Well..hi!! I was wonderig if you had any fics where they leave a baby at Stiles' door or de-aged Stiles.. just Stiles and cuteesy babies cause it's my weakness. Love you blog, keep up the great work guys!
Your weakness is almost my weakness. :D Found babies it is! -Emmy
Parrish is holding the infant like a fullback carrying
the football, tight and close to his body, as if he’s afraid someone’s
going to strip it away from him at any moment.
“Sir,” he whispers, “this baby is running hot.”
“So call the paramedics, get Sally on the line. For heaven’s sake,
Parrish, this baby needs a hospital, not the sheriff” The baby is hot to
the touch but his pale eyes, when they blink open, are clear and he’s
not flushed like a feverish infant would be.
“No,” Parrish hisses, “I mean this baby is running hot. I don’t think he’s human.”
John looks at the priest, still standing in the aisle, hunched in
concern. He looks at the baby in his duck onesie and little yellow hat.
(6,798 I General I Complete) *sterek, asexual!Stiles, spark!stiles
“A bird, okay? I heard something on my balcony and when I went out to
see what it was, this giant ass pelican dropped the kid and flew away.” Stiles
feels frozen again for a moment before a grin forms on his lips and
he’s clutching the baby to his chest, shaking with laughter. “You’re
telling me a stork brought you a little werewolf child?” Derek frowns, folding his arms stubbornly across his chest. “I told you you wouldn’t believe me,” He grumbles. “Oh
no,” Stiles says, trying to catch his breath and talk between spurts of
giggles. “I totally believe you. That’s just fucking hilarious.”
Between one thing and another, Stiles ends up living in the rebuilt Hale
House while Derek’s off finding himself. When Hunters arrive on the
heels of a supposedly feral omega, Stiles finds a baby werewolf
abandoned on the front porch… a baby werewolf with the rare ability to
shift into a full wolf.
“Would you stop with the fucking mystery and just tell us already?” Stiles snapped at him.
“We found a baby,” Scott relented, starting to half jog towards the opposite line of trees they had been standing in front of.
looked at Derek and found him frowning deeply. He reached for his hand
and squeezed, Derek looked at him and gave him a small smile, lacing his
fingers with Stiles’.
Scott took them to the big tree in the
middle of the forest that had a hollow bark, except this time when they
looked inside, it wasn’t really hollow. A little girl, maybe four or
five years old, was sitting in there all curled up in herself, her arms
hugging her knees tightly.
(12,206 I Not Rared I WIP) *sterek, character death
After a tragic accident, Stiles and Derek are now taking care of Scott
and Allison’s son. While co-parenting they discover that their love for
their fallen friends isn’t the only thing keeping them together.
“What the hell?” He blinked and jerked his head up to see if anyone was
around. “This is some really shitty joke, right?” The baby was silent,
bundled in pale pink blankets in an honest to god woven basket. Stiles knelt down and poked at it. The baby started wailing, immediately and loudly.
The baby’s wailing is piercing, Stiles doesn’t know how
Derek can stand it. He tries shushing her and cooing at her and
bouncing her a little, but the crying only gets louder, and in addition
to hurting his ears, it’s hurting his soul.
“Stiles,” Derek interrupts him mid-croon, eyebrows meeting over the bridge of his nose, “have you fed her since you found her?”
Stiles gapes and looks down at the baby’s distressed face as she bawls.
It’s been two years since that time Derek and Stiles
spent a night together. Stiles thought they had something, he was so
sure of it, but Derek began to drift away from him and towards the
pack’s old high school English teacher, Jennifer Blake. Stiles will do
anything for an explanation of the relationship between him and Derek,
but when the pack finds a baby in the preserve and Stiles volunteers to
care for the baby, he and Derek are forced to confront the nature of
their relationship and how Jennifer Blake found her way between them.
Or: The pack finds a baby, the baby forces Derek and Stiles to talk about their angsty past, and it’s all Jennifer Blake’s fault.
(25,583 I Explicit I WIP) *steter, alive Hale family, magic!stiles
Several months later, Talia’s settling into her role as alpha, Peter’s
at college, and the time-traveling trio of Stiles, Scott, and Lydia are
getting used to the idea of staying put. Sounds like a good time for
some unexpected guests.
When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies
seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is
too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a
precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take
responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he
agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do
to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so
reluctant to agree.
Life had not been very kind to Stiles Stilinski. He lost his mother
at an early age, and watched many of his friends die while he was still
in high school. He had looked at death in the eye more than once in that
year alone. He had thought about dying. More than once. He had
always expected to die mauled by a supernatural creature that wasn’t
supposed to exist, or piss off the wrong werewolf, or try Derek one too
many times: all of his deaths included a ferocious battle for survival. But
this? This wasn’t him being incredibly stupid. He had lived in Beacon
Hills dodging supernatural mauling and killer trees just to die in a
stupid airplane crash. After all that had happened, he was going to die by human hands.
(118,493 I Explicit I Complete) *stiles/isaac, derek/isaac
Isaac swears there are a billion different kinds of baby formulas in this fucking aisle… “Hey, man, you okay?” The
voice startles him; he thought he was alone in his dilemma, and he’s
embarrassed to wonder how long this guy has been standing there
observing Isaac’s pathetic internal meltdown. Something in the guy’s
face seems kind—maybe it’s those Bambi eyes, or the slight grin on his
face?—and Isaac gets the idea that even if he noticed the silent freak
out he won’t mention it. “You okay?” he repeats. “Yeah. I’m fine.” “Can
I—uh—help? Maybe? I’m not the world’s best at the whole baby thing,
but I’m a pretty awesome godfather to the world’s cutest one-year-old
prompt; one day when joker was busy terrorizing the city of Gotham he met someone that didn’t seem to be affected by any of his actions. She didn’t scream in fear or run away like the others what was it about her that made her so different from the rest?
a/n: this is a prolog for my new joker imagine. I haven’t really watched any batman movies recently the only time I did watch it was when I was 8 maybe so I am not so sure if I got joker’s character right. I mainly used Jared Leto’s joker from suicide Squad. First Joker fic y’all send me some feedback
I walked the street of Gotham with my gun on my right hand. I heard people scream as they walked pass me. Some fled, others looked at me with horror and fear. They were all so scared of me and I loved it. I felt powerful.
“Call the cops!” some guy I said. I looked at him and laughed, his eyes were filled with fear. he knew what was going to happen to him. I looked at him with a huge grin spreading my face. “You have Three seconds to run,”I looked at him dead in the eye and pulled the trigger of my gun. I had planted at least 5 bullets in his body. “Oh sorry I forgot to count,” laughed.
As I continued walking and terrorizing people around me saw a girl. She had beautiful y/h/c, I kept looking at her she was smiling. For some reason, she stayed unaffected from all this chaos that happened all around her. Why? Why isn’t she running, screaming in horror?why isn’t she running away from me?
“Boss I think someone is calling the cops,” One of my henchmen said. I looked at with angry eyes “then why don’t ya kill’em? it’s not like anyone is gonna miss’ em, “I screamed him.
I continued to admire the girl. I didn’t know why but I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her. She was breathtaking and yet she was wearing the simplest of clothes. I walked up to where she was sitting alone on a bench in the middle of the now filled with a few dead bodies park. I sat next to her smelling the sweet scent of her perfume.
She turned around to face me “hello?” she asked me in the sweetest tone. I looked at her still waiting for her to react to me, to jump and call me a monster and run away in fear like the rest of them, but she just sat there smiling at me like I was her best friend.
“hey there doll face,” told her. Her smile grew bigger I saw a hint of relief in her eyes as if she thought that I had left her here and that she was talking to herself the whole time.
“What ya doing here? All alone and by ya self?” I asked. Why am I asking her these stupid question? Why am I even talking to her when I can just kill her or better torture her?.
Her lips curled into a sweet smile “ I am not alone,” she chuckled. It was the cutest thing I have ever heard- Wait what is wrong with me I am not like this. “Well maybe at the moment but my friend went to the bathroom and said he would return to get me,” she looked at me her eyes still filled with hope “ but he didn’t come back,”. My blood started to boil when she told me that her so called ‘friend’ left her here. How can someone do that to her? To such an innocent and delicate little flower like her?
“How ‘bout I drop ya home? what ya say doll face?” I ask in the hopes she will agree and accept my offer. “ Oh no it’s fine-” I put a finger on her lips “ ah ah ah I will not take a no for an answer,” she smiled and got up. “Well then let’s get going” she moved her hand to the side on the bench where a long white stick with a bit of red on the bottom was placed and took it. She straightened the stick and held my arm in hers “I live right here down the corner so no need to take your car, “ she told me.
