her face when she sees the police coming

dancing-thru-clouds  asked:

So wait. Uncle Popeye got beat up by a gamecock? Aren't those things like, three pounds soaking wet?


Popeye got beat up by an AMERICAN WOODCOCK, which is…  I’ll allow this video to explain:

They walk like that because any reasonable carnivore looks at that and goes “That can’t possibly be food.”  They’re also called “Timberdoodles” have nearly rear-facing eyes, upside-down brains, and go “PrrrEENT”.  They’re basically real-life cuddly cryptids,

and they’re like, 8 ounces. Tops.


Popeye got it into his head that he should train Grandma’s weirdo terrier mix “Spooky” to be a bird Dog, mostly because grandpa wouldn’t go hunting with him after Popeye shot him in the foot.  Grandma, already having two children, two normal cats, a profoundly stupid cat, a canary and a tarantula to look after, decided to let Spooky go with him.  

“She’ll be good supervision for him.”  grandma said.

We’re not sure what made Popeye think Spooky would be a good bird dog, because if all the dogs of the world were one together, what was left over was Spooky, to paraphrase my favorite Celtic fairy tale.  She was about 35lbs of smooth-coated solid black with long legs and half a tail.  She was named “Spooky” for the white patch on her chest that grandma said looked like a ghost late at night.  Spooky never barked, only made agitated garbage disposal noises and whistle-snorts.

But off into the Ohio Woods Popeye goes with Spooky, who is less than thrilled with this because she’d been a stray before, and was now very pleased with this new life of couches, indoor heating and fattening table scraps.  She does Not Like the woods.  The woods are cold and wet and full of ticks and she’d rather be at home, under the radiator perhaps.  

Eventually, they come across a woodcock, not in the woods but in the parking lot of the 7-11 after getting lost in the woods and deciding to get a slurpee and hot dog instead.  Spooky is halfway through eating her hot dog, sees the Woodcock derping along, and decides that Processed meat is better than whatever the fuck that is, and goes back to her hot dog.

Popeye decides to *demonstrate* what Spooky is supposed to do… by getting on his hands and knees and trying to jump on the woodcock to catch it with his mouth.

Spooky decided that this is madness, and goes home to collect my grandmother to come save his ass.  This was impressive, as spooky had no sense of direction and a slurpee cup stuck on her face when she arrived. 

By the time Grandma got down there, Popeye had gotten clawed in the face, pecked directly in the eye, eaten pavement, had the police called on him, and broke his wrist.

She did, however, get to see the bird as it came down from the roof.  It perched on his ass, Prreent-ed, and shat on him.

The last known image of Kyron Hormon, who mysteriously vanished without trace at the age of seven on June 4, 2010, from Skyline Elementary School in Portland, Oregon.

After posing for a photograph with his science fair project, Kyron just falls off the face of the earth. His stepmother, Terri Hormon, told police she last saw him walking to math class at 8:45 am after helping him set up his display. He never arrived at his class. The police were notified only when the school bus driver confirmed Kyron had been marked absent.

Terri Hormon has been a person of interest for years in Kyron’s disappearance due to the fact she was the last person who confirmed seeing him alive. Reports that she asked the family gardener to murder her stepson were never substantiated. No leads have ever been produced nor has anyone come forth with a sighting of Kyron. His disappearance is one of the most baffling in recent memory.

On 26 January, 2017, Gaithersburg, Maryland, police received a distressing phone call from 20-year-old Iris Hernandez Rivas. She relayed how she had found her 4-year-old daughter, Nohely Alexandra Martinez Hernandez, laying face down in the bathtub.

When police arrived at the scene, Iris told them that her daughter had been in the shower for approximately 20 minutes. She claimed she was alerted to a sound in the bathroom and decided to check on her daughter, who she found laying face down in the bathtub. Instead of calling police immediately, Iris reported that she had waited an hour to see if Nohely would come around.

Her story quickly fell apart when doctors noticed that the young girl was riddled with bruises. Additionally, she had a severe head injury. It was evident that Nohely had suffered a brutal beating. Iris soon confessed that she had fabricated the story about Nohely falling in the shower. In fact, Iris had kicked Nohely in the stomach for not brushing her teeth. She kicked the young girl with such force that she fell back and hit her head on the wall.

Unfortunately, just days later, Nohely died from her injuries. Iris is currently waiting sentencing.


This is part of my submission for Nalu Week 2017. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Rated: T for foul language, slight violence, and slightly suggestive themes.

Prompt: Mask

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy (Nalu)

Words: 9.8K

Summary: Lucy takes revenge to a whole new level when she comes face to face with the elusive ‘Salamander’, who is making a name for himself as Fiore’s newest bank robber. Modern AU, Humor/Romance

Read on FF.net or AO3.

Disclaimer: I don’t know much about banks. Most of my information came from the internet, so I apologize if any of this is inaccurate.

Lucy slammed her eyes shut in aggravation as she listened to her father ramble over the phone. She tried to cut in three times to tell him her opinion, but he always raised his voice so he could talk over her. After the last attempt, she gave up, letting him talk until his heart’s content.

“The experience you gain today will help you when you get to where I am. Knowing the ins and outs of the business will-”

Lucy stopped listening, holding her phone away from her ear far enough so she couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, but close enough that she could jump in when he stopped talking.

Her father was hellbent on her staying on as a teller at the bank. It all started when she said she was thinking of taking off a few days a week to focus on writing. Apparently, her father thought that meant she was quitting, so he started ranting about the benefits of working up the line, gaining this experience, and blah blah blah.

