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When he hears from Holster through the group chat that Bitty had been in a car accident, Jack checks his schedule (in hindsight, he would’ve gone regardless of practice times) and floors it all the way from Providence to Samwell. Jack tries to not internally freak out and run every red light he comes across, but all he could think of throughout the drive is the words “side swiped by a semi” and “Bitty in car.” There had definitely been more info, but Jack barely reads the rest before hopping into his car.

When he gets to the Haus, furiously knocking on the front door and shocking the living daylights out of Chowder, who’d answered, he finds Bitty at the kitchen table, his left arm in a sling brace and a cut on his upper cheek under two small pieces of butterfly tape. He looks tired, and slightly worse for wear, but he is still the most brilliant and best thing Jack’s ever seen.

“I’m fine,” Bitty is saying to Holster, who’s hovering over him with a bowl. “I really appreciate you taking care of me, but I know you have a quiz tomorrow, Holster. And I don’t think chicken soup is going to heal my wrist.”

“As your captain, I order you to let me feed you this chicken soup,” Holster says. Ransom is nodding from his place at the counter, helping himself to leftover pie. “Plus, the chicken soup is supposed to heal your soul. It helps, okay? Tween magazines don’t lie.”

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Please, stop.

“Hey! How are you going? I just have a quick question regarding [insert pets name here].”

“Long time no speak. My dog hasn’t eaten in 6 days and has had vomiting and diarrhoea for 5 of those days. What should I do?”

“Hey, just a quick one but I really want to let my cat have kittens just once so she can experience motherhood, is 8 months too young to let her mate?”,

Please, stop. 

Please, if you have a friend you rarely chat to, a friend of a friend of a friend or an extremely distant acquaintance who is a vet/student/nurse/tech etc, it is really not okay to ask for free advice. It is actually disrespectful.  

Most of us (including myself) are obliging and willing to help because that is the nature of our profession. Though I tell you, if you haven’t bothered to say hey prior to Mitten’s getting into a cat fight at 2am or if you haven’t cared to check in and see how life is going before Charlie started coughing 2 days ago, it is not okay to ask for that free advice.

You usually message us in the middle of a busy day or you message late at night when we are settling in, trying to unwind from a 15 hour hectic day of sick animals and devastated/angry clients. A Facebook message or text pops up from someone we haven’t spoken to in 5-10 years. I get it, you are desperate. Most want to know if they should take their pet to a vet or not. My honest answer is, if you are desperate enough to ask someone you rarely know or haven’t spoken to in a while if you should seek medical attention for your pet, then you more than likely need to. If you are unsure, it is best to call an emergency clinic and ask for advice.

Be mindful. Veterinary medicine already consumes our lives. It bombards us in all aspects of life. I will reply and help as much as I can without physically seeing your animal, but keep in mind that I am most likely replying to you when I am shoveling food into my mouth in the 2 minutes I have spare to eat during a shift or I am in the middle of spending some rare, free time with my loved ones. I will always advise to seek veterinary attention because if you are that concerned to message me, best bet is that your pet requires it.

All we ask is to please be mindful. 
King Arthur: Legend of the Sword

Just saw King Arthur and the theater was practically EMPTY???!!? Wtf!??!!?!!! This movie was so good you guys, and it’s being torn apart by critics because the lore doesn’t 100% match? *screams frustrations into void* Guy Ritchie took a legend that has been told over and over again for what feels like forever (and let’s be real, it’s been retold so much cause it’s a damn good legend) and put his own unique twist on it.

Personally, I was not going into this movie expecting a word for word reenactment of Thomas Malory’s Le Morte D’Arthur or even T.H. White’s The Once and Future King. The trailer made it very clear that KA: LotS was going to have a different take on the story. And it was gooooood. Omg! This film was like if Lord of the Rings met Kingsman.

Here are some of my favorite things about King Arthur: Legend of the Sword.
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• The war elephants were just as fantastic and terrifying as I wanted them to be and more!

