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Originally posted by evieshook

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anonymous asked:

Omg the yoongi drabble!!! Uhhh but i’d greatly appreciate it if you can write a scenario where yoongi is sleeping next to his gf (Other character) but y/n comes over seducing him, making him fuck y/n on the same bed that his gf is sleeping on PLEASEEEEE


➾ yoongi x reader, smut (duh)

➾ warning: infidelity, unprotected sex

“You shouldn’t do that,” Jennie is fretting and wringing her hands as she watches you finish up your makeup in the mirror. You’re just applying your final coat of mascara, making sure there are no flecks of black under your eyes, but it’s futile because you know it’s going to end up all over your face by the time you’re done with tonight. “It’s wrong, and you know it.”

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what you need

allura rejecting lance and pidge comforting him.


“You are important to me, Lance. Maybe not in a romantic way but as a good friend, as family. I hope that’s enough.”

Sadly, no, it’s not. The red paladin thought, sitting in the lounge, as Allura’s words repeated over and over in his mind.

Lance finally got rejected.

It wasn’t like he was expecting it, he just knew in the back of his mind that there was no more than a 10% chance that the princess of Altea would be interested in him. Yet it was hard to admit this to himself so he just ignored the thought and continued to try and flirt with her every two seconds.

Yes, she wasn’t the first girl who rejected him, but this was Allura. Someone who knew him well as he knew her. Someone who he bonded with and really liked. Getting rejected by Allura, for Lance, meant that even though she knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t just the goofball who flirted with every human shaped creature he sees, she still couldn’t like him back, no matter how hard he tried. Was he not likable? It wasn’t even just about Allura anymore. It was about how this rejection contributed to his already low self esteem.


His thoughts was interrupted by a familiar voice. By now he knew his teammates and their voices very well that he didn’t even need to turn around to know it was her.

“I uh… heard what happened.” Pidge said.

“And you’re to here to tease me, aren’t you?”

The green paladin then sat beside him as she simply answered. “Nope.”

“Well then, since you’re here, do you mind answering a few questions? I want you to be really honest.” Not that she wasn’t brutally honest already anyway.

“Okay?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Why do you think Allura doesn’t like me?–”

“Because you’re annoying–”

“Let me finish. As I was saying, am I not likable? Is it because I have the loverboy aura? I mean I may flirt with a lot of people but trust me all I ever wanted was Allura. I thought we were soulmates.”

There was that familiar pain in her chest again.

The room was filled with nothing but silence after that. Pidge might be the most straightforward and honest person in the castle but she wasn’t the best at giving advice.

Especially when she herself was experiencing rejection in the most indirect yet painful way. Seeing the person she liked so broken because of the person he liked was torture.

But it wasn’t about her. It was about him, Lance.

She must had been quiet for longer than she should for concern was obvious in his tone when he called. “Pidge?”

She took a deep breath before speaking. “Whenever me and Matt would ask for something silly, our mom would always tell us, sometimes what you want isn’t exactly what you need.” She finally looked at him, her eyes meeting his blue ones. “Don’t you think that applies to soulmates and all that romance stuff too?”

Lance only blinked at her, a somehow invitation for her to elaborate.

“To put it simply, as much as you want her to be, maybe Allura just isn’t the one or your soulmate? or whatever you wanna call it. I don’t know much about soulmates but I do know that they’re supposed to be your other half. Meaning, they’re the one who’s going to complete you. They have everything you lack and everything you need. Someday you’re gonna meet them and they will fall in love with you, cause I hate to admit this but you’re not unlikable, Lance.”

Lance’s mouth hanged open in disbelief. It was like the world turned upside down. Pidge was giving him actual advice, a pretty good one too. It took a moment for him to finally close it and spoke. “You… you really think that?”

The soft look on his face made everything sink in. Oh my, she actually said that. He wasn’t unlikable? What was she thinking? It was basically an indirect confession! She felt her face heating up, making her nervous for she knew her face was a blushing mess.

“Y-Yeah. You may be annoying as heck but you’re also very fun to be with. You’re kind, selfless, you always know what to say, even if sometimes you would say something completely random, it’d still be helpful. You’re a great sharpshooter and a very important part of this team. You know how to cheer people up, I know because you were the only one who could make me laugh when we were at the Garrison, when I was at my lowest. You’re very much likable and I’m probably rambling now aren’t I?”

“You are.” Lance chuckled and smiled fondly, his heart racing at her words. “But thanks, Pidge.”

The Recruit (Chapter 20) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 84″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Peter Collins & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and PTSD and just a lot of yelling at cursing… my bad.

Author’s Note: y/f/i = your first initial, y/n/n/= your nickname

Summary: Dan Brunski, the man who sexually assaulted and attacked Y/n, returns to The Barn and throws everyone’s lives into chaos.

Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-One

Originally posted by sangster90-tmr0516

“Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back.” Stan slowed his speech and clapped his hands in front of him. He glanced around the group, a mischievous smile on his face. He inhaled deeply and then spoke again. “Alright. First of all, many of you may have noticed, we have a familiar face joining us. I hope you’ll all welcome back Dan Brunksi to the group.” There was a smattering of applause throughout the group, causing Stan to briefly pause.

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A New Chapter (Ch. 2): Saying Goodbye Pt. 1

Characters: Dean Winchester x Platonic!Reader, Sam Winchester x Platonic!Reader, Dean Winchester x Mia Walker (OC)

Length: 1645+ words

TW: Dean being a jerk! 

