still getting notes on the last one

Representation matters: my six favourite black female fictional lawyers.

  • Clair Huxtable (The Cosby Show)
  • Maxine Shaw (Living Single)
  • Joan Clayton (Girlfriends)
  • Jessica Pearson (Suits)
  • Olivia Pope (Scandal)
  • Annalise Keating (How to Get Away With Murder)
The Three Todds

The characters: tiny gnome druid who has almost no ability to attack, played by my sister. High moon elf ranger who hates everyone, played by me. A grueling dungeon fight to save a goblin captive. We’re all almost dead, but there’s one last thing the druid wants… to free three gigantic attack wolves that tried to kill us less than 20 minutes ago.

Druid: I want to free the wolves!

Ranger: Absolutely not.

Druid: Oh come on, they’ll be stuck here all alone!! They’ll die!

Ranger: Ok?? You’ll die if you get anywhere near them!

Druid: Oh whatever, I’m gonna free them. I roll a wisdom check on the wolves. *Rolls a nat 20*

DM: (still scrambling to get notes on wolves) Uhhhhhhhhh… *rolls nat 1 for the wolves*

DM: (holding back laughter) The wolves stop snarling and sit down, staring at you with their tails wagging.

Druid: I free them!!

DM: The wolves sniff you and rub against you, clearly trusting.

Druid: Yes!! New pets!! I’m gonna name you Todd! and you Todd 2 and you Todd III.

Keep in mind that this player gave her character 4 names with carefully researched meanings and now it’s just. 3 Todds, the vicious attack puppies.

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Request:  Hey could you write an imagine where the reader and Theo were together but when he tried to kill Scot she broke up with him and he was sent to hell and she was rlly hurt cause she still loved him..So he’s back and wants to get back w/ her but she doesn’t trust him anymore.So she was with him and Liam in the hospital with the ghost riders and Theo pushed Liam and the reader in the elevator to saved them and she kissed him and told him that she still loves him.

Notes: This is the first imagine I have done in forever but don’ be afraid to shoot me a message to say where I could improve! Hope you like it love!

Song: The Last One I Made - Pim Stones

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“Come on Y/N please forgive me!” Theo stood in front of me, his eyes filled with regret. I had never seen him so… so fragile i guess. It was like if i did say what he wanted to hear he would break into a million pieces.

“Theo, you almost killed Scott. I thought you were better than this.” I said, barely above a whisper. Still trying to take in what i  had just heard, I looked above him and felt hot tears welling in my eyes. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Theo asked in shock.

“I mean us Theo! I can’t sit and watch while you hurt my friends. We’re over.” I turned the other way and started walking towards the exit. The more he yelled for me to come back, the more it felt as though someone was holding me back. I couldn’t go back, not after what he had done.

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She was 17 and never learn to smile.

Originally posted by spn-imagines-ig

Originally posted by all-you-need-is-spn

Warnings: Angst!! Crying, cramps and mentions of a suicide.

Notes: This is my story for the last prompt of @one-shots-supernatural, “With this face I can get away with anything”. Sorry for this guys, this is really sad, and I’m still not sure of why I wrote it… But I hope you like it, even that is a little different from what I’m used to write. If you want, read this while listen “"Where did Jesus go” by the Pretty Reckless. 


Since the first time she met the Winchesters, Charlie knew they were special. And every time they met, she confirmed this thought. They were like brothers to her, and she was definitely sure she was like a sister to them.

And yeah, she was super close to Sam, but with Dean… It was a strong bond that she simply couldn’t describe. Under that bad boy who doesn’t care for anything and only lived for hunting pose, she knew that he was a sweet man. And even though it annoyed her a little, she liked that he was so overprotective towards her. Because nobody else in her life after her parents death ever was.

Charlie went to live with the boys for a while, and in this months she noticed something at least… Interesting. Every time they for some reason (mostly in cases) had to deal with a teenage girl, Dean would bond with them. Not that she was jealous, not at all. But… Why? He would become very caring and overprotective every single time. First her, then Krissy, a teenage hunter, and even Claire, Cas’ daughter. Maybe he had a dream about having a daughter? Maybe he was just so sweet? Nah… She knew that it wasn’t just that.

“Here.” Dean said extending her a white pill and she frowned. She and the boys were in Sam’s room watching the new season of Game of Thrones when Dean got up saying he was going to the bathroom. “For cramps.” He explained.

“How the hell did you know I had cramps?” She exclaimed surprised and confused. “And why the hell do you have cramp pills?”

“Charlie, you haven’t stopped moving since we started watching. Pretty obvious, isn’t it?” He said struggling, making her and Sam exchange a look.

“Not for me, Dean.” Sam said confused too and Dean sighed.

“Whatever, I’m tired, I think I will go to sleep.” Dean said giving them a small smile. “Night.” He left the room before she could even answer. She looked at Sam with a confused look and he struggled.

“What’s up with him?” Charlie asked taking the pill that Dean got her. She had no idea he understood so much about woman to identify cramps, and again, why did he have pills for it?

“No idea.” Sam said but suddenly something clicked in his head, making his heart hurt. Dean always got this mood when that day was near. “Oh… What day is it?”

“Hm, may eleven, why?” She answered more confused and she frowned when Sam sighed lowering his head.

“Nothing… Dean might be tired, nothing to worry about.” Sam said forcing a smile not wanting to talk about the reason why Dean was so grumpy.

“Yeah, right.” She said obviously not believing him and he sighed tiredly. “You won’t tell me? Fine, I will go ask Dean” Charlie said confidently, getting out of Sam’s bed.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Sam warned knowing how rude his brother could get. “He will be mad”

“With this face I can get away with anything.” Charlie said smirking. “And he won’t be mad.” She said almost laughing but deep inside, she didn’t believe in herself. He struggled, deciding not to insist on his advice and Charlie got out of the room and walked towards Dean’s. There was light in his room, and when she slowly opened the door she saw Dean laid in his bed with his headphones on and red eyes.

“Hey… is something wrong?” He asked a little preoccupied, taking the headphones off and she gave him a small smile. She sat in the bottom of his bed and he frowned. “Charlie…”

“Hey, it’s okay, butt head.” She said and he rolled his eyes. “I just want to know if you are okay…? I mean, why the heck did you have cramp pills and…” She started mumbling laughing a little bit and not realizing how bad the hole thing actually was.

“Charlie, can we talk tomorrow? I’m actually tired.” He said interrupting her, mentally begging for her to stop talking. Wasn’t it already painful enough to remember that every day of his life?

“Does it have something to do with the fact that you always bond with teenage girls? Have you ever thought about having a daughter?” She continued ignoring him, and he closed his eyes sighing.

“Charlie…” He tried to warn her again.

“Why do you always treat teenage girls like they were your little sisters…?” With that, he exploded.

“That’s it.” He said feeling the anger consume him, he got up of his bed, grabbing her by the arm and practically throwing her out of his room. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

XXxxXXxxXXxx

Charlie never in her life expected that reaction from Dean. He was always so open with her, so honest, sometimes she felt that she was the only person to which Dean confessed his feelings. Was she hurt by the event from the previous night? Sure. Did she know she had insisted way too much? Definitely.

