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a tale of trees and espionage

okay story time:

my professor (lovely man, married to our TA, 5'2", about as intimidating as a muffin) is a dendrologist by trade, so he studies trees. it was about three hours into our social sciences course, last lecture before exams, everyone was frazzled and exhausted, so he told us about his most exciting/in-depth research to date to cheer us up.

(the few of us who actually showed up were like “ok sir im sure its fascinating” but in our minds we were totally like its trees what. is. exciting. about trees. You might be wondering the same thing - the acorns? the leaves? the roots? BUT NO. IMMA FUCKIN TELL YA.)

ANYWAY we settle in, he had a few pictures loaded up from his field work (we were chuckling at this point…. ‘hehehe field work’ i giggled to my frend. its trees.) and began to tell his tale. it’s long, imma warn you, but……. god. just read it.

theres an species of tree called the cucumber tree (Magnolia acuminata, if ya wanna get all Latin-y). its super endangered, in our region there’s only ~280 that are registered by the government, yadda yadda yadda. my prof thought that was tragic (i know) but also strange, because when he was writing his thesis about local trees years ago, he kept coming across cucumber trees in really random places. we’re talking like backyards, independently-owned nurseries, etc. WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE because, according to tree law (i know) it is very strictly protected by the government, and thus super “illegal to possess, transport, collect, buy or sell any part of a living or dead member of a listed species if it originates from wild sources.” essentially, the govt takes control over growing the trees and anyone who independently raises them is breaking the law (i know)

so he’d ask people “do you have a permit for these trees?” and they were like “uh no, it’s just a tree someone sold me, i think it looks nice, are you gonna arrest me?” so he’d be like “nah nah nah just tell me who sold it to you”

eventually, months/years later, someone did, and turns out it was like this underground sort-of illegal tree dealing club (i know). so my prof went, got a bit of funding from the government, who were getting pissed at independent cucumber tree numbers, and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTO THE GOOD SHIT I STG.

he infiltrates the tree trafficking organization. he buys a cucumber tree from an independent nursery, raises it for months, ensures he gets noticed by the traffickers, and then INFILTRATES it and convinces its leader to LET HIM JOIN. he has to pay like a steep entrance fee, which he does (and it blows my mind that the government of my country paid money to illegal tree dealers), but then he is given full access to records and maps because they think he’s one of them, not a SECRET AGENT.

now this part blows my mind because the tree lords don’t even have to try very hard to find cucumber trees because government agents MARK THE TREES AND DISTINCTLY TAG THEM SAYING THIS IS ENDANGERED DO NOT TOUCH. so, ya know…………. it’s a bit obvious. my prof hangs out with the members so much that he figures out their “hit spots”. these are where the trees are relatively secluded and unguarded. (he writes all this shit and numbers down for his research.)

BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH BECAUSE THE GOVT SAYS HES WASTING THEIR FUNDING IF HE DOESNT HAVE PROOF and they are willing to take LEGAL ACTION for misuse of funding (my prof doesn’t have the money nore time nor power to take them to court, which would also blow his cover). so my prof literally STAKES OUT a copse of cucumber trees at a recognized wildlife reserve for. DAYS. he camps there, and watches the trees, is about to give up, he’s going off an unreliable rumor from the traffickers that a harvester would be going there within the next week. finally, this guy comes and takes the cucumber tree seeds from the CLEARLY MARKED trees by the government, and my prof takes pictures (we are shown these pictures, most of us are speechless at this point). dozens of candid shots of a man my grandpa’s age with a grocery store bag, garden shears, and a ladder, clipping away the illegal seeds and then going on his merry fucking way.

so my prof has the proof, he’s been undercover for months now at this point, he writes up his report, gives it to the government who is like…….. “oh shit”, helps them draft up a new LESS COMPLETELY FUCKING OBVIOUS way of marking endangered trees (so that way non-tree-lovers wouldn’t damage them further, etc.), and then never returns to the tree traffickers. he’d given them a fake name, address, everything….. he disappears.

…there was a full minute of stunned silence from us students at this point, during which he grew more and more nervous (again, he’s a muffin) and all of us students are just like……. “whoa.” we asked him what happened to the remaining illegal cucumber trees & if he turned the tree dealers in to the government, and that is when he smiles a little bit and shows us the last few pictures. because here’s the kicker… he never turned the smugglers in. he burned all the data he collected, defied the government pressuring him to turn them in, and the only reason he’s not incarcerated is because his work is so prominent in certain circles now & universities love him, that there would be an uproar if he got arrested. he’s like a fucking anti-hero and then he tells us (i’ll never forget, it’s the most inspirational green-thumb thing in the world) “it may be 'illegal’, but those who risk their liberty to ~save the world~ should never be reprimanded, no matter what those in power say.”

we are all stunned. some of us are considering dendrology as a field we’d now be interested in pursuing. he clicks his slide one final time, before we leave our last lecture and, since he had an asthma attack (lil muffin) he didn’t attend our exam, so i never see him again…………

and there, on the slides, the last picture? THERE HE IS. in his own backyard. with his equally lovely TA wife. both grinning innocently, standing underneath a……. FUCKING. FULL GROWN. ILLEGAL. CUCUMBER TREE.

Zach Dempsey X Reader imagine

Warnings: Cursing, very slight sexual abuse 

~* Y/N’s Pov*~

 "Okay everyone, please remember to do the homework I assigned on page 416" 

 Chemistry was probably the worst class of the day. Not because I was bad at it, its just boring. So here i am sitting in the back of the class waiting for the bell to ring for lunch. Today my boyfriend and I were supposed to skip lunch to hang out. Zach and I always do this and honestly its so much fun. We could go to the park, which is where we go most of the time, or we go through some random drive thru and get food from there.

 While I was lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice that every one was already packed up. The bell finally rang and everyone went to lunch while i was still putting my things away. The teacher left and told me to turn off the lights on my way out. The room was empty but that quickly changed as Bryce Walker came in closing the door behind him which left me confused. I never liked Bryce he always seemed like an asshole.

 "Hey (Y/N)“ he said approaching me. 

 "The fuck do you want Bryce?" 

 "Ya know (Y/N), you’ve always had this attitude towards me and i think you might have a little crush” he answered. 

 " Its quite the opposite actually. Now excuse me but i gotta run" I said passing him and making my way to the door. 

 He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back before i could open the door. Before i knew it, I was trapped between his body and the wall and his lips were on mine. He was…making out with me? For some reason I thought this was gonna take a violent turn rather than him kissing me, but either way I didn’t like it. I pushed him off but he just put me back in the same position.

 "C'mon (Y/N), Zach doesn’t have to know. I mean i know you want me, what girl doesn’t?“ He said Now there were tears in my eyes. I was both afraid of what was gonna happen next and what Zach would think. 

 Before things went any further I tried pushing him again, this time he stumbled on my school bag that had fallen from me a few minutes back. He was now on the floor and i took this chance to get my bag and hurry out of the room. I walked outside the classroom and was instantly led to the cafeteria. 

 ~* Zach’s Pov*~

 I was sitting at a table with Justin, Alex, Montgomery, and a few other guys but i wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying. I was too busy looking from my phone to the door that (Y/N) usually enters the lunch room from. 

 "Yo Dempsey” i hear Justin yell I turn my attention to him and he continues talking to me. 

 "Who are you looking for dude?“ He asks 

 "Im just waiting for (Y/N) to hurry up and come, its been five minutes since lunch started and shes never really this late”

 "Bro its just five minutes chill" And just as he finished his sentence I saw (Y/N) walk into the cafeteria. My smile was quickly replaced with a worried expression when i saw that she was crying. We locked eyes for a moment but she looked away and started making her way out of the school. I then saw Bryce walk out from that same door and the thought finally hit me that he wasn’t with us at lunch either. I suddenly realized what probably happened and i honestly didn’t know what to do, I was torn between going after (Y/N) to comfort her or going to Bryce and beating the shit out of him. Before i knew it i was already standing in front of Bryce and yelling at him. We went back and forth. 

 "Oh calm down Dempsey, nothing even really happened" Bryce said with a stupid smirk on his face.

 "THATS FUCKING BULLSHIT BRYCE! I KNOW THE TYPE OF SHIT YOU PULL OFF, WALKER" 

 At this point Justin and Marcus were holding me back and telling me to stop, scared that i would say something about the tapes. They eventually let me go and i made my way outside looking for (Y/N). She couldn’t have gone that far, right? I got in my car and drove around campus until I found her on a bench near the tennis court. I got out and sat by her.

~*(Y/N)’s Pov*~ 

I saw Zach walking towards me but i didn’t look at him. He looked really mad which scared me. ‘Was he mad at me?’ I thought. Thats when he sat next to me and pulled me into a hug.

 "(Y/N) what exactly happened back there?“ He asked while pulling away sounding really worried.

 "I was just in class packing my things up when he walked in saying dumb shit then kissed me” I answered, still not looking at him.

 He then knelt in front of me putting his hands slightly rubbing my knees and trying to catch my gaze. 

 "Is that all that happened?“ I nodded

 ”(Y/N) are you sure? Cause i swear if that fuckass tries anything on you i will-“ 

"Thats all that happened Zach” i cut him off while smiling at him. 

