and standing up for what she feels

MariChat fluff

With hours of homework behind her, Marinette gave a heavy sigh, ready to let her head fall against the desk, like many nights behind her.

However, just as her head had hit the wooden table, her eyes were broken apart, hearing a rapid tapping at the door to her roof. Her heart raced for a moment, until a voice came through, and suddenly she knew what had caused the noise, and why.

Standing up, and leaving her Kawmi, Tikki, asleep in the bag atop her desk, she moved, and climbed the ladder, pushing the door up, and his eyes made contact with hers right away.

Bright green, sparkling. Nearly slitted pupils, though they remained mostly full. Then his smile. Jesus that smile. It hadn’t always made her feel this way. Send shivers up her spine, or make her knees quiver.

“Good evening, my princess~” Chat Noir said, speaking softly, and leaning in, attempted a kiss.

Marinette smiled sheepishly, and pulled away. “Oh… Get in here you.” She mumbled, climbing down, nearly slipping down the last step again, were it not for a quick grab around her wrist.

“Careful, little lady. Too much noise could be a problem, besides. I’m not here to nurse a broken neck.” He teased, stepping down after Marinette had regained her balance, down on her floor once more.

“Please, you just want to see me helpless. After all, how many times have I saved your butt?” She asked, throwing a bit of teasing back.

“Yeah yeah, I might. You just happen to look so damn precious sometimes.” He retorted, grinning down at her.

“Why are you always out anyways? Dont you think you’re was-… Using up a lot of free time?” She questioned. While this relationship of theirs had been going on a while now, she had still kept herself a secret, as had he. It was so strange… But… It worked. He no longer bothered her as Ladybug, but their teamwork only seemed to improve. Atop that, Adrien was a good friend, if he did act a little strange sometimes.

“Aw, are you disappointed to see me? Coulda sworn you were the one who couldn’t get enough of this cat’s meow~” He joked, his grin only getting bigger, and cockier.

Marinette rolled her eyes, and suddenly threw her arms around him, burying her face into the soft leather on his chest.

Chat smiled, and held her close, taking a step back, before falling onto her bed, letting his dear lady fall into his grasp just a little closer.

“Lights, hold on… It’ll be nicer like this.” Marinette said, looking up, before reluctantly letting Chat go.

She stood, snapping off her lamp, and overhead light, before turning to the window, and letting the curtains out, the moon able to shine down upon the pair, right against her bed.

She turned, holding back a laugh, to see Chat in a ridiculous pose.

“What? Come on, you love it~!” He chuckled, before reaching out for Marinette’s hand, and pulling her back down onto the bed.

Soon the covers were back around them both, and she was pressed against him. So warm, and it felt amazing. She let her head against him, closing her eyes. “Stay with me ‘til I sleep, kitty?” She asked, like every night before.

And like every night before, he began to purr. “Of course I will, my dear princess. Sleep, and we’ll spend more time together another night.” He said, starting to stroke her hair.

With such a soft feeling enveloping her body, Marinette slept. These last few weeks, she had gone to school on time. Slept well, been in such a better mood. Chat was good for her, and apparently she was good for him.

Chat smiled as he felt her breathing falter, then slow as she fell asleep in his arms. Leaning in, he kissed her forehead, the smell of her shampoo still fresh, and pulled out of her light grip.

“Until another night, my lady.” He said softly, pulling her cover up once more. With that, he was gone, the moon shining down on Marinette’s peaceful, slumbering body.

anonymous asked:

are you ready to forgive me? (are you ready to forget?)

Oliver and Felicity were high school sweethearts. They were ready to get married after school. That is until Felicity got the scholarship of a lifetime; a full ride to her dream school. Oliver already had plans that didn’t involve moving across country, so instead of risking Felicity giving up her dreams he broke up with her, brutally, and took his ring back. Years later their paths cross when Felicity is seeing his sister, a fashion designer, for a wedding dress. 

She’s got everything she wants, her degree, an up and coming company… and the man she settled for? Felicity still has feelings for Oliver, but the way they ended things still hurts her heart. He knows he needs to fight for her this time. 

On the day of the wedding he stands before the entire crowd and tells her just how he feels. 

SEND ME A MADE-UP FIC TITLE AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WOULD WRITE TO GO WITH IT

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anonymous asked:

Eddie and Richie are having a heated makeout session and then Sonia comes home and freak outs from what she just saw

read with caution for teen boys making out

“Rich…Richie…you need to…go…” Eddie choked out as his boyfriend kissed down his neck and over his collarbones, gripping his hips and letting one of his hands tangle in his hair. He was in Richie’s lap, which was pretty common, and the two were sat in the living room where they had been watching a film not too long ago. Then Richie got bored of said film, and thought Eddie was much more entertaining. “I’m serious, my Mom’s gonna be…hmm…home soon…” Eddie’s voice trailed off and he forgot what he was talking about once Richie started sucking on the base of his neck.

“Stop talking.” Richie mumbled against Eddie’s love bite littered skin, and gripped his waist harder, moving his hips over his own and making both boys shiver. Eddie moved his head then and wrapped his slim fingers around Richie’s neck, forcing him to look up.

“Don’t tell me to shut up, Tozier.” He whispered, and Richie saw something dark in Eddie’s eyes that set his whole body on fire.

“Have I ever told you I love it when you get aggressive?” Richie smirked and Eddie shrugged.

“Only every single time you come over.” He teased, and tangled his own fingers in Richie’s hair, giving it a tug, and basking in the sound of Richie’s breath hitching. He watched him swallow nervously as that familiar urge to just drag Richie upstairs started filling Eddie’s mind. “I hate it when you distract me.” Eddie said, leaning down and whispering into Richie’s ear as he kept tugging on his hair. “I was enjoying the movie, asshole.” Richie’s eyes were squeezed shut and both of his hands were trembling on Eddie’s hips, fumbling with the hem of his shirt and just wanting it off because it was getting in the way. Eddie leaned back when Richie whined at him, tugging at the shirt and trying to pull it over his stomach, and yanked it over his head, flinging it to the floor and kissing him hard on the lips.

“Christ, Eddie…” Richie moaned and let his nails rake down Eddie’s exposed back, hearing him whine into his mouth at the stinging feeling. “Please let me take you upstairs…” Richie begged, and Eddie was just about to smile, having some smart ass reply in his head, when something clattered to the floor behind them. Both boys looked up and froze when they saw Eddie’s mother standing in the doorway of the living room, shopping bag on the floor with half of the groceries spilling out, and a look of utter horror on her face. 

“What the HELL is going on in here?!” She shouted, glaring at her son and his delinquent boyfriend, as both boys scrambled off the couch, Eddie jumping from Richie’s lap and desperately trying to search for his shirt as he sheepishly smiled up at his mother.

“Uh, hi Ma!” He nervously laughed, cursing under his breath as he realised he had flung his shirt across the room in the heat of the moment. 

“How’s life Mrs K?” Richie asked, trying to steady his breathing and not start having a panic attack. Mrs Kaspbrak practically growled at Richie before yelling in anger and lunging at him. Richie sprung up from the couch within seconds and hopped over the back of it, heading for the back door. Mrs K ran after him, the remaining shopping bag in hand, and started yelling profanities at him as Eddie followed them.

“Ma, don’t!” He shouted as Richie stumbled out onto the back porch, tumbling down the small steps leading into the yard, before standing up and making a bee line towards the fence.

