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Mafia-Suho pt.4

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                  “Forgive me for my sins for I’ve just begun.”

“You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say will and ca-”

“Can you just skip this? You know I’ll be out by tonight.” You rolled your eyes at the cop that had you pinned against his car, in a very sexual position might you add.

“Close your mouth or I’ll give you something to choke on.” He whispered in your ear, pushing against your body more. 

You cringed at his closeness, “God, you’re breath stinks.” You said, yanking your head to the other side. 

“You little b-” 

He was cut off by his phone ringing.

Grunting, he shoved you forward and pushed away from you to answer his cell.

You could hear the other person on the line, “Do you have Y/n?” the person asked.

“Yes.” The officer replied looking back at you.

You took this time to turn your body around so that you were facing him.

“Why would you take her? Do you know how much trouble you’ve just put me in? She doesn’t get arrested. She doesn’t get questioned, am I clear?” The voice yelled and the cop looked at you.

“So she really is untouchable?” He questioned the man on the other end of the line. 

“Yes now let her go!” He hung up. 

You watch the cop slowly walk over to you, once he got close enough you grabbed him and kneed him between the legs, “Next time, remember to cuff me correctly instead of trying to get off on my ass, pervert.” 

You grabbed the cuffs and punched him in the face with the end of them, “And that’s for not knowing who I am.”

~

You decided it was a long overdue night out with your best friend so you decided to go the one place you loved.

The club.

Your friend pulled you to the dance floor where all guys and even girls tried to dance with you… on you.

“I can never have you to myself.” Your friend pouted, screaming over the music.

You laughed, “Don’t hate the player baby, hate the game!” 

She laughed and pulled you closer to her so the obviously drunk girl didn’t spill her drink on your brand new dress.

You were ready to say something but were cut off by a screech, “ Oh my god! It’s Suho!!” 

You looked towards the door in the back to see Suho and his gang walking through the door.

“I swear he’s stalking me.” You said to your friend. She laughed and caught Suho’s attention.

“Oh, Y/n. Nice to see you here.” Suho greeted, changing his direction to walk towards you. 

You tsked and shook your head, “Can’t say I share the pleasure.”

The drunk girl from before gasped and pushed in between you and Suho screeching at the top of her lungs, “Suho baby! Don’t listen to her! She’s a jealous b-” 

He flagged one of his men to come get her and you raised your eyebrows in question.

“Now why would you go and do something so foolish? She was gonna let you have her.” You said and your friend laughed a little.

Suho looked at her up and down then walked a little closer to her and bent down to grab her hand, “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you.” He whispered before he kissed her hand.

You scoffed and looked at your friend who looked all too comfortable with what was happening.

You slapped her shoulder, “Yah!” You shouted at her.

She looked at you in panic then looked back at Suho and snatched her hand away, gasping and rubbing it against her dress.

Suho looked at one of his men, Chanyeol, and he came and took your best friend to the bar.

“If something happens to her, I swear I’ll -”

“Kill me?” Suho questioned and chuckled, he looked at you up and down, lingering at your exposed thighs and then tsked.

“As ravishing as you look right now, don’t think you’re showing a little too much skin?” He asked while he walked closer to you. 

You backed up until you felt someone’s back hit yours and you got an idea. 

“You might feel that way but my date doesn’t.” You saw Suho’s stance change, everything about him seemed to get a little darker, dominant and you hate to admit it but it turned you on.

“What da-”

You cut him off by turning the guy who was behind you around and pulled him into a kiss. The kiss got deeper and the guy dropped his hands to your ass and pulled you closer to him.

Suho ripped you two apart and launched himself onto the guy. You watched as he threw punches left and right until some of his boys pulled him off. He turned around and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him. 

He slammed opened the door to the bathroom and screamed, “If anyone is in here get out now!” 

You heard a man chuckle and Suho pull out his gun and shoot in the air, “I SAID GET OUT!” 

The man’s eyes went wide as he tried to pull up his pants quickly with shaking hands. You watched as Suho followed his every mood until he left the bathroom.

Suho went over to the door and locked it and then looked at you.

His hair was out of place but still looked fine, his eyes were a darker shade of brown and the dominance he’s giving off swallowed you whole. 

And it was sexy. 

“Is this what you want to see huh?! You want me to kill every man who looks at you to prove to you that you’re mine?!” He screamed and backed you up against a wall. 

Your back hit the wall and Suho’s body trapped you. He punched the wall next to your head and screamed “Answer me!” 

You looked in his eyes as he breathed heavily in your face.

“Why do you want me so bad?” You whispered.

He looked at you and chuckled and backed away from you.

“What’s so funny? You think I’m just going to lay on my back for you?! That I’ll let you destroy what I built from nothing?!” You yelled and started walking towards him until his back hit the wall on the other side.

“You want me to be your trophy wife and I wont.” You growled at him. 

The room seemed to get smaller as you looked into his eyes. 

You pulled on his tie, forcing his head to down to yours, and kissed him.

He kissed you back as his hands went to your waist as he squeezed your hips. 

He switched your positions and slammed you back against the wall and held your jaw in his hands while you started to take off his suit jacket.

Suho slammed you against the wall again and started kissing down your neck, your hands left his jacket and went into his hair, pulling it. 

“Mhm. Y/n” He mumbled into the crook of your neck. 

When you heard your name you sort of woke up, the room expanded and the foulness of the bathroom hit your nose.

“Stop Suho.” You said pushing him away from you.

“Don’t be like that.” He whispered trying to pull you towards him again. 

“I said stop!” You yelled and ran to the door, opening it and walking out. 

