yourlastbraincell-kiwi

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Hey, y’all! I bring to you, a TCM!Johnny x Reader story. I been getting back into the game and I needed to write about him.

So I wrote this, there is a cliffhanger, but I have part 2 already started. Till then enjoy!

Pairing: TCM!Johnny x black!fem!reader

Could be some grammar errors, be warned!

“So, remind me why we’re leaving again?” I asked, as I handed Ana her bag after bag, setting it up in the trunk of the car.

“You know why we’re leaving.” Ana said, as put the last bag in and closed the trunk.

“I do know, but the police specifically told us not to pursue this on our own, but to let them handle it.”

“And they aren’t doing shit! And besides, it’s better to go there to get evidence to prove Maria is or was even there.”

“Uhuh, and where exactly is there?”

“Newt, Texas.” She said getting into the passenger seat and me in the drivers seat.

“So, you think she found a lover and they eloped and when to Texas?” I asked, looking at her.

“This is serious, okay? I want you with me cause I thought, you understood. And if you don’t then you don’t have to, I’ll find someone else to drive me.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I know how hard this must be for you. And I promise I want to go with you, to find your sister. Or hopefully some evidence to where she could have gone. Okay?”

Ana nods and looks down at her fingers trying to avoid shedding more tears than she already had, “Also, who else was gonna drive, ya?” I joke, and she rolled her eyes in annoyance, and I began to drive all the way to Newt, Texas.

———

We’ve been on the road for a little over half and hour, and I haven’t seen many houses or anything or that nature. It was very different from where I lived, but a good different.

“Hey,” I reached over to turn the radio down and asked Ana, “Do you have an idea as to where she might be?”

“Nope, but we can ask the locals.” I nodded and continued to drive when we noticed a gas station. “Stop! Stop!” She exclaimed and I stepped on the break.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling my heart beat out of my chest.

“There’s a gas station, we could ask people if they’ve seen Maria.” She said, and gave her a look before pulling into the gas station.

“You can go inside while stay here, gotta fill up the tank anyway.” She nods and we both hop out the car.

I walk to the gas pump and start to fill up my tank, waiting for Ana. I looked around the place trying to familiarize myself with this newfound area.

I then had this strange feeling that someone was watching me. I looked behind me, and found nothing. I looked in front of me, nothing.

‘I swear someone is watching me..’

I turn around and look again and noticed someone staring at me from behind a tree. I had to squint, but there’s definitely someone there. I finished filling the tank and closed it up, and began to walk closer to the tree.

“Hey. Where you going?” Ana asked, walking out of the building.

“Oh, I was um…” I pointed to back at the tree and no one was there. “Nevermind. Let me go pay for the gas.”

Once I finished paying for my gas, I got back in the car, I slowly put my seatbelt back on, trying to see if that person from person would appear from behind the tree— but no one did. I proceed to turn the car on and continued on our way.

“Did they tell you anything?”

“Nothing worth noting, no one seen her face or any girl come by here, except us.”

I shrug, “No surprise really, it’s mainly miles and miles of field. And the nearest town is over a 45 minute drive the other way.” I said and nodded taking in the information.

“And we both know Maria wouldn’t come all this way, at least not by herself or without letting you know anything about her whereabouts.” Ana didn’t respond with any gestures this time, but I know she was listening.

Ana said she had booked a motel room, a few days prior, in order to sleep as well as discuss any leads or evidence if found.

She had gone out of her way to make sure we had everything needed, in order to find her sister. No matter how many times she had brought the matter to the police, they’d tell her they will handle it, but never even looked at the case file.

She knew that even messing around with police, could land her in jail, but regardless she continued to search.

If that isn’t dedication, I don’t know what is.

———

“Right here, take this turn on the left. The motel should be just up ahead.” I nod and turned and within a few seconds the motel comes into view.

And they say don’t judge a book by its cover, but this book has some explaining to do.

“You sure this is the place?” I asked pulling into a parking spot, staring at the rundown, rusty looking building.

“It’s the same name on the website.” I look at Ana before getting out of the car, and help get the bags out of the car. “Either you got played or this place had a major downgrade.” I stated as Ana swiftly got out the car and went inside the building to collect our room keys.

We found our room not too long after getting the keys. Number 205 on the second floor. It was as all the other rooms are, separate from where the person at the front desk usually resides.

We walk in with our bags and take a look around the room, and took a deep breath in, only to start coughing up a storm. “What the hell is that smell? Smells like cigarettes..and cheap cologne..” I stated and Ana laughed putting her stuff on the bed.

“You think I’m playing, but I’m being for real. It does not smell good in here.” I stated as she clutched her stomach in laughter.

I shook my head and began to unpack, I only brought a couple articles of clothing, considering I didn’t know how I was staying anyway.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you something.” She says all of a sudden, and I continue to empty out the contents of my bag. “Some other people were interested in helping, some you might know.”

“Who are they, Ana?” I asked, standing up straight looking her in her eyes.

“Well, Sonny, Julie, Connie.. Leland?” She said and I immediately started shaking my head ‘no.’ “Come on, just hear him out.” I keep shaking my head, probably about to give myself a headache.

“I don’t want to hear anything, he has to say.”

“Alright, then hear me out. We need his help.”

“Says who?”

“I do! All of us need all the help we can get, so we can finally find Maria. Are you really going to put a past relationship in the way of us finding her?” She asked, and I sighed. I was going to answer until I heard knocking our door.

Ana opens it and everyone steps in, one after the other, Leland conveniently being the last one to walk inside.



“Hey, (Y/N). Been a while, huh?”

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#texas chainsaw massacre #tcm game #johnny #johnny x reader #johnny tcm #black!writer #black!reader #all inclusive

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Hey, guys!

Been a while, but I just wanted to come on here briefly, and say thank you for the 200 followers!

I know it’s not a lot, but it’s a lot to me, and I wanted to thank you all for reading my stories, sending in requests, dropping likes, reposting, and everything else!

Thank you all so much! I love ya, and there’ll be more stories to come! 💙

#black!writer #thank you #love you all #virtual hugs #be safe #have a good day #have a good night! #hearts all around

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: I love Dead Island 2, it’s just really freaking good. And I absolutely ADORE Bruno and I need more Bruno stories, but since I can find too many, I started to write some myself. Enjoy!

Pairing: Bruno x Fem!Reader

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“Bruno!” I exclaimed, laughing as he lifted me up, spinning the both of us around. I felt his chuckle against my back as he gently put me down on the floor.

“Hey, gorgeous.” I playfully hit his arm, and he laughed it off, before leaning in to softly kiss my lips. “I scare you?” He asked, sitting atop of the windowsill.

“Hell yeah, you did. You jerk.”

“Huh. And here I thought, you didn’t scare easily.” He shrugs pushing himself of the windowsill he was sitting on. “My mistake.”

“What did you come here for, Bruno?” I ask, not looking up from my work, on the workbench.

“What? A guy can’t see his partner from time to time?”

“Not unless his name is Bruno, and he always wants something from me.” I stated, and he scoffs. “I do not always come to you for that.”

“You are also, still not very good at lying.” I said reaching over to grab a screwdriver. “I have the receipts, don’t make me pull them out on your ass.”

“Okay, fine. Dios mío. Maybe, I do come to you for things—but it’s all for good reason, my friend.” I finally turn around, leaning back on the workbench giving him a look. “You said, that last couple times. And it’s getting old.”

“Alright, so I need you to come on a mission with me.”

“I always do, what’s so different about this one?” I ask, as I continue to fine tune and upgrade my weapons.

“This one is isn’t in any of the places we’ve already been. This is a new location, and I think you’re gonna like it.”

“Come on, Bruno! Stop stalling!”

“Okay, okay. We are a going to Sola Fest!” He exclaimed, and I looked a him deadpanned. “Hey, what’s that face?”

“Call me uncultured, but what the fuck is Sola Fest?” I ask, and Bruno groans.

“Dios mío, mi amor. You don’t know what Sola Fest is?” I shake my head no, and Bruno grabs my wrist.

“Bruno! Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you to your first Sola Fest, it’s going to be great! Just stick with me and we’ll have so much fun.”

“So much for ‘fun.’” I replied see as how the whole fest was covering walkers, butchers, and whatever the tall buff dudes are called.

