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She Is Mine (Part 2) - Carl Grimes & Negan Imagine

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requests: when you get the chance could you maybe write a Carl imagine taking place back at negans sanctuary and one of negans wife catches his eye (she’s around the same age as Carl) and negan is yelling at her about something and Carl gets pissed and glares at him and yeah you can think of an ending? sorry. Thank you

can you make a part 2? or something similar to this? 

pairing: carl x reader

a/n: this is so cheesy and dumb i hate myself but S7B PREMIERE WAS SO GOOD I ALREADY LOVE THE FEEL OF THIS NEW PART OF S7

word count: 1,237

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers @raveneyedfreak 


After Negan brought that boy back to the sanctuary with him, he wasn’t the same. He seemed more caring towards you, and only you. It made you uncomfortable, of course, but you didn’t mind the special treatment one bit. You were thankful for that boy lighting a fire under Negan, but you were no longer used to his presence… You wanted to see that boy again. 

You weren’t sure how old you were, but you could have only been a kid. You were young when the world went to shit, and you figured you were roughly the same age as the boy who had come into the Sanctuary that one day. As little as you knew about him, you hoped he would come back. 

“Do you need anything?” Negan asked you. You shook your head, continuing reading the book you had found. “Do you want anything?” You smiled a little and shook your head again. 

“I’m okay. Thanks, though.” Negan had suddenly taken an interest in you like never before. He was always asking you if you wanted anything, or if he could do anything for you. At first, it was nice, but after a while, it became repetitive. You weren’t needy. He knew that, but he was always checking in with you. 

Negan took a seat on the couch beside you, sitting further away from you than usual. You marked your page and set the book on your lap, giving him your full attention. “Something wrong?” 

Negan pursed his lips and shifted in his seat uncomfortably, readjusting his shoulders. He seemed out of his zone. “I know you don’t think I notice everything, but I do.” You raised one of your eyebrows inquisitively at him. 

“You don’t have to stay here anymore. With me.” You searched his facial expression for any sign that he was screwing with you. That would be cruel, but you wouldn’t put it past him. “You don’t have to be my wife anymore.” 

You didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t want to anger him by seeming joyful, but you didn’t want to seem upset and make him think you wanted to stay. 

“Thank you,” you muttered quietly. You got up off the couch and walked to your room, beginning to change into your old clothes that you hadn’t worn in ages. The shirt was a little too small for you. You had been so skinny when you didn’t always have access to food, but Negan fed you well, and you admittedly had gained some weight since becoming one of his wives. 

Anyway, you pulled the shirt over your head and changed into an old pair of jeans. You sighed with content when you sat down and slipped out of the uncomfortable high heels, replacing them with your beat up sneakers. You finally felt like yourself again. 

You were laying on your bed when a few knocks on your door startled you. You opened the door, and Negan was waiting outside your room. “Okay, now that the sappy shit is over, I gotta make one thing straight. You work for me now. You don’t get to just mooch off me anymore-” 

“I want to be a Savior,” you interrupted. Negan’s eyes widened. “I used to scavenge with my old group. I was little, but I could shoot, and I was pretty good with a knife. I bet I lost some of my skills since coming here, but I could relearn them.” Negan remained quiet, still seemingly in shock. 

“I want to be a Savior,” you repeated. 

Negan sighed, then nodded. “Alright, then. Be ready to leave at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow morning.” 

You slept better than you had in months that night. You weren’t scared of being out on the road. You weren’t nervous of making a fool out of yourself. You weren’t worried about what the other Saviors would think. You wanted to be one of them, and you had to do what it took to become one. 

The next morning, Negan treated you to breakfast–no points needed. He claimed you would need time to rack up enough points to begin taking care of yourself, so he would cut you some slack for a few days. You were really shocked at how generous and kind he had been since that boy left the Sanctuary. Maybe if he was always like that before, you wouldn’t have hated being married to him. 

After breakfast, there was no special treatment for you. You became just another one of the Saviors to Negan, but to the Saviors, you were something else. You could feel their eyes on you as you sat in the back of one of the trucks with your legs dangling over the edge. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, so you enjoyed the view of the woods from the gravel road. 

The truck slowed to a stop, and you hopped off. You were met with a gigantic wall made of metal and a gate of wire and tarps. It was impressive, to say the least. It really made you wonder what Negan did to make people with such skill surrender to him. 

You gathered around Negan, awaiting your instructions. He directed everyone on where to go but you. You waited until everyone left, then approached him annoyedly. 

“Forget someone?” you asked, crossing your arms. 

Negan shook his head at the ground. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to break a nail, doll. Now, would we?” 

You scoffed at him as he walked away. What a dick

You weren’t going to let him get the best of you, though. If he wasn’t going to give you a job, you would make one. You wandered through the gate, pretending like you knew what you were doing. The inside of the community, however, distracted you more than you were prepared for. 

The houses all looked like they had been copied and pasted out of catalogues, with color schemes and potted plants on the porches to match. There was no trace of the new world anywhere. You knew that place had been taken care of since the beginning. Someone was dedicated to keeping it alive, and that gave you a rush of hope. 

As you scoped out the town, someone caught your eye. The boy from the Sanctuary was standing a few yards ahead of you, looking right back at you. You began to walk towards him. gradually increasing your speed. 

“I thought you were one of his wives,” the boy said calmly. He didn’t seem to have any sort of facial expression, but maybe you were just too overcome with reality that you couldn’t notice. 

“I saw you there. I thought you were from the Sanctuary,” you said, unsure of what point you were trying to make. 

He shook his head, his long hair covering his gauze-clothed eye. “I broke in to try and kill Negan.” 

Your breathing quickened at the bluntness of the kid in front of you. People your age weren’t supposed to kill people. At least, they weren’t supposed to go out on hunts like that. You had killed a bad guy or two, but it was always out of self-defense, or if they were coming after someone from your group. 

You felt an undeniable connection to him. You were no longer Negan’s, and you had little to no self-control. Without knowing, you felt like you were slowly becoming his. 

Originally posted by accio-villain-imagines

anonymous asked:

Your headcanons are so good I could read your Fenrys ones all day!!