“ Sure thing doll face,” my henchmen looked at with wary eyes, one of them tried to come to me to take her away but I stopped him right before he could do anything.
“So doll face tell more about yourself?” I asked her “well other than I am blind I don’t know what to say”.”Take the left” she said “what?” I was totally confused. She laughed “my house it’s on your left”.
We talked a bit about each other when we reached her house and one of my stupid henchmen came.I had to resist the urge not to blow his brains out this very second “boss the cops are coming” he whispered in my ear. I motioned him to go.
“ I have to go now doll face, but I will find you,’‘ I told her and left. I will find you I whispered as went to blow the cops brains because he interrupted my and my doll face’s conversation.
Anonymous said:can you pleaseplease please do a sequel to “used and tortured” where y/n finally grasps the courage to tell J who did it and he tortures him and gets revenge? its probably really lane but i just love it sm
NOTE: The bad character/kidnapper in this imagine is just someone I made up.
I was all alone again. She wasn’t here by my side. Half of our bed was cold. Y/N was just gone.
Our penthouse seemed colder without her here. So I was outside as much as possible. ‘’Y/N!’’ I yelled loudly, feeling a mix of emotions running through my veins. Feelings I hated. Anger, misery, pure rage and confusion. It was dark. So dark that I couldn’t see. I only felt things. Now I was cold. ‘’Y/N!’’ I tried again, but my only answer was my own echo.
Suddenly I felt tired, really tired. A light came out of nowhere, beaming on the ground in front of me. I saw a lifeless body. It was Y/N. ‘’No’’ I growled and stepped closer. My legs were heavier as I got near the body. She was naked, full of bruises and bleeding wounds. Then I saw her eyes, dull like a doll’s eyes. She looked dead.
I collapsed on my knees next to her and let her blood soak my clothes. ‘’Who did this to you?!’’ I shrieked out loudly, feeling a stinging pain in my body. I wasn’t an expert on naming these sad feelings. ‘’Speak to me’’ I demanded, but she didn’t. I put my hand on her face and I held my breath in agony. Instead of seeing her normally, her face fell apart in my hands. My eyes widened and I let go immediately. What the hell?
‘’J! Snap out of it!’’ Her lifeless body told me. I stood up and looked at her in confusion. ‘’You’re..’’ I tried to speak, but then my mouth felt like it was glued shut. ‘’Wake up’’ She told me again. Suddenly my vision blurred until I saw nothing but darkness. I opened my eyes and now I was in a safer place, our bedroom.
Y/N was right in front of me and she seemed worried. Her hand was on my cheek and her body was close to mine, under the same warm blanket. We were home. Right, we found her. She’s safe now. ‘’Was it a nightmare?’’ She broke the silence, bringing me back to reality. God it felt good to see her there instead of waking up alone with an awful unsure feeling.
Y/N was the only one who could make the voices in my head go away.
‘’Something like that’’ I sighed, not wanting to admit it to her. Then I pulled her body closer so I could be as close to her as I could without hurting her. She scented like her favourite shampoo because we took a real long bath before going to bed. Then I recognized gunpowder and my cologne. It killed me to think that I didn’t take care of her better. I was so stuck with my criminal job that I totally ignored Y/N and she got kidnapped. Damn I’d tear those men limb by limb the second I could. They’d regret hurting my queen. I repeat my queen.
‘’J’’ She whispered quietly, making me look into her pretty E/C eyes. It relieved me to see that glimpse of life in them. ‘’Yes?’’ I purred tiredly then gently running my fingers across her bare arm. ‘’I remember what they called the boss’’ She admitted, kinda surprising me because I didn’t expect to hear that in the middle of the night. Bloodthirst and anger ignited in my heart as I remembered.
‘’Tell me’’ I demanded seriously, ready to get up and get those motherfuckers now. ‘’Cosmo’’ She whispered to me. First it didn’t ring any bells, but when she continued, I saw his ugly face in my mind. ‘’He had a jacket with ‘newblood’ written on it. Then he had red hair and yellow contact lenses’’ Y/N continued with a fragile voice. The girl who was usually so happy and crazy was now so small and broken. It made me so angry. So fucking full of hatred.
‘’Cosmo’’ I growled and then sat up in bed. Cosmo was a stupid wannabe gangster. He came to Gotham a while ago with his little squad and they made ‘newblood’. They wanted to get rid of the biggies like me so they could take over Gotham.I should have guessed! ‘’I’m going to kill him’’ I promised Y/N and got up. I was ready to leave now.
‘’J’’ She said my name a little louder. I groaned and turned to look at her. She was covering her almost naked body with the purple blanket. I tried my best to stay as calm as I could, but it was hard. Most people knew that I had trouble controlling myself. ‘’Where are you going?’’ Y/N asked me. I looked away from her and grabbed my black jeans from the end of the bed. ‘’I’m going for a ride baby. Don’t worry I’ll be back soon with a surprise’’ I promised her, but I sounded a little wicked. I could already picture how I’d torture that sad pathetic piece of shit in my mind.
‘’I don’t want to be alone’’ She told me and looked away, almost like she was ashamed. It made me stop doing what I was doing. Y/N was really sad, like so sad that it was hard to understand. I didn’t know what to do. ‘’You’re safe here you know that’’ I tried to reassure her. Suddenly she faced me with glistening eyes. ‘’I’m coming with you’’ She let me know. ‘’You sure you want to?’’ I cleared my throat and then crawled back in bed. I put my hands on her face and looked deep in her eyes. I could tell that she was scared, yet she nodded.
‘’Let’s go kick his ass’’ She tried to smile. Although she had gone through that, she still had to spark of cruelty in her soul. ‘’That’s my girl’’ I smiled back, happy that she wanted to come. Damn Cosmo would be sorry and so would his men.
Frost had been nice enough to gather my best henchmen and we were now at the hideout for the ‘newbloods’. It was a stupid of building at the west side of the city close to the old factories. We were going there with seven black cars with me, Y/N, Frost and four more men in the lead. I was dressed in my black pants, my maroon button up shirt and my silver jacket. Then I had the perfect torture plan in my head, driven my anger and the hunger for revenge.
Frost parked the car near the doors and I hurried outside. Y/N and I were surrounded by my goons as we all got ready. I bet Cosmo noticed us already and he was behind a window wetting his pants. ‘’Knock knock!’’ I yelled loudly, loading my gun that I would use to hurt him, not kill him. Oh no shooting him would be too kind. He’d be tortured so bad he’d wish he was never born.
‘’It’s polite to open the door since we don’t want to barge in’’ I yelled again, but the truth was that I was more than happy to explode the door and the wall around it. Nothing came back. So I looked at a goon dressed in a batman suit and I gave him a nod. You see fake batsy had a rocket launcher. Everyone stepped back to a safe distance and then we watched. A few seconds later he launched the deadly gun and a loud explosion ruined the door completely. I giggled happily as I saw fire and a few of Cosmo’s goons burning on the ground.
‘’Let’s get him boys!’’ I declared loudly and then most of us hurried inside. I grabbed Y/N’s hand because I wouldn’t dare to lose sight of her. She grabbed my hand a little tighter and then we went inside as well. Oh no one, I mean no one would get away with disrespecting my queen. The only person I actually cared about besides myself. Cosmo Cosmo, such a shame he was so dumb.
My goons did the job for us, making it easy to find Cosmo. They shot every single man under Cosmo’s command. Soon he’d just give himself to us. The place smelled like drugs, dirt and blood. Gunshots echoed through the dark building as men fell down dead. Y/N and I could just walk though smoothly. I kept glancing at her tho, because I was worried. She looked a little nervous, but she wanted this.
‘’Cosmo!’’ I called out for him. We all stopped on the second floor with loads of guns, dead bodies, cameras, dirty beds and locked doors. I saw cocaine bags and it smelled like it too. As the gunshots calmed down I heard women’s cries. Not that I was a saviour or anything but I couldn’t help but to think of Y/N. Just two days ago she was here, behind those doors. It made my anger ten times worse. ‘’Let them out for fuck’s sake. He can’t keep anything’’ I spat harshly to some of my goons. They nodded and walked to the doors. Then I looked around angrily, scanning everything I could.