They were all surrounding an area that someone had walled off purposefully. Someone was inside and was repeatedly telling us to go away and don’t come to Sola Fest, with signs and everything telling us to turn back.

“Well, that’s not creepy.” I said as I watched Bruno climb the fence, “Bruno! What on earth are you doing?”

“Checking it out. I’ll make sure it’s clear, then I come back for you.”

“Bruno..”

“I’ll be back, I promise.” I sigh and watch as he walked away to knock on the door, just the same voice telling us to go away.

“I don’t think she wants company, Bru.” I said, and Bruno turned and put a finger to his lips as if to shush me.

He crept around the corner of the building to find a zombie, pulling out her intestines and using them as whips, Bruno did eventually defeat her, and let me know it was save to hop the gate.

“Are you okay, Bru?” I asked gently grabbing his face and examining it for any cuts or bruises, along with the rest of his figure.

“I’m fine. I’m okay. And it’s me who should be worrying about you? Did any of the zombies get to you?”

“I’m alright, zombies are a thing of past. I can handle ‘em.” I stated and he shook his head with a small smile. “Shall we see what’s inside now?”

“Yep.” Bruno said opening the door for me, “After you.”

Let’s just see what this person has to say about Sola Fest…

#wattpad #black!reader #black!fem!reader #bruno x reader #dead island 2 x reader #di2 bruno x reader #black!writer #zombies #gore writing

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts and I fixed it up and decided to post it as a little blurb. Enjoy!

No mention of skin color, but the reader is the daughter of Sam Wilson!

Pairing: Peter Parker x samwilsondaughter!fem!reader

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Sam said, walking into the Avengers tower, holding the door open for everyone behind him.

“When do you ever think something is a good idea?” Bucky replied.

“All the time, all the time, but this one right here? Is not it.” Said Sam, as he walked further away from the group, and sat atop of a table.

“Well, this a great opportunity for the both of them.” Steve said.

“For what exactly?”

“Maybe they’ll bond over something and get close with one another.” Natasha replied, sitting next to Sam on the table.

“Yeah, and that’s what scares the hell outta me.” He responded and stood up from the table and began to pace.

Sam has always put an overprotective bubble, over (Y/N). Her being both his only daughter and child, he just wants the best for her. And (Y/N) sees that, but he doesn’t know that she’s losing the opportunity to be a teen.

She wants to go out with friends? It was a lovely day, until she caught him watching her and her friends through some bushes, with goggles and full on camouflage.

Yeah, now she only sees those friends during school hours.

Sleepover with the besties? Yeah, just ready for constant check ups and phone calls. He wants to know what you’re doing 24/7.

And suddenly those sleepover invitations get lost in the mail.

Don’t even get him started on dating. Sam will not allow it, until he’s ran an entire background check on the guy.

Now none of the guys at her school talk with her, everyone sees how protective he is of her. It’s sweet, but also completely unnecessary.

The door swung open as Peter ran inside trying to shove something into his backpack. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Wilson?” Peter asked, feeling nervous and on the verge of sweating.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Call me, ‘sir.’” Sam said, as Natasha game him a look, but he shrugged it off.

“I called you here, because I wanted you to meet someone. She should be here any moment.”

Not too long later, she walked inside the building and Sam immediately stood next to her. “Peter meet-”

“(Y/N)? Hey! How are you?” Peter says, as (Y/N) got closer to him and hugged him tight.

“Hey! I’ve been good!” They both smiled at each other, as they let go of one another, then they both looked away from each other, feeling embarrassed and flustered.

“Sooo.. you too already know each other?” Steve asked, and Peter was quick to answer.

“Yeah, I mean we,” Sam stared at him giving him a slight death glare. “We don’t actually, I don’t know her. Who are you again?” Peter said stumbling over his words, scratching the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, “Peter and I met in school, he’s a good friend.” I smile at him, as Peter gave me a nervous smile.

“Good, that’s great! How about you two catch up and reminisce about, whatever things teens do these days. We have to have a quick talk with your dad, (Y/N).” Nat told me, I nodded and took Peter somewhere else in the tower.

Once they were out of earshot of everyone else, Peter let (Y/N) know just how nervous and frightened he was.

“He’s gonna kill me isn’t he? Like I know I offended him in some way so like, I might not wake up tomorrow, and-”

“Peter! Relax.. he won’t do anything to you. I promise.” I replied and Peter calmed down almost instantly, and took some deep breaths. “Hopefully..” I murmur to myself, underneath my breath.

“What??” Peter asked, clearly hearing what was said. I laughed running off and he began to chase me around.

#x reader #wattpad #fluff #fluffed up #sam wilson #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #tom holland #black!writer #black!reader #all inclusive #overprotective!sam Wilson

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

I love the outsiders!

Some of my other favorite books are

* Alice by Heart

* Little Women

* Where the Forest Meets the Stars

* The Map of Time

I myself haven’t heard of those books, but I gotta add it to my list of books to get/read! ☺️

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Fav book?

Oh I got so many.

But I’d have to say either ‘The Outsiders’ or ‘The Catcher in the Rye.’

Let me know what your fav books are! <3

#anon ask #books and reading #book lover #what do you think?

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Veiled Promises

A/N: Part three of the little story I’ve created. I tried to make it longer than the last couple and I think I got it down.

Enjoy!

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After Lady Jessica had left, I had a lot more to process than anything ever before.

I went straight to the library and looked for anything, anything that could tell me more about the Bene Gesserit.

Papers, books, journals, whatever.

I was desperate to find any bit of knowledge from these books.

After skimming and reading the books and journal entries, I hadn’t realized I was incredibly tired until it was too late. I had fallen asleep on the books, not long after.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)? Oh, good havens.” I slowly lifted my head as Abigail helped me sit up straight. “What were you doing in here? Late night studying, I presume?” She smiled and was about to let out a hearty laugh, before noticing the books and papers, I had left scattered on the table.

“The Bene Gesserit…” She whispered.

“Do you know about them?”

“Me? Oh no dear, no more than what we already know.” She said scooping up the books and papers off the table, and pushed me towards the exit.

“Wait! What do you know about them, Abi?”

“Know about what?” My father asked as he stood in front of the both of us.

“Nothing, sir. Nothing at all, just taking (Y/N) back to her room is all.” He nods ands lets us go through.

“Make sure you’re dressed for breakfast, there’s something I wish to discuss with you.” I nod and hurried off to my room with Abi.

When we made it to my room Abi closed the door and set the stuff on my bedside table. “What on earth are doing reading up on this?”

“I wanted to learn more about them so I am. What’s so bad about them? Are they bad people? I asked and Abigail falls silent.

“Abigail please. Tell me something. anything.”

“I forbade you from researching on and about them. That’s all I will say to you about this matter.” Abigail makes sure to take the books with her on her way out, and I huff and sighed. I changed into some clothes and met my father for breakfast.

I nodded in the direction of my father as I sat across from him and slowly ate today’s breakfast.

“(Y/N) ? Is there something you wish to tell me?” I shake my head ‘no,’ “No, father.”

“Funny you say that, because Abigail told me somethings.” I sigh and look down at my plate.

“Do you wish to tell me before, I have to repeat what I was told?”

“I was up last night reading up on something.”

“What was it that you were reading about, (Y/N)?” He said, getting visibly angry with me.

“I was reading about the Bene Gesserit!”

“What on earth made you want to read about that?”

“What’s so bad about it? I don’t understand!”

“That’s just it! You’re not supposed to understand it!” He yelled standing up straight, pushing his chair back so hard it squeaked and probably left a scrape on the floor. “Go to your room.”

I furrow my brows, and stand up, “No.”

“(Y/N), go. I’m done with this conversation.” My father looked down at the table, his hands that lay on the table ready to claw their way through with the writhing anger, he had buried deep within.

“I’m not leaving!” I yelled.

“Go!” My father said but the voice much darker, and it felt like that voice. I felt my body being controlled yet again wanting to obey my father’s word, and it did.

I started to move away from the dining table and took a few steps, before realizing I wasn’t doing this on my own free will. I stopped moving my body then and there.

How..?

My dad wordlessly motioned for the guards to grab me by my arms and forcefully removed me from the room.

“Let me go!” I exclaimed, but no matter how hard I thrashed and kicked, they continued to listen to my father’s ridiculous command.

