i really hope she's not sick

She Never Stopped Smiling

by reddit user Pippinacious

Fly was an odd kid, even by odd kid standards. I met her in sixth grade, when our alphabetically ordered last names landed us in adjacent seats, and she turned to look at me with a cheerful, gap toothed smile.

“Hi!” She said.

“Hi.” I replied quietly.

I was shy and intimidated by my first day in middle school, but she wasn’t the least bit nervous.

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This is written for @gallusrostromegalus who is sick and apparently really enjoys chickens, so. Fair warning that you are going to read about my family and chickens. I don’t normally write stories on tumblr, so here’s hoping you enjoy the narrative despite the shoddy storytelling.

To begin, I should start with my mother the Undercover Hippie. I spent a good portion of my childhood thinking my mother was normal because she didn’t dress in tie-dye, but as an adult, I’ve realised there are several things that marked my mother as one of those Boulder Hippies. The types that aren’t really Hippie in the seventies sense, but more in the ‘making questionable health and lifestyle choices because it is the newest Organic Idea going around.’ Notable occasions on this list are the time that she filled the brownies with wheat germ and made them crunchy, the time she brought my east-coast-city-child cousins on a camping trip, and the time she got chickens.

Chickens, in and of themselves, are reasonable things to own. Usually. However, my mother wanted them for eggs and began by taking the childhood fort (which most of us had grown out of) and turning it into a chicken coop. By chicken coop, I mean she stuck some boxes in it and put a fence around it, and patched up the hole in the side from A’s Enthusiastic Ninja Punch, and the hole in the other side from C’s Peephole Experiment, and the last hole from my own childhood Cannonball, and both windows, and then got chickens.

My mother is the sort of learner who just starts a project and then learns as she goes. While she knew they needed food and basic heating, she was otherwise a bit naiive.

For example, it turns out L, my sister, is terrified of chickens. My mother apparently didn’t know this (Mom, I don’t like the idea of chickens) until the chickens (Mom, really, do you think we have to have chickens, because they have beaks, and I got pecked once) actually got to the house (OH MY GOD GET IT AWAY. GET. IT. AWAY. GET IT AWAY GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!!!!).

Additionally, Mom forgot that chickens can fly short distances and the fort has a loft and thus made the interesting mistake of not wiring off the top areas of the roof.  On Day One she had to knock on the neighbour’s door and ask if she could retrieve her chickens from their yard.

Eventually, after many phone calls, Mom got a handle on chicken care - by which I mean she passed the project onto my chicken-enthusiastic younger brother, who adored them. Not only did Mom have chickens, she had Happy Chickens who were more than pleased to make Many Eggs, and the family chowed down happily.

W, my chicken-enthusiastic younger brother, explained chickens to me this way:

Chickens have a hierarchy, so you have to have a rooster. They’ll start pecking each other and it’s a mess, but roosters kinda keep them calm, though roosters can get aggressive if the hierarchy gets disturbed, so you have to keep the roosters calm. This isn’t really hard, except that if you have to have a rooster, you’ve got a chance of eggs getting fertilised, and we want to eat them, so you have to go out and get the eggs every day, unless you want more chickens, and there’s a limit of how many chickens you can have inside city limits.

All of which seems perfectly reasonable, and was perfectly reasonable, until Mom decided to go on a fortnight’s holiday with my younger brothers, including W.

This left L in charge of the chickens.

Now, my mother is not a reasonable person, so if you’re just now wondering why Mom left the chicken-terrified child in charge of the chickens, it’s because mom is either an idiot or an arse. I’ve still not decided to this day which one she is, so we’ll leave it at that. But regardless of Mom’s motivations, my younger sister is now in charge of the chickens. She can’t get within a few yards before wanting to burst into tears, but also has a Big Heart and doesn’t want the chickens to die.

The chickens need to be fed and watered.

According to W, several things had happened when he got home and took charge of ‘his’ chickens again.

  1. On day one, L had attempted to feed the chickens, and upon entering the coop had been met by the Rooster, who, not recognising her, had immediately gone into Protective Mode. L had fled the coop, dropping the food but leaving the door open. This led to L calling the neighbours in a panic asking for a Group Hunt for the Chickens because she was too terrified to round them up out of the yard. A friendly neighbour put the end of the hose into the water trough so L could just turn it on instead of going in.
  2. L had fed the chickens every day by taking a bucket about the right size full of feed and tossing it into the coop. Not just the feed - the whole bucket. W had to pick up 12 different containers because after L ran out of buckets she just started using old yoghurt containers and whatever else she could find. The chickens apparently didn’t mind being bombed with buckets full of food, just ran out of the way and then attacked the containers until they got their due.
  3. L didn’t fetch the eggs, not even once, which meant that now W was a full eight chicks over the city limit, and had to give six more to some friends in the foothills who weren’t in city limits and could have as many chicks as they wanted. He ended up keeping the eight chicks and bargaining with the neighbours that they could have free eggs, provided that if the city Chicken Inspectors came by, the neighbours would tell the Chicken Inspectors that W was just caring for their chickens while they built a new coop or something.

By the time W, L, A, and my mother left to live in Swaziland (another story altogether), my brother had ten chickens over the limit, all extremely pleased and contented with life, until L went Anywhere Near The Coop, at which point they would all start shrieking like the dickens and running out of the way of any impending Food Bombs, except for the Rooster, who would puff up and start attacking the fence in preparation.

Anyway, the point of this story is Don’t Leave L In Charge Of The Chickens, with side morals of Don’t Buy Pets You’re Not Prepared For and Don’t Fuck With Roosters, and also I hope you feel better.

I hope you all know how lucky we are to have @taylorswift. There has NEVER been or will ever be an artist so down to earth, kind hearted, generous, thoughtful, and fan-oriented as she is.

If you take a moment to really think about everything she does for us, it should truly blow your mind. Stalking her own fans, inviting us to her home, making us cookies, donating time and money to help us feel better when we are sick or down, creates playlists for us, reaching out and creating relationships with us, getting in on inside jokes with us, teasing us, and so much much more.

This is fucking unheard of.

We need to cherish this, because she is one of a kind, you guys!!!

Uptown Girl

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: hi i’ve come back from the dead lol (this is also gonna be in peter’s POV)

Peter Parker x Reader 

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by spiderholland

“Are you coming over tonight?” My friend, Ned Leeds, said.

“I can’t. I have the Stark internship.” I opened my locker to avoid looking at him. He would see right through my lies.

“Again? Didn’t you go there yesterday too?” Ned leaned against the locker beside me.

“Well, Mr. Stark expects me to work hard. I don’t wanna let him down.”

“Don’t you think you’re working a little too hard?” Ned crossed his arms.

“No! I just want to-”

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Beauty and The Assassin // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Prompt: She was the sun and he was the moon. She was light and he was darkness. She was love and he was incapable of it.

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cum on Face/Body, Titty Fuck, Fingering, Swearing, Violence, Rough Sex, Fluffy Sex, Badass!Reader, Multiple Descriptive Deaths, and Unprotected Sex (Cover your stump before you hump).

Word Count: 7,833 (I decided to write two different smut scenes in this one fic and it’s so worth it because one’s hella hot and the other’s super emotional)

Song: Feel Something by Jaymes Young

A/N: Ever since the trailer came out, my fingers have been itching to write something about Mitch Rapp but I just couldn’t come up with any ideas. And then Jaymes Young released this single from the heavens above (God bless) and inspiration hit me like a fucking truck. 

P.s. This is definitely in my top 5 favorite fics I’ve ever written and I really hope you guys like it as much as I do.

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With a mixture of determination inside of anger (and even lust), Mitch Rapp let out a strangled grunt as he tackled (Y/N) onto the ground for the millionth time tonight. It’s been hours since he started training her and by the look of exhaustion on her face, he could tell she was incredibly sick of it. Her face was scrunched up and she bit down on her bottom lip, but not in the way he was used to seeing when he was slamming into her and fucking the gorgeous girl senseless. She was tired and annoyed, her features scrunching up because she was in pain and her lip being tugged in between her teeth to keep from yelling at the man hovering over her.

“Come, on (Y/N).” Mitch sighed when she gave a pathetic attempt of getting him off of her. “It’s like you’re not even trying.”

“That’s because I’m not. I’m tired and I just want this to be over already.” She retorted, not even hiding her temper. The usually bubbly and happy girl was irritated and sore, beyond ready to take a soothing shower to relax all of her aching muscles.

“Well, if this were a real fight your wishes would’ve certainly been granted by now.” He replied, not making any effort to get off of her.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yes, because you’d be dead.”

“Fighting back is too hard.” She groaned, letting her head fall onto the floor as she shut her eyelids in an attempt to rest. “Maybe I’d be better off dead considering it requires less work.”

“Hey, open your eyes.” Mitch stated, getting a hold of her chin in his calloused hand and she reluctantly obliged. “Being dead is not the better option and you know it. Now, defend yourself and push me off of you.”

“I can’t.” (Y/N) shook her head, sighing. “I’m too tired.”

“This isn’t a suggestion. This is an order.” The assassin commanded, a stream of lust rushing through her body as an immediate reaction. “Do as I say, (Y/N).”

“I’m not one of your recruits, Mitch.” The young woman bit down on her lip and he instantly noticed the lustful meaning behind it. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Princess, I already am.” Rapp smirked, his dick straining against his boxers at the sight of her continuing to chew on her bottom lip. “Push. Me. Off.”

(Y/N) shook her head as a smirk appeared on her mouth and it made Mitch’s heart stop from how alluring she looked. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips plump and swollen, her eyes playful as they stared up at him, her soft hair sprawled out on the floor and even the sweat accumulated on her forehead made her glow beautifully. He has yet to admit it and there’s a good chance he never will, but this girl beneath him had Mitch completely wrapped around her finger.

After Katrina, his entire world fell apart. His first love’s death ended up creating a gaping hole inside of Rapp’s heart. He tried to heal himself with anything he could find, but his wound just continued to bleed. Food, alcohol, drugs, sex, violence and eventually revenge were different ways the young man seeked to bandage himself up. But, the bleeding still managed to ooze through. That is, until he met her.

(Y/N) waltzed into his life unexpectedly and did the one thing he couldn’t even do for himself. Without knowing it, she reached into his wounds and pulled the core of the pain that was holding him to his dreadful past out and destroyed it, showing Rapp how to make peace and find the balance he was so desperately looking for.

“You need to stop biting your lip or you’ll find yourself getting fucked mercilessly by me in a matter of seconds.” Mitch warned her, (Y/N)’s core already drenching her laced panties. “So, unless you want that, you need to stop biting your fucking lip.”

She didn’t say anything, she just prepared herself for the intense fun that was about to come as she stared him straight in the eye and bit her lip one last time.

Mitch immediately snapped and his mouth was crashing on hers in seconds, just like he promised. He lifted himself slightly so he could open her legs before him and fit himself in between them as her hands flew to his long and silky hair, her lips deepening their passionate kiss so she could push her tongue inside of his warm mouth. (Y/N) couldn’t hold back her moans at how skillful and dominant he was with his tongue, glad that they were already on the floor and she didn’t have to worry about falling down from how weak her knees felt. When they both needed to breathe, Rapp bit down on her bottom lip (because he had been wanting to do that all night) and pulled before completely letting go for their lungs to catch the air they were begging for.

His hands flew to the over sized shirt she was wearing, that just so happened to be his, and didn’t even think twice before effortlessly ripping it apart. A gasp emitted from her throat and he simply smirked before lifted her back off of the floor to reach behind and unclasp her bra, he would’ve happily torn that apart as well but he knew she wouldn’t like it. After pulling down the straps, (Y/N)’s bra was flung across his apartment and neither one of them cared enough to see where it could’ve possibly landed.

