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Chat Noir’s Popularity and Ladybug’s Importance

I really don’t understand where the notion that Paris doesn’t like or care about Chat Noir came from. I mean while he obviously isn’t as popular as Ladybug, people seem to appreciate him fine.

At the statue unveiling, Chat was the only one who showed up and not one single person in the entire crowd complained about where Ladybug was. The Mayor wanted her there, but he was fine with going on without her and Theo was reluctant about it because of his crush on her. But overall everyone was excited to see him! Even when Ladybug was absent, and before they revealed the statues, they continued cheering, and they took pictures of him.

I know that this is actually Copycat, but these people don’t. He’s Chat Noir to them and as soon as he enters the room they’re immediately in awe over being so close to the famous hero (the girl on the left even fangirls a little).

Look at how stoked this family is over seeing him. He’s not even doing cool superhero stuff, he’s just walking inside the museum.

When Ladybug arrived this was Nino’s reaction:

When Chat Noir arrived he was like:

This one random and well meaning dude cheering him on in the back.

Honestly no one has ever said anything bad about him, the only person who has even came close to insulting him had been Antibug by implying that he was a “sidekick” once.

However when you’re akumatized you’re not held accountable for your words and actions. And she had specifically said that as a way to persuade Chat to her side, so there’s not really a lot of weight in her words.

So yeah people cheer for Ladybug, but they also have shown to get excited over Chat Noir. It’s just that Ladybug is more popular than him, and it makes complete sense in-universe why she is.

It’s more than that she’s the main character or that she’s in a show where there’s a girl targeted demographic. 

Ladybug is the leader, the one who wins the battles because of the plans she comes up with.

She swooped in and rescued the Mayor’s daughter in front of all of Paris and when everyone was cowering before Hawkmoth, she alone stood up against him and stunned them all by symbolically demolishing the “face of terror.” And then afterwards gave a heroic speech that gave them hope and cemented their trust in both her and Chat Noir. 

Not only can she purify the Akuma victims, but it’s because of her healing powers that she and especially Chat, will never have to worry about collateral damages or facing law suits over them, which probably helps the public be more forgiving towards Akuma victims when there’s no lasting devastation to deal with. This is a pretty common trope in superhero stories like in Captain America: Civil War, the destruction from Man of Steel being the set up for Batman vs Superman, and why the heroes in the Incredibles had to retire, but because of Ladybug this will never be an issue.

She has the power to bring people back from the mcfreaking DEAD!!!! (Seriously please think about that, like I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if there was some weird religious cult worshiping Ladybug because of that)

And yes people have died in this show.

In a building this size there had to have been people inside it. Probably barricading themselves while Stone Heart is rampaging outside.

aaaaaand they’re definitely dead (or severely injured in the least).

But they’re alive now because Ladybug brought them back, and again this helps the public be more forgiving towards the Akuma victims because no one really “died or got hurt.” 

Remember back in the Origins episode, where Officer Roger actually got injured from Stone Heart and how we saw everyone giving Ivan a hard time afterwards?

Of course this was before Ladybug used her Miraculous Cure and healed all the damage/injuries. This also means that no vengeful citizens will go after the Akuma victims or the heroes in a heartbroken rage of losing a loved one, which is good since they’d be really easy prey for Hawkmoth and it would only ensue an endless cycle of mourning Akumas. 

In fact if Ladybug didn’t have those powers, there’d probably be much more pressure on her and Chat to either defeat Hawkmoth for good or to give their miraculous to him to end it all. 

There’s also the possibility that there’d be attempts to put past Akuma victims on trial, depending on the damage they’ve left, physical or emotional. Even if they were mind controlled, it’s harder to appease with that when you’re left with the wreckage and until Ladybug and Chat Noir capture Hawkmoth they’d probably want someone to blame.

And all the big Ladybug fans have all been girls. Alya, Chloe, and Manon who like in real life are inspired by a powerful female figure and not only admire her, but also want to be like her (Chloe who cosplays and roleplays as her, Alya who from the beginning had an interest in super heroines and made a point to write about a strong fictional female character for the movie in Horrificator, and Manon who wanted the Ladybug doll so much she didn’t care that she had a torn arm).

