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Tripple Dog Date Him!

Written by: @alliswell21

Prompt #57: Katniss is dared to ask nerdy!Peeta out on a date, she ends up actually enjoying her time with him. By: Anonymous.

Rated: T for some language.

Triggers: None

Word Count: Around 7500

Summary: Katniss has known of Peeta Mellark since they were little, but not until her roommate Johanna decides Katniss has had a too long hiatus from the dating scene, she dares speak to the boy.

This piece has not been betaed. All mistakes are mine.  

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Teen Wolf Imagine- What Happened To Y/N? (Part2)


Authors Note- The second part to this imagine, sorry if things get a little complicated from her on out, just make sure you read in the correct order, which are linked above. Hope you enjoy, sorry its late but my school takes no prisoners x

Scott’s Perspective

After having time to think, Scott remembers little signs that indicated you were caught up in something bigger than he realised. One occurring about a week or so before your disappearance. He walked into your room and sat in his usual seat at your desk. “So, what’s the problem?” you asked, taking it as an indicator for your usual heart to heart. “Nothing, just wanted to see how my litter sister is doing” he claimed while spinning the chair around to face you. “Ah, so that must mean you want something” you replied, looking up at his cheesy grin. “Well actually me and Stiles were wondering-” he began, You shook your head lightly, “This cant be good” you accidently thought out loud. “It’s nothing elaborate” he defended with a smile. You rolled your eyes and he gave you a playful nudge causing you to laugh. “I was… Stiles and I were hoping you would look after the house and cover us at school for a few days-” he trailed. “What, why?” you asked as your face straightened out. “We need to do something important and for once its not supernatural related so you don’t need to worry” he shot you a confused and pleading look. He didn’t see what the problem was, it wasn’t like you hadn’t done stuff like this before. He heard the slight increase in your heart rate, “Look, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to” he said softly, he thought it might have been to do with you being home alone while your mom was on her nightshift. “It’s fine ill do it” you said with a weak smile. “Actually, I don’t think I want my little sister home alone for that long of a time-” he said with a sudden disturbing thought. “You better not say, what I think you’re going to say” you moaned, sitting up. “Derek can babysit you” he nodded knowingly. “No not again, not after the last time. Id rather-” you began but cut yourself off after receiving a text message. Scott couldn’t help but notice another hitch in your heartrate as you immediately locked your phone and slammed it back onto the bed. “Who was that?” he asked in concern, reaching for your phone but you squatted his hand away, picking it up as you walked over to the window casually. “So, are you going to tell me why you’re being so secretive?” he asked as he stared at you. He watched as you peered out of the window, looking left and right before slamming it shut, checking the lock and pulling the curtain over. “No, are you going to tell me what you and Stiles are doing?” you asked back. “No” he replied shortly. “Touché” you joked it off. “Idiot” he exclaimed throwing a cushion at you playfully. “Jackass” you replied, throwing it back, only for him to catch it with one hand. “I hate you and your stupid wolf powers” you huffed, flopping back onto your bed. “I love you too sis”.

When he returned from his and Stiles’ short trip the house was completely upside down, it was an absolute mess. “Y/N!” he shouted, his voice vibrated the upstairs floorboards of your bedroom. “Shit!” you exclaimed, rolling out of bed and pulling your hair into a messy bun, you still had last nights clothes on. You slowly crept downstairs and into the kitchen. “What the hell is this?” he shouted, following you to the fridge. “I ermm, I had a party last night…” you said, trying to keep your heart rate steady. “Where’s Derek?” he questioned. “There was an emergency at the loft and he had to run out” you claimed, pouring yourself some orange juice but your hands were shaking so it went all over the counter top. “Have you been taking drugs?” he asked with wide eyes. “What the fu- No Scott, I don’t do drugs” you defended with the 100% truth. “Then what is wrong with you?” he asked again. “I’m just a little hungover, ill be fine” you said, rubbing your eyes. “So what, you think its ok to have a party and get drunk and… and…” he continued. “So shoot me! For trying to be a normal teenager and doing normal things like partying and enjoying life rather than trying to run from it all the time! Don’t you understand that? I didn’t ask for this, it’s you that dragged me into it” nothing but venom was coming out of your mouth. “Why are you acting like this?” you could hear the hurt in his voice. “Save the big brother act until someone is around to actually see it, you’re wasting your breath” you said bitterly. He stood there opened mouth, not able to speak. “That’s exactly what I thought” you exclaimed before running back upstairs. He stood there, his hands shaking and his eyes watering, he never expected his little sister to say that, especially when he tried everything to keep you safe and it wasn’t exactly his choice in telling you about the supernatural, you uncovered it by yourself. But little did Scott know that when you returned to your room you slid down the wall and sobbed for hours, you didn’t want your brother to miss you as much as he would have if he remembered nothing but happy memories. It would of been a lot easier if he didn’t care.

So today Scott called a pack meeting, determined to get to the bottom of his sister disappearance once and for all. Stiles arrived, his skin practically transparent and the bags under his eyes seemed to drag his once hyperactive self down. Lydia and Allison soon followed both of them sulking and moping about like two lost souls. They sat in your living room, except for Scott who stood. They were staring at the ground, not wanting to see the cheesy family pictures on the walls or your things that were scattered around your house; textbooks, jumpers, even something as simple as a nail varnish bottle was enough to set them off. “We’re going to find her” Stiles assured, placing his hand on Scott’s shoulder, before sitting down. He gave a weak smile, he hadn’t lost hope, but after hours of trying to track you by scent and nothing turning up, he couldn’t help but feel beaten down. “Y/n is a hard nut to crack, she may not have any supernatural abilities but she’s as badass as the rest of us” Lydia cracked a small but genuine smile. “If not more badass” Allison agreed, thinking of the same time. “If this gets too much for you, we can stop” Stiles offered. Scott nod his head and exhaled, before opening Stiles’ theory pack on the coffee table. They all edged forwards on their seats and began to scan over the facts they had and what they needed to find out. Scott’s chest began to feel tight, this wasn’t some crime scene investigation the pack was working on, it was his baby sister’s. He was unaware that his claws began to protrude from his hands, not in anger but upset and guilt. “Scott look at me” Allison said in a calm panic. “Woah Scott are you ok?” Stiles asked with concern. “I think we need a time out” Lydia agreed, they hadn’t been looking for long and it was taking a tole on them all, not just your older brother. Allison assisted Scott in standing up and exiting the living room. “Scott!” she called after him as he stumbled upstairs and into your bedroom.

