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SECRET SESSIONS LONDON - MY STORY💕

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WE THEN WENT TO GET OUR MERCH AND GET ON THE BUS AND I WAS GENUINELY STARSTRUCK AND ME AND EMMA JUST KEPT LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AND BEING LIKE DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?!?!?!

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

Abbie x @taylorswift

I think the worst thing that fandom culture and the increasing acknowledgement of fandom culture from creators has wrought is this

incredible amount of entitlement that people in said fandoms get like

just because creators know something is a thing in a fandom doesn’t mean they have to do it or else they hate their fans. It’s a consistent thing I’m seeing more and more in fandoms and it’s getting worse. Like all the steven universe garbage that’s happened over that show’s run and now overwatch like

people are wishing other people dead because a robot ninja and an angel woman are dating. and there are people who are legit horrified at the sheer concept of characters being straight and I’m just sat here wondering how they can possibly tolerate real life.

the fact that people get so entrenched in what they perceive as author approval when their ships and headcanons aren’t immediately shut down, despite said author interacting with the fanbase, that their mental health deteriorates when something contradictory is even hinted at is just sickening like

I just went on twitter and saw people legitimately wanting to kill a man on the overwatch team because of gency and like

its. not. yours.

you do not own overwatch. you do not own steven universe. you do not own anything you’re fandoming so hard over. rebecca sugar could tomorrow have pearl confess her love to renaldo and the overwatch team could make torbjornXpharah and both of them would be canon because it’s THEIR CREATION AND THEY DECIDE WHAT HAPPENS.

THEY get to decide what to do with it. Not you. It is NOT YOURS.

I absolutely think fandom/tumblr culture has led to more death threats and harassment than any other thing on the internet and I think if creators want to avoid it, the best way is to just stop acknowledging the fandoms. Because they’ll twist whatever they can get their filthy hands on so they can shit on other people and never feel remorse or grow as people because they’re doing it to be “progressive”

Drip Drop [REQUESTED]
  • Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader
  • Prompt: [ANON] gothammm can u do a oneshot where reader is jims v close niece or sth who has social anxiety and phobia of blood and then jim drags her into gcpd office where she forces her to be a cop (like in training?) and then unfortunately for her, jerome and the gang comes for a shooting and then she just hides smwr like undr the table and jerome sees and finds it cute but shes pale af cuz of all the blood and she cant say or do anything cuz of fear and social anxiety?

YAYYYY! My first request from being in tumblr for 4(?) days!!! I got this request from a person [Which that person wants to stay anonymous] and it was interesting to write! It took me awhile since I have to study on how to get in a Police Department for this one and some test required. I tweaked some minor stuff, hope you don’t mind! Also, before you say that Jim couldn’t have any niece because he doesn’t have a sibling (In my information, still haven’t watched Gotham fully.) this is an AU where either your mother or father is Gordon’s sibling. Also this is a female reader insert, I couldn’t do both genders in one go since I’m really strict to grammar even though my grammar isn’ really that great. Anyways hope you guys like it, and you too anon who requested this!


You went in to you and your Uncle Jim’s shared apartment, you could hear him cooking something as the aroma of the food hits through the air. You dropped yourself on the couch and wailed like a kicked puppy.

“Oh, (Y/N). Finally find a job?” you could hear some utensils where set.

“No luck Uncle Jim…”

You were Jim Gordon’s niece. Since your parents died from a homicide when you were still a wee child. Jim was the only relative accepted you and took you in. After him helping you throughout the incident, you both became a close duo. Now that you were in a legal age and haven’t entered to any college since you and your uncle couldn’t afford for it you decided to help the household by applying on an occupation. So far, all the interviews were a disappointment.

“Could you set the table?” Jim requested as you groaned but rose and carried on what the elder told you to do.

The both of you consumed the dish in peace for a while then Jim decided to break the silence.

“I could get you in at the GCPD as a police though since we are in need after the Maniax incident,” he lifted an eyebrow at you while chewing the food inside his mouth. You thought about it, it could raise your cash earning, yes. Plus, you do have an athletic history and could fire a gun, which Jim educated you for self-defense. But the major obstacle is that you were scared of blood, in other words you have hemophobia. That’s the con, but you were mentally humiliated being puppied by your uncle. You want to assist the household too, but this decision could cause you to be terrified to death. No, I could do this. You thought to yourself, this would make me stronger.

“I’m up for it,” you said returning eye contact.

Jim knew about this phobia of yours, he doubt that you would accept it but he was surprised that you acknowledged it. “Are you sure? There would be a bloody incident now and then, I know you want to help but you don’t know what will happen in every second or minute.”

I’m sure of it.” He sighed then bowed his head a little to respect your choice.

“Well then I’ll prepare everything else, also you need to prepare about the LEE examination for it and at least have 70% above to pass. So, good luck kiddo.” He smiled at her then they proceeded to eat in silence. On that night you searched a lot of information for the test to raise your chances on passing.

The next day you and Jim were driving to the station, “My niece would like to apply.” He then advanced and gave your citizenship card and driver license, your high school diploma also to be checked by the woman on the counter. You were pretty apprehensive at this, having negative speculation every now and then. What if I did pass then saw blood throughout the job? I don’t even know if I would be able to pass this, I hope they like me… That’s some of the few anticipation that you have been deliberating to yourself.

It was going fine until several gunshots were heard; the worst thing is that it was “NEARBY”. The windows shattered and you squeaked in surprise and horror, some police were shot, which made your eyes expand.

Blood, all over.

You started to hyperventilate; your body was shaking fiercely. Your uncle led you to the other side of the counter and made you hide under the table at one corner. It was a good hiding place but you doubt it will last. He ordered to stay there and gave you a pocketknife to defend yourself. “I’ll be back, think of your happy place (Y/N)…” he was on pins and needles that you will lose consciousness and with your pale figure; it was obvious you weren’t fine. He grasped both of your hands and you focused on him, still shaking and sobbing. “Do what I told you (Y/N)—“



Close your eyes, and think about positive things.”