Mitch’s lips instantly wrapped around one of her breasts, his tongue flicking her perky nipple, and (Y/N) arched her body into his bare chest. She immediately moaned when she felt his hard bulge poke the inside of her thigh and she knew that from how turned on they both were, this would be over faster than it even started. Just as Rapp bit down on her nipple and a strangled whimper fell from her lips, one of (Y/N)’s hands moved to the hem of his sweatpants and pulled at it so that her other hand could push past both it and his boxers. As soon as her hand wrapped around his erection, Mitch hummed in appreciation against her breast causing vibrations to immediately shoot throughout her entire body and land in her aching core.

(Y/N) tightened her grip on him before slowly pumping Mitch’s shaft and he had to actually stop giving (Y/N) her share of pleasure because there was so much of it flooding inside of him that he couldn’t concentrate. Mitch rested his head on her bare chest and allowed her to continue working on him, occasionally thrusting his hips into her hand to let her know he wanted her to move a little faster. The sight of him drowning in his own desire in front of her was enough to make (Y/N) come undone right there, but she held back as much as she could. It was when Mitch moaned again against her that she knew she needed him fucking her as soon as possible.

“Mitch, I need you baby.” She mewled and the young man’s cock twitched at the sound alone.

Even though his body screamed at him for it, he placed his hand on her arm and pulled her grip off of his cock. But, she managed to swipe up the leaking precum from his tip before he did and she instinctively brought the salty liquid up to her mouth, gladly sucking on her finger. Rapp’s own finger traced down her stomach to the hem of her soaking panties and even though her body was extremely heated and sweaty from their training session, his touch left goosebumps on her skin. Pulling down her panties with both of his hands and placing it on the floor beside them, the next to go were his sweatpants followed by his boxers.

(Y/N)’s eyes fell to the dark hair below his stomach before they trailed down to his erection, the sight of Mitch’s red and swollen tip making her lick her lips. The assassin’s hands gripped harshly onto her thighs and spread them apart before lining himself at her entrance and slamming in without giving her as much as a warning. (Y/N) screamed in response, her body arching up, and Mitch didn’t even wait for her to adjust before already thrusting into her warmth. It was a good thing she was incredibly lubricated from how turned on she was as he fucked her rapidly, both seeking their release as fast as they could.

Rapp looked down at her bouncing tits then to their connecting bodies and moaned at the delicious sight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. (Y/N)’s own eyes were shut tight as she concentrated on the orgasm she knew would soon be arriving. Even though the sound of his skin slapping against hers was loud and wet, (Y/N) surprisingly loved the feeling of his balls slamming against her ass repeatedly along with the familiar and amazing feeling of his thick width stretching her tight walls. Knowing she was undoubtedly close to her peak, Mitch brought one of his hands down to her clit and began rubbing furiously in sync with his pounding. (Y/N) immediately screamed, the overwhelming pleasure too much on her and in a matter of seconds a flash of heat spread throughout her. He continued pressing, circling and flicking her nub and she couldn’t find the will to stop the pornographic noises that rose in her throat from escaping as she dissolved into his skilled hand.

It took everything Rapp had in him not to cum right when she did and clenched around him, his self control insanely impressive. The moment she finished getting down from her high and gripped onto his shoulders to tell him to stop, Mitch did and ignored the throbbing in his dick as he pulled out. Pushing away the sleepiness that threatened to take over her from just having a mind blowing orgasm, (Y/N) grabbed his hips and guided Rapp to place his cock wet with her juices in between her breasts. He understood what she was offering him and he smiled smugly at her. The beautiful woman pressed her breasts together around him to create a tighter environment and he began to thrust. From the mixture of how good it felt to fuck in between her breasts, watch her close her eyes and bite down on her extremely swollen lips, and the fact that he was already near his orgasm, it didn’t take long for Mitch to reach it.

After a few quick thrusts, his tip released hot cum as his body accepted the unbelievable pleasure that came with it. (Y/N) was caught by surprise when his liquid coated not only her chest, but her chin and a bit even managed to reach her bottom lip. However, she certainly didn’t hate it. Actually quite the opposite, to be exact. As Rapp came back down from his euphoria, she licked her bottom lip and enjoyed his taste on her tongue.

Bringing his hand over to his torn short on the floor, Mitch used the leftover fabric to clean up the mess he created on her body. She smiled up at him at his sudden kindness, but failed to notice the light blush painting his cheeks. The warmth she caused on his skin similar to the warmth she sparked inside of him. Mitch Rapp was a cold, distant and emotionless man before her. His entire purpose was to destroy and kill, never feeling the need to go beyond that. However, (Y/N) went out of her way to show him he wasn’t just a weapon nor a machine, but an actual human. She was the sun that brightened his life when he didn’t even know what light looked like anymore. She shined on him and, Mitch being the moon, he reflected the light she gave him.

The heartbreaking part is he will never allow himself to accept the fact that he was falling for her thanks to his concern of not being able to get back up. It’s not that she won’t catch him, he’s certain she would, it’s the fact that as his feelings for her grow so does his fear of losing her. That’s the biggest problem about loving someone: the vulnerability. As soon as someone becomes an important part of your life, it’s agonizing to know that they can be snatched away at any moment.

That’s why Mitch Rapp doesn’t do love because he doesn’t tolerate chance or risks. He’s an assassin and he’s trained to be objective, analytical, cold, and logical. All things love does not consist of.

“Alright,” Mitch cleared his throat, standing from the floor and picking up his clothes. “Five minute break and then we’re back to training.”

“What?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, immediately sitting up as he dressed himself.

“You heard me.” Rapp stated, walking over to where he spotted her bra and tossed it to her. “You had your break, now it’s time to get back to work.”

“Mitch, I don’t want to train anymore.” She disagreed, but put on both her panties and bra nonetheless.

“I don’t care.” He shrugged. “We’re not finishing until you get it right.”

(Y/N) knew that there was no point in trying to get herself out of this one, Mitch was too persistent. She simply sighed before walking over to his bedroom and approaching his wardrobe to grab a shirt and leggings out of the drawer that was specifically separated for her clothes. She heard the sound of his feet patting against the hardwood floor as he also entered his bedroom and made his way over to his bed to grab the shirt that was laying amongst the sheets. In complete silence, the two finished dressing themselves before Rapp turned around to look at her as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Do I at least have time to take a quick shower?” (Y/N) asked, slightly annoyed.

“What’s the point if you’re just gonna get sweaty again?” Mitch questioned and she immediately huffed, walking back out into the living room. He sensed he had said something that ticked her off, but he couldn’t exactly understand what or why.

“What is it?” He asked, following her.

“Nothing.” She shook her head, pulling the hair tie on her wrist off so she could put her messy hair up in a ponytail. “Let’s just get this over with already.”

“Fine by me.” Mitch shrugged.

The moment she finished fixing her hair, the assassin charged towards her. (Y/N) immediately reacted and dodged his first attempt to wrap his strong arms around her shoulder, but failed when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Using his free hand, Rapp grabbed her other wrist and she groaned when she realized she couldn’t use her hands anymore. Forcing her to use another method of defense and she instantly turned her body so her back was against his chest and his hands were twisted awkwardly, making it hard for him to be the one with the edge. She thought she had it all figured out until Mitch, suddenly, used the situation he was in to his advantage and locked her into his hold by pressing his arms against her chest and forcing his on her back.

“Okay, okay!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “You made your point, I’ll use another tactic. Let me out.”

“No, you never know what awful situation you’ll find yourself in.” Rapp stated. “Get yourself out.”

With anger striking inside of her, (Y/N) used her elbow to nudge it into his stomach and her lover immediately grunted in reaction. The small distraction was enough to allow her to free herself and she smiled proudly when she did.

“See? You can do this.” Mitch smirked, rubbing the area she just hurt before approaching the kitchen and pulling out a knife from its stand. “Here.” He said, handing her the knife. “Attack me.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” (Y/N) sighed, looking up at him with narrow eyes.

“I’m not.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Just, do it.” Rapp commanded. “I’ll be fine, you won’t hurt me.”

“I know I won’t hurt you. It’s me I’m worried about.” She explained, the knife being awkwardly held in her hand. “What if I slip up and cut myself?”

“I won’t let that happen.” Mitch spread his feet and planted them on the floor. “Now, come on.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, then, rushed towards him with the knife raised in the air. She tried to attack him through a surprising angle, but being the expert that he is, Mitch easily saw it coming. Effortlessly knocking her arm with his, the knife fell to the ground and the sound of the metal loudly clanging against the hardwood floor echoed through the room. (Y/N) expected Mitch to stop there and show her what she had done wrong, but instead he grabbed her waist and slammed her up against the nearest wall. The air in her lungs instantly being knocked out from the sudden force as her head harshly hit the wall and she didn’t even try to hide how it hurt her.

“Seriously?” Rapp scoffed. “That was the stupidest method you could’ve used. Anyone in there right mind would’ve seen it coming.”

“Get off of me.” She demanded, pushing his arms off of her body but failing.

“No, listen to me-”

“No, you listen to me, Mitch.” (Y/N) angrily interrupted, pushing his arms again and this time he actually let go. “I’m tired and I’m sore. You just fucking hurt me and didn’t even notice it because you’re too obsessive with this shit.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, genuinely upset with himself for causing her pain. “But you have to learn.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t want to learn to be an assassin like you.”

It was a simple comment, never made to hurt him and, yet, it did. Mitch was slightly taken aback, but managed to clear his throat before speaking in favor of his case.

“I’m not teaching you to be an assassin.” He stated. “I’m teaching you to defend yourself in case you ever need to.”

“Why would I need to?” (Y/N) questioned loudly. “I’m not constantly in dangerous situations like you.”

But you could be. Mitch thought to himself, considering the possibilities of his enemies ever finding out that his biggest weakness was the girl standing right before him.

“Jesus Christ, Mitch, I’m a wedding planner!” She continued, now pacing the area in front of him. “I promote love, not violence!”

“You’re not promoting violence!” Mitch responded, now shouting along with her. “You just have to be safe! Because I don’t want anything to ha-”

The assassin instantly stopped himself before he could go any further. But, (Y/N) certainly wasn’t having any of it. Mitch Rapp was about to say something he felt for the first time since they met and she wasn’t about to let this moment slip away.

“Anything to what?!” She questioned, taking a step towards him. “Finish your sentence, Mitch.”

Frustration boiled inside of her when he refused to say anything, instead his hard eyes remained on hers as her blood heated up. (Y/N) was tired of this lifestyle they had together where he denied any bit of feelings towards her and they pretended like that was okay. She knew he was a hard person to crack, but she also knew that deep down he definitely felt something for her. Every question she’s ever had about them invaded her thoughts all at once and she seriously thought her head would explode. Until, finally, her temper and patience did.

“What are we?” She asked, feeling small and vulnerable. However, once again, Rapp failed to speak. “Mitch!”

His problem solving abilities searched through every bit of knowledge he had achieved over the years in order to fix this, but his mind couldn’t find anything to help him. This wasn’t the type of issue that could be solved logically or without any emotion and Mitch was terrified of it. On one hand, he could tell her the truth about his love for her (but that means starting a relationship with her which could end up getting her killed) or he could just lie.

As much as it pained him, Mitch Rapp chose the second option.

“Nothing.” He stated, watching as she shattered into pieces. “We’re nothing.”

“So, you’re telling me that every night we spend together wrapped into each other’s arms is nothing?” (Y/N) began, not caring that he could see tears now streaming down her cheeks. “Or how I have a drawer in your wardrobe specifically for my clothes since I’m constantly here with you because we’re nothing? You’re telling me that my definition of home no longer being a place, but actually being you is a result of nothing?”

