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Kalagang #05

1x06 Demons

There’s only one Kalagang moment in this episode, but I LOVE THIS SCENE. I mean, we love all Kalagang scenes, don’t we. Who doesn’t? Isn’t that why I am writing these posts and you’re reading them right now in the first place? LOL. So without further ado, let’s begin.

Previously on Sense8, Kala fainted in her wedding. Thank you, Wolfgang. Now they are aware of each other. Also, we get to see what each character thinks more importantly of – moral compass, logic, or desire.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but when Wolfgang says ‘hello again’, I felt my heart exploded. TOO MUCH HOTNESS. I JUST. I CAN’T. HIS FACE. HIS BODY. HIS FREAKIN’ EYES. HIS VOICE. DAMN YOU WOLFGANG BOGDANOW. DAMN YOU MAX RIEMELT. Whoa, I’m gushing too much.

See what I mean? I can’t think straight when he’s like THAT.

Original post [x] @netflixsense8gifs

Oh no? OH YES TO ME! Kala, you seriously need to appreciate the fact that you are able to see him.

JUST LOOK AT HIM! OH MY GOD! You know what? this post can just be me gushing over Wolfgang. And I’m not gonna be ashamed of it. Or feel sorry for not analyzing Kalagang moments which I should be doing right now! You hear me? I wont’ be SORRY! – no, I’m kidding. I’d feel terrible if I didn’t write this post properly.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

One thing I’ve noticed when Kala locks her door is that the place they visit each other – right after they’re surely aware of one another’s presence – has changed. Before this, places Wolfgang and Kala visited (or just connected in general) were more public such as cemetery, Sanyam’s (Kala’s father) restaurant, Indian restaurant in Berlin, club’s bathroom, swimming pool, and the place where Kala’s wedding was held.

Now, they are in each other’s bedroom – the most private space one can have. Wolfgang showing up in Kala’s bedroom has significant meaning to it.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Let’s rewind a bit. When Kala wakes up in her bedroom, the first thing she sees is her family (although the person in the middle looks like her coworker/friend but whatever). Let’s say Kala’s bedroom is a metaphor for her mind or herself. Her family (and friends) symbolizes things or people that made who she is today. They represent Kala’s personality, her beliefs, her dreams, memories, relationships, important values in her life, you-name-it. At the same time, her mind is the most private space – like her bedroom. So she only lets in those which she knows, trusts, cares, and loves, or at least she’s familiar with – just like her family has been the only ones who can come to her bedroom.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

But then, all of sudden, out of nowhere, THIS GUY shows up none other than in Kala’s own bedroom. In her bed. And let us not forget that Rajan has never been in her bedroom, ever.

I wrote in the previous post [x] that when Wolfgang showed up in Kala’s wedding he represented Kala’s inner voice. I’d add more and say Wolfgang himself symbolizes Kala’s darkest and deepest desire which explains why Kala later describes him as a demon.

Anyhow, so Wolfgang showing up in Kala’s bedroom indicates – the wedding sort of triggered the awakening of Kala’s desire which has been hidden for very long time. And now, it’s visible. Again, in her bed. She can feel her longing for something more in her life; she just doesn’t want to admit it, yet.

And before we move on, can we just take a moment and see how Wolfgang is eyeing on her? I mean, seriously…I’m 600% sure that most people love this scene because of the way Wolfgang looks at Kala the whole time.

Wolfgang: I didn’t ruin anything. You didn’t want to marry that guy. [That is not for you to say] Maybe not, but you wanted me to say it.

Obviously, Kala doesn’t want this unexpected visitor – more like an intruder from her perspective – to keep seeing through her.

Original post [x] @eleveun

And obviously, Wolfgang cannot help but enjoy knowing what she wants with seductive look on his face.

Wolfgang: *pat* *pat* *pat*


But not her. Nope.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

And he seems so disappointed. Which makes him hotter and cuter for some reason. But I’m kinda glad that she said no to him. One of many things I love about Kala and Wolfgang is that even though they’re pretty much love at first sight, they don’t rush. Their relationship rather builds up gradually making their connection stronger.

Moreover, this is the first time Wolfgang actually develops a relationship with someone. It’s going to be something totally different from what he’s used to do with other women. So Wolfie, patting the bed may not be the smartest move to make in front of Kala. Not right now.

BUT interestingly, if you look back at the GIF where Wolfgang pats on the bed, you can see Kala’s body sorta leaning towards him for a moment – deep down, she wants him too.

Original post [x] @klarksbelomi

I have absolutely nothing to talk about – except how cute this whole scene was. The way Kala tries to figure out what is going on with her, Kala’s description of Wolfgang as demon, Wolfgang gazing at Kala as she moves back and forth in her room…and smiling at her. P E R F E C T I O N. Technically it’s not their first meeting, but it still gave me this vibe of meet-cute in romantic films.

Wolfgang: If you are so concerned with privacy and decency, why did you look? [I did not] Yes, you did. You looked then, and you’re looking now [I did not].

Original post [x] @ludi-lin

I just love how he teases Kala. Him glancing down at his ‘trunk’ and then right back at her. He’s totally enjoying every second of this moment with her.

Kala: [and somehow, I feel that you want me, too] Oh my god, you are a demon.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

In 1x02 post, I wrote that the way Wolfgang describes his feeling towards Kala is going to change gradually from words that are very instinctive to something more emotional. First it was ‘craving’; now it’s ‘want’. If you search the word in the dictionary, it means ‘have a desire to possess or do (something); wish for’. So for Wolfgang, this feeling he has is still closer to desire or lust (instinctive). The reason he uses that word is because maybe he doesn’t know it’s love, yet. Or maybe he’s just more used to that word.

Want, desire, lust – these are the words Wolfgang is familiar with. To Kala, they’re raw, strange, unfamiliar, and even immoral things to feel – which explains her astounded reaction. Not to mention she’s never heard directly from someone that he wants her. But at the same time, you see a very subtle smile on her face – she doesn’t hate it completely. I feel like she’s impressed by how straightforward and honest Wolfgang is. Because in her life, she never had a chance to talk about deep feelings or desires so openly with others.

I mean Wolfgang is everything that Kala is not – and that makes her more attracted to him…and vice versa.

Kala: I know that if it was you [Rajan] that had fainted just before you were to marry me, oh, dear, I’d be absolutely sure that you hated me and that you didn’t want anything to do with me. So I completely understand if you came here because you don’t want to marry me any longer. And you don’t have to worry about protecting my feelings.

Maybe because she’s somehow influenced by Wolfgang, but anyhow, when Kala meets up with Rajan, I think it’s the first time she actually spills out what she really feels. I would say she tried her best to be honest as possible, but it’s still not enough to make Rajan to know her intentions completely.