He said hugging you; your six-year-old figure struck by a jolt at the sight of the cadaver of your parents in the kitchen. The floor was tainted in red and their eyes are dull. Police and medics can be heard rushing outside. Uncle Jim always told to you to do that when you sighted blood, and it always seemed to work. You trusted him that much.

“I’ll get you out of this, I promise.”



You urged your head to nod which worked and he smiled and ruffled your hair before sneakily went out of sight to see what’s happening. The girl that your uncle talked to you a few minutes ago was there laying nearby, now a carcass. There’s another police you can see near at your hiding place lifeless too. You felt light headed at this point. It was horrifyingly catastrophic.

And when you heard a happy whistling tune and footsteps, you hugged yourself firmly. Clutching the knife that your uncle gave you, you closed your eyes and did what your uncle told you. Think of happy thoughts, and trust him even though your heart was pounding by the trigger of your phobia and also fearing for you life.



The MANIAX was back after estimated two weeks and were up for some show, the group of mentally ill people decided to welcome one of the most entertaining yet foolish department of all time. Gotham City Police Department. Requested by the leader of the group, the one and only Jerome Valeska.

Jerome was whistling and slightly skipping while glancing anywhere if there are any alive preys still in sight for him to satisfy his hunger. While he walked he heard a whimper, he walked towards where he heard it and saw a girl hiding under a table. She was obviously scared; Jerome couldn’t help but think it was adorable. He started to near her, gun in hand in case the girl didn’t afford the entertainment he needed. When he was in front of her, kneels down. He noticed a knife in her fist.

Boo!” he giggled. The girl suddenly by instinct stabbed him on his upper arm which was took him in shock. He noticed the girl got more scared, he didn’t knew if it was him or something else.

S-sorry!” she gasped. “I, I… Scare! . Bl-Bl-Blood!”

Not, not…. Kill, I pl-pl-please!”

He looks at her, as if she was a precious baby to be saved, not bothering the pain he felt on his shoulder. The blood flowed and the girl whimpered at the sight of it and at the sight of the well-known psychopath. This made him smile at how adorable she was, he thought. He liked her instantly. Maybe he should keep her alive and play with her for a little while. It would be interesting enough for him; besides if she gets boring he could kill her instantly. But something about her that made Jerome uneasy, a feeling or an emotion he couldn’t put into which he just shrugged off.

“Don’t worry doll,” he said and puts a hand behind her head and pushed her onto his chest and cradled her. “Now close your eyes, drop the knife and put your hands around me.” You still cried but managed to do what he said and embraced him even though she could feel the phobia rush in as she felt the sticky blood touching her arm. But she didn’t bother it, she was a facing a killer and she was exhausted. That’s a downside. She felt her world being dim and darker in every blink. Her breath seemingly slowed down. Before she could pass out, she could hear the psychopath’s comforting voice once again.

“Now, now doll. I’ll protect you for now on.”

Mess (Peter Parker x Reader)

REQUEST: Okay so first of i love your blog I would love a Peter Parker Or Tom Holland imagine A real angsty one that ends with fluff Bonus if I could get like a serious car accident or something like that for the reader Thank you Xoxo

WARNINGS: Car accident, swear words, relationship problems

WORD COUNT: 722

A/N: yEs the bitch is back on tumblr bc my life ended with school and instead of trying to stable my mental state and solve my problems, I will keep ignoring them and write like crazy! Just like last year :”) ALSO so sorry this didn’t end with fluff BUT if you guys want a part 2 , just let me know ;)))

“Tell me what happened. Tell me why everything has changed.”

“Just… Leave me alone Peter, I’m begging you.” Y/N sobbed softly and turned her back to Peter. Peter gently brushed his fingers to her shoulders, only to be pushed further away.

“For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!” Peter yelled this time. That was the last straw. He couldn’t take the love of his life to be this distant to himself. He didn’t know what happened in the past few weeks but he was certain that something was really off about Y/N. Now, he felt the guilt building up inside him because he knew he scared Y/N off by shouting at her. It was going to make her more distant than ever, he knew it. He tried to fight the tears that were going to burst any moment and with a cracking voice he said: “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to do that. I-I just missed you so much. And… Not being able to hold your hands just one more time- not being able to see the warming smile on your face hurts so much. Help me Y/N…”

Y/N took a deep breath. She shook her head and still quietly sobbing: “I can’t Peter. Can’t you see? Everything fell apart. Nothing can save this mess that we call ‘our relationship’. It’s over. I’m tired of endless arguments on how to get out of this situation. Aren’t you? Just get out. And don’t ever come back, for the sake of both of our well-beings.” Peter shook his head in disgrace. He was shocked. He thought that Y/N loved him as much as he did. “No. Everything you just said was complete bullshit. I thought our relationship was worth to have a million more of those ‘endless arguments’. Right now, my heart is aching so much that I don’t even know if I’ll survive my way back home. But I know, it will end someday; I hope you won’t regret all this and feel the pain I’m feeling. Because I know damn well that it would hurt me more than it does right now. Goodbye.” Y/N was still not facing him but she knew he was crying. She knew how sensitive he could be and she didn’t want any of this to happen. She knew that the relationship would only bring pain to both of them. She was fed up with being concerned each second of her life if Peter was still alive or not and vice versa.

Peter Parker was miserable. In that moment, even the weather knew how he felt. Rain drops fiercely hitting the windows of his car, he put both of his hands on the wheel and yelled with all the strength he had left. The tears streaming down on his face were now racing the rain drops. He started the engine and drove off from the place where he the collected the best memories of his life and unfortunately the worst one.

