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When We Collide (Part 11)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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”Okay so, how about this one?”

“Oh no, Holly no…. Too beige colored it makes your hips look bigger than necessary.” Luke replied with a glass of bobbly champagne in his hand, eyes scanning her body and his feet tapping against the marble floor to the beat of the background music.

You looked up from your papers with a huge sigh sincerely wishing that you could be anywhere else than stuck with those two in some kind of small expensive shop a few streets away from your office building.

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anonymous asked:

I saw your most recent gif set with Minerva adaar, she looks amazing! What mods did you use for her? If you don't mind me asking.

* on a side note i did tweak minerva’s complexion and added some wrinkles and make up here and there but i am not going to share it since i used shantia’s texture as a base.

Title: Coming Home

Character: Denny Duquette

TV: Grey’s Anatomy

Warnings: None. Fluff

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Denny checked his watch and adjusted the cuff of his sweater as he sighed. He was a jealous, impatient man at times. Not in a bad way, of course; he was just missing his girl.

Y/N Krane was the light in his life. She gave him a new meaning to living when he was at his lowest.

There for him during his troubles and transplant, she did everything to take care of him. Even when he was a righteous asshole and didn’t deserve an ounce of sympathy or love.

It had been two years since his successful surgery and Denny dedicated his life to making Y/N feel loved.

There had been a death in her family, one of her cousins having passed away from their injuries resulting from a car crash.

He had wanted to go, but he had an important check up scheduled for his heart. Y/N wasn’t going to let him miss it.

The door to Gate C3 opened, the passengers all hurrying to get to their belongings.

Denny craned his neck this way and that, trying to see the top of Y/N’s head. Standing on his tiptoes, he finally saw the familiar pattern of Y/N’s favorite plaid button down shirt.

It was open, a black shirt underneath it with her jacket draped over her arm. She wore a backpack and had the other bag in her hand.

Stopping at the edge of the carpet, he watched her as she scanned the busy airport, a frown was on her face and her brow pinched.

The smile that Denny had when he originally saw her, slowly slipped from his face. He knew that there were very few of her family that she got along with and he was instantly worried.

She finally spotted him. He saw her bottom lip quivering before her she bit it. Oh this was not good.

She briskly walked over to Denny, dropping her bag and jacket when she got to him.

Without any words, Y/N hugged him, her arms tight around his shoulders. Their faces buried in each others necks, they both breathed in deeply, a content sigh leaving them at the familiar scent of one another.

Denny lifted his head slightly, his lips near her ear, “I missed you, baby,”

He felt her squeeze him as she kissed his neck, “Missed you too Denny,”

Her voice was teary and thick with emotion. He pulled back lifting her head with both hands.

He wanted to ask her if she was alright, but she beat him to it, “Can we go home? I’m so wore out,”

His thumbs caressed the dark circles under her eyes just below her glasses, “Yeah. Let’s go Sweetheart,”

Kissing her forehead, Denny then bent at the waist and picked up her bag as she put on her coat.

He held his hand out to her, threading their fingers together the second her palms touched his.

The ride home was too quiet; not even the sound of the radio helped fill the void. Even though Y/N napped, her face and body were strained.
Denny touched the half hoop, gauge earring that dangled from Y/N’s earlobe, waking her up.

“We’re home,” he said, softly.

As she sat up and gave him a tired smile, her back popped.

Denny was out and over at her door, helping her swaying body out of the car.

As soon as they were inside, Y/N sighed as some of the tension left her shoulders.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” she whispered.

Denny was growing more and more concerned. He wanted to address the elephant in the room, but he didn’t want to add to her stress.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

Y/N blushed, adding some much needed color to her cheeks, “Please,”

“You go get in. I’ll be there in a minute,” he said.

After putting her bag by the washer for later, Denny went to their bedroom and turned down the bed.

He undressed, leaving his clothes in a pile by the dresser.

Steam had already risen from the shower, giving the mirror a frosted look. The fresh scent of Y/N’s shampoo and conditioner was welcomed, letting Denny know that she was finally and truly home.

Opening the curtain, Y/N covered her breasts as a blast of cool air hit her.