Because the way she address the issue is…you can see that Kala wants to be honest with Rajan, but at the same time she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings. She doesn’t want to be that bad person who dumps her fiance after their failed wedding ceremony. I wrote that Kala is on her journey figuring out ways to become an adult…and this is going to be one of the biggest struggles on her way. Sometimes, one has to be brutally honest with another.

Being honest with your heart may hurt others. There’s no grey area for this. At least in Kala’s situation. Whether she likes it or not, Kala will have to make a choice in some point. The consequence that follows her decision is inevitable. It is her responsibility – a burden that she must bear. It is painful, but that’s what makes us…what’s going to make Kala a woman (adult).

Rajan: For me, I love what happened. I love it because it makes our wedding something special. […] I imagine telling our children how their beautiful mother took one look at their father and fainted straight away. It is a great twist.

Oh Rajan, you just keep coming up with more foreshadowing of Kalagang.

Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 5

Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Werewolf!Stiles, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Mason Hewitt, Jackson Whittemore, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar, PackMom!Reader.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

In the note Brittany left she’d said she didn’t care what we did with the baby, but she really wanted you to keep him. She said he was full werewolf and she wanted him to be raised as one. It’s been about a week and the little boy remains nameless. Derek went out and bought a portable crib just until you figure things out. You hadn’t had time to focus on anything but this baby. The only weird thing about it was that the baby looked like he could be yours and Derek’s. The pack has pointed that out. Multiple times.

“Shh..shh. Come on, buddy.” You stand in the living room at 4 a.m rocking the baby.

Derek comes downstairs, rubbing his eyes. “Still? Here, can I see him?” You nod and hand him over.

You sit on the couch and let out a sigh. “He needs a name.”

“Are we really keeping this random baby?”

“Yes, Derek we’re keeping the random baby.”

“Then we can name him…Henry.”

You groan. “That’s awful. What about Dayton?”

“That’s about the whitest name I’ve ever heard.” Derek chuckles. He’s gotten the baby to be quiet. “What about Max?”

You smile. “I like Max.” You stand and walk over to him. “Hi, Max.” The baby coos and you look up at Derek. “He likes it.”

“You don’t think this will interfere with becoming Isaac’s guardians do you?” Derek asks.

“No..if anything it should help.” You shrug.

“I’m up for good now. There’s no use going back to sleep.” Derek groans as he sits on the couch.

“I’ll make a pot of coffee.”

Scott and Stiles decided to come over to hang out for awhile, so you were all sat in the living room.

Derek was laying across the couch and you were in a recliner, you both were having trouble keeping your eyes open.

“Derek are you asleep?” Stiles laughs.

“I have a right. I’ve been up with Max all day long. All. Day.

“Me too.” You yawn and get up, Max whining from his crib. You grab the bottle off the table and cradle Max. You sit back down and feed him, rocking in the recliner.

“How does it feel to be parents?” Scott asks.

“Not at all what I expected, because for one thing..I thought I’d be married and I’d be feeding my own baby now. Just know that life never works out as planned.” You shook your head.

“Trust me. He knows.” Stiles laughs.

“It feels kinda weird..I mean, Y/N and I went on one date and now we’re adopting one kid and becoming legal guardians of another.” Derek yawns.

“It’s different for you guys though.” Scott smiles. “You’re pack parents, that means you’re drawn together, it means your soulmates.”

“What do you know about soulmates, Scott?” Derek laughs and you smile.

Scott pouts and crosses his arms, “Enough.”

You smile wider. “Sure.”

“But really..I did a lot of reading on it…pack parents usually are an older couple, people who’ve been married a long time…not people who just met. That’s got to mean something.”

“Yeah, it means we make a good team.” You shrug. “Anyway..Stiles how are you? How are you handling everything?” You look at him.

“I’ve gotten way better at lacrosse, so…” He smirks. “Honestly, I never wanted to be a werewolf..I thought I’d never be able to handle it. I’m having a hard time controlling my changes but Derek’s been helping me.”

You look over at Derek and smile.

“He’s doing well..really well.” Derek nods.

"I’m glad you two have bonded.” You sit up, sitting Max’s bottle down so you can change his diaper. He peed, you can tell.

“You’re a natural.” Derek flicks his eyes over to you.

“You’s kinda strange. I feel like this is my baby already. I’m not really sure how to describe it because I know I sound absolutely insane, but this is my little boy. He’s supposed to be with me.” You grab a diaper from beside his crib.

“I feel the same way. I get it.” Derek sits up.

“Aww. You guys have a baby together.” Stiles remarks.

Derek rolls his eyes. “Kind of..but don’t be annoying about it.”

Isaac slams the door as he walks in, making Max shriek. “Come on, Isaac!” Derek groans, getting up and walking over to you. He takes his from you, relieving you from your turn.

“Sorry.” He winces at the shrill sound. He walks over and looks over Derek’s shoulder. “He looks a lot like you. Are you sure he’s not yours?”

“Ha. Ha. Yeah, I got a fourteen year old pregnant.” He turns and gives Isaac a look, rocking with Max.

You watch adoringly as he talks to Isaac. He was your soulmate. Scott was right, neither of you wanted to agree with him though.

It’s been about a month since you got Max. Adoption paperwork has been started and you’ve gotten legal guardianship of Isaac. If you were being honest it was way easier than you expected.

“Quit fighting! You’re irritating the baby! You shouted into the dining room. Liam and Mason were having a heated argument about something they read at school. Everyone else voiced their opinions on whose side they were on…loudly.

Liam and Mason continuing shouting. You settled Max into the rocker you and Derek purchased a couple weeks ago. You storm into the dining room and slam your hand down on the table. "Stop. Now. If I have to tell you again you’re all getting kicked out of my house. Every single one of you.” You spot Isaac smirk. “Don’t think I won’t kick you out too, bud.” You give a once over of the silent room. “Thank you.”

“You’ve gotten a lot scarier since Max.” Mason said quietly.

You leaned over in front of him. “Good. Maybe you won’t yell in my house if you think I’m scary. If any of you want dinner I’m ordering Chinese.” You spin on your heel and walk back to the kitchen.

You spot Derek walking in, closing his umbrella and taking his jacket off. “I like this whole newfound aggression. It’s makes you even more attractive.” Derek smiles.

“Shut up.” You laugh. “Now that I have an actual baby, I’m not too keen on the teenagers acting like toddlers.”

“We heard that!” Jackson shouts.

“Good! You were meant to.” You smile at them over your shoulder.

You call and order the food before feeding Max. “How’s the loft?” You ask Derek. He goes back occasionally and checks up on things. Scott said he goes to see his uncle Peter. You’ve never met him and you’re unsure if you want to.

“Fine. The same.” He grabs a beer from the fridge and sits beside you on the couch.

You nudge him away when he sits. “Don’t drink beer by my baby.” You laugh.

“He’s my baby too. Do you think he’ll get sick from secondhand alcohol?” He laughs along with you. “You’re a dork, Y/N.”

Stiles and Scott come running through the living room, jumping over the couch and going upstairs.