 He smiled back, then stood up and made me stand up too. He led me to his car. 

 "You wanna just skip the rest of the school day?“ He asked "Cause im really not in the mood to see Bryce in the halls”. 

 "Yeah me neither, we should just get food and go back to my house" I answered. He pressed a quick kiss on my lips, turned on his car and we pulled out of school grounds.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm new to this app and I'm totally in love with the concept of your account! That being said, I need a lot of help when it comes to my novel/book/story whatever you'd like to call it. I'm wanting to write a typical teenager rom/com (because that's what I know best) but I can't for the life of me think of a plot or any character personalities. Any help getting me started would be MUCH appreciated! Thank you!

Okay, let’s think teenage rom-com. 

The first thing I would do if you’re stuck for ideas is to seek inspiration. Read and watch some of your favorite rom-coms, or some new ones, and see if anything lights a little flame. It could be a character, a plot piece, a trope- anything that gets your mind going. We write best when we’re writing something inspired, that came from the heart. It gives you a good place to start and then you can add characters, plot, etc and build your story from there.

I found some lists for movies on sites like imdb and contemporary YA novels on goodreads.

Another idea is to look at the commonalities in this genre. You can find lists at tv tropes.

Okay, let’s try to find some plots for you. 

1. Something I noticed when looking at the movie list is that several of the movies seem to be based off of other things, like Shakespeare’s plays, but re-told in a modern way. I think that’s a pretty cool idea.

2. Another way to get inspiration from pieces in your genre is to look for the commonalities and tropes, and then change them. You might be able to think of some common tropes in your genre that have always kind of bugged you. Here’s your change to address them in a better way.

3. You can also put a new and refreshing twist on an old trope. For example, the old love triangle trope. There are a million ways to do it in a way that is unexpected and fresh.

36 Plots Ideas

7 Tips for Writing Original Plots

7 Universal Plots

50 Creative YA Prompts

5 Overly Used Tropes and What to Write Instead

And now to try and figure out some character ideas. 

First, it’s the same deal as it was with the plot. Search for inspiration, subvert tropes, etc.  For example, inverting the “mean popular girl” trope. Maybe the girl who puts a lot of work into her appearance, has a lot of friends, and seems vapid is actually really sweet and smart in your work. That’s a more enjoyable and not so old and tired.

Also, try to keep in mind your characters’ traits. Here are my posts about starting your characters. (x)(x)

And now some more resources.

Character Generator 

100 Free Fictional Character Ideas

Archetypal Characters

The 12 Most Common Archetypes

A couple of things to note: 

1. When I say to look at previous works to find inspiration, I do mean find inspiration, not stealing, but I’m sure you smarties all know that ;)

2. Using tropes is fine, but I highly encourage creativity! Twist things around, be original! 

3. Because the genre was so vast and the question so general, I didn’t write prompts, but I hope this can put you in the direction of finding your own story. I’m more than happy to help with prompts once you’ve got some ideas going. :) I hope this helps invoke some ideas!

~Penemue

Provoke [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Hi, I just found your blog and I really liked your imagines that you have out so far! I was wondering if I could request a Rick x reader smut where the reader is young, 20 or so, and she and rick have a flirtationship going ever since they met on the way to terminus and rick is afraid to make a move and she is tired of him not doing anything so she decides to flirt with someone to make him jealous and he shows her who she belongs to. Sorry, I understand if this is too much to ask!

Here you go anon, enjoy! 🖤

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Warnings: SMUT, swearing, spanking, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Words: 1,950

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Tiny Dancer Part 2

“So what Ron? It’s just a picture.”

Betty scrubbed roughly at the pots and pans filling the tiny sink in their joint kitchen. Veronica had been trailing Betty all afternoon, desperate to know if Jughead had “slid into her dms”

“Just a picture? Just a picture?! Are you crazy? He called you his muse. Jughead “I lock myself in my room for hours on end” Jones posted a picture of YOU on his Instagram and he called you his muse. How can you not be freaking out right now?!“

Playfully flinging soap bubbles towards Veronica, the blonde ballerina just sighed.
"I don’t have time to get my hopes up Ronnie. Maybe you haven’t noticed but boys don’t like me. I’m like some kind of boy repellant. I know I’m intimidating and Ballet comes before anything else but it would be nice to have someone look at me with even the slightest bit of interest.”

Veronica nearly crawled over the four foot counter counter as she wrapped her arms around her best friend
“You’re beautiful B, and determined and funny and smart and you’re the most talented human I’ve ever met in my life. Any of those guys would be lucky to have you.” Betty smiled softly at Veronica when she pulled away.

“Thanks V”

Veronica waved a careless hand
“Back to the topic at hand. This boy is definitely interested. Archie told me he was stalking your Instagram alll night. He’s a photographer ya know. Don’t get me wrong he’s totally weird, like probably the weirdest guy I’ve ever met but you’re weird too, so honestly it might work.”

Faking indignation, Betty gasped and whacked Veronica square in the face with a dish towel.

“I’m not saying I’m not interested I’m just saying… I’m not making the first move. You know how busy I am, I’d hate to pull someone into that.”

Veronica grinned mischievously, throwing the dish towel back on the sink.
“ well than we’ll just have to have Jughead make the first move.”

Betty whipped back around, the fact that she could make even the most average moves look dainty and graceful always amazed Veronica.
“Don’t get involved. I don’t want you playing Cupid, that always ends up making things messy. I have to head out to the studio apparently madame Lavoux booked me out for three hours solo. Like a full show last night and 14 hour rehearsal on Thursday isn’t enoUgh.” Betty gripped her duffel and and hauled it over her shoulder, blowing a kiss to Veronica as she left the dorm room.

The raven haired princess pulled out her cellphone and hit the ALL too familiar number of her boyfriend.
“Oh Betty dear, you are making this far too easy…. Hi Archiekins, I’ve got a plan”
*****

Jughead groaned audibly as he glanced down at the choppy directions his so called best friend had sent him. He was supposed to be meeting Archie here at some building on the Juliard Campus, Veronica had a late rehearsal and Archie wanted to meet up with Jughead for dinner in the dining hall. Archie had a habit of swiping Veronica’s meal card and Juliard definitely had better options than NYU, Jughead never passed up a free meal. Today however Archie wanted to meet ina new building, one Jughead had never been, he’d already gotten lost four times when he finally found the building he was supposed to be at.

“Eddington Dance Hall” Jughead mumbled satisfied. Call him Sacajawea, navigating through this campus was nearly impossible. Walking the halls of the building, it was clear that these studios were closed, why the hell would Archie be in a closed building?

Then he heard it, the soft tempo of some beautifully haunting symphony. Following the music, the dark haired photographer found himself in the doorway of a studio, the dancer inside was most definitely not his red haired best friend, and her beautifully stretched legs were longer than Veronica by quite a bit, but there was something familiar about her, the way her body moved, the graceful tilt of her head, the blonde bun.. suddenly it dawned on him

Betty Cooper.

She was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her, dancing in the dull light of the studio, passion flowing through every step. Reaching down to his chest he thanked the lord that his camera was a permanent feature on his body, he never left the house without it and he now knew why. Bringing the lens up to his face he narrowed his eyes and got the perfect shot

*FLASH*

The blindingly bright light and click of the shutter had Betty stopping Abruptly, her body whipping towards the disruption as she scrambled for the remote to shut the music off.

Shit, he had forgotten to turn the flash off.

“I’m..Im.. so sorry.. I was just..”
The stuttering boy ran a hand through his messy dark waves, something like recognition flashed in Betty’s eyes.

“It’s.. it’s okay. You’re Jughead Jones right? I know you.. from Instagram.”

Jughead could feel the heavy blush building on his features. Would she be creeped out? God he looked like a stalker now..

“Listen, I’m sorry about that, I should’ve asked. I had no right to post your photo without asking, as for today i promise I’m not stalking you, my friend Archie… he told me to meet him here, I don’t know…”

Betty smiled softly, her dimples nearly sending Jughead to his knees

“It’s okay, I think we’ve both been played. I told Veronica not to get involved, but she’s kind of into playing matchmaker lately. She thinks you like me.. I know it’s silly”

Jughead felt his heart thudding in his chest, the tops of his ears burning red. Did he like her? He didn’t even know her. But there was something… something pulling him towards her. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and her talent was to be taken seriously, but it was something else.. a mutual.. darkness.

Betty noticed the way the handsome boy in front of her seemed to freeze, embarrassed and something else… caught out maybe. She allowed herself to entertain that idea for a moment.

Jughead couldn’t tear his eyes away from her crystal eyes, in a momentary burst of confidence he took a deep breath.

“Well Archie did promise me dinner, all that dancing you must have worked up an appetite. My treat? Well hit up the taco truck by Main Street.”

Jughead watched as the object of his affection chewed her lip hesitantly. Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

Betty finally nodded her head

“Ya know what? Tacos sound great. Let me go grab my bag I’ll be right back.”

Jughead watched as Betty practically leapt away.

