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Negan/Rick Fic List

(Last Updated: April 28, 2017)

List of fics I personally loved. Made this so it’s easier for me to find them. Prolly the closest thing to a fic rec list I can do (I’M SORRY)…

Chaptered (Complete):

Chaptered (Ongoing):

  • All the Hallowed Roads -If Negan met Rick in TWD season 1 
  • Excess -Negan coerces Rick into marrying him amongst other things (PRETTY DARK.)
  • Ready for Another Life -canonverse!Rick wakes up in an AU where he’s been in a relationship with Negan for years (SAD STUFF AHEAD) 
  • Bloodsport -Negan asks Rick to marry him (the Sanctuary/Savior characters as the supporting cast)
  • The New World Order -if Rick met Negan in TWD season 2 (Negan’s already with The Saviors) 
  • Your Body’s Borders -If Negan was with Abe’s group, and happens upon Rick who seems extremely troubled post-Terminus
  • hallelujah -AU Rick picks up a mysterious hitchhiker (Non-con, VERY VERY DARK and violent)
  • Red riding hood and the big bad wolf -Childhood friends AU
  • All Roads Lead to Terminus -If Negan was in a different group searching for Terminus and ends up defending Rick’s group/the prison from the Governor’s attack
  • Heart In A Blender -AU friends to lovers
  • The Delegation of Power -Simon takes an interest in Rick, handling things a little differently when Negan’s not around (Non-con)
  • Parallax -AU Sci-fi, Rick and Negan are part of a crew sent to investigate a distant planet, which their ship crash lands in. Stuck, they have to work together to survive and find a way out


Fic Collections/Answered Prompts:

By @hatterized​ :

By @neganstonguething​ :

By @psychosexualnegan

By @ocegion 

“One shot where Rick is saved by Negan after he stops breathing and it’s hella awkward.” (I see what you did there anon ;D )

That’s it for now. There are other fics that I’m interested in and currently following, but I’m still waiting to see how they go and how I feel about them??? So I won’t add them here for now… Will be constantly updating this post I guess.

lightshesaid  asked:

omg so much microfic. How about some Shiro & Ulaz & a panic attack?

how about it? ;)

“Shiro. Shiro!”

Shiro comes back to himself with a panicked start, lungs burning as he struggles for air. His heart’s pounding, fit to burst right out of his chest. His eyes skitter frantically over a blurred nothing. Where - where - ?!

“Shiro,” the voice repeats, insistent but calm. Something squeezes his hand. “Shiro, you must breathe. Can you do that? Inhale.”

Shiro sucks in a ragged gasp of air, lungs heaving, trying.

“Good,” the voice says, fierce but hushed. “Let it out. Again.”

Shiro obeys. Inch by inch he breathes; inch by inch the voice talks him down. Inch by inch his heart stops pounding. Gradually his surroundings clarify into dull sense. He’s sitting on the dirt floor, back pressed hard against two walls. He’s curled up into the corner. He can’t move his hands -

No. His right arm rests palm-up by his side, heavy and limp. Only his left hand is being held. Long fingers grip his, and the slight tip of claws brush against his wrist.

Someone crouches in front of him, their face furrowed in deep concern.

“Ulaz,” Shiro gasps.

“That is correct,” Ulaz says, quietly. His yellow eyes betray no alarm, merely worry. “Are you with me?”

Shiro’s left hand is caught up in Ulaz’s own, the Galra’s grip firm but not restrictive. Shiro’s knees are tucked tightly into his chest; Ulaz is crouched before him, immobile and steady. Even squatting down, Ulaz is so much larger than Shiro is. His knees press right above Shiro’s own, and his larger form neatly blocks Shiro’s view of the cell door. The edges of the door’s active energy field shimmer brightly around Ulaz’s form, a purple halo Shiro will see in his dreams for a week -

“No.” A hand grips his chin. Shiro flinches, bucking, but Ulaz’s claws are gentle. “Look at me. Do not look at the door.”

“H-how are you here?” Shiro manages. His tongue’s dry, lips cracked.

“I came after you,” Ulaz says, as matter-of-fact as if he were merely discussing the weather.

Came after you. But the cell door is active, and locked. That means -

Shiro fights against Ulaz’s grip, weak and shaking. Ulaz releases Shiro’s chin, but remains crouched before him, still blocking Shiro’s view of the active door. Even so - “You s-shouldn’t be here! What have you done?!”

“Do not worry about me,” Ulaz says, sharp. There’s no sign of injury on his face or hands. Ulaz is unharmed except that he’s imprisoned here, too, trapped just like Shiro. “This was my choice. Shiro, listen to me. The rest of your team is coming, but your Paladins will not get here in time. Your captors are coming for you first, unless we can stop them.”

The brief hope winging through Shiro’s chest sputters, caught. He thinks about crying: not in front of Ulaz. He thinks about running: the door is locked. He thinks about fighting -

“My arm,” Shiro whispers. His right arm is a deadweight at his side, metal fingers limp and lifeless. He cannot move them. “They - they did something-”

“I know,” Ulaz says. His calm voice is a rock, steady despite the undercurrent of urgency running through his words. “I can fix it, but it will hurt. However, if I re-activate your arm, we can use it to get out of this cell and find somewhere to bide time until your team arrives. Your captors will not hurt you.”

It will hurt.

Your captors are coming for you first.

Not even a choice. Shiro laughs, the shakiest of exhales. “Do it.”

Pride flits into Ulaz’s eyes, chased by a clear measure of confusion. Maybe laughing about their impending demise and torture through one way or another isn’t the reaction Ulaz expected. Oh, well. Ulaz should’ve thought of that before he ended up in this cell with Shiro.

“Do you understand me?” Ulaz repeats. “It will hurt. The hard reset was not designed to be easy on the host.”

“I heard you,” Shiro confirms. It takes all his energy but he pulls his head away from the wall, staring back at Ulaz with determination. “Do it. Pidge and Hunk can fix it later.”