Derek looks at you, “Do I want to know?” You groan and shake your head.

“They’re having a werewolf race. I don’t know what it means but the boys are doing it so apparently I’m timing.” Lydia pokes her head between you and Derek.

“Wow. And you called me a dork.” You smirk at Derek.

“It runs in the pack.” He laughs.

You smack his arm and laugh.

“Just get married already.” Malia stretches out on the couch beside you.

“Yep. That makes logical sense.” You push her legs off of your lap.

“It does. Plus, if you get married we can be cousins.”

“I look forward to that then. Derek, please propose right now, I cannot possibly wait any longer to have Malia on my family tree.”

“Oh, of course.” He gets down on one knee, showing you his beer bottle cap. You both laugh, Malia giving you both a death glare.

Scott and Stiles jump down the stairs.

“Please be careful. I know you both heal, but I still don’t want any bones broken.”

“Scott won!” Lydia shouts.

“Alpha in the house!” Scott bangs on his chest and Stiles rolls his eyes.

“It’s not fair. You have two years experience on me.”

“Aww. Is the wittle baby sad?” Scott fakes pout and squeezes Stiles’ cheek. Stiles swats his hand away and rolls his eyes.

“You’re all equal in my eyes.” You tease.

The doorbell rings and Mason answers it. Everyone throws money in and he brings the food in, sitting it on the table. “You guys better share! Leave some for me!”

Derek gets up and follows them to the kitchen. “I’ll make you a plate.” You thank him and take Max upstairs. You put him in the crib and grab the baby monitor, bringing it with you.

“Hey, I forgot to tell you that I invited someone over. We were best friends in high school and he just moved back to town. I ran into him when I was out grabbing diapers.” Derek sits beside you with your plate.

“That’s fine.” You smile. “What time?”

Derek glances at the clock. “Anytime now.” Just then you heard a knock at the door. Derek got up and went to answer it.

You were conversing with the pack when he walked in. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny it. You had no idea what was in the water with these Beacon Hills guys but you didn’t mind.

“AJ, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is AJ Harding.”

You stand and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” You smile and he nods.

“You too.”

Derek goes around the table and introduces him before they both sit down.

Lydia leans over and whispers. “He’s cute. If it wasn’t for Derek..” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“Lydia!” You scold, you can’t help but laugh though.

“I’m just saying..if I were five years older I’d be all over it.” She shrugs.

“So, she your girlfriend?” You hear him lean over and whisper. “She’s hot, so good for you.”

Derek chuckles. “No she’s not, we just have a baby together.”

“Oh so you hit that? Again, good for you.”

“No..we’re adopting. It’s a long story but we’ve neither dated or had sex.”

“So she’s available?” You feel his eyes on you.

“N-no..I mean, yeah she’s available. She’s not dating anyone.”

You thought that Derek for sure felt the same way about you that you did for him. You were wrong. You decided to milk this whole situation with AJ. That’ll show him. AJ must not know you’re a werewolf and you’ll definitely use that to your advantage.

Just us

Originally posted by effindivergenteric

Prompt 11: Eric Coulter

No games. No one else. Just you.”


Y/N- Your name

H/C- Hair color

E/C- Eye Color

Tagging- @wynterrobin @buried-in-books @imnotafraid4

Sorry, that it’s been so long. But finals and projects have been killing me. I hope it’s okay!

She rubbed her face, before sending a glare towards the weak initiates. The two on the mat, were so weak they made her want to slam her head against the wall. She had no idea how Four handled them, and how weak they were and spineless they were.

“Off the mat and line up,” She shouted, going over to walk in front of them, keeping the glare to show how pissed off she was. “You guys can’t even handle fighting each other, it’s pathetic. I feel like I’m training children, not young adults who want to be dauntless soldiers.” She stopped in front of the beefiest boy, gesturing for him to head to the mat. She glanced back at the initiates deciding to take a page out of Eric’s book. She snapped her fingers at the small Candor boy.

Y/N moved back to her place, watching the two in the middle eye each other. “The first to get knocked out, wins.” She knew from the Candor boy was scared by the way he was trembling slightly. “FIGHT!”

She watched the scene unfold before her, shockingly amazed at the Candor boy. “You seem more on edge than usual,” She heard voice come from behind her, leaning against the wall next to her.

“They are going to fail. They don’t listen, they don’t want this. I feel like Eric should be in here to scare them shitless,” She commented seeing the Candor boy get knocked down. “How do you do it? The Dauntless born have more of a drive then this bunch.”

“Patience, and sticking them on each other helps. If they fail, they fail. As for Eric, becareful what you wish for,” His eyes darted toward the door where Eric was walking in.

Her eyes trained back towards the initiates on the mat. She smirked when she saw the Candor boy still fighting, against the beefy kid. The smirk disappeared once the beef kid knocked the Candor boy out. She watched the beefy kid smirk down at the Candor boy, while she grew more angry. She gave him that win. She walked towards the the cocky kid. “Who’s next?”

The kid smirked at her, while she raised an eyebrow at him. “Who do you want?” She watched as he pretended to look at the initiates before he chose her. She smirked, nodding bending down to take her boots off.

“Y/N, what are you doing,” Eric called, while she stepped on the mat already knowing the beefy kids weakness.

“Showing the weak what strong looks like.” She murmured keeping her eyes on the kid. “Same rules still apply. Four, you can all out.”


She darted towards the guy kicking out his legs. She let him get up, while still on the balls of her feet. “C’mon, you wanna get cocky after I gave you a win.” She sent her foot crashing to his face, when he ran at her. Y/N watched the blood gush from his nose with a sickly satisfaction. “Hurry up, decide. Decide if you want to get up and go out like a soldier, or cower like the coward you are!” He ran at her with a yell, while she ducked missing his sloppy punches. She grasped his arm, before she slammed her fist into his face. “We raise fighters,” She grabbed his hair bringing his face into her knee. “Fight like a goddamn soldier,” She slammed her knee into his face again, while the beefy kid gave up slumping. “Pathetic,” She left him kneeling, before she sent her foot flying into his face again, knocking him out. She glared at the initiates, “who’s next?”

Y/N wanted to scream when the dinner alarm rang. “Alright! You’re dismissed!” Eric’s voice called while Four came forward handing me my boots.

“I think next year, I’m going to the Dauntless born. They’re weak and they refuse to allow us to mold them,” She hissed, lacing her semi dirty boots. “What do you want Eric?”

He sent her a predatory like grin, before he glared at Four. “Beat it Stiff.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, before standing up. “Four, save me a seat. But please not by the initiates.” She asked, while he nodded raising an eyebrow at Eric. He moved away from us heading towards the door. “What do you want?”

He still had the sly smirk on his face. “You looked hot beating the initiate up,” He moved so he was close to her, she could smell the soap and the slight hint of smoke.

“What do you want Eric,” She recited seeing his new tattoo editions. “I’m hungry and I really don’t feel like standing here listening to you spout bullshit.”

