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The Adrien Diaries...

29 Mar 2017

So excited! Today was AMAZING, for so many reasons! 

So, the Sailor Moon wand I ordered for Marinette arrived today (it had been on back order, and was delayed) and thanks to the delay on her order, my wand that looks like Tuxedo Kamen’s rose came in too! Natalie already confirmed that my weekend is free, so I’m going to give it to her tomorrow at school!

I can’t wait to see her reaction!

Also, I happened to overhear Mari and Alya discussing a new conditioner after lunch! I didn’t hear much aside from them debating how long to leave it on and the words “silky smooth”, but have you seen Mari’s hair? 

I asked Gorilla to pick me up some, and as luck would have it, they have a “for men” version! I’m going to try it out in the shower tomorrow, that way I don’t get bedhead.

I haven’t heard of Nair before, but I’ve got a good feeling about it!


-Adrien Brittle-Hair-Today-Gone-Tomorrow Agreste

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anonymous asked:

What if MC had a younger, maybe hotter, sister that tried to flirt and seduce everyone in RFA + V and Saeran?

Jesus Christ DO I HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH THIS *well she was like one of my best friends and jesus pent up aggression gonna be on this post LOL 

MOD Saeran happily serving you :) 

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Imagine...Meeting Cas For the First Time And Shamelessly Flirting With Him

This is for @impalaimagining Cheesy PickUp Line Challenge. I chose the prompts,Are those space pants? Because that ass is out of this world’, along withYour legs are like an Oreo Cookie - I wanna split them and eat all the good stuff in the middle’. 

Characters: Y/n, Cas, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Cas x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Mostly fluff, bit of violence and murdering of a witch, more fluff, crack, flirting, weird pick up lines, then sorta hinted at smut at the end.

Word count: 1951

Summary: When the Winchesters call for help, you’re the one who answers. But this time, they have a hot angel along for the ride, that just might make everything better. 

A/N: Ok, so, I don’t know what this is. It’s random as fuck, but I think it’s cute. It’s also the first proper thing I’ve written in a few weeks. So don’t judge too harshly. Hope u like it!!

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“Y’ello?”

You dragged the head to the pile of bodies in the middle of the room, the phone held up to your ear using your shoulder.

“Hey, y/n. We-uh-we kinda need your help”.

You rolled your eyes, knowing they’d only call you when they needed something.

Why would they just call to catch up?

“What is it this time?” you sighed, pouring the gasoline, before creating a trail that led outside.

“Well, we kinda need you to bail us out”.

“Bail you out? You morons got yourself arrested?”

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robronfanatic  asked:

22 please xx

you want sensitive? i can be sensitive!

“What’s up your arse today?” Aaron inquired, slouching down on the couch next to Robert, cup of tea and half a packet of digestives in hand. If he covered their couch in crumbs again, Robert was not going to be held responsible for his actions (well, his passive aggressive hoovering.)

“Hi Aaron, great to see you too, did you have a nice day?” Robert muttered in response, already in a bad mood before Aaron had even opened his mouth, his husband not exactly helping matters.

Aaron rolled his eyes, sticking his feet up on the coffee table. “You know, if you’d talk to me, instead of make snarky comments, maybe I’d know what was wrong with you,” he responded easily, eyes on the telly.

Robert couldn’t exactly blame Aaron for having no time for his moods, but he couldn’t exactly stop himself from huffing slightly, shifting himself up the couch and away from Aaron.

“Robert, if you’re going to act like a child, I can just keep watching telly while you throw a tantrum,” Aaron glanced over at him, soggy digestive still in his mug, the biscuit threatening to fall to pieces in the hot liquid.

“Sometimes,” Robert began, already feeling like an absolute idiot the second he opened his mouth. “Sometimes it feels like you treat me more like a mate than your husband.”

Aaron snorted, mouth full of biscuit as he replied. “What I did to you in the shower this morning is definitely not something mates do to each other,” he replied, hitting mute button on the television, pausing whatever episode of the Big Bang Theory that was blaring in the background.

Robert couldn’t hide his smirk, thinking of how Aaron had pinned him against the wall of the shower that morning and just fucked him for all he was worth, leaving him dazed and out of it for long enough that they ended up being late for work.

“Whats brought this on, eh?” Aaron nudged, chewing thoughtfully on another digestive, Robert about half a second away from saying there was dinner in the oven and he was going to ruin his appetite before he bit his tongue, realising it was an age old argument he was never going to win.

(Anyway, Aaron ate all around him 24/7 and never ruined his appetite - the perks of being twenty five, Robert supposed.)

“Bernice, she said we’re not very… sensitive with each other,” Robert said, wincing as the remembered the strange conversation he’d had with his sister that afternoon, newly qualified marriage counsellor Bernice Blackstock deciding that Aaron, Robert and their second marriage was going to be her pet project.

Aaron laughed. Properly, full-on belly laughed, the sound infectious, despite the half serious conversation they were attempting to have. “You’re listening to Bernice when it comes to how we should be acting now we’re married?” he snickered, taking a swig of her tea. “She is the person that stole Katie’s wedding dress and tried to get Andy to run away with her, I wouldn’t exactly think she’s the best person to take relationship advice from.”

“I know, but…” Robert trailed off, picking at a loose thread in the cushion. “I don’t know, sometimes you can be a bit matey. You said goodbye to me today by giving me a pat on the back!”

Aaron set his cup of tea down, shoving the biscuits down the side of the couch so he could focus on Robert, laughter evident on his now pretend serious expression, his eyes bright, and blue, and the kind of happy Robert had once convinced himself he’d never be the cause of again.

“So you want me to be more sensitive?” Aaron asked, tone mocking.

Robert sunk back in the couch, rolling his eyes. “You’re such a dick, I was just trying to be honest with ya,” he mumbled, knowing he’s only really felt insecure about it all because he’d spent the afternoon home, alone, and dwelling on it.

“No, you want sensitive, I can be sensitive,” Aaron laughed, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Robert’s neck, giving him a sickly sweet grin. “Hey baby, how was your day?”

Robert grimaced at the petname. “Don’t call me baby, you know I think it’s weird,” he mumbled in response.

“Baby, I’m just trying to be more sensitive,” Aaron gave him a shocked look, throwing a leg over Robert’s lap, pressing his whole body close to Robert. “I want us to sit her for the next hour while you tell me about every second of your day, and then I’ll very sensitively list off all the things I love about you, and then-“

“You’re such a pain in the arse,” Robert laughed, pinching Aaron’s sides, trying to duck away from the messy, slobbering kisses Aaron was pressing to every inch of his face, lips brushing against his cheeks, and chin, and earlobes.

“Don’t make fun of my sensitivity,” Aaron faked a pout. “I’m just trying to show you how much I love you, my…. teddy bear.”

“I think I’m actually going to be sick.”

“Sunshine? Sweetness? Oh, I have a good one - honeybuns,” Aaron grinned, looking absolutely delighted with himself as he came up with the worst pet names in the book, determined to take the absolute piss.

Robert couldn’t help himself as he laughed, shaking his head. “If you ever call me honeybuns again, I’m going to divorce you,” he said, wrapping his arms around Aaron’s waist, wandering fingers bunching up the end of his jumper, tracing patterns on his skin.

Aaron looked suddenly serious, their faces inches from each other as Aaron sat, comfortable in Robert’s lap. “You know how I feel about you,” he said quietly, fingers running through Robert’s hair, musing up the usually neat blond strands. “We don’t need to prove it to anyone else.”

“I know,” Robert said, knowing in his heart of hearts it was completely true, they had nothing to prove, not to each other, not to anyone else. “I just got in my own head a bit, I guess.”

“Well, if it happens again, talk to me,” Aaron grinned wickedly. “Schnookums.”

Robert rolled his eyes, holding tightly to Robert’s waist before he flipped them over, trapping Aaron against the couch with his weight, his husband laughing delightedly, clearly enjoying taking the piss. “Forget I said anything - baby.”

“See, it’s just weird when you do it,” Aaron wrinkled his nose, legs wrapped tightly around Robert’s waist, not letting him move an inch - not that he wanted to move an inch, lying on Aaron surprisingly comfortable.

Robert hummed his agreement. “Grown men shouldn’t ever say baby,” he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of Aaron’s neck. “I missed you this afternoon.”

“Me too,” Aaron admitted quietly, hands still running through Robert’s hair, his touch familiar, grounding. “I reckon we’ve got about a half an hour before Liv’s home to just lie here. Sensitive enough for ya?”

Robert smiled into Aaron’s neck, nodding as much as he could when he was effectively trapped underneath Aaron’s hands. “Good enough for now, anyway.”

George being jealous would involve...

A/N: Stay tuned for Fred tomorrow! Is there another one that you’d like to see? Send in your suggestions if you want! Draco and Newt are definitely planned, so hopefully I get the time to sit down and write my Headcanons. I had to crop this gif because it was simply to large. Original by adorable-phelps

Originally posted by adorable-phelps

Tagging @bookthrills because she wanted a tag :D

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Tried to Give a Menu to a Blind Guy....

Castiel hated his job but it paid for bills while he made his way through college. The worst part about it wasn’t the rude customers or the noise but the fact that it was a 24 hour restaurant and he normally got stuck with the late night shifts. Today in particular he’d been given a 9 pm - 2 am shift and it was killing him, especially since his day before this had consisted of three consecutive lectures where he’d nearly killed his hand trying to get all the notes down. His life wasn’t ideal right now but he only had a few more months left until he was done with college and could start looking for another job with his degree.

His face was buried in his arms as he slumped over the hostess stand, dozing off a bit. He was the only waiter on staff right now because how many people are going to come into a restaurant at one in the fucking morning. The bell that was situated at the top of the entrance rang and woke him up, signalling that some people were coming in. Blinking, he rubbed his eyes and walked around the stand and grabbed two menus and handed them to the men who had just entered. In his sleep deprived state he’d failed to notice that one of the guys he’d handed a menu to was wearing black sunglasses and holding a cane. A moment of silence passed before the man made a comment, snapping Castiel out of his autopilot state.