Ulaz’s gaze softens inexplicably.

“I will assist them,” he promises. His hand hovers over Shiro’s immobile arm - and then, for the first time since Shiro came to, Ulaz hesitates. “You are sure?”

It will hurt.

Your Paladins will not get here in time.

“No other way, right?” Shiro says, hoarse. “My hand can open the door. Do it.”

“Then take a deep breath,” Ulaz says, and gently - carefully - he takes the elbow of Shiro’s Galra arm into his hands.

The fourth time Ronan hugs Adam, neither of them know it will probably be a while till it happens again.

Ronan lies on Adam’s small bed in his new dorm room. He’d promptly thrown himself onto it, with a heavy sigh, after putting on Adam’s new bed sheets for him. Adam’s roommate would not be arriving until the next day so Adam would have the room to himself for the night. Now, Adam can feel Ronan’s eyes on his back as he places the last of his clothes in his new tiny wardrobe. He smiles to himself picturing the other boy’s expression - brows furrowed, eyes slightly narrowed, gaze intense as he studies Adam’s movements. Classic, Lynch. 

He turns to look at Ronan over his shoulder and his smile widens at the thought of him being so attuned to Ronan’s expressions. He picks his way through the empty storage boxes they’d used to carry his things up scattered over the floor, and sits himself on the edge of the bed next to Ronan. Ronan’s expression softens, and Adam is once again struck by how Ronan is always able to ease the sharp and savagely handsome lines in his face into more smoother edges when he looks at him. He wonder’s what his face looks like when he looks at Ronan. He doubts his gaze is able to convey the way his heart races with some unknown force whenever he looks at Ronan (really looks at him). Or the way his mind clears and settles when he’s touching him - like the way his hip is pressed against Ronan’s right now.

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Hate To Love You

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, violence, blood, inury, bad blood between Reader and Bucky, mentions of breakup

Word Count: 1087

Summary: After you and Bucky breakup you can’t stand to be apart of the Avengers any longer, choosing instead to work for yourself. However when Steve asks for your help, telling you that there was no one else he could ask you agreed to one more mission. 

A/N: I’m re posting this from my old blog, so I’m going to keep the original tag post for part 2 but if you wanted to be added just let me know right HERE !!

“There isn’t anybody else?”
“Sorry y/n, Wanda’s still in Sokovia and I couldn’t get Nat back on such short notice.”
“It’s fine, not your fault Steve,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What time do we fly out?”
“Zero six hundred tomorrow,” He replied, the sound of relief hanging in his voice. “Thanks for this y/n, I owe you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”

I disconnected the call, feeling my shoulders slump as I leant back on the kitchen bench, already exhausted by the thought of tomorrow’s mission. It wasn’t so much the mission itself though, it would be nice to get back into doing what I’d trained for years to do, it would be nice seeing Steve again. However I was also one hundred percent sure that Bucky would also be assigned on the mission, hence why I had a blooming headache starting already.

It had been eight months since I’d last seen or spoken to him, eight months since we broke up in a fit of shouting, tears and thrown objects. It hadn’t been pleasant and as a result I’d walked straight out of the Avengers compound, fully intending to never ever go back. I had been determined back then to get out of that business completely, find an apartment in the city and go to a normal nine to five job like everybody else. However, once something was in your life it was hard to let it go, so I found myself doing odd freelancing jobs, sometimes even for Nick Fury if he asked.
I wasn’t at all surprised that he’d passed my new number onto Steve, telling him that I would be more than happy to help him out if he needed.

Pushing myself off the bench I moved to the kitchen cabinet, pulling down a glass and the bottle of whiskey I kept for occasions such as these. Uncapping the lid I poured two fingers into the glass, swallowing them down in only two mouthfuls, the amber liquid burning as it went down my throat. I looked up at the clock as I poured out a little more alcohol. Only seven hours to take off.


The sound of my boots on the tarmac seemed to magnify in the quiet morning, the fog still hanging low to the ground and the sun only barely peeking out in the horizon. I took a deep breath and watched as it misted out in front of me in the frigid morning air.

I spun around at the call of my name, my eyes landing on Steve, dressed up in his Captain America suit, the cap hanging off one of his wrists. He jogged the last feet between us, bringing me swiftly into his arms, lifting me up slightly off the ground.
“It’s so good to see you!” I said with a genuine smile, having only just realized how much I actually missed him. “Eight months hasn’t changed you a bit.”
He shrugged, releasing me from his grip and standing back, his eyes sweeping over my form.
“It’s changed you though,” He chuckled. “You look good y/n.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, feeling the blush creep over my cheeks.

We were pulled from our short reunion as someone cleared their throat behind us, my eyes landing on Bucky, his jaw tense and tight.
“Mind if we move this along?” he glowered, his eyes barely sweeping over me as he turned his glare to Steve.
Steve looked like he was about to reply but I cut him off before he had the chance, my hand landing on my hip as I glared back at the soldier.
“Nice to know that hostility hasn’t left your personality James.”
“You bring it out in me,” He spat back, lips set in a thin line.

Without another word he pushed past us both, making sure that his shoulder bumped mine as he passed, the nudge causing me to stumble slightly. I glared venomously at the back of his head, my hands balling into fists at my side. At this very second the only thing I wanted to do was pull the glock from where it was resting on my side and shoot a nice hole through that metal shoulder of his.

Steve squeezed my shoulder, probably guessing my train of thought, the expression on his face filled with guilt.
“Sorry y/n,” He said. “I didn’t think he’d act quite like that.”
“What exactly were you expecting? It’s not like we ended our relationship on the best of terms,” Steve grimaced and I suddenly felt shitty for taking it out on him; he wasn’t the one acting like a total dick. “Honestly, it’s fine Steve, this is after all a job and no matter how we feel towards each other we might as well be professional about it.”

