out of hand plus

  • Me: sees queen Elizabeth is trending
  • Me: hasn't had an emergency news alert from the BBC
  • Me: is confused

Anonymous said: Could you maybe write something with the smiths and pines families for #26(thanksgiving)

I wasn’t really sure what to write so I opted for illustrating this prompt instead. Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians!


Making History | 1.01

Leighton Meester as Deborah Revere

I think SKT shouldn’t be allowed at Worlds, let the other Koreans (or gold help them the American teams) win for a change you know? Tired of those assholes.

Confession by @sexylegssteve

anonymous asked:

Why dont they do something to go against this media H vs the others narrative?? I get it while they were still under SYCO but now? i really dont get it... it's frustrating.

it’s pointless, the media will continue this narrative til the end of time cause it’s what gets that people talking… if they do say something or do something then it’s often just brushed aside since it’s not a good scandalous headline. a good example of that is how time and time again ALL of the boys have already reiterated that they ARE NOT breaking up and yet the media continues to write that they are and they hate each other. it’s a damned if they do it damned it they don’t type of thing with these sites always. they will never listen so why put in the effort.  also don’t be fooled cause SYCO is still continuing to fuck them over until now even if they’re not under them anymore

anonymous asked:

While fixing up clothes, S/O accidentally finds the ring Pre!fall Gabe and Jack had been planning on using to propose to them :3

This was so cute to write! Thanks so much for the request! <3

Overwatch Masterlist

Jack Morrison
(I Can See That This Is Real Love)

You and Jack have a United Nations dinner to go to this evening so it requires you to dress up and look nice. You’re currently in the bathroom of the apartment you share, doing your makeup in the large mirror. The dress you’re wearing is red with a slit down the side, causing your leg to peak through when you walk. You admire it for a moment in the mirror and you’ve got admit that you look like you could play the part of the Strike Commander’s girlfriend.

“You look beautiful.”

You see Jack through the mirror, leaning against the doorframe. He’s wearing a black suit with the matching tie to your dress. The smile on his face is tender as he watches you finish putting on your lipstick.

“Thank you,” you tell him as you turn around to face him. “You look great yourself.” You pat his chest gently before he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close.

Jack leans down to gives you a kiss but you lean your head back, preventing him from doing so. He frowns down at you and all you say is “fresh coat of lipstick. Sorry.”

He gives you a playful laugh before trailing his lips down your jaw and neck. You avoid biting your lip since you don’t want to ruin the lipstick you just expertly applied but since you don’t, a moan escapes your lips as he continues to kiss along your collarbone.

“If you continue with that, then we’re going to be late,” you whisper.

“What’s a few minutes?’ Jack murmurs against your skin.

“Ana’s death glare,” you tease.

“I suppose you’re right.” Jack stands up and pulls away from you but you notice his pants look off.

“Wait, honey!”

Jack turns back around to you. “What?”

You take a step and close the distance between the two of you, feeling his pants for what’s wrong. Jack tenses underneath your touch. You feel a square object in one of his pockets before reaching in and pulling it out. It’s a small black box and your heart drops in anticipation.

Jack quickly grabs it from your hand and goes to speak but you interrupt him before he can say anything.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“It is. I was going to propose after dinner tonight but you’ve beat me to the punch.”

“Oh,” your cheeks redden from slight embarrassment.

“What do you say?” Jack kneels down to one knee and opens the box. The ring is a decent size and elegant. Everything you could have secretly wished for. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You drop down to his level and give him a kiss, lipstick be damned. Before you wrap your arms around him in a hug. “Of course, I will!”

Jack’s face lights up before he lifts you up and spins you around, careful to not knock you against any of the objects in the bathroom. He sets you down on your feet before placing another kiss against your lips, breaking it with a smile. “How about it, my future wife? Let’s get going before Ana has our heads.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you say cheerfully.

Jack grabs your left hand and slides the ring on before the two of you walk out hand in hand.

Gabriel Reyes
(Dance With Me)

You, Gabe, plus a few other Overwatch members have been invited to a state dinner by one of Gabriel’s former bosses. The dinner goes lovely as you sit beside him, making small talk with old colleagues of his and having more fun than you could remember having in a long time. Blackwatch is stressful on the two of you but you notice how Gabe looks more relaxed than he has in ages.