Well than …maybe he would find out just what was behind the tutus and buns, and maybe she wouldn’t mind letting him fill his camera with pictures of her hauntingly beautiful eyes

anonymous asked:

Headcanons of the Rangers first road trip/travel!

Oh shit this is gonna be SO LONG 😂 Send in requests guys! 

  • They use Jason’s Mini van bc Jason is the mother of the group and no one else trusts each other with their car.
  • And Jason packs a shit tone of stuff. Because “you never know what you might need on the road.”
  • Zack shuffling through bags like “Jason do we really need all this crap?”
  • Billy being worried that they’ll forget something so he creates a list of all the essentials and continues to ask his boyfriend (Jason) to check through the bags.
  • Kim telling everyone to have their playlists ready but “if one of you plays some 70s hippy crap I will lose my shit.”
  • “Uh pretty sure it was the 60s Kim…”
  • Kim and Trini snuggling gayly with each other in the back under a blanket and Zack sitting there next to them like “if this is what the whole trips gonna be like I’m gonna need to have 500 pit stops to barf.”
  • Trini punching him for that comment.
  • “You really think Angel Grove can handle us being away this long?!”
  • Jason driving and Billy sitting in the front with the map.
  • Fighting over the aux cord but Billy being like “we could put my music on!” And Jason instantly snatching it off Zack to play his boyfriends music.

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Comatose-Chapter 15

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Logan Stares at you stunned. “Wha?” he mutters.

“Well, look at you. The almighty Wolverine at a loss for words?” you tease, trying to defuse the tension.

He grips you by the back of the neck, resting his forehead against yours. “Do you mean it?” he asks.

“Yeah, I do. I love you, Logan.” The answering smirk you receive has you rolling your eyes. “Alright, wolfy, let’s get going. Tony is going to be pissed we skipped out.”

Logan chuckles darkly as he pulls open the door, checking to make sure the coast is clear. It isn’t. “Barnes,” you hear him mutter.

Freezing at the name, you begin to panic. How long was he out there? How much had he heard?

“You two done?” comes the steel hard voice of Bucky.

Regret makes a momentary appearance when the pain reflected in his eyes claws at your insides. Fuck.

“Tony received intel and needs everyone in the meeting room in twenty.” His voice is emotionless. Winter Soldier mode saving him from further hurt.

“Bucky,” you whisper. His eyes seem to look into your soul.

“I don’t need explanations, (Y/N),” is his reply, his face hardening more. “You aren’t…mine,” he spits out.

Logan draws himself to his full height. “Listen bub, this ain’t none of your business, so fuck off before we go another round,” he grits out.

Placing a gentle hand on Logan’s forearm you address Bucky. “I’m sorry this is hurting you, James,” you say as gently as you can, his face softening slightly at the use of his first name. “But I told you what you and I had is over.”

He snorts out a laugh. “Ya might want to tell your body, baby girl. The way you responded ta me out there told a whole other story.” He smirks at you.

Logan snarls at the chocolate haired man. Taking a step forward, you stop the inevitable fight before it can begin.

“I’m trying here, Barnes, but I swear to all that is holy if you speak to me like that again I will stop playing nice!” Prodding him in the chest you continue. “This is on you. Us not being together is on you! Accept it! I am not going to melt into your arms because you said sorry! I am not going to come running back because you feel bad!” Tears make an unwanted appearance in your eyes. “I am with Logan!” You enunciate every word, trying to get it to sink into his thick skull. “You and I will never be together again. It is over!” you say as you push past him. “And another thing, keep your red headed bitch on a leash!” you spit, eyes turning red with anger. “I am done playing these stupid ass games with the both of you.” Turning on your heel, you stride away from both men, trying unsuccessfully to keep a lid on your flaring anger.

Muttering profanities under your breath, you ignore the wolf whistles filtering to you from various Avengers and X-men. You had, undoubtedly, been louder than you thought, and it had you groaning, stalking toward your bedroom, fists clenched at your sides.

“Sestra,” comes Wanda accented voice.

You stop and let out a sob, running to the red witch, and flinging your arms around her.

“I missed you, sestra,” she murmurs as she rocks you back and forth, not saying anything else as you break down in the middle of a hallway.

“They are men,” Wanda comments. “Men are often foolish and stupid.”

After you had finished crying, you had moved into your room. Wanda was currently sitting on the sink while you took a shower.

“They are going to have pissing contests until you leave,” she chuckles dryly. “That Logan though.. His mind is dark.”

You snort. “He’s been through a lot, but he’s still a good man.”

She smiles softly. “I did not say he was bad. I meant that he has so much pain in his past, it causes me pain to be near him.”

You nod in understanding as you reach for a towel. “I know, it’s a lot to take in when you are unaccustomed to it. Eventually it becomes background noise.” She regards you skeptically. You laugh out loud. “I promise, it was way worse a couple of years ago. He’s changed so much.”

She smiles widely at you. “You are in love with him,” she states matter of factly.

“Yes, yes I am,” you reply seriously before you and Wanda burst into a fit of giggles.

Ten minutes later, you are strolling toward the conference room, chatting animatedly with Wanda. Rounding the corner, you spot a sullen looking Bucky, and an absolutely murderous looking Logan. You snort out loud causing both men to regard you sheepishly. Moving toward Logan, you take a seat beside him, squeezing his hand, letting him know all is forgiven. The corners of his mouth lifts minutely, shoulders relaxing. You chance a look at Bucky who is scowling at the conference room table, and sigh. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

Tony claps his hands together, “Alright ladies and gents. We received intel about an hour ago. We have located the base where the op to take, (Y/N) and tin can is being run from.”

Logan chuckles briefly at Tony’s jab at Bucky. You nudge him hard in the ribs. “Don’t be a child!” you whisper angrily. He has the good grace to look slightly guilty.

“The base is heavily guarded. At least a hundred agents protect it, along with anti-aircraft weaponry and various other booby traps.” Tony gestures at Steve, who stands from his chair.

“The X-men will go in first. Storm will create cover, while (Y/N) disables the booby traps and weaponry.” You nod in understanding. “Logan, Colossus, myself and Bucky will engage in the front, while Tony, Sam and Vision take the sky.” He pauses to look each person in the eye. “Kitty will take Clint, Natasha, and Wanda through the back to disable whomever is inside and destroy the op specs.”

Dread fills you at the mention of Natasha. You don’t trust her to do this. You swallow down the panic in your throat, turning your attention back to Steve.

“Everybody understand?” he asks, receiving affirmative responses around the room. “Good. Everybody get some shut eye. We leave in twelve hours.” He dismisses you with a wave of his hand.

Logan pulls you from your seat, ushering you down the hallway to your bedroom, receiving a harsh glare from Bucky as he holds your hand possessively. You did not have a good feeling about this.

Tags: Here we are, last chapter of fluff before the shite hits the fan!

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from now on i just want rgb ignoring click for a solid 30 seconds after he arrives to be a Thing™ for no reason other than it PISSES CLICK OFF SO BAD

like ya boi Click doing his absolute darndest to be the scariest antagonist in TPoH and he catches up to rgb and hero and rgb just like… stops to tie his shoes. asks hero if he’s ever told her about trees. spends a good half minute just straitening his jacket/bowtie.

meanwhile click is standing 20 feet away with his gun cocked like TURN AROUND SO I CAN SHOOT YOU and RGB asks Hero if she thinks it looks like it might rain

anonymous asked:

imagine this: matt meets the voltron team and notices that keith's there. he then proceeds to unsubtly comment on WHAT A COINCIDENCE IT IS (it must be fated eh wink nudge) that here he is, the wonderboy that hung around shiro / that shiro occasionally (read: often) namedropped during their journey to kerberos.

oh i like this!! i mean, the kerberos crew were all crammed together on this tiny ship for–six months, i think pidge said? and that’s a long time, so of course you start swapping stories and stuff, and since shiro knows about katie we can infer the holts must have talked about her a lot. i mean, shes a genius who can build tech out of spare parts that works even better than the garrison’s presumably multi-billion dollar equipment, so you know they mustve had a lot to talk about. shiro seems familiar with her family, and pidge mentions how close matt and sam always were with their crews, and yet…she doesnt seem to know much about shiro?? 

so i really do think shiro isnt close with his family at all. He and keith are the only ones who never mention missing their families or earth. and i mean, keith is an orphan alien so it makes sense a lot of his backstory is mysterious, and we at least see his dad and the shack as some semblance of home. but shiro? we get nothing. i have to wonder whats going on with him, because after being gone a year and thought dead, i would think he’d miss his family even more. or at least ask about what they did for his funeral or something. with pidge at least, you’d think hed divulge something about missing his family after the mission too, since she knows what he’s going through. but he seems??? really private and distant about it?? he even seems to think of sam holt as more of a father figure than his own, since the advice he gives pidge comes from sam instead of his own father (and this is before he realizes who pidge is) 

even when he arrives back on earth, the only actual welcome home he gets is from keith, and in keith’s very own home no less. (theres also the fact that keith apparently has a change of clothes in shiro’s size waiting for him, which could imply that shiro either left them himself or keith stashed a dead man’s stuff away for a year just in case he magically showed up, but thats all so vague im gonna just leave it at that) but point is, i think shiro’s relationship with keith is the closest we see to him having any kind of home or family. (also, i think shiro’s homecoming at keith’s place kinda parallels when keith returns to the shack and his dad welcomes him back in bom. so i think the desert shack definitely equals home for keith, and by associating shiro with it the writers further establish that shiro very much does have a home with him)

so, anyway, in lieu of his family i could imagine shiro telling the holts all about keith. oh hes the greatest pilot we’ve ever seen, he broke all my records and you should see how good he is at close combat! kind of quiet and runs off on his own, but in the simulator he always puts his team first. A natural born leader who really cares about his crew. and shiro just like beams every time he talks about him, and by the time theyre past jupiter the holts are probably like if i have to hear one more word about keith kogane–   

oh also! you know how pidge has that photo of when matt left? i like to think matt had a copy too that he kept back on the ship. and how sad would it be if shiro had one of him and keith before takeoff that was either left on the shuttle or confiscated along with his suit and stuff by the galra  but anyway ya i like the idea that shiro’s told matt about keith! he might have heard of him at least, being that keith was the top cadet back when matt and shiro were still at the garrison

1999: Somebody Told Me

Request by anon: 1999. Dialogue: “No. It’s always been you Dean.”