“Oh…yes…I’ll just read this.” said the man, unfolding the menu and pulling it closer to his face.

Castiel looked up and really took the man in. The glasses and walking stick now seemed extremely obvious to him and he laughed at the comment. Normally he would have apologized but he was so tired at the moment that he honestly didn’t care. He tried taking the menu back but the man held onto it stubbornly and, despite knowing the man couldn’t see him, Castiel raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, why are you taking away my menu? I need to see my options here, don’t I?” said the man, flashing a grin. The man behind him looked equal parts embarrassed and amused.

“Of course. Let me show you to your table. Just follow me.” said Castiel who wasn’t sure whether his response was fueled by wanting to continue the joke or because he felt half dead.

Two sets of footsteps followed him and he got the men a booth, watching as the one with long hair tried to help the blind man into the seat, the blind man pushing him off with a comment of ‘I’m blind, not in a wheelchair.’ Castiel couldn’t help but smile at the exchange and stepped closer to the table, holding out his notepad and pen so he could write down the order.

“Can I start you off with anything to drink?” he asked, eyes focused on the white, lined paper

“Uh, yeah. I’ll take a water. Dean?” said the man with the longer hair.

“I’ll have a coke.” said Dean, staring intently at the menu. The thing that really gave away that he couldn’t see it, though, was the fact that he was holding it upside down and was 'looking’ at the front of the menu.

Castiel gave a soft chuckle and wrote the drinks down before walking off. He filled up the glasses and walked back over to the table carrying the drinks, his order book safely tucked back into his pocket. Carefully, he set the drinks down and stepped back again.

“So, have you guys decided what you would like to order?” asked Castiel, hand already reaching for his order book again.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll have the cobb salad and he’ll take the double bacon cheeseburger.” said the man with longer hair, folding his menu up and then snatching the one Dean was holding.

“Aw, Sammy. I get all tingly when you take control like that.” said Dean, leaning back into the booth with an easy smile on his face.

Castiel smiled and wrote the orders down before walking away and handing the piece of paper to the line. It occurred to him that the two men could be a couple. It certainly seemed possible with how they acted married and the one named Sam seemed to be very doting on Dean. A smile came to his face again at that thought. Castiel himself didn’t really do relationships. It wasn’t because he had commitment issues but that no one really interested him. He’d lost his virginity to a girl named Meg at a college party when he’d overestimated his ability to hold his liquor. That was basically just a blur of memories, some of which he wasn’t sure were even real.

That was as far as he’d gotten in that part of his life and he was fine with it. He was focused, going to school and determined to get a degree and be successful in life. He did sometimes have a bit of an ache for a companion but he just told himself he’d get to that later in his life. After all, he was only 25 and on the cusp of getting his Bachelors degree. He had his whole life in front of him to worry about finding a significant other.

The sound of the bell being hit repeatedly snapped him out of his haze and he looked over at the annoyed looking chef. Castiel held up a hand in apology before taking the plates and walking back out to the main dining room. Just to be sure, he spared a quick glance over at the hostess stand just to see if any one else had walked in while he’d been stuck in his head. Thankfully, no one else was there and he breathed an inner sigh of relief.

When he arrived at the table he was serving, he set the plates down in front of the people they belonged to.

“There you go. Call me if you need anything.” said Castiel, putting on his best attempt at a winning smile.

“Oh, this looks fantastic.” said Dean, suppressing the urge to burst into a fit of giggles.

Castiel was about to say he was glad the food looked good to him before he remembered, once again, that he was speaking to a blind man. He couldn’t help the string of chuckles that escaped his mouth, his shoulders moving with every one.

“See, Sammy. He thinks I’m funny.” said Dean, pointing in the approximate direction of Castiel.

“Yes, yes. You’re a damn comedian. Eat your burger.” said Sam, opening his napkin to get to his silverware.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you two been together?” asked Castiel, feeling curious.

Dean, who had just taken a bite of his burger, started to choke on it a bit. A fit of coughing and hacking later, he was wiping his mouth off and looking over at Castiel. “Excuse me?”

“How long have you two been together? You seem like a nice couple.” said Castiel, confused as to why that question had brought on the choking response. Off to the side, he could see Sam with an awkward look on his face and focusing his eyes on his salad.

“Oh, we’re not….we’re brothers. See, Sam. This is what happens when you treat me like your wife.” said Dean, his face screwed up in what Castiel could only assume was a glare.

“Yes, because being nice is treating you like my wife. Shutup and eat your burger, jerk.” said Sam, giving Dean an annoyed look before stabbing his fork into the salad.

“Why don’t you shut up, bitch.” mumbled Dean, looking down at his meal and grabbing his burger again.

“Oh…I’m sorry about the assumption. I’ll just…go.” said Castiel, face flushed and feeling like he wanted to throw himself into a fire.

He didn’t show his face back at that table until he saw Sam waving his hand for what he could only assume was the check. Castiel got the receipt printed out and walked over to the table, setting it down along with a pen. “Here’s the check. I hope you had a satisfactory meal.” said Castiel, a tight lipped smile forming on his face.

He backed away from the table, watching as they paid before going towards the exit. Castiel, like always when he worked a late shift, was leaned against the hostess stand. He was drifting away in his mind away when he felt someone tapping him. Thinking it was his boss, he straightened up and put a professional face on before turning around. Instead of his boss, however, he saw Dean.

“Hey, can I get a name to go with the sexy voice?” asked Dean.

Castiel was caught off guard for a few seconds and just stared at him, his mouth opening and closing. He was sure that guy would want nothing to do with him after making the assumption that he’d been involved romantically with his brother.

“Oh..um…Castiel.” he said after clearing his throat.

“Castiel, huh? Well, that’s a long ass name. I’ll shorten it to Cas. So, Cas, would you be free Friday night?” asked Dean, a smile spreading across his face.

“Friday actually isn’t a good day for me.” said Castiel, seeing Dean’s face fall. “I’m off on Sunday, though.”

“Sunday it is then. Here’s my number.” said Dean, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to Castiel.

It wasn’t until the two men had left that Castiel spared a glance at the piece of paper. On it, sure enough, was a phone number and a little note from Sam saying 'good luck.’ Yep, they were brothers alright.

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You arrived in Charming like a storm.
Chaos followed you everywhere you went. You were young, single, and you liked to live, never staying in one town for more than a few months. Your body was filled with tattooes, mostly from drunken nights. Some had meaning, but most of them were spur of the moment. You didn’t regret any of them, hell you didn’t regret anything.
Life was a story, and you wanted to make sure every page was worth reading.
You did what you wanted, got what you wanted, never caring about the aftermath.
You didn’t have anything holding you down, and anytime times got hard, or lonely, or you messed up badly, you would rise from the ashes and move on to another town.
You’d come to Charming knowing you had an old friend here.
Julian was your best friend in high schools brother, and you’d always been close before you left home. There was nothing romantic between the two of you, you just got on well, him being almost as wild as you.
You were meeting him at a local bar that night and you strode through the doors oozing confidence with every step.
“(Y/n)!” Julian shouted as he saw you, lifting you in his arms and spinning you around. You tilted your head back and laughed, your hair falling down your back.
“Hey Juju!” You laughed. “Long time no see!”
“Your telling me!” He smiled at you, placing you back on the floor.
He swung his arm over your shoulder and you sat at the bar together.
You ordered six shots of tequila and sat on a stool.
“I don’t drink tequila.” Julian told you as the bartender prepared your drinks.
“Who said they were for you?” You smirked at him, lifting a shot, and pouring it down your throat.
He laughed and shook his head.
“You haven’t changed.”
You winked at him as you downed another, then downed all of them and ordered another six.
The two of you talked for hours, laughing together at the bar as you got drunk.
It was after midnight when a man approached and sat down next to you.
You turned towards him and raised an eyebrow.
He was good looking, short brown hair, gentle face and he had tattoos on his neck. You had a weakness for tattooed men. The more the better.
“You gonna buy me a drink or just stare at me?” You asked, looking at him through your long lashes.
He smirked and called over the bartender.
It was easy for you, flirting with strangers.
Maybe it was the tequila, maybe it was your body, maybe it was the way confidence radiates from you. Guys were drawn to you, they always had been, and you loved it.
You were a man eater, getting what you needed from them and throwing them aside. You’d never had a boyfriend, and you’d never wanted one. You didn’t want to be tied down.
You flirted with him for a while, and eventually ended up going home with him. His name was Damian Smith or something, you couldn’t exactly remember his last name and you didn’t care to ask again.
The sex was good, it always was with you. You knew what you were doing. He gave you his number and you left in the morning, walking back to your hotel.
It wasn’t a walk of shame, it never was.
You walked proudly, holding your head high and carefree.


A week had passed since your first night in Charming. You’d spent most of the week getting drunk at different bars, sleeping with different men and waking up with hangovers. You loved your life, no one could judge you for the way you lived, because you had no shame in it.
You were sitting in your hotel room, smoking a joint as you nursed your throbbing head.
Tequila always gave you hangovers but you loved it anyway, loved the way it burned down your throat, loved the taste.
You spent the morning lounging around the room, getting high and watching tv.
It was mid afternoon when you decided to text Damian, the guy from your first night.
You normally didn’t hook up with the same guy twice, but you were horny and he was cute.
You rummaged through your bag and found the napkin he had written his number on.
You were about to dial it when you got an idea. You smirked as you stripped down into just your panties, grabbing your phone and switching it to camera.



