this would be better if it was a motorcycle

So I have this head cannon based on my own family that the bat kids have a habit of saying “my brother”/”my sister” like everyone knows who they’re talking about. People who know about the whole batclan can usually guess which bro/sis based on the context, but everyone else just assumes there’s only one brother and one sister. 

Imagine Tim starting YJ and being super secretive about his identity, so no one knows he’s Tim Drake with 7.5 billion Wayne siblings. Which leads to the hilarious assumption that Tim just has one brother, and who does. So. Much

Grew up in a circus, and by circus he means the streets, and by streets he means a palace in Dubai. Born in Gotham but also in the middle east but he’s Cuban and black? Can’t drive a car, but can drive a motorcycle? Is married, but also ‘partners’ with some guy named roy and is also like twelve? Died?? But apparently he got better?? 

And his sister is a mute computer genius who’s both super dramatic, and pretty stoic, faked her own death once?? and is an Asian ginger, and might be the child of Catwoman and Batman??

People would think he’s making it up, except he says these things so casually and with such a straight face that there’s no way it’s a joke. 

Until one day some brave soul is like “Hey Robin, how many siblings do you have again?”

“Well, legally I have three brothers and two sisters. But Duke’s adoption papers are pending, and Babs might as well be my sister. Stephanie pretty much lives with us too, so I suppose that brings the total up to four brothers and four sisters.” 

Which solves one problem, but still doesn’t answer the whole dying? and getting better??? 

the evolution of adam and ronan (bold is faves)
  • Last week, he and Adam had taken turns dragging each other on a moving dolly behind the BMW, and they both still had the marks to show it
  • Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didnt know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves. 
  • “Do you think it makes me look tougher?” Ronan said, “It makes you look like a loser.”
  • “You’re a Neanderthal.” “Sometimes you sound just like Gansey,” Ronan said. “Sometimes you don’t.” Noah laughed his breathy, nearly soundless laugh. Ronan spit on the ground beside the BMW. “I didn’t realize that ‘midget’ was the Adam Parrish type.” he said. 
  • Two years earlier, Adam had made his decision to come to Aglionby, and, in his head, it was sort of because of Ronan…even the way the other boy had moved, Adam recalled, had struck him: confident and careless, shoulders rolled back, chin tilted, an emperor’s son…He’d never wanted to be someone else so badly. In his head, that boy was Ronan.
  • “I’m always straight.” Adam replied, “Oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

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Headcanons for the Overwatch boys *(Excluding Bastion, Winston, & Torbjorn (he’s married to his turret tbh)) and how they’d treat their S/O:


-McCree is the kind of man you can send to the store to buy you anything. He is not embarrassed, he’s a man on a mission.

-McCree is an excellent cook and will bring you breakfast in bed often, especially if you aren’t feeling well.

-McCree will gladly watch any movie with you, no matter how corny it is. He isn’t really paying attention to it, the cowboy is too busy staring at you.


Soldier 76:

-He will bring you home souvenirs, he doesn’t think much of it. He just wants you to know you’re always on his mind, no matter how far apart you are.

-It’s a guilty pleasure, but Jack loves playing with your hair.

-Jack loves to sneak up on you and wrap his arms around you. Especially when you’re cooking. He then offers to help, of course.



-Genji loves sharing his culture with you, he tries his best to teach you some Japanese. He finds it amusing when you mix words up.

-Genji takes you to festivals whenever he can, he loves it when you wear yukatas. He tries his best to win you things, sometimes you end up winning more things for him.

-Genji wakes up first, he will just lay there admiring you. Seeing your face first thing in the morning reminds him how beautiful life is.



-Gabriel while not always affectionate in front of others, likes to discreetly grab your ass. He finds your reactions funny.

-It means the world to Gabriel when you try to cook for him, even if he doesn’t have much of a use for eating.

-Gabriel doesn’t say much when you steal his clothes, he secretly enjoys it. Sometimes to make you laugh, he’ll put on one of your shirts.



-Zenyatta loves to read to you, he knows it helps you relax.

-He is very proud of you, he happily shows you to all of his fellow monks and everyone he can. Holding your hand is a great privilege.

-He doesn’t need sleep obviously but loves to keep you company all night, he just likes to make sure you’re safe and comfortable.



-Reinhardt carries you around despite your constant protests. He does put you down gently if you are getting upset.

-He loves sparring with you, he is always amazed by your strength inside and out.

-Reinhardt makes almost everything he gives you, he believes in the best gifts come from the heart.



-Junkrat is a big mush, he loves PDA. Nothing is better than kissing you while explosives are going off in the background.

-He tries his best to be romantic, and while he doesn’t always succeed… he is sweet in his own way.

-Baths became way better since you came into his life. Although Junkrat often turns bathtime into something else entirely.



-A man of a few words yes, Roadhog always makes sure you know how much you mean to him. With both words and action.

-Roadhog often gives you rides on his motorcycle, he loves seeing you laugh and enjoy the freedom that the motorcycle provides.

-Roadhog has a thing for cute things, your shared bedroom is filled with the many things he thinks would look good on you or you would like.



-When you said you’ve never tried archery before, prepare for him to teach you tirelessly. He loves sharing his passions with you.

-He feels as if you are the one good thing he has left in this world, he would do anything to protect you and make sure you feel loved.

-Sometimes he likes whispering dirty things in Japanese in your ear, seeing your blush makes him chuckle.



-Lucio is very public with his relationship with you, he is extremely happy how supportive his fans are of you two dating.

-You are his muse, he often writes songs about you.

-He loves it when you sing in the shower, much to your embarrassment he joins in.

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Serpent Jughead takes good girl Betty to Prom, like in an old car of a motorcycle. Maybe like he wears his Serpent jacket instead of a tux and maybe they are questioning their fate but Archie and Ronnie rig the votes for them to be prom king and queen

Oof, this was actually a little tricky to write.

“What’s up Arch, I got your text?” Jughead asked as he slid into the booth across from his best friend. The red haired boy staring questioningly at Jughead.

“You either don’t know, or you don’t care.” He said agitated. Causing Jughead to look up at the sudden shift in his tone.

“Don’t know what?”

Archie pulled his backpack onto the table, digging inside of it and pulling out swatches of different colored fabrics
“Do you know what these are?” He asked.

Jughead stared at them for a few seconds, trying to find the answer to this ridiculous riddle Archie seemed to be playing
“They’re.. pieces of.. clothes?” He questioned hopefully.

“Wrong!” Archie slammed his hands on the table, sending Jughead flying backward into the booth in shock
“These are bow tie, fabric samples! I have gone over them thirteen times with Veronica, do you want to know why I have done that?” His eyes shifted crazily and Jughead opened his mouth to speak


“Because Jughead, it is Junior Prom. And every girl wants the perfect Junior Prom, therefore it is up to us as boyfriends to make that Junior Prom Perfect. Imagine my surprise when my good pal Betty tells me she’ll be going alone, now I know you’re caught up with your Serpent stuff and I know you don’t go to Riverdale anymore but Betty being happy is important to me, you should have seen her face when she told me she was going alone.. I mean it was…”

Jughead jumped out of the booth and skidded to his feet, running towards the door and cursing as he gripped his Leather jacket, shitshitshitshit. She had mentioned it, and he had been meaning to ask her, he was still thinking of a plan to do it. She had been completely supportive of his new life on the south side and he knew how hard it was for her, he had wanted to do this for her, makeup for the homecoming dance that had been ruined, but he damn well forgot. He stood in front of her front door, glancing at his phone, she would be coming out any minute now, she had late night cheerleading practice and he usually walked her to the school, lately he had been so busy he hadn’t had the time, she said she understood but he knew how badly he had been hurting her lately. He was such an asshole.

Right on time, Betty walked onto her front porch, her eyes widening when she saw her boyfriend before she broke out in a beaming smile
“Juggie” she said softly, pushing her pompoms into her backpack, the surprise and happiness on her face should have made him feel better but it only cemented the fact that he had been incredibly neglectful to his amazing girlfriend.

“Hey Juliet.” He smiled miserably, dropping a kiss to her cheek and swinging an arm over her shoulder

“To what do I owe the honor.” She teased, looking up at him and snuggling into his leather clad side. Jughead took a deep breathe, inhaling the peaches and vanilla of her shampoo, the soft feel of her silky blonde curls spurring on his confidence
“I’ve come to ask the fair lady to the ever cliche Junior Prom.” He said cornily, wrapping an arm around her waist. Betty stiffened before pulling away and laughing sadly

“That’s okay. It’s totally unnecessary, I’m sure you have better things to do than hang around some school dance with a bunch of your old classmates.” She pulled her backpack over her shoulder and he quickly took it off draping it over his own shoulder, he looked down at her, his eyebrows furrowed, did she really think he didn’t want to go with her? That she wasn’t important enough for him?