“Max said we have to go on  a raid tonight,” Eric grinned like the sick bastard he was. Only he could get joy out of taking more from those who had nothing. “I mean I know you had nothing planned so I told Max that you’d be the other leader along side me.”

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. She was irritated that he had just offered her up when she was busy tonight. “I actually was busy tonight, but since you need the best I guess I can cancel. Anything else?”

“You busy? Right,” He laughed while she turned towards the door. “What were you planning on actually going out tonight?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” She hissed back seeing his stupid smirk still on his face. “God, you’re such an ass and I have no idea how I consider you a friend.”

“Where you actually going to go out tonight,” She saw his face turn serious, leaning against the table. To her he actually seemed upset at the thought of her actually having a life.

“Yeah, Danny invited me to have a drink. So I thought why not,” She shrugged, thinking of the dark haired guy who always worked on her tattoos. “But I can go tonight.”

“Forget it,” He snarled, pushing past her towards the door. Her own anger sparked and she reached out grabbing his arm.

“What the hell is up with you,” She hissed, unfazed by his pissed off demeanor. “Seriously, why the hell are you upset that for once I have-”

She was cut off short by large hands grasping her face and pulling her into a searing kiss. She froze at first unable to move, but she relaxed into him gripping him closer getting lost in his harsh yet soft lips. Before he pulled away, “That’s why.” She watched him walk off, while she stayed silent still in shock that he had kissed her and she had kissed him back.

She sat beside Four lost in her thoughts. “What’s wrong with you?” She looked up seeing Four’s curious brown eyes. “You’re usually not this quiet.”

“I have to do something tonight, and I have to cancel with Danny. I would ask you to help, but I know you don’t like raids,” It wasn’t a total lie, but she wasn’t Candor so it shouldn’t matter.

Four gave her a look as if he didn’t believe her, but he dropped the subject. She looked up seeing Eric and Max, Eric met her eyes before rolling them. Typical ass. “Y/N!” She jumped when an arm was thrown across her shoulders and green eyes stared at her. “Are you still up for tonight?”

She glanced away from Eric smiling at the tattoo artist. “Sorry, but something urgent came up. I’m needed somewhere else.”

“Bummer,” Danny grinned, but the look in his eyes dimmed. “Maybe next time?”

“Yeah,” She smiled back, while sliding her chocolate cake over to Four. “I’m going to go get ready for tonight. “See you Danny.” Y/N left the table trailing her fingers over her lips, no matter what she did, she could still feel Eric’s lips.

She frowned to herself, she was acting like some teenage child, unlike the adult soldier she was. She sighed grabbing her clothes changing into something darker for tonight. She refused to let this get to her, there was an assignment that needed to be done and she was going to get it done, no matter how much she hated raiding the Factionless.

Y/N sighed waiting for the others getting prepared, while waiting for Eric to show. “Was it just me or was the chocolate cake extra good tonight,” Jake grinned tossing his arm over her shoulder. She grinned at him, before remembering that she had given her cake to Four. “C’mon Y/N, where’s my chocolate buddy at?”

“Enough, the train will be here in three minutes,” Eric yelled while she yawned into her shoulder. The lack of sugar made her tired. “Tired L/N? Maybe you shouldn’t go,” Eric sneered pushing past her shoulder harshly.

She rolled her eyes debating whether or not to shoot him in his leg. She shrugged Jake’s arm off, breaking into a run when she saw the train. She grabbed the door, hauling herself in sitting on one of the boxes. She watched Eric haul his ass in before shooting a death glare at her. Once everyone was in, Eric growled out what the plan was. They would all be paired into two, each of them searching the factionless for any contraband. She stood up, standing next to Eric. “Are you going to be pissy throughout this whole thing?”

“Shut the fuck up,” He glared at her, moving towards Zora. “You’re with me,” He growled out standing next to her, while she batted her eyelashes at him.

Y/N rolled her eyes again. Sick bastard. “Jake, you better not get me killed.” She looked over to her left seeing Jake’s twitchy self.

She crouched behind a crate shielding herself from the bullets. The Factionless had gotten their hands on guns and they were picking them off one by one. She frowned seeing Jake’s limp body, before looking to see if there was anyone around her. She grumbled when she noticed that she was alone, she was probably going to die here. She breathed in calming her mind, before she stood up aiming, shooting down a few Factionless. She ran ducking away from the flying bullets, she cried out when she felt pain on her right leg. Y/N dragged herself behind the wood boxes, trying to calm herself down. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to make it out alive, but she wasn’t going to give up. She ripped her shirt tying it around her wound on her lower leg, before checking how many bullets she had left. Shit. She only had 10. Ten fucking bullets. She could heard the crunch of gravel behind her and from the sound of it, it was more than ten people. She tensed and aimed her rifle, before bright lights were shining on her. She let go of the rifle when she saw some of her friends.

“What the hell too you guys so long,” She hissed, standing up. “I was almost out of bullets.”

Y/N watched Four step forward grasping her before she lost her balance. “We lost Jake. I don’t know where the others went, but most followed Eric.”

“Why didn’t you,” The short blonde haired girl snapped. “Jake was probably killed because of you.”

“You dumb shit, he got wounded in the leg. Unlike you I stay with my partner.” She hissed lunging forward while Four held her back.

She smirked before Max sent her a death glare.  “Four, take her to the vehicle.” Four nodded and began hauling her weight towards the truck. “And Y/N, don’t punch and kick any of the staff.”

Y/N still had her eyes on the blonde girl. “At least we know she would never make it in leadership.” She made sure her voice was loud enough so that the ugly blonde heard her. Y/N smirked in triumph when the blonde shot a death glare at her. As if it would scare her. “Great now I have to be weak in front of the initiates.”

Four rolled his eyes hauling her up into the truck, ordering them to return back to the Dauntless HQ. “Are you going to be friendly or do they have to sedate you?”

She glared at him while he sent her a smirk. “What do you think?”

She opened her E/C eyes, damning Four internally for letting them sedate her. She glared at the harsh white lights, sitting up. She looked around the room seeing a few injured Dauntless laying in the other beds. She made a move to get up, only for her to curse at the pain radiating up her leg. She sighed grabbing the sweats that were beside her, she whimpered lowly while she struggled to put on the stupid sweats.

“What the hell are you doing,” She dropped the sweats cursing Eric internally when she realized she couldn’t reach the sweats. She heard his boots against the floor, not looking at him in her weakened state. “You need to be resting.”

“I need to go home,” She whispered looking down at the sweats. This is one place she dreaded with all of her heart. This is where she was brought when her parents died, she hated the clean smell and the bright lights. This place was death to her and she wanted out.

“You wouldn’t be here if you would’ve just-” Eric bent down grabbing her sweats, offering them up to her. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” She hissed grabbing her sweats going back to struggling to put her pants on. Eric sighed grabbing her sweats back from her grasping her injured leg lightly before pulling her sweats up. “I didn’t need your help, I would’ve did it eventually.”

