whatever you wanna call it.”

“Thank you.”

“You want something, then take it, Eugene. Now follow me, it’s time you met the boss again.”

His eyes widened as he knew you were refering to Negan, and it was obvious that Eugene was terrified. You could see him go pale as a look of sickness came over his face, and beads of sweat instantly formed on his forehead. He still followed behind you obidiently as you led him out into the yard. He clung to the jar of pickles for dear life as he spotted Negan standing in front of a chain-link fence where the walkers were kept to protect the front gate, he was talking to a few other saviors.
You stood there quietly, waiting for him to finish talking. He noticed the both of you immediately, giving you a pleased smile.
You returned a weak smile to him, the activities of the day were still fresh in your head, and it made you nervous to think of it.
It brought questions into your mind, making you wonder what else Negan was really capable of doing if pushed to a certain point. It made you think that maybe you, yourself weren’t as immune to his actions as you thought you might be.

Negan threw his hands up as he turned his attention to Eugene, “There he is. Man of the fuckin’ hour. Come over here, big fella.” Negan said excitedly as he motioned him forward.

Eugene gave you a urgent glance before he took a few hesitant steps forward to Negan.
Negan tilted his head at Eugene, his forehead creasing.

“Well don’t be goddamn rude, asshole. It’s common courteousy to say hello when someone greets you.” He said in a berating tone. Negan didn’t really give a shit whether he greeted him or not, this was just another way to take him down a couple of notches, and stay in control.

“H-Hello.” Eugene stammered, keeping his eyes lowered.

Negan nodded, “That’s fuckin’ better was that so fuckin’ hard?”

Eugene shook his head.

Negan threw his arm around Eugene, making him jump, “Did you like my little fuckin’ housewarming gift? Every man needs a stack of skin books sitting around.”

Eugene nodded, “I appreciate the gesture.. But I usually prefer something more.. Scientific.”

Negan gave him a confused look, “You mean to fuckin’ tell me you’d rather fuckin’ read about evolution, or some shit like that instead of looking at tits?”

“Y-yes?” Eugene said cautiously, not sure if which answer he was supposed to give.

Negan narrowed his eyes, staring daggers into him until his face went completely calm.
He laughed hard, and slapped Eugene on the shoulder, “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about! You’re a man who can stay focused, and wont get sidetracked.” He said, biting his lip, “Shit, I can’t have you sitting in your fuckin’ room all day giving yourself carpal tunnel, if you know what I mean.”

The rest of the saviors laughed along with Negan as Eugene stood there, looking even more nervous than before.

Once the laughter died down, Negan cleared his throat, “Look, I know you’re fuckin’ new here, so.. who are you?” He said, throwing his arm out, looking around to the rest of you.

“I’m Negan.” You, and the rest of the saviors said in unison.

Negan nodded in praise, and a proud smile can over his face as he stepped closer to Eugene, “I know you remember Lucille.” He said holding the bat up to his face closely, making Eugene shut his eyes tightly for fear that Negan was going to end him right there.
He pointed to the imperfection in Lucille where the bullet had imbeded itself in her, “You see this shit right here? You might wanna look real fuckin’ close.. That right there is the goddamn bullet you made.” A dangerous look came over Negan’s face as he spoke, “.. Now under regular fuckin’ circumstances I’d be showing you that spot over and over, and fuckin’ over.”

Eugene’s breathing quickened, he held the jar even closer to his chest now, terrified that this wasn’t a regular meeting. You looked on curiously, even you didn’t know if this would end badly for him, or not.

“See, all I really want to fuckin’ know is if you are indeed a smart mother fucker.” Negan said, looking down at him, “You know fuckin’ things?”

Eugene looked back up at him, his breath was ragged, and he seemed like he was on the verge of tears. You could see Negan’s impatience growing.

“Answer the question.” He growled.

“I- I taught myself to cast the bullets.. I found a machine shop with the necessary..” He he trailed off as he started to shake seeing the grimace on Negan’s as he grew more restless with Eugene’s talking, “.. I read.. A lot.. Which is why I wanted the books..” He stammered on for a few more seconds.

He laid he head back, shaking it as he spoke again, “Man, you really are just some fuckin’ asshole, aren’t you?” He asked, putting emphasis on every word.

Eugene shook his head, “No. I am not.” His eyes scanned over Negan as he approached him closer, “I have PHD’s in Biochemistry.. As well as immunology and microbiology, and I have completed my doctorate - which makes me a doctor..”

As he kept up with his list of credentials, Negan paced back and forth in his spot, wanting to hear something impressive from him.
You couldn’t tell if Negan was pleased by his answer, or figured him to be full of shit.

There was a loud groan from one of the impaled walkers nearby, making all of you turn your heads towards the sound.
You could see the rotten skin separating from the abdomen as the weight forced it apart in a bloody, disgusting mess as it ripped apart completely, falling to the ground.
You covered your mouth quickly at the sight uttering a low “ugh.”

Negan hummed lightly as he watched the mess and turned back to Eugene, “Uh-huh.. Alright, Doctor smarty pants, you oughta be able to crack this fuckin’ problem without breaking a goddamn sweat.” He pointed back to the fence where the walkers were, “You see that I’ve obviously got a lot of free goddamn labor around here, these living dead shits that help keep the riff raff out. See, the problem is, after a while they become pretty goddamn useless to me when they fall apart like that.. Now, can you tell me how to fuckin’ fix that?”

Eugene remained quiet for a moment, looking around as if he was trying to come up with with a quick solution. For a moment you thought he had no idea what he was doing, until he finally spoke up.

“You posses an operational smelter?” Eugene sniffed nervously.

“And?” Negan said rolling his eyes.

“Then you posses the means to resolve your issue. Step one: melt down scrap metal.. Step two: pour it over the compromised walker as they are in contact with the chain-link.. Once it cool it will keep the compromised walker upright while fixating it to the fence.”

Negan leaned back and looked at Eugene wide-eyed, “Goddamn. If that isn’t the coolest shit I’ve ever fuckin’ heard. Not only is this practical.. It’s fuckin’ badass.” Negan ran his tongue over his lips as he stated at him for a moment, obviously impressed, “Look at you doctor fuckin’ smarty pants.” He put his arm around Eugene again, “Did Rick ever have you doing this kind of valuable work for him?”

Eugene glanced over at Negan fearfully.

Negan sighed, “That’s his fuckin’ loss, our gain.. Y'know I feel like I gotta give you some kind of goddamn signing bonus.”

“Well I- I was gifted these pickles.” Eugene said, shaking his head.

Negan chuckled, and looked over to you, “Yeah, I see my fuckin’ wife has shown you some hospitality.” He ran a hand over his face, you could tell he was in thought. He finally looked back over to Eugene, “That’s not a bad fuckin’ idea.. Hospitality.. I tell you what, as a goddamn token of my appreciation, I’m gonna send a few of my wives to your apartment tonight.”

Negan licked his lips again and leaned towards Eugene, “No sex. That is a grave fuckin’ no-no around here.. But you can laugh, have a few fuckin’ drinks, have some goddamn dinner. Trust me, there is nothing like the company of beautiful fuckin’ women to make you feel human again.”

Your stomach dropped suddenly when you heard this. Sending a few of his wives to another man’s apartment.. Did he mean you? You were confused, you had never seen Negan send any of the wives to entertain another man, and you definitely didn’t want to be one of them. You knew there would be no sex, but you did like the idea of being turned out, even if it was only for entertainment purposes.

“I wouldn’t wanna think about that.. Did um- Did you just say wives, meaning plural?” Eugene said, shifting his eyes to Negan, giving him a curious expression.

A cocky smile appeared on Negan’s face, “Hell. Yes. I did.” He sucked his teeth, “That pretty little thing you used to know is one of ‘em.” He said gesturing to you.

Eugene turned his head towards you, giving you a confused looked as he blinked. You crossed your arms and kept his gaze until a whistle came from Negan.

“Eyes over here, asshole.” He said sternly, “Now, what do you fuckin’ say to that kind of hospitality?”

“T- thank you.” Eugene replied, lowering his head.

Negan breathed deep and nodded, “Good. Now have yourself a fun fuckin’ night, and remember the rules. Someone escort doctor smarty pants back to his fuckin’ room, and get a few fuckin’ wives over there, and don’t bother me for the rest of the goddamm night.” Negan said, patting his shoulder before walking towards you.

You stood there quietly as he walked over to you, Lucille swinging freely by his side. You lips stretched into a thin line as he got close to you, “Do I have to attend the festivities?”

He squinted, “What? That shit for him?” Negan motions his head towards Eugene, who was now being taken back into the building by Simon.

You nodded back to him.

“Fuck no, darlin’. I won’t ever have you fuckin’ entertaining anyone, except me.” He said seriously, propping Lucille onto his shoulder.

You gave a small smirk, “What do you need me to do now?”

“You’re off the hook for the night, baby. What I want you to do is go up to my fuckin’ room, and wait for me. I’ll be up in 10.” He said in a deep tone.

“What for?” You asked.

Negan raised an eyebrow, getting annoyed at your question.
He placed his hand on your chin, making you look up at him, “Because babydoll, I want some goddamn entertainment of my own tonight.”

You gave another nod and smiled, “Yes, sir.”