It was the first time he had been in your room since you disappeared, he slowly sat on your desk chair and stared at your bed. Memories of you two since you were little flashed through his head, from the pillow fights when you were six to the countless times he embarrassed you when your friends or boyfriends were around since freshman year, to the current relationship you had of studying and having your daily chats at night together. He could see the practice lacrosse jerseys spilling out of one of your draws because you insisted in having one from every pack member that was in the team, from Scott’s to Stiles’ to Isaac’s to Liam’s to Kira’s, he was even sure you had Jackson’s and Brett’s too, even though they weren’t actually pack members. Meanwhile in the living room Stiles and Lydia sat there in silence, reminiscing themselves and trying to connect the dots to what seemed like an endless chain of events. Stiles gave a sigh and closed the book before taking it off the coffee table. “Oh here, you dropped this” Lydia said, picking up the piece of scrap paper that had fallen out. She briefly read it and began to pass it to him, before she processed and read it again. “Lyd what is it? Lydia?” Stiles asked. “Is everything ok?” Allison asked, walking into your bedroom and approaching Scott at your desk. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just miss her” he shrugged glumly and swivelled so he was now facing the actual desk. “We all do” she trailed, looking around your bedroom that somehow seemed dull without you there. He opened the notebook and flicked through the doodles you made when you were supposed to be studying, before he stumbled across something he shouldn’t have. “What is it?” Allison looked over Scott’s shoulder at the note you had written. “Did you know?” Scott asked, quickly standing up and ripping the page out. “No, she never mentioned anything about seeing or dating anyone” Allison claimed with a furrowed brow. When Scott and Allison re-joined Stiles and Lydia in the living room, they were sitting there with nothing but the note on the table. They sat beside them, “She didn’t want anyone to know, I wasn’t even supposed to know- what I’m trying to say is, I know who the mystery boy is and-” Lydia began to ramble, before Scott placed the note he had found on the coffee table beside the other. “Surely he wouldn’t do anything to harm her though, right” Allison chimed in. “I don’t know, but you’re going to tell us everything you know about there relationship, right now” Scott said firmly. Lydia nodded in agreement, before explaining her part of the story.

So the next part is in Lydia’s perspective, comment below or in the requests who you want this mystery boy to be and sorry this part is kind of short, but Scott has the least involvement in her disappearance, hope you enjoyed x 

wrote my way out

it’s almost 5am, wrote my way out made me cry so i wrote this. lol thx lin for the writers block playlist, really helped tbh.

“How old were you when you wrote your first musical?” The interviewer asked. Y/N paused as she thought about the question. “When I was about five,” She laughed at the memory. “It was horrible and I didn’t really know how musicals and plays worked, but I had gone to many broadway musicals so I had this thought that if you can write a song and make it emotionally funny, you’re doing something that could change the world.” She explained with a grin on her cheeks and a glint of sparkle in her eyes.

“And your parents? Were they supportive?” They asked, she took a breath and looked at them. Confusion was playing in her eyes for a split moment as she scratched the back of her neck. “Yeah,” She said with a tone that told you she wasn’t sure. How could she be sure, though? She was twelve when they died. She wrote her way from the life she had, and God bless she did. If she was there she would probably be dead.

“I would like to think they were proud,” She smiled softly before going on to explain more. “I actually had written about four small musicals by the time they passed. I was working on the fourth one when I became an orphan and because of that I didn’t have the support I needed growing up,” She nodded and pushed her hands down the skirt she had been wearing. “I wrote myself out of that situation, I truly believe that I survived from my writing.” The interviewer looked down the carpet before pulling out their phone to read something.

“Who did you live with after that?” They asked as a smile faded from Y/N’s lips. “My grandparents,” She told them and kind of shook her head. “Can we not talk about that? It’s pretty touchy.” Y/N smiled politely as the interviewer nodded.

“Of course. Well, a fan had actually asked me to ask you a question,” They told her, she nodded.

“The tweet says and I quote ‘Have you seen Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda & if so, do you think of yourself as Hamilton?’” They asked. Y/N’s lips parted slightly before she answered the question.

“To the first part, no.” She shrugged her shoulders for a moment, “I am busy starring in my own musical, I do not have the time or money to see ‘Hamilton.’” She told the interviewer, a nod was sent through their head as she continued talking. “Shit, man. I do want to see it, though and to the second part…” She paused for a moment and took a breath as she looked around. “I do not think so?” It was more of a question. She somewhat shook her head and looked down at her shoes. “I’m not sure,” She explained before being gestured somewhere else.

“I’m sorry,” She apologized. “I need to go.” She pointed to the next interviewer that asked the same questions but one stood out.

“You have been compared to Alexander Hamilton a lot and asked if you’ve seen the musical,” The interviewer paused, “Do you see yourself as Alexander or if you were offered the part would you take it?” They asked. Y/N looked anywhere but at the interview as she scratched the side of her lip before answering. “If I was offered it, I might.” Y/N nodded and bite her lip. “I’m actually leaving ‘Annabell’ soon, so if the offer stood I would and in regards to the whole ‘Do I see myself as Hamilton,’ thing,” She paused so she could let out a giggle. “I do not.” She confirmed once again before explaining the confirmation. “We’re just very different people with very different backgrounds.” The interviewer nodded as Y/N’s agent gestured her inside. She said her goodbyes, blowing a kiss at the camera before walking in. Her hands tugged at her dress as she began to think about her life as a child.

