you guys the notes on that

—Boyfriend! Yoongi au

Request: Your past two boyfriend scenarios were so damn adorable! I can’t help but ask you guys to do a Suga one? Please?

Authors note: thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy!

Boyfriend Yoongi au

  • Taking naps together
  • Interlocking your fingers with his when you guys are watching movies
  • You running your fingers through his hair when he’s stressed or upset and vice versa
  • Not a lot of skinship in public
  • Lots of kisses on the cheek
  • Pecking his lips multiple times
  • Being lazy together
  • Ordering takeout when you’re both not in the mood to cook
  • Getting to go to the studio with him while he’s writing or recording songs
  • You inspiring him to write songs
  • Some are even dedicated to you
  • Gummy smiles
  • Long hugs when he gets back from tour
  • Going out to a fancy dinner every once and a while because Yoongi wants to treat you like the princess you are
  • Calling each other {babe, baby, love}
  • When sick, Yoongi would get you everything you need in order to make you feel better {chicken noodle soup, tissues, medicine etc}
  • He would practically nurse you back to heath which would most likely cause him to get sick after and you would then take care of him
  • Laying your head on his chest and him tracing your back when cuddling
  • Him being the big spoon
  • Missing each other like crazy while hes on tour
  • Being clingy when tired
  • Random compliments at the most random times
  • “Jagiya, come here”
  • “What?”
  • “You’re beautiful” 
  • Even though he may not say it that much, Yoongi loves you with every bit of his heart


Originally posted by third-one-from-the-left

Come Back to Me

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics

Raphael x Reader

Come Back to Me

Prompt: I keep seeing stories about Raph’s girl being a fitness goddess and/or fighting crime with them all, but I never see any where they stay n the lair and have to be reassured by Splinter that the boys will be OK. Like, even if she were strong there’s no way she’d ever b as strong as MUTANTS WITH ARMOR SKIN who’ve trained their entire lives to fight. I wish there were more turts x reader where Splinter is involved

Note: This is a lot, but I’m gonna try.

Dating a giant turtle vigilante guy was almost never easy. And waiting for him to get home after his long mission nights…it was even harder. Currently, you were curled up on the couch, swaddled in the soft red blanket he had knitted for you. Even though he was gone, you could still feel his lips against your forehead, his large hands tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

He had promised to be back in under an hour. It had been nearly three. Needless to say, you were worried sick.

“Do not worry, my child. I am sure my sons will be back soon.” Splinter reassured you. He passed you a mug of tea and took a seat on the couch next to you.

“Thank you, Master Splinter.” You nodded gratefully. You held the mug in both of your hands, black fingernails drumming steadily against the ceramic. “I’m just worried. That they’ll get hurt.” That he’ll get hurt.

“My sons…they have an advantage to most human enemies. Their size, their skill. They haven’t failed yet.” He put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “They will be fine.”

“I hope so.” You took a sip of the tea and inhaled a deep breath. Splinter offered a kind smile before getting up to go tend to his plants.


By the time the boys returned to the lair, you had fallen asleep on the couch with a book dangling from your fingertips and your glasses hanging off of your face. The boys tried to enter quietly, as they knew it was late and suspected you would be here waiting for them.

While his brothers walked off to their respective rooms to crash for the night, Raph lumbered over to where you had crashed and quietly knelt down in front of your sleeping form. Your breaths were long and even, and as his green eyes scanned over you, he found himself falling further in love with you than he already had.

How the shell had he gotten so lucky?

“Raph?” Your voice was no more than a whisper. Your eyes blinked a few times and you looked up at him sleepily.

“Hey.” He brushed some of the hair out of your face and kissed the crown of your head. “Didn’t mean to wake ya.”

“That’s all right. What time is it?” you glanced at the clock. It was nearly midnight. “Oh God, I gotta get home.”

“Do you wanna spend the night?” Raph asked softly. His large hands stopped you from getting up. You thought for a second before nodding.

“Will you grab me my phone?” Your tired finger pointed towards the coffee table. It was just…too far. He handed you the phone, which seemed tiny in his enormous hands, and you called your mother to tell her you would be spending the night at Raph’s place.

“You good?”

“Yep.” You rubbed your eyes and tucked your phone away and then reached up for Raphael with both arms. He smirked and lifted you up in his strong arms, holding you on his hip as though you weighed nothing. To him, you probably didn’t weigh anything. He was huge.

Raph carried you over to his and Mikey’s room and set you on the top bunk before climbing up there with you. It was soon after that you found yourself curled up on his strong chest. He started to drift off, his plastron rising and falling with each breath.

“Raph?” You whispered.


“I love you, okay?” Your voice was quiet. “I love you a lot and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I-I love ya too.” He replied. He gripped you a little tighter and pressed another kiss to the top of your head. “And I promise. I’ll try ta be safe.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

I Can’t Wait To Hear You Scream PT. 37

Summary: Sherry is missing.

Note: Me trying to get something out on time is, like, unicorn rare. I’m so sorry I’m traaaaash. I wanted this chapter to be way longer and more eventful, but I wanted to go ahead and post what I had done for you guys. I promise the next wait won’t be as long as this one. I’ve been rather busy the past few weeks, but I’m finally getting time to be more active. Also, if you wanna be tagged, let me know, I lost my tags yet again when my other phone broke 🙃


“Trust is hard. Knowing who to trust, even harder.

~ Maria V. Snyder


You followed behind Negan as quickly as you could, trying to keep up with his pace. You were too afraid to speak up about anything, and didn’t know if mentioning how the other wives acted suspiciously towards you would only make him turn on you. But you knew too well that for every moment he actually scared you, he was also making you 5 times more attracted to his angered demeanor.

“If I find out that Dwight fuckin’ helped her-” He spat, you could hear the hostility oozing out of him with every word he spoke. He didn’t even seem to be speaking directly to you anymore, it was like an open warning to himself of what he would do to Dwight if he found him guilty. Once you made it down to the apartments, Simon and a few of the other men had quietly gathered outside of a door that you could only assume was Dwight’s room. These were different apartments than the floor that Eugene and David stayed on. Negan gave a sigh that sounded more like a growl than anything else.

“Well, are you waiting for, a fuckin’ initation? Give D a fuckin’ wakeup call.” Negan ordered, pointing Lucille towards the door. You made sure to keep your distance from the situation as you watched Simon and the other men circle around the door, and before you could blink they had simultaneously rammed themselves against it, busting the lock open as it swung open. They rushed into the room and you could hear the sounds of the struggle inside. Negan walked up to the doorway, Lucille perched on his shoulder - her usual spot. Her rightful spot as Negan would say.
Your curiosity got the better of you, and you walked up behind him to see all the men holding down Dwight on the small mattress that he was laying on, it was now stained with blood that was flowing from Dwight’s nose as they gave him his ‘punishment’. You looked on in shock, not so much for the fact that it was violent, but for the fact that this was one of Negan’s main men that was getting beaten within an inch of his life right in front of you. It only reassured earlier thoughts that no one was safe if Negan thought they betrayed his trust, but as violent as it was, you understood that it has to be done. Negan couldn’t risk letting anybody walk over him, not even for the slightest thing. A loud, sharp whistle from him got the attention of his men, making them stop dead in their tracks once Negan thought that they had given Dwight enough. They pulled him up into his knees as he slumped over submissively at Negan’s feet one of his eyes was already swollen and the blood from his nose was now dropping down onto the floor, pooling at his knees.