You’re currently standing near the edge of the room, talking to Lena and Angela with a drink in your hand when a familiar tune begins to course through your ears. It’s the first song your grandparents danced to on their wedding night and you can’t remember how many times you asked them to teach you the dance they choreographed when you were younger.

You feel a familiar presence behind you as Gabe wraps one arm around your waist to pull you close before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Come dance with me, Cariño.”

You turn around to face him before scanning the room. “But no one else is dancing.”

“Who cares?” Gabe grabs the glass out of your hand and gives it to Angela to hold before pulling you along the floor, accidently bumping into Jack.

“Sorry Jack!” You exclaim before Gabriel brings you to a fairly empty part of the room.

Gabe spins you so you’re facing him and starts backing you up in familiar steps before dipping your upper body. You stay there for a few seconds before Gabriel brings you back up and you look at him with amazement. How did he learn your grandparents’ dance? It doesn’t really matter at this point since Gabe is spinning you around the floor with expert precision. You feel warmth and awe fill your body with the kind gesture your boyfriend has done for you.

At one point throughout the dance, you felt a small object in Gabe’s pants that didn’t feel like his wallet, keys or phone. Once the dance has finished, everyone is looking at you two and giving small claps as you walk over to where Angela and Lena are standing.

Lena leans over and whispers in your ear. “You two are so cute!”

You smile at her and tell her, “Thank you,” before turning to Gabe.

“That was wonderful! But Gabe?”


“What’s in your pocket?”

“Nothing. Just my wallet and keys.”

“But when you spun me around it felt like there was something else in there.”

“I can assure you, there’s nothing else there.”

You give him a quick look of ‘I don’t believe you’ before leaning in for a kiss. He falls for it and just before your lips touch, you place your hand in his pocket and grab a small box.

“Ha!” You turn away to look at it. It’s a small black ring box and you feel your heart speed up in anticipation. You quickly turn back to face him. “What’s this?”

He runs his fingers through his hair before speaking. “I was going to propose a bit later if you had been patient.”

“Oh,” you whisper as your cheeks turn a slight shade of red from ruining your boyfriend’s plan.

“So, why don’t I do it right now?” He asks as he steps closer to you, grabbing the box from your hand.

You nod your head in agreement before Gabriel grabs your hand and drags you through the crowd to the near by balcony. He gets down on one knee and grabs your left hand while opening the box with the other. The ring is simple and elegant at the same time. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You quickly drop to your knees and wrap your arms around him to give him a hug. “Yes, yes, yes! I will marry you!” Gabe pulls away for a brief second to put the ring on your finger before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

The kiss you share is long and passionate before you break off, slightly out of breath. Gabe leans his forehead against yours, lips millimetres apart. “I love you so much, Cariño.”

“I love you too.”

A Way to You Again: Part 4

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Drinking, Language

Word Count:  1283

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. Also – happy early 18th birthday to my cousin Nicole ( @totallygroovyllama ). Thanks for being the sister I never got to have.

Sorry it’s out late – long hours at work plus a bummed out hand make things so much more difficult.

Originally posted by mebeforeyouthings

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

I opened my eyes tentatively – testing the severity of my hangover. The early morning light drifted lazily from the blinds – throwing golden bars on the bed. I groaned as my headache raged. As I looked lazily around the room I saw a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on the nightstand by the bed. I gratefully grabbed the bottle and glass – throwing back two pills and washing them down hastily. I laid my head back on my pillow with a sigh as I closed my eyes – praying that the pounding in my head would subside soon. The door to the bedroom squeaked as it was opened and I casually opened one eye – just enough to see who caused the noise.

“Hey sis,” I muttered before turning from the bed and vomiting into the waste bin she had strategically placed beside it.

“Oh come on Y/N – you have to talk about it. I haven’t heard from you hardly at all in the last year… now all of a sudden you’re calling me up to meet you… no explanation. I get here and you’re drunk out of your mind and falling to pieces,” Nicole chastised as we walked down the street to get lunch. I winced as her voice grew shriller the longer she talked.

“Okay – okay…. First can we get some food? And could you possibly keep your voice down a few octaves?” I asked annoyed. She rolled her eyes and huffed to herself as we entered the warm little dinner that we always visited when we stayed at the cottage. We picked out the booth furthest away from any windows and sat comfortably in the worn leather cushions.