Losing her was the worst thing Peter could ever imagine. Sure, he knew everything about their relationship was a mess. But Peter also knew he had the strength to put everything back on track. He didn’t even need Y/N’s help; he knew he could succeed on his own and make her happy again. Happiness. It was all he wanted Y/N to have. Now she was as empty as Peter was. He knew it. He knew she wasn’t as cold as the words she said back on her apartment. Peter knew she was just tired and needed help but he also knew he wasn’t there on time to save her.

He angrily smacked the wheel and put his hands back on his neck and yelled one more time. The car lost control but Peter didn’t seem to care at all. The pain in his heart was indescribable. It prevented him from thinking straight which led to him crashing the car. The rest was all black or him.

“Is this Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes?”

“We are calling from ….. Hospital, Queens. Are you Mr. Parker’s fiancé?”

“Yes? What happened?” Her voice was shaking uncontrollably.

“We wanted to inform you that your fiancé had been in a major car accident and we are sorry to-“ Y/N dropped the phone. The rest was all black to her.

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

flabbywalruso3o  asked:

I feel like I'm pestering but I just had the worst nightmare I've ever had in my life; and I'm old. I was even horrified to reach over for my phone. I woke up sweaty and my heart beat is crazy and nauseous. The words "three days" kept coming up, along with this horrifying sound and it scared me shitless. I need some comfort from Shiro and Keith, and you. Fucking anybody. How would they react to their s/o in such a state. I'm scared to move. I'm gonna be on tumblr for the rest of the night

OH DEAR PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF U WANT TO !
I had a nightmare as well! So thank you for requesting this and now I will provide for you so that your feel even just a tiny bit better! And don’t worry you aren’t pestering!

[Keith:]

•Keith was wandering the halls, he’s actually a big night owl and no matter always goes to bed super late
•he actually heard screaming and naturally freaked out
•ran as fast as he could because he could tell for a fact that it was you
•the door had no time to react to his motion so he ended up slamming his shoulder into it and breaking it
•door snapped from the top and fell on his back
•he slipped past it pretty quickly and realized what he did and actually became embarrassed
•I mean, he’d think he was overreacting by breaking past alien tech like it’s nothing just for you
•but then he noticed that your voice was slowly giving out and you were thrashing on the bed
•he grabbed your shoulders and sat on you, straddling your waist and just in absolute panic
•you wake up and he dives into you and hugs you
•you’re crying and he’s comforting you
•you say sorry to him, because you thought ‘he didn’t need to do this I don’t need any help’ and ‘I probably woke him up I feel horrible’
•"no really Y/n, it’s okay.“
•this happens a lot more. Not too much but at least once every few days.
•he doesn’t break the door anymore though because everyone gave him looks
•how tf??? keith please control yourself
•ends up bringing you space goo and asks Hunk to make more foods that are….edible
•hello I headcanon that if he were to have nightmares and anybody were to comfort him he’d probably sob or laugh and there’s no in between just thought I’d add that hsjsjsjsjs


[Shiro:]

•Shiro has nightmares himself, so he was most likely awake when you had yours
•he was doing crunches on the floor to distract himself when he heard you moving
•probably thought he was making too much noise so he froze for a few minutes and watched you so you don’t wake up
•you do, but not because of him
•you’re sweating, and immediately breathing uncomfortably heavy
•Shiro panics and he’s stuttering and he’s basically falling over his own feet as he tries to calm you down
•naturally, because nightmares can mess you up, you’re afraid and you’re panicking and you don’t want him that close to you
•and he’s like “it’s okay, it’s me. You’re okay”
•Shiro wraps you up and he’s actually heartbroken
•you were absolutely terrified and he could tell
•he kind of, didn’t know what to do at first? But then he thought
•"oh hey, Im the say way sometimes, and I’ve always wanted to held and stuff”
•so he does that, and now Shiro is holding you and rocking you back and forth, pushing your hair back as he kisses you forehead
•but nightmares aren’t a one time thing, and it ends up happening a couple more times
•and he wants to talk to someone about it but whenever it happens you end up staying in bed all day and refuse to leave the room
•so he has Keith sit with you, and watch you sleep while he goes off and talks with the others (he already talked to Keith)
•and he’s like “hey, she’s been having s tough time is there any way we could go to another space mall soon?”
•they’re like heck yeah omg
•soon enough you end up going to one
•now, it depends if u want to go inside or not if what goes down
——if you do go in the mall with them, Shiro takes you to some restaurant on the east end of the mall. And he’s buying you things and actually gets most of them free because, well, let’s just say that there was a tradition to go out with a loved one before a marriage on their planet. And that’s what they thought you were doing.
——if you don’t go, him and Allura and Pidge go around and he’s like, “hey, you guys, do you know anything Y/n would want?” And next thing you know it ends up becoming a (probably) early Christmas celebration. And everyone bought things for everyone because Lance suggested it and now Allura and Coran are obsessed
•you end up crying either way and yeah let’s just say that Shiro loves you with all of his heart and he never wants you to feel unsafe or scared ever again

[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s All Hype!

pretend that i posted this like two days ago and im already writing day 5 prompts k thanks

[Day 2: Banter] [Day 4: Common Interests]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: It’s All Hype!
Pairings: Ladynoir (Ladybug x Chat Noir), Adrienette (Adrien x Marinette)
Summary: Alya accidentally gets the Internet in a frenzy after announcing that Ladybug and Chat Noir are dating, but the two heroes are adamant about correcting the error and making sure the world knows that they’re just friends. So Alya proposes a staged public break up to set everything right.

In hindsight, she really underestimated how utterly freaking difficult that would be.


Day 3: Explosive


“So can I ask you something since you’re my publicist now?”

Alya was sitting in the shade underneath a large oak tree in the middle of the park they were hanging out in. Because it was Sunday, it was relatively empty. There were only around ten or so people, and they didn’t seem interested in causing a fuss over the two heroes being here, so Alya thought it was a safe spot for the three of them to have a quick lunch. She snuck in a takeout container she’d picked up from the Thai place right next to her house, deciding that she needed the energy if she was going to be tackling this break up scheme for any longer. She spoke through a mouthful of noodles. “You do realize I’m not a real publicist, right?”