“You stay off of my property Richard Tozier!” Sonia Kaspbrak screamed at him, throwing an apple from the bag at Richie’s retreating back. Richie scaled the fence, and turned his head to see his panting, terrified boyfriend watching him from the back door, and he winked at him.

“Same time next weekend, Eds?” He called out, just as another apple missed his head by an inch. 

That night, Eddie got grounded for a month, being told that Richie was allowed nowhere near him until he learned to control his ‘urges’. Eddie was forced to go to his room and told not to come out until the morning, even though it was barely six in the evening.

It turned out to not be that bad however, because that night Eddie heard a tapping at his window, and grinned as Richie waved at him and motioned for him to open the window.

“So, I kind of feel bad for earlier.” Richie said, leaning half of his body into Eddie’s room. “Do you mind it if I make it up to you?” Eddie couldn’t contain his smile and dragged him inside, more than ready to finish what they started. 

The Dragon & The Wolf

Dragonpit scene - I love how Jon always wants to be on the front row when Daenerys arrives. 

When he said to everyone he already bend the knee. Danys face— she knew what that line meant. And was conflicted about how to react to this. They already know they are falling hard. At least she does and things like these doesnt make it easier. 

Ok I feel myself coming into a rant here. Its just so beautiful to me how Jon is so different for her than any other man she has ever met. I am rewatching GOT and she has never been around any man like she has been with Jon. 

He intrigues her so much and I don’t think she ever had or felt that for anyone. Her feelings for other men were always clear for her. 

She loved Drogo but it was set up and she fell for him during their relationship. But I feel like that relationship formed who she is now and she didnt really knew who she was back there. She loved -spending time with- Daario but she was always in control with him.

Jon is a completely different story for her. And Emilia plays that so well. He brings out this really special vurnable side of Daenerys we have rarely seen.

And she fell for it, and fell for it hard. 

She was so desperate to save Drogo and her decisions didn’t make any sense and I like how she was the same when she heard of Jon & co being in trouble. She didnt listen but just thought with her heart.

– k I am gonna stop here. I am not even close to Boatsex talk and I am already rambling —

“No one is less happy about this than I am” “I know” Love. Loved. LOVE this. How she just understands him. 

They are both people who ask for respect and honesty. She always asks people to follow her and wants their word and he is a man of his word so its only natural she understands it. Its like the scene he told her he was gonna go to the wall as well. She hates that he is this way but she also respects it. (and finds it extremely attractive).

Also, subtle handtouching. Like you touched last week and now you just wanna get more huh? 

THAT SCENE IN THE CORNER OF DRAGONPIT. They were like 2 schoolkids being all secretly. 

And again, I love how Jon kinda drops a cheesy line there and at any other man she’d roll her eyes but with him it just makes her heart drop.

And him trying to make a joke there. Like here they are, her dragon just died, his plan is going to hell and they share this beautiful bittersweet moment. 

Her whole speech about having to trust him sooner was so heartbreaking cause maybe then her dragon would still be alive. (I am gonna cry when she’ll see Viserion for the first time) 

Dragonstone scene - can they buy a mansion there?

THIS. THIS. Haha Jon, I am so onto you. First the cave paintings and now -Notherners like people who arrive together-trick. Yeah you just want her on that boat huh?

I felt so bad for Jorah tho’. She completely ignored his plan. And she knew she did that. At the end of the scene she leanded to the table a little like trying to hold her posture but full aware that many people, including Jorah, knows about her affection to the King of hte North. 

I find Jon much harder to read. But I think it is beautiful to see how he didnt trust her at first and really does see her for who she is. Like he told her. And how he is so amazed by her. He is so starstruck. I never really liked Jon with Yigritt she was definitely his first love but Dany is something he really pines for. Yigritt was also wrong and impossible but it happened anyway. Here he knows there is much more at stake. But he can’t deny his feelings any longer. And thats why he showed up at her door.

Now about Boatsex, I would have loved for it to go differently - well actually not different just - longer. More build up. But I understand why it went the way it went. Jon knew what he wanted and I love how they let the moment last for a bit with him standing at her door, looking in her eyes, waiting for her approval and she knew what he meant by looking in his eyes and let him in. She bend the knee. 

I was dying for a kiss here. And a little sad it didnt happen - there will be a lot of fanfic request about the missing part between the door and the bed – hint hint. 

But its like we are still gonna get our first kiss in season 8-kinda.

It was so beautifully brought yet stil hot. Jon’s ass was a nice distraction ASS-well. 

And him taking over control was so hot, not only for me but I think Daenerys agrees. Their bodies looked so beautiful together. Fire and Ice. They were so full of need and it was all lust and passionate and then my favorite part came and Jon broke the moment and we had time to realize that this isn’t just two character hooking up. No, they are in love. 

And he was so amazed by her and her beauty and how pure she looked. You can really feel he looks at Daenerys here, not with all the titles but just her and she realized this and she looks so vurnable and just so beautiful to him.

You can really see her kinda scared about what this is she’s feeling and it all just because so overwhelming for them. UGH THIS SCENE.

HOW HE STROKES HER HAIR. SO BEAUTIFUL. 

And how she hold his face. 

And then he just looks at her, when he looks at her, its like the first time I see clearly through his feelings and he just lets his guard down. He loves her. There’s no way to run from his feelings. No more excuses of -the great war is coming-. He never really let his feelings for her take over. Never fully thought with his heart and here he does and he just let it take over.

I just—-

Ps: Tyrion watching was odd but it just represented the scene Bran was talking about how their love ruined all kingdoms and how Tyrion cant feel but sad and confused about what he should do about this and if it is the right thing.

I am not sure how I will make it until 2019 to wait for more and I am so curious to see where all this will go. I am really curious how they will act after this episode and they will probably learn about Jon’s family name soon enough with only 2 episodes in and I do feel this will cause a problem for them. Jon will be all - wtf and Daenerys will be distrustfull about her claim to the throne. But I can suspect moments of Jon being all noble and telling her, by episode 5 probably, that he doesnt want the title but he does want her. Oh and she is definetely pregnant. BRING ON THE ANGST. 

Cant wait for Arya’s reaction to Dany btw. 

– Now I am off to fanfiction land – 

Thank you for an amazing 7th shipping season.

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For Worse

This was a Request for an Anon. They wanted a Story where Bruce Cheated and the Bat Boys react. If you have request go ahead and make one! Also Let me know if you want a part two. (UPDATE: Lots of people have asked for a Part 2 so i’ll start working on it soon ^_^)  part two: here


You weren’t much of a wine drinker, not much of a drinker period in all actuality. When you did drink you preferred the sweetness of a strawberry margarita that masked the taste of alcohol. However, right now, as the slightly bitter liquid pooled to the back of your throat, you couldn’t imagine a better tasting drink.

Sitting on the large black marble kitchen counter, you swung your legs with childlike glee as the world around you suddenly started to feel a little hazy. Patting at your cheek with a sweater covered hand to wipe away some tear stains you filled up your glass of Zinfandel with the other.

The bottle clinks hollowly against the counter just as Alfred rounds the corner into the kitchen. He looks at your form sitting on the counter with wide worried eyes but you can’t be bothered to give him more than a half hearted crooked smile as you knock back half of your glass.

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asks moving slowly toward you. He can clearly see the intoxicated state that you’re in and he doesn’t want to startle you.

“Peachy,” you say with an airy sigh.