In the next day, neither of the boys got out of their rooms, only preoccupying her more. She was mad at Dean, but she also needed to hear her friend say he was okay. Although she knew he wasn’t. Dean and Sam were not okay and she just wanted to help.

She spent the day trying to distract herself in the computer until she finally found the courage to go knock in Sam’s room. She knew that he wouldn’t be so rude with her like Dean had been. At least she hoped so.

“Hey…” Sam said with a sigh and a low and hoarse voice when he opened the door. His eyes were red and it seemed like he hadn’t gotten up the whole day. He probably hadn’t. “C'mon in.”

She sat on the bed by his side and he didn’t say anything until she held his hand.

“I know you want some answers but it’s just so hard to talk about this.” Sam said sighing again.

“You don’t need to tell me anything, I just… Want you to be fine.” Charlie said with a small smile and Sam squeezed her hand.

“No, you’re family, you deserve to know.” He said and she didn’t argue. He took a deep breath before he started to talk again. “Today…today is my sister death’s anniversary.” He said and she frowned. Wait, what? “We were just teenagers when our father appeared with a baby girl telling us that she was our sister.” Sam explained. “Her mother died during labor and dad had to take her, but he never really gave a fuck about her, me and Dean raised her.”

“I never knew you had a sister…” Charlie said shocked with all those informations. Sam gave her a small smile, still looking at the ground.

“We don’t really talk about her… Actually, very few people got to know her. My dad never let (Y/N) hunt…”

“Her name was (Y/N)? That’s a beautiful name.” She said and Sam smiled more.

“Yeah. Dean chose it when we met her.” He said. “But, well, dad never let her hunt and we didn’t either, for different reasons of course. We didn’t let her hunt because it was dangerous, and dad… Because she was a girl.”

“What an ass!” Charlie exclaimed not being able to control herself.

“Tell me about it.” Sam said and she relaxed. “Both of us were always really close to her, but with the years… We started hunting, and she had to stay more and more alone. We… We didn’t see.” Sam said feeling a knot in his throat.

“Didn’t see… What?” Charlie asked when he stopped talking, already afraid of the answer.

“The signs… She always had a low self esteem, but she was…” He stopped to take a deep breath before continuing. “(Y/N) was depressed.” He explained and let a tear roll down his cheek. “One day… We came to the bunker and she was… With her wrists cut open and a ton of orange pill bottles around her.”

“Sam…” Charlie started, not being able to think of anything to say.

“(Y/N) committed suicide, Charlie.” Sam said quietly, letting more tears spill. “Dean blames himself. Every single day.” Sam finished starting to sob, and Charlie just wrapped her arms around him, feeling tears in her own eyes for the little Winchester.

XxxxxXxxxXxx

Charlie slowly opened Dean’s door, seeing him sitting on his bed, looking at a picture in his hands. He didn’t even look at her when she came in. She sat by his side, noticing the picture showed Dean and a teenage girl laughing in the back sit of the Impala. Probably (Y/N).

“She was so ticklish.” He said with a small smile and through his tears, still looking at the photo. He probably imagined that Sam already told her the story of his little sister. “Her laugh… It was the best sound in the entire world, you know?” Charlie didn’t say anything, she just let Dean say everything, she knew he needed this. “Everything in our lives was always so dark… (Y/N) was our light. She was our joy.” He said putting his hand in his face when the cries got worse. “She always would make me smile by telling a bizarre story that happened in her school. But she would never wake up by herself, I needed to go to her room everyday and practically drag her out of bed. That is, when she didn’t sleep with me because of a nightmare.” He said with a sigh. “I was always trying to protect her from everything, but forgot to protect her from the only thing that really hurt her…. Herself.” Dean said licking his lips, looking at your face in the photograph. “If I hadn’t focused so much on out hunts, I could have spent more time with her, and maybe… I would have noticed what was going on, and I could have… Stopped her.” Dean said letting more tears roll.

“Dean…” Charlie finally opened her mouth felling her heart small. “No one can be blamed for a suicide… She knew you loved her, she just… Couldn’t deal with her own mind. It wasn’t your fault.” Charlie said and Dean closed his eyes like he was in pain, letting out a loud sob.

“It was my fault, Charlie! (Y/N) needed me! And I wasn’t there. She was only 17 for god sake.” He said rubbing his thumb in the picture. “I love her, always will. I just wish I had told her that more often…” He said sadly and Charlie took the picture off his hand, hugging him strongly. After a few seconds he hugged her back and cried everything he needed to cry.

“Even though you didn’t tell her, I’m sure she knew.” She said after minutes of silence, just hugging him. “It wasn’t your fault Dean, it wasn’t Sam’s either.”

He gave her a weak smile, kissing Charlie’s forehead.

“This is why I always bond with teenage girls.” Dean explained holding Charlie’s hand but looking at the ground. “Not that I’m trying to substitute her, but I try to do everything that I can do to make them safe…” He explained and she nodded, already have thought about that. “And that’s why there are still some cramp pills in here. Sam never really took care of this kind of subject with her. And she was so stubborn, so I had to guess every time she was suffering from her period.” He explained and she nodded again. “Thank you.” He said with a small smile to her, and she smiled too. “I’m sorry that I yelled at you yesterday… You are so special to me, but I was dealing with so much and…”

“I understand.” She said struggling. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I love you, Charlie Bradbury.” He said and she smiled more.

“I know.”

After a while Sam appeared and they all laid in the bed, talking all night long about the happy memories of (Y/N), and Charlie couldn’t restrain herself from thinking that it would have been nice if she’d had the chance to met her. But she had met the Winchesters, the most amazing humans that could’ve ever existed. And she was more than okay with that.

Newt and Leta are in a room full of people. They stand in a corner, questionably close, talking in hush tones. 

Leta: Who’s that man?

Newt: Which one?

Leta: That one. *Points over to Graves glaring death at the two of them, metaphorical clouds of doom surrounding him* The one who looks like he’s going to kill me. 

Newt: Hmmm … Oh, you mean Graves. He’s my boyfriend. Don’t mind him. He’s nice once you get past his stony exterior. He’s just angry that I stole the last slice of pizza when we were having lunch. 

