sneakin' up

What you asked for: “Shiro/Keith, Shiro/Allura, or Shiro/Ulaz.”
What I heard:  “GIVE SHIRO THE LOVE HE DESERVES”

Well @wolviecat​, I was your secret gift person for the Voltron Positivity Exchange.  Bless you for giving me the opportunity to draw such a happy Shiro.  I hope you like it!

“Coffee Talk”

Chibs Telford x Reader
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Lockdowns were the absolute worst. Too many people, too crowded, no time for yourself. You figured out real quick you had to be crafty to get time alone in a situation like that. Your solution was simple: go to sleep early and get up in the middle of the night to sneak in the kitchen, grab a cup of coffee and a snack, and crawl in the nook between the large industrial refrigerator and the pantry to read or browse the internet on your iPad. 3 or 4 am was your 8 am during these times.

You had only just begun to get used to this. You hadn’t been a friend of the club for long, only about eight months, but it had been a busy two-thirds-of-a-year for the Redwood boys, this was your third lock down within that time period.

Everyone told you that Majoring in Spanish with minors in Russian and Irish was a bad idea and that you’d never use it. Boy were they wrong. The club paid you percentages to translate and befriend their Cartel, Mafia, and IRA contacts on their behalf. You had (in less than a year) bought a new house and a car as well as paying off your student loan debt.

All in cash.

Needless to say this was one profitable relationship you weren’t willing to give up anytime soon, even if you did have to suffer a couple nights worth of a packed house to keep it moving along steadily.


Your alarm went off at 3:30 and you rolled out of your ‘bed’, a cot tucked away behind the bar and a scratchy blanket, to head back to the kitchen where you’d spend the next few hours until the others began to wake and you could crawl out of your hiding spot and join the rest of the crew. You snuck into the kitchen, starting the coffee pot and hopping up on the island counter to wait for it to finish.

“S'a bit early ta be 'avin’ coffee innit love?”

You jumped off the counter, yelping and spinning around as fast as possible to face the person whose voice just startled the crap out of you.

“FUCK!” you cursed, hand clutching your heart as your chest heaved, your breathing erratic and labored.

“Oi, lass. I din’t mean ta scare ye,” he raised his eyebrows, leaning down and pressing his palms against the counter top and looked at you, “You okay?”

You took a deep breath, steadying your breathing and heartbeat as you glared at him.

“Why would you do that!?” you exclaimed.

“I was jus’ seein’ what you 'ere up to sneakin’ off ev'ry mornin’,” he grinned at you, his dimples making you weak.

“You…. you’ve been watching me?” you asked him, a little shocked at the attention he must have been paying you. You’d had a thing for the Scot since you met him, but you kept it under wraps, figuring you were nowhere near the type of woman that could handle a rowdy biker like him.
But It seemed currently, with the way he was looking at you, that sly grin stretched across his cheeks, that maybe he felt similarly about you as you did about him.

“Aye,” he breathed, his deep voice like music to your ears, “I’ve been watchin’ ye fer a while,” his smile faded and he became much more serious, a purpose behind his expression as stepped around the island, walking to your side of it and standing in front of you, his beautiful brown eyes capturing your gaze and holding it. You’d seen this look before and you recognized it.

You swallowed hard, not daring to break eye contact as your palms began to sweat and your stomach did backflips. Chibs’ fingers wove into yours and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he reached his other hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and stroking it with his thumb as he released your hand and moved to grip your waist.
He leaned into you, never breaking eye contact, your heart beating so hard you thought you might puke, praying that you wouldn’t. He stilled himself when he was just hairs away from your lips, so close you could feel his breath on your mouth as he panted lustfully, his gaze finally breaking away from yours to dart down to your lips.

Being released from the spell his stare had you under, you closed the gap, clasping your eyes shut and pressing your lips forward into his, his fingers digging gently into your skin as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip and a low growl emanated from his chest.
He pulled away from the kiss and pushed some hair behind your ear, searching your face for a sign, trying to see if the next move on his mind was going to fly. Seeing no signs of objection, he put both hands around your hips, lifting you up to the counter, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers grasping his hair and pulling his lips back to you. You opened your legs so he could settle between them while he gripped the back of your shirt, holding you tightly to him.

