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13/10/17 (aka THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE)

okay so where do I begin…WOW.
okay so… on Monday October 3rd at 10:25pm, I was sitting on my phone in my room listening to holy ground and I was on twitter and BOOM. “TAYLOR NATION SENT YOU A DIRECT MESSAGE” I STARTED SHAKING AND CRYING WHEN I READ THE CONFIDENTIAL MESSAGE I WAS SO CONFUSED BECAUSE THEY DONT EVEN FOLLOW ME (yes I’m still trying to work out technology ok) AND I FLIPPED OUT AND I RAN INTO MY MOMS ROOM SOBBING AND I TRIPPED OVER THE HOOVER BUT ITS OKAY. MY MOM WAS SAYING ALL SORTS OF THINGS LIKE SOMEONE MAY HAVE HACKED INTO TAYLOR NATIONS ACCOUNT (?????? idk). Anyway I died and my mind was a mess and I couldn’t control myself at all, I had knew what it usually meant when people got these messages and I explained everything to my mom ( she is genuinely worst-case-scenario-Christine ) and she started crying with happiness for me. THAT DAY WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED.

The next day October 4th at 5:27pm, I was (trying) to study when BOOM. I RECEIVED THE CALL. Ali phoned and told me about a special secret event on Friday the 13th of October and I was shaking so so much and could barely even talk but she was honestly the nicest ever (I noticed she said “wonderful” about a million times and I’m now so in love with that word). Side note: My mom still wasn’t really convinced this wasn’t a set up to get me kid napped but SHE FINALLY CALMED DOWN A LITTLE AND MEANWHILE I WAS SHAKING, CRYING AND BASICALLY DEAD.

Okay so then it was the waiting game…the days DRAGGED in as I found out a whole 10 DAYS before the event and I saw Taylor lurk people on tumblr/Instagram AND she liked the post about me and my best friend Eve. PEOPLE WERE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT COULD HAPPEN ON THE 13TH AND I WAS JUST SITTING THERE LIKE HELP ME WHATS GON HAPPEN.

Fast forward to Friday…so because I live in Glasgow I had to fly to London… I COULDNT SLEEP AT ALL AND I ONLY GOT 4 HOURS SLEEP LOL BECAUSE I GOT UP AT 4AM. We went to the airport and I was genuinely so nervous and excited about what could possibly be happening. We then got a bus and then a tube and wandered about Covent Garden and EVERYTHING kept reminding me of Taylor. We then got a tube and another bus ( NUMBER 13 ) to our hotel. I got really stressed out because I opened up my case and there was makeup spilt on my dress BUT MY MOM CAME TO THE RESCUE AND FIXED IT FOR ME. I curled my hair and fixed myself up then I went to out to the secret meeting point and recognized so many people from tumblr/twitter etc and it was SO surreal. ALSO A FEW PEOPLE CAME UP TO ME AND WERE LIKE OMG ABBIE I KNOW YOU AND THAT MADE ME FEEL SO SO SPECIAL SO I LOVE YOU FOR THAT IF THAT WAS YOU. We checked in and got really cool wristbands saying United Kingdom (IN THE REPUTATION FONT) I WAS ALREADY DEAD.

We went to drop off our bags and me and I met 2 beautiful, amazing girls called Emma ( @taylorsmusic ) and Flora ( @spoookyswift ) and we were FREAKING OUT TOGETHER. We just couldn’t comprehend that we could potentially meet our idol. We talked about everything and I genuinely think I have 2 new best friends for life. I LOVE YOU GUYS. We were on the last bus to leave so we waited foreverrrr and my nerves were building up so much and I was FULL ON ALL OVER SHOOK.

Everyone on the bus was SO EXCITED and we were all dying together. It was such a combination of nerves and excitement like I can’t even describe it. So we FINALLY arrived at our secret destination and were escorted to the entrance to be searched etc (there was a big box of socks for some reason and it made us laugh so just thought I’d add that in and also a few half finished smart water bottles👀).

Okay so then we went through to TAYLORS HOUSE. It was beautiful and there was so much food laid out and I had a REPUTATION COOKIE and CUSTOMIZED REPUTATION M&MS and CHICKEN TENDERS. Taylors playlist of the songs she loves was playing in the background and we were LOVING LIFE. (Side note: my mom loved the olives you put out taylor so thanks for that) So basically me, Emma and Flora were chilling together (we were not chill at all tho) and everything was fine THEN Flora goes “oh my god, that’s Scott” AND IM LIKE WTF AND WE ALL LOOK OVER AND DIE LIKE WHAT WAS HAPPENING BEFORE OUR VERY EYES THE KING OF GUITAR PICS WAS HERE. We went and spoke to more amazing people and life was good…THEN TREE COMES THROUGH AND IM LIKE WHATATSTSS THATS A LEGEND THEN NOT LONG AFTER THAT WE SEE ANDREA AND WE ALL DIED. I CRIED WHEN I SEEN ANDREA IDK WHY IT JUST GOT TOO MUCH AND SHES MY QUEEN. IT GENUINELY FELT LIKE A DREAM LIKE SURELY THIS WAS NOT REAL.

Finally, after a while, we went through to THE LIVING ROOM. YES. A CHAIR. A SPEAKER. WE ALL KNEW WHAT THIS WAS. ME, EMMA AND FLORA HAD A LITTLE SUPPORT NETWORK GOING ON BECAUSE WE WERE ALL HOLDING HANDS BECAUSE WE WERE NOT PREPARED AT ALL. I cried - yeah she wasn’t even here yet and I cried. So anyway THEN I’m like I can’t even do this and my heart is beating abnormally fast. And that’s when she appeared…

I COULDNT BELIEVE MY EYES. MY ANGEL. MY EVERYTHING. GENUINELY LIKE A METER AWAY. NO WAY. Okay so then I SOBBED even more and I was uncontrollable (I finally did calm down but omg it was so hard I couldn’t stop crying) - thank you Emma and Flora for helping me LOL. Side note: her hair was so curly and pretty and she wore this camo dress thing and SNAKE BOOOOOOTS and a snake ring and yeah I was like GO GURLLL. IN THAT MOMENT I DIED IT WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING.

On to the album, obviously you guys understand I can’t say much at all BUT REPUTATION IS MY FAVOURITE ALBUM BY FARRRRR. Like it’s genuinely so different but so genius - it’s incredible. She’s so talented and you can tell she’s worked so super hard for it and I can tell she’s happier than ever through the way she talks and she just seems so content with life and it makes me so proud and happy of how far she’s came. It’s so emotionally complex and THE LYRICS (she’s a genius okay). But there was one song that made me full on SOB and everyone in that room felt something…ANYWAY Taylor herself, during the whole of the session, she was so funny and she’s just so genuine…it was unreal. UNREAL. Some highlights that stand out to me include when during one of the songs she looked right at me for about 20 seconds or so and we just danced and smiled at each other. IVE NEVER FELT SO LOVED IN MY LIFE. To say I’m proud of her for this album is an understatement.

okay so then….IT WAS MEET AND GREET TIME. We were all sitting reading the magazines and talking to each other and it was adorable and even though I was a nervous wreck, everyone was so nice and amazing towards me. When it was time for the picture I was at the waiting point I can’t tell you how I felt. It was indescribable. I seen the 2 girls before me hug Taylor goodbye and it was my turn. I ran up to her and hugged her so hard and she looked at me and went “ITS ABBIE ISNT IT?” AND I WAS NODDING AND I WAS LIKE YEAH ITS ME and she was like “NO WAY I CHOSE YOU LIKE A YEAH AGO LIKE SOOOO LONG AGO” and I was like NO WAY and then I was like “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING YOUVE HELPED ME THROUGH, YOU’VE HONESTLY GOT ME THROUGH SO MUCH” and she was listening so intently and she smiled at me and hugged me and we held hands for a few seconds which was BEAUTIFUL and she was like “you are SO beautiful like SO beautiful and you are SO funny like you’re posts are hilarious” and I started shaking and I told her she was like a big sister to me and then we got a really cute huggy picture and then we got one with my mom which was cute and THEN (THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST MOMENT) the camera guy said to my mom “do you want a pic alone with her” and my mom was like “oh it’s okay I’m just her mom” and TAYLOR WAS LIKE" OH WELL THANKS" IT WAS SO FUNNY. THEN I told her I loved her and she was like I LOVE YOU BUDDY and I gave her one final hug before I left which was MAGICAL (I swear we hugged about 27468273 times).

As soon as I left the room, I BURST INTO TEARS I COULDN’T BELIEVE I HAD JUST MET MY IDOL AFTER LIKE 6 YEARS OF LOVING HER AND FANGIRLING OVER HER. My mom went to talk to mama swift and she said to her “thank you so much for making a beautiful, amazing role model for my daughter” and mama swift was like AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH THEN MY MOM GAVE HER A HUG AND THEN I GAVE HER A HUGE HUG AND MAMA SWIFT WAS LIKE THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING HER AND DOING THE CRAZY THINGS SHE MAKES YOU DO AND I CRIED MORE.


Thank you so so so much for inviting me to your London Secret Session - it was an HONOR to be there. I can’t believe I was given such a beautiful, amazing opportunity and I meant everything I said to you in there and it truly came from the heart. I love you so much and I can’t wait to hopefully see you on tour. You mean the world to me and I can’t wait to hear reputation again and DIE ANOTHER MILLION DEATHS.
I love you so much girl.

Abbie x @taylorswift

Jake Peralta: Stepdad!AU

So this was going to be an actual fic, but, alas, any sort of narrative wouldn’t come, so instead allow me to offer a series of (not at all canon-timeline compliant) headcanons about Amy Santiago’s tiny daughter taking Jake in as part of the family:

  • When Amy starts at the Nine-Nine, she is Very Adamant that Jake will never meet Maya, largely because a) He’s the worst, and b) Maya doesn’t need to see her mother curse out a fellow employee, but mostly c) He’s The Worst.
  • Except she only lasts twelve days, at which point Captain McGinley calls her in on her day off because he’s finally realized that his new detective has started and he wants to meet her, even though they have met four (4) times and he’s assigned two cases to her and Jake
    • It’s supposed to be a short meeting and she promises a very teary-eyed Maya that she’ll be real quick, but she needs to go in without Maya because McGinley looks like he might yell for some reason, Amy can just tell, and Sarge isn’t here and Amy barely knows anyone else and Jake offers, basically
    • Maya is just v. v. teary when Amy blows her a quick kiss before entering McGinley’s office
    • The meeting lasts exactly forty-seven minutes
    • Amy expects A Disaster when she gets out, or at the very least a very stressed-out Jake trying to pass her daughter off on someone else
    • But instead Maya is sitting in Jake’s lap with two of his superhero figurines gripped between her sweaty little hands, patiently telling a story while Jake writes on a piece of paper next to her
    • “And then there’s a dragon,” Maya says breathlessly, and Jake nods along patiently
    • “Fire-breathing or bearded?” he offers, and Maya really considers it for a moment before deciding on bearded. “Got it, I’ve jotted that down.”
    • “I thought no one was allowed to touch your dolls?” Amy asks when she gets to them, and she’s a little stressed out about this whole situation because Jake is suddenly, like, a kind person? Who’s been watching her daughter for forty-seven minutes and counting?
    • “Uh, obviously this is Red Metal Man and Mr. Star, okay.”
    • It’s not. It’s Iron Man and Captain America, and Amy can tell because she’s not totally out of the loop of the cultural zeitgeit, okay, and she sometimes pays attention to movie posters and has very definitely seen at least two of the superhero movies
    • “Plus I believe I said no Santiagos, and that was back before I knew there was a cool Santiago in the clan.”
    • Maya, meanwhile, has grabbed a pen off of Jake’s desk and is now leaning precariously over said desk and drawing on some of the large blank spaces Jake had left on the paper
    • And Amy realizes that Jake was writing down Maya’s story but made sure there was room so she could draw
    • Jake grins at her sheepishly, braces Maya with one hand on her back to make sure she doesn’t slip, and says, “It’s her vision, and she’s, like, a really good storyteller.”
    • Amy swoons, but in a low-key, subtle way. Probably.
    • Anyway, but Jake is also The Worst, so it doesn’t matter

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Young Justice Batmom: Part 8

AN: It has been forever and a day since I last updated this. I love how it turned out and I’m happy this got voted number one! For those of you who don’t know I held a poll on twitter to decide which series update I should post to day and YJ Batmom won! Make sure to follow me on twitter for more polls, and previews! Click Here to go to my twitter!