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just a really really really long petersburg
Lucas Steele

If you wanna waste 10 minutes of your life, the sense of relief and accomplishment you get at the end of this is defs worth it

@stuff-and-shenanigans your tag inspired this but my computer couldn’t cope with anything longer than 10 mins soz

growing old

Mike’s hair goes gray first, or rather, the gray starts being obvious much before Erwin.

It starts at the edges of his beard, and at 43, Mike had expected the color to come in much earlier. Erwin teases him politely when they kiss, or when they lay together on the bed, too exhausted to do much more than talk with half lidded eyes.

Mike doesn’t have the heart to tell Erwin they’ve been doing this since their mid-thirties–coming home late, tired and hungry and craving every bit of affection. Old at heart.

Mike always obliges, Erwin tucked under one arm, backs on their oversized bed. Only, 8 years later the mattress is worn down and the decor has changed as per Erwin’s insistence.

“You have some gray at your temples.” Mike runs a large hand through the sides of Erwin’s hair. It’s an observation only, but Erwin always tended to overthink things.

As he does now, hand reaching up to cover Mike’s and pull it away.

“Are they that noticeable?”

Mike suddenly wonders if there’s any correct way to answer this.

“No,” he tries.

“My father was completely gray by the time he was 34.”

“Lucky, then.” Instead of keeping his hand by his side where Erwin had moved it to, he reaches up once more.

Erwin laughs. “I suppose. And I do have his full head of hair.”

“Even luckier.”

The mattress springs squeak as Erwin adjusts himself on the bed. He sits up, arm bent against the bed so he can rest his head in his hand.

Mike wonders if he’s going to say something, but Erwin doesn’t. Only stares until he starts to smile, barely trying to hide it by biting his cheek.

“What?” Mike grunts, feigning slight annoyance. His thick brow furrows.

“I’d like to keep growing old with you.”

Mike’s face softens and he leans forward to kiss Erwin’s chin.

“If you’re going to keep me around a while longer, we could always see about getting another dog.”

Erwin wants to roll his eyes, but he’s polite. “As opposed to the two that are running around outside now?”

They were both Mike’s–with him when they had first gotten together, now gray and a little slower but just as sweet.

“Together, I mean.”

Erwin nods gently. “A puppy, then.”

KHR Prompt

When Tsuna was little, Nana had to be on guard against kitsune trying to kidnap Tsuna because hello there fire child clearly you belong with us. The sealing inadvertently kept Tsuna from being spirited away, so they relaxed a bit.

Then Reborn came and unsealed his fire, and to centuries old foxes a few years isn’t that long at all. Reborn is wondering what’s with all these foxes popping up in odd places. Nana’s reaction when she finds out, well, it’s always the nice ones.  

- OpalIstas


The kitsune come when Tsuna is little more than a toddler, playing around outside in the sunny weather. He’s smiling and clapping as he runs about and Nana watches him beneath her sunhat while she gardens with a fond smile. Occasionally his bouncy ball (a last-minute gift from Papa) will roll her way, and she’ll have to put down her trowel and bounce it back, but she doesn’t mind.

The real trouble starts when the next door neighbor’s dog, a tiny little terror that he’s named Akane, gets loose and rushes over, slipping through the fence and rushing up to Tsuna to bark at him. She doesn’t try to play with him, just bark. Nana hears the sound of her collar tags striking each other and turns just in time to see the little dog get through her fence, run up to a terrified Tsuna, who has stopped and is backing up, and begins to bark.

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etherealperrie  asked:

What are your fav Harry fics? I haven't heard of any good ones lately & I'm in need of something to read!

This took me a while to answer, sorry!

One of the first series I read on here was the Snowbound series by @permanentcross … I kid you not, I read that whole thing over the span of one day (and it has a lot of parts to it!). That one is forever my favorite and I think I’ll probably re-read it again soon :)

Another series that I keep close tabs on is Shakespeare by @hardliquorhaz – IT’S SO GOOD. Frat boy writer Harry is a weakness I didn’t know that I had (thanks Laney).

I’m getting really excited to read more of Saint Knickers by @kasiwrites (and honestly anything Kasi has written is more than worth a read because it’s just that good). 

Some other writers to check out that post concepts or blurbs that I love are @stylishmuser // @iloveyouhaz // @mizpahes // @nips-and-tats 

Also check out my fic rec tag on my blog! I update it all the time :)

The shows Netflix cancelled

Marco Polo

The Get Down


vs what they continue to shove in our faces

Now, you can tell me that the lesser two shows cost less and although netflix does not release numbers, they pay attention to numbers and Adam Sandler is a huge draw. You can go ahead and tell me that but fuck that. Adam fucking Sandler cannot be pulling in huge numbers that lead to a four movie deal. That’s not realistic. 

Even if it was, it’s because he’s on all the billboards and all the commercials. They ADVERTISE Adam Sandler, Chelsea, 13 Reasons Why, all those mediocre shows. Do you know how many people asked me what the hell Marco Polo was? It’s not because they didn’t get a chance to say, you know what? I’m not interested in this, it’s not my cup of tea. It’s because netflix buried Marco Polo like they buried The Get Down. It’s no secret that both shows were expensive but you’d think they’d advertise a show that was costing so damn much.

No one watched the shows get over it. NO ONE COULD FIND THE FUCKING SHOWS WHAT RUSAYING?? My grandmother does not have twitter or tumblr. She doesn’t have people telling her, hey, search for the get down, you’d like it. So of course she’s gonna click on adam sandler if that’s all she fucking sees.

In regards to Sense8, we had to wait almost two years for the second season. PEOPLE FORGOT ABOUT SENSE8. Hell, I wouldn’t have remembered if not for that Christmas special. We’re getting Stranger Things a year after the first season, Bloodline came out every year, same time. Same with Orange is the New Black. They ended up not giving a crap about Sense8 which resulted in season one fans not giving a crap either. If HBO were to not hype up a new Game of Thrones season, who would tune in? Why would we want to and would we remember on our own with little to no advertisement? No, no, and fucking no.