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“Hey, Sam, can I ask you something?” Y/N asked once they sat down for breakfast.

“Sure. What’s up?”

She put the piece of paper of her ideas on the table, directing it towards him. “I want to go to college, and move out of here, but I was wondering if you could help me? I’m not sure if everything I want to do is possible… Especially if I’ll be doing it alone.”

“Wait- Wh- Alon-” Sam furrowed his eyebrows, taking the piece of paper, and reading through it. “Get a job, apply for college, and get an apartment. That sounds reasonable, but…”

“I’m not doing this to avoid Dean,” she said quickly. “I just think I need to learn to live by myself, you know? I need to move on from all of this, and it sucks because I don’t want to leave you guys, but I think it’ll be for the best.”

“I understand,” Sam said. “It’s not healthy to keep you locked up in here forever. You’ll keep in touch, right?”

“Of course. I don’t think I can cut you guys out of my life forever.”

Sam got up, and pulled her to a strong hug. “God, I can’t believe I’m letting you go like this.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled against his chest. “I just don’t think I can stay here forever. I want to, but-”

“You don’t have to explain anything.” He rubbed her back comfortingly, blinking back the tears. “You’re gonna do so well out there.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

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Can you do something on Harry being a stay at home dad while your career is a bit demanding?? That would be amazing

Since I was little and sat on the hood of my dad’s truck while he blasted Fleetwood Mac, The Stones, and The Who all I ever wanted was to be part of the creation of classics that shaped the lives of people who listened to it.  Being a Music Producer was my passion.  A passion I threw every part of myself into.  

And it paid off.  By the time I was 21 years old, I was working with some of the best in the business.  And I was something of a name myself, given that I was a woman in a mostly male line of work.  

I was introduced to Harry Styles, youngest member of One Direction at an industry party.  His friend, Jeff; who would become his manager, kept me occupied all night discussing his vision (which I would come to learn was Harry’s vision) for Harry’s solo career.  I have to admit I was intrigued.  Jeff had a way of making things sound too good to pass up.  Harry pretty much stayed to himself all night on the other side of the room, I can only remember saying a couple words to him.  But I left that night a little more jazzed than I would have otherwise.  Industry parties were boring as shit, but this one left me feeling excited.

Harry called me a few days after that.  We had a fabulous discussion about a few of the songs he’d already written.  And at the end of the conversation he flat out said he hadn’t called to talk to me about his album, he wanted to ask me out.

I was speechless.  But I accepted.

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Just us

Originally posted by effindivergenteric

Prompt 11: Eric Coulter

No games. No one else. Just you.”


Y/N- Your name

H/C- Hair color

E/C- Eye Color

Tagging- @wynterrobin @buried-in-books @imnotafraid4

Sorry, that it’s been so long. But finals and projects have been killing me. I hope it’s okay!

She rubbed her face, before sending a glare towards the weak initiates. The two on the mat, were so weak they made her want to slam her head against the wall. She had no idea how Four handled them, and how weak they were and spineless they were.

“Off the mat and line up,” She shouted, going over to walk in front of them, keeping the glare to show how pissed off she was. “You guys can’t even handle fighting each other, it’s pathetic. I feel like I’m training children, not young adults who want to be dauntless soldiers.” She stopped in front of the beefiest boy, gesturing for him to head to the mat. She glanced back at the initiates deciding to take a page out of Eric’s book. She snapped her fingers at the small Candor boy.

Y/N moved back to her place, watching the two in the middle eye each other. “The first to get knocked out, wins.” She knew from the Candor boy was scared by the way he was trembling slightly. “FIGHT!”

She watched the scene unfold before her, shockingly amazed at the Candor boy. “You seem more on edge than usual,” She heard voice come from behind her, leaning against the wall next to her.

“They are going to fail. They don’t listen, they don’t want this. I feel like Eric should be in here to scare them shitless,” She commented seeing the Candor boy get knocked down. “How do you do it? The Dauntless born have more of a drive then this bunch.”

“Patience, and sticking them on each other helps. If they fail, they fail. As for Eric, becareful what you wish for,” His eyes darted toward the door where Eric was walking in.

Her eyes trained back towards the initiates on the mat. She smirked when she saw the Candor boy still fighting, against the beefy kid. The smirk disappeared once the beef kid knocked the Candor boy out. She watched the beefy kid smirk down at the Candor boy, while she grew more angry. She gave him that win. She walked towards the the cocky kid. “Who’s next?”

The kid smirked at her, while she raised an eyebrow at him. “Who do you want?” She watched as he pretended to look at the initiates before he chose her. She smirked, nodding bending down to take her boots off.

“Y/N, what are you doing,” Eric called, while she stepped on the mat already knowing the beefy kids weakness.

“Showing the weak what strong looks like.” She murmured keeping her eyes on the kid. “Same rules still apply. Four, you can all out.”


She darted towards the guy kicking out his legs. She let him get up, while still on the balls of her feet. “C’mon, you wanna get cocky after I gave you a win.” She sent her foot crashing to his face, when he ran at her. Y/N watched the blood gush from his nose with a sickly satisfaction. “Hurry up, decide. Decide if you want to get up and go out like a soldier, or cower like the coward you are!” He ran at her with a yell, while she ducked missing his sloppy punches. She grasped his arm, before she slammed her fist into his face. “We raise fighters,” She grabbed his hair bringing his face into her knee. “Fight like a goddamn soldier,” She slammed her knee into his face again, while the beefy kid gave up slumping. “Pathetic,” She left him kneeling, before she sent her foot flying into his face again, knocking him out. She glared at the initiates, “who’s next?”

