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The Dinner Party

just a random idea that came to me in a fever dream earlier this week. rated E for explicit smutty smut smut. enjoy!

“You want me to do what?”

Peeta frowned at her foot, wielding the nail polish brush threateningly. “First, I want you to hold still.” Katniss wriggled her toes defiantly but then obliged, hardly daring to breathe when he swiped the coral nail polish onto her big toe in nice, even strokes. It looked perfect, of course. He could always paint better than she could, even nails.

“Seriously, though. You want me to go to a dinner party with you?” she asked. He glanced up at her with a crooked smile before he started painting her next toenail.

“You make it sound like I’ve asked you to strip naked and run around the block or something,” he said, focusing on her toes. She snorted, then clamped her lips shut when he shot her a warning look. Snorting made her foot jiggle, apparently. “It’s just a dinner party. Delly asked everyone to bring a guest–someone, and I quote, ‘interesting.’ So I’m asking you.”

Katniss stared at the top of his head, his blond curls falling across his forehead as he worked. “But I don’t really know her. And what a weird stipulation,” she said with a laugh.

Peeta shrugged. “Delly likes her theme parties,” he muttered, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he delicately painted her pinky toe. Satisfied with his work, he shot her a triumphant smile. “And you’re the most interesting person I know.”

She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who paints nails better than any girl I know.”

He gave her a look of mock offense. “Are you questioning my masculinity? You know how I feel about rigid gender roles.” Then he held up his hand, palm flat, fingers spread. “And who’s got a steadier hand than me?” She kicked playfully at his hand, and he made a noise of protest, grabbing her ankle to place her foot down on the coffee table. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”

Katniss slumped down into the couch, chewing on her lip. “You know I don’t like people. How am I supposed to be interesting around a bunch of strangers?”

Screwing the nail polish bottle shut, Peeta sat back on his hands. “Just think of it as a challenge. See how often you can work into the conversation that dry wit and razor-sharp sarcasm of yours without them realizing you’re insulting them.”

“Do you want people to hate me?” she asked wryly, folding her arms over her chest. He grinned.

“Delly said interesting. She didn’t say anything about likable.” He laughed when she flipped him off, then pushed off the floor to stand up. “I should head home. But I swear, if you just be yourself, people will love you.” She didn’t think it was that simple. Peeta never had to worry about getting people to like him; it just came naturally to him. But she didn’t argue the point, letting him pull her up from the couch. With cotton balls stuffed between her toes, she wobbled after him to the front door. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack, he turned to her. “So you’ll come?”

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Christmas Cheer

Originally posted by mapleloafs

So this is my Holiday special Ive been working on! 25 different hockey players and 25 different stories, so why not start on the first one whom I love practically the most.


“Harper! Come out of the back you have a customer” Yelled Brooklyn, one of Harpers coworkers. Harper soon sighed and pulled out her headphones to listen to what her coworker was saying properly.

“What? Brooklyn I cannot hear you” Harper said as she waited to hear what her coworker said. Soon she gave up and sighed before going out to the work floor, seeing a line of customers waiting for her.

Harper just looked over at Brooklyn angrily at her coworker who just winked at her as she got on the next register. “Hello I can take whoever is next” Harper said putting on a fake customer service voice and getting to helping customers.

Soon two blonde girls walked up to the register, Harper noticing that they were impeccably dressed. “Hi guys welcome to Club Monaco” Harper said to the blonde girls who greeted her back.

Soon one of them gasped, causing Harper to look up in confusion before looking up from bagging their clothes. “You have the new Lady Genovese bracelet on” The shorter blonde girl said while looking at the bracelet.

Harper soon smiling and nodding her head, it was an early Christmas gift from her father. Her father describing it as beautiful as it was pretentious. Harper soon laughing and saying that was perfect for her customers and her to bond over.

“How’d you get it?” The girl asked again as she put her hand out for Harper to show the bracelet. “Steph shush that’s so weird” The taller blonde girl said to the shorter one who’s name she soon learned was Steph.

“Listen Sydney I had to be put on a waiting list for one of these, I need to see it” Steph said before Harper smiled and let Steph inspect her wrist.

“To answer your question, my father is a fashion buyer so he knows Genovese” Harper admitted to the girls. “That’s pretty cool” Sydney said to Harper as she smiled at her.

Harper soon finished up everything for them and told them to have a nice day. The two girls soon got their bags and said that they would see her around.

“Whoa I for sure didn’t expect them to be that nice” Brooklyn said to Harper once they were gone. “It could’ve just been because of my bracelet, this thing gives me clout I guess” Harper said to Brooklyn with a smile.

“Please never say clout ever again Harper” Brooklyn said sighing at her friend before Harper laughed.


“I’m so tired Jesus I’m so glad the Leafs game is tonight so a lot of people don’t come in” Brooklyn said to Harper as they closed the store and locked it up.