• The AWE-INDUCING AF Lady of the Lake *heart-eyes*

• The absolutely mesmerizing Sirens (like holy fuck I couldn’t look away they were SO COOL)

• The BAD-ASS Boss-Lady Mage like HEEEELLLL YAAASSS

• Arthur growing up protecting/respecting women, not because he feels he’s a ~strong man~ who saves ~weak damsels~ and expects a reward for his actions but because he is genuinely sickened by men who disrespect women. Because he was raised by women and *gasp* sees them as *GASP!* people?? Revolutionary.

• NO. ROMANCE. I’M CRYING, TWO MOVIES IN A ROW WITH NO ROMANCE CAN I GET AN AMEN

• How the sword got stuck in the stone!!!! So cool, what a concept, I love it!

• The ANIMALS and the Mage working with nature and all the imagery and the SNAKES!!!

• I legit cried when the Round Table was revealed like holy shit yeessssss.

• Excalibur is a literal powerhouse and we finally get see what it can do!

• The acting was top notch! (Jude Law gave me chills as King Vortigern)

• The soundtrack fed my SOUL hell yes!!!! So good.

• The fight choreography, with an *appropriate* use of slow-mo, gave me life!

• The story telling!!! Like, yes Guy Ritchie’s way of telling the story of King Arthur is amazing but I’m talking about the particular way the *characters* told stories *in the movie* like w.h.o.a. So awesome!!

• The cinematography! I couldn’t go two seconds without coming across a shot that I NEED as my TV and Computer background.

• The special effects. Have I talked about the animals and the MAGE AND THE LADY OF THE LAKE AND THE SIRENS AND EXCALIBUR AND THE COLORS AAAAHHHHHHHH

• The story line. Honestly, screw the critics for giving this film a bad review just because it didn’t stick the legend. IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO! They took the Legend of King Arthur and built off it to tell their own story and it was sooo gooodd!!

• The camera work!!! Omg the camera work!!! Hot damn.

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I will say that I was disappointed in how the film fell into the trope of hurting and killing women as a means to motivate the male lead. That wasn’t cool. It has literally everything else going for it, but they tripped up here. This motivation device is used too often in all forms of media, and honestly I’m sick of it.

But! That was the only flaw I could find after one viewing, and the rest of the movie was phenomenal.
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9.5/10
Please go see this movie!

Okay real quick! There’s something else about this movie that I LOVED SO MUCH but I’m not sure if it is considered a spoiler. It’s a bit more specific than the bullet points so to be safe, I’ve put it under the cut here. 

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Travelin’ Soldier Part 6

Summary: Reader is currently deployed in the army to an undisclosed combat area. She has been deployed for nearly two years. Anxiously awaiting her return is her husband and brother as they film for Supernatural. Letter comes informing the family that she may not be heard from for awhile and soon devastating news comes. In italic bold in the story is lyrics.

Characters: husband!Jensen x reader, Jared x Reader (twins), Dr. Maria Halstead (OC), Dr. Will Harold (OC), Dr. Jason Xavier, Nurse Kelly and Sasha
Words: 2078

Disclaimer: I do not own the title of the song Travelin’ Soldier by the Dixie Chicks at all even with the minor change of lyrics to fit the story. I simply thought it could be a little fighting. Not hate towards Danneel either, as this is simply fiction and not real. I do not own any songs, images or gifs in this either.

Warnings: Possible swearing, memory of torture, angst, FLUFF, hospital, mention of death and injuries.

Author: Caitsy

Tagging a few at the end. Send an ask to be tagged, or request something.

A/N: The long awaited part 6! Guys there’s a lot of fluff! I was going to not do what I did to end it but JENSEN IS IN THE SAME BUILDING AS Y/N!

Also thanks for the lovely comments that made tear up and laugh so hard! I’ll try and do this again but below are the lovely fans that said something about part 5! Follow them!
@bottlebrunettebarbie @humanandangel @humanandangel @awkward-s1tuat10ns

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Originally posted by canonspngifs

*Two weeks later*

Your eyes fluttered open to see the bright lights in the white room. You were in more pain than you ever remembered. The cuts were painful and you knew your body was littered in a rainbow of bruises. You saw a nurse with mocha skin humming as she fixed flowers in a vase before she returned to see you panicking. You had noticed the tube going into your throat that was now gagging you.