Lucy had heard his speech a million times. He told it to her so much she could recite it back to him, but of course he would only call her a smart aleck and tell her she needed to learn some manners.

His speech was wasted though. Lucy had no intentions of staying with the bank, at least not for the rest of her life. She wanted to be an author, to write mysteries and adventures. When she told her father that, he laughed at the idea.

“You need a real job,” he would say. “Who’s going to take over the business when I retire?”

Lucy didn’t know, but she did know it wasn’t going to be her. She had plans for her life, and they didn’t involve counting money all day. She needed excitement!

Lucy stole a peek at her clock, frowning when she saw the time. Risking death by boredom, she put her phone against her ear to talk to her father.

“-and another thing. Did you know-”

“Hey! You’ll have to tell me some other time. I’m going to be late for work.”

“Well that’s not very responsible of you. How will it look having you show up late?”

“I’m guessing not good,” she said, proud of herself for keeping her voice calm despite her growing aggravation. Before he could monopolize the conversation again, she asked, “Can you just think about what I said. I would only need two more days off a week. That shouldn’t cause any problems. Plus, I can afford to take that time off.”

“I’m not concerned about money!” her father yelled, causing her eyes to narrow. “I’m concerned about your lack of responsibility. You are a Heartfilia. You have to-”

“Sorry! Gotta go!” Lucy cut him off before hanging up her phone, sighing when she saw her screen turn black. She pressed a hand to her forehead, cooling herself off. She always got worked up talking to her father. He was as hard-headed as they come.

With a long sigh, Lucy composed herself before heading out the door. She had work soon. Even if she hated her job and disliked her father for making her work there -he threatened to pull her college fund if she quit her job, she still didn’t want to make a bad impression there. Like her father said, she was still a Heartfilia.

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A Pain in My... Back

Summary: Hospital AU. One Shot. A bit of a Meet-Cute. Mary Margaret has just had surgery and won’t stop pointing out all of her cute nurses to Emma in an attempt to get her back out in the dating field. It’s a little embarrassing.

Word Count: 4519

Rated: T

A/N: This is very loosely based off of my mom attempting to do the same thing to me a few weeks ago. All of the medical/hospital terms I used in this came from my memory of that experience so I apologize if I get anything wrong! Also, as you can probably guess, my story doesn’t have the same ending as this one! Ha!


It wasn’t like her sister-in-law intentionally sought out opportunities to embarrass her.

She was just kind of oblivious to how loud she spoke.

And the strong pain killers the hospital was giving her was not helping matters.

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Not About You

Summary: You are kidnapped in an act of revenge against Dean. 
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1255
Warnings: Abduction, violence, intention harm to another person, cursing. 
Challenge: Cassie’s Classics Challenge! My prompt was the quote from Taken (2008), bolded in the fic. Thanks for the extension @death2thevirgin!

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Wake Up For Me- Josh Dun

It was late and you just got out of work. A meeting ran late and Josh was probably worried where you were. You knew Josh would be awake still, probably awake waiting for you to come home.

You dialed his number and put it on the bluetooth system you had in your car.

“Hey there babe, you on your way home?” he asked when he picked up.

“Yup, just pulling out of the parking garage now. Sorry it’s so late, we all lost track of time in the meeting.” you apologized while driving.

“No big deal, just be careful, you know how people drive at night around here.” he said referring to the drunk drivers.

“I know, I will be. So did Tyler make it in town safely?” you asked him.

“Yeah, he’s asleep in the spare room. We did a lot at the studio. I think the record will be finish soon.” he sounded so happy.

You were at a red light and couldn’t wait to get home. All you wanted was to be wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms and sleep.

“That’s so cool. I’m honestly so prou-” you were cut off by the sound of a collision and black was all you could see.


I was staying up waiting for Y/N to get home from work. Tyler had just went to bed about a half hour ago and I was growing a bit concerned about the time. It was a Friday night at 11 and Y/N still was at work. The roads got dangerous due to drunk drivers in a city on a friday night. I knew she would call me when she got out of work and I was happy to finally hear her voice.

We had been talking for a while as she drove home. She was about 4 blocks away from our apartment and she was mid sentence when I heard it happen.

“That’s so cool. I’m honestly so prou-” her voice stopped and the sound of two cars colliding came threw the phone.

“Y/N!” I yelled frantically into the phone hoping that she was okay.

There was no response. All I could hear was the sound of the horn in her car. My heart dropped into my stomach. I thought I was going to throw up. I yelled for Tyler, but he couldn’t get up fast enough. I met him halfway down the hall and nearly collapsed. I was dialing 911, but needed Tyler to talk.

“What’s wrong Josh?” he asked me and I told him what happened the best I could.

“911 what’s your emergency?” I heard on the phone.

“My friend just got in a car accident, I heard it over the phone happen and we need an ambulance. She’s on the corner of 3rd and East Main street.” Tyler told the dispatcher.

“Okay, the police and ambulance are on they’re way sir.”

Tyler ended the call and helped me to my feet.

“Tyler it’s only down the street. I need to go see if she’s okay. Come with me please.” I begged him.

“Josh are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yes.” I answered quickly.

Y/N was my world and I needed to make sure she was okay. Even if he wasn’t I needed to be there with her.

Tyler nodded his head and we both quickly left the apartment. We ran down the street and when we got there the police were just showing up with the ambulance close by.

Tears fell on my face when I saw how her car had been pushed a good 15 feet into a pole. She was hit on the driver’s side by a truck. I got a little closer and when I saw the state she was in I couldn’t hold myself together. Her head was bleeding and it rested on the horn that was beeping.

“Sir you need to back up.” said one police officer while pulling me back to the curb where Tyler stood talking to another police officer.

