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3/23/17 - Some Thoughts

“Is this it? Are you really going to be a writer?”

I was in my car, on my way to the coffee shop (to write), and as I was going over the train tracks, I asked myself this question. It popped into my head, kind of from nowhere, but it generally spawned from the following self-reflection: “Here I am, driving 20 minutes to go sit in a coffee shop and write when I could have sat at home to write, because I seem to focus on writing better at the coffee shop than at home,” 

So the thought came chasing me down, as it has done before, but never this strongly. “Is this really it? Is this what you’re going to do with your life?”

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Welcome back.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen, Gen
Word count : 2,244
Author :Mel

Part 1 in ‘My son, Bringer of Storms’.

Making his way across the lot from his trailer to the set, Jared was looking down at his phone, smiling at the picture of his boys, when Jensen seemed to pop up out of nowhere. “Jesus, Jen..” He shot his friend a look. “What’s up?”

“Uh. Hang out out here with me for a bit?”

Jared furrowed his brow. “Dude, we just got called to set..”

“Yeah but.. You don’t want to go in there right now..” Jensen licked his lips, hoping he could convince Jared to stay out just a bit longer.

“What did you do?” Jared smiled.

“What? Nothing.” Jensen scoffed.

“I heard there’s new people working on set. Did you prank someone without me? This I gotta see.” He chuckled and pulled open the door.

“Fuck.” Jensen grumbled and followed him in.

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Going To Miss Me

Daryl saves you from an ambush and drags you out into the middle of nowhere, only for him to discover his true feelings for you.

  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • Warnings: cussing
  • 1453 Words

Daryl swung his crossbow behind his back and continued down the road. His feet stepping right in front of the other, doing his best not to make a sound as you two travel from here to there. The problem was: there was no set “here to there.” He had been taking you down the set of train tracks for two days with nothing on either side that you could see.

Daryl hopped over a fallen tree limb and looked over his shoulder to make sure you were still safe behind him. When you locked eyes with him, he turned to see where he was going again, leaving you to climb over the fallen branch alone.

“How much further are we going to follow this thing?” You asked with sweat beading down your forehead. It was a particularly hot day in Georgia and you, not being used to the heat, felt like you were in hell.

You and Daryl were separated from the group during a very complicated supply run. The group was attacked and Daryl grabbed you before any of the enemy group could get to you. It was like Daryl went into protective mode, not caring about the rest of the group, only caring that you were out of danger.

Then again, the rest of the group knew how to fend for themselves. You were still very much new to the fighting scene and never killed a human being before. You always had someone looking out for you, or you found cover in an abandoned shack somewhere. There was never any need for you to kill.

“Dunno.” Daryl grumbled from ahead of you. He came to a stop and turned his head slightly to the right, listening for something you couldn’t hear. “Now.” He turned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the trees on the left side of the tracks, digging deeper into the forest.

Daryl let go of you and stopped, yelling for you to keep running, but you found yourself coming to a stop, too. Daryl aimed his crossbow, those muscles on his arms flexing just right, and paused as he caught his breath.

“Keep goin’.” He turned around and dropped his weapon but keeping a firm grip on the handle. “I said—“

“I know what you said.” You huffed and took the lead, trying your best not to laugh at how grumpy the man was. You were like his burden, the thing he hated most in the world apart from the walkers, but you knew that wasn’t true. “I’m going to die someday, Daryl.”


You veer to the left into a small clearing full of yellow and purple flowers. It was a lovely sight to see, such a beautiful moment to have in a terrible world like this. Most everything was dead, or dying, especially the people and animals. To see flowers was almost like a sign—at least that’s how you saw it.

“Really.” You shrugged your shoulders like it was no big deal and picked a yellow flower, sticking it in your hair for good luck. “I’m going to be gone, Daryl Dixon. And you’re going to miss me like a son of a bitch.” You twirled and a smile grew on your lips.

Daryl froze with his crossbow at the ready. His chest heaved and his eyes locked on you, a low growl exiting his throat.

You stopped, that smile slipping right off your cheeks and replaced with a frown. Had you messed up? Gone too far? There was only so much Daryl Dixon could take, even you knew that, but you tried so hard not to cross that line. Daryl was the best leader you had ever known, even next to Rick, though neither one of them would admit it.

“Did… Are you okay?” You question and took a step closer, biting on your lip. Your stomach tightened and caused you to wince.

“Don’ you dare say that.” Daryl growled. His eyebrows forming in the middle and his posture straightened as he pushed by you, walking to the other side of the clearing. “Ever.”

“What did I do?” You follow the man, trying to reach out and take his shoulder. He was much faster than you, even though you had the longer legs, and he reached the trees long before anything else was said.

You were still confused but you decided not to push it. Daryl was quiet and he needed his space, as hard as that sounded at the moment. You stay several paces behind him, watching out for any walkers. Surprisingly, there were none.

Nothing was said for a long time. The sky was during purple, orange, yellow. You smiled and watched what you could through the canopy of trees overhead. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to sit on a rooftop and watch the sunset ever again, or if those days were behind you.

The little things made you smile. They always have, so you tried extra hard when the outbreak happened. Including now, with Daryl being an ass, you try your best to smile at the birds flying over you and the flowers you spotted on the ground, still trying to bloom and stay pretty for anyone drifting by.

Suddenly, Daryl came to a stop. You nearly ran into him if you hadn’t looked down when you did. He just stood there, not moving, crossbow firmly pressed against his back now.

“Daryl…?” You whispered in case he heard something far off.

Daryl turned around to face you. His eyes narrowed in, watching you as close as he could. “You’re not the first person to say that.” He grunted.

It took you a second to realize what words he was talking about. You had to think back, remember why he got so angry.

“You’re going to miss me like a son of a bitch.”

You blinked up at him. His broad shoulders were set back and he was clearly trying his best not to lash out at you. “She was a lucky woman.” You look straight into his eyes, wanting him to know you figured it out. He was seeing someone before and she died, just like that. That’s why he was such an ass.