Nicole eyed me eagerly as the waitress brought us our menus and coffee. She was several years older than me. Where I had been a cautionary tale on what not to do through grade school she was the star pupil. I had dropped out of college after two semesters finding it to not be stimulating enough for me while she had gone on to medical school. She had a family; I had a string of unsuccessful relationships. This thought snapped me back to the present as I casually grabbed a menu and looked it up and down.

“Okay… stop bullshitting Y/N. You know that menu front to back… you’re just stalling,” she snapped as she crossed her arms in annoyance.

“Fine,” I responded as I placed the menu back on the table and motioned to the waitress that we were ready. We placed our orders and then I reluctantly turned to my sister. “First, I’m sorry I’ve been such a shit – I didn’t eat anything yesterday and the drinking, and crying that I partook in caused the hangover from hell.”

“Apology accepted,” she replied as she smiled at me. It never took us long to make up with one another. “So?” she asked raising an eyebrow.

“I started seeing someone in the Avengers… His name is Bucky Barnes.” I was interrupted by her choking on her coffee.

“Isn’t he the one that…” I cut her off before she could say another word.

“He doesn’t do that anymore,” I replied curtly. I had always been particularly defensive of Bucky since I knew him – even before we had started our romance.

“Noted,” she added apologetically as she held her hands up to me.

“Anyways… We’ve been… well I don’t know what you would call it. I guess we’ve been dating for the last five months, but we didn’t tell anyone else on the team… We wanted to make sure things actually worked between us before complicating everything,” I explained as she nodded understandingly. “The day before yesterday Nat walked in on him kissing me so we were forced to kind of let everyone know about it. I was relieved… and well we kind of… I kind of slept with him. Anyways, yesterday morning he left for a mission so I went to the gym with Nat. She proceeded to tell me that Bucky and her had an arrangement similar to ours and he only ended it five months ago… around the same time he started pursuing me… and it was just awful. I had to get away from all of it,” I paused allowing her to analyze everything I had just told her.

“Was this Nat your friend?”

“Yes… well I thought so… She said some pretty terrible things to me and I kind of… well I punched her and I am pretty sure I broke her nose,” I added awkwardly.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, “So I’m assuming this Bucky fellow is something more than a casual thing?” This was new territory for me. I had only seriously dated one other person before and it had ended horribly. After that it was my real of thumb to not get attached. Bucky was different though – in all honestly that’s what I had refused to have sex with him at first. I needed it to be different with him.

I smiled sadly. “Honestly? I think I’m in love with him,” I muttered sadly as the waitress brought us our food. We lapsed into silence as we ate – not bringing up Bucky or the previous days.

“You know… I was thinking,” Nicole muttered as we walked amongst the different shops in town.

“About what?” I asked.

“I haven’t heard you say ‘love’ since… you know,” she paused awkwardly.

“I do know,” I responded curtly. I knew all too well. The only other time I thought I had been in love had ended up being an abusive and toxic relationship. That’s why Bucky’s lack of honesty felt like a betrayal to me. I had been down this road before, and I wasn’t willing to walk it again.

“This Bucky though… do you think that he would have told you about his relationship with Nat eventually?” She asked casually.

“Yes… I mean… I don’t really know, but I would like to think he would. It would have been better if maybe he had told me before we had slept together,” I answered bitterly.

“That’s true… I just… I don’t know. I feel like he knew he would have to tell you at some point – maybe he didn’t want to ruin what he had with you?” she asked tentatively. I shot her a glance as I thought it over. “Hey! I’m just saying maybe there is more to the story!” she added defensively as she raised her hands up at me. “Have you at least talked to him?”

“No,” I responded curtly.

“So basically you cut and ran as soon as you found out?”

I spun on my heel at this so I could turn to look at her face to face. “I don’t want to be manipulated anymore. I needed time and distance to think before I hear him out,” I responded snappily.

“Okay Okay. Remember you called me to try to help you through this, and that’s what I’m doing.”

I sighed as I rubbed my throbbing temples with my fingers. “I know… I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know. Can we go back to the cottage?” I asked wearily. The intensity of my headache had gone through the rough and all I wanted was to lay down and rest for a bit longer now that I had eaten.

