i really am oh my god :c

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2.“Can I buy you a drink?”

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The bar is crowded and Stiles asks himself, not for the first time, why is he still there. The drinks are fine and the music too, but he’s not in the mood for this kind of place. He’s been looking for a relationship not to just get laid, except that to Lydia that doesn’t mean anything.

Oh well, he drinks the rest of his beer and sighs. This is better than watching CSI reruns, at least.

“You look so lonely.” This guys says, leaning against the bar next to him. Stiles looks up and rolls his eyes. Nice kicks, kid.

“And you look underage.” Stiles says. “Go home before I call the cops.”

The guy all but runs to the exit and Stiles muffles a laugh, asks for another beer. Sneaking into bars are so much fun when you’re eighteen and everything is new.

He takes his phone out of his pocket to check the hour and realizes Lydia has texted him three times. ’Don’t be mad’, the first text says, followed by ’but I talked to a friend about you and he’s there’. Stiles rolls his eyes, he just can’t win with her. ‘BE NICE!!’ the last text says.

“Be nice.” Stiles mutters to himself and starts thinking about ordering something stronger than a beer. The last time Lydia tried to set him up, he spent three hours with a lawyer that couldn’t stop bragging about himself and when Stiles dumped him at the end of the night, the guy answered with 'Oh thank God, I didn’t wanna come but Lydia blackmailed me’.

They didn’t talk for a month after that.

So, yeah. Thanks but no thanks, Lydia. He’d much rather stay at the bar alone and pretending not to stare at the hot guy sitting on a table with two equally hot friends. Black hair, blue eyes, leather jacket. Hell, Stiles might be looking for a relationship, but he wouldn’t say no to a one-night stand with a guy like that. He’s only human.

Sighing, he looks at the waitress. “Whiskey, please.” She smirks understandingly and sets the glass in front of him. Plan B, then. Let’s get drunk. He takes the glass and turns to sneak another glance at the hot guy, shakes his head when he realizes the guy is not there anymore.

Plan C. Let’s get really drunk.

“You don’t like this place, huh?” Someone says. Stiles turns around, prepared to send the guy back to his place, and finds himself staring right into hot guy’s eyes. Hot guy’s green eyes, not blue.

Even better. He swallows the whiskey and shrugs. “Am I that obvious?”

Hot guy smiles. “You haven’t got up since you got here.”

Stiles blinks, feels his heart pounding. “You’ve been watching me?”

Hot guy’s smile falters and he ducks his head, the tip of his ears going pink. Oh my God, Stiles thinks. How is he even real? “Well, yeah.” He answers and swallows visibly. “You looked interesting.”

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Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 4

a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me

oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)

characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER

warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])


Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous.
Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time.
As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.

my precious angel,

here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm

there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me

- J

I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah)

The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.

Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.

“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.

“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.

“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”

“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”

“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”

“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”

“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”

“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.

First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.

Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.

The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the  pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress. 

Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen. 

“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.

“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”

“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.

The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.

One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.

“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there. 

“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”

“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.

“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?” 

“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.

“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response. 

“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear: 

“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”

“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.

“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”

“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.

“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?” 

“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”

“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”

“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”

“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”

“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”

“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad. 

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”

“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”

“No, J.”

“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?

There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.

J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.

“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.

The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.

J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.

“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed. 

He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly.  His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another. 

“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him. 

“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms. 

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper. 

“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.

“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.

“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane. 

Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.

“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his. 

His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered. 


a/n: oHMYGOD LETS ALL SIN TOGETHER SHALL WE

Numinous [Stop 2]

Summary: (Roadtrip!Au) In which you and the one person you hate get stuck together while venturing across the country in search of change.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst!

A/N: …heyo. it’s been like a month, but i’ve been so tired and so busy and it’s been so long since i’ve had the inspiration to write, but i did it anyway, so have this mess of a chapter. thank you for the birthday wishes, guys! it honestly made me so happy

Originally posted by existentialmalaises

“Hey FRIDAY, could you tell him that I’m here?” 

“I’m afraid he isn’t here, Miss [Y/N].”

“What do you mean?” your voice was surprised. “Has he gone to the gym or something?”

“He left on the quinjet today morning with Captain Rogers, miss.” You uncomfortably adjusting the bag slung across your shoulder.

“Is he coming back today? Is it a day mission?” You were incredibly confused. 

Checking the date on your phone, and after going through your messages again, you deduced that you were at the right location at the right time.

So why hadn’t he told you he was going?

You even told him you were leaving only by that afternoon, having to finish up some work. That left him plenty of time to inform you.

“I am not allowed to disclose that information, unfortunately.”

“Could you call him for me, FRIDAY?”  you asked, walking to your usual guest room to drop off your bag.

“Yes, of course,” she said, and immediately the room was filled with the dial tone as it rung.

Until it stopped, as no one picked up. That was strange. He always picked up his calls.

“Could you try again, FRIDAY?” Tiredly rubbing your eyes after the near five hour journey, you changed into something more comfortable. You were only there for that weekend, having no plans other than catching up with the team and your best friend. 

Nobody picked up the second time either, leading you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion,

“Should I try again, miss?”

“It’s okay, FRIDAY… I’ll just try a little later.”

The only reason you woke up was due to the heat of the sun falling onto your exposed face, making you groan. You squirmed away from the disturbance, letting out a squeak when you almost fell off the bed.

It was silent, a contrast to the usual flurry of alarms that forced you awake. It was tempting to just lay there for a couple of more hours and forget everything that ever happened, but as yesterday returned to your memory, you shot upright, looking around for him.

There were no sheets strewn on the ground, no pillows haphazardly fallen about.

He was gone.