You know what friend, for this I’m going to give you some more:

-Fenrys is actually a FANTASTIC singer, but he doesn’t sing around people at ALL if he can help it

-one day Aelin walks past his room and hears him BELTING LIKE A GOD WHILE HE SHOWERS AND SHE BUSTS UP IN THERE, FLINGS OPEN THE SHOWER CURTAIN (to which he screams like a girl), AND DEMANDS WHY HE NEVER TOLD HER HE COULD SING

-he gives her voice lessons and she teaches him piano but always in secret

-Fenrys is the fastest runner of the cadre and it annoys all of the others to no end because he never lets them forget it

-So whenever someone comes to visit the castle to see Aelin and Rowan, it’s Fenrys’s job to basically brief them on how to act in the Queen and King’s presence and he scares the SHIT OUT OF SOME PEOPLE - “okay so make sure when you kneel you’re at an exactly 90 degree angle and your head is at 45 degrees because if you don’t she’ll light your insides on fire. OH and make sure to say ‘Your Queen Highness Majesty’ in that order and if you mess it up the King may or may not spontaneously combust and then I’ll have to marry the Queen upon his death and we’ll have very beautiful children and… you know what… actually, call her whatever you want.”

-GOOD! WITH! KIDS! Anytime someone visits the castle and has kids, Fenrys automatically becomes the fun babysitter if he doesn’t have to be in the meetings himself. After Rowaelin have kids, it’s a normal sight to see Fenrys running through the castle with their kid on his shoulders while they both laugh in delight

-side note, when Fenrys first got to hold Rowaelin’s daughter he sobbed and promised to protect them with his life - so did the rest of the cadre of course, but no one had ever seen Fenrys so serious or emotional before

Shit, I’m excited to write this. Based on a prompt from this post.

Jeremy hates patrolling during winter. Because he’s more sensitive to the cold, he has to exert more energy tapping into the heat from his fire abilities to keep himself from freezing to death. He finds himself yearning to trade places with Goranski, who thrives during the winter season thanks to his ice abilities. But, when summer rolls back around and Rich is hiding in doors glued to an AC unit, Jeremy forgets his difficulties in winter as he runs through the streets with the heat dancing around him.

A sharp breeze whips past, brushing his hair to the side, and Jeremy shivers hard and wraps his arms around his trembling frame. “Damn,” he breathes out, scanning the streets for any sign of trouble. He’s not even sure why he’s out today. Things are typically quiet in New Jersey during the winter season because no one wants to leave the warmth of their houses.

Jeremy’s just mid-thought on how he wishes he were curled up under multiple blankets in front of a fire when his comm chirps in his ear and Rich’s loud voice bleeds through.

“Heere! Get your ass down to the river! We’ve got trouble!”

Jeremy’s already pushing into a sprint toward the river, eyes scanning wildly for trouble. “What’s up?” He asks, voice slightly breathless as his arms pump hard at his sides.

“Wind bastard from the city over. He’s got someone from our school. Can’t think of the dude’s name. Michael…. Tell? Bell?”

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anonymous asked:

Ohhhh what adventurous sex scene are you referring to?

Ohhhhh, this one:


It was late when we went to bed, after a convivial evening that ended with Fergus singing the prostitute’s ballad in its lengthy entirety to general applause, Jamie and German beating time on the table with their hands. 

Jamie lay back against the pillow, hands crossed behind his head, chuckling to himself now and then as bits of the song came back to him. It was cold enough that the windowpanes were misted with our breath, but he wore no nightshirt, and I admired the sight of him as I sat brushing my hair. 

He had recovered well from the snakebite, but was still thinner than usual, so that the graceful arch of his collarbone was visible, and the long muscles of his arms roped from bone to bone, distinct beneath his skin. The skin of his chest was bronze where his shirt usually lay open, but the tender skin on the underside of his arms was white as milk, a tracery of blue veins showing. The light shadowed the prominent bones of his face and glimmered from his hair, cinnamon and amber where it lay across his shoulders, dark auburn and red-gold where it dusted his bared body. 

“The candlelight becomes ye, Sassenach,” he said, smiling, and I saw that he was watching me, blue eyes the color of bottomless ocean. 

“I was just thinking the same of you,” I said, standing up and putting aside my brush. My hair floated in a cloud round my shoulders, clean, soft, and shining. It smelled of marigolds and sunflowers and so did my skin. Bathing and shampooing in winter was a major undertaking, but I had been determined not to go to bed smelling of pig shit. 

“Let it burn, then,” he said, reaching out to stop me as I bent to blow the candle out. His hand curled round my wrist, urging me toward him. 

“Come to bed, and let me watch ye. I like the way the light moves in your eyes; like whisky, when ye pour it on a haggis, and then set it on fire.” 

“How poetic,” I murmured, but made no demur as he made room for me, pulled loose the drawstring of my shift, and slipped it off me. The air of the room was cold enough to make my nipples draw up tight, but the skin of his chest was delightfully warm on my breasts as he gathered me into him, sighing with pleasure. 

“It’s Fergus’s song inspiring me, I expect,” he said, cupping one of my breasts in his hand and weighing it with a nice balance between admiration and appraisal. “God, ye’ve the loveliest breasts. Ye recall that one verse, where he says the lady’s tits were so enormous, she could wrap them round his ears? Yours aren’t so big as that, of course, but d’ye think ye maybe could wrap them round—” 

“I don’t think they need to be enormous to do that,” I assured him. “Move up. Besides, I don’t believe it’s actually wrapping round, so much as it is squashing together, and they’re certainly large enough for … see?” 

“Oh,” he said, sounding deeply gratified and a little breathless. “Aye, ye’re right. That’s … oh, that looks verra beautiful, Sassenach—at least from here.” 

“It looks very interesting from here, too,” I assured him, trying neither to laugh nor go cross-eyed. “Which one of us moves, do you think?” 

“Me, for now. I’m no chafing ye, Sassenach?” he inquired. 

“Well, just a bit. Wait, though—” I reached out a hand, feeling blindly over the table by the bed. I got hold of the little pot of creamy almond ointment I used for hand lotion, flicked the lid off, and dug a finger into it. 

“Yes, that’s much better,” I said. “Isn’t it?” 

“Oh. Oh. Aye.” 

“And then there’s that other verse, isn’t there?” I said thoughtfully, letting go for a moment, and drawing a slippery finger slowly round the curve of his buttock. “About what the prostitute did to the choirboy?” 

“Oh, Christ!” 

“Yes, that’s what he said. According to the song.”

I need to know (you) [BTS Smut/angst?]

Originally posted by jinmini

PART 1

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COUNT → 5408

GENRE → Smut/Angst/Fluff

PAIRING → Taehyung/Jimin

SUMMARY:   Taehyung heard his best friend masturbating and now he can’t stop thinking about him. He feels that something just woke inside of him, but don’t know how to express it. He just know that Jimin is responsible, because now he can’t stop thinking about kissing him. But that is a normal thought to have, right?