Daryl took a step back and rolled his shoulders. He licked his lips and fondled his beard, in a deep thought. His eyes darted away from you, toward something in the woods as his finger moved across his bottom lip. “She wasn’t like that.”

“Then why would she say such a thing?” You asked, wanting to know more. Had you finally cracked Daryl Dixon?

“Name was Beth.” The corner of his mouth turned up, but not for long. He frowned again soon enough and gave a small chuckle. “She was jus’ a little girl. Stubborn as shit, too.”

You didn’t speak, only listened, afraid to say anything and have him yell at you again.

Daryl shifted his weight to his left foot and looked up at the sky. His face lit up by what little sun was left. “It ain’t like that. Her sister woulda shot me. She said the same damn thing right b’fore…” He dropped his head and a small sob escaped his lips.

Your heart sped up. “I’m not going anywhere, Dixon.” You stepped over and wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing his face into the crook of your neck. You rubbed his back and felt his large hands grab your hips, holding himself in place as he let it out.

You silently beat yourself up for what you said. You never thought it would get such a reaction from the man with no emotions. Now you knew, he cared about you just like he cared about that other girl—Beth. He attached himself to her, to you, and now he was afraid.

The night grew fast. Neither of you moved for what seemed like hours, which was okay. You finally felt close to Daryl, finally felt like you meant something in this world. You had to be there for him as he had to protect you.

When he finally calmed down, he cleared his throat and stood up, his head still hanging low. His hair stuck to his face and his lip was still trembling a little. “Okay.” He growled. “Let’s get a move on.”

He wiped his nose with the length of his arm before he started to take off again.

You caught up to him and slipped your fingers in his, causing him to stop and look down at you with a very muddled expression.

You smiled. “I’m not leaving your side, Daryl Dixon.”

For the first time ever, you swore you saw that man smile.

Run Away - Luke Castellan Smut

Note: This was suppose to be an imagine and it turned into smut. This is by the way the first smut I have written in I don’t know how long, so enjoy.

Warning: Unprotected Sex (On Purpose-ish)

(In Flashback, you and Luke are 18. In present 21. Also, flashback is in bold) 

Originally posted by narnian-neverlander

Your Pov

“Run away with me.” Luke says, appearing from nowhere.

I clutch at my chest from the scare, “Luke, what are you talking about?”

“Run away with me please. If I stay here, I’m afraid. Of what I could do to this camp, to everyone, to you. I don’t want to hurt you.” He’s practically in tears.

I guide him to my bed, making him sit. “Luke, calm down. Tell me what’s going on.”

Luke explains how Kronos had come to him in dream. Telling him he could make Hermes and the other gods suffer for not paying attention to their children. How at first he agreed but then realized that wasn’t what he wanted.

“He wants me take the bolt at the field trip to Olympus.” Luke finishes.

I gasp, “That’s next week.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t want to. I want out. I can’t do that if I stay here. And I know I can only leave if you come with me. If we are leaving we have to leave today. I just need to burn this.”

He pulls out a leather bracelet. A symbol I’ve never seen before carved into it. I grab the bracelet inspecting it. “Looks easy enough to burn.” I see him give a glare at the bracelet. “I’m going to take a guess that you found the bracelet, put it on and that’s how Kronos got a hold on you.”

Luke nods, “I didn’t realise until I forgot to put it on after a shower one morning. Best decision.”

I smile at him, “I hope you realise that I won’t ever run away.” I get up, opening a canister. I put a few pieces of paper in it before setting the paper on fire. Then I put the bracelet in. Sitting back next to Luke, we watch the bracelet burn.

Luke registers what I said and gives me a sad look. He turns his face away from mine.

I take his face in my hands, “I said, won’t ever run away. It’s not running away if you have an apartment and are eighteen.”

“We’re going to leave?”

I give him a soft smile. I kiss him on the lips. His smile growing. “Yeah.”

I smile at the memory. Looking out the window at the city. The sun just rising. The only thing covering me are a pair of underwear and one of Luke’s shirts.

“What are you doing up?” Luke asks, his bare chest pressed against my back. His arms wrapping around my waist.

I melt into him, “Watching the sunrise. Why are you up.”

He turns me around, “You left the bed. I immediately woke up.”

“Sorry.” I give him a small smile.

Luke chuckles, “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

He leans down, kissing me. My arms going around his neck. His hands slide from my waist, to my bare thighs. Picking me up and walking to the bedroom.

He sets me on the bed before joining me. His hands running up and down my sides while mine are threaded in his hair. His lips trail to my neck, giving me a chance to breath. He nips at my neck, leaving red marks that disappear after a few seconds.

“Luke.” I moan, as he sucks on my sweet spot, leaving a more permanent mark.

His hands go to the bottom of his shirt that I’m wearing, “Sit up.” he mutters.

I sit up, his hands tug off the shirt I’m wearing. His mouth goes to one of my nipples, taking one in between his teeth. Biting down lightly, drawing a moan from me. Luke pulls away, giving me a smirk.

“Fuck.” I cry, his thumb pressing on my bundle of nerves.

Luke pulls away, until he’s barely touching me at all. He moves down, his hands rest on the top of my panties. Instead of removing them like I thought he was going to, he moves one of his hands to rest on my center. Feeling my damp panties.

He groans, “You’re so wet.”

I moan as one of his finger taps my clit. “Luke, please.”

Luke smirks, “what, babygirl? What do you need.” He tugs off my underwear, flinging them somewhere in the room.

“You please. I need you.”

One of his fingers circle my entrance before sinking into me. “Mmm. So, wet.”

He adds a second finger. Pumping them in out of me. Luke adds a third. Stretching me.

“Please.” I beg.

He removes his fingers, drawing a whimper from me. He brings them up to his lips, tasting me. “You always taste so good.”