“Are you her boyfriend?” the officer asked, but I barely heard it. I was too busy watching as the pulled my unconscious, not okay girlfriend out of the car.

Her legs were covered in blood and her head was still bleeding.

I felt knees start to go weak and my vision grow blurry.

“Josh, buddy are you okay?” Tyler asked and I turned to him.

“Let’s sit him down so he doesn’t pass out.” the officer said and Tyler helped me sit down.

My heart sank as I watched them put Y/N on the stretcher and into the ambulance.  

The ambulance pulled away with her inside and I watched it disappear down the road.

“Come on Josh I’ll drive you to the hospital.” Tyler said helping me stand again. 

“It’s going to be okay Josh.” Tyler told me once he helped me in the car back at the apartment.

I wanted to believe him, but it couldn’t help but feel guilty. Y/N was in pain, she was hurt, and she needed me, but I wasn’t there for her.

The ride to the hospital was silent. Tyler knew I was freaking out and couldn’t talk. My thoughts were driving me insane as I starred out the window just hoping that Y/N would be okay.  ‘What if she’s not okay.’ ‘what if she doesn’t wake up.’ ‘when will she wake up.’

When we finally pulled up tot he hospital I got out before Tyler could even finish parking the car. I ran into the hospital with Tyler not to far behind.

“How can I help you sir?” the lady asked from behind the desk.

“My girlfriend just got into a car accident and she was taken her. Where is she?” I spoke frantically.

“Oh yes. She is currently being seen by the doctor and the doctor will come out when she has news.” the lady told me and then told me to go sit and try and relax while I waited.

It felt like days passed until the doctor finally came out. I was sitting with my head in my hands trying not to cry. I was scared that Y/N wasn’t okay. There was a lot of blood when I saw her and I overheard before they shut the ambulance doors shut that her pulse was weak. As I sat there I just heard the words from the ambulance, the sound of the crash, and her laugh replay over and over in my head.

“Are you here for Y/N Y/L/N?” the doctor asked causing me to sit up quickly.

“Yeah, I’m her boyfriend. How is she?”

The doctor sat down next to me in the empty seat. If Y/N was okay, why did she sit down? Oh god she wasn’t okay was she?

“So Y/N was in a pretty bad accident and things are looking to be pretty tough.” the doctor started. “We had to remove a lot of glass from her head. We stitched her head and two placing on her leg from where glass cut them. When she was hit her head went straight to the steering wheel which gave her a concision. She had lost a significant amount of blood at the scene and we had to give her a blood transfusion. She’s currently in a medically induced coma to stop farther swelling of the brain and to help with the pain she’s in. She’s going to be on what we call life support until she wakes up, meaning she has a feeding tube in and some extra wires that will keep her healthy. We have high hopes for her, but some people can stay in these comas for a while. So until she can wake herself up from the coma, we don’t know where her injuries will lead her. We’re going to keep her here 2 days after she wakes up to monitor her. We need to make sure she can walked and stay awake for at least 6 hours straight before we can send her home. I know this is a lot to take in, but it looks to me that she will be okay. I’ll bring you back when you’re ready to see her.” the doctor finished and waited a few moments for me to reply.

“Can I see her now?” I asked.

“Yes.” she stood and Tyler and I followed her to Y/N’s room.

“Call a nurse please when she wakes up.” the doctor told Tyler before leaving.

“Are you okay Josh?” I felt Tyler out his hand on my shoulder and ask.

“Yeah. I will be once I can hear her voice again.” I told him.

I pulled a chair up next to Y/N’s bed and just watched as her chest rose and fell. She looked peaceful, but I knew she was in pain. There was no way she wasn’t. 

It was about 3 hours later and I hadn’t taken my eyes off of Y/N. I wasn’t planning on leaving her side until she was 100% better.

2 Weeks Later…

I didn’t leave her side at all. Tyler would bring me food and he stayed at my place to sleep. I barely slept or ate the past 2 weeks. Tyler was concerned and he told me he was going to pry my hand out of her’s if I didn’t go home and shower and rest for a bit.

“I can’t go back there without her Tyler. Please understand that I can’t leave her.” I begged him.

“Fine, but just for today. Tomorrow you’re leaving this place for 2 hours at least. Just go for a walk in the fresh air. You need it, you look sick and Y/N wouldn’t want you to be like this.” I shook my head in acknowledgment and he left me alone. I turned my attention back to Y/N and smiled. They had taken the bandages off of her head and legs. She would never know they were there, because she was still in the coma.

“Excuse me. Sorry to disturb you, but we need to talk about Y/N’s state.” the doctor said walking into the room.

I turned my attention to the doctor as she spoke, but still held onto Y/N’s hand.

“Unfortunately the longer a person is in a coma the more dangerous it becomes. We were hoping she would be awake by now, but it still doesn’t seem to be that way. If she doesn’t wake up with in the next 3 days, we will have to stop all life support. It might seem like a bad thing and I’m sorry to have to give you this news, but it’s for the best interest if we stick to that. If we continue the life support she might wake up with memory loss and require 24/7 care for the rest of her life. It’s really not far for the patient, so think it over and pray for a miracle.” the doctor’s words nearly stopped my heart. She had to wake up, she couldn’t leave me. She needed to fight for this. I love her too much to lose her.

The doctor dismissed herself and Tyler came up behind me to comfort me.

“She’s a fighter Josh. She’ll wake up, I promise.”

“How do you know Tyler.” I said and tears came down my face. I was losing hope and I was scared.