Then I saw a door just a little better than the others. I knew that the rat was hiding there. So I walked over and shot the lock a few times. ‘’Come out come out’’ I growled and kicked the door open. My goons ran inside first, but I followed closely. There was was, trying to get out the window.Oh hell no. I ran over, letting go of Y/N’s hand at the same time. Then I grabbed Cosmo’s black leather jacket and pulled him inside and smashed him on the floor. He landed on his back and yelled like a little girl.
Now that I saw him like this I felt like I could kill him right here and now. He was so dirty, full of sin. He hurt my girl. He touched her! I couldn’t even say anything until mu anger got the best of me. I started punching his ugly face. I wanted to smash his skull into a billion pieces. He coughed out blood after a few punches, but I kept going. ‘’How does it feel like? Huh?’’ I hissed and grabbed his jaw tightly, making him look up to me. My breathing got heavy and I felt like a wild animal. Cosmo was panting , but he didn’t reply.
Then I punched his nose so hard that I could hear and feel it breaking under my touch. ‘’You have no idea what I’m going to do to you’’ I laughed darkly. After beating his face until he bled a lot, I cupped his cheeks. ‘’We’ll have a good time, right?’’ I snickered, wiping away some blood from his face. Cosmo tried to speak, but I covered his mouth and nose, not letting him breathe.
‘’I’d love to kill you right now, but I have better plans’’ I pouted, speaking slowly.Cosmo tried to hit me so he could breathe, but I slapped him. It was really hard not to kill him on the spot, but I knew it would be too easy for him. So I got up and let my henchmen take him to the torture room back home. I turned to look at Y/N. I couldn’t tell if she was happy or disgusted perhaps scared.
‘’You’re bleeding’’ She told me. Then she walked over and grabbed my hand, showing me my knuckles. She was right. ‘’It’s worth it’’ I shrugged and then took a deep breath. Y/N kissed my hand gently and then hugged me. It took me back a little bit, but I didn’t mind. It took me a few seconds to hug her back, even tho I didn’t tend to show affection on heists. This one just happened to be different.
‘’Thank you’’ She whispered gratefully. I just nodded and ran my fingers through her soft hair. I’d do anything for this girl, but I didn’t know how to say it out loud. Even tho I was bad at showing my feelings, she could tell. She didn’t need normal love, because she could read the little signs. ‘’Now let’s go home. I’m sure you want to get your sweet revenge’’
A/N: Haaaaa I actually think that..this has to continue in part 3 :)
The scene at Jeffrey Dahmer’s apartment is considered by Milwaukee Police to one of the worst they ever encountered. Photographs of bodies in various stages of dismemberment, barrels containing acid, boxes of various body parts plus three human heads found in a refrigerator were among the items recovered during a search of Dahmer’s apartment, the now-now infamous apartment 213 at the Oxford Apartments, Milwaukee, Wis.
Dahmer would also confess to having sex with his victims’ corpses, preserving skulls, keeping various body parts, showering with corpses, cannibalizing some of his victims’ remains and trying to create living zombies by performing lobotomies with a power drill and pouring acid into the holes.
What was Jeffrey Dahmer like as a neighbor? Were there any signs that the tenant in apartment 213 was abnormal?
Jeffrey Dahmer’s neighbor from across the hall, Vernell Bass, stands outside of Dahmer’s apartment
Dahmer’s neighbor, Henry Barnett, describes Dahmer as never looking anyone in the eyes. “He always looked down,” Barnett says.
Other neighbors also described Dahmer as an introvert, always dressed in the same T-shirt and jeans.
The other tenants at the Oxford Apartments describe a horrible, unrecognizable smell throughout the whole building that seemed to originate from Dahmer’s apartment. The smell was thought to be either spoiled food or even a rat that had died in the vents.
Pamela Bass, Dahmer’s neighbor from across the hall, talked to Dahmer about the smell many times. She says that Dahmer was always polite when she spoke to him about the smell, saying that he claimed that meat had spoiled in his freezer and that he planned to thoroughly clean the freezer with Pine Sol.
Who would ever think that a neighbor was a serial killer?
Bass said that “Maybe we should have thought something. But how could anybody know he was collecting dead bodies? I didn’t know what a dead body smells like.”
Bass recalled other strange things about Dahmer and said, “I would hear a buzz saw running in the early evening, I thought he was building something."
She also said she heard Dahmer swearing when she was sure he was alone in his apartment.
After news of his crimes hit the media, many people who had missing family members showed up at the Oxford Apartments thinking that perhaps their loved one may have been a victim of Dahmer.
One woman, Bernice Lipsom, said that she last saw her 41-year-old son Aaron Vickers alive on June 10 after leaving him off at The Oxford Apartments. Vickers has not been seen or heard from since. He failed to pick up his disability check and hadn’t called Lipsom.
Lipsom said, “My heart dropped in the bottom of my stomach when I heard what happened here. Either he’s not able to talk or he’s dead. If he could talk he’d call his momma. If his body is in there, I want to know.”
“Parts of Many Bodies Found In Milwaukee Apartment,” by Isabel Wilkerson, New York Times, July 24, 1991
On the night of 4th
June, 2017, 45-year-old electrician Sergey Egorov of Moscow was spending time
in Redkino village, Tver oblast, and was invited on a local party. During the party,
he got drunk and had an argument with other guests that did not believe him
when he said that he have served in the army. Sergey got angry and opened fire on
the guests, killing 9 people. One of the guests, 21-year-old woman called
Marina managed to hide under a blanket and had to witness her friends’ death. She
said that Sergey would make women dig graves for their men and then kill the
women. The police arrived when everyone in the house
except Marina were dead. She said: “I saw blood, guts and body parts. I was
covered in blood. I wanted to take a gun and to kill the killer”. Sergey Egorov
Info: You found yourself in the hospital with Beth, your sister, and separated from your boyfriend Rick. Soon a deal is to be made so you could get back to your group but things don’t go so smooth.
Warnings: mentions of Beth’s death, some gore
“Beth, no matter what, you go first. You get over there and stay there, you hear me?” I whispered to her as we approached the doors.
My fear was the trade wouldn’t go smooth. If they go one of us but Dawn switches it up, I want Beth to get out. She was my priority, she needed to see Maggie again. I took a deep breath as Dawn opened the door, we all walked together, meeting Rick’s group halfway. I saw Rick and he saw me. His eyes turned happy but then had to go right back to his macho front to get me back. I smiled seeing him but tried not to get too excited in case it doesn’t work out. My heart was racing.
Dawn and the others cleared a path for Beth and I to have a better view of them, most likely vice versa but I didn’t mind. I could feel myself shaking, tears could possibly spill out. He was so close but so far. I held Beth’s good hand tightly, she looked at me with a smile and nodded.
“They haven’t been harmed” Rick spoke.
His voice gave me chills, I haven’t heard it in weeks.
“Where’s Lamson?” Dawn asked.
“Rotters got him” A woman cop spoke with Rick close behind her.
“We saw it go down” The man spoke with Daryl right behind him, a hand on his collar.
“Oh” Dawn spoke “Sorry to hear that, he was one of the good guys”
I could see the guilt in Ricks’ eyes as they passed over yours before hitting the ground. There was a tense moment of silence, maybe for Lamson, or for Dawn and Rick to gather thoughts to form into words.
“One of yours for one of mine” Dawn says.
“Okay” Rick nods and signals Daryl to go up with his prisoner.
“Move” Daryl grunted and pushed him forward.
“Go” I whispered to Beth and she went forward.
I saw Rick almost look disappointed that it wasn’t me. I watched her walk into Daryl’s arms and then I was alone. I got more and more nervous. What if Dawn just called it off now, or someone died.
Dawn took me by my arm and started to lead me. Rick was bringing the woman officer. I was shaking so bad I could barely walk. Finally Dawn let go of my arm and Rick let the woman go. I walked a bit faster before falling into Rick’s arms. He put his hand on my face and ran his thumb over a cut on my cheek before kissing my forehead.
“I love you” He mumbled.
We kept walking back to the others and we were even.
“Glad we could work things out” Dawn said.
“Yeah” Rick said gruffly without even turning back.
“Now I just need Noah, then you can leave”
We all stopped and turned around. I thought the deal was done. I shook my head in disbelief.
“It’ll be okay” Rick said to me and walked forward to Dawn, “That wasn’t part of the deal”
“Noah was my ward, Beth took his place, now I need him back”
Noah inched forward. Daryl stopped him with his hand and joined Rick in front of the rest of us.
“He ain’t stayin” Daryl spoke.