So basically while it’s always great to appreciate Chat Noir, I don’t believe that he’s necessarily underappreciated by Paris. People respect him and even if Ladybug is more popular it’s not as if it’s undeserved or unreasonable. And above all, she has never taken all the credit herself: from the very beginning of their partnership where she emphasized to Paris that they’ll both do everything they can to help and all throughout the series!

And as for Chat himself, he seems pretty satisfied with all this. People generally love him and Ladybug repeatedly reaffirms that they are a team, that even if their popularity isn’t equal they both know that they are equal to each other, and he can openly enjoy his freedom that he doesn’t have as Adrien Agreste.

So yeah, he’s doing okay.

[Edit] TL;DR: Just because Ladybug is more popular than Chat doesn’t mean that he’s hated and there are very valid reasons as to why she is more popular than him. And ultimately? It doesn’t matter. Not to Ladybug or Chat.

Love can be tough and break our hearts into a million pieces, but it can also heal our hearts and fix all the damages we have faced in the past.
—  Poets Love Her
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Poorrichardsnewswrote: “For the LGBT activists in Oregon’s government, forcing this Christian couple to close their business isn’t enough.  Now they’re going after their home, ordering them to pay $135,000 by Monday or face a lien on their mortgage.

from Todd Starnes:

Two Christian bakers who refused to bake a cake for a lesbian wedding have been ordered to pay $135,000 in damages by July 13 or else the state of Oregon could place a lien on their home.

Aaron and Melissa Klein, the owners of Sweet Cakes by Melissa, were punished by the state’s Bureau of Labor and Industry (BOLI) for unlawfully discriminating against a same-sex couple.

The Kleins, who are devout evangelical Christians, argued that baking the cake would be a violation of their religious beliefs.

The BOLI ruling ordered the mom-and-pop bakers to pay $135,000 to the lesbian couple. They were also slapped with a gag order that prohibits them from speaking publicly about their refusal to participate in or bake wedding cakes for same-sex unions.

And now - they have until July 13 to pay the damages or else face additional fines and a possible lien on their home.

“This is intimidation and bullying - that’s exactly what it is,” Klein told me in a telephone interview.“ They are trying to strong-arm me into handing over $135,000 to the two girls and if I win on appeal - they will never pay me back.”

A BOLI spokesman confirmed they sent a standard payment letter to the Kleins’ attorney.

“The letter informs them that if we do not hear from them, we may turn the matter over to the Department of Revenue, which can place a lien on real property,” the spokesman told me.

BOLI said they would also be willing to accept either a full payment or payment arrangements.

“Of course, they can also ask for a stay of enforcement while they pursue their appeal,” the spokesman said.

But there’s a catch. The person who will determine whether or not to stay the order — is BOLI Commissioner Brad Avakian — a vocal supporter of the LGBTQIA movement.

“The judge, jury and executioner are all in one place,” said Anna Harmon, the Kleins’ attorney. “He is intent on using his office to root out thought and speech with which he personally disagrees.”

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This is what happens when you allow the government to decide whose “rights” are more important.  It’s tyranny, pure and simple. ”

Proudlyconservative: “This makes me wonder about the lesbian couple. Is this cake so important to them that they are willing to ruin this couple’s lives? Seems like that would have to be the case.”

Freetriptonorthkorea: “Interesting LGBT preaches tolerance of their lifestyle, but they are intolerant of other lifestyles and opinions”

Greater-than-the-sword wrote: “The real question is, how do we donate? I’m sure if everyone who was angry about these people’s treatment gave just a tiny amount, this could all be taken care of.”

Washingtonconservatarian wrote : “ DONATE HERE:https://www.continuetogive.com/4811392”

Wellbehavedwomenmakehistorywrote : “They’re not hurt, they couldn’t care less about the cake, they’re just hateful bullies who planned this from the beginning to get undeserved money and support. They’re weak cowards who are going after people they know won’t be protected by anyone. It’s never about the cake. I think one couple even admitted they did it on purpose and didn’t actually need a cake

Notflexatarian wrote: “I’ve just been to their donation page and it was a pleasure. They’ve reached 207% of their goal of $150,000.00! 

This gives me hope.”