Y/N wanted to scream when the dinner alarm rang. “Alright! You’re dismissed!” Eric’s voice called while Four came forward handing me my boots.

“I think next year, I’m going to the Dauntless born. They’re weak and they refuse to allow us to mold them,” She hissed, lacing her semi dirty boots. “What do you want Eric?”

He sent her a predatory like grin, before he glared at Four. “Beat it Stiff.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, before standing up. “Four, save me a seat. But please not by the initiates.” She asked, while he nodded raising an eyebrow at Eric. He moved away from us heading towards the door. “What do you want?”

He still had the sly smirk on his face. “You looked hot beating the initiate up,” He moved so he was close to her, she could smell the soap and the slight hint of smoke.

“What do you want Eric,” She recited seeing his new tattoo editions. “I’m hungry and I really don’t feel like standing here listening to you spout bullshit.”

“Max said we have to go on  a raid tonight,” Eric grinned like the sick bastard he was. Only he could get joy out of taking more from those who had nothing. “I mean I know you had nothing planned so I told Max that you’d be the other leader along side me.”

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. She was irritated that he had just offered her up when she was busy tonight. “I actually was busy tonight, but since you need the best I guess I can cancel. Anything else?”

“You busy? Right,” He laughed while she turned towards the door. “What were you planning on actually going out tonight?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” She hissed back seeing his stupid smirk still on his face. “God, you’re such an ass and I have no idea how I consider you a friend.”

“Where you actually going to go out tonight,” She saw his face turn serious, leaning against the table. To her he actually seemed upset at the thought of her actually having a life.

“Yeah, Danny invited me to have a drink. So I thought why not,” She shrugged, thinking of the dark haired guy who always worked on her tattoos. “But I can go tonight.”

“Forget it,” He snarled, pushing past her towards the door. Her own anger sparked and she reached out grabbing his arm.

“What the hell is up with you,” She hissed, unfazed by his pissed off demeanor. “Seriously, why the hell are you upset that for once I have-”

She was cut off short by large hands grasping her face and pulling her into a searing kiss. She froze at first unable to move, but she relaxed into him gripping him closer getting lost in his harsh yet soft lips. Before he pulled away, “That’s why.” She watched him walk off, while she stayed silent still in shock that he had kissed her and she had kissed him back.

She sat beside Four lost in her thoughts. “What’s wrong with you?” She looked up seeing Four’s curious brown eyes. “You’re usually not this quiet.”

“I have to do something tonight, and I have to cancel with Danny. I would ask you to help, but I know you don’t like raids,” It wasn’t a total lie, but she wasn’t Candor so it shouldn’t matter.

Four gave her a look as if he didn’t believe her, but he dropped the subject. She looked up seeing Eric and Max, Eric met her eyes before rolling them. Typical ass. “Y/N!” She jumped when an arm was thrown across her shoulders and green eyes stared at her. “Are you still up for tonight?”

She glanced away from Eric smiling at the tattoo artist. “Sorry, but something urgent came up. I’m needed somewhere else.”

“Bummer,” Danny grinned, but the look in his eyes dimmed. “Maybe next time?”

“Yeah,” She smiled back, while sliding her chocolate cake over to Four. “I’m going to go get ready for tonight. “See you Danny.” Y/N left the table trailing her fingers over her lips, no matter what she did, she could still feel Eric’s lips.

She frowned to herself, she was acting like some teenage child, unlike the adult soldier she was. She sighed grabbing her clothes changing into something darker for tonight. She refused to let this get to her, there was an assignment that needed to be done and she was going to get it done, no matter how much she hated raiding the Factionless.

Y/N sighed waiting for the others getting prepared, while waiting for Eric to show. “Was it just me or was the chocolate cake extra good tonight,” Jake grinned tossing his arm over her shoulder. She grinned at him, before remembering that she had given her cake to Four. “C’mon Y/N, where’s my chocolate buddy at?”

“Enough, the train will be here in three minutes,” Eric yelled while she yawned into her shoulder. The lack of sugar made her tired. “Tired L/N? Maybe you shouldn’t go,” Eric sneered pushing past her shoulder harshly.

She rolled her eyes debating whether or not to shoot him in his leg. She shrugged Jake’s arm off, breaking into a run when she saw the train. She grabbed the door, hauling herself in sitting on one of the boxes. She watched Eric haul his ass in before shooting a death glare at her. Once everyone was in, Eric growled out what the plan was. They would all be paired into two, each of them searching the factionless for any contraband. She stood up, standing next to Eric. “Are you going to be pissy throughout this whole thing?”

“Shut the fuck up,” He glared at her, moving towards Zora. “You’re with me,” He growled out standing next to her, while she batted her eyelashes at him.

Y/N rolled her eyes again. Sick bastard. “Jake, you better not get me killed.” She looked over to her left seeing Jake’s twitchy self.

