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The Mom Friend - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request- “Jeff Atkins imagine where the reader is zach’s sister and they all hang out together in a big group for the first time and the reader is The Mom Friend™ and stops them all from doing crazy shit”


“Yo Justin throw me another beer?” Your brother called across the room at the already slightly wasted teen boy. He nodded and chucked the can in your direction, causing you to duck.

“Watch it, Foley.” You warned, giving him dagger eyes. He chuckled and opened what might be his seventh beer. Jess and Justin had spent the majority of the evening so far partaking in intense PDA, they were as drunk as each other and clearly thirsty.

Deciding it might be best to move, you went to sit next to Jeff, your boyfriend. He smiled as he saw you approach and squeezed your thigh as you sat next to him.

Jeff and you had only been dating for around two months, and this evening was the first you’d spend together with your brother and his friends in one place. You were at Bryce’s. He had the nicest place and had decided to invite the few of you round to chill and have a few drinks. Most everyone was drunk, including Jeff, leaving you to Mother everyone and make sure they did nothing too stupid.

“You look really fucking good.” Slurred Jeff, making you giggle.

“You look really fucking drunk.” You retorted. You placed your hand over his and ruffled his hair with the other.

“Will you come in the pool with me?” He asked, his face that as if he’d had a brilliant idea.

“Bad idea, Jeffy boo.” You mocked.

“Why?” He sounded like a defiant kid.

“You’re drunk and I can’t be doing with you drowning.” You rolled your eyes, and placed your head on his shoulder. He sighed but clumsily dragged his fingers through your hair.

“I’ll get you some bread and water.” You decided, jumping up off the sofa to fetch the supplies.

—-

You met up with Zach out by the pool, offering him some bread and water.

“No thanks, Y/N. Gross.” Your drunk brother made vomiting motions and shook his head violently.

“Please just one sip.” You begged, giving him the puppy dog eyes that always worked so well on him. He rolled his eyes, taking the water from you reluctantly and gulping before handing it back to you.

“Now, im going swimming.” He pointed his finger up sternly.

“No, Zach, you’re not.” You told him.

“Yes!” Countered Zach, before deciding to pull his t shirt over his head.

“You going swimming Zach!?” Monty came out of nowhere, ran towards you, pulling his shirt off as well.

“No he isn’t.” You said sternly.

“Yes he is.” Sulked Zach.

You placed the water and bread on the floor by you.

You grabbed each boys wrist, turning them to face you.

“You’re not stepping foot in that water boys, you hear me?”

Monty and Zach nodded fearfully. Your stern mothering attitude always worked a treat on them, especially when they were drunk.

“Good. Now let’s get you inside and clothed. And then you can have some of this.” You took charge, motioning towards the bread and water on the floor beside you.

Both boys looked disgusted, but abided anyway.

—-

About an hour later, after making it round all the boys with bread and water, and then dancing with Jess for what felt like hours, you sat with Monty playing video games.

“I’m going to get myself a drink, do you want anything?” You turned to him.

“No thanks, Y/N.” Monty’s eyes were focused on the screen.

You wandered toward the kitchen, but stopped in your tracks when you heard voices. There was nothing like a bit of eavesdropping.

“Nah man, I gotta tell you something.” Your brother Zach’s voice drifted out of the room.

“Yeah, go ahead.” The respondent was Jeff.

“Y/N, my sister, you two, I’m so happy.” Zach fumbled.

“You are?” Jeff was trying to hide the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah, man. Y/N has been hurt really fucking bad before, but you’re different- I can tell.” He breathed, you could tell he was nervous. “You make her so happy, and seeing her happy, makes me happy, I’m so thankful you’re in her life.”

“Trust me, man, I’d never hurt Y/N. she doesn’t really like to go into detail but I know previous guys have caused her shit, and I couldn’t ever do that to her.” Jeff admitted. Your heart fluttered at the conversation between your two favourite boys.

“I know, that’s why I’m so glad it’s you. She means so much to me and I know you’ll treat her right.” Zach continued.

“I haven’t told her yet because I still feel like it’s early days, and I’m afraid she won’t feel the same, but I’m so fucking in love with her, Zach. Y/N is the best thing that’s happened to me in such a long time.” Jeff’s words melted your heart. You had to let him know you felt the same way soon. Damn that boy had you good.

You could almost see Zach grinning at Jeff.
“I’m so glad you’re happy too, dude. You mean a lot to me as well.”

“Thank you, man. Back at you. I thought to begin with dating your sister might be a bit weird.”

“Yeah, right-”

But you couldn’t stand there any longer, so you made a loud entrance into the room.

“Hey guys, just getting a drink.” You explained, pretending you hadn’t just heard their entire conversation.

“You want the rest of this, Y/N?” Jeff asked, holding out his beer.

You smiled warmly. “Sure.” As you took the can from his hand, you placed your other hand on his waist and leaned in to peck a kiss on his lips.

“Oooooh Kay,” Zach coughed. “I’m going to remove myself from this PDA.” He said, moving backwards out of the room, and you could’ve sworn as you turned, you saw him wink at Jeff out of the corner of his eye.

Jeff chuckled.
“Poor Zach. Must be weird.”

You laughed internally at the irony, given you’d just heard the whole thing, but brushed it off. Jeff had sobered considerably since earlier, and you were glad, since it gave you an excuse to make out with him profusely.

You leaned in for another peck, and decided to place the beer on the counter behind Jeff, so you could use both hands to cup his face.

“Jeff Atkins.” You smiled up at him.

“Y/N L/N.” he smiled back.

“I love you.” This was the first time either of you had really said it, but after hearing Jeff’s confession, you weren’t afraid anymore. Jeff was taken aback, but then, you thought maybe his face would crack from the beaming grin that lit up his beautiful features.

“I love you too!” He nearly shouted, drawing circles with his hands on your waist.
You giggled at the idiot in front of you, and went in for a full kiss.

His lips enveloped yours hungrily, both very slightly buzzed from alcohol. You caressed his neck with your hands and he squeezed your waist tightly, making your entire body tingle and causing a gasp to come from your mouth. Jeff chuckled against you, realising he was doing to you exactly what you were doing to him, and finding joy that you had that effect over each other.

Jeff moved his hands lower, cupping your ass before lifting you so that you were straddling his waist. He swung round quickly so that he could almost throw you onto the counter behind, you gasped again, neither of you caring that you’d knocked over the beer can. He roughly put his hands behind your knees to pull you closer to him and devour you even more. Your legs either side of him, he stood right up against the counter as close to you as humanly possible and tasted every inch of your mouth. This was something you could never get tired of.

“Jeff,” you pushed his mouth off you. “I think we’re going to have to move this elsewhere.” You panted.

His chuckles lit up your heart like fairy lights, and the love in his eyes wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

“That’s probably a good idea, I can’t take much longer.”

He lifted you down off the counter, and you took his hand and led him out into the summerhouse, hoping for some privacy.

Your brothers blessing had really made your day, and you could tell it had made Jeff’s too.

Bad Match - Pt.1/?

Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2605

Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings, bad date, Bucky is kind of a jerk, swearing.

A/N: I’m not exactly happy with it, but I just couldn’t stare at the screen anymore. Thank you @imhereforbvcky  for your kind offer to help, giving me some of your time and teaching me so much about writing with just a few notes. You’re amazing.  

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry!

Part 1/?

“Are you sure is not too soon for both of us?” you apprehensively asked your best friend through the phone. “I mean, I broke up with Jeff just, what… three months ago and he, on the other hand, well, he’s Bucky Barnes…I really wouldn’t like to become an additional problem for him, since he already has his fair share of issues” you tried to debate with your fellow SHIELD agent.

“Three months are already too long Y/N, it’s past time for you to move on, and when it comes to Bucky, he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man, and he’s gonna love you too, trust me,” the strong-minded woman argued on the other side of the line.

“Ok…” you sighed with resignation, knowing there’s no win with Sharon Carter once she’d put something on her mind “I guess you have a point, I’ll be there”.

~~~

Lying on their shared bed, arms crossed behind his head, Steve observed his girlfriend sitting by the desk talking to you on the phone. When she hung up with a satisfied smile he knew she’d got what she wanted.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” the Avenger told her with furrowed eyebrows while she was making herself comfortable again beside him laying one arm over his chest.

“Of course I do, they are great for each other.” She responded with the smug confidence that Steve so well knew and loved about her.

“I just don’t think Bucky is ready Shar, and wasn’t it Y/N that recently got out of a terrible relationship?” He tried to ponder with her.  

“Steve, honey, I know you worry a lot about Bucky, and you have your reasons, I get it. Yet, he’s been among us for over a year now. He’s doing so great working with the Avengers. I understand he’s still have some social skills matters to work on, but he’s been doing progress with therapy.” She tried to prove her point.

Steve looked down at his girlfriend “What about the Natasha situation?”

“That’s another reason. That ain’t gonna happen, not now, not never, she’s a different person than she was before and is head over heels for another man. Bucky has got to let go of this obsession with their past.” The blonde woman snorted her disapproval and continued. “He hasn’t been to a proper date yet, don’t you think there’s something missing? He needs someone good in his life, not just those meaningless shallow one-night stands he’s been going on.”

Steve opened his mouth to respond, but Sharon kept talking, circling her hand on his chest in a reassuring way “And as for Y/N, yes, she’s been in a horrible relationship, but she’s managed to put an end on it and deserves a second chance too. They are a good match, I have a feeling.”

“I still don’t know baby, are you really sticking with this?” The soldier insisted.

“Steve… sometimes even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself…”  

The Captain interrupted her, rolling his eyes “Ok ok ok, you don’t have to use the “you move” speech.” Giving her the giggles, he chuckled and put a kiss on the top of her head “I just hope you’re right on this one.”

“I am.” She concluded nuzzling into her boyfriend chest.

~~~

“Here it is, Miss,” you smiled at the waiter when he placed your second drink of the night on the table. You took another glance at the clock on the restaurant wall, 30 minutes…

You couldn’t believe that you were going to be stood up on your first date after your break up with Jeff. So much for being open to new possibilities.  At first you were reluctant to go along with Sharon’s idea, but then you started to think that she could be right. You had to move on from you self-pitying state and the sooner the better.

Flashbacks of the crappy last two years started playing in your mind. You had met Jeff at one of the CIA`s divisions in Europe, when you and Sharon started working there after the fall of SHIELD.  You didn’t know then, but he was the man that would break you into a million tiny self-hating pieces. Without once laying a finger on you he had the power to, with a word or just a look, make you feel unworthy, tiny, unlovable. There was always something that wasn’t good enough for him: your clothes weren’t that fashionable, your looks could be better, your hair should be longer and there was always someone than  you in any given aspect. That was your daily life with the man you started to believe you were lucky to have as partner and that loved you in spite of all of those flaws.

You only realized you were getting stuck in a vicious cycle of self-loathing when your friends, specially Sharon, practically punched some sense into you.

The break up didn’t happen on good terms, so you were glad in accepting SHIELD’s insistent offer to assume your position back after they were reactivated and rejoined forces with the Avengers. You moved countries and focused exclusively on work.