Later on, you made it back into Negan’s room to wait for him like he had told you to do. You decided to have drink while you waited. Luckily, Negan kept his own stash of alcohol - a very good stash at that - You walked over to the makeshift bar he had setup, and grabbed a glass to pour some whiskey.
You brought the glass to your lips and took a long sip, the burn in your throat was intense, but you didn’t care.
You swallowed, feeling it burn all the way down, until it created a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. You stood at the window that overlooked the yard of the sanctuary, you could see the people that remained outside, the sun was setting fast, creating a mixture of colors. As you stood there, you couldn’t help but think of how you got to this point, and what you did to get there.
You didn’t hold much remorse for any of the things you did anymore, in the beginning it was hard to grasp the concept of being ruthless, but once your feelings for Negan had grown the way they did, you realized you were capable of doing things you never thought you could - but even you had your limits on certain things and taking Judith was something that didn’t sit very well with you.
You understood it was for the safety of the sanctuary, and you knew that if it was something that kept Negan safe, you were willing to do it.
Aside from the fact that she was taken, it made you worry about the repercussions that this would cause. You had been with Rick’s group long enough to know that they didn’t give up, and adding one of his children into the mix would create a monster out of him, not that you were worried about Negan.
You knew he could more than handle himself, but with how strong your feelings for him were, you couldn’t help but be concerned, you knew that a shitstorm was bound to happen - the only question was: when?

You took another sip of the whiskey when you heard the door open.
You turned back to see Negan shutting the door behind him as he set Lucille on a nearby table and slipped his jacket off before coming over to you.

“I see you got into my fuckin’ stash early.” He smirked, walking to the bar to pour himself his own glass.

“I needed it after today.” You blinked hard, rubbing your eyes with a few hand.

He took a drink from his glass and sighed, “You’re still feeling fuckin’ guilty, huh?”

You pressed your lips together as you turned your head to meet his piercing gaze, “I pushed the guilt aside. I know you did it for the right reasons, but I’m concerned.”

He smirked and set his glass down, taking a step behind you, leaning down until his beard was brushing against your ear, “Look at you sounding all goddamn official.. Gotta fuckin’ say, I like it.. Now what are you fuckin’ concerns?”

You turned your head, looking at him from the corner of your eye, “I’ve known that group long enough to know that they don’t give up easy, and now you’ve taken his child. Do you really think that’s gonna make Rick stop?”

Negan chuckled, and brought his hands up to rest on your shoulders, squeezing them, “Darlin’, you really fuckin’ think I’m not expecting retaliation from him? I have no doubt that one of them will be fuckin’ dumb enough to make a move, but it won’t be a goddamn threat to us.”

You took another sip, “I want you to be right about this.”

“You just need to fuckin’ focus on your job, and keep looking goddamn pretty for me, baby.” He purred seductively, pressing his fingers down into your shoulders, “Stop stressing over a bunch of assholes.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back to his chest, enjoying the pleasurable sensation, “I guess I can manage that.” You said in a soft tone.

“Your body is fuckin’ saying otherwise, darlin’. You’re so goddamn tense.” He spoke as he continued to massage your shoulders, his lips brushed over your ear until they found your neck, he laid a few rough kisses on your skin.

You breathed deeply, “Hm, I didn’t realize you were a masseuse.”

He chuckled, and you could feel him smile against your skin, “I don’t need to be a goddamn masseuse to realize when you need some fuckin’ tension relieved, baby. You think I haven’t noticed how fuckin’ wound up you’ve been lately?” He bit down on your neck this time, making a soft moan escape your lips, “Mmm, seems like you need more than just a fuckin’ shoulder rub.”

He was right. You had been tense lately, and your mood had been on the volatile side with eveeyrging going on, and with what he was doing now, you could definitely add sexual frustration to the list.
You set your glass onto the nearby table, and backed yourself into his chest, feeling his obvious erection pressing into your backside through his pants.

You smirked, “Seems like I’m not the only one that needs something.”

He wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling your head back to look at him, “It’s no goddamn secret that I wanna throw you down and fuck you, darlin’. That’s constantly in my goddamn thoughts.”

“Then let’s let’s not waste any time.” You purred as you brought your hand behind you to stroke the bulge in his pants.

He increased the pressure on your neck, “I’ll take as much fuckin’ time as I want, darlin’.” He growled into your ear, “Understand?”

“Yes, Negan.” You breathed as you continued to stroke him through his pants, teasingly.

He grunted, pulling you back towards the couch, “Fuck it. I think you might just be right about not wasting any goddamn time, babydoll.” He said roughly as he pushed you over the back of the couch, making you bend over for him.

You could feel the heat building up in your core, and the dampness between your legs becoming noticeable.
Negan let his hands run over your ass for a moment before unbuttoning your jeans, ripping them down quickly.
You could hear the clinking of his belt buckle, and the unzipping of his pants.
He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back up to his chest, “How do you fuckin’ want it?”

You paused for a moment, trying to find your words. Before you could speak, you felt the hard smack on your ass, making you moan, “Better fuckin’ speak up, babydoll.”

“Rough.” You groaned, leaning back over the couch.

“You’re speaking my goddamn language now, darlin’.” You could hear the smirk in his voice while he spoke. He brought his hand down again, and you could feel his fingers teasing your slit, enticing another moan out of you.
You were aching for him, and it seemed like he was going to take his time teasing you.

“Damnit, Negan.” You growled.

He chuckled, and slipped a finger inside of you, “You have a fuckin’ problem, baby?”

You groaned and backed up against him, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of you. You knew what he wanted from you. Negan loved to fuck, but you knew that he loved hearing you beg just as much.

“You know what the problem is.” You whimpered, reaching for his hand.

You felt another hard smack on your ass, the stinging sensation only succeeding in turning you on even more, “Then let me fuckin’ hear it one more goddamn time, darlin.”

“Please, daddy.. Just fuck me right here.” You begged.

“That’s my dirty fuckin’ girl.” He grunted back, you felt him push his fingers deeper inside of you, rubbing against your G-spot gently, making you raise yourself into your tip-toes as you Keane over further into the couch. He pulled his fingers from you, and brought them up to his lips to run his tongue across them, “You taste so fuckin’ good.” He said in a deep, seductive tone.

He pressed your body into the couch hard as you felt his cock slide into you, making the both of you grunt simultaneously.
You dug your nails into the cushions as he grabbed your waist, slamming your hips back into his without a warning, you could feel him deep inside you now as he pumped himself in and out of you roughly, making you cry out at the sensation.
The pain and pleasure that you felt was a combination that you never got tired of.
You knew that you weren’t going to last long, and you didn’t care, you just needed the release.
As he continue to roll his hips against yours, he grabbed the back of your hair, forcing you to arch your back to him.

“Negan.” You gasped out as he leaned down, sinking his teeth into your neck. You could feel your pussy already begin to tighten around his cock as he slammed into you.

“Jesus darlin’, am I gonna make you come for me this goddamn soon?” He said proudly against your skin.

“Yes.” You moaned. You could lie to him, it was hitting you harder than it usually was.

As he continued, he brought his hand down to teasingly rub your clit. Your moans became louder, and you grinded your hips against his roughly as you felt his cock rubbing against your g-spot this, the pleasure was becoming too intense for you to hold out much longer.

“Daddy.” You moaned turning your head to his as he continued to bite down into your skin.

He lifted his head, his beard rubbing against your skin sent chills down your spine, “Come on, darlin’. Show me how good I’m fuckin’ you.”

And that was all it took, before you knew it your orgasm had crept up on you without warning, and you were doubled over on the couch, moaning and screaming Negan’s name as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck!” You cried out as your breath quickened. Negan didn’t bother to slow down as he kept a steady pace, only furthering your sensitivity, making it almost unbearable.

“Christ, baby.” Negan chuckled as he thrusted himself into you roughly. It didn’t take long before him to follow in suit behind you as he grabbed your hair again, and pulled you up to his chest as he growled into your ear, and you could feel the warmth as he finished inside of you. He slammed his hips against you a few more times to ride out his own orgasm, feeling his breath in your ear.

You whimpered and collapsed over onto the couch again, breathing heavily. He pulled himself out of you, and you could feel the mess dripping down your leg, and you felt another slap on your ass.

“I didn’t realize this was gonna turn into a fuckin’ quickie.” He smiled, zipping his pants back up.

You propped yourself up onto your elbows, “Neither did I, but I needed that.”

“Are you fuckin’ relaxed now?” He said, running his tongue over his lips.

You stood back up, steadying yourself on the couch as your legs were shaky.

You turned towards him, “I am until I get tense again.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling you towards him to give you a passionate kiss, “Fuckin’ figures. I’ll just have to fuck that stress out of you.”

You bit your lip as you looked up to him, “it’s not like that’s a problem.”

He smirked, and have you a nod, “I’m going to get a fuckin’ shower. You coming?”

“That should be obvious.” You chuckled, gesturing to the mess he had made on you.

Later that night you laid in Negan’s bed after your shower, trying your best to stay awake.
He had gone back downstairs afterwards to talk to Eugene. But you were so tired that it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep before he could make it back into the room.

*Negan’s P.O.V.*

After he was done making his rounds he headed back up the stairs to his room, tired and worn out from the day’s activities.
Lucille was hanging loosely from his hand as he stomped up the stairs. He was relieved once he finally made it back.

‘Thank fuckin’ Christ.’ He thought as he opened the door to the room.

“I think he might fuckin’ workout here.” He said as he closed the door behind him, waiting for your answer. He turned and looked over to you laying in his bed, he pursed his lips once he saw that you were passed out. He shook his head and smirked, “Can’t ever fuckin’ hang.”

He set Lucille back onto his desk, and pulled his shirt off, throwing it down as he climbed into bed beside you, being careful not to wake you.
He laid his head onto his pillow, turning over to look at you.
He reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear that hung loosely in your face.