Happy sat around the bar with his club, drinking beers and smoking after a long day.
He smirked as his brothers talked, they were teasing the new prospect and Happy was loving it.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he grabbed it out.
Unknown Number. 
He frowned slightly and opened the message, his jaw clenching as he looked at the image on his screen.
The photo was of a girl, wearing nothing but her panties, one hand covering her bare breasts and biting her lips. The only message with the picture was just a simple ’😉’.
Happy felt his jeans suddenly become tighter as he looked over the picture.
He didn’t know who she was, but damn was she sexy.
Happy had slept with a lot of women but he was sure he would remember sleeping with this one. He studied the photo, looking at her face and her body and still didn’t know her. But he wanted to.
He rolled a toothpick between his lips, contemplating his next move when another message came through.
Happy twirled the toothpick as he opened it and saw another photo.
This time the girl laid on the bed, on her side, showing her perfectly rounded ass in red lacy panties. Her hand cupped her breast and Happy felt his pants grow tighter as he studied the photo, looking at her tattooes and her perfect curves. The message with it read ’Round two?
Daamn brother, who is that?!” Tig asked, looking over his shoulder.
Happy shook his head, not taking his eyes off the girl.
“I don’t know.” He said. “I’ve never met her.”
“You sign up to some seedy site Hap?” Juice asked mockingly, peering at the photo too.
Happy snapped his head up and shoved the phone into his pocket before he stormed to his dorm room, as Tig and Juice laughed at him.
He sat on his bed and pulled his phone out again, staring at the photos before typing a message.


You lounged around your room, sitting in just your panties waiting for Damian to reply.
Your phone buzzed and you reached for it, smirk on your face as you opened the text. You frowned slightly as you read the message.
You got the wrong number little girl
You sighed and tossed the phone on your bed and pulled your jeans on.
Oh well, you’d just go to the bar and find someone else to fuck tonight.


You slammed your hands against the steering wheel of your shitty car.
“Piece of shit!” You yelled, pulling your hair into a high ponytail as you got out, slamming the door.
You leaned against it and pulled out your phone, ringing Julian.
“Hey (y/n)!” He answered the phone cheerfully.
“Jujuuu I neeeed you.” You purred through the phone.
You heard him laugh on the other end, “What have you done this time?”
You smirked and told him that your car wouldn’t start, swearing and telling him that you were gonna set it on fire.
He laughed again, “Calm down, (y/n). Where are you? I can’t leave work but il ring Teller Morrow, they can come tow you.”
You told him where you were, thanking him and making kiss sounds into the mouthpiece.
“Your crazy, (y/n). Look I gotta get back to work but il ring them, they shouldn’t be long.”
“Okay Juju. And thankyou. Il buy you a beer or twelve.”
He laughed and said his goodbye.
You hung up the phone, sliding it into the pocket of your tight ripped shorts.
You reached into the window, pulled out your cigarettes then hopped onto the hood of the car, lighting your smoke.
Ten minutes later you saw a tow truck pull up.
You stayed on the hood of your car, sunglasses on, your elbows leaning back.
The black crop top you wore showed off your stomach and your tattooes.
You eyed the man that got out of the truck, he was tall, dark curly hair and wore a leather vest with a patch reading ‘Sons of Anarchy’.
You raised an eye brow. A biker? You liked bikers- they knew how to fuck. You smiled and raised your hand, lifting your glasses and resting them on top of your head.
“Hey handsome.” You called as he walked up to you.
He saw your face and froze for a moment, before smirking and stopping infront of you, staring at your body and face.
You thought nothing of it, you were used to people staring at you.
“Hey yourself, gorgeous.”
You smirked back at him and sat up, showing off your cleavage as you rested your elbows on your knees.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here?” He asked you.
You smiled at him sweetly and looked at him through your long lashes.
“Waiting for you.” You winked.
He chuckled lightly. “Won’t start?”
“Nope!” You told him, swinging your legs off the car and standing. “Fucking piece of shit.”
He laughed again.
“Hop in sweetheart, I’ll get her hooked up and we can get out of here.”
You did as you were told.
Quickly after he jumped in the truck and you started the drive back to the shop.
“You from Charming?” He asked you, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye..
“Nope! Just passing through.”
“How long ya been here, sweetheart?”
“Bout a week.” You told him.
He smirked as you said that, and you raised an eye brow, watching him curiously.
He couldn’t wait to get to TM. Happy and the rest of the club were there, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when he walked in with the girl from the photos.
“What’s your name?”
“(Y/n).” You answered as you wound the window down and let the wind blow onto your face. “You?”
“Tig. Welcome to TM.” He said as he pulled the truck into the lot.
He parked in front of the garage and you eyed the line of motorcycles.
“You can go into the office, paperwork and that.” He told you as he got out.
You stepped out of the truck and thanked Tig, before strutting towards the office.
You filled out the forms and walked out and headed towards Tig, who was standing near a picnic table. He stood with another biker, young, with a Mohawk and tattoes on his scalp.
They stood huddled together and were.. giggling?
Fuck kinda outlaws are these? You thought to yourself.
They looked up as you approached, huge grins on both their faces.
You put your hands on your hips and smiled at Tig.
“The cars gonna be a few hours at least. Maybe a few days. Why don’t you come inside sweetheart, have a drink with your new friend.” He winked at you.
“I’m Juice.” The young guy said, smiling widely.
You smiled back at him. “(Y/n).”
“Pretty name for a pretty face.” He replied, eyeing your body.
“Oh honey,” you told him and stepped closer, patting his chest. “You think a line like that’s gonna work on me?”
He blushed as Tig laughed and opened the door.
“Cmon in.”
You pinched Juices cheek softly and stepped around him, walking through the doors of the clubhouse.
Around a dozen men sat around the room and they all turned towards you as the three of you walked in.
You watched as some of their mouths dropped when they saw you.
What is with these guys? You thought. You were used to male attention, but this was getting a bit weird.
“Chucky! Get this lovely girl a drink!” Tig called to a kind looking man, obviously not a member, with mechanical hands.
“Tequila, please.” You smiled at the man and he nodded at you as he walked towards the bar, saying something about accepting that.
You followed Tig to the bar, and sat on a stool next to a handsome blond. You eyed him and raised an eyebrow at his President patch.
These guys might have been acting strange, but damn, they were good looking.
“Hey darlin. I’m Jax.” He smirked at you.
“(Y/n).”
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you pulled it out, reading the message from Julian asking if you were okay.
“That’s a nice phone, (y/n).” Tig said, making juice snigger and Jax turned his head to hide his smirk.
“Okay guys, what the fucks going on?” You asked as Chucky passed you a tequila.
You slammed it down your throat and handed the glass back to him, for another.
You watched as the three men around you smiled goofily, not saying anything.
Movement caught your eye and you looked up as another man in a patch walked out of a hallway.
He wore a white Tshirt and his leather, toothpick in his mouth as he walked through the room. He had a mean look on his face and seemed to radiate danger and mystery. You eyed his muscly tattooed arms and licked your lips as you watched him, Jesus Christ this guy was sexy.
“Hey Hap!” Tig and Juice called in unison.
The man snapped his head around, looking at his brothers and you saw his dark eyes widen slightly as he saw you.
The three men around you grinned like children as they looked between you and this man.
He started walking towards you and you held his gaze.
Tig and Juice began to giggle as they huddled together.
“(Y/n), this is Happy. But I think you might already know each other.” Jax said, smirking at you and winking.
You frowned slightly and met Happys stare.
“Hi little girl.” He spoke lowly, his voice raspy.
Little Girl.
Suddenly the others behaviour made sense as a lightbulb went off in your head.
“You’re the wrong number, aren’t you?” You asked, raising your eyebrows towards Happy and smirking now too.
“Mmhmm.” He licked his lips and eyed your body hungrily.
You threw your head back and laughed.
“Well, mr Wrong Number, if you play your cards right you might get to see more than just a few photos.” You said, winking at him.
Tig and Juice laughed, and slapped the mans shoulder and walked off, Jax joining them and leaving the two of you alone.
Your back was facing the bar and you leant back on your elbows, running your eyes over Happys body.
He leant towards you slowly and you tilted your head slightly, never breaking eye contact. He leant closer and you felt his hot breath on your lips as he inched closer to your face.
A smirk stretched across his lips slowly and he reached behind you, grabbing a beer and pulling back from you suddenly.
Okay, you thought to yourself, if he wants to play games with you, you’ll play along.
But you never lost.


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RICK’S DAUGHTER: PART TWO

*in this series, Negan does not have any wives except you, but they are still at the sanctuary. You were more than upset with Negan, not only had he paraded you around in front of your dad like some prize that he had won, he had killed two people from his group and taken one man back to the sanctuary with him. You didn’t like that he was exploiting your family, leaving them with two dead members and next to nothing. No food, guns or medical supplies, it wasn’t fair but you knew Negan had done it for you. The sanctuary was running out of painkillers and vitamins in the stock, because you had to take so many as pregnancy wasn’t treating you so well. You just felt bad that you were practically stealing them from your family, even if you weren’t doing it personally.


“Do I want you to in pain? No. Do I want something to happen to the baby or you? No. Do I want you to become ill? No. So, oh beautiful wife of mine, you will take that painkiller and be content as I go out and provide for you and our future child.”


You and Negan had been arguing quite a bit for the past few weeks, you hated the way he was treating your family. He knew it, but he couldn’t let up. If he did, they could fall out of line and with his baby on the way, that was the last thing he needed to be dealing with. You had been hanging out with a woman called Sherry who was married to Dwight, one of Negan’s top guys. She had been helping you throughout the pregnancy; having a woman to speak to about the baby was therapeutic. Unfortunately, Negan didn’t understand half the things you had to deal with, but Sherry could better recognize the struggles of being a mom in the apocalypse.

You had been explaining how bad your morning sickness was getting, asking if she knew of anything that could ease the pain when you saw Negan walking towards the barrier of the balcony, looking down at everyone. They began to get on to one knee to bow to him and the room went silent, all eyes on Negan, you not having bow with everyone else.  He had told you that as far as he was concerned you were equal to him and people should respect you as such, the members of the sanctuary already knew that, being Negan’s wife it was a given that they should hold you at the same place as Negan, above them all. 

You looked up at your husband, eyes widening when you saw who he had with him. You could see Carl beside him with his white cloth eye patch and dad’s sheriff hat. He looked directly at you, a small smile creeping up on his face before his eyes wandered to your stomach, the smile falling off his faster than it came on. He didn’t regard you as the enemy but he had to keep an eye on you, if Negan could persuade you to leave your whole family behind to marry him, he would use that power against you again.