We didn’t talk much after that. I just held Y/N’s hand as I’ve been doing the past two weeks. Sometime that day Tyler went to go get us some food and I was left alone with Y/N.

“Hey baby. I know you can hear me and you can’t respond. If you were awake right now you would be yelling at em because I haven’t showered in a while. I don’t care though, as long as I can stay here I’ll be with you. I want you to know that I love you so much. I need you to wake up soon Y/N, I can’t lose you. The doctors say they’re giving you 3 more days. I need you to fight your hardest you’ve ever fought and wake up. I love you so much baby.” I told her and I could have sworn I felt her lightly squeeze my hand. It pained me to think it was my imagination, but it was.


I was in town for what was supposed to be only 2 days to record with Josh, but it’s been 2 weeks. Y/N was in the hospital and I was watching my best friend fall apart slowing as he watched his girlfriend laying in a bed in a coma. When I had heard that Y/N was only getting 3 more days to pull herself from the coma I knew Josh was going to need me there for him more than ever. It was a new day and Y/N now had 2 days to wake up.

“Josh I’m making you leave. Just go for a 30 minute walk around the hospital, that’s all I’m asking of you. Do it for Y/N.” I begged Josh.

He hasn’t left the room in over two weeks and he was looking ill himself. He nodded his head and stood. He left the room and I took his place in the chair next to the bed.

I held Y/N’s hand in mine. Just sitting in the silence was weird, especially for Y/N. She was so happy all the time and seeing her lay still like this was hard to watch. I’ve known her for the past 3 years and she’s the reason Josh is happy. I thank god he found her, but what will happen if she goes.

“Hey there Y/N. I feel really weird talking to you, knowing you’re not going to respond. They said you can hear us talking and it will help you get better the more we talk, so here I am. Josh needs you to wake up, we all do. We’re not giving up on you yet, just like you’re not giving up. You never gave up on Josh or I and you’ve helped us both with lots. See you soon best friend.” I said and just sat next to her.

After about 15 minutes I heard a small mumble break the silence. I looked up to Y/N and saw her eyes start to open a little.

“Y/N.” I said excitedly and her eyes looked in my direction.

I called a nurse to the room where they helped her wake up more and took her feeding tube out. I immediately called Josh and he nearly ran back to the room.


I just got a call from Tyler saying Y/N was waking up. I basically ran to the room where I the nurse talking to her and examining her. When she looked over the nurse’s shoulder and saw me her eyes filled with tears.

“Oh my god Y/N. Don’t cry, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave your side.” I said hugging her the tightest I ever have.

“I’ll come back in a few hours to finish this.” the nurse said and left.

“Sit with me?” Y/N asked me and I sat next to her, not letting her go. I wasn’t planning to for a long time. She was my best friend and the best thing to ever happen to me, how could I let that go.

I could feel her shaking slightly and I knew it was because she was just scared.

“Shh, calm down babe. I’m right here for you and I will be for as long as I can.” I said and kissed her. For the first time in 2 weeks I saw the eyes and smile of the girl that stole my heart.

Undercover & Undone

Summary: (y/n) (y/l/n) was just a simple waitress living in a city torn between two warring mafias desperately grabbing for power. When her two friends Matt and Ben Solo come up with a plan for the Coruscant Police Department to get the upper hand on the mobs, (y/n) finds herself coming face to face with someone she thought she’d never see again…

A/N: To everyone who listened to my AU idea I wanna thank you so much!! Also thanks to @kylo-renne who came up with the title bc I suck at coming up with titles. Anyways, my inspiration from this kinda came from Gangster Squad so it’s very loosely based off of that, and I love the aesthetic of 50′s mobs but catch me using the aesthetic but eradicating the racism and sexism of that time period

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.1K

Kylo frowned as he looked down at his watch. It was half past two, and he was late…again. He’d have to get a new driver if this problem kept on. After all, this meeting was critical, and showing up late didn’t bode well for his future business dealings with this family. If he made a bad impression, this family might take their business to Hux and his new First Order. That was the last thing he needed, especially with the constant fighting between their two forces. With a huff, he looked out of the window, discerning a small diner through the thick snow that fell so peacefully that when he watched the world passing by from the backseat of his Lincoln, it felt like he was in a dream of sorts. For a moment, he let his mind wander, away from his business dealings and organization, and to someone he hadn’t seen in a long time, someone he would’ve given anything to at least know how they were doing…

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anonymous asked:

we had a woman come into my craft store recently to return a $100+ item without a receipt. my manager turned her away since it was a high-ticket item. turns out, after we got cctv footage, she didn't come in with it. (: she then went to the furthest store in our district (about 50 mins away) to do the "return" and when she was refused there, stole 3 sewing machines worth over $2k in total. (: she has a very distinct face and we will call the police on felony charges if we see her again.

This is why there are return policies in place! Don’t blame the stores, blame the thieves. -Abby

Barrio Slums and More Ch. 6

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That Sunday there was a soft knock at the door. Still in his PJ’s, mouth half-filled with pancakes, Lance opened and froze at the sight of his Buela. She looked tired and slightly uncomfortable, but she was there. He hadn’t realized it, but there had been a part of him that thought he’d never see her again.

“Buela,” he breathed. “Um, come in. Ma, Buela’s here,” Lance stepped aside and his sisters stood immediately to greet her, pulling her in for hugs and kisses. Jorge waited and pecked her cheek unceremoniously before sitting back down.

“Mami, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Lance’s mom asked, hurrying over to greet Buela. “Hungry? I can make you some coffee and toast.”

“No, I’m fine,” she said softly. “I came to talk about Lance. And your father.” His mother’s face hardened and she lifted her chin.

“What about Lance?”