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The Best Days of My Life (1/3)

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You got your dream student exchange place in Great Britain. When you get there you meet a handsome brunette. It feels like something straight out of a fairy tale until your student exchange reaches its end

Word count: 1682

A/N: There are three parts in this story and I’ll be posting one per day. I would like to warn you that it gets a bit sad at the end! This first part is pure fluff though. 

I would really appreciate constructive criticism. So, if you think of something that I could do better let me know! I hope you guys like it!

Y/F/D : Your favorite drink

Y/C : Your country

Part 2   Part 3


When you got the news that you were going to spend your six-month student exchange in London, Great Britain you couldn’t believe it. You had always dreamt of visiting London and now you were going to study there for six months! Twenty-four weeks! You were so excited. Immediately you started looking for places to stay and started planning what you wanted to do and see when you got there.

TIMESKIP

“This is it” you said to yourself when your plane finally landed to Heathrow. Your whole body was shaking like crazy. You got your luggage and exited the airport. The fresh London air finally caught your face. You looked at everyone running around in a hurry. Saw the cabs that looked really weird for you. “This is really happening” you thought “I’m really in London” you said aloud and got a few weird looks from people passing you. But you didn’t care about them. This was one of the happiest days in your life. After standing outside of the airport for at least 5 minutes you took a cab and went to your new apartment.

Your apartment was small but it’s not like you were going to spend all your time there. You were going to get everything out of this experience. You weren’t going to waste your six months watching Netflix alone in your apartment. You unpacked most of your things but you couldn’t wait any longer. You had to go explore your new city.

You walked around the streets of London admiring everything you saw. You loved the architecture and the people there. You even loved the rainy weather there. It was all so new to you and you couldn’t hate anything in there.

After walking for hours, you noticed that it was getting rather late. It was a Friday night and you weren’t going to spend your first night in London sitting alone at home. You saw a nice-looking pub near your place and decided to go in for a drink. When you got in you stopped for a minute taking in the whole place and everyone in there. You loved listening to the people there talking excitedly in their beautiful accents. You walked to the bar with the biggest smile. You were going to be so happy in this city. 

You greeted the bartender and explored the menu. “Could I get a Y/F/D please um thank you” you ordered and the guy behind the bar started making your drink. “Are you on a holiday here in London?” he asked and you shook your head for a ‘no’. “No, I’m an exchange student from Y/C. This is my first night here actually” you replied with a smile. “Oh, really? I hope you’ll enjoy your time here” the bartender said and handed your drink to you. You thanked him for the drink and paid for it. “I know I will” you said with the biggest smile and turned around to find a seat. 

You found the perfect seat and started making your way there when you crashed to someone and fell to the floor. “Oh god, I am so sorry. Shit! So sorry, I didn’t see you there” the stranger started panicking and you saw them reach out their hand for you. You looked up and your eyes met the cutest guy that you had ever met. “Guys definitely don’t look like that back at home” you thought. He had the kindest and most handsome face that you had ever met. His brunette curly hair suited his face perfectly. And God those eyes. You were speechless. You took his hand and he helped you get back up. 

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The Best Kind of Warmth

You’re really tiny but your crush is tall and it’s really cold one day at school. He gives you his jacket and you refuse, but he insists. You just walk around school covered in your crush’s scent all day long. Thank you so much ❤️

- @graciethebooknerdpjohoolove​

I hope this is kind of like what you wanted, and I hope that you have an amazing birthday (and that something like this happens).

Lots of Love xx

P.S. It felt so good to write again!

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Your POV

Waking up this morning, I snuggled up to my sheets and braced myself for the rush of cold I was about to endure. I muster up all the strength I can and push the sheets off me, exposing my previously-warm body to the chill of my bedroom. Stepping out of bed didn’t help either, as my feet made me wonder whether it was possible to get hypothermia that fast.

After a few seconds, I finally managed to get myself out of my room to take a nice, warm shower. However, I was hit with another wave of icy-cold air upon stepping out onto the floor mat. I managed to wrap myself in my towel long enough to make the next two minutes of getting dressed seem bearable, quickly put my makeup on, perfect my messy bun and head out of the house.

Three minutes in to my usual walk to school, it dawns on me that of all of the days I need it, I’ve left my jumper at home. Usually I would quickly run back home and get it, but today I’m already running late enough and I don’t want to miss my first class of the day - English.

I almost miss the final set of lights before I arrive at school, but a quick attempt at a sprint has me getting into the front gates a few minutes before the first bell goes.

By the time I get to the English classroom, I’m cooling off from the sweat that accumulated from my rushed journey to school, and discover that the exertion has warmed me up. Content with this realisation, I take my usual seat and get out the homework I had rushed late last night.

I really must work on my procrastination, but every time I tell myself to get the work done early, I end up finding some hilarious YouTube video and get trapped in that black hole for a couple of hours. Before I even realise what’s happened, it’s dark outside and I have two hours to get all of my homework done - or face the wrath of my teachers bad sides.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when I feel someone bump into me.

“Oh, sorry Y/N.”

It’s Y/C/N. God, that smile could make flowers grow.

“Don’t even worry about it.” I smile back, hoping that he can’t see the blush forming on my cheeks just because he looked at me. Ugh, the things that boy does to me.

He takes his regular seat a few seats away from me and I try my hardest to not let my jaw-dropping peripheral view distract me from what I’m sure is key content for the upcoming exams.

An hour and a half and ten pages of notes later, I’m exposed yet again to the harsh winter breeze that seems to be eternal. Just as my body realises where I am and my temperature plummets, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

Spinning around, I am met with none other than the Greek God-like face that belongs to Y/C/N.

“Hey, you look like you’re freezing,” he observes. His eyes scanning the goose bumps on my forearms. “Would you by any chance….”

I look up at him from the ground - where my eyes had been glued ever since I realised that his eyes were scanning my body.