“I want to go Betty, I want to go with you.” He reassured her, stopping her in her tracks, and moving a hand to cup her cheek. Betty melted into his embrace before sighing

“You don’t have to do this Jug, I know how busy you are with the serpents, it’s just a silly dance.” She shrugged, standing on the steps of Riverdale

“Bets, we’re going and it’s going to be the perfect night okay? It’s our chance to forget about the serpents and everything in between, it’ll be just us. got it?“he said sternly, a goofy smile playing on his face as she leaned towards him, brushing her lips against his

"Okay Romeo, whatever you say.” With that she headed into the gym and left Jughead alone with his thoughts, it had to be perfect, she deserved it.

Unfortunately nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to either Betty Cooper or Jughead Jones, the night of the dance Jugheads truck broke down leaving him without any vehicle to pick up his girlfriend for their perfect night. To make it even better when he was trying to fix the engine, oil splattered all over his tuxedo leaving him in his suit pants and his leather Serpents Jacket, the only way he was going to get Betty to the Dance would be with his fathers motorcycle, the entire bike filled with Southside serpent bumper stickers and emblems. He pulled up to the Cooper Residence and took a deep breath, she was going to leave him, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. Standing by the bike, leaning against the offending object his jaw nearly dropped to the floor when Betty exited her house.

She was wearing a long light yellow dress, it was strapless and showed off her toned arms, the top was folded pieces of soft fabric and the bottom billowed when she walked giving her the appearance that she was flying, his gaze skimmed the tan skin the dress left bare before landing on her face, her long dark lashes were thicker and framing her gorgeous light green eyes,her lips were shiny and her cheeks were rosy. He admired the way her long blonde curls were pushed out of her face but still left to fall down her back, clipped together by some sparkly contraption. She was going to be the most beautiful girl in the room and he couldn’t wait to take a picture and show the guys at Southside High.

Betty skeptically eyed the motorcycle and he instantly remembered what an asshole he was.

“The truck broke down, and I got oil on my tux its the best I could do.. Betty I’m so sorry, I..”

She cut him off with a simple peck and mounted the motorcycle

“There’s a first time for everything right, maybe I should have worn my ponytail, I’m not sure how well my hair will hold up on this thing” she giggled slightly as he slid in front of her, still feeling absolutely horrible but the feel of her tiny hands around his waist made him feel slightly better as she held on tight.

When they arrived at the dance, he immediately heard the murmurs from his classmates

“He’s a serpent!”
“Look at his jacket”
“Did you see what he showed up in?”
“Poor Betty, he doesn’t even care”

Betty sensed the tension in her boyfriends shoulders and gently tugged him towards the dance floor, wrapping herself in his arms.

“Thankyou for taking me tonight Juggie.”

The dark haired boy let out a sigh as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face
“You shouldn’t be thanking me for this Betty, I should have asked you sooner, I should have been more prepared. I ruined this night. I know that you have a lot on the line dating a Serpent and I haven’t made it any easier on you, I’ve been horrible to you. I’m so sorry, I love you so much and I just…” Betty cut him off, pressing her lips to his.

“I love you too, tonight was perfect because I was with you. I don’t need all the flashy business , I just want you. Gang member and all.” She teased, running her fingers over the logo on his back.

“You really are something else Betty Cooper.” He whispered dreamily, wrapping his arms tighter around Betty and sending up a silent prayer to whoever was up there for giving him the absolute best girlfriend in the world.

Maybe the town would try and divide them but together? They were stronger than all of the white noise.

Captain America Civil War Review Containing Spoilers and Emotions

Score: 8.5/10

Handsome strong big fight. Big boys punch hard, feel hard, get hard. Hold me in your strong arms handsome America man. Hold me to your enormous pecs I want to listen to them whisper to me. I love you.

So many men. I wish I could smell them. Here is what I think they smell like

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When Your POT Doesn’t Show

How annoying, right? You drive completely out of your way for a POT date for him to completely bail. I will say though, this is a first for me but this does happen to the best of us. Here’s how to help. 

1) Try and get there first and say you need a table for one. 

When you do this, they’ll only set up a table for one, not two. Meaning, you won’t sit through your own lunch or dinner by yourself. No one would ever guess. :) If he does come, getting another table setting is no big deal. 

2) Don’t be discouraged. 

This happens to us all the time. Think positive. Today was such a beautiful day in Arizona that I actually truly enjoyed sitting outside eating my bowl of strawberries. 

3)Try and find a last minute replacement whether it be an SD or just a friend. 

I actually tried calling one of my other ones, or even a friend who lived by to come and join me las minute. “Hey, I’m actually at _______ and was thinking of you, you’re more than welcome to come join.”  

4) Make the day about you. 

After him not showing up, I browsed the mall, got a real lunch and took time for myself. I was even happier knowing I could get to go home and do extra homework I needed to make up before the break ended. 

5) Don’t put your eggs in one basket. 

When I first started SA I only wanted one guy, but then shit like this would happen and I would freak out because I needed cash. Today, wasn’t the story because I’m like eh, I have three others. (AND FELINE FELIX IS TOMORROW! :D)

6) If he contacts you…  

Finds out his friend was in a legitimate motorcycle accident. Picture included of his friend and Reverse Google Image site verified. He said he was extremely sorry and that he would make it up to me. USUALLY I wouldn’t give this guy a second blink but we have conversed, he’s very kind and respectable. He also bought me lingerie off of prior to meeting me. 

However, be warned if you do give a guy a second chance he may end up doing the same thing again. I’ve totally been there. If you want, tell him be better wire some money to your pay pal to make sure he’s actually going to come if you do give him a second chance. 

Hope this helps
- (sbmisstaylor)

Lesbian Master List

Lipstick Lesbian: An extremely glamorous, very feminine, lesbian. Not a doc marten or flannel in sight, just dresses and heels and everything in between. Perfume, flowers, pink, and women. Often portrayed as submissive in a lesbian relationship, but that isn’t always the case. Lipstick lesbians can kick some ass. Have you seen the sharpness of those heels? They are all the glitz and glam of a lesbian. Portia De Rossi and Sarah Paulson are just a few examples.

Femme: A feminine lesbian, simply put. Not as glamorous as a lipstick lesbian, but still extremely feminine. Makeup, jeans, maybe the occasional pair of chucks in baby pink. Also often viewed as the submissive one in a lesbian relationship, but that’s not always the case. Leisha Hailey is a great example of a femme lesbian.

Stem: An African American femme. The same exact definition of a femme, but this definition is reserved just for woc, which is much deserved. Wanda Sykes or Robin Roberts are wonderful examples of stem lesbians.

Sporty Dyke: Still a femme, but so athletic that it would make you think otherwise. Running shoes and sweats are very familiar with sporty dykes, and they probably always have their hair up in an under armour headband at all times. Have you ever seen their hair down? Probably not. She won’t put on a dress until her sports banquet, and her whole team will gasp in shock. Sporty dykes have the best body of any lesbian though… You need muscle to play softball as good as they do. Jillian Michaels is a great example of a sporty dyke.

Blue Jeans Femme: Have you ever seen The Kids Aren’t Alright? Then you know what I’m talking about. Blue jean femmes love their Mossimo dark wash jeans just as much as they love their vegan leather Birkenstocks and their farmers market veggies. Reads a lot of self-enlightenment books and probably has a colorful afghan. Joni Mitchell and Ani DiFranco probably run through their blood stream. They love thrift shopping and green juice after meditation, and god dammit they love their girlfriend.

Chapstick Lesbian: A relatively feminine lesbian, but still has a fair share of masculine or tomboyish characteristics. Chucks, doc martens, band tees and flannels are no new thing to chapstick lesbians. But dammit do they love their mascara and their pretty pink curtains. They can kill a spider with only a little scream, and can probably put an IKEA dresser together with the help of her girlfriend. Sarah Gilbert is a great example of a chapstick.