You tried to look for your friend but you knew Suho would get her home safely and you just wanted to leave. 

You walked out in the back of the club and got in side your car, resting your head against the steering wheel you sighed and looked up.

There was a car flying in your direction, and it wasn’t stopping.

Fic, Of Dragons and Friendship

Hey, so after I posted this fic with dragon Virgil and knight Princey I was itching to write more dragons. More half dragons too. I’m sure I’m not the first person to think of half dragons but I’ve got my own way they work and act and look and such so I was really excited to write them. This exists in the same universe as the previous fic and they are separate stories but I’d suggest reading the first one before you read this one because there are references to the ending. Where the last one was a platonic prinxiety thing this is a platonic logicality thing.

Warnings: Talk of death. 3,442 words.

Abstract: Befriending a dragon, befriending a half dragon, befriending a human.

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Love Poem

A/N: Hope you enjoy :)

Your best friend, Harry, calls you one afternoon, “‘Lo Y/N, can we do our movie night t'morrow night instead of t'night?”

“I guess so, why?”

“’Ve got a date t'night, and ’M gonna spend the night over there.”

Your heart drops. All you wanted was to spend time with Harry, and he’s going off with another girl. “Okay, that’s alright,” you finally answer.

“Thank yeh, I’ll call yeh t'morrow.”

You’re the first to hang up, and you spend the next few hours feeling down about Harry being on yet another date with someone other than you.

You’ve had feelings for Harry for years now, always hiding them in fear of ruining your friendship, but now you’ve hit your breaking point. You know Harry doesn’t feel the same about you, but you can’t keep having your heart broken, so you write a poem, a love letter of sorts, telling Harry how you feel and saying goodbye.

***

Early the next morning, you take the poem to Harry’s house, slipping in with the key he gave you. You’re about to leave the poem on his kitchen counter when you freeze. This was Harry, your best friend in the entire world. You couldn’t just walk away because at the end of the day you’d rather have Harry as just a friend than not at all.

You throw the poem in your bag, not bothering to close it in your haste to get out of his house. If you had looked back, you would’ve seen the poem fall to the floor in Harry’s entryway.

From there you decide to just drive. You have no idea where you are going or if there’s even a destination at all. You just know that you need to be away for a while to be alone with your thoughts. You had to be okay with the fact that Harry wouldn’t love you, that you two were just best friends, and after a while you accept that.

***

Harry pulled out his phone to call you as soon as he left the girl’s house, but you didn’t answer. At this, he began to worry. You always answered his calls or if you couldn’t talk, you texted him to let him know you were okay, but maybe you were just busy.

He passes your house on his way home, but your car isn’t there. He tries to think of where you could be, but he can’t remember you telling him that you had anything to do today.

Maybe you had gone to his house early, he hopes as he pulls onto his street, but he comes up to an empty driveway.

When he enters, he spots a note on the floor. He picks it up and reads,

Dear Harry,

We’ve always been the best of friends, even when we were young

You and Harry, just nine years old at the time, are running through his yard, not a care in the world. You play tag, follow the leader, and all the other fun children’s games.

“Y/N! Harry! Time for lunch!” You hear Anne yell from inside the house.

You sit down at the table with a smirk, stealing Harry’s chair.

“Hey, that’s my seat,” Harry tries to pull you from the chair, but you grip on tightly.

“Not anymore,” you tease.

Harry playfully glares at you before he pounces, tickling you. You wiggle in the chair in an attempt to escape the tickles, but you lean too far, and both you and fall onto the ground in a heap of giggles.

And I’ve always picked up the phone, whenever you’ve rung

You wake up to your phone ringing. Glancing at the clock, you realize it’s 4 AM. You dig your phone out from the mess of sheets on your bed and see Harry’s face lighting up the screen. “Hello?,” you have no idea why he’s calling you at 4 in the morning since he was supposed to be halfway across the world writing songs in some secluded studio.

“Hey, Y/N! I just finished a new song, you wanna hear part of it?”

“Harry, you realize it’s four in the morning here right,” you yawn.

Harry pauses and you can almost hear him doing the math in his head, “Oh yeah, ’M sorry f’ waking yeh up. ’Ll let yeh go back t’ sleep now.”

“Wait!”

“Yeah?”

“I’m up now. Can I hear the song?”

He it for you while you fall back to sleep, “G'night Y/N.”

I’ve always been there for you, and you’ve been there for me

Harry comes over to your house after a date, his face telling you something went wrong.

“What happened?” You ask, pulling him into a hug.

“She broke up with me. Said m’ life was too much f’ her, and that I didn’t make her happy anymore,” Harry tells you.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” you try to comfort him as you lead him to your couch.

You lie there with him for a few minutes, and just when you thought he was falling asleep he says, “I really thought she was the one,” his tears finally falling.

You don’t know what to say to that, so you hold him and let him cry into your shoulder just as he had done for you when your grandmother died.

But you’ve fallen in love with them instead, so together we can’t be

“I met someone today,” Harry tells you on the phone one day.

“That’s great,” you try to sound happy for him.

“Yeah, she’s really nice, and she’s pretty, and I really like her,” Harry gushes.

This isn’t the first time Harry has told you about  another girl, and you’ve learned to deal with it as best you could.

I’ve tried to distract myself from you, with dates that were pure torture

You’re on another date tonight. It’s your third date this month, each time with a different man. You reach the table to find today’s man already sitting there with an annoyed look on his face.

“Took you long enough,” he says as you sit down.

“It’s only five minutes after seven,” you say, checking the time on your phone. You were in for a long night.