“It’s come to my attention that I am short a fuckin’ wife, D. Can you guess which fuckin’ one?” Negan said in a firm tone as he looked back down to him.

Dwight raised his head up slowly, meeting Negan’s gaze, his face was blank as he shook his head timidly in response.

Negan cleared his throat and gave him a smirk, “Sherry. I guess you also don’t have any fuckin’ idea where she went either?”

Dwight wiped some of the blood from his nose, “I haven’t seen her. I didn’t know she was gone.”

Negan nodded, “I wanna fuckin’ believe you, D. You’re one of my best goddamn men, and it’d be a damn shame if it turned out that you aren’t fuckin’ loyal.”

“I am..” Dwight answered.

Negan blinked as he stared back down at him and gave a smug smile, “We’ll fuckin’ see, won’t we?” He looked back up to the other men, “Simon, take him down to the cells, and give him a real fuckin’ cozy one. Let him relive his earlier fuckin’ days here.”

Dwight dropped his head again as Negan said this, he knew what it meant. Negan was unsure if he could really trust him at this point and locking him up was the best way to see just how loyal he was. You were surprised, he could have smashed Dwight’s skull in if he wanted to, but he didn’t. He was getting off easy, and he knew it, too. Simon pulled him off the ground quickly with no fuss and they walked past you, and Negan. Negan stopped one of the men you only knew as ‘Dave’.

“Davey, search the fuckin’ room for me. Let me know if you see anything suspicious.” He said, putting emphasis on the word suspicious.

“Yes, sir.” He said in a dull tone as he turned back towards the room, his eyes landing on you for a few seconds too long as he did. You didn’t know what it was about that man, but you got a sick feeling in your stomach anytime you saw him, and always did your best to keep your distance.

Negan let out a frustrated sigh as he leaned back against the door. You took a small step forward and leaned against the other side of it. You wanted to speak, you wanted to say something to try to calm him, but you were stumped and didn’t know what you could tell him. All you could manage to croak out was, “What now?”

He blinked at you, running a hand through his hair, “I’m gonna go see what the fuck the other wives know.”

You gave him a nod, “Probably best if I stay around here then. You know my presence isn’t a welcome one.”

“Keep a fuckin’ eye on things then, darlin’.” He said as he began to walk past you, brushing his hand over your chest as he went. You gave him a smile before he turned the corner and disappeared out of sight. You let out a tired sigh and laid your head back against the wall for a few moments, if it wasn’t one thing it was another around here. Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash inside of the room, you peered around the corner of the door to see Dave wrecking Dwight’s room, and breaking things he had no reason to break, and that became obvious when he picked up a lamp on a nearby table and smashed it into the stone floor of the room.

It rubbed you the wrong way and you narrowed your eyes as you watched him, “I don’t think all of that shit is necessary.” You called out to him over the loud noises.

He stopped momentarily as if he wondered who was talking and turned back to you. His eyes lingered over you again before he finally spoke, “And who are you to tell me how to do my fucking job?”

“Nobody of course. But this is a little uncalled for, Dave.” You spat back at him, crossing your arms.

Just to emphasis how much he didn’t care, he pushed a stack of books off of a shelf before walking forward to you. Charming.

“You’ve got a mouth on you.” He growled as he stood in the doorway.

“I do when I see you and the others doing stupid shit. Maybe Negan doesn’t see how much of an asshole you actually are, but I do.”

He smiled and took a step forward, doing his best to intimidate you, “It’s a damn shame he doesn’t believe in beating you bitches.. If I was in charge, you’d have a black eye right now.”

All of your nerves seemed like they were set on fire at once as soon as the words left his lips, your hands twitched, curling into fists without your control, and every fiber in your being was screaming for you to shoot this fucker, but you didn’t wanna become known as the girl that shot anybody she didn’t remotely like - even though you were justified majority of the time. You held your tongue and kept a straight face as you looked back at him.

He smirked and gave you a nod, “Nice talkin’ to ya.” He said in mocking tone before he walked away. Your eyes followed him until he was out of sight, when he was long gone, you let out a long shaky breathe. You were so angry that your head felt like it was going to explode, this situation wasn’t over, but there was a time and place for it. And with that being done, you left the scene, heading to David’s room.

*Negan’s P.O.V*

He had made his way back upstairs to his own floor, he had given his anger time to simmer down - although he was still prone to having an explosive outburst at any moment. He was going to get to the bottom of what was going on one way or another. Once he got to the door of the wives room, he tapped on the door rapidly with Lucille barbed end before pushing it open. The wives all looked around lazily until they saw who it was, once they saw that it was him, they all perked up happily as they watched him stepping through the door.

“Ladies.” He acknowledged them with a smirk as he looked around to them one by one. They all have him nods, and some of them, putting on the best shit eating grins they could muster. He gave a coy smile when he saw the redhead holding Judith in her arms. He laid Lucille down on a table and walked towards her, reaching his arms out, taking Judith in his arms, “And how is this angel doing?” He asked, cradling her in his arm as the toddler beamed up happily at him.

The wife smiled, “She’s fine. She’s kinda difficult at times, but we’re managing.”

Negan shifted his eyes to her, then back to Judith, “Good. Keep her happy, shouldn’t be too fuckin’ hard, Frankie.”

The redhead have him another nod as Negan passed Judith back over to her. He cleared his throat and walked back to the middle of the room, making sure he had their undivided attention, “It shouldn’t be a fuckin’ secret to you girls that I’m here for more than one fuckin’ reason.” He said, his tone getting serious again.

The wives all seemed to drop their smiles at once as he spoke once they realized he was here for business, not pleasure. He looked around to them, but none of them looked inherently nervous.

“Anyone wanna take a fuckin’ guess?” He smiled, that usual look of danger flickering in his eyes, “Remember that the reward for telling the goddamn truth is simple: you get to keep your position in this little fuckin’ lap of luxury, and I won’t send your sweet asses downstairs to work like a fuckin’ dog for your place here.”

They all went silent, you could have literally heard a pin drop in the room. It seemed that even Judith could pick up on the rising tension as her cooing and babbling of no distinct words had stopped.

Frankie shook her head, “What’s wrong, Negan?”

He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, “Any of you seen Sherry lately?”

Those were the only words it took for a look of fear to spread over each of their faces.

“No.. Is she- is she okay?” Frankie asked, giving him a weak smile.

He shrugged, “I wouldn’t fuckin’ know, sweetheart. It appears she fuckin’ hightailed it out of here recently.” He licked his lips and pointed to her, “Would you, or any of you happen to fuckin’ know how that is?”