“He’s one of mine, you have no claim on him”
“The boy wants to go so you have no claim on him” Rick corrected her.
“Then we have no deal”
“The deal is done” Rick said tilting his head.
“I-it’s okay” Noah said limping forward.
“No, no” Rick stopped him.
“I gotta do it” Noah says, handing Rick a gun.
“It’s not okay” Beth said, she looked up at me.
Beth took my hand and squeezed it.
“I love you” She said.
My heart raced and stomach filled with butterflies. She was up to something but I wasn’t sure what or when. I couldn’t get any thoughts together. As Noah started to walk forward Beth stopped him for a hug. Her hand left mine, leaving it exposed to the air.
“I knew you’d be back” Dawn says arrogantly.
Beth let go of Noah and walked to Dawn. I didn’t think much of it, she wouldn’t do anything to endanger us. I just shrugged it off.
“I get it now” Beth says.
“Rick” I say trying to get his attention.
Beth had the scissors. She told me about her plan to get them but I didn’t think she’d use them now that we could leave this place. Everything slowed down. Rick didn’t turn to me, he was only watching them carefully. Then Beth did it, she stabbed Dawn in the shoulder and almost instantly a gunshot was sent through Beth’s head. The blood shot out through her blonde hair and I stepped back in shock. I felt sick. Tears welled up into my eyes, Carol had caught me in her arms. We all stood in shock, both groups. Rick wiped the blood off his face. Daryl pulled out the gun Noah just gave him and shot Dawn right in the head. The hospital cops all raised their weapons and we raised ours in response. Carl took me to the back of the group as I was in no state to be holding a weapon.
“Hold you fire” Someone spoke form the opposite side “It’s over, it was just about her. Stand down”
Carol brought me forward again. I walked to Beth’s body, Rick tried to comfort me with a hand to my shoulder but I shyed away. Daryl was preparing to get Beth’s body.
“No” I said to him and he backed away.
“Ya sure?” Daryl asked me.
“I got it” I say and crouched down.
“Just let me know if you need help”
I swept one arm underneath her back and another behind the crook of her knees and stood up weakly. I looked at her face, it was losing color. I kissed her cheek.
“I love you too” I said with my voice cracking.
Daryl led us out of the building to meet the others, I heard that as we were leaving. Rick walked in front of me, ready to help me whenever. Noah held the door open for us and I nodded him a thank you. As I walked out I realized Maggie would have to see this. I didn’t stop walking though. When she saw Beth’s body she dropped her gun and fell to her knees.
“Beth!” She cried out and Glenn helped comfort her.
“Daryl!” I called out feeling myself shutting down.
Rick helped until Daryl got to me. I transferred my sisters dead body into Daryl’s arms and fell into Rick’s. I sobbed and sobbed.
“I’m sorry” Rick said.
“No, I’m sorry. I-it’s my fault. I let her go up there” I told Rick.
“None of us could’ve been prepared for that, (Y/N)”
“She said ‘I love you’ before going up there”
“You can’t blame yourself. You don’t need to add to your hurt right now. Just focus on mourning and then healing. I love you, (Y/N), and I know you can do this”
Adrien wakes up floating 20 feet in the air. He thinks he is flying and enjoys floating, until he notices that there is a crowd of people watching an ambulance.
He floats down there and sees his himself, or specifically his body being put into the vehicle. He naturally freaks out.
“Do you really have to shout? Your dead, it happens.” a voice from behind him says.
It is a black haired individual with green eyes (light green on the whites of his eyes, and dark green irises) wearing a I’m with stupid t-shirt and jeans.
He reveals himself to be a death god, or grim reaper or whatever. Calls himself plagg.
Adrien finds it hard to believe that this guy is basically death.
Plagg smacks him on the back of the head and says.
“Its idiots like you that make wearing this shirt all the more essential. You are floating in the air and you just saw the ambulance take your body. Use your head!”
Plagg reveals that Adrien isn’t 100% dead. He is only in a coma. But that he will die within a week or so. He then says his spirit was suppose to not leave his body yet, but he has one of those “Weird souls” that makes him defy norms.
A red haired girl shows up and chews out Plagg for not explaining the important part of the ordeal. She calls herself tikki.
Plagg sighs but decides to explain.
“Technically you weren’t suppose to die yet. You also did a heroic act, and you are a goody goody, so we can give you a chance to come back to life. But you have to do something in order get that second chance.”
So plagg explains that he has to Fulfill the requirements. Problem is he is a spirit and needs someone living in order to help him do the tasks.
So Adrien needs to find a living person that can see him.
“You need to find someone who has a strong spirit that can see you, or someone that has a strong connection to you, like a family member, a close friend, a significant other. Someone that cares about you greatly. That doesn’t guarantee that they will see you but it improves the odds. If they have both, that would be great.” Tikki explains.
So now Adrien needs to find someone to help him comeback to life.
Because I’ve been seeing so many “Stiles isn’t abusive/problematic - he’s done nothing wrong” I’m going to pull everything from all seasons into one big anti Stiles master post! Stiles stans… do not bother arguing because 1) I don’t care.. and 2) I really don’t fucking care…
Season 1: Oh boy, the kick off… Let’s begin with the scene Stiles stans think is soooooooooooo funny and fun! When Stiles tied Scott up and treated him like a dog because Lydia kissed Scott and not him… Stiles stans like to argue that this is because of the full moon. Okay, yes. I can understand that and that is okay. BUT you know what isn’t okay? Stiles dehumanising him; treating him like a dog - writing “Scotty” on a dog bowl - because the girl he was creepily obsessed with kissed Scott and not him. That isn’t right on any level. Then there’s Stiles finding amusement in hurting Scott - smiling and laughing while ditching lacrosse balls at Scott. Stiles blamed Scott for his dad getting injured when the Mountain Lion attacked the school parking lot. 1) that, in no way shade or form, was Scott’s fault. He had no control on where and if there’d be a Mountain Lion there at that time. 2) this is a reoccurring thing; blaming Scott for his dads injuries. The scene where Stiles went to see a drugged Lydia…. it was fucking gross. He showed absolutely no restraint when Lydia flopped herself into his lap while high; only did when she moaned Jackson’s name - and before that he closed a previously open door - real creepy. Then there’s the dance, where Stiles literally screams at Lydia when she said she wouldn’t dance with him. She said NO, dude. When a girl says no she means no. But did Stiles accept that? Nope. Kept at it until she said yes. See that, kids? When someone says no just keep yelling at them until they say yes! :)
Season 2: Stiles yet again yelling in Lydia’s face when she came to him for comfort - making Lydia wanting to save the guy she loved ALL ABOUT HIM AND HIS WAY MORE IMPORTANT PAIN. And when Stiles manipulated his own father, who has a cannon drinking problem since Claudia died, into drinking more for information. And then made a little quip about the whole situation - like it’s some kind of joke. Speaking of his father, Stiles also time and time again uses his daddy’s power and privilege for his own gain. Which ultimately had his father fired.
Season 3: This is the season when my hatred for Stiles truly began. When Stiles asked Isaac, who had been abused by his own father for most of his life, if he was “still milking that” when Isaac offered his opinion. Stiles stans like to play this off as “Stiles being sarcastic!!1!!!!!1!” No. Sarcasm is used to be ironic, comedic, or even some times to be an asshole. Not to emotionally abuse someone. Stiles yelling at Lydia when she called him second after finding a dead body; calling the police first…. you have Lydia, who’d just saw her first dead body and was shaken up to Hell because of it, and did the right thing and all 911, and you know what Stiles decides to do? Scream at her because of his fractured little ego.
Season 4: This season I can only remember one horribly thing he did (which is a record for Stiles) but it only being one it is still so wrong. When Stiles called Liam, someone who was a suffer of “I.E.D.” a “walking time bomb” to his face…. you see? Yet another time when Stiles emotionally abused someone hiding behind sarcasm. There’s no way to spin it. Saying that, let alone to Liam’s face, was so God damn wrong.
Season 5: Oh boy… this fucking season. Let’s just dive into the absolute worst thing he did: blame Scott YET AGAIN for his fathers injuries. Oh but this time it was so much worse. Stiles physically abused Scott by throwing him against the wall, then spitting out “you’ll heal”. And what comes next is the best: Stiles doesn’t apologise or seem to regret his actions. He instead, takes his fathers advice to FORGIVE SCOTT. We then have Stiles leave Malia when she was the only person there for him. And then have HM treat her like shit when it was HIM who treated her poorly and left HER.