Parents died. Lived with hurtful guardians. Wrote her way from the poor New York town. Got into Stanford. Graduated. Wrote a musical and got bigger than she had ever thought would happen.

“We’re sitting by Lin-Manuel Miranda.” Her agent told her, a nod came from Y/N to tell her she understood as they walked down the aisle until they found the seats.

“Right there.” She pointed to Y/N’s name.

Y/N Y/L/N.

Her breath was caught in her throat as she sat down.

This was real. This wasn’t a dream. She wasn’t fourteen writing a musical for her school and hoping this would be real. This was real.

She watched as people walked in and took their seats. She couldn’t help the feeling in her chest when she saw Lin.

He created Hamilton.

A wide smile was playing on his lips when he spoke to everyone. He pushed himself through the aisle, muttering a small ‘excuse me,’ as he shuffled by Y/N to sit. A smile played at her lips as he sat down.

“I’m Lin.” He introduced and stuck out his hand for her when he noticed her hands shaking. She smiled and told him her name while shaking his hand. His mouth opened slightly before he began to ramble about ‘Annabell.’

“You wrote ‘Annabell?’” He asked. Y/N nodded and smiled. “Yeah.” She breathed out as he spoke.

“That freaking musical is so beautiful! How did you come up with the concept?” He smiled widely with a questioning sparkle in his eyes.

“Personal experiences, ya know?” She giggled at her own words as he nodded. “God, yeah I do.” He whispered while the lights dimmed.

“Good luck.” He whispered in her ear as she nodded and whispered the same words to him.

“And the best American Musical goes to…” The tension could be cut with a knife at this point as everyone waited for the answer.

“‘Annabell!’” A chorus of cheers was heard around the room as she stood up and hugged her agent. She turned to Lin who was standing with a wide smile on his face. They embraced as she walked up to the stage. She walked the stairs and was handed the Tony.

“Um, wow.” She smiled and looked at the award, letting out a breathy laugh she continued the speech she had been making up in her mind since she was a child.

“I don’t know what to say, so I’ll do the speech from when I was nineteen.” She told the audience before continuing.

“I am a twenty-five-year-old who had always dreamed of having a musical on Broadway and winning an award for it, but I never thought it would actually happen. I have to thank my parents, who can’t be here with me currently, they believed in me since I was a child. Twenty years ago, God.” She paused and looked at the Tony as she spoke.

“I’m old.” She laughed, “And I one hundred percent think that ‘Hamilton’ should of one, so this goes out to you guys!” She raised the Tony and smiled before walking off. Many people cheered as she felt hands on her back and ‘Congratulations,’ being thrown from all places.

She stood quietly as she watched the boy had her name put onto the award.

“Hey,” Someone said making her jump from the sudden noise. She looked at the person who surprised her before smiling.


“Hey,” She repeated and looked back at the boy. “We won something.” He enthused with a wide smile which she shared. “That’s great!” He nodded and let out a sigh while bouncing on his heels and toes.

“I was wondering,” He began as he looked at you, trying to find reassurance he could go on. She nodded. “Would you like to get lunch sometime?” Lin asked as his hands began to fidget. A smile spread across Y/N’s lips.

“Yeah.” She replied when the guy turned back to hand her the Tony.

“Great! Let me just get your number.” He murmured the ending as he took out his phone, unlocking it and hanging it to her. She typed in the eleven digit number and her name before handing it back to him. He quickly composed a message and smiled at her.

“I’ll see you soon.” She nodded in response while allowing her smile to grow bigger.

Maybe this was the start of more beautiful things.


Breaking My Wall

Request: Hiya could I request (if they’re open) where you’re from another group and have been taken by Negan to be his wife but you won’t so your in a cell and Negan tells Dwight to “break you” and change your mind and he starts to care for you and Negan teases him about it. Sorry if that doesn’t make sense.

Originally posted by onlydarylnormanfic

Originally posted by neganfreakydeaky

A/N: First off, you made perfect sense so don’t worry. And my requests are always open unless posted otherwise, so if you want to request another story or anyone else does. My personal inbox and my ask is open, so feel free to do so. As I say in all my requests, i hope I did it as you wanted and you enjoyed it. I had to do a lot of writing tonight and this is one of my later written ones, so i’m quite tired but don’t worry, I still put a lot of effort into it. Please enjoy!

Requested by Anonymous.

WARNING: Some, slight, minimal torture. Actually, a lot of torture. Plus, basically Negan.

“You’re responsible for the fucking idiot, Dwighty-boy.” Negan chuckled, lightly patting Dwight’s shoulder. “She quite stubborn or stupid, haven’t quite figure it out myself. So, be fucking resilient.”

You had been stuck in the dark, musty and dirty cell for what felt like forever but couldn’t have been more than a day. You slightly regretted your decision, but refused to let yourself go after you’d been dragged and restrained by a man who wanted you to open your legs for him. It wouldn’t have been as bad, hence as, if you hadn’t known he had plenty of other woman more willing to do so.

This ‘Negan’ man sickened you to your core and made you want to throw up thinking about it. But you knew, just from the moment you’d been dragged in his place he held all the power, he held fear over all these men and even some of the women.

This man held too much power and it was getting to his head.

You were glad it had been only you he’d found, you never wanted him to come into contact with your group knowing that this man was more that sick, he gained from watching people be belittled and die. If he found your group, you didn’t know what you’d do, maybe then you’d become what he wanted you to be.

With a groan, you held your breath, forcing yourself to breath through you mouth hating the stench of the room. They’d ripped you of your clothes and you sat bare and naked for the world to see. Only you were stuck in a room where you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You were hungry and cold, as well dirty. And all you wanted was to be back home, or at least the closest thing to home now-a-days.

“we’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet…” It must be morning you realized, since they’d played in the morning you’d been thrown in here. You mumbled a curse, holding your hands to your ears already becoming sick of the song.

