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#bookreadhappyhour June Book Photo Challenge•••

Day 21: Summertime Books.

These are some books that have a summery vibe to them! I’ve read all of them except for Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour, and I think they’re all great reads! And so pretty as well! 😊❤️📚

Under the Stars Part 3

My children are the reason that I smile, that I laugh, that I cry. They are my happy place, my frustration, they are what make my heart beat and sometimes break. My children are my everything.

Lola McClain was a strong woman. She had endured raising eight rambunctious children in a small house with just enough to get by. She had sacrificed so much of her life for her children’s happiness, she had given up a chance at a career and following her dreams when she had fallen pregnant with her eldest Savana. She never regretted her choices that had led up to that moment, she loved her children and husband.

When Elisa was born two years later, Lola had turned to her husband Francisco and swore she would do everything in her power to protect their small family. He had looked at her with admiration in his eyes as she held their youngest daughter while Savana slept in the arms of her grandparents. He told her that he already knew that nothing would ever come between Lola and her children.

When she had fallen pregnant with Lance things felt different for Lola. She knew that this child would be special, that they would do something amazing with their life. When Lance was only a few hours old he held her fingers and looked up at her with those ocean blue eyes and she saw the wonder in them, the need for adventure and to discover new things.

Alysa and Diego were next, bringing a set of twins into the now cramped house they were living in caused a lot of issues. They now had five children under the age of six and Lola was starting to feel the stress of trying to provide for her family as Francisco’s wage from the factory could only stretch so far.

They moved to a new house six months later when Savana started school and honestly Lola was glad for the change. They now had more rooms so that the children could have their own space and Lola and Francisco were closer to his parents who could now come over every day and help with the growing pack of children.

In the following 5 years Jaideyn, Markos and Riza were all born and Lola finally put her foot down and said no more. Eight children under the age of eleven was more than plenty in her book and Francisco sheepishly agreed. Their lives were peaceful, the children were happy, Lola started working part time again once the smaller ones were less dependent on her and things were starting to come good.

What none of them had seen coming was an incident that almost completely tore them apart. When the message had come through that Lance had been killed in a training accident at the Garrison, Lola felt her heart break. Her child, the one that had found his dream and chased it, the one that had spent his entire childhood helping her in any way he could, was dead. She refused to believe it, she had screamed at Francisco when he held her and told her what had happened. Why had someone taken her baby away from her? How could they be so cruel?

In the aftermath of the funeral, Lola had stopped going to work, Francisco tried his hardest to help but he was grieving to for his eldest son. Savana had stepped up to take her mother’s place in the family, making sure the smaller children got to school, working two jobs to help make ends meet. Lola would spend her days on the beach, watching the water that Lance had loved so much wash against the sand and drag it away. She wished that one day it would take her with it that maybe she could see her dear one again but even in her grief she knew she couldn’t do that to the others.

It took a few years but Lola was able to return to work. By now even Riza had started high school and Lola made a point that every year on the day of his death, she would take a wreath of brightly coloured flowers to Lance’s favourite spot on the beach. She smiled, he thought that no one knew about it but Lola did. She had watched him sneak away for years with a smile on his face as he raced down to the water’s edge and watch the stars at night.

It was the sixth anniversary of Lance’s death when something changed. She had made her way down to the water, flowers in hand and as she knelt in the sand she allowed herself to cry, to mourn for her lost child. What she hadn’t expected was to be disturbed by a man who had looked so much like her and Francisco.

“Mama? What’s wrong?”

Lola’s eyes widened as she took in his appearance, he was tall and lanky, his face worn by age but the eyes. Oh merciful gods above, the eyes, they were still as crystal blue as the day he was born.

“Lance?” she called as she dropped the flowers she had been clutching as she rose to her feet and moved to embrace her son, the child she thought she had lost all those years ago.

“Hi mama, I’m back.”

Puppy Love!