Your fall to an abyss of sad memories was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat next to you. When you looked up, you weren’t expecting to see an ocean of blue eyes staring down at you with a questioning look.

“Oh h-hi, sorry I didn’t see you here” You stood up and, God knows why, leaned to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, only to be stopped with a preventative handshake. Blame it on your European times.

“Hi you must be Y/N, my name is Bucky.” He introduced himself and the soft rusky tone of his voice was the most alluring you had ever heard.

Like in a trance you practically moaned, “I know everything about you Bucky.” Listening to your own words and checking the startled expression on his face as he let go of your hand, you tried to correct yourself. “I-I mean, n-not everything, course not, you’re Bucky Barnes, Steve and Sharon’s friend, t-that’s what I know.” He raised one eyebrow and took his seat in front of yours.

What was the matter with you? You had met the guy for five seconds and suddenly became a stuttering mess? You took in his appearance and concluded that, even though you had seen pictures of him before (most of them with his Winter Soldier mask, since the media still craved for his troublesome past) you certainly weren’t ready for the real deal. He was absolutely gorgeous.

But that fact and the outrageously sexy low bun that was holding his brow locks didn’t stop you from realizing he hadn’t apologized for being 40 minutes late.

“How was the traffic, too crazy?” You questioned to give him the opportunity to redeem himself.

“No, not really” he responded nonchalantly, taking a look around the Indian place you had chosen. “Have you ordered anything yet?”

“Oh, I haven’t, I was waiting for you.”

“I hate Indian food, but go ahead, make your order.” He turned to the waiter already standing next to him and asked for a drink.

“Oh… I’m sorry, this is my favorite place, that’s is why I picked it, I didn’t know… we can go… somewhere else…” You were so flustered that you could feel your whole body burning, starting in your cheeks that probably were showing a deep shade of pink now.

“No, no, don’t worry Doll, I’m a drink kind of guy anyway… So tell me, how long have you been friends with Sharon?”

The use of the nickname and the whole embarrassing events so far got you rambling non-stop. You never ordered your food and kept talking about your childhood, your job, Donald Trump, the lack of male nudity on Game of Thrones… Every single thought that came across your mind was spilled at an impassive Bucky.

When your mouth went dry of talking and not a word had come out of Bucky’s plump lips you excused yourself to the toilet, taking your purse with you.

Inside the small room, you took a deep breath and, while staring at the mirror to retouch your lipstick, you wondered when everything had started to go to shit. Maybe you weren’t ready after all…

Walking back towards the table, you decided to give it another try, start over and maybe have a pleasant rest of night with your date. You glimpsed Bucky by his back talking on his cellphone and the sound of your name made you stop close enough to overhear the conversation.

“What can I tell you Steve? Jesus, she won’t stop talking… And I don’t understand half of the things she’s saying. I can’t see why you and Sharon insisted on this dating thing… Besides, you were wrong… Not for a minute I was able to get Natasha out of my head… Y/N’s got nothing on her, she is not slightly as amazing as Nat…”

You felt your stomach drop to the floor and your heart sank. Bucky kept talking, but there was a buzz in your ears, loud enough to drown out every other sound around you. The restaurant and everything else transformed into a very familiar scenario. It was like Jeff was by your side all over again and his unwanted voice in your mind was reminding you of how distasteful, insignificant and unlovable you were. Your hands started shaking and tears were forming in your eyes, that was the signal you needed to turn around and leave as fast as you could. No goodbyes. You never wanted to see Bucky Barnes in your life again.

~~~

When you got to your bedroom after the longest cab ride in your life, your attention was caught by the pathetic form in front of the mirror on your wall. You knew that the woman he was comparing you with was THE Natasha Romanoff, the sexiest spy alive whose seductiveness haunted you poor hard worker mortals who were trying to make a living in the secret agent’s business. How could he even make the comparison when clearly there was none. You were average, tops. Flat where you should be curvy and curvy where you should be flat.

Someone could think that you’d be able to beat you lousy sex-appeal by a dashing interesting personality, but this someone would be wrong. If you had doubts about it, the last few moments with Bucky had dismissed them all, he was pretty clear about how unpleasant your company had been… Not slightly as amazing…

Knowing that you were going down a road too familiar for your taste, you attempted to dismiss all those self-hatred thoughts off of your mind by trying to get some sleep, hoping to dream a sweet dream that would make you forget all about that night. So you took off the dress you’d bought for the occasion and left it on the floor, found some energy in you to remove the full face makeup and brushed your teeth before diving into your bed, putting on some pjs was too much to ask of you at that moment.  

 ~~~

Your alarm rang and it felt like it had been 5 minutes since you finally conquered slumber. You groaned at the sound and the prospect of getting up to face the day ahead. Your half-asleep mind immediately drifted to the night before. Something you were so desperately trying to keep dormant inside you had awakened. The wounds on your self-esteem were too fresh and those words had hit them like a punch.

Despite the desire to keep drowned in your fort of blankets,  you couldn’t skip work. You had a meeting with The Man himself, Nick Fury. You had no idea what it would be about, you were warned by his secretary the day before.

You shook away your thoughts about the date with Bucky and got off the bed.  You had much more important things to worry about and focus on. At least you wouldn’t have to see him again, as the SHIELD’S operating base wasn’t located at the Avengers’ Tower.

Not much time passed before you were ready to go to work, after all it wasn’t that hard to choose an outfit from a wardrobe of grey suits. On your commute to SHIELD’s headquarters you remembered to take a look on your phone. 5 missed calls from Sharon. …he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man … You mimic her voice in your head and memorized an entire speech of curses to deliver to the blonde for when you meet her again.

Once inside the building you already felt a little better. Work was your whole life, especially now, you loved what you did and felt appreciated and wanted there. You went straight to the big boss’s office, feeling nervous about whatever the infamous Nicky Fury wanted to talk to you.

“Hi Y/N, how are you today?” Maria Hill greeted you, putting an arm around your shoulder, guiding you to the adjacent room of the large office.

“Hi Maria, a little anxious for whatever this means, any clues?” she gave you a squeeze on your shoulder and smiled at you, but another voice responded:

“Miss Y/L/N, you’re here because I have a proposition for you.” It was the SHIELD’S director, using his well-known straightforward style.

“Tony Stark has contacted me and asked for the name, and I quote, of the most badass spy I could provide him.” Having an idea of where that conversation was heading, but not allowing yourself to fully believe it, you kept a dumbfounded stare at your boss in front of you, waiting for the outcome.

“So, Miss Y/L/N, how would you fancy a position on the Avengers’ team?” The weakness in your knees and the sweat leaking out of your pores must had been pretty evident, since Maria Hill placed her hand on the low of your back, in a support attempt.

“Oh my God sir, it’s such an honor…” your tremulous voice was interrupted by Fury, clearly in a hurry:  

“Good, you’re being transferred today to the Avengers compound, Maria will help you with paperwork and everything else that will be necessary for your relocation…”  He talked in a monotone, gathering some papers on the desk he was standing by, apparently oblivious by the rush of adrenaline that was swelling down your whole body. Suddenly  Maria’s support didn’t seem enough to prevent you from falling, so you gripped one hand on the desk chair in front of you, biting your lower lip so you wouldn’t let out the scream taking place in your mind. You had never thought something like that would happen, but now that it was a reality you felt like you had dreamed about it your whole life.

“You’ll go through evaluations and training for some time and then it will be decided if you really have what it takes to be an Avenger…” I’m going to be a fucking Avenger, bitch. You were trying to maintain some posture and conceal your excitement by listening carefully to the instructions that would change your life.

“Your main tutor for the starting process will give you the guidelines and other details, he’s most likely now waiting for you at the compound. You’ve already had the chance to meet Sgt. James Barnes, haven’t you?”

And just like that you went straight to the floor from cloud 9. FUCK.


End of part 1. 

So? Feedbacks? 

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I wanna say that I really like your writing! If you don't mind, could you do an MC that is afraid of the dark? Thank you so much!

I have a fear of the dark, so I have lights hung up around my room. im so sorry this took so long, i added the minor trio because i felt so bad. i hope you like them.

Yoosung

  • kinda think he’s a little     scared of the dark too?    
  • Like he tries to be a manly     man™
  • But he’s bad at it 
  • So he’s 100% with a night light     or something     
  • Probably gets one of the wall     Sticker lights     
  • Like the ones that make it look     like Captain Americas shield has punched through the wall
  • Because Yoosung can’t be     trusted around fire Yoosung doesn’t own any candles
  • So if there’s a black out he’ll     just hold you tight
  • “It’s Okay MC!!! You don’t     have to cry!!”
  • “Yoosung, you’re crying     not me"     
  • He’ll protect you
  • Don’t worry

Jaehee

  • A Little confused when you tell     her
  • Because like the dark is just     the absence of light     
  • But it doesn’t really matter     since Jaehee has learned to fall asleep with lights on
  • She’s fallen asleep while     writing reports numerous times    
  • And forgets to turn lights off
  • So if you need some source of     light it won’t bother her    
  • She probably fights it cute     though
  • Secretly wants to protect you,     so she’ll cuddle up to you    
  • Such an angel 
  • When there’s blackouts, or     you’re somewhere without light, she’ll grab your hand and remind you she’s     there     
  • She’ll do what she can to never     leave you alone in the dark    
  • Or to scare you when it’s dark

Zen

  • Zen does not like sleeping with     lights on
  • But when you tell him he melts
  • He still won’t want the lights     on, but he’s fine with a little light somewhere 
  • Maybe leaving the hall light on
  • Also willing to protect you
  • “You don’t have to be     afraid MC, I’ll protect you from anything scary. I promise" 
  • He’ll smother you so you’re     protected
  • Also might accidentally     suffocate you
  • So just push him off a little
  • He’ll also do the same if     there’s a blackout
  • He’ll wrap his entire body     around you and whisper sweet things in your ear
  • Again if it’s suffocating just     nudge him a little he’ll ease up 

Jumin

  • also confused like Jaehee
  • He finds it illogical
  • But then again, anything for     the love of his life    
  • He won’t want the lights on     either, but he’s willing to adapt for you
  • Probably does something fancy     like gets lights installed in the roof to look like little glowing stars 
  • Something fancy and rich like     that
  • Also asks if you want to talk     to someone about your fear since he finds it a little childish
  • He also gets little floor     lights installed e v e r y w h e r e    
  • So whenever you’re walking you     can always see ahead of you    
  • He isn’t good at comforting     people but he’ll make sure you’re okay during black outs 
  • And that the power is back on     quickly.     

Saeyoung

  • this is totally fine!!!! 
  • This boy is willing to sleep on     the suns fucking surface for you  
  • So a little light isn’t gonna     kill him
  • Truth be told he isn’t fond of     the dark, he doesn’t have a fear per say, but he is much more comfortable     with being able to see    
  • He makes sure you’re never left     alone in the dark     
  • If you ever get trapped in the     dark together he’ll tell you everything will be okay and he’s right there     for you
  • Such a sweetheart. 