He was grateful to have you by his side, and he knew that, and it wasn’t a secret to himself that he loved you, but he wasn’t keen on expressing it, and wasn’t sure that he ever would be. He had vowed a long time go that he’d never fall in love after Lucille, but that rule has been broken the day the thought of losing you had been a real possibility. He hoped that somehow you already knew that he did, that way he didn’t have to come right out and say it, but he knew that was wishful thinking. He knew he’d have to tell you at some point, but at this point, he wasn’t ready.

*(Y/N) P.O.V.*

When the next morning rolled around, you and Negan were both up early getting ready for the day. You were sitting on the couch lacing up your boots when there was a loud knock on the door.

“This goddamm early?” Negan said, rolling his eyes, “Come in.”

The door opened as Simon appeared from the other side.
He had a cautious look on his face as he took a step in, looking like he was nervous to get close to Negan.
You knew right away that something was up, it wasn’t like Simon to cower down like this.

“Negan, there’s a problem.” He said slowly.

You could see Negan’s jaw flare as Simon spoke, “What kind of fuckin’ problem?”

Simon ran a hand through his hair, “When I went to let the wives know they’d be entertaining, I noticed something.”

“You better start making some goddamn sense, Simon.” Negan growled.

Simon let out a ragged sigh, “Sherri is missing.”

The look that came over Negan’s face next was a frightening one, made obvious by the look Simon made as negan cornered him, “What the fuck do you mean?”

“She wasn’t in the wives room. Some men and I looked around the place last night, we can’t find her.” He said, lowering his eyes.

Negan became too quiet at that point. He nodded his head slowly and slammed his fist into the door, making you jump as you watched on.

“Where’s Dwight?” He said dangerously.

“He should be in his room.” Simon answered nervously.

Negan grabbed Lucille where he had left her, gripping her handle so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, “Get some men, and we’ll pay him a fuckin’ visit.”

Simon nodded quickly and exited the room as fast as he could.

Negan turned back to you, “You fuckin’ coming?”

You gave a quiet nod, and followed out behind him. It made sense now as to why none of the wives would tell you where she was yesterday. They had to know more than they were letting on.

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Ephesians 2:4-5 But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, evenwhen we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ - by grace you have been saved.

Why I’m leaving Christianity.

Hey guys! I’ve been on Tumblr for two years now, blogging about my faith. Since I haven’t posted in a long time, an I feel like I owe an explanation to all my followers. I’ve been inactive on my blog because I’ve been rethinking my faith, and I’ve decided to convert.

I don’t really like labels, but since many of you have asked, I now refer to myself as a Messianic Israelite.

Messianic is Hebrew for “Messiah Follower.”

So technically I’m still a Christian since Christian means “Christ Follower”

However, people who refer to themselves as Messianics are different than people who refer to themselves as Christians

Messianic believers observe the Torah. I still believe in Jesus, and I still believe that I’m only saved by his grace, however, I do not believe the Law or Torah was “nailed to the cross” as many Christians believe.

Some of the major differences are:

1. I am going to start following the dietary laws of the Old Testament, meaning no more pig meat, shrimp, crab, rodents, or any other bottom feeders. Since Jesus didn’t put those in his body, I will not either.

2. I am following a Saturday Sabbath instead or Sunday, since that was the original day that Jesus rested on before the Roman Catholic church changed it.

3. I will no longer be celebrating Christmas or Easter, instead I will be following the Hebrew calendar and celebrate the feasts of the Israelites such as Passover, Sukkot, and Pentecost, and all the other feasts that Jesus celebrated being that he was Jewish.

I’ve spent a lot of time reading scripture and learning more about our father Yahweh, and from my studying, I believe this is the right thing to do. I feel like the scales have been removed from my eyes, and I’m excited to move forward with my new perspective on scripture. If you have any questions feel free to message me.

Mr. Barnes (Part 2 out of ?)

(A/N): I’m so glad everyone is liking this series so far!

Summary: Living in 1940′s Brooklyn as a crime lord is all fun and games until someone falls in love

Warnings: swearing, mentions of rape

Read Part 1:

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Originally posted by livvy1800

 Bucky sat at his oak desk, a cigar hanging out of his mouth as he breathed in deeply. Ever since that run in with that…with that slum kid Bucky hadn’t been able to keep his mind off of them. Their rosy cheeks and bright eyes kept perforating his thoughts, making it impossible to think about much else. He had business deals to think off, he had other gangs to think about, he had to worry about some prick in England talking shit about him, he didn’t have time to focus on that low life nobody. With a sigh Bucky tossed his cigar into an ash tray, running his hands down his scruffy face. It was nearly half an hour later when A quiet knock on his study door is what finally broke him Out of his stupor. 

   "Yeah?“ Bucky’s voice was hoarse, much more than usual. The tall oak doors swung open to reveal Dot, Bucky’s saving grace, wearing nothing but a silk robe he had bought them for valentines day. "Hello there dot,” Bucky smirks as Dot waltz in, swaying her hips as she made her way to Bucky’s heavy desk. 

   "Hiya Mr. Barnes,“ she smirks as she stops before him, resting her hands on the arms of his chair. "I’ve been missin’ ya today,” Bucky hums as he leans forward, almost touching his lips against hers. 

    “Have you now?” Dot nods, her lips parting in a sultry fashion as she does. 

   "You’re favorite girl is feeling a bit neglected,“

    "Oh, we can’t have that,” Bucky smirks as he grabs Dot’s ass, bringing her down onto his lap. “Now can we?” Dot gasps at the contact, shifting a bit, rubbing herself against Bucky’s leg enticingly. 

   "Sit back and let Mr. Barnes take care of ya, eh?“


 (Y/N) bit their lip as they eyed all the couples dancing, trying so desperately to keep their mind off of their run in a few days prior. They had just run into one of the most dangerous thugs in all of America, the man had everyone in his pocket, he could get away with murder and no one would bat an eye and yet (Y/N) ran into him and here they were, able to tell the tale. 

   With a shaky sigh (Y/N) reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear, even though it wasn’t necessary. Honestly (Y/N) was trying their best to keep busy, even the most mundane tasks would help focus (Y/N)’s mind on things other than the dark haired, mysterious thug. 

    "Hey sweetcheeks,” a rather harsh, almost smoker like voice drawls in (Y/N)’s ear, sending shivers down their spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you here all alone, how bout you get up and dance with me.” His words were poised as a question but his tone hinted otherwise. (Y/N) gulps, steeling themself against the strange man.

    “I’m sorry sir but I really don’t feel like-" 

    "It wasn’t a Question sweetheart,” he grips (Y/N)’s arm painfully tight, leaving them to whimper in pain. “Now get up or I’ll make you get up,” it was either go willingly or against their own will and (Y/N) most definitely wasn’t all too thrilled about the second idea. So with shaking legs and a trembling lip (Y/N) stood from their spot, following the sketchy looking man out to the dance floor. His strong hands settle on their waist as he yanks them close, their hips pushed flush against his. “What’s your name kid?” (Y/N) trembles on the spot as they reluctantly dance with the man, praying that someone would notice how uncomfortable they were and come out a stop to it. But no one did, they all kept their gazes elsewhere, completely ignoring (Y/N) and the man. “I asked you a question kid,” The man growls dangerously, gripping (Y/N)’s hips enough to leave bruises.

    “I-I’m (Y/N),” they stutter, fear getting the better of their voice. The man hums, a sick smile overtaking his features. 

   "Such a pretty name…you wanna know my name kid?“ 

    "N-no,” (Y/N) manages a bit of sass, almost proud of themself for being able to have such attitude towards such a man. “Not really,”

    “It’s Brock fucking Rumlow,” He leans in, biting down on their earlobe slightly, sending the poor kid shuddering in fear. 

   Brock Rumlow- one of the most notorious gangs in all of Brooklyn, perhaps in the entire state. 

   Two mobsters in the course of a week? It seemed nearly implausible and yet here (Y/N) was, still reeling from their run in with Bucky and now their contact with Brock. 

   “No sassy remarks anymore, eh?” 

   “Get off of me,” (Y/N) mutters, pushing at his chest weakly. Their lungs were still trying to recover from the harsh weather, leaving them feeling much weaker than the usually were. 

   “Aww, aren’t’chu you a cutie?” He purrs, his sickening smile never once leaving his lips. “I ought to wrap you up and take you home with me….” Brock growls as he licks his lips, his cold gaze running up and down (Y/N)’s form. “Oh sweetheart, the things I’d do to you,” 

   “I’m going to start screaming,” (Y/N) whispers, grunting against his hold. Their squirming comes to an abrupt stop when the feeling of something cool presses into their neck. 

   “Scream and I’ll slit your throat,” Brock sneers, his tone smug as he digs the point of his blade into their neck. (Y/N) whimpers softly, closing their eyes as something warm trickles down their neck, most likely leaving behind a trail of scarlet liquid. 

   “What do you want?” (Y/N) tries to sound stronger than they are but it was futile, Brock could see right through them. 

   “I just want a little fun dollface, take you back to my place, rough ya up a bit,” Brock purrs as he leans in once again, licking up the small rivulets of blood that had cascaded down (Y/N)’s neck. “Then I’m gonna send you back on your way and we’re gonna act like nothin’ happened, sound good?” (Y/N) whimpered, trying to shy away from Brock’s invading tongue to no avail, the blade kept them still, nipping at their skin in a way that had them wanting to puke. “Now, I’m gonna escort you out of here all nice and slow and you’re not gonna make a sound, got it? If you do,” Brock chuckles as she stashes his knife away. “I’m gonna make that much more painful for ya, sweetheart,” 


   Brock’s grips on (Y/N)’s arm was painfully tight, no doubt leaving finger shaped bruises in their skin. He dragged them down the streets of Brooklyn, towards the nicer area of town, to where all the rich snobs lived. No one here would care that (Y/N) was being manhandled by Brock, hell, no one in the slums even cared as they watched the tall, burly man guide the smaller human being along. Tears burned at (Y/N)’s eyes but they refused to let them fall, they had to keep some shred of dignity with this man and letting him see them cry would be the last straw. 