“Whatever you want kiddo,” she smiled as we hooked arms and walked back to the cottage side-by-side.

I wanted Bucky there more than anything, but my own fear left me paralyzed. He would have to make the first move if he did really care, because regardless of his intentions for not telling me – this mess was his making. 

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mostly @ qrow fans/shippers

Okay RWBY fandom! Let’s make something clear!

JUST. BECAUSE. WE. SHIP. A. GAY. SHIP. DOES. NOT. MEAN. WE. THINK. IT. WILL. BE. A. CANON. SHIP. (goes for lots of straight ships too) THE LIKELIHOOD OF FUCKING QROW/IRONWOOD BEING CANON IS PRACTICALLY NONEXISTENT, BUT PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO SHIP IT ANYWAY. I DON’T CARE IF YOU ARE THE BIGGEST DAMN QROWIN FAN ON THIS EARTH. PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO SHIP WHAT THEY LIKE. THE AMOUNT OF HATE BETWEEN SHIPS IS 100% UNNECESSARY. FLOWN NORTH SHIPPERS ARE ALLOWED JUST AS MUCH HAPPINESS AS QROWIN, OZQROW, AND IRONQROW SHIPPERS. I happen to very much like OzQrow but no way will it ever be canon. I think Qrow/Tai is kinda cute too, but I know it won’t be canon. IT DOESN’T MATTER!!!!!!!!!! Realistically, Qrow probably won’t end up with a canon love interest. Just please stop feeling entitled to dominance because your ship is “stronger” than another one.

side note: please note when artists and writers put something into an AU. it makes all the difference with ships. there are rwby aus where qrow and fucking oobleck are gay. but they are fan-generated aus. please respect that.

~from the desk of a very fed-up RWBY fan

i think i’m gonna end up wearing a dress to prom


AU where people have their soulmate/enemy’s name written on their wrists but they don’t know which is which (and here we have Yuu who has Mika and Kimizuki’s names on his wrists)

origins of the au can be traced from here

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“Unrequited Love” Rick Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 2,690

Rick Grimes x Reader

Request from Anon: Can you write an imagine where its right after Rick lost Lori and he’s sort of using the reader to get over her? Like he’s emotionally unavailable and he’s just using her for sex in hopes that he will get over Lori but the reader is actually in love with him

Warnings: Implied smut, mentions of death, emotionally unavailable Rick, teensy tiny bit of angst

Originally posted by padmeahmidalas

You watch him as he walks into the cell block, covered in blood and guts. The past few days have been hard for all of you, but especially him. He had just lost his wife, and to make it worse, he has been MIA since it happened. This is the first time you’d seen him since he got the news that Lori died in childbirth.

All eyes are on Rick as he avoids eye contact with the group, going straight to his cell. He looks like a mess. You can’t help but hurt for him. You can’t possibly imagine what he is going through, but you have lost people close to you and you know that hurts.

Your sister Maggie looks over at you with worried eyes, and you know the same thoughts are running through all of your brains. Is he ok?

You all also know the answer to that question, but can’t help but asking yourself that anyways. He was gone for days, leaving the entire group, and comes back soaked in blood and not talking to anyone. Not even his own son, and certainly not going anywhere near his new daughter.

You sigh and shake your head, not wanting to stress yourself out more than you already were. You walk away from the group and go over to your little sister, Beth. She was holding the baby, who had yet to be given a name, and was feeding her.

“I heard Rick is back.” She says quietly.

“Yeah, he is.”

“How’s he doin’?”

“He’s exactly how you would expect him to be, I guess.” You shrug. “He’s goin’ through a lot.”

“And how are you doin’?”

Beth knows how you feel about Rick. Ever since he showed up at the farm, you had feelings for him. He was an attractive man, and the leadership he had just made him more attractive in your eyes. Of course, you never acted on it and you never planned to- he had a wife (or used to) and a kid. You were definitely not the kind of person to get in between that.

Once you guys got to the prison, Rick and you became somewhat friends. He’d ask you to go with him on runs or help him out around the prison, and you would do the same. There were even a few moments when he’d just break down and vent his feelings to you. He would tell you about his problems with Lori, or Carl, or just how much he hated this shitty life. You don’t know why he chose you to talk to about that stuff- he had plenty of other people to talk to. But for some reason, he just felt comfortable with you. And that did not help your feelings towards him. You knew it was wrong to have a crush on a man like Rick, but you couldn’t help it.