Leta: *takes note of the position they’re in, how her and Newt’s outfits somehow match, considers the fact they once used to date and then looks to Graves hesitantly who is still glaring at them–well, rather her* Yeah … sure … He’s angry about the pizza. 

okay oNE LAST NOTE im fuckn salty about how hunk was treated as one big clumsy food joke and lance got like 2 maybe 2 ½ moments of genuine character development (when we were promised “leadership qualities” and addressing his insecurities) and then it was back to comic relief like ??? hunk deserves so much better and as for lance i feel lied to tbh

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Imagine Ivar being the one who wants to take over your kingdom (part 3)

Part Ihttp://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/157144945223/imagine-ivar-being-the-one-who-wants-to-take-over
Part IIhttp://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/157202649578/imagine-ivar-being-the-one-who-wants-to-take-over

Summary: Ivar get supriced by an attack from your father in the middle of the night. He thinks, in all his anger, that you were behind it and punish you for it. Afterwards he feels so bad about it he brings you back home.
Notes: Violence
Words: 1948


You sat against your pole again, to stubborn to give in with Ivar his suggestion to lay in the bed … again. But just like last night this night wasn’t any better. You still felt the cold lingering on your skin and you wished you didn’t be so stubborn all the time. You were staring until some weird noice maked you a little more alert. Ivar was still sleeping and even outside was it almost completly silence. You walked to the exit of the tent and looked outside. You heard a yell and saw a horse ran by … a horse from your fahter his cavalry. They where here to rescue you? Your gaze fell on Ivar before you looked back outside, saw some tent catching fire. This was your moment, you could run like hell, get yourself back in safety. But there was Ivar and you didn’t want him to die on you fathers sword. “I’m gonna regret this.” You wispered to yourself while running towards Ivar. “Ivar!” You brutaly shook his shoulder and before you even knew it he had a knife against your throat. He startled and pulled it away quickly. “Your are under attack by my father.” You explained. It took him five seconds to process this information. In those five seconds you saw his anger flame up in his deep bleu eyes.
“Stay here.” He commanded you.
“Can’t I come?”
“They want you, I’m not gonna put you in danger, stay here.” And just as he said that there came a soldier of your fahter in the tent. It took Ivar hardly two seconds to grab his axe and trow it in the soldier his chest. You yelled and putted your hand before your mouth. “I mean it y/n, stay here.” And he crawled out. You stared at the dead body and just waited there while the noice of a fight outside grew stronger.

It went on for minutes, almost hours until there was a little more peace again. You didn’t move, you just sat on the egde of the bed and looked to the exit. What if someone came in to grab you? You hadn’t anything with you to defense yourself … why would you defense yourself in the first place? If it were the soldiers of your father you could go home again, if it were Ivar his men than they wouldn’t hurt you. So, there was no defense needed. You said to him to stay put but after all that horrible waiting you walked outside only to see his men running, making themselves ready for battle. “Where is Ivar?” You asked to no one in peticular. One of his men stood still, looking at you as if he was planning to use his axe any moment.
“Don’t think you wanna see him now.” He barked. But he pointed you in the right direction. While you walked through his men you saw that some of them were covered in blood. And when you saw Ivar his chariot you walked a little faster only to see a handfull soldiers from your father dead on the ground. Ivar looked at them, his face covered in blood but he didn’t noticed you.
“Get her.” He commanded coldly. Your body reacted with goosebumps on your arms and a shivering down your spine. The viking on the left of his chariot turned around to see you standing. He walked over at you, with that grinn on his face that promissed nothing good. He grabbed you with your hair and just pulled you towards Ivar. A little yell in pain left your lips before he forced you in the mud just behind the chariot of Ivar. You were afraid to look up, but you did, slowly and met those bleu eyes of Ivar. “What did you tell them Y/n?” He asked  quietly, to quietly for your taste.
“Nothing.” You just stared back at him, tried not to be scared by the way he held his axe in his hand.
“They knew everything what there was to know about this camp,” he felt silent, came from the seat on the chariot and sat on the egde of it right in front of you. “WHAT DID YOU TELL THEM!” He yelled. You startled and looked down to the mud.
“Nothing.” You repeated yourself. And that was just what he couldn’t understand. He grabbed you with your upperarm, squeezed so hard that it hurts and brought the tears on your cheeks.
“Rope.” He gestured to his men. They gave him rope and he makes a loop of it and pulled it over your head so it was around your neck. “I don’t believe a word you say Y/n.”
“Please Ivar, I beg you, I will do everything you ask.” You cried. He turned you around, so you could face him again.
“What? Didn’t expect that I was that cruel?” He asked you before getting up to his seat again. He wrapped the rope around his seat and looked over his shoulder towards you.
“Don’t.” You wispered. This wasn’t the Ivar from yesterday, it was like a monster took over everything inside him. He clicked his tong and the horse moved forward. Hardly seconds later you felt the rope tighten and pulling you down to the ground before it dragged you behind his chariot. This wasn’t the way to die, right?

You couldn’t stop crying, more sobbing really. The tears dried out after he pulled you halfway through the forest. Your thoath burned, your face covered with scratches and your body stiff and cold, wet from all the mud and dirt that got through your dress. Since he was stopped, in the middle of nowhere you didn’t moved. You laid there, curled up, your cross in your hand while you tried to pray for your life. But after a couple of minutes you tried to take notice of your surrounding. Your head shook in fear when you looked up to where the chariot stood. Ivar sat on the egde of it, his head barried between his hands … was he crying to? He must felt it that you were looking because he looked up, your reaction was to look away as soon as his blue eyes met yours. You wanted this man gone, you wanted to run as fast as you could but you were to afraid for the results of that. After a while he moved, he came from the chariot, crawling towards you. “Please, no.” You backed away but the rope prevented you from getting away from him. The friction from the rope burned your throat and you hardly dare to move again.
“Y/n, please.” He wispered. You looked at him, terrified. “I’m sorry.” He apologized. How could he say this? After what he had done? He cutted the rope and your hands immidiatly went to your throat. He looked at it, his eyes big with fear. “What have I done.” He said for himself. You saw a tear running down his cheek and you couldn’t resist the feeling to just stay there. You must look awful, a punishment for something you never did. He laid his hand over yours, pulled away your hands from before your throat and stroke his fingers over the red burning marks the rope caused.You didn’t do anything, you just sat there, looking at his face that showed pain and regret. You didn’t knew Ivar long but you knew he was a passionate person. He could let his emotions get the best of him without him even realizing what he does. He felt sorry for stabbing you in the hand, he didn’t say it in words but you could read it in his eyes. He had fallen for you but he wouldn’t admit to it. And now he did this, dragging you through the forest because of his anger. Now you knew that the story of his brother was the truth, he almost did it to you to. He pulled you closer, almost in a embrace and you just let your head rest on his shoulder. One minute … two, three before you started crying again and you tightend you gripp around his body. “I will bring you home first thing tomorrow.” He wispered and you believed him. He couldn’t bare the idea of keeping you captive any longer. You couldn’t think clearly so you let your emotions go. Let him take you back to the camp where you got his bed as he went to sit against the pole. You were so exhausted that there was nothing needed to get you to sleep.

When you opened your eyes he was still sitting against that pole, looking at you. You turned your eyes away and looked somewhere else instead. Your throat felt swallowed, your hand hurted and your head was still covered in blood and mud. “I send a rider out to your father with the message he will recive his daughter back within two hours after sunrise.” Ivar began. You turned your eyes back to him, he looked so steady, peacefull. Nothing left from  that anger, only a broken glance everytime he looked at you. You nodded but didn’t say anything. He took a deep breath and crawled towards the bed, pulled himself half up to look at you. “I can’t speak my actions right, I only hope that by letting you go you understand how much I’m sorry for what I did.” He wispered. His fingers stroke your forehead and you closed your eyes, letting a tear roll back over your face. “I would do anything for you my princess, even letting you go.” He followed before crawling out and leaving you with the heartbreak of this situation.

