since kat and i are talking about it

What happened at the Wayhaught Panel

I watched the Periscope and I tried to quote as much as I could. They might not be exact quotes though cause I’ve got hearing issues and tend to hear things wrong but I tried to quote as best I could. Anyway. This is the important stuff that happened at the Wayhaught ClexaCon Panel.

“It can always get gayer” Emily Andras about Wynonna Earp

“On a scale of one to gay…pretty gay” Dominique Provost-Chalkley about Wynonna Earp

Kat cut her hair specifically so she wouldn’t have to wear a braid anymore. She wanted Nicole to “Be sexier” Like she asked permission first and Emily said yeah. She said she wanted Nicole to let loose a bit more so she changed her hair. She thought the braid was a bit tightly wound.

Emily got asked about how she balances a happily ever after and still makes the relationship real and have the occasional problem like a real real does and she said that “You have to believe that even when they’re fighting they’re fighting for each other”

There’s a new cast member. I couldn’t really hear her name but I THINK Emily said her name was Tamara Duarte. (Correct me if I’m wrong)

They’re gonna continue Nicole’s Tumblr! And Waves might be involved as well!

When asked if Wynonna would have some thoughts on Wayhaught Kat,Dom and Emily all went “Oh yeah oh yeah.” In unison.

Wynonna does like Nicole but she’s very protective of Waverly.

Kat teased that there might be some tension surrounding Wynonna and Nicole since they both have very different personalities. (Possibly having to do with Wayhaught) “She thinks no one is good enough for Waverly much as she loves Nicole.” (Wynonna is who they were talking about)

Dom said she absolutely loves how Wynonna’s reaction and the way she feels about Wayhaught was written!

Wynonna and Nicole have a scene that Kat loves that they’re shooting on Thursday and it’s one of her favorite scenes she’s read of them and she can’t wait to shoot it.

Wynonna is oblivious to a whole new batch of things in season 2

Wynonna Earp is gonna be on Netflix in everywhere that doesn’t have it yet in May.

In season 2 “Waverly has such an insane season”

“Every episode is like what’s Dominique’s special skill this episode”

“Everything was nice for Nicole but this next season the barrier of nice is broken and everything gets a little more emotional and a little more frustrating”

Nicole’s “Barrier of nice” is broken and everything gets more emotional and frustrating for her.

WE GET NICOLE’S BACKSTORY. And according to Emily “It’s crazy”

“Doc has some really fun relationships this year with people who are unexpected”

They did a five second improvised Wayhaught scene that I couldn’t really hear.

There are two more posters they’re gonna release at various times

Emily said that the fandom is proof people want to hear stories about queer characters and strong women and now is a better time than ever to tell them.

Leading Suspects - Chapter 9

“Either you really don’t trust me with your baby or you actually took my advice and banged Sheriff Hot Buns.”

“Would you shut up for two seconds and listen to me? I’m in real trouble here, Jo,” I hiss and wave at Mary Jo Bristel across the parking lot. She shakes her head and returns the wave before climbing into her car.

“He was shitty, wasn’t he? Damn. It’s always the pretty ones who are all talk and no thrust.”

“I didn’t have sex with the Sheriff!” I shout and then cringe because Nelson Harris has halted on the stoop of his general goods store to gawk at me for a moment before he purses his lips and hurries back inside the building that’s in desperate need of a new coat of paint.

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The Start of Something Crazy - Chapter 1

A/N: Ahh! Here is chapter one of the prequel for Always Mine! If you have not already read Always Mine, no worries! You DO NOT have to read that to understand this! I really hope you guys like it! Don’t be afraid to let me know what you think! 

P.S: I am imagining Negan looks like his Ike Evans from Magic City :)

Summary: Before the apocalypse, Katherine was a normal twenty two year old girl. That was until she met the man who would soon change her life forever.

A loud, sharp, ringing jolted her out of her deep sleep. She let out a soft groan as she pulled her blanket over her head.

“Shut up!” She groaned, covering her ears with her hands trying to block out the noise. When the ringing stopped, she slowly pulled her hands away from her ears and poked her head out from under the blanket. She quickly ducked back under however when the bright rays from the morning sun hit her eyes. She reached a hand up to rub at her aching temples.

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Leading Suspects - Chapter 14

Happy Wednesday, Everlark Fandom and especially @peetabreadgirl! I think Katniss-Madge-Johanna is my favorite girl squad to write. ;-) Also, I’ll put links on to all previous chapters when I post 15 tomorrow. Enjoy!

“Christ on a cracker. How many green bean casseroles does one person need?”

I shove my fists into my tired eyes and try to remove the hallucination from my retinas. After Peeta and I finished fixing my mother’s roof last night, she tried to get us both to stay for dinner, but I insisted that I needed to get back to Madge and Peeta said he should probably get some work done at the bakery. When I got back to the house, the things he told me on the roof kept playing over and over in my head until my cranium decided to take up the drums as a hobby. Guilt and confusion and something that smelt suspiciously like longing kept me awake most of the night, tossing and turning. It’s been so long since I’ve had a decent cup of coffee. Which explains why I think I see Johanna in Madge’s kitchen.

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anonymous asked:

This is going to seem random, probably, but I've been wondering and I wanna make sure I'm using the right pronouns when I talk about you (since I may or may not scream about your awesome fanfiction to my friends all the time ha). So if you don't mind me asking, which pronouns do you prefer...?

She/her is cool, no worries. ^-^

Hello, baby. Part 20

He falls to the ground with me in his arms.
My legs are over one side of his body, like he’s cradling me.
I can’t stop crying, and I can’t stop loving him. He has his arms wrapped so tight around me it almost hurts. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks as we are tangled on the ground in front of the doctors office. 

“I didn’t. I don’t know. I thought you would be mad. You would of been mad. I know you are mad now.” My crying has slowed and my breathing has calmed, my voice is still shaken.

“I wanted it.” I whisper to him.
He gives me a tighter squeeze, I reply to the squeeze, “I want you more.” I can feel tears roll down my cheek as the words escape me. 

He holds me there, he knows what I said is true.
I move my head to look up at him, he has his head down but his eyes are closed tight in thought. 

“I don’t know what to do.” he whispers, his mouth barley moves when he talks.

I reach my hand up to his face. His eyes open and i was expecting them to be harsh but they were easy. 
“J. I, I, “ I can’t finish my sentence as his mouth locks with mine. I push his shoulders back, he pulls me closer.
Our lips smashed together, his kiss makes me dizzy, my thoughts are blurred.
I accept his tongue in, the emotions that once were come flooding back. My body feels weak, like he is taking every ounce of energy from me. My hands reach in his hair and he growls. His hands reach my side and he lifts me up just enough so I can straddle him. Our mouths never losing contact. His hands stay in the middle of my back, he adds pressure bringing me close to him. My hands are on the side of his face.
This wasn’t a ‘I can’t wait to get home and fuck you’ kiss.
This was ‘I fucking missed you.’ kiss.
Full of passion and misery.

There we were, consumed by each other in the middle of the sidewalk for all to see. All these people that have seen me walking up and down the street now know who I am. 
I know who I am. 

I push his face softly, I need to breath. He has a soft smile on his face and his eyes stay closed a second longer. 

“Has the storm calmed doll?” He pulls me close to him.

“For now.” I give him a peck. 