Luke stands up, removing his boxers before making me stand with him. He leans down, kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue. I go to reach down and stroke him but he breaks away. “You want to ride me, baby girl?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

I nod, not trusting my voice. Not sure how after all these years he can still affect me like this. He settles on the bed. His back against the headboard. Hand stroking his cock.

I straddle him, knees on either side of his hips. Using the head to tease me. Running it through my pussy lips. The head hitting my clit. My hands fly to his shoulder gripping them tight. He groans.

“Please, Luke. Fuck me hard. I need you.”

Luke groans, losing all control. Gripping my hips, he slams me down on his cock. A deep, ragged moan leaving his lips as he fills me.

“Luke!” I moan, raising my hips up then sliding down.

Luke’s head falls back, eyes closed, mouth open in pleasure. He leans forward slightly. My hands go under his arms to grip his back. Scratching at the skin there, making him thrust up into me, hard. I moan again as he thrusts up into me. I rock back and forth. Slowing the pace. His face buried in my neck.

He brings his hips up slightly, making me moan as he hits that one spot.

“Fuck.” I breathe out as he hits that spot again.

He groans, “I can’t. This to slow. You wanted me to fuck you hard. That’s what I’m going to do.”

He pulls out of me. Pushing me onto my back. My head nearly hanging off the bed. I part my legs more. Kneeling in between my legs, my legs wrap around him. Luke enters me again. His hands gripping my hips as he thrusts into me. Our hips knocking against the others.

I clench down on him as the coil in my stomach gets tighter, making him goran.

“I’m not going to last.” He warns me.

“Me either.” I breathe out. His length repeatedly hitting my g-spot. “Luke.” I moan as the coil snaps. Cumming over his cock. I clench down on him again.

He groans, spilling his seed in me.  

Luke pulls out, his cock softening. He gets up from the bed going into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth. Cleaning the both of us up. After throwing the washcloth in the basket he lays next to me. Head propped up on his hand. He smiles down at me.

“I love you.” I tell him.

Grinning he kisses my hand, “I love you too.”

“And as much as I would love to stay in this bed, naked. We have to grocery shop.” I tell him, already standing up. Luke pouts. “What are we going to eat if we don’t go?”

“I could just eat you.” he murmurs, standing up. Kissing me on the shoulder.

I scoff, “You would love that, wouldn’t you?”

I go over to the closet. Pulling out underwear and some jeans. I try to remember the date. Are we already in the second week? Pulling on my jeans. A thought comes to me. We may have just gotten me pregnant.

“Luke!” I call out, hurriedly pulling on a flannel. “What’s the date?” I walk out of the bedroom, going to the kitchen. Seeing him in shorts, unbuttoned and a t-shirt.

“The 8th, why?” He asks.

A smile breaks out on my face, “I’m ovulating.”

Luke kisses me, “Fuck, going to the grocery store.”

I laugh, pushing him away. “We need to go to the grocery store. I’m just as excited about this as you but we can’t do anything if we are running on empty.”

One of his hands travels to my stomach, “I hope we just made a baby.”

I press my lips to his scar, “We have all day to try.” 

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Sunny Days-chapter 1

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Summary: There’s nothing left in this world that isn’t hidden and Negan just found some gems.  

Word Count: 2,802 words

Warnings: surprise there. Not much for this chapter. Some hints at daddy kink. Let me know if I need to add any. Will get explicit in the future. This will be slow burnish.

Author’s Note: First foray into fan fiction. Not sure what I am doing, but this won’t leave my brain alone. I got this idea when I started thinking about how I would like to spend my days post zombie apocalypse and the movie Blast from the Past kinda popped up in mind. I’m not meant for roughing it. It’s been 12 years since I have written anything. @negans-network thanks for the encouragement. Here’s goes nothing.

His scouts had found the seemingly abandoned house in the middle of nowhere a few days ago and swore up and down that they had seen a girl going in through an upstairs window. When they tried to climb the fence surrounding the property, they were shocked, literally, that the electricity still flowed through it. The short wall of burned walkers around the perimeter made a lot more sense though.  

How the fuck was that fence still electrified?

Negan could see the house boarded up, a flat roofed car port, and a large dilapidated barn but nothing to suggest any kind of inhabitants or fucking technology. This place looked like it had been abandoned long before the world turned to shit.

He had been hiding in the trees beyond the fenced in yard. He hadn’t seen any sign of life all day. Every now and then a walker would meander through. Lucille took care of them easily. He was about to give up for the day. He didn’t want to be out at night especially when he could be balls deep in one of his wives and then tucked into his comfortable bed.  

Well hot diggity dog. Those fucking morons were actually right.

He saw her. She climbed out the second story window, lowering a basket on a pulley attached to the roof. The pale skin of her arms and face practically reflected the sunlight. Her long dark hair was in a ponytail. She scaled the lattice on the wall until she could easily jump to the ground. She grabbed the basket and seemingly without a care in the world walked to a cluster of trees. She scoured the ground and every now and then picked up something up and dropped in her basket.

When she was done scavenging in the dirt, he watched her climb back up, pull the now full basket up and go back inside. He walked the perimeter of the fence and found what he was looking for. One tall tree with a branch over hanging the fence.

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‘Come on, man. Just go talk to him.’

Urgency overwhelmed him then, urgency and sheer crippling self doubt as he leaned back against his locker. The hallways were crowded, swarmed with the teens that went to Red Hook High, and yet Lukas could only bother to keep cool icy blues locked on a shorter boy who caught his sights from down the hall. He was new here, he had to be. There was no way that he’d simply appeared out of nowhere like that.

Part of him wanted to know where he came from, wanted to sit down and talk and find out every little detail that could possibly store in the back of his mind.the other part couldn’t manage to get his damned feet to move from polished stone floors to just go, move, bring your happy ass over there and TALK to him. Philip Shea wasn’t the kind of guy Lukas found approachable. Well, any guy for that matter was considered unapproachable in his regard, but this case was only proving exactly why that fact was reigning true.

'Come on. Do it.’