N/A: Basically Taehyung realizes he’s in love with Jimin but don’t know how to cope with that.


A noise woke Taehyung up.

Tae was confused because he never woke up unless someone was waking him up, and by waking him up he meant someone screaming at his ear for fifteen seconds straight. So of course he was confused. It was still night, if the darkness of the room was any indicator, and no one was asking him to wake if the lack of screams were a pointer too. So Taehyung was confused, to say the least.

Then he heard the noise again.

It was low, almost imperceptible. But it was there. Like a grunt, joined by a noise Taehyung couldn’t interpret although he knew he must’ve heard it somewhere else. His brain was still trying to function and the only way he could describe it was wet. It was a wet noise.

If only he had been more awake he could’ve avoided all the events that followed that night. But no, his brain was still half asleep and his curiosity got the best of him. Carefully he turned his head towards the sound and what he saw woke him completely.

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anonymous asked:

Tony/Pepper/Rhodey role reversal AU (ie: Rhodey as CEO/Iron Man, Tony as his assistant, Pepper as the best friend/military liaison, or Pepper as CEO/Iron Man, Rhodey as the assistant, Tony as best friend/military liaison)

(I didn’t make Tony the assistant because that doesn’t make much sense for his character–he has no skills in that area. He is, however, Rhodey’s employee. Also, I struggled with this a lot, but I ended up on potential secret poly relationship. Sorry not sorry. I don’t know how this world works or why–I didn’t think it through that thoroughly).

“Look, Rhodes, I appreciate the call, but I can’t keep coming out here for every little thing, and–”

“You’ll want to see this,” Rhodey interrupts Pepper. Colonel Potts, technically, while she’s working. “Trust me. Follow me down.”

She follows him into the elevator, then watches with detachment while he swipes his key card to get it to take him to the lab in the basement, where they stuck Tony years ago so the minor explosions wouldn’t bug anyone and it’d be a little more secured to prevent the theft of his ideas.

“You work on this one?” Pepper asks.

“Me and Stark,” Rhodey says. “Look, what I’m about to show you–it’s not done yet.”

“So why show me?”

“Because we’re going to need pre-emptive action now,” Rhodey says.

The door slides open before she can ask more questions, and Rhodey swipes through a set of double doors, then another immediately after, meant to theoretically contain a fire or toxic chemical spill.

They also helpfully contain the noise from Tony’s lab, which is in full force once they open the second door.

Tony turns when he hears them. “Hey!” He says. “Didn’t expect you so soon.”

“It’s four, Stark,” Rhodey says patiently.

“Shit, is it? I’ve been elbow-deep in computer code all day, how am I to know, seriously–”

“Does your computer not tell time?” Pepper asks.

Tony turns to her. “Colonel! Light of my life, come to grace us with your presence?”

“Mr. Rhodes says you have something to show me.”

Tony looks at Rhodey, who gives him the nod. So Tony pushes a button in the desk, and the floor opens up. A hydraulic platform raises, revealing the suit.

Pepper’s quick. “Holy God,” she murmurs. “Is this…?”

“The most advanced weapons system on this planet,” Tony nods. “Nothing big.”

It’s a marvel, is what it is. A fully articulated suit, advanced weapons and flight capabilities. Just waiting for a pilot.

“This is what you wanted to show me?” Pepper asks.

Rhodey nods. “It’s not done yet. But we’re going to start negotiating now.”

Pepper tears her eyes away. “What do you want?”

“There’s only ever gonna be one of these,” Tony says. “You have no idea what this costs to build.”

“We’ll pay for it.”

“Five hundred million dollars. Not counting my labor.”

Pepper swallows. “Okay.”

“Plus, the systems are one of a kind. We can’t risk them getting into the wrong hands. Which leads us to the next part. It’ll only work for one pilot.”

“Who?”

“Me,” Rhodey says. “The deal is, the military gets this, but only with me inside of it.”

Pepper stares at the suit again. “We should…negotiate terms,” she says.

Rhodey nods. “Good idea. Over dinner?”

“Should I make the reservation?” Tony asks.

Rhodey smiles. “You know what I like.”

Tony dials, and Rhodey goes to look over the code Tony wrote today while Pepper still stares at the suit, in apparent awe over the silver marvel before her.

I’m Not Afraid of You_ El Diablo x Reader

Anon bunny asked:  What if Diablo accidentally burns the reader in their sleep and he starts distancing himself. So the reader has to convince him that it’s okay and comfort him.

Jenn’s note: Yay! The first story that is ADD med free! Sorry it took a little longer. Hope you like it. I got a long ass flight tomorrow to do the next one.

Word Count: 584

Warning: Burns and Suicide Squad Spoilers

Disclaimer: All mentioned characters belong to DC gif not mine.

Originally posted by jesusomaiorpsicologoquejaexistiu

Originally posted by qothams

Smoke…? Shit, fire!

Panic snapped away any drowsiness when your, sleeping, boyfriend had lit himself on fire. Instinctively you grabbed the bucket of water by the bed and doused him.

“Shit!” He sputtered

“Chato.” You whispered, pulling him into your arms. He was sopping wet and shaking. “Shhh…Shhh… You’re okay.” You cooed

He nodded into the crook of your neck. “Thank you amor, Sorry about the bed.”

“Come on, hun. Don’t pull that tough crap with me.”

“No, no. I’m good.” He said, pulling away to look at you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Now that all the excitement from almost lighting the house on fire was over, you began to register the sharp stinging on your arm. You grimaced and Chato noticed immediately.

“Mi amor?” he visibly stiffened when he caught sight of the angry red skin in the dim light.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Go to the spare bed, I’ll be there in a minute.” And he almost did, but he chose instead to take you to the bathroom and help you carefully dress the burn. Afterwards you pulled him to the spare bedroom. Your drowsiness kicked in as soon as your head hit the pillow but, unknown to you, Cato stayed awake. With his back to you he stared at the wall until the sun rose.

Over the next week Chato distanced himself from you and treating you like glass when he did interact with you. You let him get away with it for a little bit, that was, until it got to the point where he didn’t sleep. He refused to sleep when the both of you were in the same bed. Even with his tattoos you could see the bags forming under his eyes.

“Chato?” you asked

“Hmm?”

“Please stop pushing me away.”

He sighed, turning to face you. “Carino…”

“No, listen. I know you’re upset over what happened last week. I can tell you aren’t sleeping when I’m in the bed and you barely speak to me.”

“I hurt you.”

“So? I trust you, why can’t you seem to trust yourself?” You asked, voice rising.

“What if…” he sighed “What if next time I don’t just burn your arm? What if I kill you mi reina!?”