“…like to borrow my jacket?” He asks, looking nervous and hell. I almost want to laugh because of the relief his being nervous gives me. It’s nice to see that even Greek Gods get nervous sometimes.

“Umm,” I begin, completely unsure of what the right answer is. “It’s okay, I wouldn’t want you to have to tolerate this cold. Especially since you were smart enough to actually bring something to keep you warm.”

“I insist.” He states, much more confidently I might add. “Pretty girls shouldn’t have to deal with the cold anyway.”

I blush. This time not minding so much since it’s already kind of increasing the warmth on my face.

He puts his books down and takes off his jacket. I try not to faint from the hint of abs I see under his shirt as he does so.

He then holds out the jacket, and I take this opportunity to put my books down as well. I turn back around and guide my arms through the sleeves. Grateful, I thank him one more time, to which he responds. “Anytime, it looks better on you anyway.”

I blush once more, thinking about how much of a workout my cheeks are getting from this surreal encounter.

He grabs his books, and as he turns to leave says, “I hope to see you around.”

I nod and once he’s out of earshot, I whisper, “Me too.”

The warmth of his jacket, and the hint of his scent that comes with it are enough to keep a beaming smile on my face for the rest of the day, and I can’t help but think that wearing his jacket feels so right.

the walking dead starters ( season 7 episode 1.)

( also known as the meme that will destroy your soul. or as the meme where 98% is negan quotes.!!! SPOILER ALERT !!! IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED FIRST EP OF SEASON 7 YET !!!

  • “ what? was the joke that bad?”
  • “ i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ what? i didn’t quite catch that. you’re gonna have to speak up.”
  • “ not today. not tomorrow… but i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ well, we can just turn these people inside out, won’t we? i mean, the one’s that are left.”
  • “ let’s go for a ride.”
  • “ wow, what a piece of shit!”
  • “ ‘i’m gonna kill you’ - are you kiddin’ me?”
  • “ did you see what just happened, what i just did?”
  • “ your best chance is to stand up, grab that ax, and drive it through the back of my head.”
  • “ keep actin’ tough.”
  • “ go ahead. grab the damn ax.”
  • “ drop it.”
  • “ don’t make me get up again.”
  • “ well, look at that. dawn is breakin’. it’s a brand-new day.”
  • “ i want you to think about what could’ve happened. think about what happened. and think about what can still happen.”
  • “ that remind you of anybody you know?”
  • “ you are mine.”
  • “ let’s be friends.”
  • “ no. doesn’t work like that, ___. not anymore.”
  • “ think about what happened.”
  • “ i simply cannot decide.”
  • “ i got an idea. eenie… meenie… miney….”
  • “ you can breathe. you can blink. you can cry. hell, you’re all gonna be doin’ that.”
  • “ oh! look at that! taking it like a CHAMP!”
  • “ suck. my. nuts.”
  • “ did you hear that?”
  • “ oh, my goodness! look at this!”
  • “ sweetheart, lay your eyes on this.”
  • “ oh damn… were you– were you together?”
  • “ that sucks.”
  • “ you should know, there was a reason for all this.”
  • “ he just took one, or six or seven for the team!”
  • “ so take a damn look.”
  • “ take a damn look!”
  • “ that? oh, my! that. that is a no-no.”
  • “ that whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here.”
  • “ do you want me to do it?”
  • “ no, you don’t kill them… not until you try a little.”
  • “ that’s not how it works.”
  • “ now, i already told you, first one’s free, then – what’d i say?”
  • “ i said i would shut that shit down! no exceptions.”
  • “ now, i don’t know what kind of lying assholes you’ve been dealing with, but i’m a man of my word.”
  • “ first impressions are important.”
  • “ i need you to know me.”
  • “ buddy, you still there?”
  • “ i just don’t know. it seems like you’re trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit!”
  • “ -and it is gross as shit!”
  • “ oh… oh, hell, i can see this is hard on you.”
  • “ i am sorry. i truly am. but i did say it; no exceptions!”
  • “ you bunch of pussies. i’m just gettin’ started.”
  • “ she is a vampire bat.”
  • “ people died, ___. it’s what happened. doesn’t mean the rest of ’em have to.”
  • “ i thought you were the guy, ___. maybe you’re not.”
  • “ we’ll give it one more go. now i really want you to try this time.”
  • “ last chance.”
  • “ clock is ticking, ___! think about what could still happen.”
  • “ we’re here, prick.”
  • “ this must be hard for you, right?”
  • “ i mean, you have been king shit for so long.”
  • “ that is some screwed up shit!”
  • “ you were in charge. hell, you were probably addicted to it.”
  • “ you can still lead a nice, productive life, producing for me.”
  • “ i think you’re gonna need it. i just got a feelin’. so take it.”
  • “ speak when you’re spoken to!”
  • “ the way that you looked at me, i wanted to change that.”
  • “ i wanted you to understand. but you’re still looking at me the same damn way.”
  • “ do i give you another chance?”
  • “ and here it is, the grand-prize game.”
  • “ what you do next will decide whether you crap day becomes everyone’s last crap day, or just another crap day.”
  • “ you a south-paw?”
  • “ am i a what?”
  • “ that hurt? should. it’s supposed to.”
  • “ get down on the ground. spread them wings!”
  • “ you got a pen?”
  • “ sorry, kid.”
  • “ please, please. please don’t.”
  • “ please don’t.”
  • “ me? i ain’t doin’ shit.”
  • “ now, i know- i know, you’re gonna have to process that for a second. still though, i’m gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die.”
  • “ i’m gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it.”
  • “ you- you don’t have to do this.”
  • “ now, i know this is a screwed-up thing to ask.”
  • “ it can- it can- it can be me. it can be me. y-you can do it to me.”
  • “ i c- i can go with- with you.”
  • “ no. this is the only way.”
  • “ not making a decision is a BIG decision.”
  • “ you really want to see all these people die? you will. you will see every. ugly. thing.”
  • “ oh, my god. are you gonna make me count?”
  • “ okay, you win. i am counting. three!”
  • “ please! please! it can be me! please!”
  • “ please, don’t do- ah… ahhh!”
  • “ just do it.”
  • “ you answer to me. you provide for me. you belong to me. right?”
  • “ that is the look i wanted to see.”
  • “ we did it. all of us, together. even the dead guys on the ground. hell, they get the spirit award, for sure!”
  • “ today was a productive damn day!”
  • “ now, i hope, for all your sake, that you get it now… that you understand how things work.”
  • “ things have changed.”
  • “ whatever you had going for you, that is over now.”
  • “ he’s got guts. not a little bitch like someone i know.”
  • “ i like him. he’s mine now.”
  • “ but you still wanna try something, i will cut pieces off of… hell’s his name?”
  • “ wow, that actually sounds right.”
  • “ i will cut pieces off of ___ and put them on your doorstep - or better yet,  i will bring ___ to you and have you do it for me.”
  • “ welcome to a brand-new beginning, you sorry shits!”
  • “ you need to sit down.”
  • “ you need to go get ready. to fight them.”
  • “ we would die, all of us.”
  • “ go home. take everybody with you. i can get there by myself.”
  • “ you can barely stand up.”
  • “ you were out– out here for me.”
  • “ i can make it now, i need you to go back, i can’t have you out here.”
  • “ we’re not letting you go, okay?”
  • “ it’s not gonna happen.”
  • “ i’m not giving you a choice.”
  • “ i need to do this, please.”
  • “ i got it.”
  • “ pl- pl- please let us.”
  • “ he- he’s out family t- he’s our family, too.”