She shook her head quickly, “No, of course not.”

“Really? Because I’m thinking that somebody fuckin’ helped her. I’m also fuckin’ thinking that, maybe she’s the one that let Daryl out of his goddamn cage, too.” Negan’s jaw flared, his anger growing quickly.

Frankie mouth parted as she stumbled on her words, not knowing what to say this time, “I’m sorry, Negan.. We-”

She was cut off quickly by one of the other wives. A darkhaired woman named Tanya.

“We know who.. But we were afraid to tell you.” She cut in quickly before Frankie could say anything else.

Negan shifted his eyes to her, glaring, “Who the fuck did it then, darlin’?”

“We know she’s your favorite, so we were afraid.” She paused for a moment studying Negan’s face, “It was (Y/N), she helped Sherry..”

“Bullshit.” His eyes narrowed.

“It’s true, Negan.” Frankie spoke again. Her eyes were wide as they darted back and forth in their sockets, “She threatened us.. She told us that she’d kill all of us if we said anything, and of course we believed her.. Because of Amber.”

Negan took in a breath, not knowing who or what to fucking believe at this point, “Amber brought that shit on herself, sweetheart. Why the fuck would she help Sherry?”

“She wants to get rid of all of us, Negan. She hates us. You know that.” Tanya cut in again, crossing her arms over her chest.

Negan’s blood was boiling in his veins. He ran a hand over his face, his skin was heated and his body went tense. It wasn’t some shit he wanted to believe, and for the most part he didn’t, but what if they weren’t lying? What if you really had helped Sherry just to get her away from him? He turned without a word as he walked to the door, snatching Lucille off the table. He turned his head back to the women all standing in the room, waiting for his response.

“Appreciate the fuckin’ help, ladies.” He said, sourness was in his tone. After that, he turned and left the room without another word. It was the calm before the storm.

*Y/N’s P.O.V.*

It had been a while since you had seen or heard anything from Negan, but you knew he was probably doing whatever he could to get any information on where Sherry was. You walked the grounds of the sanctuary with David by your side.

“What exactly is going on around here today? Things seems more hectic than usual.” He asked as looked around.

“One of the wives disappeared.” You said, slowly turning your head to meet his gaze, not wanting to see that look of judgement in his eyes, but this time there was none.

He shrugged, “Guess that’s good for you, huh?”

You bit your lip, holding back the smirk your face was desperately trying to form and you managed to shake your head, “Not necessarily. It just means Negan is gonna be in a bad fucking mood.”

“Remind me to stay extra far away from him then.” He said and chuckled lightly.

“Everyone should probably steer clear of him if she isn’t found. Just stay with me and do what you’re told, and it’ll be fine.” You glanced back over to him, giving him a serious look.

“Hope you’re right.”

You shrugged, “Why would I lie?”

“I’m not saying that you are, I’m just saying. He’s pretty volatile in general.” David said bluntly.

You nodded back. You couldn’t fault him for that, Negan was indeed very volatile and you knew that very well. You and David were headed to the cafeteria to check on Katherine and Ben since you had assigned them the job of helping Brian, and that also meant that they were out of your hair most if the time, and you didn’t have to keep up with them much, other than the occasional check in to make sure they were actually working. You opened the door to the building when you heard your name being called. You already knew it was Simon by the tone of voice, you turned to see him jogging towards you, a serious look on his face. You glanced to David who gave you a raised eyebrow, not knowing what was going on anymore than you did.

“What it is?” You asked, tapping your foot in the ground.

“Negan wants to see you in his room.” He said, catching his breath. He must have run all the way down to you from the floor you and Negan stayed on.

“Simon, I need to check on my workers.”

“No. He said now, (Y/N).” Simon gave you a stern look, letting you know that he wasn’t joking around.

You breathed in and let the door close, “What’s it about?” You asked suspiciously.

“Ask him. Just get the fuck up there before you get me in shit.” He snapped as he passed by you, heading into the building.

You threw a hand up, “Fine. I’m going.” You growled, turning back to, David, “Looks like I’ve got to go again.. Do you mind?” You said gesturing to the inside of the building.

He shook his head, “No worries, I’ll keep them in line. Sounds like you better go see what your.. Husband wants.”

You smiled, laying your hand on his shoulder thankfully before you turned back around, heading off in a separate direction.

“Hey” He called out, making you turn back to him.

“Yeah, David?”

“For what it’s worth, I think I’d be more upset if you were the one that was gone.. Y'know, if I was him. Seems like you’re more valuable than half the people here.” He said, lifting one of his shoulders.

“Wishful thinking.” You smirked and dropped your head to the group before looking back up at him, “thank you.” You said softly before turning again to leave. You were taken back by his comment, David had never given you what was basically a compliment before.

It was quiet upstairs when you got there, as you walked down the hall, there was no noise of any kind and you had to admit it was eerie, and part of you was already nervous what this urgency with Negan was about. What could possibly be so important that you of all people needed to leave your job to come upstairs? Part of you thought maybe it was just for sex, but you knew Negan would have fucked you anywhere at anytime, and he wouldn’t have sent some else down to get you.
You took a breathe as you stood outside of the door, turning the knob to enter the room. You kept your gaze to the floor before you looked back up, he was sitting on the couch that sat in the middle in the room, Lucille laying in his lap. He didn’t say a word to you as his eyes met yours, he seemed calm, but you knew too well that what seemed, and what was the truth were two completely different things when it involved Negan.
You tried to break the tension that you felt by walking over to the makeshift bar, pouring yourself a drink.
You turned back around. He cleared his throat roughly morning you towards him, his eyes narrowed. You took a generous sip, wanting to calm your nerves as quickly as possible, you hated it when Negan was able to see that he was making you squirm. You got up the courage to walk over to him, sitting next to him on the couch.

“What was so important that you needed me up here for?” You said and instantly regretted it once you realized how bitchy you sounded.

He shifted his eyes back to you, squinting, “You mean you don’t fuckin’ know, darlin’? He sucked me his teeth angrily.

You gave gave him a puzzled look as you thought about it for a moment, you were genuinely stumped, and didn’t understand what the fuck he was talking about.

You shrugged, taking another large sip of the liquor, "No, I don’t.”

He shifted in the seat and ran a hand across his mouth, his eyes trailed over you.
Without warning he snapped on you.
He slapped the glass out of your hand as it smashed into the ground, glass shards flying everywhere.
He lunged at you, his hands wrapped around your throat while he pinned you to the cushion of the couch. You gasped for air as he startled you, but you weren’t completely scared of him, part of you had become desensitized to violence - even when it was happening to you. The other part of you was already extremely turned on, and you knew how wrong it was, but as usual, you didn’t give a shit.
He pressed down on your neck harder as you looked up into his eyes, you could see the rage flickering them.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You chocked out as your hands wrapped around his, trying to relieve the pressure he had on your neck as you tried to pry his grip open, but it was no use he over powered you so easily that it was ridiculous. He finally brought his other hand up to rest above your head, and you were starting to get worried now, because in his grip was Lucille. Your eyes shifted towards her then back to him. Was this It? Was this finally how you were gonna meet your end, at the hands of the man that you loved? He leaned his head down closer to yours, gritting his teeth.

