one being tortured as it should be

Example of what US service members and tourists have been getting in Busan, South Korea.

If this is what they think than we should pull out and they can handle that psychotic telechubby by themselves, and they can also find out whose side China will be on.

In a video associated with this you can see a chubby Korean woman screaming and banging on the glass while waving her middle finger.

I wonder how well she would do in one of the dear leaders prison camps getting raped on the daily and once she becomes pregnant, being tortured for days on end and then disemboweled.

That’ll really stick it to those stupid US soldiers.

Smart!Lance Headcanon

Lance has a photographic memory.
He found out when he was around 8 because he could draw by just glancing at someone else’s art and being able to copy all the details not exactly but extremely close.
When his family was struggling finically, he signed up to do game shows and almost anything that invoked memory and could win anything. His family eventually became finically stable and his memory became no more than a party trick. His family was used to his talent and didn’t pay much more attention to him than his other siblings so he tried to make him stand out more. He would prefect his looks because that was his feature that was complemented the second most.
People started to change their opinion of him from smartest kid in school to class clown and flirt. He had been called an idiot in front of his peers and accused off cheating on tests. He had been in one of the top high schools in America but everyone there looked down on him and called him every name under the sun for idiot. He graduated early because he was sick of the treatment from the other students.
He was accepted into the Garrison with a full scholarship because he had scored a 100 on the acceptance test and his high school. Half of the Garrison officials said he had been cheating but the other half refused to not accept him so he was put into the cargo pilot class.
When he moved up to to fighter pilot, Iverson refused his right to be there. He fully believed he had cheated despite his background of schools. He would lower his test scores and over grade him on his piloting skills. He rose throw the ranks even with Iverson dragging him down.
Hunk was the only one who knew. He had found Lance, after a particularly bad day with Iverson, repeating the numbers of pi.(a habit he picked up when he was stressed to keep his mind off of it)
When they first found Allura, Corren, and the Castle of Lions, he had started learning Altean from a children’s book and worked his way up until he could fluently speak Altean. Corren learned about his talent after walking in on him practicing the pronunciations of the Altean alphabet and offered to help him if he wanted.
When there was a group meeting he would often try to correct the teams mistakes but he would usually told to shut it. Allura would sometimes curse him out and point out his mistakes in Altean with a normal tone of voice thinking it would hurt hurt less if he didn’t. It would have hurt less if she would say it to his face instead of hiding it and saying it as something you would bring up in a normal conversation. She would often mumble about how annoying he is and how he should be more like Keith, reminding him of how he only replaced Keith in the Garrison.
Pidge found out one day after a competition with Lance of who could finish a test first. Pidge would tell him that it was a waste off talent. She would say that she should have that because she would use it for good. He felt like he was back home again, being told by his sister that she should have his memory.
He was left behind on a mission because of his team being forced to retreat without him. The Galra captured him and tortured him for two weeks. Once he was recused by the team and back at the castle, he would have vivid nightmares and flashbacks of his time spent with the Galra.
He had been out of it one day after a night of nightmares and was not paying attention to Allura instructing how the drill would go and ended up asking if she could repeat that. She only responded with “why do you always forget stuff.”
He broke out into hysterical laughter. They looked at him like he was insane until the laughter quickly died off. He responded with “You think I forget things. I never forget. I never forgot all of the things you would say about me in Altean and brushing it off as an Altean ritual. I never forgot how many times I’ve been called a waste of talent and an idiot by everyone. I never forgot all of the nights I spent being tortured and days I spend with out food and little water because I am remind of these things every day because of you all”
(I’m sooooorry this it so long I don’t now how to do simple thing like put it under a cut)

Punish me (Smut)
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned. 

Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)

Genre: Smut

Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’. My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.

Word count: 4670 words

Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.

Punish me:

“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.

My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a summer job.

The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them. Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.

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GoT S07E05 Thoughts

Fuck me. 

This might have been my least favourite episode to date and we had Gendry!!! Okay, in all fairness, it wasn’t a bad episode. There was just one particular conflict that I am not looking forward to seeing continue. 

And no, it’s not Jon3rys. I couldn’t give two shits about that right now. 

But let’s begin, shall we? 

For anyone who still believes Dany to be a good person, I honestly suggest going to an optometrist or retaking high school English because how much more obvious can this show get? I didn’t get to write down her full speech, but following this:

“I’m not here to murder…”

With this: 

“Bend the knee and join me or refuse and die”

You’re kind of a hypocrite and a really obvious one at that. War is horrible, I get it, and good people do atrocious things in war, but that’s why we, as modern somewhat enlightened (although questionable) human beings, have war trials. People may die in war, as that is inevitable, but there are certain acts that no decent human should perform even in the midst of war. 

I know I’m quoting Wikipedia here, but whatever: 

Examples of war crimes include intentionally killing civilians or prisoners, torture, destroying civilian property, taking hostages, perfidy, rape, using child soldiers, pillaging, declaring that no quarter will be given, and serious violations of the principles of distinction and proportionality, such as strategic bombing of civilian populations.

Do you think a man as concerned with portraying war as a clusterfuck of morally grey characters would place an entitled figure with weapons of mass destruction which she uses indiscriminately, who commits war crimes, as the main protagonist? Do you think that is a good conclusion? And this is simply going by this episode and not the mess Dany made in previous seasons. 

She had Randyll and Dickon Tarly as her prisoners. There was no need to execute them, or at least no need to execute both of them. If she wanted to make an example, she could do so with Randyll, but fine, let’s concede the fact it had to be done. She burned them. A slow, horrible, agonising death. She could have beheaded them, as was customary in Westeros, but no, she chose to burn them because you know why? She likes it. She’s done it before. Burning her enemies gives her great satisfaction of her power, but also it spreads fear into the hearts of everyone there because she knows it’s the only way to get them to submit. 

If she allowed them the third option of becoming a prisoner of war, she knows they’d choose that over her. She even says so to Tyrion, because guess what? The people of Westeros doesn’t like or want Dany as their queen. Cersei may be a Grade A Bitch, but she’s the bitch they know. She doesn’t have dragons to burn those who defy her at her will. Yes, she’s powerful and could still easily execute people at a moment’s notice, but they’ve seen her humiliated and frightfully human when she was made to walk naked in shame through the streets of King’s Landing. She is human and she can fall. To them, Dany wields her power like a god and not the kind they worship out of love but out of fear. What kind of ruler is that?

And let’s talk about execution in general here. We’ve seen a lot of it over the seasons, and what we always come back to as a code of honour and true morality in this grey world is this quote from Mr Honour himself, Ned Stark: 

“The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.”

Mr Honour Jr aka Jon Snow lives by this rule like a life motto. If he must sentence a man to die, he will swing the sword himself, and throughout the show, we’ve seen Jon do this and we’ve seen how this weighs upon him, though the culprits may be deserving. Yes, people die in war and Jon has killed on the battlefield for survival, but executing someone is a deliberate act. It’s taking the life of a human while they are powerless to stop you. Jon doesn’t take any pleasure in it. 

But Dany… She’s executed people left, right and center. Burning them in the most unnecessarily cruel way because she can and because it instills fear. Feeding them to her dragons which is even worse. That’s not at her hand. That’s cowardly and sadistic. 

You know who else rules through fear? 

“The only way to keep your people loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy.” 

Cersei bloody Lannister. 

Yeah, let that sink in. And let’s move on. 