Netflix still has OitnB so stop crying about it being a race thing. Fuck you. Orange came out when Netflix was still trying to prove something and then low and behold, just like House of Cards, OitnB became an award contender. Of fucking course they’re going to keep Orange. It’s no longer about giving a passionate fanbase a satisfying finale. It’s about the money apparently only Adam Sandler can bring in. Fuck Netflix.

Jared x Reader: Part I

(Part II and Part III)

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x reader

Warning(s): Implied death of Gen and sad!Jared… Like, Jared being sad would make me sad, but other than that, I think it’s good! (Like, literally. This is super chill, and there’s not even a kiss. Nooo! lol [Reader and Jared aren’t a couple yet.] But maybe I’ll write a part 2. idk) (Okay, like two/three cuss words?, but yeah.) 

Summary: It’s been exactly two years since Gen died in a car accident, which makes it’s a pretty hard day for Jared, but he still keeps going with his panels. 

Word count: 1388 (Whew! Ended up a little longer than I really expected!)

A/N: I just really want to make sure people don’t think that I don’t like Genevieve Cortese/Padalecki. I think her and Jared are a freaking adorable couple, and she’s awesome! This just popped into my head Tuesday morning, so I wanted to write it. (Not to mention all the JIBcon 8 panels I’ve been watching… lol) Hope you guys like it!
(Picture credit goes to @polystyrenejen on Twitter!)

I watched Jared answering questions up on stage from the side door. He’d been doing pretty well all of today, trying to act like he wasn’t struggling with what day it was. He was more quiet and down when he wasn’t around fans, but he smiled and laughed during photo ops and autographs and his panel with Misha had gone well. The fact that most of the fans knew what day it was, was helpful too, since they were being a little more sensitive.

This was his last thing for today, his solo panel.

I was about to head back to the green room, when I heard somebody ask, “What’s your favorite season and why?”

I stopped, knowing what the answer usually was. Season four. The season he met Genevieve in. But today was a bad day to ask that. A really bad day. I turned around to look at him.

Jared froze for a second before swallowing hard. “Um… Uh, probably season four.”

Okay, let it go. You got a partial answer.

“Why?” the fan repeated.

Oh, God, please no…

Jared bit his lip, looking up at the high ceiling for a second, and glanced back. “I, um, it’s the season where I, uh, met-” his voice broke “-Gen.”

The person asking the question looked genuinely confused, as if they weren’t sure why Jared was getting emotional. They were either new and hadn’t had the chance to find out anything about our cast yet or they really just didn’t know much about Jared in general.

I walked up to Ashlyn, the woman who made sure the cast left their panels on time and whispered to her, “Can I crash his panel for the last few minutes?” 

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You Abandoned Me-Part Seven (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) are being held hostage though they don’t know who by. The responsibility of keeping (Y/N) safe is heavy on Bucky’s shoulders; he can’t believe the situation he has got his best friends girlfriend into. He knows that he needs to get them both out of there but how they will do that seems like an impossible task.

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Violence, torture, anger, sad

( @meatballevan asked me to tag them in this, so here you go. If anyone else would like to be tagged just ask)

Neither of us knew how much longer it had been since we spoke to each other. Bucky was now leaning his back against the wall, still supporting me on his lap with his arms. We had stopped speaking, well, Bucky had stopped though I was sure he was trying to come up with a plan. There was literally only one way out of here and that was through the door; and our there was probably a number of guards and other locked doors to go through. Even if by some miracle we escaped out wherever we were, we still had no idea where this place was in the world.

I had desperately tried to not fall asleep, knowing that I might not wake up for a while. There was no way I could leave Bucky either, that just wasn’t fair on him. My mind instantly went to the others. They had to be looking for us by now. I didn’t doubt my second family but I was worried about how long it would take them to find us. Who knows where we could be? And how long would it take them to get here?

Loud, sudden footsteps startled us both as they neared our cell. Bucky immediately removed me from his lap and into the corner of the room as he took a protective stance in front of me. Could this be them? Or was it someone we didn’t want to face? I huddled up in fear as the noises got louder and closer. Men were ordering each other around but their voices were muffled to us. All of their voices and movements suddenly stopped, it has gone silent. I held my breath, scared to even make a noise.

The door was kicked open making me scream in fright. Men piled into the room clad out in black, army-like uniform with huge guns. As soon as they stepped one foot into the room Bucky started to attack. I watched in horror as he tried to tackle them all at once. I was useless, useless, useless. His attacks got slower and weaker, more men were grabbing him. Before I could come up with a way to help him, I too was grabbed. I screamed out in pain as well as fear as they hauled me off the floor. Bucky called after me when they started walking out of the room without him.


“(Y/N)!” he yelled back.

I couldn’t see him anymore. My eyesight was only able to see the ceiling where the harsh, white lights blinded me. From being suspended up in the air, I was dropped onto a bed, strspped down onto it. The restraints were tight against my body and I couldn’t move, let alone breath properly. They carted me down the hallways fast, not caring about my pleas for help. Everything looked the same from my point of view, I couldn’t tell where we were going.

The corridors suddenly changed into a huge room, from what I could see there was high tech equipment everywhere along with people in lab costa. Of course I didn’t understand any of it or know what it was. I only knew that it looked terrifying.

“The test subject is here sir.” one of the men announced.

“Test subject!?” I exclaimed, writhing around on the bed.

“Why do we have her? Where is the Winter Soldier?” a lab coat asked.

They had to be HYDRA. They were the ones who made Bucky, they would want him back.

“I’ve made some changes to the plans. Don’t worry, our initial idea will go forward as we planned.” another man spoke. He had a deeper voice but I could not see him, he sounded like he was in charge.

“What do you want us to do to her, sir?”

“You’re not going to do anything to me!” it was as if I wasn’t even there.

Another scientist protested.“Who even is she? Why was she with the Winter Soldier?”

“She’s Steve Rogers, aka Captain America’s partner. By some luck she was in the right place at the right time.”

“Luck, sir?”