He picks me up with my legs still around his waist, he lets out a laugh and pries my legs off him and opens the car door for me. I slide in and he follows.

‘I never wanted to leave.
I never want to be without him.
I never want to wake up to an empty bed.
I never want to love anyone else.’ 

He looks over at me and gives a quick smile before looking at the back of the passenger seat. We are quiet in the car, I feel like we both want to explain ourselves but we don’t know how.
We pull up to the house and I let out a sigh.
it’s exactly where I want to be. He gets out first and holds his hand out, I grab onto his hand and exit the car. He places his hand on my lower back as we walk to the front door.
I smile as I walk through the door, it’s almost like seeing everything again for the first time.
His hand leaves my back and he walk to the kitchen and pours himself a drink.

“A little early for that?” I smile at him. 

He gives a soft look but doesn’t say anything.
He is standing one hand on the counter in front of him and the other on the drink. I walk behind him and wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his back. I can feel him let out a deep breath. ‘I wish he would just say what’s on his mind.’ I’m surprised he lets me stay that way for as long as he did. His cool hand touches my arm and gives it a light tug, asking to let go. I release my grip around him. He walks over to the couch and lays across it, he looks at me to join him. I crawl between his legs and rest my head on his chest, his arms collapse over me.

He lets out a deep breath, his eyes are closed. 

“J.” I close my eyes tight hoping I didn’t ruin something.

“Mmm” Is the noise he makes, like he is asking ‘what?’.

“I love you.” It comes up like vomit.

A few seconds pass, “Mhhhmm.” He gives another sound like ‘ok.’

I smile and close my eyes. He is still holding onto me, his grip never loosens. 
I know he at least accepted it this time.
We fall asleep.

J is awake underneath me, still on the couch. 

I tilt my head up and look at him, “You stayed?”

He just gives me a kiss on the forehead. I still have no idea what he is feeling. He has been so quiet since. I feel like he is going to snap on something so small and it is going to have a lasting effect.

“I don’t know what to do.” He sounds weak, broken maybe.

“About what, J?” I have my chin resting on his chest so I can look at him.

“All of this. Us.” He sighs and closes his eyes.

“What are you talking about?” My eyebrows come together,

“Kat, Katrina.” He cups my face in his hands. “Don’t you see I can’t give you this white picket fence life you want. I don’t want to keep you here hostage. At least not now. You wanted that baby. I don’t. You wanted to leave me. You wanted a different life. You wanted these things Katrina.” His hands fall to my back and he closes his eyes.

“I don’t want that. I don’t. I want to be here with you.” I reach up and kiss his jawline, I can feel my eyes start to water again, “I wanted the baby because I thought I was pregnant. I wanted to start over without you because of the baby, because I knew you wouldn’t want me. I knew you wouldn’t want it. I had to do what I had to do.” I sigh, “I was scared of how you acted the night you came in the hotel room. I have never seen you like that J. Thats why I said those things outside the doctors office. I wasn’t afraid of you, I was afraid of what came over you.”

He is quiet again, he clenches his jaw. I lay my head back down on his chest, listening to his heart beat. It is such a strange sensation listening to the heart beat of an actual psychopath, knowing their lack of reason and emotion. Knowing that he feels things but at the same time feels nothing. 

“I have a run soon, I need to get up.” He opens his arms up for me to get up.
I crawl off him and make my way to the kitchen.

Jackie stayed hidden all this time, she walks out from around the corner, she forces a sad smile and i go embrace her.

“Im ok, really. I am. I wouldn’t lie to you.” I let her go and her eyes are sad.

“Lucas told me. I-You were going to keep it.” Her voice breaks.

I nod at her, she can tell I don’t want to talk about that right now, she pauses and then asks “Would you like some coffee?”

“Yes, please.” I look at my hands, lost. She sets a cup of coffee in front of me and it breaks my thoughts. “How, how was it here?” I still keep my stare at my own hands.

“It, well it was different. He wasn’t here much. When he was it was almost terrifying. He can’t ever know I helped you Kat, he will kill me.” Her voice gets to a whisper. 

“I know. I have that money for you.” I sip my coffee, “I will have Lucas bring it in.”

She nods and puts her hand on mine, “I’m happy you are home. Please stay. It is so much easier here with you dear.” She smiles with her lips pressed together.

I give her half a smile and continue sipping my coffee.
I sit at the counter alone finishing my coffee, remembering the first encounter I had with J, a smile comes to my face thinking of the first time I saw his face, the first time he touched me.
I start to remembering the first time he hit me, our first fuck, the first passionate kiss, the first fight of many, the first time I fought back, all these things come running through my mind. 
My emotions are all over.
I set my cup of coffee down and head upstairs.

J is on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“Whats wrong J?” I hurry to his side and rest my hand on his shoulder.

“Nothing” He shrugs my hand off.

“J. Talk to me.” I get on my knees in front of him and pull his hands down so he will look at me. 

“How the fuck could you leave like that?” He stands up fast and is yelling right away.

I fall back and land on my elbows, “What?” I scoot back as he starts walking closer.

“Don’t play dumb with me.” He is snarling at me,

“I told you why!” I yell back, “I didn’t want to ruin your work, your life, you.” My voice gets quieter.

“Ruin me? Ruin me?” He laughs, “You are nothing to me. Now.” He is standing over me and raises his hand, I flinch and cover my face. He puts his hand back down, “Pathetic.”

He walks in the bathroom and slams the door.

My eyes are wide watching him, I am trying to realize what just happened.
‘He is trying to push me away.’
Anger floods me.
I get up and walk over to the bathroom, he didn’t lock it.
I slowly open the door and the shower is running, I look over and see him in it. 

I don’t think twice about it, i walk to the shower and get in fully clothed. 
He growls as he looks at me as the water runs over my clothes, giving the image of a wet puppy.
Rage takes over. I cock my head to the side.
He is facing me and I scream as i push him against the tiled wall, his eyes close tight as his back slams against it.
“I am not afraid of you anymore, when will you realize that?” I scream at him.

He shakes his head back and forth slowly. My breathing is hard and i take a step back. 
“Such a bad little girl.” He pushes me and i fly backwards shattering the glass shower wall. i land on the shards of glass and my head hits the floor. I groan as i try and get up, im to my knees and i feel the back of my head and my hand has blood on it.
I can feel my blood turn to fire. My adrenaline is so high nothing has a chance to hurt yet. I stand up and face him.

“Don’t do this Kat.” He is still shaking his head. 

I walk out of the bathroom and grab the gun he hides in his nightstand. 
I return to the bathroom, stepping on the bloodied glass, gun swinging in hand.

“I am. Not. Fucking. Scared of you.” I smile at him with my breathing rigid from anger. 

I pull the gun out and point it at him.

I aim straight for his head and pull the trigger.
He dodges down and runs at me tackling me by the waist. My back slams on the marble “Fuck!” I grunt, I throw the gun behind me knowing thats what he wants.
He growls in response and jumps to his feet is a swift motion, I roll to my side to get up and my ribs are met with his foot, a loud scream leaves me and so does my breath.
He does it again and then picks me up and throws me against the wall.
I knee him as hard as I can, this time I don’t miss. He hunches over in a groan and I knee him again, my knee hits his face. He stumbles to the side and i step back like I am watching the artwork i just created.
He comes to a stand and I can see fire in his eyes, there is barley any blue showing. 
I run out of the bedroom, i know where he hides a bigger gun.
I run into the lounge and he is following me letting that laugh ring through the house. I throw the door to the lounge open and go straight to the bar, a shot gun is strapped underneath it. 
I rip it off and crouch down by the side of the bar.
Waiting, listening.

