Patater Week Day 3

This is laaaaaate.  But it’s also like hella long so I feel like it’s justified.

Day 3: Fake Dating/Secret Relationship

“Kenneth, have you found a nice young man yet?”  Kent’s Grandmother squinted at the camera on his mom’s ipad.  “You know the Priest at church has a nephew and he’s quite good looking.  He’s a Kindergarten teacher, and I think you would just love him.  He even likes your hockey!  He teaches a team for children at the rec center on weekends.  I see him there when I have my water aerobics.”  She nodded.

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The Good Life // Spencer Reid

A/N: A commissioned piece I did for the lovely @sadhistoricblonde. I hope you like it!

Originally posted by cull3nblaze

Spencer Reid as a father was something the team had all been dying to see. They had seen glimpses of what it would be like whenever he was around Henry, but he was being the “cool” uncle at the time. Or at least that’s the way Henry, a kid obsessed with magic tricks, would describe him as.

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“We Hurt The Ones We Love” Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 2,330

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request: Could I request an imagine with Daryl placed at the prison when he left with Merle and the reader thinks she is alone now so she hooks up with Axel, but then Daryl comes back?

Warnings: Implied sex, angst, language, fluff

A/N: I wanted to add some fluff to it, so I gave it a happy ending (even though it wasn’t requested.) So, anon who requested this- you can just skip the end if you didn’t want fluff! :)

Originally posted by lifedeathandlovefromstankonia

You should’ve known this was coming.

The minute Merle showed up again, you should have expected this. You should have been preparing yourself for what you knew was to come. Merle was undoubtedly a bad influence on Daryl, and not a great brother, either. You had really hoped that Daryl would realize this. You convinced yourself that everything was going to be fine, that Daryl wouldn’t leave you. He loves you. You’ve been more of a family member, more caring and loving to Daryl than any of his actual family members had ever been.

“I’m goin’ with him.” Daryl told you, approaching you while you washed clothes.

“I’m sorry?” You’re not sure you heard him correctly.

“He’s my brother. I have to go with ‘em.”

“Daryl…” You get up from the water, wiping the sweat off your forehead. You go to walk closer to him, but he backs away.

“Y/N, no. I’m goin’ and that’s final. Don’t try and convince me not to.”

And that was it. He left without a second thought. It hurt, it really hurt. He was the only person you truly cared about at the prison, and he had let you know several times that you were the only person he cared about, too. He used to tell you that everything he does to help the group, everything he does to survive was for you. But that all seemed like lies now. He was gone.

You had first met when you showed up at Hershel’s farm one day. You had been on your own since the beginning of the outbreak, finding ways to survive. You were giving up, and if you hadn’t stumbled across the farm that day, you would have probably died of a mixture of starvation, dehydration, and exhaustion. You had walked onto the yard and passed out. When you woke up, you were in a room strapped to a bed, being questioned by Rick.

You apparently passed his tests, because he let you stay. Everyone was weary of you at first, but once they saw how good of a hunter you were, they grew accustomed to you. They had always joked about how you gave Daryl a run for his money. That’s actually how you two started to get close in the first place- you’d go hunting for food together.

Although you two were “together” long before you came to the prison, it became official once you arrived there. There had been a lot of sexual tension between the two of you, but of course he hadn’t ever made a move. He was too shy for that. So one night, while you were both on night watch, you finally confessed your feelings for him and you two slept together. It was the first time you’d said you loved each other, and he asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a night you’d never forget.

But not that any of this matters anymore, you think. Daryl left without a second thought. He didn’t think about what you would think, how you would feel. No, he just left you to leave with a man who hadn’t ever been a good brother to him in the first place. The guy had left Daryl at home to be beaten by his father, for God’s sake.

You’re pissed, and you feel utterly and completely alone. You had “friends”, sure. The entire group were your friends and you all cared about each other.  But this was different. Your heart was breaking in a way that friends couldn’t help.

You roll out of your bed, waking up for the day. You were supposed to help Beth out with Judith today, and you were sure that you had probably overslept. You quickly changed into your normal attire, jeans, a shirt, and boots, and you walked over to the “kitchen” to grab some breakfast. It was certainly not the breakfast you would have eaten before all of this, but you’re just happy to have food.