This chapter is dedicated to @audreythetealovingcat she’s been working on some super top secret stuff for me, and It’ll be going live soon! Thank you again so much, you continue to astound me!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

    You complete the obstacle course without throwing up, which in your book… is a win. Especially since you’d thrown up the last two times you’d done it. If your father could see you now he’d be screaming.

           Years of physical training had gone down the drain in the years since you’d left your father’s organization and married Bruce. You’d never thought you’d have to fight again, and yet … here you were.

           “You’re getting better.”

           You crack open an eye to stare at your son, he’s balancing on his hands, on top of a ball. For a minute, you consider the possibility of him being part seal. You dismiss this as you heave your upper body into a sitting position. “I’m too old for this stuff.”

           Dick cracks a grin, “You’re in your twenties.”

           You nod, “My point exactly. That, and the fact that my husband is a task master.”

           Your eyes slide over to your husband. He’s standing in the corner writing notes on a clipboard. He glances at you for a second before writing something else down. Then without looking at you he says, “You’re the one who wanted to get back in fighting shape. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you, and compared to Ra’s, I’m a freaking walk in the park. Now then, let’s go again.”

           You stare at him, “I want a divorce.”

           Dick slumps onto your back, and wraps his arms around your neck, before asking, “I can live with you, right? And Alfred will come with us, right?”

           Bruce smiles at the two of you before dropping the clipboard and rushing both of you. It’s instinct that has you hopping to your feet. Dick’s legs wrap around your waist, and then you’re running.

           You’re at the disadvantage, and you know it. You’re out of shape, and carrying a thirteen-year-old boy on your back. It’s honestly amazing that you last as long as you do. Bruce takes both of you down while taking the brunt of the fall.

           The three of you collapse in a laughing heap and just lay there. Dick is sandwiched in-between the two of you when he laughs, “We should do this more often.”

           You sigh, “Some families do a game night.”

           Bruce and Dick look at each other for a minute before shaking their heads and saying, “Nah.”

           You roll your eyes and hop to your feet, “Well I am going to go take a shower.”

           Bruce sits up, “What are you talking about, you still have laps to do. You didn’t beat your obstacle course time.”

           You glare at him, “You want to go back to being a billionaire playboy, don’t you?”

           “If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t even entertain that thought.” Alfred says as he enters the gym. “I worked long and hard to put the idea of lifelong companionship in his mind, and I refuse to go back to bimbos walking around in his dress shirts.”

           You glance at your husband, “When the hell did that happen? We got together when we were twenty. After you’d been training for two years.”

           Bruce winces, “I was sixteen, and he was supposed to be gone for the entire weekend.”

           Alfred rolls his eyes, “Like I was going to be that stupid.”

           You stare at your husband, and he stares back, before he says, “How about I forget about the laps, and we stay married.”

           You smile, “Okay, but only for Alfred’s sake.” You lean down and kiss your husband, when you pull back you whisper in his ear, “And maybe a bit for my own as well.”

           He pulls you back down for another kiss, before whispering, “Do you want some company?”

           You glance over at Dick who’s on the parallel bars, “Well we certainly wouldn’t be missed.”

           You grin at each other when the alarm goes off. He growls and you frown. Dick dismounts and simply says, “Let’s go guys.”

    You and Dick head straight for the Mountain while Bruce changes into his gear. You don’t bother with the mask or changing. At this point, the secret’s out, and you could not care less. You watch your son spar with Kaldur, and you find the Artemis at your side a moment later.

    “Hi Mrs. Wayne.”

    You smile at the girl, “Hello, Artemis.”

    The archer smiles back, “Why do you look like you’ve spent the morning getting your butt kicked.”

    You sigh, “Because I live with bullies, and I am waaay out of practice.”

    Artemis chuckles and takes a seat next to you, “So it’s possible to lose the skills, then?”

    You shrug, “I wish that were the case. Instead it seems to be more along the lines of they’re in hibernation. Then I find myself pinned and they seem to wake up a little at a time, and then my body just moves.”

    “Self preservation wins out.”

    You nod, “It would seem so.”

    There’s a moment of silence before she asks, “So does this mean you’re joining the Team or the League?”

    You snort out a laugh, “Neither. I’m a reserve member. I only go if they need me.”

    “Do you have a costume?”

    Your eye twitches, “I don’t do tights.”

    She laughs as Bruce enters, and you follow the kids to the command center. By the end of the briefing your eye is twitching, and you’re radiating anger. No one seems willing to approach you, with the exception of Bruce, and even he seems hesitant.

    “Y/N,” He says slowly.

    “Don’t you dare try to keep me from going, Bruce Wayne.” He winces at the use of his name.

    He tries again, “Y/N…”

    “I hate that damn clown, I hate him with everything I have. He needs to be put down, and I don’t want my kids near him.” Bruce stares at you, and your eyes narrow, “What?”

    “Two things. One we don’t kill, and two when did we get ‘kids’? Last time I checked we had a kid. Singular, not plural.”

    You roll your eyes, “The minute I became den mother those kids became ours. I’ve already dealt with the Joker hurting Dick once, I refuse to see it happen again.”

    “He knows the risk. We all do.”

    “He’s thirteen Bruce.”

    “And what could you do at thirteen?”

    “That’s a different situation.”


    “I was raised by an immortal psychopath who thought it was fun to pit his children against each other.”

    Bruce hesitates for a minute, “What would you suggest?”

    “Send two of the League with them, and I can help the League.”

    Bruce stares at you, “You’ve only been training for …”

    “My whole life Bruce. I’ve been training for my entire life. I’m rusty, I won’t deny that, but I can help take down some plants.”

    He stares at you in contemplation, before sighing. Then he lifts his finger to his earpiece and says, “There’s been a change of plans, Hell Cat and I are going with the Team.” There’s a moment of silence before he barks back, “Of course I’m sure. I’d be next to useless against giant plants. Batman out.”

    You smile at him before leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll go suit up.”

    Dick is less thrilled than you are by the news. “I can’t believe my parents are going on a mission with me! I’m thirteen, I don’t need a babysitter.

    You scoff from your seat in the bio ship, “Richard Grayson, get your temper tantrum under control now, or you can wait in the ship.”

    His head turns to stare at you with the use of his full name, “MOM!”

    You raise an eyebrow, and stare back before he relents and slumps into his seat, “Let’s get one thing straight. The minute I became den mother you all became my kids. This mission is an active fight against high level villains, and I’ll be damned if I let some stupid clown hurt my kids.”

    The kids turn to face you, a bit surprised by your declaration, but no one protests. There’s several moments of silence before Bruce says, “Looks like your days of being an only child are over kid.” There’s a stunned silence before the ship bursts out in laughter.

    The mission is hard, and by the end you want nothing to do with swamps, bugs, or plants ever again. In fact, you’re even considering sabotaging Alfred’s ficus. But you consider it worth it to see Bruce punch out the clown, especially after he went after your baby with a knife.

    “Wow those mosquitos really did a number on you.” Artemis smirks.

    You try to resist the urge to scratch one of the numerous bites on your skin, “Yeah, I can’t leave the house without being doused in bug spray during the summer. Mosquitoes flock to me.”

    “You need a better suit.”

    “Oh, I have ideas for that!” M’Gann calls from the other side of the room. And before you know it the rest of the kids are all pitching in their ideas, before Kaldur says loudly, “Perhaps we should let our mother have some say.”

    You blink owlishly for a moment before, M’Gann says, “Well, Mom?”

    Artemis nudges you with her elbow, “Aunt Y/N?”

    Wally and Dick grin at you, and then Conner too asks, “Mom?”

    You glance at Bruce over their heads and he smiles at you. Smiling you open your arms and say, “We’ll talk about it later. For now, group hug!”

    Then you’re surrounded by your kids. You glance at Dick who’s hanging off your back, and he simply smiles and says, “I guess we’re one big happy family now.”

    You smile and say, “You’re still my baby.”

    He just groans.


Requested: Yo can you do an imagine where y/n and Shawn get into a car accident..And Both are hurt..But y/n is hurt bad.. Shawn’s okay but he is damn worried about her.. like there’s a lot of blood and all.. and all this from Shawn’s POV Thanks gurl ❤

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Shawn’s POV

“Y/n!” I shout, but she’s not responding. Her eyes are closed and she’s crumpled against the side of the car. She’s so still, too still. This can’t be happening. This can’t be fucking happening. “Y/n! Baby, wake up, talk to me.” I’m fighting to get to her, but my damn seatbelt is jammed, and the more I fight it the more my shoulder aches. I need to get to y/n, there’s glass, she’s bleeding. She’s hurt. I need to get to her.

I’m screaming for help, for someone to help y/n, because I’m stuck, and I can’t help her, and I need to know that she’s okay. Someone comes into view, squatting down to get a look into the overturned car, “Are you okay in there?” He shouts.

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Spencer reid dating a plus size reader head cannons

An: so my loves, i saw a lovely post in the spencer x reader tag from a @ladydork who was in need of some plus size reader fics. So i was like fuck yeah we do, so why not start with some head cannons of spencer dating a plus size reader….because i love making things like this.
Tagging: @dontshootmespence @bookofreid @reidbyers @emilyfuckingprentiss

-Thighs. Spencer loves your thighs. He likes to kiss them, bite them, often he runs his fingers up and down them when he reads to you or you guys are sitting and talking.

-He loves when you show off your body, like he knows you are insecure about parts of yourself but he loves watching you get dressed, seeing every part that’s always covered outside the apartment.

-He loves to wrap his arms around your middle, like when you cook or are at his book shelf he will come up behind you and lean his head on yours while you browse or cook.

-He is a sleep cuddler, he just like grabs you and holds you close, and if he reaches put for you and your not there he starts to freak a bit, with his line of work he is always hyper a where of what could happen. But calms down when he feels you return.

-He only lets his walls down with you, when a case goes wrong, you can tell because he gets home and just holds you close, through the night he cries holding onto you.

-He likes laying on the couch with you. You reading to him, his head on your chest or stomach.

-Days when you feel most insecure about your body he can tell, so all through the day he’ll send little texts to you. Telling you how beautiful you are, how he loves you, and you are all he thinks about.

-Sexy times in the beginning are hard, being naked with someone else, but he showed you, through his lips dancing over every inch of you, that you are all he will ever want.

-He loves to pick out outfits for you, showing off his favorite parts of you.

-He loves your butt.

-Beware bending over for he will walk by and pinch, or smack it.

-Meeting the team was a night of anxiety for you and spencer assuring you they would love you.

-And they do, like you have become Morgans second baby girl.

-The kids love you. You have the Reid effect.

-Reid loves to slow dance with you in the middle of the living room. Just grabs you off the couch, you protest but he just hushes you and starts swaying.

-He reads to you at night, he reads slower so a book lasts you a while.