“I’m not afraid of you!”

“Well maybe you should be!” He yelled back.

You shook your head, walking forward until you were less than a foot apart. His eyes were glued to the floor to avoid looking you in the eyes. He flinched when you took both of his hot hands in your own but he didn’t pull away. You placed both of his hands on your cheeks and held them there with your smaller ones. “Chato, look at me.” He did, but he looked scared. Like you were the most beautiful fragile thing that would break if he so muck as looked at you the wrong way. “This is how much I trust you. I love you so damn much and I know you would never hurt me on purpose. So, you’re not going to argue when I make us tea and then put on some corny movie that you will fall asleep ten minutes into with your head on my lap.”

“Y/N…”

“Ah, ah, ah. What did I say? No arguing. Now come here.” You said pulling him into your arms for a chaste kiss. His warm hands on your hips placed hesitantly on your hips were comforting while your colder ones laced themselves around his neck. “So, Ghostbusters or Footloose?”

Slutet!

my thoughts on 5x12

Okay so it’s been a rough time since last night. I went to bed after midnight and wind woke me up around 2:30am and I was unable to fall back asleep until about 5:30, but then I had to wake up at 7 to get kids ready for school. So I’m functioning on a sleep deficit. And it’s still windy which is making my house shake and Temple of Doom is on my TV and this all feels Very Appropriate

So let’s do this thing. 

  • Susan still bugs the crap out of me and if I hadn’t been just plain happy to see Lance back on my screen, I would have been THRILLED at him interrupting her and Oliver’s “we haven’t had sex yet” talk.
  • honestly, if i’d been on the ball, I would have recognized that as foreshadowing but I DIDN’T, I was too busy being horrified at the mention of it. I’m a naive viewer, folks. 
  • It was so bad. 
  • But the team is going back to Russia! 
  • Oliver gives Felicity his Token Protest when she says she’s going with, but she actually has a very good reason to want to go. In fact, I’d say out of all of them, Dig and Felicity have the most reason to be there. Dinah has the least. But she was actually helpful last night so I give her a pass. 
  • Great, now I want Dinah and Felicity in the field together. Maybe Thea too, once we get her back in her proper place. (THE BUNKER)
  • ANYHOW, where was I?
  • Russia should be snowier this time of year, don’t you think? It’s gonna be hilarious in a few months when it’s full on spring and there’s snow all over Star City. Sometimes Van City weather cooperates and sometimes we get this year’s weird ass weather. 
  • The Quentin and Rene scenes are awesome and I’m really starting to like Rene a lot more. I’m actually looking forward to his story next week.
  • Felicity going dark is the hottest thing. I was so riveted to the screen when she was threatening that poor SOB. I’m as straight as they come but for a minute there I was all “do me, Dark Felicity!”
  • The PERFECT parallel between her threatening that guy and Oliver threatening the guy in 2x06 is literally giving me life rn. 
  • Felicity is doing the same shit Oliver did in s1 and 2 and that means that HE is the one who can help her find her light again. YAS YAS YAS. 
  • Omg this reunion is gonna be amaze. 
  • ANYHOW yes where was I? OH YES. DIG. Dig was on fire tonight but unlike our dear Felicity, he actually found himself again. Which I think is great cuz he’ll be better at seeing Felicity needs an intervention than Oliver will be, at least initially. 
  • Oliver is 50 kinds of distracted. 
  • SLEEPING WITH FOX NEWS THO???? GAH. 
  • It’s okay. It’s fine. I’m over it. It’s terrible but I’ll live. 
  • Here’s the thing, knowing the whys and getting the story beat and being mostly okay doesn’t mean I like SEEING it. 
  • And I really fucking hate seeing it. 
  • But 90 seconds out of an otherwise really good episode (with LOTS of great OTA stuff in it) is a small price to pay. 
  • And idgaf what Wendy says, Susan is shady af. 
  • That said, I don’t expect there to be BETRAYAL! LIES! CURSE YOU! from Oliver. Cuz he’s Growing™. 
  • Whatever. Olicity hugged. That’s the love scene that I cared about last night. 
  • But he RAN TOWARDS HER all concerned and she was shaking and ran to him and they just EMBRACED. 
  • and then he shielded her when there was the blast
  • and I just have a lot of feelings about my OTP touching and taking care of and loving each other okay?
  • Also, Felicity, don’t think I didn’t notice that you were ready to sacrifice yourself there. My heart hurts for you, girl. I hope you forgive yourself soon. 
  • I’m sorry to see Rory go but not AS sorry as I would have been back in 5a. I wasn’t 100% comfortable with him just sitting around talking to Felicity all the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
  • So yeah. Good episode. Not great. But solid. Susan can choke. 

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cozy-stars  asked:

What would the Matsus bros do if there s/o was sick? (°_°) (also I love your blog!)

(thank you! <3)

Osomatsu: so like, he puts way more effort into helping his s/o when they’re sick than he does for any of his brothers lol. i can imagine him asking his mama to make soup, and him taking that soup to you when he finds out that you’re sick. he might try to pretend that he made it himself, but let’s be real here okay, Oso is an abhorrent cook and everybody knows it, even Oso knows this, so you know he didn’t make it. but the sentiment is still there and still much appreciated. for the most part, he just doesn’t really leave your side. you have your soup and he’ll just stick with you while you’re bedridden and find ways to keep you entertained and give you company. it’s nice. <3

Karamatsu: remember how in the episode where his brothers are sick, he tries to do like, everything for them? goes into the fucking mountains like an idiot to try and get them fresh water? more or less the same deal here. he’d travel to the ends of the earth to find something that would make you feel better because he cares about you and you deserve the best. the only real difference here is that his s/o would hopefully actually give a shit about him and try to deter him from going all the way up to the mountains and potentially getting hurt or sick just for water. so as to not worry you any further, he just goes out and buys shit for you instead. expensive shit, because Kara cannot be stopped, but at least he cares.

Choromatsu: i think he’d honestly be the most practical. he’d make soup and/or tea for you, he’d have cold soaked towels to put on your head if you have a fever, he’d bring you medicine and remind you how much to take and when, etc. he’s your own personal nurse. he’d even hold your hair for you (if necessary) if you threw up. he would only leave your side if you had to sleep or if he thinks you’ll be alright, but otherwise, he’s still on call 24/7. if you’re feeling particularly awful at 2 a.m., give him a call, and he’ll come. he’ll be sleepy, but he’ll still do what he can.