“(Y/N), baby, I don’t wanna fuckin’ hurt you. I don’t fuckin’ enjoy this shit, but if I find out you’ve fuckin’ betrayed me, that i cant trust you.. That’s just not gonna fuckin’ fly with me, darlin’.” He growled, he kicked your knees apart as they were drawn up against your chest, he nuzzled himself between them to get a better grip on you, trapping you beneath him, but you were still turned on by him - even more so now. You bit the inside of your cheek so hard, you tasted the metallic taste in your mouth as your teeth cut through the skin. You didn’t feel any pain only the intense ache you have for this man as it increased ten fold

You closed your eyes hard as you loked back up a him, squinting, even more confused now, “What the hell are you talking about?” You snapped, starting to get mad that he was insinuating you were fucking him over.

“Word is, you’re the fuckin’ one that let Sherry out, babydoll.” He said, his forhead creasing.

“Who the fuck said that?” You coughed, trying to press up against his grip.

He didn’t say anything, he just raised an eyebrow, waiting for your next answer.

“Why would I do that, Negan? I’d gain nothing from it.”

“But you would have liked Sherry out of the fuckin’ way.” He said calmly.

“Of course.” You said bluntly, “I’d love to see all of them gone, but I didn’t fucking help her.”

He smiled and tightened his grip on Lucille, his other hand working it’s way up to your face, grabbing it roughly, pulling it up closer as he made you look him in the eyes, “Don’t give me a fuckin’ reason to not fuckin’ trust you, darlin’. You saw where Dwight went. I’d hate to have to lock your pretty ass up, too.”

“Negan, you know how I feel about you.” You said, your expression remained calm, “I wouldn’t do whatever you think I’ve done.

He sniffed and shifted his eyes away from you, not wanting to look at you, "We’ll fuckin’ see. You and Dwight are gonna fuckin’ find her. Understand?”

“She’s not gonna come with me even if I did find her, she hates me.”

“Then you better find a fuckin’ way to bring her back, darlin’. As of right now, I’m fuckin’ looking at you and Dwight extra goddamn carefully.” He said, a dangerous expression dancing in his eyes as he spoke, “Fix it.” He growled, kissing you roughly on the lips before he lifted himself off of you, pulling you up onto your feet with him. You looked at him, your jaw was flaring in anger, you didn’t even know what to say to him. You were both locked in what seemed like a never-ending competition.

“Let’s pay Dwight a fuckin’ visit.” He said slowly, turning to head for the door. You followed him quietly, your anger hadn’t budged and all you could do was think about was the shit he had just pulled, not the physicality of it, because that part you had enjoyed and it didn’t shame you to admit that, but if this is what he thought of you, then you wished you really had done away with Sherry. At least then he’d have an actual reason to lose his cool. You wondered who had told him that you were the one that helped her leave, but it didn’t take long for you to piece together that it had to be the wives. You remembered how suspicious they acted yesterday when you questioned them about Sherry, at some point they must have decided to turn it all on you to make it seem like you were involved with it, but you were positive they probably made no mention of how suspicious they acted when you asked them where she was yesterday - before the rest of you knew she was missing.

You looked over to him, realizing how he came to his conclusion, “Whatever they told you is a lie.” You said matter-of-factly, letting him know that you knew.

“I hope for your fuckin’ sake it is, darlin’.” He looked back over to you the disappointed look on his face overshadowing the anger.

He knocked hard on the cell door with Lucille, you could hear the sudden, startled movements from Dwight on the other side of the door, “Good fuckin’ mornin’, sunshine.. is it still as goddamn cost in there as you remember, D?” He paused, chuckling to himself as a leaned against the door, “Bet you didn’t fuckin’ expect to end back up in this position, huh? You spent a long goddamn time on the wrong side of this door, Dwight. But I wanna talk about now.”

You shifted your weight on your fet as you watched Negan talking to Dwight through the door.

“See, I had my men looking for your little failed fuckin’ project Daryl, and I’m sure you can fuckin’ guess we came up empty handed. But to my goddamn surprise, D, it seems that Sherry ended up disappearing right around the same time. Would you fuckin’ know anything about that? Because thats a pretty big fuckin’ coincidence - her taking off right after Daryl.. Oh, and he didn’t fuckin’ force his way outta there.. Nah, somebody opened the door for him.”

“It wasn’t Sherry.” Dwight finally called back in a muffled tone through the door.

There was silence as Negan stood there in thought, he lifted his head up, taking in a deep breathe as he craned his head towards you, his piercing gaze meeting yours eyes. He finally cleared his throat, “Was it you, Dwighty boy, did you open the fuckin’ door.. I mean, this shit was supposed to be the other way around, you were supposed to break him. Did he break you? Hell, you have some legitimate grievances. Are you changing your stripes on me.. Are you starting to fuckin’ see things differently?” He banged on the door with Lucille again, “Shit, after everything that’s gone down, who are you, Dwight?”

There was a few seconds of silence before Dwight’s voice sounded again, “I’m Negan.”

You could see the manipulative smile on Negan’s face as he stuck a key into the lock in the door, opening it up. You moved over, getting a better look at Dwight. You could we his face was swollen from the beating he had received earlier, blood had dried on his forehead from a cut. He covered his eyes, trying to adjust to the harshness of the lights in the corridor. He slowly pulled himself up onto his feet, to stand in front of Negan. He looked over to see you standing to the side, a look of defeat on your face.

“You’re not the only fuckin’ one in trouble, D.” Negan said in a deep tone, looking back to you, “I’ve got the fuckin’ wives blaming her for Sherry, and on the other hand I have you, Dwight, and it’s pretty goddman obvious why I’d think it’s you, right?”

Dwight nodded, “..Yeah”

Negan eyed Dwight, carefully studying his face, looking for any hint of guilt or deception.

“You think you know where Sherry went?”

“I have an idea.” Dwight answered.

“Good. You- the both of you.” Negan said pointing to you, “Are gonna go out and find her. You work this shit out, and get her back here.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Just keep in mind that (Y/N) Is still a wife, and you’re fuckin’ obligated to keep her safe. If she suddenly goes fuckin’ missing.. again.. I’ll have no goddamn use for you anymore, D. Do you understand?” Negan spoke, his tone getting more serious.

“I understand, Negan.”

Negan gave him a nod, “Good. Gather up whatever you need and head out.”

He left soon after, leaving you and Dwight with a task you didn’t even know if you could complete.



From the Dining Table, Pt. 2 (Ethan)

Summary: Ethan finally comes across your letter after many years and begins his journey to find you.