“Sorry, baby,” Denny apologized, quickly closing the curtain.

She moved out from under the spray, letting Denny use the hot water to wash his own hair.

In a comfortable silence, they took turns washing one another. Once Y/N was rinsed, Denny pulled her to him.

His hand slicked back her short, wet hair, then cupped her cheek.

“You okay?” he asked, wiping away some droplets of water with his thumb.

She shrugged, the dullness coming back into her eyes.

Holding her close to him, his hands now resting on her waist, he leaned his head back slightly to look into her eyes, “You know you can tell me anything, Sweetheart.”

“I know. I just…” she trailed off on a sigh.

“Just what Y/N?” he caressed her side as he waited for her to speak.

“I just want to enjoy a quiet evening. There was so much noise this past weekend,”

Denny nodded, reaching back to shut the water off.

“C'mon, let’s eat something and watch a movie.”
Dressed in pajamas and looking slightly more alert, Denny had the night planned out with some classic comedies, pizza and ice cream.

Y/N was laid out on the couch, and Denny was more than ready to snuggle up with her. Just as soon as he had started to climb over her body, her phone rang.


He leaned over her, boxing her in, “Don’t answer it,”

She dropped her arm, looking up at him with the first genuine smile that he’d seen from her all night.

He grinned, bending his arms as he leaned down to kiss her.

Just as the kiss took a turn for the heated, her phone rang again.

Denny was becoming aggravated at the person calling. He rested his head on her breast, sighing, “We’re turning that thing off,”

She chuckled, lifting the phone. The smile fell from her face as she swiped across the screen to answer.

Putting her finger up to her lips, she turned on the speakerphone, “Hello?”

“Too good to answer your damn phone the first time?” The male voice said, angrily.

Denny’s brows shot up to his hairline as he watched Y/N’s eyes close. He knew what her family was like, but never had met them. Now he understood why.

“I just got home-” she replied, only to be interrupted.

“You want to tell me why I had to hear about the funeral from your Grandmother?”

Y/N sighed, sitting up while Denny straddled her legs.

“It wasn’t my place-”

“I don’t care who’s place it was!” the man roared.

“I didn’t even know your number, Dad!”

That was her father?! Denny felt his anger rise.

“You are so ungrateful, you know that?! Just like your mother!”

Denny saw red when he heard Y/N whimper.

“Don’t ever call me again,” she said, her voice shaking.

She hung up, turning the phone off.

“Y/N?” Denny said, touching her hand.

“I’m nothing like her… nothing,” she whispered.

When Denny tried to hug her, she held up a hand, a sob breaking from her. He understood, knowing that she needed a moment.

“I’m sick of always being the whipping boy. No matter what I do, I’m constantly in the wrong. I’m just… sick of it… I’m done,”

Denny’s eyes shot up to her face. He knew that broken tone. That tone that said, ‘I’m done with life!’, that tone that was nothing but defeat.

“Y/N,” he said.

The second she looked at him, he swooped down, moving his lips over hers using soft caresses and firm pulls as he kissed the very life from her.

Her breath hitched as she returned the kiss, her hands bunching at his shirt on his sides. Y/N whimpered as Denny bobbed his head slowly with hers as the kiss went on.

Finally, he slowed the kiss, holding her lips between his as he slowly pulled back. The slight smack of their lips disconnecting was tempting him to go back in for more.

“I want you to listen to me,” he started, moving his fingers over her closed eyelids, “You are perfect,”

Her eyes popped open, swimming in unshed tears.

“You are everything, do you understand?” Denny’s bottom lip trembled at the realization at how she had been treated all her life, “You are my everything,”


“It’s my turn. I won’t let you give up, Y/N… I can’t let you,”

The tears finally ran down her cheeks as she listened.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry that you had an damn awful upbringing, but you are not the whipping boy. I see a strong, beautiful woman that I have the privilege to call mine… Okay,”

“I love you, Denny,” she cried, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, baby,” he said, just as tearfully.

That night, Denny showed Y/N that she was loved and cherished… and that she was finally home.


Summoner/Takumi C-S support

Written by  fizzifizzsoda


y/n: …

Takumi: …

y/n: …

Takumi: Well, you said you wanted to speak to me. Are you going to spit it out, or should I just head back to the training grounds?

y/n: … Heheheh… Just like I thought.