“Maybe not, but you’re good at your temporary job,” Chat Noir said, sitting on the park bench right across from Alya and chewing thoughtfully on a piece of baguette. “And I trust your opinion.”

“Okay, so what’s your question?”

“Am I allowed to sponsor small businesses? You know, like get on camera, hold up a product and say something like, ‘I am Chat Noir and I’m going to head on over to Tom & Sabine’s for a nice croissant.’”

Alya snorted. “Liking the bread that much, huh?”

“It is literally to die for!” he moaned in delight, taking another huge bite. He poked Ladybug who was next to him calmly eating from the takeout container she’d gotten from the same restaurant Alya had stopped at. “You sure you don’t want any? The bakery is literally right across the street. I always try and pick up something when I’m in the neighborhood.”

“Even transformed?” she teased.

“Of course! The owners love me. Ever since that Animan akuma, they give me free samples. You should take advantage.”

“I’ll make sure to try next time.”

“I’m not much of a commercial filmer. Although…” She put her food aside, took out her cellphone, and held up the camera. “Hold up the packaging with their logo on it and pretend like you’re about to take a huge bite.”

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(ao3)


Clarke’s head is throbbing.

That’s the first thing she registers as she comes to, the dull pounding in the back of her skull that makes her eyes sting and her mind groggy. With one hand, she reaches back to probe gently at her skull, an examination she’s done plenty of times– on other people. It’s tender to the touch, the constant ache replaced by piercing pain when her fingers graze the right spot.

She wants nothing more than to go back to sleep, but knowing that she probably has a concussion, she pushes herself to sit up slowly. It’s only then that she realizes the other implication of her head wound: that she’s been captured by Eligius.

Panic starts to claw at her throat, tempered only by the relief that Madi wasn’t with her when she went to scout the newcomers’ settlement. She’d stayed behind, hidden with the Rover. Clarke’s radio is missing, which doesn’t bode well for any attempts to claim that she’s alone in the world, but at least Madi isn’t their hostage.

Clarke, however, is.

Her hands aren’t bound and there are no chains holding her, but the cell she’s been put in is intensely isolating. It’s dark and cramped, and when she feels along the metal walls to peek through the bars on the door, the hall stretches as far as she can see with identical cells. This ship was made to imprison, she realizes. There’s little chance of escape.

Then again, Clarke had found a way out of Mount Weather, so long ago now. She won’t get anywhere if she doesn’t try.

Brute force won’t get her anywhere. As much as she wants to pound her fists against the door, to hurl herself against the walls until they give, she knows that’s not the way to go about it. She feels around on the floor of her cell to see if there’s anything of use. Her next thought is to feel for hinges on the door, to no avail. She’s sealed up tight.

She does let her fist fall against the door now, just once, the rattle of the metal reverberating through her injured skull until she has to back away, clutching her head in her hands.

“It’s no use.”

A gravelly voice floats through the bars on the door. She peers through them again but sees no one.

It must be another prisoner.

“Trust me, whoever you are. If there was a way out, I would have found it by now.”

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Misplaced Anger

Title: Misplaced Anger

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Word Count: 808

Warnings: angst, near rape (…?)

Summary: Every year you go to the cemetery to see your deceased family. This time something goes terribly wrong. 

Notes: Fic was written by my other half @anechoofbella. She technically co-runs this blog though she’s never on Tumblr. She also wrote “Suprise?” if you were wondering.

Master List | Part 2

The cemetery was rather quiet on your annual visit. You held two bouquets, one full of different colors of roses, and the other containing a beautiful arrangement of lilies. The first grave you knelt at, you set the roses down, leaning them against the headstone.

“Love you mom.”

You turned toward the grave next to hers, sickeningly smaller than the first, “Hey sis, how’s it goin’ up there? I miss you two,” your gaze travels to your mother’s headstone, “a lot.”

A single tear rolls down your cheek, before you place the lilies down on your sister’s final resting place and rotate away from the sad sight. Wiping the tears off your face, you make your way to the exit. Spotting the ‘67 Impala, you pick up the pace and wrap the rain jacket tighter around you.

It had been raining when you left the bunker, so Dean made you take the Impala instead of walking to the ‘store’. Neither the Winchesters or Cas knew about your mother and sister, they just thought you ran away from home. That’s what you told them, anyway. You hoped it would stay that way until you were ready to tell anyone.

The cemetery was surprisingly empty, especially for a weekend. Probably shouldn’t think that, you thought, that’s what everyone in the horror movies say before they get killed.

Just as you reach the driver’s side door of the black chevy, a hand grasps your wrist and flips you around, pinning you against Dean’s car. The pocket buttons on your jeans scrape the paint, and you throw out all your survival instincts in replacement with worrying what your boyfriend Dean will say when he realizes you scratched his beloved Baby.

All of these thoughts fly out of your head as the wrist-grabber jams his lips onto yours, “What the fu-”

His lips migrate to your neck as you struggle to get out of his grip. Somehow, he has your arms and your legs trapped. Soon, you hear a zipper unzipping, and the man fumbles with unbuttoning your jeans.

“Get the hell off me!” You managed to break one of your legs free, and knee him in the crotch. He goes down, and you whip out your mace. Tears begin to blur your vision as you yell at the man, and spray him in the face.

Screaming, the guy runs away, not giving you the chance to find any distinguishing features. A quick twist and your forehead is resting on the door, “Oh. My. God. Did that just happen?”

Your stuff falls to the ground as you turn to vomit. Fingers trembling, you collect it.

Fingers brushing the scratches on the door, you sigh. Getting in the car, you make your way to the bunker, tears streaming down your face the entire time. As soon as Dean sees you, he knows something’s wrong. Judging by the way you hold his keys, he yells.

“Why did you do to baby? Huh? I can see it in your face. Did you spill something? Bring another damn dog in there?!”

