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.

why did i spend time on this  a word cloud of every key word the twelfth doctor has said - from ‘the time of the doctor’ to ‘the return of doctor mysterio’ (including class because how could i not). long story short, his catchphrase is clara (the larger the word the more it was said)

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Jughead x Reader: A Nightmare Approaches

Request:

Hi can you please write something with Jughead about that it’s your first time sleeping together (not sex just sleeping) and you get a nightmare? But you get all embarrassed and don’t want to talk about it but then he comforts you. thank you xx

 A/N: I loved writing about this, I like the idea of just cuddling since I still see Jughead as asexual (Can cuddle with you), but hey everyone has their opinions on this subject, but no he is not asexual in this. I’ll take this time to say I do not write smut sorry. Hopefully you guys enjoy this one since I got like over 100 notes on my last Jughead imagine which I didn’t think it was going to get that much, but thank you guys for liking and reblogging it really means a lot to me.

Words: 1040

Summary: Reader parents are away and she invites Jughead over.

Spoilers: I had inspiration for the nightmare form American Horror Story: Coven.

Warnings: Jughead hates Netflix

“(Y/N)!” you’re parents called out as you rushed to see them in the kitchen.

“Yeah, mom and dad?” You asked them.

“Your dad and I have to take a trip on the weekend and we can’t take you, you’re going to be alone, no monkey business” You mother proclaimed.

“Promise” You motioned your right hand against your heart.

It was now Friday morning as you were getting ready for school, that your parents called out for you and you ran downstairs

“(Y/N), remember to lock all the doors and windows” your dad claimed.

“I will, dad promise” as you reached in for a hug.

“We left you some cash in the drawer and deposited some in your bank account” your mom comforted you as she gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Geez, mom are you leaving for a weekend trip or are you gonna start a new life and leave me stranded alone in the horror of a small town that is Riverdale?” you mocked your mother.

“Stay safe baby” your parents chimed in at the same time as they exited the front door and you went up to your room to finish up before you grabbed your backpack and locked the door of course and rushed to school.

As you entered Riverdale High, you searched for your friends in the crowded hallway and made your way to them.

“What took you so long?” Betty announced.

“Parents went on a weekend “business” trip” you told them while motioning your fingers as quotes “they gave me the stay safe, killer on the loose, no parties speech” you added on.

“Damn, I was about to ask you throw one” Kevin chuckled knowing you, you would never dare to throw a party unless your parents approved.

“They would never find out (Y/N), let’s do it!” Ronnie praised.

“Oh you are so new to Riverdale” Kevin addressed putting his hand on Veronica’s shoulder.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re that much of a goodie-good girl” Veronica questioned you.

“She’s a saint” Archie blurted.

“More than Betty?” Veronica continued as Betty smiled.

“No” Jughead spoke up with a smirk on his face making everyone go into a fit of laughter.

“God, I didn’t mean it like that” Jughead retorted as you blushed and he reached to grab your hand.

“I’d like to think Betty and I take risks when the risk taking needs to happen” you admitted to your friends with a smile.

“Take the risk (Y/N)” Kevin and Ronnie spoke in sync.

“Not worth it” you apologized “I can barely stand these losers at school, why would I invite them to my home” you continued as Archie, Kevin and Veronica sighed.

“How about tomorrow you guys just come chill at my house, a little friend get-together, my parents wouldn’t mind my friends” you commented.

“A loophole, you daredevil” Kevin complimented as you gave them a devilish smirk and they all nodded.

The school bell rang and your friends went their ways to get to class.

“Hey Jug” you cooed as he turned to see you as you guys made your way to your classes “How about you come over after school and we could watch a movie” you confessed.

“A home date, deal” he answered and kissed your cheek as he let your hand go and you both parted ways to your classes.

As school ended, you made your way to Jughead leaning against your locker.

“Hey, you ready?” You spoke as Jughead planted a kiss on your lips and grabbed you by the hand.

“How about I go grab a movie and you order the food and we meet at your house, please no Netflix” Jughead declared as you both walked out of school and you chuckled at his comment.

“Fine, Netflix hater, Pops burgers or pizza?” you replied at your boyfriend Jughead.

“Both” Jughead chuckled and you laughed.

“Okay, I’ll order you both, but grab like three movie choices” you declared as you parted ways.

You picked up the burgers and shakes from Pops and walked home to wait for the pizza delivery.

A few minutes later the pizza arrived and so you started getting the living room ready for your movie date with Jughead.

“Coming in!” Jughead clarified while opening the door to your house making his way to the living room.

“I brought (Y/F/M), (Jughead’s favorite movie) (Both yours & Jughead’s favorite movie)” Jughead acknowledged and you smiled at him.

“See these amazing films are not on Netflix” Jughead retorted and you giggled at his comment.

“Oh Juggie, Netflix doesn’t care about your modernizing problems, they’re subscribers beat you” you sassed him as you picked the first movie.

You guys enjoyed the delicious food and movies, you didn’t even realize you both knocked out cuddling on the couch. Although you started shifting too much and sweat started creeping your forehead. Jughead woke up from your squirming and began to worry he shook you so you could wake up. You opened your eyes and were breathing very heavily.

“(Y/N) are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?” Jughead questioned you worriedly.

