i break the walls and kill us all

post breakup AUs

because i haven’t seen enough of these around and i am so here for angst:

  • “today was the first family gathering i’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin that absolutely adored you asked where you were and i had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures i took of you to feel okay again¨ AU
  • ¨i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive¨ AU
  • “i’m pretty sure if taylor swift and i were in a competition of who could write the most breakup songs in one night, i’d win by a landslide because i still set two plates out for dinner even though i eat alone and it’s almost pathetic because we’ve been broken up for ages but i’m still not over you” AU
  • “so i know we haven’t talked in like, two years, and that things ended pretty badly between us but what the fuck do you mean you’re engaged to be married¨ AU
  • “yes, i know this is your sweatshirt and that we broke up five months ago but it’s really comfy okay. i totally don’t wear it because like it still smells like you or is the only thing that even remotely feels like home since i moved out. pfft. absolutely not.” AU
  • “look, i know we agreed to be friends and everything but that’s what everyone says when they break up. i can’t take you asking me for advice on how to ask out the new person you’re interested in, okay? it’s killing me” AU
  • “oh hi, totally didn’t expect to see you here at this one hole in the wall coffee shop literally no one in the entire world besides you knows about. what a coincidence.” AU
  • “it´s my [insert family relation here]´s wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all i can think about is how this was almost us” AU (bonus: “i know that it’s two in the morning and i’m dressed really formally and a little (a lot) bit drunk but i couldn’t stop thinking about you after my grandma asked how you were doing also can i come in it’s freezing out here”)
  • “i still have your sister’s scarf and i know it’s stupid but i’ve been hoping maybe one day you’ll come by and pick it up so we’ll be forced to talk again because i haven’t seen you in months and i’m maybe kinda sorta still in love with you” AU
  • “i know we were never officially together or anything but seeing that picture you posted on [insert social media] with him/her literally felt like you carved my heart out of my chest and stomped on it and i’m not really sure why i’m leaving this voicemail but my pillow still smells like you and i miss your stupid face” AU
  • “we have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and i know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad” AU
  • “so like, i know we broke up and stuff but funny story, i haven’t told my family yet and they just assumed you’d be coming with me for [insert family celebration] and i really don’t know how to tell them and i know this is really selfish but i can’t break my great grandma’s heart like that, she’ll probably have a heart attack and– wait what? you’d do that for me? holy shit, i love you… wait–” AU
  • “i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore” AU
  • “well this is really awkward considering the last time we saw each other, i was screaming at you to never talk to me again, but like, my dog recognized you all the way across the park and literally dragged me over here because she misses you so hi” AU

LIGHT YOUR OWN FIRE: How I Went From Being a 1st Generation At-Risk High School Student to UCLA Graduate/Published Co-Author/Psych Masters Student

I’m a 24-year-old first generation Cambodian with a degree in Anthropology from UCLA, multiple co-authored publications, breast cancer research experience, and now I’m currently in pursuit of a Master’s Degree in Clinical Psychology while learning to code in my free time in hopes that moving forward, I will be able to combine technology with my formal education regarding humans and the human mind—possibly working in the field of Artificial Intelligence. I live near Venice/Santa Monica, drive a stick shift Infiniti, I’m an occasional DJ and amateur baton twirler, I speak multiple languages, I can do handstands and the splits–there’s really nothing that’s outside of my realm of possibilities.

I share my current situation not to brag, but to give you insight on how far I have come…because how I got to this point started as a matter of survival.

Born to two Cambodian immigrants who escaped the Khmer Rouge in their teen years, my life starting out was really challenging.

My parents barely managed to graduate high school…so the best job my mom could get back then was working at Rite Aid. Meanwhile, my father stayed home taking care of me and my older brother. We were really poor, but I was happy—I didn’t know any other way of life.

I spent a lot of time with my father reading books and going to the library. He stressed reading and education to me really early on and in hindsight, I see that it’s because he wanted for me, what he could never have—a college education.

Up until about 7 years old, we lived in not so great neighborhoods around Long Beach, CA before finally moving to the Central Valley. My father’s father passed away so we moved up north to Fresno to be with my 70 year old grandmother. This is when everything started going downhill.

I remember nights when my mother wouldn’t come home, often saying she was staying with my aunt. As a child, I remember being worried, but always unsure why this was happening. It all started to come together for me one morning when my father was driving us to our new school. My mom hadn’t come home the night before which didn’t bother me too much. I was used to her being absent—and when she was around, she wasn’t the nicest person anyways. At a stoplight, in the car next to us, it was my mother in the passenger seat…and an unfamiliar man driving her car.

This is the point that flipped my whole life upside down.

I couldn’t go to school that morning because I didn’t want anyone to see my crying. My dad forced my mom to get in the car and on the way home, he was swerving in anger in attempt to try and kill all of us.

The next morning, I woke up to loud noises in my parent’s room next door. My dad was on a rampage throwing and breaking everything in the room…he even ripped the nailed down lamp off the wall. Then I heard my mother scream, “I don’t want the kids, you can put them in foster care.” I laid there silently, both scared and sad at the time…tears rolling off my face onto my pillow.

This was the breaking point for my parents. My dad was taken to jail and later released and my mom went to stay…wherever it is she would usually go.

Fast forward a year later, my dad won custody of me and my brother and my mother was pregnant with the man in the car’s son. I didn’t see my mom much after that. She never used her visitation rights. But I was happy with my brother, father and grandmother…until my father met my stepmother.

Long story short, he ended up moving away to another town with her when I was in 5th or 6th grade leaving me with my grandmother who didn’t even speak English. On the upside, it made me fluent in Khmer which I am grateful for. But on the downside, I felt abandoned and the world suddenly got really dark. My grandmother favored my brother, not an unusual circumstance in the Cambodian culture, but he would hit me or do other cruel things like read my journal to the boy I liked in school and get away with it. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to commit suicide under these circumstances.

The sad part about all of this was that I was a stellar student. I was in the junior doctor’s academy, I was first chair flute in band, I always got straight A’s…but once my dad left, I stopped caring. I began to question why no one would stick around.

Junior year of high school, I completely gave up. I was in my third year of French, AP Bio and AP US History because I was testing at a high level, but I just stopped going to school. Instead, I was getting drunk wherever I could, with whoever I could every night and sleeping in until the afternoon. I learned quickly that no one was going to do anything about it. The school would call my grandma but she couldn’t understand English…not that I even cared what my grandma would have to say to me. I ended up getting put on home studies for kids who were at risk not to graduate high school which was really funny to me because I knew I wasn’t a true risk. Even on home studies, I couldn’t make it to the once a week sessions with my teacher who would assign homework that was way too easy for me. I continued to party and drink instead.

But one morning, it was like a switch went off in my head that said, “You’re too smart to live like this forever. It’s time to do something.” I went to my home studies teacher and told him I wanted to take the California High School Proficiency Exam so that I could leave high school and start college. He laughed, shrugged his shoulders and said, “It’s hard, not a lot a students pass.” When I left, I remember thinking to myself, “Just watch.”

A month later, I managed to behave and not get drunk the night before the test. I was 16 years old at this point. There were three sections to the test: math, verbal and written. All of which were too easy for me. My background growing up with a love for books made me an exceptional writer and test taker. I left the test feeling pretty dandy and carried on normally for next month or so—but I stopped going to school altogether because I was certain I didn’t need to. The evening before the results came out, I was with my best friend, Brittanie, who pretty much saved my life back then just by being my friend because she was the opposite of me—an intelligent, superstar athlete who is now in medical school. But she encouraged me to check the scores online even though I didn’t think they were up yet.