Pantslessyodawrote:“What the hell!! I am a staunch supporter of gay rights and gay marriage (big time 100% super passionate) but this is way too far. A private business should be able refuse service to someone if they want to, especially if providing service to someone contradicts their religious beliefs. Is there a law that protects against that? I always see signs in private businesses that say “we reserve the right to refuse service to anyone.”

It seems to me that this couple is just getting greedy for money and attention. They should have just found a fucking different bakery.”

gotta love seeing bigots getting backlash for denying people basic goods and services on the basis of their prejudices! Fuck those bakers, and fuck anyone who defends them.

Sons of Lawrence #13

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Elen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Meg Masters, James Novak. 
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,861
Warnings: Angst, language, medical jargon
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
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“This isn’t a fairy tale, Mr. Winchester,” Doctor Novak stated matter-of-factly. “Y/N suffered extensive internal damage. I can’t tell you long it will take because I don’t know how long it will take.”

Standing next to Dean’s hospital bed, John had his arms crossed and a scowl on his brow. “I don’t expect immediate results, doc. But there’s gotta be something that can be done.”

James Novak crossed the room and turned on the lights of the x-ray panels on the wall. He opened a large manilla folder and pressed the film up until it got stuck. He ran a finger along the outline of Y/N’s skull. “When Y/N got thrown from the bike, she hit her head. Now, the helmet saved her life, but it also did some damage,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “Along with a severe concussion, the impact resulted in a hematoma. In layman’s terms, clotting of blood outside the blood vessels.”

Mary, who was holding her son’s hand, asked, “Is it serious?”

Doctor Novak nodded. “It can be very serious if a hematoma occurs inside the brain. Unfortunately, that is what occurred. The clotting can cause pressure to build inside the skull, which is a factor into why she lost consciousness. Hopefully that won’t last too long. We went in and drained what we could.”

“What else?” Dean rasped, his throat raw from having a breathing tube removed earlier that morning.

Another piece of film was slapped up. “There was a lot of scar tissue from what had been repaired 3 years ago. This time, she was stabbed more than once. Add in the internal damage from the accident and the loss of blood, Y/N is looking at a rough recovery.”

There was a collective heavy sigh between the Winchesters as Dean pushed his head into the mountain of thin pillows.

“Thank you,” John murmured and held out his hand for the doctor.

James’ lips pressed into a thin line as he shook John’s hand. “Y/N was on a lot of my cases over the past year; she’s an amazing person. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power not to lose her.”

He went to leave the room, but stopped suddenly and rummaged in a pocket of his crisp, tan jacket. “I almost forgot,” he whispered.

Mary held out her hand when James approached and extended a fist. The ring she had given Y/N the other day fell softly into her palm. She choked on a sob and almost crumbled under the weight of John’s hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll get that back to her, Mare,” John promised, his own voice tremulous with emotion.

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mare|ena
y'all i had so much fun cosplaying mare barrow. i literally felt like such a kickass princess because i did this in honor of being discharged from the mental hospital (that story is somewhere else on my page)

***PLEASE NOTE. I DID NOT DO THIS TO WHITEWASH MARE BARROW. A LIT WOC BETTER PLAY HER IN THE MOVIE. I JUST WANTED TO HAVE FUN AND FEEL STRONG***

what i did: half of my face is mareena. the other half is mare. one the mareena side i tried to look cold and dead like a silver hence the cool tone foundation and dark makeup. basically, i did my very best to be silver and even added a silver flush that you can see if you look closely.
on the other side- i made myself look beat up and worn down like mare. i added as much color and damage to my face ask possible. i also attempted some pretty terrible looking lightning scars.