The waitress comes and you both order your food, waiting in almost silence for your entrees to arrive.

“Finally,” the man complains when the food arrives. He inspects his food, “This was supposed to be cooked well done,” he practically yells at the waitress, “How could you mess up something so simple?”

“Sir, I’m sorry, I gave them your order correctly, but they must have made a mistake. I can take it back and have them remake it if you want,” the waitress reasons.

“Well couldn’t you have used your eyes to see that it wasn’t cooked correctly and gotten it fixed before you brought me the wrong dish?!” The man shouts. “The idiots they hire these days,” he adds to himself, shaking his head.

At this you’ve had enough, you stand, reaching into your wallet. You hand the waitress money for your food as well as a generous tip. “I’m so sorry,” you apologize before leaving the restaurant.

But it’s you I always run back to, when I think about our future

Harry cuddles with you on his couch with his arms around you. You’re watching a movie while you recount your bad date to Harry, “He was awful.”

“Awe come on, he couldn’t ’ve been that bad.”

“He couldn’t have been worse. He was even rude to the waitress,” you scrunch your nose in disgust.

Harry laughs at your face and pulls you closer. It’s not long when you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

I couldn’t help but fall in love with you, now more than ever before

It all hits Harry at once. You loved him. Looking back, he can see it now. Every hug, every phone call, every look, was filled with love that he mistook for friendliness.  

So how can I still be your friend, when all I want is more

Another realization hits him. He wants more too.

I’m sorry I have to say goodbye, since you mean more to me than you know

Now, just when Harry understands how much you mean to him, you’re saying goodbye.

I never meant to hurt you, but I’m sorry, I have to go

- Y/N

Harry doesn’t know how he’s overlooked his feelings for you for so long, and now that he’s finally figured it out, you’re gone. He has to find you and tell you how he feels.

***

Harry checks all of your favorite spots around town, but you’re nowhere to be found. He tries your house one more time and is relieved to see that you’re home. He rushes out of his car and to your door.

You jump when you hear a knock, finding Harry on your doorstep.

“I read your poem, Y/N,” Harry steps inside.

“What? How?” Your face goes pale, your eyes widen in shock, and your entire being is sent into a panic, “You were never supposed to read that.”

“It was on m’ floor. I don’t know how I wouldn’t ’ve read it,” Harry says matter-of-factly, “Y/N,
I —”

“No,” you interrupt, “I’m sorry, I must have dropped it on the way out, but I never meant for you to see that poem. I mean, I did when I first wrote it, but when I got to your house, I just froze. I couldn’t give you the letter, and I couldn’t say goodbye because that’s selfish. I know you can’t control who you fall in love with, and I understand that you don’t love me, and I’ve accepted that because I need you in my life, Harry, even if we’re just friends —”

“Y/N,” he grabs your hands to stop your rambling, “’M not going anywhere. I love yeh. I always have, I just didn’t know it.”

“What?” You stop in shock.

“Reading that poem made me think back t’ all our time together, and I realized that ’s you. ’S always been you, Y/N, and ’M sorry it took me so long to realize it, but please just give me a chance,” Harry pleads.

You’re not sure what to think at first. You should be happy, after all, this is what you wanted, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s really sincere.

Harry, sensing your worries, cups a hand to your cheek, “’M serious, I love yeh.”

The look in his eyes tells you he means it, and he leans down to kiss you. It only lasts a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity, both of you pouring out pent up emotions and love.

Harry pulls back for a second. His forehead still resting against yours. “I love yeh,” he repeats with a smile.

“I love you too, Harry.”

“Be mine,” it wasn’t so much of a question as a statement.

“I’ve always been yours,” you reply.

Harry kisses you again, even more passionately than the first time, as if you were making up time for all the years you both ran from your feelings, and you’re suddenly thankful that you dropped the love poem.

Parting Gifts: Chapter 1

Author: @hillywooddestiel

Characters: Dean, Sam, sister!Reader, Clarissa (ofc), Chuck (brief), Amara (brief)

Warnings: Maybe it’s a bit angsty? I don’t really think any warnings are needed (but they will be in future parts)

Word count: 1.5k

Description: Chuck and Amara leave Earth. For how long, no one really knows. But, they don’t leave before giving Dean a message, supposedly some kind of gift, that will turn his and Sam’s lives upside down. What is it that’s so important and can be found in a small town in Ohio?

A/N: Hello, it’s me again! Quick disclaimer, in this series, Amara’s gift to Dean is not Mary, she is not in this series. Sorry to any die hard Mary fans. But, if you like sister fics then you’re in the right place. Hope you like my new series xx Masterlist

Story:

We’ve been driving for hours. I don’t even really know where we’re going, I’m just following the extremely vague instructions that Chuck and Amara gave me before disintegrating into thin air and leaving Earth.

“Dean, you gave me what I needed most. I want to do the same for you.” Amara smiles, reaching out her hand to hold Chuck’s.

“Head to 12 Hudson Avenue, Newark, Ohio.” Chuck chimes in, a knowing look playing on his features.

“Ohio?” I ask puzzled. Why would I want to go to Ohio?

“Yes, Dean. I think she’s waited long enough…” Amara finishes her cryptic message before becoming swirling wisps of light disappearing into the atmosphere.

“Are you sure you remembered the address correctly?” Sam asks for what must be the millionth time this car journey.

“Dude! It’s right, I’m not stupid. But what do you think she meant, ‘she’s waited long enough’?”

“Well, Dean, it normally means that a woman has been expecting something to happen for a while and this woman is in Ohio.” Sam sasses, chuckling to himself. Rolling my eyes, I turn up the radio and continue down the streetlight lit highway.