After the locked up, they both met up with their friend Aaliyah who had coffee for the two of them. “I’m so happy you work at Starbucks Aaliyah, what would we ever do without you?” Harper asked her friend before taking a sip of her coffee.

“You guys wouldn’t be doing too well” Aaliyah joked as the group started walking out of the mall they all worked in. Due to them all being roommates and working in the same mall, meant they all left together.

“The leafs just won tonight” Aaliyah mentioned when her phone buzzed with a tone specifically meant for her various apps for sports. “And?” Harper said to Aaliyah and Brooklyn as they rolled their eyes at her.

“You live in a hockey city and it’s said you don’t care about hockey. Even then you should like hockey for the snacks that are Auston Matthews and Freddie Andersen” Brooklyn said to Harper who just laughed at her friends.

“Please she wouldn’t care about any sport at all” Aaliyah added in as they made their way into the frigid night air. The three of them pull their coats and scarves a little tighter as the wind passed by them.

“I think my ass my freeze off” Brooklyn said to the group as she pulled her coat even tighter in. “Something can’t fall off if it’s not there” Aaliyah joked as she laughed and unlocked her car for them to all get in.

“We have to wait since the Leafs game just ended and the traffic is about to be terrible” Brooklyn said as they all got in and Aaliyah started the car. “But I’m starving you guys” Harper complained on cue since her stomach started to grumble.

“Jesus we just ate four hours ago Harper” Brooklyn said to Harper who just rolled her eyes. “Listen Linda” Harper stared to say as Brooklyn laughed before saying a “not this again” under her breath. “Linda, Linda, Linda, Listen Linda I’m hungry” Harper finished smiling at her accomplishment.

“Will you stop quoting vines into everyday conversations, it’s pretty weird” Aaliyah complained. “Never” Harper smiled before they were off since Harper convinced the other two of food by saying the words “on me”.

They went through traffic to get a quiet food place in downtown. “We are really some whole dumbasses, we went through downtown Toronto after a freaking Leafs game because Harper is hungry” Brooklyn told Aaliyah. The two ignoring their friend in the back.

“Listen this food will be bomb as hell and you guys will be happy” Harper tried convincing them as they got out of the car, and into the elevator to take them to the sidewalk.

“Okay I-“ Harper started to say as she took off her scarf to readjust it but it soon flew off. “No my scarf that’s literally a gift from a fashion designer I have to get that back” Harper said. Soon handing her friends her card as she ran after her scarf.

Harper ran and ran as she followed her scarf through throngs of people mainly wearing Toronto Maple Leafs jerseys on. Soon enough it landed high up in a tree, sighing as she started to take off her ankle booties to climb the tree.

“Whoa what are you doing” Harper heard a voice say when Harper got her second shoe off and was about to climb the tree. Harper soon turned around to see the two girls from earlier and four guys with them.

“Oh my god you were that girl with the Lady Genovese bracelet, what are you doing?” Steph asked Harper as she started to put back on her shoes. “I lost my scarf on this tree and it was a present from my dad so I decided to get it at any means necessary” Harper admitted to the group.

“Well here let us help you so people don’t film it on Snapchat and start calling you like a crazy tree lady or something” Steph said and tapped a red headed guy in the group. “Let her on your shoulders Freddie” Steph said to the red head who just looked at her crazy.

“Why me?” Freddie asked as he looked down at Steph. “Because you’re the tallest here?” Steph fired back, the two of them looking at each other before a brunette answered with an “I’ll do it” and going up to Harper to help her up.

“Whoa” was all Harper said as she steadied herself on the guys shoulders. Soon Harper plucked the scarf from the tree and was set down on the ground. “Thank you so much-“ Harper stopped and paused to hear his name while holding out her hand for him to shake.

It soon never coming as she waited to hear it before he realized she actually didn’t know his name. “Oh I’m Auston” Auston said he answered as he shook her hand. “It means a lot” Harper said as she let go of his hand and turned to the group.

“Well thank you guys I kind of have to go back to my friends but thank you for saving me from a future viral video” Harper sincerely thanked them and walked away. “Hey!” Yelled out what she could tell now is Auston’s voice, which made Harper turn back around.

“We’re going to go to get something to eat where are you and your friends going to, we need ideas” Auston said while the group agreed with him. Harper looked at them confused before she turned to face them.

“So just around the corner there’s this really cool hole in the wall kind of place called Burger Burger, weird name I know, but no one really goes in there” Harper admitted. Hearing it out loud she kind of felt like a loser, but truly just being around a lot of people wasn’t what she was up for.

“Can we join you?” Steph asked Harper who just smiled and nodded her head yes. Soon texting her friends to expand the table to extras.

“So okay you Sydney and I, and now Auston but this is Mitch. My boyfriend, and then there’s Freddie and Matt who is Sydney’s boyfriend” Steph said and pointed to each person. Harper getting to know tidbits about each of them before they reached Burger Burger.

The group entered the restaurant, Brooklyn and Aaliyah gasping when they saw the group and Harper with them. “Here are my friends Aaliyah and Brooklyn” Harper stated as she gestured to her friends.