“Well I just did it for you, so how about a thank you,” Eric grinned grabbing her boots, helping her put her feet in. Once her feet were in he tried to help her up, but she shoved his arm away moving to get down. Falling forward, with a yelp she braced herself for the pain. She hit the floor with a thump, breathing fast trying to control the pain. “Are you ready for my help now or do you still wanna be stubborn? Your choice.”

“You’re such as ass,” She whimpered while she felt his arms grasp her up, holding her to his chest. “Just please get me out of here,” She breathed blinking away the tears. He nodded, hauling her into his arms carrying her. She clenched her teeth together, knowing how weak she was and the way he was carrying her made her seem even more helpless than she felt.

Eric set her down on her couch, before sitting on her coffee table raising an eyebrow at her. She held his gaze, while he leaned forward pushing her hair away from her face. “I’m sorry you got shot.”

She blinked a few times before she tried not to look shocked. He was never one to apologize. “Unexpected things happen when the Factionless are involved. It’s not your fault.” She yawned, blinking tiredly.

“You should get some rest,” Eric murmured moving to help her up.

She pushed his hands away, gesturing for him to sit down. “Just stay here with me.” He raised an eyebrow at her, before shrugging his shoulders sitting beside her. She leaned into him, feeling him tense slightly. “I’m hoping your done being an ass so we can talk..”

“Talk about what? I kissed you, you kissed back. Done,” He said, moving slightly so she was more comfortable. “I’m here with you so you know where I stand.”

“Say it… I want you to say it,” She glanced up at him, before laying back down on him.

“I want you,” His voice made her smile before she lifted herself onto his lap, wincing at her pain. “No games. No one else. Just you.” He placed his hand on her cheek.

“Just me, huh?” She couldn’t help but grin, while she set her hand on his. “Let’s try this then. No one else, just us.”

Cheater Part Seven

A/N: I didn’t realize it had been more than two months since I posted part six. This part is kind of a filler but it is important to the story line sorta. This is so unedited so if you see any mistakes, let me know. I hope you enjoy and that this was worth the wait

Word Count: 1093

Warnings: A few curse words but that’s it

Cheater part 2 part 3 part 4  part 5 part 6

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When you woke up, you felt a moment of confusion before everything came to you. It’s hard to believe that in just one day your whole life was turned upside down.

By your side was Tony, who was still asleep and it had looked like he had stayed asleep all night. Looking at the small clock next to him, you saw that it was a little after eight which meant that Y/D/N was most likely up and bugging whoever had watched her last night.

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Guys, My Dudes


My dudes.

You have no idea how satisfying it is

To be the only girl at a table with five dudes

Who are all hitting on the waitress

And you’re the one who gets her number.”

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Lena swears that, by the end of the day, there will be one less fuckboy at the world. Most likely because she’s going to murder one of them. Or all of them, she’s not entirely sure yet.

The anger building up her stomach had to begin somewhere, but, even in her rational state, she wouldn’t know when it began. And she’s not feeling very rational at the moment.

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I desperately try not to watch as Max strips down to her bra and undies but… Holy. Fucking. Shit-balls. She’s beautiful. I have to force myself to look away but I almost can’t. ‘Don’t look, don’t drool, don’t get a nosebleed, and for the love of god DO NOT STARE!’. Too late. Our eyes meet momentarily and I panic, but Max simply smiles and throws her clothes aside and takes a few steps back before running forward and cannonballing into the pool. “Cowabunga!” she calls. When Max resurfaces I smile at her dumbly, “Why, look! An otter in my water,”. She giggles a little and I proceed to start humming the ‘Jaws’ theme, swimming ever so closer to her. “You are so obvious. And I still get freaked out by that movie, so stop,” She replies, creating a small wave with her arms and splashing me with it. I squeal in excitement and splash her back. This continues for a while, with us laughing like the dorks we are. “I’ll just rewind and harpoon you. Otter’s revenge!” Max says with a warm smile. “Cheater,” I retort warmly. “Yeah, you would know about that!”. For some reason… that comment… hurts. Does she think I cheated on our friendship with Rachael… or… does she feel like I cheated on… her? All these mixed signals are fucking with my head, so I decide to lay back and float on the surface of the water. “I wish Rachael was here,” I say, watching as Max does the same, “She would totally love being here at night. I wish you guys had met each other,”. “We will,” Max says with an extra dose of reassurance, “With all this stuff going on, I’m starting to think everything is related… and I want to find out for Kate’s sake, She… died today,”. I not and follow as Max sets herself upright and swims to the edge of the pool. “Your powers are changing everything, Max. Especially you. I can already tell… you’re not so chickenshit anymore,” I say, settling into my position beside her. As this week goes by, I find myself growing more and more accustom to Max’s presence, her gestures, her nervous ticks. It’s starting to feel like she never left. Max smiles at my comment, “Thanks, girlfriend”. My heart flutters at that thought… of Max being my girlfriend, but I stop the fantasy before it gets any bigger, ‘She’s not even into girls…at least, I don’t think’. “You know what I mean,” I say, getting my mind back on track, “You’re becoming like this force of nature,”. “More like luck of nature. Come on, my powers failed trying to save Kate…maybe I’m just stumbling back and forth in time… for what reason?”. “You didn’t stumble when you saved me, Max,” I reassure her. “Not that time but that’s because you were there to kickstart  my power…” She says, staring at me with those big blue eyes. ‘Dear god, Chloe… keep it together. You have a crush on Max, so what… just don’t let it get in the way of what’s important’ but… what is important… that’s the question I’ve been asking myself for the past three days. “So, it’s time to start moving forward in time. And we’re obviously connected since without me you would have never discovered your power, right?”. She nods, “Absolutely. You make me feel like I know what I’m doing…”. “And you make me feel like I still have a reason for still being in Arcadia Bay,” I say with the tiniest bit of flirtation. “I hope so…”. I roll my eyes playfully, “Stop being so goddamn humble. You’re like the smartest, most talented person I ever know,”. “More than Rachael Amber?” Max asks. I look at her for a moment, then look away. ‘She is jealous of Rachael… but, why?’. “Dude, I’m not her groupie, okay?” I say with a bit of sass, “And I’m sure you have Blackwell bros all over you- like Warren,”. Welp… that’s like the lamest way of asking who she’s into… smooth, Chloe, smooth. “You’re the bro killer. Tats and ‘tude…”. “You did not just say that. Plus I am not down with these Arcadia Bay hillbillies,”. “I don’t blame you,” Max replies, “Anyway, we have bigger fish to fry, right?”. “No worries. Once you get over yourself, you’re going to make the world bow,”. “As long as you’re there with me,”. “Don’t look so sad. I’m never leaving you,” I say, resting my head in my arms, holding my gaze with my partner in time. Max smiles innocently and does the same, locking eyes with me. We just sit there for a while… staring at each other, not doing anything else. I inch my hand towards her hand, feeling as our fingers slowly intertwine. My heart starts pounding at an accelerated rate as Max scoots a little closer, passing her advances off as adjustments. “Max?” I finally say. “Hmm?” she hums dreamily. “Truth or Dare,”. Max lifts her head a little and giggles, “Dare, of course,”. SCORE. I smile mischievously, “I dare you to kiss me,”. For a quiet and seemingly straight hipster, Max takes the dare without a second thought. She leans up, places her hand behind my head to balance herself, and kisses me with chlorine flavored lips. I pull back in surprise, losing my footing as I do so and slipping underwater as a result. When my head resurfaces, I see Max smiling at me like a goon. My face must be beet red because she laughs warmly, “What did you expect?” She says, “You said it yourself, I’m not so chickenshit anymore,”. I blush furiously and look away, “I didn’t think you’d actually do it,”. “Honestly, I didn’t either,” Max admits, “But it kinda felt like the right thing to do,”. I look up at her again, my head half submerged in the water and smile. “What?” she asks. I continue to smile, “I dare you to do it again,”. Max smiles smugly, “You’d like that… wouldn’t you?”. “Very much so,”. She blushes and averts her eyes but doesn’t turn away, “God, you’re such a dork,”. “And you’re a nerd… and nerds are hot,” I blurt. Max’s eyes lock onto my again, “Are you… hitting on me?”. “Yes! Thank you for finally noticing!” I blurt again. “I … I uh… *ahem* I don’t know what to say to that,” Max say, laughing nervously. “I do,”. I don’t even give her a chance to react because our lips are already pressed against each other. Max doesn’t move away or freak out at my sudden move, she just relaxes and enjoys it for what it is. When we pull away, she just looks at me with a derpy ass smile, “Hmm, remind me to take dares from you more often,”. I nod, “I’ll be sure to remind you”.