-You two are currently on the 4th harry potter. Yes Spencer does voices. Yes its as cute as it sounds.

-Halloween is a stressful time. Because costume shops suck for plus size decent costumes.

-Spencer nods and after the fifth costume that was marked plus size was horridly fitted to an average woman’s figure he grabbed your hand and lead you to the master of clothing. Garcia.

-You and spencer went as The doctor and the tardis.

-Garcia made you a beautiful police box skater dress, perfectly fit and flattering. And spencer helped with the light up head piece.

-Spencer often does magic tricks for you to cheer you up. Just pulls a paper heart out from behind your ear.

-“pardon me miss…it seems i have lost my heart…oh….ah here it is…right where it has always belonged”

-Master at pick up lines that he hadn’t realized were pick up lines.

-“oh were staying in…netflix and chill style…”

-Actual ball of pure sunshine.

-Never lets you order less food then you should be eating. Often rambling stats to make you eat the proper amount.

-When people are seen staring/judging he is the first to grab your hand stop you, hold your face gently and kiss you with the most love and passion in his entire string bean body.

-At your highschool reunion, he destroys the people who were mean to you. Angry protective reid takes no prisoners.

-‘wow…how’d you get…him? Like….he can see right?’ And spencer just nods sets his drink down before destroying them, their children and future grandchildren.

-Leaves with you and you guys end up getting pizza.

-Loves you. Every single inch.

|| The New Girl ||

{summary: “the other students call Peter ‘Penis’ Parker.”}

this whole story was inspired by a snippet in an ign article that i screencapped and posted yesterday x))))) it was the best prompt for me and i just had to write something short and sweet for it!

this is dedicated to all of my readers out there who have given my stories a chance and followed this blog. i really love you guys and i thank you so much for making this personal blog of mine so much fun to run!

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Who Is That On Your Instagram?

Jace looked at the photo one more time, a huge smile making his jaw almost ache. He’d been smiling so much more than usual lately and he knew the reason why. Making sure he copied it before he cropped it carefully, he made a small adjustment to the brightness and posted it to his Instagram with the caption ‘there is no stopping this smile’ adding the wink emoji as a secret message.

He hoped it was vague enough to not rile suspicion, Jace wasn’t ashamed, not in the least, he just wanted to keep this bit of happiness to himself for a little longer. Two minutes later his phone was ringing.

“Iz?”, he answered, “Everything alright?”

“Who is that?, she blurted, her voice full of accusation

“Who is who?”

Jace had no idea what his sister was on about now, but she’d always been the nosy one. His mind hadn’t found the connection to what he’d done to warrant her question, that was until she connected the dots for him.

“Who is that on your Instagram?”.

Oh boy, he thought, so much for keeping it to himself. But how did she notice, he was sure he was being so slick. It must have been that caption, he was so stupid and mentally kicked himself. 

“What are you talking about, Iz? I posted a selfie”, he tried to redirect her playing innocent.

“And the arm around you?”, the accusatory and curious tone back. 

Okay so it wasn’t the caption.

“It’s a friend”.

“And you cropped them out why?”

“To be polite and not post their photo in case they don’t want to be on social media”.

“So considerate”, she patronized, and he knew she had to be rolling her eyes. “Do I know this friend?”

“NO”, Jace spoke a bit loud but it was too late now. 

“Oh really, that’s funny because Clary could have sworn that watch your friend is wearing is the one she bought for Simon last Hanukkah. And I’m pretty sure I got him a checked blue button down for his birthday, I think your friend is wearing a similar shirt. How funny is that?”

“Hilarious”, Jace deadpanned although his stomach felt nervous like it was flipping around in his gut.

“Even funnier is that Simon told Clary he was going on a date last night. When she asked if it was a first date he said no, and told her he really likes the guy a lot. Also pretty hilarious is that you’ve been kinda busy lately, and - um - smiling more”, she sounded so very smug in her assessment. 

Check and mate, Izzy knew it, her tone of voice said as much, he knew it too. Busted, no way out now, perhaps it was time for him to let everyone in on why he was so happy lately. It wasn’t a bad thing, he really cared a lot about Simon, he even let himself think the word ‘love’ once or twice. 

“Okay”, he huffed in resignation. “It’s Simon”

The squeal on the other end of the phone had Jace pulling it far from his ear. 

“I knew you were seeing someone, but Simon? Oh my god this is too cute”.

“Can you calm down please, Iz”, Jace sighed. 

“So it is Simon?”, a third voice came muffled over the phone from Isabelle’s end.

“Let me guess, Clary is with you?”. 

“Of course”, Isabelle answered like he was ridiculous.

“Okay so I’m glad you two figured it out, but can you keep it to yourselves for now. I really like him too, and I just want to enjoy this before everyone starts freaking out over it”.

“Too late”, Clary giggled in the background.

“Too late, what? Iz what did you do?”.

“Your notifications are about to blow up. Alright bye love you see you later”

“Iz? Izzy? Isabelle what do you mean?”.

It was too late she’d ended the call, and then Jace’s phone started buzzing and chiming incessantly. He had a bunch of missed texts from Alec, Magnus and Raphael, but his Instagram was going off. 

Opening the app he checked his last post and saw Izzy’s comment. 

Oh fuck she didn’t.

‘Hi Simon, you two are so cute. Congrats big brother you landed a good one’ To add extra emphasis she plastered two lines of different color hearts and the heart eyes emoji .

The resulting comments were his friends and family in varying states of shock or delight, a bunch were congratulatory, some hilariously rude, and then there was Simon’s comment. It was life buoy in a sea of insanity, and Jace couldn’t help but let the smile take over yet again. 

‘Cats out of the bag, huh Jace? Congrats to me, I landed a gorgeous one’ with the kiss emoji following. 

Jace ignored every other comment and only answered one, the only one that mattered.

‘There is no stopping that smile because you’re so damn cute ’

The annoying ‘awwwwwwwwww’ Clary commented with right after made Jace roll his eyes but he didn’t care because he’d be meeting his boyfriend, Simon for a lunch date in thirty minutes. But before he could leave, Jace decided to make another post, this time he shared the full photo. Simon was looking at him with the sweetest look on his face, and that is what made Jace smile.

hollyspacey  asked:

Heyyyyy. I wish you would write a Wintershock with this: “Dude why did that siren take on my image to try and seduce you, is there something you wanna tell me?”

“Dr. Foster, the Avengers have returned. Prince Thor requests your presence in the med bay.”

Darcy’s ears pricked up at the announcement and she glanced at Jane to find her wide-eyed with worry.

“Is he hurt? Is anyone hurt?” Jane asked, already closing her laptop and swiping her phone off the desk.

“Only Sergeant Barnes and Agent Barton.”

“Shit,” Darcy whispered in dismay.

She watched Jane from the corner of her eye as the scientist hurried to the door but Darcy, herself, made no move to leave. She desperately wanted to go, but decided she would simply clutter up the area. Post-mission reunions were exclusive to the Avengers and their beloved/close friends only.

“You, too, Ms. Lewis,” JARVIS said.

Darcy looked up, bewildered. “What now?”

“Your presence is required in the med bay as well.”

Jane stopped at the door and turned to her stumped assistant. “Well, don’t just sit there!”

Darcy jumped up and sped after Jane, her mind spinning with concern for Clint and Bucky, interspersed with her bafflement over JARVIS’ message. Sure, she was acquainted with the Avengers, some more than others, but she wasn’t that close to any of them, at least not enough to warrant an invitation to post-mission group hugs.

Jane took the private elevator down to the medical floor, Darcy fidgeting nervously beside her.

“How hurt do you think they are?” she asked, looking around at the slick metal lining of the elevator. It was bigger than the employee elevator and housed a freaking couch in case one got tired of standing.

Darcy didn’t have clearance to use the private elevator.

“I don’t know.” Jane shrugged. “Hope they’re not too serious. Bucky can heal, but Clint…”

“Yeah.” Darcy coughed guiltily. She was more worried about Bucky. Clint was a great guy, no doubt, but Bucky? Bucky was special. He was strong, funny, criminally handsome, and he appreciated Darcy’s choice in movies.

She maybe nursed a small crush on him. Maybe.



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Requested by anon: Woozi for lawyer!au Hehe thanks! 

This was one of the more popular choices when yall voted! I was sure that woozi aus weren’t that popular but my street musician au blew up?? as did this au when people voted??? ever since i made this blog you guys have never ceased to amaze me I LOVE YOU ALL!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS PIECE FROM YOUR FAV MOM!!!

warnings: a Manly Jihoon that turns into a Blushy Jihoon with bad jokes

  • Ok yall im in mock trial so this is some real legit stuffz but i don’t know everything so it’s obviously not completely accurate!
  • This au got quite a lot of votes, a lot more than i expected
  • Here we will explore the concept of Manly Jihoon
  • Let’s get moving!!!!!
  • You’ve been in your current law firm for a few years now
  • You ain’t even an attorney you just file papers rip
  • You’re like i am s O D ON E with this job hahahah :)))))
  • Your office job is like the typical ones you hear about that make you wanna yawn bc they’re just sO B OR I N G
  • #savereader2k17
  • Additionally to your office job, you’re also lowkey a personal assistant for the one and only,,,,,,
  • You guessed it
  • Lee Jihoon
  • The bEST of the best attorneys ever to exist, at least for the defense
  • We’re talking about high-scale crimes that you would only imagine happening, like big scandalous murder cases in mystery novels and movies

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Mutant and Proud - Alex Summers Imagine

Request: Anonymous-  Heya can you do an Alex summer imagine we’re he like just moved into the readers street? Thank you 😊

Warnings: Fluff, angst

Word Count: 1,154

Pairing: Alex Summers x Mutant!Reader

A/N: Sorry I’m trying to write all my request, so I apologize for posting them so late.


Getting new neighbors was honestly that last thing you expected. Not many people bothered to stay in your street for too long. Everyone always wanting to leave. Apparently having a mutant neighbor didn’t go by as a good thing, especially by those who had kids. 

It wasn’t your fault, you were born this way. Your parents saw you as their perfect daughter, you were their pride and joy. Rather than judging you like the rest, they stood by your side and defended you. They understood that this was as much as their doing than your’s, so they taught you how to control your powers. You were given invisibility, after your parents were exposed to a cosmic storm they some how passed down their DNA to you. You were able to create these light waves that rendered any object and yourself to turn invisible.

School wasn’t any easier, kids called you a freak growing up, sure you’ve heard it many times, but what hurt the most was that at some point you were starting to believe them as well. Invisibility did help in situations like being picked on, you were able to hide yourself and get away from bullies. But in other cases if sort of scared off people.

“Morning sweetie,” Your mom and dad were sat down at the kitchen counter doing their morning routine.

“Morning bug.”

“Morning mom, morning dad,” You gave each a kiss on the cheek. 

You went to the fridge to serve yourself some juice when you caught a glimpse of a moving truck across the street through the window.

“Who’s moving this time?” You joked as you took a sip of your glass.

“Actually we have new neighbors.” Your mom informed you. You slightly choked on your drink.

“W-What are you serious?” You looked at your mom in shock.

“Yea I was surprised to, but just to make them feel welcomed I made my special homemade casserole, and you’re going to give them to it.”

“No mom please!” You begged her not to.

“Yes please, you need to get out more, you can’t let this fear take over.” 

“What if I glitch, what if they get scared?”

“Then you embrace your true form.”

“Fine,” You sigh and take the dish from her hands.

“That’s my girl.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes.

You weren’t sure about who your new neighbors were, but you weren’t too keen on wanting to find out either.

You looked both ways before crossing the street. Your neighbors house was fairly big as yours just with more better essentials to it. While your house had a beautiful porch theirs had big elevated stairs to their front door. You climbed the stairs and hesitatingly knocked on the wooden door.