   “No tears huh?” Brock chuckled as he turned a corner, harshly jerking (Y/N) along with him, resulting in a few pops from their elbow. “Most of the time people are sobbing by now, begging me not to hurt them but you-” He chuckles again, shaking his head as he makes his way towards one of the nicer streets. “You’re different, maybe I really should keep ya, you seem like a firecracker,” 

   “Burn in hell,” (Y/N) growls, as they struggle a bit, pulling backwards as Brock moved forwards. Why the suddenly had fight in them now only god knows but it was there, a kindling flame of hatred and fear and dammit (Y/N) was going to use it. 

   “I suggest you stop struggling sweetheart,” Brock growls as he yanks them forward, nearly tripping them in the process. “I’m not opposed to slaughtering you right here and leaving your body to the dogs,” 

   “Let go of me!” (Y/N) yells, struggling to get away. They twisted and flailed, clawed and kicked, anything to get this man off of them but Brock was strong and he held on tightly, causing much discomfort on (Y/N)’s part. “Get off of me!” (Y/N) screamed helplessly, hoping that anyone would come to their rescue. Little did they know that just up the street there stood a man dressed to the nines, a Brazilian imported cigar hanging out of his mouth. 


   “Get off of me!’ a voice screamed down the street. Bucky looked up from his suit, a small smirk rising to his lips at their person’s frantic cry. Sounded like someone was going to get lucky tonight, maybe if he caught them in time he’d be able to join in too. Bucky chuckled as he huffed on his cigar, reveling in the high it gave him. His pristine shoes clicked down the street, creating a soft clacking against the somewhat nice pavement. It was the only other sound in the air other than the person’s screams and to be a bit morbid he was enjoying them. Call Bucky a sadist but god- that noise was like music to his ears. 

   “What the fuck did I tell you was gonna happen if you struggled, huh?” A voice growled as Bucky got closer. Bucky’s brows furrowed in confusion;  that voice sounded so familiar, he could’ve sworn that he had only heard it a few days ago- Bucky comes to an abrupt stop before the source of noise, his eyes quickly taking in the rather shocking scene. It was the kid from a few days ago, the shabby, slum kid, struggling against the grasp of some tall, wide man…

   “Brock Rumlow,” Bucky growls, a small smirk rising to his lips. “How strange to see you here,” Brock stops fighting the kid immediately, his entire body going rigid at Bucky’s voice. 

   “Barnes,” Brock smiles sickeningly, that same smile that had been twisting (Y/N)’s stomach for the last half an hour. “Fancy seeing you here,” Bucky smirks as he flicks his cigar to the ground, allowing it to burn out and die slowly. 

   “Who’s the kid?” Bucky gestures to (Y/N) with a simple quirk of his head as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. 

   “Just a lil’ something I picked up earlier,” Bucky looks at (Y/N), his harsh gaze raking over their trembling form. He regarded them with a look of prejudice, sneering down at them with an upturned nose. He hoped his look was enough to convince Brock that he had no care for this (Y/N) creature when in reality the look of fear on their face had stirred something deep within him. 

   “How much do you want for ‘em?” Bucky asks coolly, as though he wasn’t bargaining this persons life right before them. 

   “Sorry Barnes but you’re out of luck, this one’s a keeper,” 

   “I don’t think you understood me,” Bucky chuckles darkly as he reaches in his suit, retrieving a small albeit dangerous handgun. “How much do you want for ‘em?” He points the end of the barrel at Brock’s stomach, inconspicuous enough that if anyone walked by they wouldn’t think anything of it. 

   “Fuck you Barnes,” Brock growls as he shoves (Y/N) towards the brunette. Bucky was quick to steady (Y/N), incidentally pulling them to his chest. “I’ll get them back,” Brock chuckles darkly as he saunters off, shaking his head as he does. “Just you wait and see,” Bucky keeps his ground as Brock saunters off, keeping (Y/N) against his chest protectively but as soon as the other mobster was out of sight Bucky broke, his facade crumbling to the ground. 

   “You alright kid?” Bucky asks as he inspects (Y/N), checking them for any wounds of any sort. 

   “Why do you care?” (Y/N) grumbles as the bat his prying hands away, being mindful not to expose their bleeding neck to him. Bucky immediately retracts his hands, as though (Y/N)’s words had burned him. 

   “Really?” Bucky chuckles dryly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I just spared your fucking life kid and now you’re gonna give me sass? I could’ve let that bastard rape and kill ya but instead I saved ya and this is the thanks I get?” (Y/N) huffs as they brush their outfit off, as though trying to get rid of any remnant of Brock. 

   “I didn’t ask for help-” (Y/N)’s sentence cuts short when Bucky grips their chin, forcing them to look into his eyes. 

   “I own this town sweetheart, I own half the country, with a snap of my fingers I could have you beaten to a bloody pulp and left at my doorstep if I so desired,” (Y/N) glares up at Bucky indignantly, flaring their nostrils angrily. “So I suggest you stay on my good side, got it?” Bucky gave them a little cheeky grin as he stepped back, wiping some ‘dust’ off their chin before turning on his heels to saunter back home, his energy for the night gone. He knew (Y/N) was glaring at his back so he turned his head, giving them a little smirk as he pulled out a new cigar, placing it between his fingers as he spoke to them. “I’ll be seeing you real soon (Y/N),” And with that the mobster turned away, lighting his cigar as he walked back home, whistling a chirpy tune. 


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Important Life Update...

Hey guys, I just want start off by saying I’m so sorry I’ve been absent for the past couple months. I love you guys dearly and as Tumblr is my happy place where I can express myself and forget about all the shitty things in the world, I thought it was only fair that I share with you what’s been going on.
Since the the last couple weeks in my senior year of high school I have been getting very badly sick, from bronchitis 4 months in a row to constant, severe chest infections and pneumonia. I’m now just finished my sophomore year of college and this last semester I have been in and out of the hospital nonstop and getting worse. The most frustrating thing is all of the the doctors kept saying they could find nothing wrong with me and that it was “probably just a virus.” These past couple months when i was getting worse I was told by many doctors it was “all in my head,” simply because I was profiled as a drug and attention seeker due to my age demographic.
After weeks of painfulI and repetitive testing, I finally found out over the last couple months that I have a very rare form of cancer called, “glioblastoma grade 4.” This is apparently a fast growing cancer in the brain that had been making me become sicker and sicker as time went on. During these past couple months that I’ve been absent, it spread to my spinal cord, and finally to my lungs. As of right now, the prognosis doesn’t look that good, but I’m done putting life on hold because of cancer. I WILL graduate from college and study what I love, and I WILL continue blog and be back on Tumblr full time. I think of you guys as my family and nothing makes me happier than interacting with you guys and blogging about our favorite things ❤️❤️❤️
I’m so sorry for the long message, but I needed to share it with you all. Tumblr and you guys are my happy place where cancer doesn’t exist and I can just be myself and enjoy the things I love with you guys, for the time that I have left. I absolutely adore Marvel and Star Wars with all of my heart, and they’ve been my own saving grace through all of this. They’ve taught me that no matter how bad things get, or how weak you may feel, to never give up without a fight. As of right now, I’m not sure I’ll still be here when The Last Jedi comes out, let alone Avengers Infinity War, and It would mean the absolute world to me if you guys could signal boost this for me. To have a message from one of my heroes would indescribable. I’ve come to terms with things and I like to look at it as I AM dying, it’s just at a faster rate than most people. At the end of the day, I love you guys soooooo much and I’m not going to let this disease stop me from living the rest of my Star Wars fandom-obsessed life lol. As my hero, Carrie Fisher, once said, “Stay afraid, but do it anyway.”

flowerapplejacks  asked:

When it comes to shows like Steven Universe, how do you feel about the phrase "Out of Character". Since we're not the creators or writers, can this ever be valid?

Spoken from the Sonic the Hedgehog continuity, I’m aware there have been times where I feel like a particular development or behavior is inconsistent with what I consider the integral part of the character. For example, I’m always frustrated with Eggman’s decision to bomb Station Square in Sonic Adventure- it just seems very unlike him, considering every other time senseless destruction happens, he’s adamant that it’s the worst idea he’s ever heard of.

There’s some saving grace in that Eggman is in a very unusually dark mood and appears to be more or less going “fuck this entire thing” but it still… doesn’t seem right. It isn’t that it impugns our morals- Eggman can and has done things of comparable or even greater magnitude in the game continuity- but it seems to contradict his morals. 

That said, I think part of the thing about the Sonic fandom is- at least the game continuity, which is the main place I play, so to speak, the characters are a lot more… fragmented, so to speak? Like… Tails and Amy both made resolutions at some point about moving up to be their own heroes in Adventure, and then Adventure 2 tried to make good on it, but as of around Colors Amy and Tails both seem to have fallen to the wayside 

along with most of the established cast who I guess is just kinda chilling, like. I guess Knuckles in Unleashed just looked down at the fact that the world was exploding and was like “ehhh, Sonic’s got this” Shadow on the phone with GUN “this would appear to be a grand-scale crisis, sir, what should we do” “we’re stationing you near the Mazuri fault with duct tape” “…sir?” “GUN isn’t made of money, son.”

BUT my incredible saltiness at my personal favorite series entirely aside, my point is: SU is not like that. It spends the entire time planning these things out. Too Far was planned before Warp Tour aired. Crewniverse has a long game plan here, and they have a pretty exquisite attention to characterization- so I think it’s an accusation we can levy, but, it should be done a little carefully.