Tiny Dancer Ch. 5: Daydreamer

Story Summary: After an agent dies during his “guardian” work, you’re assigned to take over his witness protection case, Gadreel Novak (AKA Ezekiel). His background is shady, but the man you’re presented with now is quickly sneaking into your heart. You hope that this will finally get you out of your casual relationship with Sam, but just as you begin falling for Gadreel, Sam claims to have feelings for you. Nothing is simple, ever, in the CIA.

Chapter Summary: Gadreel has an unfortunate run-in with Jo after gaining full custody of Kaleb, and gets a text from Cain. Meanwhile, you identify the man who attacked the strip club, having yet another unsettling theory come up.

Pairing: GadreelxCIA!reader CIA!SamxCIA!reader

Other Characters: CIA!Garth, Kevin, Samandriel(mention), Jo

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, feelings, death(Don’t worry about it), kissing, flangst….angff

Word count: 3100+

A/N: This one. Hurts. And we’re just getting started! *sigh*

Eternity squad: @mrswhozeewhatsis  @beriala @busybee612  @kittenofdoomage @aprofoundbondwithdean @ign-is @icantthinkofaname-oops @catsoftheapocalypse  @purgatoan  @mrstheorossix3 @got-that-bam-bam-pow @oriona75



He crosses his arms over, his eyebrow cocked. Jo holds up a pack of beers, a toothy grin on her face. Shaking his head, Gadreel begins closing his door, huffing when she wedges her foot in the way.

“Don’t be like that –”

“You mean ‘like’ when you were going to take my son away?” he asks, a stale smile on his face. She shoots him a glare, forcing into the house and handing him the beer, plopping down onto his couch. “I don’t want to talk –”

“For Kaleb’s sake, we need to get back together,” she says. He stares at her blankly, flicking his eyes down to the beer with a hum. It’s some sort of french brew. “I miss you.”

“You’re truly despicable.”

“Excuse me?”

“If it were me coming to your doorstep, beer in hand, false promises slipping off of my tongue.” He pauses, setting the beer down on the coffee table. “You’d call me a pig.”

“This is different. Are you really going to take him from his mother, Ezekiel?”

“You were willing to take him from his father,” he says dryly, pulling his phone from his pocket as it chimes and frowning.

Cain: Been busy, let’s check in.