“It doesn’t seem so,” he says picking up the large empty bottle of wine. “It’s not even past noon ma’am.”

“I don’t know if I care that much Alfred,” you say with a chuckle. “This is usually the only time I get to be alone.”

He looks at you worriedly, “Maybe right now you shouldn’t be alone.”

You look at him, nose scrunching up in anger and a frown pulling at your lips. “I think I should, you aren’t exactly innocent either, are you?”

Alfred doesn’t waver when meeting your gaze, save for a brief flash of guilt that runs through his eyes. “Why don’t I fix you some coffee and breakfast to help sober you up.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Toast is probably the best option.”

“Where you ever going to tell me?”

“I know you like eggs, so I’ll scramble some for you.”

“How many times did you watch him fuck her?” You say as you grab at his arm.

He stops his rambling at looks at you with a slight tear in his eye, “I’m sorry Mrs. Wayne.”

You look at the older man and see the pain in his eyes and think about the shame he must feel, he is the one who raised Bruce afterall.

“Were you sorry enough to ask him to stop?”

“He pushed me away.”

“Of course he did,” you say snidely letting go of the man and pushing yourself off of the counter. Your sock covered feet hit the floor with slight pat and you walk over to the sink to put your glass down. “When breakfast is done, I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“…Of course ma’am.”

***

Wallowing around in your bed and wiping away ever falling tears all day wasn’t something that you thought you’d be doing when you married Bruce Wayne. However, at the moment you couldn’t think of what else to do. You needed to get your emotions out and rest at the same time. Damian would be home from school soon and the rest of the boys would be home for dinner.

The familiar roar of an engine caught your attention and you felt your body tense. Anticipation and anxiety wracked your form as you waited for the familiar footsteps of your husband to enter the room.

What would you say to him? Could you even bring it up? What if what you saw only happened in a dream? He would never actually hurt you this way would he? He had promised to love and cherish only you after all. How could Batman of all people break his promise?

In your thoughts, you’d barely heard the door to your bedroom open. He doesn’t say anything when he walks through the door. You hear the rustle of clothing and assume that he is removing his suit jacket. You assumptions were proved correct when he comes to sit on the side of your shared bed and pulls the blanket from over your head. He reveales himself to be in his white shirt and black suit pants.

His blue eyes scan over your form worriedly as he rubs a large thumb on your forehead. You have to bite your tongue to prevent sharp words from spewing out of you and rejecting his sweetness.

“Are you still not feeling well?” He asked voice soft and warm.

You shake your head.

He sighs with a sad smile and runs the pad of his thumb over you cheekbone, “I’ll have Alfred make you some soup.”

You don’t respond and stare at him relatively blankly and while this bothers him he shrugs it off to whatever sickness it was that was bothering you.

He stands from the bed and moves over to the closet to change into something more comfortable. You take the opportunity to sit up and push your body up against the headboard and you watch him. As he pulls the shirt off his body you can see every scar and bruise that he’d accrued recently, even the ones on his neck that hadn’t placed there forcefully.

When he slips the grey sweatshirt on over his head your trace is broken.

“Can I say something?”

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice and turns to look at you with curious blue orbs.

“I always thought it would be Talia y’know? Especially on account of how Damian got here, but I thought it would be her.”

“What?” He asks with furrowed dark eyebrows.

“I always thought that the thing with Selina was harmless flirting, even if she did kiss you once or twice, I never really got mad.” You can feel your throat slick and tighten with nerves but your belly is full of rage.

You can see it on his face when it registers what you were talking about and the blanching of his face causes you to get angrier for some reason. You stand up quickly from your position on the bed and instinctively he holds a hand out in attempt to calm you.

“Why would you do that to me? What have I not given you that you couldn’t think ‘I shouldn’t do this, I have a wife waiting at home’?”

“We were caught up in the moment, it wasn’t supposed to happen.” He tries to explain.

“Multiple times, you fucked her multiple times! On different days, on different weeks!”

He looks at you pathetically and you suddenly find that your positions have been reversed and he is the one sitting on the bed while you are the one standing.

“You know I thought this would happen when we were dating, and I told myself that it would be much better if it happened then because I could just leave. But now I can’t, I’m stuck here with you, in this giant stupid house.” You can feel your tears start to well up again but you quickly wipe at your eyes in an attempt to wipe them away. “Were you going to stop sleeping with her? Or were you just waiting to get caught?”

He doesn’t respond and he hangs his head down in shame.

“Look at me!,” you snap agitated and causing him to meet your gaze. “You were bold enough to go and do it no you have to take the consequences the same way you did them.”

“I wasn’t going to stop,” he said truthfully. You feel your jaw twitch at the honesty and the frown that’s pulling at your lips is almost painful. “Selina has always been important to me I suppose, and it felt natural.”

It was almost as if you could hear your heart breaking and you couldn’t stop the sob that ran its way through your throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth in shame and turned away from him as the tears freely flowed down your face. Almost instinctively at your crying from, Bruce was at your side with a large hand on your back trying to comfort you.

“Don’t. Touch. Me!” You snap slapping his hands away. “Why did you marry me? If you felt that way you should have been with her!”

“I love you,” he says desperately.

“No you don’t,” you say pushing him away from you. “If you did you wouldn’t have done this.”

“Thats-” he starts but he stops himself.

“Were you going to say ‘That’s not true’?” You ask incredulously with wide eyes. “So you were planning on cheating on me anyway.”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“God, I’ve wasted all of this time on you,” you say moving around him looking for a pair of shoes to slip on and your keys. “All of the things that I could have done, places I could  have gone, and people who would have loved me, I gave it up for you. I put my career on hold so I could help you. So that Wayne Enterprises would have someone there while you rested. So that our son could have something other than mask to raise him. But you couldn’t do one thing for me? You couldn’t say no one time for me?”

He doesn’t respond, he knows he shouldn’t respond, nothing he can say will make this situation better.

Once you’ve collected your shoes, bag, and care keys, you let out a sigh,”I had really hoped that once you came home that there would be some way that you could deny this and I would have believed you. That I’d been slipped some sort of drug and had been hallucinating the things that I saw, but I was too hopeful.” You wipe at your eyes. “The worse part about it is that you’ve trapped me, Bruce. What can I do? My life has become our kids, your company, and your mission. That has been my job since we’ve gotten married. I lived for us Bruce, why couldn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he pleads. “She was just-”

This isn’t about her, Bruce.” You shake your head and make your way to the bedroom door. “I’m going to stay at the penthouse. Don’t come by. Tell Damian that I’ll come get him for lunch on Saturday like I always do.”

“Are you coming back?”

You look at his sad blue orbs and shake your head, “I don’t know.”

***

Damian was the first to arrive home. Bruce watched from the bedroom window as he and Alfred made their way into the house. What was he supposed to tell him? Not just Damian, but everyone. That he’d driven their mother away and he didn’t know when she’d be back? That he’d ruined their family? No, never that. How could he break his children even more than they already had been.

With a frown, Bruce locked the door to the bedroom and sat in silence and darkness. If he’d gone to the cave he would have opened himself up to questions. In here, for the moment, he was safe. No one would bother him here.

***

“Hey Alfred, where is mom?” Dick asked, taking a drink of his water.

“Yes, I would like to know as well, Pennyworth. It’s not often that you come and pick me up from school,” Damian started pushing around some of his food with his fork.

“Mom didn’t get you from school?” Tim questioned with a furrowed brow. “That’s her thing though.”