Ichimatsu: he’s also not a bad caregiver. once again, like in the episode where his bros were sick, he clearly knows what he’s doing and knows how to take good care of you. but unlike with his brothers, maybe he holds off on the humiliation and obedience training lmao. it’s only because he cares about you, not that he’ll admit it. if you were to mention it in any way, he’d just chastise you about how this is convenient for him and he doesn’t want to get sick himself, so shut up and eat your congee. he can be a real tsundere at times, but you and him both know that he cares, a lot.

Jyushimatsu: let’s uh, let’s ignore the whole multiplying himself down to atom-size and entering your bloodstream to fight the virus thing, shall we? instead, i’ll say he does his best to take care of you. he isn’t the best nurse, let’s all be real, but omg he tries. he’s just kinda clumsy and a little too aggressive when trying to treat you, that sometimes one of his brothers might need to actually step in and help this poor baby out. he’s that guy who thinks, “well, a few ounces of medication every four hours is supposed to make you better in a weeks time… sO NATURALLY DRINKING THE WHOLE BOTTLE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER IN 4 SECONDS OK FUCKIN CHUG S/O.” he’s trying.

Todomatsu: actually gives a fuck about you so he DOESN’T try to light the room on fucking fire, this little shit. however, he’s still a little grossed out and turned away by sick people because he doesn’t want to get sick himself. so he might be a little arm’s length with you, not wanting to get too close. it can come off as rude, but it isn’t that he doesn’t care or anything. he’ll still try to help you if he can, but um. maybe he’ll go sleep in another room or something. and wear a mouth mask and disposable gloves when around you at all times. and burn the bed sheets when you’re healthy again. yeah.

Mickey's Love for Ian & Why He Didn't Just Walk Away

Originally posted by khylinrhambo

Hello loves. So I’ve been talking to some of you since Sunday about 7x10 & basically all of season 6 & 7, & why Mickey would still risk everything to come to Ian. Because there for a good long while it seemed like Ian couldn’t give a shit about Mickey. He had to be paid to see him & then was heartless enough to say so to Mickey. And then his “Yea Mick. I’ll wait.” was so unconvincing & you could tell by Mickey’s face that he didn’t believe it. And that was just the stuff Mickey KNEW. We, of course, know he’s been running around bad mouthing our angel. So, many of you ask “Why would Mickey risk it to come get Ian?” Especially since you could tell the whole episode that Mickey wasn’t sure Ian even wanted to be with him (his asking “am I gonna see you again?” & “is this goodbye?”). Well, I have some theories that I’m going to share with you.

Originally posted by cutegaygfs


1. Mickey thinks he’s just south side trash. Y'all remember the episode where Mandy is going to leave with her abusive boyfriend? And there’s that scene where Ian goes to tell Lip. And when Lip asks why Ian says because she thinks she’s trash & doesn’t think she could do any better. That that relationship was all she was going to get. I think Mickey is the same way. Mickey sees himself as nothing worth loving. So he believes Ian’s love is the best he’s ever going to get. Whether or not that’s true is beside the point, because that’s what Mickey believes. Why would he leave what he thinks is the best thing that will ever happen to him?

Originally posted by wlkingmggies

2. Ian was the first person who ever wanted Mickey. We lovingly call Mickey our “dirty white boy”. But once upon a time, V actually said that about him. And Fiona looked at him like he was a rat she discovered in the pantry. When asked if he was her type, Karen responses “only if you like the smell of dogshit”. And Kash was so scared of him that he let him steal whatever he wanted. This is what everyone thought of Mickey. No one wanted anything to do with him. He only fucks girls like Angie, who fuck everybody, because he knows they won’t turn him down. Mickey goes his whole life being unwanted & unloved. And then suddenly there’s Ian. Adorable Ian, surrounded by love, who in Mickey’s eyes, could probably get whoever he wanted. But he wants Mickey. He wants to be with Mickey. He wants to kiss Mickey. He wants to fuck Mickey. And this is a first for Mickey. Someone is actually chasing after him for once.

Originally posted by thugswearuggs

3. Ian accepted Mickey when Mickey couldn’t even accept himself. Mickey was scared & ashamed of his feelings for Ian. Mickey didn’t want anyone to know about it because he figured everyone felt the same way his dad did. But Ian accepted Mickey for who he was. Ian liked who Mickey was. Ian liked the parts of Mickey that Mickey didn’t like about himself. Ian made Mickey feel brave. Ian made Mickey feel like maybe there was nothing wrong with him. Maybe he could be the person he wanted to be.

Originally posted by jeonzyxzjs

4. Mickey came out for Ian. And everything changed for Mickey in that moment. As someone who came out for someone else, let me tell you what kind of connection that creates. Who you are suddenly feels very tethered to that person. They are a part of you now. A part of your story. A part of who you become. And you feel them as a part of you for the rest of your life. And that’s how Mickey probably feels about Ian. Ian helped him become who he is. He’s part of Mickey’s story.

Originally posted by shamelessnews

5. Ian was the only person who stayed. For the longest time, all Mickey had was Ian. I think that’s why we see him fall apart so much both times Ian left him. Mickey doesn’t know how to be without Ian. Ian was the only person who loved him. The only one who kept coming back. He is Mickey’s home. What do you do when a person is your home? You have to be with them. Ian is Mickey’s safe place. His shelter from everything around him. Even when Ian was going through his bipolar episodes. Mickey needed Ian. We see this most clearly when Ian is in the hospital. Mickey gets drunk & ends up on the floor clutching Ian’s jacket. Mickey was scared & vulnerable & the one thing he wanted was the thing that made him feel safe: Ian. I think that’s one of the main reasons why he came for Ian. Ian makes him feel safe. And being on the run, he wants that feeling. The feeling that no matter what everything will be okay. Because he has Ian.

Originally posted by tequilalito

6. Most importantly, Ian is the love of Mickey’s life. I’m still not 100% sold that Ian feels exactly the same way (you don’t move on from true love that quickly, although we’ve never seen Ian without a boyfriend, so it could be more about Ian’s fear of being alone instead), but I think it’s true for Mickey. The two times we’ve seen Mickey talk about his “type”, it wasn’t a type- it was Ian. Because Mickey doesn’t want anyone but Ian. Ian is it for Mickey. Anything else feels like a cheap knockoff & doesn’t make him happy (just like how we feel about Ian’s relationshits). Plus, you don’t go through the kind of shit Mickey went through for Ian & still keep coming back unless you really love someone. There were so many times something awful happened to Mickey because of Ian & Mickey could’ve easily said “fuck this. I’m out.” But he never does. We never even see him consider it.