The two other girls that were now slightly star struck, they both waved as everyone sat down. “So I’m guessing you guys are fans?” Auston asked the two girls.

“How’d you know?” Brooklyn asked Auston as he just smirked. “Just a guess but why aren’t you a hockey fan?” Auston asked Harper and turned his seat since he was right next to her.

“Too much hype in this city for hockey, I like underrated things” Harper confessed as she took a sip of water. “You’ll hate Auston then” Mitch joked before Steph lightly slapped his arm, followed by a shut up.

Soon after some awkward silences, the group ate and got into comfortable conversations with each other. Each one of them telling stories about each other and slowly becoming friends.

Soon the group finished dinner and paid for their food where everyone got to walk together outside. Brooklyn and Freddie getting into a conversation and the rest of the group, excluding Harper and Auston who were talking in the back by themselves.

“So I have to ask, what’s looking at a hockey city through the eyes of a non hockey fan like?” Auston questioned the girl walking beside him. “Ummm it’s kind of nice when you guys aren’t here and it’s summertime. Traffic isn’t nearly as bad” Harper admitted through laughter.

“Ouch but also I get it. So what do you do? Steph mentioned retail” Auston inquired again, almost as if he was giving an interview. “I work at Club Monaco because my dad won’t offer me a job until I at least have five years of retail experience” Harper said while looking at a charm bracelet.

“And what about your mom, what does she want?” Auston asked Harper seeing her since slightly. “I wouldn’t know, she left us when I was three” Harper admitted to Auston who’s face dropped.

“I’m sorry for asking” Auston apologized trying to read Harper. Harper smiled at Auston before twisting around a charm on her second bracelet.

“Don’t be, if that didn’t happen my dad would have never have met his current fiancé. They love each other a lot” Harper said with a smile on her face as she thought of her dad’s happiness.

“So fate kind of worked it’s way into his life” Auston said outloud and looked at Harper. “Yeah- wait where did our friends go? Did we turn down the wrong street?” Harper questioned as she looked down the street with an absence of their friends.

“I brought my car so it’s fine I’ll take you home just text your friends” Auston offered as the two of them stood in front of the elevator to the parking garage.

“Okay” Harper agreed as she texted her friends that Auston was dropping her off. Soon the two of them got into the car where Auston blasted the heat immediately. “That feels nice thank you” Harper said to Auston while putting her now numb fingers in front of the heat.

“You know I feel pretty normal with you” Auston confessed as Harper looked at him sideways. “Ummm thanks I guess?” Harper said to Auston who just laughed.

“No Listen we’ve been talking all night and you have this really good effect on me” Auston confessions continued before they passed a park. “Stop here” Harper said to Auston who stopped and parked in the parking lot of the deserted park.

“Let’s go out and have some fun” said Harper before bouncing out of Austons car with Auston following her. The two of them laughing with the sounds of laughter echoing in the night.


“Harper what the hell?” Brooklyn yelled as she came into Harpers room. “Yes Brooklyn please disturb me and let me not get five minutes of sleep” Harper retorted before trying to fall back asleep again.

“Oh no you don’t” Brooklyn said to Harper while shaking her. Thrusting her phone into Harpers face to let her see the bold letters on the screen.


Harper soon read through and realized this was not the article she wanted to see. It made it even worse when the media asked Auston just the right question to embarrass her. The question being, “what is she to you?” And Auston replying a “nothing”. It broke her.

Harper was broken but she wanted answers, they had just met last night but they revealed so much to each other under the stars at night. It was hard to be ‘nothing’ when that person knows everything.

Which is why Harper headed over to Austons apartment since she got it from him last night. To try and confront him when a blonde man opened the door.

“Auston?” The blonde asked Harper who nodded her heads and went past him to go to Auston’s room or at least she hoped it was. She just went in for dramatic effect but he confidence wavered with each step she took.

“Andreas have you seen my- Harper” Auston said as he looked at her. “ yeah Auston so I’m nothing” Harper accused Auston with just her tone,body language not helping the situation either.

“Listen you don’t understand, the media here are relentless, you don’t need to get involved in that mess” Auston told Harper while pushing his hair back.

“Whatever just don’t talk to me again” Harper said before leaving the apartment and leaving Auston a mess.

Fooled By The Trickster

A/N: Okay! TWD/SPN Mashup! Give feedback please!

Prompt: Sam, Dean, The Reader and Cas, get put in The Walking Dead universe by Gabriel/The Trickster

Pairing: Paul Rovia x The Reader

Word Count: 1,618

Tags: @kerrionmywaywardson @originaladdict98

Hunts where you had to deal with witches, were never a favorite of mine. Or any hunter’s really. But this one, had hit an all time low. Considering the witch, wasn’t even a witch. Instead, it was an angel, still pretending it was a trickster, Gabriel. An angel I’d thought was dead. Clearly not the case though, how? No idea. Because next thing I knew, me, Castiel, and my brothers Sam and Dean, were in a place I didn’t recognize. 