They set me in my room before closing the door and held it shut, seeing as it could only lock from the inside. I banged on the door with my balled up fists, and kicked it, hoping something would happen, but it never did.

I was trapped. And the person that trapped me, in my own room, happened to be my father.

It hurt.

—————

Over in Caladan, the Homeworld of House Atreides, they were getting ready for the Arrival of the Emperor’s Herald.

Paul had been having dreams the previous night, resulting in him being up and at the table earlier than he normally would.

And lucky for him his mother was especially observant that morning.

“You look tired? More dreams?” She asked, Paul had stayed quiet before deciding on not worrying her with any more dreams he’d been having.

He replied with a ‘no,’ and nothing more, continuing to eat his breakfast in silence.

Before Paul was to be in the front of the house to meet the Emperor he was studying more on the Fremen and the sand creatures that lived amongst them.

——

“Smile, Gurney.”

“I am smiling.” He replied, his face not at all contouring, only remaining stone faced as the Emperor arrived.

“How much will it cost them, traveling all this way for this formality?”

“Three Guild Navigators. A total of 1.46 million, 62 Solaris, round trip.”

“By the grace of Shaddam IV of House Corrino, ascendant to the Golden Lion Throne of Padishah Emperor of the Known Universe, I stand before you as Herald of the Change. We are witnessed by members of the Imperial Court, representatives of the Spacing Guild, and a sister of the Bene Gesserit.” The Herald announced and Jessica looked to have taken in a deep breath upon looking at the sister from the Bene Gesserit, practically going stone solid with how tense she had gotten.

“The Emperor has spoken.”

“House Atreides shall immediately take control of Arrakis and serve as its steward.”

“Do you accept?” The Herald asked waiting for confirmation, and Leto walked forward setting his ring in the melted wax to form a seal on the paper after giving a speech.

“So, it’s done?” He asked the Herald.

“It’s done.” And with that everyone left after the Herald and everyone on the spacecraft had left for home.

But one person had instead left had came and welcomed themself inside the House and stumbled upon, Lady Jessica.

———

“What are you doing here?”

“I had to come here, I needed to talk to you, to learn more.” Jessica shushed me and watched as one of the servant rounded the corner.

“No, you shouldn’t have come here. It was a mistake telling you anything about-”

“Who? My mother. Let’s be honest, I was going to learn about her sooner or later.” Jessica put a finger over her mouth silently telling me to be quiet.

“Lady Jessica? Lady Jessica?” A female servant called out to her, probably been informed of her presence by the other servant that Jessica saw.

“Stay right here.” She demanded of me, and I rolled my eyes as she walked away, to talk to the servant.

I turned around finding one of the doors open slightly ajar, I checked to see if Jessica was still talking and decided to step inside, it was their own training room.

“Seems liked déjà vu doesn’t it?”

I walked over to the tables in the room, and gently ran my fingers along the wooden tables. “(Y/N)?” I tensed up and turned around to meet Paul’s eye.

‘Déjà vu, is it. Isn’t it?’ I thought to myself.

“What are you doing here?”

“I had a question.” I stated bluntly, not wanting to get into the details.

“You came all the way down here, because of a question?” Paul asked, or snapped at me more so.

“You don’t get it, Paul. Okay?” I said, balling my fists up.

“What am I not get-?” I watched as someone walked into the room.

“Who is that?”

“No one. It’s okay, Gurney.” Paul said, trying to get Gurney to calm down, and diffuse the situation. “You let someone in without letting your father know?”

“Gurney, listen.” Paul pleaded, as he played his assortment of weapons on the table, taking one out, and stepped closer to me.

“I just need to talk to Lady Jessica.” I blurted out.

“You show up here unannounced, and demand to speak to her? That’s not going to happen.” He stepped closer till my back was flush up against the wall behind me, and his sword lay on my throat.

“Gurney!” Paul called as he stood right next to us, watching Gurney’s every move. “Don’t.” He listened and removed his sword from my throat, and I made a beeline for the exit.

A part of me longed for Paul to chase after me.. he didn’t.

Perhaps it was for the best.

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I walked back to where I stood with Jessica and watched as she stalked over to me looking both furious and annoyed. “Where did you go? I told you to remain here!”

“Well, I’m here now, can we please go somewhere else?” Jessica would normally be a bit snappy, but she sensed something was wrong, so she softened up and took me to the libraries entrance.

“You know why you’re here, and you know what you want from me.” She stated looking me in the eyes. “If you truly want to uncover such things, then I will not stop you from walking into the library.”

I nod, and open the door and walk inside. “So, be it. You have made your choice.” She said, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Let this not be a waste of time.” She walked past me, and I felt a sense of uncertainty swell up in my chest.

Nevertheless, I have made my choice. And I will have to face it.