Word Count: 1216

A/N: I’m not too sure about this one. I couldn’t really capture the feeling of this song. Mostly because I haven’t ever been able to figure out how this song makes me feel or what it’s really about. Online people say it’s about how hard it is to write songs when he has writers block (or something like that) but that just doesn’t really mesh with the words or the actual music and that might be why I like this song so much. I can listen to it over and over and still not know what is happening in my brain when I hear it. But lemme tell ya, it sure makes it hard to write.

Version en Español: Somebody Told Me

Song 1999: Somebody Told Me by The Killers


“What’s up with Dean?” You asked, biting off the end of a celery stick. “And when did we run out of good food? Shouldn’t this healthy, produce crap go first? I mean, it’s not full of preservatives like the good stuff is.”

Sam scoffed. “It’s good for you.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s good food,” you countered, searching the cupboards for some peanut butter. Anything to make this green water stick taste good. “Seriously, please tell me Dean went to the store for something edible.”

The silence that grew after your question made you suspicious. Putting your search on hold, you spun around and eyed the youngest Winchester who was looking too entranced by whatever was on his laptop screen. “Sam…”

“He went out.”

“For… food?”

Sam finally looked up and heaved a sigh when he saw that you weren’t going to give up. “On a hunt. Said he needed some alone time or whatever.”

That definitely wasn’t good. “Dean only needs time alone when he’s emotional. You’re telling me that you let an emotional Dean Winchester go on a hunt alone when his judgement isn’t always the best?”

“I, uh, yeah?” Sam scratched the back of his head, avoiding your eyes. “Look, Y/N. Dean can handle himself—“

“He nearly died on the last hunt. The only reason he’s still alive is because we had his back.” You stormed out of the kitchen and quickly packed a bag in your room. Sam followed, trying to calm you down and explain that Dean would be fine, but you refused to believe that.

It wasn’t that Dean was a bad hunter. Quite the opposite. He was an exceptional hunter. But lately he’d been off. He was avoiding everyone and sulking around. You barely saw him anymore, and you missed him. You used to spend every waking moment together.

“Where did he go, Sam?”

“He told me not to tell you.”

“But you get to know?” You hadn’t expected Sam to know where Dean went. You thought Dean would have just left without telling anyone. But apparently he’d told Sam. Which meant that he didn’t need time alone. He just needed time away from you.

Well, he wasn’t getting away from you that easy. “Samuel Ricardo Winchester—“

“Not my middle name.”

“—You will tell me where Dean went or so help me Chuck, I will torture the information out of you.”

*****

You pointed your car towards the hotel Sam said Dean had booked a room at, but then you saw the Impala parked at a diner, so you quickly changed your plans. Dean was not about to leave that diner without telling you exactly what was going on with him lately.

The bell above the door tinkled when you walked in, drawing the attention of a passing waitress. “Good morning! Booth or table?”

“Um,” you glanced around the room, searching for the familiar sandy hair. “I’m actually meeting someone.” Then you spotted him and nodded towards the booth he was in. “There he is!”

Walking over, you tried to plan out what you were going to say, but you couldn’t get very far. Once you made it past the initial greetings, you couldn’t even begin to guess how Dean would react. And you used to know him so well.

“Hey, stranger.” Your voice had Dean’s head snapping up to look at you in disbelief as you slid into the other side of the booth. “How’s the case going?”

“Good.” He grumbled, taking a bite of his breakfast. “You don’t have to be here.”

“No, I do.” Forgetting all pretense of small talk and politeness, you dove right into the nitty-gritty argument with your friend. “Wanna know why?”

“You’re gonna tell me anyway.”

“I’m here to tell you that you need to get your head out of your ass and suck it up.”

That definitely wasn’t what Dean expected. He just stared at you for a minute, trying to piece together your blunt statement. “Suck what up?”

“Whatever the hell is going on with you! You’re never around anymore. You barely ever talk to me. And I miss you. I miss talking to you and hanging out with you.”

Dean sullenly stabbed at the waffles in front of him. “Seems like you’ve got someone else to talk to and hang out with.”

“The hell you talking ‘bout?” Your whole life was spent with the Winchesters. The bunker, the Impala, the neverending string of hotel rooms… You were never not by their sides.

He looked between you and his plate a few times before sighing. Your eyes went wide when he pushed his plate away. Dean Winchester not finishing his meal? This had to be something big.

“I’m talking about how you’re always on that damn phone of yours. And you always wanna hurry back for your stupid weekly dates with whoever you keep texting. I’m not the one who’s never here anymore. Now that you’ve got a boyfriend that you never talk about, you’re never here.”

The more he spoke, the brighter you could feel your cheeks becoming. This wasn’t something you wanted to admit to Dean. Sure, he was your best friend, and it wasn’t like this was anything to be embarrassed about, but you just knew that he would tease you incessantly once he knew.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you mumbled. Now it was your turn to look down at Dean’s half-full plate. If admitting this would save your friendship, then you could withstand the teasing jabs that were sure to follow. “I’m in a book club.”

He drew back in surprise and pursed his lips. “Come again?”

“A book club, Dean. A fucking book club, okay? I download the books on my phone and read them on all of the long ass car rides and in our downtime. And the meetings are held each week. I get to be normal for a few hours and gossip with some women in town. I get to be around other women, not that I don’t love you and Sam, but it’s still nice to have a little break.”

“You—“

Finally daring to look back at him, you saw how his thoughts were translating onto his face. Eyebrows drawn together in confusion slowly smoothed out when he finally reconciled what he thought was going on to your explanation. His lips slowly turned up at the corners before jerking back down when another thought obviously crept into his brain. 

“So… no boyfriend?”

“No. It’s always been you, Dean.”

As soon as the words passed your lips, you wanted to take them back. That was admitting too much.

So you hurried to cover up your slip up. “I mean, you’ve always been my best friend. I’m not going to replace you with anyone.”

“Right,” he drawled, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He opened his mouth a few times, starting to say something, but seemed to stop himself when a pink tint crept onto his cheeks. “So, book club, huh? Do you read those trashy romance novels?”

“Shut up, Dean.” You rolled your eyes, relieved that he hadn’t commented on your slip-up. You weren’t quite ready to risk your friendship like that quite yet. “We good now?”

He pulled the plate towards him and took another bite, chewing happily. “Yeah. We’re good.”



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mlb theory: maybe an identity reveal is happening sooner than we thought?

Hey everybody!
Okay, so I know I haven’t made an original post in forever. I’ve kinda not been that active lately, because life, but now I’m back. So be expecting more theory posts, ship analyses, and all that good stuff. And now that I’m done talking about that, let’s dive right into this theory!

Okay, so, it was confirmed a while back(at that Chloé is going to be the Bee Miraculous’s holder- most of the fandom knows at this point, but I’ll put in the picture anyway.

Chloé’s getting the Bee Miraculous, which means that she will be getting a kwami(Pollen, the Bee kwami). Now, at this point, you’re probably wondering- What does Chloé, of all people, have to do with the identity reveal? Well, my friends, I never said it was the identity reveal- just an identity reveal. Listen closely.
Remember Princess Fragrance? I seem to recall that in the episode, Marinette was unable to transform, because Chloé took her kwami, thinking it was a toy, as a gift for Prince Ali.

If Chloé gets her own kwami, and happens to remember this moment, she’ll probably put two and two together and figure out that Marinette is Ladybug. Marinette was the only one to try to get Tikki back after Chloé had taken her, and it’s pretty obvious that Tikki is the Ladybug kwami. The only thing really stopping everyone from immediately figuring out Ladybug’s secret identity is probably some weird magic protection thing, built into the Miraculous. I’m assuming that once a person begins to suspect a superhero’s secret identity, this magic protection becomes pretty useless to them.
So, there is a real chance of Chloé figuring out Marinette’s identity as Ladybug, which might drastically affect their relationship with each other. Chloé absolutely adores Ladybug, but she seems to detest Marinette(no one knows why), and this identity reveal might cause her to either become less rude and condescending to Marinette, or to think less of her idol, Ladybug. It’s more likely that the first option will happen though. Marinette would also be forced to trust her way, way more- if Chloé told her she knew. There is also the fact that Chloé might tell her while transformed into her superhero persona- this reveal could go down in a number of different ways.