Mitch only thought of his answers and didn’t dare say them, the main one consisting of: Of course not, there’s no way you could be just nothing when you’re everything to me.

“Mitch, I need you to be honest with me. Please, don’t hold back.” She requested, her heart beating faster in fear of the answer to the question she was about to ask. “Am I just an easy fuck to you?”

His cold heart sunk into his stomach and was instantly consumed by the agonizing acid, the pain he felt from her incorrect assumption greater than any broken bone or bullet wound he’s ever received. Mitch didn’t have the capacity to respond and (Y/N) interpretated the tense silence as an answer.

She was well aware that Rapp believed he was incapable of love and, in the time they spent together, she desperately tried to show him he was wrong. And, yet, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough, she thought.

With a heavy heart, (Y/N) walked over to the door to his apartment and put on her shoes that were resting on the welcome mat. As soon as she finished, she opened the front door and looked back at him one last time.

“Mitch, I know you’re not whole after everything that’s ever happened to you.” She sobbed. “But, you can’t fix yourself by breaking me.”

(Y/N) didn’t even bother staying to hear what he could possibly say, if he even had it in him to say anything at all, she simply walked out of the door as Mitch watched her leave. The thing about this girl is that she somehow managed to open the door to his heart again, only to end up closing her own because of him. Rapp was like a deadly virus and he knew it.

The uncontrollable tears escaped her eyes as (Y/N) exited the apartment complex and reached into her pocket to find her cellphone with the intent of calling for an Uber when she realized she was wearing leggings and had left her phone inside of Mitch’s. There was no way she was turning back now and getting it, she’d much rather buy a new one than ever have to go through facing him again. Walking towards any direction, not really caring where she was headed to, (Y/N) sobbed loudly in the dark and lonely streets. A gust of cold wind flew against her and danced on her skin, the young woman shivering in response. However, the shivering because of the cold was nothing compared to the shaking she was about to feel in a matter of seconds.

When (Y/N) least expected it, a loud sound of tires screeching against the asphalt of the road snatched her attention and she turned towards the source. Suddenly, a black car stopped right in front of her and a set of two incredibly large men rushed out of it and charged at her. A mixture of fear and adrenaline attacked her body before they could. (Y/N) immediately moved into action and turned around to run away, but one of the attackers wrapped his strong arms around her. She knew she wasn’t equipped enough to fight them off, now regretting ever disagreeing with Mitch about him training her, and the only chance she had of surviving would be to escape. Just like she did a few minutes ago, (Y/N) pushed her elbow into the stomach of the person holding her but much harder this time. The man gasped when the air was knocked out of him and loosened his grip enough for her to slip out.

Just when she thought she could run away, the other man grabbed her waist and she screamed loudly when​ he pulled her back towards them. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do next, but she knew that she was absolutely terrified. Her mind immediately thinking about Mitch and all of the times he told her: You can’t rely on other people to swoop in and save you, you have to save yourself. And (Y/N) cried and struggled in the stranger’s grasp, but she knew she couldn’t save herself. It was too late.

The man grabbed her wrists and held it behind her back, pulling out a zip tie from his pocket and locking her hands together. The one she hit had finally managed to recompose himself and, as she screamed at the top of her lungs, he put a dark pillowcase over her head. Everything immediately going to black.


Mitch Rapp paced his living room, constantly running his hand through his strands of dark hair. If this were a cartoon he certainly would’ve created a hole in the hardwood floor by now.

He hated himself for letting her believe she was nothing but a fuck toy to him and how he just let her walk away. He despised that he didn’t know how to deal with the insane amount of emotions pooling inside of him. But, mainly, Rapp loathed that he couldn’t love her the way she deserved to be loved.

I have to go after her. Mitch thought to himself, rushing towards his bedroom to switch out of his sweatpants and into regular blue jeans. The biggest problem was he had no idea where she could’ve possibly gone. It’s been about twenty minutes since she stormed out which meant she could be anywhere at this point.

An idea struck into his mind and Rapp immediately approached his cellphone on the bed side table, pressing on her contact number and calling her. His nerves danced on his skin as he listened to the rings and waited impatiently for her to pick up when he, suddenly, heard another phone ringing in his bedroom. The sound was muffled and hard to locate its source, but Mitch eventually did. Finding (Y/N)’s cell tangled into the sheets of his bed, his mind realizing she had left without grabbing it first. Rapp let out a groan of frustration before ending the call and throwing his phone on the bed with hers.

There was only one option left: go to her house and hope to God she went there after their fight. Mitch got his car keys and a loaded gun, because the man never left the house without being armed, before slipping on his shoes and walking out of his door. His foot unexpectedly stepped on something new and the sound of crumpling paper stopped him in his tracks. Looking down to the floor, he realized there was a letter made out of cut out magazine parts on his doormat. Rapp’s curiosity took over and the young man bent down, grabbing the piece of paper. His eyes immediately widened when he realized his name was on it.

Mitch Rapp, it’s your life in exchange for hers. You can still save (Y/N).

Normally, the assassin would be calm and strategical in a dangerous situation, but he has never faced one quite like this. His breath hitched in his throat and his hands began to shake at the thought of the one thing he was terrified of actually happening. He knew what this was about, he knew this was a gang of terrorists he certainly pissed off and were now going after him. And Rapp knew he could easily kill every single one of them thanks to his alarming amount of skills, yet, he couldn’t help feeling scared.

His mind instantly pictured (Y/N) terrified in the warehouse of the address Mitch recognized under the threat. He felt sick as he imagined the horrible and disgusting things ways they were probably torturing her to extract information on him. This was the day Mitch Rapp was so afraid of, but he wasn’t going to stand around and do nothing. Without second thought, Mitch decided he was going to give himself up for her.

The assassin quickly ran into his car and sped to the location they held her in. It was a utility warehouse meant for stocking cargo that needed to be shipped internationally. As soon as he arrived, Mitch didn’t even wait before arming his gun and rushing out of his vehicle, shooting the two men that were there waiting for him straight in the head. Mitch Rapp usually had mercy, but certainly not towards the people who dare kidnapped (Y/N). He would do and kill anything to make sure she got out of here safe.

The five men inside of the warehouse immediately jumped when the sudden and loud banging of a door being kicked down echoed through the empty space. (Y/N)’s wet and sore eyes from crying so much searched for the source of the invasion and her heart stopped then melted in her chest when she saw a very angry Mitch Rapp standing in the doorway with his gun held up. It didn’t matter that there was tape stretched across her lips, (Y/N) somehow managed to smile at his arrival and she cried even more.

Rapp’s eyes landed on the girl he loved and rage boiled up inside of him like never before at the sight of her hands tied to a chair, duct tape on her mouth, her ponytail uncharacteristically messy from the amount of times they must’ve pulled on her hair as they forced her around, and her eyes bloodshot. The man was about to ensue hell because they had laid a finger on her and nothing was going to stop his blood lust. Without even saying anything, Mitch’s finger pulled the trigger of his gun and a bullet landed right in the spot in between one of the men’s eyes. The terrorist instantly fell limp to the ground, blood pooling around his dead body.

“One down, four more to go.” Rapp threatened, taking a step towards the remaining men and they began to wonder whether or not this plan was a good one. “Who’s next?”

All of them lifted theirs guns and positioned them in front of Mitch but despite the fact that he had four powerful weapons pointed at him, his only concern was about the crying girl strapped to the uncomfortable chair. It didn’t matter that he was at a serious disadvantage or that this was the exact kind of situation Stan Hurley told him to always avoid getting himself into, Rapp held his position and never faltered.

“Answer my question!” Mitch shouted, his veins bulging against his neck.

She is next if you don’t put that gun down!” One of the men threatened with a strong foreign accent, lifting (Y/N)’s head up by her hair and placing the cold metal tip of his gun against her temple.

Rapp had more than four bullets in his load and he could easily kill every single one of them in the next minute, but what was to say they wouldn’t kill (Y/N) before their own deaths? As much as he didn’t want to, Mitch dropped his gun down to the ground and kicked it towards the terrorists before lifting his hands up to show them they were unarmed. Another one of them, with his gun still raised, approached Rapp and patted him down to see if he truly was clean and quickly realized he was. The man stuffed his gun in the waistband of his pants and pulled Mitch’s hands behind his back, holding them in place.

“Do you have any idea how much money is on your head?” The one holding (Y/N) captive spoke up, looking at the assassin with a sick smile on his face. “You’re a valuable man, Mitch Rapp.”

“Just let her go.” He demanded, his eyes staring into (Y/N)’s and hers gazing right back at his.

“Hmm, it seems that I owe you an apology for we won’t be able to keep our promise.” The criminal stated and Rapp’s heart stopped instantly. “You see, your precious little girlfriend here surprised us all when she killed one of our own. She must die as well.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Mitch yelled angrily and desperately, the man holding him struggling to keep him in place. “This is about me! Take me!”

“Mitch, think of how romantic it’ll be!” The man laughed. “The two lovers having their last day on Earth together? It can’t get more poetic than that.”

“I am not here to play your games.” Rapp warned, his anger strong enough to start a war. “Let her live or you’ll regret ever crossing me.”

“I’d like to see you prove it.”

The sentence was enough to spark action inside of him and he instantly went to work without stopping to think about the consequences. Harshly pulling his hands out of the man’s grasp, Mitch quickly turned around and grabbed the terrorist’s gun before he could. Spending only a few seconds to arm it, Rapp pulled the trigger and shot a clean bullet through the bad guy’s heart. The assassin turned around and all hell broke loose.

Fear ran through (Y/N)’s body as she watched the men shoot at each other, but she told herself she needed to be strong. Even though the man holding her, without taking the gun off her temple, leaned down to untie her arms from the chair, (Y/N) somehow convinced herself that she was indeed strong. She didn’t let a single sob or whine erupt from her throat, instead she allowed the man to lift her up and wrap his free hand around her.

“Mitch!” He shouted at the same time that another terrorist’s dead body fell to the ground because of the assassin. “Stop right now!”

Suddenly, the criminal threw his gun on the floor and reached into his belt to pull out a huge and sharp knife. Rapp’s entire body went limp as the terrorist held it up against her exposed neck because he knew, that at this point, there wasn’t much he could do. The gun was one thing, but a knife… a knife was much riskier. The assassin had no other choice than to do everything they asked in a final attempt to make sure she lives.

“Put the gun against your head.” The man commanded and Mitch winced before doing exactly as he said, knowing this could possibly be the way he granted her survival. “Now, pull the trigger.”

(Y/N) screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound muffled by the tape but still incredibly strong and loud. Mitch Rapp looked at her one last time, his eyes glossing over with tears, and he enjoyed his last seconds of life by just gawking at her. Despite the eerie situation that sent chills down any man’s spine, he was calm and felt at peace as he memorized every single feature on her beautiful face. Her eyes he so easily found himself getting lost in, her cheeks that flushed whenever he smiled at her, her button nose that scrunched up every time she was concentrated and her perfect lips that were constantly tugged in between her white teeth were the last things he wanted to see before he saw nothing but absolute darkness.

However, (Y/N) was never going to allow that to happen. Just as Mitch took a deep breath in preparation for what he was about to do, she immediately brought her arm up and knocked the bad guy’s own arm as hard as she could just like Mitch did with her earlier. Because he wasn’t at all expecting it, the man instantly dropped the knife and (Y/N) didn’t even wait before grabbing the arm around her with both of her hands and turning around so she could twist it in a painful angle. The man shouted in agony and the two other men left in the room watched in complete awe, both at a loss for words.

(Y/N) bent down and grabbed the knife from the ground before piercing it into his stomach, immediately taking a step back in shock. It wasn’t enough to kill him like she did with the first guy, but it definitely did buy them some time. Enough time for Mitch to snap out of his trance and swoop in, using the gun in his hand to finish him off. The last remaining terrorist looked around the room that was full of the bodies of his friends and he decided he would try to avenge every single one of them.