“I’m fine.” You hesitate to say. You’re not sure if you’re telling the truth or not. “Just glad he’s back and not dead.”

“Me, too. We needed him here.”


You finally get up at some point in the middle of the night. You had just been tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep. You sigh as you shove the blankets off of you and get off the bed, feeling the cold floor of the prison on your feet.

You try to be as quiet as possible as you walk out, as Judith was asleep in the next cell over and everyone would be pissed at you if she woke up again. You sneak out the door, letting the cool air of the outside hit you in the face. You close the door behind you, and begin to take a walk. Walking always helps you clear your mind, which will hopefully help you sleep. You’re exhausted.

Rick is all that you can think about. All you want is for him to be okay, for him to stop hurting. It physically hurts you to see him this way.

You’re thrown from your thoughts when you hear something move behind you. You instinctively pull out your knife, and start walking towards the dark silhouette.

“Y/N!” The figure yells out, grabbing your wrist as you go to stab them. You immediately recognize the voice and put your knife back, relief flooding through your chest.

“Sorry, Rick. Thought everyone was asleep.” You mumble.

“I did too.” He lets go of your wrist, letting it drop. “Why are you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep. You?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

The two of you don’t say anything as you walk together. It’s a beautiful night- the moon was so bright you could see everything without needing a flashlight. You can feel Rick’s hand brush against yours a few times as you walk, but you know better than to look into that. It was probably just an accident.

“Well, I think I’m gonna go back to bed. Thanks for walkin’ with me.” You tell Rick. You honestly didn’t think you could go back to sleep at this point, but you can’t be around him any longer. You turn around to head back to the cell block door, but he grabs your hand before you can walk any further.

“Y/N, please stay.” His voice comes out as barely a whisper.

“O-Okay.” You stutter, not sure how else to respond. His face looks pained and his eyes are watery, making your heart instantly ache. Without thinking you pull him into a hug, holding him tight. He doesn’t do anything for a minute, and you almost pull back thinking that was too much, but he grips you back even tighter.

“You’re going to be okay. It’ll be okay.” You try to say as comforting as possible. You’d never seen a grown man seem so vulnerable. Even though you couldn’t hear it, you knew he was crying from the wet spot forming on your shoulder.

“Thank you.” He says in a hushed voice, still not breaking the embrace. At this point, the hug is way longer than appropriate, so you move yourself out of it. Rick grabs your arms and pulls your closer towards him before you could fully move away, making your heart beat even faster.

“What are you doing?” Your voice barely comes out. His forehead touches yours, and his eyes closed.

“I don’t know.”

He pressed his lips down to yours, butterflies erupting in your stomach. Despite everything in your body telling you to pull away, you kiss him back. You know this is wrong and you shouldn’t be doing it. You know that this is entirely inappropriate and he’s only doing this because it’s probably comforting. That he most likely doesn’t feel the same and this is only happening because you’re here.

But you don’t stop. You don’t stop him when he takes off your clothes, and you certainly don’t stop him when the two of you start having sex.


The next few weeks go exactly like that. He’ll come to your cell in the middle of the night and the two of you will sneak off to have sex. You keep trying to convince yourself that maybe he does have feelings for you, maybe he even did before Lori died. Maybe that’s why he was always around you and talking to you. Maybe he feels the same, and he’s in love with you.

You know that you’re wrong, but you don’t want to think about the real reason. You know deep down that he doesn’t love you, and that he’s only doing this with you to get over her. You’re nothing but a rebound. But you’ve loved him for what seems like since the moment you met him, and you don’t want to give this up. Even if it’s for the wrong reasons.

You’re in the middle of washing clothes with Carol when you see Rick come inside the door with Daryl, the two of them talking about who knows what. You’re sitting there trying to pay attention to what Carol is telling you, but you’re having a hard time, as you can’t stop staring at Rick. Rick’s doing the same- he’s staring at you while Daryl is talking to him, nodding his head as if he was listening.

“Y/N, are you even listening to me?” Carol snaps you out of your thoughts, and you advert your glaze away from Rick, him doing the same.