Anyway, that’s all I have for now! Please tell me what you thought of this theory- and if you have more to add to it, I’d absolutely love to hear about it! If you have any theories of your own that you’d like to share with me, just send them to my askbox. Thanks for reading, guys! Love ya!!!!! :3

s p a c e m a l l | Yondu/Reader SFW

request: How about something where Yondu and the Reader meet when the Reader helps Quill find Yondu after getting lost in the space equivalent of a shopping mall and the two hit it off?


(This is seriously so cute. I decided to set it not long after Yondu first picked Peter up, since it makes more sense to me for an earth kid to get lost in a space mall lol. This also turned out different than i expected oops)

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Love The Way You Lie (Jon Moxley imagine)

The reader becomes friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, she wasn’t expecting to fall in love with him. But her plans go sideways and things change between the two. Heavily inspired by Love the Way You Lie Part 2 by Rihanna. Pretty sure I’m gonna write a part two to this, so just let me know if I should please.

Warnings: a rollercoaster of emotions, you might end up crying, smut, ANGST, SO MUCH ANGST, fluff, cursing, an abusive relationship, there’s definitely a toxic relationship in here, if you think you’re going to be triggered,please don’t read this,smol beans. 

Word Count : 4,188 shameless words 

Tag List: @flawlassglamazon @neeadinghugs (Tell me if you want to be tagged in my fics!)

When I became friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, I told myself there’d be no way in hell that I would fall in love with him. I had no idea how wrong I would be. Here’s how it all begun. When I became friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, I promised both myself and Sami Callihan that I would not fall for him. I had no idea how wrong I would be. Here’s how it all begun. 

Sami Callihan was the one who introduced us. He was a close friend of mine that I had met a few years ago at a bar where we was both drowning our life problems in whiskey and he chatted me up, thinking he could get a one night stand out of me. But he didn’t and we just talked, laughed, and got drunk off our asses. I’ll never forget how I met Mox though. It was right after one of his matches with Drake Younger and he was soaked in blood, with his collar in hand.

Sami turned to me while we was waiting for his best friend to arrive from the ring then warned, “He ain’t like ever other guy here, babe. He’ll fuck you up and over without a second of regret, ight?” I scoffed and patted his cheek then declared, ”Sami, I deal with your stupid ass on a regular basis, so I think I can handle your unhinged friend.”

“I’m serious, (Y/N). He’s not someone to fuck around with.” I sighed and placed my hands on my hips then retorted, “Neither are you but here I am, where I’ve been for the last two years. I can handle it.”

He sighed and shook his head then muttered, “Don’t come crawling back to me whining and crying if you do get hurt.” I huffed then shuffled back a bit when I saw that Mox was coming through the curtain.

Sami clasped him on the back with a grin then stated, ”Damn good match out there, Mox. Bloody though.”

“ A’ways is.” Mox mumbled back, heading towards the shower, completely ignoring me. Callihan shot me a smirk then held up a finger then hollered, ”Mox, get ya scrawny ass back here right quick. Got someone I want ya to meet.” 

“Don’t want no ring rat,Callihan.”Mox snapped, whipping around to level his best friend with his sky blue eyes and I jumped slightly at the wildness of his irises then felt my anger rise in my chest. 

“I ain’t no ring rat, you dick. I’m (Y/N) motherfucking (Y/L/N). “ I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. Mox smiled at me, but it was far from a kind one. it was full of menace. He stalked towards me and I thought that I would be able to hold my ground, only for me to back up as he grew closer then yelped as I found out that I was cornered. He tilted my head up to look him in the eyes before I snapped, “Get the actual fuck away from me before I castrate you.”

“Someone’s got an attitude. Bet I could fix that for ya, darlin’.” he chuckled before shoving me away from him like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe.

“Huh, guess ya was right. He ain’t nothing but a lil bitch.” I spat, brushing my clothes off. I knew it would catch his attention,  especially since he was a man, and men never walked away when being called a little bitch. He whipped around then snapped, “You don’t know shit about me, doll, and if I have it my way, you never will.”

“C’mon, Mox, chill out. She’s just messin’ wit ya head.” Callihan pointed as he lounged against the wall, eyes closed. Moxley backed away then drug his index finger down my neck to my collarbone, causing me to shiver. He chuckled and leaned closer then purred, “You smell like fuckin’ heaven, darlin’. Maybe if you didn have that attitude, I might reconsider taking ya against this wall.”

“In your fucking dreams, bitch.” I snapped in return, shoving him away. He chuckled, brushing his hair away from his face, then walked away, leaving me breathless and my panties soaked. Sami turned to me, looking very amused at the scene that just took place in front of him, then asked, “Would ya kill me if I said I told ya so?”

“Actually, I think I would at this point. Now can your facehole, Callihan, and let’s go.” That was only when we first met though.  The thing that everyone enjoys hearing however, is how we ended up as fuck buddies. It was about a month after we first met and I was hanging out at a bar when some random dude approached me.

“Damn, you’re fucking sexy.” the scumbag declared as I leaned against the bar with my back to him. He was beyond annoying and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. I had been also chatting with the bartender, who informed me of this, ”This prick is always here, harrassing the girls. Most of them have boyfriends, and he gets his ass smothered into my counter when the boyfriends see it.”

I groaned and hit my head against the counter then muttered, “Too bad I don’t have a boyfriend then . You see any guys willing to come kick this dude’s ass?” He scanned the room then replied to more under his breath than to me directly, ”I mean, I know this one guy.”

“Who?” I perked up when I realized that there was a chance that I wouldn’t have to break this fucker’s nose. He grimaced then scratched his head and grumbled, “Look over your right shoulder. You’ll see a guy with dirty blond hair and blue eyes with a white wife beater on. He’s a fucking psychotic ass motherfucker but he’s somewhat of a good guy. Just got a few screws loose.”

I turned away, still ignoring the idiot spitting all over my face, then begun my search for said “fucking psychotic ass motherfucker”, only to become very disappointed when I realized who he had described to me.

“Never fucking mind, I’ll do it myself.” I whipped around to face this guy only to find that he had been jerked off and away from the barstool by Jon Moxley himself. I growled and went to pull him away only to watch in fascination and slight horror as he rammed his fist into the douchebag’s gut and face, alternating between the two before he spat, “Get the fuck out of my face and don’t come near her again or I swear I’ll cut ya dick off and really make ya a real fucking pussy.”

The guy scampered off and Mox chuckled in a diabolical manner then turned to the bartender, ordering himself a bourbon on the rocks, before he grumbled, ”Why’d ya let ‘im hit on ya for so long? Thought you’d be one of those chicks that like breakin’ noses.” I scoffed then spat, “And I was gonna break his nose before you came over here and ruined my idea.”

“ ‘Scuse the fuck outta me then, Princess. I didn’t mean to ruin ya plans.” His apology sounded half assed and he seemed slightly drunk as well so I rolled my eyes then dipped back my drink before bidding the bartender goodbye.

What I didn’t realize was that Moxley was following me through the back alley as I weaved in and out of the streets, trying to avoid all the creeps and fuckheads that patrolled the lanes and shitty sidewalks, before he asked, ”What the fuck is up with ya? Ya hang out with guys like Callihan.”

I shot him a dirty look and replied, “Reason numero uno: At least Callihan has some sense in that horribly put together head of his. Please, he’s a decent guy.” He chuckled and began walking backwards to face me then I pointed out before he could get a word in, ”You’re gonna run into a wall or corner, or even a Dumpster if you don’t turn around and walk right.”

He rolled his eyes then raised his eyebrows as we turned again before he replied, ”Nah I won’t. I know these alleys like the back of my hand, darlin’. I know where I’m going. The question is, do ya?” I scoffed and answered, ”Yeah, it’s called my apartment. I’m going home and stripping down to my socks, before I take a steaming hot bath while watching Netflix. Where are you going anyways? Following me?”

“Ya got me, darlin’. I wanted to talk to ya for a while. I was a bit of a fucker when I first met ya.” I raised my left eyebrow then begun searching for my phone to check the time before I muttered, ”That’s a fucking understatement. Well, here’s my place.” We came to a stop and I noticed that he had busted his head open in the bar fight with that dickhead. I got lost in thought, taking in the realization that I had called that guy a lot of fucking names but then I remembered that I was a grown adult and I didn’t give a shit about how many cuss words came from my mouth.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)? What’d he do, slip ya a roofie?” he cursed, waving his hand in front of my face. I swatted his hand away then started up the stairs to my apartment as I said, “He didn’t slip me a roofie, I’m just a little out of it. Ya might as well come inside and sober up before you go out and get into another fight over a girl not in distress.”