No matter the consequences.

~~~~~~~~~~

Taglist: @aoi-targaryen

#fluff #angst #x reader #paul atreides x black!reader #paul atreides x reader #dune #dune movie #paul atreides

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Shirt Stealing Thief

Renato Lyra x Reader

Synopsis: Heading to the Iron Maiden tour (based on the shirt DBD just released)

⚠️ There is some Portuguese in here, it is not my first language, nor do I speak it! I used the translation app that comes with the iPhone, and if anything is wrong please lmk! ⚠️

The words in another language are in bold and italicized! And most of the them have the translation next to it in brackets. The only one that doesn’t is beneath this one!

‘Sério? Esta porta tem uma fechadura por um maldito motivo! Renato, eu vou te machucar, eu juro!’ -> ‘Really? This door has a lock for a damn reason! Renato, I'm going to hurt you, I swear!’

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“Hey, (Y/N)? Renato called from in the living room.

“Yeah?” I exclaim, as I turned off my phone and set it down next to me on his bed.

“Have you seen my shirt?”

“I haven’t seen it!” I exclaimed from inside Renato’s room as he searched the entire house, top to bottom, left and right, in and out to find a shirt. “Where’d you last have it?”

“I put it down on the counter in the bathroom,” He started to explain and my eyes went wide knowing good and well, I was wearing it. I left it there, so I can change into it, once I was done with my shower.”

“No, that’s like so weird. Which shirt was it?” I asked him.

“My Iron Maiden shirt. Y’know the one with the locations on the back, and weird looking creature on it. Can’t miss it.”

“I know what you’re talking about, but I haven’t seen it today, did it fall on the floor?”

“No, meu amor, it didn’t. I checked the entire bathroom and practically my whole house.”

“Why not just wear one from the year prior or a different shirt?” I suggested, really wanting to wear his shirt.

“I could, but I really wanted to wear that one. It’s fine, I’m sure it’ll turn up soon-” He said as he walked into his room to find, me— the culprit of shirt theft, laying on his bed wearing the shirt he had been looking everyone for.

“And look at that, it did turn up. Bom deus [Good God], did you take this out of the bathroom while I was showering?”

“And if I did, what’re you going to do about it?” I flash him a smug grin and folded my arms, showing him up.

“Maybe this?” He says, wrapping and arm around my waist, pulling me in so I was flush against his chest.

I rest my hands on each of his shoulders, as he leans down to place his lips atop of my own.

I smile against his lips as he dipped me, like in a movie, with the guy dipping the girl as they danced and swayed across the entire floor of the ballroom.

He dipped me low enough, that we felt onto his bed, causing a laugh to come out and he felt it against his mouth. “What are you laughing at, meu amor?” He had asked after backing up from the kiss briefly.

“Você [You].” I said, in-between laughs. Renato’s eyes went wide, in surprise.

“Have you been learning Portuguese?” He asked, completely and utterly awestricken.

“Eu tenho [I have].” I smiled smugly up at him, as he was hovering over me, with his hands plastered on each side of my head. “What do you think?”

“I think you just got 10x more amazing.” He said, resuming what we had been doing before and put his hand back on my cheek and kissed me with more passion this time.

“Hey, Renato. You done?” Thalita asked, knocking on his bedroom door. “Hurry up in there, other-whys we’ll be late!” Thalita said, knocking once more, but rolled her eyes when he didn’t say anything back to her. She walked in and saw Renato laying on top of me with just his bottom half wearing clothes.

She shook her head, covering her eyes, shouting at us in Portuguese. “Sério? Esta porta tem uma fechadura por um maldito motivo! Renato, eu vou te machucar, eu juro!”

“What’d she say?” I asked, only knowing bits of Portuguese, thanks to Renato being my very own translator.

“Nothing to concern yourself with, .” He kissed my forehead, and stood up, helping me to my feet. “Now, are you going to give me my shirt back, meu amor?”

“…Eventually…” I replied as he playfully rolled his eyes, searching his closest for another shirt to wear.

“Today is just not that day, meu amor.”

#wattpad #x reader #fluff #renato lyra x reader #renato x reader #dbd imagines #dbd survivor #thalita lyra #ooo you got caught

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Hi there

Could you please do a Carl Grimes x fem!reader angst to fluff that takes place during beginning of season 6? Carl and the reader are a couple and super close. Ron likes the reader and is jealous of their relationship. Ron also wants revenge for his father’s death so he kidnaps Carl knocking him out and taking him outside beyond Alexandria. The reader finds a letter Ron left telling her he took Carl. Reader goes over the walls and tracks Ron and Carl and finds where they are. Ron threatens Carl and is about to kill him when the reader shows up just in time. Her and Ron fight with her winning the fight. She then frees Carl and once Carl is free a swarm of walkers start coming. Ron tries to escape but is surrounded and killed by the walkers. The reader and Carl escape the herd just in time and return to Alexandria. Carl kisses the reader all emotional while holding her not wanting to let go telling her he was afraid he’d never see her again and that Ron was going to hurt her. Reader and Carl then have a cozy night in cuddling with each other by the fireplace. Thank you.

A/N: This has been sitting in my asks for a while and I finally got around to it. And I’m sorry it does seem and feel rushed, but I will def come back to it, as well as my other stories, to tweak it and add stuff.

But for now this is the masterpiece, and I’m hopeful it’s still good nonetheless.

Pairing: Carl x Fem!Reader

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“Hey, how you been?” I smiled, seeing Carl walk over to me as I helped removed some supplies from out of the truck.

“Good, glad to see save.” Carl said and planted a kiss to my cheek, I laugh. My eyes trailed over to Ron as he huffed and quickly helped get the supplies off the truck.

“What’s up with, Ron?”

“I’m not sure actually, but what you can do- yeah? Is help me with the supplies.” I grin and handed him one of the boxes.

“Fine, fine.” He smiles back and went into the room Ron had just entered.

He placed the box on the floor, and went to go look into the boxes of food and various other items.

Carl picked up one of the cans and examined it, he was just about to put it back when hands grabbed onto him and one held a cloth to his mouth.

Carls screamed were muffled and quiet against the cloth, the can fell from his fingers as he suddenly fell unconscious. Ron taking this moment to drag him out of the room and just beyond the gated perimeter of the community.

(Y/N) waited for Carl to come back, but he didn’t.

‘It normally wouldn’t have taken him this long..’ She thought. She asked around Alexandria, Daryl, Michonne, Rick. Hell, she even asked Gabriel if he’d seen him.

No one. No one knew. No sign of him. Just left without a trace.

(Y/N) then began to panic, she checked the pantry one more time, and noticed something was placed down on the top of the boxes.

It was almost strategic. Like they wanted her to find this.



It was a note, but on the backside it was a hand-drawn with a red circle encompassing one of the locations on it.

She quickly let everyone know where she’d be and left with a gun and knife.

All she needed. Nothing more, nothing less.

She made it to the spot, just before sun down and called out to Carl.

“Carl? Carl? You here?”

“Shut up, or you’ll draw them in.” Ron said, as he held a gun to Carls head.

“Ron, listen to me.”

“No! You listen to me! We’ve known each other fro the start of this shit, and you go ahead and be with him? Him! Of all people?”

Ron exclaimed and (Y/N) slowly creeped closer to Ron. His seemingly still in his long explanation of why I should’ve chosen him instead of Carl.

“And he’s a murdered! He got my dad killed, why would you want to be with someone like that?”

“You’re right he is one, but why would you stoop to that level? His level?” I asked, reaching for the gun. “Gimme the gun and we can talk about it, no harm done to anyone.”

She was close to grabbing the gun, and Ron looked like he was going to give in but took it away last second and aimed it back at Carl.

She pushed the gun away from his hand, it fired. It missed Carl by a centimeter, but she didn’t have time to get Carl up, as she tackled Ron to the ground.

She took out her knife and stabbed Ron in the side he winced and pushed her off with a quickness, and had his hands around her throat trying to choke her out.

She was starting to lose consciousness, as she was feeling for a rock underneath her palm and quickly picked it up and hit Ron in the head with it, knocking him out instantaneously.

(Y/N) quickly unties Carls after cutting it with her knife, and noticed that walkers were coming.

“We gotta go! Now!” She exclaimed, grabbing her knife, and both her and Ron’s gun. And held onto Carls hand trying to run in the direction of Alexandria.

“Wait.” Carl stopped her wanting to see what happened to Ron. They watched as the walkers bit down onto his shoulder and his stomach. (Y/N) audibly groaned and looked away.

Carl hearing her sounds of disgust, stopped watching and followed her all the way back home.

Once they got there they banged on the gate, Sasha opened it and looked at them concerned. “The hell happened out there? You guys alright?”

We nodded, breathing heavily. They both hugged each other like their lives depended on it. “He, didn’t hurt you did he? Let me see.” He held my neck up to see if he left any bruises, “I’m fine. I swear it.”

“I was so scared he would hurt you, or take you away from me, or anything else. I just couldn’t-”

“And you didn’t, I’m here with you in this moment. So, let’s cherish it, yeah?” I kissed his cheek and led him into the house that was provided to us when we first got to Alexandria.

And one by one took turns taking a very much needed and well deserved, hot shower.

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After that whole thing, they set up a bonfire near the lake, and relaxed. Not a care in the world.