Takumi: What? What’s that supposed to mean?

y/n: Just wondered what you’d be like.

Takumi: That… makes even less sense.

y/n: It helps to know something about those I send into combat. My first test is patience. My next is social ability, though… I suppose I shouldn’t tell you too much, heheh. 

Takumi: … I understand what you mean now, but it’s still rude, you know. 

y/n: … Well, I should be going now.

Takumi: Wha-? Ugh, that person really is weird. I wonder where they went… and how.

[y/n and Takumi have reached support rank C.]


y/n: You’re here…

Takumi: Let me guess, another get-to-know-your-troops session?

y/n: No… Not this time. You don’t trust me, do you?

Takumi: Why would I? I admit, I feel a little more… Open to you than I probably should, but that doesn’t mean I trust you.

y/n: Interesting. Why do you think that is? Your mistrust I mean.

Takumi: Is this even a question? I’m mysteriously pulled out of my home, away from those I love, to fight a war in a distant land, with a stranger from a world unlike anything I’ve ever heard of giving me orders… so, I’d say it’s not so much “mistrust” as “common sense”.

y/n: You’re not the only one to say something similar… To me this world seems like something from a fairy tale, or a story book. Most, if not all, of your worlds are like that.

Takumi: I guess I didn’t think about it from your position. This must be pretty strange to you too.

y/n: I’ll see if I can get Alphonse or Sharena to address your concerns. As for your home and family- I’m sure I’ll be able to bring one or two members of your world here. It’s likely just a matter of time. 

Takumi: I guess I wouldn’t put it past you. Who knows? Maybe you could even bring someone from your world.

y/n: Well, um… Hey, I think Alphose is calling. Bye.

Takumi: Huh? But I didn’t hear anything. Did I say something wrong?

[y/n and Takumi have reached support rank B.]


Takumi: Hey. I found you.

y/n: Well, isn’t this a surprise? Hello, Takumi. You sound as though finding me is an achievement. 

Takumi: Lately it has been. It’s like you’ve been avoiding me for some reason. Every time I do see you it’s because you send me into battle.

y/n: Really? I didn’t think it was like that. I’ve just been… Busy.

Takumi: I know you probably are, but, I needed to talk to you about the last time we spoke.

y/n: Oh, um, yes… What is it?

Takumi: After I mentioned your world, you seemed to get really sad. Is there something about it that’s been haunting you?

y/n: Perhaps, but it’s of no importance. I have more going for me now than I ever did back there… But…

Takumi: But…?

y/n: I suppose for some reason I miss that place, even though while I was there, all I wanted to do was get away from it. Heheh, strange right?

Takumi: Maybe not as strange as you think. Maybe you’ve made friends here, but you had some back there, didn’t you? 

y/n: If my cats count, then I suppose so, yes. I wonder if anyone’s been feeding them. Has my apartment been audited yet? Did I get fired? Probably. Oh, sorry, I shouldn’t be laying all of this on you, but I suppose admitting a weakness is the first step to overcoming it. Thank you.

Takumi: It’s fine. If you ever need to talk about it, I’d be willing to lend an ear.

y/n: That’s all I could ask for.

[y/n and Takumi have reached support rank A.]


Takumi: Hey, y/n, I’d like to talk to you for a minute. In private.

y/n: This is the first time you’ve used my name since we’ve met. This must be serious.

Takumi: Well, it is. Come on, I know a place we can go.

[they leave]

y/n: Alright, what did you want to talk about?

Takumi: It’s about the way you’ve been talking to me lately.

y/n: Oh, is it too personal? I could always step back if I’m overwhelming you.

Takumi: No, that’s not it! I mean, not all of it. The way you talk to me, do you talk to all heroes like that? Or am I just, I don’t know, special to you? I mean I’d like to be, but I understand if I’m not.

y/n: Well, Takumi, you are special to me. When you first showed up, I was happy to see you, like most heroes. You were just another. But after we’ve talked more and I’ve gotten to know you, well, you became more special to me than you may want to be.