“Coming!” You heard a voice from inside.

The door swung open to reveal a rather attractive guy with blonde hair.

“Hi…umm…I-I’m Y/N you-your neighbor. This is for you.” You stammered while handing off the casserole.

“Thank you Y/n, I’m Alex.” He chuckled.

“Nice to meet you Alex.” You gave a small grin.

“Nice to meet you too.” He smiled. 

“Well it was great to meet you. Welcome to the neighborhood.” You grinned and hurriedly climbed down their steps.

“Nice to meet you too!” Alex yelled back.

The next following weeks went by quickly. You saw Alex around every now and then, and then the other times it would be an awkward encounter.

You were walking down the sidewalk coming back from a run totally unaware of a ball about to hit you. You turned your head and the ball collided with your nose making you stumble over your feet.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Y/N!” Alex knelt down beside you giving you a once over making sure nothing was broken or damaged, “Are you hurt?”

“N-Nope…” You touched your nose flinching as your hand come in contact with it, “But I think my nose is.”

“Well it doesn’t look broken to me.” He observed you, “Can you stand?” He tried helping you to your feet.

“I-I think so?” You then fell down again. You didn’t think about what you were doing because your hands lit up.

“Y-Y/N?” You looked up at Alex. His eyes widened in shock. You knew what you had done as you were too familiar with that specific reaction.

“I’m invisible aren’t I?” Although it was hardly a question since you couldn’t even see you hands. All Alex could do was nod in response. You focused on making yourself seen again. You got up slowly, but avoided his gaze. Too ashamed of what you were.

“You have powers?”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to be friends anymore, I understand.” You muttered.

“Are you serious? That just makes this even better!” He looked at you bewildered.

“How, how could this possibly make things better? I’m a freak!” You exclaimed.

“It makes things better because I don’t have to hide my powers from you, and you are anything but a freak” He looked at you with so much sincerity.

“W-What are you talking about?” You shook your head.

“Well actions speak louder than words, so, j-just, just stand back” He motioned for you to take a few steps. You did as told still completely confused.

Once you were a good feet away from him, Alex raised up his hand and made a fist. Red energy blasted from his hand charging towards the tree he had in his front lawn. You stared at the mark it left. You were incomplete and utterly lost for words. You turned your head to face a smiling Alex.

“W-What? But, how, y-you just, I mean, what?!” You flailed your arms around.

“I have powers Y/N.” 

“I can see that!”

“You’re like me, and you don’t even care if someone see’s you use them!” You shook your head.

“I’ve learned to accept who I am and what I can do, maybe you should too.”

“How do I that?” You whispered. 

He walked towards you and pushed back a misplaced hair behind you ear. 

”You do that, by embracing it,” He caressed your cheek, “You can’t let the fear of having powers take over your life. Accept who you are Y/N. Do something great with your powers. Be a hero to those who can’t fend for themselves. Be a mutant, and be proud about it.” 

You planted your lips softly against his. Alex was right this shouldn’t be how you should live your life. You should be helping people, saving the world, defeating bad guys, but you’d be saving it while kicking ass.

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Fuck Me - Sam

@saxxxology is such a fucking enabler. Happy birthday, bitch. Enjoy your series. Also, reader is an aurologist and Sam is a Legilimens at the specific request of the birthday girl and is a reference to her fantastical HP!AU story, which I’ll link to once it’s posted again.

Fun fact: both boys are their season 3 ages.

(And points to Saxxy for helping me pick a title)

Fandom: Supernatural & Harry Potter
Pairing: Professor!Sam x Student!Reader
Words: 2,189
Summary: A seventh year Hufflepuff finally decides to confess to her crush. He just happens to be her Divination teacher.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), a cum flood, a teacher and student fucking (please don’t actually fuck your teachers/students, guys. Let me have my problematic kink, but don’t actually do it)
Other Parts: Dean - Dickchat

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Secret Admirer || Peter Parker x Reader

Can you imagine Peter Parker being totally in love with you after being friends with you for 3 years, and finally, Peter can’t stand being ‘just friends anymore’ so he decides to win you over with love notes and tiny gifts??

Yet you don’t know it’s coming from him since you always believed he had a crush on Liz? So Petey (being your bff) gets hella embarrassed every time you show him one of the notes and/or gifts he’s given you while giving you a baffling stare at how you still DIDNT KNOW that it’s him???

Let’s write about that. ((Lol lol lol GMM ref, I love Rhett and Link so much))

warnings: fLUFF

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

**dont repost or plagiarize this plot! Reblogs are fine!!


The first note you received happened one morning when you opened your locker to retrieve your books.

Your final year at Midtown couldn’t go by fast enough for you. Despite all of the good memories you had at this place with your friends, you were ready to get out of this school.

All you had to do was finish strong.

Heading toward your locker, you see Peter standing against his locker and gesture at him to follow you, “Come on! Walk with me, it’s been a while since the last time we talked to each other.”

He appeared hesitant, constantly shifting his gaze away from you while he ran a hand through his hair, “What are you talking about [Nickname], I m-mean, we spoke to each other yesterday.”

With a roll of your eyes, you quickly wrap your arm around Peter’s, forcing him to follow you to your locker as you linked your arms together with his. “Come on, dude, you know that I’ll always need my daily spidey fix!”

“Ssh!!! Not so loud, [Name]!”

You laugh at Peter’s flustered expression when you mention his alter ego’s nickname, finding him to be incredibly adorable as he tried to hide the fact that he was Spider-Man.

Reaching your locker, you notice from the corner of your eyes how jittery Peter appeared. While you were working on unlocking your locker, Peter’s trembling seemed to get stronger when it opened as a tiny folded note fell to the ground.

“U-uhm I-I g-gotta go! I just r-remembered that N-Ned needed me for s-something, bye!”

You pick up the note to see your name written in an unfamiliar script on it. About to say something to Peter, you face him, only to be met with his retreating form as he ran off in the opposite direction.

“Okay, that was weird as fuck.” You shrug, returning your attention back to the note as you carefully unfolded it. Upon reading its contents, you felt your cheeks turn red:

I’ve always loved you.


Your thoughts were consumed with that singular note; your mind constantly replaying that simple declaration of love.

You wondered who the author was throughout Calculus, making you completely miss the question when you were called on.

You tried to decipher the handwriting during English Lit, only to be caught off guard when your teacher made you read an excerpt from the story you were discussing.

Even when lunch period came, you found that you didn’t have an appetite as you grabbed a bottle of water with an apple to serve as your lunch for the day.

Finding your usual table next to Peter and Ned, you sit between them, not noticing the way Peter had immediately stiffened.

“You guys, I think I have a secret admirer.” You tell both boys, still looking at the note.

“Really?” You heard Ned ask while taking bites of his turkey sandwich, “I didn’t think any guys would go for girls like you.” He laughs at the joke, making you playfully punch his arm in response.

“Shut up, I’m being serious! Here just take a look at this! The dude said that he’s always loved me!” You show Ned the note, not paying attention to Peter when he choked on his milk. “I mean, it sounds sincere, but there is also a chance that this could have been given to me as a joke.”

While Ned looks at the note, you finally heard Peter as he blurted out, “No one would ever say that they loved you as a joke, [Name]! I wouldn’t- I mean-!!”

You and Ned both give Peter a look of concern, “Peter, what? How would you know that?”

“I don’t kn-know that! Anyways, I gotta go and help L-Liz with something!” Peter stands from his seat, carrying his tray that carried his half eaten food as he threw the contents away before running out of the cafeteria.

Seeing Peter freaking out, Ned was practically smirking now, realizing just who had given you the note. “Here,” he slides the note back over to you, watching you with a curious expression when you sighed.

“Seriously, if this wasn’t a joke, then who wrote it?”

Ned simply shrugs while hiding his wide grin by taking bites of his sandwich.

The boy knew exactly who the author of the note was, but he was never gonna tell you for fear of ruining the fun.


The second note you received came as a delivery to your house as it was coupled along with a cute blue penguin plush.

The note (like the first one) contained a single sentence as you read:

I love you as much as you love penguins (maybe even more so).

What that note stated was an absolute fact. You absolutely adored penguins, and seeing this gift made you even more curious as to who was the identity of your admirer. Because you loved the little blue booger so much, you decided to take him to school with you the next day.

Not caring that so many people were giving you odd looks, you continue to hold the penguin close to your chest, making your way toward Peter. Seeing him with his back turned toward you, you hold up your penguin plush so that it covered your face.

When Peter finally turned around, he jumps at the sight of the penguin plush as you spoke in a cutesy tone, “Peter Parker, I wuv you!! Tell me I’m cute and handsome!!”

“[Name], hey. You scared me.” He gently moves the penguin away from your face, smiling at you as his cheeks were tinged in a slight pink hue, “What’s up? W-was that from your a-admirer?”

You nod and show him a wide grin, “It was from him! And I also got a really cute note, this time saying how my admirer loved me as much as I loved penguins.” You laugh and hold the penguin plush close to your chest, “I don’t really talk about my obsession with penguins, so whoever is giving me these notes must have been watching me for a while now.”

“You have no idea.” Peter mumbles, but you didn’t catch his words, “What was that, Pete?”

He clears his throat and asks, “I was just wondering if you were s-scared of this guy, whoever h-he is, I mean- The f-fact that he’s been paying so much attention to you must make you nervous.”

Your nose wrinkles in response to his question, “Well, I don’t think so. I think that if my admirer ever revealed himself to me, then I would still like him all the same.” You think about it for a few more minutes before admitting, “However, if he turned out to be Flash…” you hold up your stuffed penguin and purposely loom it over one of the trash cans, “Then this little booger is going in the trash.”

Peter couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face, “I’m sure that it wasn’t Flash who gave you those notes and that penguin.”

You laugh and nuzzle your penguin buddy, “Yeah, I think it isn’t Flash either. Whoever is sending me such sweet gifts has got to be hella kind with a big heart.” Staring at Peter, you wink at him and say, “You know, if you did sweet stuff like this for Liz, I’m sure she’d be yours in no time at all!”

When the bell rang, you cursed softly, “Shit, I’m late for my first class. Later Pete!”

You run off to class, leaving Peter alone. He stays still for several seconds before letting out a low chuckle, “God, will you ever know?

I’ve always wanted you from the start.”


The third note you received was delivered to you personally by your secret admirer.

It was the end of the school day, and you were deep in thought. It had been several weeks since you received the first note, and you still didn’t have a clue as to who your secret admirer was.

His handwriting was written in a slanted script, and you had never seen anyone with that handwriting before. This made things a lot more challenging for you, and you were beginning to think that your admirer would never appear.

Being so deep in thought, you end up wandering around the hallways, not stopping until you felt your nose run into someone’s back. Wincing to show your slight pain, you rub at your nose to see someone familiar standing before you, “Ah, hey Peter! D-Did you not go home yet? What are you doing here?”

Peter doesn’t answer you, just silently holds out a folded piece of paper for you to take. You tilt your head and slowly take the letter from him, wondering what Peter was doing with it. Recognizing the slanted script, you gasp and unfold the letter to read:

I’ve been in front of you this whole time. When will you finally begin to see?

“Peter- oh my god, it’s y-” you were suddenly cut off when you felt Peter press his lips against yours. You moan, leaning even closer to Peter when you felt him delve his fingers into your hair. His touch was soft, gentle, reverent even when he pulled away to look at you.

Your face was dyed red, making you look away from him when you murmur, “It was you this whole time?”

He laughs, wrapping an arm around you, “Your oblivious nature was seriously driving me insane. Even Ned knew. You were just so slow that I didn’t think you’d ever figure it out. So I…I had to do something. I like you so much, [Name].”