“Ya was in distress, whether ya want to admit it or not.” he grumbled as he joined me to sit on the couch. I frowned then exclaimed, ”I was not in fucking distress, alright!? Get the fuck over yourself, Mox, damn.” He chuckled, his eyes slightly closing, and his voice rose in rose from the last time he spoke, ”Jesus fucking Christ, Callihan was right. Ya do refuse to say thank you for any fucking thing to any fucking body.”

“I could’ve handled it, you fucker! But you decided to be Mister Knight in Motherfucking Shining Armor, didn’t you. Well, fuck you!” I screamed, slamming my fists against his chest. He wrapped his hands around my wrists then slammed me against the couch, pinning my hips with his knees before he crushed his lips to mine in a searing kiss. I gasped for air but didn’t move away from his kiss as we battled for the top spot.

“Fuckin’ give up an lemme see that pretty pink pussy.” he chuckled, fully on biting in varied spots on my neck. I snapped my teeth at him but didn’t argue, only said in reply, “As long as I get to see your dick.”

“Well, you got yourself a deal then, Kitten.” he replied as I shoved him backwards  and began stripping myself of my clothes, his eyes eating up the small show that I was putting on for him. When I finally reached my lingerie set and garter belt, his eyes darkened and his jaw dropped.

“Goddamn, no wonder Callihan wanted in your pants. You’re sexy as fuck. C’mere.” he ordered, beckoning me forward with his index finger after he pulled off his wife beater and unbuttoned his jeans. I smirked at him and turned in a slow circle before I stated, “If you want it, you have to come get it.”

He smirked and snatched me up by the wrist before claiming my throat with his free hand then warned, “I don’t run, sweetheart. Now, go lay down on the bed and don’t touch yourself.” I did as he said as soon as he let me go but didn’t heed his other warning. Instead, I pinched my nipples into stiff peaks and allowed my free hand to wonder down to my clit where I begun rubbing at a slow pace.

“Oh, so ya don’t fucking listen either. Great, this is going to be fun… for me at least.” he declared, wrapping his hand around his cock which I gaped at. He was long and thick and I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he was going to fit inside of me. He smirked and drug me to the edge of the bed then flipped me over, forcing me to move my hands. I whined at the loss then yelped as he spanked me.

“You bastard! Don’t spank me!” I snapped, attempting to struggle out of his hold. Instead of him letting me go, Moxley continued to spank my ass and eventually I gave into the pain then moaned louder than I ever had. Mox chuckled at the sound then said, ”I fucking knew that you would have a pain kink.”

“Jesus, if all you do is talk during sex, then get the fuck out so I can get myself off.” I gasped as he flipped me onto my back again then he sunk balls deep into my pussy, a small scream escaping my mouth when he begun pounding into me.

“Goddammit, Mox! Don’t fucking stop!” I begged, scratching along his shoulders. He smirked and sucked several hickeys into both the skin of my neck and collarbones before he declared simply, “Beg better and we’ll talk about you coming, darlin’.”

“Fuck, don’t stop, you feel so good, my God, Mox, God, your cock is so fucking deep! Let me come, please!” I screamed, pulling on his hair as he pressed his thumb to my clit and rubbed slow, rough circles, a contrast to his pace that he was pounding into me. He pulled away a little then declared, “Come then, my good little slut.” I cried out as he sunk his teeth into my shoulder then arched into him as I came, body quivering and trembling.

Mox’s pace never slowed and his eyes only grew more intense as he continued to fuck me into the mattress, the springs squeaking at the strain we was putting on it. He tightened his hands around my hips then growled, “My good little whore is still taking my dick like a good girl. I think I’m going to enjoy this. “

“Fucking come in me, you fucking psycho.” I gasped, pulling harder on his hair. His eyes darkened and he leaned closer then ordered, “Slap me.”

“Are you insane!?” I shouted, slamming my hands against his chest. Mox raised an eyebrow then replied, “Of fucking I am. Now fucking slap me.” I slumped slightly against the bed and he growled in annoyance then begun to shout, ”Goddammit-“

I hauled back and hit him across the face as hard as I could manage and he groaned, his entire body shuddering as he came inside of me.

Our first big fight was the thing that got our relationship rolling downhill. And a ring rat was the cause of it. I was waiting backstage for Mox and Callihan to return from the ring when I realized that I wasn’t alone. She was pretty, with dark hair and smoky makeup surrounding her bright blue eyes, but I was still a little irritated with the fact that she was waiting for one of my boys.

“So, you know Moxley and Callihan?” she asked, my teeth grinding together as I answered, ”Yeah, but that’s really none of your fucking business, now is it?”

“You don’t need to be a bitch about it.” she grumbled in return, crossing her arms over her chest. I rolled my eyes at her pettiness but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. I just wanted to see Moxley and go home. But when he and his best friend arrived from the ring, what set me off was when he completely ignored me and continued to chat with the girl. I raised my eyebrows, severely pissed and beyond annoyed now.

I cleared my throat to catch his attention but he only smirked at me over her shoulder then winked at her. I gritted my teeth and snapped, ”Can I fucking have a word with you?”

“No, he’s talking to me, whore.” she retorted, and I only smirked in return before I winded my fist through her pretty brown locks then slammed her head into the concrete wall and declared in the calmest voice I could muster up,”If you do not get the actual fuck away from me, I might even commit murder instead of just beating your ass like I originally planned? Got it,ring rat?”

“Yes!” she sobbed, squirming against my hold. I shoved her away from me then turned to face Mox who was glaring hard at me. I tilted my head a little at him then walked closer before I stated in a low voice, ”I believe I told you that I wanted a fucking word with you? Now, let’s go have a fucking talk.”

We walked up to his room where he whipped around and shouted, ”What the fuck was that about?!” I scoffed and asked, ”You can’t be fucking serious! We’re fuck buddies and you still talk to those fucking whores who just want their hands on your cock that I ride every night?”

“Oh please, the only reason why I’m not fucking those ring rats is because then you wouldn’t sleep with me!” he growled, rolling his eyes. I shook my head and started to walk out of the room but instead of him letting me walk away, he grabbed my wrist then forced me to look at him as he screamed, ”Don’t fucking walk away from me!”

“Fuck you!” I shouted in return, slapping him across the face. His blue eyes darkened and I knew that I had fucked up majorly. I struggled against his hold only for him to return the slap. I cried out and he allowed me to fall to the ground, my hand flying to my stinging cheek. He ran his hand through his hair then exclaimed, ”Damn it! I’m fucking sorry.”

I shook my head and climbed back to my feet then begun walking towards the door as he begged, ”Please don’t go! (Y/N)!” I turned slowly and declared, ”No, Mox, I can’t do this anymore.”

“Damn it, don’t fucking leave! I can fix this! I’m sorry.” I froze at the use of his last two words then asked softly, ”What did you say?” Jon tangled his hands through his curls then growled, ”I’m fucking sorry, okay? Just don’t fucking leave.”

“Why? What’s the fucking point? It’s not like this is going to last very long, Mox. Jesus, you’re probably sleeping with that bitch anyways.” My words just kept coming and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fucking shut up,”You’re no different than any other guy,Mox. You’re always going to trade me in for someone better than me,dammit!”

He again hit me and this time I was ready for it because as soon as he hit me, I returned it, this time never stopping with the abuse.

“You fucking prick! I hate you!” I screamed, continuing to punch and slap his chest. He never once backed away from me however and I couldn’t figure out why. I didn’t care at that moment though. I just wanted him to get away. I shoved him into the coffee table and it shattered in pieces under the pressure of his body and it seemed like he was on his feet again in a matter of seconds before he retaliated with another slap. I sobbed and curled into a ball on the couch, tears pouring down my cheeks, and I couldn’t seem to stop. He knelt beside me and laid his head on my knee and that’s how we stayed the rest of the night.

But that wasn’t the worst of it all. But I’m assuming you’re wondering when I realized when I was in love with Jon? In fact, it was the same morning following our first big fight.

  I woke up and realized that he was gone. I sighed and slouched against the couch before I walked over to the mirror that he had hanging on the wall. It wasn’t much but it showed me what damage had been done last night.

My cheek was bruised and I ran my index finger along the tender skin before I stifled a small cry then turned to see Jon walking into the room holding a small box. He gave me a small smile and set the box down on the couch before he murmured, ”A peace offerin’. A “I’m sorry, babe.” present.” I walked over to the so called peace offering and peered inside of the cardboard then gasped when I realized what was inside.

“Mox! They’re adorable!” I squealed, picking up the little grey kittens. He smiled sheepishly then informed me that he found the box just outside of the compound, just shy from being under the roofing and he didn’t want them to get sick from the rain.

Yeah, I know. That didn’t make up for what he did to me, and what I did to him but that’s when I realized that he cared for me and that’s when I realized that I was head over heels for him, even if it was bad for us. We had several more occasions like the first fight but they escalated from there on out.

But the final argument that we ever had was over something I never thought we would talk about: my true feelings for him. I had confided in Sami about it but it was one of my biggest life mistakes.

“When was you going to tell me?! I thought we agreed no catching fucking sappy ass feelings!” he screamed, bursting into my apartment door. I sighed and stood up then declared, ”I don’t want to talk about this.” He shoved me back then shouted, ”I don’t give a shit about what you want! I fucking told you no feelings.”