It’s almost two in the morning when we finally pull past the ‘Welcome to Newark’ sign. Too tired to be picky, we opt for the first motel we pass, booking our usual double-queen bedroom and dropping onto the creaky mattresses.

“Maybe it’s one of your one night stands from years ago and she’s finally ready for you to meet your kid?” Sam says, at it again with the sarcasm.

“That’s not funny Sam. Besides, we’ve never been anywhere near Newark. Or Ohio that much.” I close my eyes to try and get some sleep, not bothered that I’m still in my normal clothes.

“Maybe she moved. People say Ohio has great schools.”

“Shut up Sam!”

Once I’ve finished my waffles and Sam is done complaining about my health while eating his own rabbit food, we get back in Baby and make a beeline for 12 Hudson Avenue. The neat trees either side of the sidewalk and neutral coloured houses are not what I was expecting; I thought we would find a haunted old warehouse or something.

“This is someone’s house.”

“I can see that Sam, I have eyes.”

“Why would God send us here?”

“I don’t know. Let’s go find out.” Crossing the road of this very ordinary looking neighborhood, I walk up the steps of the porch first, closely followed by Sam. I gently knock three times on the door then stand back.

“Look, no one’s coming. Let’s just go before we get caught up in something new.” Sam sounds agitated now.

“Relax, would ya? Give them a moment to answer the door at least.” I scoff over my shoulder to him.

Suddenly, on hearing shuffling behind the door, I snap my head back around.

“Um, hello? Can I help you?” A timid young woman, girl really, answers the door.

“Err… Maybe. Is your mom home?” I stutter a little trying to find my words. I probably should have thought about what to say before knocking.

“Sure. What’s this about?” Before I can answer, an older woman, presumably her mother, approaches the door.

“Who’s this?” She asks the girl but continues to look at Sam and I, narrowing her eyes a little.

“Um, hi there. I’m Dean, this is Sam. Winchester. We came because-”

“I’m sorry, did you say Winchester?” The woman fluttering her eye lashes very quickly as her eyes glaze over with tears. She manages to fight them back though.

“Yes.” I look to Sam but he just shrugs. What the hell is going on?

“Right. Well, um, you’d better come in. Y/N, go to your room and do your homework.”

“But-”

“Go, please honey.”

The woman, who finally introduces herself as Clarissa, shows us through to her living room, asking us to sit on a floral patterned couch. It’s a nice home, I notice upon looking around. Goofy family photos decorate the walls and shelves, a piece of kids artwork hangs next to the TV, school papers and books are piled up on the coffee table. Clarissa rushes about in the kitchen, fixing up cups of coffee and muttering the odd swear word. I wonder what’s got her so jumpy. She looked like a deer in headlights when I said our names so, maybe she’s heard of us. Or Dad. He’d be about her age now, maybe a bit older.

Flustered, Clarissa brings out a tray of drinks, her hands shaking and spilling the boiling liquid a little.

“Sorry, I forgot to ask what you wanted. Hope you like coffee.” Her voice wavers like a leaf in the wind.

“Coffee’s fine. Um, we were just wondering, how do you know us?” Sam tries his tactile approach. Clarissa sniffs, sighs and then looks up to the ceiling in a futile attempt to hold back more tears.

“Well, um, I don’t know you exactly. I knew your father, John, and he, um, mentioned you a lot. He was always so proud.” It feels strange to imagine Dad boasting about us to someone. He was always so cold and strict to us, me especially.

“You spoke to our dad?” Sam continues.

“Yes. We met once at a bar when he was passing through town. It was a jjin I think he said. Things… escalated, and then he left town the next day.” Clarissa’s cheeks are burning red, but I’m more focused on the fact that she knows about monsters.

“So were you a hunter?” I can’t help but ask.

“No, never. John just told me all about it and his life when we spoke. He’d send me letters and call from time to time. Although I think he was more interested in hearing about Y/N and how she was doing.” She smiles bashfully at the floor while reliving her past.

“I’m sorry, Clarissa, why would Dad want to know about Y/N?” Sam wonders, just as confused as me.

“Fathers like to be involved in their daughters’ lives don’t they?”

“Come again?!” My voice goes quite high pitched from pure shock. Father? Daughter? Sister? Surely if Sam and I had a sister dad would have told us. Then again, we had no idea about Adam until it was too late.

“Um, yeah. John is Y/N’s father. Wait, is that not what you came here for? Did you not know?” Clarissa rambles, acknowledging our dropped mouths. We have a sister. A little sister. And she really is little, she only looked about 17. I take a second look around all the childhood photographs, really noticing her in each one. Dark brown, almost black, locks just like Dad, freckles peppering her face just like me, mysterious eyes that look like a wide mix of colours just like Sam. The resemblance is quite striking actually.

The three of us turn to watch the stairs as Y/N comes bounding down them,

“Mom, can I go- why are you all staring at me like that?” She pauses to give us all a bemused look. “Am I in trouble or something? Cos it was already broke when I found it, I swear.” Y/N raises her hands in defence.

“Sweetie, can I talk to you for a minute? In the kitchen.” Clarissa motions with her head to the open door.

“But it wasn’t me!” Y/N whines jutting out her bottom lip before trudging into the kitchen.

“No, its about something else. And what’s broken?”

“Nothing!” Then I don’t hear much else after the door closes.