Beibian: The stage most baby dykes go through… The 2009 Justin Bieber hair phase. *gasp* Yes, they actually have Justin Bieber type hair. Yes, they probably just came out and are trying to find themselves in the world of lesbian. Beibians are freshly “came out” lesbians with skinny jeans and target plaid button-ups and the rainbow hottopic bracelet and “pride” pins all over their black jansport. Probably wears vans. Probably spends 30 minutes to an hour straightening their freshly cut coming out hair-do and will probably take a flash mirror selfie to post on tumblr. Justin Bieber is a great example of a Beibian.

Futch: Not a femme, not a butch. Content with being both and neither. Maybe you have a pixie cut, maybe you have long hair. Maybe you wear pretty flowy blouses, maybe you wear button ups. Maybe you wear makeup one day and not the next. You’ll wear a pretty dress to your cousin’s wedding and a pantsuit to your sister’s birthday. You are so confident with feeling one way one day, and another the next, and you love to play with masculinity and femininity, and you do it well. But you’re indecisive, so your girlfriend always picks the restaurant. A great example of futch is Ellen Page.

Soft Butch: Mostly masculine, but they have something soft about them. Flannels and button ups are the typical attire, hats are always a must. Even though they love to be chivalrous and kill spiders and act tough, they secretly love buying candles and going clothes shopping with their girlfriend. They can cry to a romcom and cheer to a basketball game. They are everything great about being a butch, but they’re just soft about it. Get yourself a soft butch, she’ll fix your toilet and gossip about OITNB. She’ll be the big spoon, most of the time. A wonderful example of soft butch is our president, Ellen DeGeneres.
Stud: The same as soft butch, but this definition is reserved for black women! An example of a stud is Samira Wiley. *Enter a Poussey joke please. My heart still hurts too bad to do so.*

Butch: The cream of the lesbian crop. Butch. When you see a butch, the first thing you think is, “lesbian.” Which is accurate. Because, well, she’s a lesbian. Butches are characteristically confident and sure about their identity, so much so that they are willing to go outside gender norms and wear not what’s typical, but what feels good. Most every butch has short hair, it’s kinda the butch thing. (Unless you’re a LHB, or a long haired butch, who are equally butchy and attractive.) A butch is a masculine woman simply put. 100% men’s clothes down to the knickers. She’s chivalrous, and can take apart an IKEA desk and can put it back together in a blink of an eye, and can probably kill a spider without so much as a bat of an eyelash. Watches a lot of sports but will watch Project Runway if her girlfriend forces her, (she secretly likes it.) She’s just cool. Everyone wants to have the swagger of the butch. A couple perfect examples of a butch would be K.D. Lang, Rachel Maddow, and Sarah Bettens. They are hotter than any dude could ever be.

Stone Butch: Take the definition of butch and times it by 100. They are the butches of the butch. Intense and intimidating, with womanly swagger, all in one. By law, every stone butch has to own a leather jacket. It’s just the law. She probably has carpenter jeans and really intense steel toed combat boots. Every stone butch has at least 14 tattoos. At least. She probably has a group of super scary butch friends, and will pick you up on your first date on her motorcycle. She may be a stone butch, but her heart is as warm as it comes. She loves taking her gf out for joyrides and pushing chairs out for her. So don’t ever be intimidated by the stone butch, they are the friendliest of all. It is typical for stone butches to be particularly “dominant” in any relationship, and they maybe classified especially by not not liking to be intimately touched in any situation. Overall, the stone butch is the even better butch! An example of stone butch would be Lea DeLaria.

*If you think of anymore, feel free to add on or ask us to add onto it!*

Peter Maximoff and Kurt Wagner: Why They’d be CUTE AS HELL Together

Ok, ok, I realize it’s a rarepair.  But hear me out.

  • Kurt’s teleportation is a really good counter to Peter’s speed.  Like, Peter can go as fast as he wants but Kurt’s just gonna be gone before he gets there.  They would have epic games of tag.  New students would watch in slightly concerned awe, especially when Peter manages to grab Kurt’s tail just before he teleports to the roof.  Charles is impressed because Kurt’s teleporting reflexes have never been better and someone Peter is managing to go even faster???
  • Kurt’s first introduction to American music was some earsplitting metal that Scott was listening to while working on his motorcycle and having an Angstfest.  Peter reassures him that there is much better music out there and they spend a whole day just going through Peter’s collection of records and tapes.
  • They watch soccer together.  Kurt’s way more into it than Peter (Alles für Deutschland!  Alles für Deutschland!) but Peter enjoys rooting for the opposing and/or losing team just to bug Kurt.  They both shit all over England, much to Charles’ disappointment.
  • Peter, rebel that he is, goes up to Canada to steal contraband Kinder Eggs for Kurt because a) it’s Kurt’s favorite candy and b) it’s a chocolate egg with a surprise toy inside how cool is that what asshole made these illegal in America.
  • Look they’d just be really cute ok.
  • Also
  • We could call the ship nightsilver

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Heya Mum (Oh boy i hope i don't set the whole Mum/Mom discourse into motion). I know you're super swamped with asks rn but here me out here. SOOOO today is my birthday (Just turned 21!!! Turn Vertical!!!) and i just really wanted a fluffy Sanvers birthday scene (Either can be celebrating) - but only if you feel up to it, if not that's completely fine. This is my first time intruding anyones asks tbh but I digress. Thank you for all the love you shine unto us, it makes our days that much brighter


She doesn’t tell Alex that her birthday is coming up.

She doesn’t tell her, because it doesn’t occur to her: it’s never been a priority for anyone she’s dated before. She’s never been a priority for anyone she’s dated before.

And in school, before there was dating, there were white kids, straight kids, who glared and who took her lunch money and who would make a regular day ten times worse when it was supposed to be her special day.

So she doesn’t tell her, but Alex knows anyway, because Alex is observant and Alex may or may not have had Winn hack into Maggie’s file because she’s gotta have a birthday sometime and she knows Maggie, knows that she’s not the type to tell her, to expect anything.

But she should expect something – she should expect everything – because Alex notices, and Alex pays attention, and Alex dotes on her.

So the morning of Maggie’s birthday, Alex gets up for her run extra early. She says nothing out of the ordinary as she kisses Maggie’s temple, as she makes sure she’s snuggled tight into the sheets. She says nothing as she tiptoes back into the apartment an hour later, sneaking extra quietly because she has extra things in tow. Lots of extra things.

Half a dozen helium balloons – one in the shape of a motorcycle – and pancakes and syrup and eggs and coffee from Maggie’s favorite bodega, and, to her own surprise, a stuffed animal puppy with wide, excited eyes and tongue hanging out.

Stealthy as she tries to be, the motorcycle balloon knocks onto the door frame, and Maggie sits up groggily.

“Al?” she asks, her voice scratchy and thick with sleep.

“Morning birthday girl,” Alex smiles as she drops everything on the counter and pads into the bedroom – her bedroom, rapidly becoming their bedroom.

“Birthday – what – Ally, how’d you – you – why would you – “

“Because,” Alex explains, pushing Maggie back gently by the shoulders, straddling her and kissing her soundly as Maggie’s groggy confusion turns into a sleepy, perfect smile. “The world became a much better place the day you came into it, Maggie Sawyer. And that needs to be celebrated, don’t you think?”

Maggie sighs breathily and arches her body up sleepily as Alex traces kisses from her lips down her jawline and her neck.

“Alex, you… you didn’t have to go to any trouble – “

Alex stills and leans back to look down at Maggie with a furrowed brow and anger at past lovers in her eyes. “Maggie, celebrating you? Treating you like you deserve to be treated? Why would that be any trouble?”

Maggie arches an eyebrow and says nothing, because she can’t say anything, because this must be what birthdays are supposed to feel like, and she glances over Alex’s shoulder and sees the motorcycle balloon and laughs and squeals like it’s Christmas morning and flips Alex off of her and pads across the apartment to see what else Alex got her.

Alex laughs as she sits back up, as she watches, as she follows, and she checks her phone to make sure that Kara and the others are still on for tonight.

Because as thrilled as Maggie is with the balloons and breakfast and stuffy, Alex Danvers hasn’t even begun yet.

There are flowers from her girlfriend on Maggie’s desk at the precinct when she gets there, and all her colleagues know, and all her colleagues thump her on the back and pile bottles of wine and hockey tickets and Supergirl action figures (from their kids) and lesbian sex dice (from her teasing, laughing work partner) onto her desk throughout the day, and Maggie knows exactly who is responsible for making sure everyone knew and shook down with gifts.