With a thick swallow and a long sigh to help clear the lump in his throat, the blonde brushed his hair from his face and shifted his bag on his shoulders before starting off, wading through the swamp of kids and to the other end of the hall to approach behind the shorter male. God, he didn’t think he would get this far, really. Maybe he should just turn around, go home–

If his hand wasn’t already moving to tap at Philip’s leather-clad shoulder and mumbling quick under his breath. “Uh, excuse me..? I was wonderin’ what you were doing after school..” That voice, it was so soft, so quiet, as if he were trying to keep their conversation a secret for one.



The Hinterlands

My lord Arl Teagan,

I retired to the Hinterlands for peace and quiet away from the politics, and because the wide open spaces were perfect to let my horses run. Instead, the war between the mages and the templars has turned your beautiful hills into a series of burning battlefields.

The farmers who live in the Hinterlands are good folk. Many of them left Redcliffe village because they couldn’t bear to be there anymore, not after the Blight and the walking dead left so many bad memories. Now we’ve got apostates running around setting fire to anyone who looks at them sideways, and templars looting houses and cutting down those who protest as mage sympathisers.

My wife Elaina sent off our field hands to stay with her family in the east, but there are a lot of poor people here with nowhere to go. We get more refugees every day: this village attacked by mad mages or that farmstead burned to the ground by templars who can’t tell a hoe from a staff.

I suppose you’re stretched thin, but anything you can do to lessen the burden of these poor folk would be much appreciated. I’ll do as I can, and if your men need better mounts, say the word.

Best of luck to you, my lord. Remember not to let Duchess puff out her gut when you saddle her.

Yours in service,

—A letter from Redcliffe’s former horsemaster to Arl Teagan of Redcliffe (undelivered)

“I noticed,” Farah said carefully, “that you haven’t been talking to your brother.”

Amanda is sitting on the edge of the steps outside the little log cabin, drumming idly on the wood, and they are far away from civilization that whatever the rowdy three are doing with three chairs and half a barrel (an actual barrel) of rum is not going to be noticed by whatever law enforcement there is out in Bumfuck, Nowhere.

“I noticed you haven’t called Lydia once since we got here,” Amanda shot back instantly, sharp but not unkind. 

I let her get kidnapped, I let her dad die and then I got her home burnt down, Farah thought, what am I going to say after that? Besides, Lydia hadn’t called her either. But that hurt somewhere deep in her which still remembered a wide-eyed six year old Lydia following her around while she tried to do her chores so she tried not to think about it. She sat down on the step above the one Amanda had claimed. 

She stared at Amanda squinting at the reflection of the noon sun in the lake. Her hair fell in messy waves. Someone, probably one of the rowdy boys (a terifying thought) had given her a haircut. Her hair was practically shorn around the sides but fell below her shoulders on the top and back. An undercut, or something like it. 

“I’m glad you’re safe,” she said, without thinking about it.

Without looking back, Amanda said, “Kiss me.” 

It was the challenging way she said it. Like what she was really saying was, ‘fight me, i dare you.’ And Farah Black had never backed down from a fight. Amanda had twisted around to squint at her the same way she had been staring at the sun rays dazzling on the water. Farah leaned forward and smashed their mouths together. 

Amanda yelped and Farah realized, horrified, that she had drawn blood. She leaned back hurriedly and said, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” feeling her cheeks heat up in embarrassment but Amanda was laughing, deep loud laughs like she hadn’t in a while, and Farah stared, enchanted.

“That was awesome,” Amanda said, smiling big and wide and lovely at her, “do it again.”

Farah slid down to sit beside her (shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, cheek to the soft fuzz of Amanda’s shorn scalp) and did.

Promise - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Dedicated to my BFF Haley aka @iconangel cause she is Isaac Lahey trash and it’s also almost her birthday so this is my gift to her! I’m posting this here cause I really have nowhere else to put it and I don’t want to stick it on my regular blog but it’s teen wolf related so this works right? Oh well. I hope you like it Haley ILYSM!!!

You sighed as you slumped into your seat in Chemistry class. You were exhausted from all the drama going down with your friends and their “wolfy” problems. You were up late the night before on the phone with Allison as she gave you a rundown about the situation with Isaac and the twins. Isaac was hellbent on revenge, and Scott was trying to make him see reason. Which was why you currently felt like you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. You glanced over at Scott, his brow furrowed as he stared at the back of Isaac’s head. The taller boy was gripping the sides of his desk so hard his knuckles were white.

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The Iron Monster: Chapter 3


“So, what happened to the girl?” Jose asked me, looking through a few documents that he had scattered around.

Master Jose figured out pretty quickly that I brought another Fairy Tail member with me, and after a little explaining, he was surprisingly alright with her living with me.

I smirked. “Tha Shrimp’s at my place, locked up too. She ain’t goin’ nowhere, and she ain’t gonna do anything–except give me offspring, gihi.”

He laughed. “Good, good. By the way, it’s your turn to go and feed the blonde down in the dungeon. Her father should be here by the end of this week, but he never said -how- to care for her until he arrives…”

Nodding, I walked away from the main room, stopping by the kitchen to grab something edible for the busty blonde. We didn’t have much around here, besides ale and beer, so I grabbed a small loaf of bread and a glass of water for her. It sounded like typical prison food anyways. Leaving the kitchen, I walked towards a small, iron door. It nearly killed me at first when I arrived at this place, having something so delicious in front of me, but I was not allowed to eat it. Luckily, I got over that struggle when the master had his other guild members fetch me enough iron to last me a life-time. Opening the door, I walked in, glancing at the few lit torches that were placed on various mantles.

“H-hey! Let me go! Let me out of here!” I heard the blonde screech out, banging on the iron bars with her tiny hands, though her hands were still bigger than my mate’s hands.

I chuckled darkly towards her, sliding the food under the small space between the bars and the floor. “That’s all ya get for the day. I ain’t gonna feed you like the others will, cas I got a sexy chick at home just waitin’ for me.”