Bonus!! Because these took so long and I feel really bad. 

Saeran

  • yeah
  • Same
  • He’s been kept in the dark his     entire life
  • So he’s probably petrified of     it
  • especially when he’s alone he’s     scared of the dark
  • Of the unknown
  • Pun not intended 
  • You have a string of power     lights across your guys’ room that are almost always on
  • If there’s ever a blackout the     two of you hold each other close 
  • You’re both scared but you’re     not alone and that’s the main thing 

Vanderwood

  • annoyed 
  • Like really?
  • It’s just the dark
  • He is literally the definition     of ‘the dark side'     
  • He won’t admit it but he     actually wants to help you with your fear rather than make fun of you
  • Because he cares 
  • Tsundere tsundere 
  • He’ll probably hug you if you     guys get trapped in the dark together.
  • "You should know by now     I’ll protect you no matter what, MC. Don’t be stupid" 
  • Probably doesn’t give a shit if     you have lights on at night    
  • As long as they’re not too     excessive     

V

  • he can’t be scared of the dark     it’s all he sees
  • "Oh my god V it’s so dark     I can’t see anything”    
  • “Omg me neither neither     MC"     
  • V finds your fear a little cute 
  • In a weird way
  • Like the way you cling to him     when it’s too dark?
  • He lives for that shit
  • He will make you feel safe and     secure even when you can’t see a centimeter in front of your face
  • V is practically the sun so     it’s like never dark    
  • He’s fine with night lights
  • They don’t bother him
Little Sister

For an anon who requested “Can I get a one shot where the reader is like Tony’s cousin or sister and he forgot his lunch so she brings it to him and Gibbs and reader take a liking to each other when they first meet?”

You tossed the bag down in front of Tony, watching his head snap up in surprise and you smirked at him, arms crossed over your chest.

“Had I know how much of a struggle it was to get in your building I would have taken it to work and eaten it myself.” You laughed, sitting on the edge of his desk and looking around, “So this is where you work? Not bad, when you were little we were just hoping you learned how to hold a pen correctly.” You teased and Tony glared, opening his bagged lunch and glaring.

“You took my tasty cake.” He accused, rummaging through his bag, “Two fruits and no pastry? What do I look like to you, (Y/N)?”

“Someone who could use more fruit in the diet and less tasty cake obviously.” You grinned, and Tony looked more then ready to argue back when you were interrupted.

“Tony who’s this?” A woman with an accent asked, and you cocked an eyebrow at Tony, causing him to send you a dirty look, “New… girlfriend, we should know about?” You spun around, both you and Tony making nearly identical faces of disgust.

“Girlfriend?” He repeated, “No, this is my sister, (Y/N), (Y/N) this is my team Ziva David, and McGeek.”

“My name isn-” Tony didn’t even bat an eye.

“Abby is downstairs, you’d like her, and Ducky is our ME. Then there Gibbs, he’s our boss, and trust me he might look like a hard ass but he’s-”

“He’s what DiNozzo?” Tony paled slightly and struggled to get back to looking like he was doing something productive.

“A great boss and and great man?” Tony offered and you laughed out loud. This was great, watching someone besides you putting Tony in his place.

“Tony you’re being incredibly rude, introduce me.” He muttered under his breath before spinning around again.

“Boss, this is my little sister (Y/N) She has all of the devilish good looks of the rest of us DiNozzos and half of the charm.”

“Hey!” You glared, punching his arm.

“(Y/N), my dear, lovely sister, this is Gibbs. My boss.” You considered giving Tony the finger, then also considered the fact that you were an adult woman, in a federal building, so you settled for an eye roll before extending your hand to Gibbs.

“I’m sorry you got stuck working with my ever so charming brother.” Gibbs took your hand and shook it, chuckling slightly.

“Well, while I have to agree with the devilish good looks part, I find it hard to believe that you’re the less charming sibling.” Woah was that a blatant flirt? You blushed slightly and laughed, looking at your very very uncomfortable looking brother.

“You don’t seem like too much of a hardass either. My dearest brother must just be really bad at describing people.” You joked, ignoring the huff from behind you. Gibbs nodded in agreement, not even sparing his surprised looking team a glance.

“Well if you’re free sometime we could always do coffee, introduce ourselves in our own words.” He offered.

“Sounds good to me, Gibbs.” You smirked.

“Call me Jethro, please.”

“Well then it sounds good to me, Jethro. But I’m running late so I’ll..” You grabbed a piece of paper from your brother’s desk and jotted down your number, handing it over and grabbing your bag, “Call me later,” You swooped and kissed your brother’s cheek before waving at this team, “Nice meeting you all!” You called before seeing yourself out. Everyone was silent for a moment, unsure of what exactly they just witness.

“DiNozzo?”

“Yes boss?”

“Get back to work.” 

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Four

A/N : Sorry this is so late, had some Real Life Stuff come up (which meant going out to eat dinner because I’m not gonna eat Hamburger Helper at home when I’m dealing with drama, you know?).  Might not/probably won’t post this on FF.net or Ao3 until tomorrow because I need a nap and some chocolate. Unbeta’d, as per. 

OH, before I forget - this one is probably a hard PG 13/light M for a tiny mention of wanking.  Sorry.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 – Day Four (Non-Canon – First Sleepover/Sleep Together)

Who’s Been Sleeping in My Bed?

The first (and last) time Sherlock sleeps on Molly’s sofa was the night he jumps from the roof of Barts.  The horrid piece of furniture is far too short for him, and not nearly as comfortable as the one he’d been forced to abandon at Baker Street. Beggars can’t be choosers, unfortunately; and he was lucky that Molly was willing to put him up for the night at all. If anyone knew he was in her home after he was supposed to have plummeted to his death, she would be in serious danger.

She shuffles past him at half seven, clearly on her way to the kitchen and the coffee maker.  “You kept waking me up all night, I could hear you tossing and turning. Next time just take my bed.”

They both freeze.  They had never discussed the possibility of a ‘next time’.  He doesn’t know what to say; so he simply says, “All right.”

Molly nods and continues her barely-awake shuffle toward the coffee maker.

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Good Girl Ch 43: I Want Her To Myself

Sehun’s POV

It’s my day with her, my day, my day. The moment my eyes are open I jump out of bed and quickly scramble out of my room to find her. She was with Baekhyun last night thankfully, he throws a fit when I bust into his room but he won’t kill me like the older hyungs would. He is a huffing mess, his face is red, and he’s pouting at my loud entrance but I only look at him for a second before focusing on the cute little ball of curls sticking out of the covers. Of course she is still sound asleep, knowing Baekhyun he kept her up all night.

“At least let her finish sleeping,” Baek whines flopping back down next to her.

I huff just as Kris pushes me out of the way to join us, “Can I borrow her for few minutes before you have your way with her?”

“No! It’s my birthday and you are the one who created that rule! She is mine the whole day!” I stomp my foot like a child.

“Stop whining,” Baekhyun growls, “It’s too early for your shit.”

“I’ll be back for her in 45 minutes, do what you want with that time,” With that I turn on my heel and storm away back to my room. Those bastards. I never say anything when everyone else has their turn. I just sit there and let them do whatever they want with her like we are supposed to do. This is so unfair! I’ll never get all of her attention with them crawling all over the place. An idea comes to mind. I rush to my room and grab a bag, after stuffing it with another out fit and an extra shirt for her I zip it close. I pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before I hear some idiots coming down the hall.

“Jooyoung!” Suho and Lay sing song as they bust into my room. I come out of my closet to see their confused faces, “Where is Joo?”

“Baekhyun’s room. What are you doing looking for anyway? She’s mine today!” I snap.

Lay rolls his eyes at me, “Stop sounding like a spoiled brat. We just want to say good morning.”

“Where are you going with that bag?” Suho wonders as he eyes me up.

I look down slightly, my grip on the bag tightens, “I’m taking Joo to town for the night for my birthday.”

“You don’t seriously think that is going to be okay, do you?” Lay scoffs.

“Why not? It’s my birthday, I’m allowed to do whatever I want.”

Suho glares at me, “You are. But you are not taking our precious baby into the city by yourself, unarmed, with Block B still out there looking for her.”

I huff, storming over to my bed I reach under and pull out a 9mm and quickly shove it in my bag, “Happy? Not to mention the fact I will be staying at one of our hotels, in a city that we basically run while the other half is ran by another man who is in love with her.” We are all silent for a minute. I shouldn’t have said that. My blood is boiling at the mention of that man even though the words fell from my own lips.

Suho takes a deep breath, “So you are relying on that bastard now too?”

I can’t get myself to look him in the eye knowing the kind of disappointment that will be in them, “When it comes to Joo, I think I can trust him to keep her safe. We do it every Tuesday, are you telling me that you don’t trust him with her?”

“No I don’t fucking trust him!” He growls, “I just have to send her out into his arms every fucking week and pray he doesn’t do something to make her hate us or love him more than us. I don’t trust any man who has the ability, and the want, to turn her against us so she never comes home!”

“Hyung,” Lay steps in and places a hand on the older man’s shoulder, “We said no more fighting about this guy. Go cool down, stop by and say good morning to Joo, maybe that will help.” I’m surprised when the older listens and storms out of the room, but fear takes over when Lay turns to glare at me. “Why did you have to go and say that? Now he’s just going to be pissy all day, thanks.”

“Sorry,” I mumble softly, I’m actually shaking under his gaze.

He sighs and runs his hands thru his hair, “Make sure you have the hotel add on extra security and that they are really strict on who they let in.” My eyes light up at the sound of his words but he makes sure to water down some of my excitement. “You can go out and have fun celebrating your birthday with her all to yourself, I’m jealous more than anything right now so sorry for the hostility.” He gives me a very brief smile, “But I swear to God Sehun, if something happens to our girl you better hope you are dead other wise you will be, got it?”

I nod.

“Good. Now I’m going to say good by to my baby before chaos ensues.” He turns on his heel and walks out. As soon as he is out of the door I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding, god he is fucking scary. I rush to Joo’s room for some clothes for her to wear there and put them in the bag with my stuff, she’s going to have to change in the car, I’m not dealing with my hyungs hanging over our shoulders any longer than I have to. Creeping outside of Baekhyun’s room I see that everyone seems to have gathered there around her, talking and having fun. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought, even with Lay and Suho’s okay I’m going to have to get passed Xiumin and Kris which is not going to be an easy task. Thank fully Chanyeol suggests that they should all go down for breakfast.

I book it down to the dinning room and hide just inside the doorway, ready to scoop her up and run to the door, thanking myself for leaving my car in front last night. Just as planned they begin walking past me, Kris and Xiumin are in front leaving Joo behind with Kai. With a deep breath I push my hyung out of the way and scoop her up before running faster than I ever thought possible to my car. I throw her in the passengers seat than climb into the drivers. My hyungs are in the doorway looking absolutely pissed, I’ll leave Suho and Lay to explain it to them.

“Where are we going?” Her sweet voice wonders as she buckles her seat belt after noticing my speeding.

“One of our hotels,” I answer shortly with a small smile.