Lunch – from her favorite vegan restaurant across town – is delivered to her in the field by one Adrian Rodriguez, the bill footed by one Alex Danvers, Adrian’s absence from physics class excused by Alex Danvers, who has agreed to tutor him in everything he’s missing and pay his train fare so he didn’t have to put out a dime for anything, except for the comic book he’s gotten made for Maggie, tracing the story of her and him and a bunch of the other queer kids she’s helped out and befriended over the years, and Maggie tries not to cry because she’s at work, dammit, but she cries anyway.

And Adrian accompanies to the bar that night – “no alcohol for you, mister underage” – and Maggie expects it to just be Alex, but she should have known better by now, because not only is it Alex: it’s Alex and Kara and M’gann and James and Winn and J’onn, but it’s also her sister and her niece and her favorite cousin and her best (and only) friend from back home.

And it’s all her favorite music blasting out of the bar speakers and it’s a massive vegan rainbow cake and it’s streamers and it’s her girlfriend decked out in a tight red dress, and Maggie knows exactly what she’s wearing underneath it and exactly how her last birthday gift for this year is going to be given to her, and she licks her lips and she has no words for her perfect girlfriend, but Alex doesn’t need them because her smile is enough, and she tries to hold in her tears but she doesn’t have to, doesn’t have to, because this is her family, her family, her family, and – for once – everyone just wants to celebrate her.

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After a slightly botched heist, twice the paperwork has to be done at the station and the crew have to wait an extra 30 minutes to regroup after because, rather than unlocking his handcuffs and escaping the car, smooth-talker Free thought it would be better to convince the cops driving to hit somebody driving a motorcycle on the way back to the station. "But it looked so cool you should have seen the way he went flying!" He proclaims as Geoff drinks to repress the urge to strangle him.

Honestly Geoff can’t even be mad when they break Gavin out of the station and a cop is screaming “he made me do it” as he’s being dragged away. Gavin has the smuggest look on his face and for a second Geoff is running though the list of underlings he owns to see if he somehow missed one in disguise. When they get out and Gavin retells the past few hours, no one can believe what they’re hearing. Gavin, top tier criminal in Los Santos and universally hated by every cop in the city for belonging to the FAHC somehow managed to convince a cop to run down a pedestrian in cold blood. Now, anyone that has ever been on the receiving end of Gavin’s charm knows that he has a mysterious way of getting what he wants out of you. He picks and prods at just the right places, has just the right aloof tone to make him nonthreatening. Never in a million years would Geoff think that Gavin’s skills applied to cops arresting him, so when Gavin is laughing about it he can’t even muster the energy to be upset that he cut the heist short. He’s honestly too impressed.

Ride Home (Doukyuusei)

A/N: Doukyuusei (Kusakabe/Sajou) -  21. “I just…got jealous…” - Yeeeyy prompt by lovely @ticklygiggles *-* It’s been a while since I wrote Doukyuusei and ooomg this prompt. Hope you liiike it!<3

Summary: When Sajou gets out of school and meets Kusakabe outside for a drive home, he notices his usually cheerful boyfriend is in a rather bad mood. Getting worked up on their way, Sajou decides to take this matter of a cold and grumpy Kusakabe into his own hands.

Word Count: 2255

Buzz-buzz. Sajou sighed and quickly tapped his phone and shoved it back into his pocket. That was his cue; Kusakabe was probably already at the school gates waiting for him to pick him up after college. Well, he was now taking a piss after holding it in during three classes in a row. Tough life.

His phone kept buzzing and buzzing in his pocket, and instead of responding, he finally finished and made his way down the stairs. ‘Yes yes Kusakabe, I’m coming,’ he thought with a smile. 

On his way towards the school exit, Sajou chuckled when he noticed the school was still decorated with silly Valentine’s Day decorations. The committee sure was behind with this kind of stuff. He remembered how the Christmas decorations from last time remained until almost the end of January. 

“Sajou-kun?” Speaking of the committee, there was one of its members. Sajou chuckled at his female classmate Reina, and he casually pointed at the decorations.

“About time you take those off hm?” he said jokingly, blushing at his own embarrassing guts to act sassy around the popular Reina, and she giggled playfully and stuck out her tongue.

“There’s always a time for hearts and roses, Sajou-kun,” she replied, and she hopped towards one of the boards and took off a few of the hearts.

“Whatever,” Sajou murmured with a smile, and she laughed cheerfully while she chased after him, throwing the hearts all over him.

“You’re always so gloomy! Did you even celebrate Valentine’s Day with anyone?” Trying to avoid the rain of paper hearts, Sajou quickly walked out of the building and wiped the things from his head and shoulders.

“Yeah. I mean no. Well, yeah.” Most people were kind of half aware he was dating a guy. Not everyone. He wanted them to know, but also… not. Just being subtle about it was decent enough, and the fact that just the females of the class didn’t know that much about him was nothing intentional. He was just awkward, and liked to be in the background. That was just it…

What?” Reina teased because of his vague answer, and she showered him with the final paper hearts and clapped her hands after she emptied them.

“Well then Mr. yeah-no-yeah-I-have-a-Valentine, see you tomorrow.” Reina waved at him and they parted ways after walking out of the school gates. If everyone was as charismatic as her, the world would definitely be a happy place, Sajou thought. 

He heard the sound of someone clearing his throat and noticed Kusakabe stood ready with his motorcycle. Speaking of Valentines… Sajou blushed and walked towards him. 

“Hey, sorry for making you wait.” He was ready to give him a quick kiss as a greeting, but before he could even move closer he was greeted by a helmet that was shoved into his hands, and Kusakabe turning away.

“Get on,” was his lover’s answer, and Sajou hesitated and did as he was told. 

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anonymous asked:

motorcycle is really dumb much better to get a license and drive in a car. they're fkin dangerous and it's pretty obv u just want it for the "aesthetic" to be edgy and cool

Anyways….i would look so dope on a motorcycle and thats a fact

Baby Liam Series - Part One


Got done early, fam.

Okay, So I guess this will be a series if you want?

Given by anon. Not gonna put it all cuz it’ll spoil it all ;) Just know, baby Liam and daddy Derek <3

This made me really happy while writing.

Rating: Do you really care? There’s cussing, that’s it =)

1710 Words 

You were out hanging with Scott and Stiles, eating at some restaurant near the high school. You were asking normal questions. How is school? Are your grades good? Any new werewolves? Y’know the normal stuff. You stuffed your face with some waffles. Breakfast just seemed like a good idea at the moment, even if it was six at night.

It was nice, until you got a call from the house phone, of course. If someone called from there, it was important. Stiles’ head shot up as he recognized the ringtone of Stewie’s voices yelling mom. Scott looked up slightly before continuing to eat.

“Momma Hale speaking.”

“Y/N, that’s how you answer the phone? Nevermind, you need to come over like right now. It’s like code fucking red.“

Scott’s eyebrows rose at the sound of Derek’s urgent voice.

"Uh, okay, I’ll be there in like five minutes.” You said before he hung up. You sighed and looked up at the boys. “Looks like I’m going to have to leave. Take forty, that should be enough for all this,” you said as you dropped two twenties on the table. “Um, Don’t do drugs, be safe, see you guys later.”

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anonymous asked:

"stay there, i will pick you up"+ zen, he is the one who say it to mc.