“Oh no, I’m fine Juggie” You blurted out embarrassed about telling him about your nightmare.

“Oh c’mon (Y/N/N), you were squirming and sweating, I swear I won’t laugh, I’m here for you babe” Jughead confirmed smiling at you and giving you a kiss on your hand.

“Okay, but you can’t laugh” You confessed while blushing, telling him your nightmare, where Jughead kept breaking up with you and that same clip played over and over and wouldn’t stop.

Jughead gave you a smile and kissed you on the lips and you kissed back.

“I’m not letting you go, especially not in mine or your dreams” Jughead reassured you “Also I shouldn’t have let you eat that much” Jughead added with a small chuckle.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, that way you’d have more” you added on and you both started laughing.  

It was late and you didn’t want Jughead out there, with a killer on the loose, so you made a fort in your living room and fell asleep, cuddling each other to sleep and you questioned why you both never did this before since you felt safer in his arms.

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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. 

Here to help, not to stay

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

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

Easter eggs/ Staff Roster for LLSHP AU

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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.

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?

(Request: heey, could you do something like very sad angst with Daryl? I’m in the mood to get my heart broken lol)

Note: i hope you’re still in that mood cause here it is!

Warning: death, blood, scary negan, angst, pls dont hate me for writing this I dont wanna break your hearts, love u all :)
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Originally posted by nothingmorethanawildchild

“You don’t have to go” Daryl said.

He had been trying to persuade you for the last hour not to go to the sanctuary with Rick. No one else had volunteered to go so you stepped up. You knew what the risks were and you were ready to take them, but Daryl had other ideas.

“But I want to”

“You know what he’s like (y/n), why would you wanna go see him again?”

“If you haven’t noticed, no one has stepped up to go with Rick. You think he wants to go see Negan after the shit he’s been through? If something happens I can handle it and stand my ground!” you snapped.

Daryl looked to the floor one last time, knowing that there was no way to change your stubborn mind. He sighed and gave you one last hug before you left for the sanctuary.
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Daryl spent hours pacing around your house, waiting for you to get back. He was worrying about all the different outcomes this meeting could have. You were the first person Daryl felt like he could really open up to after Merle died, and he didn’t want to lose you too. He would have nothing left. He moved his pacing to outside and he hoped that you guys would return soon.
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You stood in front of Negan with your head hanging low. This meeting wasn’t going well so far, Rick was answering all the questions in a tone that Negan didn’t like.

“The fuck do you mean you don’t have my stuff? I thought the whole point of this meeting was so that you could bring me my shit!” he shouted. He swung Lucille over his shoulder and you flinched at the movement.

“Supplies have been scarce recently. We’re barely even getting enough for ourselves” Rick argued back.

Negan took a deep breath in before speaking. “So, you think that getting supplies for you is more important than getting them for me?”

“That’s not what I-” Rick was cut off by the sound of gunfire.

You heard it too, and it was only until Rick looked at you in shock that you realised the bullet had entered you. You looked at Rick before dropping to the ground and coughing up blood.

“Simon! I didn’t say shoot!” Negan shouted to the man next to him.

“Sorry boss”

“You better get back Rick, remember, the less people you have the less hands you’ll have to help find supplies” Negan’s spiteful voice rung in your ears as you started to see stars. You don’t know what was going on but you assumed you had been carried to the car by Rick as you heard the rumble of the engine and the car start moving.

The journey felt like it took hours, your vision kept going black and you often heard Rick trying to talk to you. You didn’t know where you had been shot but you guessed it was around your chest area as there was a deep and agonizing pain there.

“We’re nearly there (y/n), just hang tight a little longer” Rick said. You let out an inaudible groan before you felt the car speed up.
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Rick shouted for help as he tried to carefully drag you out of the car. You dropped to the floor and lay there, worn out. So many people had approached you but you didn’t see the one person you really cared about.

“Move!”

You opened your eyes to see Daryl had kneeled down next to you, tears in his eyes. You felt your eyes burning too and you finally let the tears spill down your face.

“I’m sorry” you said before coughing up more blood. The movement hurt your chest even more and more tears fell.

“What the hell happened” Daryl asked frantically, trying to cover up the bullet wound with his hand to stop more blood flow.

“Daryl stop” Rick whispered.

You felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head, it was getting harder and harder to focus on one thing when everything kept merging into one big mess. You felt cold, and tired, like you just wanted to sleep forever.

“Daryl? I’m so tired” was the last thing you said before closing your eyes and leaving this life to rest.

“(Y/n)? No, shit no (y/n)?! Rick do something help her!” Daryl was shouting like a maniac while everyone stood back and lowered their heads in respect for you.

Rick placed a hand on Daryl’s shoulder while he too shed a few tears. Daryl stayed still as he looked at you, memories from the day you both first met to now. He remembered how you too clashed at first, always bickering and arguing, but then you became close after Merle died and he had opened up to you. He didn’t realise the tears were falling down his face until Rick spoke and he quickly wiped them away.

“Do you want to do it? Or should I?” When Daryl saw the knife in Ricks hand he knew what he was asking. He didn’t want to do it, but out of respect and friendship he did. He took the knife from Ricks hand and slowly watched as he entered the blade into your skull, killing you forever.
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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.


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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.