She crouched behind a crate shielding herself from the bullets. The Factionless had gotten their hands on guns and they were picking them off one by one. She frowned seeing Jake’s limp body, before looking to see if there was anyone around her. She grumbled when she noticed that she was alone, she was probably going to die here. She breathed in calming her mind, before she stood up aiming, shooting down a few Factionless. She ran ducking away from the flying bullets, she cried out when she felt pain on her right leg. Y/N dragged herself behind the wood boxes, trying to calm herself down. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to make it out alive, but she wasn’t going to give up. She ripped her shirt tying it around her wound on her lower leg, before checking how many bullets she had left. Shit. She only had 10. Ten fucking bullets. She could heard the crunch of gravel behind her and from the sound of it, it was more than ten people. She tensed and aimed her rifle, before bright lights were shining on her. She let go of the rifle when she saw some of her friends.

“What the hell too you guys so long,” She hissed, standing up. “I was almost out of bullets.”

Y/N watched Four step forward grasping her before she lost her balance. “We lost Jake. I don’t know where the others went, but most followed Eric.”

“Why didn’t you,” The short blonde haired girl snapped. “Jake was probably killed because of you.”

“You dumb shit, he got wounded in the leg. Unlike you I stay with my partner.” She hissed lunging forward while Four held her back.

She smirked before Max sent her a death glare.  “Four, take her to the vehicle.” Four nodded and began hauling her weight towards the truck. “And Y/N, don’t punch and kick any of the staff.”

Y/N still had her eyes on the blonde girl. “At least we know she would never make it in leadership.” She made sure her voice was loud enough so that the ugly blonde heard her. Y/N smirked in triumph when the blonde shot a death glare at her. As if it would scare her. “Great now I have to be weak in front of the initiates.”

Four rolled his eyes hauling her up into the truck, ordering them to return back to the Dauntless HQ. “Are you going to be friendly or do they have to sedate you?”

She glared at him while he sent her a smirk. “What do you think?”

She opened her E/C eyes, damning Four internally for letting them sedate her. She glared at the harsh white lights, sitting up. She looked around the room seeing a few injured Dauntless laying in the other beds. She made a move to get up, only for her to curse at the pain radiating up her leg. She sighed grabbing the sweats that were beside her, she whimpered lowly while she struggled to put on the stupid sweats.

“What the hell are you doing,” She dropped the sweats cursing Eric internally when she realized she couldn’t reach the sweats. She heard his boots against the floor, not looking at him in her weakened state. “You need to be resting.”

“I need to go home,” She whispered looking down at the sweats. This is one place she dreaded with all of her heart. This is where she was brought when her parents died, she hated the clean smell and the bright lights. This place was death to her and she wanted out.

“You wouldn’t be here if you would’ve just-” Eric bent down grabbing her sweats, offering them up to her. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” She hissed grabbing her sweats going back to struggling to put her pants on. Eric sighed grabbing her sweats back from her grasping her injured leg lightly before pulling her sweats up. “I didn’t need your help, I would’ve did it eventually.”

“Well I just did it for you, so how about a thank you,” Eric grinned grabbing her boots, helping her put her feet in. Once her feet were in he tried to help her up, but she shoved his arm away moving to get down. Falling forward, with a yelp she braced herself for the pain. She hit the floor with a thump, breathing fast trying to control the pain. “Are you ready for my help now or do you still wanna be stubborn? Your choice.”

“You’re such as ass,” She whimpered while she felt his arms grasp her up, holding her to his chest. “Just please get me out of here,” She breathed blinking away the tears. He nodded, hauling her into his arms carrying her. She clenched her teeth together, knowing how weak she was and the way he was carrying her made her seem even more helpless than she felt.

Eric set her down on her couch, before sitting on her coffee table raising an eyebrow at her. She held his gaze, while he leaned forward pushing her hair away from her face. “I’m sorry you got shot.”

She blinked a few times before she tried not to look shocked. He was never one to apologize. “Unexpected things happen when the Factionless are involved. It’s not your fault.” She yawned, blinking tiredly.

“You should get some rest,” Eric murmured moving to help her up.

She pushed his hands away, gesturing for him to sit down. “Just stay here with me.” He raised an eyebrow at her, before shrugging his shoulders sitting beside her. She leaned into him, feeling him tense slightly. “I’m hoping your done being an ass so we can talk..”

“Talk about what? I kissed you, you kissed back. Done,” He said, moving slightly so she was more comfortable. “I’m here with you so you know where I stand.”

“Say it… I want you to say it,” She glanced up at him, before laying back down on him.

“I want you,” His voice made her smile before she lifted herself onto his lap, wincing at her pain. “No games. No one else. Just you.” He placed his hand on her cheek.

“Just me, huh?” She couldn’t help but grin, while she set her hand on his. “Let’s try this then. No one else, just us.”

Don’t speak//Rick Grimes

Request: Can you do a Rick Grimes imagine where he’s in love with the reader but hesitates to say anything because he thinks she is too young for him, and he feels like since he is the leader of the group he can’t focus on a relationship, until one day he just can’t hold it in any longer

Warnings: none

Originally posted by starkchemistry101


Rick often watched y/n, not in a weird way but in a cute school boy crush way. He stood at the age of 43 while she was a little more than half that at 27. He often thought back on when they first met. It was way before safety was in sight for the group. They were on the road after losing the farm. That was a rough time for Rick to find someone that didn’t piss him off, he was on edge, but she somehow didn’t make him mad at all.

“H-hello?” A quiet voice sounded like yelling among the silence of the group.

They had been on the road for about eight months. Lori nearing her due date, Rick was stressed. The group didn’t want to take chances, Randall had been a hassle they didn’t want to deal with and repeating it wasn’t an option.

y/n had been running for a while, she saw their group enter this house and she followed. She hoped they were good people. Her gun was in her holster but hand stayed on it firmly. She wasn’t weak, but she did need help, she didn’t know how much longer she could go on alone.