Season 6: Stiles isn’t in this season much - thank fucking God for that. But in his short presence he’s done a lot. When he confessed his “love” for Lydia; that he’s had it for all of high school… what it’s saying is that he played Malia. That he used her because he couldn’t have Lydia. And when times got a little rough he just chucked Malia aside and acted like she was the problem - treated her like shit. No matter what your opinion on Stalia is you can not agree with what Stiles did; can not think it was okay.
There’s also, during - i think - all seasons, when Stiles abused his father’s privilege as the Sheriff to do illegal background checks on people who literally did nothing to warrant. Sure, Theo is a thunder cunt. But his most grievous insult was wanting to join Scott’s Pack.
I enjoy flawed character’s. I really do. It’s what makes them relatable and makes them feel real. But Stiles isn’t even that. He’s problematic. He’s abusive. He treats his friends, family, girls, and others like shit - he uses girls; plays with their feelings because he can’t have the girl he want.
Stiles Stilinski is one of the most horrible written characters in existence - a title he shares with Damon Salvatore.
Maybe triggering for some so CAUTION- weight shaming, body shaming.. DONT SHAME PEOPLE ON HOW THEY LOOK, ITS NOT NICE!!!!!
You never felt like one of the it girls all skinny and perfect. You had curves and big boobs with stretch marks. You were very self conscious about your body that is until you meet Happy Lowman. That man loved you for who you were. The rambunctious, spunky tom boy.
One day you had forgotten you left clothes at Happys dorm when there was a lock down. You drove up to the clubhouse and all the guys bikes were gone. So you went inside to see Gemma setting at the bar doing paper work. “Hey Y/N what brings you here”? “The guys went to get some supplies for the up coming run”.
“ Hey Gem, I’m just here to get some clothes that I left here last lock down”. “ Alright, maybe after your done you can help me with this work. I can’t read half of this chicken scratch they call hand writing”. she laughed “Yeah I’ll help you, Chibs has really bad handwriting”. “Oh thank you, I think he writes in his own scottish way where no one can understand a damn thing he says”. “ Your funny so funny Gemma”. You walked laughing back to his dorm when you heard two croweaters talking so you decided to listen.
Croweater 1" Happys so fucking sexy “. Croweater 2 ” Yeah he is, I would tap that so hard". Croweater 1" But hes with that fat whale Y/N". Croweater 2 “ She needs to find out hes only with her cause he loves animals.”
They both laughed and giggled about how you look. Saying you should just give up trying to look like them, you didn’t deserve Happy and that you should just crawl in a hole and go away from their man. You had forgotten about your clothes as you stormed out the bar area. Gemma looking at you confused.
“ Y/N baby what the matter”. she walked over to you her head tilted. “ Nothing I’m fine, just forgot that I had to do something”, You lied “ Ok you sure”. “ Yeah I’m sorry I can’t help you right now”. “Thats ok sweetheart”.
You walked out of the clubhouse wiping a tear away. Gemma didnt believe you and went back to the dorms and heard those two croweaters still talking. She walked in and slammed the door. “What did you two little bitches do to Y/N”? “Nothing we didnt see her”. Croweater 1 said twirling her hair. “Your lying and if you dont tell me the fucking truth I’m going to get Tig to rip your fake tits off of you and he will have a great time with your dead bodies now spill”.
“OK we were talking about her and how she doesnt deserve Happy and her weight”. Croweater 2 softly spoke. “ If anything happens to her your going to deal with Happy and I’m pretty sure you both will be happy faces before you even try to explain”. Gemma pulled out her phone and dialed Happys phone number. She told him everything the croweaters had said. He was beyond pissed. He pulled up to his house, he saw your car sitting in the driveway. His mind went to the worst.
“Y/N you home baby”? He called out. No answer. Thats when he really got scared. Then he heard a noise in the garrage. You have had enough of those croweaters bullshit. So you got a shovel, saw and garbage bags. “Y/N what are you doing”? “I heard what happen you ok”? “Yeah why wouldn’t I be”? The look in your eyes new you had planed something crazy. “Well you look like your about to bury someone”. “Maybe I am, whats it to you”? “ Lets see 1 I dont wanna have to bail my woman out of jail and 2 you have no gloves so finger prints”. He held up his finger. “ Thats why I have you”. “To tell me what I’m doing wrong”. You walked to the door and Happy stopped you. “Come on, you cant kill them”. “They mean nothing to you or me”. “ Hap I’m sick and tired of all the looks and talk about me and you”. “So maybe if I take out two no one will talk again”. “Thats not going to happen”. The look on your face made him rethink his answer. “So you don’t like the way I look either”. The anger drained from your face now replaced by sadness. “Thats not what I met”. “Y/N the way people look is not at you its me the killer thats what i was saying”. “Baby Girl I love you, forget every single person that hurt you. You and I should be the only ones caring about our relationship. You are the most amazing person that I have ever met. You can get down and dirty and you can look like you just stepped out of heaven. Your perfect to me. Why cant you see that”? " I would do anything for you to love yourself like I do". “Oh Lowman, you big solfty”. “ I love you”. Thank you for excepting all of me". “ Well Little Girl theres alot of you and I wouldn’t trade it for anything”. He pulled you close slipping one hand on your ass and the other squeezing your boob. “ Geez Hap I think you only like me for my extras”. you slapped his hand away from your chest. “ Nah thats a bonus”. He kissed you. “So are you going to help me with those bitches or em I going to do this on my own”.
“ Really, ok let me get some gloves and call Jax to give him an update. He pulled out his phone, you pinched his butt making him growel. "You know where to bury them at, I dont want this blowing up in our faces”. “Now woman, look who your talking too, I know a thousand places to bury a body”. He laughed talking to Jax You walked into the house ready to take out some trash. You knew this wasnt going to be the end of the looks and talking that people give you. It didnt matter what people thought but those two whores were died.
“You’re twenty-two,” he yelped. The potato cake fell off his fork, delicious, scrumptious thing, but he couldn’t quite focus on the food any longer.
“Keep your voice down,” she muttered. “Twenty-three in November.”
“Holy fuck,” he gasped, sitting back from the table. “I’m ten years older than you.”
“So, I hope to fucking hell that your father isn’t drinking tonight. Because if he knew how I’d been thinking about you all through dinner, he’d wipe the floor with me.”
She didn’t seem to think that was funny, but she seemed willing to roll right past it. “How - exactly - have you been thinking of me?”
“Lustfully,” he said blandly. His honesty had worked for him so far. “Undressing you with my eyes, among other things.”
She choked on something that might have been a laugh. “Well, for your sake, let’s hope he’s not out drinking.”
Oh, shit. Because then she’d have to go pick up her father. Fuck, he’d put his foot in his mouth on that one. Not what he’d meant. Only that he didn’t hit drunk guys and her father - shit. What a clusterfuck. “I’d like to meet him,” he said quickly.
She shot him a scalding, big mistake buddy, and stabbed at her potato cake with her fork. “Well, he doesn’t need to fucking meet you. In fact, you’re right. You two would definitely not get along.”
Why that stung so much, he had no idea. “Of course not. I’m a thirty-two year old man gazing lustfully at his twenty-two year old daughter.”
“That too,” she said breezily. Her eyes raked over him from across the table. “But that’s exactly why I’m letting you.. as you called it… gaze lustfully.”
“Oh?” he murmured. He loved when her voice dropped like that, how it rasped.
“You are not the same,” she chuckled. “My parents were defense attorneys. Big shot defense attorneys. They did pro bono work all the time.”
“You know,” she went on, “bleeding heart liberals. Not really the Army’s thing, Rick.”
He blinked, diverted from that were attorneys back to the sharp spark in her eyes when she called him Rick. He really liked that. “Oh, not true, Officer Beckett. I saw plenty of bleeding hearts in the Army.”
She lifted an eyebrow and a forkful of cabbage roll, her lips pale and alluring around the utensil.
“Sure,” he said, “eight of my guys were bleeding hearts on that last tour. Of course, to be fair, a mortar blew them to pieces so most of their body parts were bleeding.”
She dropped her fork.
It clattered off the table and to the floor in a strange dead space of complete silence in the deli so that everyone turned and looked at them.
He closed his eyes and ran a hand down his face. “Ignore me.”
“Forget I said that. I’m not supposed to say that.”
“Holy. Shit. Rick.”
“You were eating. Let me get you a new fork.” He jolted to his feet, rocking the table and making their wine slosh in the glasses. He’d had one sip only - at her insistence - so he couldn’t even blame it on the alcohol. (Not that alcohol ever affected him.)