Jon meeting Drogon. I hated this scene, although I see how it’s important in establishing Jon as a Targaryen. I didn’t like it mostly because I was still reeling Drogon burning the Tarly’s alive, and yet right after, they have Jon bonding with Drogon like some special moment. But do you think Jon would even touch that dragon if he knew the horrors Dany had made Drogon do? Or the fact that she just executed Jon’s best friend’s family in the worst way possible? Yeah, Sam hated his father, but he didn’t hate his brother. And no matter what animosity there was between them, Sam is a good person and he would still be devastated by this. Not to mention we weren’t given all those Dickon scenes where the man acted with honour, kindness and bravery, just to dismiss him as another faceless enemy of Dany’s. He was Sam’s brother and so much like Sam in a way. I think that’s what made his death in spite only knowing him for 2 episodes so heartbreaking. Also, why this meeting between Jon and Drogon made me angry and disgusted. 

Of course, it also establishes some Jon3rys bonding, although more so on Dany’s side. Let’s face it, the Dragon Queen wants familial Dragon D. Her heart eyes for Jon throughout this episode was at least 100x more convincing than previous episodes between them. Jon, on the other hand, has moments where he does seem to think Dany is alright, but I still don’t see the same level of affection on his end at all. As always, he has a one-track mind and that’s the war up North. 

And I’m sorry but Dany’s attraction towards Jon seems to predicate on her notion that he’s as heroic and powerful as her. I get that he is and that’s a wonderful reason to fall in love with him, but it’s still falling in love with the idea of him and not who he is, because who Jon is, isn’t that person. He doesn’t want to be a hero or to be powerful. I know Show Jon doesn’t go into this, but Book Jon wants a family, to settle in Winterfell and live peacefully and honourably like his pseudo father. But Dany will never know that about him because she doesn’t know him. Take her asking Jon about whether he got a knife to the heart, the wonder and awe in her eyes as she asks him. She wants him to be just like her (or her delusional perception of herself as some kind of prophesised princess that was promised). Jon is who she thinks she is and she’s attracted to that, which is basically some Game of Thrones version of Narcissus. When she realises he’s a Targaryen, she’ll feel threatened more than relieved she’s not alone, because if she thinks he’s her then she’ll think he wants the Iron Throne and he’s a threat to her ambitions. 

There’s a reason why after all that Gilly discovers the Rhaegar and Elia annulment (which btw is such bullshit but whatever). Jon has more right to the Iron Throne than she does. 

What’s funny about this episode that even Dany’s Second Biggest Fan struggles to support her. Yes, he still will, but that entire conversation he has with Varys just sounds a lot like he’s trying to convince himself that ‘yes, all rulers burn their prisoners like a sadistic pyroqueen, and yes, Dany is so not like her father’. And the fact that her own loyal subjects are questioning her? Yeah, tell me again how she’s a hero. 

Now onto the main reason why I hate this episode: StarkBowl. But oh ho, not Jon and Sansa StarkBowl but Sansa and Arya. 

I’ve always loved Arya. She was my favourite character for so many seasons, until I fell madly in love with Sansa, although Arya remains in my Number 2 spot. But this episode, I felt such a burning anger towards her. After all they’ve been through, everything Sansa’s endured, Arya would still hold her accountable for the beliefs Sansa held as a young child. She’s changed and grown so much on account of her experiences yet she will not lend her own sister the same courtesy. It pisses me off because what Arya is doing (judging and accusing Sansa of things she didn’t do or for who she was when she was a child) is exactly what Anti-Sansa’s have been doing for years. And her own short-sighted, ignorant inability to grasp that this woman before her is not the same Sansa she once knew has now led her to being manipulated and conned by Littlefinger. 

What I can only hope is that Sansa is smarter than Littlefinger. Bran wouldn’t give Arya the dagger if he foresaw Arya using it on Sansa. And I feel like it is so uncharacteristic of Arya, who has longed for so long to be reunited with her pack, to suddenly break down by childish prejudice at the first miscommunication. Sansa is far more cunning than anyone gives her credit for and I feel that this could all be a long orchestrated con on Littlefinger himself. Arya’s not that stupid. I refuse to believe she’s stupid enough to underestimate LF that way and let herself be manipulated so easily. I feel like perhaps that fight between Sansa and Arya was for LF’s benefit because it felt so contrived, so out of nowhere. I know this speculation is also heavily biased by my refusal to believe that the Starks would fight amongst themselves after all they went through, but I do believe that LF will die this season. It won’t be at Sansa’s hand but it will be because of Sansa’s machinations. 

Now, onto Gendry!!!!!

The happiest part about this hell episode because fuck, he’s so hot still. That cropped hair, those muscles, that smile… Yeah, swoon. He’s also hilariously bullheaded (very like a Baratheon) when he ignores Davos, hits those soldiers with his hammer and immediately tells Jon who he is. 

In fact, there was this instant spark of chemistry between Gendry and Jon in their first meeting. 

“You’re a lot leaner.”

“You’re a lot shorter.”

The gentle ribbing of two strangers is adorable, but it also reminds me of Ned and Robert’s first scene together:

“Your Grace.”

"You’ve got fat.”

Now the parallels of Jon as Ned is nothing we haven’t seen before. Gendry as Robert is newer, and Jon and Gendry together as Ned and Robert is so satisfying to watch. It also makes me, a trash shipper, so happy because you know if Jon is being paralleled as Ned in this episode, you know who is being paralleled as Cat? 

Yes, that’s right. Strong, confident Sansa, who was called only Lady Stark in the Great Hall meeting. 

I know I’m crazy but I’m still not worried about Jonsa. That scene in the Great Hall just kept making me think of Sansa as Penelope. She’s there holding onto Winterfell for Jon’s return as he gallivants off on his many missions and overcomes his many trials. She’s there, always loyal and true to him, and maintains his kingdom for him

Boatbang may happen (likely), but Odysseus also slept with Calypso, before ultimately returning to his lady love. I believe the same will happen for Jonsa. 

Also, who thinks Cersei’s not actually pregnant? I think she’s beginning to question Jaime’s loyalty and needs to firmly hold him in place. And I think when he finds out she’s not after all he’s done for, all the sinful things he did, it might make him plunge that sword into her heart prophecy-style. Or not a sword. I don’t know. 

But that’s it for me. My head hurts. My heart hurts. And I maintain that I hate this episode because fuck StarkBowl. And fuck disrespecting Sansa like that

A Kryptonian and an Amazonian: Kara and Diana (and the wonders of ice cream)

based on this post from @dealanexmachina and @randomthingsthatilike123 – https://avidreaderffn.tumblr.com/post/161453797376/i-need-diana-kara-fic-stat


Alex grins over from across the diner at her little sister and her new friend, leaning conspiratorially into each other in a booth at Noonan’s. 

Both in glasses – one to conceal her identity, one because why the hell not? – both moaning as they dig into the massive ice cream sundae on the table between them.

“I only had to cross an ocean to encounter this delicious cream,” Diana is telling her. “You had to cross – what did you call it?”

“The Phantom Zone,” Kara nods, closing her eyes as she leaves the spoon upside down in her mouth a little longer than necessary, oblivious to the way Diana stops eating to stare wide-eyed at Kara’s lips.

“Was it lonely? That Phantom Zone?”

Kara shrugs as she opens her eyes, and Diana wonders at the kind of blue.

“I don’t remember it. Being stuck there. Except sometimes in dreams. Alex would wake me up screaming when we were kids. My planet would be burning and I’d be stuck in what felt like an abyss, in my pod, and I couldn’t…”

Diana reaches a hand out for Kara’s, and their eyes lock hard.

“It must have been beautiful. Krypton.”

Kara’s smile returns even as tears prick her eyes. “My father used to take me to the edges of Argo City to watch our sun rise – it was red, not yellow like this one – and so much of our cities were just… awash in silver, in our technology, and it could have been sterile, I guess.”

She adjusts her glasses and swipes her spoon through a river of chocolate fudge and licks it off slow, thoughtful. Accidentally seductive, even as Diana’s heart bleeds along with her words.

“But it wasn’t. The way the rising sun would reflect off of all that metal… it was anything but cold. It was… Anyway. It’s gone, now.”