“Yeah, sorry, thought I saw something.” You lie, smiling up at Carol.

“Uh-huh.” She isn’t buying your story.

“Y/N, Daryl and I are goin’ on a run. We need you to come with us.” Rick yells over to you.

“Okay.” You set down the clothes, walking over to them.

“We’re just gettin’ some stuff for the little ass kicker, shouldn’t take too long.” Daryl commented. The three of you went outside and got into the truck. You were squished in between the two of them, Rick driving on the left side of you and Daryl on the right. It was quite the uncomfortable ride, especially with Rick’s hand on your thigh the entire time. Which also kept inching up closer and closer, almost hitting home before you got to the place where you needed to get supplies. If Daryl noticed, he didn’t say anything.

“Alright, Daryl you go check in that store over there. Take anything we need, even if it aint baby stuff. Y/N and I will check this store.” Rick told Daryl, earning a grunt from Daryl in response.

Rick took you into the store, and soon as the door shut, he pressed you up against the wall and started kissing your neck.

“Rick, we can’t do this here.” You whined, but you made no efforts to stop him.

“And why not?” He bit down on your collarbone, most likely going to leave a mark.

“Daryl could walk in at any moment…”

“Well we better be quick then, shouldn’t we?”


The ride home was awkward and silent. Daryl undoubtedly knew what was going on in that store, as he kept giving the two of you weird looks on the way back to the prison. Plus, you two came out empty handed from that store. From the messy hair and Rick’s shirt being inside out, Daryl wasn’t dumb. He knew what happened.

You walked immediately back to your cell once you got back, stripping down from your clothes into new ones. You were about to go outside and do patrol when Maggie came up to you, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Can we talk?” She asked, not waiting for an answer before sitting on your bed.


“Where have you been leavin’ to in the middle of the night lately? I’ve heard you get up and go outside almost every night.” She asked you. She was giving you a look, the look that let you know that she already knew, but she just wanted you to tell her. Price of her being your big sister.

“Clearing my head. Can’t sleep well.” You lied.

“Mhm. Is Rick clearin’ his head with you, too? Noticed he’s not been in his cell either. Coincidence?”

“Must be.”

“Look, Y/N.” Maggie sighs. “Daryl came and talked to me today. He’s worried about you, and I am, too. I know you love him. I know. But this? This is not right.”

“And why not, Maggie?” You say her name with a sharpness you didn’t know you had. “You can’t tell me who and who not to sleep with. You are not one to talk.”

“I’m trying to protect you, Y/N! Rick’s a great leader, but he just lost his wife. He’s goin’ through a lot, and quite frankly Y/N I think he’s using you. You’re going to just get hurt in this. You love him but he does not love you back. That’s the harsh reality of things.”

“Get out of my cell.” You tried to hold back the tears. You know what she is saying is true, but you don’t want to admit that to her.

“No.” She didn’t budge from her spot on the bed. “I love you. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Well that’s not your call to make.”

Since he wasn’t leaving, you walked out and left her in there. You went down the hallway where nobody was, and fell to your knees in tears. Everything she was saying was true. He would never love you back.


You don’t know how long you sat there, but it felt like days. After a lot of deep thought, you decided that Maggie was right. You have to stop this. You’re only hurting yourself.

By the time you left the empty hallway, it was already dark outside. Most people were asleep, except Rick. He was laying in your bed, obviously waiting for you.

“Hi.” You say quietly as you sit on the bed next to him.

“Hi.” He says back, sneaking his arm around your waist and pulling you on top of him. You push yourself off, earning a confused look from him.

“I can’t do this.”

“What?” He frowned.

“I can’t. I can’t keep on doing this with you, Rick. I’m not enough. I’ll never be Lori, I’ll never be able to be that kind of person with you. I know this is only sex for you. I know you’re hurting. But I can’t do this, not when I have feelings for you. I can’t.”

His face is a mixture of shock and confusion.

“Okay.” Is all he says before he gets up and leaves.

You admit, you were hoping he’d tell you that you were wrong. That he loves you, and you were all he wanted. But he didn’t. He accepted what you had to say and left.

You couldn’t help the tears that fell from your eyes. People warned you- you even warned yourself, but you didn’t listen. You just wanted what you could get.