I hear his footsteps approach and I don’t even look to aim, I let 3 shots out. 
I only have 3 shots left.
I stand up quick and he’s not there, I grab a bottle from the bar and start walking towards the door. I have my gun aimed, i throw the bottle out the door and shots ring out from the stairs. I run across and let 1 more shot out aiming at the stairs where I think he might be.
I hear him tumble down the stairs and I run towards the living room.
He laughs again, “Lets play doll.” he laughs out.

I can see him look into the lounge, searching for me. He walks out with his gun drawn. He checks the kitchen and behind the counters. 
I stand up quick aim and shoot, he drops down behind the counter.
He jumps up and runs at me, we are stopped.
We each have our guns aimed at each others head, our breathing is heavy, out bodies and bloodied and bruised.

We stand there for a few moments. 
At any second we could kill each other.

J points his gun down first, he looks at me, really looks at me, “I, I can’t.” He sighs, “I can’t do it.” 

My stare grows strong, my heart beating fast, “Come on!” I scream.

He drops his gun to the floor. I still have mine pointed at him. 
I try and hold back the tears but I can’t.
He takes a step towards me and pushes the gun out of my hands. His arms are wrapped around my waist as he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. 

Our lips meet and out tongues are intertwined. The metal taste of his blood is in my mouth as i’m sure he tastes the same. He makes his way to the stairs and walks up them to the bedroom. 
My hands are running through his hair and he is letting out growls as we make our way. 
He throws me on the bed and rips my pants off, he does’t waste any time tasting me.
His tongue is sliding up and down me and my back arches and I moan for him. He has his hands gripping my thighs tight and I have my hand putting pressure on the back of his head. My hips are meeting the motion of his tongue on my clit.
His hand reaches up my shirt and he goes under my bra, he lets out a groan on me as his hand is filled with my breast. I moan louder. 
He slides up to my face and starts biting my neck, my hands are quick to undo his pants, He reaches down and helps. 
As soon as he is free he thrusts his length inside me. 
I dig my nails into his back and scream his name.
He moves faster, he keeps his pace and my body is bouncing back on him with rhythm. 
He is grunting and moaning in my ear and biting my shoulder on occasion. 
His thrust get harder and I pull his face to mine and kiss him, I bite his lip as I pull away, “Daddy!” i scream out to him. 
He reaches and pulls my hair and I bite my lip and roll my eyes back.
He moans in my ear, “Fuck daddy like a good little girl.” 
He flips us, I throw my head back as I have control over the movements now.
I grind my hips into his, his hands trailing my body and squeezing my thighs. 
He growls with every move and I cant take it.
He places his thumb over my clit and starts moving in circles, I tighten around him and collapse on his chest, he moans loud and tightly grips my waist as we both finish together.

I climb off him, we are both breathing heavy. 
I start to laugh and he looks at me and joins.

“You are much more than a storm.” He laughs.

I lay back on my back, my chest rising and falling quickly, we are going to be sore tomorrow. 
I get up and throw on one of his shirts on and throw him a pair of boxers. 
I get back in bed and let out a sigh, feel his hands reach for me and he pulls me into him.
His chest against my back, he brushes my hair back with his hand. 
I smile at myself and close my eyes.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” he whispers in my ear.

Chills run through me, “Never.” I pull his hand around me tighter and link fingers with him.

He kisses the back of my neck.

Morning comes and Im tangled in him. Our legs are wrapped in each others, my face is close to his, his arm is around me. 
My eyes open slightly, his chest moving with his breathing, I open my eyes all the way and look at him. 
His eyes are already open and staring at me, “Good morning baby girl.” He pulls me in.

I nuzzle into him and groan, “Oh shit,” We both let out a small laugh. 

“Yeah.” he replies 

Our bodies are fighting any movements, the cuts and bruises scream for attention. 
I look up and his and he has a cut on his eye brow and his lip, i lift my head up and pull his chin down so I can kiss it. He purrs at me and I smile mid kiss.

“Tell me about that one.” I meet his eyes.

“What?” He looks at me confused.

“Tell me about that scar,” i point to new opened wound on his lip.

“It’s not a scar, yet.” He smiles at me.

“Please daddy.” I grin at him knowing thats a weakness.

he lets out a sigh, “It is a really short story doll.” He reaches his hand under my chin, he kisses me softly. 
His eyes are like a crystal clear ocean, my senses are on end, the soft silk sheets surround us, his hands are around me pulling me close.
I lick my lips and end with biting my bottom one.

“Once upon a time, an angel and devil fell in love.”

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Always Mine - Chapter 3

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

A/N: Here is chapter 3! I just wanted to thank all of you again for the tremendous amount of support on this story. It truly means a lot to me. I just recently started to think about a schedule for updating and I think I’m going to try and update every Sunday and Thursday. I hope you guys like this chapter and please feel free to let me know what you think!

Chapter Three:

Katherine sighed tiredly as she walked out of the hospital. She had just finished her shift at the nursery in the hospital where the staff could bring their children. Now don’t get her wrong, she loved her job. But with five infants and five toddlers, it could be a long day. Add on to the fact she had just gotten a phone call from her mother, nagging her about when she’d be coming back home to Atlanta.

Katherine had been lucky enough to get the job a couple months after finishing her degree in early childhood education. Sure her parent’s weren’t thrilled about her going to Virginia by herself. After all, she was only twenty two. But she assured them she’d be fine and she was.

She was so tired, she didn’t even realize the strap on her purse was close to breaking until it snapped and fell off her shoulder, sending all her belongings to the ground.

Groaning loudly, she immediately bent down, careful on how she moved since she was only wearing a sweater dress. She had gotten everything except she couldn’t find her car keys.

She started looking around her. She had been turned around when she heard a deep voice from above her.

Looking for these?” Turning around, Katherine looked up to see a tall, handsome man standing in front of her with a coffee cup in one hand and her car keys in the other. She smiled and stood up.

“I was. Thank you.” He handed the keys over to her and looked at her purse.

Should probably fucking fix that.” Katherine looked down at her broken bag and nodded.

Yea I know. Guess I should have known it was on it’s last leg.” She tucked a lock of her brown hair around her ear, something she always did when she was nervous and boy was she nervous. There was a handsome man in front of her and she saw the way his eyes looking her up and down.

They stood in silence for a few seconds before Katherine smiled.

“Well thank you for finding my keys.” The man nodded as she walked around him and started making her way back ot her car.

Wait!” Katherine’s eyes widened as she turned back around. The man was smirking at her as he walked up to her. “I did just fucking help you out. Don’t you think I deserve to know your name?”

Katherine’s cheeks flushed and she bit her bottom lip.

Well I don’t usually give my name out to strangers. How do I know you’re not crazy?” The man gave a deep laugh. He grinned and poked his tongue out between his lips, licking them.

I fucking promise you, Doll. I’m not crazy.” Katherine felt butterflies in her stomach when he called her doll. She looked up at him as he kept the smirk on his face, waiting for her response. Sighing quietly to herself, she spoke.

I’m Katherine.” The man grinned and nodded.