Pairing: Sam x reader
Characters: Sam, the reader, a shit ton of puppies
Warnings: A ton of puppy dog fluff!
Summary: The reader and Sam decide that they want to adopt a dog! 
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A/N:  I needed to write this one, honestly I’m just so god damn stressed out about this SAT. Any love/support you guys wanna send my way is always appreciated:) Anyways, enjoy some cute Sam + puppy fluff! 

“Oh my god Sam, THAT ONE!” You yell excitedly, grabbing your boyfriend’s arm and pulling him towards the cage of a particularly adorable puppy. 

The two of you had been on the search for a new member of the Winchester/(Y/L/N) family all day. You’d gone to a few pet stores, but ended up preferring the dogs at a local rescue shelter right next to the bunker instead. It had been Sam’s idea to switch, he’d claimed that the animals living there were, “a little broken and a little messed up, just like us.”

You’d walked, pet, and played with dozens of puppies, each more wriggly and lovable than the last. One of your favorites was the one you had made Sam come over to see, a husky-retriever mix named Ozzie. His mismatched eyes, one blue and one brown, were so unique that you had to show Sam. He found Ozzie just as interesting, and adorable, as you did. The only problem was that the younger Winchester had a favorite dog of his own, and Dean had made the two of you promise to only come home with one. 

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If I Stay Forever pt.2

Prompt: Lola Wayne in a coma due to an assassination attempt by Talia Al Ghul to make Bruce join the league. She has a very low chance of survival and has an out of body experience.


It had been about 3 weeks since everything. Since Lola fell into a coma. But here was, standing outside her own body. In all white and confused. She looked around and saw she was in a hospital.

What happened? How did she get there?

She turned and saw her body in that hospital bed. Tubes and such covering her mouth and nose, iv drips in her arm and it looked like she was hooked up to a machine.

Lola frowned. She couldn’t be dying. She just couldn’t.

Probably a near death experience. But why can’t she remember what happened?

Her thoughts were interrupted when someone walked in. She turned to the door and saw her second oldest son, Jason walk in. He looked worn out.

His blue eyes looked dark, hair a bit disheveled, and he looked like he was crying.

Lola watched as he sat at the chair by her bed. He gently grabbed her limp hand. Lola looked down at her own, feeling his hand in hers. She looked up back at Jason.

“Hey ma,” he whispered, shakily. “How they treating you here? Good I hope,”

It broke her heart to see her baby boy in so much pain. She wishes she could yell, hug and kiss him and let him know she’s alright. But she couldn’t. All she could do was watch.

Jason swallowed a sob and wiped a tear away. “Nothing’s the same without you, you know?…..Dick hates himself, Tim…..he’s closing off everyone, Damian hasn’t said a word since and Bruce…”

Lola waited anxiously on the news off her husband. But Jason just bowed his head and cried quietly.

“He’s worse….” he finally said. “He’s more angry than usual, he knows who did this to you and he wants them dead.”

If Lola was able to make herself known to him, he would see her standing at the other side of the bed, whiter than her long sleeved dress she’s wearing.

She didn’t want Bruce to break his code. No matter the circumstances.

“Alfred stopped him,” he said. Lola sighed in relief. “He told him what you said to him all those years ago….‘Killing will make you no better than them so forgive them and move on…Because if you don’t, you’re gonna live the rest of your life in hate and anger’”

She smiled softly at her own words. Once she wakes up, she had to thank Alfred.

“I know Bruce won’t forgive Talia,” Jason said harshly.

Lola frowned. Talia? What about her? Was she the reason she was like this?

“I don’t….and neither does anyone else.“he continued on harshly before his voice turned soft again. “Please….don’t leave me…”

He started crying again. His voice sounded small and scared. Lola’s tears fell silently with him.

“I don’t want to see another day without you,” his voice cracked as he gripped her hand. “I promise I’ll be a better son…a better brother just…don’t go,”

Few more days had passed since Jason’s visit. Lola sat there. On one of the chairs near the bed and watched as the nurses delivered more flowers and more flowers. It looked like a flower shop.