“Sh, calm down.” The nurses soothed, “I’ll call for the doctor and we can removed this.”

“H-hmph!” You choked.

“I’m Katherine.” The gorgeous nurse smiled as she pushed some hair off your forehead, “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

The next half hour was tense and fast paced as you gulped water down still feeling the tube being removed. Everything hurt and you couldn’t remember the last few seconds in that building.

“Mrs. Ac-“

“Private Y/N Ackles.” You whispered closing your eyes tight, “Actually can you just call me Y/N…I do…I can’t.”

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Mini Loaves- Artemi Panarin

Originally posted by artemiaddict

Ok I’m gonna start off by saying I say somethings in here as neither a true Preds nor Hawks fan so please don’t be upset by it! I didn’t see the game so don’t be upset by that either! Ok now that that is done… Bread man! I cannot go a day without thinking about Soup and a Sandwich. I hope there are more tbh! XD Ok so enjoy!

Warning: Kane mentioned

Anon Request: Hey please can you do an Artemi Panarin one where the reader is pregnant and she gets a few of the other WAGS to sit behind the bench at a game with posters that say “world’s greatest dad with #72” and “the baker has a buns in the oven ” or “bread baked in 2015 and mini loaves coming in 2017” (implying that they’re having twins) and stuff like that to tell bread that he’s going to be a dad

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              This was the best idea you’ve ever had.

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ok but real widowsombra hours…. widow definitely never imagined her having feelings for someone in the way that she has feelings for sombra and I think that her realizing those feelings ultimately stems from the way sombra treats her… in all of our shorts all we see is widow following orders (“hold the perimeter” ,“get back to the ship”, killing mondatta, ect.) and one thing sombra is super good at is pushing ppls buttons and getting reactions out of them …. something she def does is present widow w autonomy and actually asks her what SHE wants. widow says we need to complete the mission, sombra says, but do you want to? aren’t you tired? she’s always asking widow questions like what she wants to eat, how she’s feeling and why, why she painted her nails that color, why she got a tattoo and a lot of questions are rhetorical and just to tease at first but sombra knows what she’s doing and she knows what it does to widow. making her think about what she wants is something no one’s ever done and eventually it comes to the point where widow realizes something she DOES want.

sombra says, what do you want? and widow replies, you. it’s not the start of a relationship coz they’re both such complicated human beings with contradictory goals and personalities but it’s the start of //something//. sombras always known what she wants, too, and finding that in widow tells her a lot. about widowmaker and about amelie lacroix.

Zelda’s Log #1: The Green Light

A/N: Lorde’s new single Green Light insprired me not only for this particular piece, but also for the whole concept of this story, which is basically about having a fresh start, feeling hope and moving on from the past.

I was going to post this during the Easter weekend, but I think it’s better to post it now as a thank you gift for the 300 followers milestone. 

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Dawn. She always gets up at dawn. Or even before it, as if the hundred years containing the Calamity had been more than enough slumber for her.

Zelda is trying to absorb all: landscapes, names of plants and living beings, their characteristics and properties, rare natural phenomena, and types of stones.

Taking advantage of the freedom she has gained, she has dived head on into the vast sea of knowledge at her feet.

Ever since she heard about it from a traveler at the gate of Hateno Village, her efforts have been focused in seeing a phenomenon called green light, which occurs in a moment between the darkest hour of night and the very first light of the day. It can occur at dusk too.

It is said it is a sign of good omens, and brings good fortune to whoever sees it.

Some other people say you can ask for a wish, and it will surely come true.

4:45 a.m., clear skies. Last quarter of the fifth moon.

Already sitting on the hill, waiting for the sunrise. Atmospheric conditions are excellent at the moment. According to my observations, the sunrise should occur in about 30 to 45 minutes.

‘You’re not going to see it today’, a raspy, familiar voice said, throwing a blanket over her shoulders.

‘Link’. Her eyes followed him as he sat on the grass next to her.

'It’s too clear’, he pointed out, trying to contain a yawn, ‘and it’s not cold enough’.

'Not cold enough?’, she repeated, not believing his words. 'My hands are a little numb, for your information’.