“Katherine. That’s a nice fucking name.” Katherine blushed and smiled.

Thank you. And what’s your name?”

The man smirked.


Katherine’s heart clenched at the memory she just had. That had been the first time she had ever met Negan. She remembered thinking how handsome he was and how much he seemed to like to curse. After their first meeting, she never thought she’d see him again but the next day while she was working on the nursery, he came and visited. Even to this day, she didn’t know how he knew where in the hospital she worked.

She stared blankly out the windshield as they continued to drive. She tried to move as far away from Negan as possible. She could feel his eyes on her but never looked his way. She wasn’t shocked when he took her. Hell, she would have been more shocked if he hadn’t but that didn’t mean she was silently hoping her father came and rescued her.

The cab of the truck they were in shook as they hit a bump in the road.

‘Probably a walker’ she thought.

“Fucking take it easy, Davey. We got special cargo with us.” Negan smirked, wrapping an arm around Katherine’s shoulder’s. Katherine tensed, much to Negan’s amusement.

“Relax them shoulder’s, Kitty Kat. No need to be so fucking scared.” He laughed but Katherine just remained quiet and tense.

It was mid afternoon by the time they got to where Katherine assumed was their camp. She watched as they pulled into a big factory. She swallowed the lump in her throat and willed herself not to cry. When the truck stopped, Negan opened his door and stepped out, grabbing Lucille before looking at Katherine. He grabbed her right wrist and pulled her out of the truck.

Katherine stumbled slightly before standing straight. She couldn’t help but let her eyes wander. Her eyes widened when she saw a bunch of walkers off to the side in a caged yard. There looked to be men in there, pushing them away and trying to impale them on sticks.

“Welcome to The Sanctuary, Sweetheart.” Katherine looked up at him, seeing a smirk on his face as he let her wrist go and turned around to talk to his men.

Turning back around to look at all the trucks, she saw Dwight pulling Daryl out of one of them. She watched as Dwight started dragging him towards the factory. Their eyes locked and Daryl started to fight slightly but stopped when Dwight held a gun to him. Katherine shook her head slightly. Daryl had already been hurt. She didn’t want anything more to happen to him.

Katherine watched as Dwight pushed him into the factory and shut the door.

“Fuck, he’s a tough one. He’s gonna be fun to break.” Katherine jumped hearing Negan’s chuckling voice right in her ear. She hadn’t even realized he had snuck up on her. He swung an arm around her shoulder’s and smirked down at her. “Let’s go see your new fucking home.”

He started walking, pulling Katherine along with him.When they walked into the factory, she heard bustling down below them. Peaking her head over the railing of the platform they were on, she saw tons of people. Some were working while others were sitting around. She noticed how they looked up and immediately got down on one knee as her and Negan walked past. Negan hadn’t even acknowledged them. Instead he whistled and kept his grip on Katherine.

Katherine kept her eyes on the ground most of the time. She noticed how the floor go nicer as they walked through the factory. She didn’t know where they were going until Negan stopped, making her stop as well.

She looked up and saw a wooden door in front of them. Negan kept whistling as he pulled a key out of his jean pocket and slid it into the lock, unlocking the door. Once he heard the door clicked, he pushed it open and turned to Katherine, grinning at her.

“After you, Doll.”

Katherine looked at him confused, making no move to walk in. Negan just laughed and grabbed her wrist again, pulling her inside. Katherine stumbled but thankfully didn’t fall as she looked around. It was large bedroom. Larger than some of the ones back at Alexandria. It had two black couches, a small wooden coffee table in the middle of them. To her left was a king sized, four poster bed with navy sheets.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out where she was. She was in Negan’s bedroom.

Her heart started beating fast when she heard the bedroom door close and his heavy foosteps coming up right behind her. She tried not to tense when she felt two gloved hands settle on her shoulder’s.

“Make your self at fucking home, Kitty Kat.” He pushed her towards one of the couches. She could feel his eyes burning into her back as she slowly walked over and sat down. Quietly laughing to himself, he walked over and sat on the couch opposite of her. Leaning Lucille next to him, he pulled his gloves off and threw them down on the coffee table.

It was silent between the two for what seemed like forever. Katherine shocked herself by being the first one to speak.

“W-what are you gonna do with Daryl?”

Negan smirked.

“That’s all fucking up to him. But let’s not talk about him, let’s fucking talk about you.” He poked his tongue out between his teeth as he grinned at sat on the edge of the couch.

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 “Now where in the fuck did my little Kitty Kat run off to?”

Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat. He stared at her intently until she answered.

“B-back to Atlanta.” She hated how much her voice shook. She hated knowing how much one man scared her. Since the apocalypse, she thought she had gotten stronger both physically and mentally. But that seemed to have gone out the window now.

“Yea I should have fucking guessed that. You were always going on and on about how you wanted to fucking go home.”

All Katherine could do was nod. He was right. She had always talked about heading back home to Atlanta, even before everything went to shit with her and Negan. Negan becoming crazy just made her want to go home even more. But he was always there, persuading her some way or another to stay. It wasn’t until she had finally had enough that she left without saying good bye or anything.

Negan’s smile suddenly dropped as he stood up and walked over, sitting on the table in front of her. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

“Who the fuck gave you permission to leave me?” This was another thing she didn’t miss. His mood swings.

“ I didn’t need permission,” she said, trying to keep her voice even. Her answer only seemed to make him angrier since his grip tightened on her chin, making her wince.

“Now that’s where you’re fucking wrong, Katherine.” Katherine knew she was in trouble. Negan had rarely ever used her full name always calling her either Kitty Kat or Doll. He only used Katherine when they were fighting or he was angry at her. “You did need permission. My fucking permission.”

Katherine felt a tear fall from her eye as he continued.

“You are mine,” he growled. “You are in my home now and you will fucking listen to me or there will be severe consequences. This is a new fucking world, Doll, and I’m in charge now. Not your daddy, not that dumbass redneck. Me. Do we fucking understand each other?”

Katherine looked into his dark eyes. When she didn’t answer, he grabbed her chin harder, making her yelp.

“I said do we fucking understand each other?” He raised his voice that time. Katherine swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded as best she could since he had a hold of her chin. Negan nodded along with her.

“Good. Good fucking girl.”

She thought he was going to let her chin go but he didn’t. His eyes dropped down to her lips instead. He flicked his tongue out to lick his while he grinned.

“Ya know, that kiss back there was just to fucking piss your daddy off. Why don’t we have a proper one now.” Before she could answer, he pulled her into for another kiss. His rough lips claimed hers over and over again. 

Katherine didn’t kiss back. Instead her mind flashed back to another memory.

You know, I think my supervisor is beginning to think you’re stalking me.”

Negan laughed as he and Katherine walked side by side through the halls of the hospital, both heading out to their cars. It had been almost two weeks since they had first met and almost everyday since then, Negan would come visit her and the kids at the nursery. He would come just owards the end of her shift and then walk her out to her car afterwards.

She gonna call fucking security on me?” Katherine laughed and shook her head.

Probably not. But she’d probably give me the pepper spray she has.” Negan chuckled as they walked out of the hospital and towards where her car was.

I would be fucking pissed if you pepper sprayed me, Doll.”

Katherine laughed again, her stomach errupting with butterflies like it usually did whenever he called her Doll or Kitty Kat.