Originally posted by chrstynik


Basically when it comes down to it, Mickey loves Ian with everything he is & he would move mountains to be with him. And I think the thing about real love- soul destroying, heart crushing, bleed for you kind of love- is that you love someone no matter what. You’d light yourself on fire to keep them warm. You’d take bullets for them. And that’s the kind of love Mickey has for Ian. And with the way their lives are, honestly, I think that’s the only kind of love that will survive the fire they constantly have to walk through. That’s why I think Ian won’t find anyone else. Because the fire that constantly threatens to burn down Ian’s life (his family, his bipolar) is too much for anyone else’s love, but not Mickey’s. Ian is never going to find anyone who loves him like Mickey, and I think he FINALLY sees that. Now I just hope he loves Mickey the same way. Because he’s going to need a “walk through fire” kind of love to be with Mickey now.

Originally posted by a-khaleen

Sole Survivors - Matt x Reader

{Credit to gif creator} 

Fandom- Until Dawn 

Character- Matt {Includes mentions of other characters} 

Word Counter- 1199 Words 

Persona- Female 

Warnings- Language. Violence. 

Request- How about when matt saves y/n from the wendigos and tries to calm her down and he tells her he loves her and they kiss. Sorry all I got haha. Sorry if it makes no sense it did in my head.

All you could do was run, as fast as you could. 

You were running through the mines, tripping and falling a lot, but managing to stay alive, and managing to evade the creature of some kind for long enough. 

Until you tripped and dropped off the edge of a cliff type thing. 

You grabbed onto the wall just in time and swung yourself up onto a thin platform, pushing your back against the rough rock face. 

You could hear the creature scuttling across the rocks towards you. All you could do was freeze and hope it was too dark for the creature to see you. 

You shut your eyes as the creature was inches from your hand. 

You pulled in a rushed breathe and held tight. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. 

Shuffle. Shuffle. 

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thecheesestandsalone24  asked:

Ayy you still doing hawkdevil prompts? (I'm isthatabillyclubinyourpocket btw, that's my side blog) How about Clint firing off the wrong trick arrow during a fight and freaking out like "holy shit my flash arrow just blinded that guy" and Matt has to reassure him and maybe get his number? Sorry my prompts are lame XD

nah its cool, i love it :D

Clint hates aliens. Well, he loves them, but when they’re blowing up buildings downtown and putting citizens at risk, he really hates them. And when one of them fires some crazy laser (laser are cool, just not in this situation) at him and he only just manages to dodge because really? It’s a beam of light come on. And it hits his quiver instead and causes the whole damn thing to upend and the arrow to scatter everywhere, he really really hates aliens.

“Aww arrows” Clint grumbles, reaching for the closest one, only to end up rolling out of the way of a colourful but probably deadly orb of some sort. As if to prove his point, the orb hits the roof behind him and explodes, leaving a decent sized hole and some scary blue flames licking around the edges. Which, of course, is close enough to one of his explosive arrows to set it off and Clint has to scramble away from the blast as to not, you know, die, and ends up landing rather uncomfortably in a pile of trash. Namely, a dumpster. Amazing.

He doesn’t have a moment to collect himself either, because as soon as he sits up enough to see out of said dumpster, he sees one of those aliens going after a taller (handsome) guy in a suit and Clint draws his bow, which he still has by a stroke of luck, and the arrow he’d grabbed on the roof, which survived by another stroke of luck. He thinks it’s a shock arrow, he prays it’s a shock arrow. It spins through the air and plants itself in the side of the alien’s neck, well, maybe its neck? And… doesn’t release streaks of electricity and the alien isn’t convulsing so that’s really not good. Instead it blasts an extremely bright light and Clint quickly shuts his eyes as to not blind himself. Blind and deaf would suck.

A quick smash to the head(?) take care of the now blinded alien, and then Clint remembers the hot suit guy and spins to see him sitting on the curb looking a bit ruffled around the edges. 

“Oh. My. God.” Clint nearly wails, and the guy cringes at his words, “Are you okay? Oh no, oh no, oh no.” He squats and grabs the guy’s face, which he would never do unless he had too, obviously, and not because the guy is hot. Nope. He waves his free hand in front of the guy’s eyes and nearly pisses himself when there’s no change in his pupil dilation. 

“I blinded you.” he squeaks, “you’re blind! Oh no, oh no, I’m so sorry. Oh my god!” the guy cringes slightly again. “I- We- Tony has people, yeah, there’s people, we- they can fix this, yeah! We’ll fix it! I’m so sorry- um, you don’t seem really stressed out at all.” 

The guy is laughing, actually, and waving a hand dismissively at Clint. “No, no it’s okay.” he pats Clint on the shoulder, “You didn’t blind me, I’m fine.”

“You’re blind.” Clint counters, dumbfounded.

“I was already blind.” suit guy responds, “It’s fine, I’m fine, really.”

Clint just stares at him, not sure exactly what to say and really glad that he can’t see the stupid look on his face. “Right, well, right.” He stands, “Uh, well, I guess we’re good then?” 

“Oh no.” The guy responds, “I’m going to need your number so I know who to contact for damages.”

“Damages.” Clint echoes. 

“Damages, yes.” He gestures to himself. And Clint is only more confused. 

“What?” 

“I am offended. You save me from an alien, insist on getting me medical care for a pre-existing condition, and intend to just leave me here without giving me your phone number?” A smirk plays at the edge on his mouth, “You wound me.”

“Damages.” Clint repeats before it finally hits him, “ohmygod damages. Yes, I, of course!” Suit guy offers Clint his phone, and Clint keys in his number. “I guess-” an explosion nearby startles them both and Clint is once again reminded that he really really really hates aliens.

“I really have to go.” Clint apologizes, “Avenger stuff, more citizens to save from aliens and falling debris.”

“Yeah, I get it.” Suit guy smiles, “It’s Matt by the way.” He holds out his hand.

“Clint.” And then another building explodes and Clint really has to go, “Aww aliens.” He groans.

“I’ll give you a ring when things settle down.” Matt suggests and Clint nods before remembering that Matt is blind.

“Right!”


If Clint smiles too much while blowing up aliens, it’s definitely not because a really cute blind guy likes him. And if that red vigilante, Daredevil he thinks, is smiling a bit too much too, Clint doesn’t really care.

Take Care of Our Girls (Part 2 to Normal is Boring)

Request: Second part to “Who Needs Normal?” where Happy and the reader get together and he helps her through the pregnancy and is there for the birth of the baby.

Warnings: Childbirth

Pairings: JuiceXreader (platonic), and HappyxReader

A/N: Okay so I set this at around the time where Juice has betrayed the club for the second time and Jax hasn’t told the club yet. I just decided that it would be a very good setting for the way I wanted to end the story.