Personally I find it funny that it’s so often levied against Lapis, because it seems to accompany this weird fandom assumption that we have a good understanding of Lapis at this point, like she isn’t an enigma wrapped in a halter top.

But other stuff I’ve seen, people going “Oh, Peridot used to be threatening like, I think we need a refresher course on Gem Drill where Peridot was pretty much ready to straight-up murder the Cluster to save the planet and we see her focused, businesslike, and fond of guns very much the way of her solo antagonist spurt.

If Peridot is more sentimental and openly cheerful now it’s because the Crystal Gems are no longer foreign entities trying to murder her and via metal powers she’s at least able to partially accommodate the loss and sense of helplessness and frustration from her missing enhancers.

People have said “Peridot used to be capable of so much more, now she’s practically a baby” and have ignored how aggressively Peridot is posturing herself as great and powerful and episodes like Too Short To Ride that repeatedly emphasize how Peridot feels helpless and patronized and hates it and is actively trying to fight that, and things like how she immediately tries to declare herself as Garnet in The New Crystal Gems makes it pretty clear how Peridot wants to be seen. 

Would it be too much to imagine that I wanted to spend time with you?
— 

Gentle words I hear in my head at 5 AM when I’m still awake and asking God what could be keeping me up.
I wondered if it was guilt or anxiety or fear or just uncertainty. His response was pure love.
Why do we assume God is looking on us with scorn or with the intent to berate us? Discipline is not hate and disciple isn’t even the sum total of our Father’s love.
It’s easy to say “Jesus loves me” to someone or recite it in song but when we’re alone is that how we act? Or do we hide? Do we hide because we fear that judgement will come when we least expect it from an almighty fist? How often do we forget that He is a God who walked among us and sat with the lowest of us? How often do we think that our sin is just different, that we are less because we “should know better”? How often do we forget that God’s love and grace is for everyone, people who met Him yesterday and those of us who have been walking with Him for years? Unlike our human love God’s love doesn’t not wane; it is constant till the end of time. There is so much more to God than realize and so much more to His love for us than we allow ourselves to believe.

Believe that God would just want to spent time with you. Believe that He loves you enough to desire nearness with you. Believe that the Creator of the Universe, the Alpha and Omega, the One who gave His only Son to save, truly and deeply loves you.

-31 Women (Nan)

Starry Nights, Sunny Days [Yondu x Reader]

Originally posted by marvelheroes

Howdy! Could you write something with Yondu where the reader owns a bar and he visits a lot and what not. Maybe they fall in love over time and he kisses her (Maybe some smut if you are comfortable writing it if not ignore this part!)

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  1. Why is it that every time I open a wine bottle you call me to get into some kind of trouble?
  2. Pardon all the mess but our pilot seems to have forgotten how to steer our ship.
  3. But I might be afraid that you are not here for tea and biscuits
  4. She’s going rather paranoid at this point…
  5. ”I don’t remember you being so sensitive.”
    ”Well I don’t remember you being such a dick, but apparently things change.”
  6. They laid down to the desert sand, clinging to their guns. This was how they were going to die, and at least one of them had accepted their fate.
  7. Maybe we can leave together, run away and never come back.
  8. They cut off her tongue with rusty razor blade and locked her to the deepest of the dungeons. But witches were bitches, and she was biggest one of them.
  9. Thank you for that confusing clarification.
  10. My closet holds more skeletons than you can imagine
  11. You gonna try to kill him with nail clipper’s file? Mate, that’s like inch long what fucking damage you think you gonna do?
  12. ”Are you gonna get stubby tonight?”
    ”No. But then again and I said that last time, didn’t it?”
    ”Okay, then you have to wait a minute, I have to change my dress.”
  13. Knucklehead alarm! What are we gonna do?
  14. Could you stop gnashing your teeth and help me fix the engine?
  15. This is a kidnapping, not an assassination!
  16. Do the rich care that they are sending the young to war?
  17. It took years for me to stood on my feet again, and of course she would come to knock me back down.
  18. She knew it wasn’t the wisest of things leave her mouth, but like her grandma always said, ’Fuck it’.
  19. ”What your doing?”
    ”I though you were gonna choke me.”
  20. Don’t throw a kid to the wolves, for he might return as one of their own.
  21. What now? You are going to keep me in a cage like an animal?
  22. What an novel act, Mr.Renz.. But unfortunately I think this might’ve been an idea right out of the bad part of the brain.
  23. Sacrificing yourself for the well being of others? How heart breaking.
  24. Healthy level of narcissism? I think we are far over the healthy limit, crossing to fucking insane level
  25. Stop ignoring me, I’m the only one properly armed to save you
  26. Why do I always have to do the painful work? It’s not like you couldn’t do it.
  27. Not as graceful as I thought, but let’s work around it.
  28. Maybe I’m stronger than I thought I was.
  29. I suggest we blame someone else and scatter on our own ways
  30. ”I told you to be careful!”
    ”You also told me to shoot my way out of trouble if I need to!”
  31. Well my judgement was always little dodgy.
  32. And I thought I was fucked up. Goddamn, you need help.
  33. Secret rooms shouldn’t have other secret rooms!
  34. The sweet old lady is gonna help us kidnap the King! What a glorious day!
  35. I swear you will be endangered species, if you don’t shut up
  36. Don’t ever mention knives and laugh like that afterwards.
  37. You know, I don’t think I should eat this…
  38. I think I’m just bitter because you have most of your life ahead of you
  39. My reasons are none of your concerns
  40. Well that’s something anybody hadn’t never said out loud
  41. Don’t snarl at me, I didn’t invent the game or the rules.
  42. Shouldn’t you attack somebody who actually pulls the strings?
  43. Lay low for a while didn’t mean that you should
  44. Only if these people knew what you have done for this world.. What you have scarified to protect these people
  45. ”Maybe one day you might understand”
    ”Rather hope so”
  46. What a fucking disaster! I knew you were stupid but this is ridiculous.
  47. Have you had a fucking stroke? The fuck are you talking about?
  48. You got any prove of that? Cause I don’t remember doing nothing like that
  49. Blood and mud covered her clothes, even the rain wasn’t washing it away.
  50. Do I have to start treating you like a dog again? Sit, boy. Down. Don’t bark.
  51. Please don’t make me sit in limousine, I’m just gonna get a fucking headache and get angry
  52. Oh my God, I didn’t think I could look more like a whore than Charlotte..
  53. Why do you feel obligated to give me roses every time you see me?
  54. How much do you think he uses hair gel? Because that looks like a whole bottle it’s on top of his head right now.
  55. We vowed to protect this land, no matter who’s the ruler
  56. She offered 5 grand just to kill one useless high school student?
  57. The information passed like a wild fire through the city
  58. Any day might be our last, we can’t predict anything.
  59. When the daylight appears again, remember our luck
  60. That’s probably the worst way to die, honestly… Drown in a fish tank.
  61. What an amazing fall. 10/10 points, bravo
  62. Do you think it’s edible?
    I don’t know, it looks like it is.
  63. Maybe you should write it up? You know, ‘cause you’re kinda stupid
  64. This is gonna get sad very fast, isn’t it?
  65. What a literal fucking moron you are.
  66. Casted from heaven to forever travel the earth.
  67. What an absolutely weird thing to say, really…
  68. Well.. the car is fucked now
  69. If she starts acting up again, or brings that damn knife, I’ll knock her the fuck down!
  70. Bloody palm print was smudged to the bunker’s wall
  71. Smell of death filled the air around the alter, making the visitor wonder what the walls and floors are hiding
  72. It didn’t matter how long she had been gone, the feeling was the same.
  73. Leaning against the cold railing of The Queens Walk, he looked down at the Thames, hoping this day wouldn’t end like last Tuesday.
  74. His eyes were as black as his heart
  75. She made a pact with the Devil and stabbed him in the back with the first change she got.
  76. She laid down her live for others and what happened? You act like se was the biggest brat of these people
  77. And the King didn’t have no other choice than to allow the black sheep of the family to take the throne.
  78. ”Why can’t you just let them work things out between them?”
    “Because they will end up stabbing each other”
  79. Blowing it up seems rather bad choice, doesn’t it?
  80. I feel like this would have to be something for national security to handle
  81. Do I need to start shooting people to get trough this fucking crowd?
  82. What about plan F? I mean I know it involves Margarita dying, but G would involve me being used as a bait, and that would be drastic
  83. These cars tend to have trackers, so if you may just step out
  84. Stay inside the car, or if you must disobey the order like the last time, please make sure you close the doors behind you
  85. The hound is barking again,
  86. Ohh… We making a bomb? Fucking awesome.
  87. Oh yeah, they are trying to kill each other in middle of London’s tube, how fucking great!
  88. Am I failing to see the obvious here?
  89. You feed your children lies? Or do you tell them what lurks in the light of day?
  90. ”Who’s in the body bag?”
    “Maximum.”
    “He’s dead?”
    “Sedated. Probably will wake up soon, too.”
  91. Stop waving the gun at me if you’re not going to shoot me.
  92. ”We’ll burn their lungs out!”
    ”Smoke inhalation? Awesome.”
  93. Oh woah.. We REALLY need to work on your subtle threats.
  94. Eventually blood will dry and maybe you’ll realize what you have done
  95. The blood from our past haunt us now.
  96. Maybe the history books will read our names. Tell the story how we ended up fucking up so bad.
  97. Tug your skirt down, wipe your tears and load your gun.
  98. You’re stronger than any fucker here
  99. “We still need the information!”
    “Probably shouldn’t have killed her then.”
  100. Hey, have I done anything incredibly stupid in last five minutes?