I wouldn’t. Unless you go crazy or something.” Negan smirked as they stopped in front of her 2012 black Nissan Altima.

Fuck, I already told you I’m not crazy.” Katherine smiled as she opened her driver’s side door and tossed her new purse inside. She stoo back up straight, jumping when Negan was right in front of her. Since he was taller than her, she had to look up at him. She felt a shiver run down her spine at the look in his eyes.

His hand came up to grip her chin.

“W-what are you-.”

Her question was cut off when she felt a pair of lips on her own. Katherine’s blue eyes widened before they fluttered shut and kissed back. This was something she had been wanting for almost a week now. She couldn’t help but smile to herself as they continued to kiss in the parking lot.

Unlike then, Katherine didn’t want this. She didn’t know what came over her, but she found herself pushing Negan away. Her actions shocked herself. She hadn’t pushed him away when he did it in front of her father, so why did she push him away now?

'It’s cause you’re not in front of your friends and family who Negan could have hurt had you pushed him away.’ Her brain said to her.

She expected Negan to be mad but instead he just laughed.

“I fucking get it, Doll. You’re still upset about everything. Still in fucking shock about us being back together. I get it.”

He stood up and walked over, pouring himself a drink from the cart that was across the room. Katherine sat there, her thoughts racing.

“Who were all those people down there?” She asked after a few seconds. Negan turned back around, a glass of scotch in his hand. He took a sip as he walked back over to sit back on the table. Katherin sat back a little, just enough so her chin was out of his reach.

“They all work for me. They work for points.”

Katherine furrowed her eyebrows.


Negan nodded and sipped his drink.

“Yup. You work, you fucking get points and that’s how you get stuff. You don’t have enough points, tough fucking luck. You gotta work harder. The only ones who don’t have to work, are my wives.”

Katherine’s eyes widened. Wives? As in more than one?

“W-wives?” Negan smirked and nodded.

“Yup. Got fucking five of them. You of all fucking people should know, Kitty Kat, that I am not a one girl kind of guy.”

Katherine shook her head, running her fingers through her hair.

“Oh what’s the fucking matter, Doll. Jealous?”

Katherine shook her head again. She wasn’t jealous. Disgusted was more like it.

Negan finished the rest of his drink and put the glass down on the table.

“Fuck, ya know what? Maybe now that you’re here, I don’t need them. We had a lot of fucking fun from what I can remember. And fucking trust me, I think about that shit all the time.”

Katherine just kept her gaze on the ground. Negan just chuckled and stood up.

“Come on, Doll. Laugh a little. I’ve missed it.” He walked over and grabbed Lucille, picking her up and putting her on his shoulder. “Come on.” Katherine slowly stood and walked over to him. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of his bedroom. They walked down the hall until they stopped at a door. Negan opened and nudged Katherine inside. 

Stepping in, she saw it was another bedroom, this one about the same size as her’s back at Alexandria. Her heart clenched at the thought of her old room. When would she see it next? Her thoughts then drifted to Judith, her baby sister.  Would she ever see her again? Ever since their mom died, she had promised to do anything and everything for her baby sister. And now she didn’t know when she’d see her next.

“This is your new fucking room, Doll. Hope ya like it. I gotta go handle some business. Ya know, let everyone fucking know what a success our trip was.”

Her eyes filled with tears as his footsteps came near her.

“I’ll be back in little bit. Think about what I said back there.”

Katherine didn’t answer him but she knew what he was talking about. The whole wife thing.  Negan grinned at her and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as the door was shut, Katherine walked over and sat on the bed. Gripping the flannel blanket below her, she allowed the tears to fall freely. Her bodies shook with as she cried harder and harder.

“What am I going to do?” She whispered to herself. She laid down on the bed, facing away from the door. Her cries slowly stopped as she drifted off to sleep.

Outside the door, Negan smirked hearing her. After her cries stopped and he assumed she had fallen asleep, he lifted Lucille back onto his shoulder and began walking down the hallway, whistling a happy tune.

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I know a few people that follow me care about tokyo ghoul since i got a reaction last time so im gonna freak out about this here but i just did cosplay speed friending at Tekkocon and this girl cosplaying Uta sat across from me and was so in character it was terrifying

im currently Akaashi from Haikyuu and she knew the show so she asked about injuries people get playing volleyball so i talked about Tsukkis finger and the #deadchi jokes and she slammed her hands on the table and was like THATS WEAK LET ME TELL YOU SOME SHIT and went on this rant about what her character and Kankei go through in the manga and ended it “talk to me when you know real pain”

She was so creepy but like a good in character creepy and so fucking nice when she wasnt in character and basically im in love???? My tokyo ghoul obsession was single handedly dragged back in by her God Bless

Well, since Kat is at the movies and I have no one to talk about Nunbal with, I guess I’ll work on that Jinyoung gif set I’ve been putting off and answer that fic rec ask

okay. i’ve got the longest ‘brief history of aids’ done so far and i still want to add to it but i won’t. now i can move on to talking about lupin and werewolves and social models and how i basically hate rowling with the flaming rage of a valkerie but since it’s nearly 2 am imma sleep before i get to that

this thing is nearly 7k so far and i know i’ve got another 1 or 2k at least for the werewolf section alone. then another 3-5k for each of the other sections (if i’m lucky) so, this article is gonna be around 20k of academic-speak

Originally posted by gif-007

And while pepole still talk about the possible romance between Clary and Alec I continue to love my brotp as I’ve always done since the moment he pushed her out of the elevator to force her to talk to Jace

anonymous asked:

How do kat and others supposedly even hear these things when nothing about contracts should be talked about past the actor or actress, network and their agent or agents. I kind of understand why folks get caught up and buy into what kat and others are saying since we don't have anything coming from the folks that matter its hard to not at times get caught up in the rumors and all that are going around. This not knowing is driving fandom crazy.

I don’t know how they know, and that’s a question that should be directed to them. I also don’t wanna discuss what shipmates are saying and what they know and might not know. It makes me extremely uncomfortable.

There comes a point though where people in the fandom have to choose what they wanna believe and how they wanna react to it. People want they want, I get it. I know what I want. Give me a 13 episode seasons spin-off on Netflix without Adam and Eddie as show runners, capable writers, with Jen and Colin as the main characters and I’ll weep for joy. I’ll even take a selfie of myself ugly crying if that ever happens and I’ll post it online.

We got a really good Captain Swan episode last night. We got foreshadowing, we got Killian working with Tiger Lily to get Emma something that might potentially help her in this final battle, we had Snow making a sacrifice for Emma for a change. We got a Captain Swan reunion, an engagement. We know which side of the bed Emma and Killian favor, because that was the only way we were ever going to find out, if everyone was asleep at the same time (you can insert the sarcasm in for this last part). And we got an awesome poster for the wedding. It’s a really huge milestone for the show and for two characters that have come such a long way.

It’s probably better if we focus our energies on this instead of these rumors that turn into gossip. I’m a fan of neither.

anonymous asked:

Has Tom talked to you since Kat gave him that flash drive? Do you think his father really set up his mother and used him like that? What are your thoughts on the whole thing, both in general and in how it'll affect your family and Tom.

What flash drive? The last I heard from @askthomasvincentkeen was when he left me a voicemail saying that he was heading home. He mentioned how his mom was in jail and his dad was the head of the company, but nothing about any sort of flash drive. 