*rolls around quietly on Isabela, Merrill and Anders feelings*

I just

Merrill is so good and she has such a good heart?

And she wants so desperately to save this one relic of what the Dalish used to be

And she’s willing to take her own risks and pay her own prices and she knows damn well what she’s gotten herself into

And she tries so hard and just can’t predict how the others will react. 

And she makes mistakes because of it and she still believes in second chances and in people and she’s so kind to Anders and Fenris even when they’re awful to her, because she believes in them and she knows what they’ve come through.

And so much has gone wrong for her but she still sees the beauty in everything.

And Isabela! Isabela who believes in freedom and has been through so much. Isabela who closes off, trying to protect herself, because she’s seen what happens when you don’t

Isabela who knows who she is and who embraces her mistakes and who fucks and drinks and fights and will not fucking be shamed for any of it (and shouldn’t be) and who believes in finding your own way and making your own decisions

(And who is goddamn hilarious too like oh my god, I have so much fun with her and my purple Hawkes. Like I don’t rival b/c it comes off as like super judgey of her choices to me and I am not about that but there are some definite lines with really unclear summaries that have caused reloads and while it can’t be in my canon b/c it gets like ridic amounts of rivalry I can’t stop fucking laughing at “I always knew you had a heart of gold. We just have to dig it out and sell it.” Because I mean, she does have a heart of gold, she really does, she is good and she is kind and she’s had to do some terrible things to survive for which I do not judge her but she hasn’t let any of it steal away that good heart)

And she’s slow to love and slow to trust for good reasons but goddammit if you stand by her she will stand the fuck by you in the end. She can’t help it, not even when she knows this book in her arms could buy her freedom

(And her interactions with Merrill oh my god. Literally the only Companion I can think of who I have never once wanted to smack upside the head over at least one potential line about Merrill and just. ‘Because you have a good heart and you deserve better’ and she treats Merrill like a fucking adult, because she is, and she’s the only fucking one to walk up Sundermount with you and Merrill in the end and ask “Are you sure?” but support her no matter what.)

And Anders. Anders. I mean we all know how much I love him but I just.

Anders the runaway, Anders the rebel, Anders the symbol of revolution. 

Anders in Awakening the ‘not nearly as selfish as he likes to think’, seizing his chance at freedom again and again but when you let him go he comes back to fight darkspawn with you, no matter the risk. Who speaks up if you decide to burn Amaranthine, who plays at cowardice and self preservation and hides his pain with bad jokes and who knows how fragile his position is and how few people get to run away as many times as he has, who knows from a fucking year in that cell with no one but a cat what they have already done to him. 

Who banters with Justice about the impossibility of more rebellion than this. Who comes to wonder if he really can do something, who sees that the Templars will never stop coming after him, who is so fucking angry at what has been done, to him and to Circle mages everywhere.

Anders who sets up a Clinic in Darktown, who loses the man he thought he could run away with, who is bright and bitter and jagged at the edges, who is mentally ill in unpretty ways and who I don’t always agree with but goddammit who burns with passion and belief and love brighter than any sun and who does not has not will never submit.

And I love them all so fucking much.

BULMA: wait wait I haven’t understand well..
GOKU: ooooh, come on Bulma! It’s easy!
B: yeah I know, but how can you possibly think that it can happen, and even go right!?
VEGETA: it’s not so stupid, if you think well…
CHICHI: yes I’m in too
B: are you crazy? You really want to do this??
G: ,it’s simple Bulma! You two (B & C) are the key for the plan. I explain again: if we have to stop freezer, and now, we need someone who can distract the guards and someone who can go in all their archives, it’s obviously that we need you! Come on!
B: yeah but they’ll find that we are not saiyan! We have no tail and I’m not a black haired!
G: we can fix this things, for the tails you can build them-
V: and you can change colour.
B: sorry?? I don’t want to change my beautiful colour!
V: well… if you don’t want ok… but I always think that black will suits you really good…
Bulma blushed.
C: that face means yes!
B: …
G: so?
Vegeta was starting at her, she asked herself if it was the right choice.
B: I don’t know.. and if they’ll find out who I really am?
V: don’t worry, I’ll be always by your side
Bulma blushed again.
B: ok. I’m in.
G: OH GOD YES!!!
They party that night, knowing that it could be the last time that they were doing it.
Source: find it on pinterest

ask-godoflife-hobi  asked:

ringa ling! oh my you are such a handsome being! i could absolutely see how you have a "jin harem" — oh, is kim seokjin your name? well, pleasure to meet your acquaintance, kim seokjin! i have jung hoseok, the god of life! it may sound weird, but i really am one! i happen to have a friend of mine with the same name as yours, yet, he is the god of beauty! perhaps, he is your patron? oh well, enough blabbering. hobi has to go! have a flower, my dear! your art is heavenly! 🌷🌷