You laugh and wrap your arms around his back, “Oh God, I’m so stupid. You’re right, the signs were all there! How nervous you were, how you never looked me in the eye when I talked about the notes. Oh, and how- mmmph!”

Peter kisses you again, keeping his eyes shut as he hoped to stop your embarrassing rant about him. It took all of the courage he had to give you his last note, and he wanted nothing more than to finally have you in his arms.

He knew that his feelings were requited from the way you kissed him back, and he couldn’t have been happier when he thought,



Originally posted by eveenstar

2017 Story of Bloody Painter Creepypasta

In order to protect the privacy of the relevant people and the victims, in the following article, except the murderer, the rest of the people’s name has been changed.
The details of the story has arranged a little to make it smooth, but I will try to tell the whole story in this article.

“Mister Helen Otis?"  I called out the boy that sit in front of me, but he didn’t reply.
He is wearing a light blue patient robe, he has deep dark circles under his eyes, messy jet black hair, and his skin is pale as a paper. His gaze look straight at me, like how a predator would stare at its prey.
I am a psychiatrist, and it is my job to interview patients. He came here for some time now, but I did not see him communicate with other patients, he always stayed in the corner of the room. Needless to say, he is an eccentric child.

This is a judicial psychiatric hospital, the only difference between this place and the asylum hospital is that we treat patients with a criminal record. To prevent the patients from going haywire.

His silence made no progress in the interview. "Did you know this?” I pull out a picture in front of him, a black-rimmed glasses on the road, this is his crime case.
He stared at the picture, then speak softly, “Is from my best friend.“
"Do you want to talk about it? “I asked but he just staring at me without a single word.
"Look, since you came here, things have not made any progress. If you can talk anything about it, then just tell me about it, please.” After I finish my plead, he sigh and started to talk, “Is rather a long story…”

His story is about a very quiet teen in the class who was framed by stealing the class very popular person’s watch, then in exchange for long-term brutal group bullying. He and one of the student named Tom became friends, but also later found that his friend framed himself. They argue at the rooftop but after a few pushes, Tom accidentally falls to his death. This is the photo is Tom’s glasses when he fall.
"I tried to save him, I tried to pull him up, but he let go of my hand, I don’t know what was he thinking that time.” He finished his story, then looked down at his hands, seems to be thinking about something. He looks anxious from thinking back the memories.
Actually, before he even talk about his story, I already knew about this. The patient who sent here, their case are recorded in the file. Intrigue cases in school is very common for very much like the teens like Otis himself. Often time has passed, things will be past and forgotten. But in this common- intrigue-school-life exchange a boy who called Tom’s death. Maybe that’s why this is why Helen can’t forget the past or forgive himself forever, after this.
“What happened after that?” I continued my question, at least we are progressing now. He answered, “After Tom’s deceased, Halloween is around the corner, and the school had a Halloween party, and everyone had to dress up to participate the party. I prepared a mask one night before the event, I was tired that time so I went for a nap … and then … I am here. ”
In the file stated that he killed 17 people that night, no one knows how he do it, we don’t rule the fact he got a helper involved.
“Do you remember what happened in the middle? Any details?” I asked. But he shook his head and then continued to look down at his fingers, “Doctor, why am I here?” He asked quietly.
“You will be here, is because you are sick.” I answered, he raise his head in respond. “Come on, you are only 14 years old, your future still very bright. “I gave him a patient smile, hoping to cheer him up. I want to let him know that I am a friend here, not an enemy to him.
This is what I talked to that boy, is the first time that he spoke these much. Well, at least he talked now, we make a very good progress here.

The atmosphere here always suffocates me, maybe because this is a hospital. Not a best place for sane person to stay long.
I get surrounded by different patients every day, I get used to it until now, there is some…different feeling now that I felt lately… I feel like I am a meekly sheep among a pack of hungry wolves, I am pretty sure this place slowly chipping my sanity away a little by little.
I noticed something odd about Helen Otis’s file, I decided to ask him in person in our next coming interview.

We met at the small same room like last time, I greeted him with a smiled and he responded me with a few blinks, I take that as a greeting from him.
As I sat down on my place, I flipped open his file and looked him in the eyes. I questioned the femininity of his name.
Did your parents name you this?
He thought for a minute and told me that his parents has difficulty conceiving children, so they were eager to have a daughter, but instead gave birth to a boy. Due to his mother’s weaker health and their financial can’t allowed them to have another but they craved for another child. So they decided to raise their only son as their only daughter.
As he finished his sentence, he fell into silence. As I was thinking what kind of respond I should gave, he opened his mouth again.
Not only does his name sound feminine, his parents also bought girl’s clothing for him when he was younger, raising him like a daughter instead of a son. Neighbours and children around the street did not know that he was actually a boy.
When he reached the age of six, he had to start schooling. Afraid that the way that raise their child will cause a huge of school concern, parents forced to change him back as son of their own. Maybe this is why he got some feminine characteristic.
"My parents are very fond of me, and I understand their difficulties very much, so I have not complained about them. I do not think they have any problems.”
His family is very problematic, he grew up under his parent’s twisted faith and overly high expectation for him, these will seriously affected his proper character development in his young age, in a bad way. He might lost some basic humane characteristic along when he grew up in such family twisted faith for him but he didn’t noticed it. Plus, he never seems to know how to express his feelings due to his growing environment.
It’s hard to change the patient’s opinion on their family’s origin faith, I wanted to tell him that the way that his parents doing is wrong but this was not the right time to say it.
So I kept my mouth shut.
Although he rarely have any communication with other patients or workers in this place, but he still talk politely whenever he did.
We chatted sometimes, we sat on the white bench in the park, and sunlight pour on us gently with warmth, just like a pair of friends together.
We don’t always talk about something related to hospital, we chatted some nonsense sometimes, and this was the moment that we both felt relaxed, especially me. I really felt my mind loose its tension at the time like this.
In this place, others patients will randomly pick fights with other patients. Neither he didn’t do that nor he didn’t help to solve the fights. He always manage to avoid any chaos here, and live on peacefully. That’s pretty smart of him.
In Year 2001, 3rd of October, he discharge from the hospital after receiving treatment for 6 years and it’s time for him back to the society. He is now 22 years old, he was no longer the young boy when I first met him. 

I was the one seeing him off, thinking back all the times of his recovery really makes me felt happy for him.
“Don’t ever come back here, Helen. If you come back here next time, we will met when you are sitting on the electric chair.” This is the last words I said to him as I pat his shoulder and smiled, he nod in respond. If he didn’t do anything in his past, he is a good guy if you ask me.
I remember the look of him when he left. He wore a dark blue windbreaker and a pair of black pants, his hair was still the same messy jet black hair. Won’t he try to comb his hair a little?
I truly hoped that I won’t be seeing him in this place again.
After he discharged from the hospital, he was behaving well. We sometimes communicate by using emailing or meet up at a café, we chatted about what were we doing now.
He work as moving staff or cleaners for company near the hospital, as a part time job. His body has grown into quite muscular due to his works, at least now he look healthier than he first came in. 
He saved a small amount of cash, he rented a small old house, the environment is quiet and nice, he brought some art tools and started to draw. He told me that he wanted to become a painter. He still didn’t talked much but I am happy that he found his goal in his life.
He said he never blamed his parents for what they done to him but he never once visited his parents once after he discharged. After we confirmed that he wasn’t any threat to the society, we finish our observation on him.
In year 2003, October, there was a few missing cases. Judy George, and Maggie Wang, both age 24 are one of the victims in these missing cases. These cases are very popular that time, but I don’t really care for it that time.

(A User post this photo on social network, he said his CCTV recorded this picture on 31/10/2003, at 2:30 am and stated that “someone tried to break in my neighbour’s house.)

(There is a human figure behind the masked man, he/she seems like fainted.)

Police have no clue who is responsible for these cases, they thought was some guilty pleasure freak were behind these.

(Note: Guilty pleasure, is causing a chaos just to bring fear to the society then pleasured by watching as the society goes haywire about the crime they did. Mostly they do it just for pleasuring themselves so there is no specific aim for the victim to them. So is quite hard to track them down.)

Until the police found out the victims are all same class with Helen Otis before he entered the hospital, also the survivals from the gruesome cases from few years ago. The police decided to go on investigate his place.
When I saw the news, I felt my heart stopped for a moment. I tried to contact him but failed.
Something was going to happen soon.
This is really bad, I sat in front of my TV. My mind jammed like a glue, I can’t think of anything, unable to do anything,
Oh dear god, please no.
This is the only words echoing in my mind.

(Helen Otis‘s old house were under police investigate.)

On 17th of November, the night was dead quiet, all the sound around that place was silence, which make his house in middle of field looks more eerie. The police broke the lock on the door and opened it slowly. A stench of unbearable rotten smell welcomed the intruders from the darkness in the house. One of the police checked the house with his torch, all of furniture of this house mostly were gone. Apparently nobody live here for a long time.
They moved inside quietly to check the source of the smell. Suddenly, one of the police feel something brush against his shoulder, when he pointed his torch up, he saw something that haunted his mind forever. An upside-down human twisted face was eying the police, its neck has ripped wide open.
The police freaked out and called the other polices while he scanned the rest of the house with his torch. The house was hanged full with upside down dead human’s bodies, all of their neck were also ripped wide open, their blood were all dried up, this disturbed scene was like a human butcher place.

(Judy George, Age 24 )

Every single bodies side placed a drawing canvas, the drawing on top of it was all the progress of tortured and killing of each of the victims, this murderer’s taste is really sick to the end. One of the body’s jaw get ripped away brutally, the canvas of this bodies stated “ALL BARK, BUT NO BITE : ) ”. All the colour on the canvas were all in brownish coloured. It is proved to be victims’ blood after police analyses, it all turn in brown coloured because of oxidase.
There was total amount of 5 bodies in this house, they found Judy and Maggie among the dead bodies. The other three bodies are the one who gave the witness about the murder case of Helen to the police few years ago.
With those bloody canvas, this place looks like a gruesome art gallery of victims than bloody butcher place. All of the bodies and canvas were facing the entrance, like greeting the ones who entered this place. Other than sick cruel joke, the police can’t figure out any other intention of murderer doing this.
I fell into despair and panic I never felt before, I really hope that HE is not the one who did all these. After the news was published, neither can’t I eat nor sleep normally. My health was sliding downhill, I am a psychiatrics but my sanity was slipping away from my head. Can’t anything can be WORSE than this? I really want to go back time and punch myself hard. 