“The saviors have gone out into the world, fought the dead and come back with some really good stuff.” Negan announced to the loyal followers, all still bowing down, showing respect to him. “Some of that stuff can be yours, if you work hard and play by the rules.” He briefly looked over at Carl, before turning back to the crowd. “Today, everybody gets fresh vegetables at dinner, no points needed.” Everyone began to murmur amongst themselves, while clapping at the announcement. Negan twisted around back to Carl, saying something inaudible before shouting. “As you were!” he said, walking away from the balcony. 

He looked around the crowd, locking eyes with you. He motioned you to come over to him, as Carl was trailing behind him. You followed behind Carl, to yours and Negan’s room. Negan lead you both into the room, before motioning Carl and you to sit. You sat next to Negan, faced towards Carl. You felt like letting all your emotions out and running over to give Carl a hug but you knew you couldn’t. “So, you two have a lot of catching up to do. I’ll let you have your time, 10, 20 minutes, I’ll see how I feel.” He patted your leg, before standing up and walking out of the room. 

You looked over at Carl, there was a large tension in the room, and you could both feel it. You were both fighting for different sides, even if you were family. “How’s dad?” you asked, in a quiet voice trying to start some sort of conversation. “How do you think he is? He knows you’re alive, married and pregnant to the man who’s taking everything from us Y/N?!” Carl began to get angry, he felt bad because it wasn’t your fault but it was your husband doing it. “I’ve tried Carl! I told him I didn’t want him taking stuff from you because you’re my family! He’s just worried and stressed because of the baby, he just wants me to have everything I need, and I can’t fault him for that! That is how a husband should treat his wife!” you told him, becoming frustrated with Carl. “I understand that he killed two of your group and I am sorry for that but I can’t sympathize with you! I didn’t know them, I never met them. Your group killed a hell of a lot more people from our group than Negan did. He only killed two, he could have killed more. He doesn’t enjoy killing people, Carl! He had to do it to show you all what happens if you don’t follow the rules.” You tried to explain, but Carl wasn’t having it. He huffed, looking away from you.

 “You have a baby sister. Mom died giving birth to her, I had to put a bullet in her head to stop her from turning. She’s a few months old.” You felt your eyes tearing up, a baby sister?


“Honey, what do you want from Santa this Christmas?” Your mother asked you, with your dad recording on a video camera. “A little brother or sister! So, I can play with them and sing them songs and take care of them!” you giggled, as your mother and father looked at each other. “Looks like we need to get busy, darlin’”


“Oh my god, a baby sister?” you asked, tears now freely running down your face. Carl nodded, shocked by your reaction. He didn’t think this would affect you so much. In all honesty, he thought Negan had turned you fully against them all, meaning that you wouldn’t care about Rick or himself.

The door slammed open, Negan entering with Lucille on his shoulder and a bottle of whisky in his other hand. “All caught up babe?” he asked, noticing the dried up tears on your rosy cheeks. “What did this little shit say to make you cry?” you sniffled, looking at Negan as he took his seat back next to you. He placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him, smirking at Carl. “He didn’t say anything, knock it off.” You told him, hoping he’d lay off Carl. “I can’t do this; it’s like talking to a birthday present! I gotta see what grandma got me, take that shit off!” Negan laughed, staring down Carl. 

He took off his hat, placing it at the side of him. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to Carl.” You told him, before Negan shouted, pointing his finger at you. “Two men, Y/N! He shot two of my men dead, there has to be a punishment.” He turned back to Carl who was unwrapping the bandage from around his head; the patch came off, his long brown hair covering the open wound. He tucked his hair behind his ear, showing the large gaping wound to you and Negan. You gasped, putting a hand over your mouth, feeling the tears coming again. “Christ! That is disgusting; no wonder you cover that up. Have you seen it? I mean have you looked in the mirror, that is gross as hell! I can see your socket, can I touch it? Come on, can I touch it?” Negan taunted Carl, as he began to sniffle. You sobbed, getting up and walking over to Carl, pulling him into an embrace. “Get out Negan, you’ve over stepped your line.” You spat at your husband, disgusted by the way he spoke to your family. Negan’s face dropped, looking almost regretful. He knew he had gone over the limit and his woman was going to have his ass for it.

“Holy hell, kid. Look… I just, it’s easy to forget your… your just a kid. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything, I was just screwing around.” He sighed, looking up at you. You glared at him, pointing to the door. “Get out.” You demanded sternly, Negan knowing he was going to have to grovel to get himself out of this one. “Baby, I didn’t me-.” You shook your head at him. “If you didn’t mean it you wouldn’t have said it, Negan. Now, this is the last time I’m going to ask. Get out.” He got up from his seat, looking at you before walking back out of the room.

Carl realized the sort of power you held over Negan, not only by being his wife but carrying his baby. He knew it would be a valuable asset for the Alexandria group and decided to remember it for later.

PART THREE

Hi my name is Magneto Max Magnus Joseph Erik Eisenhardt and I have short (sometimes long when Im Joseph) white hair and magnetic powers (that’s how I got my name) with a red and purple suit and a long cape that reaches my ass (Charles tells me it’s amazing). Some people say I look like Charles Xavier and if you don’t know who that is, get out. He is a major hottie

Trust Me (Part One)

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary: The boys plan to put Lucifer back in the cage gets interrupted by your and his chemistry…also you’re clumsy.

Warnings: Small amounts of swearing

Notes: This is mostly dialog and witty banter and flirting between the reader and Lucifer. I know Lucifer and the cage was seasons ago but i just had this idea and decided to go through with it anyways. I also get that geologically this may not make sense but i tried lol 


“Alright Sam and i will go deal with Lucifer, y/n you stand guard in case anymore demons show up.” 

Castiel had tracked Lucifer to some abandoned grain mill in the mountains of Utah. Since you were familiar with the area the boys called you for help. Sam was excited to have your company again but Dean would rather spoon with the devil. He thought you had a few screws loose but hey, who’s to say he was wrong? Either way it didn’t matter, you were an excellent hunter and the boys needed your help.

*FLASHBACK*

You had led the guys on a three day hike through the mountains before the mill was within sight. “We’re hereeee!” You threw your hands in the air and danced around. “H-How..can you..p-possibly-dear god kill me!” Dean collapsed against a boulder and struggled to catch his breath. Sam, though not nearly as bad, was hunched over with his hands on his knees. “Seriously, how do you have so much energy?” You laughed and skipped over to them, “Why wouldn’t i?” “Why? Y/n we just climbed through mountains. Actual mountains!” “Yeah wasn’t it great?!” Sam huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “We’ll catch our breathes, rest a while, then run through the plan before tonight, sounds good?” “Whatever you say Sammy,” you strode off behind some rocks, “i’m gonna go take a piss, maybe a shit, who knows.” Dean glared at his brother, “We..are n-not..inviting her..anywhere(!)..ever again.”


Once dark it was time to get to work. “Okay are you ready? Sam?” “Ready.” “Y/n?” “Ready.”

There was a long silence as you finished tucking your last strands of runaway hair into your mask. It took a minute for you to notice the audience. You looked between both men, “…It’s gonna take more than that to get me in bed you know that right? Sorry but that Winchester charm doesn’t work on me you got the wrong bimbo.” “Y/n,” “Yes Dean,” “what exactly do you think you’re wearing?!” “Um, my hunting outfit?” “Don’t you mean your Halloween costume from the seventh grade?” “What?!” “Y/n you’re wearing a bunny mask for crying out loud!” “So?!” “SO?! We’re about to confront the literal devil and you look like a holiday hooker!” You rolled your eyes at Dean. “First off,” you pointed to your shorts, “the short shorts give me mobility and flexibility needed to kick ass.” You pointed to your chest, “The crop top, basically the same thing. It’s light weight, can’t slow me down, or be used against me…also its super cute.” Then you pointed to your head, “And the mask keeps my hair out of the way. Also no one can grab it nor can it get snagged on something.” “And the bunny ears?” “They’re cute.” “But they’re big and floppy-!” “Dean! We really don’t have time for this. Y/n you look great.” “Thank you Sammy.” “Okay, let’s go then.”


Getting in wasn’t too difficult, just a couple of demons, but the closure you got to where Lucifer was the more demons appeared. The three of you split up and agreed to meet back in the foyer of the main hall. You were the first to make it there. A few minutes later Sam stumbled down the stairs. “All good?” “Yeah. You?” “Good, good. Where’s Dean?” You just shrugged. What felt like hours the sounds of screams slowly grew louder. There was nothing but the sound of footsteps for a few seconds before Dean limped around the corner. Sam ran to his side, “Are you okay?” “Yeah, i’ll be fine. You guys ready?” 


*PRESENT*

Things were fairly dull waiting outside. Occasionally you’d hear some muffled arguing but nothing to raise alarm. Eventually you gave up and slumped against the wall, throwing pebbles and whatever trash was around across the room. The fun was cut short, like always, by Dean; You heard your name being belched from Dean the same way he always did when he was annoyed. You stopped throwing things and returned to boredom. Thankfully you heard some demons approaching fast. ‘Thank god, something to do.’


 Sam and Dean were starting to lose patience with Lucifer’s antics and smart remarks. They were ready to give up and go with plan b but then heard the rising commotion outside. Lucifer just seemed annoyed by it, “If you guys could kill each other quickly that’d be great we’re busy in here.” The doors flew open and you with it. You stumbled to your feet, “Y/n-!” “Nope! No i’m fine i got this Sam,” you waved him back, “just a little bit of foreplay. Gotta loosen these guys up, that one’s a stiff but i’m sure i can convince him to let me around back. Isn’t that right hot stuff?” You blew a kiss at one of the demons that followed you in. They quickly attacked you but one after another they fell. Lucifer rolled his eyes, “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock-” before they grew huge. You had some cuts and bruises but were still in great shape. One of the demons had ripped your mask off, freeing your fairy tale length y/h/c hair. It danced around your knees and was dusted in blood and dirt. 