It was night, we were on our knees. ropes tied around our hands, guns aimed at our heads, a bunch of people around us in the same situation. I didn’t know any of them, except for this one girl she looked oddly familiar, she was right next to me, she looked sick. Like she was about to puke, or die even. I had no idea what was going on, but I didn’t like it. 

I’d just realized why she looked so familiar. “..Bella?” I whispered. She looked at me, but she looked confused. I don’t think she recognized me, before I could say any thing else, one of the people behind me, hit the back of my head, hard. I wanted to turn around and punch them. But, that wasn’t an option.
“No talking. Negan’ll be out soon. So shut your mouth, okay you piece of sh*t?”
Negan? who the heck was Negan? Was I supposed to know? Or even care? These people sure did. Pure horror in their faces. It made my stomach turn. Just then, the door to an RV I didn’t even notice was there opened up. A guy stepped out. One I definitely knew.

My father. John Winchester.

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remustheravenclaw  asked:

As someone who used to work in a bookstore, I have nightmares about the Rush Limbaugh books. One time my co-worker found one and decided to read us the back cover. Imagine a 6 foot 5 red headed Viking-like guy lying in the narrow aisle, tears running down his face, as he tried to get through reading about the guy who's taught about the meaning of love and sex by a museum dress mannequin. There were others. I'm pretty sure I blocked them all out.

Ha ha WTF?! Did the ghost writer drop any pretense that these were aimed towards children and just decided to go bat shit insane with it?

Games (Jerome Valeska x Reader Oneshot)

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: The reader is a patient at Arkham Asylum and she meets Jerome there. He suggests a game to cure her boredom and they bond over it.


You sat on the uncomfortable, plastic bench of the common room in Arkham Asylum, absentmindedly picking at your nails. There wasn’t much to do at Arkham and the staff certainly didn’t care about their patients’ boredom. This was usually when your mind started to run wild, your imagination really acted up nowadays. In your opinion, being at Arkham made you crazier.

That’s when a red headed guy slammed his hands down on the table. You looked up at him lazily through your lashes with an incredulously bored look on your face. The wild grin on his caught your attention.

“Hello, gorgeous!” He sang. You’ve had plenty of psychos try to come onto you here, but something about him told you he was different.

“Hello, ginger!” You mocked, crossing your arms across your chest and raising a brow.

He laughed a cold laugh and sat down, reaching his arm out to you. His movements were oddly animated, like some old comedic TV show. “Nice to meet ya! My name’s Jerome, what’s yours?”

You had a hard time denying the beauty of his green eyes. They reminded you of a lake you used to swim in as a child. You shook his hand before returning the smile. “Name’s (Y/N). I’ve gotta say, your eyes are really pretty.”

He smirked before striking a pose as if he were looking into a mirror. “I know, huh? Anyways, I came over here because you looked bored,” the smile slipped from his face and he suddenly leaned forward. “Are ya bored, sweetheart?”

You tapped your chin, appearing as if in deep thought. “I would think so, yes.”

Jerome clapped his hands together and the smile returned. “Great! You wanna play a game?”

You hummed, thinking. “Sure. What game do you have in mind?”

His insidious grin widened and he slammed his hands back into the table, this time palm up. “Red hands, slap jack, slapsies even. Whatever you wanna call it.”

You’ve played this game before. It’s a simple children’s game where you try to slap each other’s hands. Those with the best reflexes usually win. You just stared into his eyes for several moments before impulsively slapping at his hands, attempting to take him by surprise. You were a bit discouraged when your hands hit the textured tabletop.

Jerome laughed a quick, sincere laugh before shaking his finger at you. “Oh, you’re going to have to be quicker than that, doll.”

You smirked. “We’ll just have to see about that, doll.”

You both laughed before continuing the childish game. Jerome managed to slap your hands a couple of times before you finally hit his. The brief moment of enthusiasm was extinguished when he closed his fingers around your hands. You cocked a brow in confusion. He leaned forward until he was inches away from your face.

“I like you, (Y/N). You’re funny, and everyone knows you need to have a sense of humor in Gotham,” He brought your hand to his face and barely brushed his lips against it. Still, the feeling of his soft lips on your skin sent fiery waves down your arm. “We could rule Gotham.”

You laughed. “Ruling Gotham? Wow, you really must be crazy. Although I’m not opposed to the idea.” You immediately sat up like royalty and pretended to place a crown on your head. This caused Jerome to laugh.

He traced your jawline with his finger before murmuring. “Believe me, if I ever get outta here I’m coming back for you.”

And he did.

SEVENTEEN REACTION To meeting a long-time internet friend for the first time (The8).

I turned ou like a little drabble or a mini scenario, but I really enjoyed doing this one~


The8 (Minghao):

He was waiting patiently at a cd store near the airport. His eyes wandering around the hundreds of shelfs, some of them with his own cds. Minghao breathed heavily feeling proud of himself and the boys. But that wasn’t what he came here for, he was waiting to finally meet his long time friend from Scotland that he meet on the internet.