“Don’t you see? We all know that the Avengers were going to come after either one of them but this just raises the stakes. The Winter Soldier can defend himself, he is obviously stronger. She cannot. We can use her to our advantage.”

“No! Please don’t hurt me! I don’t want to die!”

This time they acknowledged me.“We won’t kill you. Actually, you’re going to help us in a little experiment we’re conducting.” he leaned over me, his face close to mine.

He had a dark, scruffy heard that matched his hair. The wrinkles around his face showed his age but maybe it was from dress too. Although he looked normal and not like a stereotypical villain, there was something in his wide eyes that warned me he was a psychopath.

“I know who you work for. You don’t just experiment on people, you ruin their lives!” I must have been lightheaded because I wasn’t thinking before I spoke.

“Well then, it seems that we won’t have to get acquainted.”

My heart started to beat faster even though that felt impossible. Sweat was forming on my forehead and around my body. Everyone was bustling around me, the clanking of equipment putting me in edge.

The man came into view again.“Right, are you ready?”


“So we’re hoping that you will be just as strong as your boyfriend and his old pal; that is if your body doesn’t reject the serum and end up killing you. Though that would still be beneficial on our behalf, a little bit of trial and error.”

My voice dropped to a whisper.“You’re going to use the serum on me?”

His eyes and smile got bigger as he frantically nodded.“Think of all the power you’ll have. You can match up to the captain’s strengths. I’m sure that it will beneficial to your reletionships in some ways.”

“You’re sick.” I spat.

An assistant came up behind him holding out scrubs for him to wear. His eyes never left me as he was robed up. I started crying knowing that this was going to be the end of me. These mad people were going to kill me. There was no way my body would be able to put up with the serum, even if I lasted for five minutes I would die after that.

I hadn’t even had a chance to say goodbye.

Peter Quinn fans!

We will be having a Twitter Trending event in honor of Peter Quinn on Friday, April 14th.

The trend will last ONE hour, we’ll be trying to trend the whole time. Anyone who has a twitter or is willing to make one, please be there. It’s important to show that Quinn/Rupert is loved and appreciated.

Tips for our trending event:

  • Tweet the hashtag #NoQuinnNoHomeland only at the trending time! NOT BEFORE!
  • Only one hashtag per tweet! Retweets do not count.
  • You have to add additional text to the hashtag perhaps adding your favorite Quinn line, Rupert quote, your favorite scene or just your thoughts/feelings! (and a gif or picture if you’d like) Here’s a gif you can all use, just download it to your desktop:
  • Do not use numbers, emojis, special characters or jibberish to your tweets
  • Liking a tweet does not count toward the trend
  • If your account is private, you will have to unlock it otherwise your tweets won’t count
  • You can tag @SHO_Homeland and/or @rupertfriend if you like 
  • Keep tweeting as fast as you can… we need to get as many as we can!

In order for the trend to succeed, it’s really important for the word to be spread. The more people that tweet, the faster and longer the trend will last. So reblog this post, and inform your friends on all social media platforms!

anonymous asked:

I just caught up on amazing spider-man and doc ock is back but all I can think about is Work Song and Peter probably freaking out

I cannot take Ock’s new hair seriously at all, but yes, thank you, I hope everyone thinks about Work Song when Doc Ock shows back up now.

I wrote a tiny little Work Song tag for current canon. For those unaware, in Secret Empire Johnny is trapped in New York in the Darkforce bubble with the rest of the Uncanny Avengers, while Peter is, for once, not in Manhattan, for convenient reasons.

It took far longer than Peter was comfortable with to find Johnny after the Darkforce bubble fell. It turned out the problem was he’d been keeping his eye on the skies.

“He’s fine,” Rogue said, first things first when Peter nearly bowled Synapse over trying to get to Johnny, lying on the ground. “He just went up and…”

She mimed an explosion. Johnny gave a shaky laugh, pushing himself up against some wreckage.

“Yeah, we’ve had some fun. Hi, masked man,” he grinned up at Peter. He was dirty and pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and Peter was sure that this was one of only three times he’d ever seen Johnny with his hair unwashed. “Hell of a time for you to leave the city, I gotta say.”

Peter tried to laugh and found he couldn’t, dropping his head to Johnny’s chest in relief. Johnny’s gloved hand slid over the back of his mask.

“I’m fine, Spidey,” he said. “Just beat.”

If the Unity Squad had anything to say about Spider-Man brought to his knees over Peter Parker’s fiancé, they wisely kept it to themselves.

“Hey,” Peter said after a long moment just spent breathing together. “Let’s get out of here, huh?”

“If you don’t take me somewhere with a shower, I’m never speaking to you again,” Johnny told him.

Peter was glad he was in the costume; he didn’t have to pretend it was any strain to lift Johnny up.

They spent a long time standing under the shower spray together, Johnny’s arms looped lazily around Peter’s neck. Peter talked, mostly – what had been going on in the world beyond the Darkforce bubble, mostly. Peter couldn’t seem to get his jaw to work around telling Johnny about Ock. 

They went to bed afterwards, where Johnny slept stretched out at Peter’s side and Peter channel flipped between five different news stations, listening with half an ear while he stared at Johnny. He felt a little more settled, knowing that Johnny was safe and whole.

A little. Not as much as he’d hoped. He’d been counting on Johnny’s presence to banish the oil slick sick feeling seeing Otto had left him with. Maybe that had been unfair. 

Johnny’s face was peaceful, his hair damp and dark gold against the pillowcase. Peter watched him sleep.

Johnny shoved a hand in his face when he woke up, grinning. “Creep.”

“Only for hot blonds,” Peter said, waggling his eyebrows. “Come here.”

They just kissed for a few long moments, Johnny’s superhumanly warm hands rubbing circles at Peter’s chest.

“Why are you so tense?” he asked, frowning a little. “You’re worse than normal. Were you that worried?”

Peter grunted and rolled over onto his stomach when Johnny sat up, so Johnny could settle astride his back and work at his shoulders.