“Oh,” You sauntered over to join the men. Lucifer looked you up and down like a starving lion. “Oohh hello,” you winked at the little devil, “yes. I like you,” Lucifer growled, “hereee little lamb.” You giggled and gave him a suggestive look, much to the brothers disgust. He starts towards you but the Sam and Dean are quick to block his path, “Nu uh, leave her out of this.” Lucifer didn’t even skip a beat, he casually flicks his wrist throwing the boys out of his way, and continues towards you. You wait patiently while he circles you, inspecting every inch. Occasionally he let out a throaty growl that sends shivers down your spine. He finally stops in front of you. “Hello.” You scrunch your face, “Don’t tell me what to do.” “What.?” The two of you stood staring at each other. Lucifer was trying to get inside your head and figure you out. You were struggling to remember the theme song to Seinfeld. “I find you very interesting.” You shrug, “Well, yeah, i guess that’s an interesting letter. Nothing compared to ‘q’ though let me tell you-” “Y/n.” “Yup. Sorry.” You’d forgotten about Sam and Dean.

 They skulked a few feet off, trying to keep their distance from Lucifer, but not too far that they couldn’t help you. “Look do we have a deal or what?” Lucifer took his eyes off of you for the first time since you came in the room. “Oh i’m sorry Sam, is this making you jealous? Don’t worry, i’ll make it up to you later.” Sam nearly threw up, “Please don’t.” he whispered. 

“Anyways,” he turned his attention back towards you, “are you the newest member of ‘team free will’? Can i expect to see more of you?” “Ha! They wish. Personally i like a bit of domination; someone telling me what to do-” “Oh-!” “Yeahhh,” you blew him a kiss, “but no, i’m just a friend-wait no! I’m…i’m like the third powerpuff girl.” You leaned in and whispered, “Dean’s buttercup. Sshh.” Being a celestial being, Lucifer of course had no idea what you were talking about, but he admired you and failed to contain his amusement. “Interesting.” He circled you once more, this time dragging his fingers through your hair. “This; your hair is very impressive.” “Thanks i grew it myself.” “Yeah that was my first guess. Any boyfriend?” “You move fast.” “I don’t like to waste time.” “You’re a celestial being, you don’t exist within the confines of time.” “Well when you know you know. And you’re way too gorgeous to be single. “You’re way too old to be flirting with me.” For the first time in maybe eternity Lucifer let out a genuine laugh. “Flirting?” “Flirting.”  “And that is…?” “This. This thing we’re doing.” “Oh well then yes i am,” you laughed, “and i could do a lot more too.” “Really?” “Mhm.”

By this point Lucifer had you wrapped in his arms and all things considered it didn’t feel wrong. “You know what?” “What little lamb?” “You remind me of string cheese.” “Hmm, how so?” “Well i don’t hate string cheese.” “Huh, well if that’s the case i would make sure you had an endless supply of this ‘string cheese’ you don’t hate. I could show you a good time in Hell y/n.” You clutched your chest, “You spoil me.” “Tell me little lamb, what would it cost to have my way with you hmm.” You thought for a minute. “Buy me a pizza-” “Y/n-!” “What Dean you ate mine! I deserve a pizza, a whole pizza! No more no less!” Dean shook his head, “Jesus christ can’t take you anywhere-” “Don’t you bring my half brother into this-”

“GUYS!”

You all stopped your babbling and listened to Sam. “We came here for one thing, to try and make a deal. Now do we have one or not.” The playful look that had been on Lucifer’s face disappeared as he showed the true face of the devil. “You know what. No. We don’t. Personally i’m getting tired of you two always poking in my business. Why make a deal when i can easily squish you both and get what i want too.” He started towards Dean but they had prepared for this. “Sam now!” Sam threw a match on the ground, igniting a holy fire devils trap. Enough oil was used that the fire tickled shoulder height. It quickly engulfed Lucifer but you being there wasn’t apart of the plan. “Well well, looks like i’ll have some company in here.” Dean stood outside the circle fuming, “God dammit y/n you fucking idiot!” “I’m not the one who can’t name all fifty states Dean!” “SHUT. UP. Dean just douse the fire and get her out.” “Can’t.” “Why not?” “Him.” All eyes turned towards Lucifer. He stood glaring back at Dean. He was smirking as usual but his eyes were vivid with rage. “Yeah Sammy he can’t. Because if i get out of here, i promise, you’re all dead.”

The only sound was the fire roaring around you and Lucifer but you had to break the silence eventually. “Sooo…this is probably not the best time to bring this up, but, i have to pee.”

“There has to be something-” “There’s nothing.” “But what about-” “We can’t risk it Sam you know what’ll happen!” The boys had been arguing for the past fifteen minutes about how to get you out but you couldn’t care less. Lucifer stood off lost in his own thoughts and you, well, you had your own problems.

Everyone seemed distracted enough that you felt confident in your plan. No one noticed at first but once you were finished and dumped your boot full of pee into the fire all eyes were on you. The fire grew momentarily before dying back down. “Well i don’t think that’s suppose to happen.” “Y/n-!” “Did you just-?!” “What i told you guys i had to go!” Sam and Dean could not be anymore annoyed but Lucifer was having his own laugh.

“Okay this is getting ridiculous Dean! Alright we can’t just leave her here with him!” Dean wrestled with his thoughts before caving, “Fine. Get the extinguisher Sam.” “Don’t!” “What?” You became the center of attention. “Don’t do it. Leave me i’ll be fine.” “Y/n no we can’t trust him-” “But you can trust me and i say it’ll be fine. Watch,” you look at Lucifer, “Compliment me.” “You don’t smell bad.” “Nice,” you turn back to the boys, “See we’re fine.” “Y/n-” “No Sammy listen. You can’t let him out. He’s not gonna change his mind and i honestly think he’ll kill you this time.” “I will.” “See he will.” The brothers shared a look before walking away to talk among themselves.

“Well i have to say, out of all the humans, i hate you the least.” “Oh Luci-” “Luci-?” “You always know just what to say.” He smiled sarcastically, you of course returned it. “But you do have to realize, while we’re in here, we’re equals Luce.” You strolled around him, delighted with the growing anxious and angry expression on his face. “So here we are, trapped and forced to trust each other.” “I don’t trust you.” “Sure you do.” “I don’t though.” “You will. Which is what the circle of trust is all about.” “Circle of trust?” “Yes! The ring of fire, a romantic touch by the way, is now the circle of trust. We’re stuck in here together pal, a human and an angel without his powers. Plus this fire’s not dying anytime soon so-” “Did you just call me an angel.”

“Alright,” Sam and Dean walked back over, “we…we’re gonna get you out-” “But Dean-” “Y/n we’re just not comfortable with this. The risk of something happening, it’s too high.” “Nothing will i’ll be fine.” “Y/n-” “No this is bigger than me. Look you two need to leave and soon. It’s getting dark out and you’ll freeze if you stay much longer. This is a big fire, we’ll be here till morning, at least. That’ll give you a good head start. You can’t risk letting Lucifer out so please just go. I know these mountains i can make it home by myself no problem. It’s okay guys, please go.”

“Fine-” “Dean-!” “It’s fine Sam. She can handle this.” Sam rolled his eyes, upset and a little bit hurt to be leaving you, “Okay, alright.”

You said your silent goodbyes before the boys walked out of the doors and left. Your eyes stayed glued to the doors, slowly feeling more alone by the second. It took a minute to realize Lucifer had snaked his arms around your waist, carefully exploring every inch. He inhaled the scent of blood and dirt in your hair as he nuzzled the back of your head. Lucifer pulled you back against him, his hold tightening, “And then there were two.”


Tyrant (Negan x Rick)

Summary: Rick has two options: he can die, or he can serve his king.

Characters: King Negan x Rick

Word Count: 3,114

Warnings: Smut, dub-con, swearing, violence

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by @rickneganmorganlincoln who asked:

“Regan AU request! An AU (or it could still be in the TWD universe) where Negan is literally King (tyrant kind), Rick is certainly not on that level of royalty. Negan sees Rick somehow/where and becomes obsessed with wanting him (for obvs reasons) Rick doesn’t want it (at first maybe) but can’t say no to King Negan. Dom Negan/ sub Rick ensues with lots of other good stuff.” 

This request was really hard to write for me, and not because it was m/m. I’m not really into the medieval genre and don’t feel like I do it justice. But I tried! It’s mostly just lots of smut. Oops. Hope you still enjoy. This is my second attempt at writing m/m smut, so fair warning!

Thanks for being patient with me! I’m gonna try to get another request done this week. 

Big thanks to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash for giving me the idea for this fic. 

Please let me know what you thought! I love feedback.

Originally posted by londoncapsule

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 16

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

Chapter 16


Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

The journey had been an uneventful one…and with the combination of rain hammering down onto the truck and Negan’s terrible taste in music playing loudly from the car stereo…they was little-to-no conversation between the pair…until they finally found themselves at their destination around mid-afternoon.

Negan had used his radio a couple of times. Checking in with the men in the other truck, as well as Dwight in the back. But the equipment just seemed crackly and pretty intermittent out here in the middle of nowhere.

Blake stared out of the window, as Negan pulled the truck to a halt a little way away from a dark and looming building up ahead.

It looked like some sort of out of town convenience store. Blake knew that most of the ones she had encountered along the way had all been looted of food and medicine long ago…but the windows and doors of this one, looked surprisingly intact…which was good for them, she supposed.

But she knew that that would mean the place had not yet been cleared of walkers which was a dangerous thing. Especially out here where the rain and dull light would cause them to be privy to bad visibility and hearing.

“Well hot-diggity-dog,” Negan muttered, peering up at the store and switching off the engine. “Would you look at that fuckin’ beauty.”

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mikkeneko  asked:

Diana Prince

“I suppose,” Etta says mournfully, several weeks after the armistice, “I’ll need to find a new boss.” Her mouth pulls downward. “Though it will be hard to find anyone quite like Mr. Trevor.”