  • The entire chat has felt so empty without them all day. Everyone kept asking “Hasn’t MC been online yet? I haven’t talked to them at all today. Are they asleep maybe?”
  • They wouldn’t react to calls either, leaving the RFA members rather worried. Especially since Seven said they must’ve been outside their house since the early morning.
  • Zen couldn’t take it any longer. He urged for Seven to give him the damn address so he could look for them, but of course the hacker would apologetically refuse.
  • He had to do something though. He couldn’t bare sitting still any longer. Even another minute of endless waiting would have him explode, probably.
  • He at least wanted to try and roam around the area. To look for them, but also thinking it could help him get his mind off the concern.
  • After hours of driving around on his bike, however, he’d be unsuccessful in both goals he had set himself.
  • However, attempting to call them once again proved to be successful that time. He’d literally gasp their name in relief when they’d pick up the phone, but would repeat it with more worry than the amount that filled him throughout the entire day as he hears them sob.
  • “What’s wrong? Where are you? Are you okay, are you hurt?” He’d ask so many questions all at once, feeling overwhelmed with them himself and figuring MC would probably too.
  • He could only understand half of the sobbing through which they told him about having a fight with someone close to them or something. Even though what they said sounded so upsetting and having to hear their crying had his heart tear apart, he was just glad to hear from them at all.
  • “Shh, it’s going to be alright, babe. Stay on the phone with me, alright? Can you do that for me? Breathe with me, in and out, slowly.” His voice is filled with such care as he tries to calm them and eventually their sobbing is more quiet and the sniffling more infrequent than before. “Just like that, you’re doing great. It’s going to be just fine.”
  • “Where are you right now?” He’d ask calmly. “I’ll pick you up. Stay right there, okay?”
  • And he would. Incredibly fast, at that. Super hero speed fast. And he’d waste no time getting off his bike and pulling their slumped down figure into his arms right away (if they’re comfortable with that, of course).
  • He’s honestly their knight in shining armor right there, their prince charming, doing anything to protect them and cheer them up.
  • “You must be cold,” he’d say, giving them his coat no matter what they’d say about it, and his helmet as well. He can do without one for once, their security is way more important to him right now. “I’ll bring you to my place.”
  • Usually he’d make a flirtatious remark “Hold onto me tight, babe”, but he knows better than that and understands that it would be more than unasked for in a situation like that. So he just guides them to the motorcycle and helps them hop on it.
  • He drives at a normal speed and maybe, if he knows that it’s something they like and enjoy, he’ll go for an extra round to help them cool down even more.
  • Once they’re at his place, he’ll pamper them to no end. “Is there anything you need? Would you like some dinner? Are you thirsty? I can make some tea. What about a blanket?”
  • He doesn’t even want them to explain what happened, unless they want to tell him, of course. But he’s not going to force them to talk about it. For now the priority is to be there for them and soothe them.

sunsets-and-driveins  asked:

I saw that dad thing you did with Pony where you went into detail about his kids and what not. Could you possibly do one for Dallas? Thank u❤️

- when he heard his wife/girlfriend is pregnant, he’s like “lol bye”
- he’s terrified he’s gonna turn into his father
- he leaves and isn’t around for the whole pregnancy
- but he comes around because not being there is worse than messing up
- so when he hears his wife/girlfriend is giving birth, he goes to the hospital and asks (begs) for a second chance

- he probably has a bunch of kids he doesn’t know about thanks to one night stands

- he will not change diapers
- he’ll feed the kid a bottle
- burping the kid, maybe
- changing clothes isn’t so bad

- he’ll hold his kids to sleep
- like all of his kids grow up sleeping in their daddy’s arms
- he’ll have a kid in his left arm and a cup of coffee in his right hand
- and they love his “man smell” as his oldest daughter describes it
- but his oldest son describes it as smoke

- he doesn’t stop smoking (completely)
- but he won’t smoke in front of the baby
- he also wants the gang and other friends to not smoke in front of his baby
- like if Pone forgot, Dallas would take the cigarette out of his mouth and stamp out the ember

- since he doesn’t wanna become his father, he tries to better himself
- he’ll try to stop smoking and drinking as much
- he stays loyal to his wife/girlfriend
- he isn’t perfect but he tries to set a good example
- he doesn’t want to be like RJ’s dad either so he does play a role in his kids’ lives

- he teaches his kids everything the Motorcycle Boy taught him
- as well as what the Curtises taught him
- he wants his kids to be forgiving because he never could

- his great memory helps him bond with his kids
- he’ll tell them embarrassing stories but also good stories
- stories of how his oldest son’s first word was “fuck” and how Dal’s wife thought it was her husband at first
- and how his youngest daughter hated hugs and kisses from family members and her first steps were to get away from Two-Bit

- if you want my honest opinion, I think fatherhood changes Dallas
- like when he hears those two words, he’s running
- “shit bye!” kinda thing and he probably goes to New York or California to clear his head to just forget
- but he’ll realize that he doesn’t want to make his father’s mistakes and so he goes back
- and he turns out a decent father
- his wife/girlfriend and friends help him but he’s not too bad of a dad
- he’ll help his kids out best he can

- he’s never physically abusive

- I’ve said it eight times and I’ll say it again

- he will not repeat his father’s mistakes

- and he bonds with his kids over anger issues
- he’ll help them cope in healthy ways
- and he’ll try to listen to their problems
- he’s actually like glad that they can open up because he never did

The Motorcycle

Thomas had been waiting all year for his birthday. He was finally turning 21 and his parents promised him something very special for his present. What he was really hoping for was a motorcycle. Every chance he go he would try to place another hint to his parents. He wanted one of those shiny new bikes he would see guys riding up and down the highway on.

“Happy Birthday!” his parents shouted as they led him to the front yard. Sitting in the driveway was a brand new scooter. Thomas’ face instantly dropped. He tried to play it off though.

“Awww thanks mom and dad,” his parents looked so proud of what they bought him. He didn’t have the heart to tell them it’s not what he wanted. He leaned in for a hug and they told him to take it for a spin. ‘Might as well go to school…’ he thought. Thomas ran inside and grabbed his backpack. “I’ll be back later,” he told his parents. The battery shot to life and the loud annoying hum filled his neighborhood. He felt embarrassed just being on the thing.

He was more pissed off that he couldn’t take the highway to school. The stupid thing barely made it up to 40mph and it felt like people were flying past him. He tried to calm himself and remember that it was a gift and he should be grateful. However it still wasn’t fun watching people flick him off for barely even hitting the speed limit.

Thomas finally got to school and kicked out the kick stand. He saw a girl from one of his classes. “Hey Clara,” he called her over. She turned around and gave him a smile. She had such a beautiful way of smiling.

“Hey,” Clara said. “Got a new mode of transportation I see.”

“Yeah… It’s great!” Thomas replied sarcastically. “Scooters are all the rage now.”

“I take it you didn’t want it…”

“I mean…” Thomas tried to correct himself, “It’s not like I don’t appreciate my parents giving me something but it’s just not what I expected. Honestly though it probably is more my speed. I’m not exactly the kind of guy who rides a motorcycle… Eh?” He shrugged his shoulders trying not to seem so ungrateful.

“Really? Why don’t you think you should have a motorcycle?”

“HHAHA! Just look at me,” Thomas showed off his body. He was so skinny he could still show off his bones. It was his metabolism. He’d tried to eat more but nothing would stick to him. Or he’d end up eating too much and throwing up. It wasn’t fun. “I’m way too scrawny to be on one.”

“Really?” She still sounded confused. Thomas would have thought she was mocking him if he didn’t know her better. “I think you look plenty tough. Don’t you work out a lot? I mean those arms have some pretty serious muscle on them. And I know quite a few of the girls like staring at your butt.”

Thomas wanted to blush. Clara was being way too direct. But she wasn’t wrong. Well it felt like she should have been. But she wasn’t. Thomas felt like he was in a foreign body for a second. He checked himself over. Of course he was really buff. He went to the gym all the time. It was like one of his favorite places to be. And he purposely never wore sleeves so he could show off his amazingly round shoulders and his thick arms. He smiled at Clara, “Girls are looking at my butt?”

“Of course they are! It’s so round and firm! Some of the other girls never stop talking about it. But I think you look great on that motorcycle. I don’t know if I could ever ride one. You’re so brave. I’d be afraid of falling off,” Clara pointed to his motorcycle.

Thomas looked behind him confused and then laughed, “Maybe I could take you for a ride some time. I know how to take it nice and slow.”

“Sure you do, big boy,” Clara pointed her finger under his chin, “but not right now. We’ve got to take time to study.”

My Thoughts Arrow 5x20 – Underneath

LOVED the REAL TIME stuff so much!!!


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 - Loved how Felicity continued to show her anger, she has held back too long.

- Little disappointed we didn’t see Oliver help Felicity into the wheelchair

- LOVE that Felicity finally had a throwaway line admitting that she’s rich, could have done with that at the beginning of the season…would have saved A LOT of speculation about the lack of job.

- Loved ALL the I TOLD YOU SOs

- LOVED Oliver trying to explain why he didn’t back her plan

- LOVED Oliver trying to protect Felicity when the motorcycle plan malfunctioned


- Oliver realizing, he doesn’t trust himself, so beautiful and heartbreaking!

- So, glad Dyla are sorted and Lyla pointed out that Diggle always backs Oliver

- Felicity’s full on belief in Oliver in awe inspiring! She understands him better than he understands himself.