Your crying was louder than you must have noticed, because Maggie comes shuffling into your room, half asleep but still looking worried.

“You were right.” Is all you could muster up. Maggie really should be saying “I told you so”, but she cares about you too much to make you feel worse than you already do. She comes and lays down on the bed next to you, letting you cry as you hug onto her.

“You’ll be fine. You’ve gone through shit way harder than this.” Maggie tells you.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You sigh. “I feel dumb. We’re in the zombie apocalypse and I’m crying over a guy.” You laugh, but you’re still upset.

“You’re not dumb. Can’t help who you love.”

“Easy for you to say. You’ve got the sweetest guy on earth.”

“This isn’t about me.” She says, and you although you can’t see her because its dark, you can tell she was rolling her eyes.

“I just, I don’t know. It hurt to see him walk out like that. He didn’t even care.”

“Y/N, something really bad just happened to him. He’s not ready to be in another relationship. Even if he did have feelings back for you, he would have probably walked out anyways. His wife just died.”

She was right. She always seemed to be.

You didn’t respond and you closed your eyes, tired and ready to sleep. The more you think about it, the more you realize that it was probably a good thing that you stopped this thing that the two of you had now. Like Maggie said, he was in no place mentally to have a relationship now, not in the way that you wanted.

You drift off to sleep, only one thought lingering in your mind.

It’s time to move on.

Payed to Date (6)

(Based on 10 Things I Hate About You film)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, College AU

Summary: As soon as Steve starts going to his new college, he’s infatuated with Natasha Romanoff, the prettiest and one of the most loved girls in the school. However she isn’t allowed to date until her ‘shrew’ older sister does and Steve is determined to find someone for her. Eventually, he does, but will his plan work? Or will it go down the plughole?

Warnings: drinking (tequila), swearing, some angst

Word Count: 2.939

Author’s Note: This part got out of hand, m’sorry, plus I realized that I suck at writing angst lolllll. Enjoiiiiiiiiii

Originally posted by sebastiansource

Masterlist  //  Masterpage  //  Part 5

Your POV

You watched as your sister and her best friend tried and tiptoed their way out of the main door.

Sipping the last bit of your coke, you smirked into the can when you saw your dad sitting on the couch right next to the door, reading an old newspaper.

And even though he looked completely oblivious to the collude going on behind him, he wasn’t. He never was.

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If I Could Do It All Over Again

Masterpost: {x}

Part: 2/16

Pairing: Hamliza

Inspiration: this drawing

Summary: After Alexander died, he realized the existence of reincarnation. While most didn’t believe in the possibility, Alexander was one of those special few who remembered everything in their past lives. Because of this, he spent almost all of his lives searching for his dear Eliza. As his lives went on, things began to seem hopeless, all until he runs into her one day in the most unexpected place.

Warning: Mentions of a controlling boyfriend

Word Count: 3.356

Dedication: @newyorkyoucanbeanew bc i love them

Tags: @bunny-yams , @ufo-pearl , @sullkid700 , @aswimmerlife , @nefarism , @mishaisakitten, @embershine0521, @cutebridge, @tellchickfilaimqueer, @hamil-fandom, @karmana-stevens-569, @pipindaae, @xfallingsnowx, @beafayette, @hell-yes-puns-and-ships

A/N: Tench (Taylor) Tilghman is Eliza’s fiance 

The blistering cold of late winter was not something a small animal such as a bunny should’ve endured, but Walker’s Bakery was also not a place for the adorable mammal to be. Eliza hadn’t any idea of how she got in. All she knew was that she walked in that morning and found the fluffy creature huddled near the heater.

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Survivor - Season 34, Game Changers
The Second Boot: Tony Vlachos

but also because it was at the hands of Queen Sandra Diaz-Twine?
I love Tony. I’ve been doing a rewatch of Cagayan (when it was airing, I only focused on Spencer, hated Kass, and didn’t actually appreciate the magic of one Tony Vlachos) and it’s been fantastic. Tony is a beautiful Survivor unicorn who is an absolutely insane player who also at the same time can make fantastic television. The man is crazy. I was worried about him going into the season, but I am honestly just impressed that he managed to survive the first vote. Plus, going out at the hands of Sandra really isn’t so bad in the grand scheme of the game and he’s been an amazing sport about the whole thing, too.