Imagine #5 My Valentine

Originally posted by carboneross

February 14th…

Valentine’s Day… Our special day. Not only was it Valentine’s Day to us, but Neymar also asked me to be his on this day, exactly 2 years ago. But just like every day I had to go to college and Neymar had to train for his upcoming match.

I was getting ready for college, so I took a quick shower and put on a casual red dress with a pair of wedges. I quickly added just a little bit of make-up to my face. I grabbed my bag and phone and headed downstairs, only to find him making breakfast in just his boxers. I sneaked up from behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Happy Valentine’s Day baby,” I greeted him, leaving a kiss on his bare back. I felt his muscles relax under my touch and he turned around. “Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N.” He smiled giving me a kiss. “So what are you making?” I asked looking behind him. “French toast with strawberries.” He grinned. I moaned just hearing the words french toast, however, it made Ney laugh at me. “Ugh, you know I like french toast, yours especially.” I winked at him. “Baby, you love my french toast.” He said winking back. “That sounds weird,” I made a weird face and he laughed, “So what are you gonna do today?” I asked him. “I’m gonna wait for you to come home when I’m done training.” He smirked. I smiled at him, “I’m so lucky to have you amor.” I couldn’t help but kiss his lips. He broke the kiss some time later and said, “C'mon, let’s eat querida.”

After half an hour I left the house and drove off to my university. When I got there I stepped out of my car and entered the campus. I met up with my best friend Katerina and together we walked to our first class of the day.

“So have you made any plans with Drew?” I asked her, wiggling my eyebrows.

“Stop it girl,” She laughed, “But, yes, he is taking me out and then we’ll see what happens.” She blushed.

“Aww, you’re so in love! I’m happy he’s treating you well, you deserve it.” I smiled at her.

“How about you? Are you and Neymar up to something?” Now it was her turn to wiggle her eyebrows.

“Well, no not really, he said he’ll be waiting for me. So I guess we’re just gonna hang out at home.” I told Kat. “But maybe he has a surprise for you.” She squealed excitingly. “I doubt that, he is training hard for his upcoming game, so he hardly has time.” I said. We dropped the subject and took a seat in the auditorium. We nearly fell asleep during class, because the man was just going on and on about the same thing. This lasted for almost an hour, then he thankfully moved on to something else and after 45 minutes we got dismissed. One down, two to go…

Our second class was over which means lunch break. Kat and I got ourselves Starbucks first and then quickly went to get something from Subway. We chose to sit outside since there was a pleasant temperature today. We talked about some random things and ate our delicious subway meanwhile.

Third class of the day was pure torture. Boring would be an understatement, but hey, if I want to graduate, I will have to cope with it. Kat and I were now walking with a good friend of ours, Ashley, towards the parking lot. I looked on my phone to check the time, “Oh my god. I totally forgot. I promised my mom I would help her with her bakery shop.” I sighed. “Oh chica.” They both looked at me with sympathetic looks.

“It’s fine, I’ll try to not make it long, I really want to spend the rest of the day with Ney,” I said, “You girls have fun tho, catch y'all later.” I both hugged them.

“Bye, Y/N! See ya tomorrow!” They waved bye.

I got into my car and started driving towards the bakery shop my mom and dad owned. We sell a lot of brazilian sweets, since we’re originally from Brazil. It’s actually where Neymar and I met. I smiled to myself remembering that day. The shop is doing good though, it gets a lot of customers, so I promised I helped them when I could.

I walked inside and saw my mom frowning at me.

“Hey mom,” I gave her a kiss on the cheek, “Where’s dad?” I asked.

“He’s in the back. Y/N, why are you here?” She asked me.

“I promised I’d help you today, remember?” I answered, a little confused.

“Oh right, oh god…” She muttered under her breath, “Listen, you should go home filha. I want you to enjoy the rest of the day.” She smiled at me.

“Are you sure mom?” I asked her even more confused, but happy at the same time.

She nodded and gave me a hug, “Yes honey, you deserve it.”

“Well, let me just say hi to dad.” And I ran off to the back, quickly greeted him and then back to the front.

“Thanks mom! See you soon.” I waved her goodbye.

“Have fun!” I heard her shout.

I got into my car again, put my sunglasses on and raced home. It’s been a tiring day. I pulled up in our driveway and got out of the car. I grabbed my keys and opened up the door. I dropped my bag on the floor and closed the door behind me.

“Neymar! I’m home!” I shouted so he could hear me, wherever he was.

No answer.

I started walking towards the backyard, but no he wasn’t there. Upstairs maybe? I walked to the staircase and what I saw made my heart flutter. There were little candles on each step and at the bottom there was a letter. I picked it up and began to read it.

Dear Y/N,

To some people February 14th is just another day.
For me this is a day to take time and say… I love you.
Stop, and think what we’ve been through and how much our love has grown.
Yes, we fight,
And I’ve lied,
But never forget for you I would die.
Everyday I see your beautiful, smiling face,
And there are moments that I stare and you take my breath away,
and leave me with nothing to say,
On this special day,
I ask myself how it is possible to love a person so much.
My heart has been permanently touched.
All the tears and pain seem to go away.
The pieces of my heart that were chiseled away, you make them ok.
Once there was a deep dark hole nobody could touch,
Until you came and filled it with all your love.
On this special day I want you to know,
I love you,
More than I could write down, tell, explain or even try to show,
In this life or the next.
I’ve done things I regret,
And they hurt you inside and made you cry,
But let those things die,
Not you and I.
I want to be with you the rest of my life,
Until the day I say good-bye.
So on this Valentines Day I want to say,
I love you and will always be with you.

Your Neymar.

That is honestly the most beautiful thing I have ever read. It brought so many tears to my eyes. I walked up the stairs and wondered where he could be. I tried our bedroom first and I think I am going to have a heart attack soon, because I don’t think I can take any more surprises. On the king-sized bed was a heart made out of rose petals and the rest of the room had some lit up candles. There was also some romantic, swaying music playing. But still, he wasn’t here.

“Neymar?” I called desperately, I need to see him. I looked around the room one more time. I started walking towards the bathroom, “Si, amor?” I heard his deep voice say.

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around. And there he was, standing closely to the balcony door, which was slightly opened. He looked smoking hot. His hair was styled to perfection, he wore a black suit with expensive looking shoes and held a big bouquet of red roses in his hand. He looked at me with an evident smirk playing on his lips and he slowly walked over to me.

“Happy 2 year anniversary baby.” He said reaching me. He held out the flowers for me to take and I gladly accepted them.
I looked up at him and finally said something, “Happy 2 year anniversary Neymar.” I started tearing up again.

He smiled and grabbed me by my waist and brought me closer to him. He then wiped away my tears and put his hand on my cheek.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“For?” He asked me with questioning eyes. “Thank you for this, for everything. For always being there for me, for making me happy. For treating me like a real queen. I love you so much Ney. I am so blessed to have you.” I smiled while telling him this.

He brought his head closer to mine and I could feel his breath fanning my face.

“Anything for you Y/N. You’re my sun, you make me shine like diamonds.” He winked.

“You’re being very poetic today, huh.” I teased him laughing. With that I closed the gap between us and we kissed passionately. He moved his lips to my neck and left some sweet kisses there. He then stopped himself and took my hand, “The food is getting cold.” He winked.