Thank you all. Really.

anonymous asked:

Do you have a compilation of issues with Catholicism? I searched some tags on your blog and couldn't find much. I feel as if the Catholic church puts a bit too much emphasis on man and not enough on God, but I'd like to have some solid arguments instead of just a feeling. Thanks!

Here (finally) is a masterpost for all the asks I’ve received about this topic! I’m about to unintentionally ruffle quite a lot of feathers here, with having quite a significant amount of presumably catholic followers. Therefore, as always is my goal, there will be LOTS of scripture references to back things up, and everything I link to I do so because it also is saturated with additional scripture. Always, ALWAYS going back to what the Bible says.

I would absolutely agree that the Catholic religion puts a dangerous, even dire, amount of focus on the efforts of man, and we will see that as we dive into their claims vs. the scriptures. The false teachings of Catholicism will be in bold.

Grace plus works doctrine – Paul plainly addresses this problem in Galatians. The people were adopting what Paul calls “another gospel” which was grace plus works. This is what Paul says, “Are you so foolish? Having begun in the Spirit, are you now being made perfect by the flesh?” (Galatians 3:3) Let’s look at that verse again, Paul is saying it is foolish to think that having been begun being justified by God’s grace that your human works will complete that. He says that is foolishness! Our good works are not what save us. It is God who saves us. From the moment we believe we are completely justified because of what Jesus did in dying on the cross. That chapter goes on to use Abraham as an example, and I would absolutely advocate reading Galatians, especially chapter 3. Ephesians 2:8-10 says, “For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” God created us to do good works, however, the Bible is clear that good works are not what save us. Otherwise we could parade our own goodness, we could say “Look at all they good I’ve done, I’m definitely getting into Heaven.” That’s not how it works. Salvation is because of everything GOD has done for us. The Bible consistently teaches that “Salvation is determined by faith alone, and demonstrated by faithfulness to obey God’s will alone” (John MacArthur).

You can lose your salvation – Romans 8:38-39 says, “For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Once we are Christ’s, that is it. We are secure. Jesus died for past, present, and future sins. The sins of those who believed before Jesus came, the sins of those who believed while Jesus was on earth, and the sins of those who would live after His resurrection. Jesus conquered sin, every sin believers ever have committed or ever will, and by believing in Him we are no longer slaves to sin or the punishment of it. If there is nothing you can do to earn your salvation, there is nothing you can do to lose your salvation. Were salvation able to be withdrawn, we would have no peace, we would spend our lives in fear that we had not done enough. The Bible has already said that no one is good enough, but God’s grace is sufficient and it is everlasting. Romans 11:29, “For the gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable.”

Baptism is necessary for salvation – Again, works based theology that does not line up with scripture and that is what salvation by baptism is. When the proper context is applied to the passages that appear to mention physical baptism alongside salvation, we see that the “salvation by grace through faith” doctrine stands. Because this is such a weighty topic, I’m going to link to an article that is rich with scriptural references. [x]

Confession – Confession is a part of repentance, but confession to man is not required for salvation. John 1:9 says, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” God is the one who forgives us and the only one who is able to cleanse us. Our fellow Christians are called to hold us accountable, but the forgiveness of sins as it pertains to eternal life is something only God can absolve.

We are born sinless – The Bible says that we are sinners by nature. Ephesians 2:3 says, “Among whom also we all once conducted ourselves in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, just as the others.”

Mary was sinless – Where does the Bible say Mary was sinless? The Bible says, in Romans 3:23, “For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.” The Catholics claim there are exceptions to this verse, that this is just a generalization, but where does the Bible say that? There is nothing to support that view. There is never an exemption that says “this person didn’t need salvation.” The Bible says that we are all depraved sinners, slaves to the law, and in need of salvation.

Praying to Mary and the saints – The simplest answer I have for this is there is absolutely nothing in the Bible to suggest it is permissible to pray to anyone but God. Mary is a created, sinful being, a human, just like us, just like every saint. There is no power Mary or the saints possess except that which is given to them by God. Neither does the Bible make allowance for praying to angels. Praying to Mary and the saints takes the focus off of God and elevates the creation to a place of reverence reserved for the Creator. “Who exchanged the truth of God for the lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever. Amen.” (Romans 1:25) The veneration of Mary and the saints is idolatry. More about that can be found here [x]

Purgatory – The Bible is clear that there are only two options for the afterlife. Matthew 25:46, “And these will go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.” There is no middle ground, no point after death which you can choose Heaven over Hell. Additionally, the idea of sacraments is baseless. You cannot pay off your sin. Not to mention prayers for the dead are useless, as Luke 16 tells us that each person bears the consequences of their decision and one’s eternal destination cannot be altered by others.

The authority of the Pope – “I marvel that you are turning away so soon from Him who called you in the grace of Christ, to a different gospel, which is not another; but there are some who trouble you and want to pervert the gospel of Christ. But even if we, or an angel from heaven, preach any other gospel to you than what we have preached to you, let him be accursed. As we have said before, so now I say again, if anyone preaches any other gospel to you than what you have received, let him be accursed.” (Galatians 1:6-9) As mentioned before, the different gospel mentioned is specifically a grace plus works doctrine. The Bible is very clear that anyone who touts a message that is contrary to the Bible is not of God. The Pope holds no doctrinal authority over anyone. God’s word, the Bible, is given to everyone the same, and all Christians have the Holy Spirit dwelling inside of them specifically to help, guide, and discern. God’s Word stands, and anyone who preaches contrary to that is preaching a lie, a false doctrine, the road to Hell.

Other “scriptures” – The Catholic church has implemented additional books in their teaching, adding to the Bible what does not belong. They have taken the perfect word of God and added books that contradict and/or detract from the truth of the Bible. The books of the Bible were not something that was chosen lightly, nor was any random text considered scripture. That which is part of the Bible MUST be scripture inspired directly by God Himself. There were guidelines and certain qualifications that had to be met for books to be part of the Bible, and that resulted in 66 books – no more, no less. Psalm 12:6-7 says, “The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times. You shall keep them, O Lord, You shall preserve them from this generation forever.” Additional information on the inspiration/preservation of scripture can be found here [x][x]


From comparing the Bible with the core Catholic doctrine, it is evident that Catholicism is a false religion, the rejection of God’s Word, and the rejection of God’s Word condemns you to Hell. I meekly, humbly, honestly, implore my catholic friends to read the Bible, search for the answers in the scriptures. Don’t take my word on this, it doesn’t matter at all what I say. God’s Word is Truth.

Night Falls: Chapter 18

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 5,284

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A/N: Gird your lions, friends. I have a feeling you don’t know what’s coming. 

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You had decided to call it an early night that night, not wanting to face Dean any more than you had to. 

You got it. It was his job to protect you, and he wasn’t doing that when he was busy doing you. But if he was mad at himself, then that was his own problem, not yours. 

When he didn’t want you, sure, it made your chest tighten but you weren’t going to push him, risking what you thought would be further embarrassment. No one made him rush up those stairs after you and pin you against your door. He made that choice–whether good or bad–and he had to live with it.

And for Christ’s sake, it was sex. It wasn’t like you two had killed anyone. And no one had showed up to kill you, so all was fine.

Or so you thought.

Dean was gone by the time you woke up the next morning, and when Cas arrived for his night shift, he showed up with a new partner–Benjamin–a man older than Cas with ashy skin and graying hair. He spoke quietly but with surety, and when you asked Cas where Dean was, you were informed that he was working overtime at the bureau getting ready for the trial on Monday, making sure all necessary precautions were in place.

Sure.

Not that you doubted that, but Cas had no idea that Dean was clearly trying to avoid you. 

It made your jaw clench and head shake. For the first time since it happened, you actually regretted sleeping with him. What had been such a great moment was squashed and destroyed by the fact that Dean didn’t want to even see you anymore. 

You should never have made a move. You should have let things be. Sure, he finished it, but you had started it, and clearly that was a mistake. Because whatever it was that seemed to be growing between you two was now dead. 

The saving grace to it all was that the trial was quickly approaching and this would all be over soon, and you would never have to see him again. 

But as the weekend rolled on, there was a constant a sense of dread in your stomach. Reality had finally set in about what would happen Monday morning as Cas explained protocols–from the moment you left this house, until you were on the stand, you would be in a bulletproof vest with the bold FBI letters stitched across it. Before you even arrived to the courthouse, you would change cars, and do so again once you left, making sure that you weren’t being followed. While waiting to give your testimony, there would be several FBI agents escorting you around the courthouse. There would even be several female agents around so that you were never alone, not even in the bathroom. 

By Sunday night, you were mere hours away from seeing Zazel again and being put on the stand. You forced yourself to replay the night in the parking garage, and the day at the flee market, remembering exactly what got you into this mess so that you could end it once and for all. You tried to once again find that fire that had burned inside you, the rage towards Zazel for ruining your life that helped you hold your head high and your will steel, but as the hours ticked by, your determination was waning.

You briefly wondered if Crowley would be there, but you doubted it. Though you had no idea what he looked like, you assumed the FBI did–but what if they didn’t? What if he sat in court as an unassuming spectator? What if he finally saw the woman who was threatening his empire–helping the man that had been trying to take him down since the moment his mother was murdered? Would he try anything? Or just stare you down while you were none the wiser?

You really didn’t know much about Crowley, though you knew enough by now that you were going to be challenging a man who had been spending the last three decades building a criminal empire that hadn’t been challenged until now. 

Way to put a fucking target on your back.