“Hey, Beth, how’s Judith this morning?” You head into the cell after you finish your small amount of food.

“She’s in a real good mood.” Beth smiled down at the baby, who was giggling and making bubbles with her mouth.

“Good, I love when she’s like this.” You reach down to pick her up. You’ve always wanted a kid of your own, but that was absolutely never going to happen now. You wouldn’t want to.

“Are you doing okay today?” Beth asked you. She knew you were having a hard time with everything, between Daryl leaving and the threat of the governor.

“I’m getting through it. I’ll be fine. He made his choice, can’t change it.” You shrug, trying to act like it doesn’t bother you.

“He made the wrong decision.” Beth sighs. “He was doing so good here. Everything was going good for him. I don’t get why he did this.”

“You and me both, sister.’

You spend most of the day in the cell with Judith and Beth, and by the time you leave, you’re exhausted. You love the little girl to death, but she certainly does scream a lot.

You’re walking back to your cell when you see Axel walking in from outside, and you stop to wave at him. He seemed like an ok guy- you didn’t exactly like the fact that he was a prisoner here, but he was proving himself to be an alright guy. Maybe a little desperate for some attention from a woman, but an ok guy.

“Hey, Axel.” You say nicely.

“Hey there, Y/N. What are you up to?” He walks over to you with a giant smile on his face. You realize that this was probably the first conversation you’d had with him.

“Just gonna go change out of these clothes, maybe walk around outside for a bit. Get some fresh air. You’re free to join me if you’d like.” You offer, being polite.

“I think I’ll take you up on that. I’ll wait for you outside.” He says.

You quickly change out of your clothes and into new ones, and you meet him just outside the cell block entrance. The air outside is warm and it feels really nice.

“So, was that guy your boyfriend? The one who left?” Axel asks you as you’re taking a walk.

“Yeah, you could say that.” You respond.

“That’s a damn shame. Don’t know why he’d ever leave you behind. You’re beautiful.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” You’re not sure how to respond. Is he seriously hitting on you?

“If I had a woman like you, I’d never let her out of my sights. You’re too good to let go of.”

You don’t know why you did it. You don’t know if it was because of how alone you felt, or if it was the compliments, or if you just wanted do it to get over Daryl. But you did it.

You slept with Axel.


“Y/N. Y/N!” You could feel someone shaking you, trying to get you to wake up.

“Go away.” You didn’t care who it was. You had a long night. After you made the huge mistake of hooking up with Axel, you went and got drunk as hell. You’d found a bottle of whiskey on a previous run and had kept it secret, only you knowing about it. You didn’t think you’d ever use it, but last night, you downed the entire bottle.

“Y/N, you need to wake up. He’s back.”

You shot your eyes open, seeing Carl standing above your bed, shaking you awake.

“Carl, whose back?” You ask. You’re surprised that you’re not more hungover.

“Daryl.” He looks excited. You shot out of bed, throwing the covers off of you. “But Merle’s with him.”

“Why?” You wanted to cry. Whether it was tears of joy or tears of happiness, you don’t know.

“I don’t know. They just got here. I think he’ll want to see you, though.”

You want to see him. Of course you want to see him- you’re in love with him. But your heart still hurts over what he did to you. You don’t know what that means for you guys- are you still together? Does he even want to see you?

“He asked about you as soon as he got back. He wanted to come wake you up, but Beth got real mad and told him to leave you alone.” Carl tells you.

“Well, thanks Carl.” You smile at him, and he takes this as his que to leave. Throwing on your shoes, you walk out of your cell. Daryl’s standing in the corner talking to Rick, but as soon as he notices you, he drops his conversation and comes running towards you.

“God, Y/N, I missed ya so much.” He brings you into a hug. You don’t hug him back, you just stand there frozen. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we talk?”

“Uh, sure.”

You take him back to your cell, and sit Daryl down on your bed. He looks at you worried, but you don’t care.

“Why did you leave?” Your voice comes out in a hushed whisper.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I thought I was doin’ the right thing.”

“Leaving me was the right thing?” Tears were forming in your eyes. “Do you know how much you hurt me? How many nights I spent crying myself to sleep? You told me how much you loved me, and then you just up and left. Daryl, you hurt me so much. I felt so alone.”