Nothing was wrong in the world, just them too.

“Hey, did you mean what you said back there? About me being a murderer and all?”

“No. No, no, I didn’t mean any of that. It was just to get Ron to drop the gun. I promise you anything I said back there wasn’t true. Okay?” He nodded and smiled. They leaned in and planted a kiss to each other’s lips, before admiring the night sky together.

“Don’t ever leave, okay?”

“As long you promise the same thing.”

“Deal.” They smiled and wrapped and arm around her shoulder.

#x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twd #twd x reader #wattpad #x black reader #Carl grimes x black reader

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

hii! Can you do a part two of your Carl x fem!reader where she got taken by the saviors instead of daryl??

A/N: Thanks for the ask, and of course I can! I didn’t think people like this one, but it makes me happy that you want a part 2. Also sorry if it seemed rushed in the middle, I really wanted to get it out.

P.S: Also, it swaps from the reader to Carl talking, it only does it once then the rest is all Carl!

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Captured!Reader

Hope you like it!

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“Carl! Carl, hey! What the hell are doing?” Michonne asked, forcefully grabbing my arm to make me look at her.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m packing my shit.”

“You are not going over to the Saviors, Carl.” She said, and I ignored her and kept on packing.

“So this is it, huh? This is your bright idea? Does it even have a plan or are you going in blind and guns blazing?”

“If I need to, then so be it.”

“Carl, there are more people in there than you have bullets. You will be torn to shreds. You are not going anywhere.” I roll my eyes and let my bag drop to the floor in front of my feet. “We’ll find a way in and out of that place without losing anyone. Okay?” I nod and Michonne leans in to give me a hug, before walking out of the room.

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“(Y/N)?” I heard someone call out to me. Then I heard metal scraping along the door of my enclosure. “(Y/N)? You awake in there, pumpkin?”

I wrapped my arms around myself tighter, hoping he’d give up and walk away from the door. But I would’ve been asking for a miracle, for that to happen.

I squinted and I shielded my face from the light the creeped from around the corner of the now open door. “Hey, pumpkin. Today’s special, look at what I brought ya.”

He lifted the dome of the platter to reveal waffles with blueberries on top, with a side of bacon and orange juice.

I stared down at the plate of food, it was almost like it had been a fever dream of some sort. With how long all of us have been in this post-apocalyptic world that’s happening, having a warm breakfast and fresh orange juice was something a lot of us yearned for.

But this had to be some sort of trick, the blueberries had to be poisoned or old or something.

“You know, you’ve been staring at the food for a while now. If you don’t want it you could’ve just said so..” He stood up, not forgetting to take the plate with him, and I was quick to call out to him.

“Wait!” I called out, hating myself for doing it— for calling out to the devil, showing how desperate I was, but I couldn’t go one more day without real food.

He swiftly turned on his heel and handed me the plate. “Atta’ girl.” He smiled and watched as I ate.

“I’m going to leave this door unlocked, you have the choice to leave and join the Saviors or stay and rot for who knows how long?”

As soon as he said ‘join’ the Saviors, I stopped eating and pushed the plate away. “No, no, no, that’s not how this works; you made your choice, you ate our food, you become one of us? Or I’ll make sure you and Lucille get real acquainted.” He said with a laugh before leaving the room and he left the door unlocked, just like he said.

And now I had a decision to make.

Stay in this room or Join the Saviors.

The choice was mine..

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“Come on! We don’t have much time!” I shouted in a whispering tone.

“Okay, first slow down! Carl, slow down-”

“No! I brought you with me cause I thought you wouldn’t slow me down. Turns out you’re just another dead weight.” I huffed and turned around to keep trudging through the forest trying to find the Saviors hide out.

“Carl, why are you acting like this?”

“I need to save her! And you’re slowing me down!” I exclaimed, as Enid shushed me and grabbed my arm and brought us behind a bush.

“What are you doing?” I exclaimed and Enid put a hand over my mouth, trying to shush me as a couple walkers walked by. I rolled my eyes and took her hand off my mouth.

“They’re gone, let’s go now.” I stood up and Enid immediately brought me back down to her level.

“Not before you tell me.”

“Look, I promise to tell you, but not now, okay?” I said as Enid sighed and I stood back up and continued looking for the Saviors hideout.

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We looked for a while it was nearing sunrise, and we finally saw the base. With a fence that had walkers inside.

I crept up closer before triggering a trap that was well hiding in the bushes. Enid tried to help me out of it, but I shushed her and told her no to come closer.

“Oh boy, now what do we have here? A rat caught in a trap?” Simon said, and I furrowed my brows in anger.

“You must want something. Cause no one in their right mind would waltz on over here, like they got a stick up their ass.” He said, and one of the Saviors laughed, causing him to turn around wordlessly tell them to shut up.

“But I don’t have something of yours do I? Oh, no, wait. That’s definitely not true. I do have something of yours. In fact that something is a someone, correct?”

“You better answer me, you little shit.” He said and I turned my face up and spit in his face. He closed his eyes and wiped his face before, slapping me across the face.

He was going to reach down and do it again, but was stopped by Negan walking out with (Y/N).

“Woah, there Simon. This ain’t how we treat our guests, ‘specially him. Why don’t you come inside? Take a load off-”

“I’m not coming inside, I’m here to get (Y/N) back. I don’t give a shit about your hospitality.”

“Oh? That’s all you wanted? Well, then I’ll give her back, if she wants to. We’re fair people. Now, sweetheart, do you want to go with him or stay with me?” He said, and (Y/N) stood there and thought about it.

“Remember that nice breakfast you had this morning? Remember how I gave you those clothes you’re wearing?” Negan said trying to persuade her.

“(Y/N), please. Come with me-” I begged not caring how crazy it sounded or made me look.

“Oh! And how you don’t have to lift a finger when you’re with me and the Saviors?” Negan exclaimed shouting over me. “Just reminding her of a few things. Take your time, honey.”

It took a while for her to answer, but she eventually respond; “I am Negan.”

“No..”

“Well, shit! Hot damn! Don’t that just hurt, that little heart of yours? You knew it was going to happen, don’t even know why you tried, kid.”

“No. This isn’t supposed to..”

“Happen? Well, it did. And she’s staying with us, kid. Look I like you kid, but you’re gonna have get a move on, I’ve got some serious shit going on and we do not need you getting in the way o’ things.” He said and I remained silent, and he rolled his eyes and told everyone to wrap it up and head inside.

I stood up and started heading back in the direction of Alexandria. Enid tried comforting me, but I didn’t listen, I couldn’t listen.

The only thing that could be heard was (Y/N) saying those three words we promised each other we’d never say.

“I am Negan.”

#x reader #angst #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twist ending #wattpad #twd negan #twd #twd x reader

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

“I’ll Teach You.”

A/N: This story is about to the reader teaching Daryl how to braid hair! Hope you like it! ❤️

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

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It was a slow day today. There hasn’t been much to do, not even all that many walkers trying to get in. It’s almost like the walkers had chosen to take the day off.

It was unusual for us to have an off day, but we definitely weren’t going to waste this chance to relax and unwind.

Daryl and I laid in bed, his head on my chest, my chin resting on top of his head. Neither of us could sleep, so I needed to do something to keep myself entertained.

I started playing with Daryl’s hair.

I was messing around with Daryl’s long locks of dark colored hair, and that slowly evolved into me braiding, a couple small braids into his hair. It wouldn’t last long enough for anyone to see since I’d run my fingers through them and smoothing out his hair.

I did this plenty of times and one day he asked me the age old question, “What are you doing back there?”

“Braiding your hair.” I smiled leaning down to plant a kiss to his forehead.

“Why?”

“Because I like messing with this hair of yours.” I admit running my fingers through his hair, causing him to hiss as it got caught on some knots embedded in his hair. “Sorry.”

“You keep messin’ with it this much, I’mma cut it.” He says and I playfully hit his shoulder.

I knew Daryl was just saying it as a joke, but instead of it stopping me, it only encourages me to keep doing it.

I like it. Daryl likes it. If he didn’t he be up in a heartbeat.

He also knows I mean no hair to him or his hair, this is one of the many ways I show affection.

My eyes go wide when I think of the best idea yet, and I look down at him, a mischievous grin plastered atop of my face. “What’er ya up to this time?”

“I was thinking, I could teach you to braid hair.” I said, and Daryl starts shaking his head, as he sat up straight. “Come on! It’d be fun.”

“Yeah, for you maybe.”

“Come on, you know you want too…”

“What would I even do wit’ it? Zombies ain’t got no hair.” Daryl said and causing a laugh to erupt from me. I then pointed over at little Judith playing around with Michonne.

If there’s anything he cared about more than anything, it’s that sweet little girl. And he’d do anything for her, and I loved and admired that for him.

“A’right. Come on.” I smiled and hugged him, and that’s when I taught him how to successfully braid someone’s hair.