There was still no guarantee that once the trial was over, and Zazel was-assuming–found guilty, that you would be able to return to your normal life. There was no promise that just because you finally held up your end of the deal, that you would get the happy-ever-after you so naively believed was waiting for you at the end of this ordeal when you signed your witness statement. 

Because at the end of the day, you weren’t playing by the FBI’s rules. You were playing by Crowley’s. 

Tomorrow morning you would take the stand, revealing yourself to the world. There was a fair chance that Crowley would come after you, and if that happened, there would be no returning to your normal life. You would be thrown into witness protection, given a new name, a new job, a whole new life where Y/F/N Y/L/N never existed. 

You would never see your parents again, or be by your sister’s side once she finally got married, or sit on the sidelines and cheer her on as she walked across the stage as Doctor Lydia Y/L/N. You would miss Mike’s child–who was due only two months from now–or any nieces or nephews that would come after. Your life would be snatched away, with no chance of ever going back. 

And as you in bed that night, you can’t stop the tears from prickling your eyes. With no one around to be strong for, you let yourself be weak. Because once you leave this room, you had to show the world that Zazel didn’t scare you, that Crowley was nothing but a name, and you, without a single doubt in your mind, would be there to take them down. You Y/F/N Y/L/N.

But no matter how much you tried to reassure yourself that tomorrow would go exactly as Dean had been promising since the day he knocked on your door, that tomorrow would finally bring an end to this living nightmare, you couldn’t stop the gnawing fear in your stomach that this was far from over.

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The left picture is my favorite part of the first ending: Nozomi appearing in the doorway gleefully and Eli right behind her, stiff and embarrassed. Given that, as well as the gap Eli leaves between herself and Honoka in the right picture (the only gap in the whole line of them), I like to think that this ending takes place in those couple weeks after Nozomi and Eli join and before the concert.

I understand why the anime skipped over those weeks, but it’s one of the most disappointing things the anime does, in my opinion. We see Eli go from antagonist to best friend in the span of 30 seconds, when the actual process wouldn’t have been anything like that. Eli’s stubborn. At this point she knows she’s in the wrong, that she has to be nicer to Honoka and the rest of the girls, but she’s too awkward to do it naturally. She’s going to keep being stubborn simply because that’s all she knows how to do it, and it’s going to cause friction in the group until she can calm down. There’s going to be arguments, disagreements over leadership (who’s in charge? Honoka, as the person who started muse? Nico, as club president? Eli, who’s been in charge of everything her whole life?), and while in the end it will bring the group closer, you could have an interesting story where they almost fall apart.

The one saving grace, aside from Nozomi’s magic, is that most of the group can’t hold a grudge. Nico and Maki are the only ones who stay angry (and Eli should be really glad the subunits didn’t exist because bibi meetings would have been awful), but eventually Maki decides she doesn’t care enough. Nico is good at staying silent and angry for a long time, but once she’s alone she gives in too, and it’s only then that Eli can start to relax and truly bond with the group.

This post didn’t quite end up where I expected it to go but basically: those two weeks after Eli joined would be full of character development and awkward bonding moments and I really wish we had seen them.

Saving Grace

@reidnation  Could you write about the reader being a girl whom Spencer saves on a case. And she falls in love with him, but everyone else thinks it’s just because he saved her? Thank you for reading this! Everything you write is amazing btw <3

A/N: Thank you so much, and I am so sorry that this took so long! Not exactly sure why i took it in this direction but I really enjoyed writing this, A LOT. Hope you enjoy reading it guys. 


Originally posted by aglassofwhiskey

This had been one of the most draining cases that Spencer had worked, he continued to have flashbacks, going over them again and again. Thankfully it was one of the few cases that had a happy ending. The only thing that he could think about was your face, your eyes when you finally realized that it was ver and you would be safe, that everything would be okay. 

After it was over he stayed behind, spending long hours in the hospital. He had become far more invested in this case than any other in the past. Everyone reassuring him that everything would be okay, still he insisted on being there for you. 

Lucky, they used that word a lot, “She was so lucky” everyone at the hospital kept saying. But once you woke up every time everyone said it you said, “It wasn’t luck, it was all thanks to him” Spencer stood by the door watching as the doctor made her final assessment. 

“Okay well you will be released today, just hold right while we get your paper work together.” 

Spencer offered, no insisted he take you home once you had been released, both of you sat in the car in from of your house. There was a moment of silence as they both tried to shuffle through the endless amount of things they wanted to say. 

“Thank you doesn’t even begin to cover it, you saved my life Spencer Reid.” Spencer looked over as soon as you said that, his heart skipping a beat. “I’m so glad I did.” He walked her to the front of the house, they both lingered by the door. 

There was something about you he couldn’t quiet put his finger on it, but he didn’t want to leave. The last couple of days although spent in the cold, white walls of a hospital room had been warm, even enchanting getting to know you. 

They shared a simple good bye, Spencer extended his arm out to shake yours hand, “I thought you didn’t do handshakes.” 

“I don’t” he replied sheepishly lowering his head. Instead you wrapped your arms about him, at first he felt as if he couldn’t move. Paralyzed by the swiftness of your action, he took a deep breathe and finally relaxed hugging you back tightly. 

“Good bye, Y/N” 


But good bye turned into talk to you later, letters turned into weekly phone calls, which became every day phone calls that lead to texts, video chats and finally visits. Spencer had come down to see her once, it raised a couple of eye brows with the team but they understood how involved he had become in the case.  

Once it became twice it was more difficult to dismiss, everyone was thinking the same way but no one wanted to say it out loud. But it had been almost nine months since you had met Spencer and you we’re absolutely sure of your feelings, as was he. 

There was no denying your chemistry, the way he made everywhere you went feel like home. The sleepless nights spent talking on the pone left you both wishing you could wake up in each others instead of in each others minds. 

You had brought a light into Spencer’s world, he smiled more often, it was hard for any one to deny that he was in deed happier. But still they we’re weary of your feelings for him, we’re they really genuine? 

“Look I don’t want to be the bad guy Spence, I care about you. I don’t want to see you hurt, so I have to say it. Is this girl in love with you or the idea that you saved her?” JJ wanted to be careful with her words, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. 

“I love her JJ” Spencer was tidying up his desk before heading out to see you again. 

“I know Spence, just please think about it keep it in mind. It is a possibility.” 

A possibility that didn’t leave his head while on his flight. Spencer was excited to finally be able to see you again, you had planned a quiet evening at home filled with lots of movie and too much junk food. 

While Spencer was quietly watched the movie, you could tell something was on his mind. “Hey, is everything okay?” There hadn’t been extremely horrible or touchy cases at work recently so that couldn’t be the issue. 

“Do you love me?” His question caught you off guard, “Of course I do Spence.” 

“Why?” Unsure of where this was going you decided to answer the question honestly. “Because you’re sweet, kind, loving, smart, you’re different in the best way possible. No one has been there for me the way you have” 

“You mean you love me because I saved you?” Hearing that confused you even more, “I love you because of who are, not just for what you did for me Spencer. You saved me in a lot more ways than one.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Spencer Reid you are my saving grace, and I don’t know what I would do with out you.” 



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You think i don’t love you? G.D Smut

Originally posted by squishydolan

Warnings: Swearing, Smut.