The two boys meet in the usual way.. Minghao was looking for someone that didn’t know him to teach him english on a language learning app. They started to talk and become very close friends, as they seemed to enjoy almost the exact same things. Sometimes The8 even taught him some mandarim stuff!

Now, the time they waited for a long time finally came, they would meet in Korea on that same cd store near the airport.

‘I’m here.. Did your flight already landed?’

A couple of minutes later, the other boy answered:

‘I’m already entering the cd store you talked about!’

Minghao looked at the door and saw a red headed guy at the door, looking around with his big green eyes covered by simple round glasses. He had some bags hanging on his shoulders and holded a luggage in one of his hands.

Their eyes meet and the two boys instantly recognized themselves.

“Hey! You’re Minghao right?”

“Yes! And you’re B/N!”

After that, Minghao showed Seul to his friend, having a great time.

(just ignore the captions and Hoshi kay? keke)


I’m done for today~ Hope you liked it!

Gif Credits To Their Original Owners!

~ADM Pandacchi

Cute-ass coffee shop AU

Luke half-listens to what Calum is rambling about as they make their way towards Starbucks. Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves his best friend to death, it’s just that he isn’t exactly a morning person and for him, being a fully functioning human being before getting his large cup of coffee is just not a thing. 

Which is why every morning, Cal and him stop by Starbucks before going to uni. Luke personally thinks it’s a blessing that the coffee shop is on their way, because if it wasn’t then he’d probably have to settle for the campus coffee and just the prospect makes him shudder. Of course, it would be way less expensive, but Luke actually finds he doesn’t mind Starbucks being so overpriced, because the quaint, peaceful atmosphere of it in the morning more than makes up for it. 

Calum pushes the heavy door and mock-bows for Luke as the blonde enters, finally managing to elicit a smile. It’s a rare feat in these dreaded morning hours. 

The usual curly-haired, dimple-smiled ray of sunshine grins at them from his post behind the counter, but this time Ashton - as his name-tag says - isn’t with the dirty-blonde girl who usually takes their orders. 

Instead there’s another barista, with dyed hair, arcade piercing and tattoos, who all in all puts Luke and Calum’s attempts at being punk rock to shame. He doesn’t smile at the boys as they approach him. In fact he only gives them a disinterested glance, as if he was way too important to gratify them with an actual acknowledgement. Or maybe he’s just not into early mornings. 

In any case, Luke doesn’t make too much of it, and simply requests his tall black coffee, two sugars no milk please. The boy, whose name-tag says Michael, nods and scribbles something on an empty cup before turning to Calum, who orders his usual mocha. 

The two friends head towards the back of the shop, the way they’ve done every morning for almost a year now. By this time the coffe shop is starting to fill in, both with students trying to make the most of their precious last hour before classes start, and busy adults stopping by for their respective energy juice to be able to take on the day. 

Soon enough Ashton is calling Calum’s name, and they head over to the counter. “A mocha for Calum? Tall black coffee for…pretty blue eyes?“ 

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Daryl Dixon and Paul "Jesus" Rovia Smut

Idek… This is random.
Just to warn ya, English is not my first language. So I’m sorry for any mistakes and grammar.

Warning: Smut, Threesome, and swearing.

Imagine: You’re Neagan’s daughter but you left you dad’s camp because you couldn’t handle the violence.

Neagan’s part is somewhat made up.
Also the reader is 18 while Jesus is 33 and Daryl is 47.
Lastly Daryl will be somewhat the flirty kind.

-Your POV-

I started running to who knew where I was running to. The only thing I wanted is to be out sight of the guards of my father’s camp. I couldn’t handle the violence in that camp. I tried to talking my father out of this whole violent phase of his. Ever since mom died he’s been sleeping around with random women in the camp. I think he even calls them his “wives”. The dad that I loved and adore was now gone. He still showed his love towards me and protected me from danger. But I couldn’t handle what he was doing to people. Burning their skin with a flat iron, but the thing that was worse, was when he brought his most beloved love out. Lucille. Lucille can be deadly. Never mind that, of course Lucille is dangerous. She’s a bat wrapped around chicken wire for gosh sakes. My dad uses her to kill what he calls, the “competition”.

Back to my running. I was so caught up in thoughts that I didn’t noticed that I’ve had run almost 4 miles. Up to a gate, a gate that I presumably thought lead to safe heaven. I hid behind a junk car. But I was suddenly tackled by a zombie. Which led to me screaming out in fright. All of the sudden I hear a voice calling out. “Who’s there!?” It said. Sounded like a girl. But all I could do was struggle in the walkers grip. I tried to hold it from biting me with one arm while the other tried to reach for my knife. I successfully got it and with relief I stabbed the fuck outta the walkers brain. Rotten blood spraying all over me. Mostly my face which led me to almost throwing up.