“I’m alone” She spoke once again. 

Rick looked at everyone, their eyes were trained on him. It wasn’t a democracy, Rick had said it himself. He huffed and looked at the ground, he knew that’s why they didn’t speak. Everyone was too scared to speak up due to his big outburst.

“Jesus” Rick sighed.

They hadn’t faced this problem in so long but knew it’d come up. It would only be a matter of time before she came looking and they weren’t far from the entrance. He stood up, his colt python in hand but not raised. He walked out to the foyer and saw her.

It was so wrong but Rick thought she was gorgeous. He had been in a marriage for years but lately they lost their spark. But y/n, she made him feel something he had been missing for a while now. They kind of just looked at each other, hands on guns but never ready to fire.

“I’m y/n” She spoke hoping he’d trust her enough and take her in.

“Who are you?” He asked, the words that just left her lips weren’t enough.

“y/n, I’m alone and I just need some help”

“That’s asking a lot. I don’t know you”

“I don’t know you. I’m a 23 year old female and you’re a male. I think I’m at the bigger risk here”  She said raising her hands.


That was before Lori died, before Judith, before Alexandria, before Jessie and before Negan. He liked her then and through all that, he never found her leaving his mind. That’s love. He loved her and she had no clue, he thought. He also never thought that y/n had similar thoughts towards him.

y/n felt the same, but she doubted he’d ever like her. She was so young and clumsy. Rick was mature and a leader, he’d never go after her. From the moment they saw each other, neither felt a threat from the other. She had been with Rick from that moment, all his decisions unless he was out of line, y/n reigned him back in. She just wished that he’d see how bad she wanted him.

One night Rick was sitting on his porch, thinking about her of course. He really thought about telling her but doubts filled his mind. She was too young for him. He couldn’t with all the stress of leading. Negan was gone but there are other threats outside of him. Keeping Alexandria standing, walkers, supplies and more. He didn’t want to drag her into all of his mess. Maybe she didn’t want to be with someone older. Maybe she didn’t want the responsibility of kids. Maybe she couldn’t handle being with the leader, he was always so busy and preoccupied. 

“Rick” y/n shouted at him, she had said it twice before but Rick didn’t respond.

“Yeah” He answered snapping out of his thoughts and standing up.

“Just saying good night, I was passing by on my way home”

“Actually, I” Rick started to speak but stopped himself.

“Yeah?” She asked.

“Nothing, good night, y/n”

She turned on her heel to keep walking. She thought that just maybe Rick would’ve said something. That’d be her chance to say how she felt too, but he didn’t. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned to see Rick. He was out of breath. he had ran to catch up with her.

“y/n, I held it in long enough. I like you a whole lot, maybe even love. But I don’t want to burden you with my kids, or my leadership or maybe you don’t like our age difference or damn, maybe you don’t even like me at all but I can’t hold it in anymore” He spilled it all out into the open. 

“I-It’s okay” She spoke, a huge smile filled her face and Rick smiled looking at her like that “I like you too, from the beginning when I first saw you. I-I don’t know what to say”

“Then don’t speak” He whispered before crashing his lips to hers.

He held her close to him, finally getting to hold her like this. He didn’t ever want to let go. She pulled away looking up at him with wild eyes.

“Stay at my place tonight, we don’t have to do anything, just lay with me” He spoke.

“Yes, of course. Carl?” She asked.

“He should be asleep, and if not, I don’t think he hates you or anything”


They walked into his house. Regular steps in relationships didn’t apply in the apocalypse. He showed her to his room and tossed her a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. She just looked at him with a smile, glad they finally were together.

“What?” Rick asked, smile on his face.

“I’m just happy to be here, with you. Don’t know if I can sleep, I don’t wanna miss a second of this, you”

He unbuttoned his shirt. She saw an old gunshot wound on him, she winced at it. She walked to him and touched it.

“What happened?” She asked, looking at him.

“Long time, way before we met. I was shot, you know, cop stuff” He laughed.

She ran her hands around to his back and held him close. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

“I’ve gotta get dressed so we can lay down” He laughed at how she wouldn’t let go.

“Of course” 

She turned so her back was to his. She dressed into the clothes that he gave her and turned. he was in bed already. She crawled into bed and laid next to him, her head on his chest. She listened to his steady heartbeat and breath, tracing his faint ab lines.

“Goodnight, Rick” She whispered, closing her eyes.

“Goodnight, y/n” He responded, wrapping an arm around her.


@sparklebutter @littlemisscaptainfandom @mariacroftt @rainbow-unicorn-pony

It was when Diana was on in SA. Somebody tweeted her to please say hello to Sam and Cait and she replied you will hear from them later.

Also, if you followed the drivers then you knew that they going to be at T2. They weren’t subtle about it. 

I didn’t see this back then, or at least I don’t remember to so when I saw this message I went to check and first thing I notice is my twitter search gives me Diana’s tweet on Friday 31st of March and the rugby pic on Saturday the 1st of April. I don’t know how many days she spent on set or if her visit was just that day (Sam posted she was there on set on the 31st March too) buy based on all this my guess is she visited on 31st March, they took the IG pictures and shot the video where she appears with Sam and Cait on the boat talking to fans and that’s what she meant by them saying hi a little later. She didn’t say later today, just a litter later which could have been April 3rd when all the IG posts happened on Starz account. My point it since neither took place right after her tweet her words could apply to both our guesses and honestly it makes more sense that she would know about those pictures and videos on set than she would about a rugby game selfie. 