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I smile and watched as Daryl tried his hand at braids Judith’s hair. After teaching him how, I’d catch him repeating the steps to doing it to himself, even when he’s braiding.

If he’s not murmuring it to himself then he’s repeating it in his mind.

He wants this to be perfect, and I adore his dedication to learning it.

I watch as he gently parts the center of her hair, and takes the hair in his hand and separates it in three sections.

Slowly intertwining the sections of hair along the side of her head, bringing it downwards, and then gently tying it off with a rubber band then a sunflower hair clip.

He then did the same to the other side, giving Judith a little tap on the shoulder letting her know he was finished. She thanked him with a huge smile and even bigger hug, before leaving to show off her new hairstyle.

“Looks like we have a natural-born braider of hair over here.” I grin and he nudges me in the side.

“But really though, that was really good. You are truly gifted with everything you do.”

“What’re ya tryna butter me up or somethin’?” He said and I give him a look.

“Well… now that you mention it..” He shakes his head, knowing exactly what I was going to ask.

“Come on, just this once? I’ll never ask again.” He gives me a look, knowing good and well, I’m going to forget and ask him again at a different point in time. “Whatever! Just- please?”

He sighs finally agreeing, and I hug him and sat down in the chair, letting the master do his work.

#wattpad #x reader #fluff #cute imagine #daryl dixon x black!reader #daryl dixon x reader #fluffed up #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Veiled Promises

A/N: Part two of the Paul Atreides series I started writing a bit ago and I hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Paul Atreides x Reader

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“You really don’t believe me, do you?”

“It’s not that, it’s just-”

“Hard to believe? Alright, fine. Let me show you. Come.” I motioned for Paul to follow me into our training room.

“You don’t have to-”

“Oh, but I do.” I smile and loosened up my corset, so I could breathe, and grabbed a weapon from the array of weapons along the wall.

“Choose your weapon, Paul. You’re gonna need it.” I walk away from the wall and waited for Paul to pluck one off the wall.

He sighed playfully with a shake of his head, and picked one up. Getting a feel for it, then turned around. “Now what-” He stopped his sentence short due to him dodging my first attack.

“We fight.”

Whilst Paul and I were talking the topic of battle and training came up. He told me how he had been practicing to fight from a young age.

I told him how I was the same way, and he was awestricken hearing me say that I know, how to fight.

And I knew I had to show him what I was capable of. Day or night, formal wear or not. He was gonna learn.

I jabbed the sword in his direction and he quickly jumped back, “Nice reflexes.” He smiled as his reaction, and started swinging his sword at me, and I blocked and parried them with my own weapon.

I grin, continuing to jab and prod and push at Paul, trying to get him to give me an opening.

And soon enough.. I had it.

He swung and I parried, causing him to spin out of the way, and I held the pointy end of sword down on his lower back. Causing him to suck in a breath of air.

“Gotcha.” I replied, smugly. “I thought you were good at this.”

“I am, but I guess I’m just not in the mood for it.” He replied and lift the sword of his back. He swiped pushed my back up against the wall and held the sword up to my neck.

I felt winded, due to the sudden action. I didn’t even realize we were this close to the wall.

I kicked his knee and he stumbled back and we resumed our fight.

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Paul and I had been fighting for a little bit, and felt ourselves getting tired, but I was going to quit unless he did and Paul was the same as me.

Same stubbornness. Same determination.

“Ready to give up?” I ask, as we were both circling each other, both of our breathing getting heavy.

“You wound me, thinking I’ll give up so easily.” He replied and stood up straight, like he was planning something.

I was ready to thrash my sword at him if and when he tried anything, but it never came. Not from him, but someone else.

A voice.

An incredibly deep voice. In my ears? No, in my head.

My eyes widen as the voice in my head, sent a shiver down my spine.

“Drop your weapon.” Said the voice.

The voice made me feel vulnerable and in no control of my bodies actions. I felt myself wanting to give in to the command.

“Drop your weapon.” The voice said once more, in a more demanding tone.

But this time, I obeyed. I let go of weapon and all that could be heard was it clatter against the hardwood floor of the trading room.

I look at Paul and he has no reaction, but I knew he had command me to do that. No one else in the room, but him and I.

No one else knew we came into the training room.

He used the voice.

“What was that?” I asked, Paul stood there not knowing how to respond. “I- uh…”

“What the hell did you use on me?” I exclaimed, holding the sword to Paul, not letting up anytime soon.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” My father exclaimed as they barged in the room, Paul’s parents not far behind. “(Y/N), put the sword down.”

“No! Not until he tells me what kind of mind control thing, he used on me.”

“Mind control?” Jessica whispered looking at Leto then at Paul and she had wide eyes. My father looked at the both of Paul’s parents, and his blood began to boil.

Jessica sensing that they were no longer welcome. She ushered Paul over to her and soon out the door. “I’m so sorry for what Paul has done to you. “We must be going now.” Jessica then pushed Paul towards the entrance of the room.

Leto looked like he wanted to say something else, but knew it would be the wrong place and time for such matters, so he left along with Lady Jessica.

I let the sword fall to the floor, and put a hand to my forehead. My dad instantly hearing the clattering sound against the hardwood floor, and he stepped closer and put a hand on my back.

“Abigail! Abigail, I need you right now, please!” My dad called out, “It’s okay. It’s okay, (Y/N).”

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I was led back to my room thinks to the help of Abigail, and my father. I was laid down on my back, in my room with a warm damp towel atop of my head.

“Breathe for me, honey.” She said doing a bit of a breathing exercise with me, “What happened out there?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” I said.

“I know you’re your own person, and I know you don’t have to tell me anything, and that is fine with me,” Abi said and put a hand on my arm. “I’ll be here, if you need, even if you only want for someone to just.. listen.”

She smile giving me that familiar kiss to the forehead and walked out of the room.

I took in a few deep breathes taking the towel off my forehand and turned on my said to try and sleep.

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I had somehow some way managed to fall asleep, with me waking up here and there, but I still got sleep. That has to count for something.

I slowly got out of bed and I went to the kitchen for some water. I grabbed the pitcher and a cup, and poured myself some.

I was in the process of taking a sip when I heard a faint tapping on the glass window. I looked outside and I didn’t see anything. So I put the pitcher away and left with my glass-

Tap…Tap…Tap..

I sighed and put one some shoes and went outside to check it out, I didn’t see anything though. That was until..

I feel hands wrap around me and a hand was placed on top of my mouth, and I began to thrash and scream into there palm. “Shhh…”

“I’ll let you go, but you have to promise not to say anything.” I stopped and the mysterious person let me go and took there hand from off my mouth.

“The hell is your problem- Lady Jessica? What are you doing here?”

“I need to speak to you.” She said.

“It’s really late at night, can’t this wait till-”

“Urgently.” She insisted, and I sighed and brought her inside and took her to my room.

“What is it you wanted to say?” I ask, as I stood in front of her, arms folded. She paced back an forth in my room, clutching her hands together.

“Look if this was all you were going to do, then maybe we should-”

“I know about your mother.” She exclaimed, but still in a hushed tone of voice.

“I’m sorry, what? How do you know about my mother?”

“Do you know anything about what your mom did before she passed?”

“Maybe, it’s all jumbled and fragmented though. What about that has to do with my mom?” She didn’t respond, instead put her pointer fingers on my temples.

She whispered something in some dialect, I have no knowledge of. I was seeing pictures and visions of my mother wearing the same clothes members of the Bene Gesserit wore.

The Bene Gesserit?

Before I could really see and process it, she lifted up her fingers and I felt myself clutching onto my stomach. “What- What was that?”

“It’ll all make sense in due time. But you have to trust me.”

“Trust? What do you mean trust? I-” I stopped mid sentence as I heard footsteps in the hallway, and Lady Jessica gave me one last look before darting out of the room and out the house.

Seemingly unnoticed.

What the hell happened today?

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#wattpad #x reader #angst #paul atreides x black!reader #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides #dune movie #dune #taglist

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

More Important Than You Think.

A/N: Another Benny story coming up! I adore him and I found this in my drafts, fixed it up all nice and here she is! ❤️

Pairing: Benny Watts x Reader

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“Yes, put him through.” We heard from over the phone, “You all there? I’ll put her on.”

I smile, draping my arm over Benny’s left shoulder, resting my chin on right, all while side hugging Harry with my free arm. For how long I’ve been stand here, I’m surprised my legs ain’t give out yet.

“Hello?”

“If he goes for the knight, hit him with a king rook pawn.”

“Benny?”

“If he goes for the bishop, do the same thing, but open up your queen file.”

“How do you know?” Beth said whilst laugh, still skeptical.

“It’s in the Times. It’s 7 a.m. here, but we’ve been working on it for three hours.”