“I am so fucking sorry, it’s not like falling in love with your crazy ass was exactly on my list of mistakes to complete in my life!” I screamed, pushing him back. Instead of him screaming back at me immediately like I thought he would, he just pinned me to the back of the couch and roared in my face,”I fucking thought you could handle the no strings attached, fuck buddies thing. I guess I was fucking wrong! Stupid whore!”

I struggled to get my pinned arms free and when I did, I hit him as hard as I could manage in the face. That was one of his many pretty features and by the time I was through with him, I planned on having his body rearranged severely. That would teach him a lesson on toying with people’s hearts.

“Stop it, goddammit!” he snarled, reaching for my hands. But when he couldn’t succeed with that task, he instead grabbed me by the throat and I tensed entirely, in fear of what he might do to me. He leaned closer and I couldn’t help but look into his eyes. They were confused and hurt. But there was something else that I still,cannot, till this day, tell you what it looked like.

“Let me go, and we can end this right fucking now. All of it. You can walk away and go back to the way that we was before we met each other.” I choked out, staring deeply into his eyes. He shook his head then declared, ”I can’t let you do that.”

“Let me go,Jon, and walk away from me or accept the fact that I’ve fallen for you, despite you and I practically beating each other senseless. I only see two options here, Mox, and either way, it doesn’t look like it’s going to end well for either of us.”

“Don’t make me choose. You choose. You’re the one who fell in love with my crazy, ugly ass. Now choose.” I shook my head the best I could then muttered, ”You know which one I would choose and your ugly ass wouldn’t let it go through. So fucking get out of my apartment, Moxley. It’s clear that this fuck buddies thing, is fucking over. Get out. I don’t fucking want your mutt ass anymore.”

“(Y/N), please.” he begged, but still, he backed away from me. I shook my head and pointed wordlessly to the door after handing over his cat. We had decided that we would each keep one if we ever departed from one another.

“No more, Jon. I’m sorry.” I shut the door in his face and sunk against the wood then smiled faintly when Logan, my cat, curled into my lap and curled up in my lap for comfort. I scoffed and muttered, ”You fucking idiot, just add that to another mistake you’ve made in your miserable life.”

But little did I know, that wouldn’t be the last time I would come face to face with Jon Moxley. Or should I say, Dean Ambrose?

anonymous asked:

So I have recently discovered I am weak for SF!Paps... and as I adore the way you write him, would it be okay to ask for an imagine? Does he have any insecurities about the relationship, and if so, how does the S/O find out? I remember in a breakup imagine he mentioned "no one wanting a mutt drooling after them" is all and it piqued my interest (and broke my heart hahaaaa...)

(*I’m happy that you like the way I write him!  I had forgotten that I even wrote that part.  x]  The imagine is Drunken Insecurities and the Almost Break-up in case anyone is wondering. )


SF!Papyrus: Who wants a mutt drooling after them?

He most certainly does have insecurities.  After all, he’s spent his life being berated, so he doesn’t have much self-worth.  The fact that you could actually want to be with him–and be in it for the long haul–is unfathomable.  He’s had plenty of flings and one-night-stands, sure, but he’s never pursed anything lasting and never expected more than just an escape from his thoughts.

Until you came along.

He’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.  He’ll act confident on the outside, making perverted remarks with that lazy smirk, or dragging you against him with an arm around your waist.  But even as he tells you how amazing you are or makes some sort of sexual pun, it feels as if there’s a part of him that he’s guarding.. a part of him that’s trying to keep you at arms’ length. 

You find out about these insecurities one night at Muffet’s–the one on the Surface.  Papyrus has been drinking, but when he gets up to pay the bill (and talk to Muffet a little as the two of them have become friends over the years), two other humans take his spot at the table to talk to you.  They’re flirting, and of course, you insist that the seat is already taken, but they make a few rude comments about the fact that he’s a skeleton monster.  Papyrus overhears and it takes every ounce of his willpower not to pummel them with a series of bone attacks or blast them away, but.. he settles for being utterly terrifying and placing a hand on each of their shoulders while glowering down at them, magic wisping in one of his eyesockets.  

“i believe they told ya this seat was taken,” he growls through clenched teeth, and the two humans practically trip over themselves in an effort to leave.  It’s not surprising; Papyrus probably looks like the grim reaper.  

Back at his house, Papyrus can’t seem to get what they said out of his head.  He’s worried because he’s always thought it.. that you would be better off with a human, that you might only be dating him for the novelty of dating a monster, that you could do so much better than him, that you really will get tired of a mutt like him drooling after you, that this will all amount to a fling and he’ll be forgotten the next moment..

After all, you’re an attractive person; you could get anyone you wanted.  Why would you settle for someone like him?

He pulls out a cigarette and lights up, but he really needs another drink, so he goes to the kitchen to spike some BBQ sauce.  

“Okay, what’s the matter?  You’ve been acting different since those guys showed up at Muffet’s,” you finally decide to point it out and cross the room to stand in the doorway, watching him mix his drink.  He doesn’t smoke inside unless he’s really bothered (Blackberry hates it), so you know something’s wrong.  

“nothin’.  my buzz is just wearin’ off.”  He shrugs and takes a long swig of the drink, followed by a drag of his cigarette.  Having his two favorite vices in each hand makes him feel a little more at ease.. but it would be better if you were in his arms instead.  

“Really?  Are you sure you’re all right?  What they said didn’t piss you off, did it?”

“nope.  they’re just some idiots that wanted in your pants. they’d say anythin’,” he comments, smoke seeping past his fangs as he speaks.  

He’s not about to say anything; he’s good at keeping his insecurities buried, and he’s not about to lay them on you and have you bail right then and there.  Instead, he pushes all of them aside and takes one more long sip of his drink, before he sets it down on the counter and tosses his smoldering cigarette into the sink.  “i know you’re mine, so i’m not worried,” he assures you with a lazy smirk, seeming more like himself.  He steps closer to you, opening his arms and pulling you against his chest.  You start to speak again, but he silences you with a long kiss.  You can taste the smoke, the sweet BBQ sauce, and the strong alcohol in his mouth, but with the skillful way his tongue moves against yours, you discover that you don’t care.  You feel drunk off his kiss, and when his fingers tilt your head back so he can delve his tongue deeper into your mouth, and his pelvis presses into yours, well.. you forget what you were even concerned about in the first place.    


Missing You

Imagine ever since your group arrived in Alexandria you have been non-stop working and haven’t had any time to spend with your boyfriend Daryl.
~~~~~~~~~~

It was an early morning and you had no idea why you were awake. Daryl was asleep beside you and you smiled knowing he was getting a much needed rest.

You had a lot to do today, first you had a shift at the guard post then Olivia had asked your help with inventory.

You got out of bed and changed into some jeans and a plain white shirt. You slipped your boots on and pulled your hair into a pony tail.

“Y/N?” Daryl mumbled facing you.

“Sorry babe, I’ve got to go.” You said sadly going over and kissing his cheek.

Daryl was still half asleep so you covered him up some more then went to do your first job of the day.

Standing guard was uneventful to say the least. Only a few walkers made their way close to the gates but you shot them down easily.

Now you were helping Olivia take inventory on the food supply here in Alexandria. “Okay so only three cans of green beans, a can of chicken noodle soup and some deer meat my lovely boyfriend brought back are the only things that were brought in this week?” You asked writing everything down on a notepad.

“Yeah, Deanna hasn’t sent out anyone on runs after the incident with Glenn and Aiden. We are a little short this week but still in good shape for the next two months.” Olivia explained organizing the soups on the top shelf.

You didn’t notice the extra presence in the room until you heard someone clear their throat.

You turned around and saw Daryl standing up against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey.” You smiled at him.

“Can I talk to ya for a sec?” Daryl asked biting on his bottom lip, a nervous habit I’ve noticed he has.

You looked to Olivia and she nodded sweetly at me. You handed her the pen and notepad and took Daryl’s hand leading him out onto the porch.

“You not goin on a run with Glenn and Tara today?” Daryl asked.

“No not since the altercation with Aiden. Deanna hasn’t let anyone go scavenging, that’s why we are low on the food supply this week.”

Daryl nodded and looked down the street, “You wanna like go somewhere or-”

The door opened behind us and Olivia had a box full of fresh vegetables. “Sorry to interrupt, but Y/N I need your help.”

“Sure no problem, I’ll be right there.” You smiled to her and she went back inside leaving you and Daryl alone again.

“Daryl I would love to spend time with you but I’m just really busy right now.”

Daryl nodded and started to walk down the porch steps. You grabbed his hand and pulled him toward you kissing his cheek. “I’ll see you later okay?”

Daryl gave you a side smile nodding. He walked away and you went back inside to help Olivia.

As the day went on you hadn’t seen Daryl at all. After helping Olivia you watched Judith for a while then went back to the guard post.

Night came and you were exhausted. You trudged into your house hoping to see your boyfriend.

“Daryl? You home?” You called. Daryl was no where to be seen. You felt bad about earlier today. Was he that mad he just left?

Too tired to think you just walked up to your room and laid on your bed drifting off to sleep.

The next morning you felt the other side of the bed empty. Did Daryl not come home at all last night?

You got up and walked into the kitchen poring a glass of orange juice. You heard a familiar rumble of a motorcycle and smiled putting your glass into the sink.

You walked outside and saw Daryl fixing up his motorcycle. You went up behind him wrapping your arms around his waist. “Hey stranger.”

Daryl looked back at you then shut his motorcycle off. “Thought you were gonna sleep all day.” He turned around and you let go of him.

“I almost did. I was super tired.”

“Got home last night and yer ass was takin up the whole bed. Slept on the couch cause of it.” Daryl smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes, “well let me make it up to you. I can make some amazing pancakes, then we can eat together. Feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Daryl cupped the side of your face, “sounds good to me.” You smiled and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips when you heard Aaron calling his name.

Daryl groaned and lowered his head turning around. “M’ busy.”

“Sorry, just wanted to tell you we need to get going. I mapped out the area pretty well.” Aaron said offering Daryl the map.

“Oh are you guys going on a run?” I asked looking between the two.

“Actually I gave Daryl the job of helping me recruit other groups for Alexandria, just like I did for yours.”

You were a little surprised. Daryl hadn’t told you anything about this, but you were very happy for him.

“I was gonna tell ya. Last night actually but you were already asleep.”

“No it’s fine. I’m happy for you.” You smiled giving Daryl a playful punch.

“I’ll be by the car. See you later Y/N.” Aaron waved walking away.

“I might be gone for a few days.” Daryl said quietly. “I don’t wanna bail on ya b-”

“No Daryl it’s fine. Really I understand.” You reassured him. “Stay safe alright?”

He nodded and kissed your cheek. Daryl got on his motorcycle and drove up behind Aaron and they both drove out the gates and down the road.

“Miss you already.” You muttered walking back inside.