The couch is a welcoming sight, and you plop down, staring at the wall, letting it all sink in. Dean storms out, which also marks the entrance of Sam and Cas. They sit down on either side of you, trying to get your attention.

“Hey, Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” Cas’ voice is soft.

You take a shuddering breath, and speak in a whisper, “Um, I was out, and I was getting ready to leave, and there was this guy… he tried to, to, um… and I scratched b-baby.”

Sam wraps an arm around you, and you lean into him and start bawling, soaking his shirt. You grip his shirt tight enough to turn your knuckles white. The couch shifts as Castiel exits, going who knows where.

A comforting hand begins to rub your back, as you continue to sob louder. You were almost raped, and on the day your entire family died, no less. The worst thing? Now you were going to have to tell them what you were doing at the cemetery.

Running footsteps pound towards you, a door swings open and slams against the wall, and all of a sudden you’re being transferred into Dean’s arms. He gathers you up and holds you close.

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry. Where was this? What did he look like? Please let me kill him. Are you alright? Do you need anything? Sam, go get-”

“Dean.” Your voice is raspy, “Can we just, sit like this for awhile, please?”

He nods into your neck, noticing for the first time the hickies running along it. He stiffens, and bites his lip hard enough to bleed. Lacing your fingers with his, he takes note of the hand shaped bruise on your wrist, “I’m gonna kill this bastard.”


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The Only Thing That Keeps Me Sane

The clock struck one AM.

Don got up to get his usual mid-shift cup of coffee, Margery was trying to explain to a belligerent drunk that no, he couldn’t have his toddler arrested for removing his diaper and smearing its contents across the TV, but she was happy to send a squad car over, and I was wrapping up a car accident call. It was the kind of call I preferred; an upset, but unharmed driver rear ended at a red light, no injuries, no need for an ambulance, just send some cops to write up a report.

The kind where everyone got to walk away at the end.

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Red, Lies and 'I Love You's

Summary: Phil and trans!Dan are at Playlist Live and run into a complication when Dan gets his period during a meetup. Phil and Louise come to the rescue. Fluff.

Warnings: ftm transgender dysphoria, mentions of blood, swearing

Word Count: 6.8k

Disclaimer: I don’t identify as transgender, so if there are any inaccuracies or things I should change, let me know. The feeling of dysphoria described is based on my personal experience from identifying as agender (more or less - it’s complicated).

A/N: It’s been two weeks since I posted so I thought I’d finish off a fic I started a while back. I have a number of others up my sleeve which I’ll hopefully get done soon. Hope you enjoy.


It was the first day of Playlist Live and Dan and I had woken up really early from the jet lag. Our morning hadn’t been too busy; we ordered some room service for breakfast and spent a while editing and scrolling tumblr on our laptops, in our pyjamas.

Eventually the time came when we had to attend a panel. Dan was a bit hesitant to get dressed, telling me that his chest seemed really achy and sensitive today. There wasn’t really anything we could do, so he reluctantly put his binder on and we got on with the day.

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la douleur exquise (1/1)

Summary: la douleur exquise - (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable.

aka

The five times Kimberly doesn’t reciprocate Trini’s feelings.

Soulmates!Au, unrequited love, and friends with benefits in one oneshot.

Notes: So basically this started off with seeing “‘secretly we all love angst’ sentence starters” on tumblr but I couldn’t choose just one so I chose 5 and you’ll see them. Some jason/kim

Enjoy the angst!

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z e r o

‘kimberly.’

That was the name marked on Trini’s left wrist when she was born. Every person had a name on their wrist and this soulmate thing is basically set in stone and there’s nothing you can do to change it.

The world is cruel to brand wrists with a name of your soulmate at birth. It decides the future. There was no freedom to fall in love with anyone else in the world and let the universe just run its course and let your learn and live with mistakes, challenges, and accomplishments.

People have tried to defy the mark. They tattooed over the mark and had a different name tattooed, someone they currently loved, only to end in heartbreak when they find their soulmate.

Trini had met two people named Kimberly so far in her life.

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Chill

note

ok so this is based on this tumblr post by slaygoldponyboy their blog is amazing and you should check it out
A few weeks after the squip has been defeated, Michael and Jeremy are studying in Jeremy’s room. Jeremy’s freaking out over a math test he has coming up the next day.Michael chuckles and tells him to “chill” and Jeremy visibly flinches.
It takes Michael a second of awkward silence between the two for him to realize what he said. Jeremy tries to shrug it off but he’s so obviously shaken, not just by the word but because of the physical effect it had on him. Michael moves over to him and kneels in front of him, taking Jeremy’s hands in his own. Softly, he tugs Jeremy off the chair and back to Jeremy’s bed. They sit side by side on the edge of the bed, Michael’s arm wrapped around Jeremy’s shoulders. They just sit there because it’s heavy shit and neither know what to say or do or how to proceed because they’re 17 for goodness sake. Jeremy just wants to be better. It’s bad enough he can still feel it and hear it sometimes. But to realise it still has some lingering physical control on him is just a whole different thing.

this is the post http://slaygoldponyboy.tumblr.com/post/160826815638/slaygoldponyboy-slaygoldponyboy-a-few-weeks
here is their amazing blog @slaygoldponyboy   

story:

Jeremy and Michael were sitting in chairs next to each other in Jeremy’s room doing homework and enjoying just being around each other, something they both had missed because of the SQUIP.
“I’m going to fail this math test,” Jeremy groans banging his head of the wall.
“You’ll do great,” Michael says not looking up from what he was writing in.
“No, I’m going to fail it and I’ll have to drop out. I can’t fail this test. What am I going to do?” Jeremy groans freaking out.
“Dude, chill,” Michael says chuckling. Jeremy flinches violently and sat up rod straight. They sat in complete silence for about ten seconds before Michael begins apologizing profusely.
“Fuck, Jeremy I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Michael begins rambling trying to right what he had said.
“It’s fine,” Jeremy said quietly staring straight ahead.
“No, it’s not. I didn’t even…” Michael said again.
“I’m fine,” Jeremy said again.
“Jeremy,” Michael said softly.
“I SAID IM FINE!” Jeremy yelled voice cracking on fine because fuck it shouldn’t still have this much effect over him.
Michael slowly stands and walks over to Jeremy’s chair kneeling in front of him. He takes Jeremy’s hands in his and pulls him up dragging him over to his bed. He pulls him so they are sitting side by side on the bed and Michael drapes his arm over his shoulder and pulls him close.
They sit there in silence. Jeremy is staring straight ahead breathing heavily. Michael doesn’t know what to do or say to make it better. God, their only seventeen. When did this happen? When did they become this screwed up? They were so young, they shouldn’t have had to deal with this.
“Fuck,” Jeremy says quietly.
“Yeah,” Michael replies.
“Fuck,” Jeremy said again slightly louder, “Fuck,” he said his voice cracked and he curled into Michael’s side. He began to sob, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chanted sobbing into Michael’s side.
Michael didn’t know what to do. He tried desperately to comfort Jeremy by holding him and whispering as many comforting things as he can think of. He didn’t know how to deal with this. Did anyone?
“I can still hear him sometimes,” Jeremy murmured into Michael’s shoulder.
“What?” Michael asked.
“Sometimes I’ll say something nerdy and I’ll hear it in my head telling me I’m annoying people and that they’re going to leave because I’m being nerdy. Sometimes I’ll slouch and I can practically feel his disapproval but god at least I wasn’t physically effected. At least I could control myself. I might have been fucking terrified but I had control of my own damn body again. What am I supposed to do now? I can’t even have control of myself. I just want it to stop. I just want to be okay again,” Jeremy continued to sob into his shoulder. Michael held him closer. There was nothing he could say that would make this better. He couldn’t help fix Jeremy. He couldn’t stop the fear that was left behind as a result of the SQUIP. So, he held him and listened to him and hoped that would be enough.
“He had control of my body and I hated it. I hated the influence that he had even without his control on my body. I was powerless but that wasn’t even the worst of it. I hurt you. He wasn’t in my head and I hurt you because I felt powerless and that made me feel like I had control again. I hate everything about it. I hate everything about myself. I hate that stupid powerless feeling that I have even now. Even after its gone. I hate feeling broken. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it,” he sobbed shaking violently and clinging to Michael.
Michael didn’t know how to respond or what to do. He wanted to make it better but he didn’t know how. So, he pulled Jeremy into his lap and rocked him. He stroked his hair and kissed his temple.
“I’ve got you. It will stop one day. You’ll be free of it one day. I’ve got you, I’m not going anywhere. I won’t let you go through this alone. I’ll continue to be here. I won’t leave. It will be okay one day. I’ve got you,” Michael said rocking him and doing everything he could to comfort him.
Finally, Jeremy let everything go. He told Michael everything. He told him about the nightmares that plagued him, he told him about the fact that he couldn’t do anything without the SQUIP’s voice in his head telling him it wasn’t cool, and he talked about how sometimes he felt like maybe it wasn’t worth it. How sometimes he felt the only way to stop the voices in his head was to end it all.
“I just don’t know if it’s worth it anymore. I’m scared, terrified, of myself, my own mind. I can’t do it anymore Michael I can’t,” he said having collected himself in his explanation and now he seemed emotionless. That scared Michael more than anything else.
“It will stop. It’s not going to happen immediately and I wish I could make it better. If I could find a way to stop your pain I would, in a heartbeat, but I can’t, so I’ll be there for you. I’ll be there as whatever you need. I’m here for you,” Michael said quietly.
“I’m so scared,” Jeremy said sounding broken.
“I know. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again. It’s going to be okay, one day,” Michael said. Jeremy wasn’t any less scared but for the first time he felt like maybe he would make it out of this alive. Maybe he would even more than just survive.

I don’t like to talk about personal stuff but I feel like I have to.

5 month ago my mom had a  brain haemorrhage. One second she was there, the next she was slowly fading in the hospital. She passed away one week later, on February 1st. I can’t say what was worse - watching my father sobbing like a child, being in total mess after the woman he’s spent most of his life died and knowing I can’t break because someone had to stay sane or ironing her dress she was going to wear in the coffin and trying not to spread snot all over it because I was crying so hard – basically, two worst weeks in my fucking life. But why I’m wasting your time writing it?

There were three things that kept me sane. My best friend, who has spent a lot of time chatting with me on facebook about the dumbest shit you can imagine, to keep my mind away from the fact the last time I spoke to my mother, I was pissed off. The second was my salty Teen Wolf squad here on tumblr. The third was Karamel. Why? Because these two space adorable aliens were my happy place. Watching them made me a little less depressed. They allowed me to keep my fucking brain from going to places I really didn’t want to go.

So, I went to the Karamel tag, to grieve in peace, but instead I have learnt that I am a Trump supporter, Kremlin, abusive relationship cheerleader, racist, homophobe, slave owner apologist and blah, blah, blah, the list is going, basically I have learnt all the things I wanted during being in a shithole *sarcasm* Thank you, Supercorp/Lena fandom, because most of the shit was (and still is) sent there by you, seriously thank you. I’ll probably remember it to pathetic end of my life. But, why I’m writing this?

Because dear Supercorp fandom, you don’t give a shit. No, sorry, you give a lot of shit (basically, throwing that shit at fan), blowing it out from proportion, when you are involved. Basically, when your feelings are hurt when the cast sing a song about two women being friends, even if the main actress said you can ship whatever you want few minutes earlier, even if the cast was bullied for months by your fandom with the grosses shit you can imagine. That’s it. That’s the cast’s crime. A joke.