Throwing his gun aside and grabbing his own knife, the man charged towards Rapp and (Y/N) shouted for him to notice what was going on. Knowing that he wouldn’t really be able to work well with a gun because they were designed for targets at a distance and considering the man was already dangerously close to Rapp, (Y/N) pulled out the knife from her attacker’s stomach and tossed it to Mitch who easily caught it. Just as the foreigner lifted his hand with the knife in it to kill Mitch, the assassin grabbed his arm with his free hand and used his other one to thrust down onto the man’s wrist causing him to drop his weapon. Without waiting, Rapp instantly lifted his knife again and plunged it through the man’s neck, who fell to the ground and died in a matter of seconds.

The two survivors let out deep breaths as a wave relief hit both of them and washed away all of the stress, agony, anger, and fear they had been feeling since they’re fight at Mitch’s. Time slowed down to watch the two lovers turn around towards one another and run into each other’s comforting arms. Rapp instantly wrapped his arms around her body and she used her own hands to grip onto his black shirt, sobs escaping her throat and tears staining his clothes. However, (Y/N) wasn’t the only one crying for Mitch couldn’t hold back his own tears either. Holding her as tight as he could because he was so afraid of letting go, Rapp placed soft kisses on her head (some of his tears falling down on her hair) as they both wept into each other’s arms.

It wasn’t just about the fact that the two almost died that they felt this way, it was mostly about how (Y/N) and Mitch now realize how stupid their fight was. (Y/N) was thankful for what little self defense he taught her because it ultimately saved her life and Rapp discovered he wasn’t willing to push his feelings back anymore. He wanted to love her fully even if it came with agonizing risks.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) spoke up first after she pulled off the tape on her mouth, her voice shakey and unstable. “You were right and I should’ve listened to you. I want to be trained, Mitch. Please teach me.”

“Of course.” He nodded, pulling back slightly so he could place his hand on her cheek and bring her face up to look at him. “And I’m sorry, too. I lied to you, (Y/N). You’re not nothing to me, you’re everything.”

For the second time since she’s been kidnapped, she smiled, both times because of the man currently holding her together. As she looked up at him, Mitch used his thumb to wipe away the tears on her skin and she did the same to him. It was a beautiful sight, the two gazing at each other and confessing through their eyes their love for the other. It didn’t matter what came up next to try to destroy them, (Y/N) and Rapp would fight together, side by side.


Desperate lips smashed together as a mixture of sobs and moans transferred through their mouths. Clothes were long gone on the floor, replaced by their naked limbs tangling within each other on Mitch’s bed. (Y/N)’s back arched in complete pleasure as her love continued to pump two fingers into her soaking wet core, quickly helping her reach the point of no return. Rapp moaned, his voice vibrating her mouth, and his cock twitched against her leg the instant she clenched around his fingers with her orgasm. It was her second of the night, the first one coming right after he used only his tongue to pleasure her.

The moment they realized they were no longer in danger, Mitch and (Y/N) rushed home to be as close as humanly possible. What happened tonight took a serious toll on them. (Y/N) wanted to show him that she loved every single thing about him, no matter how different he was from her, and Rapp desperately needed to show her that he was ready for the love they would share because of how (Y/N) made the once numb man actually feel something again.

“Can you handle one more?” Mitch asked the second she shuddered when he removed his fingers from her highly sensitive core and she slowly nodded.

As Rapp placed his wet fingers into his mouth and happily sucked off her juices from his skin, the young man used his other hand to open the drawer in his bedside table and pull out a condom from its box. (Y/N) took it from him and ripped the package open with her teeth, Mitch watching in awe, before putting it on his hard erection. Removing his fingers from his mouth, Rapp got a hold of his shaft and positioned himself at (Y/N)’s entrance. He gazed into her eyes in a way to ask for permission and she gladly nodded, her own beautiful pupils looking up at the man hovering over her in amusement when she noticed an odd emotion flicker in them.

Mitch lowered his head and looked at their bodies that were about to connect before looking up at her chest rising and falling and, suddenly, felt extremely nervous. He took a deep breath as the back of his eyes started to burn with upcoming tears.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, placing her hand on his bare chest to stop his actions. “Are you okay?”

Rapp reluctantly looked up into her eyes and she could see his glossing over, her heart instantly wrenching at the sight.

“Mitch?”

“I’m scared.” Rapp confessed, feeling insanely small and vulnerable.

Without needing him to explain any further for her to understand nor saying a single word, (Y/N) lifted her head and placed a gentle kiss on his plump lips before deepening it. Their kiss was slow and (Y/N) took her time to show him that she wasn’t going anywhere. It was the type of kiss that mended every single broken thing inside of two people. Warmth spread across their bodies eventually turning into a dangerous fire, yet both felt extremely safe in each other’s arms.

Mitch slowly pushed himself into her core and the two immediately moaned in reaction. (Y/N)’s hands flew to his back and gripped tightly as he stretched her walls and Rapp’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at how incredible she felt around him. Because she was already so overstimulated, Mitch patiently waited for her to give him the go when he entered her completely. Once (Y/N) nodded, her eyes closed in focus, the assassin slowly pulled back and deeply pushed in again. He kept this steady pace and (Y/N)’s heart fluttered against her chest the second she realized that he wasn’t just having sex with her, but making love to her.

When she opened her eyes to gawk at him, he was already staring at her. Rapp’s eyes were wide as he noticed a smile twitch on her lips before she bit down on them. Normally he would think it was the sexiest thing in the world and it’d seduce him immediately, yet at this exact moment Mitch saw it with different eyes. Of course it was still sexy, but all he saw was pure and innocent beauty behind it.

(Y/N)’s nails dug into Rapp’s back and after a few minutes of this deep and slow thrusting, she could sense her fourth orgasm today alone creeping up on her. Mitch brought his hand down to her thigh and moved it to a deeper angle, now hitting her g-spot and that is what ultimately pushed her over the edge. Rapp groaned out when her nails definitely created bruises in his skin before she came back down from her ecstasy.

Mitch stopped and (Y/N) opened her now sleepy eyes to look at him, asking through her features why he had.

“Can you be on top of me?” Rapp asked, the woman’s breath hitching at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of her sensitive walls.

Pushing his hips so he could pull out of her, (Y/N) sat up on the bed and moved Mitch so he could lay down. Throwing her leg over his body to straddle him, Rapp settled his hands on her waist before closing his eyes in pleasure when she pushed him inside of her by sitting on his dick. Going slow at first, then picking up the pace, (Y/N) gladly helped him reach his own orgasm. Mitch grunted and moaned as she rode him deliciously until she purposely clenched around him and he instantly came undone. The girl watching in complete awe, her lover never looking more beautiful than in this exact moment.

It was said before that (Y/N) had him completely wrapped around her finger, but what wasn’t mentioned is how Mitch Rapp is the one that holds this woman’s heart in his hands. Even though he couldn’t be more wrong, Mitch strongly believes that he is a danger and a burden to her because they were so different. Because he was the moon and she was the sun. Because he was war and she was peace. He was violence and she was love. He was pain and she was happiness. He was was death and she was life. He was darkness and she was light.

However, what Rapp didn’t understand at the moment but (Y/N) would make sure he did in the future was that he wasn’t her destruction like he initially believed to be: He was her salvation.

Of course everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up someone’s life, but it’s also beautiful to be the moon like Mitch Rapp and brighten in the darkest hour.

Dark Souls’ Kings And Lords

Gwyn: I will raise this son as a daughter and in general take a whole diarrhea on him regardless of his merits and accomplishments because he was born aligned to a different aspect than me. I will also disown my other son and erase any records of his identity and history. I embarked on genocide of dragons for possibly very shady reasons, and was fully on board with a dangerous project to recreate that which cannot be replicated, resulting in a catastrophic failure that mutated a wise and peaceful civilization into murderous beast. You are supposed to feel bad about having to kill me, as the sad piano that plays while we duke it out suggests.

King of Oolacile: Dude, what if we totally dabbled in the forbidden arts with our golden sorceries (read: utility spells) as our only back-up and tortured this ancient conglomeration of twisted existences that we revived just to satisfy our sick curiosity? That’d be RAD, I hope nothing about this bites us in the ass down the lane, am I right.

The Four Kings: Man, it was really a challenge, but we finally got this whole New Londo jimjam going strong and steady! *phone rings* GUYS, THIS SNAKE THAT ANTAGONIZES EVERYTHING WE STAND FOR PROMISES TO TEACH US THE 120% ILLEGAL ART OF LIFEDRAIN, LET’S ROLL, I MEAN, WHAT’S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?

King Vendrick: *playing the harmonica off-note in his shitty crypt* I married this really hot chick but she turned out to be, like, a literal aspect of darkness hell-bent on the obliteration of civilization, so, hey, whatevs, man, you gotta compromise in marriage, right? *takes a swig of a black label Johnnie Walker* she then was like “honey, you gotta murderize that entire civilization of peaceful giants”, so we did! It was GREAT, we lost over half of our population, I redefined the concept of “war crime”, it was mad cool, man, well, except for the part where I realized what I had done, engaged full pussy mode, and locked myself in a crypt, where I took to wandering naked and afraid while my bodyguard protects me, despite the fact that I am insanely strong and immortal and wise. WHATCHA GONNA DO *LIFTS ARMS IN MOCK SURRENDER* *LAUGH TRACK PLAYS*

Duke Tseldora: SPIDERS

The Sunken King: Whew! That took a LOT of time, but we finally did it! We built a whole city around this slumbering dragon, our object of worship! This is, in no way, a dangerous idea at all. You know what is also not dangerous? Why, those famed Dragonslayers coming over by yonder, the Drakeblood Knights, led by Sir Yorgh, famed Dragonslayer! Let’s see what they want!

Old Iron King: LOOK AT ALL THIS METAL, HOMIE. LOOK AT MY COOL ASS SAMURAI MAN TEACHING MY KNIGHTS TO BE SAMURAI, HOMIE. LOOK AT THIS BITCHIN’ FUCKIN’ FORMER DRANGLEIC KNIGHT, RAIME, WHO CAME TO SERVE ME, HOMIE. YEAH BABY, WE GOT IT ALL IN THE IRON KINGDOM, WE GOT THESE CROSS-CULTURAL SAMURAI KNIGHTS PIMPING UP THE PLACE WITH PLATE ARMOR AND IAI, MAN, AND WE– H-hold on, Alonne, baby? Where you going, man? Baby, no, I can change, I swear, please come back, baby, NO, BABY, ALONNE *SHANKS ALONNE* aw fiddlesticks well I guess my kingdom goes to fuck now ‘cause I will throw the biggest, meanest tantrum in the history of big diaper pissbabies LET’S GO

Ivory King: Hello! I love you! Yes, you! Whoever is reading this, I love you! I really do! And while I love you a lot, there’s someone I love even more, and that’s my beautiful wife, Alsanna! God, I love my wife, she’s so beautiful and kind and smart, I just want her to be happy forever. I know, she’s a literal aspect of darkness who came with evil intentions and zealous desire to raze my lands, but, I know that anyone, anyone, is capable of redemption, and my love has confirmed that. I love my wife, and I love my kingdom Eleum Loyce, my capable knights, my beautiful tigers, my kingdom of snow and peace! Wanna know a secret? I built my kingdom right on top of the Old Chaos to contain it, to keep it in check, so it wouldn’t rampage across the world. Ah, I’m really sad to have to cut this short, but my soul, well, it wavers. After so many years of fighting it, my very fabric is yielding to the overwhelming chaos. As an ultimate act of sacrifice, I will give myself to the Flame, contain the whole essence of the Old Chaos within my body, and keep it wrested to the ground, so it can never harm anyone evermore. I am glad to have met you, but I must go now. Please live a wonderful life! Shout out to my beautiful wife!