***ANOTHER NOTE: NOTICE HOW HALFWAY UP MY CARTILEGE ON THE MAREENA SIDE I HAVE A NEW PIERCING. IN HONOR OF MARE, I’M GETTING AS MANY AS HER, ONE FOR EACH SIBLING. AND ON THE OTHER SIDE, UP IN MY ROOK, I HAVE MY FAVORITE PIERCING FOR CAL. GOING TO PUT A RED STONE IN AS SOON AS IT HEALS.***

this was so much fun. i hope everyone, including Queen Vic, loves it as much as I did. @vaveyard 🖤🖤🖤

xoxo, iliana 🌹

Take My Hand

( let’s see where we wake up tomorrow )

Anonymous requested: Jungkook/Reader + one of them has amnesia and how they deal with it
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word Count: 11,663
Author’s Note: I made myself hurt writing the outline, which ended up quite long and intricate so I apologize. Title taken from Adam Levine’s “Lost Stars”—although I do prefer the Jungkook cover :3

Summary: In which you lose your memory in a car crash, and Jungkook desperately tries to keep both of your lives intertwined. This in itself proves to be a challenge, especially when you can only remember him as the idol you once adored from afar.

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Jungkook never paid too much attention to those moments in life where he would figuratively hit the wall and knock the wind out of himself, until he gets the call from the hospital. And then he’s running, dashing fast and wild as quickly as his legs can take him, his mind clouded with so much fear, so much apprehension that even when he can no longer breathe he forces himself to keep running. He feels as if he might lose his mind, already grappling with deniability over his situation, the only thing that can remain consistent throughout his mind is you.

“Are you Jeon Jungkook, Y/N’s emergency contact?”

Jungkook stills, pausing in his momentary movement to wipe the sweat that has formed across his face in recovery from the intense dance practice session all the boys have just ended. “Uh, yes I am,” He answers, furrowing his eyebrows together at the seriousness of the situation, his disposition changing in such a drastic manner that all the other boys stop what they’re doing as well to watch the maknae. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m letting you know that Y/N was recently involved in a car accident and was rushed here under critical condition. She’s undergoing surgery now but—!”

“I’ll be right there,” Jungkook interrupts in a breath, the panicking settling in before the gravity of what has just happened to you really weighs in his mind. He doesn’t wait for the nurse on the other end of the line before he’s hanging up and pocketing his phone. His heart starts to race, making the blood pump quicker as air leaves and enters his lungs at an alarming quickened pace. “I have to go,” He relays to the guys, grabbing his jacket off the couch.

“Woah, woah, Jungkookie, what’s going on?” Jimin inquires, straightening from his seated position on the polished wooden floor. “Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not,” Jungkook says, desperately trying to pull himself from the conversation so he could make his way to the hospital. “Y/N got into a car accident. She’s in surgery right now, I have to go—I have to see how she’s doing.”

“Let me come with you,” Namjoon interjects, already joining Jungkook’s side, jacket on.

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair. “Whatever. I’m running, so keep up.”

Namjoon dismisses Jungkook’s words for stress as he merely nods, following the younger boy out of the studio and dashing down the street. The hospital you have been rushed to is nearby, thank god, only a few blocks away from where Jungkook stands, but it feels like miles stretched on for miles. He runs, runs, runs faster than his legs can possibly carry him, huffing and puffing but never quite moving fast enough.

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Part Six // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski​): Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five - Part Seven Part Eight

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Violence, Kissing and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,724

With an angry groan, Stiles slammed his bedroom door shut and kicked the surface without second thought. As he fixed the straps of his backpack on his shoulders, he ran down the staircase with his car keys in hand.

“What the hell was that for?!” Sheriff Stilinski exclaimed from the kitchen, his voice echoing through the house.

“Nothing.” Stiles sighed, ready to just go to school and, somehow, get his mind off of Katalina.

“That definitely wasn’t because of nothing.” Stilinski disagreed, walking into the kitchen with a half eaten sandwich and a coffee in his hands.

Stiles rubbed his face in frustration at his father’s prying. He already dealt with so much, the last thing he needs is to talk about it.

“Dad, I’m really not in the mood for one of your routine interrogations right now.” Stiles sighed and the Sheriff nodded, understanding his son was in one of those moods.

“Alright, Alright.” He lifted his hands in surrender. “How about I tell you something about my day yesterday, instead?”

“Sure.” Stiles let out a breath, scratching the back of his neck.

“Something really nice happened.”

“Did you finally get the courage to ask Melissa McCall out?” The son questioned and Sheriff Stilinski narrowed his eyes at the smirking boy.