He escaped to the front register and asked for a clean fork, standing stupidly as he waited for the woman to hand him a new one. As he went back to the table, slowly, he got a handle on his control and psyched himself up for finishing the meal.
Hopefully in silence. Even if it was awkward, better than having to try to explain how he couldn’t explain, or worse, just not answering her questions.
When he sat down, he handed her the fork without looking. But she wrapped her fingers around his wrist instead. He glanced up at her and everything had dropped off her face, all of the amusement and humor and sarcasm. Gone.
“You hurt my feelings, talking about my father, and so I tried to hurt you back. But I struck something deeper than I meant.”
“So did I,” he rasped. “About your father.”
She nodded shortly and released his hand, taking the fork, and he realized then that none of that had been an apology. And yet.
He wanted to know what had happened to make her parents no longer be bleeding heart liberals, why they used to be defense attorneys but weren’t any more. The drinking? Something bigger?
“How about we agree to avoid my father and your time in the service?” she said then. She poked her fork across the table and speared one of his pieces of potato cake, pushed it into her mouth. She grinned at him as she savored the bite, her lips making the effort.
It was too bad; he really would like to know about her father - all the things she wanted to avoid. “All right,” he agreed.
It was the only way. Maybe later, if he touched on his subject, she’d share something of hers.
Summary: When the outbreak started, Y/N was only a teenager. Her eighteenth birthday was only a few days away when it all went to shit. She’d flown from her hometown down to Austin for cousin Millie’s wedding. On the night of the reception, infected crashed the party, changing everyone’s world forever. Y/N managed to escape and started the long road of survival in this new and dangerous time. In Houston, she met a smuggler named Joel and his brother. The three worked together, but can anyone stay together in the apocalypse?
A/N: I’m so excited to write this series! AHHHHH
When the outbreak started, Y/N was only a teenager. Her eighteenth birthday was only a few days away when it all went to shit. She’d flown from her hometown down to Austin for cousin Millie’s wedding. The two had always been close, and Millie had asked Y/N to be an honorary bridesmaid. So Y/N took a break from college applications and was excused from school for a few days and made the trip.
“Mommmmmm, why does Y/N get to be a bridesmaid and not meeeeee?” Annabelle, Y/N’s younger sister whined from the backseat of the rental van. From the passenger seat, their father gave her a stern look.
“Don’t complain, Ana. Millie is letting you be the flower girl.”
Annabelle just huffed, sticking out her lower lip in quiet protest. Y/N leaned over, whispering in her sister’s ear.
“I wish I could be the flower girl instead,” Annabelle looked unconvinced, so Y/N continued, “I have to walk down the aisle with one of Leo’s groomsmen. You get to walk down all by yourself!” She pretended to be sad, mustering all the faux jealousy she could.
Danny turned left, straight to the hospital parking. When he received the phone call from Alice he knew that something bad happened. She told him to drive there as soon as possible and Danny almost ran through the hospital hallway. When he got there, he saw Alice and Val talking silently.
“Danny! You’re here.” Alice said.
“You were very serious when you called. Is something wrong?”
“Sit please. I need to tell you….”
“Just say it Ally.”
“Sophie is dead.”
Danny felt a huge pain washing his whole body. He covered his head into hands, trying to clear his mind. Sophie was here only hours ago, they were at the office. Now, they told him she’s death.
“It must be a mistake! Sophie is in the hotel, with Margot.” he shouted.
“Danny. Calm down. Sophie was shot in Margot’s room. We think that it was Felicity. She shot Sophie, but before that…” Alice paused, squeezed his hand. “Margot got shot too. She’s in the OR.”
Danny looked at his boss, he knew what she is talking about, but he felt like the words were passing him, he was still hoping that it’s just a bad dream and he woke up soon, in Margot’s bed.
“I want to see her.” he stood up.
“You can’t. They’re operating on her right now.”
Danny’s eyes looked went from Val to Alice. He will do anything, he will do anything to save Margot but he knew that the only thing he can do was wait. He sat on the chair once again. He lost Sophie and he doesn’t want to lose Margot too. As he was drowning into his thoughts, he heard Alice’s voice.
“I just watched the video from her hotel room. Margot wanted to save Sophie. She stood between Felicity and her, but the first one shot her.”
“Why? They don’t like each other much.” Val said.
“You crazy woman. You did it for me. Even though you couldn’t save Sophie.” he whispered to himself.
*** Danny was sitting next to Margot’s bed, when the door opened slowly. He was there almost all day and his eyes had started to become heavier, but he tried not to sleep in case Margot woke up. Danny looked at the door, Alice tried to smile, but he knew that Sophie’s death was hard for her. For him too, but since he found out Margot tried to save Sophie, he looked at it different.
“How is she?” Alice asked.
“No change, but I think she can hear my voice…or maybe I just want it to be like that.”
“We want to….” Alice took a deep breath, “we want to make a funeral soon.”
Danny looked at Margot, her skin, her body with tubes, machines which told him she was still alive. It wasn’t the Margot Bishop he knew, but she was his and he was hers. Nothing would ever change that, he understood it now. Sophie was his friend, best friend, but Margot was more than that. She was his soulmate, even if she didn’t believe in such a sappy concept.
“I’ll be there if she wakes up.” he looked at her.
“You love her?”
“Yes.” he answered immediately, touched her hair.
Beep, beep beep…the loud noise they were used to stop for a moment as did Danny’s heart. He turned to Margot almost at the same time. The Brown-eyed man looked into her blue eyes, she was awake, she was more than awake, she was alive!
“Alice go get the doctor!” he smiled, “she woke up!”
Margot’s hand slowly moved up to her mouth, she couldn’t speak in the moment when her brain produced lots of questions.
“Don’t touch it babe!” he grab her hand bring it back now to lay on her stomach, “they will remove it soon.” he kissed her forehead.
After all examinations and test the doctors made, Margot became even more sore and tired than before. She didn’t have a tube in her mouth anymore which was very helpful because she have so many questions. Every move she made brought pain to her abdomen.
“Don’t move Margot.” he sat next to her.
“I got shot but I’m not dying so come here and help me.”
“You are so stubborn sometimes.” he stood and helped her sit up straight.
“Only sometimes?” she grinned.
“What were you thinking there?” Danny started. “Felicity could’ve killed you both.”
“I was thinking about how much you would hate me.”
“Hate you? It’s impossible to hate someone who I actually love.” He said as he sat back down.
“She was your friend and I let Felicity kill her.”
“You were the one who bled. It’s not your fault and I promise you that I would never blame you for that.”
Danny gently got closer to her, he put his forehead to hers, they were sitting there, without words and after a moment their lips connected in a sweet kiss. They both knew they would have hard times waiting for them, but they also knew that they were get through it together.
**** Danny woke up with a huge pain in his back, Margot wanted him to go home, but he insiste on staying with her until she could move without pain again. He slowly opened his eyes, the sunlight irritated his eyeballs. Danny looked at Margot’s bed, he wiped his eyes to prove himself that he was seeing right. Her bed was empty and he heard water being flushed down the toilet.
“Babe are you there? Is everything okay?”
Margot opened the door with a click, she looked at Danny with her icy blue eyes. She was a bit pale, but she tried to stand straight even though her stomach was hurting like hell.
“Why are you up?” he shouted, “your doctor said you need rest and I don’t think you are relaxing now.”
“I’m going out. Not for the all day, but I’m go with you.”
“I’m not going anywhere babe.”
“You are. We’re going to a funeral.” she looked straight into his eyes.
“No. We’re not. You are not. You are too weak.”
“Danny.” she took a step toward him, touching her belly. “you will regret it. If you stay here, with me, you will never forgive yourself.”
“Okay. I’ll go, but you are staying here.”
“I am not!” she kissed him, “I’m your girlfriend. I want to support you.”
Danny held her tighter, he knew that she was too weak to be going out from the hospital. He looked at her once more before their lips connected again in sweet kiss. She was already dressed and he was the one who need to catch up.
“Give me a sec. Please don’t move from here.”
“I won’t, but you need to hurry because we only have an hour to be at the funeral.”
“We gathered her to say goodbye to the beloved Sophie Novak. She was…”
They both were listening to the priest, but both of them were a bit absent. Danny looked at the coffin, the small box was about to go under, he closed his eyes trying to understand what had actually happened, after a few seconds he felt a warm hand squeez his. Danny looked at Margot, at her blue eyes and pale skin, she really didn’t feel well, but she was here, with him in the worst day of his life.