Yhorm the Giant: *hands you the one thing that can kill him* I AM HONESTLY TRYING TO MAKE THINGS BETTER, PLEASE TRUST ME. AND IF I GO COO-COO, USE THAT TO KILL ME, AND ALSO, I AM PUTTING AWAY MY GREATSHIELD SO IT IS EASIER TO HIT ME IN CASE I GO BAD, BUT PLEASE, I AM JUST TRYING TO BE GOOD, BRUSH YOUR SEATBELT AND FASTEN YOUR TEETH.

Oceiros, the Consumed King: *spams your Facebook feed with photos of his invisible baby*

Nameless King: Funny story, but I am actually not a king. Anyways, check out these delayed attacks and these FPS drops.

Prince Lothric: What If Stay Home Instead

Shoot to Kill (Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by teenwolfhowl

what do you do when your chimera ex boyfriend, who is still in love with you, comes back from hell and is now working with the werewolf, who is also in love with you, and you’re not sure which one you like more? Sounds like something from a movie right? Add on a alpha werewolf brother and a bunch of professional hunters trying to kill you guys and you have my life.

“an abandoned zoo?” I questioned looking at Liam.

“it’s perfect for the plan as long as everyone does what their supposed too.” Liam said glancing at Theo behind me.  

“I assume you mean me? Don’t worry I’m a big boy I can handle myself.” Theo said smirking at Liam.

“alright it’s time, call Mason.” I said looking at my watch.

The plan had to work it just had too. Theo, Liam, and myself were to lure the hunters to the zoo whilst Scott, Malia, and Lydia destroyed the guns at Gerard’s armory. Liam pulled out his phone stepping away to call Mason

“you sure this is going to work?” Theo asked stepping closer to me.

“let’s hope.” I said looking at Theo.

“look y/n..” Theo started but Liam came back around the corner making him stop.

“Nolan bought it he’s following Mason.” Liam said coming over to me.

He placed himself in between me and Theo making it very awkward. I just hoped Mason was soon here.

“well let’s say this plan doesn’t work and they catch us, do you have an escape plan? I am not dying here.” Theo said crossing his arms.

“the plan will work.” Liam said rolling his eyes.

“well what if it doesn’t are you really going to risk her life?” Theo asked pointing to me.

“she isn’t yours to worry about anymore.” Liam sassed.

I rolled my eyes at them. First of all Hello I’m standing right here!? Secondly, they were constantly fighting over me and honestly I was getting sick and tired of it. I knew I should pick someone but that was the last thing that I wanted to think about right now.

“stop both of you, here comes Mason.” I said walking away from both boys.

Mason pulled up popping the trunk open. Theo and I grabbed the blankets and pillows while Liam asked about Nolan’s whereabouts.

“should I stay to help?” Mason asked looking at all three of us.

“his friends shoot to kill, go home.” Theo said nodding at Mason.

“yeah totally, Lydia would kill me if I damaged her car.” Mason said nervously laughing.

I could tell he was worried about us.

“don’t worry Mason we’ll be okay, Nolan’s going to do the rest.” I said patting his shoulder.

“I hear the car we have to go.” Theo said grabbing my arm.

We ran in the zoo hiding behind a concrete wall. I was in between Theo and Liam making it awkward. Nolan pulled up getting out with two hunters getting out behind him.

“wait why is it only Nolan and two other guys?" Theo said looking between me and Liam.

"there should be about twenty of them where’s the backup?” I asked peeking around the corner.

“I’m telling you, I saw Mason bringing supplies here. Where is everyone else? This is a whole pack, a banshee and an alpha we need backup.” Nolan said.

The two other hunters looked at each other and then at Nolan.  They didn’t believe him.

“there were at least six sleeping bags okay they’re here they’re all here.” Nolan again protested.

“they only saw us and they’re not going to believe Nolan.” Liam said frustrated.

“okay, then they have to believe us. ISN’T THAT RIGHT.” Theo said screaming the last part.

Liam and I turned around quickly, disbelief in our eyes.

“Theo why are you yelling?” I asked gripping his arm.

“YOU GOT A PROBLEM? OH RIGHT YOU ALWAYS HAVE A PROBLEM.” Theo screamed at Liam.

I looked around the corner seeing the hunters and Nolan looking at the zoo.

“dude what the hell are you doing?” Liam growled.

“SHUT UP!” Theo screamed making Liam flinch.

Theo grabbed my arm pulling me behind him before punching Liam in the face.

“YOU SEE THAT SCOTT YOUR LITTLE BETA CAN’T EVEN TAKE A PUNCH. WHAT DO YOU THINK MALIA” Theo shouted.

Liam started to breath heavily.

“Theo are sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked but I was ignored.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME.” Theo continued to shout.

Liam and I looked at the hunters who were very interested now.

“okay I get what you’re doing but did you actually have to punch me?” Liam asked holding his jaw.

Theo punched him again. I could hear Nolan and the hunters coming closer. It was working. They were buying it, but they still needed more convincing.

“keep going.” I said to the boys.

Liam got angry and ran at Theo. He tried to push Theo against the concrete wall but Theo reversed it.

“SEE WHAT I MEAN SCOTT? HE’S ONLY GOOD IN A FIGHT WHEN HE’S ANGRY. SO LET’S SEE JUST HOW ANGRY HE GETS.” Theo taunted Liam.

I didn’t want to be anywhere near these two fighting and honestly I probably should’ve broken it up but we needed to convince the hunters and they needed to work on getting along. I backed up as Liam growled at Theo. Theo punched him in the face again making Liam livid. They fought for a little causing a lot of commotion. Liam got a couple of good shots in breaking Theo’s nose. Finally Theo scratched Liam’s stomach and both boys collapsed pretty exhausted.

“Are you done, or should we keep going.” Liam growled looking at his shirt.

“we gotta call for backup.” one of the hunters said making me smile.

 "I think they’re sold.“ I said coming over to the boys.

They both looked like hell. Liam had a bloody nose and his shirt was ripped and soaked with blood. Theo had a black and blue mark around his eye and blood dripping from his nose.

 "you ripped my t-shirt.” Liam said holding his shirt.

“yeah you broke my nose. twice. it healed and you broke it again. two times.” Theo said holding up two fingers.

Liam looked at me and then Theo. Liam grabbed my arm pulling me behind him before punching Theo in the face again and knocking him to the ground.  

“three times.” Liam said smirking at Theo.

I rolled my eyes. They really were ridiculous.

“come on you two, backup arriving any minute.” I said helping Theo off the ground.

“we should split up and look for the back up to come.” Liam said.

Theo nodded his head before grabbing my hand.

“what do you think you’re doing?” Liam asked looking at Theo.

“taking her with me, she’s only human and these guys shoot to kill remember.” Theo said starting to walk away but Liam grabbed my other hand pulling me back.

“which is why she’s going with me.” Liam said pulling me too him.

“I don’t think so.” Theo said pulling me back to him.

“okay I really don’t think you guys get the concept of splitting up, meaning we all go different ways.” I said rolling my eyes and pushing the boys off of me.

“you can’t protect yourself, these guys they..” Theo started but I interrupted him.

“shoot to kill yeah I know that already.” I said rolling my eyes.

“for once I agree with him. Go with one of us please.” Liam pleaded.

I rolled my eyes before taking off I could hear footsteps behind me and saw Theo catching up with me.

“you punched him didn’t you?” I asked.

“yeah.” Theo said smirking proud of himself.

We walked all over the zoo but haven’t found any sign of more people showing. We ran up a set of stairs to be met by Liam at an opening in the walls.

“there’s still three of them, it’s been half an hour.” Liam said.

“well don’t blame me, you’re the one that picked the abandoned zoo. What the hell are we doing in this place anyways?” Theo said.

“because, it’s like Mykonos.” Liam said.

“like what?” Theo said clearly confused.

“Mykonos, it’s a greek island. In the city they built these long narrow winding streets that all run in to each other. Invaders would get lost in them like a maze deciding which way to go.” I said.

both boys looked at me in shock.

“what? I enjoy history.” I said looking at both of them

Theo looked at me smiling and then surprisingly at Liam.

“I’m impressed Liam, it’s a good idea.” Theo said looking at him.

“yeah well only if the invaders actually show up.” Liam said looking defeated.

I grabbed his hand giving it a squeeze. Suddenly there were four black SUV’s pulling up to the zoo.

“I think they just showed up.” Theo said glancing down below.

I noticed the familiar faces of Gerard Argent and Tamara Monroe. I couldn’t help the rage I felt towards them. Theo grabbed my hand walking away from the opening.

“lets go.” He said to Liam.

Liam didn’t move though.

“we’re supposed to be decoys not target practice.” I said grabbing Liam’s arm but he jerked away from me making me take a step back.

“still working on that anger.” Theo asked pulling me behind him.

“I’m fine.” Liam growled.

“well you can be angry at Nolan and stay alive, come on.” Theo said grabbing his shoulder but again Liam jerked away.

“fine get caught, but I’m not dying and I’m not letting her die either.” Theo said grabbing my hand and walking away.

“Theo wait we can’t just leave him here.” I said stopping.

“He’s making his own choice. I’m not letting you get hurt.” Theo said trying to pull me with him again.

I dug my heels in the ground giving him a look.

“fine, we’ll find him.” Theo said rolling his eyes.

We walked around the zoo finally finding Liam hiding behind a tree. He was looking at someone. Nolan. Theo went up behind him yanking him back.

“if you keep staring at him like that he’s going to see you. Get back.” Theo said rolling his eyes.

Liam rolled his eyes and peered around the tree again.

“we’re not dying out here because you want revenge on some kid who kicked your ass.” Theo said pulling Liam back.

“Liam please.” I pleaded.

Liam looked at me with sympathy filled eyes. Theo grabs his arm and yanks him away.

“let go.” Liam growled.

“calm down.” Theo growled back.

“I said let go.” Liam said flashing his golden irises.

“what’s going on with you?” I asked Liam as Theo dropped his arm.

Liam was angry, I knew that but now he was just acting stupid.

“this can’t just be Nolan something around here is triggering you.” I added stepping closer to him.

Theo quickly pulled me back earning a glare from myself.

“I’m fine.” Liam said breathing heavily.

“what is it? The hunters? You don’t like cages? You scared of heights?” I added.

I could tell I was pushing it now but I honestly wanted to know.

“I said I’m fine!” Liam snapped.

I was taken back. Liam never snapped at me, no matter how angry he was. Scott used to say he was only calm when he was with me.

“y/n.” Theo said pointing behind Liam.

Suddenly Nolan appeared holding a loaded crossbow.

“their up here!” Nolan called.

Liam growled tackling Nolan off the enclosure of the zoo. Theo and I jumped back in shock. We quickly run down to where they are to see Liam wolfed out and repeatedly punching the wall behind him. Theo walks over punching Liam in the head and knocking him out.

“I’d run.” I told Nolan looking at him with hard eyes.

Theo and I drag Liam to the car setting him in the back seat. Theo starts driving away from the zoo.

“thanks for saving him.” I said glancing at Liam and then looking at Theo.

“yeah I didn’t do it because I wanted too.” Theo said glancing back at Liam.

There was an awkward silence that spread through the car. Every time Liam stirred Theo would knock him out again. Theo pulled the car to the side of the road, breathing heavily.

“are you okay?” I asked grabbing his hands.

“okay I can’t take this awkward silence. I am probably the last person in the world that deserves you, I know that, but I also know that everything I said to you, everything we had it was real it was all real. I don’t want to die, not like this, I needed to tell you how much I’m in love with you.” Theo said getting closer to me. 