“No.” He scoffed and it took everything in Stiles not to chuckle. “When I went to the hospital to see-”

“The woman you’ve been secretly crushing on for a good couple of years now?” Stiles grinned, squinting his eyes.

“Okay, you know what?” The Sheriff sighed, tired of his son’s sarcasm and began to walk back into the kitchen. “Never mind.”

“No, come on.” Stiles chuckled, approaching his father and grabbing his arm to stop him. “I’m just messing with you, but I really do want to know. Tell me, what happened at the hospital?”

“Fine.” Stilinski sighed, turning back around to face the younger boy. “I saw Katalina’s mom after what- four years? Man, has it been that long?”

Stiles heart dropped down in his stomach the second he said her name, the sound alone making guilt take over his entire body and consume him. It took everything in Stiles not to break down in front of his own father, right now.

He hates everything that’s happening between them and all he truly wants is to make things right. But, Stiles knew that things weren’t that simple. Not when Katalina believes he just took advantage of her since he didn’t have the courage to actually tell her the truth.

“Y-Yeah, it has.” Stiles cleared his throat, running his fingers through his silky hair.

“How come?” Sheriff Stilinski asked innocently, not knowing how intense that topic was and Stiles internally winced. “I used to see her all the time when she would come pick up Kat. Which, thinking about now, makes me realize Katalina hasn’t been over in a good while either.”

Sheriff’s head spun as he put everything together, being the incredibly skillful and talented detective he was. Stiles, on the other hand, was getting more nervous by the second.

“Wait, Son-” The older man’s eyes widened with realization. “What happened between you two?”

That question was precisely what caused Stiles’ breaking point as he dropped his head and felt tears beginning to form in his golden-brown eyes. Sheriff Stilinski watched his only son start to cry in front of him, his heart wrenching at the tragic sight.

“I messed up.” Stiles confessed through quiet sobs, desperately trying to wipe away the tears running down his cheeks. “I-I lost her, Dad.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back the pain inside of him anymore. He was tired of putting up an act and letting his heartbreak boil up inside of him as he dealt with it on his own. Stiles didn’t want to show anyone how he truly felt because he didn’t want anyone to know just how vulnerable he was, but after losing the one girl he ever actually loved for the second time made him not care who could possibly see.

But, the thing was out of all the people that could help him through this, his own father was just the perfect person to do so.

Placing a comforting hand on Stiles’ shoulder, the Sheriff pulled the heartbroken boy’s attention off of the floor and back on him.

“You didn’t lose her, Stiles.” He stated with a soft expression, but his voice was so confident Stiles felt inclined to actually believe him. “And I’m sure of it.”

“How do you know that?” Stiles asked, his voice breaking.

“Because her mom told me something that Katalina does ‘till this day.” Sheriff Stilinski smiled kindly, his eyes lighting up as he remembered the two best friends that grew up together and clearly loved each other. “Whenever she’s sad, Kat gets one of your old lacrosse sweatshirts you gave her and holds onto it. Her mother saw her sleeping with it just yesterday.”

It was as if a Stiles was just recently drowning in a pool of pain and dispair when someone, suddenly, opened the drain to let the water out and he could finally breathe again. The feeling of guilt instantly escaped his veins and was replaced with hope.

That glimmer of hope didn’t go unnoticed by the Sheriff as he looked at his son and noticed it spark in his eyes. With a kind and reassuring smile on his face, Stilinski spoke the words Stiles was already thinking in his own head.

“Go get her back, Son.”

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School used to actually be pleasurable for Katalina. Not only did she have a perfect GPA score, but she also had immense amount of fun with her absolute best friends. Everything was perfect and amazing until, well… everything happened.

Now school is nothing but a burden to her. Sure she still has really impressive grades, but Katalina has to constantly see the boy that broke her heart and the boy whose heart she broke. Spending time with the pack wasn’t the same either. They constantly looked at her with pity in their eyes and it drove her crazy. The last thing Katalina needs is people to feel sorry for her.

With a sigh escaping her lips, Katalina walked out of the class she was just dismissed from and approached the bathroom to use it before getting books out of her locker for her next class.

What she didn’t know what was happening down in the halls, right where her locker happened to be, as she entered the girls’ restroom.