Her old eyes flickered to him, the distant look breaking Lance’s heart. It was like he wasn’t even there. “You know,” she murmured, her eyes downcast. “Your grandfather isn’t happy. Since when are you… like this?” She hesitated, as though any direct mention of Lance’s sexuality were a curse.

He shrugged, his face passive even though the knot in his throat was so big it hurt. “Since always, I guess. If he doesn’t want me helping anymore, fine. If he doesn’t want to see me, fine. He could have at least had the guts to tell me himself.” He turned away, feeling the burn in his eyes.

But before he could walk away, his grandmother called his name in a louder, demanding voice. “Don’t you go storming off like a child, Lance,” she chided. “What do you want from us, eh? You want us to throw a party and congratulate you for your sins?”

“My sins?” he repeated, his heart shattering. “What sins? What have I done?”

“You know what the Bible-”

Suddenly, Lance’s mother spoke, her voice sharp and angry as she started yelling in Spanish. “Don’t you come into my house to tell my son that he’s not good. You have no right to talk to him that way. And don’t you bring the Bible into this either, you know very well the very Bible calls for us to love unconditionally. We are no one to judge others, only God can do that. Lance has the purest heart of any of your grandchildren, he is not bad! And if you and Papi are going to turn your backs on him, then you can go ahead and forget about me and my other kids as well!” Her eyes were filled with tears, but her voice was strong.

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Car Crash - Roman Godfrey Imagine

Authors note: Wanted try something different tonight. This is a new format of writing I’d like to try. So if you would so kindly let me know what you think, I’d be happy. This is all written through text btw! :)

August 4th, 2016.

6.30pm, Roman: Hey Babe! Just wanna let you know I’ll be over in 30 min. Can’t wait to see you, it’s been too fucking long!

6.32pm, Y/N: Yay! :D It’s your fault it’s been too long, you were the one who decided to go back to Maui!! Be careful when you drive, it’s raining pretty hard, you know! Anyways can’t wait to see you too! Love you!!!!

6.35pm, Roman: Gonna start driving now. I’ll call you when I’m close. Love you too!! :)

7.02pm, Y/N: Are you close babe? Think you forgot to call me…

7.03pm, Y/N: You won’t want to miss this dress that I’m wearing ;)

7.18pm, Y/N: Hello?!

7.30pm, Y/N: Please call me, I’m getting really worried. When I call I reach your voicemail. PLEASE CALL ME!!!!

August 5th, 2016.

9.06am, Y/N: The police came by this morning. They told me what happened, and that you are in the hospital, though Olivia said she wants you moved to her place. I’m just waiting for her to call me. I’m just sitting here. I’m shaking and crying but I feel nothing…

10.30pm, Y/N: Olivia called not long after my last text. Said I could come over and see you so I rushed over there. Your poor face, so lifeless and covered in bruises. The rest of you is covered in bruises too, but your face… I almost couldn’t recognize you, not because of them, but because you look so sad. I feel sad. Roman, please wake up. Please.

August 6th, 2016.

3.45am, Y/N: Been talking to Peter all night. He came over at 12am, and is now asleep on my couch. We talked about you. We both love you. We both cried. He told me that it was a drunk driver who crashed into you. That the woman is in a coma. I hope she never wakes up. That she will give her life for yours!!

3.46am, Y/N: I love you

5.38pm, Y/N: Peter and I are with you today. We have been sitting here in absolute silence, except for my ugly sobbing. Been crying for hours, and I want it to stop. I feel devastated but most of all I feel tired. I didn’t sleep at all, I can’t. I’m holding your one hand in mine, while trembelingly writing this with my other hand. Can’t stop the tears from blurrying up my phone screen…

6.00am, Y/N: I miss you

6.02am, Y/N: Roman, I love you, please wake up!!!

August 8th, 2016

10.59am, Y/N: Haven’t left the house since Olivia drove me home yesterday. I think I’ve been laying in the same spot for the past 15 hours now. Crying, maybe even screaming. I can’t remember much. I need you

12.29pm, Y/N: I’ve somehow convinced myself that this is not over.

12.30pm, Y/N: I hope!

August 9th, 2016.

5.10am, Y/N: I didn’t.

11.14am, Roman: Y/N? I love you.

anonymous asked:

I thought that you stopped writing but thankfully i was wrong, so here it is... "Gail and Holly meet at a ComiCon, when Gail is there as a police officer and Holly as a fan"

It’s been far too long since I’ve last written and I’m so happy it’s made an appearance. I’ve missed it so much. 

“You fill that hat out nicely, not many can,” someone said behind her. She wasn’t too sure if they were talking to her or not but she didn’t see anyone else wearing a hat. She turned on her heel only to come face to face with the hottest Rey cosplayer she’d ever seen (and there were a Lot of great ones she’d walked past that very day).

“Hat is an odd one to go with when I believe it’s my ass that looks best in this outfit,” she plays it cool. It wasn’t like she had a giant crush on Rey in the first place.

Rey gave her a big smirk coupled with a not so subtle look up and down. “Tried going with the less creepy one to start with.”

Gail shrugged. They moved up the line they were in, going slowly but surely. She wasn’t too sure how to continue talking with Rey, small talk wasn’t one of her stronger suits, so she waited hopefully for her to do it for her.

“So, Officer Haught eh,” Rey eventually said.

She turned to the brunette with a raised brow, “really? That’s your second opener,” she asked.

“I least I came up with two now, what have you done,” Rey questioned.

“Graced you all with this uniform, duh.”

“True,” Rey gave her an amused look. “How long have you been watching?”