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What went down in Gamer
  • Marinette: dear diary, here's a description of some events that would have definitely been pretty cool to see
  • Marinette: but eh I guess there's no need to show that
  • Tikki: this isn't supposed to be a webisode so you'd better go do something now
  • Marinette: *goes to school*
  • Marinette: ok where is everybody
  • Alya: we're in the library preparing for the Super Smash competition that everybody knows about but you
  • Marinette: sounds contrived but okay
  • Alya: and if anybody beats Max they get to team up with that hot guy for the tournament
  • Alya: why do I open my mouth ever
  • Adrien: can I maybe forfeit my position in the tournament
  • Mr. Damocles: nope
  • Max: just take a controller and sit down please
  • Marinette: right gotcha
  • Max: you do actually know how to play this game right
  • Marinette: come on what do you take me for
  • Max: somebody who'd 100% be willing to enter a tournament for a game she knows nothing about if it would mean being with Adrien
  • Marinette: fair
  • Marinette: but I actually do know how to play this game
  • Max: oh noes
  • Marinette: *beats Max*
  • Max: that was it?
  • Max: with all that buildup I was expecting more echoing defeat and controller shoving
  • Marinette: don't tempt me
  • Max: yeah gotcha
  • Max: anyways imma go get akumatized now
  • Adrien: are you really just gonna let him
  • Marinette: yeah now come to my house
  • Adrien: Mr. Damocles this is terrifying
  • Adrien: is there really no way out of this situation
  • Mr. Damocles: nope
  • Hawkmoth: Gamer, the situation may not have turned out in your favor
  • Hawkmoth: but from now on you and I will be playing this game by our own rules
  • Max: nope sorry but playing with a modified system results in an automatic ban from participation in all future tournaments
  • Max: if we're doing this we're doing it properly
  • Hawkmoth: so you'll have to kill a bunch of people to level up before you can get a giant robot?
  • Max: yep
  • Hawkmoth: and if Ladybug and Chat Noir take you down
  • Max: they get their own giant robot, yes
  • Hawkmoth: will this result in more meaningless destruction
  • Max: probs
  • Hawkmoth: ok fine you've sold me
  • Max: great
  • Marinette: anyway Adrien welcome to my house and to my room where I definitely don't have 20,000 pictures of you
  • Adrien: eep
  • Tom and Sabine: *ship Adrienette*
  • Adrien: ok but can you not
  • Adrien: like it's clearly the most unhealthy pairing in the love square
  • Adrien: which is actually saying quite a lot
  • Adrien: it really could only ever work out if Marinette learned the difference between attraction and obsession
  • Sabine: shush it's an adorable pairing
  • Adrien: as someone who's literally part of that pairing I can attest that it defs isn't
  • Tom: do you want some food
  • Adrien: OMG YES PLEASE
  • Marinette: coolio let's eat it at the park
  • Adrien: disclaimer: the fact that I am eating croissants at a park with you is in no way a sign of interest, romantic or otherwise, in anything besides this delicious food
  • Marinette: yes please eat more of the food you look beautiful when eating it
  • Adrien: you're really starting to scare me Marinette
  • Gamer: AND SO AM I
  • Marinette: eep it's a giant robot!
  • Adrien: oh come ON that's such a blatant ripoff
  • Adrien: rly is nobody gonna call him out on this
  • Marinette: we're running away now
  • Adrien: right
  • Marinette: oh and here have this charm bracelet
  • Adrien: wot
  • Marinette: look it's probs gonna be important or something
  • Marinette: I had to shoehorn it in somewhere there
  • Adrien: wait this robot is the perfect excuse
  • Adrien: *runs in the opposite direction*
  • Marinette: oh no he's gone
  • Marinette and Adrien: *transform*
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir: *fight the robot*
  • Gamer: *levels up*
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir: *ollie outy*
  • Ladybug: what if we take him to the stadium where the tournament's happening
  • Chat Noir: so he wrecks it and gets the tournament cancelled?
  • Chat Noir: yeah I'm very down with that idea rn
  • Ladybug: I just meant it would get him out of a crowded area
  • Chat Noir: oh right that
  • Ladybug: *arrives at stadium*
  • Chat Noir: *arrives at stadium*
  • Gamer: HEY GUYS
  • Chat Noir: oh no
  • Chat Noir: yeah screw that
  • Chat Noir: *cataclysms*
  • Gamer: you may have destroyed my robot
  • Gamer: but you will be shocked and awed by my secret scheme
  • Gamer: where I will restore my robot from a save—
  • Ladybug: *punches Gamer in the face*
  • Gamer: wait I wasn't finished monolog—
  • Ladybug: oh hey I broke your glasses
  • Ladybug: and there goes your akuma
  • Gamer: so you won't get to pilot a giant robot then
  • Ladybug: WHAT
  • Ladybug: wait little butterfly come back here!
  • Gamer: it's not coming back
  • Ladybug: well maybe if it copies itself and affects thousands of people then I'll get to have a giant robot?
  • Hawkmoth: yeah nope
  • Hawkmoth: I am not filling Paris with thousands of giant robots
  • Hawkmoth: even I'm not that stupid
  • Ladybug: dammit
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly :(
  • Chat Noir: don't worry, you two can still get to kick butt in the tournament
  • Chat Noir: (Max, help me out here pls)
  • Max: yes, the tournament that you and I will defs be the two participants in and Adrien won't
  • Max: perfect! that's the spirit! we are totes gonna win
  • Chat Noir: phew, I thought I'd never escape
Life Is Strange

so me and my boyfriend are playing Life Is Strange on his PS4 and I mentioned it being kind of popular lesbian stuff and he just looked at me all confused like: whaat what lesbian there are none… wait you mean Chloe and Max… they are friends..umm but they are cute…ummmmmm I don’t know Kate.

*3 hours later*

Chloe: If you’re hardcore then kiss me Max 
choice one: Kiss Chloe                      
choice two: don’t kiss Chloe

me: ooooh yeeesss finally
boyfriend looks at me grinning while I laugh and try to steal the controller from him: ooooooooookaaay you were right *he himself hits option one* 

both: awwwwwwwwwww 

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The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From The Tree

(AU where Jack and Bitty basically have a meme son and Kent basically adopts a more awkward version of Dex)

Max Bittle Zimmermann is infuriating most of the time. He never seems to get nervous, angry, sad, and always has a stupid smirk on his face. It’s like nothing fazes him into a state of panic. Nothing fazes him into a state of anything. People always say that the only reason he has made it to the NHL is because of the Zimmermann legacy. When the press brings it up, Max doesn’t even show any signs of anger. His famous line, “My Papa was alright, I guess. It’s all relative.” has grown so popular its become a meme. A picture of Jack Zimmermann’s several Stanley Cup wins with the caption: “My Papa was alright, I guess.” He’s the spitting image of Eric Bittle, except for the fact he’s very tall. He’s known as the pretty boy of the NHL and not a lot of people take him seriously. Sometimes that’s warranted, though. Like the famous incident of Max Zimmermann throwing up in the Stanley Cup, because he was hungover from the night before. The most shocking part about that whole situation was that he played like his normal prodigy self.

Grant Parson is a spaz. An intense spaz that worries about everything. When Grant was a first round pick and went straight to Max’s team, it nearly sent him into an epileptic fit. It was just so ironic, Grant couldn’t deal with it. He also grew up with the guy, and Grant knew that Max loved hockey for sure, but it wasn’t his life. It was Grant’s life, though. Max always made fun of Grant’s red hair and said to him on multiple occasions, “You have so many fucking freckles man, like what the fuck is that?”

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Note: I tried a bit of a different style with this one. This one was actually pretty hard to write…and I also might have gotten a bit ahead of myself…Oh well, again, more for you guys. Hope you guys like it.

Request: ooh! can you do 52, 61 and 92? - anonymous

“Can I kiss you?”, “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.”, “What do you want me to say?”

Word Count: 1927+

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Angst, feelings, drama, language…yeah I guess that’s it…

You stood, washing dishes while you waited for your fiancé, Max, to come home from work. Yeah, that’s right. Fiancé. Your mind wandered to who you were before you met Max.

You used to be a hunter. One of the best hunters in the world. The famous Y/N L/N who could find a way to kill you with a paperclip and some string. The famous Y/N L/N who could find loopholes in any situation. The famous Y/N L/N who hunted with the Winchesters. The famous Y/N L/N who had the King of Hell as her lover.

Yes, you and the Demon King used to be quite fond of each other. The both of you were unstoppable, untameable. The two of you ruled the world, or at least it felt like you did. You both were madly in love with each other. Nothing could come between you two. So what ever happened to the both of you?

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anonymous asked:

I wanted to tell my crush on the last day of school that I liked them, but they didn't show up. So I texted her saying "hey, I've been meaning to tell you I like you" and it's been two days since they didn't reply, but the catch is they Snapchat me trying to save our streak. I really don't know what's going on with her and I'm just I don't know anymore. (also they're closeted bi) -SOS

Have you texted them again? Try asking them how they felt about the message you sent. Maybe they’re just nervous. Or maybe they didn’t even get the message.


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Soo I was wondering about a few things. 1: Sana seemed really like stumbled during her prayer idk but it was all kind of erratic added in with the messages 2. Why did they zoom in on Even when he and Isak were walking in? Is there something happening there? 3. I was under the impression that perhaps Pepsi max had changed?? But they're all just sitting there sipping their Pepsi?? 4. This is getting really long but do you think Isak is gonna be the one to pull through for Sana? +Girl squad??

she definitely has a lot on her mind so that’s probably why she stumbled over her words a few times. I really hope they’re not alluding to anything bc the part of the song that plays is “everybody knows that bitch is crazy” and that scares me??? a lot ???? yeahhhhh they clearly didnt change they’re still pepsi max rip. andddddd im not sure what you mean for the last one?? 