“May I ask why?”

I sigh and repeat the same words I ‘ve said at least a dozen times today already, “I want you all to myself for today.”

She nods with a an amused smirk on her face, “Did you tell anyone this before you stole me?”

“Lay and Suho hyung know, though they aren’t happy about it. They’ll tell the rest so don’t worry.” I glance at her, “Are you okay with this?”

“Of course,” She gives me one of her beautiful smiles. “I’m always happy to spend time with you Daddy.”

I find myself grinning as I take her little hand in mine, “Good.”

The drive is quick with my constant speeding. We arrive at the hotel, Joo had thrown on the jeans and t-shirt I had packed for her, allowing us to go right in. I’ve only stayed at this hotel once, I preferred the one we have in Seoul but I don’t think my hyungs would appreciate me taking her out of the city so this will have to do. I check us into the nicest sweet and drag her along behind me to the elevator. Inside our room I don’t give her a moment of rest, as soon as the door locks behind us I have her in my arms up against a wall.

My lips are on hers’, nipping and sucking on her bottom lip, earning a sweet moan from her. Her thin legs wrap around my waist while her arms do the same around my neck, pulling me closer. She tastes like vanilla, like always, her sweet taste lingers on my tongue as I release her lips to travel down to her jaw and neck. With a soft thunk, her head falls back against the wall exposing her neck fully to me. I take the advantage and leaving a little love bites all over her beautiful tan skin that seems to be begging to be marked by me. One of her small hands tangles in my hair and pulls me away from ravaging her neck, I look up at her confused.

“It’s your birthday,” She some how manages to mumble threw the obvious fog of pleasure she is already in, “I’m supposed to be spoiling you. Not the other way around.”

I can’t help but chuckle at her, “You have no idea how much are you doing to me right now just by looking like this. I’ve barely even touched you and you are already a mess.” She blushes and looks away. “I have no right to tease you baby, I’m already aching just by fucking touching you,” I rut against her, rubbing my painfully hard erection against her sweet core earning me a soft whimper that only seems to make my pants tighter.

“Daddy,” She whines.

I think back to what Kris hyung mentioned to me once and grin, “Fine my sweet baby, you want to do something for me?”

She nods shyly making my pants even more uncomfortable. Without a word I carry her to the bedroom, ignoring the lavish living room, kitchen, and dining room, and her protests to at least have a glance of the city out on the balcony.

“I’ll fuck you out there after but trust me, you are going to want to do this.” There is that cute little blush again. Still holding her I discard my own shoes before pulling hers’ off and throw them aside as well. I step on the bed and sit down with my back against the head board, she is straddling my hips, looking utterly cute and confused. My hands leave her hips and go to rest at my sides. “Go ahead.”

She cocks her head at me, “What?”

“You said you wanted to take care of me so I’m letting you, just this once, to take control.”

Her eyes light up at that, “Really?”

I nod, “You get to do it all.”

“But could you, um, do me a favor?”

“What would that be?”

She blushes once again, “Could you get undressed first?”

“I have to undress myself?” I mock offense.

She doesn’t respond, instead she puffs her cheeks cutely before looking down at the obvious bulge in my pants. With shaky hands and her bottom lip firmly between her teeth she bravely reaches down and unbuttons my pants. She grasps the waist band of both my underwear and my pants and looks up at me for some help. With a small smirk I lift up my hips and allow her to take my pants off and throw them aside. Next she gets rid of my shirt, throwing it into the forming pile of clothes. When mine are gone, leaving me bare to the room, I full expect her to do the same with her own but instead she climbs down and stands in front of the bed. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and to my surprise, flips on some music. It’s a slow R&B song with a nice beat that I’ve never heard before, I can tell it’s in English and the tone seems to sound sexual.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I nearly growl. I’m so hard right now, from having so many dirty thoughts on my way here about the little goddess in front of me, that I don’t have time to be worried about a sex playlist.

She bites her lip, but says nothing as she slowly, oh so fucking slowly, begins pulling up her shirt showing me her flat stomach and eventually her sexy lace bra. I notice her hips swaying slightly and realization hits me, she’s giving me a strip tease. God this girl is going to be the end of me. She’s getting into the music more, small body rolls and those hips of hers’ continue to move so seductively it’s taking all of my self control not to jump her right now. Next are her pants, Her eyes are locked with mine as she pops the button and behinds sliding them down. She turns around to give me an amazing view of her ass as she slowly pulls her pants down.

I’m not surprised that I can taste blood from how hard I’m biting my lip, I can’t help myself, my hand slowly travels up and down my length unable to just watch her any longer. I moan as she shakes her ass so nicely for me. How can such an angel ruin me so easily? She hasn’t even touched me yet I feel that if she did right now I would probably cum on the spot, it’s embarrassing. She has me wrapped around her finger, actually hers’ are wrapped around me right now. Another groan leaves me.

“Baby,” I whine, I actually whine to her, “Too much clothes.”

She looks down at her lace lingerie set, “I thought you said I was in control?”

“I can change my mind.”

She pouts, “Daddy.”

“Don’t you whine. You have me so turned on, now get over here before I get so impatient I just flip you over,” I can’t hide the embarrassing neediness in my voice.

She nods and stands up once again on the bed and throws her underwear aside. I can hardly contain myself when she straddles my hips, my hands automatically go to her hips and lift her just above my erection. Her hands are on my shoulders as she begins lowering herself down, her heat slowly engulfs me, pulling me in to the kind of sweet heaven only she can give me.

Don’t thrust up, don’t thrust up, you can let her be in control for one round! No matter how slow she is moving I will not thrust up, I will let her go at the pace she wants. She moans out, her nails dig into my shoulder when she has me balls deep inside. Holy fuck how can she feel so amazing? After a moment of her adjusting to my size she begins to move that the horribly slow pace.

“Baby please move faster,” Did I just beg? We just started and I’m already fucking begging.

She chuckles threw a breathy moan, “I just started daddy, I’ve never done this before so you have to give me a second to figure this out.”

“Let me help,” I thrust up, meeting her half way and whipping that god damn grin off her face.

“Holy fuck,” She mumbles out.

“Don’t stop now baby, if you can’t handle being on top I’m going to flip.”

She glares at me a moment but continues to ride me, stopping briefly when I thrust up to meet her again. I give her a smirk, I know she is getting mad but I can’t help it, she’s too good and too slow. She surprises me though, she shifts her legs and begins bouncing herself on my cock like a fucking professional. God damn.

“Daddy,” She moans, “I’m so close!”

“Come for me baby, come for daddy.”


“Joo-ya?” I call for her softly. She turns away from the floor to ceiling window to look at me laying in the bed. I hold my arms out to her, calling her back to bed. With one of the bed sheets wrapped around her she looks like a goddess gliding across the floor to me. She drops the sheet and climbs under the covers, she burrows herself into my embrace.

“Those guys are going to be so mad when we get home,” She reminds me.

I sigh pulling her closer, “I know but it was worth it. Today is worth going to hell and back a million time over.” We’ve had an exhausting day, not counting the countless times we made love we went out on an adventure for food. Even though that was hours ago I can’t get one thing out of my mind.

We were inside a bakery getting a cake to celebrate when Joo noticed a little girl probably about three staring at the cakes and treats while her mom was busy talking to some other woman. Joo crouched down to the child’s live and offered to buy her a treat. The child accepted and even joined us in eating an extra dessert we ordered. My baby looked so cute, so natural, in the whole situation. She even mentioned after how much she loves kids.

“Baby, do you want kids?” I ask. She looks up at me confused. The subject has never come up  before because Suho handled it right away by sending her to a doctor to give her the best birth control so we didn’t have to worry about it. I honestly, I wish I didn’t bring it up but I need to know. “I don’t mean necessarily right now, but in the future do you want to have a baby?”

She nods, “Yea, I do.”

I don’t know where to go from here, I got my answer but why do I feel even more anxious than before about it. Of course she wants babies, she is amazing and sweet, and any baby would be lucky to have her as a mommy. “How many?”

“Um, four. I want three boys and girl.”

I chuckle, “You seem to have thought this threw.”

“I’ve wanted that ever since I could remember.”

I hum.

“What about you Sehunnie, do you want kids?”

“One is enough for me. One of four.”

She cocks her head at me, “One of four?”

I nod, “I would prefer if it was the girl but any of them would be good enough. As long as it’s ours I couldn’t care less what sex they are.” As long as I’m connected you.

Taken

Anonymous said to overwatch-chatroom:
Hey would you two actually be willing to do a chat room with the young reader actually going on a date with a talon agent and a lot of angst happens? ^-^

YOUR WISH IS MY COMAND
also I had to make an oc of mine a talon agent and it hurt me bc hes so sweet :’^)
theres gonna be a second part with angst. also this is terrible lmao/. and I make such original titles.

- Forest



Ana started a chatroom.
Ana invited 76, Reinhardt, Winston, Mercy, and Zenyatta.

Ana: Have any of you seen Y/n?

Ana: They were supposed to be back from their date by now.

Mercy: I texted her an hour ago, but when she was typing she suddenly went offline?

76: I tried calling them but they wouldn’t answer.

Ana: I did to.

Reinhardt: Maybe they are only running late because of traffic?

Winston: They went walking with they’re date.

Reinhardt: What if they only lost track of time? Happens to me sometimes!

Mercy: Y/n always checks the time and always picks up their phone. This is unlike them.

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Babysitting

This is a request from Boris Yeltsin on fanfiction.net. The prompt or request was Riley and Lucas helping Maya babysit her little sister, Shawn and Katy’s daughter. This is the first request I’ve ever gotten and I hope I do it justice.

Riley was bored. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon towards the end of her junior year of high school. All her homework was done and she didn’t have to work as the bakery was closed on Sundays. She had hoped to hang out with Lucas, but he had taken a job with a local animal shelter. He would come in on the weekends to feed and water the animals and to clean cages. She had called Maya, but her parents wanted to have a family day. Since Katy had given birth to Maya’s little sister, Harmony, she and Shawn liked to have family time more often.
Maya enjoyed spending the time with her parents and sister. It wasn’t something she was used to and since college was a year away, she felt the need to spend as much time with them as possible.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think that before Flynn stole the mothership he tracked Lucy down at all? I'm sure he would have been curious about the mysterious professor who wrote his journal-from-the-future. So I can picture him finding her at her university and attending one of her lectures or something. What are your thoughts?

Oh, my god, Anon. My thoughts are I have had these EXACT THOUGHTS!

He DEFINITELY looked her up before the series starts! No doubt. None. Erase all doubt from your mind. We don’t know the degree of it. Maybe Flynn searched online for information about her. Maybe he read one of her books (a history book– not the sad, handwritten one). Maybe, yes, he even sat in the back of at least one lecture. We don’t know how far he went researching her (he’s an intelligence gathering special agent and this could actually be quite in depth– he has her tax returns), but we do know that Flynn looked Lucy up in the present day before setting his plan in motion.

And it all sounds like an interesting little possibility and fan theory, one more connection Flynn and Lucy have before even meeting face to face, but the logical part of our brain is still like, “Proof?”