“Hence the question,” Damian replied with smirk causing Tim to roll his eyes.

“Maybe she got tired of you being a smartass and didn’t feel like being bothered,” Jason adds in with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own as he rocks back on the legs of his chair.

“Unlikely, considering I’m her favorite,” the youngest said crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides, I haven’t seen her at all, not since this morning.”

“What?” The three older boys questioned alarmed.

“Alfred?” Dick questions again to the older man who hasn’t raised his head from his plate since the questioning started. “Where is mom?”

“I’m afraid, Master Grayson, that it would be best if you went to ask Master Wayne,” the butler deflects.

“Has something happened to, mom?” Tim asks seriously.

“I cannot answer that,” Alfred replies again.

In frustration Jason pushes away from the dining room table to make his way up to the master bedroom, the other boys following quickly behind him.

It only takes a minute for Jason to stomp his way to the bedroom and even less for him to begin banging on the door.

“Open the door up, old man” He starts impatiently. “We just want to know where mom is.”

There is a pause as the boys listen for movement, and when there isn’t any Jason pounds on the door again, “I’ll break the door open!”

“Jason!” Dick scolds. “Mom will be mad if you break her door.”

“Well how else am I supposed to get him to open it?”

“We could use our brains?” Tim suggests.

“No need,” Damian says pulling out his blade and shoving it in the jam of the door. He uses his weight as pressure and pops open the door.

“That still counts as messing up the door,” Dick says pointing at the ruined lock.

“It’s still intact isn’t it?”

“Whatever.”

Tim pushes open the door giving way to the light from the hallway to flood into the dark room. Tim quickly finds the light switch and the room lights up.

“Father?” Damian questions when the lights flicker on and he sees the man sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in hands.

The man doesn’t respond to his name being called and this sends the boys into a slight panic. Dick quickly walks over and places a large hand on Bruce’s shoulder and tries to shake him out of his trance.

The man looks at the boys and sadness flashes in his eyes as he realizes he has to explain how he’s taken their mother from them.

“Where is mom?” Tim asks.

Damian watches from a distance and takes in the state of the room. On the occasions that he’d have nightmares, he usually finds himself in his parents bed snuggled against his mother in the expansive bed as she protected him from the dreams. He probably knew better than anyone what their bedroom was supposed to look like.He noted that the dresser was suspiciously bare of his mother’s jewelry boxes and perfume bottles.  He casts a quick glance at Jason who seems to realize that something is off about the room.

Damian walks around the bed to his mother’s closet and opens it only find it empty. Jason stands behind his youngest brother staring at the empty room perplexed.

“This is her’s,” Damian mutters, “Where is her stuff?”

When it clicks for Jason he’s consumed with rage and he’s stomping over to Bruce again and pushing his startled brothers away. His large hand is around Bruce’s collar in an instant and he’s pulling the man up.

“What did you do? Why did she leave?” Jason questions acidly, his own blue eyes clashing violently with Bruce’s.

“Leave?” Dick questions. “How do you know she left?”

“Majority of Ummi’s things are gone. Like they were packed up.”

“She left us?” Tim questions swallowing thickly.

“I’m pretty sure she left him!” Jason hisses shaking the man who is still staring blankly at him. “What did you do?”

“What could you have done to make her leave like this?” Tim asks.

Dick examines his adoptive father keenly as he runs the scenarios through his mind. His mother adored Bruce, so why would she just leave?

Seemingly having enough of being pushed around Bruce quickly wraps his hand around Jason’s wrists and squeezed before ripping the hand off of his collar. The stretched fabric falls limply around his neck as he looks at the four of his sons angrily.

“You all need to leave,” He says sternly. “Your mother is safe.”

Dick’s gaze falls onto where the collar hangs limply at Bruce’s neck and he spots a purple bruise on his neck that causes a thought to run through his mind and it makes his hair stand on end.

“You wouldn’t,” Dick says with a shake of his head and a disbelieving smile. “You couldn’t, not to Mom, right?”

“What are talking about, Grayson?” Damian asks looking in between the two men.

Bruce meets Dick’s gaze and the younger man feels himself getting hot with anger the longer he holds his gaze.

Tim examines his father and finds the same bruise on Bruce’s neck and he puts it together. Instead of letting his anger consume him he glances back at his younger brother and grabs his arm.

“Let go of me, Drake,” Damian struggles as Tim pulls him along.

“Alfred knows where she went doesn’t he?” Tim asks glancing at the guilty man. A quick nod is all he needs as he proceeds down stairs with the young boy.

“Who was it with? Viki? Talia? Who?” Dick questions angrily.

Jason snorts in anger as he realizes what his brother is implying.

“Selina,” Bruce responds after a long pause.

Dick shakes his head in anger, “I knew you could be an asshole but not like this.”

Dick locks eyes with his brother, “We should find out where mom is and go see her in the morning. I’m sure she wants to be alone now.”

Jason nods and watches as his Dick leaves the room. He stares down the older man for a second before stomping out.

***

It seemed like it was always raining in Gotham, despite whatever the season was. At the moment that suited you just fine. The wide open space of the penthouse was smaller than what you were used to but still felt empty. You were happy that Bruce hadn’t tried to come and see you, you don’t think you could have been as civil as you were if he had come to see you.

So when there was a knock on the door, you felt dread fill your stomach. You quickly padded over to the door and looked out of the peephole and saw the distorted visage of four familiar figures.

“Boys!” You say with wide eyes as you swing open the door.

“Ummi!” The youngest voice calls out as he leaps at you burying his face in your stomach as his small but strong arms wrap themselves around your waist.

“Damian,” you say with a smile, running a comforting hand along his back.

“We were worried,” Dick says with a smile and a shrug as he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“You’re all so sweet,” you say with a smile moving to the side and letting the boys into the home.

“We didn’t want you to be alone,” Tim says, “We also wanted to make sure your weren’t in danger.”

“Oh,” you say sadly and closed the door behind them. Damian let’s go your waist and instead opts to hold your hand. “I shouldn’t have left in such a hurry, I know it can be unsafe.”

“We understand, mom” Jason says with a smile. You meet his normally stern eyes and you feel your tear ducts well up. “Hey, don’t cry! I brought food.”

We, brought food,” Dick pops in as Jason shows you a bag in is hand. “Tim set the table.”

Damian brings you over to sit you at the dining room table as Tim makes a place for the each of you.

Jason and Dick bring the food out and then sit down to join you.

“We’re sorry about Bruce,” Dick starts looking at you with a sad smile. “But we understand and we’ll be here for you.”

The boys nod their heads in agreement.

You smile at your boys, feeling slightly better than you had been in hours, “Thank you.”

Five Seconds (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: When you confessed to Richie, you got the expected response, but that doesn’t mean it hurt any less. Not even a week later he decides to talk to you, not so subtly jealous about you spending time with Ben. Things sort of…escalate from there.

Warnings: Cussing and Kissing. (oh no, not kissing! *parents screaming, children crying, Ohio catches on fire*) This is a request. DON’T HESITATE TO SEND IN REQUESTS. (Don’t send in like 50 tho. I still need sleep.)

Word Count: 1,698


“Can I t-talk to you.”

Richie stops laughing at Stan and, still giggling, turns to you. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You glance over Richie’s shoulder to see Beverly shoot you a thumbs up. “I’ve been, well- It was Beverly’s idea! But for a while now…” You stumbled over words, trying to soften the embarrassing blow of ‘I have a crush on you’.