The music didn’t stopped until you heard a loud click, and it was gone. Then light flooded through and you were blinded for a moment as you gather yourself, only to see the same man who had thrown you in here. From what you caught, his name was Dwight and he was just as gross as Negan was, you thought. He seemed to be Negan’s dog or something, a bitch he had to order around seeing as he did most of the dirty work.

Part of you felt bad for him, but a even bigger part of you hated him.

He said nothing, fixating you with the same dead expression as before, when he threw a sack of clothes at you and slid a plate towards you. You glared at him to which he just closed the door.

You couldn’t see the clothes, but from the material they were heavy and filthy, not much of anything but a pile of fabric sewed together. You hastily threw the outfit on, it was two sizes too big and definitely stunk from something. With a sigh you grabbed the plate, smelling it before realizing it was dog food.

You huffed, annoyed, before tossing the plate at the door. “Assholes…” you muttered.

“we’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet.”

“we’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet.”

It had been a week, you’d counted every morning the song played. You hated seen an ounce of sunlight in a week. Drank a full cup of water in a week or eaten in a week. You’d refused every day to eat the piece of shit they fed you.

You’re stubborn attitude you realized would kill you, but you didn’t care. You’d rather die then be broken by these sick fucks.

Again, same time everyday the door slid open and you were faced by Dwight. He never spoke to you, and without looking you waited fort he familiar sound of paper sliding across the floor. When you heard nothing, you turned your head hesitantly to the door. Shocked to see Dwight now kneeling down, staring at you.

And for the first time he spoke. “you haven’t ate.” His voice was rough and cracked. No where near healthy and he sounded as if he’d been silent for months.

You blankly stared at him, your eyes flittering to the pile of plates sitting in the corner.

“You need to eat.”

You blinked. Was he dumb? You knew that, you weren’t stupid. “I know.”

“Then eat.”

“I refuse to eat food made for dogs. I’m not yours or Negan’s bitch.” You sneered, glaring at him. “You can take your dog food and shove down your own throats.”

Dwight said nothing but stood up, closing the door behind him.

It was a while later when the door squeaked open. You never got two visits a day, so shocked you turned to the door. Gasping to see Dwight there with another paper plate. Sighing you realized he was only here to deliver what he hadn’t this morning. “I told you…”

Dwight walked in the room, crouch again before you before setting the plate down softly. You looked cautiously at him, shocked to see actual bread and meat, meat meant for humans, and lettuce and cheese. And you felt your mouth water at the sight. You never thought in your life that a sandwich would look so good, but you hadn’t eaten in weeks and you could feel your own bones,

Without thinking, your reached for the sandwich, snatching it. Before you stopped, holding it before your mouth. You turned to look at Dwight who had an expression you couldn’t read. He nodded before standing and walking out the door, locking it.

With a sigh, you began eating the sandwich. Savouring the taste in your mouth.

“we’re on easy street, and it’s so sweet.”

You were fed sandwiches from that day on. You still were never allowed out of the cell. But sometimes, for quick short moments, Dwight would come sit in and watch you. At first it disturbed you, un-eased by the abnormal behaviour. But after a while you gave up fighting with a silent man, and let him watch.

The door clicked open, and with practiced ease you sat criss-cross waiting for Dwight. You’d learn never to say anything and would eat the sandwich in a comfortable but odd silence.

Today felt different, and for some reason you hesitated eating your sandwich. You stared shyly at the ground a hand running through your greasy and unkept hair, hating the slick feeling against your finger-tips.

You opened your mouth, closing it immediately.

“You can speak.” Dwight suddenly spoke, you gasped before seeing him staring directly at you.

“Why.. why-”

“Why is my face like this?”

“No,” you interrupted. You didn’t care or wonder why his face was burnt, you truthfully didn’t care and it didn’t shock you. You figured Negan was the one to do that, and though you’d only meant Negan that one time, it seemed like something he would do. You didn’t care, because whatever he did you knew he didn’t deserve that.

Taking a breath in you continued. “No, why. Why do you sit here? Why did you give me a sandwich that day? Why do you watch me?”

Dwight made no movement staring at the ground. You blinked, realizing he most likely wasn’t going to answer. You sighed, frustrated and berating yourself for thinking he would actually answer. With a frustrated grunt, you grabbed your sandwich.

“it’s because you remind me of her.” Dwight suddenly spoke, stopping you from taking a bite of your sandwich. “You remind me of Sherry.”

You remained silent for a minute before softly asking, “who’s Sherry?”

“She is… was my wife. But she isn’t anymore.” Dwight mumbled before standing up, you rushed to stand up grabbing his arm. He snapped his head to you and you quickly pulled your hand away, scared he would hurt you.

“Get back down.” He ordered and you shook before glaring. Not wanting him to scare you.

“Why isn’t she your wife anymore?” You asked, holding your chin up high. He glared, smacking you across the face. You gasped, holding your cheek in furry. Turning to him, you glared defiantly.

“Was it Negan?” You asked just as he turned to walk away. With his back to you he shook his head, a small dry chuckled coming out of his lips. “He killed her, didn’t he? Why do you work for him if he killed the one you love?” You asked confused, you wanted him to react. You wanted him to do something. Anything. You needed human contact, human connection you couldn’t bare to sit in the room alone anymore.

You didn’t want him to leave, again.

Dwight opened the door, and just before he closed it he uttered under his breath. “She isn’t dead. She’s his wife.”

The next day, Dwight didn’t come back. Or the day after that, you were stripped of the right for food and water and you feared you’d crossed a line that day. You wanted to die so badly at first, but now you didn’t and you feared that was what they were doing.

You were slumped against the corner in despair when the door cracked open. In misbelieved hope you turned, expecting to see Dwight only to see two burly men come stomping and drag you to your feet.

You struggled and kicked as you were dragged out of the room. The light killed your eyes and it took you moments before you adjusted. It felt as if your skin was burning in the new-found light.

When your vision finally regained, you felt your jaw drop and your breath freeze when you saw Negan in front of you. The biggest grin upon his lips as he chuckled at you. “Hello, doll.”