Stiles, with a new and happy smile on his face, was pushing a letter containing all of the different reasons why he loved her and no one else. Katalina had the key to his heart and he was more than ready to finally tell her. Once the boy with freckles on his skin finished putting the paper through the small hole of her locker door, he held tightly onto the beautiful rose behind his back and mentally prepared himself to confess his love the second she approached her locker.

Theo, on the other hand, just so happened to be walking through the halls right at that moment and his eyes fell onto his nervous enemy standing in front of his girl’s locker. A wave of anger like no other crashed down on him when he noticed the rose in Stiles’ hands and, before he knew it, Theo was rushing towards him.

The happy thoughts inside of Stiles’ head were, suddenly, interrupted when he was forcefully pushed up against the rows of lockers. Whatever air he had in him was immediately ripped away from his lungs the second his back hit the surface, his head banging against the metal as well.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The attacker shouted in his face and Stiles didn’t even need to reopen his eyes to recognize who the voice belonged to.

“Something I should’ve done four years ago.” Stiles croaked, his voice raspy as he opened his eyes to glare at the familiar werewolf.

“I am so sick of you, Stilinski!” Theo yelled, thinking he could scare him but Stiles didn’t even flinch. “I should just kick your ass right now!”

“No,” Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What you need to do is let go of me.”

“And why the hell would I do that?” Theo hissed, his body shaking with anger.

“Because if you don’t, then I’m going to kick your ass.” Stiles retorted, a smirk on his lips. “And you and I both know that it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Theo winced as he thought back to when Stiles found out he was the one that told Katalina the truth. He threw a few punches that definitely damaged Theo’s face and huge ego. It wasn’t about beating him for being a snitch, Stiles couldn’t care less that Kat found out. What made Stiles furious was that he was planning to be the one that told her and Theo took that away from him. She didn’t even give him the chance to explain how it all changed, how, sure, it was about Lydia at first but then it was as if every other girl suddenly didn’t matter to him anymore. He only wanted Kat, Stiles only loved Katalina.

“You can’t touch me, Stiles.” Theo stated. “If you do, Katalina would never forgive you and you know that.”

“No, Theo.” Stiles shook his head. “I think you’re confused. Because you know you’re not the person she’s in love with. And if you ever hurt me, you’re the one Kat would never forgive.”

“Don’t call her Kat.” Theo hissed through clenched teeth. “Only I can call her that.”

“And yet I was the one moaning it just the other night.” Stiles said with a harsh voice, tired of Theo’s pathetic little game.

That remark was enough to make the werewolf snap and strike his fist right against Stiles’ jaw. Pain struck through the human as Theo let him go and he fell limp to the floor. The rose that was once in his hands also dropped down on the ground and Stiles could already feel his head begin to throb. Theo was hovering over him when a sick grin spread across his face and he lifted his foot above the rose. Stiles watched in horror as he purposely stepped on the flower, the pedals being crushed beneath his shoe.

“Did you really think you would get away with fucking my girlfriend?!” Theo spat, but fury flooded Stiles’ blood like never before the second the werewolf lifted his foot and revealed what was left of the destroyed rose.

It’s one thing to hurt him, but it’s another thing to hurt any chance he had left with Katalina. Before he knew it, Stiles was pulling Theo’s legs and he was crashing down on the floor beside him.

“I didn’t just fuck her, you big tree!” Stiles shouted as Theo grunted in pain when his head hit the tiles, the halls now crowded with other students watching the fight go down. “I made love to her! Because that’s what two people do when they’re meant to be!”

Both of them somehow managed to stand up again and everyone watched with excitement. It didn’t matter how hurt they both were, their bodies were too drunk on adrenaline to even care.

“Stiles, she left you!” Theo yelled. “When are you going to realize that you can never be with her again?!”

The next thing he knew, Stiles was receiving another punch in the face from Theo. This time, right on his nose. He heard it crack and the amount of pain he suddenly felt was indescribable. Stiles lost his balance from the intense impact, but out of nowhere he felt two small hands grab him and hold him in place.

“And when are you going to realize how pathetic you’re being?!” A familiar voice he so desperately wanted to hear again shouted at the werewolf in front of them.