Diana’s heart aches in her chest. Not as keenly as when she saw the flames in the sky from the plane, but an echo of that pain all the same, which resonates whenever she thinks on Steve. “Indeed,” she says softly.

“Not that he didn’t run me ragged, mind you,” Etta remarks. “All those secret missions and odd hours and ‘Oh by the way, Etta, Germans are shooting at me, got to run!’ – Gave me gray hairs. I have to color it now! But…” 

She trails off, and they sit in silence for long minutes in the window of the café, watching the snow fall outside, turning to slush on the cobbles of the London streets.

“He was a good man,” she finally says, more quietly.

“Yes,” Diana agrees. “He was.”

Another few seconds pass. “Not enough good men out there. And not enough jobs working for good men. Least, not for a modern woman,” Etta remarks. “Suppose I’ll have to lower my standards a bit, but, ah, what else is new.” She blows on her tea, pulling a face. “But enough about me. How about you? Heading back home to… home?”

“I….” Diana frowns. She misses Themyscira; she misses her mother and her sisters and the warm sunlight and gentle seas. Most of all she misses the simplicity of her existence there.

But even with the war over, there is still much violence in the world of men. There are still refugees displaced by the bombing; still scars upon the land, and upon the minds of those who survived the combat. There is still suffering, and to walk away now when there is so much work to still be done, not fighting but rebuilding –

She exhales. “I don’t think so. Not yet.”

“Well, wherever you do go, if you find someone who needs a secretary, you give them my name!” Etta offers with forced cheer.

Diana regards her, holding her own tea between her hands and feeling the warmth from the cup seep into her fingers. “Would you come with me?” she asks.

Etta coughs, the sip she just took going down the wrong pipe. “Sorry?”

“Come with me. Work with me. Help me to help those in need,” Diana says. 

Etta blinks. “You… You want me to come be your secretary?” she says, speaking slowly and clearly, as if seeking the exact place in the words where logic and sense fall away. 

“No.” Diana says it simply, and Etta’s shoulders slump just a little. “I will not tell you what to do and where to go. What you do is not up to me.” She tilts her head. “But I would invite you to come with me as an ally and a friend.”

Etta hesitates, staring at her, then chuckles softly. “Well. Hard to say no to an offer like that,” she says. “I’ll think on it?”

“Please do,” Diana says.

“The going with you part, I mean,” Etta adds. “That’s the bit I have to think on. But, ah. The bit about being friends? I am in full favor there already.”

Diana smiles. “I am glad,” she tells her.

And she is.

The snow outside has stopped and a shaft of light pierces through the cloud cover to light up the frost on the window, making it sparkle.

There is suffering and violence and heartache in the world. But there is good in it too, and good people. Diana will stay to help defend it – and she trusts she will not need to do so alone.

anonymous asked:

Forgive me for bothering you but, is there any way that I can pass as male with long hair? My mother keeps 'forgetting' about my haircut appointments, and due to the upcoming heat, I'm not allowed to wear hats. Do you have any advise? Thank you.

I would bug her every day until you get that haircut. It’s your hair, it’s absurd you aren’t able to wear hats because it’s too hot. One day your family won’t be able to control your hair and they will have to accept that you are going to cut it whatever way you want.

My parents didn’t allow me to cut my hair how I wanted for decades and it drove me nuts so now I cut it however I want. 

Suggestions? I would hop on Pintrest and type in men with long hair and try and find something similar to what you have got and style it to that best you can. Try not to wear a as much make up, unless you are into feminine things then go for it. 

If you have a binder I would be wearing that as often as possible, susans place offers a forum discussing some tips for this topic. 

https://www.susans.org/forums/index.php?topic=83663.0

How you walk and talk and act and present yourself all plays into passing. I want to give you suggestions but I have no idea how you look, the style of dress or what you really have access to.

Even if you pass or not, if someone misgenders you, correct them. ID yourself as male and people will start doing that too. Just because you don’t look like the average male doesn’t mean you aren’t there are plenty of men with long hair. 

Best of luck!

Kyle

Three's A Charm... Or Is It?

Hey guys, I feel like it’s been forever since I actually posted a one shot on this tumblr. I always just share vines or Instagram posts. 😂 I’m so sorry. I have a wattpad so if you would like to go there and follow me, it’s biersackayyy. Just like my Instagram and Twitter. But anyways here’s the one shot. I wrote it about myself, but you can replace my name with (y/n).

“You’re such a f*ucking asshole!” I screamed at my boyfriend as I yanked the door open to the coffee shop. I was livid. He stepped in front of me and shut it before I could walk in. He had been texting his ex girlfriend again. It made me absolutely furious.
“Babe, come on. I’m sorry, she just wanted to know what I was up to is all.” I shoved his chest.
“Leave me alone! Don’t talk to me. If you really loved me you wouldn’t be talking to her! Now let me go in.” I growled. I did not have time for his silly little games. He was immature and constantly played with my head.
“Baby. Stop.” He whined. I rolled my eyes in disgust.
“Just go Jason.” I said through my teeth.
“But I drove you here!” He whined again.
“Just go!” I growled. “I don’t want to see your f*ucking face!” He sighed in defeat. This was the last and final straw. I wasn’t going to let him do this to me again. He cheated on me with the same girl a few months ago, and like the naive idiot I was, I took him back, thinking he would change. I pushed passed him, and yanked the coffee shop door open once again. I immediately noticed one of the tables crowded by a group of interesting looking men. All five pairs of eyes were glued to me, and I suddenly felt very embarrassed. My cheeks flushed hot and I walked passed them as quickly as I could to wait in line. They probably just witnessed me fighting with Jason. I sneakily looked over my shoulder at the table they were sitting at. They’ve moved on from gawking at me and were now having a conversation amongst themselves. The one stood out the most to me. He had messy black hair, high cheekbones, a slightly round chin, and an extremely defined jawbone. His lips were plump and pink and his nose was pierced on the right side. A single silver hoop hang from it. What I noticed most about everything was his striking blue eyes. Even from where I was standing and sneakily grabbing peeks of the beautiful boy, I could see them. They were so blue, that they were almost silver-like. He was wearing a leather jacket, a black t-shirt underneath and black jeans. I could tell he had a few tattoos on his neck, but that was about it.
“Ma'am can I take your order?” I was instantly snapped out of my thoughts and startled when the young girl behind the counter spoke.
“Uh-um can I just get a large coffee with three cream and three sugar please?” I said, feeling my pockets for my card. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and he was so tall compared to my small five feet. I came up to just about his armpit. I was mesmerized when he spoke. His voice was so deep and had a little rasp to it. He reached passed me and handed the girl behind the counter a credit card.
“I got it.” He said. I was completely flabbergasted.
“A-are you sure?” I asked the beautiful boy. He chuckled.
“Yes, I’m sure. A $3 coffee is not going to break my bank.” He chuckled, as the girl behind the counter handed his card back.
“Thank you.” I said, nervously.
“I, uh saw what happened out there earlier. Are you okay miss…?” He was trying to get my name I realized.
“Uh Racheal, my name is Racheal.” He smiled warmly and offered me his hand. I shook it. Weird. I thought.
“I’m Andy.” The way he said his name was even attractive. This man was gorgeous.
“I’m okay, he’s just an asshole.” I said, sighing.
“Is he your boyfriend or something?” He asked.
“Was.” I said, giving the word emphasis.
“Oh.” Andy said, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket. The girl behind the counter handed me my coffee.
“Thank you.” I said smiling.
“Come sit with me.” Andy offered, gesturing towards a booth by the wall. “They won’t mind if we sit by ourselves.” He said lowly. I glanced at them. They were all gawking at us. I felt embarrassed once more.
“Okay.” I said. Andy lead us to a booth by the window. It was starting to snow.
“Tell me what he did.” Andy spoke.
“He’s just been extremely shady. He’s been talking to his ex girlfriend behind my back. He cheated on me with her at least twice that I know of, but silly me, I just keep taking him back, hoping he’s going to change. I’m so sick of his shit.” I could feel tears start to threaten their way out of my eyes.
“I’ve been in that type of situation before. My last girlfriend cheated on me constantly. I put up with it for five years, because I also thought she would change. I’m in a band, I tour constantly. I’m out on the road for six to nine months at a time. I could have had any girl I wanted as a one night stand, I could have so easily cheated on her and she would never find out about it, but I never did because I loved her. Obviously she didn’t love me at all. The entire time I was out on the road, it was guy after guy and I only found out because I set up a camera in our room. I was suspicious. I didn’t want my heart broken and I wanted the truth. She had sex with four different men in two nights while I was away. Could you imagine how pissed off I was?” He had a pained look in his eyes, and the color was starting to fade to a dull gray. He was truly heart broken. I just met this man, but yet he was so easy to talk to and open up with.
“I’m so sorry to hear that. I never caught Jason in the act. He straight up told me. I was dumb enough to just be like, ‘well it means a lot to me that you were so honest. Promise you won’t do it again.’ And he promised and promised and promised and just played head game after head game, after head game. When am I ever going to learn?” I could feel the tears threaten once more to spill over.
“A beautiful girl like you doesn’t deserve that at all. I see he drove you here. Do you have a ride home?” I suddenly felt embarrassed once more. I was twenty-three and I didn’t have my own car.
“No, I-I don’t have a car.” Andy chuckled, making my cheeks flush again.
“You’re cute when you do that.” He giggled, making them flush even redder and I covered my face with my hands. He reached across the table and pulled them away from my face. His hands were so soft, but the tips of his fingers were ice cold.
“Your face is far too pretty to cover with your hands.” I then noticed he still had ahold of my hands, resting them on the table. I then smiled genuinely, for the first time in a really long time.
“Come on, let me take you home.” My heart was flip flopping in my chest. He was so gorgeous, and he was incredibly sweet.