His strong hands were holding you so firmly you didn’t ever want to be let go, his tongue playing with yours as he deepened the breathtaking kiss you shared. He moves his hands to rest on your thighs and gave them a squeeze, causing an involuntary sigh to escape your mouth. He smiled against your kiss.
Knowing he was laughing at you, you smiled back, continuing to kiss him.

Abruptly, he pulled away from you and took a step back, causing you to snap your eyes open and look at him desperately, the loss of contact making you weak. You could tell he was thinking by how he chewed on his bottom lip and stared out at nothing. You sat there, blankly staring at his eyes and waiting for him to speak.

“Lass… How 'bout after this lockdown s'over I take ye on a date?” he asked and your concern over him breaking the kiss faded, being replaced with a grin as you nodded, “I’d love to, but only if you kiss me like that again,” you bit your lip and looked at him coyly.

He let out a breath and his eyes filled with lust once again, “Deal,” he agreed as he stepped back to you, holding the sides of your face and leaning into your lips again.

The sun outside began to rise and you, all while wrapped up in Chibs’ embrace, were praying for a speedy resolution to the club conflict.

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 89 - A Foolish Confrontation

Originally posted by lifelovesatragedy

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

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Chapter 89 - A foolish confrontation

[Steve returns with a knife and some demands…but neither Negan or Blake are up for taking any shit.]

Fuck. There he was.

Steve.

Looking thoroughly dishevelled, with hollow, staring eyes, looking a far cry from the man Blake had seen a day or so ago, lurching towards the pair of them now, weapon raised aloft.

Almost immediately, before she could even take a breath, Blake’s eyes widened in sheer fright as the blade swept across her vision. But she staggered backwards, as the hand holding hers, tugged her violently out of the knife’s reach.

The blade sliced past her, narrowly missing her leather-clad sleeve by a mere fraction of an inch.

At this, Blake stumbled slightly, toppling backwards into Negan’s strong and taut body behind her as he pulled her roughly around to stand behind him, blocking her body from Steve sight.

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lady-fairy-moth  asked:

Ummm how about a reverse ? Instead of junkrat crushing on mei how about the opposite for a one shot ? No one has ever done it from that perspective .

She never thought she’d be one of those women.

The day was different for everyone, but Mei could remember her day, the day she would meet the very first boy she would ever like. She’d been a ten year old girl in a baggy uniform and glasses way too big for her tiny face, standing in the grass of the school’s playground beneath the bars of the domed jungle gym while other children ran around her laughing and cheering. She’d loved the feel of the grass between her toes, and although she’d been reprimanded one too many times, she hadn’t been able to keep herself from easing off her shoes and socks to touch the blades of soft grass with the soles of her feet. The teachers wouldn’t been able to spot her bare toes from so far away in a dome of bars, but soon they would call the children back for class. She knew she didn’t have long, but one day, when she made the rules, she would feel the grass on her skin every day and fight to keep it its beautiful green.

The boy, that first boy, had climbed above her, only a black shadow against the shining sun on the bars. Mei had watched him curiously and decided he looked like a spider, going all the way to the top that had seemed so tall. An impressive act back then, the climb without stumble. And when he reached the middle, he only sat there, still and silent. Mei waited for movement.

In a blink, the boy fell through the bars, and suddenly his upside-down face was staring mere inches away from her own. His legs kept him from falling, entangled with the bars so that he would hang carelessly. A monkey now instead of a spider.

Nǐ hǎo”, he said to her with a big smile, only staring at her face as if something about it were incredibly entertaining.

Mei could remember feeling the sun on her face, the rare breeze in her hair, the grass between her toes. She could also remember feeling her heart do a little flip in her chest and her eyes light up behind those too-big glasses. That had been her day, and after that boy, there had been other crushes. Her science partner at fourteen, her first boyfriend at sixteen, her first lover at twenty. All good boys who had all become good men, and who had all drifted away in the decade she’d lost.

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anonymous asked:

Can you pleasee write a fic about daryl gushing about carol to Maggie or Rick. Pretty Pretty Pleaseeeee

Anonymous said:Prompt: Carol secretly hears Daryl confessing his love for her to Rick 

 He couldn’t contain it much longer. Not now she was here and back, back to the woman she once was. Her demons had been laid to rest, and something that lay dormant in Daryl for the past year had decided to awaken in their resting.