Also no, I didn’t follow the drivers either but I admited we had been warned about the T2 appearance. Still I bet reading whatever they wrote no one guessed beforehand Sam and Cait were gonna show up, let alone pose together like that. I know what you are hinting at and well if you wanna look at it all that way, which you can of course, you gotta admit then S&C would be active players playing the shipping game, and doesn’t give any of them a good look…
My point is I do believe they are together and these two appearances we mention were genuine but if you contemplate the staged PR card then you gotta remove the delusional tag from shippers cause you gotta admit there would have been a misleading hand driving all this and games being played. Can’t have it both ways, saying all this is staged promo for the show then blame people for infering they kinda go on dates on their free time.

anonymous asked:

I've seen some people say that lapis shouldn't be in a relationship because her character arc is her getting her freedom. And I guess people think peridot would weigh her down. I don't agree with this mindset and I wanted to hear your thoughts.

I strongly disagree with that argument too.

Ok, so let’s just look at something for a second - a quote from Peridot in Earthlings

“[Earth]’s not a shell, there’s so much life.  Living here, that’s what I’m doing!  I’m living here!  I’ve been learning new things about myself all the time!  Like how I can make metal do my bidding!  The point being Earth can set you free”

Do you see the key part of that quote there?

“Earth can set you free”!

That’s exactly what it’s already done for Lapis - it’s become her home now.  She’s got the freedom that was previously taken away from her time and time again.

And do you wanna know something?  Being in a relationship doesn’t take your freedom away or “weigh you down” or any of the rest of it.  Au contraire.  From my own experience of being married, there are things I’ve done and places I’ve visited that I never would’ve even considered without my husband!  If anything, sometimes relationships can enhance your freedom - and give you someone else to enjoy it all with :)  There’s no reason whatsoever why this logic can’t be applied to Lapis and Peridot - I mean, we’ve already seen how much happier they are when they’re together, for a start.

anonymous asked:

A lot of people praise the Pain arc for the fights and Pain himself for his ideology and being an actual foil to Naruto. Are their any highlights and downsides of the Pain arc that you've addressed before? (Sorry for the barrage of questions, I just love hearing what you have to say!)

Pain arc started ok, had a good middle then pretty much went to hell with the Ame orphans flashback.

Like most things in Naruto, the flashback sounded good but the execution was dreadful.

Nagato’s backstory included dead parents, a dead puppy and a dead friend, he was behind the death of who knows how many people, including the man that had been his teacher (which could have been interesting if Kishimoto had used this as Nagato wanting revenge for Jiraiya abandoning him and his friends, but that was barely explored). You’d think that somebody like him would be hard to convert… then Naruto reads him some self insert badfic and he’s “ur right mate, i was so wrong let’s be besties also i’ll go die now”. Then he uses phoenix down on the people he killed, nobody dies and the emotional punch is gone.

Konan is… a female character in Naruto so I should have known better than to expect anything. Her life revolved around her male teammates from her first to her last panel. She easily forgave Naruto for killing the friend she had followed to hell and back, then went back to Rain to make things better for peopl… HA no not really she went to prepare a super trap for Tobidara that didn’t work because ha ha you think Kishi is gonna let a girl defeat an Uchihahaha, good joke. For some reason she didn’t destroy Nagato’s eyes knowing Tobidara rly rly wanted them for rly rly bad stuff but I guess lack of common sense is mandatory if you wanna apply to Akatsuki.

Ironically, since Yahiko died pretty early in his freedom fighter career, there wasn’t much left to ruin, unless you count his body spending the next 20 sth years as the walking dead doing the bidding of the traumatized friends he had tried so hard to protect.

As for Pain/Nagato’s ideology… it… yeah, it was kinda silly, I think Danzou was a much better foil for Naruto.

The invasion itself was a waste, way to have several villains your secondary characters can fight and… only using like three characters.

Still, there were some good things in the arc, the Pain vs Jiraiya fight, the aftermath of his death, Tsunade being a boss and saving the village, Hinata’s confession (though that had its own issues), 6tailed Naruto kicking Pain’s ass, the village finally aknowledging Naruto, Sakura and Hinata proving people that think they hate each other wronggggg.

when the world was at war we kept dancing - wanda maximoff x reader

fandom: the avengers/wanda maximoff

word count: 968 words

character pairings: wanda maximoff

warnings: feels. uhhh i didn’t proofread soOOooO

prompt: the moment two women in love received the best news of their life (the moment the supreme court declared same-sex marriage legal in all fifty states) 

notes: anyways i wrote this because i wanted to. representation matters & if ur bothered by this because it insinuates a relationship between two women, feel free to, y’know, block me or somethin. yeah. anyways, i just got my laptop back so i’ll start workin on requests n stuff. <33333333 (also go buy lust for life on itunes !!!)

The moment gay marriage became legal in all 50 states.


You loved Wanda more than anything.

That wasn’t an overstatement. In fact, saying that you just loved her seemed like an understatement. You lived to love her, and that was that.

The two of you had been together for quite a while. A relationship with Wanda was all you’d ever wanted, and now that you had it, it seemed as though the world went ‘round for you. But there was something that the both of you wanted, but couldn’t quite have just yet.