- I love that he protects her from the t-sphere blast – OLIVER ALWAYS PROTECTS FELICITY

- You have to let me go – AS IF THAT WAS EVER GOING TO HAPPEN

- The look of desperation on Felicity’s face as she walks to see Oliver after he got of surgery – I doubt she even heard Curtis teasing, she was a woman on a mission

- I LOVE that Felicity had an epiphany about her actions taking her down the wrong path, even only someone would let her in on the fact it had NOTHING to do with Billy and was all about Oliver. I love how she understands Oliver better now but I’m going to need someone to draw a line into how that makes Oliver lying/not trusting to her understandable. Maybe if she said, I understand that he didn’t trust me because you don’t trust yourself…but she seemed to get understand after walking on the dark side.

- Felicity immediately holding Oliver’s hand! Squee!

- Suggesting he figure out what kind of man he is…I guess that leads back to his legacy…

- Finally, William being so stupid around Chase…why?!


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- As I suspected I did not enjoy the flashbacks.

- They actually did more to confuse then to enlighten.

- I think we all knew Olicity broke up because Felicity rightly believed that Oliver did not trust her. William was just another example of him not trusting her.

-The sex felt just as appeasing as the stupid pen proposal in 5x09, except more believable as I really don’t get how she resists him

- I liked the apology for running away but it certainty felt off. I think she could explain why she ran but I don’t think she was in the wrong. But as she had already clarified that the d didn’t trust her, I’ll move on from that but it felt like Felicity was giving Oliver a maybe instead of closing the door.  I’m not ready to talk about this now but maybe later? Just confusing. Which is weird because she’s not a fan of maybes AND as we know in 5x05 she denied she was keeping the door open

- I really don’t get how she could be so devastated about Havenrock in 5a but cheery and bubbly closer to the time of the event. Yes, I’m a little bitter about that.

- Also, they weren’t miles apart the day after, why were they suddenly so far apart in 5a?

So, in the end I’m a happy girl! I thought this episode would bring Olicity closer together by them being honest each other and I got that. I’m just going to ignore all that other nonsense because it’s in the past after all.

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Our Little Secret (Rick x Reader)

Word count: 2,278

Warnings: Cursing.

“Imagine you’re Negan’s adopted daughter, and you’re dating Rick without him knowing.”

(This is a request from @mrsnegan25. I hope y'all enjoy it!)
As sunlight poured into the room, my eyes slowly creaked open. The room was silent except for a light snore coming from behind me. A tired smile graced my lips and I turned to see Rick Grimes, the love of my life, sleeping like a rock. The corners of my lips pulled back in admiration of his peaceful state; rarely did anyone ever see Rick Grimes in peaceful mode. I didn’t want to wake him, but I couldn’t resist brushing my fingers across his stubbly face. He stirred in his sleep and it wasn’t long before his bright blue eyes met mine.

“Good morning,” I greeted warmly, running my fingers through his hair.

“‘Mornin’,” he replied in a deeper voice and with a sleepy half-grin. “Sleep well?”

“Absolutely,” I nodded, slipping my hand down his bare chest. “Best sleep I’ve had in a long while. It was lucky that I could sneak out last night.” He took my hand in his, gently pressing his lips to my knuckles.

“Glad to hear it. What’s your plan today?” He asked, looking hopefully into my eyes.

“Well, I don’t think my dad’s planned to plunder anyone for today,” I joked “As far as I know, I’m free.”

“Really?” He cheekily scooted closer to me. “Well, since you have so much time on your hands,” he suggested slowly as he slid his hand under my shirt, “why don’t we take advantage of it?”

“Can’t argue with that,” I seductively threw back at him. His lips slowly but hungrily melded against mine, but before we could get any further the baby monitor went off. Rick sighed, rolling away from me. “I’ll be back.”

“Hey,” I said softly, putting my hand on his shoulder. “Let me get her. I haven’t seen her in a while, you know.” He smiled at me and nodded with a “thank you.”

I quickly pecked his lips, and went straight to Judith’s room. I had met Rick at the Hilltop whenever one of the returning groups tried to kill Gregory. I was sent to make sure they got the job done, but Rick’s group took care of that. Seeing him covered in another man’s blood didn’t help my first impression of him, but that quickly changed whenever he looked up at me and nonchalantly said, “What?” I couldn’t stop myself from laughing, and he immediately softened up. I had to tell him who I was, but that didn’t change his opinion of me, and the rest is history.

to see her standing in her crib. “Hi, baby girl,” I greeted with a big smile. “Good morning!” She stuck out her arms, wanting me to take her, and I quickly obliged. “Ooh, someone’s getting so big,” I giggled as I placed her on my hip. “Let’s go make breakfast. Daddy needs to get ready.” We made our way into the kitchen, and I started getting the food ready. I set Judith down as I started making the food on the stove so she wouldn’t get burnt. Before I finished, I noticed Michonne walking out of the gates with a rifle. I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering where she was going and what she was doing.

Two strong arms suddenly made their way around my waist, and a stubbly chin rested in the crook of my neck. “Smells good,” Rick murmured. “You didn’t have to do this, y'know.”

“I’m making up for whatever my dad does,” I answered, leaning back on him. He tenderly pressed his lips against my cheek. “Where’s Michonne off to?” I curiously asked.

“Practicing,” he replied, pressing a kiss behind my ear. A cheerful squeal came from behind us, and we looked down to see Judith begging her father to pick her up. “Hey,” he smiled warmly, scooping the little girl into his arms. “How’s my baby?” He asked, kissing her nose and making her giggle, wrapping her little fingers into his curly locks.

My heart fluttered at the sight of them. This was the closest thing I have to a family of my own, but it still hurt to think that they were still under the power of my father. I shook the feeling, and went to the bottom of the stairs to get Carl. “Carl!” I called. “Food’s ready!”

“I could smell it from up here,” he answered, coming down the steps. “Thanks, (Y/n).” He pounded my knuckles as he went straight for a plate.
We sat and ate quietly for a while. I asked how everyone was coping–especially Maggie–and they asked me how Daryl was doing. I knew things weren’t exactly easy for the time being, and I hated telling them the truth about Daryl’s living conditions. I admitted that I sneak him rations at times, which made them seem to feel a little bit better. I told them everything I knew about when they would come to collect and what they wanted. Not one of the Saviors knew about my frequent visits to Alexandria, and I intended to keep it that way.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of trucks and motorcycles coming from the gates. My heart fell as we ran to the window. Sure enough, there stood the silhouette of my father and his beloved Lucille.

“Carl, go take Judith upstairs,” Rick commanded quietly. He quickly obeyed, taking his sister out of sight.

“What’s he doing here so early?!” I whisper-yelled.

“I don’t know,” Rick shook his head. “Luckily, we already have the rations set apart.” He turned to me, placing his hands desperately on my shoulders. “You don’t need to be seen here. You’ll get into a world of trouble if they see you.”

“Rick, "I can’t leave you all here to deal with them by yourselves-”

“It’s okay,” he reassured me. A hint of panic laced his tone. “It’s gonna be fine.”
“You’re shaking,” I sighed, looking down at his quivering hand on my left shoulder.

He scrunched his face in frustration but shook it off and looked straight into my eyes. “It’s gonna be fine. If you can, come back later. Okay?” I sighed, pressing my lips into a firm line and casting my eyes to the ground. “(Y/n),” he pleaded, placing two fingers below my chin.

I looked back up at him, trying to hold back tears, and nodded. “Okay.” Rick pulled me into a tight embrace, kissing the top of my head. We pulled slightly away from each other, and smashed our lips together. I held him as tightly and as long as I could. Seconds later, we released each other, and with once final glance I went to Rick’s room to grab my stuff, and he went to the gate.

As I gathered my things, curiosity got the best of me, and I went straight to the window, watching to see what my dad was planning. Arat had told the troops to “move out,” and my dad was enjoying Rick’s misery which made my blood boil. The Saviors started going through houses and storage areas without hesitation. What puzzled me is that Rick said they’d set aside half of what they had. My dad said he’d take only half. This was totally pushing it. The other problem was getting out of the house. The Saviors were everywhere, and they all know who I am, and would tell my dad in a heartbeat.


With my bag strapped on my back and the hood of my jacket up, I decided I’d make a run for the back when the coast was clear. I didn’t see anyone near the house, and I prepared to run. My plan was cut short by glass breaking and a gunshot and I jumped back into the room, hiding under the bed. I heard Carl’s voice shouting at whoever was trying to raid the house, then Rick’s voice, then my dad’s voice probably shooting his mouth off like he usually does.

My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for it to get quiet again. Once the noise died down, I got up from my hiding place and looked out the door.

The coast was clear.

I held on to my bag, and ran straight out the back door, sneaking my way behind the houses and out of the Saviors’ sights. The hardest part would be the gate. Luckily, it was still open. I slinked my way around the back of the house I was behind, then lit it for the gate. I effortlessly made my escape, and made my way home as quickly as I could.