How about the fact that, in the Pilot, he knew what she looked like? Yeah. Once you realize Flynn picked her out of a frantic crowd at night in front of an explosion, it hits you: “How did he know her face?” Lucy can write her entire life story in that journal. Flynn can know her mind as well as she knows herself. But unless Lucy included a photograph, he would not know her to see her. He’d pass her on the street. Conclusion: either through research or because he staked her out (attended one of her classes), Flynn was familiar with what Lucy looked like prior to meeting her in 1937.

Now, you can argue the above. You could say that one brief, mid-episode snippet is the real first time Flynn sees her. The part when he’s watching the three be arrested after he called in that tip on them.

BUT! he is very, very far away. And he’s not even the one looking through the binoculars when it happens. 

He certainly can’t make out her face. And would he really approach her later with his biggest identifier being that she had on a brown coat? Why would he WANT to leave it up to chance? Why would he risk not knowing what Lucy looks like before going into the past where he knows he’s going to run into her? I really don’t think he would.

Also (just mentioning) Flynn’s guy that Wyatt kills in the hangar knew who Lucy was, and I’m not sure what to make of it. Flynn did brief his men about her though. We know that. Because after realizing who she was (whether because Flynn passed around a picture of her or because he said she’d be the woman following them), the man said, “Flynn wants to talk to you.” So Flynn made certain his men knew who Lucy was and that, if found, she should be brought to him, presumably unharmed.

I really think it makes sense that Flynn looked her up beforehand. It makes more sense than him not doing it. Checking up on Lucy just fits Flynn’s character. Not only for curiosity’s sake, but because Flynn won’t be caught unaware again. After Rittenhouse and his family, Flynn researches, he double-checks. The man has become obsessively prepared. It’s like a compulsion he now has. He needs that sense of control so much he doesn’t even delegate unless he has to. He trusts no one. He does everything himself. He’s paranoid something will go wrong. So many episodes, he has to check the journal before allowing himself to act. Even in 1.12, he pulled it out and studied the drawing before approaching Emma’s cabin. He looks before he leaps, and you can’t tell me that doesn’t include investigating Lucy before thrusting them into the situation where they meet. He would want to know her first, familiarize himself a little better.

So yes, he looked her up before stealing the Mothership. Fight me.

My interpretation of the Black Sails series finale

Why do I feel like Flint being reunited with Thomas is his version of the afterlife? I mean looking at the same (or simular) grey-ish cinematography, just like the death dreams Flint had about Miranda. On the other hand the flashbacks had the same cinematography as well. And Flint’s reunion with Thomas not being true would mean that Silver lied to Madi and even though I guess that is the only thing he considered worth lying about, because he was concerned for her life, it still feels purposely vague. If it is true, then I am happy for Thomas, but not Flint. I will stand by that sentiment. I guess the ambiguity of it all is fitting and in true TI fashion? It just saddens me that Madi never got to see the other side of Flint, the monster, because if she did, she wouldn’t be so defensive about him. There is SO MUCH Madi hasn’t witnessed. Will she ever know? Will she ever truly know? The lives he ruined? The countless of people he betrayed because of his extreme selfishness? All the lying, the deceit, the secretiveness etc. Forcing men to do his bidding by inciting fear through terror. The monster he created in Billy because of it? Will she ever know that Flint just wanted to watch the world burn? And how tragic an end for Billy to be the one end up marooned, knowing it is Flint’s actions that led him to that point.

That fight scene was really hard to get through, like it legit took me over ten pauses or something, because ugh, I was really hurting for both sides. I think it’s so hard for Madi to hear what Silver has done, on the one hand, ofcourse, because the man you trusted the most, love the most, the one you believe to be completely on your side, the only one you can be truely vulnerable with, was the one who took away the one thing you wanted the most, fought for the most. But most importantely, he planned it, which means he knowingly didn’t let her in on it. They usually tell each other everything, they’re a duo, a team, so for him to leave her completely out on such a huge decision must’ve come completely out of left field. Don’t forget, Madi is a proud woman, she is used to being in control, managing and deciding the situation. On the other hand I also think it’s hard for her to hear, because if she’s to admit to herself that what Silver told her about Flint is true, that would mean she’d had to admit to herself she too made the mistake of putting her trust in Flint. And that must be something incredibally difficult to make peace with. Madi is a fighter by nature, she has a very restless spirit knowing the practice of slavery is still thriving, and the brutalizations inflicted on it’s victims are still happening. I think, next to Silver’s “betrayal”, Madi was crying because of so many other things (her cause “failing”, humiliation and her pride being wounded, being outvoted by her own people about the treaty, the loneliness of being the only one who wants more for her people and the world, feeling like no one is in your corner, feeling like you’re not being taken seriously, not being used to be undermind in this way or at all etc.), but ultimatily underneed it al I think she was crying because of this very deep seaded frustration of knowing that, because of the colour of your skin, you can’t EVER go wherever you wanna go because the world only views you as a slave and nothing more. They don’t care that you’re so much more than that, they only care about how hard you can work to make them money. Just like Silver always wanted to find someone to see and love him for he is, Madi wants the world to see and accept her for who she is. To let her truely live free in it. This is what she always wanted for herself and her people. To not have that, is like living in a mental prison. And for someone who is that brave and is so curious about the world and has such an adventurous spirit, that must be terrifying.“She wasn’t made to be hidden away from the world”. It’s like, because she was born free, she’s thinking; I have this privilege, this luxury of being fearless, because I didn’t face oppression. Therefore I’m strong enough to take on the weight of the goddamn world, to take on the weight of all the ghosts of the people who died in chains and to take on the weight of the ones who are living in chains now. But the problem is, she is only one person, and that’s a colossal burden for one person to bare.

But Silver has been living in that world, therefore has seen more of it, is literally shaped by it (which made it easier for him to be on Julius level of understanding) so he knows the scope of the enemy she wants to defeat is so much bigger and larger then she can comprehend. He’s like: Madi I love you, with all my heart, I really do, but I’m not gonna let you continue to carry this unhumanly immense burden, I’m gonna save you from yourself and if you’ll hate me for it so fucking be it. Silver has never been apolitical imo, because if you would ask him what he wanted to see different in the world, I have no doubt he’ll have an entire list of answers. He’s a pacifist at heart, doesn’t always act like one, reluctantly, but he is. He is down to fight for the right cause, just not in the destructive way Flint intended and Madi wanted to follow. And he’s happy for it, because it means he didn’t turn into Flint. Sidenote: Look at Silver’s eyes throughout all his emotional scenes, only his eyes, the sincerity and emotion he evokes with just his eyes when he speaks, Lord, they’re so communicative.


I remember Luke Arnold saying in an interview that Silver became a man trying to do right by Madi’s mother and her people, because of his love for her. So him caring about Madi meant him caring about her people and her cause by default (freeing slaves, not the violence or war that required it). The Similarities between him and Julius are also undeniable. How many times have we heard Silver questioning this war, not just because of Madi, but also because the casualties it would undoubtedly take. When they finally defeated Eleanor in taking over Nassau, Silver pretty quickly told Flint that he didn’t expect it all to happen so violently and chaotic. Even Dooley was shook.“ But Flint continued with his, it’s al normal and part of it in the beginning. Silver “admired” his optimism. This was BEFORE his one on one with Billy. And in episode 9 when Silver long put his exit strategy in place, he questioned Flint again on his war; What next? After all the chaos and distruction? Did you actually think this shit through? And again with all the downplaying and romantizing the outcome.

In a way Flint, a mad man with no intentions of fighting for the same cause (but probably even convinced himself that he was), was Madi’s only hope to realize her dream to fight all this injustice and oppression and to actually prevail in it, and that is just so very tragic. It makes me so angry that Flint gave her all this false hope that they could win. I hope she finds an other way, a better way to fight for this cause, her cause.

Okay, now that scene with the scared cook was such a good callback, because it makes you pause and reflect again on how far this Silver is from the man who he used to be in the first episode of season 1. That was just downright CHILLING, from the menacing “Are you a fucking coward?” to the terrified man telling him that he was just the cook, which made Silver stop in his tracks for a second (and probably realize how ironic it is that he of all people called him a coward). And when he screamed “IS SHE STILL ALIVE??!!!”. All of that was some straight up LJS. Man I am still astounded by the profound change this man has went through throughout this entire story. And I just knew that in whatever state he was gonna find Madi in he was gonna be absolutely gutted and heartbroken. I was completely with him through all his emotions, from the absolute fear of being too late and the devistating grief and disbelief of her possibly not being alive after all, to the snapping out of it when she turns her head towards him. God I just love how Silver always breaks down and changes from LJS the pirate to just John Silver, the person, the man, when he sees her, it’s downright magical. She’s just so incredibally precious and invaluable to him. When he held her head and pressed is head to her head, in that moment they both didn’t need to be strong anymore and Silver sat there like he was already home and never wanted to leave.

In their last scene Madi looked like she was finally ready for that first conversation since their fight, like she was ready to dip her toes in the Silver pool again and talk to him, not fight. And I admire her for it, because it shows that despite what he did, she was able to acknowledge why he did it. It speaks of true character on her part. I hope that she realizes and will come to appreciate that her alliance did have a big impact and that she did make a difference by creating the opportunity for the slave communities in Nassau to escape and aiding a big part of them to making it to Maroon Island. But also causing the mobilization of the Maroon leaders from other island communities who were inspired by what her alliance achieved and might pick up where she left off. The defeat of Rogers which allowed for Featherstone and Max to take over, two people I’d much rather deal with regarding resources from Nassau then Rogers. And yes, the treaty that guaranteed safety for the largly growing community on her island, that too. The abolition of slavery took milions of tiny and big steps throughout history, because it was that difficult to defeat. Even if the alliance could’ve achieved such an impossible feat, then it would still take a really long time for things to get better for Black people. But I get it, you don’t know until you see it with your own eyes and Madi is a really curious woman. In the end Madi has started to found her way back to Silver and that is all that matters to me. Silver, I swear to God, his stubborn faith in the power of his love for Madi and his unwavering dedication to her, uggh. I understand Madi’s anger completely, but I still love that Silver did what he did. That deep, passionate, emotional and intense connection that these two have, I’ve never seen anything like it portrayed this way on television. Realistic, organic and true, despite being such opposites on the inside and out, not giving a shit what the world thought of them daring to see each other for who they truly are. I swear, Romeo and Juliet could never! I’m really gonna miss them.

So yeah, I ugly cried a lot this episode because Madi and Silver are such painfully HEARTBREAKING characters, in who they are, what they went through and everything they stand for. All in all, this episode left me semi-satisfied / semi-conflicted, because there are still some emotional bruises for our couple and not everyone got their due imo.