“I’m so happy that you are here with me.”
“I’m glad to be here with you.”
Margot head was spinning, she felt the sticky liquid leaking from her wound. She closed her eyes for a moment, she already knew that leaving the hospital wasn’t a good idea. Suddenly she slipped from Danny’s shoulder which she was leaning on. He caught her immediately and lifted her light body up, her head laid on his chest when he carried her to his car.
Danny was sitting in the chair near her bed, he was so tired that his eyes closed without his permission. He drove to the hospital quick, her wound was already opened and she needed extra stitchers. He had never been as scared as the moment she pass out on the funeral, she did it for him, she risked her health, life maybe just to be with him. Danny stood up, took a few steps towards her bed, he kissed her forehead and headed to the bathroom. He left her just for few minutes…
A brown-eyed woman entered the room, her purse was big enough to hide a gun. She approached to the bed, she looked at the woman sleeping in it. They were lovers once, but it doesn’t have any matter in this job. Felicity bend over Margot’s body and kissed her cheek.
“Danny.” she said sleepy.
“Not this time darling.” Felicity answered sweet.
“Felicity?” Margot woke up,”what are you doing here?”
“I said it before, I never leave witnesses. I’m so sorry my dear, but I need to finish my job.”
Margot tried to stand up, she was so weak and the hole in her abdomen wasn’t helping either. She looked at Felicity again, she was pointing at her with a small gun she retrieved from her purse. Suddenly the door opened with a slam, Danny’s look switched from Margot to Felicity and her hand, where she was holding the gun.
“Danny don’t!” Margot shouted.
He was so close to Felicity that all he needed to do was grab her hand quick, praying she won’t shot him first. Danny grabbed her hand, twisted it and even though he never punch a girl, he hit her straight in her face. She falter on her feet and after a moment Felicity was laying in the ground, bleeding from her nose. After a moment she was grabbing by security.
“You are my hero.” Margot grabbed his shirt with both hands, kissing him.
“Sure I am. You are my treasure. I lost one of my friends, I won’t lost my girlfriend too.”
“Will you lay with me? I feel better when I feel you near me.”
“Of course. That’s what heroes are made for.” he grinned.
He lay behind her, trying not to touch the place where the wound was. Danny kissed her hair and closed his eyes, after a moment they both were asleep, cuddling.
Anonymous: Can you please do a one shot or a drabbl? reader is an avenger and Coulson call her to join his team and when reader get in the bus she and jemma (or skye) have a weird meet but still fall for each other and months later they confess each other in a weird situation? Maybe a little too much, sorry :)
I tried my best but I don’t know if this is as “weird” as you were probably hoping for. It’s more cute and a lil fluffy. Also the reader being an Avenger is a little in there but not really. I tried! ~ J :)
When you first got the call, you didn’t know what to think. You were sure it was some Hydra trap, there was no way Phil Coulson was calling you. He died before the Battle of New York happened, you saw his body, you were there when they pronounced him dead. But after a talk with Agent Hill, she confirmed that it was actually Coulson but warned you to keep it a secret from the other Avengers. You wanted to question her but thought against it– the look on her face scaring you a bit.
A morbid description of how obese people with diabeetus suffer silently and the psychological damage they inflict to people around them.
One of the things i have rarely seen posted on tumblr about obesity is the effects of diabetes and im stumped how fat people dont even care about it and dont even know the consequences. I lived my early years of my life in a very poor country where fast food is cheap and most people survive on fast food. Most of the people are highly diabetic and overweight. Most of the food they eat is fried stuff and the biggest favorite of all: soda! In the US, i dont see anyone talking much about diabetes, they put it out there but they rarely mention how it is capable of destroying your body. I want to try and avoid posting a story but i will post a typical event from my country that I witnessed and still happens and try to relate it in a non-story way as much as possible, please forgive me if it looks more like a story.
I was 8 years old, young and dumb and i remember the 210kg dude in a wheelchair living on the ground floor below us. He had a wife and 2 young kids but all he would eat is fast food and deep fried shit. He was a wife beater and his wife was kind of forced to obey his fat ass commands. The dude got diabetic apparently a few years ago and he was on a wheelchair all the time, and for some reason, he was missing a left leg (down from his left knee to his toes were missing) and his other leg was extremely bruised and bleeding, looked like a road accident fresh from 1 hour ago. I asked his kids one day and they said that he was a pirate. Dumb enough at 8 to believe that, i thought he worked on a ship and got into an accident. Sometimes at night we would hear him scream his lungs out, cursing and being very loud from their house. At that point my parents had ordered the three of us not to go out and not to look out of the window. Funny thing, the neighbours would tell their kids the same thing. We wanted to look out but we didnt, as we were scared by that guy screaming.
In those moments, i remember a very distinct smell of death that went through the walls and ceiling. It smelled as something much worse than a dead raccoon, something so strong it left a cold feeling on your spine. The adults in the neighbourhood would go and visit that house and sometimes stay there for hours. The next morning our parents would tell us nothing. It was a complete mystery what was going on and as the months flew by, i assumed he was just sick or an alcoholic and was a wife beater. I never really understood what was going on until one day i was walking down the street to join my friends to play soccer, i noticed the dude sitting on a bench in an almost isolated spot in the sun and his wife and 2 kids were kind of shielding him from being seen. I couldnt see much but i did notice one of his kids holding a small bucket below his missing leg and a yellow stick was sticking out of his knee of the left leg. I immediately knew that was no pirate leg-stick, it was his fucking bone coming out of his knee and it was yellowish green in color, had oozing liquids coming out and his bone looked like powder was falling off from it into the bucket. The skin was black and yellow, bleeding and some weird looking burst open sores leaking plasma-like liquid. The other leg was maybe worse, didnt have a missing calf but the shape of the leg was deformed, as if something had been chewing at it for days. It had a huge black and yellow open flesh wound that stretched from the knee down to the ball of the foot. His right foot had shrunk down and looked grey with lot of grey dead skin all over it. I dont even think maggots would be able to live in that. The wife was applying some powder and cleaning the sores. When i saw his leg bone (that front bone on your lower leg that hurts when its struck) it seemed like it was splitting and could be seen from the wounds. At the same time, i got a whiff of that same smell of death and quickly understood where that smell came from all this time.
The guy was crying, clearly in pain and his kids and wife looked mortified. I didnt know what to do, i panicked for a second and headed back home trying to understand what i saw. My mom was at home that day and i told her what i saw and asked her questions. She looked disappointed and told me to ask my dad when he gets home. When my dad got home, i demanded the truth. He told me that fat dude was diabetic due to too much sugar in his food and soda that the thick blood somehow caused an artery damage that wasnt feeding blood to his left foot. That was a year ago and the foot started rotting and necrotizing tissue started to consume his foot. He went to the hospital but they were reluctant to do an amputation as they said his blood sugar was so high that there was a risk of the wounds from the amputation to necrotize as well, the only way is for him to start controlling his diet, lose weight and reduce sugar levels so that amputation could be done. But the fucker didnt, he went full retard on the sugar that later on his right foot started rotting even more and the gangrene started to spread even more on the other leg. Nobody really knows what happened to his foot and how it got cut off but the neighbours speculated that he was so angry about it that he cut it off himself with the help of his wife and kids.
Fast-forward a week later, we could hear him scream out loud again, except this time he was smashing things around and his kids were crying in terror. Even from a wheelchair we could hear him cursing the wife and hitting her with something. It became intolerable so our parents once again went down and luckily the door was unlocked. I remember my dad saying he has never seen so much blood and pus lying around and the horrible death smell made him gag a few times and once they restrained the guy, we called the ambulance. My dad and another neighbour went with him in the ambulance and apparently they found out that the necrosis has started to spread to his lower abdomen THROUGH HIS FUCKING THIGHS and could start attacking organs. His bone on his left leg was apparently powder, his kneecap was a powder like substance and they had to intervene immediately. 1 week later he was discharged from the hospital but had his whole left thigh amputated. Doctors mentioned to his wife that it had to be done to stop the spreading of gangrene but at the same time, his blood sugar was very high that there was a 95% chance the wound from the amputation would never heal and become gangrenous and would spread all over his body. Even my dad’s voice trembled as he was saying it, the whole neighbourhood had suffered a trauma from that incident.