“You’re crazy for doing all of this.” I commented while shaking my head.

After our dinner outside on the balcony it started to get a little chilly. So we went back inside and there was still music playing. I recognized the song as Make Love by Chris Brown.

I was already sitting on the edge of the bed but Neymar had some other plans for now.

“Can I have this dance with you?” He asked smoothly holding out his hand.

“Yes sir.” I smirked giving my hand to him and let him lead. We sensually danced to the song and knowing Ney he got a little excited. He started kissing my neck again, this time more aggressively. He slid his hands from my waist to my ass. I moaned as his tongue worked magic on my skin. Soon one thing led to another and that’s how a perfect day came to an end.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request something anything with MGG and the reader, just fluff or sum' I'm not a particularly creative mind but I love your work on MGG and I want more

I can most certainly do this for you!  For the Nonniepot who asked for the Matthew imagine where the reader was about 8 years younger than he is and they are dating…this is your particular one!  Here is the one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

Squeezing his hand, you watched as his breathing picked up.  His chest was moving a bit faster, and his intake of breath a bit shorter.

“Matthew, it’s alright,” you coo, rubbing his thumb with yours, “I’m sure everything is going to be just fine.”

“I know, I just…”

Hearing him sigh tore you to shreds.  You know he had caught a lot of negative media when he was supposedly linked to Taylor, with a great emphasis on their almost 10 year age difference.

And with you being 8 years younger, he was incredibly worried that it would happen again.

“I just don’t…you know how the media is, labeling you things you’re not,” he says, growing agitated behind the wheel of his station wagon, “I mean, come on.  Child predator!?”

Wincing at the phrase, you bite your lower lip as you lean over and give him a light kiss on his cheek.

“Everything’s going to be just fine.  It’s a nice dinner with your friends, and if anyone taking pictures asks about us, we’ll just tell them the truth and show them how happy we are.”

Pursing his lips into a thin line, you lower your voice.

“We are happy…right?”

Whipping his head over to you, he sees your furrowed brow and your slightly defeated expression as your eyes scream out mercy.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says, picking your hand up to his mouth and giving it a light kiss, “I just…I think you’re incredible.  It’s hard, y’know?  Being me, and being weird, and being so family-oriented, and finding someone that accepts all of that plus my insane work schedule.”

“Good thing I’m independent,” you say mockingly, winking at him as he chuckles and puts his eyes back on the road.

“Although, this traffic…” he mutters under his breath.

Giggling, you take your free hand and turn on the radio, listening as “Cake By The Ocean” comes barreling through the speakers.

Looking in Matthew’s direction, bouncing up and down in your seat as you sing horrendously loud to the song on the radio, he starts laughing at you and joins in as a way of passing the time on the busy LA turnpike.


Finally parking in the back, Matthew jogs around and opens your door, helping you out of the car.

“It’s alright.  I know where they’re seated and I told them what to order us for drinks.”

“I hate that we’re late,” you say, a worried expression on your face, “I mean, I haven’t even met them yet.  What if they think I made you late?”

“Oh, Y/N,” he sighs, kissing you on the forehead as the two of you walk hand-in-hand up to the front of the restaurant, “They’re going to love you.”

Grazing towards the back, watching as people whip their heads around to get a glimpse of your boyfriend, the hostess leads you behind a set of double doors, dumping out into a back room where people were sitting around a huge round table, two empty seats over to the left, one with an appletini and the other with a glass of red wine.

“Perfect,” you whisper, looking up at him and smiling.

There’s the happy couple,” a man says, getting up and crossing the room.

“Heeeey, Matthew,” he says, the older gentleman coming over and enveloping him in a hug.

As the rest of the people in the room follow suit, you apologize furiously for being late as everyone hugs and/or shakes your hand.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” the older gentleman said as he grabs your shoulders to take a good look at you.

“Matthew, I’m ashamed of you,” he says, turning back to him and giving him a mockingly scolding look, “You said she was pretty, but you never said she was breath-taking.”

As your eyes go wide and your cheeks flush, a tall, muscular man comes and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

“You’re going to embarrass her, Joe,” the man says.

“Shemar!” Matthew yelps, jumping up and giving the man a huge hug.

You recognized the name.

“It’s so nice to finally put a face to the name,” you say, shaking his hand one more time as Matthew finally lets him go.

“All bad things, I hope,” he winks at you as a smiling blonde pushes her way through.

“Oh.  My.  God.  I love your dress!” she squeals, hugging you tight as she takes in a deep sniff.

“And your perfume!  You’ve gotta tell me what it is.  Here, come sit by me.”

Dragging you to the table, she switches the red wine glass and your cocktail, sitting you down as she faces you and puts her hands on your knees.

“It’s so wonderful to finally see Matthew so happy over someone,” she gleams, her smile big and warming, “I can’t believe he waited so long in introducing you to us!”

“I think it was more precautionary than anything,” you state, “I mean, he probably wanted to see how us working with his schedule would be before he started…you know…integrating me.”

Integrating.  Oooooh, sounds dirty,” a brunette comes over and puts her hand on your shoulder.

“Paget!” you say, jumping up and hugging her, “I thought you and Steve were going to be out of town,” you inquire.

“We postponed when we got the invite for the dinner to formally meet.  I mean, I know we know each other through the guys, but I wanted to be able to actually introduce myself.”

“I am so jealous,” the blonde says, still not having given you her name.

“I’m sorry, Miss…” you trail off, raising your eyebrows hoping she would get the point.

“Oh!  Oh my god!  I’m so sorry.  I’m Kirsten,” she says, holding out her hand.

“Got it.  Kirsten, Joe, Shemar, Paget, I believe the blonde over there is A.J., aaaaaand…the other man is…”

“Thomas,” Paget helps you.

“Yes!  Alright.  Almost there,” you say, a smile crawling across your face as Matthew catches your eye and winks at you.


“She’s gorgeous, man!” Shemar says, patting Matthew on the back, “Way to go, lover boy.”

“She seems to be getting along with the girls alright,” Thomas says, looking over at A.J., “Why aren’t you over there with them?” Thomas asks.

“I knew Kirsten would be all over her, and I want her to breathe before another blonde descends,” she says, chuckling as she sees Kirsten waving her hands in the air as she talks.

“Are you happy?” Joe says, diverting the conversation back to Matthew.

“The happiest I’ve been since…well…since Kat,” he admits.

And as he watches smiles creep across everyone’s face, Shemar finally says it out loud.

“Good.  It’s about damn time you were over her.”


As everyone settles back into their seats, Matthew comes and sits beside you, sliding his hand onto your knee under the table cloth.

“Don’t get any ideas,” you lean over and mutter into his ear, eliciting a sly grin from him as he kisses the tip of your nose lightly.

“The two of you are just adorable,” A.J. says as the waiter comes around to get everyone’s order, “Just know…if you hurt him, you have all of us to deal with.”

“All is fair and love and war,” you say, taking his hand and holding it close, “I can’t promise there won’t be hurt, but I can promise that there will never be intentional hurt.”

“Spoken like a true oracle,” Kirsten says, raising her glass in the air.

“To Matthew and Y/N, may their journey, whether long or short, involve laughs, cuddles, and lots of sex.”

“Here, here!” everyone says through their laughter, clinking glasses as the waiter exits with the orders in hand.