Requested! Hope you enjoy


It was Friday night, which coincidentally was Grayson and I’s first year anniversary. I took my time to get ready, as it was a special night. I mean he’s stayed with me for a whole year! And honestly it’s been the best year of my life, we’ve gotten along perfectly, not one disagreement, or anything of that sort. And the good thing was the fans loved me too! Considering I lucked out in that department, as the last girlfriend he had got completely emotionally mauled by them. But you could say the both of you guys were meant to be, true love if you will. You never believed in anything like that, even in the slightest until the hazel eye boy came along and swept you off of your feet. Well literally and figuratively, as the first time you met him, you were at the beach, and he was doing backflips off of a building, which you didn’t see. Causing him to land on you, knocking you over., and of course him feeling guilty about the situation asked you to dinner to apologize, and the rest is history. Of course you were a little mad at first, well really mad I mean someone did do a backflip on top of you. But as soon as you saw him, you knew he was the one for you. Something about him, well everything about him. Maybe it was his eyes, or his laugh, or possibly his perfectly neat but somehow messy at the same time hair, which he swore looked bad when it was like that, but you thought it was perfect, well he was perfect. But your so called “Perfect” boyfriend, was nowhere to be seen. Even though, he was the one who made the dinner plans, he was the one who decided the time, he was just the fucking one who planned it. And now he’s an hour fucking late for dinner, I was sat here alone, in a fancy Italian restaurant, in a fancy dress. Looking like a fancy idiot who got stood up. I mean I was pissed, ok pissed was an understatement, maybe furious. “Why not call him?” You ask? I have trust me, 15 times, and god knows how many texts. I couldn’t even get ahold of Ethan. So by that he probably stood me up for something to do with YouTube, maybe some friends, possibly even a party. But whatever it was. I hope it was worth it to him. As I wrapped up my meal, that I had eaten alone. Figuring that I shouldn’t let the reservations go to waste and just eat some good ass food Grayson missed out on. I mean I wanted to share this with him, to celebrate, well us. Us doing so well, Us being in love, just Him and I. Alone, no screaming girls, no flashing cameras. Just us. Well that would’ve been the dream, Huh? It really fucking would have. As you paid for your meal, and called up an uber. You decided to call Grayson one last time, he saving grace if you will. So he could explain himself, and you could crawl back into his arms, and cuddle the night away. But to your shock, once again. The .Boy. Didn’t . Answer. As your uber arrived as you sulked on the bench, you finally got the call. The call you’ve tried to reach the entire night. All you wanted to do was answer and let him explain himself. But you didn’t. You simply put your phone in your bag, and entered the car. The silent car ride, coming to an end after 35 minutes of angered thoughts. You arrived, at the house. The house you and Grayson shared. The happy memories entered your mind. Honestly wondering if he even loved you any more. I mean he did. But did this even show you he loved you? No, no it didn’t. It showed you were at his bottom priorities. As you exited the car, paying the driver. You walked slowly down the gravel pathway that led to the house you shared. Remembering everything and anything adorable he’s done in the very pathway. Such as your first official date, he thought that the apologetic dinner wasn’t enough of a first date. So he decided to surprise you by well, a sidewalk dinner he cooked all by himself. You had to admit he made a mean speego. “Y/n get out of your thoughts remember what he did tonight he blew you off” you silently thought to yourself as you reached the door, unlocking it. As you opened the door, hoping Gray would be there waiting for you so he could grovel and plead for forgiveness, he wasn’t. Not a trace of him. Ultimately angry, you decided a bath was well deserved. Entering the bathroom, turning on a few candles, throwing in a bath bomb and preparing for ultimate ,relaxation. Which could work in Grayson’s favor as he might not get as much wrath as expected. Hah who am I kidding. I’m still mad this is just a nice distraction. As I enjoyed my bath for around 30 minutes I decided it was time to go to sleep. Tired of waiting around for Gray. Exiting the tub, drying off and beginning my night routine. It was now, finally time to end this shit day. Heading to bed, you firstly decided to check your phone. Nothing, all you’ve gotten is one missed call. What an asshole Jesus Christ. Soon laying down, to hopefully drift off into a peaceful slumber, well as peaceful as you could do. The word currently wasn’t even in my vocabulary if I’m being honest. We all know I was going to cry myself to sleep. After around 3 hours of being asleep, I’m awoken by a slam of the door, and the lights being turned on. Honestly upset to see Grayson, I mean who wouldn’t being stood up, by what they presumed to be the love of their life. “Y/n wake up, I’m sorry, I promise! I just got caught up in some work with Ethan.” He spoke softly. Waking me up to those soft spoken words, usually could have made me melt. Not tonight Grayson Dolan, not tonight. “Grayson what do you mean work? It was our anniversary!” You yelled as you sat up, looking at the tall boy in front of you. “What do you mean? It’s my job you know it comes first. Fans come first y/n.” He said as he mimicked your loud tone. “Grayson what do you mean, do I not even matter to you, what happened did you fucking fall out of love with me. Did you even love me in the first place?” I yelled out once more instantly regretting letting my deep thoughts arising. I looked at him, waiting for an answer. “You think I don’t love you?” he replied with a hurt expression written all over his features. All of the sudden I’m pushed against the bed behind us. Him instantly removing my top, and bra in one swift motion. Attacking my neck in sloppy, hard kisses. That were sure to leave dark maroon marks in the morning to follow. As he continued on, causing me to moan ever so slightly, surprisingly causing him to let out a very slight one as well, from the pleasure he was inflicting on me. He kneeled down to the place I needed him most. Taking my panties off in a swift motion he went at it. Slowly tracing abc’s with his tongue. Maximizing any and all pleasure possible. As he continued on, moaning ever so slightly enjoying the effect he had on me. As I was a moaning mess. Just as I was reaching my breaking point. He towered above me, taking his boxers and sweats off in a swift motion. Anticipating for the pleasure. He slowly leaned down and softly whispered, “You don’t think I fucking love you? You think I don’t fucking love you y/n? Well know I fucking do and your fixing to see how much baby.” He growled into my ear as he slowly pushed in. Going slow at first letting me adjust to his size, making me call out his name instantly. “Do you still think I’m not totally in love with you y/n.” He moaned out as he thrusted in harder, which I thought was impossible. “Answer me y/n” he said, continuing to go harder and harder which each thrust, driving me insane. “Yes Grayson, I believe you!” I yelled out as he hit the right spot repeatedly. “Scream for me baby, show everyone how much you love me!” He groaned out into the crook of my neck. As soon as he said that, I lost it. Screaming his name over and over again as I neared my climax. “Come for me baby, I’m close too” He said as he kissed your lips sweetly. Soon climaxing, him following short after. His thrusts became sloppy as he soon pulled out after riding your highs out. “Hey I’m sorry about tonight, did that help. Even a little bit.” He said as he cuddled into your neck. “Yes it did, I love you. You are gonna have to make up for it tomorrow though.” You said placing your hand on his chest. “Hey y/n?” He asked. “Hmm?” You hummed in response.“you know that you mean more to me than my job, or anything for that matter right.” He stated seriously staring at me. “I know, I’m sorry about saying that.” I replied. Both exhausted, you fell asleep, tangled in each other. Not ever wanting to leave the blissful state you were in.


Ok so this was my first smut, ever! So i hope it wasn’t too cringe worthy!

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Under The Stars (M)

word count: 8k 

genre: smut + a tiny bit of fluff at the end; domestic AU 

pairing: reader/doyoung

summary: you’re forced to go to the equivalent of bible camp, out in the forest. unfortunately, you’re also forced to share a tent with a resident goody-two-shoes and you decide to have a little fun messing with him. turns out, it brings him to his limit and pushes him over the edge.

requested by: an anon who wanted a camping smut with doyoung from nct 127

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Originally posted by taeiljaeh

a/n: just a disclaimer that none of the religion talk was supposed to be rude or offensive, it was simply a them i chose so please don’t take anything said to heart. also i apologize if the characterization is off, doyoung is one of my lesser known members i’ve gotten to learn in nct so i tried my best ;;;;;

The weather was balmy, clammy even. It made your loose t-shirt stick to you in ways you could only verbalize as gross. Another heavy sigh left your mouth as you shrugged your duffle bag to your other shoulder, both of them already sore from the constant switching of the weight as you trudged along the trail.

Your mother made you go on this trip, a so-called “annual camping cleanse” that your local church would host to the local youth. The age limit was technically at 18 but the pastor more often than not let others go regardless of age, wanting whomever who wanted to experience the healing powers of nature come along. So long as they followed the rules.

They are as stated:

1.      Absolutely no intermingling between the males and females of the group inside tents

2.      Clean up after yourself, including campfires and dishes.

3.      Respect everyone

4.      Know what you’re there for: to learn the beauty God has graced onto this earth.

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Rescued -Avengers x Reader One shot

 * I hope this is what you wanted love !*
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    “3..2..1..FIGHT” the voice booms throughout the caged area, but is soon replaced with cheering. These sick fucks, don’t they have anything better to do ?   You look around the cage, seeing all the higher level agents screaming at you and the man in the cage .  This is how Hydra agents get their kicks now, betting on which experiment can take down the other.Of course the fighters  have the choice of refusing to fight, but the punishment for that is worse than the beating you’d get from the cage . So yes, not only is Hydra kidnapping & experimenting on innocent people, but they are pinning them against eachother on top of that . 

 You opponent lunges at you , his eyes switching from human to cat eyes, more specifically tiger eyes . Oh for fucks sake. You whimper out at the feeling of your wings appearing from your back.  You’ve been named Hydra Angel, their saving grace  . Not only can you sprout wings from your back, but you have slightly enhanced strength & quick healing also.  The man infront of you transfoms into a full tiger, moving to a pounce position, you fly yourself up, out of his reach as he makes his move.

Originally posted by neverlandpixy

He stops himself before he rams into the cage , growling as you hover above him. I don’t want to hurt him ,I never wanted to hurt anyone. You float down, throwing your arms up as the giant cat lunges at you . You use all your force to knock him against the cage, your heart breaks when you hear the force of him hitting the cage roughly .  He snaps back up , looking angry as ever.

“ I don’t want to hurt you , between the two of us we could break through the wire.” you say quietly, the only response you get his a feral growl .

“ Fine , be that way ,dick."   If hes going to be rude to my offer, then I’m not playing nice.  When he makes another move, you grab him , lifting him in the air as your wings bring you up  . Before you drop him ,the sound of gunshots ring through the arena. What the hell .You watch as the crowd of agents scatter,  you hear someone yell  "Avengers!"  . YES . this could be it, we could be free. You gently set down the tiger, who quickly switches his form .

” I’m sorry . “  he says,” Ive seen whats been done to the losers of these matches .“ 

” Its alright , but how about we try and get outta here?“ He agrees, shifting back into form to use his massive paws to tear at the wiring. You follow his lead, your hand makes contact first, a bolt of electricity shooting through you .

” Don’t!“ you warn him as you try to shake of the tingling. It should hurt a lot more than it did, thankfully your body seemed to absorb most of it . You take a deep breath, grabbing on the sparking wire and pulling with all your strength  . The cage broke , a decent size whole is created . You fall to the ground, your body still trembling.
” Go ! “ you yell at the man , he sends you a sad smile but hes out of sight the next minute.

You hear voices approaching, fear rolling through your veins at the thought of what the superiors are going to do to you .

 ” Guys I have someone down here . Get medical ready on the jet.“  Hes going to help me?

You recognize his uniform, the giant star  on his chest and  his shield giving away his identity. Captain freakin America, well ill be damned. 

Originally posted by punisherpage

” Ma'am, are you injured?“ his voice was soft, but stern . He kneels beside you , his eyes scanning you for damage, you can see his eyes widen when he sees the edge of your wings peaking out from behind you .

Originally posted by suzyhazelwood

” I’m just a little weak , I should be completely healed in a moment.“

” Uh-well -I-we- “  Hes cute when he stutters.

” Steve, we gotta go !“ A new voice sounds from behind him .

 Steve extends his hand to you , ” You ready to get the outta here?“

You smirk, slapping your hand into his, ” You bet your star spangled ass I am ,Captain.“


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