They had talked. Talked until they were blue in the face. Tears had been shed for both parties, finding solace in one another, like they always should have to begin with.

And now he was stuck up shit creek without a paddle.

Light being shed on the darkness that both held made room for other thoughts and feelings. Thoughts and feelings Daryl didn’t like, not one damn bit.

And so in an unlikely turn of events he turned to the only person he felt he could trust other than her. Rick.

“Need ta talk ta ya ‘bout sumthin’.” That was it. An ominous opening line. Jesus fucking Christ this was going to be harder than he’d hoped.

Rick looked at him with the concern he’d expected to see. “What’s wrong? Something happen?”

“Nah,” Daryl quickly brushed off, slouching down onto the porch bench, waiting until Rick sat next to him before he continued. “Ain’t nothin’ important, not really.”

Rick could clearly see whatever it was was bothering Daryl more than he was letting on.

“Talk to me.”

Daryl sighed, taking in a deep breath as he figured out what exactly he was supposed to say to Rick.

“How’d ya know Michonne liked ya ‘fore yous got together?” Ease yourself in Dixon.

Rick already knew where this was going, attempting to remain placid as he answered his troubled friend.

“I didn’t, not really, it was just this moment between us, jus’ sorta happened y’know? Felt right.”

Well that didn’t fucking help him at all.

“Right, ‘kay.”

“Why, who’ve you’ve got your eye on?” Rick asked with a waggle of his brows.

“No one,” Daryl almost immediately snapped back, his natural defences kicking in.

Daryl.” Rick wasn’t buying his bullshit and he knew it.

“It ain’t gon’ work out fer me like it did for yous two,” Daryl offered.

“And why the hell not?” Rick asked, faintly aware of the screen door opening behind him.

“’Cause she’s too damn good fer me that’s why.”

“You underestimate your value,” Rick said earnestly, hating that Daryl believed himself lower than anyone in the group.

“Havin’ huntin’ skills don’t make ya the most eligible bachelor Rick,” Daryl grunted, pulling a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. He needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. “I ain’t got no damn experience when it comes ta women. All the fuckin’ horrifyin’ shit in this world and it’s a god damn woman that’s got me shakin’ in my boots.”

Rick couldn’t help but grin at that. “You gon’ tell me which woman we’re talking ‘bout?”

Daryl took a deep drag, his eyes narrowing at his smug companion. “I know yer ass likes ta gossip, no fuckin’ way.”

Rick laughed, shaking his head. “I promise, I won’t tell anyone.” 

Daryl hung his head low, he wasn’t equipped to deal with this sort of shit.

“I love her.”

Rick’s eyebrows raised in surprise at his confession.

“Shit, I’ve loved her fer so damn long, ain’t never been the right time ta tell her.”

Rick stayed quiet, he knew Daryl was on a roll and he was scared his voice would break him out of his confessional speech.

“Thought I’d lost her, so many times over, even that weren’t enough ta make me tell her…I can’t lose her again Rick.”

“Carol,” Rick finally said softly.

“Who else,” Daryl muttered, his head rested in his hands, forgotten smoke burning down between his fingers.

Rick was far more aware of the person stood behind them now than he was before, knowing all too well the only person who would be still enough for Daryl not to detect a mile off.

He clasped a hand down on his friend’s shoulder, deciding to make a hasty retreat before Daryl piped up again. 

“I’m sure y’all work it out,” Rick offered lamely, quickly rising and turning on his heel, his eyes locking with Carol’s wide ones, patting her on the back before he slipped into the house.

Daryl still hadn’t moved from his previous position, unaware of the small steps Carol was taking forward.

“Some fuckin’ help that was,” he sighed, raising his head back up to take a drag, half near jumping out of his skin when he saw Carol by his side.

“Fuckin’ Christ! The hell ya sneakin’ up on me for?” he yelled in shock, shock quickly making way for realisation…realisation that she had heard everything.

“Did you mean what you said?” Carol asked him calmly, although she couldn’t feel further away from calm in that moment if she’d tried.

Daryl’s mouth popped open, words failing to leave him, not knowing exactly what the fuck he was supposed to say.

“D’ya want me to mean it?” Jesus this was some playground romance sorta shit but right now it’s all he had.