Sam and I sit in awkward silence for what feels likes an age, unsure of what to say and still processing this new information. Are there any more kids Dad secretly had that we don’t know about? And why would Amara and Chuck want us to find her? Our lives are messed up enough, we don’t need her getting sucked into it all. She has the perfect life here and it should stay that way; having Sam and I around is just a sure fire way to get killed.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” A screech comes from the kitchen as the mumbling grows louder. As the door swings open, Sam and I twist our heads around in unison. Y/N storms in, fumes practically coming from her ears and her fists clenched. “Is it true?” Her nostrils flare- for a kid she is quite terrifying when she’s angry.

“Is- is what true?” Sam stutters.

“Are you my brothers? Was John your dad too?”

“Um, yes?” My answers comes out like a question and it’s clearly not what she wanted to hear. Letting out a half groan/ half scream, Y/N stomps out through the front door, slamming it behind her and causing the whole house to shake.

“Um, should we… Should we go after her or somethin’?” I turn to Clarissa.

“No, let her calm down and come back when she’s ready. She’s always had quite a short temper.” She sighs, rubbing her thumb and forefinger over her forehead. “But I have to say that could’ve gone better.” She gives a delirious laugh. Gee, you think?

White lies are sometimes necessary.

When she’s having a rough day, or week, or even month (to quote “Friends”), there’s nothing wrong with a little “how can you still look so beautiful after such a horrible time?” Yes, she might look like a grumpy sewer rat, but she needs some encouragement.

Even just a “don’t worry about running out of time to do your makeup correctly, with your beautiful eyes no one would even realize” is enough to give her a boost, even though she looks like a clown on acid. The truth can hurt and is often unnecessary.

White lies aren’t going to kill you. If they help someone you love without having any long-lasting consequences, there’s no harm.

Love and maybe lie a little.

anonymous asked:

What do you think to the "deal with the devil" trope? (I've asked a few writing blogs this and hope to get some different perspectives)

Hi,

As with all tropes, I think that the “deal with the devil” plot point can be done correctly if made to be the writer’s own. Twist it and spin it until it’s new again.

We, as a society, love this trope so you really can’t go wrong as long as it’s interesting enough.

Look at the show Supernatural for instance. In the beginning, people LIVED for the deal with devil aspect of the show as it seems to happen every season in one way or another, but after time, it does get old.

“The Picture of Dorian Grey”, “Little Shop of Horrors” and “Death Note” are some other recognizable deal with devil stories and both have enjoyed immense success. They’re all completely different, but still play on the basic trope of trading something important for something the person wants and learning something about themselves along the way.

Make it fresh and new and readers will love it.

Hope this was helpful!

-Amanda

anonymous asked:

okay! cool! then can i have pretty please eva/vilde first kiss? i know they have kissed before but they're first REAL kiss, if that makes sense?

it happens on a wednesday.

vilde is not expecting it. vilde plans out every single day of the rest of her life accordingly: she does not have time for surprises. she does not have time for deviations. she does not have time for delving any further than she already has into the world of her sexual exploration.

chris is very wrong. she keeps bringing it up, how vilde maybe “needs to get laid again”, but she hasn’t needed that in a very long time. so things didn’t go as planned with magnus. that’s even better, vilde thinks, because magnus was never part of the Plan: a distraction, is what he was, and vilde is better off without him.

(not that he wasn’t a nice guy. he was very understanding of her reasonings. although, vilde couldn’t tell, because his face looks confused yet understanding all the time, so he might have been sad. she doesn’t know. she hasn’t had time to figure it out, or, frankly, care.)

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anonymous asked:

Dunno if you're still taking prompts, lovely, but whenever I reread Black Water I always, always get caught/choked on that one little line where Daniel says it hurts like hell to put full weight on his leg. So here's a prompt based on that lovely line: Peggy is painting/creating a wall/mural for something (Angie?) but then gets called on a mission. When she returns it's to find Daniel's finished it for her. Which meant standing and painting/whatever for hours, which he's now suffering for.

There was no reason why the baby’s room had to have a mural on the wall, and Peggy herself wasn’t sure why she’d gotten so caught up in the idea of making everything perfect. She wasn’t even good at painting – but with stencils, sponges, and tips from a bunch of books, she was slowly converting one wall into a pretty little jungle, full of leaves and carefully stenciled animals.

“You shouldn’t spend so much time standing and stretching,” Daniel said quietly from the doorway.

“It’s not bad for me,” she protested. “Or for the baby. The doctor said it’s all right to do light exercise as long as it doesn’t hurt.”

And she wasn’t standing or stretching, just sitting quietly at the breakfast table putting her spoon in a bowl of oatmeal, when a sudden cramp doubled her over.

She was only seven and a half months along. She would never forget Daniel’s panicked expression as he drove her to the hospital. What followed was three days of intermittent contractions while flat on her back in bed, quietly begging the baby to just hold on for another few weeks. In the end, her premature labor halted on its own. She was sent home with instructions to stay in bed as much as possible.

Her body’s failure angered and frustrated her. As the head of SHIELD, she had supervised pregnant female agents, and (despite the “helpful” advice of her mostly-male advisory staff) she let them judge when they needed to be taken off duty. Some of them were able to work up until their ninth month. That she herself was having to take to her bed like an invalid, when she’d been so active all her life, seemed like the worst kind of betrayal to her.

And it meant the baby’s room would remain half-finished. She told herself it didn’t matter. It was only a project she’d been working on in her spare time, anyway …

And of course being forced to stay in bed meant that she was restless, bored, and couldn’t sleep half the time anyway. She was trying to read when she realized that it was almost three in the morning and Daniel still wasn’t in bed. He often stayed up late working in their home office (and so did she). She got up, wrapped herself in a robe, and padded carefully into the office – she could use the company, and suspected he could too – but he wasn’t there.