I hear a gate opening. I quickly got my shot gun that contained a silencer on it and got ready for who ever was coming my way. “Hello? Is anyone out here?” The same voice I heard about a minute ago. I carefully stood up and came out of my hiding place. Once I was out of the hiding place the girl pointed her gun at me. I didn’t noticed the red head man standing next to her. “Who are you?” Said the girl with a firm voice. “Um hello I’m y/n… I um…” But I suddenly felt light headed and started to loose my balance. The last thing I saw was the red headed guy reaching out for me. Then it was black.


“Why is she here?, why did you guys bring her inside? We don’t know this girl. For all we know she can be dangerous” was all I could hear. Well aren’t they nice. I tried so hard to open my eyes, but my brain was stopping me from opening them. My third time I successfully did it. The light was so bright that I didn’t know it was now night time. Yet the lights were shining straight at me.

Tried to get my eyes to adjust, a firmed guy’s voice asked me harshly “who the hell are you? And what were you doing in front of our gate?” The man who had asked me appeared to be scruffy looking with blue eyes. He had a voice tone as if he were to be a sheriff. “Rick calm down she barely woke up, give her a break” a women next to him whisper yelled at who appears to be Rick. The woman had a beautiful dark tone skin, and dreads that made her look like a bad ass. “Hello, I’m Michone and he’s Rick. I apologize for his harshness” Michone apologized. “It’s fine, mind telling me why I’m in here?” I asked them. “Sasha and Abraham, two of our people brought you inside because you fainted. Our doc said that you fainted because it seems that you haven’t gotten anything to eat and you were also dehydrated” Michone informed me. “Now if you don’t mind telling us why were you in front of the gates I will be nice and give you a plate of food” once again Michone said. Rick was just standing next to her almost as if I were to do something. I wouldn’t blame him though. I took a deep breath and got comfortable on the bed I was. Wow it’s been long that I have been on a bed. Over at the camp they had really hard mattresses. Anyways the minute I got comfortable I told them my whole story how I ran away from my camp because I couldn’t stand the violence. They seem to believe me which that was good.

I felt so sticky and slimy I then remembered the Walker I had fought after I fainted. I think I still have its rotten blood on me. “I will send Maggie to get you a pair of new clothes, seems that you and her are the same size. The shower is right in the left corner of this wall. After you’re done come down to meet the rest of our people. Then we will give you that plate of food we promised you.” Rick finally decided to speak. I have him a nod and a thanks as well as I did to Michone.


Right after my warm shower I started to change to the new clothes that were left for me inside the room I woke up in. I then started to hear loud people speaking. I couldn’t make up the things they were talking about. I got dressed I had on some skinny jeans and a white v neck that fit me too tight for my liking. The bra made my cleavage pop out more. I put on my black dr marten boots on and pull my short/long hair in a ponytail. I started to make my way slowly down the stairs when I suddenly hear a familiar voice… Once I got to the bottom of the stairs I got a little shy and scared from all those stares I received. I put down my head down. “Guys this is -” Rick was about to introduce me to his people when the same familiar said my name “y/n! Is that really you!” I look up and my eyes locked to my one and only love Paul Monroe/Rovia or some people know him as Jesus. I ran up to him and hugged him with all my might. I had my legs wrapped around his waist and my head on his shoulder while his arms were on my ass. Typical Jesus. But sadly he let me down and hold my hand and led me to the table. We both sat down next to each other. In front of me was a man with a scruffy beard and long hair that almost fell to his shoulders. He had on a leather sleeves jacket witch a leather vest on top of it. I couldn’t help but squirm under his stare. His baby blue eyes made me melt just like Jesus gray blue eyes made me felt. All I got from that mysterious blue eyed man was a wink and a smirk. Fuck he’s making my panties wet. But how if Jesus is the one for me. Jesus was my first, he is the one who can only make me scream and have me begging for another round of glorious sex. I couldn’t be thinking like this for another guy. It made me feel uncomfortable with myself. I was startled with Rick’s firmed voice again “So Jesus how you know her?” “Well don’t freak out or anything I assure you that she’s no harm. She’s Neagan’s daughter the guy that we’ve been trying to look for. I know her because we’ve been together since all this shit happened. But her father took her when he found out we were together. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t be alive today.” Jesus said while staring at me. I blushed from the stares I received once again. But the one that got me was the man with blue eyes. “Well I expect her not to be a problem to this camp and also she can be a great help once we get to meet that man Neagan” Rick said. “Okay enough with that lets introduced ourselves” Michone said. Once I met everyone, ate and drank a little, Jesus led me outside to the front porch where a couch swing was. We sat there kissing and caressing ourselves. Trying to show the love we missed. “I saw how you and Daryl were staring at each other” Jesus whispered in my ear. I moaned out from the feeling of his hot breath on my neck. It seems to be sensitive from the arousal stage I was in. “I uh well um sorry” I stuttered. “You see that house at the end of this door the one in the corner go in there that’s my home for a bit I’ve been staying here helping. So go get your naughty ass over there I expect you to be inside that room” I was shocked to hear what he just said but yet eager to see what was he planing on.