Their was a woman in the camp who gave you a new dress and cleaned you up in the ways she could. The cloak covered the damage of your throat but your face and hand were still visable for everone to see. You ride in Ivar his chariot, with five more men to the pre-arranged place. It was pouring rain and maked the situation more dreadful than it already was. Ivar let his horse stop and watched to the ten men full in armor who came towards all of you. You recognized your brother among them, your father wasn’t even there and it maked you angry. Ivar looked at you for a moment, searching your face for a reaction. “Give my sister back.” Your brother yelled. Ivar nodded and looked at you again. You only looked at your brother and  the ten men he had with him.
“He will attack you Ivar, as soon as I am home again.” You wispered with a soar voice.
“We will be prepared.” He nodded slowly.
“You’re outnumbered.” You said while getting of the chariot.
“If he is willing to fight for his daughter so be it, I’m willing to fight to make my wrongs right.” He answered. You bited your lip and looked at him, you pulled the little cross over you head and gave it to him.
“Remember what happened, don’t let it come so far again, for your own sanity.”
“I’ll remember you princess.” He smiled a little but it wasn’t a real smile. You give him a last look before you walked over to your brother who got from his horse to embrace you. But when he saw your face his eyes rolled right back at Ivar.
“I will punish him for this sister.” He wispered in anger.
“Just bring me home.” You replied. He pulled you behind him on his horse. You looked a last time at Ivar and felt his eyes all the way in your back until you dissapeared on the horizon …

Dramatic end or a part 4?

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In case you were wondering what happened to Alex’s backbone in season eleven, 
apparently he left it somewhere in season ten.

NOTICE

Hey friends! Mod speaking! I know it’s been a really long time since I last updated this blog. I wanted to let you know I am alive and well!

That note, this blog is still alive. I got busy with some stuff in real life, and now the best distraction for me would be working on asks again!

That said, I have over 400 asks to shuffle through.

What does this mean? I am leaving the ask box open. Closing it would do no good as I get a lot of my determination through new asks.

I ask for your patience, and kindness as I try and get back into my work flow. Sadly with 400+ asks I will not be able to collect all the similar ones into one ask, if you see me answering an ask that is similar to yours but isn’t yours, know that I am not ignoring you on purpose. Tumblr stinks with how the ask box functions.

Thank you to those who sought me out on my main @snoringspacegoat! By letting me know you still thought of this blog meant a lot to me.

Baron | all I need 5 | Corbin

AUTHORS NOTE:

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR

And this chapter was the start of this neat idea that came up when my girl @writergrrrl29 and I were talking last night and it’s more or less Baron and Savannah getting to know each other.. Without fighting, *le gasp*. But yes, it’s more plot. There are fluffy and kinda cute / sexy moments and yes, I swear to God, smut is still incoming.

This is just going to be a slow burn too. I hope you guys are enjoying it because I am really enjoying writing it, to be honest.

Proud Barons Bitch, Livvie

WARNINGS:

eventually rough sex, !Alpha Baron x !Omega Reader, biting/marking, talks of alpha omega dynamics ( things like reader having a heat cycle, Baron knotting reader at some point, etc) and pretty much anything that comes to me. I’ll update the warnings as needed.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

“You have got to be kidding me.” I watched as the word DELAY flashed next to my flight. On top of a 3 hour layover, the flight was now going to be delayed. All I wanted to do was get home and lock myself away, ride out the remainder of this heat cycle from hell. And so far, it seemed like everything was sort of popping up to stop that. I dragged my hand through my hair, fidgeting a little bit.


I could get a hotel room for the night.


or you could just drive… I thought to myself as I started to push through the crowd, stopping to talk to Becky and Carmella for a few minutes. Both of them were convinced that the flight was going to be flying out by at least 9 and everything was going to be okay.


But I’ve never been a very patient girl and 3 or more hours just suddenly seemed like an eternity. So I told the girls goodbye and I made my way to the rental car kiosk. His scent filled my nose and I stiffened all over, starting to fidget.


Again, my fingers drifted upward, settling on the braided leather choker around my neck. I almost got out of line just because he was standing in the line, but I scoffed at myself. I was being a baby about all this.


He got his rental car and walked away and I took my turn at the desk. And the second that the clerk told me there were no more cars left, I lightly beat my head against the desk only to feel a tap to my shoulder and turn, finding Dolph standing there, dangling keys, flashing that megawatt grin that only reminded me of a politician pulling something slick.


“I got a car an hour ago.. If you want, you can ride with me.” but before I could politely decline and disappear, Baron stepped up behind me and stated in a gruff but calm and no bullshit tone as he told Dolph, “She can go with me.”


“I’m fine, I’ll just..”

“No, it’s cool.. I mean you were obviously in a hurry to get back. I got a few friends to go and visit, but it’s not that far out of my way.” Baron was smirking at me and I bit my lip, shuffling my feet. If I turned him down, then Dolph would hound me for the next few hours about going with him. I’d figured out his game by now, I knew that he was actively trying to persuade me to be his mate.


But Baron stepping up and offering to share a car with me when a few days ago he couldn’t get far enough away from me, well.. I wasn’t expecting it.


he has been trying… and he did give you the choker… the guys all think he’s trying and it couldn’t hurt to give him a chance… I thought to myself as I looked from male to male. “ I’ll go. Only if I’m not in your way.” I told Baron and I could just feel Dolph glaring a hole through Baron and staring intently at me. It was enough to make me scoot closer to Baron by default.. But not too close. As soon as our bodies lightly brushed by accident, I stepped back a little.


“You won’t be.”


I eyed him warily and bit my lip.. The trip was going to be at least 12 hours in a car.. I’d be  trapped in a car with a man who only seemed to suddenly want me because I was in heat for 12 hours.. A man that I wanted so bad I could taste it… When I didn’t want to strangle him bare handed, that is.


“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“It’s better than you riding with Ziggler.”

“Good point.. I still say I should wait and maybe the flight won’t be delayed that long.” I hesitated but Baron shook his head. “Look, I’m tryin here.”


I bit my lip. If that damned pleading puppy look hadn’t been in his eyes, I probably wouldn’t have ever agreed to it… Before I realized what exactly I’d just agreed to, I was getting my bags from the luggage carousel and we were walking through the car lot to find his rental car.


… this is not the smartest thing you’ve ever done…

… it’s one hell of a lot smarter than riding with Ziggler for 12 hours…

… hello, this is the most vulnerable time of your heat cycle… and you’re trapping yourself in a car with a man who only sees you as holes to fuck… or an inconvenience…


I grumbled at myself in annoyance and Baron hit the unlock button, the headlights on a black Camaro lighting up. “At least it’s black.” we both said it at the same time and he eyed me. I explained with a shrug, “I hate white cars. And every single time I rent one, it’s white.. Or that weird golden color.”