You were dragged across many hallways, before being led to a room where you were tied down. Your heart was bumping and you thought for sure they would rape you. Or beat you, you weren’t sure. But you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

You searched for Dwight, your only solace and hoping he would be there. But it was only you, the two men who’d dragged you and Negan himself.

Despite the fear, you stuck your chin out and glared up at the man. You noticed the barb-wired bat on his shoulder, and held down a shiver.

“Ready to satisfy me, fucking willingly, sweetheart?” You clenched your teethe, clicking them together.

“Go to hell.”

Negan chuckled, “I’ve given you so many fucking opportunities, doll. And you fucking fuck every single fucking one of them up.” He suddenly glared, his expression turning serious. He clicked his tongue, leaning down to your face and tracing his finger across your cheek.

You tilted your head, trying to ignore the panic in your gut. He smiled proudly at you, before gripping your t-shirt, rag thing and pulling on it. You thought he would rip your shirt off, but he only pulled you closer to him. “Nah, I don’t do that shit.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know your’d been holding. “Now, I don’t normally enjoy beating woman. But you’ve tested my patience, sweaty. Give it to her boys.”

You braced yourself as the two much larger men came stomping towards you. They threw hits and punches at you. Your face and chest being prime targets. You gargled and spat out blood, moaning in pain as you felt all the air leave your body.

It seemed as if they wouldn’t never stopped before a voice shouted out, “STOP!”

With shock, all four of you snapped your head to the voice, coming face to face with panicked Dwight. You right eye was swollen but you could you make out a blurry image of the man and was sure that he was actually there and you weren’t just imaging him. You let out a breath of relief. You weren’t sure why.

The man worked for Negan, was just as evil as Negan rightfully but for some reason you felt hope that he wouldn’t hurt you. Or hurt you any worse than these man had.

“Excuse me, D?” Negan’s sharp voice cut through the shocked silence. You felt your breath quickening in fear of what Negan would do. And looking into Dwight’s, you could see he feared the same.


“I-I,” Negan imitated. “I think you just interrupted what was originally your damn job.”

With another wave of shock and a gasp, you snapped your eyes to Dwight who looked guiltily at the ground. This was originally his job..? That meant he refused, your heart swelled and you felt yourself growing tired. Did that meant he actually cared for you?

“I’m sorry,” Dwight whispered. “I can do it, now. I’ll do it.”

Your eyes narrowed. Feeling sudden betrayal flood within you.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Negan smirked. “Really?”

Dwight nodded, and you squirmed in your seat. You stared at Dwight, hoping he would see the pleading in your eyes. He made eye contact but only stared blankly at you. “Well then, Dwighty-boy. I want you to take lucille here and bash her head in.”

You snapped your head to Negan, panic. You didn’t want to die. You wanted to see your group, your family again. You struggled in your chair, your screams of panic coming out in mumbles with your busted lips.

“But, sir. I thought no one-”

“I’m letting you now.” Negan said, handing lucille to Dwight. Dwight shakily took it, walking up to you.

“Please…” You whispered, “please don’t.”

“Listen to her, guys. Fucking pleading. She wasn’t pleading me, must like the burnt freak.”

Dwight shook his head, weakly raising lucille over his head. You stared fearfully at the bat, turning your head in fear and clutching your eyes shut. You braced yourself for the hit when nothing happened. “I-I can’t…” Dwight suttered, dropping lucille.

You let out a breath.

“Thought so.” Negan dryly said, grabbing lucille back from Dwight. “Now, does D here actually like Y/N here? Because normally your not so soft.”

Dwight stared at you, silent.

“Mmm,” Negan nodded. “You care for her. Fucking god, I entrust you and you fucking fuck fail me.” Dwight shook, nodding his head.

“Well, boy, you’ll pay for that one. Throw her in the cell.” The two men grabbed you again, untying you and dragging you off. You missed what was said but faintly caught Negan’s last words.

“Now, if only you fought this hard for Sherry.”

Well there you go! I enjoyed writing this very much, hope you enjoyed reading it!

Blood Rose - Part One


Prompt: Can you do something with either Negan or Daryl and the reader where the reader has a secret crush on him and she leaves him little drawings of him and flowers and poems and it secretly becomes his fav part of the day. One day she accidentally gets herself caught by him somehow, and you can go from there. (:

Ships: Negan x Reader
Words: 1,640
Warnings: Curses, suggestive language, creepy Dwight

You looked at the blood red rose in your hand as you stood before the door. You knew it was silly and immature but you were shy and you didn’t know how else to show him that you cared.  You fiddled with the petals absently, you were careful not to break any off from the rose.

It had taken your months to find rose seeds and it had taken a lot of effort and bribery to keep the mini-farm under your bed a secret. But here you were, holding the fruits of your labour.  

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anonymous asked:

Maybe a cute, short Drabble of merarthur being rescued from rocks by Vivi and Lewis? He doesn't know or trust these humans yet, so he's highly defensive and scared at first.

I’m basing Mer!Arthur’s design off of @ectoimp‘s and @arthur-tristan-kingsmen‘s design of him. 

The vicious wind and rain howled around the car, making it shake. Vivi was almost afraid that they’d be blown off the road, and on a mountainside road such as this, that would mean certain death.

“Wow…” Lewis couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t a little nervous himself. “I knew Florida weather could be bad but I didn’t think it would be like this.” It wasn’t raining very hard, but the wind was making the drops land hard on the windshield. Lewis could see all the trees nearly coming loose from the ground.

“Just our luck that we came here during a hellish storm, huh?” Vivi grinned a little, and Lewis had to laugh.

“Yeah, sounds about right. I wish the client would have mentioned that little tidbit.” But at least it all worked out with helping the spirit of their client’s uncle move on, and the pay was nice too. Lewis would forgive the little miscommunication this time.