A pounding on my door made me jump from my bed. I quickly got up and answered it, already knowing who it was: my father, Negan.

Now, he’s not my biological father. My father was bitten in the beginning of the outbreak, so we were left to fend for ourselves. Unfortunately, she was fatally wounded in a hit and run for our supplies by a small group of men. Luckily, she made sure I was hidden and they never found me but I had to watch my mother die and put her down afterwards. For nearly a week, I was on my own living on scraps and minimal amounts of water after those men had taken everything. Then, a miracle happened: Negan, Simon, and two of his men found me there. The two men were intent on raiding the area, raping me, and killing me. In that moment, Negan felt a soft spot for me and told them to back off, then offered to take me in as his own. I owe my life to him; anytime he asks me to go on runs, I am more than willing.

The only problem now was whether or not I could keep Rick and I’s relationship a secret.

“Hiya, (Y/n)!” My dad greeted with a theatrical smile, walking right in. “Whatcha up to?”

“Hey, dad,” I replied. “I’ve just been here all day. What’d you do?”

“Oh, you know, I was just itching to go see those sorry shits down in Alexandria and take our stuff.”

“Early?” I blatantly asked.

“Sorry?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“You said you’d be there in a week, and you usually keep your word. You went back early.”

“So?” He snorted. “They were already prepared. They’re those kind of people.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Turns out, that sick girl didn’t make it.”

“Maggie?” I asked innocently.

“I guess,” he shrugged. “Couldn’t take the stress, and she just keeled over.”

“How awful,” I trailed off. I knew the truth, but I did not want him to find out.

“Tomorrow’s a scavenging day. Are you gonna lead the evening group?” He asked, quickly changing the subject.

“Me? I thought Dwight was your main pick for the scavenging.”

“Awh, Dwight can’t find shit whenever he goes on a run. You on the other hand? You get the mother-load!” He smacked my shoulder in praise. "Makes me proud to be your old man. I knew I saw somethin’ in you when I found you.“

"Thanks dad,” I said gratefully, smiling up at him.

“You’re the best, sweetheart,” he winked, ruffling my hair. “I’ll leave you to whatever you were doin’. Just be ready to go tomorrow evening. Oh, and don’t tell Dwight what I said, okay?”

“It’ll be our little secret,” I agreed, playing along.

"You make me proud, kid.” With a final award-winning smile, he shut the door. I quickly gathered what I needed to go back to Alexandria, and made my way back without being seen.

“Rick?” I called, entering his house. I stopped and looked around, noticing how empty it was. It was almost as if they had just moved in. “Rick, are you here?”

“In here,” he called from his room. I walked through the halls and to his room to find him on the floor setting out blankets like a pallet. He headboard was still in place, but the mattress was gone. “They took our mattresses.”
“I can see that,” I acknowledged, looking apologetically down at him. “What else did they take?”

His focus remained on making the pallet. “Half of our medical supplies, and all of our guns.”

All of them?!” I raged. My nostrils flared in anger. “He promised he’d only take half!”

“(Y/n), it’s fine,” Rick insisted, shaking his head.

“Rick, it isn’t fine! That’s unfair! He’s a man of his word!”

“Carl threatened him and his men with a pistol,” he calmly explained, “so he took our guns and ammo away.”

“He doesn’t do that!” I argued, pacing around the room. “You know what? I’ll make him promise! Yeah! I’ll go back there and make him keep to his word!” Tears pricked my eyes as Rick stood up and made his way toward me. I turned my back to him, continuing to rant. “After all, I am his daughter. He’ll listen to me! He wouldn’t go back on his word if I were involved!”

“(Y/n),” Rick sternly grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face him. I leaned back a bit so I could look straight into his eyes. “You can’t. He’ll figure it out somehow, and we’ll be in far more danger than before.” A sob escaped my lips as I buried my head in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Rick,” I bawled. “I’m so, so sorry. You people don’t deserve to live like this. It’s unfair!”

“It may be, but you know what?” He gently grabbed my chin, looking me dead in the eyes. “We’ll survive. We’ve made it this far, and we’re not giving up now.”

“I still wanna help,” I offered with a watery smile. “I can brings few things for you guys whenever you need them.”

“Of course,” he agreed, nodding his head. “But we can get through this, all right?”

“I know you can.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, then dipped down to capture my lips with his. I ran my fingers through his curly locks as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. After a while, we pulled away and pressed out foreheads together. “Tell me what I need I do,” I whispered.

“Stay with me tonight,” he softly answered. “It’ll be our little secret.”

I quietly giggled, pecking his nose. “Okay.”

I do love my dad, but sometimes he takes things a little too far. With the Alexandrians, he’s definitely gone overboard. It hurt my heart to think that my own people–whom I don’t wish to claim at this point–would hurt these people that have come into my life and that I have ended up loving and caring for dearly. Without another word, Rick and I got under the blankets. His strong arms wrapped around my waist, and his nose pressed against the back of my neck. It didn’t take long before we both drifted off to sleep.
I loved this request idea! Thanks again to the person who sent this in! If you have a request, don’t be afraid to send them in!

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This Is It (Negan/Group x Reader)

Just Say It (Negan/Daryl x Reader)

Breathe (Negan/Group x Reader)

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Close your eyes

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by:

“Can I have 39. Close your eyes now baby. Where the reader was taken hostage by someone bad guys trying to get Jason. When Jason find the reader tied to a chair and beat up he tells her to close her eyes why’ll he fights the bad guys. […]
Just something really sad and fluffy!! […]”

Warnings: violence, angst


You thought it was possible to separate your and Jason’s relationship from him being some sort of anti hero at night.
It seemed possible. No one knew who he was under the helmet, right? Wrong.

Another fist hit your face, making the chair you were tied to fall over.
Your (Y/H/C) hair was sticking to your cheeks, because of the tears that fell from your eyes and the blood running down from the wound over your eyebrow.
The chair and you were picked up once again and Black Mask grabbed your chin tightly, pulling the tape off your mouth.

“You think she will like it?” Jason looked at Roy as they left the travel agency with flight tickets to London. “She has never left Gotham.”

“Don’t worry, Jaybird. You’re gonna be boyfriend of the year,” Roy patted his friend’s shoulder. “And friend of the year if you bring me one of those waving Queens.”

“Sure,” Jason rolled his eyes and gave Roy the envelope, because his phone rang. “It’s her,” he smiled. Roy had never seen Jason smile as often as he did since he met you before. “Hey, baby,” he answered the call.

You were looking up at Black Mask who was holding the phone which was on speaker.
He told you to say hello before he dialled Jason’s number, but there was nothing leaving your lips.

Black Mask growled and slapped you, “‘baby’ doesn’t want to talk.”

Jason’s muscles tensed. His heart beat faster as ever.

“Before my men beat her up she was such a pretty thing.
I might just keep her after I killed you.”

Jason could hear you sobbing in the background and it broke his heart like nothing ever did. “I swear to God, Black Mask, if–”

“Nah, nah, nah! I think you’re not in the position to threaten.
And now find us so I can put a bullet between your eyes. And the longer you need, the more fun I will have with (Y/N),” he demanded before he hang up and left the room.

“Jason, what happened?” Roy frowned. “Hey, breath!” He laid his hands on both of Jason’s shoulder as he seemed to forget how breathing worked. “Don’t panic!”

“Black Mask has (Y/N),” the former Robin whispered. He felt sick, like throwing up.
This was his fault, only his fault.

“Shit,” Roy’s eyes widened. They started to run back to their house. Roy located your phone while Jason armed up.
His hands were shaking the whole time.
This was his fault.

“A warehouse near the harbour. I think we should ask Dick or Tim or even Batman for help, man.”

“I got this,” Jason hissed. “My fault. I need to save her,” he jumped onto his motorcycle and drove to the locations Roy gave him.
Jason should have thought about a better plan, an actual plan, but right now he was ruled by irrational emotions.
He got into the building, trying to stay unnoticed as he searched for you.
His mind was facing.
What did they do to you? Were you still conscious? Would you hate him because of this?
Was he strong enough to see what they did to you?

He opened the door to a room and there you sat tied to a chair, your head hang low.
There were no guards. It was a trap, but Jason’s shaking legs were already carrying him forward.