“Don’t play with me,” Carol replied, wrapping her arms insecurely around herself.

Daryl realised in that moment that maybe, just maybe, she did want him to mean it.

“Course I did Carol, wouldn’t’ve said it otherwise.”

A small smile graced her lips, taking another few tentative steps towards him, tears shimmering in her eyes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to say those things - some of them anyway. I’m not too good for you, I thought we established you’re every bit, if not better than everyone in this group.”

“Not better than you,” Daryl said determinedly. “Always been reachin’ fer somethin’ that’s outta reach when it comes ta ya. ”

Carol shook her head, taking the last step towards him so their knees were brushing, her hand held out to his. “You’re wrong. I’ll never be out of reach for you Daryl.”

anonymous asked:

Ham sneakin up under Tjeff's chin actin all cute & inoccent then BAM he slams his head up into Jefferson's jaw It's a great time for the both of them

PFFFFFFFF-!!

daily rhink for your health: tipsy rhett sneakin up on link at a party and draping his huge body on him, arms falling over his shoulders, face in his hair, muttering silly drunken nonsense in link’s ear before kissing him on the cheek and bouncing away cheerfully innocent, leaving link starstruck and blushy

anonymous asked:

IM SO GLAD U SAID THAT SEUNGKWAN WITH THE BALL WAS HOT BECAUSE I SAID THE EXACT. SAME. THING. WHEN I SAW IT. LIKE. VERKWAN BEING BOYFRIENDS AND SEUNGKWAN KNOWING EXACTLY WHEN VERN IS SNEAKIN UP ON HIM. UGHHHHHHH

omfg honestly when any of the boys are being athletic its hot as fuck. and when seungkwan got the ball away from vernon every time even though he was busy talking to camera *fans self* jesus it was just so good 

ofcrosssroads  asked:

Purple smoke and glitter appeared behind him before a young girl appeared and the smoke and glitter quickly dissipated. "Greetings!"

Jesse practically shot of his feet, leaping into the air as he spun around, startled.
“Dang Nabit! that ain’t funny! shouldn’t be sneakin’ up on folks!”

anonymous asked:

Sooooo I was thinkin last night about how much Waverly love love loves her books and she probably takes such good care of them and dusts them everyday and if someone tries to interrupt her while she's reading ancient Sumerian or some shit she just ignores them. Enter one adorable puppy faced Nicole Haught sneakin up underneath her arms while she's reading in bed and just giving her eyes until Waverly finally gives up and puts her book away (carefully!!) so she can kiss Nicole goodnight

omg this is so cute im squealing!!! thank you for the prompt c:


Waverly was in her bed reading, and re-reading, The 12th Planet. It was her favourite book so far out of her collection. The book had even gotten its own notebook for cliff notes and important highlights of the Sumerian era. This, like most of Waverly’s books, was looking almost untouched. No dog ears, no post-its, just notebooks upon notebooks of the “useful” information it contained. Waverly couldn’t put it down. 

This, of course, created some problem for Nicole. Reaching out to her girlfriend when she was “in the zone” was next to impossible. Nicole tried everything; holding her cat in front of Wave’s face; pretending that she hurt herself; wearing nothing but Wave’s favourite shirt; wearing nothing at all. Nicole gave up when Waverly accidentally walked into a wall while going to get tea and reading at the same time. 

This time, Nicole was going to get Waverly to crack.

“Hey, babe, how many times have you read that book?” Nicole asked while getting into bed. She got no answer. “I guess it’s pretty boring by now…” she tried.

“The 12th Planet is not boring! It’s anything but…” Waverly stopped talking when she saw the grin on Nicole’s face. “Nice try.” Waverly scoffed and went back to reading. 

“Oh yeah? Well, how’s this?” Nicole sneaked her arm around Waverly and began slowly kissing her neck and tugging her earlobe. Waverly groaned a little and tried her best to focus on the book but it wasn’t getting easier. Nicole gently kissed Wave’s jaw, wrapping her arms around the shorter woman until she laid her head on Waverly’s chest. Waverly sighed.

“Fine…” she muttered and kissed the top of Nicole’s head whilst putting the book away neatly on her bedside table. Nicole let out a small squeal in victory as Waverly leaned in for a moment of passion before turning the lights off.