(The newspaper of 18th of November, 2003)

The next day after the news was released, I received the call from the police and they ask me about the murderer. They received Helen Otis’s patient file from me, I told them everything knew about him. The police noticed that I am not in a wellbeing, I told them that I am not fine at all lately. I told them that Helen Otis is really a good person, he just walked the wrong path, I THOUGHT I could help him to walk the right path.
The police found a letter at the crime place. They asked me to be calm after reading the letter, the letter that is….for me, I carefully received the copy of the letter from the police, then they left after that.
I stared at the letter, thinking of whether to read it or not. I really think my mind is at the edge, but maybe there is answer I longed in the letter.
As I sat back in my couch, I don’t how long was I staring at the letter in my hands. Then I slowly opened the letter and begun to read it…

“Dear doctor, I finally remember what happen that night after I look at my mask. That night 6 years ago, the day before Halloween, I keep fidgeting on my bed, unable to sleep. All of the things that happen to me stings my mind like needles, that time I thought to myself, I need to do something about it! Then it happen… I threw an activated hair dryer in student’s public bathtub, there are lot of people present. I remember I use a simple fork to dig someone’s eyes out of their sockets, I remember I ripped someone head from their neck, I attacked all the people who lives in the student dorm… I can’t fully remember some details, I just do what my mind tells me to. When no one was screaming nor struggling anymore, the peace fall upon me, a peaceful feeling I never felt before. I fall to my well-deserved slumber, on a pile of bloody bodies.
When I open my eyes again, I saw you, doc.
You said that the reason I am here is because I am sick. Well, I must pretty ill for now but I never feel so peaceful in my life. Maybe, I am better off to sick like this.
You told me that next time if we met are on the electric chair. What if there is other way round? You must know that I got my own way to meet you in person. See you soon  : ) “

When I finished his letter, my mind when completely blank.
What the hell is he trying to say?
His last words send a chill down my spine, I feel like a prey to him, I become one of his option to hunt down.
Wait, no.
Maybe when he was still in the hospital, I AM already a prey to him, maybe he longed for this day to come. God knows what going on in his head? He never show his emotion, eventhough I am his doctor but I could never truly understand what kind of person he was. I even think his as my friend, Hell, I even think him as my own child! All the memories where we sit and chatted like a friend flashed through my mind, which is real? Which is fake? Why am I so fucking dumb till I forget the rules of the hospital!! They won’t send any sane person into that fucking place!!
The police can’t track him down until now, they can’t provide full protection for my daily life. My life is like a unstable time bomb, till the day he is not track down, I never going to know what he going to do, my chance of getting kill by him will always remain.
I don’t know when will be the worst scenario occur to me, so I write these down, at least I won’t die without letting others know what happen, that’s what I think.
I live alone, this is really bad. I began to be paranoid about my environment, even a little things could make me jump.
Before any of these happen, he used to be the most harmless patient I ever met with but now, he is the one who can kill me any second he want, like a helpless prey.
This is what I get from ignoring the fact that he is a criminal, and tried to save him myself. This is not any lost teen who walked the wrong path in their life, this is actually a real life crime! And here I am, staring at what he really cable of.
Maybe his well behaviour was all nothing but an act. The moment that I felt happy for his “recovery” is only me, myself only. I don’t know how to face him anymore, I don’t know what going to happen next.
I truly hope everything will be okay soon.
I just heard my house’s locked door open.

(This articles was written by Dr. Elmer Christopher’s notebook in the drawer, there is some old newspaper articles attached along it. He already moved out of this house when the new house owner found these and posted it online.)

Concuss and In Love

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Slight injury (mild concussion), Language (I dropped the f-bomb a few times, sorry I swear like a sailor), So fluffy it will rot your teeth out

Word count: 2088

A/N: So, this was written spur of the moment today. No outline, no plan, I just picked up my phone in the car and started typing. This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing or as most of you know her by Kari’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 7. The prompt was “Stop filming me, moron!”. I added a word to it to make it flow in the story hope that’s ok. I am not a nurse or doctor, but I did do research on concussions and at home treatments so if any of this is wrong I apologize. Sorry if this is complete shit like I said it was written in like a few hours. No beta so all mistakes are mine. And I always forget to add this but none of the GIF’s or pics are mine except for the text and social media posts and supply basket edit. Those were created by me. 

Summary: You are enjoying a nice relaxing morning in your home, when your husband Jensen comes home early scaring the crap out of you. This fright, however, may have been a little more dangerous than Jensen thought.

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

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GeekGirl and FanBoy

A/N: Drabble request for @marvelatbarnes. Imagine where the reader and Juice are geeking out in front of the other club members. Thanks for the request, lovely! Hope you like x

You ran down the hall of the clubhouse, screeching out to your best friend, laptop in hand.
“Y/N, what’s wrong??” Juice asked you, his voice muffled.
He’d been working on club stuff when you came out, and was so in the zone that when he heard you yelling, he looked you over for injuries, missing the smile on your face.
“THOR IS COMING TO COMICCON!!” You turned your screen to face Juice, pointing at the announcement post made on the ComicCon website.
“OH MY GOD, NO WAY!!” Juice’s eyes were wide and bright, fists clenched tight in excitement.
“What on Earth is going on with you two?” Chibs asked, turning in his barstool to face you. His voice was also muffled.
“ONLY THE GREA-” You started before Chibs stopped you, hopping down from his stool and walking over to you, removing your headphones from your head.
“Only the greatest thing to ever happen to us! Thor is coming to ComicCon! He got added to the lineup last minute, was able to make it!”
You and Juice danced around, the rest of the club watching you with concern.
You both stopped, looking back, slightly blushing.
“Neeeeeeeeeeeeerds!!!” Tig yelled out, to the amusement of the others.
“Yeah, yeah.” You said, Juice rolling his eyes.
You’d both had heard it so many times, but you didn’t care.
Meeting Juice at the gaming store you worked at, you’d quickly become best friends. When Juice wasn’t out doing club business and you weren’t working, you were joined at the hip, geeking out over all your favourite movies, games, comics, everything.
The other club members always teased you guys, but were glad that Juice had found someone to freak out about all that stuff with, even if it was so they didn’t have to fake interest.
“Do you reckon Clay would let you take time off from club stuff to go?”
“I hope so, I really wanna go!” Juice replied. “We’ll ask him when he gets back.”


“You wanna go away to a nerd convention?” Clay asked, looking disapprovingly at you guys like you were his children.
Both you and Juice had ambushed Clay as he’d rode into TM’s parking lot, having waited all day for him.
“Please, Clay, it’s only in San Diego. I haven’t asked for any time off in months and we’d really love to go.” Juice said, asking Clay.
“You are literally the greatest man alive, even greater than a Norse god. If you tried to lift his hammer, you would be worthy and possess the power of Thor.” You said, trying to sway the old man.
“Hardly anything you ever say to me makes sense, Geek Girl.” Clay replied.
“Pretty endearing, huh? Endearing enough to let my best buddy here come with me to San Diego in a month?” You raised your eyebrows, biting your lip and nodding your head slowly, watching for any indication on Clay’s face of a positive answer.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes.
“Yeah, you can go. But,” He added, before you started getting overly excited.
“Juice, you gotta be reachable if we need you. Phone on at all times. You too, Y/N, in case we can’t reach Juice.”
Both you and Juice nodded and started dancing around again.
”Save the dancing for the party tonight.” Clay said, walking into the clubhouse, the pair of you following him.

”Okay, tickets are purchased, and we have our passes to meet Hemsworth and get pictures.” You said to Juice as he walked into the room, the confirmation email having been sent through to your phone.
”I’m gonna start looking up hotels tomorrow.” Juice replied. He’d been helping make sure everything was set for the evening.
”Juice, Y/N, come out and party!” Jax came knocking on the door of Juice’s dorm room.
”We should go out there.” Juice said, and you nodded.
The party hadn’t been going on for long, but it was going off when they got out there. They hung out, chatting and drinking with everyone.
After a while, Juice went and sat on one of the couches, and you went to get beers. As you brought them over to your friend, you stopped dead, appearing to be staring into space.
“Costumes!” You blurted out.
“But it’s less than a month out!” Juice replied.
“So we’ll just do one really good one each. We only have to wear it for one day if we want, but you can’t go to ComicCon without dressing up!”
Juice took a beer from you and you crawled into his lap, pulling out your phone.
Putting his arm around you and his head on your shoulder, he watched as you pulled up the Pinterest app, checking out other people’s cosplays.
“Who should we go as?”
“You should go as Shades from Luke Cage!” You responded, seeing a picture of him as you looked through the pictures.
“No way, I couldn’t pull that off!” Juice said, scrolling further through the feed.
“Well, we could just go as Thor and Loki, I mean, that’s kinda the reason we’re going, right?”
“Yeah! Let’s do it!”
“You know, Juice, there’s croweaters that’ll sit on your lap and give you a better time.” Tig said, seated a short way over from them, a crow giving him a lap dance.
Juice waved him off, not even bothering to look at him.
“You know what we should do.” Juice said.
“Marvel marathon.”
“Right now?” You asked.
Juice shifted under you and you stood, letting Juice up. He took your hand and lead you to his dorm.
Taking off his kutte and sinking into his bed, you grabbed more drinks from the bar fridge in his room.
Sitting next to him against the headboard, Juice scrolled through the movies on Netflix, finding the first Thor.
As the movie played, you got to the scene where Jane gave Thor mortal clothes to change into.
“Maybe I could go as Jane for one of the days.” You mentioned offhandedly.
Juice turned to you, and before you knew it, he had kissed you.
When he pulled back, you had the same face that Jane had when she saw Thor without his shirt on.
“Whoa.” You said, not sure what else to say, or if you possessed the vocabulary to say it.
“Wanted to do that for a while.” Juice said, blushing, looking down at his lap.
“If I’m going as Jane, you should go as Thor.” You replied. “Would look a bit weird if Loki was kissing Jane.”
You both chuckled, and Juice cupped your cheek with his hand, pulling you in for another kiss.

Daddy issues

What happens when you can’t pay for your 5 doughnuts and one hot chocolate order, because you forgot your wallet at home? You find yourself a sugar daddy. Or that’s what happened to a grumpy Min Yoongi.

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Jeon JungKook | ft. Kim NamJoon

Word count: 4977

Warnings: Maybe swearing and future smut

A/N: Another fic that was originally posted on AO3. I plan on finishing it over here because I really love the idea and in all honesty, I think it’s my favorite that I’ve written. Also in here JungKook is older than Yoongi. Hope you’ll enjoy!

“One hot chocolate. Three doughnuts. One chocolate pretzel…hmmm…and…huh…you know, make it 5 chocolate and cherry doughnuts…” Yoongi said to the cashier dressed in a rumpled bright green uniform with a mustard yellow shirt underneath. She had a small name tag attached with a safety pin that said “Mindy”. He felt kind of bad for her, but at the same time he didn’t have much time to meditate over the thought, because guilt was creeping into his mind, thinking about what he just bought.

“Crap! I’ll regret this later…for sure I’ll end up a closet with four doors…shit! I don’t fucking care for now, actually. This is for later!” he said to himself, trying to avoid the unavoidable confrontation with the cold truth. He was binge eating. Again.

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Companions AU Chapter 2

(Ha it rhymes!)
Have more of this, because I can’t seem to stop for the life of me-
Chapter 1- https://tokyoteddywolf.tumblr.com/post/161222635468/how-about-cat-boy-shiro-shance
“Lance, give me one good reason why I’m not slaughtering you right now.” Pidge grumbled, arms folded over her chest as she leaned against the pristine white wall of the Hybrids Hospital, in the room where the Cat Hybrid Lance had found a while ago was getting examined.

Lance smiled sheepishly. “Umm, because I had no idea you’d pulled an all nighter again and called you down here anyways?” He asked nervously, sweating slightly under the Halfling’s intense predatory glare. Hunk raised his head from where he was examining the Maine Coon Hybrid’s ears.

“No arguing you two. Especially not at this time of day.” The big human scolded lightly, before turning his attention to the infected stump. “Hmm… sheesh Lance, you really brought me a tough case here. This needs surgery to remove the damaged flesh and bone, and fast. You said you found him in the alleyway next to your house?” Hunk questioned, Lance nodding confirmation.

“Yeah, around 4am or so.” Lance clarified, glancing at the clock on the wall and wincing. It was 11 on a Saturday morning, and he’d been awake the entire time, cleaning up the mess in the bathroom, calling Allura to give him a week off while explaining he’d taken in a stray Hybrid, calling Hunk for a Vet appointment for said Hybrid, calling Pidge in case the Hybrid was microchipped, and researching what Hybrids were able to eat. He was nearly dead on his feet at this point.

“He doesn’t really look feral to me. Though whoever owned him previously definitely abused him, poor thing.” Hunk sighed, rubbing the Hybrid’s ears. The Cat let out a quiet, broken purr and leaned into the touch, pleased.