The light was on in the baby’s room.

She stood quietly in the doorway and watched Daniel working. It was obvious he’d been there for a long time; she remembered very clearly how much of it had been done when she was rushed off to the hospital, and a great deal more was finished now. It stretched almost to the opposite wall.

At last, Peggy cleared her throat. Daniel jumped and nearly fell down as he turned around, which made her realize that he must have spent most of the night up here. She hadn’t even known. She’d been … well, if she was going to be completely honest, feeling sorry for herself.

“I was sort of hoping to get this done before you noticed,” Daniel confessed. He waved a paintbrush at her. “Surprise?”

“You foolish, darling man.” She crossed the space between them to kiss him deeply, then drew back and frowned at him. His face was drawn with pain. “How long have you been up here?” She wasn’t going to say it, but they both knew he wasn’t supposed to stand for long periods of time.

“It’s fine,” he said, but she knew him well enough to know when he was in pain.

Peggy curled her fingers through his, and took him downstairs to the bathroom.

Under the bathroom lights, she carefully stripped him out of his trousers and unstrapped his prosthetic leg. The skin was reddened and sore-looking, but the deeper damage, she knew, was inside, where shattered bones had never healed correctly.

“Oh love,” she sighed, soaking a wet cloth in hot water and running it over the stump of his thigh.

“You know,” Daniel said, with a sheepish look, as he clutched at the edges of the tub in silent pain while she ministered to his leg, “I really was looking forward to having you walk in and find out it was all done.”

“I know. But you don’t have to ruin yourself to get it ready for me.” She leaned forward to kiss him lightly. If her body was betraying her now, at least there was a time limit. For Daniel, it was something he had to cope with every day. “We’ll finish it together.”

Common Injury Concerns While Working Out

I’m sure many of us have experienced at least one (if not all) of these pains/injuries whilst working out! They can start off as small annoyances but if not taken care of and rectified, they can lead to serious injuries further down the track. It is important to workout, however, if you are not using correct technique, then sometimes you can be doing more harm than good! It is all about listening to your body and understanding why what you are doing may be wrong.

Sore Neck While Training Abs

Ab exercises are some of my favourite exercises (I’m crazy I know!), but it is so satisfying to see your abs pop one day after all the hard work you have put in! I love how the more you train your abs the stronger your core gets and you are suddenly able to do more reps or exercises you never thought you could. One of the BIGGEST injuries/concerns while training abs is the “my neck hurts”. It can be extremely hard to concentrate on the exercise properly when your in pain and your mind is elsewhere. Usually the cause of neck pain while doing crunches means your form is compromised and you aren’t performing them correctly. Here are some ways to fix your form:

Don’t strain your neck. Many of us tend to jerk our heads forward when performing crunches because it may produce momentum and make the exercise easier to complete. This puts large amounts of strain on the muscles at the back of your neck but it also reduces the effectiveness of the exercise. When performing crunches try to think of your core muscles doing all the work and engage them as best you can, this may take some focus but it gets easier! 

Don’t hold your hands behind your neck. If you place your hands behind you neck this may tempt you to pull yourself forward. Instead try resting your hands on your stomach or on the floor. Alternatively if your neck is not strong enough to stay upright throughout the exercise, place your hands behind your ears to support it, but do not pull forward on your neck. A great tip to remember is there needs to be a gap the size of a fist between your chin and upper chest. Do not rush crunches. Take your time. Do them slowly and correctly, and you will find your muscles become stronger the more you do and eventually you will be able to tell the difference of pulling yourself up through your core and your neck.

- Try place the tip of your tongue on the roof of your mouth. This is a quick trick you can try when crunching! Doing this well help relax your neck muscles and reduce strain.


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Knees Hurt While Squatting 

Many people complain about knee pain when squatting both with a bar and without. We know the benefits to squats mainly concentrate around one area - our bums! Who doesn’t want a nice toned, shapely behind? The last thing you want is knee pain when you are using your whole body to support your bodyweight or bar weight. One of the most common reasons for knee pain while squatting is incorrect technique which then leads to unwanted stress on the knee joint. Here are some things you may be doing wrong:

- Your weight is too far forward and knees are over the toes at the bottom of the squat. In an ideal squat your center of gravity should be in the middle of your foot (even slightly behind) and your heels should always be flat on the ground. If you lean to far forward you are placing stress on the musculature around the knee causing pain.

Initiating movement by bending at the knees. If you squat just using your knees this will often cause your weight to come forward at the bottom, putting pressure on your knees and this also goes back to the point above. Initiate the squat by bending at the knee and hips simultaneously - this will promote better form and take the stress off your knees.

- You are shifting weight onto one leg more than the other.  This can put unwanted stress on either knee joint. Make sure you can feel your weight centred over both feet at the beginning of the squat and throughout the movement. 

If you are new to squatting and are finding it hard to balance your weight, try squatting to a box. You can play with the box height to determine when your knee pain occurs, and focus on touching your bum to the box to learn correct position. Some other tips are to make sure you stretch and foam roll all of your leg muscles after each workout (including the insides and outsides of your upper legs). If you are completing my Bikini Body Training Guide, you will know that many of the exercises involve jumping, which makes it even more important to stretch and foam roll to reduce pain and future injuries.