“I bet she’s a lowly whore if she’s stuck with you!” this Lucy chick spat out at me.

“Are you honestly calling yer guild’s shorty bookworm a whore? That’s shameful, blondie,” I said in a mockingly disappointed tone.

She gasped. “L-Levy?”

“Yep! That shrimp is all mine now! I took her as my reward for kidnappin’ ya and destroying yer guild! She’s better than any amount of money!” I laughed out.

“Y-you monster!” she yelled out, glaring at me.

I shrugged, turning to walk away. “Nice chattin’ with ya, Blondie.”

Heading back up the stairs, I began to think. Maybe I could persuade Levy to consider liking me, but how could I do that? Obviously, she hates my guts, but maybe I can win her over with…books! Brilliant!

Rushing out of the guild, after giving Jose a signal that I fed our prisoner, I headed towards our local bookstore. I was surprised to have found it so quickly, considering that I can barely read myself. The outside of the building even reminded me of the shrimp. Once inside, I took a whiff of the place, realizing that Levy smelled a lot like this place: inked paper and tea. Glancing around, I noticed that there was a book series presented in a collectors edition. It looked pricey, but if it would get the little shrimp to talk to me, then so be it. Walking over towards the collection, I picked the box up and carried it over towards the counter. The woman behind it gulped when she saw me, nervously smiling.

“W-will that be all?” she asked shakily.

I rolled my eyes. “Yea, lady. And this ain’t for me, just so ya won’t think I read this trashy stuff. It’s for my…wife.”

Instantly, the mentioning of me having a ‘wife’ caused the lady to calm down, smiling more honestly this time. “Well, aren’t you a sweet and loving husband. That will be one hundred jewel!”

Quickly paying her, I rushed out of the bookstore with the collectors box in my hand, walking in the direction towards my house. I knew she was a bookworm because I read, reluctantly though, about her in a random Sorcerer’s Weekly magazine that I had laying around in my house. I wanted all and any information on the mother of my offspring. Once I arrived at my house, I noticed small cracks in my windows, but nothing really noticeable. That Shrimp must have been at it to manage to make cracks in my windows.

Walking up the stairs of the porch, I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, quickly shutting it back and locking it again. “Oi, Shrimp! I got ya somethin’!”

I spotted her in the corner of my living room, staring blankly at the wall with tears running down her cheeks.

“Quit yer cryin’ and look at what I got for ya!” I barked at her, walking over towards her and shoving the book collection in her hands.

I noticed with approval that her eyes lit up at the books. “Y'you…where did you get these?”

“From the bookstore. I can get ya more if ya want. Just write down the books that ya want and I’ll get 'em for ya. I got paid enough to have a lot of extra spendin’ money,” I told her.

She looked away from me, staring at the wall again. “I can’t accept a gift from a…a monster.”

I growled at her, picking her up by the back of her dress. “I ain’t no monster, Shrimp! I’m yer frickin mate whether you like it or not, and I WILL make you love me!”

“You can’t make someone love you, Gajeel! You have to prove yourself to that person–show them that you are worth loving!” she yelled back at me.

I froze, her words hitting me in the face like a wall of bricks. Was she right?

“Look, I’m not a nice person, Levy. But I can be nice around you. Will that make you like me? I mean, I got you books…don’t you like books?” I asked.

She gave me a look. “I know that you have Lucy locked away at your guild. Release her, and I’ll consider giving you a chance.”

“No can do, Shrimp. Her father is coming by at the end of the week to get her. Even if I wanted to, I can’t now. She’s under close guard by Jo–hey, wait a minute… How do you know about that?”

“You left your mission document on the nightstand, and I wanted something to read. You should be more careful about where you put your things,” she admitted.

I sighed. “Oh, well—hey, I’m gonna cook dinner. What are ya in the mood for?”

“You…cook?” she asked.

I nodded, smiling. “Yep! It’s a secret hobby of mine, and since you’re my mate, you have the right to know.”

A small blush formed on her face. “It doesn’t matter what you cook.”

I sighed, knowing that she was still being incredibly stubborn. “Well, I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me…enjoy your books, Shrimpy.”

Walking away from her, I noticed that she still had tears forming in her eyes. I shook my head as I entered the kitchen, gathering the ingredients that I would need for our dinner. As I began preparing the salad, an idea formed in my head, and I smirked.

I knew of a way to mark her permanently without her approval, but it would cost a lot. It would also take a long time to get the mixture ready, but once it was complete, I’ll be able to trick her into drinking it, erasing her mind and turning her into the perfect little mate.


[[ Request: you move to Charming from a foreign country for work and Chibs gets to know you and he’s really cute and chivalrous and stuff and eventually asks you to be his girl ]] - P.S. I’m so sorry it’s short and if I butchered it. I got some serious writer’s block on this one. But I tried. 💞

It was your second day in Charming, and of course something had to go wrong. Your car had suddenly decided to no longer cooperate with you, which made getting to your new job on time a little difficult. You were sitting on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, no clue where you were. You weren’t from the area. You weren’t even from the country. You were born and raised in Ireland, and until now, you had remained in Ireland. Your job had required you to move to the States, though. So here you were, in a small town called Charming, California with a broken down car and no idea how you would get it fixed. 

“Need some help, lass?” a thick Scottish accent boomed behind you. You turned to see a tow truck with the words Teller-Morrow Automotive scrolled on the side. A tall, bearded man stood beside the truck, eyebrows raised as he awaited your response. He was older than you, sure. But he was so handsome. His skin was weathered and his hair was graying, and somehow, that made him all the more handsome. You couldn’t help but find yourself feeling an unexplainable attraction towards him. 

“My car just stopped,” you explained. “I have no idea what happened.”

He smiled, and you noticed the scars on his cheeks. “I can help you with that.”

You returned his smile. “Your help would be greatly appreciated.” 