“It’s not that,” he muttered after a few minutes of Johnny kneading stiff muscles, turning his head to the side so he could speak. There was a split-second where he almost didn’t say it, where he made something up instead. But he didn’t lie to Johnny, not anymore. “I had a run in with Otto.”

Johnny froze.

“What?” he said. “How?”

“Clone body,” Peter mumbled, closing his eyes briefly.

Johnny cursed viciously, climbing back off of him. Peter pulled himself up, leaning against the headboard and submitting himself to Johnny’s sweeping gaze, checking him over.

“What happened?” Johnny asked.

Peter told him, as simply as he could. The interview. The fight. Seeing New York go dark and knowing Johnny was in there somewhere, without him. Otto’s taunts – some of Otto’s taunts.

Johnny reached up to cup his face halfway through, eyes soft and concerned.

“How are you, you know, holding up?” Johnny asked as Peter hit the end of the story.

Peter shrugged. He placed his hand over Johnny’s and turned his face to kiss Johnny’s palm, lingering for a moment. “Honestly? I’m not sure.”

“Peter,” Johnny said, frowning.

“I’m serious,” Peter said, reaching out to pull Johnny back down against him. He wrapped an arm around his shoulders and tapped the side of his own head. “I know I like him a hell of a lot better out there then in here.”

He twirled a lock of Johnny’s hair around one finger and tugged lightly, a new nervous habit.

“Well, that’s a given,” Johnny huffed, that tone that meant he thought Peter was holding out on him in his voice. “You do some damage?”

“Not as much as I’d like,” Peter admitted. “But you know Ock: he always pops back up. I’ll get another chance.”

“You’ll call me,” Johnny said. Peter hummed, tracing the shell of Johnny’s ear. “Peter. You’ll call me. I don’t want you fighting him alone.”

Johnny came from a team – he didn’t get it that sometimes, Peter wanted to be alone. Nothing to hold him back, not this time. He flexed his fingers, imagining crushing a steel arm. He’d replayed the time he’d made Otto ask him not to kill him over in his head a thousand times when he’d gotten his body back, but he added once more to the list.

Otto wasn’t going to touch Anna Maria, or May, or Johnny.

“I’ll call you,” he said.

They were both quiet for a long few moments. An old villain back on the horizon, trouble brewing – nothing new in either of their lives. It was new for them, together, though.

“I feel like you’re leaving something out,” Johnny said, catching Peter’s hand and threading their fingers together. “I thought you weren’t going to do that anymore.”

“I know,” Peter said, tipping his head back. It met the headboard with a thump. He squeezed Johnny’s hand. “I know. I’m trying, for the record. I – Ock said things. About the company. I’m worried I’m… that I’m not…”

Johnny picked up when he struggled with the words. “You did sort of invade a foreign country, Pete.”

“For good reasons!” Peter said.

“Would I have helped if they weren’t?” Johnny said, rolling his eyes. “I’m just saying – not the smartest business move.”

Peter brooded for a moment.

“He was right – I hate when he’s right. I don’t know what I’m doing,” Peter admitted, palm over his eyes briefly.

Johnny made a soft noise, twisting to face Peter. He touched his jaw, making Peter look at him. “Do you want help?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind a happy ending to that massage from before…”

Johnny flicked him on the forehead. “With the business, Mr. Parker. I was Chief Financial Officer of the Fantastic Four for a while.”

“What?” Peter said, blinking. “No you weren’t.”

“I think I know my own life, Peter,” Johnny said. “You know this!”

“No I don’t!” Peter said. “Johnny, you were WHAT?”  

“I told you this!” Johnny said. He paused to think about it. “Wait. Maybe I didn’t tell you this.”

“I can promise you, you didn’t,” Peter said.

“Well,” Johnny said, blowing right past that. “The point still stands. Want to marry me for my business knowledge?”

Surprised laughter tore itself from Peter. He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d laughed – since he’d stepped into the Parker Industries building Otto had taken over, at least. He slid down the bed, turning to bury his face against Johnny’s warm hip.

“Yeah,” he said, a lightness filling up his chest, that sunshine feeling Johnny always gave him, chasing away all of Ock’s oil slick shadows and Peter’s cobwebs. “That sounds good, actually.”

Prompt: “This is not a game. You are falling to the point of no return.”

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x reader

By @tangentasilem

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Thanks so much for requesting! I’d really love to do more NCT stuff, so when I open requests again, please send me requests y’all NCT stans~ ^^ I hope you like this and don’t hesitate to tell me if you didn’t~

i’m sorry, this is not good at all but idk i just couldn’t come up with anything else and i didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer >< i’ll definitely write more nct maknae line fluff when i have time! BUT okay yo DREAM IS MY BOYS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH LIKE HOLY COW I WAITED FOR THEM FOR LIKE TWO YEARS AND THEN THEY FINALLY DEBUTED BUT DIDN’T GET MUCH ATTENTION AND I’M PISSED, PLEASE STAN NCT DREAM THEY ARE AMAZING!!

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Fluff chenle is such a fluffball i can’t TuT

Requested by anon ♥

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You gave Chenle a confused look.

“Sorry,” he sighed. “They tagged along.”

Your eyes shifted slowly from Chenle to the six boys behind him who you had only met a few times before.

“Yo,” the oldest, Mark, greeted you with an innocent smile.

“We decided to tag along,” the third youngest, Jaemin, smiled his signature smile, just as innocent as Mark.

“I can see that,” you said, trying hard not to let your disappointment show.

This was supposed to be our day…

“So,” Donghyuck, fourth oldest, grinned. “Should we go in?”

You reluctantly nodded and walked over to the group of boys. They headed into the amusement park first and you were left alone with Chenle.

“I’m so sorry _____,” he apologized when you turned to look at him. “I couldn’t stop them from coming. They just… didn’t take no for an answer.”
You let out a small sigh. “Don’t blame yourself,” you said. “I just would have liked to spend our 100th day alone. I guess we can’t help it.”