“We?” Benny hands the phone to Harry, “Hi, Beth.”

“Hi, Harry.” She said, with a soft chuckle. “Hey, what about me?” I grab the phone, and put it up to my ear. “Hey, B.”

“(Y/N)..” She said, most likely on the verge of tears.

“I’m not that good at chess, but I am good at making snacks, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, whilst helping the boys.” I said, handing the phone off to Harry, putting a hand on Benny’s shoulder, before walking over to his kitchen area, making a little charcuterie board.

“It’s really nice to hear your voices.”

“Oh, well, hang on.” Harry holds up the phone so Matt, Mike, Hilton and Arthur yelled into the phone, telling her they’re proud of her amongst other things.

It truly almost made me want to cry as I brought, the board to the table, gently setting it near the chess board. Benny’s up in seconds, a gentle hand to my lower back. “What’s wrong? You okay?” I nod.

“Just happy you’re all doing this is all.” I said, with a bit of a sniffle.

“You’re? You are helping too. You said so yourself.” I shake my head.

“I did, but I suck at chess, I only offer snacks and emotional support.” I said, pointing to the board, I just set up on the table.

“Okay, come here.” Benny grabs my hand, bringing me into his room, before closing the door. “That? Whatever you told me out there is bullshit. That is not all you do, and is know for.”

“You’re not just that, you’re a best friend, you’re a singer, a musician..my girlfriend? You’re all that and more. Does none of those things mean anything to you?” I nod stating that, ‘it does,’ in fact mean something to me, wiping my runny nose.

“Come on.” He hugs me tight, rubbing my back, before bringing me back into the living area of his place. “You okay? You alright?” Matt and Mike asked at the same time. I smile and nod, standing behind Benny, placing a hand on his shoulder, “I’m fine.”

After listening to them, give Beth all the different combos and variations of how the match with Borgov could go, for a bit, Benny stood up at some point light himself a cigarette.

I backed up from the guys, and stood next to him. “You think this’ll work?”

“It’s gotta work, if not then all those hours looking over all of his old matches, would be for nothing.” I nod, watching him take another drag of his cigarette, watching the end of it become red as it turned to ash and fell to the floor.

I don’t know what came over me, but once Benny took it out of his mouth, I gently plucked it from out his fingers, and held in between my lips. “I thought you, said you didn’t smoke.” He said, as the smoke left his body through both his mouth and nose.

“I don’t. Curiosity, I guess.” I take a drag and almost immediately start coughing, “And that’s why smoking’s for grownups.”

He took the cigarette back, putting it in between his own lips, patting my back with his free hand, I just responded with a death glare, but he stared ahead at the group running up his phone bill.

“You’re very clingy, you know that?” He admitted.

“Well, shit. Thanks for pointing it out. I’ll be outta your hair then.” I start to leave, but Benny grabbed my arm, pulling me back into his chest.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, rook.”

“Oh, but of course. You want everyone to know, just who I got to bed with every night.”

“Damn, right.” He pulled me into a kiss, breathing into it cause the cigarette smoke he was holding in, into my mouth and out my nose.

“But if I catch you smoking again, you and I will have problems.”

Benny laughed, finishing smoking his cigarette, before putting it out, “Yes, ma’am.”

#benny watts x black!reader #benny x black!reader #benny watts #benny watts x reader #cute imagine #wattpad #x reader #fluff

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Veiled Promises

A/N: My first Paul Atreides story! I think this’ll be a series, only cause I left it on a bit of a cliffhanger, we shall see. Also, not sure of any typos and spelling errors, but I hope it’s good! ❤️

Pairing: Paul Atreides x Fem!Reader

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‘(Y/N)?’

My mother called out to me, in very faint tone of voice. I squirmed a little in my sleep, refusing to open my eyes.

“(Y/N). Please.’

I waved away my mother dismissively, wanting nothing more than to get some rest.

‘Wake up!’

My eyes immediately opened, at my body shot up looking around for my mother. I have no idea, what that voice was, but it was not my mother.

I got up from the comfort of my bed. My silky, satin sheets, draping onto the cold floor, and looked out the window.

I stared at the horrifying sight just a few feet away from my bedroom window. The place was up in flames, crashed vehicles and aircraft’s, and people lying flat on the sandy floors.

I wanted to look away, turn my head move my body, but it was almost as if my mind wanted me to see this.

My eyes began watering due to my staring out the window.

I then watched as they brought a group of people brought a person out into the middle of the sand. They separated and spread out. And on person stood in-front of the captive.

Once the guy moved out of the way, I could see who the unfortunate person standing there..

That being my mother.

I knew for a fact it was her, no matter how crowded a place may be, or how far away she would be from me, I can always spot her no matter the situation.

I started tearing up even more, and tried hard to break free, from whatever hold was bestowed upon me.

I watched as the person raised something about their head and swiftly bring it down.

Not know what else to do, I screamed. I screamed bloody murder at the top of my lungs.

The person turned to look up at my bedroom window, and I stared back at him. Hoping maybe my stare would turn him into stone, like Medusa had done.

I felt helpless.. I feel helpless..

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)?” I heard, in my ears, and I felt someone touch my shoulder, “Wake up, honey.”

I jolted awake, and looked around the room, clutching the sheets in my hands. “You’re okay. It’s okay, you were having a nightmare again.”

Abigail had informed me and patted my face dry with a towel.

Abigail has been a servant of my House since I turned double digits. She was always there for me, when I needed a talk, or needed someone to solely listen. And she did no matter what, and I loved her for it.

I stared at the window from across the room, breathing heavily. And Abi noticed, getting up and shutting the window for me. “Do you wish to talk about it?”

I couldn’t find the words to say a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ so I just shook my head. And Abi nodded her head in acknowledgment, “You know where to find me if you do, okay?”

I nod, as Abigail put a calming hand atop of my shoulder, before leaning in and placing a kiss on my forehead, before standing up. “I left some water for you over there, and your father wishes for you to be up and ready for breakfast in 10.”

“I understand.” I said softly, my vocals feeling strained from probably yelling in my sleep. Abi gave me a small smile and left the room.

I move closer to the edge of the bed, reaching over to take sip of water. I let out a long sigh, before standing up to put on some clothes.

After finding an outfit suitable for breakfast, I walked into the dining hall, and sat down across from my father.

“Morning, (Y/N).” My father said, and I nodded my head, not wanting to hurt my vocal cords anymore than I already have. “So, I’ve been told that you were screaming in your sleep last night?” He asked and I replied with a shrug of my shoulders.

“Nightmares again?”

“I guess so..” I murmured under my breath, and slowly began to eat my food, but he quickly picked up on it.

“When are you going to get that treated?” He asked, seating his fork down. “It’s not going to treat itself, (Y/N).”

“I know it isn’t, and I-”

“So, what are you doing to do about it?”

“I don’t know, maybe visit the physician or something. Why are you so annoyed with me having nightmares?”

“I am your father, I’m concerned for you and those nightmares of yours.” He says, and I role my eyes.

“The only thing you’re concerned with is finding a possible suitor for me. And you think I can’t find one with having nightmares. They’re normal.”

“Yes, they are normal, but you’d been having one day and every night. That is not normal.” He replied standing up and walked over to my chair and put a hand on my shoulder. “And I do want to find a suitor for you, but I promise you, your health comes first. Understand?”

I nod and he rubs my shoulder, “Promise me, you’ll find some way to at least, bring the amount of nightmares down. I don’t wish to see or hear you suffer every night, my dear.”

“I’ll try, for you father.” He smiled and kissed the top of my head. “Now, I need you in full dress, we have people coming to see us today.” I roll my eyes, and finished my breakfast before going to find Abigail to help me out.

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“How do you think this’ll go?” Abi asked as she helped me put on my dress.

“Not sure, same as all the other times, I presume. Bad.”

“Oh come now, they weren’t bad at all.” Abigail says and I give her a look.

“You must’ve been in the wrong place, cause everyone knows how badly it went.” I said, with a laugh, and she joins in.

“Do.. Do you think this suitor will be the one?”

“It’s definitely a possibility, but I know that if it doesn’t turn out the way, father wants it to go, he’ll definitely be at his wits end.” I reply and Abi nods, and fixes a couple strands of hair.

“Well, I hope the day goes well, and you find the one, m’lady.” She says, taking her things and left. I look at myself once more in the mirror before leaving my room to find my father.

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“Father?” I call out softly, and find that they are all in the common room, waiting for me.

“Here she is. (Y/N), I’d like for you to meet, Leto Atreides, and Lady Jessica of House Atreides.” I smile and do a bit of a bow to the both of them.

“And this is our son, Paul.” Leto introduced, as I bowed to him as well, noticing his eyes following my every move.

“Pleasure to meet you all.”

“I’ll take Lady Jessica and Leto, out to the gardens, why don’t you and Paul get acquainted, hm?” I nod to my father, and direct Paul to another part of the house.

Oh, what a long day this’ll be..

#paul atreides x black!reader #paul atreides x reader #dune movie #wattpad #x reader #angst #crazy start