Takumi: What do you mean by that?

y/n: Takumi, this is- I suppose it’d be unfair to keep it from you. I love you, Takumi. I know that we can’t be together forever, but still, I love you.

Takumi: y-y/n…

y/n: … It may be inappropriate, because, technically, I’m just the strategist who gives you orders, but I cannot change my feelings. I apologize. If you’d like, I could send you back home. You can forget any of this ever happened.

Takumi: NO!! Um- no. I don’t want to do that. Because… the thing is, I love you too. That’s why I wanted to be so special to you. I mean, I want to be special to my siblings too, but it’s different with you. I don’t just want to be as good or better than you, I want to be good FOR you!

y/n: I don’t know how to respond. You know we couldn’t work, right? You’ll need to go home eventually.

Takumi: I think… I’d like to stay here with you, y/n. 

y/n: Are you certain?

Takumi: As long as you’re with me, I could never be more sure!

[y/n and Takumi have reached support rank S.]

Bail (pre-apocalypse!Daryl x Reader) Pt 2

Characters- teenage!Reader, teenage!Daryl Dixon, teenage!Rick Grimes, teenage!Shane Walsh and teenage!Lori Grimes.



Y/N and Daryl slept over at her house after the whole mishap with the police station and Merle, but Y/N has forgotten that family friend Rick is supposed to stay with her while her parents are away. Rick is very protective of Y/N and sees her as his little sister and if he finds out that Daryl is there, he’ll flip out. Y/N calls her best friend Lori over to help because she knows Rick has the biggest crush on her. Everything goes well until Shane tries to make a few advances towards Y/N, making her extremely uncomfortable.

 Warnings- strong language, fluff, angst, a little bit of violence, sexual assault.

Part One 



“Rick? Shane?” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Hey!” Rick smiles.

Shane looks ridiculously bored and not at all interested in me or whatever Rick’s agenda is.

“What’s up?” I ask Rick.

“Did you forget?” Rick replies, tilting his head to the side slightly.



Fuck, shit.

I completely forgot that Rick is supposed to stay with me while my parents are in Cuba. Rick is the son of my parents’ best friends and we’ve pretty much grown up together, so he’s kind of like a big brother to me. A big brother that doesn’t know that I have a boyfriend that’s been thrown in a jail cell three times.

“Nah, I didn’t forget!” I lie, chuckling awkwardly. “I just slept in, is all.” I add, still standing in the door way.

Rick and Shane loo at each other and then look back at me like they’re expecting something.

“So can we come in, or..?” Rick asks.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah sorry.” I move aside, letting both boys walk past the threshold of my home. I close the door and then turn to see Shane taking in hi new, unfamiliar surroundings.

“Nice place.” He mumbles.

“Uh, thanks.” I reply.

A clatter sounds upstairs, immediately catching our attention.

“The fuck was that?” Rick begins to walk up the stairs to investigate, but I’m soon to leap in front of him.

“Probably just the cat!” I laugh.

“You don’t have a cat.” Rick scowls.

“Right. Oh! It’s probably just Lori! She stayed over last night.” I giggle, continuously making up lies and untruths on the spot.

“Lori’s here?” Rick’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

Rick’s had a crush on Lori since I can remember. He’d always tag along to our soccer games and say it was to support me, but I knew that he only wanted to gawk at Lori.

“Yeah… yeah! And she… um… just got in the shower!” Luckily for me, it sounds like Daryl actually did  get into the shower, so Rick believes me straight away.

“I uh… I’ll go get dressed. Back soon.” I say, backing up the stairs, my awkward walk eventually turning into a run.

I run straight to the phone beside my bed and dial Lori’s number.

“Hello?” Lori picks up after a few dial tones.

“”Lori, it’s me.” I whisper, so the boys downstairs don’t hear me scheming.

“Oh hey! I was just about to call you!” Lori says cheerfully.

“Listen, I need you to come over, I need your help.” I beg, looking over my shoulder because of the looming possibility that Rick or Shane could come in at any moment and foil my lies.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Her tone switches from Jolly to concerned within a matter of seconds.

“I’m fine, I just have a major dilemma. Rick and Shane are here.”