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Shin Splits 

Shin splits can be one of the most painful and annoying injuries you can sustain while working out. I don’t tend to run for long distances at a time as I prefer to do HIIT (high intensity interval training), however even this can cause dreaded shin splits. If you are not sure what shin splints are, let me explain. Medial tibial stress syndrome (shin splits) refers to pain felt anywhere along the shinbone from the knee to the ankle. People who play sports or do a lot of running will typically get shin splits and one of the common reasons is overuse, or if you are trying to exercise beyond your current level of fitness. Another reason why you may get shin splints is through high impact activities such as running on hard or uneven surfaces, or fast paced walking up a hill. There are many causes for shin splits, but they all have the same thing in common and that is the repeated loading of the ankle over a long period of time. 

When trying to fix shin splits you need to address the issues from the ground up. You need to be able to stabilise your leg in order to help ease the pain of shin splints. Having the correct shoes play a MASSIVE role in this, they need to be able to support your ankle and foot correctly so you don’t develop an injury. Personally I LOVE the look of colourful Nikes, but I cannot wear them when doing plyo or HIIT workouts as they do not offer enough support for my foot. I prefer Asics because they are perfect for my pronated feet. Everybody is different so I recommend you get your feet checked before deciding on which shoe to buy. Comfort and functionality is WAY more important than “fashion” in my opinion.

After you have the correct shoes here are some more tips on combating shin splints:

-  Foam roll your shins gently on the outer sides

- Foam roll your calves from the top to bottom

- Stretch your calves

- Do standing calve raises ( 3 sets of 20 several times a week)


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Next time you are working out and notice one of these injury concerns, stop for a minute and re adjust what you are doing. Trust me your body will thank you for it!

Kayla

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anonymous asked:

Like I don't really understand why some people are so salty about season 2. The series isn't over. I trust these writers to give everyone a time to shine. Just be patient. (This isn't me trying to be rude or anything this is just what I think. I don't really think it's right to complain about what a series doesn't have when it isn't over yet.)

Anon, I’m salty because I trusted the writers to give everyone a time to shine. Because that’s literally… Their jobs.

Look. I actually enjoyed season 2! I’m having fun. I think that the plots are really interesting, and I’ve liked every single episode. I still love Voltron. I’m going to watch season 3 the moment it comes out.

But I can still be disappointed in it.

My expectations going weren’t exactly high. There were things I would have been stoked to see, like Kl@nce, but I’m not surprised it didn’t happen. What I am shocked by is how sidelined half of the main cast was. A season focusing on Keith and Shiro? Sure, makes sense, and they did that incredibly well. But the moments they left for Hunk and Lance and sometimes Allura? Were really, really bad!!! Almost all of them were just repeats of the same, overdone, recycled material! Food jokes and bad flirting and ahahahah, look at how d*mb they are! Laugh at the characters of color!!!!

‘Just be patient’? So what, I just have to wait long enough and eventually Lance and Hunk will be treated right? Eventually the writers will remember how to characterize them correctly? Eventually my two boys, who are bright and amazing and funny and brown, will be taken seriously?

Mmmmmmmmmm I don’t mean to blow up at you anon. But the problem is, right now I don’t trust the writers to fix their mistakes in time for season 3. I don’t want to be patient because I don’t think they’re going to ever deliver! Maybe in a few months, when I read their interviews and responses to the reviews, I can tentatively believe in them again. But right now, I’m disappointed.

You think I’m complaining over what the series doesn’t have. I think I’m complaining about what the show should have.

Bluebell - Chapter 1.

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Bluebell, Chapter 1.

San Francisco.

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Smoke burned Dean’s lungs as he surveyed the chaos in front of him from his vantage point on the rooftop. He and Cas had split up to try and find him - Dean had chosen to take the inner city, while Cas had taken the outskirts. The others were still back at the Roadhouse; Dean didn’t want to endanger anyone without cause. Fires raged around him; around an overturned car, a rundown building, a skip full of rubbish. Chemical fumes and smoke from the burning piles clawed at Dean’s throat and scratched at his eyes.

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Been wanting to really do this for a long time now because you guys are awesome. Look at you all. I know I have shit to do first so I’m gonna pick the winners after I’m done with commissions. For now, just let me. 

  • This is a giveaway for followers (duh)
  • Like this post to enter
  • Reblogs don’t count as an entry
  • And to make things more interesting, guess who my favorite pokemon, pokespe dexholder, and teen titan (via ask or fanmail) to have a second entry. I feel that people who know me good enough deserve more chances. You only have one chance to guess correctly. All three of them.
  • I will randomly choose THREE winners of a 1-2 character semi-rendered painting (like the one on the right) and TWO winners of a 1-2 character painting with full background (like the one on the left though I won’t be using lineart like that).

  • Deadline is on November 18
  • If you fail to respond in 24 hrs should you win, I’ll move on and pick another.
  • No, I will not draw naughty bits, robots and mechas, extreme gore, buildings, or stuff I’m not confident to do.
  • Good luck 

Sugar on the Asphalt: Twenty-Five (Harry)

After all the asking and asking about Harry’s point of view, here’s chapter twenty-five! I’d love to hear what everyone thinks! <3

Rated M for slightly mature content.

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Let’s get one thing straight: I didn’t care that she called him Peaches. As far as I was concerned, he was welcomed to it. Actually, he was doing me a favor by giving me a remedy for the chronic headache I’d had for the past two months. I was one step closer to getting Grace out of my life for good. Sometimes I wondered how something so small could be so irritating, so unbelievably infuriating, and so completely annoying.