“I like you!” You blurt, deciding to get it over with. “I l-like you as more than a friend.”

There’s a moment of silence in which you count the seconds that painfully tick by.

One. Richie’s mouth opens and closes, you can see his eyes dart to the other boys. They’re whooping and hollering, pushing him and giggling like idiots.

Two. You can feel the headrush hit you hard, along with waves of nausea.

Three. Teasing smiles stay on the boys’ faces, but Beverly’s melts off. She knows. She knows what’s going to happen.

Four. Richie’s ears turn fire hydrant red as you grow pale and faint. His eyes once again scan the boys, who continue to tease without mercy. You close your eyes, wishing they’d stop. There would be nothing to celebrate.

Five. “I’m s-sorry…”

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Taylor has always been someone who’s taught me to be forgiving to people who have hurt you (I.e innocent) but now that she’s evolved and she’s grown up she’s realised that it’s okay to feel angry at the people who have hurt you. LWYMMD to me is basically Taylor explaining how she has always tried to be the kind person she always was but if you continue to be cruel she will stand up for herself and not let others walk all over and step up against bullies. She has taken the “snake” as a representation of what people think of her but has made it her own, more like “you think im a snake? I’ll show you a snake.”

I’ve read a lot of people say and ask if she’s “mentally okay” and I guess with anyone who has been bullied no you’re not okay. You’re angry and confused and I think LWYMMD represents that feeling you get when someone continuously tried to put you down.

  • b99 hiding melissa fumero's pregnancy: aight okay this is chill... Amy wears pantsuits that we can alter to hide her belly, she carries huge bags, she loves doing paperwork which means she can sit behind her desk a lot... we got this y'all,, hey you know what why not throw an 'Amy Goes Undercover As A Pregnant Lady' plot in the mix for when she gets super pregnant we're so good at this you guys
  • b99 hiding chelsea peretti's pregnancy: um... you know what? maybe Gina can change up her fashion sense to baggy clothes. oh that doesn't work? okay. guess we can just make Gina pregnant. I mean sure pregnancy freaks her out but she's Gina Linetti. No one should presume to know her, not even us, the show that created her
  • b99 IF stephanie beatriz gets pregnant: okay you know what fuck this!! Rosa's clothes r basically a second layer of skin?? if skin were made out of black leather?? she stands up all the damn time too we can't hide this behind no desk!! plus we already did the undercover as pregnant lady thing with amy!! what we gon do if Rosa feels like beating someone up??? everyone will see the huge watermelon on her tum and JUST. why we doing this? we don't even get emmys for this crap

i’m at my job interview. everything is going well - i’m dressed to the nines, my resume and cover letter are both laminated and gold encrested, and so far i’ve wooed the interviewer with my knowledge of the customer service industry. nothing could possibly go wrong now. just as the interviewer is about to offer the job, there is a knock on the door and the secretary from the lobby steps through. i turn to say hello to her again, an expression of my politeness and charisma, but she gives me a dirty look. i don’t understand, but i think perhaps shes just having a bad day. i don’t think much about it. the interviewer invites her in, and she walks around the desk and whispers something into his ear. his eyes widen, and i see him glance at me with a look of shock and disgust. the secretary stands up straight and gives me one more nasty look before exiting. suddenly i am afriad. what could they possibly have found out about me to warrant such a reaction? what had i done between walking into the office and this point to cause such an obvious problem? i swallow, and it feels like a stone in my throat.

“well,” the interviewer says. “we’ve run into a bit of a problem.”

i have to hold back my disappointment. “what’s wrong?”

“my secretary just informed me of something quite disturbing about you, and i’m not sure we can allow it within our company.”

“okay,” i say. “what did she say?”

he paused for a long moment; he glanced away from me and then back to me, as if he was struggling to get the words out. i noticed, at the end, that he had tears in his eyes.

“she……she told me……”

“yes, sir?”

at that moment, he looked me dead in the face. “she told me…..that op is an aphobe.”

Haechan: I got detention.

Doyoung: What happened? And you’re grounded.

Haechan: Well when the teacher was standing in the front of the chalk board, she asked all idiots to stand up

Doyoung: Okay, so?

Haechan: I stood up and said I didn’t want her to feel lonely. 

Doyoung: You’re ungrounded, you just made my day and Taeyong is on the floor laughing. 

Famous

Spencer Reid x Reader 

The team can hear Garcia’s scream from their desks. They used to jump up and run to her office, but now … not so much. Reid sighs and shakes his head, while Prentiss and Morgan laugh and shake their heads. JJ emerges from her office on the second level of the Bullpen and looks down at the three members of the team below her. “What happened now?”

Prentiss smirks and goes back to writing, laughing to herself. “You never know with Garcia.”

The woman in question bursts through the glass doors right then, a flurry of blonde hair and bright colors as she says, “Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” over and over.

“Who announced they’re getting married now?” Prentiss asks. “Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield?”

“As much as I would love that, no,” Garcia responds as she rushes over to them. “What I want to know is what this is!” She stops in front of Reid’s desks and thrusts her phone (her second spare one, that is) in his face. “Enlighten me, Dr. Reid?”

Reid blinks at the sudden intrusion of his personal space before taking Garcia’s hand and moving it back so that he can see what’s on the screen. He swallows when he sees it’s an Instagram post from your account displaying the picture that he currently has set as his home screen on his phone. Reid and you are cuddled together with him placing a kiss on your cheek, and you laughing.

He raises his eyebrows and spins back around in his chair, burying himself back in his work. “Right. That.”

He can practically feel Garcia’s body heat rising. “That’s all you have to say?” she squeals.

“What is it, Baby Girl?” Morgan asks, leaning over in his cubicle/desk. Prentiss does the same.

Garcia walks quickly over to him. “Only our favorite doctor cuddled up with the nicest, most beautiful woman on the planet!” She thrusts the phone in Morgan’s face. Prentiss leans over and looks also.

After examining the photo for a few seconds, Morgan raises his eyebrows playfully and faces Reid. “What is this, prettyboy?”

JJ sighs from where she still stands on the second level. “Did (y/n) post the picture?”

“Yup,” Reid responds, still not looking up from the file he’s reading.

Prentiss looks up at JJ. “You knew about this?” she asks.

The blonde raises her eyebrows. “He’s the Godfather of my child. Of course I knew.” She smiles and walks back into her office, leaving Garcia, Morgan, and Prentiss gaping at her. But they quickly turn their attention back to the doctor.

Morgan whistles appreciatively. “Almost a million likes. Who is this girl, Garcia?”

“She’s totally famous on Instagram and practically everywhere else!” Garcia exits out of the picture of you and Reid and scrolls through your feed so they can see the rest of your pictures. “She’s not really a model, but she also is? I guess? She’s mostly a role model, for, like, everyone, and she raises money for charities and all of that amazing stuff.”

“So this is your girl, kid?” Morgan asks.

Reid finally looks up from his file and looks at Morgan. “My girlfriend, yes. (y/n) and I met about eight months ago when she was on a trip here to D.C. Things just kind of escalated from there, and…here we are. We didn’t really want to tell anyone and let it get out until we were ready.”

“And when, pray tell, were you going to tell us, then?” Prentiss asks.

Reid smiles. “She’s coming to team dinner at Rossi’s on Saturday.”

Garcia makes an almost inhuman squeaking noise at the news, while Morgan and Prentiss just smile. “There we go, kid!” Morgan yells.