“I’m struggling to see why that’s an issue.” Lori retorts.

“Because Daryl stayed here last night and now he’s in the shower!” I exclaim.

“Oh shit… that’s not good.”

“You think?”

“Wait, wait, how am I gonna make this any better?”

“I may or may not have told them that it’s you in the shower.” I reply sheepishly.

I hear Lori let out an amused scoff, making it obvious that she finds my mistake downright comical.

“I’ll be there in to minutes. I’ll climb the tree, make sure your window’s open.” She’s not even trying to make her laughter discreet at this point.

“Thank you!” I let out a relieved sigh, also thanking whatever higher power just saved my ass.

A couple of anxiety filled minutes later, Lori appears in the tree outside my bedroom and pulls herself through my window.

“You owe me. Big time.” She sighs, rolling her eyes as she stands upright and brushes herself off, pulling leaves and twigs out of her long dark hair.

“We can have this discussion later!” I hiss, pulling her to the bathroom. I signal for her to wait as I creep into the bathroom, where I find Daryl wrapping a towel around his waist.

“Someone’s impatient.” He smirks, stepping forward and leaning his head down to kiss me.

“We have a problem.” I tell him, placing a hand on his chest to stop him.

“What kind of problem?” He asks.

“The kind of problem where I completely forgot that my friend Rick is supposed to be staying with me this week because my parents asked him to and I haven’t told him about you and he thinks I’m still a virgin and him and his friend Shane are actually downstairs right now. That kind of problem.” I confess in a rambling fashion.

Daryl face-palms at my little slip up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at my idiocy.

“And what the hell am I supposed to do?” He sighs.

“I told them it was Lori in the shower.” I reply.

“Who the hell is Lori?”

And as if on que, Lori pokes her head around the door with a mischievous grin spread across her glossed lips.

“That would be me. Go hide!” She smiles as she trots into the bathroom and shoves her head under the still running water, so it looks like she’s been the one making all of the noise.

“Where am I supposed to hide!? Daryl exclaims. I frustratedly shush him in fear that Rick and Shane will hear a male voice that clearly doesn’t belong to either myself or Lori 

“I don’t know, in her room or something!” Lori suggests, the water still making it’s way through her hair.

“Okay, who is this!?”

“Ugh, Daryl, my best friend Lori. Lori, my boyfriend Daryl. Glad we’re all acquainted, now can we please-”

“Y/N? Everything okay up there?” Rick shouts from downstairs.

My eyes widen with panic at the sound of his voice, realizing that he’s clocked and is starting to get suspicious. I don’t blame him. I would be too if I heard a hushed argument between my life-long my friend, my crush and another mysterious entity.

“Yeah, all good Rick! We’ll be down in a second!” I yell back.


“No more questions, come on!” I hiss, cutting Daryl off and shoving him out of the bathroom, over into my room and then onto my bed.

“Can’t you just get rd of them?” Daryl pleads, slightly adjusting his towel.

“I’ll try my best, but Rick’s real stubborn.” I sigh, scratching my head in thought.

“Who the fuck is Rick?”

“I told you about Rick. Family friend? My parents are friends with his parents? Rick Grimes?” I attempt to jog Daryl’s memory.

“Rick Grimes?” He mocks, causing me to roll my eyes.

“Yes, Rick Grimes. Now, be quiet, be patient, and for God’s sake- behave.”

Daryl salutes sarcastically and flops backwards to lie down as I change into regular clothes that aren’t joggers and a sweater with David Bowie’s face on it. I pride myself on how classy my nightwear is.

“I look okay?” I pant dues to rushing around to find something clean, fitting, and actually presentable.

“You look fine.” He sighs without even glancing at me. “As long as it’s okay for Rick Grimes, right?” Daryl mumbles bitterly.

I stand in shock at Daryl’s snide and petty comment as he idly taps his stomach with his fingers, clearly being a jackass on purpose.

“Screw you, Daryl.” I scoff and storm out.

I jog downstairs and discover all three of the others on my couch. Lori and Rick are deep in conversation while Shane aimlessly flicks through my TV channels.

“You guys want drinks or something?” I ask, but with no response from anyone.