Once I got to the house he said I started to look for the room and I successfully did. I sat on the comfortable bed and waited. It didn’t took him long to get here. But all I hear were whispers. I started to squirm around. I then see Jesus and Daryl in the entrance of the room’s door. “I got a surprise for you baby, you see it’s been a long time since I had you underneath me naked. So now that you seem to be attracted to Daryl over here I’m going to make your night even better” he said while him and Daryl started heading my way. They made me stand up I was in between both of them. Then suddenly Jesus starts to kissing while Daryl starts to kiss my neck, it wasn’t to long that he found my sweet spot. I started to moan while Jesus was kissing me. I felt both bulges. Daryl’s right in my back while Jesus’ on my stomach. Daryl then decided to take off my white v-neck then followed by my push up bra. I was then thrown to the bed by both of them. I started to breath heavily. I then feel each set of hands on my boobs. Both men were playing with them. “Uh yeah” I moaned out while grabbing both of their long hair. Then suddenly Jesus started his way down kissing my stomach to the button of my jeans. He unbutton them. While Daryl took off my boots. Jesus then saw that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Naughty little girl ain’t she Daryl?” He asked Daryl while showing him that I didn’t have any underwear. “She sure is look at that pussy. Damn man you’re one lucky son’ of a bitch” Daryl said. I blushed so hard from the men that were staring down there. I couldn’t handle it no more so I started to play with myself. “Tsk tsk tsk who said you could touch yourself baby” Jesus said while taking away my wet fingers off my p*ssy. “I’m sorry just please both of you do something” I said desperately. Then they both started to get undressed. I just watched the striping show while squirming around. Once they were both finished Daryl got in between my thighs and spread them as far as he can and started to suck in my price possession. My little pearl. “Uh fuck yes just like that Daryl- Fuck” I moaned out. “You like it how he eats you out baby?” Jesus asked me. I just nodded while moaning out. Jesus then joined in but all he did was finger me. He entered two fingers inside of me. Daryl went to the side to give him some space. They were going so fast that I didn’t know that I was squirting everywhere. “Uh okay stop please no more” I tried separating them from myself. They finally stopped. “Oh honey we ain’t done yet. Daryl did you bring them” he asked Daryl. I gave them a questioning look. And Daryl went to his jeans and got out two wrappers of condoms. I didn’t noticed the size of his penis till now. Shit it was sure big… Even though Jesus looked a tad bit bigger than his. Daryl’s was thicker but Jesus’ was long.

They both put on the condoms and Jesus laid down on the bed. “Get on top of him girly” Daryl said. I got up and obeyed him. I straddled Jesus while he aligned his dick to the opening of my vagina. I slowly went down trying to adjust to his size. Once I was fully in and adjust I started to grind on him. “Uh fuck” “yes baby just like that” Jesus and I moaned. I then feel two big rough hands on my ass, Daryl then spread them apart.. The good thing was that I made sure I cleaned myself. Daryl then slapped my ass moaning out from the pleasured sting I received. I started to go up and down on Jesus faster. We were both moaning out. But then I felt myself being stopped by Daryl. His chest was on my back and his dick right on the entrance of my other hole. Shit. I started to squirm but Jesus and Daryl’s hands were holding my hips. Daryl started to slowly slip his dick inside my other hole. His thickness stretching it apart. I haven’t done this in my whole entire relationship with Jesus. But it sure felt good. Once I was all adjusted to his size. Jesus grabbed me and made our chest meet. I rested my head on his sweaty chest. Then it started both of them slamming into me with great force. Going in a rapid pace. All you could hear was moaning, screaming, the bed hitting the wall, the squeaking of the string of the bed, and skin slapping against each other. “Uh so close” I moaned out. After maybe 10 minutes later of pleasurable feeling. I felt the knot in my stomach ready to be released. “Go ahead girl, baby come for us” they both panted out. They were both kissing my neck. I couldn’t take it no more so I exploded. I came while tightening around both of them. That’s what triggered there ending as they both came at the same time. I could feel their warm cum inside me. Then Daryl got off of me and took of his filled condom I could feel my juices pouring out from my back hole. I then got off of Jesus and payed in the middle of both of them the feeling of my juices coming out of me. I was in a peaceful stage. That I didn’t feel both of Daryl and Jesus kissing me. And caressing my sore boobs. I kissed them back. Wow having a three way relationship didn’t seemed bad. I fell in love with Daryl even though I didn’t know him well but I knew that he was a total sweetheart like my Jesus. “How you feel to share her Dixon? Three way relationship. Are you in?” Jesus asked Daryl. “Only if y/n okay with it” Daryl said. “Fuck yes” I said dreamily while caressing both of their cheeks. “Then hell yes I’m in” Daryl said and kissed me. Then Jesus kissed me. “Go to sleep baby, it’s been a long night, don’t worry Daryl and I will be here when you wake up.” Jesus and Daryl kissed my forehead. And I just said goodnight and went right straight to sleep with both men besides me.