Word Count: 2,181

Warnings: Vomiting, mentions of vomit

Author’s Note: I finally finished part 2! It ended a little differently than I had intended just because I was accumulating a large word count so quickly and I wanted to cut it short before I lost you guys… But, this means a part 3 will ensue! This is written from Ethan’s point of view, and it involves a couple flashbacks, so I hope you guys are able to follow along. Also, “Y/L/N” means “your last name.” Please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy! Requests are open.

Part 1

“Breaking news coming out of Hollywood this morning… Ethan Dolan reportedly calls it quits in the middle of filming his latest movie after having what sources are calling a ‘nervous breakdown.’ The former YouTube sensation-turned-A-list-actor was said to have stormed off of set yesterday unprovoked and has not been seen or heard from by family and friends since. There has been no word on how long production on the movie has been stalled for, or if Dolan will be welcomed back to the cast should he choose to return to the film. We’ll continue to report the latest updates on this story as they come in.”

I shove my headphones into my ears and crank the volume up until the shrill voice of the E! News reporter disappears, disgusted that even in LAX, one of the world’s most famous and populated airports, celebrity gossip matters more than world affairs. Pulling the brim of my baseball cap down farther over my eyes, I shift in my seat and pray that no one is paying enough attention to their surroundings to recognize me. I’m sitting in the terminal completely alone and would like to keep it that way— no security guards, no screaming fans mobbing me, no soccer moms hesitantly walking up to me asking for a picture for their ‘daughter.’ Yeah, right. I know for a fact that some of those moms go out on movie dates with their girlfriends on Friday nights just to oodle over me and it’s absolutely disgusting. Don’t they have husbands waiting for them back home?

I sigh and glance down at my jean pocket holding the piece of paper that brought me to the airport in the first place. Is the E! News reporter incorrect in saying that I stormed off of set of the movie I was contracted to film months ago? No, actually, but she is incorrect in saying that it was ‘unprovoked.’ For the last couple of years, my life has been a whirlwind of traveling, transitioning from YouTube to making movies, red carpets, parties, drugs, alcohol, girls, it never seemed to end. The life I have now is everything I could have ever wanted at eighteen years old, but as I learned over time, it didn’t come without sleepless nights and regret over losing the one person that unapologetically stood by my side since we were kids. The more opportunities I was presented with, the more fame I gained, the farther I pushed her away and for what reason, I don’t remember now. But no matter how hard I tried to rid myself of her, she never left me. She haunted my dreams and called out for me when I would least expect it. I could hear her whispering to me in the wind and I would feel her body up against mine in every bed I slept in. Time didn’t make it better; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I most recently have been plagued with images of her choosing to marry someone else, to carry someone else’s children, and in the middle of one of those visions, I decided I had had enough. That’s when I found the letter, and after spending hours reading it, re-reading it, kicking myself for putting her through so much pain, and bawling at the realization of what I had become, I dashed to the airport knowing exactly where I would find her.

A couple other people in the terminal begin to shift in their seats and look at their tickets. I rip one headphone out of my ear just in time to hear the airline employee call for the boarding of first class passengers. Grabbing my backpack and ticket, I fly to the front of the line, head down, hoping to create as little of a scene as possible.

“Welcome aboard, Mr. Dolan,” the employee coos as she scans my ticket and checks my I.D. all too slowly. “What business do you have flying to Newark today?”

What business do I have? What business does she have asking that question?

“I… um… I’m paying an overdue visit to an old friend,” I mumble, trying to keep the irritation in my voice at bay.

“Ah, I see. Well, I hope you have a safe and comfortable trip back home.” She flashes a toothy smile as I take off to find my seat in the aircraft. With so much pep in her voice, I wonder how many glasses of wine she drinks at night before being able to dull the aching emptiness in her chest.

Wait, did she just say, ‘back home?’ How the hell would she have known that I… Oh god, she’s a closeted fan, too. Yep, E! News is going to sink their teeth into that headline: “An AWOL Ethan Dolan was spotted by an LAX employee boarding a plane to New Jersey, seemingly desperate to get back to his home state. What could he possibly be trying to run away from in L.A.? Or, could he be running toward something instead?”

I settle into the cushioned seat, my mind trying struggling to remember the last time I flew on a commercial aircraft. I almost forgot how to even book a ticket in the first place; having done it on a computer last, trying to confirm one on my phone on the way here proved to be even more difficult. My brain continues to search, scanning over memories in reverse chronological order until it lands on the right one, forcing up a wave of nostalgia and nausea, too:

“Y/N!” I shouted, hunched over the Mac in the living room of our dingy apartment. “Come here! I want to show you something!”

“What is it, babe?” Her voice cascaded through the air and settled on my skin, giving me goosebumps. God, how I loved her voice.

“I can’t tell you! You’ll have to come see it.”

Her slippers dragged against the carpet as she approached me from her bedroom. I stood up to block the computer screen, not wanting to give the surprise away before I was ready.

“E, sweetheart, this better be super important,” she scolded, entering the room. “I was in the middle of my history mid-term paper and I had a groove going.”

I took in her beauty as she leaned against the door frame, crossing one leg over the other. Her hair was thrown into a ponytail at the top of her head, her reading glasses were falling down her nose, and the skin on her lips was peeling, most likely resulting from the way she constantly chewed on them when she was anxious or deep in thought. She was wearing an old hand-me-down t-shirt that she acquired from her older brother years ago, and because he was over a head taller than her, she was swimming in the fabric. Her legs were bare, but the shirt was so long on her body that she wasn’t revealing much. Her skin glowed in the light and the amused smirk on her face made my head spin.

Wow, I thought to myself in shock. This girl is all mine.

“E? Ethan? What was it you wanted to show me?” Her voice shook me from my thoughts and I broke out in a child-like grin.

“This paper is the last final you have to submit, right?”


“And then you’re not only done for the semester but done with your college career, right?”

“Yes, Ethan, we’ve talked about this.”

“And your commencement ceremony is tomorrow at noon?”

“Ethan, did you get knocked over the head with something? We’ve been discussing my graduation for months now.”

“I know, I know we have. But, what we haven’t talked about is the fact that the ceremony isn’t the only place you—uh—I mean, we, have to be tomorrow.”

Y/N cocked her head to the side and walked over to me. “Ethan… what is going on?”

I took a couple of steps to the right to reveal the hotel reservations and flight confirmation number displayed on the computer screen, barely able to contain my excitement. “We have a 6:30 flight tomorrow from L.A. to Orlando. Happy graduation-slash-early-birthday-present, babe. I’m taking you to Disney World.”

I smile at the memory of Y/N’s disbelief as it melted into shock, the shock then morphing into elation. Disney World, while being one of the most cliché vacations a couple could take together, had always been a top vacation destination for her since she was a child. She was never able to visit when she was young because her parents struggled financially, but I had the ability to make one of her childhood dreams come true, something she never stopped thanking me for. Had I known the flight to Orlando wasn’t just going to be the last time I would fly on a commercial plane, but with Y/N in general, I would have cherished the moment more. She was always my favorite person to travel with. I would have gone anywhere in the world with her.