As a man of few words, he just shrugged, and remained silently to her side.

5:36 a.m.

Link informed me that according to his experience, the existing weather conditions do not meet the criteria to produce the green light.

Despite my opposition to his affirmation, he was right.

Zelda spent the rest of the morning certainly frustrated, for she had been trying every morning and evening for days, without results.

After lunch, she went outside to water the planters with Silent Princess seedlings - to her surprise, she started succeeding at growing them. This sort of domesticity suited them just as it did to her.

The clopping and whinny of horses nearby made her turn to see who it was.

Epona and Storm were being carried by Link, who looked pretty much ready to go adventuring.

'Get ready quick, please’, he requested, trying his best not to sound imposing, 'we need to arrive near Lurlin Village before sunset if we want to find a good spot to see the sunrise’.

Zelda’s answer to his instructions was a beaming smile, and a rushed stride to the house to pick her current most important belongings: her Sheikah slate and her log.

After their arrival, Link looked for a good spot to set camp and watch the sunrise. Once they settled, Zelda observed the wildlife while Link grabbed some​ fish and shellfish for dinner.

8:55 p.m.

Link and I settled camp on the beach to see the sunrise. I have to urge him to write a cookbook, or at least I could record the recipes for him. I could roll down the beach from all the food I’ve eaten, and not only today. Every day is a feast for him.

'Why do you want to see that so much?’, he asked her, while he poked the fire.

'It is mainly curiosity’, she confessed, resting her head on his shoulder, 'I’ve never seen anything like that!’

Link was not convinced by her answer. There was an underlying motivation for her to be so intrigued by something he saw more than once on his journey, which was, in fact, a mirage. Nothing else, nothing more.

Zelda dozed off, still resting by his side. Soon, the warmth from the fire, and her very own, dragged him to sleep too.

His eyes shot open quite some time later, realizing he had let his guard down. And Zelda was not at his side. It was about to be daybreak.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, and suddenly found her silhouette, walking barefoot down the beach, the small waves covering her feet. She was lost in her own thoughts: the true image of a Silent Princess.

He approached her discreetly, but keeping a distance,to avoid startling her - he loved these moments of introspection of hers, for her silence gave away so much more than she showed.

‘You found me’, she noticed, not turning to him, eyes fixated on the first rays of sunlight, ‘A long time ago I would have been so pissed off… Now I couldn’t get any happier that you did’.

He chuckled, remembering the images in his head from those times.

Suddenly, the sky went from a hazy blue to a bright pale green. The horizon was dyed in the same hues, making a rim around the rising sun. The sea reflected the light, turning the beach in a surreal landscape. Zelda audibly gasped in awe.

‘It’s happening’, she gleefully murmured.

She immediately changed her demeanor, as remembering something, and closed her eyes and joined her hands, putting herself in a very solemn mood. Link had only seen her like that during her trials.

Zelda opened her eyes as the green light faded into a golden flash of sunlight.

‘So what did you ask for?’, he asked her, coming closer.

‘You never bought it, didn’t you?’, she looked at him, kicking the water.

He just shook his head.

‘I wished for many things: closure, forgiveness, for the energy and patience that requires to rebuild a kingdom’ - she sighed - ‘and for you, to remember all your life before the Calamity. Your life is as in ruins as mine’.

Link gave her a timid smile.

‘I have a incomplete idea of who I was’, he recognized, ‘but I have someone who remembers me, and that’s all I need’ - he held her hand - ‘as long as I have you, everything will be alright’.

She held him tight at these words. Their embrace was warmer as the sun rose, bringing joy to her heart.

6:05 a.m. First day of waning crescent.

I saw the green light. It is amazing indeed, but it clearly depends on the position of the viewer. I still made my wish though. For although it may be a mirage, it is certainly magical.

We plan on returning home quickly, have some rest and then set course to Zora’s Domain. I think it must be our first destination. It has been on my head for several days.

Limitless (1)

Prologue
Part 1

Description: You’re the leader of a group of fighters - OT9 EXO - and you’ve trained them. Five years later, you’ve never lost a fight with them by your side. But once it comes down to it, who’s first and who’s last?