They were in fact ready—and I passed all subjects with nearly perfect scores…and just like that I was done with high school.

From that point to where I am now, it took a lot of grit…I experienced way too many obstacles, but time after time, I was able to overcome them and that’s why I decided to write this article—I want to explain the mindset that it took to get me from abandoned/neglected teen at risk not to graduate high school to UCLA graduate/published author/experienced scientific researcher/Master’s student.

I continue to face obstacles to this day, but one of the biggest challenges I have faced since day one is a lack of support/encouragement. But here is how I deal with it:

I don’t take no for an answer. When one door shuts, I find another one to open. And I don’t stop until I get in. I call it optimistic relentlessness. Take rejection with a smile, move to the next door. Don’t focus on the rejection, focus on the possibilities. 

I don’t give up. I had a mentor once tell me, if you quit one thing, you’ll start to quit everything. So something I tell myself when I’m lifting weights is that I can’t stop the set until I’m ready to cry. I apply this to real life, nothing I protest doing or want to quit is never really that bad…I constantly ask myself, “What happens if I don’t give up?” It’s more rewarding to speak to myself this way rather than just being demanding towards myself. There is quite literally a reward to not giving up. 

I believe in myself even if no one else will.This is the most challenging part of getting to where I am. No one told me to go to UCLA, and I don’t report back to anyone about my accomplishments. I have always had to push myself and that requires igniting a fire within, trusting and believing that I AM capable and that I AM smart. No one thought that I would reach as far as I have, but it’s truly been a matter of telling myself YES I CAN. I shut out all opinions/thoughts and only listen to my own. 

I nourish my mind with positive thoughts, inspiration and knowledge. What keeps my fire blazing is that I find the resources and information I need to get where I need to go. This is driven by a desire to do and be better every single day so that I never fall back to the helpless state I was once in. The key to success is truly education, whether through a formal system or just the internet. I also use my blog as a source of inspiration because the quotes and things I post, I use as inspiration for myself so when I return to my blog, I always have inspiring reminders to keep me going. 

I surround myself with people who are walking similar paths. I learned early on to be around people who are doing the things I want to be doing. Again, it was a matter of survival and I knew finding the right friends was crucial for me to escape a potential future working at a fast food restaurant. I may not have had similar upbringings as most of my friends, but I managed to make quality friends because I put myself in places with people where we had similar end goals. 

I don’t allow negativity in my life. If anyone talks down to me, disrespects me, or makes me feel anything less than great, I walk away. I do not tolerate any kind of negative energy in my life because I experienced enough of that in my early life. This is really adamant because it’s like trying to climb a mountain with heavy weight, if you drop the unnecessary weight, you can climb faster. Negative people/energy = heavy weight. Drop it. Get away from it. Don’t let it come near you! But don’t forget to check yourself either. Words carry energy, whether its talking to yourself or someone else, stay away from the negative energy zone! It’s completely unproductive for you and the world around you. 

I forgive, frequently, very frequently. Similar to the climbing a mountain analogy, holding grudges and being angry at people is imprisoning yourself and is a complete waste of time and energy. I’ve learned to let go of the pain of my past because it held me back so much. I would have meltdowns…often angry about what my parents did and didn’t do. I wasted a lot of time and energy circulating those thoughts…when I finally let them go, I was free. The difference in energy was amazing. I didn’t feel pain or suffering anymore…From then on, I stopped holding grudges because I only want to hold positive, light energy in my soul and to do that, I have to forgive not just other people, but also myself…for not performing better, or forgetting to do something…It’s important to just let things go and keep your focus on your future. The past is over. 

I give thanks to God. I believe there is a higher power that has kept me safe because I truly have good intentions…intentions to serve others and make the world better than when I found it. Whether you believe in a God or not, being grateful always makes life feel abundant. I struggled a lot on my journey, but I always took time to reflect on where I was, the doors that opened for me…I’m eternally grateful that I get to even breathe. The rest isn’t so bad when you realize you could be starving in a third world country or even be dead. But the more I say thank you for even the smallest things, the more blessings I seem to receive, because all of a sudden, everything is like a gift–the front parking spot, the free scoop of ice cream, the dollar on the ground…Plus, a grateful heart is full of joy. The more gratitude expressed, the more joy you will feel…and that joy can take you from being a miserable nobody to being a source of hope and inspiration for the world. 

Who I am now from where I started was and still is an endless series of trial of error. I have achieved so much from where I began, but I worked HARD to constantly adjust my thoughts and I continue to every day because the journey never stops, and the obstacles don’t stop coming. I continue to become better, smarter, wiser and as I look back…I am deeply humbled by the moments of weakness that turned to moments of strength…And at the end of my life, despite all the failures/shortcomings, at least I’ll always know that I was fearless in this lifelong battle.

I wrote this because I truly want to see our society with less struggle and I want to see more people on fire for life…so this is me holding your hand through your journey and cheering you on screaming, “YES YOU CAN!” There is no reason why we can’t all be successful and it starts right now with the thoughts we carry, the mindset that we have…And if you, like myself, want to set fire to other candlesticks, share this knowledge! Share YOUR knowledge. Let’s not keep anyone in the dark…

…because the more fires we light, the brighter the world will be.  

The 100: Earth Skills

“Who are they? What are they?”
“We are so screwed”
“It looks like a pain response”
“This is what we’d expect to see with exposure to radiation”
"I know this is hard, but we don’t have time for false hope”
"Please, trust me”
"Where’d you get the clothes?”
“You want it back? Take it”
"Is this what you want? Chaos?”
“What’s wrong with a little chaos?”
“You can stop this”
"Don’t you see you can’t control this?”
“Where’s the food?”
“What the hell happened out there?”
“We were attacked”
“We’re stronger than you think”
"We can take care of ourselves”
"We are not prisoners anymore!”
"We both know that you could have sent an apprentice to do this”
"I need to know where you stand”
“I don’t have a vote”
"But you have no proof”
“Please, stop”
"You wanted to see me?”
“Who shot me?”
“Who benefits most from my death?”
“If you have something to say, just say it”
“I followed the law. I did my job”
"I had nothing to do with the attempt on your life, but I’m not surprised that it happened”
"Keep it covered. It could get infected”
“My ankle’s fine”
“I’m gonna help”
"So far no one else has volunteered”
"You’re too important”
"You think you’re such an adventurer. You’re really just a coward”
"Build a wall. Use the fallen trees”
"You could have been killed”
"I hear you have a gun”
"I don’t need a babysitter”
"I’m gonna make your life a living hell”
"That’s a lie and you know it”
"There’s some kind of a virus”
"Is this all you got?”
“Guess we got more in common than meets the eye, huh?”
“We have nothing in common”
"Your secret’s safe with me”
"I should be out there”
“You’re not gonna cry, are you?”
“We need to take a break”
“Now you sound like my mother”
“We’ve got nothing but time”
“Hey, how do we know this is the right way?”
“Now would be a good time to take out that gun”
"We don’t have time”
"What the hell was that?”
“Did someone call for a mechanic?“
“Follow me”
"Why are you telling me this?”
“Those are my terms. Take it or leave it”
“We’re on first watch”
“I won’t be disobeyed"

“Eyes only for you”

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader


Warnings: ~ 2,250 words Jealous!Dean (If that’s a warning), sunburn, one bad joke about lobsters

 Summary: Sam, Dean and you had a stressful hunt behind you and are definitely in need for a little break. After some arguing with Dean, he agrees to go to the beach with you for a few days. At the beach Dean isn’t quite as cooperative as you thought. But when another guy tries to make a move on you, he’ll eventually has to change his attitude about the beach.  