   You groaned as you opened your eyes and saw the bright sunlight streaming in through the window, apparently being the cause of your waking.

That and your little girl decided that it was time to wake you up by kicking you repeatedly in the kidney.

You loved her so much but it was times like these that you wish you could just have her already.

You rolled over and placed a kiss on Happy’s slightly parted lips before you rolled out of bed and attempted to get started with your day.

Happy was used to the early rising time of you and your little girl so it didn’t disturb him too much anymore when you rolled out of bed in the wee hours of the morning.

After you had gotten dressed and had your hair brushed and makeup applied you started working on breakfast for the three of you.

   You were just about finished when heard the heavy, sleep filled footsteps of Happy. You saw him walk in with a grumpy look on his face, like he does every morning.

There was an incident a few months ago when he came into the kitchen and snapped at you, needless to say he learned that pregnant women have the tempers of the devil and you learned that Happy needs his morning coffee.

After you had given him a moment you went over to him, handing him his breakfast, before you placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Mornin’ baby.” he said giving you a small smile before he started eating.

“Mornin’” you said before you started making your own plate and going to sit at the table with Happy.

****Time Skip****

You had decided that after breakfast you were going to clean up around the house while Happy was out in the garage  tinkering with his bike.

It was a bit odd when you and Happy had first gotten together considering that you were pregnant with Juice’s child but everyone had eventually gotten used to you two being together.

Juice wasn’t excluded from the pregnancy by any means, in fact he brought by baby supplies every week and when he saw you hanging around the clubhouse he made sure that you were as comfortable a possible.

   There were a few times that Happy had gotten a little jealous over how nice Juice was being but you assure him that it was just him trying to play his part.

   You were just about to start doing the dishes when you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen.

   You had been experiencing pains like this for the past 9 months so you just dismissed it as the baby delivering a particularly hard kick and you continued on with your chores.

   That was until you felt another one a few minutes later that was even more powerful and painful. You not being fortunate enough to have put the knife in your hand down before this pain happened, had cut your hand and you were now bleeding.

   You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your hand before you called for Happy.

   “Happy! Baby I need help!” you said, watching as blood soaked the towel pressed against your hand.

   Happy happened to walk in just as another pain shot across your stomach, this one causing you to double over and let out a soft cry. You had figured out by now that these were definitely not kicks from the baby and you were pretty sure that you knew what they were.

   “(y/n)! Baby what’s wrong?!” he asked with panic lacing his tone.

   He came over and gently took your hand in his before removing the towel and inspecting the damage.

   “Shit babe, you need stitches. We’re gonna have to go to the hospital.” he said grabbing the keys to your truck.

   “That’s probably a good thing because we’d have to go there anyways.” you gritted through your teeth.

   He gave you a confused look in return.

   “The baby Hap! The baby is coming!” you yelled as another contraction hit.

   It took him a minute to process this but when he did it really seemed to light a fire under his ass.

   Within minutes he had you, still holding your bloody hand in the towel, in the car and was back within seconds with your hospital bag.

   The hospital was about 10 minutes away so he tore out of your driveway and sped towards the hospital.

   You were about 5 minutes away when you felt something wet cover your butt and that was when you looked down and saw that your water had broken.

   “Oh shit.” you whispered looking down at your now soaked jeans.

   Happy glanced over at you and replied with the same thing.

   “It’s gonna be okay baby. We’ll be there in a couple of minutes, just breathe.” he said, trying to keep you calm.

   Within a few minutes your truck was screeching into the hospital’s parking lot.

   Happy parked the car and shut it off quickly before walking over to your side of the car and helping you out and grabbing your bag.

   He slowly helped you up to meet the nurses that were standing inside the doors.

   After they had got ahold of you and sat you in a wheelchair you told Happy that he should go call Juice and let him know that that baby was coming, and it was coming soon.

***********
   About 20 minutes later you were laid in a hospital bed with Juice on one side of you, Happy on the other, Gemma sitting in the rocking chair across the room, and the rest of SAMCRO waiting in the lobby.

   The doctor had just left after telling you that she was going to get prepared to deliver the baby because you were already fully dilated and crowning.

   “Are you ready for this?” Juice asked smiling at you from the left side of the bed.

   “Juice i’ve dealt with 9months of swollen feet, morning sickness, and not being able to see my own feet. I love this baby girl to death but I am ready  to get her out.” you say wiping sweat from your forehead and trying to do your breathing exercises.

   “You’re gonna do great baby, and we’ll all be right here.” said Happy kissing your knuckles.

   You just smiled at him before turning your head towards the door as the doctor came in.

   “Alright Miss (y/l/n), let’s do this.” she said smiling at you before taking a seat at the end of the bed and propping your legs up in the stirrups.

*******Time Skip*******

   After 45 minutes of pushing you welcomed your baby girl into the world. Hazel Faye, 6 pounds 9 ounces, 50.8 cm long. You didn’t have her last name picked out yet because you weren’t sure if you should put your last name or Juice’s last name.

   You were absolutely amazed that Juice insisted Happy cut the umbilical cord instead of doing it himself, which Happy shakily accepted.

   As soon as the doctor brought your screaming baby girl over your legs and laid her on your chest you were in love with her.

   She was the most beautiful thing that you had ever seen an all you wanted to do was hold her and never let her go.

   ******Epilogue******

   Happy’s p.o.v

   I smiled as I looked down at the smiling little girl laying in my arms and then at her beautiful mother sleeping in the hospital bed next to me and I was convinced that I was the luckiest man on Earth.

   Juice walked in, returning from the bathroom, before taking a seat on the couch that was placed in the room.

   “You want to hold her?” I asked, figuring I should give him time with her since he was, after all, the father.

   He nodded his head and smiled as I carefully  placed Hazel into her arms.

   “She’s so beautiful.” he said with tears in his eyes.

   “Just like her mom.”

   He nodded in agreement and we sat in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again.

   “Happy, brother, I need you to do something for me. But first I have a question.” he said, now staring at me.

   I nodded at him as a sign for him to continue.

   “Do you love these two?” he asked staring me dead in the eyes.

   I wasn’t one for sentimental bullshit but I knew that he must be going somewhere important with this so I answered him.

   “More than anything in the world man.”

   I could tell that that was the answer he was hoping for because he smiled and nodded his head.

   “Then I need you to do something for me.” he said, his voice getting thick with emotion. “I want you  to raise Hazel as your daughter. I want her to have your last name and I want her to know you as her father. I don’t want her to ever know about me. I don’t want her to know that her ol’ man was someone who betrayed his brotherhood.” he said, pausing to swallow the lump in his throat.