“Me too.. Only I usually wind up stuck in the green ones.” Baron chuckled as he finished putting our stuff into the trunk and shutting it. He got in the driver seat and started up the car and as we merged with traffic, this red car came zipping by, almost blindsiding us.


“Motherfucker!” “Asshole!” we both shouted at the other car, middle fingers raised as Baron also laid on the horn. We shared a look and I quickly dropped his gaze and turned my attention back to the window on my side of the car after flipping through radio stations, settling on one of the Sirius ones that played all my favorite hard rock and heavy metal music.


I felt Baron’s gaze fix on me intently.

“You actually like this music… Not just Crue.”

“Umm, what’s wrong with me liking hard rock or heavy metal?”

“But on the plane that last time you were listening to Madonna…” Baron snickered a little as we merged into traffic. I hummed along with an Avenged song as I shrugged. “People are allowed to have more than one side.”


“They are, but.. I never really.. Nevermind.” Baron went quiet, focusing on the road. It stayed really quiet for almost 3 hours and I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was being prodded awake and I sat up quickly, rubbing my eyes, my usual grumpy look on my face.


==

He snickered and stopped the car at the diner just off the interstate. He knew if he was starving, she had to be. For a few seconds, Baron just sat there, watching her sleep, thinking about the few conversations they’d had so far. How well things were actually going.


He was kind of glad he’d listened to Jimmy and Jey when they suggested that he go over and offer to give Savannah a ride to keep her from going with Ziggler. And Kofi and the guys had been on him to at least try, to show her that he really did want her and he’d been an idiot. The words were just harder to say when Baron was more accustomed to actions.


“Alright doll.. Time to wake up.” he muttered it quietly, leaning over and tentatively poking her awake, snickering when she sat up like she was launched from a rocket and glaring, her hair sticking up everywhere. “Where are we?”


“I’m fuckin starved. Thought we could stop and eat.” Baron explained as Savannah slipped her feet back into her heels, wincing as she did so. Baron eyed her feet and then asked with a raised brow, “If they hurt your feet that bad, why wear ‘em?”


“Because they’re sexy and red and leather.. And they have spikes.”

“But they make you miserable.”


“But.. they make my ass look amazing.”


“You don’t really need the heels for that, but hey, what the fuck do I know?” Baron mumbled it to himself as he watched her slinking towards the diner, shivering and complaining about the cold. He went to the trunk and dug around, getting out his leather jacket, a blanket he knew she carried in her carry on. When he pulled out the blanket, a framed photo fell out.


She was probably about 8 or 9 and she was sitting on the shoulders of a really tall man with really long hair who was leaning against a brick building wearing coveralls stained in oil and grease. A restored antique motorcycle was parked in the background of the photo and for a few seconds, Baron smiled to himself, just staring at the picture. When he heard her call his name from the door of the diner, he quickly shoved the photo back down in her bag and put the blanket and his jacket in the car, in her seat.


“Maybe it’ll calm down her fidgeting in her sleep.” he muttered to himself as he made his way into the diner, finding the booth she sat at, already drinking a large soda, slurping through the straw. He eyed the vintage jukebox in the back of the diner and raised a brow at her.


“What?”

“Did you put Skid Row on?”

“Mhmm… was it that obvious?”

“Kinda.” Baron smirked a little.


“Was that an actual smile?” Savannah retorted, poking out her tongue at him. “What took you so long?”

“Had to get something out of the trunk.”

“Oh. I mean it wasn’t my business..” Savannah went quiet and Baron watched her, quietly. “It’s fine.” he coughed as he tore his eyes off of her, focusing on the menu instead.


“I’m getting the triple cheeseburger and the loaded cheese fries.” Savannah mused aloud, mostly to break the silence and Baron looked up, brow raised.


“I’m a growing girl!”

“Where in the hell are you going to put all that?”

“Places?” Savannah laughed and shook her head, her cheeks tinting a dark red. “What? You think I can’t eat it all?”


“I’m telling you, Savannah.. I’ve eaten here between shows.. Their burgers are bigger than normal.. And the triple is literally almost as big as your head.”


“And I’m telling you.. I’ve eaten here before and I think I got it.”

“Okay, alright. But I’m not holdin your hair when you’re pukin and miserable.”

“You don’t have to. Just trust me.”


Baron waved his hands and went silent.


==


I laughed quietly to myself and groaned as I finished the last bite of the burger sitting in front of me. The diner was quiet and the silence wasn’t too awkward, but it was just a little awkward. I slunk to the jukebox in the back and straightened a dollar out, sliding it into the slot. I was moving my hips in time with the song when I saw him standing behind me in the reflection on the glass of the jukebox. Self consciously, I licked my lips and toyed with the choker around my neck.


I felt his body brushing against mine from behind lightly and I whimpered quietly as I turned around and found myself body to body with him and he chuckled, his eyes roaming slowly over my body. I smirked and after swallowing hard, I pulled myself together and managed to ask him cockily, “Like what you’re lookin at, Baron?”


“You have no idea, kitten.” he muttered back, moving closer, his hands gripping my hips. “Ready to hit the road again?”


“Y-yeah.” I managed to answer as I worked on getting myself back under control. My thighs were clenching painfully tight and my panties were dripping wet and I scowled at myself.. How in the hell had I even remotely thought that sharing a car with him for 12 hours, on my worst heat cycle to date was even sort of a good idea?


But so far, we hadn’t been fighting nonstop, either.

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2017 The Year We Write!

Hey All,

My Goodreads Reading Challenge this year is 75 books. That’s ½ of what I read last year.  Why? Because in 2017, I intend to write. 

I finished the first draft of my book last year and the notes I received back were not great. So, then I wrote the second draft and the notes are trickling in… consensus? My book is doing too much. I basically have written two books and combined it into one. What does that mean? To get these stories and characters out of my head (FINALLY) I have to write both of those books this year,

To my booklr followers, no worries. 75 books still means around 6 books or more a month, which means the reviews won’t slow down. I am still impatient and excited for many new releases this year including History is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera which I LOVED  and will be reviewing very soon. 

To my writer followers, this means that the blog is going back to basics. Writing challenges, writing tips, and idea discussions like we used to have.

In 2017, I challenge us to finally finish our books.

I don’t just mean draft 1, I mean however many drafts we have until we’re ready for querying.

I plan to start a beta reader network where we will all agree to read each other’s books and send critique criticisms. I have a few friends in the publishing industry, I will ask them to write up query tips and also interview some agents to hear what it is that they are looking for, etc in 2017.

But, first…we have to finish our books and get them ready.

Who is with me?

Imagine Life After Becoming Deaf On A Hunt – Part 2

Originally posted by signinggifs

Request: Can you please do a part 2 for Imagine life after becoming deaf on a hunt? Thank you! – Anonymous

Author’s Note: Here ya go! I hope you like it! I still haven’t caught up on SPN, but I heard the mid season finale was last night? Did everyone like it? Do you all like the show so far? I’m just plain lazy, that’s why I haven’t caught up yet. – Haley xx


Part 1

It’s been over a year since your small melt down about becoming deaf had happened. Dean eventually stopped getting mad at you over your alarm and replaced it with one that vibrates. Sam had done some research and found that the city of Lebanon was doing courses on ASL, as much as you thought you would never learn, all three of you went.

