When you invite me over for sex and there are other people in the house.

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Reading a really bad fanfiction: 

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DO TELL ME MORE.

YOU SO FASCINATING FATHER.

I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS POST FOR THREE YEARS TO SHOW TO HELENA AND HERE WE ARE

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Out of Ten - Sherlock x Reader

This idea came to me late, late at night.

It had become a habit, somehow for you to rate things Sherlock said on a scale of 1-10 depending on how okay they were to say. Usually, he was stuck below six.

“Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.”

“Three.” You stated, not looking up from your phone.

Sherlock sent you an apologetic shrug.

“For the sake of law and order I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship.”

“Two!” You blurted, a little shocked yourself.

“You know, (Y/n), sometimes I do wonder how this funny little scale of yours works.”  Sherlock commented one day while he sat flipping through some papers.

“Oh?” You asked, focused more on John’s blog which you were scrolling through than the current conversation.

“Yes.” He threw the papers aside, his full attention now resting on you. “For example, some things get a look of shock from most people but you only give me a six.”

“Well, like what?”

“Well,” Sherlock stood up, “Say I said, ‘Oh this murder is impressive! Beautiful! Gorgeous!’ What would you rate that?”

You laughed, closing your laptop, “Five.”

Sherlock’s eyebrow twitched, a smirk appearing on his lips.

“You aren’t as boring as I first thought.” He said, giving you an expectant sideways look.

“Eight.”

“I’ve even started to enjoy having you around.” Sherlock, strode towards you, slowly.

“Nine…” You said, a little bit confused.

“You might even say,” He said, standing over you, “That I’ve become attached to you.”

You didn’t say anything, just stared up at this strange, strange man.

“I’m going to need a rating.” Sherlock said with a smirk.

“Ten.”

“Brilliant.”

He leaned down, taking your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was fast and confusing, but it was heat and fire and electricity. It felt right, strangely, like there was no where else that conversation could have gone.

Sherlock pulled away from you, staring at you with his head tilted, pondering.

“Twelve.” You stated and a grin burst onto Sherlock’s features.

“Oh good, that’s reassuring.”

“Oh I bet.” So you leaned up and kissed him again, your smile melting into his.

Masterlist

Mrs Hudson owns a sport car which she drives far above speed limit while being on the phone with the British government listening to Beethoven after kidnapping Sherlock Holmes and having him handcuffed in her boot

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TWD Characters as Drivers

Michonne

Rick

Carl

Daryl

Carol

Sam

Sasha

Rosita

Glenn

Maggie

Abraham

Aaron

Father Gabriel

Eugene

Tara

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A Writer’s Thesaurus

Here is a massive list of synonyms for the most commonly over-used words in the English language. All sources are linked below each list if you click the bolded “x” below each individual section.

550 alternative words for “said”

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Other words for “amazing” Because we’re all a little sick of that damn word:

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Like You Mean It

Writer - @dammnwalkingdead

Requested - yes

Prompt - “Could you do a fic where the reader at the line up and Negan says he isn’t choosing her to be killed he’s choosing her to be his ‘toy’ and he gets to do what he wants with her when they work for him. And Rick tries to convince him to leave her alone because she’s only 18 but Negan doesn’t listen and because Rick spoke up he makes her kiss him in front of everyone, and when she doesn’t kiss back properly he tells her to kiss him like she means it (her hands in his hair or wrapped around his neck)” -Anonymous

Warning - swearing, threats, forcefulness, and maybe sadness??idk

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Disclaimer - I do not own any of AMC’s The Walking Dead’s characters, plots, or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of TWD.

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Summary - (Y/N) is 18 and apart of Rick’s group when Negan decides to keep her for himself, when Rick speaks up and gets himself involved.

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A/N - I made the reader and Rick have a father/daughter friendship type relationship because I felt like it would be wrong any other way because reader is 18 and Rick is assumed to be in his 40′s but if you want it a different way just message me about and I’ll change it! :) 

 Request are open :)

I sat on my knees next to Eugene, Negan has just attempted to make Rick cut off Carl’s left arm but had decided against the cruel and unforgiving act.

“Load that one up into the truck.” Negan pointed his bat at Daryl and my heart drop for Daryl was one of my closes friends.

“No. Please don’t.” I said weakly, drained from all the events that have occurred within the last 12 hours.

Negan whipped his head towards the sound of my voice, “Oh. I see, little Miss Quiet has finally found her voice, trying to save your woved ones, I see?” He mocked me as the anger grew within me.

“How about instead of taking him alone I take you too, hmm? How does that sound? I could really use a new toy.” I flinched back as he spat out toy at me, merely inches from my face.

“Please don’t. She’s only 18, she’s just a child.” Rick spoke up once again, “You’ve done enough damage to us, we’ll do whatever else you want just please, I’m begging you, don’t use her.” Rick finished and I turned my head to look at him.

Rick had been there for me since I first arrived outside the fence of the prison, wounded both mentally and physically, my previous group, my family, had been attacked by a small group who just kills and steals. They left me as a reminder to all other groups that no one is safe by carving their symbol, 2 diamonds side-by-side with a line cutting through the middle, largely into my thigh and let me go. I wondered till I found my new family which was now seeming to slowly falling apart due to the man who dared call himself a leader of saviors…

“Rick, man. I thought we’ve been over this. You’re not in charge anymore, buddy!” Negan threw his arms out to his sides the blood on his bat splattering across all of us, “We gotta shut this shit down. (Y/N)! Get up! C’mon down to the spotlight!” the devil himself finished and one his so-called saviors grabbed my arm and pushed me forwards.

I stumbled and fell once again at feet of Negan.

“C’mon Rick! Don’t be shy, you’re the one who decided to speak up.” He made a ‘come here’ motion and Rick obeyed without any fight.

“Now, since you decided to speak up, I’ll allow you to enjoy my new toy before I do offically.” He placed a hand on Rick’s shoulder as he finished and I looked at Negan very confused and scared.

“Go on now. Kiss him. I want everyone here to know that you’re mine.” Negan encouraged and I grew awkward and even more scared as he called me his.

“Let’s just get this over with (Y/N)” Rick whispered at me, sounding defeated himself as he put one of his arms around my waist and landing on the small of my back while the other hand went onto my hip and he pulled me towards him and pressed his lips to mine.

I didn’t know how to react at first but after a few seconds I put my hands of his chest unsure of what to do with them.

“(Y/N). Is that what you call a kiss?” Negan bellowed then chuckled, “C’mon, kiss him like you mean it.” 

I got over my fear and wanted this all to be over. I wanted to go home. I returned the kiss and pushed my left hand through his soft yet tangled hair and my right arm found its way to his back as I grabbed onto his jacket and pulled him closer.

“okay, that’s enough. Remember, she is mine.” Negan broke us apart and I dropped my arms back down to my sides, “Dwight. Simon. Take that one and my new toy and load them into the truck.” He pointed his bat back at Daryl.

I felt hands grab me and shove me towards the van and I was pushed in first then Daryl and he crouched in front of me in a protective manner as Dwight pointed Daryl’s crossbow at us.

I heard multiple voices saying things like

 “Please don’t!”

 “She’s only 18!” 

“They did what you wanted!” 

“Please!”

 “(Y/N)! Daryl!” 

The van doors were slammed shut and Daryl and I were left in the dark as I melted into his protective arms and began to sob as my new family disappeared from view and I was ripped away from them.