I begin to gag from vomit trying to force its way up my throat. For some reason, my regret is always paired with puke, but refusing to let it get the best of me, I fish in the front pocket of my backpack for my bottle of pills I was first prescribed after telling my doctor about my visions of Y/N. Opening the cap, I pour out four Ativan and wash them down with a bottle of water I bought after clearing security. I close my eyes and lean back in my seat, letting the medication run through my system and forcing the thought of Y/N away from my mind.

I just need five hours in the air to think about absolutely nothing. I just need five hours of darkness and silence in order to face what I have done.

“Ethan? Ethan Dolan in the flesh and blood?”

I look down at the concrete porch of Y/N’s childhood home, shamefully unable to meet the gaze of her mother standing on the threshold of her front door.

“Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. Yes, it’s me.”

“Ethan, what business do you have showing up at my door after eight years of not speaking to my family?”

I pop my head up. Eight years? It’s been eight years since seeing Y/N last? I grab the letter out of my pocket and unfold it to see when it was dated, something that I stupidly didn’t think to pay attention to when I first found it.

Oh, my god… Y/N dated the letter six years ago; she waited on me for two and a half years in L.A. before moving back home, and it still took me another six years to find this thing. How despicable.

Disgusted with myself, I suddenly become dizzy and lean over the porch railing to vomit into the grass below. Mrs. Y/L/N steps out onto the porch and places her hand on my back, rubbing it gently until I stop dry heaving long enough to catch my breath.

“You’re being kind to me, Mrs. Y/L/N, even after everything I’ve done,” I observe.

“Holding anger and hatred for someone never does any good, no matter how much they’ve hurt you, Ethan. I see you found Y/N’s note. I’m assuming that’s why you’re here?”

I nod, gripping the piece of paper tighter. “Would you be able to tell me where to find her?”

“I can, but you might not like the answer.”

I raise an eyebrow, another wave of nausea washing over me.

“She bought the house, Ethan. The brick house on the corner of Oak Street, the one that–“

“The one that we talked about buying together since we were fourteen,” I finish for her.

Mrs. Y/L/N shrugs her shoulders. “Once your channel took off and she moved to L.A. with you, she started college out there and I thought maybe that dream became more of a fleeting thought for her. I don’t think she expected to ever come back to New Jersey; I certainly didn’t expect her to, at least because I knew that she would follow you wherever you went and I knew that you wouldn’t end up back here… You were destined for greater things than this town could offer you. But I suppose Y/N never forgot about it, after all.”

I press my lips into a hard line, working to keep my tears at bay. “You’re right, I don’t like that answer.”

“Well, then you should know one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“She doesn’t live there alone, Ethan.”

Fishing the keys of my rental car out of my other pocket, I glance sideways at Mrs. Y/L/N. “What do you mean?”

“I think it’s best that you find out for yourself, but be prepared. What you find might hurt you.” Mrs. Y/L/N places a peck on my cheek. “It was nice to finally see you again, Ethan.”

I close my eyes, desperately afraid that my visions of Y/N weren’t just visions after all.

“Thanks. You too. I just hope Y/N feels the same way.”

ok hi friends!!! i’m going to be really embarrassed if this gets no notes, and if it does i’ll probably delete it, but i’m curious and want to know any input you guys might have!!

so basically, i miss rucas and i’ll probably always miss them so i’m trying to find ways to talk about them and still make them an integral part of my blog, because they’re still a huge love of mine and blah blah blah. but anyways, i’ve had this idea for literal months now and i want to finally try and do it. 

what i want to do is do episode by episode analysis/summaries/talking things for rucas!! i’m really thinking i might do a podcast kind of thing where i go through each episode and talk about important moments, the best moment, underrated moments, and what the episode kind of contributes to the rucas storyline as a whole. i kind of have a outline of what each podcast would consist of and i’m really excited about it. i also know that not every episode of gmw would warrant it’s own podcast, but i think i would group those ones together so i can still talk about them!!

like for example, i think world, boy and sneak attack are all important enough to get their own podcast, but father and truth have moments, but aren’t really important enough as a whole, so they would be grouped together, if you know what i mean??? 

but anyways!! the point of this long as post is i’m wondering if this is something that you guys would be interested in?? if there are people who are interested, i’ll definitely do it, because i’m excited. so let me know!! also hit me up with any ideas you might have!!! thanks fam!!! 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering, is if safe to carry small crystals and minerals on an airplane? How can I clean them so they don't get taken away? Thank you!!!

I’ve actually traveled internationally with some shells/rocks. The best advice I can give you is what the guy at customs told me. Their main concern was for things living on/in them.Be sure to sterilize your items before packing them. Give them ample time to dry out properly. Pack them in a ziplock and keep them somewhere for easy access just in case they ask to see them. This worked for me and I had no issues. Safe travels. Good luck! 

If you have anymore questions, Feel free to ask. 

Note: Please make sure this is appropriate for cleaning the specific minerals that you have as you probably wouldn’t want to boil Halite or something of that sort.
Bound to Please - paxton1976 - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Bound to Please - Teardrop

Hope you guys like this chapter.  Keeping my notes brief since I have the flu and want to go back to sleep.  See ya on the flip side ;)


Chapters: 10/45
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri & Victor Nikiforov
Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Mari, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice), Vicchan (Yuri!!! on Ice), Phichit Chulanont, Lee Seung Gil, Christophe Giacometti, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Mila Babicheva, Georgi Popovich, Jean-Jacques Leroy
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Bookstore, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Meetings, First Impressions, Yuuri owns a bookstore, viktor is a professor, Book Hunt, Vicchan Lives, Getting to Know Each Other, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Light Angst, Poetry, Slam Poetry, First Dates, Developing Relationship, Holiday Plans, Slow Admittance of Feelings, Feelings Realization, Anxiety, Social Anxiety, Supportive Viktor, Expressive Poetry, Admitting Feelings Through Poetry, class presentation, Music to Express Feelings, Connections

Viktor assigns the class an atypical assignment and Yuuri blows him away with his interpretation.

Viktor finished handing out the essays and turned around, digging through his briefcase. He found the folder he was searching for and pulled it out, leaning against the desk and opening it. He looked around the class and saw the expectant yet hesitant stares of his students. He was known for being the professor inundating his students with the most work within the department, but he always retorted with he wanted to challenge his classes, expand their minds.

“Anyone here not listen to music?” he asked, grinning when a few students laughed, “No? Good. I want you to thank your lucky stars when you leave because this will be the easiest assignment you’ll ever receive from me. I want everyone to choose a song that applies to your life right now. Something that holds meaning, something that describes what you’re going through, something you feel. Choose the verse that means the most to you and tell me why.“


Jimin walked up to your office door. It had been about a week of you going on as acting CEO and he had been trying everything to win you over. He had given you his usual flirtatious smile, stolen glances, small innuendos, but alas, nothing was working. You were so focused on the job at hand, that you barely listened to what Jimin was truly saying. You would take down notes, call in Jin, work with the guys, but you never seemed to fall for Jimin’s advances.