Everyone looked at the girl that had just appeared to stop the fight. The girl that had unintentionally caused the two boys to even start in the first place. She had left the bathroom a few minutes ago and watched in horror since the moment Stiles made Theo fall. It made her absolutely furious how stupid and immature they could easily be. But, the second she saw Theo hit Stiles it was as if all the pain he felt, she felt too. She couldn’t hold back her concern as she ran towards his aid.

“Both of you!” Katalina yelled and the boys suddenly felt guilty.

“Kat, I’m so sorr-” Her boyfriend, which clearly was now her ex, approached her.

“No, Theo!” Katalina interrupted him, not at all interested in hearing any pathetic excuse. “Get away from me.”

“Kat-”

“Now, Theo!” She shouted and he winced at her rough words.

Theo reluctantly left their presence, but not without glaring at Stiles first. The human didn’t even care, to be honest. He was too focused on the girl holding him. His soul was so connected to her that Stiles couldn’t even feel the pain of his broken nose anymore, as if it was completely numbed by the beautiful woman he loved.

“And as for you.” Katalina stated, turning her attention towards Stiles but her breath hitched in her throat at how intense he was staring at her. There were feelings in his eyes she couldn’t quite place, but she knew that she didn’t want him to ever stop looking at her this way. “Y-You should go to the hospital.”

The crowd that had formed began to disperse and walk away when they realized the fight was now over, leaving Stiles and Katalina completely alone once again.

Without breaking their eye contact, Katalina reached into her backpack and pulled out tissues she gathered from the bathroom. Their original purpose were to wipe away the tears that would escape her eyes from time to time, but they now would be used to block the blood running from Stiles’ nose.

She carefully put the tissues up against his broken nose and Stiles didn’t even flinch, his heart beating so fast at the feeling of her touch again. He was longing for it and decided to just take advantage of this moment.

“How long have you been watching?” Stiles asked and Katalina nervously cleared her throat when he did.

“Since you made Theo fall.” She responded with a quiet voice.

“So, then you heard what I said right after?”

Katalina slowly nodded when Stiles referred to the “I made love to her” speech. It certainly didn’t fail to make her heart flutter and beat faster at the words, but it did fail to make her forget everything he’s done. If he thinks that one nice sentence was going to make up for all of the nights she spent crying, all of the times she spent doubting herself and all of the times she spent hating herself for loving someone so detrimental to her, he was definitely wrong.

Stiles saw the longing in her eyes too and he didn’t even think twice before leaning in to place his lips on hers. Katalina was taken by surprise when he kissed her and their lips tingled at the touch. Their bodies missing each other so much more than they could possibly imagine. It was when Stiles’ mouth began to deepen the kiss that Katalina snapped out of her trance.

She pulled away from him and with tears already beginning to water in her eyes, Katalina stared up at him with a hurt expression.

“It doesn’t change anything.” Katalina stated, her body aching at the words and Stiles felt as if he just got shot. The pain his nose felt before was nothing compared to the pain he felt now thanks to that one sentence.

Katalina took her hand from his face and placed the tissues in his. With tears already streaming down her cheeks, she left Stiles without another word.

She didn’t even notice the crumbled rose on the floor that was once meant for her or did she know about the letter in her locker waiting to be read.

All Katalina knew was that she loved Stiles and, just by the look in his eyes, he might love her too.


anonymous asked:

How Seth Rollins would be if you got injured

How Seth Rollins would be if you got injured…

Originally posted by the-architect-rollins

~ Being a part of the WWE roster obviously came with consequences, injury being the most common.

~ Even though most people would get minor torn muscles or twisted ankles on a weekly basis, a major injury is still possible. In your case, you experienced a neck injury when facing Sasha Banks at the previous pay-per-view.

~ As the moment you fell on your neck happened, the match was instantly drawn to a halt as you grasped at your neck in pure agony, lone tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

~ Doctors and nearly all forms of medics rushed to your aid as you sat with your back rested against the ringside barricade. Through the mass of people crowding you and your now slightly blurred vision you still could distinguish the dark, muscular figure sprinting down the ramp towards you; your fairly long-term boyfriend, Seth Rollins.