“First episode. Wynonna is my spirit animal, I would have chosen her but I already own most the Officer uniform so it worked in my favour.”


“Only if you want it to be,” Gail winked.

Title: Protect Me (Part 11.)

Character(s): Jason Crouse and Samantha (fictional/original character).
Summary: After Todd’s arrest, Sam confronts him during a meeting with his lawyer. 

Word Count: 2,141
Author’s Note:  We’re on the final stretch guys! We’ve got a one more chapter left of this story, so stay tuned! 
Taglist: @clinicalkayla | @negan–is–god@thendonteatwaffles | @heartfulloffandoms | @lostxwanderess | @warriorqueen1991 | @may85 | @negantrashlucille23 | @myheart4ever47 | @the-shameless-captainflint

Originally posted by may85

“I’ll be just right outside, okay?” Jason said, looking down at Sam. She was released from the hospital just yesterday and now, she had to face Todd.

The start of their relationship began in the hospital, but Jason didn’t mind. He knew that she only felt safe around him and he wanted to keep it that way. There had been times during her hospital stay where she would wake up in tears and Jason did his best to calm her down.

“You can’t come inside with us?” Sam asked, resting her forehead against Jason’s chest. His strong arms were wrapped around her, keeping her safe and protected.

“I can’t, no. But just look outside and I’ll be right there, okay? Alicia said all you’ll do is make a statement and then you can leave the room.”

“W – What if I can’t do it, Jason?”

“You can.” He reassured her, his hand gently cupping her cheek. “You can and you will because Todd will know that he didn’t break you. You’re stronger than you think, Sam.”

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The Price of a Life (Fallen Angel!Wonwoo)



What truly is the price one must pay in order to survive?

Word count: 3258

Does it hurt..? Looking down at the woman in the crushed car, he couldn’t help but wonder. She looked so peaceful though, as if she was just sleeping. If it wasn’t for the smell of blood slowly permeating the air, he might have been able to tell himself that the woman wasn’t dead, she was simply.. resting. Maybe it didn’t hurt. Death itself might be painless, the act of dying might be the painful part.

“Mister… please.. please help my mom…”

His eyes flickered to the small human in the passenger seat, her own soul only seconds from following her mothers. Yes, dying looked painful. The small girl’s body was rejecting death, he could tell. Every cell was fighting to stay alive but it was almost inevitable.

“I can’t.” He sighed, looking almost bored. Why had he even come? The mother was praying for a god and that wasn’t what he was. The mother wasn’t even alive anymore. But looking at this small child it was unlikely she had been praying to god for her life.

“How old are you?”

The child blinked up at him groggily, as if she could barely even see straight anymore. Her mouth opened but she just whimpered instead of stating a number, obviously too dizzy and disoriented to answer.

“You’re young enough.”

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Touch Me (Part.3 - End)


Artist : GRAY

I walk straight to their table. Don’t care if it will make a scene there. I walk closer and see Sunghwa’s expression when notices my presence. He looks pale as if seeing ghost.

“Lee Sunghwa-ssi, Can we talk for a moment?” He stand up immediately after hear my words. His friends looking at our direction frightened while the girls ask here and there who I am.

“It’s not like what you’re thinking!” Sunghwa said as we go out from the club. I keep walking to where my car parked, looking for a quiet spot to talk. He grabs my hand and stop me.

“Listen to me! It’s not really like that!” Now he’s the one that yell at me.

“Not here Lee Sunghwa. Everybody’s watching. Let’s talk in car.” Not even a single tear drop from my eyes. He just sighs and follows me to my car.

“You know I have thousands questions for you.” I said after he close the car’s door.

“I know.” He sounds calm now. Maybe he already gives up on me.

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Juniper walked into the waiting room at the hospital. Her eyes darted around anxious to see a couple of familiar faces. “Juni” Tori called “I was so worried.”

The girl ran towards Juniper wrapping her arms around her. “I’m sorry” she gasped “it took longer at the police station than I expected it would.”

“Did they lock that jerk up and throw away the key?” she asked.

“I wish” Juniper sighed “when I was leaving I saw Cinnamon coming to bail him out.”

“That’s it” Tori exclaimed “you’re coming home with us.”

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Originally posted by neulina

Request - Reader finds her neighbour Edward covered blood and in shock, so she cleans and helps him get rid of the evidence. But she has no idea where he’s working, so one day when she’s called to the GCPD for interviewing about the murders near her house, she sees Ed and understands that it’s him. He’s afraid she’ll give him away, but she didn’t and later he comes to her place and she tells him that she likes him, and that’s why she kept silent at the police station. 

Pairing - Edward Nygma X Reader

Wordcount - 2637

Warnings - Mentions of blood, murder, general fluff. 

Author’s Note - I loved doing this request. Thank you so much for requesting. 

When you first moved into your apartment, Edward Nygma was the only person who came and welcomed you to the neighbourhood. As time passed, Edward Nygma became a friendly face, who was more than happy to help you out in your time of need. Whether it be something as simplistic as giving you some sugar when you had forgotten to buy some at the store. Then there was that one time your heating broke, so Edward Nygma bought over all of his spare blankets insisting that you were likely to get a cold if not insulated properly. Despite knowing that Edward Nygma was not the most normal of guys with his passion for riddles and love of knowledge. But it was his abnormalities that drew you to him in the first place. 