I was silent, taking in everything he just said. Theo looked at my lips slowly leaning forward. I didn’t know why but I leaned in too. We were about to kiss when Liam groaned loudly from the backseat.

“why are we stopped?” Liam asked sitting up and rubbing his head.

“uh we thought it was about time you woke up.” I said rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

“ouch my head hurts.” Liam said rubbing his head.

“I had to knock you out.” Theo said glancing back at Liam.

“yeah, how many times?” Liam said rolling his eyes.

“five.” Theo said smirking.

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“thanks buddy.” Liam said sarcastically.

“yeah no problem pal.” Theo said still smirking.

“are you okay?” I asked turning around in my seat to look at Liam.

“No, I almost killed Nolan.” Liam said looking down at his hands.

“yeah but you didn’t you broke your hands trying not too, Liam that takes a lot of restraint.” I said giving him a smile.

“except next time you come up with a plan you probably shouldn’t pick somewhere that triggers a murderous rage.” Theo said pulling in to my driveway.

“have to agree with him there.” I said.

“I didn’t know that would happen.” Theo defended.  

“you didn’t bring me along because you wanted to spend time with me Liam, the Anuk-lte is affecting you isn’t it.” Theo said looking at me and then Liam.

“it causes fear, not anger.” Liam said brushing him off.

“well Liam you only feel one emotion at a time which is why you get angry whenever you’re afraid.” I said afraid of what he might say next.

Liam took a deep breath like he was contemplating what I just said.

“If the Anuk-lte is doing that to me, what is it doing to everyone else?” Liam said looking at us.

I saw the lights turn on in my house. We walked in to be greeted by a somber mood. Liam, Theo and I looked at everyone knowing their plan didn’t work as well as ours.

“the guns they were all gone.” Chris Argent said looking down at the ground.

I stormed out of the living room feeling very defeated. I could feel the tears slip down my cheeks. I was about to loose everyone I loved and cared about. I was going to have to learn how to live without Liam and Theo and I didn’t know if I could do that. I felt someone wrapping their arms around me. I looked up and Liam was looking at me with sympathy. We stood their for a little bit just holding each other.

“I can’t lose you.” I said my voice cracking with the pain I was feeling.

“you aren’t going to lose me. I love you.” Liam said kissing my forehead.

“can I interrupt?”

I got out of Liam’s arms looking at Theo in the doorway.

“I guess.” Liam said.

Liam leaned down kissing my lips quickly. I felt my lips tingle from where he pulled his away. He walked out of the kitchen bumping shoulders with Theo. Theo rolled his eyes watching him leave.

“isn’t he pleasant.” Theo said walking over to me.

I wiped some more stray tears as they fell down my cheeks.

“are you okay?” Theo asked pulling me in for a hug.

I shook my head yes but the tears that fell down my face betrayed me.

“I just feel like no matter what we do we can’t win.” I said crying.

“we’re not giving up. we fight until we can’t fight anymore.” Theo said grabbing my shoulders.

“I have a feeling not everyone is going to make it. What if they get you? I don’t want you to leave again.” I admitted.

“please, have I ever backed down from a challenge?” Theo said giving me his famous pretty boy smirk.

“can’t say that you have.” I said laughing a little bit.

“you however are the toughest challenge I’ve faced yet.” He said wrapping his arms around me.

“me?” I questioned smirking at him.

“I feel like every time I’m close to winning you back, Liam slips right through the cracks stealing you away from me.” He said resting his forehead on mine.

“you never asked me how I feel.” I said looking in his eyes.

“how do you feel?” Theo asked smirking.

“I could show you better than I could tell you.” I smirked back.

I grabbed Theo by the back of the neck pulling his lips down on mine. He kissed me back with a passion and a hunger like he never had before. I pulled away slowly biting my lip.

“so Liam hasn’t won yet.” He said laughing.

I was about to respond when I heard the front door slam open. I grabbed Theo’s hand walking back out to living room.

“dad what are you doing here?” I questioned looking at my dad.

Scott came down the stairs looking at him too.

“the guns are gone.” our dad said looking at us.

“yeah we know." Scott said.

"no I mean they’ve been distributed to the citizens of Beacon Hills.” our dad said.

Lydia was looking far off like she was having a premonition.

“everyone get down!” She yelled.

Suddenly a bullet flew through our window. Theo yanked me down covering me with his body. Liam crawled over making sure I was completely covered. The bullets kept coming. I felt the tears rush down my cheeks as the two boys held me.

“It’ okay, it’s okay.” Theo cooed in my ear.

Nothing was okay. Finally the bullets stopped. We all sat up inspecting the damage. Theo and Liam pulled me up and everyone just stood looking at each other. That’s when I felt it. Blood. I collapsed on the floor my breathing becoming rapid.

“y/n!” Theo shouted dropping down.

“No no no.” Liam repeated tears falling from his eyes. 

I had it wrong all along. I was the one going to die. Theo and Liam were going to have to learn to live without me.

To all IGOT7, I received these messages from a mom who just lost her daughter from leukemia few days ago and her daughter was an IGOT7 and a big fan of Choi Youngjae.  I just want to share her stories with all of you and let us help her to fulfill one of her daughter’s requests to let Youngjae knows how much her daughter loves Youngjae and he is her angel & inspiration while she was sick. Let help share her story hoping it can reach Youngjae & GOT7. We are praying for you dear & to mom, please be strong.

This is a first for me and I’m really sad. Please help this IGOT7 & also RT my tweet on twitter so hopefully, Youngjae or any GOT7 members will read this. 

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lookie lookie at who wrote something finally lmao 

sorry if this is super confusing and sucks i tried lol also the little line in the middle indicates a POV change :) 

please please please let me know what you think! <3 


You sighed, tossing another baby magazine into the growing pile. All day you’ve been busy planning your older sister’s baby shower, it was now at least 6pm and you were beyond tired. You had to plan the whole thing along with your sister’s best friend, but she wasn’t doing much when it came to planning. She was more involved in deciding what kind of cake to get. Deciding you had enough of looking at baby decorations for the day, you neatly cleaned up the mess you created on the kitchen island and packed it all away in the corner. Since Shawn was going to be home soon you thought getting started on dinner would be a good idea. The poor boy is usually starving by the time he gets home from the studio and can usually eat a horse.

As you began preparing the ingredients for tonight’s dinner you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like if you and Shawn had a baby of your own. Shawn’s always loved kids and so have you so you always assumed you were going to have kids one day but you’ve been married for a few years now and neither of you have brought the topic up. Shawn was always busy though so you never really had time to talk about it. All the planning you’ve been doing for the past few days has made your baby fever go through the roof, all you could think about was a tiny human being that was half you and half Shawn.

Maybe it was time to bring up the topic to Shawn, you wouldn’t say much, you would just casually mention that you want a baby, or that you want a baby in the future. You decided on telling him over dinner even though you were nervous to see how he would react. Would he want a baby now? Maybe he doesn’t even want kids and you were going to be stuck with baby fever for life. You were sure he wanted kids though and you’ve seen the way he acted around his little cousins and your little niece, he absolutely adored them. He would make a great dad.

You heard the door close from your spot on the comfy sectional couch you bought a few months ago meaning Shawn was finally home. It was almost 7pm now and he was at the studio since before you even woke up, he was probably exhausted.

Your suspicions were correct when Shawn entered the living room and collapsed right on top of you, his arms wrapped around your torso and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, letting out the biggest sigh you’ve ever heard.

“Bad day?” you asked, letting your hands run through his messy hair, earning another content sigh.

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Hi everyone,

My baby Coraline hasn’t been seen since Wednesday, October 4th. I’m worried sick - I love her as much as anything in the world - and I’m trying to reach out on every social media platform possible.

She went missing in Shaker Heights, OH, near the intersection between Lytle Rd. and Scottsdale Blvd. We’re putting her food and litter box out in hopes she’ll want to come home.

I’m really worried, especially given the fact that I wasn’t around when she disappeared. I can’t be there to look for her because I’m hundreds of miles away in another state. I’m so scared and nervous - my mind immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusion.

Please signal boost this. If anyone has seen a short, overweight, brown mackerel tabby American Shorthair with green eyes and a red nose that has a tiny black speck in the center, please reach out to me at esbiscoe01@bvsd.org or PM on tumblr or reddit @ r0m3d4.

Thank you all so much for reading. I hope I find her soon.

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Miss You

A ficlet based on this supercorp drawing by @elliotdrawpls

“I’ll pick you up at your place tomorrow at 10.”

Alex nodded, knowing her sister would be able to help her heal this pain.  That’s what sisters do.

“Okay. Go home and get some rest. Take a sleeping pill, shut off all your social media, avoid any shows besides those documentaries about cold cases you like.  If you need anything you just call me, Alex.”  Kara pulled her sister into a hug.  “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Kara,” Alex mumbled numbly into Kara’s shoulder.

They parted ways outside the bar, their homes in opposite directions.  Kara kept her ear trained on Alex until she heard her enter her apartment on the other side of the city.   

Kara thanked Rao for not flying through her open window and using the stairs to get into her apartment like a human when she saw Lena leaning against her door.

“Hey,” Lena said cheerily, lighting up the minute heer eyes fell on Kara.  “I’m sorry to just show up like this, but, um,” she laughed nervously.  “I guess, I just wanted to be around you, uh, just us.  Assuming that’s okay?”

“Of course,” Kara smiled.  “Come in.”  

She unlocked the door, holding it open for Lena to enter first. Lena didn’t bother removing her leather jacket, but kicked off her shoes instinctively, crossing to the breakfast bar.  Kara followed her toward the kitchen. She pulled two glasses from the cupboard and filled them each with water, passing one to Lena.

“I guess, I still need to nurse the fastest hangover I’ve ever gotten,” Lena joked, taking the glass from Kara.

“Your head still hurting?” Kara leaned against the bar.

“It’s amazing what stress, too much wine, and flying well above sea level  being carried by Supergirl can do to your brain.”

A small smile formed on Kara’s face. She knew the day would come when she will have to tell Lena the truth, but for now, she just liked being Kara to her.

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They talked a bit more. Lena chugged three glasses of water and took the medicine Kara offered her. They moved to the couch to watch whatever Lena wanted; Kara didn’t care.  She checked in with Alex with her super hearing every ten minutes until she finally heard the familiar sound of Alex sleeping halfway through their second episode of West Wing.

“Kara,” Lena asked sheepishly, staring at the blanket that covered their legs on the couch. “I just, I know I thanked you a lot earlier, but,” she bit her lip.  “I just, I hope you really know how much I mean it. I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like you.”

“Everything you did the second you found out those kids were sick is exactly why I love that you’re my friend.”

“You just,” she took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.  She daringly looked into Kara’s eyes.  “You just make me feel so safe, grounded.”

“I know what you mean,” Kara replied with a small smile.

“How do you do that?” Lena asked, not really expecting an answer.

They locked eyes, and for some reason it seemed like the first time they were truly seeing each other. Lena’s heart pounded in her chest as she inched toward her best friend. She reached up and made to remove Kara’s glasses. Kara flinched, searching Lena’s eyes for some sign she shouldn’t let the woman she had so much faith in pull this layer of herself back. She closed her eyes slowly and gave Lena a small nod, ready to give everything to Lena.

Once her glasses were off and folded neatly on the coffee table beside them, she opened her eyes. Lena was staring at her, astonished.

“What?” Kara asked nervously, moving her hand instinctively to adjust her glasses but was met with her bare face.

“You are just so beautiful,” Lena whispered.

Kara thought her super hearing faltered for a minute. Clearly, she misheard Lena, her best friend.  Lena, her new boss, her best friend, the only best friend she’d ever had on Earth just called her beautiful?  