And you know, I get why this joke could hurt you. Basically, jokes do shit like that to people, because we are all different, we have different experiences, so different things trigger us – that’s normal. The problem is, some jokes are just jokes. Or jokes that were meant to make you realize that some things won’t happen and there is no queerbaiting. I know, truth can hurt and you want to express that to the world. The problem is, you don’t act like hurt people but like a bunch of bloodthirsty haters ready to eat anyone who doesn’t agree with you.

And I know, there are nice supercorp shippers who just sit and like the stuff and have nothing in common with the nasty minority. But you know the problem, nice supercorp shippers? We all have learnt from the history that usually the most awful things were done by minorities, while the majority sat silently and didn’t move a finger.

Personally, I don’t care about the hate I’m getting. I survived that two weeks, because after all I am emotionally strong and I’m old enough to deal with my shit. But other people are not me. I remember that 13 year old girl who came here, to her first fandom, liking Karamel and Mon. And how Supercorp shippers treated her like shit. Her feelings didn’t matter because she liked Karamel? How many Karamel shippers who are members of lgbt community have to repeat they are not straight or homophobes? How many poc Karamel people have to repeat they are not racists? How many people who experienced abusive relationships have to repeat they don’t think Karamel is abusive? How long you are going to ignore the FACT we are normal people? Our voices seriously don’t matter because we ship something else? We are not true survivors, lgbt members, teenage kids because we like different ship? Because, you don’t care?

And you know the worst part? We don’t owe you explanation why we ship, why a ship makes us happy, why a ship helps us dealing with shit. We don’t owe you an explanation of who we are. I don’t owe you a description on my blog saying that I am asexual, white Polish, recently losing my mother and my life being a fucking mess. No one does. You know why? Because my fucked up life doesn’t make my ship better than other ships. My fucked up life doesn’t justify me being a freaking online abuser. My fucked up life doesn’t give me a right to be disgusting and to throw gross shit at the cast that did something I didn’t like only because it hurt my feelings. 

Especially when the cast is treated for months like YOUR property.

Rant over.

For A While {Daniel Seavey}

Dear Anon who sent me message about Toner and Meg, could you message me like I have some things to say…

In other news I changed my layout and I’m pretty hype about it so don’t touch me about it

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You could hear the crying as soon as you stepped into the house. No one was home except for Daniel, he was the one who invited you. You didn’t expect to hear him sobbing however. You entered his room to see him sitting beside his bed facing the door.

“Daniel I’m here, what’s wrong?” You said sitting down right beside him and putting an arm around his shoulder.

“Nothing it’s just she cheated on me so I broke up with her.” Daniel said wiping his tears away with his black sleeve. You hated Brooke ever since you were introduced to her as Daniel’s girlfriend. She was always flirting with the other guys, but they loved Daniel to much to reciprocate. 

“You were too good for her Daniel trust me,” You said taking away your arm.

“You can put your arm back Y/N,” Daniel said leaning into you.”I’m mad at myself because I let it happen. I knew the late nights out and the late mornings in meant she was up to something but I kept up with the charade.”

“You loved her so you didn’t see what was happening, no one would blame you.” You said as you leaned your head on Daniel’s shoulder. His head then laying on top of yours.

“I didn’t love her, I loved the idea of a pretty girl being with me,” It was true, she was the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, in real life.

“I get it.” You had no idea what to say. You loved Daniel and seeing him going after tons of girls while you were right next to him through all of it, hurt. 

“I don’t think you do Y/N,” Daniel said as his head still rested on yours.

“What do you mean?” You said in a chuckle.

“You don’t believe me, you never do, but you were way prettier and are way prettier than Brooke inside and out,” He professed.

“Daniel I-”

“See,” Daniel hushed, “I have been doing all of this wrong. I was standing next to an amazing girl that I truly loved but I was too freaking stupid to see it. I love you Y/N and I know you don’t feel the same way, I just had to say it, for me.”

“I think you’re just vulnerable right now Daniel. You’re here sinking and I’m just the closest life raft.” You said as tears formed in your eyes. It hurt even more to reject him.

“But I was never sinking Y/N, I was just right above water because you kept me there and I needed you,” Daniel said lifting his head up and moving in front of you.

“You aren’t ready for a girlfriend yet Daniel and tomorrow, after your eyes dry, you’ll realize that you don’t love me and you never have,” A tear fell from your eyes. Saying those words out loud made them permanent and that was the worst of it.

“I just - I can’t - Y/N you stayed here with me through all of this you must love me too right?” Daniel questioned. 

“I guess I’m just a good friend.” You said and another tear fell because you did love him and you lied.

“Y/N tell me.” Daniel said as he took both of your hands.

“Okay. Fine. Daniel I love you and I have for the longest time that I don’t know what I did before you. I tried to love you less when you dated girls like Brooke, but I couldn’t. You’re like an addiction Daniel, but I know that you are just in a time of need right now, I’m not gonna let my stupid feelings get in the way of you getting over Brooke in a healthy way.” More tears fell as you took your hands out of Daniel’s and set them on the floor.

“I will love you Y/N tomorrow morning and night and all the space in between for the rest of my days. I will hate myself knowing I could never be with you because I was blind to what we had.” Daniel said getting closer to you.

“You mean that?”

“I do Y/N,” A smile formed on his face. The same smile that made you fall in love with him.

“I love you too much to let you go Daniel.”

“Then don’t.” He placed and hand on your face pulling you into his and he kissed you. You kissed back. You have wanted to kiss this mess of a man for as long as you can remember. It wasn’t on some bridge under the moonlight like you’d imagined, but it was something better entirely. 

You both pulled away letting the silence overwhelm you. It was perfect.

“I know you said I’m not ready to date yet, and I just got out of a relationship, so I’m not really, but I can’t let you slip through my fingers again Y/N” Daniel said pulling you into a hug.

“I’ll wait for you, I always have and for what I can tell, I will for a while.”

“I’m sorry for being such a stupid dumb idiot Y/N” The hug still consuming you.

“At least you’re my stupid dumb idiot.”