I loved the way they ended the episode, because it didn’t feel like an ending. Just because this was the last episode of this show, just because Madi and Silver settled down or Flint is “gone”, it doesn’t mean the story is over. And the intro to Mary Read, I kinda screamed, because at first it was clear you heard a woman’s voice, cut to her face, then I thought: Jim Hawkins? Because she so specifically asked about LJS. Then I immediately thought, naaah, waaay too soon into the story. So the only thing I was left with was that actually made sense was Mary Read, because not only did she sound like a woman, but her boyish looks gave her away as well (Hence I thought she was Jim for a sec.). And when she introduced herself as “Mark” Read I was like OMG I knew it! The show introduced her character anywaaay (because the creators said they wanted to earlier in the show or at least thought about it, but eventually thought better of it in the end). And the way Anne immediately disregards her, boooy if she only knew, the two of you are in for a treat lol.

anonymous asked:

I think that the writers had Daisy say "That one's easy. They stole you from his life" because it's not going to be easy and it took much more than Jemma being gone from Fitz life to made him so terrible. What do you think it will take for Jemma to actually reach him? Her picture didn't seem to make much of a difference, and while he did seem shaken from seeing her in person, the tag showed him getting right back to evil Hydra stuff. So, what do you think Jemma will actually have to do? Thanks!

Hi Anon!

Daisy totally needed to throw salt over her should or something after she said that.  Because yes, what has been done to Fitz has gone far beyond AIDA making sure Jemma wasn’t in his life there (yeah I’m sticking to that theory too).  Just as what is going on with May goes behind Kayta surviving.  There are layers and layers of manipulation by AIDA In place here now with all the hostages, but most especially Fitz.   

Even seeing her picture made a difference, its small but it was something.  Aside from Tahiti’s assisted Coulson, Fitz is the only one who we’ve even seen glimmers of and it was ONLY when he was looking at pictures of or Jemma herself.  

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Originally posted by patrickjohnflueger

AIDA manipulated this world and those in it for her needs and wants.  She used loopholes in Radcliffe’s orders.  IE you told me to fix a regret not which one/kind.  And she took Fitz in every way she could.  She not only needs his mind for her evil plan but she wanted to ‘have’ a real relationship.  Putting herself in Jemma’s place because she wanted that kind of love for herself.  It also plays into the manipulation, Fitz will do anything to protect the woman he loves.  

What I feel is going on with Fitz is she went back as far as she could manage and changed nearly everything about his life and allowed that to ripple.

  • His father was and possibly still is in the picture, maybe even framework and real world.
    • He’s been made into the son his father wanted.
    • His mother was removed from his life…maybe around age 10
    • Who his father was and what he did led Fitz on a different path, one that he never met Jemma…and met Ophelia (we don’t knwo when).
    • Made sure he closed himself off and doesn’t trust
    • Made sure he was results driven…ie not caring how he gets there just that he gets the results he needs.
    • To isolate him from the team/friends
    • Possible actual brainwashing

One of the important things Jemma needs and looks to be going for thanks to the peek is what has been done to him.  She needs to know what she is up against, what factors are in play, and how she can use her own knowledge of him to fight back.  Fight fire with fire if you will.  

The scary thing is I am feeling more an more is that Jemma is also being used or tricked in some way.  For example Mace sees her as a way to get at The Doctor.  Either he does really love her and can be leverage or she’ll get him information and maybe even access to him.   While Ward…I don’t trust at all.  We’ve also seen that AIDA has a nasty streak, Jemma digging into what has happened to Fitz is going to be nothing but painful as she starts digging, to see how the man she loves has been torn to shreds.  

Its going to take something big to break through.  Things all on my radar…

  • Jemma in serious danger and about to be injured or killed
  • Jemma getting injured protecting him
  • Physical contact/kiss 
  • “Come back to me!”
  • Thermodynamics speech
  • “Whole damn time!”
  • “I lost you once, I can’t lose you again!” 
  • “I’m not strong enough to live in a world without you in it!”
  • “Maybe there is!”
  • Heart speeches
  • Event Horizon speech
  • Rip apart speech
  • Sunrise/Perthshire
  • Something about Marriage as that is something Real Fitz didn’t tell Jemma and the only way Jemma knows about it is thanks to Robo Fitz dropping the bomb.   Fitz hadn’t voiced that himself to Jemma.  So if he is trying to remember/starting too, Jemma mentioning that she knwos might help jar some things loose…since that is something AIDA doesn’t know about from digging around in his head/memories.  
  • Some sort of epic montage of Fitzsimmons moments
  • More out there yet fun option.  Jemma leaves The Sandwich tm with a cat liver next to it on his desk with Love, Jemma.

Originally posted by rosamund-pike

One of the hardest parts is Jemma has to get to physically get to him.  Another way is AIDA has to capture her and get cocky enough to either monologue (with Fitz seeing/hearing from afar) or can’t resist trying to show the extent of her control over him…and having it epically backfire.  

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Theo’s Surprise: Imagine Being Jerome’s Long Lost Sister

A day after being broken out of the asylum, Theo Galavan calls Jerome into his office to give the boy a surprise.

Knocking twice as he entered the office Jerome found Theo leaning against his desk with his hands in his pockets. Jerome wore his usual smile on his face as he took a set adjacent to Theo. Having no idea as to why he was being called in, Jerome had already sworn to work for Thro and thanked him for busting him out. Theo shifted slightly,

“Morning Jerome. I believe that you are a different kind of person. Your mom is the only person you’ve killed, but I know that you’ve got a lot of anger in you. I look at you and I see a killer. A smart one at that. Even smart killers get caught Jerome. But I called you in my office to give you a present.”

Jerome perked up at this. His smile grew and he opened his mouth to guess what it could be when hands came over his eyes. A feminine smell of candy hit his nose. A familiar scent. A giggle sounded behind him and it clicked in his mind but he still doubted what his thoughts told him. He swallowed thickly before saying the name on his tongue.

“Jeanne?”

A laugh resounded again and the familiar voice spoke as the hands removed themselves.

“Aw, you always win Jerome.”

Shooting up from his seat, Jerome turned and saw his baby sistet. He hadn’t seen her since he was eleven. She was nine at the time and still innocent when he lost her. He was supposed to keep an eye on her while their mom locked them out of the trailer to have time with her boyfriend. They were playing when a high school girl came up to him and caught his attention. His eyes were off his sister no more than five minutes while he attempted to flirt with the older girl. By time he glanced to check on his sister, she was nowhere in sight. When she wasn’t found after a month. They assumed she was dead and their mother began relentlessly hating Jerome. She had disliked him and favored Jeanne over him even though she was no good mother. She accused Jerome of doing something to his sister and belittled him every chance she got because his sister was gone. Now she stood before him looking beautiful than ever with her matching red hair and innocent smile.

Jerome never hugged anyone like he hugged his sister right then. His arms both tight around her waist, holding her her in the air to his height while spinning her around. The smile on his face was unmistakable.

“I can’t believe you’re alive. I thought you were dead. What happened?”

Jerome put her down to ask his question. she kissed his cheek and skipped over to Theo’s side.

“Mr. Galavan here found me when I wandered off. I fell asleep in the back of someone’s pick up truck and when I got out, I realized I wasn’t at the circus anymore but in Gotham. I didn’t know how to get back and this man here was the first person to offer me help. He cleaned me up, gave me food, offered to give me a ride home. But I got scared. I was afraid that you would hate me for running off while you talked to thay girl. That you’d hate me for getting you in trouble. But I mostly feared what our mother would do to me if I came home. So, Mr. Galavan took me in. I guess it all worked out for the best. Our mother is dead and your free now.”

For a moment, Jerome was angry but it quickly left him as he realized that his sister was alive and was not dead because of him. Theo watched the two before him. His plan was working nicely. Jerome is already loyal to him, but now the boy will feel indebted to him. Jerome hugged his sister once more, more calmly now. Theo spoke then,

“You have great potential Jerome. Your sister has set a high bar for you. She first killed a man when she was fourteen….not that she had much of a choice. The man was a child molester and I hadn’t kept a close eye on him one night. Jeanne handled it quite well. Murdered the man with a butcher knife she kept under her pillow. She had an obsession with them if you would believe.”

Jeanne laughed childishly,

“It’s not an obsession, I just find them really pretty and useful.”

Jerome smiled down at his little sister as she rocked back and fourth on her feet. She had a child-like demeanor to her. Her red hair was curly and slightly frizzed out. Jerome noticed that she no longer had freckles as she did when he last saw her. Theo dismissed them both and Jerome decided to show her to his room. He wasn’t letting his sister out of his sight for a while. As they walked through the halls, he began asking her a question,

“How many men have you killed?”

She smiled and leaned her head on her brother’s shoulder,

“Twenty-nine.”

His eyebrows shot up at this.

“How many people?”

She held onto Jerome’s arm and sighed dreamily,

“Forty.”

He smirked then,

“Guess I do have a lot of catching up to do, baby sister.”

Jeanne pouted as they entered his room then shut the door behind them. They sat on his bed and stared at each other. Taking in every new detail of each others faces. Jeanne noticed how handsome her had become, more handsome than she ever expected. Jerome noticed how beautiful his sister had become, even with her innocent child glamour, he saw that she was no child at all. Her eyes held fire and it made him smile in glee. They had the same look in their eyes. When they finally did speak, they lay facing the ceiling by each others sides. Jerome’s arm around her shoulders and her hand intangling their fingers as they spoke.

“Did she scream? Beg? Cry…..apologize?”

“No. She was defiant to cry. But she was surprised. She saw me with the hatchet but didn’t think I would actually do it until it was swinging at her. She was kinda like us. She was smart at one point in her life I think. Maybe it was all the alcohol or all the men she let fuck her brains out. In those final moments before I killed her, I saw it in her eyes. Had she been the mother we should have had, maybe I wouldn’t have done it…at least not then.”

Jeanne smiled and nuzzled into her brothers neck.

“I wish I could have been there to see it. I know it must’ve satisfied you for a time.”

Jerome looked down at his sister,

“What makes you think I’m not satisfied now? I just found out that you are alive today and that we both are working for the same man. What would I not be satisfied about?”

She smiled up at her brother and smiled,

“Because, you’re like me. Can’t go too long without causing chaos.”

They both laughed at that and talked about killing methods. While Jerome found blade to be fun, he enjoyed getting screams and suffering from his victims rather than quick deaths. Jeanne loved slow death’s, but Theo always has her on a time limit. Before they even realized it, they were drifting alseep, but Jeanne had something important to tell her brother.

“Jerome?”

“Hmm.”

“Don’t trust Theo.”

Bloodlines - 3 (Callum ‘Cal’ Lynch/Reader)

Part One  Part Two

Originally posted by andsowewalkalone

You looked over at Cal as you set up the table for dinner. He was rubbing his neck like something was bothering him. You knew they’d been working him extra hard because they wanted him to be ready to lead. What would normally take three months for most they shoving at him in a month.

Another month… You stood there thinking how fast the time seemed to pass since coming home from Abstergo. Three months living with a man you barely knew. Three months with a man who treated you more than just a vessel for children.

You’d spoken to your friend Ann about him. All the mothers noticed how different he was compared to the rest of the men there. Cal actually assisted them with tasks instead of scoffing at the idea.

You had told her that you wanted to do more for him, but he was different. He seemed like the teaching arrangement was enough for him.