It had been two months since you had moved to Charming, two months since your car had broken down on the side of the road, and two months since you had met Chibs Telford. And you knew your life would never be the same. You had spent the last two months getting to know each other, and you had fallen for that beautiful Scottish man. Big time. But you were terrified to admit it, to him and to yourself. Talking with Chibs was comfortable for you. It came almost naturally. He was kind, intelligent, and fascinating. He had seen so much in his lifetime, and he had so many stories to tell. He was the perfect gentleman, but he was also incredibly badass. You had never met someone like him before. He treated you like a queen. But you didn’t really know how he felt about you. Was he being so nice and chivalrous because he had feelings for you, or was he this nice to everyone? You were overthinking things, as usual. You knew you were, but you couldn’t help yourself. Did he have feelings for you, the same way you had feelings for him? Or had he even thought of you as anything more than a friend? Would the noticeable age difference between the two of you bother him? Did he think you were too immature to handle the crazy life he led? You were driving yourself insane.

“Good morning, love.“ That deep Scottish voice you knew and loved so well broke you out of your thoughts."You look beautiful today.” Chibs pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and took a seat beside you as you sat at the table outside of the Sons clubhouse. You had been hanging around a lot lately, and most of the other guys had noticed. Everyone seemed to like you, including Gemma, though she scared you just a bit. 

You felt yourself blush at the compliment and you smiled lightly at him. “Thanks,” you mumbled, suddenly feeling nervous and giddy. He made you feel like a schoolgirl around her first crush. 

“I got you something,” he said with a smile, reaching into the front pocket of his cut. He pulled out a small silver ring and held it between his index finger and thumb. 

“A Claddagh ring?” You recognized the ring immediately. It was a traditional Irish ring that represented love, friendship, and loyalty. You smiled and tilted your head to the side.

He nodded his head. “It reminded me of you.” He took your hand and slid the ring on your right hand, the heart pointed towards your body. “I thought you should have it, love.” You looked up, eyeing him curiously. The ring’s placement  symbolized something, and the way Chibs had slid the ring on your finger implied that you were in a committed relationship. You looked into his eyes, waiting for him to say something. He just held your hand, gazing into your eyes. He smiled wider, turning his eyes to the ring he had just slid on your finger, and took a deep breath. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” 

You nodded your head and sat up a little straighter. His eyes looked back up to meet yours.

“I’ve loved getting to know you the last few months, lass,” he began. “You are so lovely. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, lifting it and placing a kiss on the back. “I want you to be my girl.” 

An excited grin broke out on your face. “Really?” 

He placed a hand on your cheek and pressed his lips gently to yours. “Yes, lass. Really.” He paused. “What d’ya say?” 

You jumped up, flashed a playful smirk, and grabbed Chibs’ hand. “I say you take your girl out for some lunch.” 

Chibs smiled. He knew that was your way of accepting his offer. “Anything you want, my love.”

anonymous asked:

About Bannon and his goals: "What’s remarkable here, though, is Bannon’s framing of these moves as more anti-state than pro-business. The CPAC comments about ‘deconstruction’ are a toned-down version of startling statements made last August to the Daily Beast. Bannon impishly declared himself a “Leninist,” saying that the Soviet leader “wanted to destroy the state, and that’s my goal too. I want to bring everything crashing down, and destroy all of today’s establishment.” from Fortune, Feb. 25

I recall that. Here is my out of nowhere, based on nothing prediction. Bannon ain’t gonna make it. He is going to implode somehow within the first half of the term. 

@permittedceremony || continued from here

*Elissa turned around in the seat to watch the Giant, realizing real quick they were not out of danger yet even as Ardyn sped in the opposite direction. She clutched the back of it with a white-knuckled grip; its haunting, ghastly roar making her very soul shudder. She saw the fire dancing off the blade, felt its heat- and could feel her mind going back to a place it didn’t need to be going.* Not now, Elissa! Stay in the present!!

*When the sword came down beside the Vixen, the huntress let out this blood-curdling scream and nearly fell onto the floorboard from the shockwave of it hitting the road and the sheer velocity of the vintage convertible. As if she were reading the Chancellor’s thoughts, she started praying to the Six to let them escape this monstrous creature with their lives.* Please, let us make it out of this!

*And then the ethereal-like glow of the streetlight above passed over their heads and her eyes. The Giant roared once more, but was quickly left behind and Elissa had never been so grateful to be alive. Being a hunter wasn’t exactly a danger-less job but this was the closest she’d come to losing her life since childhood. And to think she’d dragged Ardyn into it with her….*

*Hammerhead was an entirely welcomed sight as the car finally slowed and came to a parked stop.* “By the Six….” *She whispered, her adrenaline still coursing her veins and making her tremble. Now all her attentions were on Ardyn. The second his hands were on her to examine for injuries, she burst into tears, putting her head in her hands.*

“I’m not hurt…..I’m not hurt, I’m sorry…..I’m so sorry…..” *She sobbed into her hands, shaking like a leaf fighting to stay on a tree in a torrential windstorm.*

Lamentations of a Coward

Perhaps it was the tears that rested like morning dew,
a dream laid so tenderly down,
or maybe…just maybe it was a life so sleepless.
But the charms of a velvet woman never cease,
never cease to bring fear into my own eyes,
stabbing into each eye, not giving a clue about what you want,
oh won’t you just carry me away from here.
Yet, there’s always a girl on my shoulder telling me
your too slow, that’s not the way to go, she’ll always say “No”.
Oh it’s so cold, there is nowhere to go,
and her lips never ask to stay.
Don’t you know I could give you all that you don’t want.
Oh the sunny little girl has gone shy,
not a word to rest on my lips,
not a glance to say “where are you going today”,
Still I feel a little light, a little light are the steps to your sight.  
No one can ever know, No one can ever know,
I’d just end up again a fool on a bed of empty sheets,
thinking of all the words I could’ve let escape,
maybe then you’d be falling, falling for a broken toy.
But I’ll never know which way she wants to go,
already knowing I’ll  be left two feet off the ground.
Our dance will never come, oh dear it’s already gone.
There’s no sense in it, our dance will never come.
Left speaking to walls, held for ransom by this weak old heart.