“Y/N,” Daryl whispers as you start to cry now. He pulls you into a hug, and you’re sitting there snuggled into his chest, crying, while he rubs your back. “I aint never doing anything like that again. I’m so sorry. I love ya.”

“Don’t ever leave me again. Not even if you think you’re doing the right thing.”

“I won’t. That’s a promise.” He kisses your head.

The guilt of sleeping with Axel starts to sink in. You didn’t think Daryl would ever be coming back, and you were desperate for something to distract you from your thoughts. But now Daryl is back, and you’re left feeling guilty.

“Daryl, I have to tell you something.”


“I slept with Axel.”

You can feel his body go rigid, and he looks down at you. He slowly pushes you off of him, and he’s looking at you, his face full of hurt.

“Ya did what?”

“I was sad, you were gone, and he was there. That’s not an excuse, I know, but please know that I didn’t do it to hurt you. I didn’t think you were ever coming back and I was heartbroken.”

“Please tell me you’re lyin’. That you’re just sayin’ that to hurt me.”


“I’m gone for a few fuckin’ days and you fuck another man? Are you kiddin’?”

“It wasn’t like that-“

“Just, leave me alone.”

Daryl got up and left you sitting on the bed alone. You got up to follow him out, and you saw him storm outside. You run after him, but there’s no use. He’s already gone.


He hadn’t spoken to you all day. He had been MIA since this morning, so when you asked Rick where he went, Rick said he went out on a run. This upset you, but he’d be home eventually. You need him to come home.

You’re by the fences, taking patrol. It was almost dark out, and Daryl still wasn’t back. You were just about to become worried when you see his motorcycle pulling up to the fences. You breathe a sigh of relief, a weight coming off your chest.

He parks his motorcycle next to you, and he motions for you to get on. You hesitate, but eventually get on back and grab ahold of him. He drives off away from the prison, and you hold on to him tightly. Riding on the motorcycle sometimes freaked you out.

He pulls over and stops the motorcycle in front of a house. The house was relatively small and looked like it had already been ransacked through.

“What are we doing here?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer you, just grabs your hand and leads you into the house. The inside of it was pretty nice and most of the furniture was still in place. It looked like it used to be a really nice house. He takes you into the bedroom, and he sits the two of you on the bed.

“I did some thinkin’ today.” Daryl starts. “And I aint mad at you. It was dumb for me to be mad in the first place. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. We both made mistakes.”

“While I was goin’ through this house today, I found somethin’.” He pulls a shiny, diamond ring out from underneath the pillow. “And when I saw it, I thought, shit. I want to marry this girl.”

Your heart begins to race. Was this really happening?

“So, Y/N. What do you say? Wanna be my wife?”

“Yes.” You say quickly. The both of you smile, and he places the ring on your ring finger. It was a bit big, but it didn’t matter. You were married now- well, as married as you can get during the apocalypse.

“I love ya, Mrs. Dixon.” He kisses you, bringing you close to him.

“I love you, too.”

“And promise me you’ll never talk to Axel again.” He says, making you laugh.

“I promise.”

Like, a second wave of Leda Clones; Cosima in her red coat, Helena in her refund jacket, Sarah in her DYAD scrubs or in her 4x07 crop top and jeans, Alison in her ‘Vote Alison Hendrix’ gear (including megaphone), another Rachel but with her cane.
But then, a new batch of secondary characters; Delphine in her lab gear, Scotty in his, Hell Wizard with a baseball cap on backwards, S. with a shotgun, Art with a police badge, Kira with her monkey.
And hey, maybe BETH! or KRYSTAL! or MK!
Why are we being denied this!?!

You got knocked the f*ck out!

So, this is an imagine I wrote for my friends challenge!
@yellowtheremarvelfan celebrates 600 followers and I was happy to join!

Being said, there is not much information about this imagine, so enjoy it!

Words: 1321

Ever since the world went to shit, I had two constants in my life.
Shane and Daryl.
Since my brother apparently  didn’t survive his gun shot wound I only had them after THAT night.
The night, where the dead didn’t stay dead and became alive again.
Or something like that.

Anyways, Shane took care of me and my nephew Carl, as well as for his mom, Lori.
Shortly after that we met Carol and her family, as well as some other people.
Including Daryl and Merle Dixon.
Daryl Dixon.