It was good that you weren’t falling for his tricks, his advances were for all the wrong reasons. He wanted nothing more than to gain control of the company, and he knew that if he could just get you to become putty in his hands, he could have the documentation signed over immediately. However, as he walked into the large CEO’s office, he realized just how difficult that was with you.

You were never the type to see a guy flirting with you, your last boyfriend literally had to tell you he was flirting for you to pick up on his advances. You would shrug off a guy doing something for you as him being nice and you were kind of the girl-next-door, a bit of a plain jane. You didn’t have the greatest self-confidence, which just added to you never realizing that guys actually thought you were pretty.

When Jimin walked in, he saw you hunched over your desk, looking over various financial statements. That was something that Jimin hated to look at, he loved seeing the profit, but hated seeing the expenses that went into the checkbook. On the opposite side, you were in love with the numbers, there was something therapeutic about looking at everything add up. You scanned the documents, your glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, as you wrote a couple numbers down on a notepad. Jimin watched as your eyes seemed to scrutinize the page, he had seen so many emotions in the past week from just your gaze, but this one made him smile. It was like you were a queen on a mission, you knew you had authority and you were ready to get to the bottom of this issue.

Jimin slowly made his way closer to your desk as he continued to watch you make notes on the pad of paper. As he approached, he saw the massive sea of numbers, all of them intertwining so that the company would run smoothly.

What are you doing? His voice rang through the room and you jumped a little in your chair. Being taken out of your zone, you looked up at him erratically and scowled.

Jesus, can you at least knock when you’re coming into the office? You asked in an irritated tone. Jimin raised his eyebrows as he let out a chuckle. He had never seen you like this, you usually kept quiet, but now he saw your confidence growing as you sat before him, running your fingers through your hair and sighing heavily.

I’m sorry if I caused any issue. He said in a professional tone and you rolled your eyes.

Good, you should be. You mumbled. You always hated when people snuck up on you and Jimin looked at you incredulously.

I should be? He asked and you nodded, crossing your arms over your chest. You had just been working all morning on the financial status of the company and Jimin’s little interruption had completely taken your off kilter, sending you back a couple hours. You were just about ready to finish up the budget, but now with this train of thought lost, you were worried that it would be another hour or so before you could officially notify Jin on your accomplishments.

What do you need? You asked and Jimin saw his chances of wooing you run farther and farther away. He sat down in the chair across from your desk and looked around the office. If he ever became CEO, he would definitely do some redecorating, but as he started to scrutinize the décor, you cleared your throat. Jimin, what is it? You asked again, the irritation was palpable as Jimin sheepishly grinned at you.

Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch. He said and you tilted your head, looking back at the mounds of papers that laid before you in a chaotic pile.

Can’t we just discuss what you need here? You asked and Jimin shook his head, chuckling a little at your oversight.

No, I just thought we could grab something to eat, not talk business, maybe just get to know each other. As … friends. He paused before saying the word to give it more dramatic emphasis, but all of that was lost on you as you started to sift through the documents that sat in front of you.

Huh? You asked as you looked up at him. He shook his head, feeling a little defeated. You were not the usual girl that he dealt with at this company, the complete oblivious stare you had on your face was enough to make completely give up. Uhm, no. I’m good. I’ll just order lunch in. You murmured and looked back at the documents, seeing where you left off, you praised yourself a little before putting the pen back to the notepad. Oh, could you put the do not disturb sign on my door when you leave? I need to finish this budget. You mumbled to Jimin who shook his head a little.

As he left your office, he made eye contact with Tae, who raised his eyebrows. Jimin shook his head.

It’s like she doesn’t care. Jimin said, knowing what Tae was curious to hear about. Tae let out a hearty laugh before patting Jimin’s shoulder.

I think you found your match with her. Tae said jokingly as he moved passed his friend and towards the copy machines. Jimin stood there in a bit of a haze. Tae was right, he had met his match, but Jimin was not about to give up over something like this. He nodded to himself, promising to somehow win you over.

I will be CEO of this company. He said determinedly and went back to his office.

mistress92  asked:

Yooo! Your blog is poppin so far hun! I love it! But I see no Grillby yet~ Can we get us, uf, and sf Grillbys reaction to their cute and chubby s/o making them their favorite dinner one night after a particularly difficult day at work? Like they come home and are hit with the most tantalizing smell that immediately soothes their soul. And their s/o greets them with kisses and love~ (pamper the overworked flame men Plz!) thanks in advance hun! <3

((Sorry for my silence for a bit guys. Things with my father got even worse, so I was having trouble finding the inspiration to write, but I’ll be doing my best to catch up on the asks I have. Thanks for your patience!))

Ah, I love the flame men! They’re so amazing and sweet. I hope you enjoy!

Also enjoy some Undertale Grillby because I misread the ask wanted to.

Undertale Grillby (Grillby)

Grillby rarely ends his day on a bad note, but there was a particularly rowdy group of Humans that got what he assumed to be black out drunk before they picked a fight with some of his regulars. He tried to be nice to everyone, but that group had pushed him to the point that his flames had actually flared. He was so embarrassed from his display and angered by the Humans that he was inconsolable for the rest of the night. Cleaning took an extra hour as well, meaning that he didn’t get home until half past three. Several times he reached out to feel for your SOUL, calming himself slightly from its kindness.

As he walked in the building, the warm scent of his favorite meal and cookies oh gosh hit him and he nearly turned into a pile of pleased goo right there. The only thing that got him to keep moving into the kitchen/dining area was your soft humming that so perfectly joined with your soul’s natural beat. As he turned the corner and caught sight of you dancing around a little as you finished setting the table. He walked in, smiling softly as his flames began lowering finally. When you finally noticed him, you ran up and jumped into his arms. He happily caught you, always loving the feeling of you trusting him enough to lift you into the air. As he set you down and you peppered his face with kisses, his flames slowly turned bright blue. The fact you made his favorite meal after staying up for a ridiculously long time only made the whole night better. It was the perfect night.

Underswap Grillby (Solarflare)

There were few days that Solarflare got no business, but it had been one of those days. He was exhausted at the end of the day, though he still made an effort to give the leftover baked goods (all of them) to the local homeless shelter. When he arrived home, one of the last things he was expecting was the scent of his favorite meal aided by a couple of his favorite incenses. Once he hung up the bright blue suit jacket, he made his way to the kitchen. His flames, which had been getting smaller and smaller, now flared up. Gosh you are so gorgeous. He happily skipped inside, wrapping you into his arms and reveling in your softness. It took you a few minutes, but you finally managed to wiggle around and give him a few kisses. He let go of you, but only to crouch on the floor, his whole head flushed blue.

It might take awhile to get him out of his embarrassment, but he really appreciated everything you did for him. The next day, expect to wake up to love notes and baked goods everywhere. Solarflare likes to repay your kindness, especially since he’s on cloud nine the entire next day.