A/N: I’m in the need of some vacation and this little fic came out of it. I hope you enjoy spending a little time with Sam and Dean on the beach. Let me know what you think. Critiques always welcome. Enjoy!

“Deeeeeeaaaan. Pleeeeeeaaaase. Come on. Let’s go. Pleeeeeeeease!” I whined. Dean, Sam and I sat at the kitchen table, munching on our breakfast. The last hunt drained all three of us. What was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, turned into a cruel demon hunt. They had no mercy on us. They’d thrown me and Sam across the room against a concrete wall, bruising us from head to toe. Thank god Dean killed those sons of bitches, before they could do more harm. 

After that we were in the need of a break. Now I just had to convince Dean to get out of the bunker.

He just shook his head no, biting into another piece of bacon.

“C´mon baby. I really need some vacation and there’s this cute little cabin at the beach not far from here. Sam help me out here. You want to go to the breach too, right? RIGHT?” Sam laughed at my pathetic attempt to bring Dean to wear bathing shorts.

“Y/N’s right. What harm could do it to go on a little beach vacation? And by the way there’s a great library near the cabin. They got that book about vampires during civil war, I’m searching forever.” Dean rolled his eyes at his nerdy brother, but sighed defeated.

“Fine. But I don’t do shorts. Not even swimming shorts.” I was already jumping up and throwing my arms around Dean’s neck.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I squealed. “You won’t regret it!” I didn’t hear his response; I was already running to our shared room to pack for our little trip.  A few hours later we were on our way to the little cabin. My head rested on the seat between Sam and Dean, dreaming about the hot sand between my toes, the cool water and the hot sun on my skin. I grinned and kissed Dean’s cheek.

“What was that for?” He looked at me and returned my grin.

“For being an amazing boyfriend who goes to the beach with me.” I said hugging him from behind. He rested his hand above mine around his neck.

“Guys I’m still here.” Sam gagged at the sight of us. We laughed at him, cuddling even closer to annoy him more.

“Y/N, please tell me we got separate rooms.” He asked in fear of sharing a room with us. “Ugh no? I thought you’d like to watch?” His eyes widened at the mental picture I gave him. Dean bursted out laughing at the sight of his truly terrified little brother. I joined him, no longer able to keep a straight face.  

“I even booked separate cabins. I wasn’t sure *cough* if you’d want to be alone. *cough* You know to read that book you wanted to get.” He rolled his eyes, making us laugh again.  We already had such a great time that I didn’t even realize when Dean pulled Baby up a dirt path.

Behind a few trees appeared a little wooden cabin standing at the foot of a white sand beach.  The sight in front of us was breathtaking. The light blue water looked too good to be true. I’d jumped out of the driving car, if Dean wouldn’t have shot me a warning glare, predicting my intentions. We got out of the car and grabbed our bags, walking inside the little cabin. The interior of the cabin consisted of a small kitchen area with an adjacent living room and a wooden table with two chairs. Next to the living room was a door that led to the bedroom and the enclosed bathroom. Sam went to make himself comfortable in the neighboring cabin, leaving Dean and me alone.

“Sooooo … how about we change into our swim suits and go swimming? The water looks amazing.” I asked as I unpacked our clothes. Dean was already sitting on the couch, drinking a beer he got out of the fridge.

“Naaaah, I think I’m relaxing here for a bit, watching the game.” He told me, already turning the TV on for the ongoing football game.

“Come again? I thought we agreed on spending some time together.” I argued.

“Woah woah, wait you said, we would go on vacation and doing a little break from hunting. I never agreed on this whole swim suits and sand where-sand-doesn’t-belong thing.” I was perplexed at his words. Was he serious?!

“Are you serious Dean? After all the hunts where we couldn’t even spend a minute alone and you want to watch football?!” I snapped at him, making him look up at my voices volume.

“Hey! You never said how this hunting break will look like. I was never interested in going to the beach. I would have been fine to just relax a couple of days at the bunker. You wanted to go to the beach. Now go to the beach.”

“Fine. I’m so sorry to think you actually wanted to spend time with me. Do whatever you want. I’m gonna go outside.” I angrily stormed out of the cabin, grabbing my towel and sunscreen on the way outside. I walked to the small almost deserted little beach. I threw my towel into the sand and decided for a swim. The water was cold, but not too cold to make me shiver. I slowly walked inside the water until it hit my waist. I dived inside. When I was under water, I forgot for a brief moment the fight I had with Dean. The water relaxed my muscles immediately. I swam for a while until I let myself float on the surface of the water. The sun was warm and calmed my stressed mind.

After a while I realized how hot it got and swam back to the beach. I unfolded my towel and laid on top of it. I was about to fall asleep when I heard a deep voice next to me.

“Everybody’s getting all tan and you’re here red like you and to attract lobsters during mating season.” I looked in the direction where the voice came from and saw an incredibly handsome man standing above me with a big smirk across his face.

“Excuse me?” He chuckled and motioned to my body. I looked down and gasped as I saw how red my skin was.

“Fuck! I forgot to put on sunscreen .” I grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and tried to reduce the damage as best as I could.

“First time on the beach?” He asked and sat down next to me.

“Yes …. No, I just had a fight with my boyfriend and forgot to put on some sunscreen.”

“I’m sorry. Why did you fight?” He asked. I looked up and for the first time I saw his eyes. They were as blue as the ocean. Light azure blue with little dark specs around the iris. I didn’t realize I stared until he cleared his throat. I shook my head and told the stranger whose name turned out to be Dave why Dean and I fought. It was nice talking to him; having someone who’s not involved in the hunting world and just listens to normal couple problems. We talked for a while and he offered to lotion my very sunburnt back. I gladly accepted and opened my bikini to give him room to put on the sunscreen. What I didn’t see was hoe Dean watched our little conversation from the window of the cabin.

I moaned a bit of the gently movements Dave gave my back.

“How are you so good at that?” I asked him, enjoying the treatment. He chuckled and answered “I’m a masseur.” I sighed and nodded.

“That explains a lot …”

“Yeah it does …” I heard an all too familiar voice behind us. I turned around quickly and saw Dean standing next to us, arms crossed. He looked like he’d rip Dave’s throat out if he didn’t stop massaging me.

“I think I’m gonna leave you two alone.” I nodded and Dave left me and Dean alone. There was an awkward silence between us. Until Dean spoke up “so I’m not doing what you want and you do what? Go out and let some random douchbag touch you?! What the hell Y/N?”

“Dean … Let me explain.”

“No Y/N! I don’t want to hear your excuse. I thought I could trust you. So, every time we fought, you went out and cheated on me?” He yelled at me. That made my head snap up. I stood up, looking directly in his raging eyes.

“What the hell Dean? I never cheated on you! How can you think of me so low?” I yelled back at him, he made me angrier within every minute he was screaming at me.

“Oh sure. You didn’t cheat on me because I got here right on time. Sorry to interrupt your little act here.” He laughed cold heartedly.

“Dean, Dave would never sleep with me. Not that I want it anyway.”

“What do you mean he would never sleep with you?” He asked confused.

I pointed my finger behind him where Dave was standing a bit away from us.

“I don’t think his husband would be happy if he’d do that.” Dean turned around and saw Dave kissing another man.