Looking over at Matthew wearily as the conversation dies down, Paget picks up on the uncomfortable nature of your facial expression.

“You ok, Y/N?” she asks, trying not to draw the attention of everyone else.

“I’m just…surprised is all,” you say.

“Surprised about what?” Thomas asks, taking a sip of his water.

Looking over at Matthew hesitantly, he gives you a light nod.

“Is…is age…you know…important here?” you ask.

“Well, what do you mean?” Shemar inquires, his brow furrowing.

“I mean, you know…Matthew caught a lot of ridicule from the media with the whole ‘supposedly dating Taylor’ debacle, and I was just…curious.”

“Well, Matthew’s 32.  How old are you?” Joe asks.

Looking nervously over to Matthew, your hand shaking within his, he picks up the conversation for you.

“She’s 24.  She’ll be 25 in a couple of weeks,” he says.

“You’re kidding.  She’s only 24!?” Kirsten gasps as Paget elbows her in the rib-cage, watching your expression fall to the floor as your gaze descends into your lap.

“No, no, no!  I just meant that, well…you’re so mature for your age.  You have a wonderful sense of passion, and the way you talk and present yourself, I was only expecting you to be a couple of years younger than Matthew…not 8!”

Lifting your gaze back up to meet hers, Paget reaches over and takes Matthew’s other hand.

“Age doesn’t mean shit if you’re happy,” she says, eyeing the both of you, “Own it, and don’t be ashamed.  That’s the worst thing you could give the media.”

Nodding slowly, you feel Matthew slip his arm around you and pull you close to him, the smell of food getting closer as he kisses your temple.

“I love her,” he says to Paget, squeezing your shoulder with his hand, “and we’ll navigate this media issue together.”

Looking up at him with wondrous eyes, you stammer, “Y-you…you love me?”

“Yes,” he whispers, dipping down and kissing your lips lightly, “I do.”

“I love you, too,” you whisper against his lips as your food is set in front of you.

“Why don’t you guys eat some sustenance to carry you through tonight’s…activities,” Shemar suggests, wiggling his eyebrows as you pick up your cloth napkin and throw it at him.

“Perfect shot!” Paget yells, throwing her hands up in a touchdown sign.

And as the group starts talking again and eating their food, you pick up your utensils and relax enough to eat, riding the high of his declaration of love all the way through dinner, determined to make it worth his while this evening.

Media or not, you were going nowhere.

25 Days of Klaroline + Royalty

This drabble is dedicated to my awesome ‘princess’ Nik @princess-of-the-worlds Your kindness, talent and generosity knows no bounds and we are all lucky to have you in our Klaroline family.

A Royal Affair

A prince, an actress and the Cannes Film Festival.

Intercontinental Carlton - Cannes, France

“And why is it so important that I meet him?” Caroline drawled, looking at her publicist questioningly.

They were currently eating breakfast in her hotel suite and going through her press schedule for the coming days of the festival. Her latest movie was making its debut and to say its premiere was important was an understatement. Film critics could be savage at the best of times and given she’d strayed from her usual romantic comedy genre to take on an action role was only making her more nervous.

“What part of Prince and second in line to the British throne did you not understand?” She shot back, rolling her eyes for added effect.


“He’s hot.”


“Oh for the love of god woman, he’s royalty for heaven’s sake.”

“Just because he has a fancy title and wears a crown that doesn’t mean I have to meet him, Kat. We are at Cannes, he could meet at least another hundred actresses who’d love to stroke his royal ego.”

“He doesn’t want to meet any other actresses, he wants to meet you, Caroline,” she huffed. “Why are you being such a diva about this? I swear you’re doing this just to frustrate me, Forbes. ”

“You can talk about being frustrating,” she groaned. Caroline and Katherine had known each other since they were five years old and they’d been bickering with each other ever since. Surprisingly though their relationship worked well because Katherine wasn’t one to hold back when she thought Caroline was being difficult, like now.

“Stop changing the subject,” she growled. “Your new movie needs all the publicity it can get and meeting with the Prince of England will certainly help with that.”

“He just seems so arrogant, not to mention a complete womaniser,” she said, taking a sip of her orange juice and placing it back on the table. “Apparently he sleeps with a new woman each week.”

“As a celebrity and someone who has incorrect stories written about her all the time, I’m surprised you of all people are quoting the tabloids,” she drawled. “He is known to be very charming and did I mention hot?”

“Are you talking about me again, Kitty Kat?” Enzo asked, sauntering into the dining room.

“Who gave him a key?” She asked turning to Caroline accusingly.

“Well, he is my manager, Katherine.”

“More like a stray dog nobody wants,” she muttered, just as he swiped a croissant from her plate and took a big bite. “Hey! Get your own food, mister.”

“Now that’s not a very nice way to speak to such a charming and hot fellow,” he mumbled, his mouth still full of buttery, breaded goodness. “Come on admit it, you’ve always had a thing for me.”

“Not if we were the last two people on this planet, you buffoon,” she barked.

“Stop it children,” Caroline chided noticing Katherine’s death stare she was shooting in his direction. “Am I going to have to separate you two again like that time in Madrid, New York oh and who could forget at the Dorchester in London?”

“He started it,” Katherine accused.

“How very mature of you,” he joked, sticking out his tongue.

“Before he rudely interrupted we were talking about your meeting with Prince Niklaus tomorrow.”

“Oh and what has our Care Bear done to warrant an audience with British royalty?” Enzo asked. “Hang on don’t tell me, I think I know. Prince Niklaus has always had a thing for gorgeous blondes.”

“See, what did I tell you?”

“It’s okay Caroline, I promise I’m not trying to pimp you out,” she scoffed, giving Enzo another dirty look. “All I ask is an hour, there’s a cocktail function on his family’s yacht so you won’t be the only one there.”

“I love a good cocktail party on a yacht,” Enzo sighed.

“Who said you were invited?”

“Me,” Caroline insisted. “If you’re making me go, I sure as hell want a chaperone in case the Prince decides to get a little handsy.” Caroline busied herself at the table purposely ignoring the triumphant look Enzo was sending Katherine’s way.

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Author: Lindsay C. (no tumblr account listed)

Rating: Teen

I’ve written a few things for other fandoms but I love The Hunger Games and wanted to try this! :)

Katniss had just sat down at the kitchen table with Gale when the doorbell rang. She had made them spaghetti for lunch (she didn’t usually cook for him, but he had the day off from the factory and she wanted to do something nice) and once the doorbell sounded, she hoped her favor could be traded in for his.

But instead of answering the door, he decidedly wedged his fork in his spaghetti.

“I guess I’ll get it,” she said once it was clear he wouldn’t offer. Squaring her jaw, she pushed herself up from the table and made her way to the door. She tried not to be annoyed, but irritation still sat heavy like an iron ball in her chest; now that they had been married for a year, Gale had put an end to even the smallest courtesies. No need to woo her any longer. Especially since he knew he didn’t have any competition, because who else would win her over? She couldn’t stand a single coworker at the archery range, and the only friends she had to her name were Madge and Johanna. When all of her and Gale’s other high school buddies spread out over the U.S. for college, those girls were the only two who cared enough to keep contact.

Well, there had been another friend who’d cared enough. Once. For the first year out of high school.

But Katniss shook her head as her fingers coiled around the doorknob. It’d been five years since they last spoke. She didn’t want to think about it.

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