You flinched as you heard footsteps coming towards you, but as soon as the familiar sound of his helmet falling to the ground hit your ears you relaxed.
He kneeled down in front of you, cupping your cheeks, stroking your hair out of your face.
Tears shot into your eyes as you looked at his.

“I’m… I… I’m here now, baby,” he whispered, stroking over your cheeks with his thumbs.
The pain he was feeling by just looking at you all beaten up was unbearable. He pulled the tape carefully from your lips.

“Jason,” your voice was empty, barely there. You sobbed.

“Shh,” he laid his forehead against yours, trying to stop you from losing it complete. “I’m here now, (Y/N).”

A gun clicked. “This is so heart warming. Get up!” Black Mask ordered.

Jason’s hands rested on your cheeks, his thumbs tenderly rubbing your temples, “close your eyes now, baby. I don’t want you to see this.”

You were staring at him for a moment then did as he said, trusting him like nobody else. Your nails dug into the wood of your chair, your heart raced and your eyes were squeezed shut.

You winced as guns were fired and the sound of fighting filled the room. Screams, groans, running.
You were too scared to open your eyes. What if Jason laid right at your feet in a pile of blood? That would be the worst possible thing to happen.
You jumped as the sound of a blade being pulled rang in your ear, but as soon as you felt strong hands pick you up you relaxed and opened your eyes.

Jason kissed the top of your head as he carried you outside, stepping over lifeless bodys, “this is my fault.”

You shook your head.

“I… I will never let something like this happen to you again. I… I love you, (Y/N), so much… l.. I’m so sorry.”

As you looked up at him you saw tears running down his cheeks.

Welcome (Baron Corbin x Reader)

Originally posted by wwevanessa

A/N: This probably sounded better in my head but i hope you enjoy and as always feel free to leave comments,questions concerns and requests

Warnings:None, I don’t think. Fluff??

Summary: Thomas (Baron Corbin) and his girlfriend are at the hospital awaiting the arrival of their newest family member and end up telling their fondest moments of their relationship.

“How are you feeling?” Thomas, my boyfriend of many years and the soon to be father of my- our first child, asked for what seemed like the billionth time that day. To be fair I have been in labor for the past 13 most excruciating hours of my life and I knew that he was just worried and nervous but if he asked me that question one more time I was going to body slam him.  
“oh ya know, just tired, back hurts, ankles were swollen, your child doesn’t want to make an appearance yet and I’m pretty sure that they’re going to cut me off of epidural so never better.” I coldly replied trying to get comfortable, something telling me that this child wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.
“Ok, I get that you’re in pain so I’m going to ignore your attitude. But hey let’s try and take your mind off of things.” He said grabbing the hospital chair that was in the corner and rolling it over to the bed, right in front of me and grabbing my hand ever so lightly while he sat down and stared at me.  
Before I even had a chance to answer him he was already talking. “Do you remember the first time we met? God, we need to come up with a better story if we ever tell our child,” he said laughing as I tried to remember that day.
- Flashback -
“I promise you you’ll have fun” My best friend/Cousin, Jay, said as he dragged me along to a small bar somewhere in Kansas.  We had come down here on our way back to Washington. Jay had called up some of his friends that lived in the area and since I didn’t know anyone here and wanted some drinks I agreed to tag along.
“JAY!!” I heard people yell as soon as we walked into the bar, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that those were probably his friends. We made our way over to the group of giants-men, I meant men. To this day I could only remember about two names from the six that were introduced to me that night. “ Hey, have you noticed that guy staring at you the whole night?” One of Jay’s friend asked me as we finished our third bottle of beer; looking over I saw one of the guys I was introduced to that night. I couldn’t deny that he was handsome but after this night I’d probably never remember his name and he mine. Deciding to ignore the guy I went to sit at one of the open booths and started my fourth and final beer. After a while, I got bored and scanned the room looking for Jay instead my eyes met with the guy that was looking at me from earlier, what was his name? Tony? Tyler? Well, whatever it was I saw him going down the stairs, his eyes never leaving mine and out of nowhere he falls. I tried everything in my power not to laugh but alas I did. The three and a half bottles of beer probably didn’t help but after settling down and wiping away the tears that formed I tried looking for the poor guy only to see him making a B-line for the bar. Darn, I was really hoping to talk to him. After and hour or so my wish came true and the man slid into the other side of the booth. “Hi, I’m Thomas. I’m an offensive lineman for the Arizona Cardinals, ” he said introducing himself. “Was you being an NFL offensive lineman supposed to impress me?” I asked finishing up my drink. “Guess that didn’t work?” He asked causing him and myself to chuckle. “You did a better job impressing me with that fall then you did by introducing yourself as an NFL player.” I replied “I was really hoping you didn’t witness that. But since my occupation didn’t impress you, let me start over. Hi, Im Thomas. I like Tattoos, motorcycles, Metal bands and animals. ” “Better. I’m Y/N, I like any sort of music except country and jazz, I like tattoos as well, even though I only have like three, I like hiking and I love animals.” I said introducing myself to him. That conversation lasted all night, full of laughter and embarrassing stories. When I told him that I was leaving the next day we decided to trade numbers and keep in touch.
-Flashback over-
“Who would’ve known that you would come tumbling into my life?” I said jokingly causing him to shake his head and laugh. “Who would’ve known that here we’d be, almost six years later together and expecting our kid?” He replied kissing my temple.
“Do you remember the day you found out that you were going to be a father?” I asked him only to get a nod in return.
-Flash back to six months ago-
I had planned everything out. From the second that he’d walk into out house to the second, he found the little surprise.
Making sure that everything was set I made my way to the top of the stairs and made sure I had a perfect view of ground below. I heard the keys jiggle causing my stomach to do flips. Of course, I was nervous but I was also excited. I spent all day running around town to pick up Booties, paint and a pregnancy test along with the ultrasound picture that I had asked for two weeks ago.
I bought pink and blue paint and decided to paint the side of my closed fist either color and make little footprints leading from the front door to the middle of our living room where I had already put a pair of pink and blue booties on the glass coffee table. In the middle, I put the ultrasound that confirmed that I was, in fact, three months pregnant, and right on top of the ultrasound I put the positive pregnancy test.
I watched as a confused Thomas followed the paint on the white tiles until it came to a stop at the coffee table where he picked up the booties, setting them down and then picking up the test only for it to click in his head. He carefully sat down on the couch that was right next to the coffee table, before picking up the ultrasound. “I can’t believe it.” I heard him mutter as he studied the picture right in front of him as I made my way downstairs. “Surprise?” I said as I reached him, not really knowing how he feels about the news. “Is this real?” He asked, his eyes finally meeting mine. I only nodded, still unsure of how to act. “How long have you known?” He asked standing up. “Two weeks.” “How far along?” he asked “Three months,” I said. slowly trying to make my way over to him. But before I could even take a step he already as me pressed to his chest, Kissing the top of my head, my cheeks, my lips and finally my belly. “You’re not upset?” I asked looking up at him. “Surprised and excited yes. Upset? Never. You’re giving me one of the greatest things I could ever ask for. ” He said kissing me again.
“I have to tell someone about this!” he said excitedly reaching for his phone. Probably calling Corey or his mom. “Oh god, where are we going to put him?” He suddenly said trying to figure everything out at once. “I already moved the things from the extra room into the garage and already started looking for baby things,” I said reassuring him.
-Flashback over-
“I can’t wait to meet her,” Thomas said rubbing circles on my tummy. “What makes you think it’s her?” I asked laughing. “Something tells me it’s going to be a girl.” He said as a nurse came into the room. “Ms.Y/LN just wanted to check to see if you’ve made any progress since last time.” She said checking to see how dilated I am. “Congrats mama. It’s time to start pushing” She said causing relief to coarse through my body before being replaced by fear. She left to go get the doctor and whoever else she might need. “Oh god, what if I can’t do this?” I asked Thomas, squeezing his hand. “Hey, You’re going to be fine. I’ll be right by your side the whole time. You have me. But right now you just have to focus on bringing our child into the world.” He said followed by a kiss and a reassuring squeeze to my hand.

“Congratulations. You’ve brought a beautiful baby boy into this world.” Dr.Willson said as he handed my crying son to one of the nurses in order to clean him and do whatever else was necessary before finally placing him in my arms. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for giving me this amazing gift. I haven’t even held him yet but I’m already in love and I promise to put both of you before anything else, protect you guys no matter what and show you, my unconditional love.” Thomas said wiping my tears away. “What’s his name?” The nurse asked writing things down on her notepad. “Thomas Jackson Pestock ” Both Thomas and I replied.