“Hey, I’ll pay for the vet bill, Hunk. Just make him feel better. You should have seen how scared he was of me, at first. Then once I got him a bath and some food it was like I was suddenly God to him or something, he looked so happy. I thought he was going to cry when I showed him the guest bed.” Lance muttered, remembering the look on the Hybrids face as he allowed the Cat to sleep on the mattress. He’d grown attached to the black and white Hybrid overnight, and he was considering adopting the poor thing by this point.

The Hybrid in question mewed softly, tail tip twitching while he tilted his head slightly at Lance. Hunk smiled tightly, recognizing the symptoms of Hybrid abuse quite clearly from his best friend’s words. Pidge made a gentle, distressed chirp and extended a wing to brush against her human pal’s arm reassuringly.

“Well, once Hunk fixes him up, I’ll scan for a microchip and see what bastard owned him.” Pidge murmured, before eyeing Lance suspiciously. “Dude, you look tired as fuck. Did you get any sleep last night?” The Halfling Owl asked, poking the lanky human in the stomach.

Lance blinked blearily, lightly batting Pidge’s hand away sluggishly. “I dunno, I got home around like, one in the morning? And one to four is… uh…” he narrowed his eyes in concentration, muttering quietly in Spanish under his breath before perking up again. “About three hours or less?”

Pidge squawked in alarm and Hunk’s head whipped up. “Dude! You need to go home and get some more sleep, pronto! That’s not good for your health, buddy.” Hunk cried, startling the Hybrid into a low hiss. Hunk turned to the Hybrid and rubbed his ear soothingly, relaxing the Cat back into compliance.

“Listen, Lance, I’ll get this Cat some surgery for his arm and any internal problems he might have while you go home and get some sleep. I’m guessing you already called Allura to explain why you won’t be at work today?” Hunk asked, hands on his hips and raising an eyebrow.

Lance nodded. “Yeah, I have the week off. She said I have to bring my new companion by once he’s all better though, you know how much she loves Hybrids.” He cracked a weak smile at his best friend, Pidge snickering to the side.

“Alright. Well, let’s get the big guy here prepped for surgery. Lance, would you mind helping out? I need to put him under so he doesn’t freak out when you leave.” Hunk motioned Lance over, and Pidge popped up next to the Hybrid as he was gently laid down on the bed.

“Why Lance?” Pidge questioned curiously, eyes following the twitching tail as Hunk prepared a tranquilizer.

“Cats tend to trust those who’ve fed and cleaned them more than strangers, and I want to keep him calm while I put him under. I need to do it now, otherwise we risk the Hybrid panicking and possibly worsening his injuries. So I need all his focus on Lance while I tranquilize him.” Hunk explained, moving over to the Cat in question.

The Hybrid made a questioning chirp as Lance ran his fingers through the now fluffy white forelock.

“Hey, Kitty. Hunk’s gonna make you sleep for a little, but once you wake up I’ll be here and you’ll feel a whole lot better, okay?” Lance assured the Cat Hybrid, scratching lightly behind the soft triangle ears.

The Hybrid smiled slightly and purred, silver eyes trusting but flickering with panic and pain when Hunk inserted the needle.

The Cat made a startled yowl, jolting away from the Vet, curling towards Lance, but the syringe had already deplunged all the way and Lance watched quietly as the Cat fell into a motionless sleep, still stroking his head. Lance sighed and pulled away regretfully, allowing Hunk to rearrange the Cat on the bed.

“Good afternoon my lads! Dr. Garrett, I believe you paged me?” A cheerful, familiar redhead nurse popped into the room, twiddling his mustache and grinning at the room inhabitants.

Hunk looked up with a smile. “Ah, Coran, perfect timing. This Hybrid is to go in for surgery, if you don’t mind calling Dr. Ryner down?” The kindly Vet asked, the nurse nodding and dashing off to find the female surgeon.

“Hey Lance, we can’t just keep calling this guy ‘The Cat’ or ‘The Hybrid’ all the time. Should we name him something to call him for now?” Pidge piped up, Lance startling out of his sleepy daze to look over at the kitty in question.

Lance hummed thoughtfully and ran his fingers through the white forelock one more time, thinking. Just then, a gentle Japanese pop song floated over the radio, and Lance was hit with an epiphany.

“How about Shiro?” He said, looking at his two friends. Pidge choked and Hunk sweated lightly in secondhand embarrassment, though for Lance or the Hybrid he didn’t really know.

“Shiro? Really, Lance? You’re calling him White in Japanese? I can’t believe how much of a weeb you are.” Pidge groaned, smacking her palm against her forehead. Hunk chuckled.

“Shiro will be fine for now, we’ll just say it’s a nickname for something.” Hunk explained as he moved around the room, putting away the medical equipment he’d used to examine Shiro, as he was now called.

“I’ll think on it more when I get home, thinking is hard when I’m half asleep.” Lance muttered, swaying.

Pidge grabbed his arm to stop him from toppling over. “I’ll drive you home. It’s a wonder you got here in the first place, half asleep with an injured Hybrid. Keys, now.” The Halfling demanded, and Lance gratefully dropped his car keys into her hands.

He took one last glance at the peaceful look on Shiro’s face though.

Lance prayed for a successful surgery, for both their sakes.
Four chapters. Four chapters is when I deem it an official AU in for the long run. Don’t be afraid to send me asks about this AU! I love reading comments on my work, Anon or otherwise :3 so….. Chapter 3, anyone?

I’m Gonna Woo You (Dean x Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Length: 2226+ words

TW: Mentions of kids dying 

A/N: This may be the last Dean fic I’m posting in a while (even though I have 3 WIPs. I have a lot in WIP/Drafts, but I wanna post some more Hamilton fics + Dreamer (Series) before I post anymore Dean stuff. So enjoy some more Dean fluff~ 

You had just broken up with your boyfriend. It was amicable. The distance was never a problem, but mentally you guys just weren’t invested in the relationship anymore. Then he told you he found another huntress that he really likes, and the moment he thought he liked her, he told you about it. You respected the fact that he was truthful to you, and you gave them their blessing- even going as far to make sure that he knew he still had a friend in you. When you told Dean about it, you were catching up over a drink in Lebanon where you knew he, and his brother resided.

You, and the Winchesters had known each other for two years, on a vampire hunt that you were checking out. He, and his brother were there first so they had dibs on the case, but they told you that you could stay, and help them, which turned out for the best because the pack was bigger than researched. Ever since then, you’ve stayed in touch with the Winchesters. Once in awhile you would ask them a few hunting questions, and vice versa. Soon, the texts were occurring more and more- especially with the oldest Winchester. The messages were becoming personal, and after that it became habitual for the two of you to exchange information on your latest hunts. If the two of you were close enough, it was a silent agreement that you guys would visit. It was a nice, comforting relationship.

“So, that’s what I’ve been up to. What about you, Dean? Anything new?” you asked, putting a hand on his arm.

He swirled the drink in his hand, staring at it intently. Finally, he exhaled. “Listen, sweetheart, I have shit timing, but I just need to say it.”

Dean paused, and you raised your eyebrow, wondering what he could possibly be telling you.

“I like you,” he blurted out. “A lot.”

“Oh.” It was your turn to be silenced. Your relationship with Dean was amazing, and of course you would consider dating him. He was handsome, kind, intelligent, strong, and an overall amazing person, and most importantly, he made you happy. “Wow.”

“You don’t have to say anything- We could just forget this ever happened,” he said quickly, his shoulder already dropping in disappointment.

“You should really give me a second here, Winchester. You kinda blindsided me,” you teased playfully. “I like you too.”

His gaze snapped to meet yours. “You don’t have to say it just because-”

“Oh, hush, Dean. Let me finish. You’re an amazing guy, and nothing would make me happier right now than to give us a chance, but-”

His face looked crestfallen, and you couldn’t help but reach out to caress his cheek.

“But I don’t want you to feel like you’re a rebound guy. You don’t deserve that. So I’m going to woo you.”

“What?’ he asked with a laugh, thinking you were joking. But you were not.

“I’m serious! I’m going to woo you. I’m gonna hang out with you, flirt with you, make more sexual comments than we have already, and-”

“You really don’t have to do that,” he said sincerely.

“I want to. You deserve to be treated right, and I’m going to make sure you know I want you as much as you want me.”

“And how do you know how much I want you?” His smile turned into a smirk as he leaned closer.

“Easy. I’ll just look down at your crotch.”

He threw his head back in laughter. “Alright, sweetheart. Do your best. Woo me.”

“Prepare to fall in love with me, Winchester.” You nudged your elbow on his ribs, missing the look he gave you.

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“I want something more.”


During the season finale of season 6 we finally saw why ‘The Donna’-project has been brought on the show; to make Donna question her life (both professionally and personally) and in the last Darvey scene of that episode we got to see Donna opening up to Harvey about this project in a way she hadn’t done to anyone else before.

While the scene started out as Donna seeking legal advice (a second opinion on the offer they got) from Harvey, it quickly turned into something bigger after Harvey gave her the same answer Louis and the other guys told her; to take the money.

D: I don’t want the money.

H: Donna -

D: I want something more and I’ve never said that out loud, but I can’t pretend that’s not true anymore.
H: What do you mean “more”?

D: I don’t know. I guess I’m going to have to figure that out.

I personally love love love this scene and wouldn’t change a thing about it, but I’ve seen two questions going on about this in the Darvey fandom. “Why didn’t Harvey say or do something?” and  “Will Harvey support Donna?”

As for the first question, I’m going to quote a part from this post by Ana 

“And this scene was her saying she might want to do something else and he was so freaking shook about it + what is he supposed to say other than be supportive and understand where she is coming from? I honestly love that scene with all my heart. I don’t think it was important for him to say something in that moment. I don’t think it was important to Donna to hear him say something. That scene was about her. About her life and future. It wasn’t about Harvey and his feelings. NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT HARVEY.” - @annnahatcher

Cause seriously what could he have said?

He was basically in shock again, just look at his face, that’s the same expression when she told him she was leaving him at the end of season 4.

Except back then, he knew something had actually happened between them. This time there wasn’t anything directly going on and she still gave him this news. The news, that most likely made him think about his dream again. Of her ‘leaving him’ (his words) when she says she doesn’t work for him anymore and even though Donna’s line in the 6.16 scene is super broad and it isn’t further specified what she means with it, because quite simply Donna doesn’t know. We can’t deny that this line resulted from her little business/work adventure and is amongst other things connected to that. To wanting more on a professional (and personal) level.

As for the other question. “Will Harvey support Donna?”

YES HE WILL and let me tell you why I think he will.. If we look at Harvey’s character there are a few things he values most; loyalty, trust, family, etc. But especially loyalty is one of the things that has been pointed out time and time again in the show, not just between Donna and Harvey, but Harvey and Mike, Harvey and Jessica, basically anyone important in his life. The importance of loyalty is so rooted in his being that it was even the quote he used in his High School yearbook.

“Loyalty is a two way street, if I’m expecting it from you, you’re getting it from me.”

It’s also the very basis of the deal Donna and Harvey made the moment she came to work for him in the D.A.’s office. ”Here’s the deal. I will take a bullet for you and I don’t mean that literally. But what you do for me is, when I  need   something, you give it to me. It’s not just a one-way street.”

And over the course of twelve years they’ve both shown how loyal they exactly are to the other. Whether it was by helping the other, protecting the other, fighting for the other or choosing for the other. They’ve been doing this from the very moment they met and they still do (and will continue to do so).