Jin: Also it’s a pleasure to meet you too! You’re a god??? And a guy with the same name as me is a god of beauty? Wow there’s a whole ‘nother world out there huh

anonymous asked:

anon with the scars on her legs is back again! i wore shorts and some jerk asked me "did you do that to yourself? oh my god, go get help" and it was funny to see his face change when i told him no and i was proud to have them. everyone was really supportive! thanks morty! (and person behind his beautiful blog)

I’m SO proud of you, I’m so glad! And I mean, even if you did do it to yourself that’s not an okay reaction, you know, what a jerk!  But speaking up and letting people know your story is AMAZING, I know it c-can be SUPER hard, and I am so glad you created dialogue and that people were accepting!! They’re beautiful, and they’re part of you, and NO one can take that survival and beauty from you!!

anonymous asked:

Who else do you two play Uno together with?

Whoever is willing and in the vicinity.

GO FISH!!!! I SCORE A TRY!!!!

I don’t think, um-

wes playing UNO, not U!! stupide fish!!!!

Can it, fluffybutt, it was a joke!!!!

I thought it was hilarious.

See!! Chara gets me!!

fittings! it’s a PAIRUV FOOLZ!!!

Oh my god, shut up!!!

Hey, you okay, Asriel?

Oh, uh, ahahaaa of course! 

It was just…very loud. A loud joke, I mean. 

I’m just not really used to so many people.

Neither am I. But do not worry. They are safe people.

Sorry, volume control isn’t my forte!!! But I’ll try to tone it down, just for you.

It’s REALLY LIBERATING, though. 

Wanna give it a try? Come on, SCREAM YOUR HEART OUT!!!!!

Um. Oh, golly, OK. I’ll give it a shot.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Hey, don’t leave me out!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

NGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!

TOO MANY SHOUTINGS!!!!!

W-what’s going on up here?

WE’RE SCREAMING!!!!!!

Oh!

C-can I join in?

Absolutely.

G-great!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

{PART 1} Being on a reality T.V show with GOT7 & BTS

Pairing: Jaebum x You (featuring members of GOT7 and BTS)

Rating: Fluff/Drama/PG

Summary: You are the leader of a very popular idol girl group. You are taking part in Koreas version of “Big Brother” where you will live with GOT7 and BTS for three months. You start to get close to Jaebum, GOT7′s leader. What will happen?

FAIR WARNING: This was the very first scenario/piece of writing that I uploaded to my blog in Feb 2016. It sucks. You’ve been warned.

{PART 1} {PART 2}

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“I don’t see why we should have to do this, it’s so troublesome!”

After arriving at your companies building this morning, the 5 of you were called into your manager’s office.
“I know it seems like it’s going to be a huge inconvenience, but you should at least give it a try now that you are able to participate in more variety shows! Don’t you think so, Y/N?”

Since you were the leader of your group, SUGARCREAM, most decisions were always left for you to decide. Usually, this was a good thing in your opinion, but in this case…
“Um, well…I’m not so sure to be honest…3 months living with 3 other groups sounds like it could be a heavy task.”

Your group SUGARCREAM had just finished making your second comeback, and this year your manager has scheduled a lot of variety shows and other activities such as solo tracks and appearances. At first, you all thought it was a great idea; being able to have less jam packed schedule.

“What’s the show called again?” asked your member, best friend and trustworthy advisor, Hyemi.
“Idol Big Brother!” your manager exclaimed a little too over excitedly.
You inwardly groaned at this.

Since you were currently the only western idol in Korea to be from a non Asian country, you knew exactly what “Big Brother” was. A stupid T.V/Reality show where all different kinds of people were made to live together for a certain period of time, and each week, the general public would be able to “vote” for a person whom they didn’t like out of the house. The show also included many group tasks and secret, hidden and personal tasks for certain contestants. At the end of the show, there would just be 3 people left. 3rd place, runner up, and the winner.

“What do you say girls? Hmm? Come on! At least give it a chance. You never know, it could be fun!”

“I think it could be an interesting experience~!” your groups youngest, Eunyoung whisper-shouted, looking at you with hopeful eyes. She was so impressionable sometimes.

“I suppose we could give it a try” said Sunhi, the lead rapper of your group. Sunhi was always an optimist, always trying to see the “good” in the “bad”.

Your other group member, Mina, who was currently more interested her phone just nodded and agreed with the other members.

You let out a deep, long sigh.
“Ugh….okay. You girls are going to be the death of me, you know that right?”
They all smiled in unison as you began to go through a LOT of paper work with your manager.


Over the next few weeks, you all began to prepare to move into the “house” that you would be calling home for the next 3 months. None of you knew who the other groups were going to be, as everyone involved was made to sign a contract stating that they wouldn’t talk about their involvement in the show until after the show was finished airing. This was just to keep things a secret and more interesting for the public. Many rumours had started to sweep the internet, with lots of eager fans impatiently waiting for the idols to be revealed.
It was finally do day.