Diana shakes her head slowly. “Not in your heart, Kara Zor-el. Nothing can ever truly be gone. Not if you keep it alive inside you.”

Kara sighs and creates the ultimate sundae spoonful: wet walnuts, fudge,ice cream, a piece of banana, sprinkles, whipped cream. She offers it out to Diana, who accepts, and her eyes fly wide as she moans so loudly, so joyously, that Alex – now joined by her girlfriend – isn’t the only one in Noonan’s turning to stare. Kara giggles.

“The first time I tried it, I got so excited I started flying without even trying to. Alex tried to hold me down but wound up just coming along for the ride.”

Diana laughs, and it’s light and it’s happy and it’s so damn full. 

“Your sister’s a brave warrior, it seems. Angry. Frightening, perhaps. But loyal. And that police woman seems to make her smile more easily.”

Kara nods and they both glance over at Alex and Maggie, who catch their eyes and wave. 

“She’s the only reason I ever felt at home on this planet. Alex. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

Diana thinks of Steve, of gas and of planes. She thinks of her aunt, of generals and of last breaths.

Kara doesn’t have J’onn’s telepathy, but she knows anyway. She knows that look.

She sees it in the mirror far too often.

Nearly every time she looks.

“My aunt died, too. Was killed. She survived – she survived, I got her back, a piece of my home, and then she – “ Kara shudders, and tries not to think of Alex. 

Alex, protecting her space father.

Alex, loyal to a fault.

Alex, her sister, her world, who somehow became a hardened soldier without her noticing.

“She died. In battle. A renowned General.” Kara smiles softly, and it’s Diana, this time, who tries her hand at creating the perfect spoonful of sundae and offers it to Kara.

“I thought the world would never be able to go on when I lost my general. My mother’s sister. It felt like… you know what it felt like, Kara Zor-el.”

Kara nods, and remembers holding Astra, dying. Remembers holding Alex, weeping. Remembers holding her hand out for J’onn, breathing, breathing. Breathing.

“I have a projection of my mother. Maybe we could try to make one of your aunt. At the DEO. It… it’s not the same, and sometimes… sometimes I don’t know if she left me with the burden of caring for Earth or the burden of righting the wrongs I didn’t even know she’d done, but it… it’s comforting, anyway. Being able to see her. Talk to her. Even if it’s not really her.”

Diana’s eyes sparkle at this girl’s generosity. The way this woman bears the weight of multiple planets on shoulders that somehow still manage to look carefree. 

This warrior who doesn’t at all think herself a warrior.

But perhaps that’s what makes her such a powerful one.

“How have you done it, Kara? Seen all you’ve seen, and still… Ares told me that this world doesn’t deserve me, that I should rule it, enslave it, rather than… they kill and they torture and they… how have you done it?”

Kara pokes at their slowly disappearing, slowly melting sundae with her spoon.

“Ice cream helps,” she smiles softly, and Diana looks at her like she’s the sun. Because maybe she is.

“Love,” she amends more seriously. “If I let go of it, I… Alex does terrible things. The person I love most in the world. She hurts people, and she thinks… she thinks it’s alright, because it’s always in defense of someone she loves. She doesn’t think about the people who love the person she’s beating. Or, she does, but… after. Maggie’s helping her with it. J’onn too. And I’m trying. Sometimes I feel like it’s my fault, like I turned her into someone this ruthless, but I… I guess what I’m saying is… I love her. I love her more than my own life. All of her. And she helps me understand. Humans. This planet. The things people do out of fear. Out of love. Out of terror of losing love. The people you’ve found, Diana. They have to be your anchor. Otherwise it… otherwise it consumes you. The things Ares said to you. And you can’t let it. You’re too good.”

“As are you, Kara. As are you.”

Kara licks her lips and lets her eyes lock hard into Diana’s. 

“You know what also helps?”

Diana shakes her head, her eyes starting to sparkle, her lips starting to quirk up into an excited smile.

“Pool,” Kara grins.

“We have pools on Themyscira! Mystical pools, with water that – what?” she trails off, smiling in slight confusion, because Kara is laughing and touching her hand and god, she can feel the undercurrent of Kara’s power even in her gentle, affectionate gesture, and it makes her gulp.

“No, I mean a game. Come on. Alex and Maggie will show you.”

Kara is up and offering her hand, and Diana is taking it but her eyes are wide and her lips are playful.

“Can we get more ice cream there?” she asks, and Kara beams.

“Great thing about this city? We can get ice cream almost anywhere.”


You asked for it, @cassiebones @avidreaderffn @mrriggerworld @tiffanytheweirdo @misadventurous-meridian @supertworld 

It’s An Older Sibling Thing

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1469+ words

TW: Mentions of drug dealing, prostitution, and child abuse

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this so late! I literally wrote this the night I signed up for the Challenge, but completely forgot about it ;; This is for @not-moose-one-shots 6K Writing Challenge! Congrats on 6000 followers, boo! And thank you for hosting the Challenge. This is my first time joining a Challenge, and I’m so glad I did it! 

11.  “He must pay well.”


A low growl erupted from your throat as the demon took your laptop from your backpack. Two days. It’s been two days since you were kidnapped, and tortured.

“You hunters think you’re so smart,” the demon taunted with a smirk. You looked over his shoulder, realizing that he was tracking Dean’s location. It was the same technique that every hunters used when you needed someone’s location- all you needed was their phone numbers. “We’ve picked up a few skills while being hunted.” He laughed with a wicked grin. “Now, c’mon. We’re gonna pay the Winchesters a little visit.” He raised his gun, and knocked your skull with the butt of it.

When you came to, you realized you were laying on a motel bed, the yellow lighting being too bright for your eyes. You groaned in pain, trying to assess your surroundings. The binds that were around your wrists and ankles were gone, and you felt the uncomfortable feeling of gauze and tape around your injuries.

“Easy, Y/N,” a voice rumbled from the other bed.

“Dean?” you called, turning your head to face him. His jaw tensed as you looked at him with confusion on your face. The motel room was a mess as if a hurricane went through it.

“That’s what happens when you lead a demon to our room,” he sniped, seeing you look around the room.

“What do you-”

“The demon you brought here.”

“Brought here?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N.” Dean rolled his eyes. “We know you told him our location in exchange for your life.”

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In the second half of the century, these fumbling experiments with the female interior gave way to the more decisive technique of surgery—aimed increasingly at the control of female personality disorders. There had been a brief fad of clitoridectomy (removal of the clitoris) in the eighteen sixties, following the introduction of the operation by the English physician Isaac Baker Brown. Although most doctors frowned on the practice of removing the clitoris, they tended to agree that it might be necessary in cases of nymphomania, intractable masturbation, or “unnatural growth” of that organ. (The last clitoridectomy we know of in the United States was performed in 1948 on a child of five, as a cure for masturbation.)

The most common form of surgical intervention in the female personality was ovariotomy, removal of the ovaries—or “female castration.” In 1906 a leading gynecological surgeon estimated that there were 150,000 women in the United States who had lost their ovaries under the knife. Some doctors boasted that they had removed from fifteen hundred to two thousand ovaries apiece. According to historian G. J. Barker-Benfield: “Among the indications were troublesomeness, eating like a ploughman, masturbation, attempted suicide, erotic tendencies, persecution mania, simple ‘cussedness,’ and dysmenorrhea [painful menstruation]. Most apparent in the enormous variety of symptoms doctors took to indicate castration was a strong current of sexual appetitiveness on the part of women.” The rationale for the operation flowed directly from the theory of the “psychology of the ovary”: since the ovaries controlled the personality, they must be responsible for any psychological disorders: conversely, psychological disorders were a sure sign of ovarian disease. Ergo, the organs must be removed…

The overwhelming majority of women who had leeches or hot steel applied to their cervices, or who had their clitorises or ovaries removed, were women of the middle to upper classes, for after all, these procedures cost money. But it should not be imagined that poor women were spared the gynecologist’s exotic catalog of tortures simply because they couldn’t pay. The pioneering work in gynecological surgery had been performed by Marion Sims on black female slaves he kept for the sole purpose of surgical experimentation. He operated on one of them thirty times in four years, being foiled over and over by post-operative infections. After moving to New York, Sims continued his experimentation on indigent Irish women in the wards of the New York Women’s Hospital. So, though middle-class women suffered most from the doctors’ actual practice, it was poor and black women who had suffered through the brutal period of experimentation.
—  Barbara Ehrenreich & Deirdre English, For Her Own Good: Two Centuries of the Experts’ Advice to Women
respect each other

So basically I’ve been sitting back, observing, and experiencing. I really wasn’t about to do this but it’s been on my mind since I came back from my hiatus. I’m not sure what happened to the tumblr community but as someone that’s been here for six years, I just want to point a few things out.