“Did I,” Lena hoarse whisper brought Kara back out of her head.  “Did I say something wrong?” Lena bit her lip, worry etched across her porcelain face.

“No,” Kara murmured, almost as if it was a question she was asking herself. She searched Lena’s face for a sense of relief, a sense of calm and stability she knew she would always find there; a sense of love.  “You didn’t.”

The air between even seemed to have a pulse that quickened intensely as they merely looked at each other, taking each other in, and never letting them go.

“Kara, I-”

“No more talking,” Kara breathed, leaning closer to Lena’s face with her own.  “I just want you to kiss me.”

Lena spent what felt like the longest half second in history checking Kara’s face, astonished she heard her word for word before crashing her mouth into Kara’s. Kara’s eyes rolled at how amazing Lena’s tongue felt on hers.  She wanted to feel this good with Lena forever.

After what could have been decades of kissing, Kara pulled apart from Lena, breathing heavily, her eyes closed.  “Come to bed with me,” she practically panted.

Lena quirked her left eyebrow up, a smile tugging at her lips as she pressed them against Kara’s. “Absolutely.”

                                                          _______

The pair stood on the curb, making small talk with smiles plastered on their faces, the morning sunlight dancing around them.  Kara was making sure she grabbed everything she needed for a few days in Midvale, and Lena was waiting for her car to take her back home.

“I’ll miss you,” Lena mumbled as she fiddled with Kara’s kerchief. She leaned in closer, “You look really cute by the way.”

Kara blushed.  “You promise you’ll text me once you’re back home?  I want to make sure you’re safe while I’m out of town.”

“Absolutely,” Lena smiled, tugging gently on Kara’s kercheif again.  She pulled Kara into a sweet, yet deep kiss.  

Kara had to force herself to break the kiss. It was time for her to go pick up Alex to go home.  

“I’ll call you tonight,” she said, already getting distracted by Lena’s eyes in the morning sun. “God, I already can’t wait to be back home.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Lena whispered as she leaned into to plant a soft kiss on Kara’s cheek. “Now go so I can miss you.”

With that, Kara jumped into the car she’d borrowed from J’onn, blew a kiss to Lena waiting on the curb, and took off to the other end of the city where her sister was waiting for her.

“See you soon, Supergirl,” Lena mumbled with a smirk on her face. “Bout time you kissed me.”

Already a mile down the road, Kara heard Lena’s whisper and smiled.

Family photo - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Family photo

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine Bill seeing you interact with little Jackson on set and realizing he wants to have kids with you. A couple months later you start working on a movie with the little boy, who plays your son, and things change for the best for you and Bill.

Read Part 1 - Natural, here!

“Rough night?” the make up artist asked you, no wonder she saw the frown that seemed to be permanently set on your face ever since you walked into the trailer.

“More like a very rough morning.” you mumbled, easing back in your chair as she worked on getting your makeup done before filming started. But with all the nausea and morning sickness you’ve been having these days, and even this morning, you didn’t know how you’d be able to cope with it.

“Oh alright then-” she giggled “You two love-birds have taken this seriously huh?”

“Wh-what?” you raised an eyebrow and she smirked at you but shrugged.

“Having a kid I mean.” she chuckled motioning with her head to the mirror in front of you and without a second thought you actually looked at your reflection, studying with narrowed eyes to spot something that could-

“Oh” you breathed out, a shy smile forming on your lips when you saw the marks on your neck from, in fact a quite rough night. But that’s what usually happens when you and Bill are apart for more than a three weeks.

“Yeah” you laughed sheepishly, shrugging “I just guess… we missed each other a lot.” you shrugged, the smile now replacing the thin line you had your lips pursed in.

“Is it only that?” she raised an eyebrow “I know you were trying for a kid a little while back then so I guessed it would be that.”

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Prompt: "That's homophobic." "You're not even gay, Kim." Kimberly whines from her bed, stretching out her grabby hands at the unamused girl across the room. "I just want to hooooooold yooouu." Trini huffs, "fine, but I'm big spoon." Trini settles on the bed behind Kimberly, but the taller girl has other plans. She grabs Trini's arm on her waist, pulling the smaller girl on top of her and wrapping her arms around her back. She gives her a small squeeze and sighs into her hair. "Better."

Trini is settled into the beanbag chair in the corner of Kim’s room, a slight smirk on her lip as she watched her fellow ranger pout at her. “For the last time, I came over for moral support and to make sure you’re eating, I’m not here to cuddle with your sick ass,” She teases, pulling her phone up to check her messages. 

“My ass is pretty nice,” Kim chuckles, the smile on her lips fading back into a pout. “But why won’t you cuddle me? I’m sick, I could die!” She huffs, reaching across the bed to grab a tissue. 

“I’m not cuddling you, because I don’t wanna get sick,” Trini sighs, glancing over at her friend. “Besides, you’ll be fine, its just a cold.”

“But Trini!” Kim whines, moving to sit up. “I just want you to lay with me, please,” She mumbles, sticking her lower lip out just a little further. 

“I’m not cuddling you and that’s final,” Trini replies, brows raised at the other ranger, standing her ground even though she really would love to cuddle with the girl. 

“That’s homophobic,” Kim states, her arms folding over her chest as she looks at her friend. 

“Kim, you’re not even gay,” Trini sighs, running a hand through her hair because as much as she would love it if Kimberly were gay, that’s not how it worked. 

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i’m really worried about old xian’s physical and mental health… she’s been working herself to the bone and has gotten sick/injured because of it multiple times.

i hope she realizes it’s okay to take it slow and/or take a break once in a while, we can wait for a new 19 days chapter. health and happiness comes first. let’s all appreciate the work she does for us and support her to the fullest.

Cursed

Requested anonymously: Dean and Sam get hit with a lust curse, but the joke is on the witch- they’re already having sex.

Word Count: 1800ish

Warning: lust curse, smut

A/N: This was such a fun request! Thank you! Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO


The witch stares at them with cold, dark eyes, hands twisted in front of her in some ritual Dean doesn’t recognize but doesn’t need to. It’s always the same. Some crazy ass curse that’s going to scare the shit out of them, leave one or both of them in close-to-death danger until they figure out how to beat it.

The bone-deep terror settles in as he braces for whatever the witch is about to throw at them, but it feels distant now. Familiar enough that he knows how to handle it. His arm reaches out for Sam in an instinctual movement he’s practiced since Sam was born, and their hands clutch at jacket sleeves together, waiting.

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what was the significance behind 'not anymore, simon'? what was the context? also, what on earth, harry styles??? - becks

Ah, I’ll try to put “Not anymore, Simon!” into a broader context but there was a lot going on then so I forgive me if I don’t get it quite right. Basically, it kicked off a really contentious period of time on the tour. The American leg had closed a couple weeks beforehand with the blatant attack that was the Attitude article and then the response at the Boston show (Harry’s rainbow run/speech and a fan project to create a rainbow with lights around the stadium). 

London 1 was… wild. First of all, Simon was in attendance for this show. Briana was flown in there (when she hadn’t gone to any of the American shows at all even though she lives there) and purposefully walked past all the fans to sit in the VIP section. It really was not subtle, it felt like this blatant display of power to put her there.  

There was a HUGE pushback from the band that night: The Bears amped things up to a level beyond anything else they’ve ever done, appearing both dressed as brides with a picture of Larry Grayson (a long closeted gay entertainer) signed “Love, Larry” with a spotlight shining on them. We’d been saying before that, “the only way the bears could be more obvious is if they put their names on them” and they did (also, the “Love, Larry” picture was removed midshow, making people wonder if they took things a little too far). The stage was lit up with rainbow lights during Girl Almighty which some people took as a nod to the rainbow light project the fans did for Boston. There was a “Louis is Harry’s Infinity” sign shown on the big screen (kind of a funny coincidence considering how Infinity got used this show!). The set list got changed around to end with Drag Me Down, quite a charged message to end on.

“Not anymore, Simon!” happened when they went to play Night Changes and had “technical difficulties”. It’s been discussed whether the technical difficulties were staged to give them a chance to break out of the usual run of the concert and create a different space where they were got to be themselves, just hanging out with the audience (I remember someone mentioning that Simon hates that sort of time wasting but idk where that rumor came from). After a few false starts, Niall is noodling around playing Infinity on his guitar (which had just been released as a free download two days earlier) and they start singing along. You can watch the video to see for yourself (interestingly, the video with the best view of Louis’ face was promptly removed from YouTube) but Louis leans over to Niall and whispers “No more!”, they laugh, and then after the line “When everybody wants you…” Niall says very clearly: “Not anymore, Simon!”. Then Louis raises his hand and kind of faux apologetically takes credit for that. There was rumor that Simon got up and left after this part of the show. No matter what, it was a shockingly direct Fuck You to him. With everything that happened that night, it really, really felt like it was game on

After this, Briana was consistently brought and made to walk past the fans night after night (who didn’t even take pictures of her at first since no one knew wtf she looked like) during the London shows while the band ignored her existence, except for an unhappy Louis sticker from the Bears. And then he went clubbing and got in a van full of only brunettes (because again, every blonde could be Briana no one could tell and he was not taking that chance) while sick (he was literally papped holding a tissue) to show that she wasn’t here with him and there was no “rekindling” of anything happening like they were trying to sell by her being there. And then a couple weeks later, the Bears came to twitter and started a countdown and the Belfast show was cancelled and… basically London 1 was the start of a much more openly hostile period and “Not anymore, Simon!” is used as the biggest symbol of that.

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An Unexpected Surprise - Cody Christian Imagine

Request by Anon: Hey! May you do an imagine where Cody and (y/n) rarely fight but when they do it’s a hell of a mess and the current situation is that he and the (y/n) are having a fight, a really big one bc he accused her of cheating on him, bc maybe she’s coming home late and she’s always on the phone, but what really is happeningis that the reader is organizing a surprise birthday party to him, so when he finds out he’s really regretful for thinking she ever could do that to him and a happy and fluff ending? 

Warnings: Arguments, being accused of cheating, some curse words

Word Count: 4,056

Author’s Note: I couldn’t help myself with this prompt. I hope you like it. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by eu-nasciassim

Cody’s POV

The first sign

It’s funny how time flies by when you’re not looking at the clock, but when you do watch the clock, time seems to move slower. I drummed my fingers against the kitchen table as I slowly watched the second hand take its sweet time to move around the clock. Y/N was 29 minutes late. She’s never late and I was beginning to get worried something might have happened. If she was working late, she would have called or texted me to let me know. But tonight, she didn’t and I couldn’t help but think of the worst.

Just give her one more minute, I thought to myself as I pulled out my phone. Instead of looking at the clock on the wall, I looked at the time on the phone. Why must the last minute take the longest?

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BTS / Their S/O waking up from a coma with no memory

Request: Hello can you plz do bts and got7 reaction to their s/o in coma because of accident after arguing with them and finally wake up after 2 months and lost memory… if you could 😂😂😂 thx

Thank you for requesting this! Hope you enjoy!      

GOT7 VERSION IS HERE   

TRIGGER WARNING! accidents resulting in hospital stay. Also, a looooot of angst.


Jin

Originally posted by arkysal

When you had left your shared apartment after a huge argument, Jin didn’t think much of it. He thought the two of you would take a quick break and then make up like you always did.

So, needless to say, when two hours after you left the apartment, he received a call from an unknown number, he wasn’t expecting to hear the voice of a surgeon from the hospital, announcing that you’ve gotten into a car accident and suffered injuries so severe that the doctors had to put you in a medically induced coma.

Jin thought he completely blacked out, then. He didn’t even remember how he got to the hospital. He didn’t even remember how the doctors had to give him a sedative because he wouldn’t stop yelling at the doctors to let him see you.