Grumpy. Silent. Big Heart and mostly, undeniable hot.
But that’s just it.
The two of us never really got a chance to get to know each other better and now, settled in at the prison, I don’t want to make things any more awkward.

That was then and now I am busy otherwise.

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Lollipop Man

This was a long time coming for @bloodstained-porcelain-doll‘s challenge. I apologise it’s so late and it may not be exactly what you wanted but… here it is! The quote is in bold and there’s a gif below the cut!

Warnings: unbeta’d, cliff hanger, almost smut, fluff
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Beth (OC), an angel…
Word Count: 1,022
Description: A drunken night out with a friend makes everyone happy. Though that quickly disappears when they meet back up the following day.

“Get up.” The gruff voice demanded. I buried further under the comforter and held the pillow tight to my head.
“YN.” Dean sounded again as the comforter was ripped from me, leaving me to suffer in the cool air of the bunker. My knees pulled into my chest as a reaction, my feet rubbing against each other for warmth.
“What did I ever do to you?” I grumbled, pulling the pillow from my head and trying to cover my half naked body with it.
“You woke me up at three-thirty this morning.”
“I remember you were happy to see me then.” There was silence, I thought he’d gone. I peeked an eye open, a tall block of muscle was standing at the foot of my bed, his hazel eyes raking over my bare skin before they met my gaze. He dragged a hand through his hair as he approached the side of the bed causing me to give a slight wiggle of my hips.
“Get up.” He said again, his hand came cracking down on my bare ass, the slap bouncing off the walls. It stung, the red from last night was still raw and hurt, and by the look on his face, he knew it.
“Owww.” I whined, pulling the pillow tighter to my body and closing my eyes again.
I felt the bed dip, but the pounding headache was a reminder not to open my eyes again.

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The Patterns all zigzagy

A few things to remember before we get in to this -Scene zooms in on Beth; Our Mother has been absent. Zooms in on Daryl; Ever since we founded Rome Daryl smiling; but there’s gonna be a party when the Wolf comes home. -Fun fact: The original Alexandria in Egypt was founded by Alexander the Great, who was sent by Rome on conquests. It was also known as the Roman province of Egypt and was a major trade city especially with Rome. Sounds to me like Mr Pimple knew what he was doing when he picked that song! It’s basically saying she will be absent ever since they founded Alexandria. It’s only now at the end of season 7 we see Rick in charge of Alexandria and ready to fight for and create this trading city and alliance with the other communities, without being under Negan’s rule. -Another fun fact, we all remember Daryl in the funeral home saying “those pigs feet there’re mine” well in ancient Egypt pigs and pigs feet we’re symbolic for a great Mother. While up the wolves is playing it’s no coincidence how they timed the words with each shot. They are screaming she will be absent right in our faces, absent physically and we now know absent from anyone even saying her name. So… The only way they can remind us of her is with call backs to her story and the episode Alone tells us that story and how to track when she’s close in detail. -Added extra - Beth; “Hey I know it’s been awhile, I’m gonna be honest, I forgot about you.” (It has been awhile Beth and the general audience and even some Beth fans are starting to forget about you) and yes she is talking about her diary here but really her diary is her! Alone: 4:13 I want to show you how Alone is the blueprint (all Beth episodes have lots of clues too, but alone is a biggie) for what is going to happen to Bob, Maggie and Sasha, and Beth and Daryl. How Beth being GONE for years (our time anyway) was the plan all along. It has been there the whole time right in front of us but it’s only now after season 7 that it all makes sense and fits together. (As Bob says later on in this episode “I only know because I’m seeing it now”) I’m gonna walk you through this scene by scene to show you that this episode is a zigzag pattern (just as Beth said) between the two groups that is interconnected, and how one groups story was foretold to come to an end at the end of season 7, while that will be the marker for the other groups story to start playing again. So… Get comfortable because this is long… Here. We. Go.

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|Daryl Dixon imagine|

“Mornin’ Y/N.” Rick said as I walked past him, I smiled at him and greeted him a ‘good morning’. I was heading to Hershel’s house to see if Lori needed any help with breakfast. As I approached the door I felt a pair of strong arms wrap round my waist and pull me back. “Mornin’ babe.” A husky voice whispered in my ear. Daryl. 