“Hey.” The four team members look up at Hotch, who had just walked out of his office. “When you’re all done, BAU room. We have a case.” After they all nod, Hotch continues on his way to their meeting space.

They all stand up and start to gather their things for the meeting. Garcia walks by Reid and places a big kiss on his cheek. He can’t help but blush at the physical contact. “Congratulations.” she says sincerely.

He smiles. “Thanks, Garcia.”

Prentiss and Morgan walk up to him next, and the latter claps Reid on the shoulder with a grin. “Way to go, prettyboy. Your charms finally worked.”

Reid chuckles. “I didn’t even have to use magic this time.”

Morgan grins and wraps his arm around the boy’s shoulders, pulling him into him as they walk up to the meeting.

Originally posted by dxmureminds

“No, Harry.”

His foot’s between the door before Y/N’s able to close it shut, and he’s sneaking inside despite her many attempts at running him off.

“Jus’ listen yeh?”

He follows her figure, trying hard not to let his mind wander too much, but the way her body sways as she walks towards the kitchen does little to prevent that.

She stops in her tracks and looks at him over her shoulder, rolling her eyes at the way his lips curve up into a smirk. A smirk that has done Harry a lot of good when flashed, getting him anything and everything he wanted.

It’s easy for her to disregard it, having known him for far too long to be immune to the charm that is Harry Styles.

“Not gonna pretend to be your girlfriend to impress your band mates.”

Harry watches how her shirt rises up when she reaches for the top of the cupboard, skin peeking through.

“Just one dinner?” He reaches over the island counter for a banana from the fruit bowl, eyeing Y/N’s attempts at retrieving her favourite mug. “Aven’t had a pretty little number around m'arm for a while, think they’re starting t'think I might be gay or summat.”

Y/N’s turns around at that, giving her best friend her full attention now.

“Is that bad?” She crosses her arms over her chest, her back leaning against the stove.

“No,” he mumbles, picking at the peel before stuffing the last bit into his mouth, “but everyone’s taking someone and I don’ wanna be the loner.” His nose scrunches at the thought, mind wandering to the plenty of times he’s tagged along with his couple friends. And don’t get him wrong, he loves hanging out with them regardless of him being the third wheel, but sometimes, even he feels left out.

Y/N feels for him, she does, but in what world does she fit into his life? She’s been in he background for years now, and she really doesn’t wanna jeopardise that. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to jeopardise them? And it’s just dinner right?

His eyes meet hers, and he gives her a weak smile as he stands up to discard the banana peel into the garbage bin inside one of the bottom cabinets.

“So?” He quirks an eyebrow, now leaning against the sink, hands in his front jeans pockets.

She huffs defeatedly, turning around once more and reaching up for the mug.

“Harry, what makes you think we could pull it off? We couldn’t deceive a stranger even if we tried.”

“Wha’? Tha’s not true. Lots of m'friends think we’re dating!” Maybe that’s something he shouldn’t have said.

She bows her head in exasperation, cursing under her breath for having put away the mug so high up.

“Yeah?” Her words are becoming strained the higher she stands on her tip toes, “but dinner means lovey dovey glances, and kissing and all that couple-y stuff. How ya gonna fake that, hmm, buddy?”

Harry thinks he’s had enough of looking at her struggle, he shakes his head in amusement and pushes himself forward until he’s standing over her.

He reaches an arm out, easily retrieving the mug and setting it on the counter.

“Thanks,” she mutters before feeling Harry’s palm press against her lower back and she’s suddenly stumbling into him, breath hitching.

He’s managed to cup her neck, his thumb resting where her jaw meets her ear. And he’s looking at her with those eyes, eyes that flicker from her eyes to her lips and back.

Her breathing seems to slow down when Harry’s face begins to lean closer to hers. And she’s catching herself starring at his lips.

All she can do is stand there, palms against his chest, waiting for him to make a move.

His lips break into a smile before softly pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips.

“But would we really be fakin’ it?”

Okay, maybe she’s not completely immune.

The not Shawn Mendes tour

Summary: You’re sitting in on q&a with Shawn and the fans are asking you more questions than Shawn.

a/n: thank you so much for the love with 27 to Forever: vows, I loved writing that because I just imagined what I would want Shawn to be saying. I cannot believe so many people liked it. I love all of u sm. My requests are open, just request request :) 


Your name: submit What is this?

“That’s a good question, uhm, I don’t know.” Shawn, your boyfriend, smiled at the fans that was gathered in the little room. “I’ll think about it.” 

That was his first answer for the whole q&a session, and you were glad it was a good question. You can tell by the way how Shawn is smiling comfortably and his gears are really turning in his mind, thinking about the question. 

“Can I ask y/n a question?” The next fan, that he picked, spoke up. By the mention of your name, Shawn’s face just lit up and he looked at where you were standing in the back. 

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Broken (Nolan Holloway)

Originally posted by wolfiehunters

for dramatic effect I was listening to this song when I wrote this so it adds to the story….. and it's a good song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghPcYqn0p4Y

“really Nolan? You’re still going on about this?” I said rolling my eyes at him.

“I’m telling you y/n it wasn’t an animal okay I know what I saw.” Nolan said putting his head in his hands.

“look Nolan whatever it was it’s gone now and it isn’t going to come back, so let’s just relax and ace this biology test tomorrow!” I said throwing his book to him.

Ever since the charity lacrosse game Nolan hasn’t been the same. He saw the beast in the library, everyone did, but we told everyone it was some kind of animal. Everyone else was convinced but we had a tough time convincing Nolan. I wasn’t exactly the poster child for humanity either. I was called a kitsune or a fox. Unfortunately my sister Kira couldn’t control her inner fox so she was sent to live with the skin walkers until she could. I think that was when I started to seek comfort in something besides the pack. That’s when I found Nolan.

“I can’t just get over this, how can you?” He asked studying me.

Nolan struggled with his mental health, he was as broken as I was and I guess I took comfort in that. We became fast friends and used each other for a shoulder to cry on.

“I just have trust in the police department that the problem has been solved.” I said shrugging my shoulders.  

He sighed before opening his textbook and highlighting important sections. I glanced up at him before doing the same. My phone started ringing scaring me and Nolan. I quickly picked up seeing Scott’s name flash on the caller ID.

“hello?” I answered.

we have a problem, meet me at my house in 20 minutes.” Scott said before hanging up.

I sighed. Just when things were finally looking up.

“who was that?” Nolan asked looking up.

“uh my mom she needs me home.” I lied effortlessly.

That was one thing I hated. Lying to Nolan was easy too easy and it killed me. I wanted to tell him everything but I couldn’t. There was no guarantee he would take lightly to the information and besides we were under fire after everything that happened with the wild hunt so remaining under the radar was the best option.

“but you just got here.” Nolan said looking down visibly upset.

“I know I’m sorry but my mom she really needs me.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

The truth was I would rather stay here with Nolan all night. I guess you could say in the time that we spent together my feelings for the broken boy blossomed.

“If you don’t want to hang out with me all you have to do is just say so.” Nolan said looking down at his feet.

I got off of his floor going to sit in front of him.

“Nolan look at me.” I said putting my hand on his cheek.

Nolan slowly lifted his eyes off the ground looking at me.

“Nolan that is just your anxiety talking okay? Nolan you’re my best friend, there is no one I’d rather spend time with than you.” I said smiling at him.