The ride to the “house” wasn’t long at all and only took around 25 minutes (including traffic) to get there in your groups big black Land Rover with tinted windows.
Once you had arrived, each of you stepped out with your luggage and took a good look at your surroundings. The building itself was nothing special to look at from the outside, it basically just looked like a normal, grey factory building, with large wire fences surrounding the perimeter.

“It looks like a damn prison” Hyemi chuckled as she linked her arm around yours.

“You alright?” she asked, observing the obvious look of sheer terror on your face.

“My stomachs tied in knots” you said quietly as to not let the other girls hear the anxiety in your voice. But you could always show your true feelings to Hyemi. You really didn’t want to be here at this point. It was unfamiliar and strange.

“Oh come on (Y/N)!” Sunhi bellowed as she nearly knocked into you with her suitcase. “Cheer up! We’re all together. Think of it like a small holiday, but we just have to….. to share it with lots of other people!”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better, you dork” you playfully punched Sunhi’s arm while she dramatically faked falling to the ground.

“I’m just pissed that we can’t have our phones on us in there. If I had of known that, I would never have signed up for this” Mina grumbled as she walked to your side.

“Actually, they did tell us that we wouldn’t be able to use our phones, but I think you were too busy playing on your phone to notice…” said Eunyoung most sincerely.
The 5 of you burst out laughing. “Come on then!” you said as you linked arms with Mina and Hyemi, the other 2 girls following suit. “Let’s get this party started then, shall we ladies?” A group of handlers and set helpers met you at the entrance door around the back and proceeded to assist the 5 of you with your luggage.


You and your group were instructed that before you get to meet the 3 other groups, you each would have a small 5-10 minute interview. You were forewarned that some of these questions may seem very personal and invasive, and if you weren’t okay with the nature of the question, it was alright to request for it to be cut from the tape. “Pfft, what kind of show are they running here?” you thought to yourself as you were getting all mic-d up and instruction after instruction being delivered to you all.

It was finally time. Since you were the leader, you had your interview first.
Interviews never really bothered you too much. Usually, it was the same questions about being a westerner in Korea, you ability to speak multiple languages, the fact that you were actually an amazing singer and dancer was also talked about quite a lot. So you weren’t feeling too uncomfortable about anything. Yet…
“Alright Miss (Y/N), please come this way” a tall young woman smiled at you as she lead you through a door saying “Diary Room”.
“This room is where ‘Big Brother’ will interview you!” she said as she ushered you to sit down in a big, beautiful, luxurious red chair with gold trimmings on the side. The room itself was painted black, and quite small in size, but not small enough to make you feel uncomfortable. It was just the chair and a large camera places a few feet away from it.

She pointed to the camera “Meet Big Brother! He’s not actually a real person of course, but it ties into the concept of the show. Throughout your time here, you and the other contestants will be called into this room and you will be asked questions about the other members and your feelings, and you vent them to Big Brother, you know?” she asked smiling gleefully at you.
Of course, you already knew all of this having watched show many times when you still lived back home, but you nodded and told her you understood anyway.

“Okay! That’s you ready then. Once I leave the room, Big Brother will instruct you from there!” she noticed that you looked a little scared and uneasy. “Don’t worry, we’ll be watching the entire time, you’re not really alone Miss (Y/N)” she smiled warmly and it made you feel a lot less anxious.
She turned on her heal, and closed the door.

Silence


For around 10 long and painful seconds, you were completely engulfed by dead silence.

Next thing you knew, a green light appeared on the camera directly in front of you, and an unknown males voice began to speak.

“Hello (Y/N). This is Big Brother, it’s nice to meet you.”

You hesitated for a second, wondering if you should answer the strange voice.
“Uh…Hi…um…yeah, it’s nice to meet you too….Big Brother…” you cringed ever so slightly.

“Don’t be scared (Y/N) . Just talk to me as if I were your actual big brother or a close friend. So, let’s begin shall we?”

You sat up a little and started folding out the nonexistent creases in your pants. “Uh, sure. Let’s get started”.

“Excellent! So, what makes this important is the information you give to us here may be used to show the other contestants in the house, as well as the public viewers. If you are ever called to The Diary Room for a challenge in the future, you could be given a challenge to do involving another person in the house, in which case, you will view their video also. Understand?”

You swallowed hard. It was a little embarrassing to say the least, but what could you do?

“Yeah, I understand” you replied ever so formally.
“Alright Miss (Y/N) . So, if you could just state your name, age, where you’re from, and just a few details about you to begin with.”

You took a deep breath in and out, and began.

“Uhhhh hello, my name is (Y/N) and I am the leader of SUGARCREAM. I’m 20 years old and I’m from (Y/C). I’m 164cm and my favourite food is ramen….uhhh…my native language is English, but I can also speak Korean, Japanese, Mandarin and Spanish. I love learning languages a lot and it helps me to communicate better with people. Thank you”

“Oh god that was painful and cheesy” you thought to yourself.


“Okay perfect (Y/N) ! Now, one more question. Could you describe your ideal type?”

“Typical, they’re jumping straight into this? Just fucking typical”


You smiled, and began slowly. “Ah, well, I don’t really have an ideal type because, well…actually I’ve never had a boyfriend nor have I ever even been kissed properly…but I guess that my ideal type is a guy who is funny, caring and has a beautiful smile~”

Sadly, this was true. You had never ever been kissed. Not because you were ugly or anything like that, you were a very beautiful and charming girl, and you had lots of chances in the past. But you were always busy with your career, practice, group, studies…you never had time to be a normal teenager and do normal teenage activities.

“Okay (Y/N) , thank you very much. It was nice getting to know you. Please exit through the door on your left into The Big Brother House. The other groups are already settled in, so please go and do your best!”

You nodded and got up off the chair. As you put your hand on the door, your heart started to beat faster and faster. The moment of truth had come. Who were you going to be spending the next 3 months with?