I have never seen it get this bad? Everyone used to be much kinder, and more interactive with one another. As far as the world of fics goes, I have some stuff I need to get off my chest because this is ridiculous.

I have never seen the readers so quiet and the writers so discouraged in all my years here.

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anonymous asked:

“the woman who has his damndelion heart" Oh my god this was amazing! So cute . I loved it so much. Is there going to be a next part?

Aww hun my heart is bursting from your kind words, thank you so much! I don’t think I’m going to write a part III anytime soon since I had a bit of difficulty writing part II haha … maybe sometime in the future I will pick up the story but who knows. I will, however, leave you with this little blurb I had written as part of the series but never actually put it into the story. I’d imagine it fit right in between Braids and Excuses


Catnap  💤

When he finds you on the couch, a few hours later, reading your anatomy textbook, he sighs from relief at the familiar sight (and the peace and quiet). Anne had graciously offered to shift the reunion to the backyard to give you a quiet place to study even though you had originally asked to go the library for a few hours. The clangs of glasses echoed slightly from outside, but you didn’t seem to mind, lost in your own world from the way you hadn’t noticed Harry plopping himself next to you, laying his head on your comfortable shoulder while crossing his arms in an exhausted sigh.

“Love?”  

You refused to indulge him, determined to finish this week’s chapter.

“Pet?” 

The feeling of his curls rubbed sweetly against your neck as he peered up to look at you (damn him).

Muppet?

“Harry!” you snapped stretching his name in annoyance. “Jus’ give me a sec.” You took a deep breath to calm yourself as you flipped a page of your book roughly, eyes still concentrating on your readings. 

“Hmm,” a familiar accusing tone surfaced in his groggy voice, “someone’s gettin’ snippy…”

His comment was ignored once again, but he didn’t mind. He felt quite smug at the moment. The ever so patient Y/N had crumbled slightly in the depths of his over-eager family (despite him triggering the hindrance).

“She lasted longer than anyone,” Harry thought to himself, eyes grazing over the complicated words of her book. His eyes dropped slightly, as a deep wave of exhaustion over took him. He gazed over to his family through the glassed doors, his sister was holding Jamie in her arms and he was grateful for the moment of peace without the little one. He loved her to bits of course, but she exhausted the wits out of him. He closed his eyes, finally, as a deep slumber over took his body.

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Insane (M)

Smut week: Day 7 (final day)

WARNINGS: graphic smut, oral, slut shaming one line, badboy!au

Summary: He’s an asshole, but he sure knows how to drive you insane.

A/N: I wrote this for my girlfriend because she loves Jinyoung, so enjoy. :)

Originally posted by trajktgjnr95

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No Pain-No Gain

Request:  I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
Word Count: 9636.
Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader
WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language.
Author’s Note: Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.

Originally posted by sir-henry-cavill

Originally posted by amancanfly

Originally posted by amancanfly

Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.


I hate my soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s your fucking soulmate, especially mine).

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THE TUDORS SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends. ’
’ To get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning. ’
’ I cannot disguise my distress and unhappiness. ’
’ Well, you’re going to have to. ’
’ What about his legs? Are his calves strong like mine? ’
’ Some people might think so. He certainly thinks so himself. ’
’ Your Majesty… he’s French! ’
’ As a humanist I have an abhorrence of war. ’
’ It’s an activity fit only for beasts yet practiced by no kind of beasts so constantly as by man. ’
’ As a humanist I share your opinion. As a King, I’m forced to disagree. ’
’ You should know, you taught me. ’
’ Do you really think we should go to war? ’
’ I think we should try to do as the King wants us to do. ’
’ What if the King doesn’t know what’s in his best interests? ’
’ Because he endowed Universities? ’
’ That victory made him famous. It made him immortal! ’
’ There’s something deep and dangerous in you. ’
’ Those eyes of yours are like dark hooks for the soul. ’
’ You must be prepared to give him the thing you most care for. ’
’ The thing I care for most is my integrity. ’
’ Do you see that young woman over there? Dressed in purple and gold? ’
’ After all, I am merely Your Majesty’s humble servant! ’
’ That would make me very happy. ’
’ Well, do you like it? ’
’ Should I like something that accuses me of being cruel? ’
’ Am I? You have no claim on me. ’
’ I have the same claim as every other lover. ’
’ You are a poet as I am a woman. ’
’ Poets and women are always free with their hearts, are they not? ’
’ You give us no choice but to attack and breach your defenses! ’
’ No knight shall ever breach mine. ’
’ What we lack in men, we can more than make up for in ships. ’
’ We are in an island race, Cardinal. ’
’ We have the best and bravest sailors in the world. ’
’ Your highness must be looking forward with great anticipation to your wedding? ’
’ I hear the king was a great horseman… in his time. ’
’ Don’t tease me. I don’t like it. ’
’ Will you like it when an old man tries to make love to you? ’
’ Your grace goes too far. Already. ’
’ Now you are blasphemous! ’
’ Gospel says the truth will make you free. ’
’ Your Grace, we shall drop our truth into the scales… and the scales will fall. ’
’ I write poems, I don’t know how to be “a poet”. ’
’ My Lord, I don’t know what to say. ’
’ Of course I loved her, but from a distance. ’
’ I ask myself why that should be so. ’
’ Your Majesty, I’m certain he will rule in your favour. ’
’ How dare you look at me! I am your Lord and Master, not your brother! ’
’ You are both banished from court. ’
’ You will remove yourself from my sight. Do you understand? ’
’ I have yet to decide whether to make your bedmate a head shorter. ’
’ I don’t think the English people would ever forgive him! ’
’ I promise, I’ll take you as my only mistress. ’
’ I won’t have a thought or an affection for anyone else. ’
’ Look, I don’t mean he is banished forever. ’
’ I don’t mean he is banished forever. Just as long as he breathes. ’
’ You’re going away, why? ’
’ Must you go? ’
’ We little people must put our hands into the fire if invited to. ’
’ Forgive me, I spoke of things I should not. ’
’ For me, that is the true definition of love. ’
’ I have an audience with His Majesty? ’
’ Well, the King is plainly in love with you. ’
’ What would a silly girl like you have to say to a king? ’
’ How do you like your charge, sweetheart? ’
’ It is your duty to use his love to our advantage. ’
’ Diplomacy is nearly always settled by such proximity. ’
’ I do not sleep with her. Not whilst you and I are still married. ’
’ Ah! Your Excellence, allow me to introduce… ’
’ Someone told me taking infusions was the worst thing. ’
’ I didn’t see all of his game. Now I do. I despise him. ’
’ I do believe you love as well and deeply… as any man. ’
’ Your love is most generous where it is most hurtful. ’
’ Your Majesty, I beg that you yield to the King’s will. ’
’ You speak to me of chastity. ’
’ Have you not a mistress and two children, Your Eminence? ’
’ I could be seen to be acting against her conjugal rights. ’
’ You think it’s nothing, to go back to bed with your wife? ’
’ What do you think is going to happen? ’
’ Let me make certain things plain to you. ’
’ It would mean the total ruin of the kingdom. ’
’ I hear you’ve been unwell? Is it true? ’
’ Majesty, when was I ever unwell enough not to serve you? ’
’ Have you no kind things to say? ’
’ You treat me so unkindly and in public neglect me. ’
’ The weight of academic opinion is against us. ’
’ I don’t think anything, but I imagine everything. ’
’ Do you… do you have a message from the King? ’
’ You hate him like a scorpion. And why? ’
’ Madam, you should never presume… ’
’ You should not abuse the Queen’s honor with such language! ’
’ Your Majesty must forgive me… ’
’ I would rather see her hanged than acknowledge her as my mistress! ’
’ Aren’t you supposed to be running the country? ’
’ They’re all liars, hypocrites and middle-aged men. ’
’ Would you prefer them to be women? ’
’ Have I made you unhappy? ’
’ I would only be unhappy if you ever stopped loving me. ’
’ Madame, I pray you, don’t give way. ’
’ No excellency, I shall never give way. ’
’ I notice you allow yourself none of the trappings of your great office. ’
’ Now, my love, let me conceive… and we will have a son. ’
’ Can you not plead some indisposition? ’
’ And then, I should be genuinely indisposed! ’
’ It’s a pretty head in any case, and I don’t want to lose it either. ’
’ Perhaps, one day this little girl will preside over empires. ’
’ I’m not heartless, whatever some people think- quite the contrary. ’
’ I could still do it. I could find a way to poison her. ’
’ But, why should anyone ever know? ’
’ No I wouldn’t. I’d die amartyr's death. ’
’ You understand? You don’t act alone. ’
’ You’ve never even seen a man being tortured, have you? ’
’ I’m sure we both know the object that has brought us together. ’
’ Will you take the Oath? ’
something happened to you (jughead jones x reader)