Nolan gave me a smile before nodding his head. I kissed his cheek before hurrying out the door. I got to Scott’s house 10 minutes late earning annoyed glances from the rest of the pack.

“we need to talk.” Scott said giving me a serious look.

It was never good when Scott said we needed to talk.

“Nolan?” I said in disbelief.

“I’m sorry but he’s working with them.” Scott said sullen.

“No, he wouldn’t do that!” I said a tear rolling down my cheek.

“He stabbed Corey right in the hand and showed everyone in the library!” Mason grumbled.

“Also Brett and Lori Talbot are dead.” Scott said looking over at Liam with a sad glance.

I couldn’t believe it. I had saved Lori and Brett when the deadpool was going on. I couldn’t save them now. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t want to believe the boy I loved could be doing this. I could feel the fox fighting to get out as my anger rose.

“I know it isn’t what you wanted to hear, but I wouldn’t lie to you.” Scott said grabbing my hand.

I shook my head knowing he was right. What was I supposed to do now?

“now we need to watch our backs, watch each others backs, don’t trust anyone except for each other.” Scott said looking at all of us.

We all went home to think about what Scott told us. Nolan tried to text me but I couldn’t bring myself to read any of his messages. I couldn’t believe he was actually working with them. The next morning I didn’t feel like going to school but I knew I needed to be there for Liam and Corey considering we were the only three in the pack still in school. I walked in to school earning glances from all the students. The looked at me and whispered. I focused my kitsune hearing to hear what they were saying.

“She’s one of them.”

“don’t get too close, she’s dangerous.”

“she hangs out with that Liam kid she has to be one of them.”

“yeah didn’t you see her in the library? She was glowing orange.”

I felt a tear fall from my eye as I walked the halls to find Liam and Corey.

“people are talking about us” I said walking over to the boys.

Ignoring the stares of the students was hard.

“yeah I hear them too. They know something is up. We shouldn’t have come today.” Liam said tugging at his hair.

“listen you guys will be fine, all you have to do is act normal.” Mason said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I don’t know if that’s going to work. There were two sophomore lacrosse players in the street the other night, they had a clear view of you Liam.” Corey said.

“yeah that’s it we need to leave.” Liam said grabbing my hand.

“if you leave now, they win. You need to stay and show them your just like all of us.” Mason said blocking our way.

“we can’t pretend to be normal okay we aren’t normal.” Liam says frustrated.

“look all you need to do is be like Clark Kent, nobody knows he’s actually superman.” Mason said making Corey nod.

“Clark Kent doesn’t have fangs and glowing eyes and he certainly doesn’t have a bright glowing aura around him.” I said rolling my eyes.

“She’s got a good point.” Liam said agreeing with me.

“look you guys can do this I know you can.” Mason said sighing.

I sighed knowing he was right. Liam sighed too. I mean we’ve been pretending to be normal all this time what could one more day hurt. I walked to English class which I had with Nolan and Gabe, who I found out was also working with the hunters. I felt all the eyes of the students on me as I sat down. Nolan stood up and took the seat beside me. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

“where were you last night?” Nolan asked looking at me. 

“I told you my mom…” I started but was cut off.

“I went to your house and your mom wasn’t even home, funny you weren’t there either.” Nolan said glaring at me.

“Nolan..”

“You know people are talking right, they’re saying stuff about you. Stuff that would explain a lot like where you go when you disappear.” Nolan continued getting in my face.

This wasn’t like him at all. He was never confrontational especially not with me.

“what gonna stab me with a pen too?” I snapped at him.

Nolan was taken back at my outburst and honestly I was too.

“I..” He started but I cut him off this time.

“I don’t know what kind of nonsense they’re filling your head with but I’m not the enemy neither is Liam or Scott or anyone. Nolan you know me, you know me better than anyone, you don’t actually believe all that stuff do you?” I said hurt evident in my voice.

Nolan didn’t say anything. He got up and walked back to where Gabe was sitting. Our teacher came in starting the class but I was finding it hard to focus. My emotions got the best of me and soon I had tears falling down my cheeks.

“miss Yukimura do you need a minute?” Our teacher asked looking at me.

I shook my head before running out of the classroom. I went to the bathroom breaking down. This was wrong. This was all wrong. Everyone in Beacon Hills would be dead if it weren’t for us, Nolan would be dead. I remember when the ghost riders took him, I tried to save him but I was too late. If it weren’t for, dare I say it, Theo I would have been taken too. I got up splashing some cold water on my face. I could do this.

“Do you know it helps to talk about what you’re feeling.”

I turned around to see Miss Monroe, who had hunted down Brett Talbot, standing there with a smirk on her face.

“No thanks, I don’t want to talk to someone like you.” I growled turning around.

“I’m not the one you need to be thinking of it’s the ones we never expect to cause the most damage.” She said before walking out the door.

I knew she was talking about Nolan. I exit the bathroom being greeted by Liam, Corey and Mason.

“We have a problem.” Corey says.

“we have a lot of problems what now?” I asked rolling my eyes.

“Gabe and Nolan, they want to get you guys to shift in front of everyone so they can expose what you are.” Mason said looking at me and then Liam.

“I don’t exactly work like that.” I said.

“you don’t think they’ve been doing their homework too? I could find a lot about kitsunes and they can too.” Mason said.

“so what are we going to do?” Liam said coming to stand by me.

“well the entire lacrosse team is blocking all the exits.” Corey said.

“it’s not like you guys can just turn invisible and get out of here.” Mason says scratching his head.

“or can we?” I said looking at Corey.

Liam and I grab on to Corey and he turns us invisible along with himself. Mason attempts to lead us out of school but every exit is blocked by lacrosse players. Mason makes another turn running straight in to Gabe and Nolan.

“where are they?” Gabe asks Mason.

“Who?” Mason said playing dumb.

Gabe was clearly not impressed.

“you know who.” He said clenching his jaw.

“oh Liam and Y/n yeah I haven’t seen them since the last time I saw them.” He rambled scratching his head.

Gabe and Nolan looked at each other confused.

“okay when was that?” Gabe asked clearly annoyed now.

“the last time I saw them was definitely the time I saw them last.” Mason said unsure of what he was even saying now.

Nolan looked at Gabe again before taking dust out of his pocket and blowing it our way. Liam, Corey, and I were now visible to everyone. Gabe grabbed Liam while another lacrosse player grabbed me. We were taken in to the empty science classroom and thrown to the floor. Liam got up but Gabe punched him in the face.

“stop what are you doing.” I growled walking over to Gabe.

He smirked at me before punching me in the face as well. I grab my nose trying to keep the blood from staining my shirt. I look at Nolan betrayal in my eyes.

“come on Liam all you have to do is shift.” Gabe says kicking Liam in the stomach.

A crowd of students has gathered just watching the action going on. I stood back up but Gabe turned to me punching me again.

“you know you can take us, all you have to do is shift.” Gabe said beating Liam up more.

At this point Liam was bloodied and barely standing. Gabe turned to me with a sadistic smirk.

“And you.” He said grabbing me by the hair and dragging me to the electric outlet.

I tried to fight back knowing what would happen if I touched that.

“I wonder what would happen If you got a little too close to this outlet.” Gabe whispered in my ear.

“why don’t you find out.” I snapped glaring at him.

Gabe slammed my face off the table making my vision go blurry. I could barely stand from the pain of each blow he delivered. I couldn’t heal like a werewolf, it took time and energy, two things I didn’t have right now.