He kissed my neck and turned me round to face him. “Well good mornin’ Daryl.” I smiled kissing his lips, I felt him smirk into the kiss. “Right now let me go I have to help Lori with breakfast.” I said pretending to be annoyed and pushed him away, Daryl chuckled and headed over to his tent; winking at me on the way. I entered Hershel’s house and said 'hello’ to Maggie and Beth. “Hey Lori do you need any help with breakfast?” I asked. Lori shook her head no. “Shane has been looking for you by the way Y/N. He said meet him at the target practice in the woods.” She said. 

I knotted my eyebrows in confusion, Shane and I have never gotten along, he creeps me out so much because he always just stares at me with something in his eyes but I don’t know what. Daryl had told me to stay well away from Shane because he didn’t trust him at all. I ended up nodding at Lori and walking out towards the woods. 

“Shane?” I said as I saw him practicing shooting. He turned around and nodded at me. “Thought you could get some practice in.” He said bluntly handing me the gun and looking me up and down. I ignored him and then began aiming until Shane put his hand on my arm from behind me making me shiver. “Hold your arm up higher and spread your legs more.” He said kicking my legs more apart. I began getting more nervous by his present. 

He moved both of his arms in front of me, helping me get in the right shooting position. I felt his breath on my neck which made me feel sick. “Nervous girl?” Shane chuckled sickly. I stood up tall and confident, aimed the gun and shot it; hitting the bullet right on the mark. “No.” I replied bluntly dropping the gun on the floor. 

Shane roughly grabbed my wrists and shoved me hard against the tree. A disgusting smirk plastered across his face. 

“You better get the fuck off me before I scream.” I threatened trying to fight him off me, he placed his big hand round my mouth stopping me from talking, I tried kicking him but he grabbed my neck and shoved me on the floor then sat on top of me. “And if you scream princess i’ll destroy tha’ pretty mouth of yours.” He whispered in my ear. Shane began kissing my cheek all the way to my chest. His hand travelling up my top and latching onto my breast. 

I wriggled in an attempt to escape from his grip but he ended up slapping me hard across the face which I was sure would leave a bruise. “I fuckin’ told you girl.” He shouted. Shane started to undo his belt and my heart started pumping faster and faster. “Trust me, I bet i’ll fuck you better than your old boy Dixon.” He laughed making me cringe. Tears filled my eyes and endlessly spilled over. 

“Come on. Don’t cr—” He began but was cut off when a massive fist came colliding to his face. Shane went straight off me and onto the floor, I was quickly pulled up by Rick and Glenn as I saw Daryl beating the shit out of Shane. “Fuckin’ sick fuckin’ bastard! I’m gonna kill your fuckin’ ass for touchin’ ma girl!” Daryl shouted, I had never seen him so angry before in the past year I’ve known him and I presumed nor had Rick or Glenn as they were both shocked at his rage. Daryl continued to beat Shane but Rick decided to step in between them and hold Daryl back. 

“No you let me fuckin’ kill him Rick! He touched Y/N and I ain’t gonna let this fuckin’ asshole get away with it!” Daryl howled, his whole face red with pure anger pulsing through it and his fists in tight white knuckles. I put my hand over my mouth and began crying, Glenn hugged me and reassured everything was going to be okay. “Daryl stop! I will sort Shane out, you go to Y/N cos she needs you!” Rick shouted as he lead a blood faced Shane away. 

Daryl looked over at me and came rushing over as he engulfed me in a tight and embraceable hug. “I told you ta’ stay away from him Y/N.” Daryl whispered in my ear as he kissed my forehead. I felt a wet drop on my forehead, 'Was Daryl crying?’ I thought to myself. I looked up into his eyes to see they were tear filled, my own eyes filled with tears as I kissed his lips. “I’m so sorry, Daryl. It’s my faul-” I began. “No no Y/N don’t you dare say it was your fault baby. Shane is a sick fuckin’ man and he will pay for wha’ he was gonna do to you babe, I promise.” Daryl said, his voice on the edge of anger as he stroked my bruise cheek from Shane’s slap earlier. Daryl let out a low growl. 