Underfell Grillby (Spitfire)

Spitfire hates having to dust Monsters in his bar. It’s a pain in the tush to clean up, not to mention several Monsters always run away during the event and don’t pay. He has to close the bar early and hunt them down so they know not to cross him ever again, but that ruins the time he planned on using to seduce you, which just makes him angrier.

When he finally gets home, Spitfire tosses his jacket onto the closest piece of furniture and starts storming to the bedroom to wake you up for reasons. He pauses at the archway into the kitchen. The scent of a meal finally hits his senses, and his flaring head starts to calm somewhat. He watches your slightly dancing form for a bit before walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

Please remind him that there’s food. He’s a little preoccupied right now.

Swapfell Grillby (Inferno)

Inferno doesn’t have good days (unless the whole day is spent with you in the house). He has not bad days and awful days, that’s about it. The day he nearly destroyed everything in his path from the fact he could barely control his flames was the worst since you’d known him. The glass of his monocle had cracked from the intense heat he was giving off, and he was a bit reluctant to return home.

As he opened the door, a surprised shout of fear sounded from the kitchen. He slammed the door shut, bolting into the kitchen. You were backed against the wall, staring at the nice candles set on the table whose flames were nearly ten times the size they should be. Oh no that was his fault. Guilt started to replace the anger as he shrunk back. When you spotted him and started toward him, he backed away. There was only SOUL in the world he couldn’t hurt. Please don’t let him hurt you. When you carefully removed the monocle and placed both hands on either side of his face, whispering sweet nothings all the while, he finally calmed down. After being distracted by your kisses for a bit, he dragged you off to the bedroom and tended to your now burned hands. Once they were bandaged, he just hugged you close and whispered how much he loved you.

You’ll get to the meal soon, he just wants to feel your SOUL and heart beat for awhile.

Ok I’m dying to get a pet and my contract says I’m not allowed but I’m hoping I can call my landlord on Monday and ask if it’s ok for me to get a fish.

Surely he’ll be ok with a fish! (Fingers crossed)

On that note I need to do tons of research about fish, so if you have any handy info for a newbie fish owner send it my way.

I’m considering a betta. I know they need big tanks of at least 5 gallons, a heater, a filter and no plastic plants.

I know that under no circumstances can they live with other fish but can they live with shrimp?

(I ask because a guy is selling a tank that meets all the requirements and has all the extra stuff a betta would need, but it comes with shrimps and obvs I don’t wanna put them at risk so if not I’ll have to look for a different seller.)

The Office (Sehun) ~Part 2

~lots of you guys requested a part two, so here it is, i hope you like it :-))

Originally posted by xosincerelya

It had been days since you had seen Sehun. Thankfully. 

You managed to give him assignments that kept him away from you after your outburst in the previous meeting. On top of the assignments, you stayed in your office, only consulting with someone when it was absolutely necessary.

Until today.

You left your office, notes in hand, shiny heels clicking on the hard tile floor as you made your way to the conference room. 

You were determined to make sure that Oh Sehun knew not to embarrass you in front of your company again. You opened the door to the room, already filled with people, and walked to your seat. Hushed whispers fell over the room, and you knew that it was in regards to your previous meeting. You sat your notes down in front of you and looked up. 

“Let’s make this quick, shall we?”

As you spoke a stiff silence fell over the room. You began to go over the information that needed to be covered, moving through everything flawlessly, until the door to the conference room opened.

Oh Sehun scrambled into the meeting, frantically running to his seat, something that was unusual for the boy who was always on time. 

“You’re late.” You say through gritted teeth.

He mumbled a ‘sorry’ before you continued to cover the information. 

“Any questions?” You asked as you closed your notes.

Sehun raised his hand and you smiled.

“No stupid questions, this isn’t high school, Oh Sehun.” You stated, causing the room to erupt in light giggles.

“I was actually going to ask how you pulled all of this off so flawlessly?”

You looked at the faces of your coworkers, who longed to be out of the meeting as much as you did. You took a hard breathe and looked back to Sehun. 

“Meeting over.”

Everyone stood up, gathering their belongings to leave. Everyone except Oh Sehun. You laughed and walked over to him, leaning down so your head was resting on his shoulder. 

“And that, Oh Sehun, is what happens when you let a woman run this company.”

Hey guys! So I’ve been trying to locate all the scenes this piece was used in and I got most but need some help with a couple parts!

0:00 - 0:42
4x03: Clarke writes Bellamy’s names down on the list

0:43 - 0:54
?????????????? In the scene it repeats the four piano notes at this spot so idk where this tidbit goes

0:54 - 2:50ish
4x03: Bellamy wakes up/”If I’m on that list, you’re on that list”/ Bellamy writes Clarke’s name down until the end of the scene Clarke leaves the room (1:02-1:11 is extended for about 11 seconds more in the scene)

2:50 - 3:47ish

4x13: Bellamy & Clarke talk/Head and the Heart/”I got you for that”

Can anyone help find the other two bits? My guess is that for 0:43-0:54, that’s how the music was written but they chose to repeat the piano part once it was paired with the footage. But I can’t figure out 2:50 - 3:47. ?

Tiny Hook

Summary: What happens when Killian drinks the potion from Wonderland? What adventures could Tiny Hook get up to?


Author’s note: This fic is inspired by the adorable and wonderful art of @tennant-the-tigger. I hope you all like this, and Julie!

This is a fic that will possibly continue into a multi chap, if you guys want more.

It was left in their house on the kitchen table. How was he meant to know better?

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REMINDER: I do NOT advise anyone to post a picture of themselves or of their TC. Stay safe and stay a secret! I don’t have a TC anymore and I am an adult so it doesn’t matter if I post a picture of myself.

So the goal was to get to 50 notes for me to post a picture of myself and you guys did it!! So this is me. The creator of tccquotes. I have been a member of the TC Community for a little over 8 years now. I am now almost 21 years old.

I hope to be living proof that no matter how things turn out, life does go on.

Oh yeah, and if anybody recognizes me… hey.

So uh

when did this happen?

ANYWAYS, I promised I’d do another art raffle!! So here it is.

Notes: Half body/headshot only, and basic backgrounds please.

Things you’ll need to tell me: What pose you want, what background, props. Please don’t say surprise me cause it’s really difficult to come up with stuff by myself.

I won’t do NSFW, furries, and OCs of yours I’ve drawn before.

I will do pretty much anything Undertale related, (not Underlust though because it doesn’t exist here) and if I’m having trouble finding a reference without… uh… too much of a certain kind of result, I may ask for a different character to draw.



Edit: I forgot to add this is gonna end in a week on June 3

Baby: “Hey guys, we’re back! Sorry for the little hiatus we took but the mun was busy. She’s still busy but we’ll try to answer questions a little more during this weekend as best as we can! Thank you for the continued support and we love you all!

“As a side note, I can’t believe we almost have 400 followers!?!? It’s insane!!!”