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Cat and Mouse

A/N: Hey! This is a Peter Parker x Fem!reader this one is based on the 2018 video game version of SpiderMan, cause I had finished the game not too long ago, and I decided to make this. Also I’m not really good at writing out fighting scenes! Hopefully, you still like it! ❤️💙

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!villain!reader

Imagine: (Y/N) is working alone, but like the other villains in the New York, desperately wanting Devils Breath for herself.

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“Hey, Pete.”

“Oh, hey (Y/N). I’m kind of in the middle of something..”

“Looking for this?” (Y/N) asked holding up the red vial of GR-27 or commonly known as ‘Devils Breath.’

“Uh, maybe? Can you hand it over then I’ll tell you?” Peter asked nervously, as she tiptoed towards the edge of the building.

“Come on, you know I’m not going to give it up that easily.” She laughed, as she kept backing up. “You’re gonna have to…”

“Don’t do it..” Peter said almost like a parent scolding their child.

“..Catch me first.” She grins securing the vial on my suit then fall backwards off the edge.

“Aaand she did it.” Peter sighs quickly web-slinging after her. “Come on, (Y/N)! Let’s talk about this!”

“Less talking more swinging, Spider.” She exclaimed, and flew higher up in the sky.

“I need the Devil’s Breath, (Y/N)! That can infect so many people! Just hand it over!”

“You talk way too much.” She says blasting holes in the sides of a couple building, causing chunks of rubble and glass to fall atop of the people below.

Peter quickly swooped in to get move the people out of the way, and it caused him to almost lost sight of (Y/N).

He quickly catches up to her, “This is your final chance! Hand it over or I’m gonna have to get physical!”

“Oh please, you won’t do a thing, but lull someone to sleep with those lame ass one-liners.”

“Hey! Some people really like my one-liners.”

She groans and tries throwing something Pete’s way, but misses and Peter finds an opening. He tackles (Y/N) to the roof of a building and the Devils Breath falls a little ways away, from the both of them.

“Y’know you never were one to play nice.” He says and she rolled her eyes. She pushed Peter off her before bolting for the vial. Peter being quicker shot his web at it and brought it to his hand.

“It’s over, give it up (Y/N).”

“It’s not over, till I say it’s over.” She kicks him in the stomach, causing Peter to drop the vial. She started punching, but Peter swiftly dodges her oncoming punches.

“Come on, you know I can’t hit a lady.” Peter states, “Perfect, then you’ll make sure perfect punching bag.” Peter bobs and weaves, dodging a couple of the hits, but some of the hits to his face and stomach area do land and leave marks and bruises.

Peter then begins to shoot webs at (Y/N)’s hands to hold them down, but she manages to blast through it and stand back up.

They continue to fight, before Pete’s being forced away with a blast from (Y/N). His back hits the railing on the rooftop, causing pain to shoot from his lower back to all different parts of his back.

“Okay, time out. Time out. Maybe we can call a truce, yeah?” Pete says as he slowly gets up. “Maybe we can discuss this over dinner, I make a mean chicken curry..” He says, before realizing that (Y/N) and the Devils Breath are no where to be seen.

‘Damn it.’ Peter holds onto his back as he sits on the edge with his chest against the railing, and his phone started to ring.

‘Yuri..’

“Hey, Yuri.” He said trying not to let Yuri hear that he was clearly in pain. “Did you obtain the GR-27?”

“Spider-Cop has had many, many difficult missions over the years, and this one was no diff-.”

“You could just say, that you lost it.”

“I was getting to that, but when you put it that way. It’s not very fun, is it, Yuri?” Pete replies, before hearing Yuri groan and hang up on him, leaving him badly bruised and dateless.

‘That wasn’t so bad right? At least, I know who has it just gotta find out where she went in one of the most busiest cities. Ever.’

‘No pressure right?’

#x black!reader #spiderman #2018 Spider-Man game #down for the chase #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #yuri watanabe #all inclusive

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Had this one in the drafts for a while, so I finished it. I hope it’s good. And I hope there’s no typos and grammar mistakes. But I’ll talk soon! ❤️

(This one has no title as of right yet)

Pairing: Carl x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Imagine it being (Y/N) who got captured by the Saviors instead of Daryl, and Carl tries not to let them take her.

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“But first we have something- oh, my apologies. Someone that you might want to see,” Negan motions for his men to take someone from out of the truck and pushed them forward, so they were standing unbearably close to him. Before pointing Lucille in my direction. “Avert your eyes if you need to, kid. She is in baaad shape.” He chuckles, removing the bag off her head.

(Y/N)..

I turn my head and eye my Dad, begging him with my eyes to do something, anything. He doesn’t meet my eyes, and continues to stare at Negan. Turning my head to look at (Y/N), as she looked around, like she’s seeing everything for the first time again. She looks up and meets my eyes, then immediately looks down at the ground.

She probably didn’t want me to see her cry, that’s something she’d always hide from me. She had told me everything bout, how she wounded up in Alexandria, and what happened to her group.

She even answered the three questions, my Dad usually asked people that wanted to join us.

But her crying? Was never something she’d admit to anyone, that included me. She always wanted to show everyone how badass and brave she was. I told her countless times that crying is showing bravery too.

Her crying now, truly did mean that these assholes did, in fact, bring her to the edge. And I, so desperately, wanted to kill Negan and the Saviors for that.

“(Y/N), here..oh, may I call you that?” He asked me, and I just chose not to say anything, and it didn’t stop Negan, from smiling wide. “(Y/N), here has a chance to come back and join the fine folks of Alexandria, if she so wishes.”

What game are you playing at, Negan?

“All she has to do is say, ‘yes.’” He finished turning to look at her, but she still didn’t meet anyone’s eyes.

Say, ‘yes.’ Please say ‘yes.’

I hoped and prayed she would say that one word, that would let go of there hold on her, but nothing happened. Nothing was said by her. And Negan smiled wide, as if it could get any wider, draping hand around her shoulders.

“Looks like (Y/N) here, is enjoying my company and doesn’t want to leave, ain’t that a shame?” He ended, with a deep chuckle.

“Isn’t that right, (Y/N)?” Negan asked, and (Y/N) did nothing but stare at the gravel on the ground. And Negan began to get mad with (Y/N) not saying anything, so he crouched down next to her and got close to her ear.

“Isn’t. That. Right?” She didn’t say anything else, and Negan stood up straight, with a quickness, and told some of the Saviors to take her away after putting the bag back on her head.

“Don’t you touch her! You fucker!” I exclaimed, if no one else was going to help her, I will. And nothing was going to stop me.

“Would you look at that? Those are big words, for a little boy like yourself.” Negan said, as he stopped his men from moving (Y/N).

“Why don’t you stand up? And tell it to me again. Y’know face-to-face? Man-to-man.” Negan said. “You are a man, aren’t ya?”

“Carl don’t-”

“No, no, Rick. I got this, it’s alright. We’re just going to have a little discussion, that’s all.”

I stand up not listening to my dad, and stood right in front of Negan, staring at him, dead in his eyes. “Now, what was it you said? You called me a fucker?”

I said nothing to him, and just breathed heavily. I was not playing any of his games.

“Oh, so we’re playing the silent game now? Alright, I’ll bite.” I watched him as he turned around then turned back and hit me in the stomach with the other end of Lucille. I fell to the ground on my hands and knees, coughing profusely.

“I take it you’re not very good at this game.” He says and hits my back with the end of the bat, and I fell flat on my stomach. I look up to see (Y/N) wincing and turning away not wanting to see what Negan was doing.

He gets down on my level and whispers to me. “This. This right here, is a warning. You ever think you can step up to me again? I can promise you Lucille and I will not go easy on you. You will learn your place, that being the bottom of my shoe like the little piece of fucking shit that you are.”

I lift my head up and huff as I met his eyes, “Now get back in line, like obedient little boy that you are.” He said, as he spat on my face.

“Now, that’s taken care of, where were we- oh, right! Put her ass back in the truck.” Negan started. “Now Rick, I need those supplies, in 2 days time. Now, taa motherfucking taa.” Negan began to laugh as they took (Y/N) away, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Carl, what the hell was that about? You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” My dad exclaimed.

“And you guys didn’t do shit, to help her! Are you kidding me?”

“You got a death wish or some’m?” Daryl asked me grabbing my shoulder.

“I did it to save her life, and you guys sat there, none of you were probably thinking about saving her.”

“Now, you know that’s not true.” Michonne said.

“Oh yeah? Then maybe try and save her then maybe we’ll see where your priorities lie.” I replied and walked off away from everyone.

I was done, I was going to find a way to say her, with or without their help.

#carl grimes #carl x reader #carl grimes x reader #wattpad #x reader #fluff #twd negan

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Yo, I need all the Hogwarts Legacy players to step forward!

I want to know, your characters name, what they look like and Hogwarts house, just out of pure curiosity. 🤷🏽‍♀️

I’ll go first.

This is Theodore Albatross, and he is in the Gryffindor house.

I was going to create someone that looked like me, but said ‘fuck it’ and made him. And I love him-

Let me know who you guys created! <3

#hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy #gryffindor #hogwarts houses #repost #lmk #curious