underappreciated onerepublic lyrics

“Not far from here, you see me break, like a bone, like a bone, I’m so breakable”

“Well, until you get there, go on, go ahead and scream it, just say it”

“Black and white didn’t fit you, and all along, you were shaded with patience, your strokes of everything”

“Fly me to nowhere, its better than somewhere, that’s where I’ve been and nothing’s changed”

“You take this hand, you take this heart, stir my bones from a thousand miles apart, it feels so cold without you it’s like ten shades of winter”

“I’ve got my heart set on anywhere but here, I’m starting down myself, counting up the years”

“I loved you with a fire red, now it’s turning blue”

“Everything I can’t be is everything you should be, and that’s why I need you here”

“And it feels like an informer, quick run away, hide, before they see you, you know it is all, all a glow”

“It’s breaking ice now to make any movement, what’s your vice? you know that mine’s the illusion”

“Everyone’s the same, our fingers to our toes, we just can’t get a ride, but we’re on the road”

“Alright, sit down and spill your heart, let’s start from the very start, ‘cause I can see by your eyes, you’re wasted”


I am a Coca-Cola employee. I’m not really a musician, and so needless to say, two years ago, two, three years ago, I’m this nobody from nowhere in the middle of this small town in Minnesota who has a dream that’s so unreachable… I’m lost, and I’m stuck in this world I can’t get out of. And so, two years ago, if you were to have said to me, “Hey Adam, you can quit your job and you can make music, do one thing in this world that you’re good at. You can make music and you can dream.” And suddenly, by writing these kind of whimsical songs, suddenly you have vehicles to go places that the four walls of your city won’t let you go. So… so it all comes down to… for a skinny little punk from nowhere with a moose hat on right now, I never thought in a million years I’d be here or I’d be allowed to do what I’m most passionate about, ‘cause I’m not good at anything else in this world except for music. So to give me this chance, I can’t thank you enough. God bless you guys.

I love Owl City because he never changes.
And my heart will not change.
We love you, Adam.
☠ Mетро 2033 ☠
  • ❝ And what if there’s nothing in there? ❞
  • ❝ You die and there’s nothing beyond that. Nothing. Nothing remains. Someone might remember you for a little while after but not for long. ❞
  • ❝ It appears that the devastation we brought upon ourselves was complete; Heaven, Hell and Purgatory were atomized as well. So when a soul leaves the body it has nowhere to go, and must remain here… A harsh, but not undeserved atonement for our sins, wouldn’t you agree? ❞
  • ❝ You all built your houses so high…. now you live down there… why? ❞
  • ❝ Humans had always been better at killing than any other living thing. ❞
  • ❝ There’s only one thing that can save a man from madness and that’s uncertainty. ❞
  • ❝ Lord… what a splendid world we ruined. ❞
  • ❝ You can’t hide from the future. ❞
  • ❝ You reap what you sow. Force answers force, war breeds war, and death only brings death. To break this vicious circle one must do more than just act without any thought or doubt. ❞
  • ❝ Some people call ‘em demons, I call ‘em bitches. ❞
  • ❝ If we are to survive, this threat must be eliminated, no matter the cost. Eliminated. Understand? ❞
  • ❝ If its hostile, kill it. ❞
  • ❝ Wicked phenomenon, yes? But, you know, it’s not any more “evil” than, say… fire. It all depends on your point of view. Try to get a better understanding of things before you make your judgement. ❞
  • ❝ Let’s move out now, it’s not safe here. ❞
  • ❝ Another push, can’t die twice anyway! ❞
  • ❝ To hell with you! Another comedian! Stop laughing! ❞
  • ❝ Cool! Just like in old Hollywood movies about Soviet Union! ❞
  • ❝ Same old story huh, you save the world while sitting waist deep in shit and no one gives a damn. ❞
  • ❝ Join the army they said, it will be fun they said…❞
  • ❝ These things I have done… My hands are blackened with blood. ❞
  • ❝ If I could have my time again, I would, and then maybe I could become a good man. ❞
What You Can’t Finish

Requested by anonymous: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Daryl were best friends before the apocalypse, and they reunite at the Hilltop colony?

What You Can’t Finish

“Paul Rovia. But my friends call me Jesus.” He extended his hand to help me stand back up, a big smile on his face. “We have a camp. Not far from here. The Hilltop Colony. You’ll be safe there, and there’s lots of other people.”

You look this guy up and down; skeptical. “Let me get this straight,” You raise your gun again, “You come out of nowhere, knock me on my ass, and then expect me to just go with you to who knows where?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

You considered it briefly. It wasn’t like you had many options. You reached out and shook his hand. “I’m going to call you Paul, though. ‘Jesus’ is too sacrilegious for me. I was raised Catholic.”


“You comin or not?” Daryl yelled from outside.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Dixon!” You yell back, trying to pull your boot on and walk down the front steps at the same time.

“Keep talkin like that and ya can’t have none of this.” He dangled a six pack of beer in front of your face.

“I’ll talk however I want, and I’ll still get beer.” You playfully jabbed him in the ribs and stole the six-pack while he was distracted. “See?”

“Yer dead!” He smiled and lunged forward.

“Don’t start fights you can’t finish, Dixon!” You yell, running off into the woods.

The dream ended there. You were suddenly awake, lying in your bed, listening to the sounds of the early morning at Hilltop. There was someone knocking on your door, and you groaned and turned over, willing the memory to come back.

The knocking was still there. “What?” You groaned.

“You’re supposed to help me milk the cows this morning. Remember?”

Shit. It was Fran. You hated working with her. She never shut up. You never missed Daryl Dixon’s stony silence more than when you had to do a chore with Fran. “Yeah, I’m coming. Just give me a minute.” You roll out of bed, shaking the cobwebs from your head, and began to get dressed.