They turned a corner and Vivi smiled as she leaned against the passenger side door. The ocean was wild with waves and even here it was really cool to watch them. She had seen the ocean only a few times in her life and it always astounded her. She had always talked to Lewis about going scuba diving at one point when they had the chance.

Not in this weather though. She was glad there weren’t any boats out there either. Nobody would be crazy enough to go out there in this weathe-

Vivi’s eyes widened and she quickly sat up in her seat. “Lewis stop the car!”



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Hurt Me (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky/female Reader
Summary: Reader/Bucky have been going out for almost a year now. Reader is pregnant, but Bucky’s insecurities strain their relationship.
Warnings: angst
Word count: ~750
Author’s Note: There’s going to be one last part after this! That will be fluff. :) Also the song that originally inspired this series is Hurt Me by Lapsley.

Masterlist here | Part 1 |  Part 2 (previous) | Part 3 | Part 4 (final)

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Iron Will (Part 3)

Tony x Reader

Summary – Tony Stark isn’t a man who takes no for an answer, even if his feelings for you complicate an already delicate situation.

Warnings – Tony Stark’s flirting 

Word Count – 1,641

Notes – She and Tony are still trying to figure each other out in this part.  There’s some sweet moments with her uncles that my Bucky and Steve fans will enjoy.  The next part will be strictly Tony x Reader and it’s going to be a doozy!!  Enjoy!  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

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Originally posted by steviepinkiepierogers


“Do you really think it’s a good idea to hit on her?” Steve asked.

“I don’t see any problem with it,” Tony replied.  “She’s a big girl, and she seems like the type that can take care of herself.”

“I don’t think you see the bigger picture here, Tony,” Steve argued. “Bucky just found out… hell, I just found out that we actually have family left.  Do you really think it’s smart to start something we both know you’re incapable of finishing?”

“You really have no faith in me, do you Rogers?” Tony asked, an affronted look on his face as he stalked into the building.

Steve watched his retreating back as he walked away.  “No, Tony. I really don’t.”


The mission went as scheduled and you were back in the States within a week. You had called your mom and she had gone through your old school papers and found the report that you had written about your grandmother.  She was worried about you spending time with Bucky.  She understood your desire to connect with the only remaining member of your dad’s family, but she was concerned about his past and whether it would be safe to be around him.  You assured her that he was perfectly fine to be around, especially with Captain America right there.  You had wanted to tell her about Tony Stark, but you knew if she found out about your attraction to that man, she would be even more insistent that you not visit the compound.  You loved your mother, but she could be a bit difficult at times, especially when she didn’t approve of your life choices.  She reminded you every day of how hard it was to be the mother of a woman in the armed forces, never knowing if her daughter was coming home alive or in a pine box.  You had learned to carefully choose your battles where she was concerned.

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She’s beauty, she’s grace ; Theo Raeken // Part IV


| part one | part two | part three |

Originally posted by saverockkandrolll

warnings: moRE THEO FLUFF AND A SPRINKLE OF ANGSTY LIAM & why do i feel like this part is just going to disappoint all of you? like srsly this part is a mess & so many things are happening all at once im just crossing my fingers hoping you’ll like it

requested?: yeS

“What the hell does that even mean?” She swore, her eyebrows furrowing at the unfamiliar words her eyes were scanning. “I mean, seriously, how does knowing what a transverse and a longitudinal wave help me in my life? I don’t see a point in remembering it, really, it’s one of the most useless information to ever exist.”

Theo laughs, turning his head to look at her. Her face is covered in confusion and frustration. He doesn’t think much about it anymore. It’s gotten to the point where he didn’t want to stop himself at all. He’s just letting himself fall deeper and deeper for the younger girl. 

Despite the feelings that have been growing for her, he still doesn’t stop the plan. He needed this to work; to keep her safe. The pack has been taking a liking in him, too. Which didn’t make any of this hard at all unless you took account for the love he felt for the girl he knew since first grade.

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Gency headcanon #7 (feat. McHanzo): asking for the first date

On the contrast with what anyone would have expected, the first one to make a move and ask the other out was Angela, not Genji.

Not for any luck of trying from Genji’s part; he had been a playboy and wanted the right time to come to ask her out, but Angela knew that there was no right time. 

The way she did it was actually… unorthodox: she lent him a book to read.

It was a love story between a cyborg and a human. She wasn’t exactly subtle, but she had a point: the book actually narrated the difficulties, issues and limitations such a relationship would have to endure in a post-Crisis world like theirs. 

Also, it was erotica. Yes, cyborg erotica. Well-written though, one of those came-for-the-porn-stayed-for-the-characters-and-story rare cases. Good stuff. 

Like I said, she wasn’t subtle. 

She wanted to tell him this way that she was aware of the problems they’d have as a couple, but she was willing to give them a try.

The only issue? The book ended in a cliffhanger, where the human is ready to tell the cyborg “what I truly feel for you” and the BAM! The End page. 

It didn’t even have a sequel!

Genji was so shocked and genuinely upset he actually sent Angela a message on her cellphone at 2 a.m. She wasn’t sleeping. Since she gave him that book, she couldn’t sleep, waiting for him to finish it so that he’d react. 

The text message exchange was pretty funny in hindsight:

what was that??

You’ll have to be more specific.

the ending!!! 

What about it?

this can’t be how it ends! what does nena tell to jessie????

Meet me tomorrow night at Lucio’s nightclub and I’ll tell you. 

At that point, Genji’s still human heart started beating way too hard in his synthetic chest. He didn’t even dare to hope at that point. Yes, he had accepted himself, but that didn’t mean that she would, too, right?


He sent her this:

friends celebrating new year right?

Angela took out the big guns at that point. She’d make him understand, dammit!

No, I’m asking you out on a date!

In Genji’s mind, there was a nuclear explosion in the horizon, shaped like a heart.

He needed to make sure!


No! i mean it! I don’t want just your friendship! It’s not enough! Genji, will you go out with em?

(she made mistakes in her message for the first time that night)

Yup. That explosion was definitely shaped like a heart!