The most endearing thing about Edward was he would leave you notes, folded securely inside with a single question mark placed on the outside of the car. You admired the penmanship, seeing it as recognisable. Edward Nygma left you stunned with his considerable depth of knowledge. Edward Nygma was an underestimated man. According to the very vague conversations that you had shared, people at his work continuously underestimated Edward often mocking him for his intelligence levels and his appearance. Despite, not knowing a lot about what Edward did as a profession, but you were disgusted at how badly they treated him. Edward was nothing but sweet, friendly, kind, charming and handsome.You couldn’t quite understand what Edward’s colleagues saw, whatever it was, they were polar opposites to what you saw.They were the unlucky one’s. Edward Nygma was truly something special. 

For the past few weeks, men had been going missing, then appearing in a nearby alleyway smothered in stab wounds. Reports called the attacks to be “emerged from built up rage” and severer overkill” The attacks had left you shaken up, believing that the killer could change their patterns and attack a different person. Serial killers were known to change their patterns and motives, victims pool and their style of attack. A wave of relief flooded through you as you entered the corridor that leads to your apartment. You realized there was something terribly wrong. You observed a familiar silhouette, hunched over someone lying on the floor. Concerned for Edward’s well-being, your quickened pace made you get over to Edward faster. Bending down beside him, his muscles were tense as he stared blankly into space. Presuming that Edward was in some sort of shock, you placed your hand on Edward’s shoulder. 

“Edward, are you alright?” Your soothing voice brought Edward back into reality. His head turned meeting your gaze. There you were looking as beautiful as ever, meanwhile, he was covered in blood, crunched down in front of his latest kill. He couldn’t even speak unsure how you were about to react. You pulled out a tissue from a packet that you had in your bag, moving slowly to wipe the blood off of his cheek. Normally Edward was so careful at the direction of the blood splatter. Who knew what kind of diseases these disgusting scumbags had? Your touch was like a feather as if you were afraid to hurt him He smiled at your soft touches. 

“Edward we need to get this cleaned up. If someone else sees this they could jump to the wrong conclusions. We’ll get this cleaned up and then we will get you cleaned up and burn these clothes” As you removed your hand from his shoulder to roll up your sleeves and got to work, heading to your apartment to pick up some cleaning materials before beginning the mammoth task ahead Cleaning away the blood and gruesome task ahead of you were by no means an easy task, but you scrubbed the floors, making sure there was no evidence of the scene ever happening. You went to the extent to help Edward with the body of the dead man which he directed to you in an alleyway. Odd right?

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My little damaged princess (2/?)

Pairing: dad! Bruce X reader, (future) Peter X reader

Plot: the reader is Bruce’s fifteen year old daughter and she lives with her mom and step dad. Her mom and step dad hit her and don’t feed her when they think “she’s been bad”. The reader calls her dad crying and begs him to go and get her because she is fearing for her life. Tony calms Bruce down promises to help him get full custody of the reader. When they bring the reader back to the compound the team was shocked, first that Bruce has a child and second the state that the reader was in. The team promises to help Bruce out. Peter helps the reader cope with the trauma she has. Along the way Peter develops feeling for the reader.

A/n: the next chapter is when it starts to get a little bit better for the reader and Bruce. This was going to be three parts but I honestly think this needs to be more than three. Only because I don’t want to rush it and I kind of want to establish Peter and the readers relationship properly. I don’t just want to rush them into a relationship. this is a REALLY dark topic about physical abuse. DON’T READ THIS IF THIS IS A SENSITIVE TOPIC FOR YOU. Remember, if you or someone you know is the victim of physical or emotional abuse PLEASE contact the police immediately.

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*Bruce’s pov*

I looked over at the backseat where y/n had fallen asleep. She looked so broken I wanted to cry when I took in her appearance back at her mothers house. How could she do that to my baby girl.

“Hey Bruce” I looked at Tony “everything is going to be ok”.

“I just don’t understand why they would treat her that way. Did you see all the bruises on her arms and face. They- they treated my child like a punching bag” I felt a tear drop coming down my cheek. “I should’ve kno-”

“Bruce stop it. You didn’t know ok”

“But there were signs” I was mentally hitting myself for not paying attention to the signs that were obvious now. Every time I would be with y/n she was always wearing long sleeves and jeans. Even when it was unbearably hot outside.

“She’s safe now” Tony gave me a sympathetic smile as we continued to make our way back home.

*y/n pov*

“Sweetie, we’re here” you heard your dads voice as the car stopped moving.

“Where are we?” you asked as you unbuckled yourself and got out of the car. It wasn’t until you noticed the giant “A” on the building that you realized you were at the avengers compound.

“You’re new home.” your dad held onto your hand as Tony carried your suitcase into the building.

After a short trip on the elevator you guys entered the lounge and noticed all of the avengers were sitting around.

“Everyone this is y/n, she’s Bruce’s daughter and she’s going to be staying with us from now on. Please make her feel at home” everyone looked at you as Tony introduced you to the team and you just got closer to your dad.

“Bruce we didn’t know you had a daughter” the man you recognized as Steve Rogers.

“Yeah. She’s my entire world” your dad replied

“Um dad I’m really tired do you think I could go to sleep?” you asked

“Of course sweetie” your dad “Tony-”

“The guest room is all hers” Your dad guided you out of the room.

*tonys pov*

Once I knew they were out of the room I turned to the rest of the team. They all had a shocked expression on their faces. “Ok I’ll get to the point you guys are all dying to know. The reason you guys didn’t know about y/n is because she live or should I say lived with her mother. That woman said Bruce was unfit to take care of y/n because of the other guy. He only gets to see her a certain amount days a year and I’ve been present for some of those times. She looks like that because-” I had to stop for a second to actually process what I was about to say. “The reason she is all beaten up is because apparently her mom and step dad hit her.”

“How could anyone hit their child” Clint looked upset. “Never in a million year would I lay a finger on my children”.