“I don’t know why we need a paper from city hall officiating our love,” you said to her one night while you were braiding her hair. “You know I love you, I know you love me, so what’s the big deal?” You were never one to dream of a wedding. Marriages had always seemed so social construct-y to you, anyways.

“It just feels special,” Wanda insisted, waiting for you to tie the end of her braid before turning around and looping her arms around your neck. “I kinda can’t wait to pick out a ring for you and let everyone know your mine.” You brushed your nose against hers, smiling softly.

“Well, if that’s what you really want,” you murmured, leaning closer to her. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to buy a pair of rings, just in case congress wants to legalize our marriage any time soon.” And the two of you laughed, and kissed, and you fell asleep a little more in love with her than when you woke up.

Currently, the two of you were sitting in the living room of the Avengers tower, holding onto a bowl of cereal with Wanda’s head in your lap. The two of you were watching the news- a rare occurrence, in the household. This was something you never seemed to have the time for, but today felt like a day to do something mundane, for once.

It didn’t take long for the other Avengers to wake up, and slowly make their way into the dining area where you and Wanda were cuddled.

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Fire [Jasmine Cephas-Jones x Reader]

Summary: Reader meets Jasmine on the bathroom of a club and she’s as captivating as she can be.

Word count: 906

Warnings: none? small allusion to smut in the end but that’s it.

A/N: my first wlw fic, it was about time! i’ve always wanted to write for jasmine and i’m really happy this idea came so easily to me. this def has space for a part two, so if you guys like it please let me know!

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The beat was starting to give you headaches. You were always the one for clubbing, but tonight there was nothing, or no one, really appealing about it. As you made your way through the mass of people from one side of the dance floor to the bathroom on the other, avoiding people with drinks and holding tight to your purse. The bathroom was weirdly quiet, sound proof doors keeping most of the noise outside.

“I’m not saying you should go home with him, Sabrina.” You smiled at the girl who was talking to the other as you came in. They talked while the other was on the stall, leaving the girl with curly brown hair and powerful eyes outside, leaning against the door. “But if you want to go, just go! You, don’t you think she should go home with him?”

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etheirse  asked:

How about Mikasa,Annie,Ymir,and Christa playin a game of DnD that gets gayer every encounter?

Mikasa glanced at her girlfriend, trying to fight a smile at the exasperated look on her face. “Babe, you look so done.”

“I am so done.” Annie threw her hands up in the air. “How do we progressively make this campaign gayer every damn time?”

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Word count: 4.300
Warnings: Smut
A/N: Yeah umm I don’t know what happened xD Naji and I were talking about oneshot ideas and this is what become of it.


Most people don’t believe in them, but to your kind, they were important, very much so. As werewolves, your soul mates are your other half. They are the person you would spend eternity with and when you find them, you’d know. When you were a little girl, your parents often said that your soul mate would be powerful. Since your parents were alphas when they had you, you were born an alpha. There are three classes of werewolves, Alpha, Omega/Beta and Rouge. Alphas are the leaders of the pack and have absolute authority. They are very powerful and their senses are 2x better than the average werewolf’s. Betas and Omegas are a majority of the population and are very normal. Their senses are better than the average human but not as good as the alphas. The lowest level are the rouges. They were either kicked out of their packs or they broke pack rules. They were what people would call “lone wolves.” Even though you still follow the ways of your kind, you’re still like any other human being. With the exception of your heats. Both male and female werewolves have to go through this, and you usually only get it 2-3 times a year. It goes on for about a week and it’s like being super horny for 24 hours, for 7 days straight. Since there’s such a high chance of your kind going out and fucking a human of the opposite sex, they keep you chained up and away from people. If a werewolf has their mate, they’d usually help each other out during these times, if not they spent the whole  week in  a dark room alone, the feeling of your body being on fire.

As you’re sitting at your medium sized wooden desk, your stomach made a sound that sounded much like a growl. You had been so busy studying for the test you had tomorrow, that you didn’t realize how late it was. You sigh and close the 600 and something paged text book. After cleaning up your desk a little bit, you get up and stretch. Grabbing your phone and stuffing it into your pocket, you walking out of your bedroom and into the kitchen. When you get there, you go straight to the fridge to see what you have. Opening the fridge and looking around, you know you have enough ingredients to make a decent meal. You pull everything out and place it on the counter before you start to cook. Once you’ve finished, you grab the plate of food and go back to your room, shutting the door behind you. After sitting down and eating, you go back to your desk and start to write out more notes

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I got two friends to watch Xena

1x01 Sins of the Past

*Xena grudgingly gives half a wheel of cheese to the kid whose parents she’d killed*
J: Aw.
me: He’s got half a wheel of cheese, don’t need no parents now
J: Eh, he’ll live.

*Xena saves the group of Gabrielle’s countrymen from slavecatchers*
J: Oh, it’s basically love at first sight.
me: Yeah, basically.

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Too Hot To Handle: Chapter Twenty One

So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!

***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***

Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)

Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.

Rating: Mature : NSFW **dirty dirty**

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

“We have a situation.” Jeffrey’s publicist spoke as soon as he answered his phone. Sighing, he glanced around the set and stepped away to get privacy. 

“What’s up?”

“Well…” her voice trailed off.

“I’m kinda pressed on time Kathy.”

“The good news is the announcement of your relationship has been overall positive, many already asking about a wedding.”