He explained to his friends that we were leaving, and they all chuckled and made perverted jokes and what not and it made me blush again. I didn’t want them to think that that was the type of girl I was. I assumed the group of gentlemen was Andy’s band. They all had long hair and tattoos. They seemed polite enough though. They were just being typical men.
Andy had a nice, black, sleek car. It had two doors, and the windows were tinted black as well. It was a Dodge Challenger. He opened the passenger side door for me. I was actually really grateful for such the small gesture of kindness.
“Thank you.” I said, as I slid into the seat.
“You’re welcome beautiful.” He said, making my heart race. He shut the door and I fastened my seatbelt, taking a sip of my coffee and putting it in the cup holder. He got in the driver’s side, turning he car on and flipping on the heater. He opened his center console and was digging for something. He first pulled out a CD, and then a pack of cigarettes. I noticed the cover had a demon like creature on the front, fangs bared and drool dripping from the teeth. There was some kind of star symbol clenched in its claws and the name above it said 'Black Veil Brides.’ He handed it to me.
“This is my band. You should check us out.” He said with a smirk. I flipped the CD over in my hands and I recognized him immediately in the center. He was flanked on either side by the same guys that were in the coffee shop. I was right. I opened the cover and took the CD out.
“Can we play it now?” I asked, eagerly. He smiled and took the CD from me, feeding it into the slot on his dashboard. He took a cigarette from his pack and lit it. He offered the pack to me and I gladly took one.
“Here.” He said, leaning towards me. I placed the cigarette between my lips and he lit it for me. The opening guitar chords started playing through the speakers. I took a drag off my cig and blew the smoke out of my nose. He put his car in reverse and we pulled out onto the road. As soon as the lyrics to words floated through my ears, I realized that Andy was the singer. His singing voice differed from his talking voice, but I loved the way he sang. I loved the low growls he sometimes used as he finished off a word. I would say his singing voice was just as sexy as his talking voice. I pointed him in the direction of which road to take.

He pulled into my driveway.
“Would you like to come in?” I asked, pushing the eject button on his CD player and pulling the CD out and carefully placing it back into the case. I grabbed my coffee and unbuckled my seat belt.
“Um, sure.” He said, a smirk playing on his lips and we both exited the vehicle. I stepped onto the sidewalk leading to my steps and I immediately started to slip on the ice. I felt Andy’s hand grab my elbow before I could actually fall and spill scolding hot coffee all over myself and him. I was so clumsy and now I was more embarrassed than all the times I was embarrassed today. Andy chuckled a bit.
“Are you okay Rach?” He asked. I took a deep breath in.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said going up my steps. I pulled my key out my jacket pocket and unlocked the door. My cat, Jasper welcomed me with a warm meow and leg rub. He was an all gray cat with white paws.
“I love cats.” Andy said, coming into my home. He squatted down and let Jasper sniff his hand. Jasper nudged his head into Andy’s hand asking to be pet. Andy gave him a gentle scratch behind his ears and Jasper shook his head. Andy stood back up and looked down as Jasper rubbed himself up against his leg, his tail stretched upward. He was purring.
“His name is Jasper.” I said, smiling admiring my furry little friend.
“Have a seat.” I said, gesturing to my couch. I was a terrible host. I hardly ever had people over.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked, as Jasper leapt onto the couch and made himself cozy in Andy’s lap.
“No, I’m fine thank you. Sit down here with me, relax. Let’s just talk. I want to get to know you better.” Andy said, stroking Jasper’s fur. Jasper wrapped his tail around his body and began to purr contently, closing his emerald green eyes and enjoying the attention. I sat next to Andy.
“What kind of music do you like Racheal?” He asked. I loved the way he said my name. I found it very attractive.
“I like a little bit of everything.” I admitted. “But my favorite genre is definitely classic rock. Kiss is one of my all time favorite bands.” Andy’s eyes lit up.
“I grew up listening to Kiss, and I still do on occasion.”
“I love them. My father was in a cover band when I was a child. Sadly, he’s no longer with us.” I said sadly, looking down at my lap.
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.” He said, putting a hand gently on my knee, causing my heart rate to freak out.
“Tell me about you.” I said, switching positions so that I was sitting cross legged, facing him.
“Well, like I said I’m in a band. That’s what takes up the majority of my time. I’m originally from Cincinnati, but I live in L.A. now.” My eyes lit up when he said Cincinatti.
“You’re from Ohio too?” I asked. He nodded his head.
“I’m from Ashtabula. I know that’s far from Cincinnati, but that’s cool that you’re a Ohio native. Bengals fan I assume?” He chuckled and nodded his head.
“I’m assuming you’re a Browns fan?” I shook my head in disgust.
“Hell no, Pittsburgh Steelers all the way.” He chuckled and shook his head.
“Nooo. That’s not good at all.” I chuckled this time.
“Actually what brings you to my small, Pennsylvania town?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. He cleared his throat.
“My band and I were headed to Pittsburgh when our tour bus broke down on I-79. We were really close to this town called Meadville, and we thought we would stop in and check it out. Not many kids around here know who Black Veil Brides are do they?” He asked, with a smile. His subtle cockiness was kind of adorable to be honest. I shook my head.
“I didn’t even know who you were…” I playfully whispered. He chuckled. I really liked him. He was so easy to talk to.
“If your tour bus was broken down, how is your car here?” He laughed. “I always bring my car. I sometimes prefer to follow the bus to wherever we’re going in my car. If I’m not driving it, one of the other guys are.”
“So how are they going to get home?”
“You’re full of questions aren’t you?” He asked playfully. I giggled. He seemed to make me giggle a lot. “They’ll call a cab and stay at a hotel. You’re so cute when you laugh.” I blushed again and covered my face. He scooted closer to me, causing Jasper to jump onto the floor and stretch out, sauntering away with his tail outstretched in the air. He pulled my hands away from my face.
“Don’t cover your face beautiful, I like looking into your gorgeous green eyes. The color is extremely fascinating to me.” He cupped my chin with his hand, and he slowly pulled my face to his. We were just centimeters away, about to lock lips for the first time. How badly did I want to feel his plump lips pressed against mine. We were both startled right out of our skin when Jason opened my front door. I immediately jumped to my feet.
“Who the hell is this?!” He asked jealously. Andy stood up next to me, putting a protective grip on my arm.
“Go Jason, get out!” I yelled at him.
“No, this is my place too and you’re sitting on this couch about to make out with some guy?!” He yelled.
“Get the f*uck out now.” I said, shoving his chest. He balled his hands into fist at his sides and stepped towards me, I was shocked when I felt two hands push me out of the way.
“Don’t you dare lay a hand on her!” I heard Andy growl. Jason took a step backwards.
“She wants you to leave. Now, get your things and leave. Her and I have some business to do.” I just stood there, completely shocked. Jason and Andy were at a stand off. The air was thick of tension and testosterone. Jason angrily pushed passed me and went into what used to be our room, slamming the door shut, causing me to jump. He came out a few moments later with some bags of clothes.
“I’m staying with Nicky.” He taunted me. Nicky was his ex girlfriend.
“That’s perfectly okay with me. Go have fun with your little slut. Remember you’re throwing away a good girl for a piece of trash.” I taunted him sarcastically. Jason scoffed and angrily left, practically slamming my front door right off the hinges.
“I’m so sorry Andy.” I said after Jason left. I secretly hoped he slipped on the icy sidewalk. Andy started to make his way over to me quickly, he grabbed onto my shoulders, and locked his lips onto mine. I was taken aback just a bit but then I started to kiss him back. His tongue played at my lips, begging for entrance and I allowed it. He began massaging my tongue with his. His hand slid up to the back of my neck and then tangled into my hair. He was such a good kisser. I couldn’t get enough. I just wanted to keep kissing him forever. He broke our kissing and started at my neck. I moaned sweetly, letting him know I thoroughly enjoyed him doing that. He wrapped my arms around his neck and hoisted me up by my waist, I instinctively put my legs around his waist and he began carrying me down my hallway. He opened my bedroom door and tossed me on my bed. He crawled on top of me, placing his hands on either side of my head and bending his neck down, locking lips with me again. I wasn’t usually the type of girl to hook up with a stranger, but there was something so different about Andy. He started in at my neck again, and then kissed across my collarbones and then our lips were tangled together once more. He broke the kissing to whisper something in my ear. His breath was heavy, and it tickled my earlobe.
“Do you want to?” He whispered, then nibbled my ear gently. Sex. Sex sounded so heavenly right now. I haven’t had it in about three months because I couldn’t trust Jason and I didn’t want him having sex with me if he was cheating on me.
“Yes.” I practically moaned.
“Good, because I want you.” He moaned into my ear, causing me to break out into shivers. He started kissing me again, pushing my thighs apart so he could lay on top of me better. He shrugged out of his leather jacket. I then noticed his arms were all also tattooed. The left one having an entire sleeve of ink down to his wrist. He worked his way down my body. Slowly sliding my shirt up, licking me from where my pants started to my belly button, and then trailed kisses up my tummy as he slid my shirt up even farther, up over my breasts and then off my head.
“Wait, wait…” I said, briefly interrupting him. “I don’t even know your last name.” He chuckled.
“Biersack.” He said.
“What’s yours?” He asked, fiddling with my bra. It clasped in the front.
I placed my hand over his, causing him to look at me.
“Goodman.” I said. He grinned and pecked my lips.
“Now that we’re fully acquainted, can we get back to business?” We both chuckled. I nodded my head. He unclasped my bra and I shrugged out of it, tossing it on the floor. He kissed in between them. His hair fell from its place and danced softly against my bare skin, tickling it as he kissed across my chest. He gently pulled a nipple into his mouth as he squeezed my other breast gently. I groaned in response. He switched and did the same thing to the other breast. He got up, breaking contact and that’s when I noticed I was practically out of breath. He pulled his shirt up over his head and started to unbutton his pants. He was now in his boxers and I could see the delicious outline of his manhood. He was definitely ready to go, but he was taking his time with me. Something told me deep down inside that gentle sex was NOT his thing, but he was being a gentlemen for me right now.
“Lay this way.” He said, motioning with his finger. I moved so that my head was on the pillows and he walked to the foot of my bed. He even had tattoos on his chest. A heart with a dragonfly on the right side and then some kind of lettering on the left. He climbed into my bed. He undid the button to my jeans and began to slide them off my legs. Thank god I was wearing a cute pair of undies today. They were just black boy shorts. Nothing fancy. Andy’s tongue played at the top of my panties. He was kissing my lower belly again. It honestly drove me completely wild. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and began to slide them down my hips. He slid them all the way down and reached down a bit to get them off my feet.
“Have you ever had a guy eat your p*ussy?” He asked, running his finger up my slit and just barely grazing my most sensitive part.
“Yes, but no one has ever done it good enough.” A devilish smile played on his lips.
“Really…? Because all I wanna do is taste you.” He said, opening my thighs even more. His head descended in between my legs. He kissed each of my inner thighs gently, teasing me. He put his arms under my knees and pulled my hips to the edge of the bed where he knelt down on the floor. His tongue ran up my slit, causing me to gasp and then moan softly as it flicked gently across my most sensitive area. It didn’t take him long to get me to the very edge.
“Ugh, yes Andy, right there… Don’t stop… Keep going…” I moaned. He grabbed my hips harder, keeping me in place. I was so close… I was teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss. My orgasm hit in a tidal wave, washing over me wave after wave after wave. He didn’t take his mouth off me until I was completely done. My entire body was now shaking, and I felt sedated. He worked his way back up my body. He must have taken his boxers off while I was previously preoccupied…
He got in between my thighs and placed his tip at my entrance, running it up my slit. He nipped at my neck, nibbling it gently.
“It’s not going to take me long to bust baby. You’ve got me so worked up, and it’s been so long since I’ve been physical with anyone.” He whispered against my ear. He started to push himself into me, inching it slowly inside. I was surprised by how thick he was. He stretched me nicely.
“Mmm, you’re so tight. How many people have you been with?”
“Just two.” I moaned as he began moving slowly in and out.
“I’m your third?” He asked. I nodded.
“Three’s a charm honey.” He groaned as his movements became quicker.
“I’m so close already, and you’re so tight. I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to bust.” His d*ick felt so good, I didn’t want him to stop. He buried his head into my neck, while resting his left arm across my chest and tangling his fingers in my hair.
“I’m gonna c*um.” He groaned against my neck, he quickly pulled out and rubbed himself until he came in spurts on my belly, moaning lightly under his breath. The liquid was hot and sticky on my skin. I laid there trying to catch my breath. He wondered off to my bathroom, which was attached to my room. I heard him run the water and then he came back out with a damp wash rag. He cleaned me off and then himself off. He reached for his pants.
“Wait, don’t go…” I said, “come here, cuddle with me. Lay in this bed with me.” He grinned, and put his boxers back on and handed me my panties and my shirt.