Warnings: violence, vulgar language, S M U T (this is also like hella dramatic and you won’t understand any of it if you don’t read the prologue)

Word Count: 4,318

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader (featuring Yixing)

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ


You watched Jongin’s fight nervously. You were always nervous when Jongin was the one in the ring. The guy he was fighting was nearly twice his size and while you knew there wasn’t anything to worry about, you just wanted him to be okay.

“He’ll be okay.” Junmyeon said from his seat next to you. “He’s always okay.” You nodded at his reassurance, but it was still doing little to change your mind. You were worried for Jongin and there was nothing that was going to change that.

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anonymous asked:

Why on earth is mc/r/eyes so hated?

i just said im rlly tired so im gonna make this short & im def sure there are posts out there that explain better than i can so if anyone wants to link that please go ahead but like okay. lets go over it real quick: 

jesse was a kid when he got recruited, and reyes is a grown-ass man so like straight off the bat thats a big flashing neon “hell no” in my books; theres no way he was older than 17 and u know what that age difference means and i want it to stay very far away from me thank u very much

AND THEN u got the huge fucking power imbalance that this implies, u know,, reyes being his boss and all?? he takes him from this gang, gives him a job under him and is like. shit this is super militarized too like rank is important and so like,,,, where can u draw the line between an order and what jesse would want?? could he rlly say no?? to his boss????? consent is super :/// and i would sooner die than be involved with something non-consensual

so long story short, people hate mcr/eyes bc its very very often coded as rape-y & pedophilic & if u cant see why people would dislike this theres nothing i can do for ya my dude

A quick gb thing~

I don’t know why I ever paused drawing star trek guys ds9 is the love of my life

drabble series: b.a.p | fermata

title: fermata
fandom: b.a.p
member/reader: jongup, female
genre/warning(s): smut, angst
summary: [request] an angst and smut Jongup fic where he and his girl is on the verge of breaking up since they no longer got time for each other and all they do is fight 

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Bra shopping with Dylan and Eric

YN climbed out of the car with Dylan and Eric following closely behind her despite their unenthusiasm. She needed to buy some new bras but was too anxious to go alone and all of her girl friends were busy, so as usual she turned to her best friends Dylan and Eric, two lanky teenage boys that had never even touched a bra before.

“Do we really have to do this?” Dylan blushed as the three walked into the entrance of the shop. It was a Sunday afternoon so there weren’t too many people there but it was still too nerve wracking for YN to go alone. “Please guys, I’ll just be quick.” She smiled, grabbing Dylan’s hand to tug them along gently. While Dylan was dying of embarrassment, Eric was in his own world, staring at each of the different bras. “That’s fucking massive no way someone could have tits that size!” He pointed to an G cup bra, making YN burst out laughing. “That’s for old fat people, my size is over here.”.

As soon as she picked up her first bra, Dylan’s face went bright red and he looked away with an awkward cough. “Chill out dude it’s just bras.” YN laughed, going through the sizes while Eric ran around in wonder. “This would look hot on you.” He threw a pink lacy bra at YN, making her laugh and shake her head “maybe not.”. Dylan cast him a look of defensive jealousy and stood closer to YN as Eric came over with another bra. “Eric you do realise that’s for people with big boobs right?” She rolled her eyes and patted the bra away. “Don’t see why it wouldn’t fit you then.” He smirked and laughed. YN just rolled her eyes again and giggled quietly whereas Dylan stiffened next to her and moved closer so she was in the shadow of his chest.

Both Dylan and Eric had crushes on her but it wasn’t clear which one she had feelings for, or if she even did. “Dylan stop being so awkward.” She laughed, snapping him out of his thoughts by turning around and pressing her body against his. He could feel her chest against him as he looked down at YN. Teasing wasn’t rare for them but it still flustered him. “Hey I need to know your exact size so I can get the perfect bra.” Eric came over, making the two pull apart as he grinned. “Ummm.” She blushed a deep red but then suddenly felt his hands on her chest anyway “never mind I know now.”. This wasn’t the first time Eric had done that, far from it, he’d seen her naked before and other stuff involving boobs had happened. Dylan’s face was red wth anger as YN laughed at Eric and patted him away. There was always going to be competition between them, always.