Just a week later, we heard the yelling again but this time he was more violent and started throwing things out of the windows and smashing everything. He was in a lot of pain, his voice cracked as he was yelling. Once again, the adults in the neighbourhood were ready to go help again, but this time they saw the dude’s wife scram out of the door and she had a bloodied face and her kids were crying. She put them in their car and took off. We called the police and the ambulance, when they came they strapped him up. As they were loading him on the ambulance, he died on the spot. After the sudden calm, we all got out, all we saw was a dead body with a bloodied and oozing leg on a stretcher.
Today when we hear the word diabetes, we take it for granted that its bad. But when i hear it, it brings back this unforgettable trauma and is the reason i avoid sugar. That incident has left a scar on the neighbourhood, and in our minds. We heard about the wife and kids later on. The wife went into depression and died of some unknown disease. The kids were adopted by another family and we never heard from them again.
A/N: Hey!! So I actually wanted to publish this on the new years and I guess I kinda made it? Anywayssss I was a little unsure about this chapter because I added a little Steve x Reader inside…I COULDN’T HELP IT but yeah haha. Enjoy!!
You opened your eyes and sat up, feeling your head pound, you rubbed your temples slightly. Looking around, you realized everything around you was all dark. You stood up and unsheathed your claws as a precaution before calling for someone. “Steve? Tony? Clint? Anyone?”
Your voice echoed as you walked forward, seeing a small light in front of you.
This should be the exit, you thought as you followed the light, hearing the sound of dripping water and the sound of your footsteps against the ground.
The finale episode, we saw the black hoody once figure again. An iconic figure in pll history, yet has never really shown up lately because apparently the new “A” threw away all of charlotte’s belongings. Well think about it. Who would throw away all of Charlotte’s gadgets and gear? Someone who could easily replace them all with her own. The original A who is bitter about Charlotte “taking” the game away from her is back. Mona is back.
Marlene keeps saying that the end of this season is going to come at full circle. Full circle. The only way to come full circle is to end what was started in the beginning. To give closure to the series by bringing back the original enemy -Mona. If you think about it. Mona has always been the mystery. Mona has always had us on edge of our seat wondering if we should trust her/ like her. We have never truly rooted for Mona as a character. She is not one of the 5 girls, the 5 best friends, and she knows that and she knows she will never be apart of that. There. That’s the motivation once again. She wanted Charlotte released, so the chance would be given to one, get her revenge on the thief who stole her game, someone who would also be at her most vulnerable state ever - easy for attack and two, for her to bring back that game she never got to finish.
Mona got her game back. She got the liars to stick around Rosewood, having them become obsessed with this A.D. person.
Yes. A.D. The person everyone is freaking out about. But what if there is no A.D. anymore. What if A.D. died… maybe the way Archer Dunhill did….. Archer Dunhill. A.D. maybe? Elliot, a name more familiar to us, was the one tormenting the girls with series of A-texts, a tactic he could thank his previous patient and lover, Charolette, for. Ali was uncertain about trusting the girls for saying they didn’t kill her. So he put them to the test.. maybe to see if Ali was right but more so to punish them for killing his lover. Yet, they lied. Hannah said she killed him. We still don’t know how this person knew Hannah was lying but we know that they found out because this person definitely punished Hannah for it. He was the one who tortured her, something that is very familiar for him to do, as he tortured Ali pretty brutally as well. (also Mary Drake came to Hannah that night. Told her to escape. Then chased after her in her car to drop her off safely at home)
Furthermore, A.D is dead. Archer.. Elliot.., whatever you want to call him, that man died. We saw them dig the grave and throw his body in and then come back to check up on him only to see the dead body rot in the ground. He’s dead.
But who else knew all of this was happening? MONA.
Mona helped the girls out. Of course she did. That’s what Mona does when she is A. She tortures them yet also helps them out in a creepy way. She didn’t want her dolls to go to jail forever because they finally shut up someone that was getting in the way of her game. She helped them out. She “put” Archer in France. FRANCE FRANCE. Mona’s favorite place… (one could also argue that’s charolette’s favorite place tool)
Also there have been a lot of deaths of people teaming up either trying to figure out who killed Charlotte (Mary and Archer) or the other group with unknown motives (Noel, Sara, and Jenna.)
Well. Archer died. Sara died. Noel died (hahahaha), and now she has Jenna.
So many masks this season. Why? Well Mona can’t be gallivanting around Rosewood in the iconic black hoody figure anymore because Charlotte ruined that look for her. Everybody in Rosewood knows about the girls and the bunker and what Charlotte did to them. (Remember Ali’s first day of school how all the people dressed up in black hoodies?) So Mona cannot be going around looking like the old enemy. So she returns back to the idea of masks - something that has been a running theme for the show ever since the beginning.
But back to the finale.
Yes I agree with many of you. Mona let Noel out. She was the only person who knew where he was because everyone knew he was kidnapped. SHe let him out while Haleb was getting back together. Mona let him out because she wants the girls to be fixated on this A.D. person and be completely fixated on connecting the dots to Mary Drake, connecting him to Mary Drake. So she released someone who would do that for her.
Then her and Caleb would then spy on Jenna… but only to find out that nope it’s not Jenna. hahaha it’s Sydney. So now. Mona is like well. Damn. Noel and Jenna teamed up for something. So she got dressed in her iconic outfit. The black hoody. Used the tracking device that caleb put on Hannah’s phone. Found the liars. Lurked around the house. Then popped in when she heard the gun shots. Mary Drake then knocked Jenna out, tended to Spencer, Mona came in, dragged Jenna out, put her in her van and is now throwing her away for messing up everything by shooting Spencer.
Mona has been sketchy this whole season in a very mundane way.
She’s back and I can’t wait to see where this storyline might go.
Christ Themes Being Teased for Season 7b and How It Relates to Beth’s Return
Hey everyone! This meta is going to be about the different Christ themes already being teased for Season 7b. They are so incredibly obvious, and the Season hasn’t even aired yet! If you’re unsure what Christ Themes have to do with Beth Greene and her return please check out my tags here (X) on how they relate. If you don’t want to read through the tag then i’ll give you a quick rundown and you’ll just have to trust me with the rest.
So, for a while Team Delusional has noticed Beth and her similarities to Christ. It’s not uncommon for shows and writers to use religion as symbolism in their show/story. Beth always wears crosses, she’s had multiple different cross bracelets and a cross necklace. The holy numbers 3 and 7 have been shown at random times around her, or spoken about around her. She was beaten and harassed before she died much like Christ. She then sacrificed her life for Noah’s, like Christ was a sacrifice for us. How is this even important to TD? Well, to simply state it because Christ rises again. Much like TD believes Beth will. Again, this is a general and quick rundown and if you’d like to know more check out the link to the tag above.
Season 7b has already teased two HUGE Christ symbols. Not only are they both massive Christ references, but they are both huge resurrection Christ symbols.
Sitting back in your chair, you were just finishing the books for the month for your dad. Looking at the picture on the corner of your desk you smile at the family portrait.
Nero, your little brother and you, the three amegigos. Putting the picture down, your phone vibrates. Pulling your phone out of your purse, you smile at the text from your boyfriend Happy.
You hadn’t told your dad about the two of you yet, he was over protective of you. You were pretty sure he’d flip out when you finally do tell him. You and Happy had been together for almost a year.
Sending Happy a text back, you let him know that your leaving Diosa right now. Shoving your phone back in your purse you never make it out the door.
Nero and the rest of the club comes flying into Diosa among the carnage. The rooms are littered with dead bodies of the girls that work there and clients.
They stare in disbelief, knowing the Chinese are to blame. Knowing that there is going to be retribution.
Happy comes storming into the building. “(Y/N)!”
Nero grabs him, giving him a shake. “She’s not here. Why are you yelling for my daughter?”
Happy clinched his saw. “She was working late, getting the books done.”
Nero took off for the office, yelling his daughter’s name.
You lay curled up under your desk shaking, afraid to move, afraid to breathe. Thinking that you heard your name being called, you thought about moving from your hiding spot. Fear kept you, where you were.
Hearing the door open, you held your breath. Glass crunched under footsteps, the chair moved back.
Your heart started beating out of control, then you saw your dad’s face. He pulled you our from your hiding spot.
He wraps you in a hug, you hear him thanking God for sparing you. He releases you, looking over you see Happy coming through the door. Moving slowly towards him, he meets you half way. Pulling you into his arms, kissing you.
“I love you. You scared the hell out of me!”
“I love you too!”
“It’s about damn time, you two come clean and stop sneaking around!”
You turn around looking at your dad. He walks over hugging you both, giving his approval. Some how you’d survived the night to be with the ones you loved.