Well that’s that, sorry if it was too detailed. Lol. And long… Please tell me what you guys think.

Okay, but here’s the Christmas gift I’m still laughing about.

My parents got me a Chinese knock-off Hetalia pillow case. Most of the characters are pretty recognizable. 

First we have Japan, Germany, France (??), and Canada (without his glasses and with his eye color a bit off).

Next we have England, China, Prussia (probably), and America (probably).

And here’s Russia and Austria.

But after them?

I really don’t know who those two are supposed to be. The red-headed guy could be Ladonia, and maybe the brown-haired guy is Italy? I’m pretty sure they’re just in the wrong anime.

As if random knock-off countries weren’t bad enough, the real kicker comes from the saying in the middle.

Do you recognize that phrasing at all? How about from Nickelback’s song “If Everyone Cared”?

I can’t


So, even though I ship Chris with Emmett, his husband, I kind of thought about Paul and Chris, and I kind of made a new ship… I have to write it down because I love it so here we go! I really hope I don’t ruin my friendship with Chris for this. I’M SORRY I LOVE YOU CHRIS. But come on, I mean, you seem like a sassy, bad ass mofo and with how Paul acts… oh God you’d get into so many fights that would end up in sex/makeouts and I just… DON’T HATE ME AND PLEASE DON’T STOP TALKING TO ME I ENJOY OUR CONVERSATIONS! #Chraul??

Dedicated to:

“Why was I the one in charge of watching over you?” Paul groans, glaring at me from across the room. I let out a laugh, shaking my head. He just doesn’t get it.

“Because you imprinted on me, idiot. You’re not accepting it, so the pack decided to let you baby-sit me and grow your feelings out for me,” I tell him, crossing my arms.

“I’m not gay,” Paul protests angrily, “and I certainly don’t like you, you annoying human ginger. Oh, and for the record, it was a thought, not me imprinting on you.”

“Really? Then why are you petting my sweater?” I cock an eyebrow, noticing that he has been stroking my fuzzy sweater for about five minutes now. Of course, now that I pointed it out, he stops, standing up to keep himself from touching it.

“It’s soft and i’m trying not to burst into my wolf and kill you,” Paul replies, walking into the kitchen, where I cutely sit on the table top.

“Ah, that makes sense. But, are you sure it’s not because you’re hurting from rejecting me, your imprint?” I question. I can tell that I am irking him with every word I say. And quite frankly, him getting angry is kind of turning me on.

“I will dig my claws into your chest and rip out your heart,” Paul threatens, getting into my face. His hot breath spills over my skin, sending chills down my spine.

“Then do it, Lahote,” I look directly into his chocolate-y brown eyes, licking my lips in satisfaction as he grits his teeth. Suddenly, however, his hands tightly grip the marble table’s edge as he plunges his lips onto mine. The kiss was full of anger and need. The two conflicting emotions swirling around in Paul’s head.

“God, you are irritating, Chris,” Paul growls, grabbing me by the collar and bringing my body into his. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist and my arms sling around his neck as his hands move under my ass to keep me up.

“But you love it,” I smirk.

“Stop teasing me, alright?” Paul mumbles against my lips, walking over towards another area before pinning me against a wall. Even if I wanted to get out, there would be no way now that i’m pinned against the wall.

“Just shut up and love me, Lahote,” I snicker, groaning as his fingertips run up my arm, ending in my hand where he entwines our hands together.

“I guess I can accept the imprint and me being gay,” Paul mumbles, “but only if you take off that shirt.”

“How about you take it off for me? You’re going to need a lot of practice if you’re finally going to accept it. Because, knowing me, this isn’t the last time this is probably going to happen.”

I like gifs and I don’t have/know any red-headed guys to “play” as Chris. And I didn’t feel like searching through his stuff for a picture where he looked like a sassy mother fucker, so apparently, there’s Chris and Paul xD

 @inevii  replied to your post “so, two (2) cool things happened yesterday: A) I finished my…”

congratulations!! what about nursey/dex, and something with nurseys poetry? maybe he writes one about dex and dex finds it?

Thank you!! And I am…so sorry about this.

“So,” Dex begins, sitting down next to Nursey at team breakfast. “I think I found your tumblr.”

“Oh?” Nursey says. He starts fiddling with his spoon and drops it on the floor.

“Yeah, and like, man? You have like a lot of photos of random red headed guys, and they’re all tagged ‘inspo’. What’s up with that?”

“Uch,” Nursey sputters indignantly and rolls his eyes. “That doesn’t mean anything,” he says, in what is possibly the least chill voice Dex has ever heard from him.

“And that one poem you posted, 'ocean acidification’? Was the lobster supposed to represent–”

“I gotta go,” Nursey interrupts, shoving away from the table and tripping over his chair.