“Oh …” He rubbed the back of his neck, visibly embarrassed.

“OH?! That’s all you have to say about your little outburst. You accuse me of cheating, yell at me for no reason and all you have to say is OH?!” I shouted angrily at him.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I should have trusted you. I’m sorry. But you have to be admit. From afar it looked suspicious how this man rubbed your back. After all you’re my girl.  And nobody’s supposed to give my girl a back rub but me” He smiled weakly at me. I couldn’t restrain my smile. I grabbed his hand and pulled his body towards mine, kissing him on the lips. He returned the kiss, thankful that I wasn’t mad at him anymore. We broke apart and smiled at each other widely.

“You know I love you, silly. I have eyes only for you.” He grinned at my cheesy choice of words. Suddenly that grin turned into a smirk and before I knew it he hoisted me over his shoulder running towards the water with me. That was when I realized he was wearing bright red swimming trunks. He laughed as he dived with me under water. For a brief moment, I was scared being thrown into the water, but I knew Dean would never let anything happen to me. After all I was his girl.

Klaus Mikaelson- Devil For You
Song:Bastille&Ella Eyre-No angels

You stood outside alongside Elijah and Rebekah the cold winters air almost peircing your naked skin, they didn’t give you time to grab an extra layer of clothing so you were just wearing a vest and your bed shorts. You peered up at the warehouse, it was too big for the three of you, you’d never find Klaus in time.

“We have to split up"Rebekah informed.

"Woah no one said anything about splitting up"you protested, you were only protesting out of fear.

"Well I am now"Rebekah shot back.

"How am I supposed to defend myself, I have nothing"you exclaimed, your eyes widening.

"Your a vampire y/n, embrace it"Elijah sent you a small smile before patting you on the shoulder.

"Guys you know I’m not using my powers I haven’t been taught anything"you spluttered before looking over to them. Only to find that they had vanished.

"Great thanks"you muttered sarcastically, rolling your eyes.
You walked over to the nearest wall and ripped a drain pipe from its structure.

"Like I said I’m not using my vampire powers"you breathed out quietly. That summer you had been turned into a vampire unwillingly, you were part of a revenge plan against Klaus and they thought that turning you would hurt him. You had never wanted the vampire life, being best friends with Rebekah brought you closer to the mythical creatures but you never wanted to become one.

You didn’t understand why they thought that your life would have any impact on Klaus’. You hated eachother.
In fact as you walked slowly and cautiously down the dull grey warehouse corridors, heavy metal pipe in hand your mind started to wonder.

"What am I doing here?"you sighed. You were saving Klaus from some ancient witches and vampires, again you didn’t understand why you were risking your last life for him.

You spun around as you heard shuffling and banging coming from above, your lips slightly parted as you concentrated on ceiling.

The banging got louder and you could hear a echoed cry of pain coming towards you.
"Klaus"you whispered, before springing into action.

No one messed around when it came to you and Klaus, the two of you hated each others guts, but you would also protect each other with your lives.

You had a love that was deeper than anything, it was unexplainable and terrifying but it was also the best feeling in the world.
Klaus felt the connection as well, in fact it frightened him to death because he had never been drawn to a woman like he was to you.

He felt it from the very first day you stumbled into his kitchen drunk, with his sister.

You gripped onto the pole and smashed it violently into the floor above, causing a massive hole to cave in.

You used the pipe to climb up into the ceiling, as you pulled yourself up you noticed you weren’t alone.
Panic set in and you immediately reached out for your only weapon.

You swung the lengthy metal through the air, taking out at least 4 vampires, but the commotion attracted the rest of the clan and you found yourself being outnumbered.

By the time Elijah and Rebekah showed up blood had been shed, mostly your blood. Cuts littered your lips and bruises had already formed on your cheeks.

"We’ll hold them off y/n, you find Klaus"Rebekah shouted as she ripped out several hearts.

"I won’t be able to save him alone look at me?"you asked confused.
"Just go"Elijah warned, fighting off the blood sucking being.

You paused, you were crouched over in the corner, a few of your ribs broken. You were glad that you would heal but your injuries were serious so you wouldn’t heal in time.

Picking yourself up off the floor was a struggle, you looked at the fight scene in front of you before limping towards the commotion down the hall, holding onto your wounds.

You could hear Klaus whimpering close by, it scared you because Klaus was never afraid.
The door was wide open and immediately you were suspicious, nevertheless you stumbled into his room.

Klaus was chained to a wall, his head hanging low.
You couldn’t stand up straight and you clutched onto the pipe as hard as you could.

You let out an unintentional gasp.
Klaus lifted his head, his eyes widening when he saw your state, you were half naked, in your shorts and a vest, your hair was sticking out in all directions and your body was battered, bruised and broken.

A look of joy quickly flashed across his face before it was replaced by an expression of anger and concern.

"Y/n what are you doing here?"he exclaimed, trying to free himself of the chains.
That was the first time he’d actually tried to escape.

"I asked myself that same question, Rebekah and Elijah dragged me out of my bed"you gasped for air, you believed that you had a punctured lung.

"You need to leave"he almost cried out.

"Oh no, no way. Not when I’ve come all this way to save you. I’m not leaving without you I can’t"you told him.

He nodded gratefully, and then his eyebrows furrowed together with confusion.
"You didn’t use your Vampire-

"No I didn’t"you quickly interrupted him before slowly dragging yourself towards him, unfastening the chains with difficulty. You tugged and you tugged but only a few chains dropped the the ground.

"Why couldn’t you break out of these?"you almost laughed reaching up to brush the dust out of Klaus’ hair.

"They vervained me"he sighed.
Your hand fell to your side.
"I can’t touch you"you sighed.

"I swear that doesn’t work on you, your an ori-

"Y/n watch out!"Klaus roared unexpectedly.
You spun around just in time to see the vampire lunging towards you, a stake in his hand.

Using all of your energy, you swung your helpful metal pipe through the air knocking the vampire out for a couple of minutes.
You could hear yourself panting as the room became silent.

"You know for someone who says they hate me, you do a great job of keeping me safe"Klaus watched you closely, your fighting skills both amazed him and impressed him.

"Shut up Klaus"you smiled. Seconds later and the room was swarming with more vampires.
You stood protectively in front of Klaus, weapon at the ready.

You fought for what seemed like years, before a vampire finally struck you with a vervain rope. You fell to the ground with a thud.

Klaus growled at the vampire, his growls turned into shouts.
"You lay one finger on her and I promise when I’m free you’ll wish you’d never been born"Klaus warned.

The room was spinning and you were slipping in and out of consciousness.
"There is no way I can do this without using the vampire in me"you mumbled, your head bleeding.

Klaus eyes wandered over to your lifeless body.
"Y/n you don’t know how to be a vampire"he whispered.

"There’s one thing I know I can do"you slowly nodded. Closing your eyes.

You switched off your emotions.
Just as the Vampire was about to pierce your skin with the stake your eyes shot open and your hand gripped around the stake. Bending his arm backwards breaking several bones.

You used your vampire speed to kill him instantly, smashing his neck into the wall.
Smirking you looked around at the other vampires who wanted to fight you.

In minutes they were all dead, lying deceased in a heap on the floor.
You sped over to Klaus, ripping the chains to shreds.

"Have you lost your damn mind?!"he almost screamed as he brushed himself down freely.

You ignored him, sending a smirk his way.

"Y/n, what have you done?"Klaus stepped towards you.