~~~~~~~~~

A few days have passed and Daryl still wasn’t back. You didn’t like to be all alone in your house, so you were eating dinner with Maggie, Glenn, Tara and Eugene.

“No Eugene that’s too much salt!” Tara yelled to Eugene slapping his hand away.

You laughed and looked out the window, a habit you’ve gotten from waiting on Daryl. You didn’t even notice Maggie sit down next to you.

“Y/N, he will come home.” She smiled placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I know. Just wish it was sooner then later.” You signed and Maggie gave you a side hug. “Come on, dinner is ready.”

Glenn handed you a plate and you filled it with the homemade pasta Maggie and Eugene had made. Everyone got their food and sat down, we all bowed our heads while Maggie said a little prayer.

You took a bite of your pasta and threw your head back. “That is amazing.” You hummed.

“I knew with the amount of salt I applied, it would give it that monumental taste.” Eugene said monotone taking a bite of his salad.

Everyone laughed and continued to eat our dinner. We all had some mini conversations and even learned Eugene is a chef in the making.

Tara helped you with the dishes and shortly after Glenn and Maggie had left. The front door opened and in walked Daryl, who was very sweaty and covered in some dirt.

“Daryl!” You squealed dropping a plate in the water making the soap splash on Tara.

“Don’t worry Y/N. I got this.” She said sarcastically and smiling toward us, finishing up the dishes.

You ran to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. Some water and soap got on him but neither of you cared.

“I missed you.” You smiled. Daryl dropped his crossbow and embraced you in his arms.

“Well that’s our que. Come on Eugene, see you two later.” Tara smiled dragging Eugene out the door.

Once they were gone Daryl picked you up and carried you over to the kitchen island sitting you down. His hands were on your thighs and you had your arms wrapped around his neck.

“It’s good to finally spend time with you.” You said moving some hair out of his eyes. Daryl is such a big softie when it comes to being around you. He always gets lost in your eyes or is watching you talk. Daryl loved your lips and he would always stare at them making you nervous.

Daryl leaned in kissing your lips softly. Your mouths moved in sync, his tongue grazing your bottom lip slowly.

You smiled and pulled him closer to you. His hand moved to the small of your back and the other one tracing circles on your exposed skin from where your tank top had ridden up.

The two of you pulled away panting. “That’s a hell of a welcome home.” Daryl smirked moving his hands slowly toward the bottom of your shirt.

You stopped him and playfully pushed him back, getting off the counter. “You need a shower Daryl.”

Daryl groaned, “don’t do this to me.”

You giggled walking away from him. “Not my fault you came home all sweaty! I missed you though, glad your home babe!”

You ran upstairs and laid on your bed. Daryl came in shortly and frowned at you. “I’m gonna get ya back for that one.”

You laughed and helped your boyfriend get the shower ready. “Okay I’ll be o-”

Before you could finish Daryl picked you up carried you into the shower with him, fully clothed.

“Ugh Daryl! Our clothes are all wet now!” You yelled only making Daryl smile wider.

He kissed your cheek and laid his head on your shoulder, “it’s good to be home.” He mumbled.

Daryl was right, it was great to be home, our home.

Two Ghosts

Harry Styles X Reader

A/N: this was not requested but i just absolutely adore Harry and his new album and this song was one of my favorites so I thought I would write about it! Tell me what you think and if I should do some more fics for other people other than Josh and Tyler!!!

Warnings: nothing really, but is a little angsty

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anonymous asked:

Hey. Can you help Me please. My Players have their character sheets all written out but they have Languages like Abyssal and Druidic that they chose because they could, but I don't think they'll ever get to use them. Anything Advice on putting them into my Campaign?

This is a very Common Question, because every Character Sheet has those Small Parts that are almost never used.

But what you should do is create opportunities for the Players to use these abilities, items and class or race features…

CHARACTER PROFICIENCIES

Have a Character Proficient in Riding Horses?, maybe create a Mounted Combat Scenario.

Perhaps they are riding Horseback to their next location, and get ambushed by bandits, goblins or whatever you like!

A Character may be Proficient in a Dragonchess set, which may never have been used before, but the Player could end up in a Tavern one night, and could be challenged by a fellow drunk patron into a game, which they both may cheat at, and it could even end in bloodshed…

A Character Proficient in Artisan’s Tools can have many opportunities on the Road to use them, things such as Using Cooking Utensils, Tinkerer’s Tools, Brewer’s supplies, Alchemist’s supplies and so many more…

And for random proficiencies, like a Bard having Proficiencies in Instruments, they can also have opportunities.

So a Bard that Plays the Fiddle may get noticed in a Tavern by the Barkeep, and may be persuaded, with the help of a few Gold Pieces, to perform to the Tavern’s Crowd.

MAGIC ITEMS

Does your Player have a Magic Item they’ve never found useful or have just never used?

Well, maybe that magic ring they have begins to glow, with no reason why.

Or they begin to hear small whispers that surround them, seemingly coming from no source.

You can be subtle by just saying that they notice the item doing something, like glowing, emitting a sound like a hum , whisper or song…

Something to Simply catch the Player’s eye and make them say “Wait!? That didn’t happen before!?!”

CLASS FEATURES & STAT BONUSES & RACE BONUSES

Class Features can get used very easily, but some of them may not get used often…

Things like a Warlock of the Great Old One and their Telepathic Ability. They may use to to probe into the mind of an untrustworthy ally. But how would they react when it’s them that is having their mind read? Would they try to find out who did it? Or attempt to fight back against the psychic attack.

Bards can Perform to Taverns and Inns, Barbarians could show off great Feats of Strength, Clerics could be called by fellow Worshipers to the Temple, to aid in a Resurrection Ritual…

There are many ways to tie in a Class and it’s Features into the Story…

For Stat Bonuses, it could be something as Simple as an Arm Wrestle to show off their Strength, or a Race from the Keep to the Tavern to show off their speed.

Or it could be as complex as a Debate between an angry crowd and a local noble who insists on raising taxes, allowing the Player to show off their character’s persuasiveness…

Or perhaps the Wizard is told to return the Library, because they are the only one who can decode an ancient arcane language.

So things like Languages a Player might know, but never use, might be in important books that the Party, or an NPC, needs deciphered…

SO THERE YA GO KIDS!

There are just some ways to incorporate such things into your Game.

Was there anything I missed? Any Tips YOU want to give?

Share, Comment and Re-blog with your Tips and Suggestions!

Very Important

So, as some might have seen, Matt x Lance is a thing now, yes, it is.

But i feel the need to point out that the ship name is Latte.

It’s Latte.

L A T T E

The ship name is Latte, this is it.

Don’t you dare to use anything different. Okay? Because when @besh-drawing-stuff dragged me in Latte hell, i asked her what the ship name was, and she told me it was Latt.

Like, no, i don’t want a bad ship name for my precious ship, *cough* Shatt *cough*

So, i decided to call it Latte, ya know, like the coffee thing. (I have never had a Latte lmao, such a shame :P)

And, then, when @sapphiresoulmate
and i started talking about Latte, along with Besh, we decided to call it Latte.

Now, i don’t really care if you were the first to ship it, or the second, or whatever. I don’t care if you have a better one. I don’t care if you’re the king of the universe.

The ship name is Latte.

Latte.

It’s Latte OKAY?!?

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