Jeffrey felt his neck heat at the idea, the same damn thing had been plaguing his own mind for the last week. Ever since the hot shower sex, where a vision of Aria in white permeated his brain and forced him to realize just how hopelessly in love he was with the petite beauty. 

“So what’s the bad news?”

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anonymous asked:

one of my coworkers excitedly told us he got his gf to apply to our job which makes me wanna scream cuz when hes working here he brags about how great a gf she is and how he's gonna marry her (like good for you! we don't care!). so I tried to gently tell him that management know this is his gf and won't hire her and he's like "uh but they liked her in the interview" yeah but!! they didnt call her back did they! cuz they know!! don't poop where you eat!!AHHHGH

Black Cats 1!


Peridot huffed, and kicked a small pebble into their smaller than average lake. She was upset, it was easy to see. A chilly breeze ruffled her soft blonde hair, a few red and gold leaves drifting in the wind. Something the humans called “fall” was upon them, Peridot liked this season, it was around the time when Lapis started to live in the Barn.

Speaking of her roommate… Lapis had found a small black “cat” (apparently a creature she was often compared to, she’d have a word with the Crystal Gems later) wandering around the Barn. Now, Peridot had expected this to go down much like the time they’d found a raccoon. It had gotten mean and Lapis’ water powers had made it go away. This time? No. This time, the blue gem seemed to be infatuated by the tiny monster creature, she followed it around, tried to give it water, food, toys, anything Steven suggested to her.

Peridot had been happy, Lapis found something she really liked! That was always a good thing… But now… It was all she wanted. She spent so long fawning over that damned cat, she didn’t want to watch TV, or make meep-morps, or just… Play around anymore. The small gem sat down, hugging her knees.

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“The Storm” but it’s gay now

In the beginning of the episode, everyone is envious of Alan and Carmen’s relationship generally speaking. 

Gumball - “You don’t see me and Penny acting like that!”
Idaho - “You two are so beautiful-”

However, Masami makes a comment that specifically targets Carmen,

“You’re so perfect, it makes me wanna rain on your parade until you swell up, turn brown, and rot.”

We know this applies only to Carmen because later in the episode we do see her swell up, and balloons are typically not biodegradable nor do they swell when water is applied to them.

[Image is the aforementioned moment of Carmen swelling up in the rain.]

This line is meant to be foreshadowing to the fact that Masami has a crush on Alan, and is jealous that Carmen is the one to be in a relationship with him. But this contradicts Masami’s behavior when she actually does get a chance at being with Alan.

[Image is of Alan and Masami sitting next to each other. Alan is expressing boredom / exasperation while Masami looks in the opposite direction of him, unconcerned with his going-ons.]

Here is Masami’s idea of quality time with a boyfriend. Well, not really. Truth is, she doesn’t care about spending time with Alan

[Image is of Masami bouncing Alan toward the ceiling, while Gumball observes.]

Here she is batting him away, she clearly doesn’t want him to be part of the conversation.

When she is talking to Alan, she’s fixating on the idea of a “couple’s name”. The concept of a couple’s name is irrelevant to the people who are actually in a relationship; it is something that people on the outside would care about. By “outside” I just mean the other students. Shipping your friends/classmates is a pretty invasive thing to do, however in my experience as a middle schooler, kids will do that incessantly.

Now this could also be a meta joke about fandom stuff, but my point still stands about her focusing more on outward appearances of a relationship than actually developing one with her boyfriend.

[Image is of Masami turning into a storm cloud and being agitated.]

At this point, Masami has heard two voices of discontent regarding her relationship with Alan. Alan expresses that he’s not really invested in it and is only there to put up a good image for Carmen, and Gumball expresses that he feels betrayed that Masami lied about not having that same intent. Masami easily brushes these complaints off.

It isn’t until the arrival of Carmen into the scene that Masami loses her composure. Masami believes her actions to be fueled by a love for Alan, but her focus has never been on him. Her envy for a relationship was focused on Carmen, and it is not the disapproval of her relationship with Alan that upsets Masami, but the idea that Carmen might get him back.

Basically, Masami mistakes her want for Alan and Carmen to break up as a crush on Alan. Why else would she have such a visceral reaction to Carmen’s happiness? Well, with the evidence we’ve gathered, it becomes clear that Masami is jealous of Alan’s position as Carmen’s source of happiness.

[Image is of Masami returning to being a cumulus cloud. Her expression is disapproving and snide.]

This becomes even more clear when Masami becomes disillusioned with Alan after he gives his romantic speech. Alan’s speech was cheesy and idealistic, a summation of his whole personality. It’s not like Alan hid this part of himself at any point; this shouldn’t be some kind of revelation to Masami, but it is because Masami never observed Alan; she had been too busy looking at Carmen.

[Image is of Carmen being emotionally distraught and resigning herself to sadness.]

If we go back to Masami’s ploy to be with Alan, it shows she has a deeper understanding of Carmen’s personality than Alan’s. She knew that Carmen would not, “Get angry, and fight for [her] love!” as she had led Gumball to believe she would. Masami anticipated Carmen’s reaction to finding out Alan had “moved on,” but was unable to predict that Alan could not, in fact, move on.

[Image is of Masami disapproving of Alan and Carmen while they both look at her in discomfort. For comedic purpose, I have chosen a frame wherein she looks as though she is making a puckered kissy face.]

In conclusion, Masami is a lesbian who is in love with Carmen, but still needs to work that out with herself.