“Gabe that’s enough.” Nolan said his voice cracking.

“Did you forget the whole purpose of this Nolan?” Gabe growled turning towards him.

He walked back over to Liam who had his eyes shut tight. I was relieved when I saw Mrs. Finch walk in to the room. However she just stands there watching the scene.

“do something!” Mason says struggling.

“Sometimes its best if we let them work out their problems on their own.” She says before leaving.

Gabe punched Liam again. Liam still had his eyes closed trying to control his inner wolf from escaping.

“open your eyes Liam.” Gabe growled wrapping his hands around his throat.

“the sun. the moon. the truth.” Liam said taking deep breaths.

“what are you talking about?” Gabe growled.

“the sun. the moon. the truth.” I repeated from my spot on the floor.

“Liam open your eyes.” Gabe growled.

Liam opened his eyes and they were his blue color thankfully. I mustered up all the strength I could manage and took off my belt which was actually my katana. I clicked it in to place and before Gabe could make another move I was holding it at his throat.  

“See I told you all, look at her.” Gabe said not moving.

I managed to connect my eyes with Nolan who looked horrified. I wore my belt around him all the time and now he found out what it actually was.

“It’s a Japanese sword you’ve proved nothing.” I growled.

Gabe went to take another step forward but was cut off by a voice.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Bobby Finstock asked coming in the classroom.

He grabbed Nolan and Gabe by the back of their necks and pushed them towards the door.

“YOU TWO TO THE PRINCIPLES OFFICE NOW!” He yelled.

The other students just stood there staring at us.

“GET OUT ALL OF YOU! I CAN’T STAND TO LOOK AT ANY OF YOUR FACES.” He yells shooing all the students out.

I fold my sword back in to my belt before dropping down beside Liam.

“you did it.” I said stroking a hand through his hair.

“Clark Kent right?” Liam said spitting out some blood.

“Yeah Clark Kent.” I said smiling.

Mason drove us home making sure we got in alright. I went to the bathroom examining the bruises and cuts on my face. I touched the bruise flinching as soon as my hand made contact with it. I could feel the tears rush down my cheeks. I felt defeated, I felt like a monster. I grabbed a washcloth and started cleaning the blood off my face. I didn’t even recognize the girl in the mirror anymore.

“this is all wrong." I whispered my voice shaking due to the tears. 

I walked to my room slowly letting the tears fall freely. It was hard to be strong when everyone was against you. I picked up the picture of me and Kira from my nightstand. God I missed her. Nolan filled the void that Kira left and now he was gone too. I should have went with her to live with the skin walkers. I passed the test, Kira didn’t but I still should have stayed. Maybe that’s where I belonged. I took out a piece of paper addressing it to Nolan

Nolan,

This isn’t easy to say, so I’m just going to come out and say it. You were right. I’m not normal. I lied to you. I’ve been lying to you. I wanted to protect you. I never wanted you to get involved with my crazy world so I thought not telling you was the best option. The truth is I didn’t have a choice in what I am. I’m called a Kitsune. It’s the Japanese word for fox spirit which is exactly what I am. Sometimes the fox spirit inside takes over the human it possesses and turns malevolent which is what happened to my sister Kira. She had to go live with these creatures called the skin walkers. Nolan I wish I would have told you all this sooner but I didn't know what your reaction would be. I thought I was protecting you but I was only hurting you by lying. You filled the void that my sister left. You were there to dry my tears and offer me guidance and you’ll never know how much that truly meant to me. There is one other thing I want to tell you, it’s something I’ve known ever since you were taken by the ghost riders (which you wouldn’t remember happened either.) Nolan I love you. I’m in love with you. All of you, all of your fears, your anxiety, everything. I ruined everything by not telling you, and I hurt someone I would never want too. So this is why I am writing you this letter Nolan. I’m going to go to a place where I can’t hurt you anymore. I should’ve stayed with Kira when she was taken by the skin walkers then I would’ve never hurt you in the first place. Goodbye Nolan, I’m sorry I let you down but you won’t have to worry about me anymore by the time you read this letter I’ll be gone from your life so I can’t hurt you anymore.

Sincerely,

The Fox

Tears stained the page as I finished writing the last words. I paced around my room not really sure if I was making the right choice. The pack needed me here, but I didn’t know if I could stay. I grab the note and walk out of my room running down the steps. I take a look at my house thinking about all the memories made here, all of the memories with Nolan, with Kira, with the pack. I was going to miss them all but I knew I was making the safest decision for me right now. I opened the door, Nolan standing on the other side, just about to knock.

"Nolan.” I gasped.

SEQUEL OUT NOW : Bruised, Burned Battered Bloodied

@xxtorchxx made this beautiful manip and I begged her to let me make words. This is definitely not my normal medium but I just couldn’t resist. Thanks also to @bridgetteirish and @fictorium for helping make this acceptable to share with y’all. so anyway, here goes……. 


The elevator slid shut as Kara was still rattling off Cat’s agenda. She was so wrapped up in the urgency of the morning she hadn’t even realized she was now talking to closed silver doors. Without thinking, she took off at a sprint down the stairs. Taking them five at a time and concerned only with catching up before Cat drove away, she never stopped to consider if she should catch up.

“Well well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d suspect Supergirl lent you some of her speed.” The wink Cat threw Kara’s way as the elevator opened nearly knocked her off her feet.

“Um… No, I… That’s impossible, Ms. Grant.  She can’t give someone her speed.” For all her stoic composure when in the super suit, dressed as Kara, she continually lost herself to the bumbling denials and bashfulness.

“Mmm.” Cat rolled her eyes, “Yes, yes, darling. So you say.” And with a subtle flip of her hand, she quietly signalled for Kara to continue the previous conversation about her agenda as they made their way out to the waiting car.

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Am I the only one who feel like this had a deeper meaning? Maybe that her ex-husband always told her that she owed him something and that she’s still stuck with that, and that Levi obviously has seen and understood it. She looks kinda sad while nodding so it’s gotta be something right? I need to know more about Levi’s dad. I hope they make a full episode about him, that he comes back and Raven and Chelsea face him, that Chelsea finally can stand up for herself and send him to hell, kinda like what she did to Brenda. It seems like she’s scared of him. But maybe I’m just overthinking again. I know it’s on Disney Channel, it’s for kids, it’s fun and bla bla bla but honestly i feel like there is a lot more serious content in this show if you just look deeper into it. 

I NEEDED “Look What You Made Me Do” to happen.

I know it’s not Taylor’s best lyrics. It’s a new and risky sound for her. It’s very pop and boppy…

But I NEEDED her to make this. For her.

After the ongoing Katy hate. After feeling ganged up on by Katy and her ex. After the quick Nikki misunderstanding, where Nikki reportedly liked accounts hating Taylor. After her backlash for her quick summer romance. After the pathetic attempt by Kim and Kanye trying to end her. After feeling like the entire world turned on her. After wrongfully being called a snake by everyone. After going through a bullshit lawsuit. And after the media has dragged her for every single little thing she has ever done over the last ten years..

Every fiber of my being needed her to get it all out there, to get angry, to unleash on her wrong doers, to feel like she could stand up to them, to make an album/song that made her feel vindicated and free from all this unnecessary hate and drama.

I needed to know she felt strong and empowered after all of this, not defeated and weak and out of control.

LWYMMD made my heart so happy for her because we got a glimpse of her strength coming through. If this isn’t inspiring to you, then I don’t know what is, bro