~ “Babe? Y/N can you hear me. Are you alright?” Seth questioned, his calloused hands gripped tightly on either of your shoulders. He placed several of light kisses against your forehead before rubbing his thumbs underneath your eyes, clearing the streams of tears flowing from your eyes. 

~ “No I swear to god Seth something’s wrong… I’m sorry.” You sobbed, hissing as doctors examined the painful areas of your neck.

~ Doctors ordered you to stand yet the pain was too unbearable and ultimately caused you to feel incredibly light-headed. You just couldn’t walk, it seemed too impossible at this point. “I-I can’t stand.”

~ Within a matter of seconds you were physically swept off your feet as Seth lifted you into a bridal carry; still being cautious of your newly injured neck. “You call yourselves doctors, get her a fucking ambulance.” Seth bellowed at the crowd that followed you up the ramp.

~ He continually reassured you that you’d be fine the whole ambulance ride, never letting you leave his sight for the whole duration of the journey.

~ When you were told you’d need surgery to fix the damage Seth’s face instantly dropped knowing this was the definition of your worst nightmare; the pure fact you wouldn’t be able to wrestle for a good year.

~ Upon waking up in recovery, the first thing you saw was Seth sitting at your bedside, mumbling sentences into your hands. “Come on baby, wake up for me.”

~ “Already one step ahead of you.” You sassed as Seth leapt onto his feet to plant a passionate kiss on your lips.

~ After being confined to a neck brace for what’s supposed to be a long time, there was purely nothing more you wanted to do than go home and catch up on the rest of the show missed. Except you had to face the harsh reality that your boyfriend had to return to his tour tomorrow morning and you were solely bed bound.

~ Seth made sure you had everything you needed whilst he was away; of course that involved chocolate, doughnuts and a bitter-sweet kiss goodbye.

~ He didn’t want to leave you knowing how fragile you were right now but you practically forced him to go; besides you still got to watch him from your tv screen.

~ Seth was so protective of you, during his travels leaving you calls whenever he could checking up on you right up to the date of your return. A whole devastating year made better by the man of your dreams.


Lord I just love Seth!! Hope you liked this one :)xo ~ Nikkii

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So I know a lot of times people don't use Charlotte in Conquest/Revelations because they've already been using Arthur, but please consider this:

Yes folks you’re reading that right. 100% chance to Crit. That Kinshi Knight is about to take 212 damage to the face, and the only thing left of them will be a large crater at the impact site of Charlotte’s axe swing. 

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Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

Requested By: Anonymous.

Based On: If you have the time could you write something for being Thranduil’s queen and you getting hurt by one of his guards and Thranduil getting very angry and protective. By the way I absolutely adored the thorin helping you with your hair one you wrote.

A/N: Of course I’ll write this for you, lovely! I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with. Thank you! I’m glad that you enjoyed it. Thanks for your request and request as many imagines as you would like. c: - Kat


Word count: 944 ( I think I overdid it slightly )

Warning’s: Some blood, protective Thranduil, angry Thranduil, pretty much Thranduil being a douche to the member of the guard that hurt you. Some fluff at the end. (Let me know if I forgot anything)

Disclaimer: I do not own Thranduil or Mirkwood, Tolkien does.


Your head swung to left with a rashness that stunned the Elven King. The armored elbow that belonged to one of the members of the Woodland Realms’ Guard, collided and crunched viciously into your jaw bone. You were simultaneously flung across the platform, a loud cry coming from your mouth, echoing throughout the kingdom, halted everything and everyone within it’s path.

The guard grew tense as he turned to you, finally restraining the prisoner that had riled up a riot of his own. Even the prisoner looked fearfully up at the King of Mirkwood.

Like an arrow, King Thranduil shot up from his throne and onto his feet, his sapphire orbs agape, astonishment flooding through them. He had never dreamed of the day that a member of his own guard would ever possess such ungainly body movements! It was a complete disgrace and the king’s blood was surely boiling.

Soon the king’s bewilderment vanished, revealing an untamed rage towards the solider. Though, his eyes flickered over momentarily to you, not missing the blood trickle from your nose and mouth, the bruise beneath your slender long fingers as you cradled the damaged half of your face. Nobody moved a muscle and nobody dared to breathe.

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