You ran through the woods at full speed and finally crashed right into the creek. Daryl was right behind you, not missing a beat as he barreled through the cold water right at you.

You yell out as he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. “Truce!” You’re afraid he’s going to drop you in the water, but he sets you down instead.

Daryl swiped the beer out of your hands. “Don’t start fights you can’t finish.” He pulled a can off the plastic carrier as you both sloshed your way to dry land. You found a sunny spot in a clearing and collapsed into the grass, opening the can with a ‘hiss’.

You follow Fran into the makeshift barn where the cows were kept. Sighing, you pick up a few pails and the broken one you use as a milking stool. Fran started going on about who knows what. You never knew what that woman was talking about; it’s like she forgot there’s an apocalypse and still thinks there’s celebrity gossip worthy of chatting about. It’s as if all the celebrities weren’t dead in her mind.

“You’ll miss me when I go away in the fall.” You said, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you as you lay in the clearing sunning yourselves.

“Yeah.” You expected him to deny it, so this clear admission of thoughts and inner feelings shocked you a bit. “Won’t be the same round here.”

“You’ll just have Merle to hang out with.”

“Don’t remind me.” Daryl slung a scrawny arm over his face.

You reached down and took his other hand in yours. “You could come with me?”

Daryl just shook his head. “I’d never get into a fancy college like you.”

“You could just move to the city with me. I hear Atlanta’s nice. And you could open a mechanic shop or sumthin.”

“Nah.” He lolled his head to the side to look at you. “Merle and me are gonna figure sumthin out.” It was quiet for a bit. “Just don’t forget bout me when you make new friends and have bigger adventures.”

“I could never forget about you, Daryl.”

“Y/N!” You snap out of it when you hear Fran yelling at you.


“I’ve been saying your name for quite a while now. Where’d you go just now?”

You shrug. “Nowhere.”

“Hey, guys. Jesus is back.” Scott came around the corner and into the barn. “He got back about an hour ago. I don’t think he brought supplies, though. But he did bring a lot of people.”

“Should we check it out?” You ask, brushing your hands on your jeans and standing.

“Go without me.” Fran said, moving milk pails away from the cows. “I’m not too keen on meeting new people. Not after Negan’s group.”

You shrug. “Suit yourself.” You wandered over to the main house, waving to Hilltop people that called out ‘good mornings’, just to be polite.

“I don’t leave for another few weeks.” You say, upset and sad and angry.

Daryl shrugged. “But you’re leavin. What’s the difference between us sayin good-bye now or then?”

“The difference is that you’re cuttin our time short!”

“I told ya. Merle thinks he found us some work or sumthin. So, we’re heading a little further south. He wants to go now.”

“You can’t.”

Finally, you get to the old mansion and pull open one of the doors. “Hey, Paul,” You call out as you go inside, “I heard you brought people instead of my toothpaste!”

The group was right inside the door when you stepped in. They were all staring at you, hair dripping from the forced shower Gregory probably made them take. “Oh, hi.” You wave.

There was a beat of silence. “Hi.” The red-haired man was the only one that spoke.

“I’m Y/N.” You shift your weight awkwardly. “Welcome to Hilltop.”

“We’re not staying.” The one with a full brown beard said roughly.

“Well, whether you’re staying or not, wel—“ You broke off mid-sentence as movement caught your eye from the top of the staircase. “Oh my god.” You practically screamed.

The look of shock and relief on your face probably looked more like “terror”, and the group probably expected to see a walker on the stairs when they turned around to follow your line of sight. But, instead of a walker, they only saw Daryl Dixon rooted to his spot on the staircase, the same look of shock and relief playing on his features. The air seemed to be sucked out of the room and for a beat, no one moved.

Then, Daryl was flying down the staircase at top speed as your knees gave out and you started to cry. He caught you and enveloped you in the same hug he’d given you after your boyfriend cheated on you. “I thought you were dead.” He said, quietly. “Merle and I went to your house after the outbreak, but it was trashed.”

You nod. “I left in a hurry. I wanted to try to find you.”

He let go of you finally, and wiped the tears from your cheeks. “Don’t go cryin on me now, girl.” You both started to laugh.

“You know her?” A woman with brown hair asked, and you were both suddenly conscious of the fact that there were other people in the room.

“Yeah. This is Y/N. We’ve been friends since we were little.” Daryl clapped his hand on your back a little harder than he probably meant to.

You looked him up and down and said, “Yeah, and it looks like not much changed since then. You’re still a punk.” You smirked at him, digging into his side with your pointer finger.

“Don’t start nuthin’ ya can’t finish.” He laughed, picked you up, and slung you over his shoulder. “I’m still stronger than ya.”

“Truce!” You call out, just like old times, and it gets you set back on the ground. Everyone in the group was gaping at you two. “Why are they staring at us like that?” I ask.

“We’ve just never seen this side of Daryl before.” The man with the beard said.

“I can be fun, Rick.” Daryl said, trying to frown.

“Damn near playful even,” The red-headed man mumbled in surprise.

“Oh, have I got stories for you, then.” You nudge Daryl. “Dixon the Younger here was the most fun person I hung out with when I was little.”

“Those are stories I want to hear.” The brunette woman said.

“Ya ain’t gonna hear shit.” Daryl said as threateningly as possible.

“Tell you what.” You address Rick. “You let me come back to live in your camp with you guys, and I’ll tell you any stories you want to hear.”

Rick shifted his weight, and almost smiled a bit. “How many walkers have you killed?”

“Too many to keep track.”

“How many people have you killed?”



“They tried to hurt me.”

There was a pause, before Rick nodded and said, “Welcome to the group, Y/N.”

“You can’t.” You repeated again. Then, you stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

There was only sadness in his eyes as Daryl said, “Don’t start what ya can’t finish.”

You leaned your head on your best friend and the only man you’ve ever truly loved. “I won’t start what I can’t finish.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his.

He nodded knowingly. “Me neither.”


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