"I just saved your ass that’s what I just did and you don’t seem very grateful"you rolled your eyes dramatically.

"You just murdered those vampires in less than 10 minutes"he exclaimed.

"Is it still murder if they were dicks?"you asked amused at your work.

"You’ve flipped it haven’t you"Klaus reached out to hold your arm.
You moved your arm out of his reach.

"Ah ah no touching"you taunted him.
He looked desperate.

"Y/n you’ve flipped it? Yes or no?"he pressed on with the same question.

"Well this is how you guys wanted me to be, all up in my vampire alter ego. You know it’s kinda fun and I’m EXTRA hungry"you hissed.

"Y/n no…
Klaus was about to snap you out of It but you had already left him alone in the dark room.

Part2? -Can Klaus find y/n and bring her back?

-Feedback is appreciated❤️

I wanted to believe him
When he said I was his one and only.
I couldn’t stop doubting him
It began to kill us slowly.
I couldn’t believe that I was enough
And I wish I wasn’t right.
All his sweet words weren’t enough
When I read what he would write.

So now I’m scared to let you in,
I’ve forgotten how to trust.
I know now that it’s sink or swim,
So I’m brushing off this dust.
I don’t know if these walls will break
They hardly ever crack.
But If you give me your all,
I’ll try to give mine back.

—  K.N.B.

halsey sentence starters.

quotes all from her lyrics.

  • ‘ i’m searching for something i can’t reach. ’
  • ‘ what happened to the soul you used to be? ’
  • ‘ i don’t like them innocent. ‘
  • ‘ my ghost, where’d you go? ’
  • ‘ i love him but i know i’m going to leave him. ’
  • ’ i just want to feel your lips against my skin. ’
  • ‘ i promised myself i wouldn’t let you complete me. ‘ 
  • ’ you’re writing lines about me: romantic poetry. ‘
  • ‘ i’m tryin’ not to let it show, that i don’t wanna let this go. ‘
  • ‘ i’m sorry but i fell in love tonight. ‘
  • ‘ could we pretend that we’re in love? ‘
  • ‘ don’t let our hearts freeze. ‘
  • ‘ if the morning light doesn’t steal our soul, we’ll walk away from empty gold. ‘
  • ‘ they can break our hearts, they won’t take our souls. ‘
  • ’ would you bleed for me? ‘
  • ‘ i bet you kiss your knuckles right before you touch my cheek. ’
  • ‘ would you lie for me? cross your silly heart and hope to die for me? ‘
  • ‘ i wouldn’t leave you if you let me. ‘
  • ‘ i’m headed straight for the castle, they want to make me their queen. ‘
  • ‘ we’ve been falling down like these autumn leaves. ‘
  • ‘ there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut. ’
  • ‘ if you want to break these walls down you’re gonna get bruised. ‘
  • ‘ i’m already choking on my pride, there’s no use crying about it. ‘
  • ‘ he told me i was holy. ‘
  • ‘ my demons are begging me to open up my mouth. ‘
  • ‘ this city’s ours until the wall. ‘
  • ‘ overanalyze again: would it really kill you if we kissed? ‘
  • ‘ all we do is think about the feelings that we hide. ‘
  • ‘ your laugh spreads over the emptiness. it’s bliss. ‘
  • ’ i’m a wanderess, i’m a one night stand, don’t belong to no city don’t belong to no man.
  • ‘ do you remember the taste of my lips that night?’ 
  • ‘ could you imagine the taste of your lips if we never tried to kiss? ‘
  • ‘ you’re dripping like a saturated sunrise. ‘
  • ‘ you were a vision in the morning when the light came through. ‘
  • ‘ i know i’ve only felt religion when i’ve lied with you. ‘
  • ‘ are you insane like me? been in pain like me? ‘
  • ‘ you can’t wake up, this is not a dream, ‘
  • ‘ i think there’s a flaw in my code. ‘
  • ‘ if there’s a light at the end it’s just the sun in your eyes.  ‘
  • ‘ you know the two of us are just young gods. ‘
  • ’ my tongue is a weapon. ‘
  • ‘ goddamn right you should be scared of me. ‘
  • ‘ i’m bigger than my body, i’m colder than this home, i’m meaner than my demons, i’m bigger than these bones. ‘
  •  ‘ i couldn’t stand the person inside me. ‘
what are your darkest secrets
what are your worst fears
how long have you hidden
these away, accounts of avoidance
insufficient funds, when
they ask to be missed,
when they ask to be released
these worries that keep
our seatbelt tightly
clinching our chest
as if hearing for signs of life
they don’t enslave with physical chains anymore
they want your thoughts
they want you to wear them
which brand are you?
branded by the very thing
that clothes you
which watch costs more,
that’s the one that I want
so we can discuss it over lunch
maybe we’ve always been this way
maybe we’ve always been out of touch
out of reach
selling the human soul
sell your broken heart on
the dark web for likes
keep my smile on replay
for the days when I break
they want my thoughts
they want my memories
they can have it all
chirping with the early birds
wisdom from the late night owls
we used to believe in something
keep those morals balanced
you don’t kill a man by shooting him anymore
you kill a man by building a wall
two words too long and it’s all over
which way is right if we’ve been feeling emotions
from the outer layer first
if beauty is in the eye of the beholder
baby, I would rather be blind
there’s too much pain
there’s too much guilt
there’s too much sorrow
there’s too much hate
there’s too much yes men
how else will we face our children?
what are your darkest secrets
we keep ourselves in a light
that doesn’t fade
so when we’re faced with darkness
we don’t know how to compromise
I don’t know how to be with people anymore
split my skull open,
find out what’s wrong with me
cut my heart out,
maybe a few of my strings are worn
feel for my soul,
maybe I’ve sold it away
when things didn’t make sense
just to make some cents
sometimes I’m okay,
but most days I’m a mess
no one’s going to clean it up
that job, that’s up to you
Things That Make Me Love Magnus Chase

((Please note that I’ve Only Read The Sword of Summer)) @alexfierrno Thanks for convincing me to read this amazing book and for bringing me into this amazing fandom. I owe ya!!

• Our main character lived on the streets for two years.

• Annabeth literally hasn’t seen her cousin in years (and probably hasn’t thought about him much considering all she’s done since PJO/HOO) but she literally drops everything to find him in Boston.


• Blitz and Hearth. Just…Blitz and Hearth.

• Blitz being a MOC dwarf whos mother is a goddess and who loves fashion.

• Hearth being a deaf elf who taught Magnus ASL.

• Hearth only wears the red and white scarf because Blitz said it would look nice. (he never really takes it off)

• Natalie Chase being an amazing mother who I love and we’ve never even officially met her

• The occupants of floor 19

• Thomas Jefferson Jr’s mother was a runaway sLAVE AND NO ONE WANTS TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THAT?

• Gunilla being Gorilla

• Magnus being genuinely mad when he gets abs

• “A pen sword” (I see what you did there Rick, we see you)

• Loki. I’m so sorry, but I always imagine him as Tom Hiddleston.

• Blitz and Hearth falling out of the world tree.

• Sam being in an arranged marriage with Amir but being in love with. We have a consentual arranged marriage.

• “How many Arab American female pilots do you know?”

• Magnus’ inability to shut the hell up

• Huge ducks being the portal to different worlds.

• Sam turning her swan cloak into a hijab.

• Blitz and Magnus are technical first cousins.

• The fact that the dwarves put so much heart and soul into their creations, even if it’s just a cup.