“I don’t know Clint, I honestly don’t know. Y/n is such a kind and loving girl. I’m begging you guys to please make y/n feel comfortable here.”

“Of course we will.” Steve stood up “right guys?”

“Yeah” everyone agreed

“Thank guy, we better get to bed now.” I noticed Natasha in the corner looking angry “hey Natasha, can you stay back for a little bit” I asked as the rest of the team made their way to their rooms.

“What is it Tony”

“Don’t think that he didn’t tell you about her because doesn’t want you to know about his personal life.” I told her

“I’m not mad that he didn’t tell me about her. I’m mad as hell that her mother would treat her like that” I did something I don’t normally do. I hugged her. “She looked so broken.”

“I know. It took everything in me not to beat the shit out of her step dad. But right now we have to be there for both Bruce and y/n because Bruce is going to be fighting for custody.” I finally let go of Natasha.

“How can I help?”

“Just be there for her.”

“I can do that” she nodded her head.

“Alright well we better get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.” I nodded at her

“Alright, goodnight”

“Goodnight” with that we headed off to our rooms to rest.

*the next day y/n pov*

You made your way around the compound trying to figure out were the kitchen was since you haven’t eaten anything.

“Finally” you said to yourself as you found it and started going through the refrigerator.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?” you looked over your shoulder and notice Natasha leaning against the countertop.

“No thank you” you smiled at her. “You’re Natasha right?”

“Yes that’s me” she gave you a small smile.

“My dad talks about you all the time” you said as you got milk out. “Are you guys dating?”

“Umm I don’t know” you watched as she got flustered

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t of asked you that” you shook your head “it’s just that every time he talks about you he has the biggest smile on his face. I just assumed you guys were dating. Do you think I could get some of the cereal?” You pointed towards the box on the shelf.

“Yes you can” she handed you the box “In fact, I’ll have some as well.” she got two bowls before you started to pour the cereal in it.

“Thank you” you began to pour the milk in the bowls.

“Come on, let’s go with the rest of the team” you gave her one of the bowls as you followed her towards the dinning room were the rest of the team was sitting.

“There you are” you dad stood up

“Yeah I got lost trying to find the kitchen” you laughed before you sat down next to him.

“Hi I’m Peter” you turned and noticed a boy around your age sitting next to you.

“I’m y/n” you smiled at him before you focused on your cereal.

“So y/n what do you like to do for fun” Steve asked after a few minutes of silence.

“I love to draw” you looked over at the super soldier. “Would you like to see some of my drawings?”

“Yes. I love to draw as-”

“Mr. stark there is someone at the door.” Steve was interrupted by Friday.

“I’ll be right back” Tony got up and left the room. A few minutes later he walked in with two cops behind him.

“Mr. banner your under arrest of kidnapping and abusing y/n banner” one of the cops said as the other one came towards you.

“Don’t worry y/n, you’re safe. We’ll take you back to your mother.” he grabbed my hand.

“I’m not the one who abused her ! ! ! ! It was my ex wife. Don’t take my daughter away from me ! ! ! !” Your dad yelled at the cop that was putting him in handcuffs.

“NOOOOOOO DON’T MAKE ME GO BACK THERE” you screamed as he was taking you away from your dad. “DAD ! ! !”.

Love in the First Degree: Part 3

Previous Parts

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Dean Winchester is a detective on a serial killer case when something from the past comes in to evidence.

Tags: smut, angst, dubcon (not with Dean), drug use, torture mentions

Words: 2321

Note: There are some dark things that are going to be discussed, this is a psycho we’re talking about. I won’t be going into extreme detail, and there will be plenty of fluff later to balance it out. 

Also, please please please please let me know what you like and don’t like. Feedback helps me write faster, I promise xoxo

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. In Tenebris . 3

Wendy’s smiling face was the first thing Lucy saw upon entering the massive building nearly two hours later, her arms laden with shopping bags. A kind look flashed across the blonde’s face at the sight of her nervously standing at the top of the stairs. “And how long have you been standing there, Wendy”

Wendy blushed. “Since we finished eating. Thank you for the food, Lucy, it was delicious. We’ve only had bread and the occasional meat to eat for a while.”

Lucy made a sound and staggered up the stairs after kicking the door shut. “Pft,” she scoffed, “It was nothing. We’ll send Natsu and Gajeel out to - no, I take that back. They’ll ruin it all.”

Wendy followed her as she made her way into the beautiful living room and dumped the bags on the floor before searching through them for a few certain outfits and items in particular. The blonde spread out a few, and Wendy gawked at the beautiful dresses, shirts, skirts, shorts, pants, and so much more that were laid out for her to admire. “I didn’t know what you liked,” Lucy explained. “So pick out whatever you want and we’ll donate the rest. I’ll do the same for the other two…where are they?”

Rather than answering her question, Wendy knelt to run her fingers over one of the dresses, taking in the pleated green, yellow, and purple pattern. “Thank you,” she croaked, unable to swallow back the tears that filled her eyes. How long had it been since she’d worn something like this?

Lucy’s gaze softened. “Here, let’s get you a bath. I bet the other two will have shown up by the time we’re done, hm? And you can show them that I’m not some kind of weirdo trying to research you guys more.” She offered a hand to pull Wendy to her feet. “Which dress should we put you in? I may have to do some adjusting…” She studied the feather-like structures that sprouted between her shoulder blades.

“Can I wear this one?” Wendy said excitedly, picking up the one she’d been looking at. “Oh! And I can help you pick up and stuff afterwards! I already cleaned the dishes since Natsu was mean and left them at the table for you to deal with…”

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