I Missed You

Originally posted by fawnave


Summary: Valentine’s day is not very fun when there are couples all around you reminding you that your boyfriend is across the world. 

A/N: F/f means favorite flower. Also, Valentine’s grams are something my school likes to do, that  is  where I got the idea for this. 

Genre: Fluff 

Words: 1,084 


The door to the classroom slowly opens and everyone turns their head to see who it was. Without saying a word two girls enter with pink papers, roses and teddy bears in their hands. The teacher pauses the lesson for the girls.

“Sorry to intrude but we are here to deliver the Valentine’s grams.” One said with a smile. All heads turn to the teacher waiting a response. The teacher sighs and puts down the whiteboard marker.

“Go ahead. But please be quick.” The girl nods and both head to the front of the room.

Valentine’s grams are a cute little message on bright pink paper, they also give a nice red rose and a white teddy bear that holds a heart saying I love you. Girls swoon over the small gesture and fall even more in love with their boyfriend or girlfriend.

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Dating Hugh Apiston would include

Anon asked:  Can you do a “dating hugh would include” please!♡♡

Quick note: I’m mainly going off of book!Hugh because of age so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted


- You two walking through the garden and him telling you about plants because he’s precious

- Him introducing you to all his bees and you two having conversations about them

- I feel like the way you’d hold hands would be unconventional? Like you’d kinda interlock pinkies:

- I feel like when you’d cuddle it’d be a lot of spooning

- Of course you’re little spoon

- I feel like he’d really love running his fingers through your hair

- I feel like you two would sometimes just lean up against a tree and just take in everything. Like sometimes not even talk just kinda sit there with your head resting on his shoulder and taking in the endless world around you two

- I feel like you two would be really shy about PDA but that’s what’d make it literally the most adorable thing ever

- I feel like you’d go in for the first kiss cause he’d be too nervous 

- He’d literally hug you 25/8 

- If you were to fall and or get hurt he’d literally lose his mind like omg

- He’d name one of his bees after you

- He’d probably carry around some little thing of yours in his pocket like a small ribbon or pin of yours because he ‘always likes having a piece of you with him’

- I feel like his favorite part of you is your eyes 

-. He’s really tall so you probably have to stand on your tip toes to kiss him if you’re short as which is !!! so cute !!

- Hugh is !!! so cute !!

- He thinks you’re !! so cute !!

- Protect him !!! 

Aaaand...my blog will be dead now!!

Yea…so now my queue should be empty. 

That means my 3 series are finished, and any challenge fics that I have due should have been posted.

So, my blog will be completely dead. 

Sorry!! But…yea. See ya when I see ya!!

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Let It Flow (Jeonghan drabble)

Word count: 1664

Idol: Jeonghan (Seventeen)

Genre: Fluff? (Idek what this is man, it was supposed to be fluff hahahaha)

A/N: Okay Ik this is not Monsta X/BTS/EXO related but damn, Jeonghan feels were attacking me hard and I just couldn’t help it. I hope you like it tho. (I made sort of a second part for this if you are interested: I am yours)

Originally posted by visual-17

He dialed your number once again for the millionth time with his heart threatening to give him a cardiac arrest. You didn’t answer, what was new? He had never been this worried even though he knew you were fine, but what could he do? He was that kind of person who was always concerned over the tiniest things, how was he supposed not to worry about you when you were the greatest thing in his life?

It was the first time in months raining that hard, not to mention it was extremely unusual considering it was still summer, and you hadn’t taken your umbrella with you this morning nor a jacket or a hoodie.

“It’s not gonna rain, can’t you see the sun is melting everything out there? Why are you such a mom?” you had told him between giggles before pecking his soft lips and walking out the door when he said the sky was still gray despite the burning sun, and you would need to be prepared.

“This girl…” he mumbled to himself with a bittersweet smile, shaking his head, looking out the window and tapping his feet on the floor desperately over and over again.

He’d been stuck there since an hour ago with an umbrella in his hand, waiting to see you so he could run to you and help you out although the damage was already done. He could swear roots were growing from his feet to the floor but he wasn’t planning on moving till you showed up.