• Blitz says on page 301 that he’s only 20. He was literally only 18 when he drank from the well. He was just a kid, and he spent 2 years taking care of Magnus.

• Blitz 👏 built 👏 Hearth 👏 a 👏 fricking 👏 tanning 👏 bed 👏 in 👏 his 👏 apartment 👏 Odin 👏 bless 👏 this 👏 dwarf 👏

• Otis is a small precious child who has a therapist oh my God I love that goat.

• Thor is such a fangirl I love him. (SIDE NOTE: In total, Rick has referenced The Mortal Instruments ((he dedicated this book to Cassandra Clare and thanked her for the use of Magnus. Cough cough Magnus Bane cough cough)) Doctor Who, Arrow, Sherlock, The Walking Dead, Breaking Bad, Game Of Thrones, and Supernatural)

• Hearth is so fricking sassy around Thor oh my god.

• Apparently there are Norse zombies called draugr. Who knew.

• “[Blitz] crawled into the tent and muttered to Hearthstone, “Make some room you tent hog!” Then he draped his over-coat across the elf, which I thought was kind of sweet. “ - Pg.370. HOLY CRAP THIS PART I LITERALLY HAD TO PUT THE BOOK DOWN AND SCREAM.

• Hearth fucking putting Otis and Marvin’s heads in Thor’s arms. “Never let it be said that elves don’t have a sense of humor. ”

• OK, but how tf is Loki an 8 legged horses mother?? Could someone explain that to me??

•"He leaned against Blitz, giggling silently and making random signs like, Butterfly. Pop. Yippee. ” Pg.384: HES SO CUTE AND ACTS SO DRUNK HERE ITS ADORABLE I LOVE HIM.

•Hearth being hella confused since the sign for I Love You looks similar to drinking out a bottle.

•"“Here he is,” Sam called, brushing some rubble off the fallen elf. “I think he’s okay. ” “Thank Odin!” Blitz started forward but almost fell.’ Pg. 406


•Sam, Magnus, Blitz, and Hearth being a family of empty cups 😭😭💗


•Floor 19 letting Magnus go free I cry.

•"I felt as if I were seeing Hearthstone for the first time. He didn’t stumble. He didn’t faint. He strode confidently forward, flowers expanding before him like an unrolling carpet. Not only was Hearth immune to the wolfs voice, his rune magic was literally redrawing the boundaries of Fenris’ prison. “ Pg.450 - This was so beautiful. I cried so hard when I read this. He’s come such a long way and he’s developed so much I love Hearth.

•Frey looks more like Marvels’ Thor than Thor did.

•Frey realizes that Magnus probably isn’t ready for a father figure just yet.

•Magnus is the one to initiate the hug between them.

• Blades before Babes.

•The chapter title for Chapter Sixty-Nine is "Oh…So That’s Who Fenris Smelled in Chapter Sixty-Three”. Did he…Did Rick just break the fourth wall???!?1?!1


• ‘The screen changed. In Sam’s photo, she was standing nervously at the counter of Fadlan’s Falafel, her face turned aside, blushing furiously as Amir leaned towards her, grinning. “Oooooo,” said the crowd of einherjar, followed by a fair amount of snickering. “Kill me now,” Sam muttered. “Please. "Pg. 478.

•Halfborn and Mallory!!!!!1!!11!1

•"To us, the Chase cousins. Here’s to being less messed up. ” Pg. 487


All joking aside, this is a seriously good book and I can’t wait to check out the second book tomorrow. I can’t wait to meet Alex Fierro. This book made me cry, and laugh, and stay up way too late. I seriously recommend this to anyone who’s a fan of myths. Really, this book is a treasure.

I was only a little girl when I witnessed what you had done. You hit her - let me hear her screams as your anger bled out of mother. Her cries for help but being so little and scared I couldn’t do anything but Tom on the other hand was a little older and witnessed more. You hurt him too but never me and I guess that’s why I blame myself… you wanted me all to yourself - you tried to kidnap me before the police stopped the car before you could get away with me. They stopped you from coming back in the house especially at night when you were pissed out your face and tried to break into the house. But then we moved to the house we live now and me and Tom used to run from you in the street because we were so scared of you! You tried to throw sweets over the wall and mother throw them straight back over! You tried to solve all the pain and heartbreak you caused with a bad of sweets! A bag of Fucking sweets. Then came the day when I felt so much anger and hatred towards you that I told you ‘if you didn’t die I would kill you myself’ but then comes the day that your selfish addiction finally killed you physically and not just mentally! I have so many questions for you but you’ll never be able to answer a single one. Why were you so selfish? Why did you hurt the people that loved you? Why was we never enough?

But then I went through a horrible time with a boy that used me and tbh it meant nothing and I knew that because i found my soul mate - my best friend…

We did everything together, I love him more than anything and everything. I want him to be happy and I understand now that he needed this time/ this space to find himself before he could rebuild me! I’ll always be protecting you from above and that is a promise. We made promises and secrets to each other and I will still keep them! I love you millions AH - be my strong solider!

I’m broken…

And then there’s is my friends who I love all dearly. I know they’re strong and will stick together when they need to and I’m sorry but this is your time to stick together. I promise I’ll always watch down from above.

DM - you can do this! I believe in you and I know in time you’ll find your happiness and peace, it’s not far away! I love you💗

LC - don’t forget to talk to people! You don’t have to go through this all on your own. You’re one strong girl! I love you💗

MJ - get yourself a glitter shop and make it the happiest place you want to be! You’ve people that want to help: let them in! I love you💗

LW - well done gorgeous im so proud of how far you’ve come: keep going! I love you💗

BI - you can do this baibilbog! I believe in you: stop pushing people away that you care about and learn to let go of people that aren’t worth your time. I love you💗

AB - carry on smiling and not giving a fuck about what people think of you! It’s the best way to be. I love you💗

SB - thankyou for everything you’ve done for me… you’ve been my sister and I’m so glad I got to have that with you. I’m so proud of who you’re becoming and remember to always put yourself first. I love you💗

ES - you’ve been my best friend for 3 years now! You’ve done everything for me and I know you’re always there for me. I will always want the best for you. You are so strong and so gorgeous and I know you can get through whatever is thrown at you! I love you💗

PA - thankyou for always trying your hardest to understand and listen to me. Thankyou for always having my back! I love you💗

Catching Up to You

Originally posted by xdaddy-neganx

Summary: Charlie reminices about Negan and Daryl

Pairings: Daryl xOC / Negan x OC

Warnings: None

Author’s note: Don’t worry, it gets better ;)

Chapter One



I met Negan when I was 26; I had been released from prison after 3 years for possession of narcotics with intent to distribute. I had been a broke kid who couldn’t find a good job to keep a roof over my head and no family to help. Originally I had been sentenced to 7 years, but released for good behavior. I was put on probation and had to do community service work for 6 months. My probation officer got me a job at a community center, working with homeless teens, women and children.

Without a family to live with, I spent some time in a half way home until I finally managed to find a job working at a large retail chain store. My time was taken up by work and community service, so I barely had time to actually enjoy my freedom and to make new friends, as my probation officer had told me I should do so I wouldn’t fall back into old habits. But, I didn’t socialize, hell, I had zero time to enjoy the fact that I had my own teeny tiny apartment.

It was during one of the days I worked out in a park, cleaning it up after a huge Fourth of July celebration. The heat was overbearing and I was sure I was going to be sick by the time I cleaned up the mess families had been too lazy to pick up themselves. I stumbled a bit after having been out there for an hour and a half, and before I knew it, I hit the ground.