I wrapped my arms tightly around Daryl’s neck again and hugged him like my life depended on it, his strong arms wrapping round my waist. “I ain’t lettin’ you outta my sight now. I love you baby girl.” Daryl whispered and kissed my neck. “I love you..” I said back. 

Harlem {Rory Flanagan X Reader}

prompt: based off the song Harlem by New Politics. Reader is Brittany S. Pierce’s sister and has a crush on Rory Flanagan.

Warnings: ??? poor writing?? idk.

Author’s Note: Hey Guys I’m Beth and i don’t really have an authors note at the moment. also look at the gif that i put! isn’t it cool? enjoy the story! :)

Your name: submit What is this?

I spend my money on irregular miracles.

“I want a box of Lucky Charms, but only the marshmallows.” smiled Brittany, your sister. She was talking to the new Irish Kid, Rory Flanagan.

 Without hesitation, he obliged. Brittany kissed him on the cheek and walked away. it was obvious how much he liked her. he was pretending to be a leprechaun for her to talk to him. The moment he moved in with you and your family, she was all he cared for.

He wouldn’t ever notice that 1) she was a lesbian and 2) you were head over heels for him.

“Hey (y/n)” smiled Rory, making his way over to you.

“hey Lucky Charms.” (that was your nickname for him) “Speaking of, how the hell do you plan on doing that?”

“that’s actually why i came over here.”

oh, look at that, yet again, this conversation had gone, once again, to Brittany S. Pierce.

“I need your help. how much money are you willing to spend on cereal?”

Just like you, like me, like everybody else.

“(y/n)! I need to talk to you!”

here we go again.

“what do you want, Lucky?”

“i want to be like you.”

that was so close to the perfect sentence.

“why’s that, then?”

wait for it…

“because Brittany is into tough guys. i mean, you’re tough, right? no offence”

BOOM! There it is.

“why would you want to be like me, when you could be like everybody else?”

he looked down, like you would when you try to build up confidence.

“because i li…” he stopped himself. “because you’re my best friend!”

“Okay, I’ll help. but first, don’t you have a wish to grant, Rory the Leprechaun?”

“crap, yeah, i do. thanks again!” he called, running down the corridoor.

When it gets loud, i turn it up.

“(y/n), open up.”

“sorry, can’t hear you. Music’s too loud”

you turned it up louder.

“(y/n), please open up. i need to talk to you.”

this can’t be good. Rory just went to confess his love to Brittany, and tell her he’s not really a leprechaun.

you killed the music and opened the door. there stood Rory, his eyes all red and puffy.

“Rory, have you been crying?”

“yes. i mean, Brittany’s a lesbian, so that rules out being with her. and she knows i’m not a leprechaun, so she hates me for lying. what do i do now? i really like her. i mean, she’s not as pretty as you or as talented as you or as smart as you and i’m never going to get a chance with either of you now because youre obviously too perfect to like someone like me and- did i say all of that out loud?”

you smiled. “yeah, you did.”

“(y/n) Pierce, will you be my girlfriend?”

“depends on how good of a kisser you are.”

and i think you know where that went.

Fresh Start - List of Mistakes

A/N: Fresh Start part 22. Mechanic!Dean x Single mom!Reader. This chapter wrapps up the angst for a while. So from here on out it will be mostly fluffy. Thanks to my awesome beta @thorne93.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Readers parents, Balthazar, Beth.

Warnings: Language. Angst. Mom is a bitch.

Wordcount: 2629

Originally posted by credencesbarebone

The week between Christmas and New Years was.. stressful. You had forgotten how high your shoulders got when your Mom was around. Dean had been a great distraction though, and Beth really enjoyed having her grandparents around, so you didn’t really mind sucking it up for a few days.

Up until today you had managed to keep them away from Dean, but tonight you were all having dinner at your house. Your parents, you and Beth, Balthazar who came home to celebrate New Year’s with you, and Dean. It had disaster written all over it.

Dean once again stood watching you. You were hurrying around, cleaning, setting the table and cooking. Beth was in her room making something for your parents and Balthazar was on the couch with a beer in his hand. Dean had offered to help, but you were so stressed out you had practically barked at him to leave you alone. He wished he could be more of a support for you, like Balthazar was. Dean kept reminding himself that the two of you had a long history and that Balthazar had been a huge support for you over the years, but he couldn’t help the little green monster inside of him. He wasn’t jealous because he thought there was something going on between the two of you, but rather because Balthazar seemed to know what to say and do to help you stay sane.