   “Juice-”

   “Hap please, if you can’t bring yourself to do this for me do it for her. I don’t want her to be known as the daughter of the rat, okay? I won’t be around for too much longer and I just want to be another nameless face to her alright?” he said.

   I could tell that he was being serious so I agreed.

   “Whatever you want brother.”

   “Good.” he said before giving Hazel a long kiss on her forehead before standing up and bringing her back to lay in my arms.

   He walked over and placed a kiss on (y/n)’s forehead before he started towards the door.

   He turned at the last minute.

   “Keep these girls safe man, always love them like they deserve, and tell (y/n) I’m sorry.” he said before wiping a fallen tear from his eye and walking out of the room.

Little did I know, that next time I saw Juan Carlos Ortiz, it would be one of the last times.

anonymous asked:

Nico and Leo friendship?

i gotchu (we got another request for this too so)

  • theyre the friends that will shit talk people behind their backs a lot
  • leo totally cooks for nico
  • leo is the one who teases nico about crushes and ‘who do u like tho’ 
  • nico punches him in the shoulder and tells him he likes some random girl to which leo snorts and tells him to be serious
  • he totally teases nico so much when whoever he likes comes out (choose ur ship lol)
  • leo will light on fire occasionally and nico just glances in his direction and pats the fire out with a napkin
  • they have the worst mouths out of everyone but percy like nico occasionally jsut screeches “MOTHERFUCKER THAT’S MY GODDAMN JACKET” “LOOOOOL FUCK YOU ITS MINE NOW BIIIITCH”
  • leo introduces nico to pokemon. nico never goes back
  • theyre fucking ridiculous
  • spicy boys
Since we're going there with the Fiery Cross...

It was late when we went to bed, after a convivial evening that ended with Fergus singing the prostitute’s ballad in its lengthy entirety to general applause, Jamie and German beating time on the table with their hands. 

Jamie lay back against the pillow, hands crossed behind his head, chuckling to himself now and then as bits of the song came back to him. It was cold enough that the windowpanes were misted with our breath, but he wore no nightshirt, and I admired the sight of him as I sat brushing my hair. 

He had recovered well from the snakebite, but was still thinner than usual, so that the graceful arch of his collarbone was visible, and the long muscles of his arms roped from bone to bone, distinct beneath his skin. The skin of his chest was bronze where his shirt usually lay open, but the tender skin on the underside of his arms was white as milk, a tracery of blue veins showing. The light shadowed the prominent bones of his face and glimmered from his hair, cinnamon and amber where it lay across his shoulders, dark auburn and red-gold where it dusted his bared body. 

“The candlelight becomes ye, Sassenach,” he said, smiling, and I saw that he was watching me, blue eyes the color of bottomless ocean. 

“I was just thinking the same of you,” I said, standing up and putting aside my brush. My hair floated in a cloud round my shoulders, clean, soft, and shining. It smelled of marigolds and sunflowers and so did my skin. Bathing and shampooing in winter was a major undertaking, but I had been determined not to go to bed smelling of pig shit. 

“Let it burn, then,” he said, reaching out to stop me as I bent to blow the candle out. His hand curled round my wrist, urging me toward him. 

“Come to bed, and let me watch ye. I like the way the light moves in your eyes; like whisky, when ye pour it on a haggis, and then set it on fire.” 

“How poetic,” I murmured, but made no demur as he made room for me, pulled loose the drawstring of my shift, and slipped it off me. The air of the room was cold enough to make my nipples draw up tight, but the skin of his chest was delightfully warm on my breasts as he gathered me into him, sighing with pleasure. 

“It’s Fergus’s song inspiring me, I expect,” he said, cupping one of my breasts in his hand and weighing it with a nice balance between admiration and appraisal. “God, ye’ve the loveliest breasts. Ye recall that one verse, where he says the lady’s tits were so enormous, she could wrap them round his ears? Yours aren’t so big as that, of course, but d’ye think ye maybe could wrap them round—” 

“I don’t think they need to be enormous to do that,” I assured him. “Move up. Besides, I don’t believe it’s actually wrapping round, so much as it is squashing together, and they’re certainly large enough for … see?” 

“Oh,” he said, sounding deeply gratified and a little breathless. “Aye, ye’re right. That’s … oh, that looks verra beautiful, Sassenach—at least from here.” 

“It looks very interesting from here, too,” I assured him, trying neither to laugh nor go cross-eyed. “Which one of us moves, do you think?” 

“Me, for now. I’m no chafing ye, Sassenach?” he inquired. 

“Well, just a bit. Wait, though—” I reached out a hand, feeling blindly over the table by the bed. I got hold of the little pot of creamy almond ointment I used for hand lotion, flicked the lid off, and dug a finger into it. 

“Yes, that’s much better,” I said. “Isn’t it?” 

“Oh. Oh. Aye.” 

“And then there’s that other verse, isn’t there?” I said thoughtfully, letting go for a moment, and drawing a slippery finger slowly round the curve of his buttock. “About what the prostitute did to the choirboy?” 

“Oh, Christ!” 

“Yes, that’s what he said. According to the song.”

The Fiery Cross

maybe he didn't want her to || a Bonkai oneshot (6x07)

The thing is, he had meant it.

He had even brought her that stupid bear. 

That’s what was really hilarious.

In the midst of all his serviceable lies - which she had barely bought - he had snuck in a little bit of truth. Wasn’t there a saying about that? That truth is the best lie? Something his meditation-prone mother would spout. If she were alive. 

He was technically just stating facts. Yes, she was brave, yes she was loyal, yes she was good. Any moron could see that.

What he hadn’t counted on was for her to be all those things and still play by his own rules.

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softfirstlove  asked:

DO CUTE FLUFFY BOYFRIEND MICHAEL BLURB BECAUSE THE WORLD NEVER HAVE ENOUGH OF THESE

oh go d cute fluffy boyfriend michael would still be shocked that someone like you wanted to be with someone like him and he’d feel the need to show his affection all the time bvecause hes worried that you will forget how much he loves you and you’ll leave him for someone better like luke or calum because in his mind you deserve so much better than him and so one day you’d come home to an empty dark house and you’d panic a little and you’d run into your room and flip the lights on and michael would jump and yell “shit!” and the next thing you know theres a bottle of champagne all over your carpet and soaking rose petals on the floor and the bed is almost lit on fire when your candle falls but you still think its the sweetest gesture in the world even if it failed a little