I had heard some kids yell, and a man call out to one of them to call an ambulance. My head spun and I felt like throwing up; I tried my hardest to get up, but my body refused. The sun beamed down on me, burning the hell out of my eyelids until a large shadow fell over me. My hand failed to raise as the man with a gruff voice asked if I was alright. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t open it and speak, my throat felt shriveled up.

“Hey, honey, can ya hear me?” The gruff voice asked; he knelt to me, I could feel his warm breath against my cheek.

I rolled my head and managed to moan, “Uh-huh.”

“The ambulance will be here in fuckin’ sec,” the man placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up so easily and slowly. “Can you tell me your name?”

I couldn’t even open my eyes then, I couldn’t speak, I just rested against the stranger, letting the heat take over. Passing out, I fell against him; for a moment I felt his body close to mine, holding me gingerly, like I was fragile, broken piece of China. Again, I was brought to, this time by the sirens of the ambulance, feeling and relishing in the man’s embrace, I whimpered wantonly when I was placed somewhere else.

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anonymous asked:

(2/2) So maybe with the whole threatening other people thing, the point is that he can't actually hurt anyone but himself. Because he isn't real. Like, no matter how much he wants, he couldn't reach out and kill one of us. Because Jack doesn't want to. So, idk... maybe he knows just how completely powerless he actually is. But he's doing all he can is desperation and hopes that he'll actually be real.

That actually explains why Anti hasn’t killed anyone directly! He’s doing it through the videos, the screens and, in my opinion, through Schneeple, who’s the one who created the disease for Anti (just a theory).
I think Anti is well aware of this! So maybe he IS breaking the 4th wall! D:

With Us

Rick, Daryl, and You Reunion

Relationship: Soulmates

Fandom: Walking Dead

Character: Rick and Daryl

Warnings: Season Seven Spoilers

You didn’t go out with the group to search for Daryl and you didn’t go with the other group with Maggie because you knew someone other than Gabriel needed to stay behind and look after Judith. However when they finally returned your heart was broken not once not twice but three times. Two for the men that you called brothers had been murdered and the third your and Rick’s lover had been taken so an unknown place by said, murderer. The hurt came again when this Negan person showed up with Daryl almost dressed up like a prisoner. He would take a small glance at you and Rick but would look down anytime Negan would look in his direction. It hurt you to see him and not be about to talk or hold him. You watched as Negan’s men went through everything you had and took what they wanted. As some point, one of his men grabbed your ass. Quickly you turned and punched him in the nose causing him to stumble back. You could see that you broke his nose which you were aiming for.

“You bitch! I’ll kill you!” The man snarled but Negan quickly jumped in the middle of both of you.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. What happened here?” Even with the situation he held that cock grin, out of the corner of your eye you could see Rick.

“Bitch punched me and broke my nose.” The man gestured towards you with one hand as his other was on his nose. Negan nodded and looked towards you.

“Ya, I punched him but be grab my ass for no reason. You maybe taking our stuff but I’m off limits.” Negan whistled before chuckling lightly.

“You are one tough woman. Who stands up for herself. I like that.” You held your ground as you looked at him. “Ever thing about leaving this place. We’ll be around. As for you,” Negan turned and points to the man, “will I guess she already taught you a lesson about grabbing a woman’s ass if she doesn’t want it.” Negan chuckled again before telling the man to get back to work.

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16:~ Daddy’s insane Final part.

A/N: I apologise that this has taken ages to be posted. I just haven’t had enough time to post it. Enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing

“It’s Dad…He’s coming…”

My breath vanished.

“w-what?” My voice wavered.

“Dad broke free from prison last night.” Y/s/n spoke, fear laced in his voice. 

I felt the colour rush from my face, this is bad. How the hell did he get out? That was just one of the main questions I had. However the most important thing I was thinking about was our safety, he had an awful reaction to seeing us, Dan could be near and I couldn’t do anything to stop him.

I thought quickly about our options, I could take y/s/n to the police and wait until they found him but what if we run into him. Maybe if close all entrances to the apartment and block them from being opened. That may work.

“Y/s/n, go lock your bedroom windows, make sure none of them are open ok!” I instructed as I checked the ones in the lounge.

He nodded and ran to his room, I meanwhile rushed to the front door and double locked it. Afterward I checked every possible entrance to ensure there was no possible way to get in.

“Have you done it y/s/n?” I called out.



Still no reply. Suddenly a loud and terrified squeal sounded from his room. My legs carried me as fast they could to him only to almost buckle at the sight in front of me.

Dan was stood hold y/s/n by his throat in a tight grasp. His face held a murderous grin clearly enjoying what he was doing. Y/s/n hands were trying to pull Dan’s away from his throat. He was suffocating right in front of me.

“Let him go you bastard!” I screamed as tears streamed down my face, as sick feeling in my stomach.

“Well hello to you too. I was just doing some bonding with my son here.” Dan pulled him closer.

“Get away from him, you’re killing him!” I sobbed.

“Fine, and I thought you wanted me to meet him?” Dan through y/s/n forward causing him to fall to the ground a smack him head on the ground.

Immediately I rushed to him, picking him up in my arms. Blood was seeping through a large cut on his forehead but that wasn’t the worst part. He wasn’t breathing, in fact he wasn’t responsive at all. My fingers shakily felt for his pulse, praying for it to be there.

Nothing, not a single movement.

“No, baby! Please wake up! Please!”

“Oh no, is he dead? How sad.” Dan said sarcastically.

Rage filled me, first he kills other people and then breaks from prison but the worse this he ever did or ever will do is kill his own child. My child. I flew at him, punching him as hard as I could in his face. Dan stumbled back and held his nose. My hand felt like it had broken but the adrenaline in my body made me forget about the pain.

I swung again but I was stopped. Dan grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back. I screamed out in pain as I heard something crack. Pain shot through my arm. He shoved me against the wall and smacked my head against it.

“Have it your way. You know you are going to be the hardest kill yet. Unlike the others, I love you but I guess you don’t love me anymore.” He spoke calmly in my ear.

I struggled against him, trying to break free, but his grip just tightened. He tutted in my ear and pulled me off the wall.

“You were always a tough one, I’ll miss that.” He kissed my cheek.

It happened all at once, he used his full force to slam my head on the wall.

“Y/n, baby, wake up!” Dan’s voice faded in.

My eyes shot open. I was covered in sweat but I was alive. Wait?

“Sweetheart, are you ok? You were crying in your sleep?” Dan spoke worriedly.

I was dreaming? None of that happened. Thank god!

“Yeah, I was just having a nightmare.” Dan smiled sweetly and hugged me close.

“I wonder if that comes with the pregnancy?” He asked.

I looked down to my bump and remembered that our baby hadn’t been born yet. Oddly enough adding more to my relief.

I shrugged and cuddled into him. He muttered a soft ‘I love you’ before going back to sleep. I followed suit. Hoping that the nightmares would keep at bay.

A/n: Didn’t see that coming did ya? Thank you for your support on this short story. I am glad so many of you enjoyed it!

Gouge Away (live 1990 RARE)
The Pixies
Gouge Away (live 1990 RARE)

Gouge away
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day if you want to

Missy aggravation
Some sacred questions
You stroke my locks
Some marijuana if you got some

Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to

Sleeping on your belly
You break my arms,
You spoon my eyes
Been rubbing a bad charm
With holy fingers

Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to

Chained to the pillars
A 3 day party
I break the walls
And kill us all with holy fingers

Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to

anonymous asked:

If you're still doing requests, could you do one of these? 18 or 40 (Bellamy x reader) Thank you! 💜

(Do send in imagines and preferences requests guys, I only have about 3 or 4 in my ask box at the moment!)

40. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you just crack a smile for me?”

Walls (Bellamy x Reader)

“Dinner’s ready (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes, your back turned to the intruder. “If by dinner you mean the last radioactive animal you killed I’ll pass, thank you.”

Bellamy walked further inside the tent, positioning himself in front of you. “You’ve been working all day, you need to eat something.”

You sighed in exasperation. “I don’t have time for it Bellamy, I need to sort this out.. Clarke is counting on me, they’re all counting on me.”

“(Y/N), one break a day isn’t going to kill us all. You won’t be able to focus properly if you never stop working.”

“Get lost.” You muttered, returning your attention to the papers before you.

They were suddenly snatched off the table and you stood up, glaring at Bellamy. “Are you ever going to leave me alone?”

“Nope.” He stated, his face perfectly emotionless. “Actually, I’m going to keep these until you take a break, eat something and get a proper night of sleep.”

You let out a defeated sigh. “You’re a dickhead, you know that?”

“I’ve been told.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes again, smiling slightly at his cockiness.

“Wait, have I entered an alternate universe or did you just crack a smile for me?” He grinned, a tone of genuine surprise showing in his voice.

“Don’t get used to it.” You responded, before grabbing your jacket and walking out of the tent.

Bellamy stood in place for a few seconds with a smile on his face before following you out. Maybe your walls weren’t too hard to break after all.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any fic recommendations

sorry this took so long to answer i was on mobile and i didn’t want to give you a list without links. and thank you so much for asking this i’ve been waiting i have so many gr8 fics saved!! (they’re all frerard tho as i am a trash human)

the anatomy of a fall (words: 107,525, rated: explicit) - this is my all time favorite fic! GHOST FRANK + HIGH SCHOOL!!!! this one is probably the most highly recced frerard fic and it’s popular for a reason so go read it. the suspense and mystery along with the writing style are just so great i cannot praise it enough.

unholyverse (words: 186,764, rating: mature-explicit) - again this one is super popular for good reason. i like this one for the suspense and mystery again. i was on the edge of my seat. preist gerard helps a cursed frank and then they fight demons together.

gerard way’s (vampire) detective agency (words: 156,358, rating: mature) - this series has 9 parts but tbh you only need to read the fist 2. i only recently finished this one and it’s an instant favorite. i cried through a lot of the second part. the world building in this one is fantastic and for once we have vampire frank! gerard is a famous detective for the creatures of the night.

black market blood (words: 16,790, rating: explicit) - this is my go to smut fic. vampire gerard. that’s pretty much it.

everyone comes to pan’s (words: 35,947, rating: explicit) - this one is so cool!! it’s like a mythology au it’s so neat and again there’s plenty of suspense. frank gets a job at a very unusual cafe.

the science of sleep (words: 93,234, rating: teen) - this is a killjoys fic and its incredible i know i keep saying this but there’s a lot of suspense and mystery. half of the fic takes place in our world and half of it takes place in frank’s dreams of battery city.

across the lines (words: 67,105, rating: mature) - high school au! gerard and frank meet while walking their dogs. unfortunately frank lives in the super conservative rival town across the train tracks.

so long (words: 204,122, rating: explicit) - LOTS OF TRIGGERS HERE OK BE CAREFUL. frank owns a record shop and likes to be alone but somehow gerard manages to get frank to hire him.

moth to flame or whatever (words: 31,280, rating: explicit) - FLORIST FRANK!! SO CUTE!!!!!

break the walls (and kill us all) (words: 27,156, rating: mature) - frank owns an antique shop and gerard helps him get rid of an angry ghost.

a matter of logistics (words: 6,449, rating: explicit) - straight up smut

i could go on but i’ll save that for when i make an official fic rec

Berseker (Scott McCall)

Imagine being Scott’s little sister, and he’s a berserker, he stabs you, and he comes back to himself when you are bleeding in his arms.

I know it’s short, I apologize.


Everyone stood outside the ruin church, La Iglesia. We have one goal: Save Kira and my brother Scott. We must, Kate took both of them, and now we have to get them back. If I lose my brother, I will go crazy, suddenly we heard a noise, and then, i was blind sided, and I fell into the van. “(Y/N), go with them inside! Find your brother!” Derek yelled to me.

Stiles helped me to my feet, and we ran inside, and we were surprised when no berserker followed us inside. Liam, came to my side, and I gave him a reassuring smile, as we made our way through the tunnels, and I stayed close to the wolves. Suddenly Stiles’ phone rang, startling us all out of our little reverie. While Stiles answered I was curious as to how he has signal down here.

We began walking through the tunnels once more, and then we heard a noise, and we all froze. “Come on guys, get ready. Be ready to fight. Stiles go find Kira. We’ll hold him off.” Peter ordered. He took one look at me, but nodded anyways, knowing that I could fairly hold my own. Suddenly, we all began fighting for our lives, against the berserker. I was throne into a wall, and I bairly caught my breath, before I was back up to my feet, and i helped Malia, get it off of his feet, and held firmly to the ground.

Malia was about to stab and kill him, but then, Kira used her katana to break the dagger made of bone and said that it was Scott. No, my brother, my little brother. No. He flung my Malia away, while Stiles tried to reason with the animal spirit inside, trying to reach Scott, berserker Scott, punched Stiles, flinging him back. I jumped forth, and he stabbed me, and I cried out, and fell to my knees as I held my bleeding stomach. I fell to the ground, and everything seemed to go in slow motion. Everyone was in a flurry to try and get me out of the way, before berserker Scott finished me off. My brother, my poor brother. Suddenly we all saw berserker Scott, pull off his skull mask, and there was a flash of light. I was dimmly aware of Scott, my darling brother, holding me in his arms, as he sobbed.

“Scotty, I don’t want to die.” I whimpered and he sobbed harder, holding me in his arms. His eyes glowed red, and in one swift movement he bit into my arm, and I cried out, at the abrupt pain, but everything seemed to to become less dim. He gave me a weak smile, and ran his hand through my damp, knotted hair. “My little sister, I’m so sorry.” he cried out. “Oh Scotty!” I said, and despite my discomfort, I threw my arms around his neck, and held him close to me, and I was aware of everyone closing around us in a circle. We have our Scotty back.

badlands lyrics starters.
  • There’s no use crying about it.
  • If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.
  • He’s got me down on both knees.
  • Taking what I want and call it mine.
  • All we do is think about the feelings that we hide.
  • Would it really kill you if we kissed?
  • All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign.
  • Don’t belong to no city, don’t belong to no man.
  • Do you remember the taste of my lips that night?
  • I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.
  • Kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye.
  • I swear I hate you when you leave.
  • You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope.
  • You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.
  • I know I’ve only felt religion when I’ve lied with you.
  • I don’t have to fucking tell you anything.
  • They can’t believe I made you weak.
  • That’s the beauty of a secret, you know, you’re supposed to keep it.
  • You put a fever inside me and I’ve been cold since you left.
  • You’ve got a fire inside but your heart’s so cold.
  • You weren’t looking for me.
  • I’ve tried to wash you away but you just won’t leave.
  • These voices won’t leave me alone.
  • Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?
  • They’re coming for me.
  • Please stop, you’re scaring me.
  • I find myself alone when each day is through.
  • Yes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for you.