On most occasions this agreement, this portrayal of loyalty was shown with firm/business related events. From Harvey asking Donna to call in favours from friends (Stephanie Liston at the U.S. Attorney’s office), to Donna protecting Harvey by taking evidence with her from the D.A.’s office and later giving this to Jessica to help with the case. To in her eyes protecting Harvey by destroying the General Motor’s memo.

A great example of testing this loyalty is shown in season 2, right after Donna got fired. We see Harvey showing up at her place to check up on her, get her to come in for the mock trial and we get the following conversation. In which she pointed out that what she did was to protect him as part of that almost silent agreement they made years ago and in return she’d expected him to fight for her.

Episode 2.07: Sucker Punch

D: Yeah, important for me to get up there and say I screwed up trying to protect you?

H: You did screw up.
D: Yes. To protect you.
H: Which I never asked you to do.
D: No, you just expected me to do it. Like I expected you to fight for me.

Donna eventually gives in and shows up at the mock trial, to help with Harvey case, but she gets humiliated in the process by Louis badgering the same question in her direction over and over again until Harvey finally gets up and tells Louis to stop.

Episode 2.09: Asterisk

D: You just had to jump in there at the trial, didn’t you? You just had to fight my battles for me.
H: Yeah, I did that because the last time I saw you, you were pissed that I didn’t fight for you.

Although Harvey’s actions didn’t exactly result in what Donna wanted, he did do what she asked and he promised to a long time ago. Fight for her, like she had done for him. Show her that same loyalty and he continues showing this by getting her back at the firm. Something he’s been doing since the day she quit the D.A.’s office, he fought for her then too. To get her to come work for him at the firm, because as he told Jessica. ‘And I’m not coming here without her.’

And sometimes it’s personal. I think one of the biggest examples of this is when Donna’s life is on the line. Whether he was somewhat at fault or not, he fought for her and he chose her. Over any case going on at the time. From telling Mike that he doesn’t care what happens with the Liberty rail case as long as he can protect Donna, to him immediately saying  “I’m going to take care of her” when Mike was under investigation of fraud to even when it came down to it and Donna offered a possible solution to stop Mike from going to jail, he said “Donna, I’m not trading you for Mike. Period.”

(All examples of Harvey picking Donna over whatever was going on at hand and the fact that right now Harvey focussed on Mike and the Bar hearing instead of Donna is because of one big difference. HE DIDN’T KNOW. Harvey knew about the project, yes, but he had no clue what they were exactly doing with it, let alone the problems it was facing.  This is mostly because of Donna herself, she told Benjamin to keep Harvey out of it. She wanted to do this as herself, not as an extension of Harvey and when she needed help she went to Louis, because she knew Harvey was busy with Mike, something she also pointed out in that last scene where she did go to him… but you can’t tell me that if Harvey had known earlier he wouldn’t have tried to help. Same for those saying  ‘Harvey seemed fine the next day’.. well yes, he just got his friend into the Bar. Donna was happy too in that scene, regardless of what was going on in her life.. but now imagine Rachel picking up Mike to go home after that last scene from 6.16.. Do you think he’d still be this happy when his gaze would fall on Donna’s cubicle, or would that conversation she had with him the day before, that reminder of his dream be brought back to mind?)

As mentioned above.. besides the times Harvey fights for her life, the ‘needs/ favours’ Harvey has Donna deal with are often business related or to get her to stay with him/work for him, yet Donna often calls in her ‘chits’ with him when it concerns a mutual friend. Like when she asked Harvey to get Louis a new job or when she asked Harvey to go and talk to Mike about Rachel.  They even used the “Need?” “Need.” again in the latter situation, just as when he asked her to come back to the firm. It’s like this is their way of asking the other to take up on that deal they made all those years ago.

What’s interesting about the scene in 6.16 (especially because it’s placed at the end, after Donna helping Harvey with Mike’s Bar deal while she already knew her own project might be at risk of failing) is that this time, she points out how she’s been helping others time and time again.

“Harvey, I know you’re in a rough place right now, but whatever’s going to happen with Mike is going to happen. You’ve done everything you can. AND I’M TIRED OF PUTTING MY WANTS ON HOLD.”

This is her admitting, maybe for the first time to herself, let alone aloud, that she has always been putting her life on hold and she isn’t going to do that anymore. (and she did this in front of Harvey). And I personally think that is HUGE and I feel like this line can be directly linked back to that very deal they made on the first day she came to work for him. This is going to be the time she needs something/support from him.

The conversation between Donna and Harvey then continues as mentioned earlier with her asking about the deal and opening up about wanting more than the money. Something he asks her to clarify, which she can’t do yet.. and they silently look at each other for a moment, and the scene ends with a very conflicted and scared look from Harvey.

The big question remains, will Harvey support her? Like I started, they made this deal about support a long time ago and up until now it’s been mostly about firm related events or favours for others, yet this time Donna came to talk to him about a deal and it turned into something as big as HER LIFE.

Even though Donna couldn’t specify what she meant with more, I think we should remember that Harvey at this point might be more aware of what he wants than Donna and what she wants. He had that dream of them together in the morning and that dream also happened to point out his biggest fear.

 D: I don’t think you understand. I told you once this happened again, I don’t work for you anymore.

H: Donna, you can’t leave me.

D: I’m not leaving you, Harvey. I just don’t work for you.

H: That’s leaving me.

D: No, Harvey. That’s not leaving you.

The fear of losing her because of a change in status quo regarding their relationship, breaking her rule… The big difference is, that in reality it is Donna actually hinting at that one thing he fears without there ever having been that change he dreamed about. Without them actually having crossed that line.

And we can see that fear, that connection to his dream, wash over him as we look at his face and even before this episode aired I personally always thought that a line like this from Donna. Or a conversation like this, something that would hint at that fear of losing her, without an actual change having happened between them is THE PUSH that Harvey needs and we got that, we just haven’t seen his actual reaction towards it yet.

It’s just the start.

So while we know what he wants deep down, a relationship with her. I think the show has proven time and time again, that having her in his life no matter what is the most important thing to him. From settling for that to be as just his secretary, because he wasn’t ready for more all those years ago. To keep asking her to come back to work for him; the one way he was certain he’d always have her/never lose her, but this time, this time he knows he can’t ask her that anymore and he’s known that for a while now.

His so called ‘fight to keep her in his life at any way possible’ has changed over the course of the last two seasons. Because where it once was him fighting to keep her to work for him, we saw him actually accept the fact of her working for Louis in season 5 at a point where they were almost estranged.

Something Donna confronted him with, with the following words: “because I trusted that at the end of the day, you’d remember that we’re family. But maybe I was wrong. Because I spent 12 years putting you first, and the day I finally decided to do something for myself, you didn’t just stop treating me like family, you started treating me like a stranger. And for your information, that is a thousand times worse than if you treated me like your enemy.”

This scene, these lines, combined with the scene in the conference room where it was Jeffry saying: “But I did give up everything for you. I put my life on hold. I sacrificed my dream for yours. I’m never going to get those years back.” And we saw Harvey look at Donna during those lines, it is the moment things shifted.

We could see that realisation hit him, that what Jeffry was describing in that very moment is what Donna had been doing for him and after that moment he started fighting to keep her in his life regardless of that being as his secretary. We saw him come to her desk and thank her for all the years she dedicated to him, we saw him come to her in the file room telling he wants to get back to being friends. We saw him suggesting they should go to dinner more often.

And when she did come back to him in 5.11 it was HER DECISION. It was her making that move, because of Mike’s case. (Once again putting someone else above her own needs/feelings) And when her father got caught up in this case, it was Harvey actually asking Donna if she was sure with staying with him. Telling her that he’d understand if she’d want to go back to Louis, because he understood that it is and should be her choice.

This is also seen in the first episodes of season 5, where even though Harvey told Louis he was going to get her back and he was cold to Donna because he was hurt. Deep down he knew better, he knew it wasn’t his decision to make. Because when Jessica point blank asked him if he wanted her to undo it, he said it’s Donna’s choice and he to some extent supported her decision in that moment.

H: You mean, the fact that I don’t have a secretary.
J: I mean that after 12 years, the woman you wouldn’t come work here without is now working for someone else.
H: And you want to know why.
J: I don’t need to know why. I need to know if you want me to undo it.
H: What?

J: I know you and Donna aren’t me and Jeff, but you are as close as two people can be without being that. Shit, Harvey, Scottie leaving didn’t throw you off your game this much.
H: I appreciate the offer. But as long as Donna wants to work for Louis, I am not going to force her to work for me.

All these scenes are moments of Harvey realising that what Donna did was a decision she had to make, for herself and that fighting that decision was only going to drive her further away. Another important one to add is the therapy scene from Season 5 Episode 3. Where Paula uses a projection technique and we actually get a scene of Harvey ‘directly’ confronting Donna and he tells her he’s been with her every step of the way. She counters with “It wasn’t every step of the way, you bailed out the second I WANTED MORE.”

 THIS IS HIS SUBCONSCIOUS. He knows he did this (ran away, but not before you told me you loved me.. & not being able to show up for that conversation she asked for in 4.16), just like his subconscious in 6.11 told him that if she stopped working for him because they’re together it doesn’t mean she’s leaving him. He knows that!

 And in the scene from the finale she literally said to him “I WANT SOMETHING MORE”  This time it wasn’t directly related to him, or them relationship wise.. but about her and her life. What she wants and while she still needs to figure that out, deep down Harvey does know what he wants. And he also knows from experience that if he wants to be part of her life in any shape way or form that he’s got to do something. Be there for her, fight for her. Support her.

Does that mean he’ll do so directly in 7.01?? I don’t know, we can’t forget that his issues (mom/abandonment and her rule) have respectively been there for 20 and 12 years and a dream and meeting your mother isn’t making those magically disappear completely. This is Harvey Specter we’re talking about. An emotionally challenged man who’s slow AF. He’s scared and confused, we could see that on his face in the scene, so it might take a moment for him to wrap his head around it, but

  • He knows the deal they made a long time ago
  • He knows she wants him to fight for her
  • (Just like he knows she wants him to fight for what is in his heart)
  •  He knows she’s been putting her life on hold for him
  • He knows it is her decision to make
  • He knows he bailed out the last time she wanted more
  • He knows that his unsupportive behaviour almost made him lose her last time
  • He knows that her not working for him isn’t leaving him
  • He knows what he wants (a relationship)

And if he wants to reach that dream of them being together. Of them having everything, something he hasn’t even had a chance to act on yet because he still felt guilty about Mike going to prison and felt like he owed it to Mike to get him into the bar. But now that that is done and he might actually allow himself to think of realising that dream, then surely he must be able to connect the dots and understand that he needs to support her. Be there for her while she figures it out, like she’s been there for him all these years.

Her telling him this was just the push, this is just the start.

So YES, I really think he will be there to support Donna on this journey in season 7.

And remember, the last time she focussed on an old dream of hers. He showed up with a bouquet of flowers telling her that “The only thing I got going on tonight is you.” while being in the middle of a Mike mess. He supported her then when it was just a play, when the stakes where nothing. He’ll support her now, when the stakes are everything.

-         Fin.

tim shepard headcanons
  • the shepards are latinx!
  • tim & curly both get their curly hair from their dad
  • curly is tim’s mini-me
  • takes such pride in his scars & will absolutely tell each one’s story to anyone who asks
  • not necessarily a neat freak but everything must be left in the spot where he put it
  • his pancakes are the BEST, angel & curly always wake him up before school to make them
  • “get the fuck outta my room” 
  • “but tuesday is pancake day, timmy!!” 
  • always mumbling stuff under his breath
  • If Looks Could Kill™
  • when he’s mad his voice gets so low and it is terrifying
  • so so smart, no one gives him enough credit
  • always has a cigarette between his lips

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