“Great.” I whisper and stroll over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. I lean against the counter and stress about the two boys in my lounge and the petty one in my bedroom. I take a sip and close my eyes, attempting to calm down and not overthink the situation. As I’m mid-thought, I feel another presence in the room and turn around to find Shane sitting on the counter opposite me. He tilts his head to the side and runs his eyes over my body, making me shuffle awkwardly.

“You okay?” I ask, starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

“Oh yeah, just fine. What about you? You good? You seem a little tense, sugar.”

His voice is husky and rough, but not like Daryl’s; Shane’s is predatory and has the ability to send shivers of discomfort down my spine. His deep brown eyes travel down to my chest, causing me to cross my arms to stop him staring.

“I uh… I’m just tired, Shane.” I force a smile to look somewhat polite.

“Don’t you lie to me, Y/N… I know what you were up to last night. Saw you hangin’ around the Sheriff’s department making out with Dixon.” Shane teases

My entire body stiffens at his words, my throat and chest tightening. I gulp out of nervousness and force a false chuckle.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talkin’ about, Shane. Lori and I were here all night last night. Must have gotten me mixed up with someone else. I have one of those faces.”

Shane shakes his head and lets out a dark chuckle.

“Trust me, I’d know your pretty face anywhere, Angel.”

I grimace at the term of endearment. That’s what Daryl calls me. Only Daryl. Coming from Shane, it sounds like pure garbage.

“Listen, I won’t tell Rick.” Shane smiles.

I let out a sigh of relief and my whole body relaxes, but that all comes to a halt when Shane utters those three little words.

On one condition.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I force my legs to stop shaking in fear as Shane edges closer and closer.

“What do you want from me, Shane?” I quiver.

“Oh, you know what I want…” He runs his fingers down my bare arm, leaving a trail of terror-induced goosebumps.

“Go to hell, Walsh.” I growl, still too petrified to move.

“Hey, Rick?” Shane shouts, his eyes still locked on me.

“No! Shane, please don’t.” I whimper.

“All you have to do is yes, Y/N. It’s just a quick fuck.”

I hear Rick’s footsteps approach the kitchen and my entire body starts to tremble with panic and anxiety, my heart beating out of my chest and my breath getting caught in my throat.

“Fine… fine, I’ll do it.” I cave.

Rick enters the kitchen and Shane turns to face him.

“What’s up?” Rick questions.

“You and Lori want drinks?” Shane asks, earning a small sigh of relief from me.

“Yeah, sure. Y/N, your Dad won’t mind, right?” Rick asks, completely clueless as to the pressure and blackmail that just took place in this very room.

“N-no, it should be fine.” I stammer nervously, resulting in Rick shooting a concerned gaze my way. I smile reassuringly as to not raise any questions.

“We’ll bring them out in a sec.” Shane nods and Rick eagerly walks back to Lori, thankful that he finally has some time with her. Shane turns back to face me, an evil grin stretched across his lips, eyeing me up like a lion does it’s prey.

“Shane, I have a boyfriend, I can’t just-”

“Daryl Dixon? He’s a redneck piece of shit.” Shane scoffs.

“Shut your mouth. You don’t know him like I do. The only piece of shit around here is you.” I scowl, attempting to drum up some confidence.

Shane leans forwards and puts his lips to my ear.

“You’ll think very differently once I’ve had my way with you.” He whispers and walks away. A wave of nausea washes over me and I lean against the counter-top, letting out a shaky breath. I have to clench my eyes closed to stop tears from running down my face and force my shoulders to relax so I don’t curl up into a ball and just completely break down. How did I get myself into this? Why didn’t I just tell Rick when Daryl and I first got together? I could’ve made this so much easier for myself and now I’ve backed myself into a corner. 

A little while later, when Lori, Shane, Rick and I are sat in my lounge watching TV,  Lori throws her head back and lets out a complaining groan.

“I’m so hungry! Should we order a pizza?” She asks.

“Better yet,” Shane starts. “Why don’t you two go get it? Pizza place isn’t too far and it’s real nice outside. You two can y’know… talk.” He smirks.