It was difficult to learn sign language. Everything you sign must be perfect down to a t or you could be saying it wrong, and the hand motions made your head spin. You were frustrated a lot, but Sam kept practicing with you and you were finally getting it.

Hunting was different, to say the least. You had to be more careful because you couldn’t hear, but with certain things, you would be able to feel the vibration through the floor more than your brothers could. You had finally adjusted to the life you had now.

There was one thing that happened that took you by surprise, during those ASL courses, you had caught the eye of a man in there. Actually, it was the instructor. He wasn’t completely deaf, but he taught the free classes so more people could learn. He was tall and handsome and he made you blush during the first class.

You two started texting each other. And that led to small dates, when you weren’t hunting, to a few double dates with him and some of his friends. He never questioned why you lost your hearing or asked how long you’ve been like that. He got along with your brothers, which was a big deal for you because every other guy you’ve brought home never got this far with you. Dean and Sam have their own special way of making a date feel like scum.

Even though a year had passed since you last heard your brothers’ voices, or an alarm, or any damn thing, you were happy. Happier than you could ever imagine. You learned how to sign, you could half ass a conversation by reading lips when earlier you wouldn’t even try and now you have a man beside you.

For a Winchester, your life was staring to get decent and you wouldn’t change it for anything. 

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—catching up on kanji lessons by learning the kanji of school subjects ;-; I can’t get my kanji to look proportional but I guess that comes with practice, hahaha.

also I reached 101 followers and my last post now has 850+ notes??? that is so insane wow thanks, everyone!!

It’s your girl Lydia, back again with some saphael recommendations!

I am entirely devoted to malec, but this ship is seriously underrated and I’m bringing it to light, so here we go!

A few notes from the compiler:

I still haven’t figured it out, is compiler even a word???

Again, please excuse my editing skills, this one is worse than the last one

I love getting messages from you guys, so keep ‘em coming!

you all have @wontloseyou to thank for this, thank you for requesting it!

As always, we are #blessed


Night Hours by carstairsjems (1,5k) Rating: General Audiences

What were Raphael and Simon really thinking during the whole ‘stick around’ scene in 1x11? And what happened after Clary’s departure?

“I like the way you handled yourself in this negotiation.” Raphael says, pleasantly surprised by Simon’s bravery to stand up to him and his loyalty to his friends. Maybe one day that loyalty would be transferred to Raphael and the clan. He hopes so. He hates the jealousy that wells within him when the fledgling chooses the Shadowhunters over him. ‘No,’ Raphael reprimands himself. ‘Over the clan, I mean.’ “Stick around.”

Pizza by RazzmatazzWillow (0,9k) Rating: General Audiences

Based on a tumblr prompt from @gabrielthetricksterarchangel: who gets hungry in the middle of the night and who walks into the kitchen the next morning to find the first person passed out on the floor surrounded by pizza crusts?

side effects of pretending to be in love by themadtilde (1,7k) Rating: Teen

“I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend,” said Raphael, slowly unfolding his hands form where they were placed on the desk before him.

Pointing North by Thewholocked (1k) Rating: General Audiences

“As far as Simon knew, everyone was born with a compass on their forearm, just below the wrist. Some of them were colored with swirling patterns, some of them were plain, some of them looked ancient and no one knew why, they just accepted it.”

AU where a person is born with a compass that leads them to their soulmate

in another universe by themadtilde (0,9k) Raeting: Teen

Saw this on tumblr: Simon gets stuck in AU just to find out the Raphael Santiago is his boyfriend there and wrote it.

too good to be good for me, too bad that that’s all I need  by moriartyscupoftea (2,3k) Rating: Teen

In which Simon and Raphael go and meet Raphael’s bitter ex old friend, and Simon realizes some things.

“I want you to come with me,” Raphael admitted, probably aiming for casual, but to Simon he sounded embarrassed and anxious. Simon was, if possible, even more confused. “Why would you want me there? I’m not very good at this, this vampirething yet, if you haven’t noticed.” Raphael mumbled something under his breath, which sounded suspiciously like 'how could I have missed that’.

Excuses by kuro1neko2kun (2,2k) Rating: Teen

Simon tries to convince his mom that everything is a-okay and he’s definitely not doing drugs. Things go…interestingly

Mine by babybunnyhunny (1,6k) Rating: Teen

After a long day of hanging out with the shadowhunter gang at the institute, Simon returns to the hotel to find a very irritated and possibly jealous Raphael waiting for him.

Flirting 101 by TrickyVicky3 (3,1k) Rating: Not Rated

Raphael sighs, shaking his head more to himself than anything else as he reaches down for Simon and pulls the other boy up again. “That will be all for today” he pulls the bottom of his tank top up, using the material to wipe away sweat, unaware of Simon’s gaze tracking over his abdomen. “You did good but not good enough, even if you pinning me down was kind of hot”

the art of asking your frenemy on a date by themadtilde (2,8k) Rating: Teen

“Well, how would you have done it? If you were going to ask someone out on your first date. What would Simon Lewis do to make the person you’re frenemies with, agree to go on a date with you?”
“I would do it like this. Raphael Santiago, would you like to go to the movies with me?”
“That wa - what?”

or: Three times Raphael tried to ask Simon on a date, and one time Simon asked him instead.

Texts from Last Night by kuro1neko2kun (0,5k) Rating: Teen

(915): I told you I was good to drive

(1-915): dumbass I drove… you sat in the passengers seat and steered with a paper plate

algunos cosas son del destino by moriartyscupoftea (1,5k) Rating: Teen

Simon is pretty sure Raphael is going to murder him one day, and it’s all going to be Clary’s fault, somehow.

"Listen, guys,” he started. “I don’t think you realize what kind of schedules vampires keep.” Everyone present - Clary, Jace, Izzy and Alec - looked at him with confusion. “What do you mean?” Jace asked, frowning more than usual. Simon gulped. “Imean, it’s, what, three o'clock? Raphael’s sleeping.” Or at least had been when Simon had sneaked out of the bed. “Or, you know, probably is. I wouldn’t know, personally, but it’s an educated guess.” Izzy looked at him with raised brows. Simon was seriously starting to think that his rambling was becoming a problem.

Fuzzy Feelings by kuro1neko2kun (1,1k) Rating: General Audiences 

“I just came out of surgery and I’m convinced you’re my partner but you’re the just the long suffering (and super hot) nurse” AU

forever isn’t too long, when i’m right where i belong  by moriartyscupoftea (4,1k) Rating: Teen

Raphael sat on the living room chair, the cup of tea Magnus had practically forced on him balanced on his knee, while Magnus himself was slouched on the sofa, laughing. “You,” he wheezed in between hysterical fits of giggles, “are going to propose? To Simon?” Raphael pursed his lips, praying for strength from anyone.