“Do you like him?” Ann asked you as put laundry on the line to dry.

“I barely know him.” You looked to her, “I mean I know enough I suppose. His mother was Mary Lynch…”

“Of course we all know her, but she is not him.” Ann tossed another shirt at you, “But what is he actually like? What type of man is he? You both were caged at that retched place it, did you see anything there?”

You turned pinning the shirt on the line, “He was…angry…and aggressive…He only arrived there because he was on death row… God I was so stupid…I’m letting him around my children…and all I know is he is the descendant of one of our founders…”

“Your children seemed quite taken with him.” Ann smiled.

“I know…” You smiled a little looking at her, “Ann, what do I do?”

“We are a people who kill for a living…and yet we trust one another out of instinct. Use yours.” Ann handed you another piece of clothing, “But tell me honestly that when that man plays with your son, encourages him to read it doesn’t make you want more of it. He has a past and so do you…get to know him. Then decide.”

“This isn’t how this was supposed to be…I wasn’t supposed to like him…” You whispered shaking your head.

“Fine…when he does something stupid call me and I’ll kill him the night.” Ann smirked a little making you laugh.

You swallowed down the apprehension that had risen in your chest and walked over to him, “Are you alright?”

Cal looked up from the book he had in his lap, “Oh yes, I think I just strained something.”

His small smile made your heart flutter, “I could probably fix it for you, if you like?”

He shut the book, “How? Are you a doctor?”

“Well… we don’t really have an actual doctor so we teach ourselves…” You told him seeing the small smirk grow on his face, “But you know that…you’re teasing me.”

“I’m sorry, it’s been a long day with Anders and…your good friend Sam…” He sighed a little setting the book down on the ground, “I’m a little out of sorts.”

“Then let me help you…it’s what I’m here for.” You moved behind the chair, “Just take a deep breath.

“Wha…oh…oooh…” His eyes shut as your hands began working his tense shoulders. You smiled a little at some of the noises he was making as your fingers danced toward the base of his neck.

The Creed had many forms of healing, massages and acupuncture were your favorites. You felt the connected you closer to the world and those around you. Not only centering your physical self again, but your spiritual self as well.

You fingers moved up his neck further to were you figured the problem lied. You felt around his warm skin until you found the source. He let out a low moan as you corrected the issue.

“Better?” You asked letting your hands rest on his shoulders.

He looked up at you with glazed over eyes, “I have never felt…anything…”

“It’s a special technique.” You winked at him as you turned to walk away, “Dinner will be ready in a moment, can you get Eli and Ren for me?”

“Yes…” He sat there feeling his heart thump against his chest as he watched you walk away. Truly you were a rare species of some kind to make a man melt without being sexual in anyway.

He wouldn’t lie to himself that he wanted more of that feeling.

Clearing his throat, he did as asked gathering the children for dinner. As everyone sat around the small table eating he couldn’t help but steal glances at you across the table from him. Three months and all that he knew about you was you were a great mother, related to some old dude, and now that you had fantastic hands…

He was caught off guard when you made eye contact with him, “Something wrong?”

“No, you’re wonderful…it’s…I mean the food.” He corrected quickly as his ears got hot, “You’re a very good cook.”

You felt your cheeks tint a little, “You know if there’s something you’d like me to make…you only have to ask.”

“I will, thank you.” He licked his lips before looking back down to his plate. Why did he have to Freudian slip at that moment?

“I like cake.” Eli slipped in quickly making the strange awkwardness vanish instantly.

Thank god for this child, Cal thought to himself, “I like cake too, I think cake is a great dish with ice cream.”

Eli’s eyes got big, “Strawberry ice cream…”

“With fudge…” Cal nodded looking over to you as Ren started clapping repeating ‘cake’ over and over, “I think we should go on a field trip for cake and ice cream.”

You could only feel yourself smiling as you rolled your eyes, “Oh really?”

“Yes, and I have an off day tomorrow, what do you say?” Cal smiled at you, “Coast is only an hour away, field trip?”

“How can argue with such logic?” You stood up smirking as you started to clear plates, “It is in irrefutable fact that cake is indeed good with ice cream.”

Cal smiled, “It’s settled then, family outing tomorrow.”

“I suppose it is.” You smiled at him, “Eat your broccoli Eli, and don’t give to Cal again.”

Cal made an ‘uh oh’ face to Eli, “Sorry buddy…”

Gotham s3e16 - These Dark and Delicate Obsessions

As I watched it, and some random observations here and there.

Previously on Gotham.

It’s Uncle Frank, who abandoned poor young grieving Jim.  The Court is secret! Jim watched his father die.  One cannot deny love. Bang.  Ed. Does. Not. Love. Oswald.  Splash   Look who’s alive!  Oswald’s got a murder to-do list.  Bruce is in the arctic.  Falcone has always done what the Court asked.  The Court will purge the city.  Chaos, Cleansing. Destruction.  Dogs and cats, living together – mass hysteria.

As always, long post will be long - reaaally long.  There are likely to be rambling digressions. Gobblepot may appear (although I welcome all shippers and non-shippers alike :)).  There will be naked favouritism and naked not-favouritism.  Broader comments at the end on plotlines and parallels and general direction.


The Court is meeting in their silly frilly masks. The have a weapon to cleanse the city, but they need a unanimous vote to progress.  They all place feathers on the table in front of them, except Frank, who pauses. Kathryn notices and glances at him, and Frank reluctantly follows suit.  Judgment has been passed. Gotham must fall.

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cureinthewriting  asked:

Did Belle upset you in this episode? She sure upset me. She's now completely back and forth. For the past few seasons she has believed that Rumple really was a beast, now she's back to agreeing that he always was a good man and she would see it, just because she's now told he was suppose to be a Savior. It made me completely sick. I just want her to decide and stick to it, not pick what she wants because it helps her at the moment!

She didn’t make me sick, no.  I think Belle’s back and forth is heavily dependent upon how Rumplestiltskin is acting.  In the past, she’d lost all hope that he was something other than the Beast, but he’s won her trust back (to a certain degree), and she’s again seeing the man she always knew was under the Beast.  Now she’s trying to help him see that, trying to give him hope that his destiny wasn’t always to be dark.

Broken Strings - Part One/?

Summary - Rick’s daughter, Ava Grimes, disappeared after the group fled the prison. Believing she was dead, they grieved and moved on, little did they know that she had found a group and overthrew their old leader. So, what happens when Daryl manages to escape from The Sanctuary and stumbles across Ava’s right hand woman?

Warnings - swearing, angst, mentions violence and gore.

Part One/?

Ava’s POV

Sometimes it couldn’t be helped, the flashbacks, the constant memories flooding back into my mind, memories of them and the things I’d done since that moment I’d left the prison behind, a distant memory now.

I remember it all, the day the prison got overrun and everyone went their separate ways, some were lucky enough to get a partner but I got left on my own, I don’t think they realised that until they got to safety, if they did anyway. They probably think I’m dead since it’s been so long, they probably wouldn’t recognise me.

A new community found me, one much bigger and organised than anything you would ever expect to see in the apocalypse, I was accepted right away and worked up the ranks faster than anyone ever had. Then the leader turned out to be a rapist, someone cold and violent, I put up with him for awhile but when he raped Nara, that was it for me, he was on his knees begging for his life, and that’s when his brains scattered across the dirt and his body was set alight. All memory of him vanishing in that one moment. 

My desk is full of papers but I pay them no attention as I lean back in my chair and let my mind wander to them, my family, my father, Rick, my little brother, Carl, and my little sister, Judith. I wonder if they survived, and if they did, where they would be by now. Were they alone, or were they still with the group? My runners had studied their faces for weeks from the pictures I had, just in case they came across one of them on their runs. My heart slams in my chest when I think of Glenn, Maggie, and all the others that may be with them.

My thought process is interrupted when my right hand woman, Nara, bursts through the doors with a look on her face I’ve never seen before, she’s breathless and trying to tell me something, pointing downstairs. My feet fall from the edge of my desk to the floor as I stand up and follow my most trusted friend down the stairs of my house in the community. When I reach the bottom I frown slightly as I stare at the back of a man a couple inches taller than myself, he has shaggy brown hair which is matted in places, he wears grey joggers with an orange A printed on the back of his sweater, signifying where exactly he came from.

“Can I help you?” The man tenses at my voice but soon relaxes, my hand grabs the wooden railing as he slowly turns around to face me, his face is bloody and battered, and he looks as if he hasn’t showered in weeks, blood seeps through the shoulder of his sweater, like an old wound has reopened, pain is written across his face. That’s when I look closer, the facial hair, the eyes, they scream out to me and I gasp before covering my mouth with my hand, taking another step down towards him, “Daryl?”

I can see the emotion in his eyes as he stares at me, “Ava,” he breathes before closing the space between us and pulls me into a crushing embrace, one of his bloody hands strokes my long dark waves as I inhale his scent, “You’re alive,” he states with a rasp, choking back sobs.

We pull apart and I nod, “Where are they?”

Daryl smirks, “Alexandria, I’ve heard you know of it?”

A sigh of relief leaves my lips, “Yes, it’s under my protection, is everyone there? Dad, Carl, and Judith? Glenn and Maggie?” Daryl visibly tenses at the mention of Glenn’s name, making my stomach drop, “What happened to Glenn? Does it have something to do with why you’re wearing Negan’s prison uniform?”

“You know him?”

I nod, “He’s scared shitless of me and this place, he visits once a month to try and keep the peace between our communities, wants to merge them, be a power couple or something,” I pause, “He always leaves disappointed,” I study Daryl’s face, “He killed Glenn didn’t he? With that stupid bat, didn’t he?”

Daryl nods in response and cowers slightly, I look to Nara who doesn’t need instruction before she leaves my house to gather my people, “What’s going on, why are people moving so quickly?”

With a smile I lead him up to the bathroom and grab some fresh clothes for him, “You better take a shower and get some rest, because tomorrow, tomorrow we’re going to Alexandria and Negan will realise that he’s fucked with the wrong girl, I’m not the same Ava you once knew D, and I’m going to apologise in advance for that.”

I step back and close the door behind me, with only one name in my head.

Negan.

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Hello my loves!

So this is part one of my Broken Strings series, it’s only a intro so be prepared for violence, tonnes of swearing, tonnes of smut, and an adorable family reunion. It’ll be nice to see Negan scared for once, especially at the hands of a dominant female character.

In the meantime, if you have an queries or requests then just give me a shout, I’m happy to do anything for you guys.

Rumour Has It (Hercules Mulligan x Reader)

@pastelscutie asked “also 117 with hercules bye”

A/N: Oh my goodness this one really got away from me. Sorry it took so long but I really hope you like it! (Longest thing I’ve ever written say what). So before we start, historically, Angelica was already married to John Church when she first met Alexander. There was also this social norm where if you were a single woman, it wasn’t socially acceptable to be the one to initiate conversation with a single man who you didn’t know. You had to be introduced by a third party or the man went up to the woman and introduced himself first. So for all intents and purposes, Angelica is married to John Church and that’s why she can go up to men (being the one to initiate the interaction) and then introduce them to other people. AKA the best wingwoman.