You opened the door to a brightly lit room and you were met by 19 other faces you recognized immediately.

14 boys, 7 of which belonging to GOT7, the other 7 belonging to BTS stood clapping and smiling at you.

5 other girls in another girl group called M!RROR also doing the same thing.

“Things are about to get very interesting”  you thought to yourself, and you put a smile on your face and closed the door behind you.

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That’s the end of part 1! Let me know what you guys think. Part 2 will be added in a few days but I just wanted to see how this would fair out. Please don’t hesitate to request a scenario, reaction, or even just give me some criticism on this piece! I welcome it with open arms. Thank you~


Sara

anonymous asked:

A was on a unhealthy relationship with C and finds out C was cheating on them. Later, A meets B (C's lover) and realizes B is actually a good person and didn't know about A either

1. A:”Well originally I was going to make both your lives hell, but now that I know you’re in the same situation as me, well, wanna help me make Cs life hell?” 

B: “Nothing would make me happier.” 


2. B:”Sooooo.” 

A:”Sooo….” 

B:”So, were they as much a jerk to you as they were to me?”
A: “Oh my god. Yes. 


3. A:”Weirdly enough, it’s actually kind of a relief to know that they were  just an asshole in general, and not just to me.” 


4. A: “You know, I am actually kind of happy I found you.” 

B: “Really?”

A: “Yeah, it gave me a reason to finally get away from that A-hole, and I made a new friend in the process..”


5.A: “C now has two people actively trying to ruin his life.” 

B: “Oh, we’re going to destroy C. After all the stuff they put us through, it’s what they deserve.” 


I hope these work for you, and if you need anything else, don’t be afraid to let me know! 

still really want lesbian Love Square, just, yes please. Ladybug being like “stay safe, pretty girl” at Adrienne Agreste while internally SCREAMING at herself and Marinette fucking SWOONING every time Adrienne does another ad wearing some glitzed-to-fuck gown that she would a) kill to wear herself, b) kill to have designed, c) kill to get to take OFF her AHHHHH SHE DIDN’T MEAN TO THINK THAT PART OH GOD ALYA HEEEELP 

Alya’s like “omg my precious bb I have no idea why you think I am going to be any help here at ALL but ok let’s go talk to Rose and Juleka, THEY’LL know how to hit on girls” 

Rose and Juleka do not know how to hit on girls. Rose is politely confused as to why they think they would? (Juleka is silently dyyyyyyying) 

Alya: TO THE INTERNET 

literally everyone else: NOT THE INTERNET 

Alya: the internet was the wrong choice 

ALSO WHO HERE HAS FEELINGS ABOUT CHAT NOIR BEING DELIGHTED TO HAVE THE FREEDOM TO HIT ON GIRLS ALL SHE WANTS?? SHE WILL HIT ON LADYBUG. SHE WILL HIT ON MARINETTE FROM HER CLASS. SHE WOULD PROBABLY HIT ON ALYA TOO BUT NINO ALREADY EXPLAINED THE BRO CODE AND IT SEEMS IMPORTANT?? 

also if her father asks Nino is definitely her very supportive boyfriend with excellent grades and a promising future in the music industry who does not say “dude” every two words, okay, PLEASE NINO PLEASE GO ALONG WITH THIS FOR ME, SIS CODE ME HERE 

hello again! I wanted to tell you that I am planning on making little fan drawings of your blessing in disguise fic because i love it so much. but first i want to show you one piece first so you can see what it looks like! 

I just love your fic so dang much. It’s more sketchy than anything I’m not very good at digital art but I thought I’d give it a shot! I hope you like it, let me know if you do :) (also because I’m new at digital it takes me a while to make the drawings even if they are simple but I don’t really care I had so much fun making this one! I’d love to make many more)


ADJKAS;NDFLJ I AM L I V I N G. OH MY GOD. And no, shush, this is perfect! I love it!!! 

(this was drawn by @ging-ler​, by the way. i was so excited when i was posting it that i forgot it wouldn’t show who submitted it if it was reblogged i’m so sorry.)

You’re Negan’s daughter? // part 2

Words: 1911
Carl x reader
The walking dead

Part 1 / part 3 ./ part 4 / part 5

We are driving for a while before the RV stops. I give the man, ‘Eugene’ a sad look as he steps out. 
“princess you shouldn’t feel sorry for these people, they hurt daddy” he pouts trying to make me laugh but I just shake my head turning to my book. He sighs and goes to scold me presumably but there is a knock on the side of the RV. “don’t  come out unless I tell you too got it?” he sighs. I nod with a roll of my eyes. He steps out and I see him waltzing around. 

“pissing our pants yet?” he pauses. “boy do I have a feeling we’re getting close… yeah, gonna be pee-pee pants city here soon. Which one of you pricks is the leader?” he asks. 
“it’s this one” someone calls out. 
“Hi, you’re Rick, right? I’m Negan and I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also when I send my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool, Not cool, you have no idea how not cool that shit is but I think you’ll be up to speed shortly. yeah, you are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes. yes, you are. you see Rick whatever you do, no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order, the new world order is this and it’s really very simple, so even if your stupid which you very well may be you can understand/ you ready? here goes, pay attention.” he pauses to point the bat at Rick. He bends down closer to him. “give me your shit, or I will kill you. Today was career day, we invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now, you have shit you give it to me that is your job. Now I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow but swallow it, you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But, the word is out, you are not safe. Not even close. In fact you are pegged more pegged if you don’t do what I want and what I want is half your shit. And if that is too much you can make, fight or steal more and it will even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now, the more you fight back, the harder it will be. So if someone knocks on your door, you let us in, we own that door. You try to stop us and we will knock it down.You understand? What? No answer? You don’t really think that you are going to get through this without being punished now did you? I don’t want to kill you people, I want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me. You can’t do that if you’re dead, now can you. But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them, more than I am conformable with and for that you have got to pay.So now, I am going to beat the holy hell out of one of you. This, this is Lucille and she is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honour.” He finishes and walks to a ginger haired man. “huh, got to shave this shit” He walks over to a boy who I can’t see as he’s standing in front of him. 