Genji barely managed to respond with: 

ill be there!

before he actually jumped on the roof from his open window and started sprinting and free-running on the rooftops in Gibraltar, howling like an excited wolf in joy under the moonlight.

Angela, from her side, face-planted on her bed, hugged her pillow and squealed like a little girl. 

Three minutes later, Hanzo’s cellphone rang. He groggily answered it before waking up completely from the news.

“Genji, I swear, if this is not an emergency… Wait, really?!”

“Dude! It’s 2 a.m.!” Jesse said, waking up next to Hanzo. 

dallio-morelli  asked:

Perhaps a piece that features Elia, the character, translated into any other universe? What kind of alternate setting would the stories you've written and experienced also transpire in?

So, confession: Elia actually already exists in another universe.

She’s drawn in part from a character I broke out of my main in TES: Oblivion. I realized after a certain point that I needed a character who was less devoted to the religious ideals of the Dark Brotherhood in order to complete some quests, and that I had already started forming the personality of this spectacularly physically talented but relatively irreverent and unprofessional Bosmer in my head. Here are three of her appearances in that story I enjoyed writing most (and ah, LJ, the memories…)

Lily glanced to her left, where her dark-haired companion sat pressed against the house’s foundation, eking out a meager protection against the early Sun’s Dusk blizzard. Despite being barely the end of autumn in other parts of Cyrodiil, in Bruma it was always winter. In truth, Elia’s golden scaled armor, despite its quilted padding beneath, was likely a good deal colder than Lily’s sinuous black leather jumpsuit. Besides, the grey-eyed elf had had the sense to don a thick woolen robe before venturing into Bruma’s frigid night.

“Are we about ready, then?” Elia’s voice was strained, and Lily caught a chatter of teeth.

A week or so past, she had accepted a contract that took her just past the border of Valenwood, and had hurriedly extended an invitation to her friend, who no doubt missed the trees of her homeland.

Elia had been shocked at the way Lily’s usually-shrouded grey eyes lit up with fury at the offer. The blonde elf hadn’t even dignified her with a response, and Elia had persisted with questions, risking Lucien’s wrath, until Lily finally snapped. Turning on her heel, Lily had caught Elia by the neck, dragging her into a sideroom in the Sanctuary. The following flurry of Bosmeri had been sharper than any knife, and by the time Lily had finished telling Elia precisely why she had no interest in an offer to return to Valenwood, Elia had been thoroughly terrified.

(the second half of)

Elia washed her hands before leaving the victim’s home. A short, strapping young Bosmer, with a shock of red hair that stood up like a sheaf of wheat, he was in the running for the easiest kill of her career.

Badly hung over, with a touch of moon-sugar, Elia guessed. He’d come stumbling through the door at nearly dusk, reeking of yesterday’s rotmeth and skooma, and boasting some vicious scrapes on his hands and knees - tree climbing gone awry, she supposed. He’d died soundlessly. The drugs and scrapes would make for an interesting autopsy - If one even occurs, she reminded herself. 


their tumblr blogs, moffat era
  • 11: videos of small animals making a fool of themselves tagged "AHAHA same," clumsy selfies of him and Amy making silly faces, hipster aesthetics ruined by enthusiastic and not at all restrained comments like COOOL I LOVE BOW TIES, tries to help out anons as much as he can but worries about them all the time, dance music and colourful toys
  • Amy Pond: hot selfies and silly selfies that are somehow still hot, sunset wild hair aesthetics, a surprisingly fervent passion for second-rate sci-fi, nail polish tutorials, occasionally mentions her various jobs offhand and confuses all her followers, super stylish minimalist theme with a splash of gif colour here and there
  • Rory Williams: instagram pictures of travelling, helpful text posts about how to look after yourself in tough situations "with love from a trained nurse", reblogs all of Amy's selfies with increasingly amazed 'i cant Believe i get to be with you' tags, occasionally reblogs 11 and Amy's conversations and reminds them both to turn off their capslock
  • River Song: curly hair positivity, photos of her standing on the Great Wall of China like 'i had the afternoon off so', archaeology blogging, space blogging, lowkey passionate about everything blogging, got that aggressively pan aesthetic like "i am a very queer woman so FIGHT ME"
  • Clara Oswald: "raise your hand if you are short and bi and here to fight", highkey literature nerd queen, secretly loves the Beatles but is too feminist not to criticise their behaviour, gets into fights about the historical legitimacy of Robin Hood, pretty minimalist floral theme with impressively organised tags, gay for Jane Austen, just wants to talk about ancient philosophy to anyone who will listen
  • 12: angry scot pride, sad pictures of misty moors, caffeine blogging, long rants about everything up to and including; banter, sword fighting, having to babysit small children, his friend's boyfriend who SUCKS, and people not paying attention to him. Moonlights as an absurdist "do you ever think about your kidneys, i mean REALLY think about them" shitposter. Reblogs Clara's occasional book and tea selfies with weird ambiguous comments like "you have enormous eyes" and "what's your nose even DOING" and "ok", mainly just messages her like "MUSHROOMS" and she's like "doctor my ask says you sent me this at 3am what is actually wrong with u". One time made a post which was just clara's name written out twenty one times
  • Missy: would shitpost from a shitposting jail if it had wifi, vagueblogs like "it's such a shame that some people don't know how to forgive even when u apologised three times for straight up murdering their friends", stalks Clara's blog and sends her little black heart emojis, messages 12 like "SEND ME NUDES", still thinks rick-rolling is fucking priceless
  • Danny Pink: "doctor i know it's you sending the 'u stink' messages please stop it's getting embarrassing"

captainimcrazylikethat  asked:

Wildehopps mama

  • Who said “I love you” first
    Nick did, it was totally an accident too like one night she was back visiting her family and they were talking on the phone and he went to say good night and “I love you” just slipped out. He was absolutely mortified and she had to hunt him down when she got back so she could tell him that she loved him too.
  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background
    Both. Judy asked if he would take a selfie with her and then saved it and set it as her background. Nick later secretly sent it to himself so he could set it, too.
  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
    Nick does, and sometimes he doesn’t actually mean for her to see it. Like he’ll write sappy things and she’ll see them later and take pictures of it and sent it to him and he’s always like “god damn it I forgot.”
  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts
    Judy omg. The girl has a terrible habit of just buying things on a whim because they remind her of people and Nick is the one she buys stuff for most often. He loves it though.
  • Who initiated the first kiss
    Judy did because she was tired of him pussy-footing around it, so one day after work she just straight up grabbed his tie and kissed him. Like right in front of Clawhauser. Who totally fainted.
  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning
    Judy does, it’s one of the only ways she can get him awake without him being a grouchy puss. 
  • Who starts tickle fights
    Nick, though he always regrets it because her first reaction to being tickled is to either punch him or kick him in the gut.
  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
    There is no asking, it just happens. Nick likes to sneak in on her for *ahem* “fun”, while she will do it to save on their water bill.
  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch
    Both. Judy will sometimes secretly pack like sandwiches and such, while Nick will show up with take-out every now and then.
  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date
    NICK BLESS HIS HEART. He was terrified of doing anything wrong and he actually stammered and fell over his own feet. Judy was the one who had to reassure him and hold his paw first.
  • Who kills/takes out the spiders
    Judy. Bunny is practically fearless.
  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
    Nick, and boy it does not take much prompting. When he’s like completely smashed he will get up on the highest point he can find and practically yodel about how much he loves her. Their coworkers will egg him on and it pisses Judy off every time because he keeps getting them kicked out of places.
funny story

so when I was in 4th grade there was this teacher I really hated. I don’t even remember her full name. but being the kid I was, I decided to write something on the bathroom wall. so I wrote “Ms B is a bitch” on the stall wall secretly.

so some teacher saw it eventually and after lunch one day, before they let us out for recess, they made all the 3rd and 4th grade girls stay in the caf while they explained that somebody had written a mean thing about a teacher and if that person came forward they wouldn’t be in trouble.

but I didn’t say anything bc even as a little kid, I knew that was bullshit. so they kept all the girls in for recess for like a week, because obviously nobody had confessed. it got to the point where the school social worker actually took handwriting samples and pulled a few girls out of class individually, including me. and when she asked me if I had written it, I looked her dead in the eye and said “no I didn’t, I promise!!” and I almost cried after bc I was so scared she would figure out I was lying.

and a day or two after that administration gave up and let the girls go out to recess again. they never did find out who did it but it was me. the biggest teachers pet ever.

Zayn Malik Reveals the Story Behind His Fifty Shades Collaboration with Taylor Swift

Zayn Malik and Taylor Swift‘s new single “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever” off of the new Fifty Shades Darker soundtrack quickly shot to number one after its release, and now the “Pillowtalk” singer is opening up about how the collaboration came to be.

“We were kind of in separate places when I mentioned the idea to her. I spoke to her on the phone and she heard the song because Jack [Antonoff] had played it to her,” the singer, 23, said Tuesday on the Elvis Duran and The Morning Show. “So she really liked it and she went in the studio the next day.”

Swift — who is close friends with both Malik’s girlfriend Gigi Hadid and the movie franchise’s leading lady Dakota Johnson — “was cool with it” after Malik asked her to collaborate on the track, which was written by Swift, Sam Dew and Antonoff (who also produced it).

“The interesting thing was she’s actually friends with Gi, so she already reached out because Jack had just played her the song anyway, just because we’d done it together and she really liked it,” says Malik.

Indeed, a source close to the superstars tells PEOPLE Swift, 27, was completely on board with the idea.

“Taylor heard an unfinished version of ‘I Don’t Wanna Live Forever’ and was immediately inspired to go into the studio, finish writing the song and lend her vocals to the track,” says the source.

It’s been more than two years since Swift released her record-shattering 1989 album in October 2014. On Tuesday (Swift’s 27th birthday), AT&T released new content on Taylor Swift NOW, a new video experience created by the company and Swift as part of her exclusive multi-year deal with AT&T.

-People (x)

anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario with Kiyoshi and his s/o after the game with Kirisaki Daiichi? Like she's crying and freaking out and everything. (Bonus points if you can somehow fit the seirin team marveling at the fact that Kiyoshi has a s/o, but I don't know if that would be too much to ask?)

(I had actually written something along these lines before so I hope this is sufficient, I didn’t post it to this blog for some reason whoops)

Kiyoshi Teppei: 

The match had almost done you in.

Watching from the crowd, able to see every foul move that Hanamiya made, left you nearly livid in your seat as you realized you couldn’t do anything. If the referee’s didn’t see Hanamiya in action, there was no way for them to stop it. Heart dropping as you watch him take another hit, you do your best not to bury your face in your hands, getting sick to your stomach simply from having to watch him endure this pain to protect the rest of the team.

But Kiyoshi had always been that way, and you should’ve known that from the moment he entered this match, he wasn’t going to allow any of his teammates to get injured.

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Weiss Schnee’s Guide On How To Deal With A Vampire Roommate Chapter 7

i dont even know what to put as chapter title

to those who are still reading this, thank you. thank you very much. 

thanks for putting up with this trainwreck.

Pairing: White Rose (EVENTUALLY. no really, let me put every single pairing possible in this fic before white rose)

Summary: Ryn wants to use the words ‘clusterfuck’, ‘fortnight’, ‘cumslut’, ‘fucksmithery’, and ‘bullshittery’ in one fanfic. 

I honestly need a chapter list. Here’s the previous.

Chapter 7: If plot twist bullshit prevents you from kicking them out, see Chapter 8.

When Weiss woke, there was a bandage strapped over her eye. She was human again. Memories from last night came streaming back, and she groaned.

“Good morning, Weiss!”

That voice. That stupidly adorable,obnoxiously lively voice. Why was she here? Oh right, she saved your furry hide last night.

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