8

pairing: jughead jones x reader

word count: 1579

request: could i request a riverdale scenario where jughead is in some dangerous situation (related to jason’s kiler perhaps (; ) and the reader is freaking out about it,, they find each other and maybe he got injured or something but everything is mostly ok aha,, something v v angsty but ends sweet and romantic and fluffy??? thank you so much haha i live for angst and danger and cuteness <3

You and Jughead knew you were close to catching Jason’s killer.

Unfortunately, someone else did too. And whoever else this person was, they were determined to make sure that you didn’t find out.

“What does it say, (Y/N)?” Jughead prodded you for the millionth time today, leaning against the locker door behind you.

You focused on re-arranging the notebooks in your locker, trying not to look Jughead in the eye. If you did, you knew he would probably easily coerce you into giving him answers. “Nothing. It doesn’t say anything.”

“(Y/N)… Why won’t you tell me?” Jughead grabbed your arm pulling you away from your locker and closing it with his other hand, making you look at him. He stared into your eyes intensely, and you tucked in your lips, willing yourself not to open them, and looked down at your shoes.

Jughead knew what you were doing, and brought a finger up under your chin, making you look up at him. “(Y/N)… is someone threatening you?”

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Taking Risks

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a few months of fooling and sneaking around with Bucky you both agree to not celebrate Valentines Day, but when the day rolls around he just can’t help but tease you, even if it means risking the others finding out. (Loosely based off of an anon request for Bucky + the letter R from @timeforsmut‘s NSFW ABCs)

Warnings: sprinkles of smut and fluff

Word Count: 3009

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JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure starters

- suggested by Anonymous

  • “I’m willing to see our transactions through, are you, [sir]?”
  • “I’m fighting to protect my family from those that wish it harm, I doubt very much that your resolve is equal to mine”
  • “Perhaps… Perhaps the time [he] foretold has come. If this is my destiny, I accept it”
  • “Walking on water when you obviously lack proper training is quite an accomplishment”
  • “You truly are the lowest scum in history”
  • “Good grief, don’t underestimate me just because I’m a kid”
  • “I feel bad, kicking a guy when he’s down, but… Nah, I don´t feel bad about this at all. My friends and a lot of bystanders are dead because of you”
  • “Impossible? We did a lot of impossible things on this journey. I’m tired of hearing that things are impossible or useless. Those words mean nothing to us”
  • “Shoot me if you want to! But you better be prepared to face the consequences”
  • “The last thing I need right now is listening to trash like you, let alone being touched by you”
  • “You’re god damn right! Everything worked out according to the plan… From the very beginning!”
  • “I shall give you a chance. Go down two steps and I’ll let you join my side again. But if you rather die, then climb those stairs”
  • “Are you really trying to shoot me? I like you”
  • “You can’t pay back what you owe with money”
  • “What are you doing!? Unforgivable!”
  • “I..I can’t lay a finger on [him]”
  • “I’m back from hell, [name]!”
  • “Do you remember how many breads you’ve eaten in your life?”
  • “Your upbringing made you a villain, you say? It didn’t! You’ve been evil since your birth!“
  • “I reject my humanity, [name]!”
  • “I’m curious. Why would you do that? What was the purpose behind it?”
  • “You picked the wrong man to mess with, pig!”
  • “What did you say? Depending on your answer, I may have to kick your ass!”
  • “Shut the hell up! You’re so damn annoying, you bitch!”
  • “Well, you’re about to fall down to hell, sobbing the whole way down”
  • “Good grief. I can’ let a kid who likes dogs… get killed!”
  • “W-who the hell are you!? Do you think you’re going to get a away with this?!”
  • “What the hell did you just say about my hair?!”
  • “Nice watch. I’m going to break it so you can never tell time again. Your face, that is”
  • “When I have to repeat something that only needs to be said once… It means that the listener is unintelligent. I’ve told you that I don’t have money, because I’ve already paid. Please, don’t make me repeat myself a third time”
  • “You should have realized it, right? When you try to kill others, you may end up being killed yourself”
  • “You said one can kill if [he] is humiliated? You’re right. It’s important indeed. You’ve insulted the life of the old man who had nothing to do with you at all!”
  • “If you don’t start talking, the torture will keep on escalating! You’ve seen the culprit… did they tell you to stay quiet?”
  • “Only the results! This world only remembers the results!”
  • “You bastard! Are you making fun of me?!”
  • “I’ve always… cherished you”
  • “Didn’t you once say that everything should have a name?”
  • “Trying to use the same move on me twice is a big mistake!”
  • “You’re just as good at coming up with bullshit as I am!”
  • “Dare you defeat me with such lackluster legerity?!”
  • “Just a little bit… one sip couldn’t hurt.”

v’s route is not a “lover’s spat”

I see people treating all the bullshit in V’s route as a lover’s spat and I’m like???


ok, but creating an entire cult and manipulating and drugging SEVERAL PEOPLE into it is more than some sort of petty lovers’ drama


it just so happens that there was an infatuated mentally ill, emotionally conflicted, depressed, love depraved, abused man who used to be in a relationship with a mentally ill, paranoid, depressed, delusional, also love depraved woman in the midst of the story.


like… mint eye did not stem from v and rika’s relationship, mint eye was also a thought and an idea that rika had long before she even brought it up to v. mint eye existed before the rfa, did you forget how we see preteen saeran being abused and drugged in secret ending one, waaaay before the rfa existed?


i don’t know if I should feel concerned or morbidly amused at the fandom’s treatment of this. give the v route more credit than that, the story is way more than two people who fell in “love” and then argued.


there are elements of abuse, neglect, torture, mental illness, manipulation, betrayal, trust and change.


rika and v’s relationship isn’t the main focus and it isn’t what started all of this, neither is it what ended it.


heck, the whole point of days 8-10 of v’s route is convincing v that him turning himself over to rika would accomplish nothing, because even if he wants this to be only between him and her, it’s… really not. There was no “them” in this situation.


i mean, it’s v’s route, so the main point of it is to make him feel better and heal him and restore his sense of self and ability to love himself, so many people might have missed that point.


but like… this is so much more than that. It’s a complicated series of events that needs to be treated with sensitivity and thought.