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anonymous asked:

Thank you for giving such kick-ass advice, I always leave your page feeling equipped to fight for my right to thrive. I am so stoked for your book, I know it will be brilliant! My father passed away this week &though he was very sick my whole life, we absolutely adored each other. I haven't been very emotional about it &I'm feeling very guilty for that. My brother committed suicide 3 years ago &I was a wreck after that. Am I a total jerk or just in shock/denial?

I am so sorry for your loss, both this week and three years ago.

Weirdly, grief always seems to travel with the guilt that we are not experiencing grief correctly. We see so many examples of it in TV and movies, and friends, and we’re never crying hard enough, or bottling it up enough, or having enough symbolic cross country trips enough.

Regardless of its shock, or if you’ve been long-term grieving your father’s loss already (as often happens with long illnesses), or if this is just how this grief looks, you are exactly where you are supposed to be. Now is not the time to question yourself or your reactions, just give yourself the luxury of feeling however you feel.

If in four or five months you are still feeling like you haven’t “felt it” yet, that could be time to talk to someone else and start the processing of it, but for now, all you need to do is be satisfied that you are honoring your father well with who you are and how you are dealing with things.  

Dear Mr. Smythe,

I have no idea what to write in these sort of things and I kinda have no idea who or what Smythe industries is but.

“Nah, that won’t do,“ Sam thought to himself as he deleted all the things he had typed out so far. He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. He was tired, hungry and running terrible late  for one of his classes but something in the ad he just read had caught his eye, the pictures from the guy who posted it. If he was really going through with this he could at least make sure the guy was pleasing to the eyes, right? He was about to sign his life away, well what was left of it. It felt like days he had a decent meal to eat and enough time to sleep in between classes and the two jobs he currently had to try and make ends meet.

Never in his wildest dreams, well biggest nightmare if he had to be honest, he ever thought he would find himself in this position. But that’s life for you, he thought bitterly. You never knew how things turned out to be. He’d stumbled on this dating site a few weeks back and up till now none of the ads had spoken to him. They all promised the same things but this was the first one the guy didn’t look like a creep and after reading through the ad at least four time to make sure he understood everything correctly he decided to just go for it. He had nothing else to loose anyway..

Dear Sir,

  I’m sure you’ll get tons of response to your ad so I’ll be keeping this short and keep my fingers crossed that what I’m writing to you is enough to peak your interest and you get in contact with me.

I’m Sam, 19, arts major - well for as long as that lasts anyway.  I’m sure people will see someone like me as a toy boy or whatever if they find out about what it is I’d do if I submit myself to the ‘job’ you’re offering but to be totally honest, I don’t really care. I need a place to stay and a roof over my head and maybe an easier and more pleasant way to get through art school. Working 2, almost, full time jobs and still struggling to make ends meet is not the best way to go about it. So your offer sounds more then something I’m interested in and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to be the one you pick. enclosed you find some pictures of me and my contact information

Best Regards, Sam Evans

He moved the cursor  to the send button, closing his eyes for a while as he took a few deep breaths before he clicked on it. He packed up his things and hurried to his next class. “I bet I never hear anything back from him anyway, Sam thought as he sat down in another arts history  class and took out his notebook and focused himself on the professor .

Thank you for your quick response, it certainly made for an interesting read amongst some of the time-wasters on here. I definitely appreciate your honesty and your reasonings in entering an agreement such as this one. I understand this isn’t an easy decision for someone to make, but given your situation I can understand why you’d think this lifestyle is something for you.

I think what caught my attention the most was your promise to not only submit to me, but to do whatever it takes to be the one I select. I’ve taken the time to review the images you’ve sent to me, and I definitely like what I’ve seen so far, sure they’re a little rough around the edges, but nothing a few decent meals and some much needed attention could change. I’m pretty sure that I could be the one to offer you that, and so much more should you agree to my terms.

Now, if this is something you’re serious about, I’d much rather meet up in person to hash out the finer details, to get a better picture of who you are and what you need from me, as well as what I want and expect from you. Again, if this is something that you’re interested in, then I’ll be at Sandiagos tonight at 9pm, under the name of Smythe, and I’ll expect you there promptly and dressed appropriately for dinner. Should you not show, then I’ll simply assume that you’ve changed your mind and I’ll keep looking.

With any luck, I’ll see you at 9 tonight.

anonymous asked:

why dont you like looking for alaska?

i know the reasons well enough in my head, but im not sure if ill be able to word them correctly…. ill try though, sorry if this gets long. 

first of all the characters are boring. its generic and actually the plot is really stupid. theres your nerdy white boy, the VERY HOT SEXY girl (love interest), sidekick, and the obligatory person-who-isnt-white (takumi). like every freaking chance he got, the narrator, or maybe this was just john green wanting to write it as many times as possible idk, HAD to mention how ABSOLUTELY SEXY alaska was. every time. its always like “her SIGNIFICANT curves and ROUND, PLUMP ASS, her thin thighs and perky boobs.” then, spoiler alert, so the main character is SUPPOSEDLY in love with alaska but after she dies all he does is call her a bitch and whine about not being able to make out with her anymore. thats it. he doesnt even care to find out anything about her death, like the rest of the characters in the book that knew her. he literally shoots down all their ideas at trying to figure out if it was suicide or a drinking accident. i cannot bring myself to like ANY of the characters, besides maybe takumi or lara. the rule and punishment system at culver creek or w/e is just bullshit. you get caught smoking/drinking/whatever you get sent home wtf. you dont get a freaking warning. the writing of the characters is so basic and im pretty sure john green was just writing himself into the book under different names. not EVERY teenager is going to have your massive vocabulary, john green, when you realize that maybe then you can write realistic teenagers. this isnt all i have to say about the book but it got long so im done. 

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