“You just have to give her a moment, Dean. She won’t let you help.” Balthazar’s voice sounded from the couch. “And just a tip, but you should get at least one beer in you before they get here.”

Dean’s brows furrowed, but he decided to take your brother in law’s advice and he hesitantly stepped into the kitchen to grab himself a drink.

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Not gonna lie as much as I’m loving this brief time off right now, I’m also hating it at the same time. I love being busy, keeps me occupied and makes me feel like I’m still relevant after all these years. But at the same time I love the lie ins and doing nothing. I’m basically a woman, I can’t make my mind up. So while I’m sat here debating what I should do with my weekend what is everyone else up too? Free coffee and donuts for anyone who entertains me.

anonymous asked:

Hey. All this emphasis on cobbler. Cobblers also make shoes. Maybe someone has been making shoes for the junkyard people, like the ones Boots was wearing, maybe someone creative? Just a weird random thought. But there's too much going on with shoes. Also, the scene with Richard watching C@rol seemed a little weird and pointless to me. Do you think maybe they're trying to push the idea of TF being watched from afar for a reason? First Boots, then Richard. I don't know, just seems like a Thing.

That’s an interesting connection. The second meaning of “cobbler” could have been why the writers focused in on that dessert. Since 4b, there has been a reoccurring image of shoes, from Carl and Spencer losing theirs, and now Boots. I believe that the shoe imagery was building up to Binoculars Bethfoot/Boots because she is the first appearance of Beth since season 5. As I’ve mentioned in the past, Tamiel acts as a decoy for the audience (X). Her costume is similar but not exact, and she also doesn’t have the important eyebrow scar.

(picture credit to @badassbethdixon)

With all of that in mind, I don’t think the Scavengers would make their own shoes. That’s a very specialized skill, which requires specific tools and materials. And the Scavengers’ motto is, “We take, we don’t bother.” They live off the Junkyard, nothing else. They couldn’t even be bothered to gather supplies from the boat.

In regards to the group being watched from afar, I noticed the same thing (X). In the seventh season, the show depicted Boots, Richard, and Dwight all in this way. Three is a pattern. Beth has been tracking her family for a long time and likely gathering information about their situation. (Remember the Dixon sign in 6x06?) She’s “been watching from afar” in a sense. Boots was never revealed on-camera, she’s the only shadowed figure gone unanswered for.

You can read more about Binoculars Bethfoot here: X.

Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 11

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

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Chapter Eleven: Jealousy

“Are you sure you don’t want to ride with us?” Sting asked, opening a door to his car. “There’s enough room.”

“I’m sure,” Natsu said, trying to hold himself together. He could already feel the acidic taste in the back of his throat from the thought of riding in a vehicle. “It’s only a few blocks away, I can walk.”

“Suit yourself,” Sting looked to Lucy. “What about you.”

Natsu was surprised when he heard Lucy say, “I’ll walk too.”

“You don’t have to,” the pink haired teen mumbled. She’d already done enough for him. He glanced down at his hand that was wrapped in her red ribbon. A surge of happiness filled his heart. Lucy cared about him, that was for sure. He didn’t know how deep her feelings ran, but he was hopeful that maybe, maybe he had a chance with her after all. He knew he would do whatever it took to make her happy if she gave him that chance.

“I want to,” the blonde said, her smile reaching her eyes. She didn’t mind walking, plus it would give her a chance to try to hatch her egg.

Natsu smiled, “thanks.” He was glad he’d have some company, and a little bit of alone time with her after all.

“We’ll meet you guys there,” Sting said, climbing in his car. Rogue was already in the passenger seat, with Yukino in the back. The car started up, and Natsu put a hand on his stomach as he heard it take off.

He really hated his motion sickness.

“So where are we going?” Lucy asked, walking towards where the car took off.

Natsu quickly caught up with her, his nausea subsiding as he tuned out the thoughts of vehicles. “Mermaid Heel. It’s a restaurant. Lots of kids hang out there after school.”

The blonde smiled. She was feeling pretty hungry, specifically craving something sweet after the long day at school. “Awesome.”

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