He felt bad for you but it’s not like you two could drag them out of the amusement park anymore.

“Come on!” Donghyuck and Jaemin were getting impatient.

Chenle offered you his hand and you grabbed it.

“At least we get to spend time together,” you said with a small smile even though you were still feeling bad about the fact that his friends had tagged along.

You laughed wholeheartedly at Donghyuck’s jokes just like everyone else. You were walking around the amusement park, going on rides and chatting. Chenle hadn’t left your side since you entered the park and was trying his best to make sure you were having fun. His friends were quite nice and you were happy that Chenle had such kind friends.

“Let’s ride that!” Chenle pointed at a rollercoaster.

“No,” Jisung, who had been quiet most of the time, immediately shook his head.

“Yeah, no way,” Mark said.

In the end, only half of you ended up taking the ride. It was a thrilling ride and you and Chenle - who were sitting next to each other - held hands the whole time, yelling and laughing.

The ones that didn’t ride the rollercoaster with you, looked at you two while you were getting off.

“They are such a cute couple,” Mark stated and everyone agreed. “Young and cute.”

“Yeah…” Donghyuck said. “You’re old hyung.”

Mark turned around without a word and chased the younger one around until he caught him. He didn’t let go of him until you and Chenle and the others who rode the ride arrived.

“Was it that bad?” Donghyuck asked Jeno who wobbled over to him.

“Uh huh,” he said.

“It was fun!” Chenle exclaimed and you agreed with him.

“You were riding it with a pretty girl beside you,” Renjun said and wobbled to Jeno’s side. “You focused more on her.”

You chuckled.

“Jeno is almost as pretty as a girl though,” Donghyuck joked, earning a nudge from Jeno.

“Jisung, it’s your turn,” Mark grabbed the youngest one’s shoulders and pushed him toward the ride.

“No way!” Jisung escaped and ran so far away that you could barely even see him anymore.

Everyone laughed and Jisung eventually returned to you, still cautious of Mark.

The sun was slowly starting to set and you approached the last ride you were going to ride. The amusement park’s ferris wheel. You and Chenle managed to get a cart for just the two of you. Being alone with him made you a little shy.

“So…” he started when the cart was already near to the top. “Did you have fun?”

You nodded. “I thought it wouldn’t be fun with all of your friends around but it was surprisingly fun.”

“I’m glad,” he smiled genuinely, giving you butterflies.

You smiled too. “Did you have fun?”

“Mm hmm,” he nodded cheerfully. “It’s always fun around you.”

You blushed a little and looked at your hands that were resting on your lap. You didn’t notice him admiring you with a small smile.

“I got you something,” he said, making you lift your head up.

“What?” you were surprised.

He grinned while taking something out of his pocket. “Give me your hand.”

You gave him your hand and he grabbed it gently. His hands were shaking a little but you didn’t notice since you were shaking a little too.

He slipped a small bracelet on your wrist. It was a really cute, simple bracelet with a small heart hanging from it. It looked like it was handmade - probably not made by him though, it still looked like a professional had made it - and it was your favorite color.

“Do you like it?” he asked and you nodded immediately. “That’s good,” he let out a sigh of relief. “I actually got one for myself too,” he lifted his sleeve a little, exposing his bracelet. His was black and had a small heart hanging from it too.

“These weren’t expensive, were they?” you asked.

He shook his head. “They were super cheap. I got these both for just 10,000 won. Considering the quality, these weren’t expensive at all.”

You smiled. “That’s good.”

Your cart stopped at the bottom of the wheel and you got off, holding hands. The guys walked you to your bus stop and waited for the bus with you.

“There it comes,” Mark pointed at the bus that was slowly approaching your stop. 

When it stopped at the stop, you turned to Chenle and hugged him. He hugged you back and after you pulled back, you got on your toes and pecked his lips quickly, leaving both you and him blushing but also smiling. Then you hopped into the bus and went to sit down at the back of it. You waved to the seven guys from the window and they waved back with wide smiles on their faces. 

Later in the evening, Chenle sent you a text.

Happy anniversary my cute _____~ Let’s stay together for a long time ♥

anonymous asked:

imagine being disrespectful enough not to tag your drug mentions after several people have asked you to because of triggers but i guess that isn't important enough for you since it's pretty clear what type of person you are ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ go ahead and ignore this like everyone knows you do with every ask disagreeing w you i can't stand this shit anymore and i know a bunch of your followers can't do it much longer either. waiting for the day your self absorbed ass will lose all your followers tbh

I’M SORRY i keep forgetting to tag things which i also keep mentioning like i’m just a very forgetful person and i’ve said before that if anyone has any severe triggers they shouldn’t be following me bc chances are i might forget to tag something if i’m not thinking

as for the rest of this message get a fucking life


When joon and yoongs were in middle school, they were snoopin’ around yoonji’s room when they found some of Yoongi’s dad’s old volleyball stuff (things like tapes, jerseys, trophys, and medals). Since that day, yoongi and joon aspired to play for the same team that yoongi’s dad played on: The Bangtan Baepsaes.

((ADMIN NOTE: IM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS JUST A SKETCH BUT I WANT TO GET STARTED ON THE BIOS SO I CAN #expose THE SHIPS AND PLANS I HAVE FOR THIS AU!! ;; also these were sitting in my inbox for a while and I didn’t wanna keep y'all waiting any longer ;; thank you for your patience!))


anonymous asked:

Ooooh but do you have any ideas on how the villain would torture Todoroki? Would it be all slow and trying to warm him up or you're in for a wild ride buddy??? Like What kind of techniques do they use for his death spots like how did he already know about them, what are they!? Does Todoroki give up at the end or boyfriend saver Deku comes!!?? [im so sorry for ranting Omg 🙏]


in the video there’s no one actually touching todoroki, its just him writhing while he’s tied up and cryin and its becuz theres a villain who’s quirk is like, sorta telepathy?? (i.e. remember this post? its like that) so basically this villain is making todoroki feel like there’s a thousand hands all over his body, tickling him, rough and gentle it depends on the spot 

oH and as for them knowing his death spots, one of the villains can sense strong emotions like fear and what not, and before they even got started, the villain just hovered his hand over different parts of todoroki’s body and todoroki would always get squirmier and more scared if the hand strayed too close to one of his worst spots and the villain just cataloged that 8)

his death spots are behind his knees (to gentle touches), the bottoms of his feet, his side/waist on his flame side (his cold side isnt too sensitive), and behind his ears. the villain uses mostly gentle techniques because his idea of torture is to start soft and just. keep going for hours until it literally becomes unbearable, and luckily for him todoroki gets more sensitive over time so it just becomes more and more like Hell the longer these invisible touches go on ahhhh

todoroki doesn’t give up becuz he Strong but he gets mentally broken down and thrown into this subspace mindset of ticklish helplessness and bf deku eventually finds him and saves him and gives him all the aftercare he can

I’m gunna ask this super nice on behalf of everyone who can’t play the episode Prompto yet…

Please don’t “TAG” spoilers, PLEASE put them under a “Read More”

Some people may not be able to play for a few days, so I will NOT be posting ANY screen-shots, or theories or ANYTHING about Episode Prompto (that is not already shown by the trailer or extended trailer) where it is visible, it will be under a “read more” for at least a week.

Call me bossy or whatever, but it isn’t fair for people to have the DLC ruined for them before they get a chance to play. Not everyone can block tags. Just because you tag it doesn’t make it unavoidable.

Please keep other people in your thoughts for a few days peeps, it would mean a lot to those who have to wait a bit longer <3

anonymous asked:

Any tips on rekindling your excitement about your story? I feel I get very excited about new ideas and can quickly hash out a couple chapters right at first but after a while I get disenchanted with the story and my motivation to write trails off. Any advice on how to stick with a story? Or is it just that I haven't found the right story to write yet? Thanks a bunch!!

Hi nonnie! Thanks so much for sending this question in - sticking with our stories is something I bet an awful lot of us struggle with at times (god knows i do) so I think this is something that’s important for us to focus on. I’m going to split the answer into three main parts in order to give proper focus to the question - how to stick with a story during writing, how to keep your excitement for a story, and how to know if this is the right story for you.

How To Stick With Your Story:

I’m sure plenty of us know this feeling: you get a new idea and its just the most wonderful exciting idea ever. It practically writes itself! Except of course, it doesn’t. And so slowly we begin to lose interest. Until a new oh so exciting idea pops into our heads and off we run with that one. But how can we avoid throwing the old story away?

  1. Plan, plan, plan. I can’t stress enough the importance of planning before starting a story - now those wonderful people who can just write and follow through can feel free to ignore this, but for people like me and the asker a huge part of the reason why we might become disenchanted with a story is simply that it lacks direction. In our enthusiasm, we often sit down to write before we really know where this thing is headed or what we’re doing with it - so remember to sit down and work out the beginning, ending and all the wobbly bits that happen in the middle. If you need help on how to do this check out the planning tag here.

  2. This next one is a bit unorthodox and certainly not for everyone but it works for me so I’m gonna drop it here anyway: don’t be afraid to write multiple things at once. I know, I know it seems like a recipe for disaster and it will certainly take longer to get any one project finished but hear me out. Sometimes, you’re going to want to follow through on a new idea even when you really shouldn’t give up on the old one so it can help to keep focused on both just so long as you make sure not to neglect one of them or let it fester. I keep things in order by making sure my projects are at very different stages in their development - so Noir is on its second draft (rewriting before editing), The Poet is on the first draft (actually writing) and Clarence Graves is in the middle of outlining (planning stage). Again, this won’t work for everyone so don’t worry if its not for you!

  3. Stop worrying so much. Remember that there is plenty of time to fix any problems in later drafts, you have all the time in the world. For now, just keep slogging on with the book in all its imperfect glory. Love it for its flaws.

  4. Don’t over research before you get started. Yes, I know I said that planning was super important. But there’s a big difference between outlining the basic plot so you know where you’re going and researching every tiny minute detail. Will it eventually matter if that particular expression existed in your time setting? Yes. But that is a problem for you to work out when editing. For now, simply make a note of it and keep on going. Nothing will turn you off a story faster than micromanaging yourself.

  5. If you’re the kind of person that hates to let others down then tell as many friends and family as possible that you’re going to write a book. Get them hyped up for it. When you begin to lose interest, let them push you to keep going. I even had a deal with a friend of mine at one point that he was allowed to punch me in the arm if I gave up on the book I was working on - whatever works for you, but let your loved ones keep you going even when it gets tough.

  6. Take care of yourself while you’re writing. It’s important to take breaks - have a snack, a drink, maybe go for a short walk or have a stretch. If you don’t take care of yourself during your writing time, you’ll begin to look on that as the time that gives you eye-strain and a headache from staring at the screen all day, and leaves you full of aches and pains from being slumped in your chair, and that’s no way at all to encourage you to get back to it the next day. If you need advice on how to make your writing space nicer and more comfortable to help with this self-care, check out how to make a writer’s nest.

  7. Here is probably the most important piece of advice I can give for any writer: just say fuck it and break the rules. Part of the reason why you might be getting bored with your story, is you’re not focusing on what you’re passionate about but getting bogged down in other people’s expectations of you / what you think the reader might want. It’s time to just say, screw all of that and write what you actually want to write. Break the genre conventions, do things no one else has, write what makes you happy, write what scares you. Write the things that only you can write. I promise that your writing will be all the better for it.

  8. Finally, there’s something that you might not want to hear but is just plain true: sometimes you just have to force yourself to get your butt in your seat and start writing. If this is something you want to do for a career then its like any other job - you show up and put the hours in even when you don’t want to. It’s a battle of wills but sometimes you really do just have to be stern with yourself and write something that isn’t as exciting as it was when you started.

This is getting a bit long but if you want to read the rest of my tips, you should check out the full blog post here.