“You have got one of our guns. You have got a lot of our guns. shit kid, lighten up at least cry a little.” he laughs. He then stands up and walks over to a woman with short hair, she is sweating and looks really ill. 

 “Jesus, you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now.” he says and someone immediately jumps up shouting ‘no’ “Get him back in line.Alright listen, don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First ones free, it’s an emotional moment, I get it. Sucks don’t it. The moment you realize you don’t know shit.” he talks to the  Rick again. 

“This is your kid ain’t it. This is definitely your kid.” he chuckles.
“stop this” Rick shouts back. 
“Do you not make me kill the little future serial killer, don’t make it easier on me. I have got to pick somebody. Everybody’ s at the table waiting for me to order.” he starts whistling and I look closer to the boy and gasp, it’s Carl. “I simply cannot decide. I got an idea. Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, catch a tiger by his toe, if he hollers, let him go, my mother told me to pick the very best one, and you are it. Anybody moves, anybody says anything cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry, hell you are all going to be doing that.” he says and then starts beating someone with Lucille. I jump up and run out of the RV screaming ‘no’, he doesn’t stop and Simon holds onto me as I fall to the floor not that far away from the line of people but I am facing them. 
“ohhhh, taking it like a champ.” My dad continues to beat the person and they are all crying. Even I was, this was an innocent person.

“y/n?” Carl whispers and I look at him pathetically. That catches my dad’s attention. 
“hey little serial killer, how do you know my daughter?” he asks pointing the bloody bat in his face. His eyes flicker to mine. 
“daughter” he mumbles. I sob. 
“I’m sorry” I cry out squirming against the person holding me in place. I tune everything out, he ends up beating another person to death and then taking Rick on a little joy ride. I focus again when he addresses Carl. 

“ Kid… Right here. Kid…now. “ Carl stand up. ”You a southpaw?”
“Am I a what?” Carl grits. 
“You a lefty?”
“No.”
“Good.” my dad puts a belt on his arm and my face drains of colour.
“That hurt?”
“No.”
“Should. It’s supposed to. All right. Get down on the ground, kid, next to Daddy. Spread them wings.” Carl lies down. “Simon… you got a pen? Yeah. Sorry, kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlock’s ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across the forearm.” he says with a pen in his mouth, he draws a straight line on Carls’ forearm, Carl glance at me and tears are streaming down my face. “There you go. Gives you a little leverage.” my dad cheers.
“Please. Please. Please don’t. Please don’t.” Rick stutters.
“Me?“ my dad chuckles. “I ain’t doing shit. Ahh. Rick, I want you to take your axe… cut your son’s left arm off, right on that line. Now, I know – I know. You’re gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I’m gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies, then the people back home die… and then you, eventually. I’m gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it.” he laughs but a woman interrupts him. 
"You – You don’t have to do this. We understand. We understand.” she stutters. 
“You understand. Yeah. I’m not sure that Rick does. I’m gonna need a clean cut right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed-up thing to ask, but it’s gonna have to be like a salami slice – nothing messy, clean, 45 degrees – give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor. The kid’ll be fine. Probably.” I let out a sob and my dad looks at me confused. “Rick… this needs to happen now – chop, chop – or I will crush the little fella’s skull myself.” he sighs.
“It can – It can – It can be me. It can be me. W-W-” Rick sniffles. “Y-You can do it to me. I c– I can go with – with you.” he stutters. 
“No. This is the only way. Rick… pick up the axe. Not making a decision is a big decision. You really want to see all these people die? You will. You will see every ugly thing.”Rick makes no movement. “Oh, my God. Are you gonna make me count? Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting. 3!”
“‭Please. Please. It can be me. Please!” Rick cries and gasps.
“2!” Negan yells. 
“Please, don’t do This is it. Aaah!” he continues to sob.
“1.” Negan says more calmly. Rick picks up the axe and holds carl’s hand.
“Dad… just do it. Just do it.” Carl whispers. Rick sobs bringing the axe up.
“No” I scream and thrash against Simon. “please, no, Carl” I sob hyperventilating in Simon’s hold, my dad sends me a death glare but I ignore him focusing on Carl, we stare into each others eyes as he accepts his fate. All of a sudden Negan bends down next to Rick. 
“ Rick.You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right? Speak when you’re spoken to! You answer to me. You provide for me.”Negan spits.
“Provide for you.” Rick exhales. 
“You belong to me, right?!” Negan yells. 
“Right.” Rick whimpers. 
“Right. That… is the look I wanted to see. We did it… all of us, together… even the dead guys on the ground. Hell, they get the spirit award, for sure.Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sake… that you get it now… that you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you… that is over now, load him up” he says to Dwight pointing at the redneck man. He starts talking again but I tune him out again sitting on the floor, on my knees, heaving and rocking back and forth. I reach out for Carls hand and he just stares at me. I notice the confused stares from the people in his group and from a lot of the saviours but ignore it. 

My dad finishes with everyone and yanks me up by my arm. I thrash against him but he drags me away. I stare at all the poor people and see them looking at me sadly through their mourning. I take one last glance at Carl before I’m pushed into a car. 

“now what the hell was that” my dad grits. 
“you killed them men” I huff. 
“that boy? Carl, how do you know him?” he seethes. 
“I met him in the woods” I sigh. He exhales loudly. 
“I told you to stop going out there alone.” he spits. I shrug my shoulders and look away, the drive ‘home’ is silent and when we reach the sanctuary I head straight to bed laying down.