Lola looked at her half dead body. Her family must be so broken right now. She’d do anything to see them and tell them she’s okay.

Suddenly, the door opened and saw Barry?

She hadn’t seen him in a very long time. It was a surprise to see him. He had a somber look on his face. He held a bouquet of lilies in hand.

“Hey, Lo,” he said, waving at her body. Before realizing that it was ridiculous to wave at a half dead body. “Umm…I bought you flowers but I see everyone had the same idea,”

He looked around. Seeing the flowers all around and laid his next to a huge vase of red roses.

Barry walked over to the bed, standing next to the chair she was sitting on.

Lola smiled at him. He was always such an awkward guy but that added to his charm. She could see why Iris loved him.

“I came as soon as I heard,” he mumbled.”

Lola sighed. Any other time, she would be happy to see him but given the situation, she thought it would be inappropriate to smile happily. Not that they could see her.

“Iris wanted to come,” Barry said, fiddling with his fingers. “So did Cisco, Caitlin and the rest but umm. Iris could barely stop crying and same goes for everyone else…Wally was the worst.”

Lola sat there and watched him sadly ruffle his hair. “I was thinking….in a way, we all took you for granted,” He said, looking over her closed eyes.

“You’ve done so much for us all….Without complaints, without thinking of yourself and for that, I want you to know that I’m forever thankful,” Barry said as a tear fell from his eye. He fiddled with his fingers again. “I know you’ll pull through…you’re the strongest woman I have ever met. I know you’re a fighter. You’re a Wayne and Waynes don’t stay down.”

Barry chuckled dryly. Lola giggled a little.

Barry gave her one last look, taking her hand in his. “You’ll get through this….There’s too many lives that need you still….and I’m not ashamed to say I’m one of them,”

You Don’t Belong With Him - Negan & Carl Grimes Imagine

Part 2

Part 3

request: I adore your work💕 I was actually wondering if you could do a story(imagine?preference?) of reader X negan where the reader is like 17-18?and is apart of ricks group. The backstory would be like reader use to have feelings for Carl but Carl friend zone / rejected their feelings and now negan comes along and everytime he sees reader he would enjoy their company and tease the reader with sweet words and almost kisses and reader catches feelings, which makes Carl jealous af lol

a/n: everything italicized is a flashback from when the reader had a thing for carl

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)

word count: 1627

Alright, you can do this. You quickly walked up to the gates of Alexandria to greet Negan. This was something you thought you’d never have to deal with again. After meeting Rick when you were little, you always felt safe. Now… You were unsure. 

Alright, you can do this. You slowly walked up to Carl, unsure of how to address the subject. This was something you thought you’d ever have to deal with again. Boys. One boy in particular. You wanted to tell him how you’d felt for months, and you knew you had to do it soon. With the world’s current state of being, you didn’t have much time to tell him how you felt before something bad was bound to happen. 

“Hey, beautiful,” Negan said loudly from the opposite side of the gate. He leaned in and smirked at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“You talkin’ to me?” you snapped. “What’s your problem?” you asked sarcastically.

“Sure ain’t the view,” Negan sighed, rocking back on his heels. You stood confidently, not giving in to his manipulative mind games. You knew, though, that if Negan wanted you, he would take you. 

“In all seriousness, I want to talk to you about something,” Negan mumbled, his voice growing quieter so only you and a few other people could hear. Fear jolted throughout your body and limbs. Well, there went your confidence. 

“Hey, Carl?” you said quietly from behind him. He turned over his shoulder and smiled at you, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N),” Carl said with a smile. “What’s up?”

You took a deep breath and adjusted your shoulders, remembering Maggie’s advice. Be confident; Boys can’t resist a girl who knows what she wants and takes it.