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Title: Visitor
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 680
Characters: Paul “Jesus” Rovia x Reader, Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: None
Notes: Request from anon for “Hi! i was wondering if i could request a Jesus (aka paul rovia) walking dead imagine? one where he likes the reader (she is part of ricks group) and so he starts going to alexandria more frequently so he can see her? rick and daryl notice and they start teasing him and messing about and stuff xD Thank you!!” // Thank you to @frostypalmer for being my beta for this, as it is my first time writing for TWD. I hope you all enjoy it! 💜

Originally posted by richonnegrimes

At first, Jesus wasn’t quite sure what it was that captured his attention. The way their eyes scanned every inch of the surroundings, indicating that they had experienced a great deal. The few strands of hair that always fell into their face, but they were always too focused to care. The way they could sense what their friends were feeling, always offering an encouraging smile, or a calming hand on their shoulder.

Eventually, he came to the conclusion that it wasn’t just one thing about Y/N that left him positively enamored. It was everything.

There was a constant desire to be around them; to hear their laugh, see their smile, to make sure that they were doing well. And Jesus found himself entirely unable to ignore it.

At first, no one seemed to find it odd that Jesus was coming to Alexandria more and more. Everyone just assumed that he was here on business, on behalf of the Hilltop. But when Daryl pointed out that the only person he ever spoke to was Y/N, they began to take notice.

“You think he’s tryin’ double-cross us or somethin’?” Daryl asked Rick, as the two watched Y/N and Jesus, sitting together on the porch steps.

“I know you don’t trust easily, but Y/N’s been good to us. Saved both of our asses more than once. Besides, look at the way he’s eyin’ them – that look like they’re plotting to you?”

Rick was right, of course. Jesus was looking at Y/N like they were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen – not as if they were talking tactics. They were telling some story, body turned to face him as they spoke vivaciously, gesturing with their hands and smiling.

With a mischievous grin, Rick told Daryl “Follow my lead,” before sauntering over to Y/N and Jesus.

“So, are you enjoying Alexandria, Jesus?” Rick inquired, and Jesus nodded, smiling brightly.

“I am. It’s very nice here.”

“You think it’s the walls? Or is it how pretty the houses are? Or… maybe the pretty people?”

“Bet I know which it is for Jesus,” Daryl muttered, and Jesus’s smile faded, quickly realizing what the two were talking about. Y/N just looked confused by their behavior.

“Are you guys drunk or something?” they asked, eyebrows furrowed together.

“Seriously, what the hell is up with you two?”

“Nothin’, Y/N,” Rick answered, still grinning. “Could you please go get me some water from the fridge real quick? My throat’s been dry as hell all morning.”

After muttering something akin to “Your legs aren’t broken” under their breath, Y/N stood and disappeared into the house. Rick and Daryl both took a seat on either side of Jesus, simultaneously crossing their arms.

“I’ll make this quick. Y/N is family to us. So, if you’ve got any intention of hurting them, you should go ahead and leave,” Rick explained, his voice low and serious.

“And if you do hurt ‘em, I promise you’ll regret it,” Daryl added, his tone matching Rick’s. Jesus smiled a bit, and shook his head.

“My only intentions with Y/N are to keep them safe, and happy. And if they’ll have me, then I’d like to be with them. That’s all.”

“Alright, but again, if you hurt them –” Rick began to threaten, but was cut off by Y/N opening the front door and tossing him a water bottle.

“Jesus, how about you come inside with me. The porch is apparently even less private than I’d thought,” Y/N said, staring pointedly at Rick and Daryl.

“I’d love to stay and chat, but… well, I actually wouldn’t,” Jesus said with a smile, following Y/N inside.

“Think he’ll hurt 'em?” Daryl questioned.

“No, I don’t. But if he does, he’ll have to worry twice as much about them than us,” Rick replied. He gave one last look inside the house before walking off. Y/N and Jesus were sitting on the couch together, smiling at each other as they resumed their story.

Rick hoped that everything would turn out well. Happiness was hard to find during the apocalypse, and Y/N deserved it.