V’s route is not a “lover’s spat”. It stopped having anything to do with an argument between lovers (and lesbihonest V and Rika’s “fights” consisted of rika having an episode, yelling her throat raw at v, and him just sitting there and taking it, this is canon and shown in a VN) the moment Rika took a child- an abused, vulnerable child- and drugged and abused him further into a cult, alienating him against the only person who ever loved him and even possibly being the reason behind his D.I.D symptoms. Also, there was that little thing where…y'know, she kinda dragged another whole bunch of people into her cult. That was nice.


My point is… There’s a lover’s spat, and then there’s blinding your fiance and running away to fully moderate a cult 24/7. There’s a lover’s spat and then there’s having an unhealthy infatuation towards your ex and being convinced that letting her torture you will solve the world’s problems.


It’s not a lover’s spat \(“-”\)

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you had any fics where stiles has to choose between Derek and Scott?

Made a little list for you, enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by flightoeternity

Not My Alpha by Dancing_with_Devils

(3,566 I Teen I Complete)

Forced to bite Stiles to save his life, Scott fully expects Stiles to be his most loyal beta. But things don’t always go according to plan, especially with Stiles involved.

We Fight Together We Die Together by TheRighteousMan (FullmetalFlameElric) 

(5,018 I Mature I Complete)

“What about Scott?”

“What about him?”

Deaton eyed the teen for a moment. “He’s going to need your help in all of this.”

Stiles pulled a face. “Like I needed his help when I was getting the shit beaten out of me by Gerard Argent?” he countered. “I’m not his baby sitter…”

“You need an alpha if you want to-”

“I have an alpha.”

Our Flame Flickers But We Won’t Go Out (We Build Our Futures With Our Mouths)  by RayShippouUchiha 

(12,620 I Explicit I Complete)

His hands shake when he pulls his phone out of his pocket.  It’s amazingly intact but it takes him a few tries to get the pass-code in and pull up the text screen.  He knows Stiles and Lydia are in school, but he needs them, needs his Pack, his tethers, to keep him from flying apart.

Or

Derek faces some of the ghosts of his past and finally gains some peace as he begins to build a future for himself and his Pack.  Oh and Scott arrives.

Here is the Deepest Secret Nobody Knows by owlpostagain 

(22,322 I Teen I Complete)

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”

And You Say You’re Alone by taelynhawker 

(30,314 I Explicit I Complete)

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter’s untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

Will to Follow Through by owlpostagain 

(42,411 I Teen I Complete)

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

The Choice by linksofmemories 

(48,410 I Mature I WIP)

It was always said that the Omega had the choice. The Omega chose their Alpha. Sure, that was great on paper, but no one ever told Stiles how many strings had to be pulled and deals had to be made behind the scenes for him to be pushed into choosing the Alpha everyone wanted him to choose.

Of course there was a choice to be made, but he definitely wasn’t the one who was supposed to make it.

Sing Sweet Sparks by RayShippouUchiha

(50,333 I Explicit I Series WIP)

Derek’s been choking on the smoke and ash of his family’s murder for years now.  It consumes every part of him, influences all that he is.  He knows that he’ll never be free of it, that nothing will ever grant him the peace he so desperately craves.

All he wants is to feel safe, to be loved and to love in return, but he knows that’s impossible.

Until, that is, he meets Stiles.

Through ups and downs, past blood and pain, Stiles slowly gives Derek exactly what he’s always desperately wanted and never believed he could have.

Comfort.  Care.  A new Pack.  And a dark, desperate kind of all consuming love.

And once Derek has all of that within his grasp?

Well he’ll burn the world to ash to keep it.

The Broken Radio is Playing Suicide by decideophobia 

(73,415 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles only wishes they could actually be safe. They haven’t been for nine months now.

Loving can hurt

Kol x Reader

(NOT MY GIF)

Synopsis: Mystic Falls’ crew kidnaps you intending to kill Kol, then he comes to rescue you and a few things happen.

Word count: 1658

“Elena, I am sorry, but I am not going to help you, or anyone, to kill him!”

“For God’s sake, Y/N!” She yelled, frustrated. “He is an awful, merciless, crazy maniac! How come you are letting him live? Have you forgotten how much pain he has put you through?”

You gulped, not having a real clever answer in your mind. Of course Elena was right, Kol Mikaelson was a synonym for trouble and you really was out of mind to step up and defend him. But you had developed a friendship with him and got to know a side of him no one could even imagine. The thought of somebody hurting him made you physically ill.

“I know that, Elena.”

“So?”

“I am still not joining this messed up plan.”

Bonnie, who was quiet all this time, just listening, stood up and glanced over you, as if she was trying to understand what exactly you had in mind. “Sorry, Bonbon, it is not exactly an easy task.”, you thought, almost laughing at your tragical life. She opened her mouth and closed right after. It took a few tries before Bonnie actually spoke:

“You sentencing Jeremy to death.”

“I am not! I can talk to Kol, even to Klaus, get them to…”

“Well, if you are so popular with the Mikaelsons, how about we use you to drawn them here?” Damon said, sarcastically, coming out through the kitchen door. “I mean, you are not willingly helping us, but it will do the trick just the same.”

You wided your eyes, actually scared they might use that to get what they want. Of course, complete the Hunter’s mark and find the bloody cure to Elena would make them do anything.

“Come on, Damon, you do not have to do this.”

“Are you helping us, then?”

“I need some air, a little time to think about it.”

“Unfortunately we do not have time.” You heard Stefan say.

Sunddenly, you felt an aching pain in your head and fell, not being able to stand due the dizziness. It took no more than five minutes for you to lose your consciouness.

[Later that day]

“Can somebody think?” You heard, vaguely. “Y/N is about to wake up and Kol is not here yet.”

Your head still hurt a little, perks of being a human. Not an ordinary one, since you discovered, a few weeks ago, you belonged, or should, anyway, to pack of wolves from the North East Atlantic. That’s why Niklaus Mikaelson took so much interest on you and pulled you into his family business.

After all the Mikaelsons were freed from their long sleep, also known as being daggered by their half brother, you met the one who stole your heart: Kol Mikaelson. He looked so… Unique. Of course your relationship had a rocky start, as he tried to drink from you, tortured you and would have killed you if Klaus had not stopped. The whole thing made you hate him for awhile and plot a revenge, helping your friends to get information.

“So, we text or call?”

“We should wait until she’s awake. It would be way more dramatic.”

You tried to focus on their voices, to tell them apart and know who the hell was talking.

“Damon, I already feel bad enough to be doing this to her, she does not deserve it. Y/N is my friend, our friend. This whole thing is not fair!”

“Elena, she chose a maniac over you. Keep that in mind.”

“I have to agree with Damon on this. It hurts me too, but we have to do it.”

“Bonnie…”

Now you were fully awake and aware of what was going on. Your hands were tied up and you were standing, limp. Only a small candle enlightened the room, providing a fuzzy image. You had to find a way to prevent the disaster that was about to happened. Because if they did not kill Kol, which was already a bad thing, he would go nuts and go on a killing spree, not letting any of your friends alive to tell the story. You knew what he was capable of. 

You started moving, just for them to realise you were awake.

“Perfect timing, sweetheart!”

“Damon… All of you! Do not mess with this family, because if you kill one of them, his siblings will not rest until you are dead.”

“Blah, Blah, Blah.”

“I mean it!”

“Can somebody just call the bastard?”