We just laid there for hours, my head on his chest and him tracing lines into my arm with his fingers as we talked about everything and anything.
“Racheal, I really like you a lot. I would like to give you my number. We should talk more, and get to know each other some more.” He placed his lips against my forehead gently. They were so incredibly soft.
“Okay.” I said quietly, suddenly sad that it sounded like he was leaving.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I don’t want you to go yet.” I admitted. He chuckled.
“Well what if I don’t want to go yet? What if I wanted to stay here all night?” He ran his hand down my back.
“I think that sounds like a wonderful plan.” He hooked his hand under my chin once more and we locked lips again.

Six Weeks Later
Andy and I were talking sparely ever since he left the next day after our little tryst. I understood though, he was busy with touring and not to mention he did just get out of a five year long relationship. He wasn’t quite ready for a fully committed relationship just yet. We both agreed to not see other people though. He promised he would come back for me. That all made me warm and fuzzy, but I was actually in a sheer panic. My period was late, by more than a few days. I started weighing the odds in my head. We didn’t use a condom, but he pulled out, but I’m not on any type of birth control. I didn’t want to freak him out by telling him I think I might be pregnant. I also felt extremely guilty. I couldn’t be having his baby right now. He’s in the middle of his career. This baby would put that on hold. I toyed around with the idea of not telling him and just cutting him off and never speaking to him again, but I couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing him again.

Over the next week my period still hadn’t shown up. I had horrible nausea. Even just the smell of certain foods made me run to the bathroom and throw up everything I ate for lunch. My breasts hurt and if I wasn’t mistaken, they looked a little bigger. F*uck. He’s going to kill me. It’s that simple. I decided to be brave. I was going to walk down to the nearest drug store and buy a test. I felt as if I was going to have a full on panic attack walking into that Rite Aid. I decided to buy an expensive digital one that came with two in a box. I practically ran back home. I wanted to know, but I was also completely terrified. Would Andy want me to have the baby? Would he want me to put it up for adoption? I knew he wasn’t the type to suggest the other thing and I was completely against it for myself. I opened the box and took the test out, I held it up in front of my face. This little plastic stick was going to determine if my life was about to drastically change. I took a deep breath and stuck the test between my legs while I peed. I replaced the cap, sat it on the corner of the sink and washed my hands. Jasper nudged his way into the bathroom and lovingly rubbed against my legs, purring. He let out a soft meow.
“Mom?” It almost seemed like was asking me.
The test beeped and I jumped. It was ready for me to look at it. I took a deep breath. I was shaking scared. My knees felt as if they were going to give out. I picked the test up and held it in front of my face. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard someone knock on the bathroom door.
“Racheal?” It was Andy’s voice. F*uck. What was he doing here? I hid the box and put the test in my back pocket and I opened the door.
“Hey what are you doing here?” I asked nervously, giving him a hug. He kissed my lips, and I gratefully kissed him back.
“I came to surprise you.” He said with a grin.
“We need to talk.” I said, grabbing his hand. His face fell. He looked sad and I felt terrible. I took him into the living room and we sat on the couch.
“What’s wrong baby?” He asked. I was happy and just completely thankful that he was here so we could have this conversation in person.
“I missed my period Andy.” I said quietly. He looked at me confused for a moment.
“Oh?” He asked, “do you think that you might be…?” I pulled the test out of my pocket. I still haven’t even looked at it yet.
“Oh. That’s what you were doing in the bathroom.” He said, when he saw it in my hands.
“I haven’t even looked at it yet.” I felt like I wanted to burst into a sea of tears. He pulled me in to cuddle into his chest.
“We’ll look at it together, in 3… 2… 1….” He counted down and then we flipped the test over to look at it together. I gasped.
“Oh my god…” He whispered. There it was in small black letters, printed clear as day.
Pregnant.
My breath hitched into my throat. I wanted to cry, I wanted to celebrate, I wanted to scream… I had all these emotions and didn’t know what to do with them. I started to break down. Andy rubbed my back.
“Don’t cry baby. I’m not mad if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I ruined your life.” I sobbed into his chest.
“Racheal, what? You did not ruin my life… You’re making my life better.” He hooked his fingers under my chin. “You’re eyes get a darker, more richer shade of green when you cry.” He kissed my lips.
“Don’t cry, please don’t cry.”
“What are we going to do?” I said sniffling.
“We’re going to have a baby.” Andy said, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be there with you every step of the way. Pack your bags honey, you’re coming with me.” I looked at him as if he was some type of new life form.
“What?” He asked.
“Are you sure?” I asked him.
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re gorgeous, amazing, funny, and now you have my kid in there. Of course I’m sure.” I blinked slowly at him, letting this all just slowly register in my brain. I sniffled again.
“Well okay. Will you help me pack?” I asked. He chuckled.
“Of course.” We talked about a lot as he helped me pack my clothes into suitcases.
“First things first, tomorrow we need to call a doctor as soon as we land in L.A. You need an ultra sound. Also you’re going to need prenatal vitamins.” I could already tell he was going to be such a good daddy. He handled it way better than I thought he ever would and to think that we bumped into each other at a coffee shop on a completely random whim. I put Jasper into his cat carrier with a blanket and his favorite mouse toy. I was actually kind of excited to enjoy my life with Mr. Biersack.

bottledupaffection  asked:

Hey Amanda, I'm starting beauty school in less than a month so I've been binging all your beauty school videos. One of my biggest worries has been finding models. I have talked to people who have been to beauty school about it but they told me they just approached random people and got their models that way. That was basically no help to me because I am a very shy person and know that would be uncomfortable for me. Do you have any advice for a shy awkward girl on how to get models for school?

Hey! I know finding models can be stressful, and even when I signed all my paperwork to start school, they told me it would be a requirement, 
HOWEVER *cheeky emoji*
if you never ever bring in a model, you’ll actually be 100% okay.
There were two girls in my class who never fulfilled any of their model requirements, and guess what, they’re licenced. Right now, they graduated, and have their licence. One of those girls is actually kicking fucking ass, and I’m pretty sure she was hired right out of beauty school.
In my class, and i’m sure in schools everywhere, there was also a huge conflict about having our required models pay fees at the school.
so like, if you have a men’s cut requirement, like, you had to have a men’s cut come in and you would be graded on it, 
that cut would still cost $12. So either you, or your model would have to pay $12. EVEN though it was required for your grade, and you pay 20K to attend school, someone had to pay $12. 
Now, $12? No big deal, whatever, but my highlight requirement ended up paying close to $75 dollars. 
They say it’s for the cost of materials, but bleach and foils cost $9.99, like.
I can’t ask my friends to pay $75 for beauty school highlights. 
So after i got into an arguement with my teacher about my friend coming in, my male friend who had long dreamy hair, coming in for a trim and fulfilling my “long hair cut” requirement, my teacher told me that if it was a MAN it was a MENS CUT not a long layer, 
i stopped bringing in models completely, and look at me 
graduated. 

so if some of your friends, or your parents, or your siblings come in for you, that’s amazing, and really nice of them. And even if your teachers yell at you, and pretend to give you arbitrary bad grades because you didn’t bring in models, you will cut a TON of clients who come in off the street, and after you get into a rhythm of cutting strangers, developing the right language for figuring out clients needs and talking to people on the streets will be easier. Last night I ran into a girl outside of the Foodery who asked what I was up to, and when I said I just finished working on some hair, she said “Oh you do hair? I need a trim.” 
So like, you’ll figure it out, but seriously don’t let beauty school scare you.