“I really just want to talk about something,” you muttered. Well, there went your confidence. 

“I barely know you! There’s no way in hell you’re just gonna kill my friends, steal our shit, then take me back with you as a goddamn trophy! I won’t let that bullshit happen. You can sure as hell count on that. Do you have any idea what you’d put me through? Did you really expect me to say yes to your offer? Screw off,” you yelled, leaving Negan shocked. 

“Look, (Y/N), we’ve known each other for a really long time–and I care for you a lot. I just… I don’t want what happened to my dad to happen to us, you know? When my mom died, you saw him. You know how much it tore him apart. And Jessie, too. I don’t want that for us. Maybe if things were different, we’d work. I just care about you too much to risk that. I’m sorry,” Carl said gently, placing his hand on your shoulder before walking away. 

“Well, here’s the deal. Either you come back with me, or I kill someone. Anyone of my choice, and at the moment… I’m thinking cowboy,” Negan snarled, pointing his gun at Carl. His eye caught yours, and your breathing sped up. Sure, he let you down when you confessed everything to him, but you still cared for him.

“Fine,” you groaned, giving in to his threat. If he had killed Carl because of your defiance, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. “I’ll go with you, but I won’t be happy about it.”

“Ah, doll, you just give me time, and you’ll change your mind about that,” Negan grumbled. 

You nodded, for you were suddenly unable to speak to the boy you had grown to love. You had never felt so broken in your life. Of all the things you’d been through, you’d think a teenage heartbreak would be nothing. You’d be wrong.

 When you arrived at the Sanctuary, you were treated with a tour of the whole place. It was magnificent, really, how he had built this community from the ground up and given people a place to stay. These people didn’t just respect him–They worshipped him. They kneeled before him, and anyone who walked at his side was untouchable. 

When you first met Rick, you were introduced to everybody in the small group they had. It was amazing, really, how he had brought strangers together and given them hope. These people weren’t just his friends–They respected him. You were the only other kid in the group. Naturally, you and Carl were drawn to each other. You always felt safest when you were by his side. You knew he would keep you safe from all harm. 

“So, are you just gonna screw me all the damn time? Is that why I’m here?” you asked annoyedly. You had been through it before; the sexually suggestive comments, the inappropriate touches, and the filthy things that had been said to and about you. 

“God, no. I’ve got my wives for that. You… I want to get to know you,” Negan admitted, sitting down across from you and offering you some fruit.

You stared at him in disbelief. “You’re joking, right? Come on, if you want to screw me just do it. I’m not gonna sit around a goddamn table and talk about the weather with you like we’re friends. I hate your guts. I’d kill you if I could. You know that.”

“I just want to talk, really. I mean it. I’m not gonna make any moves on you,” he chuckled. For a moment, you caught yourself admiring the glint in his eyes, but you snapped yourself out of it before your mind could wander too far. 

“I don’t have many women who go on runs with me. I’ve seen you in your group; You’re tough. You could be of use to me, and I could give you whatever you want, as long as you stay here. This is a one time offer. I want you to really think about it before you just say no. You could really benefit from this-”

“I’ll do it.” Your bluntness took Negan by surprise, but he was delighted. 

When you arrived in Alexandria a week later, you had already assisted him with a few other communities, including the Hilltop and the Kingdom. You had never heard of it before, but you were greeted by Morgan, who informed you that Carol was okay. That was really a relief for you. Carl ran up to you with open arms, but Negan pointed the head of Lucille at his chest.

“Hands to yourself, cowboy,” he demanded. Carl was furious. You could tell. His mouth shut and he deeply and quickly exhaled clenching his fists at his sides. 

To your surprise, Negan came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. Your shoulders awkwardly hunched to avoid his touch, but Negan didn’t seem to notice. 

“I think it’s time to go,” he whispered. You sadly smiled at Carl, then followed Negan into the truck. He drove alone with you in one of the smaller cars. 