Once they finally let him in, he refused to leave your side.

So, for the next two months, Jin had basically moved to the hospital. He was on a first name bases with every nurse and even befriended an old grandmother from the hospital room next to yours. She was the only reason why some days he could go hours without crying, and that was because she kept telling him that you’d wake up and he’d get a chance to apologize for all the things he said before your accident.

And finally, her words came true. Exactly two months after being taken to the hospital, you started to show signs of waking up, and within a few days, you managed to open your eyes.

“Y/n?!” he jumped up from the seat in which he was living while you weren’t conscious. “Y/n, can you hear me?”

“I…” you tried to speak but it proved to be difficult. “Where..?”

“You’re in the hospital,” Jin, understanding what you wanted to say, answered. “You’ve gotten into a horrible car crash and you’ve been in a coma for what seems like an eternity.”

“C-coma?” you asked, suddenly even more awake. “W-where’s my family?”

Although a pang of anxiety hit his stomach, Jin tried to play it off. “I’m your family, jagi. I’m right here.”

You turned your head a few inches so you could look at him better.

“I’m so s-sorry,” you managed to say. “But I don’t know you.”

Jin could have sworn your words hurt as much as the news of your car crash did all those months ago. He was glad he was sitting because his entire body had gone limp.

“You don’t remember me?” he whispered.

You could tell how much pain he was in, but you weren’t going to lie to make him feel better. So, you shook your head.

“I’m sorry.”


Suga

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

It was just another fight. Just another stupid fight. These were the thoughts that were running through Yoongi’s head while he was driving to the hospital after having received a call from your sobbing mum. He couldn’t understand anything she was saying, so he told her he’d come and hung up the phone.

Although he was expecting something bad, he wasn’t expecting this. The news that you were hit by a car after running out of your apartment because of the fight you had with him caused him such a huge shock that he jumped right into the second stage of grief: anger.

He hit walls. He threw a couple of chairs. He yelled at people.  

Only when the doctor allowed him to enter your room, he managed to calm down. You suffered multiple injuries that caused you to fall into a coma and have damaged your face, and yet as Yoongi looked at you, he still saw you as the most beautiful person on the planet.

His heart was breaking more and more with every passing day that your body hasn’t shown responses to anything he was saying to you.

And then, a month later, when he was holding your hand and softly humming a song he had come up with at your bedside, he heard a different sound.

“W-wh-what..?”

He raised his head at the speed of light and was met with your wide open eyes.

“Y/n!” he screamed despite himself, scaring you a little. “You’re awake? How long have you been awake? How are you feeling? Should I call a doctor?”

Overwhelmed by so many questions, you just stared at him.

“Wh-who… are… y-you?” you asked slowly, staring at him in confusion.

“Who am—what?” Yoongi’s excitement faded away. “I’m… wait, you don’t remember?”

You frowned, not understanding what you were supposed to remember.

“M-my mum? Where… is she?” you asked slowly.

But he just stood there. His broken heart had completely shattered by your unfamiliarity and he couldn’t form words anymore. The sound of your hospital room door opening sounded somewhere in the distance. Even the voices of the nurses who came into the room seemed to come from somewhere far away.

He felt as if he just entered his worst nightmare.


J-Hope

Originally posted by wonhobe

As soon as you slammed the door closed and left, he ran after you. He opened the door of the building to see pouring rain. Which is why it took him a moment to see you start running across the street. Running right in front of a truck.

He thought he screamed. But the only thing he could hear was the sound of the truck braking and the sound of your body hitting the pavement.

The owner of the truck called an ambulance while Hoseok checked your vitals, all while trying to control himself and not cry. At least you were alive, so that gave him hope.

Once in the hospital, after having waited for hours until your surgery was completed, he was told that you were in a coma, and that was the second blow to his self-control that day.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He broke down next to your bed.

The entire time you were in a coma, he was closed off, cold, and distant to everyone. He barely left your hospital room, and the doctors threatened to lock him up in a hospital if he didn’t get a grip on himself. Hoseok didn’t listen. He was never going to leave you.

So, he was there when you moved your hand, weeks after the accident. He was there when your heart rate sped up, along with his. He was already kissing your hand when you opened your eyes for the first time in so long.

“My love,” he said right away. “Can you hear me?”

“What h-happened?” you asked slowly and quietly, not being able to talk louder.

“You got into an accident. You’ve been in a coma for almost a month,” Hoseok explained softly, as he caressed your hand.

“Why a-are you here?”

He froze. “What do you mean?”

“I d-don’t know who you are,” you said, trying to clear your throat to speak clearer. “Why are you t-touching me?”

And just like that, the joy of you finally waking up was outweighed by the hurt. He had feared you would be mad at him because of the fight you had before the accident. He had no idea you wouldn’t be able to remember who he was at all.


RM

Originally posted by theseoks

He was the one who stormed out of your apartment. He was sick of fighting with you, and he wanted to be alone for a while.

A couple of hours later, his phone lit up with a message from your best friend. Confused, he unlocked his phone to read it.

“There’s been a fire,” the message read simply.

Namjoon froze. He dialed your best friend’s number, hoping for an explanation. She was in a state of shock and couldn’t form coherent sentences, which made him even more confused, but he managed to hear “hospital” and “coma” and that was enough to send him running.

He found your friends and family in the hospital waiting room. All of them were crying and he had just had a breakdown in his car on the way here, so he was trying to pull himself together for the rest of them, and for you.

He couldn’t help the guilt of leaving you alone after that fight, too. He felt that if he hadn’t left, none of this would have happened. Which is why he refused to leave your side for longer than five minutes. And even when your family was slowly starting to lose hope that you’d wake up, he was the one to tell them that you would. That you would never leave them.

And he was right. After two torturous months, you finally opened your eyes.

“Mum?” was the first thing you said in a hoarse voice, as your mother burst into tears and despite the doctor’s orders not to crowd you, hugged you immediately.

“Oh, honey,” she gasped, as she kissed your face repeatedly. “We thought we lost you. We really did. Namjoon was the only one giving us hope.”

“W-who?” you asked, as she pulled away.

Namjoon’s smile left his face. Your mother glanced at him and then looked back at you in confusion.

“Namjoon,” she told you, pointing at him. “He spent every day by your bedside, waiting for you to wake up.

“Mum, I-I don’t know who t-that is,” you whispered almost fearfully.

Namjoon felt sick. He knew he was about to throw up, so he exited your hospital room and dry-heaved in the hallway, replaying your words over and over in his head, not believing it.

When he finally raised his head, he saw your mother’s sorry eyes looking at him, as she had walked outside to check on him.

“She doesn’t remember me,” he whispered painfully. “Sh-she has no idea who I am.”


Jimin

Originally posted by jiminrolls

This was the first serious fight the two of you had. Both of you decided that maybe you fought because you’ve spent so much time together, so maybe you needed to be away from each other for a while.

Which is why Jimin wasn’t there to tell you to be careful when you climbed on the counter to reach the top shelf – the comfort food shelf – in your kitchen. He wasn’t there either, when you lost your balance and fell off the counter, hitting your head into the corner of the table in the process.

Frightened by the unusual banging, your next-door neighbor went to check on you, and after you didn’t answer the door, she used the spare key to let herself in. Jimin’s number was the first one she called when she found you unconscious in the kitchen.

Jimin raced the ambulance to get to your house and then accompanied the paramedics with your body to the hospital. Apparently, the concussion you’ve suffered was major, which is why, in order to avoid further damage to your brain, the doctors had to induce a medical coma.

You were supposed to wake up from it soon, and yet you didn’t. This complication lead to serious heartbreak for Jimin, who never let go of your hand.

Finally, when it seemed to him like he’d cried all of his tears, he saw you attempt to open your eyes.

“Y/n?” he whispered, his voice hoarse from all the crying. “Y/n, baby, I’m right here.”

Your eyes finally opened and you took in your surroundings. Immediately your eyes landed on your hand in Jimin’s. Confused, you tried to get it out, but your movements were still limited, and Jimin, not understanding, held onto your hand tighter.

“Can you hear me?” he asked.

Your eyes were filled with fear when you looked at him.

“L-let go of my hand,” you whispered in a low voice.

Jimin obeyed, looking back at you with just as much horror. “Jagi, what’s wrong? Do you want me to call the doctor?”

“Yes,” you said. “I-I don’t know who you are, but p-please call my family.”

“You d-don’t know who I am?” Jimin stuttered, taken aback by your statement.

He couldn’t tell if he was more heartbroken or terrified because of your apparent memory loss. Either way, now that you were awake, he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight, whether you remembered him or not. He’d put his own pain away in order to help you to remember.


V

Originally posted by chokaivlicious

The tears haven’t stopped coming ever since he saw your unconscious body in the hospital after he received a call from your parents. You had left the dorms after getting into a fight with him and told him you’d be driving to your parents for a while, but you didn’t make it. You suffered a head-on collision with another vehicle halfway there.

Taehyung knew that the driver of the other car died instantly, and the thought of losing you too was too much for him to handle.

He camped out at your hospital, doing research about people in comas, trying to figure out a way to help you come back to him. He talked to every neurosurgeon in the city and befriended every nurse in your hospital. He was getting sick of their sorry looks, though, so he just prayed every night for you to finally wake up.

And then one day you did. He didn’t even notice it at first, since he was on his laptop, reading another article about the consequences of head-on collisions. He glanced at you momentarily and then did a double-take after noticing that your eyes were open.

He nearly dropped the laptop to the floor in surprise. “Y-Y/n?”

“Am I in the hospital?” you asked quietly, your throat hurting with every word.

“Yes,” Taehyung nodded enthusiastically and proceeded to explain everything that happened with excruciating detail.

“So, you’re my boyfriend,” you concluded after his story.

Taehyung’s face fell. “I… yes. You don’t remember me?”

“I don’t remember anything,” you confessed. “I’m sorry.”

His heart started to beat faster at this news. But he did too much research about patients in a coma to give up on you just like that.

“I’ll help you remember,” he promised, taking your hand into his. “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”


Jungkook

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Jungkook didn’t realize how upset you were when you left your shared apartment. He thought the fight was blown out of proportion and was already gathering the courage to call you and apologize when he saw your name on the caller’s ID on his phone.

He picked up immediately. “Y/n? Where are you? I’ll come get—”

“Is this Jungkook?” an unknown female voice asked.

“It is,” he answered, a little confused.

“I’m a paramedic. There’s been an accident. We found a girl who had suffered several injuries. She’s being taken to a hospital right now. Your number was the last one dialed on her phone,” the woman explained.

Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat. Actually, it skipped multiple beats. In fact, after the conversation with the paramedic was over, he wasn’t sure if his heart was beating at all.

Blaming himself for what happened, he hurried to the hospital, only to find out that you were in a coma and the doctors weren’t sure when you’d wake up.

Endless days of pain and sorrow followed. Jungkook tried to be the beacon of hope for your family who were seriously shaken up about this, but whenever he was left alone, he broke down in tears.

When you had finally opened your eyes a month later, he felt as if everything he prayed for finally came true.

“Y/n, I love you so much,” he whispered, feeling tears of joy sting his eyes.

“C-can you call the d-doctor?” you stuttered slowly.

“Yes, of course!” he jumped up to his feet to the emergency button next to your bed. “I’ll do anything for you, jagi. What’s wrong?”

“I d-don’t remember anything,” you said.

A smile disappeared from his face. “You don’t remember anything? Not even me?”

“No,” you whispered, scared of the fact that this stranger in front of you seemed to care deeply for you and you couldn’t even remember who he was.

Jungkook’s heart broke all over again. A few seconds ago, he felt as though he finally got you back. And now he realized that despite you breathing and talking on your own, you weren’t back to him at all.


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