Word Count: 3,118 (it’s a monster)

Prompt 117: “I love you for you, don’t you dare think otherwise!”


“Did you hear that General Washington has a new right hand man?” Peggy Schuyler grinned as she adjusted her skirts so that Eliza could sit beside her in the carriage.

“Is that right?” Eliza replied.

“That’s what I’ve heard as well,” Angelica chimed in from beside you. “Personally I am just glad that the General has someone that he trusts so much. Any help for him is help for the revolution.”

You smiled and looked out of the carriage window as your sisters gossiped. You generally tried to keep away from rumours and gossip as much as you could, knowing the devastating effects it could have on someone’s life. That tended to be very hard, however, since your father, Phillip Schuyler was very wealthy, and your sisters had a habit for garnering attention with their incredible beauty and tendency to defy the expectations of women. You loved them for it of course, and you yourself took none of other people’s nonsense when it came to you behaving as was expected of “a true woman”. Personality-wise you simply were more content to sit back and let your sisters have the limelight. This tended to be why you were the least gossiped about Schuyler sister in New York. Though you were older in age than Peggy, she had a personality louder than and almost as strong as Angelica, whose wits were the sharpest you knew. Eliza was the Schuyler sweetheart of course, which left you. Sometimes it stung that you were never really anyone’s first choice of Schuyler Sisters, but you tried not to dwell on it. In a way, you didn’t mind that not as many people knew your name of the bunch. Better no publicity than bad publicity. As Angelica said, the gossip in New York City is insidious. She wasn’t wrong.

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Siege

Summary: Yoongi was haunted by dreams, and it was becoming increasingly hard to focus when all he wanted to do was reach out for you.

WARNINGS: death, fire, burns, weirdness, terrible writing, I don’t even know 


“Yoongi!!” He held onto your hand like he would never let it go, even as the stone walls around the two of you shook and dusted debris across your forms as you ran down the long winding hallways of what used to be your castle–the siege had taken that from you. The attack from the middle kingdom had destroyed your people, the town, the village, the fortress walls, and now the castle walls; it had taken your title as princess, your home, your friends, and eventually, when they managed to break through the guard, your father. The delicate purple gown that had suited you so well as princess was now ripped and burned from the fragments and ashes of the attack, your hair scattered and spilling down from your handmaiden Lyra’s carefully done up-do. The warmth of the fire that spread up from the base of the castle heated the air and beaded sweat across every inch of your skin. Even though it was only your kingdom, it felt like the entire world was on fire–but you were in that burning castle, and since you were Yoongi’s entire world, his universe was bursting into flames.

“We’re not going to make it!” You shouted over the screams, the clomping of boots, and the shrieks of horses and the bleating of sheep.

“We’re almost there, Y/N! Just a little bit further!” Yoongi threw the words over his shoulder, clinging to your hand tighter as if that could make the horrors of your new reality any easier to digest. The two of you clamored towards the open window at the end of the hall–your only hope for escape since the stairs had long since been blown to a pile of rubble. Yoongi gripped the stone ledge, ready to swing his leg over the edge and catapult the both of you into safety when your hand slipped from his as the floor beneath your feet tilted dangerously to the side.

You could only watch him with glassy eyes, the tile cracking and splitting open beneath your feet as your body tipped backwards and down. The flames licked at your dress, kissing your skin and eating you whole–gone, forever. He couldn’t even scream your name; the fire sucked all the air from his lungs, his heart shattering long before the stone crushed him amongst the burning shatters of your kingdom.

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Part 3 to imagine meeting chibs in the hospital

Part 2

Part 1

~Smut warning. Sorry if this isn’t very good. I wrote it at like 3 in the morning~


Part 3

Reader’s POV

Chibs and I have been dating for a couple months now and we were trying to take things slow. He wanted to take it slow because of our age gap and I wanted to take things slow because of how fast I felt everything was in the beginning. So now it was 4 almost 5 months into our relationship and we hadn’t had sex yet. I really wanted to be with him in that way but I wasn’t sure how to bring it up to him. So I decided to go to Gemma and ask for advice.

I pulled into the driveway of Gemma’s house and parked. I went up to the house and knocked on the door. Gemma opened the door with a cigarette in her mouth which wasn’t really surprising.

“Hey sweetheart. What do you need?” She said while holding the door open. I stepped into the house and looked at her.

“Well I was hoping that you could help me with something.” I said to her.

“Sure thing.” She closed the door and lead me into the kitchen. She grabbed us some drinks and we sat down. “Now what do you need help with?”

“Okay it’s kind of embarrassing so I’m just going to say it. Chibs and I haven’t had sex yet and I really want to but I’m not sure how to approach the topic.” I said kind of fast but not fast enough that she wasn’t able to understand. She looked at me in shock for a second and blinked and then she lets out a little laugh.

“You guys haven’t had sex yet?” She said in disbelief.

“No.” I shook my head.

“Fuck, alright. Well first of all sweetheart you aren’t going to talk to him about shit. Now get your cute ass up and come with me.” She said as she was standing up.

“What? Why? Where are we going?” I asked while getting up to.

“We’re going shopping darlin.” She grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the back door. I followed her, not really knowing what else to do. She got in her car and I got in the passenger side. She pulled out of the driveway and started driving.

“Gemma why are we going shopping?” I asked her after about 10 minutes.

“We are going shopping because we are going to find you something sexy so you can seduce your old man.” She smirked at me. I laughed until I realised that she wasn’t joking.

“Oh no Gemma! I’m not really the sexy kind of girl and Chibs isn’t my old man yet.” I said.

“Oh please you are too modest. You already act like his old lady and you make Chibs drool for you without even realising it. Trust me sweetheart, you do sexy and you do it well. He has a really hard time keeping his hands off of you.” She told me and I blushed. I never thought of myself as the sexy type of girl but Gemma seemed to be sincere in what she was telling me.

“Thanks Gemma.” I said.

“Don’t thank me sweetheart. I’m just telling you the truth.” She said. We kept up small talk until she got to the next town over from Charming and pulled into a parking spot in front of a small shop. “So the boys don’t see us.” She said as if reading my mind on the question I was about to ask. I nodded and we both got out of the car. We headed into the lingerie shop and Gemma immediately lead me to the sluttiest looking lingerie.

I blushed as she started loading up my arms with things to try on. I didn’t even have time to look at it before she was pushing me into the changing rooms.

“Now I want you to show me each and everyone of those outfits and I don’t give a fuck how slutty you think it looks.” She ordered as she shut the door and I sighed as I set the lingerie down on the seat in the changing room. This began the longest two hours of my life. I lost count of how many different outfits I showed Gemma.

Eventually she passed me an outfit that wasn’t as slutty as the other ones. It was a black lace babydoll. The stomach part was see through but the top part wasn’t. It was simple but it made me feel sexy and I liked that. I went out of the changing room and showed Gemma. She smirked and nodded.

“I like the top part but we are getting you some crotchless panties to go with it.” She told me.

“Yes ma’am.” I sighed and she glared at me for the ma’am part. I giggled slightly and went into the changing room to change back into my normal clothing. After I was changed we went to pay for my stuff and left. Once we were back at Gemma’s she pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek. She wished me good luck and I got in my car and went to Chib’s.

Since I had a key to his house, I let myself in and started preparing for our night together. He wasn’t going to be home for another hour and he already knew I was going to be here when he got out. I changed into the lingerie and put on some light makeup. After that I started randomly picking up the room to try and get rid of my nerves. I was organising his books on his bookshelf when I heard his motorcycle. I bit my lip nervously and went to the bed.

I laid down on my side and facing the door. I hopped that I looked sexy to him but I was starting to think I looked silly. I didn’t have time to dwell on that thought as I heard the front  door opened.

“Love?” I heard him call out. “Where are ya?”

“In here!” I called out. I heard him head towards the bedroom.

“You have to hear about this rude bitch who was giving Tiggy a hard time at work today…” He stopped short as he took in the sight of me. His eyes were wide as he looked me over. “What… what ya doing lass?” He asked me, his voice coming out very husky.

“I was thinking of trying something different. What do you think?” I smirked at him.

“Fuck lass…” He breathed out and came closer to the bed. I sat up and looked at him.

“Do you want me?” I asked. I was trying to keep my voice from shaking as I asked that.

“Aye.” He said as he looked me in the eyes. He took off his Cut and placed it on the table beside the bed. He then cupped my cheek lightly with one of his hands and rubbed his thumb gently across it. “Do you want me love?”

“Yes, so badly.” I confessed to him. He growled lightly and crashed his lips to mine. The kiss was hungry and passionate as he pushed me gently back onto the bed and climbed over top of me. He bit my lower lip and I gasped lightly. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and we fought for dominance before he won by grabbing my boob and squeezing it hard. I moaned into his mouth and he pulled back with a smirk. He took off his shirt and threw it on the floor.

He pulled down the top part of my babydoll which had my breasts falling out. He cupped them and lowered his head down to circle one of my nipples lightly with his tongue. He began to suck on it while lowering his hips down onto mine and grinding against me. I moaned his name and my back arched. That caused him to growl loudly and he bit my nipple. I gasped and he pulled back to quickly get rid of his pants and boxers.

I smiled at how hard he was for me already and he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He put it on and got in between my legs. He smirked as he realized I was wearing crotchless panties and slowly slipped a finger into me. He fingered me teasingly slow.

“Fuck please… “ I begged as he slipped a second finger into me but keeping the same fucking slow speed. He smirked.

“Tell me what you want love.” He told me. I whimpered and gripped his shoulders hard as he slammed the fingers into me hard. Fuck he was killing me. “I didn’t catch that love. What do you want?” He slammed them in again.

“Fuck! I need your cock! Please!” I practically screamed.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He pulled his fingers out of me and quickly replaced them with his cock. I moaned loudly and my eyes closed as he filled me. He pulled back slowly and then slammed back in hard. “Look at me love. I want to see your beautiful eyes as I make love to you.” I opened my eyes and looked into his.

He started out at a slow hard pace that had me wrapping my legs around him but eventually he started moving faster. I was getting close and he could tell. He reached between us and rubbed my clit hard as he went faster. I came hard while moaning his name loudly. He followed shortly and we both collapsed. He lifted his weight off of me after a couple seconds so he didn’t hurt me. He kissed me softly and I moved my hands from his shoulders to tangle my fingers in his hair as I kissed him back.

“Be my old lady love?” He asked me.

“Of course.” I smiled and kissed him.

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I know who your mother is, and trust me, I'm capable of /much/ worse, but let's keep it pg for mister dad man over there *Spatting bitterly at the MP, she reaches for something in her pocket, before freezing, and looking to Chaotic, guilt ridden eyes* I- *Not wanting to scare them anymore then she already has, she glares at the mean Anon, grinding her teeth* I'll take care of you later((My asks won't send 😭)) *Glancing at Shout out, she gives a hesitant smile* be careful

*He nods* Please don’t fight


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