You twitched, trying to free yourself from the ropes. Of course, it was useless. In times like these you really wished you were a wolf and not this pathetic little weak human.

You let out a sigh.

“I promise I will let you out as soon as this is over.” Elena whispered. “I am sorry you are caught in the middle of this.”

“Elena… Listen to me, please.” You asked, almost begging. “Kol can be a nice person, if he wants. However, he is also a wicked son of a bitch who will kill anyone that gets in his way.”

“Tell me again why you are friends with him?”

“It’s complicated.”

You lowered you head, not quite wanting to reply that question. Being around him was hard and messy. It pulled you to Kol even more, though.

Both Stefan and Damon walked towards you and Elena, the latter grinning and holding a phone in his hand. You did not know what was so complicated for them to understand, however, it was already too late for that.

Y/N, why are you calling me? Something happened, love?” Kol’s voice sounded preoccupied.

“Not quite, honey.” Damon smirked, replying. “But if I were you, I’d hurry. Things are about to get wild.”

He hung up.

“Now we should get prepared.”

“Let me go, now!” You cried. “You got what you wanted.”

“We will do that… After he is dead.”

“Damon, you are so freaking annoying!”

Then they left, leaving you all alone in the dark cold cell.

Shit!

[A few minutes later]

You heard a thud upstairs and instantaneously got worried. One more time you tried to free your wrists, using all the strength you got on your bones. Push after push, nothing worked.

Where is she?” Kol screamed and you heard another thud. “Let her out. GIVE HER BACK TO ME!

“Oh damn it!” You cursed, angry with all of that.

“Y/N/N?”

“Caroline? I didn’t know you were here.”

“Listen to me, we don’t have time. Are you sure you can control Kol?”

“What have he done?”

“Just answer me!”

“Yeah, I can talk him out of killing everyone.”

“Then come.”

She was not very kind when she pulled the rope, making you stumble and almost hit the floor, since your legs were still weak from the time you spent hanging. You walked slowly and she offered to carry you, if it would make things faster.

The minute you arrived at the living room, you realised why they needed you up there. Kol had his hands right at Elena’s neck and one very close to her heart. He would kill her without blinking.

Fuck, you hated being the reason to all of this.

“Please, stop!”, you said, your eyes watering. “I am here, Kol, you don’t have to hurt anybody else.”

As he heard you, the Mikaelson loose the tightened grip around the older Gilbert. She ran away from him and hid under Damon’s arms, obviously scared. 

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, they wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I was just so worried about you.”

He pulled you into his embrace, where you went without complaining. It felt so good to be close to him. Smell his glorious scent, hear him breathing. The whole package. You almost forgot there were other people watching you hugging.

“Now you”, Kol suddenly spoke, looking at your friends. “Tell me, why you needed me here?” 

“We wanted to complete the mark. Killing you was the best cheat we got.” Damon replied.

“Funny, I guess you know that if anyone manages to kill me… My sireline dies whithin.” He stated. “Also, you all could be sired to me.”

“We are all sired to Klaus.”

“Well, mate, you can never be really sure of that.” He let out a devilish smile. “Anyway, I should get going.”

Before you and him left, Kol, in a minimum amount of time, grabbed Damon by his neck and lifted him up.

“If you ever touch her again, you will not live to tell.”

Kol then smiled and let him go, walking to you and holding your hand, after he got close enough.

Outside, it was a windy, and the moon shone vividly. A perfect ending to a very nasty day. For second you thought somebody would end up dead. And now… All you wanted to do was kiss your friend and say it would have hurt the hell out of you if he died.

Kol stopped and gave you an intense look, one that made you shudder out of pleasure. It was a mixture of feelings you did not care to understand completely.

“I love you.”

You froze.

“You w-what?”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

You bit your lower lip and he watched, a grin on his face.

“Well… I guess… Hum… I love you too.”

“Took you long enough to say it, love.”

You giggled.

He cupped your cheeks, leaning to kiss you, which he did, very carefully. His lips were wonderful and the couple of seconds it lasted, it was great. Gosh, you felt like jumping and laughing.

He smiled against your mouth.

“I guess we should get going. Nik will not be pleased to know the events of this afternoon.”

“Tell me about it!”

“You handle him.”

“Are you crazy?”

You laughed, as he placed a hand on your waist, getting you even closer to him. You could not help but think that was perfect. Not just the moment. Everything.

All perfect.

Like it should be.

Not my daughter, you bitch!

Pairings: Father!Clint x reader

Word count:2 466

Requested: Can you write one where the reader is Clint’s teen daughter and she lives in the tower with him? She’s socially awkward and gets bullied by some guys at school regularly. One day after school they drag her to a van and drive off bringing her to an old warehouse. But they just tie her up and leave. She remembers that Tony gave her a Stark phone and she manages to shimmy it out of her pocket and hit the emergency button to call her dad.

A/N: I am so sorry I’m posting it so late ♥ Hope you like it and please let me know what you think :3 Enjoy! (sorry if there are any mistakes) 

Originally posted by scar5let

“(Y/N)?! What are you doing here?”, my father asked me in shock as he entered the living room.

“Um, I’m living here?”

“Stop being sarcastic for a second and answer me!”, I rolled my eyes as I turned to look at the avenger known as Hawkeye.

“Tony said I could stay today in the tower and help him. I don’t see a problem in that.”

“But I do! It’s Wednesday, (Y/N). You have to be at school in 10 minutes.”

“Come on, Clint! Nothing will happen if she doesn’t go for a day. We all know school sucks.”, Tony interrupted my dad without moving his eyes from the magazine he was currently reading.

“Nobody asked for your opinion, Stark! And you little lady, move your body towards the car. I am driving you to school.”

“But dad!”

“No buts, (Y/N), we are going! Now!”, he spoke and grabbed my hand. As he was dragging me towards the elevator I started chuckling.

“Should I know what you are laughing at?”

“You said butts”, now it was he who rolled his eyes at my comment.

To be honest, Clint was the best dad you could ever had. As an Avenger I was seeing him rarely but since I became thirteen, mum and dad decided it would be fine if I move with him in the tower. Plus, my school was like 30 minutes away, which wasn’t much given the fact where we lived.

“Is there a problem?”, dad asked me as we were waiting in the car.

“What do you mean?”

“You are a perfect student, (Y/N). You’ve never wanted to skip school. Once when I suggested you that you almost kicked me. Why do you want to quit today?”, he was right. There was something that bothered me but thanks to Nat I knew how to lie Clint even though he was a superhero.

“No, I am just tired. My brain needs a rest after all the study I do.”

“You sure?”, daddy asked me as the car turned left.

“Yes, dad! I am sure!”, maybe it was the annoyance in my voice that gave me away but dad did nothing to show he had suspected me in lying.

The real truth was that I hated school. Yeah, a big surprise to hear that from a teenager but while the others hated it because of the studying process; I hated it because of the people there. I decided to keep who my dad was a secret. I didn’t want fake friends just because of my dad’s popularity. The first two years were okay. When you are new you focus more on getting to know what surrounds you than the people. Years later, I hardly made any friends at high school. I was shy, not so open to people but still I tried to talk with some girls that seemed nice. What a fool! If you haven’t found someone in the first two years, you are doomed to be an outsider. That was the only law in school. So basically I had no friends except the Avengers. I didn’t want to complain but let’s face it, everybody wanted someone on their age as a friend. Some months ago I met Peter Parker but we were not close to friends, only people knowing each other faces.

When dad stopped the car in front of the school I hurried to get out, mumbled a goodbye and stormed into the building where I would spend 6 hours of unstoppable torture. I made my path through the teenagers without being noticed. That was one of my superpowers. Nat, who was the only one knowing slightly about my problems, always teased me about that I would make a perfect agent. The bell rang. I took all my stuff from the locked and hurried to my first class – Maths. On my way I should have zoomed out for a moment, immersed in my thoughts, because I managed to collide with someone. My notebooks fell on the ground and I kneeled down to collect them.