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Adam: I swear I’ll be on my best behavior, if you let me meet your mother.

Max: I……

Adam: I’ll say all the nice things, I will bring chcoclates, what does your mom like? Let’s get specific, cus I’m writing these things down. 

Max: I can’t foresee ever a scenario were you would ever meet my mom. Or my mom would ever be interested in meeting you. Or or just being at a gaming thing you know. 

Adam: Does you mom know that theres this weird creepy thing with me, is she aware that I..

Max: No

Adam: Ok I think she needs to know I exist Max because my love does not have a boundry. 

Max: Well i mean if, prove it, you gotta, you have got to..

Adam: I got to work for your mom.

Max: You’ve got to work for it. For affection and attention it isn’t just given.

Adam: Alright, alright, alright, ok, understood. -laughing-

me and my friend today
  • friend: You know who's birthday is today?
  • me: Chris Wood from TVD?
  • friend: Yes but that is not who I meant...
  • me: Ellington Ratliff from R5?
  • firend: Yes but no...
  • me: Max Unger the football player?
  • friend: Okay yes but...
  • me: It can't be Jack Dawson because the titanic sunk over 100 years ago...
  • friend: Sara, it's not...
  • me: Isn't it Dafina Zeqiri's birthday too? You know that albanian pop singer?
  • friend: Would you just...
  • me: Ahhh, okay you mean Abigail Breslin, right?
  • friend: What the fuck?? Noo!!
  • me: Well then who is it?
  • friend: JESUS CHRIST, IT'S MINE!!!!
  • me: Oh... yeah... well... I knew that...
  • friend: *looks confused* wait... Why would Jack Dawson... *realizes the titanic sunk on 14th of April* Ohhh.... okay now I got that... yup, good one...
Pricefield AU: Kickboxing Gym (Part 3)

A/N: Featuring a sinnamon roll Max.

Part 1 [x] Part 2 [x]

Summary: Chloe owns a dingy Kickboxing gym, Max shows up out of the blue one day and rocks her world. 

Words: 1,568

Genre: Sinful Fluff

Max entered the gym giddily, excited about what techniques Chloe has in store for her this time.

And about the date.

Even though the punk spared the details when she asked her out last week, she left Max walking on air. Such a simple question gave her a sense of euphoria, and she felt so ridiculous for it, but she knew Chloe felt the same.

Max closed the door behind her and waved gawkily at Chloe, tucking her hair behind her ear as a reflex.

“Good morning Max, ready for warm-ups?” Chloe said as she walked over to the girl, clad in a black sports bra & red shorts.

“Good morning. You know it.” Max chuckled, removing her large t-shirt only to reveal a nicely fitted sports bra underneath it.

Chloe grinned, trying her best not to ogle at her too much; she didn’t want to accidentally creep her out. She already took a leap when she asked her out after only a day of knowing each other, but she didn’t regret it. And the punk had an inkling that Max thought the same.

“So, let’s do some push ups. About how many can you do on average?” the punk asked as she tied her blue hair into a ponytail.

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anonymous asked:

Pricefield fic req: Chloe takes a peek in Max's bag and finds a ridiculous amount of polaroids of herself. (Bonus if you include some from ingame?)

Max - ‘panicking’ Oh shit Chloe, I left my camera in Mr. Jefferson’s room ! I got to go get it before he locks up for the night D=

Chloe - Go get it ! I’ll just wait here while you’re gone !

Max - Ok thanks , I’ll be right back ! ‘runs out the door’

‘Chloe sits down on Max’s bed, and waits’

'eyes start to drift around the room’

Chloe - 'thinking out loud’ I wonder if she thinks about me……  'grabs Max’s bear and pulls it into a hug’

Kate - 'at the door’ Chloe ?

Chloe - Kate ?!

Kate - What are you doing with…..

Chloe - It’s softness distracts me from my problems

Kate- 'sits down next to Chloe’ Anything I can help with ?

Chloe ’ shrugs’ Only if you’re good with going through Max’s things

'Kate crosses arms, falling deep into thought’

Kate - W-well….if it’s for you……

'Kate gets up and starts going through Max’s things’

Chloe - Kaate, I like this new rebellious side of you

Kate - Shush , start looking

'Kate and Chloe look through most of Max’s room’

Chloe - 'crashes on bed’ Well now we know she’s a hella nerd…..

Kate - Maybe she just kept her childhood memories with her parents ?

Chloe - 'depressed’ You don’t have to say anything Kate……'grabs bear’Maybe our relationship just means more to 'eyes tear up’ ……me 'hiccups’

'Max walks back into the room, beaming with her camera’

Max -  Kate ? What are you doing heee….Chloe what’s wrong ?

Kate - ’ extremely cross’ Shame on you Max Caulfield

Max- What did I do ?! 'steps back in shock’

Kate - It’s more like what you DIDN’T do. Why don’t you have anything to remind you of Chloe ? You hurt her feelings 'taps foot angrily’ Well…?

Max- Chloe you big mushball

'Max reaches into her bag, as Chloe gets up, eyes red with tears’

Max- 'shy’ I keep a photo album in my bag……  here 'hands album to Chloe’

'Chloe starts going through the album’

Chloe - ‘fake outrage’ Heeeey, whose this devilishly attractive blue haired rogue ?

Max- Chloooooeeeee ‘laughs and playfully shoves’

Chloe- Should I be jealous ?

‘Max tries to take photo album’

Chloe - I mean you do have a photo album of them ‘smiling’

Kate - ‘pulls Max and Chloe into a hug’

Max- Kate ?

Kate- Shhhh Hug time now

Chloe - ‘hugs back and whispers’ ….this is nice…..

anonymous asked:

Can you please do a part 3 of single dad Oliver?!

Read Part 1 / Part 2.

Oliver holds Max until he cries himself to sleep, then takes him to his crib. With Max safe and sleeping soundly, Oliver storms back into the living room and picks up the phone.

No one makes his son cry like that. Not even the guy Oliver’s been in love with since maybe forever. No, especially not him.

Anger and hurt blur into rage. How could Connor react like that? Together, they’ve been trying to get Max to talk for weeks. Oliver was surprised at first too, by Max’s mistake, but… not in a bad way.

Connor’s been more and more flirtatious lately. Oliver thought… He’d wanted to take things slow, of course, but he also secretly hoped maybe Connor would someday want the job as Max’s Da-Da #2.

Oliver is so stupid.

He punches in the numbers for Connor’s cell. He knows them by heart. He takes a breath, holds it, and brings the phone to his ear.

And swears he hears Connor’s ringtone.

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