“So,” he began, his voice being the only audible sound other than the rocking of the tires beneath you, “What’s up with you and cowboy?”

You shook your head, fiddling with a bracelet on your wrist. “Nothing’s up.”

“Come on, darlin’. You really expect me to believe he just came runnin’ up to ya’ because you’re buddies. Did ya’?” Negan taunted. When you remained silent, his voice softened. “Tell me.”

You exhaled deeply before allowing him into your past. “I loved him. I really did. We were young, but I know I loved him. I’ve known him since we were little kids, and his dad saved my life countless times. He’s a good guy–Rick. Go easy on him. Anyways, Carl didn’t feel the same way, and we just kinda… drifted apart. Of course we still talked occasionally. How couldn’t we? We were neighbors in Alexandria. Rick almost had me move in with them.”

Negan’s eyes darted between you and the road ahead of him. It was obvious he actually cared about what you had to say. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

The next week, when you went to visit Alexandria, Negan let you call the shots. He said he ‘just wasn’t feeling up to it.’ You knew better. You were helping everyone load up the trucks when you felt his firm grip on your shoulder. He spun you around so you were facing him and placed his face an inch away from yours. 

“Cowboy’s been keepin’ an eye on you,” he whispered. You didn’t know what was taking over you, but you began to lean into him. Before you could kiss him, he stopped you. “Save it for later, sweetheart.”

When you returned to your work, you noticed the old sheriff’s hat perched upon Carl’s head. You smiled at him, but he just frowned at you. 

“You don’t belong with him,” he said boldly, stepping closer to you. 

“Carl, cut it out. He’s gonna get mad if he sees you talking to me,” you warned. 

“Well, Cowboy. If she doesn’t belong with me, then who does she belong with? You?” Negan was back behind you, this time, his hands were placed on your shoulder and your hip. You stiffened under his grip, but he squeezed you lightly, reassuring you into easing up. 

“I’m sorry, Carl. We have to get going,” you muttered, turning away from him and climbing into the truck. On your way out, Negan grabbed Carl’s hat and tossed it on the ground behind him. 

“Oops,” he shrugged, and joined you in the car. 

Originally posted by midqueenally

I’m making custom character tags for muses Lillie interacts with a lot, because why not?

friendly reminder that characters are not interchangeable and you can not give one characters story to another

hoopsheartthrob  asked:

👀 l o v e m e

send me 👀 + a ship ( platonic / romantic / hate ) & i’ll give you 3 headcanons!

1.Before the Fenton & Daffy Discourse 2k17:

After hanging out with Fenton for awhile, Lola starts to get a little….concerned. Everything feels a little too false. He just seems like a super nice guy but then every once in awhile, he’ll say something worrisome. ‘No one’s ever given me a birthday cake before, no one’s ever stood up for me before, I’ve never done this, you’re the first person who-’ and so on and so forth. And it makes her think, how has someone, so nice and considerate, never be treated like a basic person before? And after the Fenton & Daffy Discourse 2k17 she gets her answers. 

2. After the Fenton & Daffy Discourse 2k17:

Lola wants Fenton to start talking and start talking now. She’s not angry at him at all, because none of the things that happened or are happening, are his fault, but she won’t say she isn’t slightly miffed that he never told her all of these things and suffered alone. And once he’s spilled all his beans, even the stuff about his mom, who, he still lives with, I feel like Lola would offer to have him stay with her. Stay with someone who actually cares about him until he’s strong enough to live on his own. And at first, he’s extremely reluctant, but he can’t say no to Lola. 

3. After the Fenton & Daffy Discourse 2k17:

I like to think after the whole truth comes out, Lola would take Fenton under her wing to help kinda fill the voids that Fenton didn’t get to have and teach him how to act like an actual person who can talk about his feelings instead of bottling them up and swallowing them down. And also she often wonders how in the hell did someone like Fenton come out of two people like Daff and Ms. Crackshell.