I know what you are (say it) bisexual by thankyouforexisting (6,3k) Rating: Teen

Simon tells himself,

It’s not gay, it’s not gay, I’m totally not checking him out, he just had that stain on his right trouser leg….

Raphael is, apparently, a rich as fuck vampire, because the suit shop they go in is fancy as hell. They park in the basement, because, uh, sunlight, and even though dusk has fallen it’s better to be safe than sorry (sorry meaning dead). Raphael keeps smirking, which does nothing to help Simon’s inner mantra that consists of

I’m straight, I’m straight holy fuck is he licking his lip- I’m straight..

“This,” the vampire announces as they walk into the shop, smiling faintly, looking, almost for the first time since Simon’s met him, as if he’s relaxed, “is the greatest place in the world, Simon Lewis.”

He looks at him then, grinning, eyes dark, shining, looking more polished than ever but somehow oddly vulnerable, and Simon’s breath hitches, his insides turning to goo.

His mantra becomes

Let me not jump him, or, at least, not in public..

Customer Satisfication by kuro1neko2kun (2,1k) Rating: Teen

You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU

your left hand man by finkpishnets (4k) Rating: Teen

“Okay,” Simon says, shoving a shirt back into the overly ornate closet that takes up half his room, “this isn’t a nineties movie. There’s not going to be a shopping montage to indie rock chick music, and even though tiny backpacks are probably cool again, please don’t ever buy one.”

Raphael looks at him like he’s a moron. “Do you even understand half the stuff that comes out of your mouth?”

then you’ll wake up by finkpishnets (3,5) Rating: Teen

“How is the training going?” Clary asks, and Simon shrugs, resisting the urge to pull a face.

“Well, Raphael hasn’t staked me yet, so that’s progress.”

5 Times Simon Thought Raphael Was Insulting Him In Spanish (+One Time Simon Realized He Wasn’t) by lizards (6k) Rating: Teen

Raphael likes to lowkey compliment Simon, the only problem is that Simon highkey has no freaking clue what he’s saying.

When’s a monster not an monster? by scalira (7,5k) Rating: General Audiences

Oh, when you love it.

Welcome home by Shadowspeaker (12,5k) Rating: Teen

“Dios,” He whispers to himself, rubbing his face, but it doesn’t take away the absurd thought that’s crossed his mind. He types back a reply eventually and then rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling. In the dark, the shape of coffee brown iris’ and plush pink lips smiling form. Raphael rolls over with a frustrated growl and grabs up his phone again sending the texts quickly before he can change his mind.

Raphael invites Simon home to meet his family

Not-So Secret Desires by babybunnyhunny (1,7k) Rating: Mature 

With Raphael out meeting with important vampires, Simon thinks he’ll finally have some alone-time. However, his night ends up going way differently then he expected…


I hope I did an okay job, please reblog and share it so as many people as possible get to see it and use it! I appreciate you all and thank you!

/Lydia Isabelle

Baron | all I want pt 6 | Corbin

AUTHORS NOTE:

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE

And this chapter was the start of this neat idea that came up when my girl @writergrrrl29 and I were talking last night and it’s more or less Baron and Savannah getting to know each other.. Without fighting, *le gasp*. But yes, it’s more plot. There are fluffy and kinda cute / sexy moments and yes, I swear to God, smut is still incoming.

This is just going to be a slow burn too. I hope you guys are enjoying it because I am really enjoying writing it, to be honest.

Proud Barons Bitch, Livvie

SEXY AND AWKWARD MOMENTS HERE. THE FIRST PART OF TWO OR THREE. I SWEAR Y’ALL THE SMUT IS COMING AND ILY ALL SO MUCH FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME TO THIS POINT.

WARNINGS:

eventually rough sex, !Alpha Baron x !Omega Reader, biting/marking, talks of alpha omega dynamics ( things like reader having a heat cycle, Baron knotting reader at some point, etc) and pretty much anything that comes to me. I’ll update the warnings as needed.


Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

“Ah c’mon! Fuckin seriously? Country is all that will pick up?” Baron’s words broke a four hour silence and in the passenger seat, he sniggered as Savannah came alive and gave him a raised brow while reaching out to turn up the radio. “You’re going through the midwest and close to t he south, did you honestly expect any different? And what’s wrong with Luke Bryan anyway?”


“It’s not even real country, like.. Johnny Cash.. That Waylon guy or whatever..” Baron was faltering and he chuckled. “I don’t know, okay? Just sounds more like that pop bullshit to me.”


Savannah was too busy humming along and dancing a little in her seat to notice and the second her body started to move, Baron felt his throat closing and he swallowed hard. He sniggered again and tried to focus on the road and Savannah sang along louder, badly off key. He grimaced and eyed her and Savannah froze as her eyes locked on his.


“What? What’s wrong now, huh?”

“Nothing, it’s just.. You are not turning out to be the kind of girl I thought you were.” Baron shrugged as he spoke and Savannah eyed him quietly, twisting hair around her fingertips and biting her lip. “Oh? And how’s that, hmm?”


“Oh, it’s.. It’s interesting.” Baron struggled for a word and Savannah gave an eye roll and then told him with a smirk, “If you’re complimentin me, Corbin, then thanks.. And you’re maybe not the grouchy asshole I originally thought you were either. But I’m still pissed at you for hustling me in that game of pool back at that diner.”


“I didn’t hustle you! You didn’t ask me if I happened to be good at playing. I assumed you knew.”

“You hustled me.”

“Yeah well you were trying to hustle me first.. That whole ‘adjusting my shirt’ thing… Like I wasn’t gonna guess you were trying to distract me and make me miss. Which, by the way, did not work.”


“Sure it didn’t, Romeo.. That’s why the fucking cue ball went all the way to the counter outside of the game room? Admit it.. My titties are amazing little mounds of distraction.” Savannah was laughing and Baron, to his shock, was reddening in the face a little.. He’d never actually thought Savannah was this feisty or outgoing, yeah he’d known she was feisty but this.. He hadn’t known she was this feisty.. And the wisecracks, they kept him laughing, they had for almost the entire past 5 or 6 hours of the drive.


But Baron was getting tired and Savannah had just driven at least 2 hours and he was not going to make her drive at night while he slept it off in the passenger seat. He yawned and to his surprise, before he could suggest it, Savannah blurted it out..


“Why don’t we just take our time? It’s not like I have to be in a huge hurry and you…”

“I don’t either.” Baron answered quickly while mid yawn. Savannah bit her lip and eyed him as she wondered to herself what the hell she was getting into, what she was about to suggest, but before she could stop or censor it, make it not seem so pushy or whatever, she’d said it. “We could stop. There’s a hotel up ahead.. We could sleep and start fresh tomorrow..”


“We could.” Baron mused thoughtfully as he looked over at her out of the corner of his eye, found her staring at her hands. “This hasn’t been hell.”