I realize what his ulterior motives are. Getting Lori and Rick out of the house so he can do God knows what to me… my eyes immediately dart over to Lori and silently beg her not to go, but she doesn’t notice my pleading stare and blushes a little.

“Sure. Rick, you want to?” Lori smiles.

“Yeah! I mean, yeah sure. Why not?” Rick replies.

The two get up and Shane grins slyly at me from across the room, striking fear and disgust into my very soul. He won’t really make me… right? He’s not that bad. 

My train of thought is broken by Lori giggling and the front door slamming shut. I jerk my head in Shane’s direction and immediately stand to my feet in a defensive manner.

“Shane… please. Look, I’ll tell Rick, okay? About Daryl, about everything.” I plead.

“Deal’s a deal, baby girl.” Shane relaxes back into the couch and keeps his stare on me, his hard, emotionless brown eyes taking in every curve and inch of my body.

“Y’know what, screw you. I don’t have to do shit.” I scoff and begin to walk away. Shane jumps over to the back of the couch and pushes me up against the wall by my shoulders with a great force that causes me to hit my head and let out a pained groan.

“Where’d you think you’re goin’?” He snickers.

“Let me go, Shane!” I cry out.

“Y’know what, I think we’ll have some fun first,” he rips the strap of my shirt down my shoulder as I continuously struggle against his strong grip. “I’d stop squirmin’ if I was you, it’s just going to make this more difficult. Well, for you anyways.” 

He kneels down, throws me over his shoulder and carries me over to the couch, where he throws me down and almost immediately pins my body beneath his.

“Shane, stop!” I scream. “Please!”

“You can yell all you want, ain’t nobody going to hear you-”

Shane’s word’s are cut short as he’s dragged off of me and tossed to the floor by Daryl, who then goes on to violently kick the shit out of him. Shane attempts to get up, but is unsuccessful when Daryl leans over him and brutally punches him in the face over and over and over again.

“Daryl, he’s done!” I yell, desperately trying to prevent him from killing Shane, despite everything.

And then, just when I manage to pull him away, that’s when I hear it.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” Rick cries out.


Stuck - Carl Grimes AU

Warnings: cussing

Word count: 689

Summary: You and Carl were running errands when suddenly a hoard of walkers came by. The two of you had to hide in a shop and soon the street became full of walkers. Because of the fact that the two of you would have to wait until the hoard passed, bickering started almost immediately. 

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader



Carl + reader getting stuck somewhere, and they hate eachother, so y/n suggests a way to get but if it fails Carl gets his way, then when reader’s idea fails carl’s idea was to make out. Thanks

Notes: Y/n = your name

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(cups hands) Why do y'all always wanna cuddle and hold white mun’s hands when they fuck up but when muns of color make mistakes, y'all always wanna publicly execute them without ever letting them try to better themselves??? Why do we have to apologise and basically be on our knees when white muns easily use the excuse that they’re mentally​ ill to get off scotch free. Not only that but rewarded for being “more mature” about the situation. Why do you want to ignore these things and act like they don’t actually happen? If you’re a person of color and you’re defending this kind of action, you should be ashamed of yourself because you’re also part of the problem. You don’t get to wipe your hands clean of this. You are partaking on racism and erasure. Congratulations. You’re becoming what you constantly complain about.

Why does Yurio want to win so badly?

Yurio has spent much of the series saying how he wants to win and how he’s going to become the best in the world. Most people have attributed this desire solely to Yurio’s personality and just the way he is.

However, that’s not correct. Yurio wants to win… because he needs money. Now before you keep scrolling because you think that’s ridiculous, hear me out and keep reading.

If you guys haven’t scrolled through the Yuri!!! on Ice official website, you should do that sometime. 

Wait… let’s take a close look…

Not since he’s junior days… since his rookie days… since the beginning. Yurio’s whole skating career has been so that he can provide for his family. The earliest we see Yurio skating competitively was age 12. A twelve year old, and maybe even younger, was the primary source of income for his family. Can you imagine the pressure on Yurio as he competes? No wonder he said he would throw everything away to skate when Lilia told him to. No wonder he put six jumps, a “death wish”,  in the second half of his free skate. Yurio is desparate. He want’s to win so he can provide a better life for his family.