“Watch where you are going, you filthy bitch.”, I knew that voice pretty well. It belonged to the fuckboy named Andrew McLander. I collected my things as fast as I could and then stood up ready to enter the classroom that was five meters away.

“Hey, where do you think you are going?”, Andrew grabbed my hand and pushed me against the lockers, “I won’t leave you like that without paying for hitting me like that.”, his face was close to mine, my skin feeling his breath.

“Leave me.”, I asked and tried to get out of his grip but in vain. He was way stronger than me.

“Mathews, what a surprise!”, he exclaimed as talking to his friend behind him, “She could talk.”, they both laughed. With some struggles I managed to escape but surely it was because he wanted so. As I was walking towards my Maths class I heard them talking.

“Remember my words, you will pay! And I’ll have such a fun when punishing you.”, the way he spoke those words made my body shiver. They were bulling me 24/7. It was like their purpose in life was to make mine hell. I’d been insulted in the worst ways you could never imagine. I was socially awkward and everyone knew it, except my dad and his friends. There were times when they had paid guys to come and flirt with me, to ask me out on a date and then ditch me. Once, a boy I had never seen sat next to me in one of my classes and through the whole lecture he was insulting me , talking to me like I was a piece of garbage. The feeling was awful. That day after we finished school I ran away without caring for the direction. I, of course, got lost but at least I had some time alone before my dad found me. I had to lie him as I always did…

After the event in the morning nothing out of the ordinary happened lately. I never saw Andrews and his friends again, the classes were going fine…and that was what scared me for a moment. It was oddly quietly. However, I kept telling myself I was getting paranoid but after the last bell for that day rang I calmed down a little. I took the required things for tomorrow in my bag and the others were left in the locker. Most of the students had gotten out of this place as fast as they could. I liked that because I didn’t have to be lock between sweating bodies while waiting to breathe the fresh air outside. As usually I took my regular path towards home. I took my headphones from my rucksack and was about to put them on when a black van stopped next to me. I had no time to process what was happening when two guys jumped from the car. One of them put his hand on my mouth stopping me from screaming while the other helped with putting me inside.  When the man loosen his grip on my mouth I screamed finally aware what was happening but seconds later I lost consciousness due to being hit hard in the head.

“Why did we bring her here?”

“Because I want to have some fun tonight, you bastard!”

The echoing voices woke me up. I began opening my eyes but due to the pain in my head they kept closing. The vision was blur, the air was filled with the disgusting smell of raw fish. All I could see were the silhouettes of my abductors and some wooden box around us. It took me some time to clarify where I actually was. Not long after the realization that I was in probably a warehouse I became aware of the fact I was tied to a chair. Moving my hands in order to escape was in vain but those actions made the people turn at my direction.

“Well, well, the ugly princess is awake, huh?”, the man speaking soon stood under the light of a small lamp positioned just above my head.

“What do you want from me?”, I asked trying to sound calm but the fear inside me made its way through my façade and showed out.

“For a pretty smart girl you tend to be really stupid.”, he came closer and took my face with his strong hand, “Tonight you will be my doll and I will be the player.”, his grip was hurting me and he knew it. But that bastard was enjoying seeing me weak, scared and in pain, “I’ll go and get the toys. Don’t move.”, after he smirked and winked at me he exited the warehouse laughing at his stupid joke.

I, on the other hand, panicked. I was god knew where, with that psychopath and his insane friends…They were capable of anything and that scared me most. They could rape me, torture me, use me as a doll like he said and then kill me without caring about that. My heart was about to jump right through my flesh. ‘Breathe! Inhale deeply and then exhale!’ Nat and daddy’s words suddenly came in my mind. I tried to listen to them and followed the instructions. It took me probably two minutes to calm down. I still was frightened to death but now I was able to think rationally. I had to call dad. Looking at my jeans I saw the pockets were empty. Fantastic! They had taken my phone. As a proof to my theory I saw my rucksack thrown in the corner of the room.

Hearing Andrews laughs from the distance my calmness was slowly fading away. ‘Think (Y/N)! Think for god sake!’ And then it hit me. Some months ago Tony created a new device. He wanted to test it and gave it to me. It was for emergency, perfect for this situation. The device looked like a small mobile phone which I was hiding in the back pocket of my jeans. It was so thin that it would barely be seen. My hands were tied around the back of the chair. The tie was tight. Surely I would have bruises tomorrow but that wasn’t important now. I moved my hands in order to loosen the tie but I barely managed to. I lifted myself a little and tried to reach the phone. The pain in both my hands and head wasn’t helping me, neither the coming steps of my abductor.  My fingers were touching it but still not enough to take. ‘Come on! Come on! Just some millimeters! YES!’, I screamed inside when I took the device out of my pocket. I turned my head to see the screen after I light it up. It had only one red button which I pressed, well touched. Immediately. Several times. The door opened suddenly which shocked me and I dropped the phone. Cursing I put all my efforts to look scared and not full of hope that my dad will come in any moment. But Andrew had heard the sound of something falling so he came to me with two or three steps. He saw the phone on the floor and kneeled to take it. Looking at it, then at me, he clenched his fingers around it breaking it. I gulped nervously.

“You think you can play games with me?!”, he screamed, “Who do you think you are?!”, and then he laughed, “And who were you going to call? You don’t have any friends!”, the whole gang almost rolled on the floor because of laughing, “Listen to me, you little whore!”, he took my hair and titled my head back, “For such a stupid movement I am gonna-”, he stopped for a moment, processing with his lil’ brain what to do. Minute later he continued, “I am gonna play and make you remember this whole night!”, he moved backwards where his two friends had been standing the whole time.

“You kept saying that since you kidnapped me. Don’t you know other words beside playing and paying?”, I retorted. He stopped turned around on his heel and almost run towards me ready to slap me, hit or kick me.

“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”, I heard my dad shouting as he caught Andrew’s arm and punched him. The boy fell on the ground and my dad shoot an arrow towards the other fuckboys. It was from those that turned into a network so now they were trapped there. Daddy turned back to Andrews. He was so close and I managed to see his face. It was red, full of anger, like a hawk flying straight to its victim ready to tear him limb by limb painfully. I’d never seen him so furious and dangerous but seeing him beating the hell out of Andrews made me happy and a little happy, just little…

“How you fucking dare to kidnap my daughter and tie her in this place!”, another punch, “You little bastard, nobody can touch my little princess!”, a kick in his stomach, “I am gonna kill you, you little piece of shit!”, daddy wasn’t that good with words when he was angry, he preferred punching and causing pain rather than talking.

“Dad!”, I spoke softly but he didn’t hear me, “Dad!”, shouting had more effect and he stopped.

“Oh my precious girl!”, his tone softened. He left the boy and came closer untying the ropes around my hands and ankles, “Oh god, how are you? Are you okay? Of course you are not okay, you were kidnapped! What a father! To let this happen to my daughter! I am an Avenger after all, how could-”

“Dad, stop! It wasn’t your fault! And if it wasn’t you I could have gotten hurt or worse. But now I am fine just because of you. Don’t you dare blame yourself.”, hearing those words, dad calmed down but as he heard Andrew coughing he turned around and spoke deadly.

“I will torture you so painfully that you are gonna prefer hell to my methods. Your screams will be a song to my ears. You are gonna regret this and if I see your faces in this city only once, I am gonna chase you, and I am gonna kill you!”, he retorted making even me shivering. The boys were about to pee in their pants given the fact what expressions they had, “Let’s go (Y/N).”, taking my hand we exited the warehouse. There was a small helicopter with S.H.I.E.L.D name on it that took us to the tower. I was still in shock but knowing that I had such a father by my side I felt safe and protected very soon.

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