“No, it hasn’t..” Baron admitted as he coughed a little. “About that day on the plane.. I shouldn’t have.. Like, I didn’t have to be such a fucking dick.”


and I really do want you, kitten… more than you realize… so much more… he was so close to saying the words but they got stuck in his throat because what if she laughed it off? Or worse, what if his words started a fight?


After all, she had gotten upset two days ago and just bluntly told him that she felt like him suddenly realizing he was wrong only made it seem like it was everything to do with her heat cycle and him seeing her as only holes to fuck and not anything beyond it.


she’s totally wrong about that.. you just have to show her


Savannah shrugged and bit her lip, went to looking at her hands, the blanket draped over her, anything but directly at him as she tried to figure out whether he was actually apologizing or whether he was strictly reminding her that it was only her heat cycle making him want her, but acknowledging that he didn’t have to be a jerk about it when he had. “It’s not a big deal. You act like I’m fragile.” was the safest response that came to her and so that’s the one she went with.


I do wonder though… is all this just because I’m in heat or… and here I go again, letting him get to me… if I’m not careful, I’ll wind up in his bed… which is not a good idea… a fun one, yes.. but not a good one


“I still shouldn’t have went off on you like that.” Baron eyed her, her scent held wariness… and every last bit of restraint she apparently possessed. She still wanted him, she just wasn’t willing to cave in and admit it.. he focused harder and picked up on hurt.


What he’d been doing had really hurt her. He found himself swallowing hard as he stared intently out at the road ahead. Almost as if on cue, Savannah reached out and fumbled with the radio stations and started to hum along to yet another country song as she turned her attention out the window, gasping a little at the town they were passing through, the way the main part of it had every single house and storefront lit up with Christmas lights. “I always loved ridin and lookin at lights.. After my mom died, my dad, he… he kinda stopped. Christmas started to be just me and the old man, out in the garage.. or him out there and me up in my room..” Savannah wasn’t aware that she’d said anything out loud until she heard Baron mumble something and then his eyes met hers at a red light and he mumbled a quick apology.


“I’m sorry too.. About your dad… I kinda saw how it hurt when you mentioned him and your grandfather on Inked.”


“I’m used to it now.”

“Same.. Anyway, I was not trying to be a downer.. maybe it’s better if I just sit over here and look out the window.. yeah.. really good idea.” Savannah rambled nervously and Baron got the distinct feeling that she was nervous because she wasn’t used to really opening up to many people.


Which was an interesting contradiction considering she was loud and wild and in your face a lot of the time..

“It’s okay.. I don’t mind and I won’t snap your head off.”


Rather than start talking again, Savannah made herself focus on watching the houses as they went past.

They came to a stop at the hotel and Savannah was out and grabbing her bags quickly, almost like she couldn’t wait to get away. Baron couldn’t resist himself, he lightly gripped her hip and held her where she stood.


“Are you okay?”

“Just fidgety… And tired… And I smell gross, I need a shower. Why?” Savannah did her best to keep a poker face but Baron saw through it and eyed her, brow raised. “You really are okay with stopping overnight.. Right?”


“Totally. I mean it’s not like we’ll be stuck sharing a room, right?”


but you cannot stand here and deny that you’d love it if you were.. just not until you KNOW it’s really how he feels and not just because you’re in heat and he’s horny because of it…. The thought was a quick one and it was almost like she shoved it out and buried it, but Baron picked up on it as soon as it crossed her mind because it pushed her scent to the peak of it’s mouth watering sweetness and he felt his cock straining against his jeans.


He knew exactly what he had to do now, and while it was going to take a while to do it, it would be worth it if he could make it happen and finally get them over this whole frustrating mess he’d managed to make.


“It’s about to rain. Don’t know about you, Baron, but I’m goin in.” Savannah eyed him, a curious look in her eyes, her fingers slowly moving over that braided leather choker at her neck and Baron licked his lips, coughed and nodded.


==

“What the hell do you mean there’s only one room?” I asked the desk clerk in the lobby, gaping a moment. Behind me, I could feel Baron moving closer and oddly enough, it sort of calmed me down? Not much but a little. I was freaking out.


why in the actual fuck did you suggest stopping overnight?…. Oh right… so the guy whose only into you because you’re in heat could sleep… because you love him…. I was really letting myself have it mentally and Baron spoke up.


“Does the room have two beds?”

“No, it only has one.. but we can get ya a cot, somethin.” the clerk smacked her gum as she looked up at Baron with an unmistakable look of desire in her eyes that was almost enough to make me want to choke her. Rather than do that, I took a deep breath and looked at Baron. “I’ll sleep in the car. You can take the room. You’re bigger, you’re sleepier. Won’t be the first time I’ve slept in a car and most likely will not be the last given how I like my tequila.”


I’d turned, started to walk back out the doors of the hotel but Baron caught my wrist and stopped me. “You are not sleeping in the car. They can get another bed to put in the room. If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think you were…”


“I’m what?”

“Scared to be alone with me?” Baron’s eyes fixed on mine and I gulped as I thought to myself, … only because I know I won’t be able to resist you… and I’m still not sure if you really want me or you just want to fuck me…. But I scoffed.


“Alright, we’ll take the room.” I declared it boldly as I walked back up to the check in desk. Turning to Baron, I poked out my  tongue and then picked up my bags, trying to ignore the now unreal burning feverish ache as it settled back in… or the way my thighs were clenched and that wasn’t even helping the stream of wetness flowing rapidly down my inner thighs at the moment making my panties entirely too uncomfortable to wear.


“Last one up gets the cold shower.” I called out over my shoulder as I pushed the up button on an elevator that looked like it saw it’s better days around the same time that Scarface was still a huge box office hit. I took a few deep breaths and looked at my reflection in the shiny metal of the doors.


“I can do this. It’s just a night.” I mumbled the words to myself as I tapped my foot, waiting on the elevator. I saw Baron when he got to where I was, standing there behind me. He was smirking a little but he was saying nothing.


smirk all you want… but this kitchen is closed until I know whether I’d just be a breeder to you or you really feel something for me, stud… I thought to myself as I smirked right back.


“Hot, cold.. the water temperature won’t matter to me, kitten. Besides, I took a shower this morning, I’m good.”


“Awesome. More hot water for me then.” I felt his body brushing against mine and I bit my lip, tensing up by default as his scent filled my nose and once again sent my horomones into a fucking nosedive. He chuckled and just sort of stared at me a few seconds, almost like he knew something and he was just waiting, picking his moment.


I poked out my tongue and he leaned in, whispered into my ear quietly, “You do realize that one day you’re going to stick out your tongue and I’m gonna do something about it… Right?”


“You do realize that it’s not you as in physical you that scares me… Right?” I asked in a whisper as he stared at me a few seconds, puzzling out what I meant.


“I’m in heat and I don’t trust myself around you.. But don’t worry, I’ll behave myself tonight.” and with the statement out, I stepped onto the elevator, leaving him gaping at me for a split second before he got onto the elevator too.


Did I mention that I’m very good at making things awkward? Because if you haven’t guessed it by now, yeah… I am.

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