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i can’t keep ackin’ like these are up to par with the big dogs in the WDW tumblr world 

but thanks to ya guys who still like em

it means a whole much even if i say nothing

i have no idea how many likes this is gonna get cos i tried to make it a little sappy but 

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Phases

Eleven AM.

Eleven AM and he hasn’t even come down for breakfast.

It’s tough being a single mom of a teenage boy. I don’t complain, hell no, I love my son. Jamie’s done nothing but make my life better for the most part. As a little one, he was always so quiet, loving storytime and reading books. He had always a higher reading level than most kids his age, something which I always encouraged. We made weekly trips to the library where he’d bolt to look at the books, not even pausing to look at the movie section.

As he became older he started coming out of his shell, making friends, but he was still my sweet boy. He always did the dishes without being prompted, was always home at a good time, and always told me what was going on in his life. When he told me his friend was considering suicide we worked together to help that friend out.

A few months ago everything changed.

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Bloom (Sirius Black x Reader)

“You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it” Y/N used to say.

Y/N L/N had a quiet confidence that screamed loud. She was strong and rebellious. She was giving, but not naive. She chose her battles wisely. She stood in silence and when the time came… she fought.

She did…

 Until one day.

Everyone seemed to notice her sudden change.

She wasn’t as loud as always. She wouldn’t stand up for people as she used to. Her smile wasn’t lighting the room anymore. She barely even smiled, actually.

Everybody noticed.

But nobody did anything.

Nobody… except for the Marauders.

”What’s wrong, Y/N? What happened?” Sirius kept asking her.

Sirius Black was her best friend.

Y/N met the Marauders through James, but she and Sirius bonded instantly. His mischievous personality and cocky smile intrigued her. But it wasn’t just that. Sirius was brave, just, incredibly loyal and noble.

When night would spread colourful patches of paint all over the sky, they used to sit front of the fire, laughing and cuddling.

  And when he had problems with his family, she would listen carefully and wrap her arms around him, whispering shooting words.

They cried in front of each other. They confessed feelings and told secrets.

But over the years, Y/N started to see Sirius in a different light.

The way his hair would fall in his face when he talked.

The way his smile was so contagious and his eyes would sparkle whenever her was happy.

The way he would mutter things under his breath or furrow his brows when he was concentrating.

All the little things he did seemed to become impossible to ignore for Y/N.

She was slowly falling for him and there was no way she could stop it.

Love was growing inside of her heart just like a flower.

But Sirius couldn’t ever look at her in that way. Why would he? He just continued to flirt with every girl he saw.

And it made Y/N sick.

She tried to forget him, but that flower spread its roots all over and thrust them deep into her heart. So she imprisoned those hopeless feelings into a corner of her heart, hoping that, over the years, they would fade.

When Y/N would answer every time with “Nothing, I’m fine”, she’d see his pained expression. He’d know she was lying and it would slice her already bruised heart. They never lied to each other, but she knew that, if she’s tell him, things would only get worse.

So she just continued to pretend she was fine.

She continued to pretend her eyes weren’t full of tears, her voice wasn’t empty, her presence wasn’t ghostly and her heart wasn’t aching.

She continued to pretend… she hadn’t stopped fighting.


The drops of hot water relaxed Y/N’s sore muscles. It felt good. Like normality, and she basked in the sensations. The feeling of her muscles easing was wonderful enough that she allowed her ever crowded mind to cease thinking, if only to shield the memories she has been recalling recently. If only to forget her worries, her fears… her life.

Merlin forgive her for pretending it didn’t exist for some stolen minutes.

Her imagination only managed to distract her for fifteen minutes or so, before reality crawled its way back in.

With a dejected breath, she stopped the water and left the shower, returning to the mirror and palming away the condensation. She gave this new reflection a quick glance, deciding it looked half better than before. At least, her skin couldn’t be mistaken for an antique China doll anymore and the bags under her eyes disappeared.

She looked more human. More present.

For now, at least.

She wrapped a bathrobe around her body, and spared her blurry reflection one last glance before she grabbed her wand off the sink to mutter a quick drying charm for her hair, and then left the bathroom.

Her fist had just closed around the doorknob when she heard a muffled noise behind her. She turned around abruptly, almost losing her balance and pointed her wand at the dark room.

“Woah. Jumpy this night, aren’t we?” came a deep, masculine chuckle from her bed.

Y/N peered through the darkness at the tall figure. She sighed in relief when she realised he had long, wavy hair and a cocky grin plastered on his face.

“What are you doing here, Sirius?” she muttered, lowering her wand and frowning slightly at him.

Sirius stood up suddenly, candle lights making their way in the otherwise dim lit room. His smirk slowly vanished, being replaced with a look of concern.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek in anticipation.

“Y/N…” Sirius tried, as she approached her.

But she backed away from him with a squeal, clenching the sides of the bathrobe tighter around her.

He stopped dead in his tracks, pain written all over his face.

“Y/N” he whispered again. “Why are you running away from me?” 

She stared right at him, the words stuck in her throat. Her mind worked rapidly, analysing the situation over and over, but a coherent answer refused to come.

“I…I…” she mumbled, a feeling of desperation making its way in.

Sirius watched her carefully, before sighing deeply.

“I know something is happening to you” he said, his eyes boring holes into hers. “And you need to tell me what it is”

She sighed too, closing her tired eyes and leaning her head against the bathroom door.

“Please, Y/N” he added.

The Y/H/C haired girl let out a silent sob, as she allowed two lonely tears to fall down her cheeks.

I don’t deserve this… Why do I have to tell you? Why do I need to tell you?

Still debating, Y/N pressed her left shoulder with her thumb. She gritted her teeth as a light pain shot through her arm.

After a few moments of silence, she slowly let go of her bathrobe and whipped away her tears before her piercing Y/E/C eyes. She glanced at Sirius’ pleading face and inhaled deeply, deciding it’s better to just get it all out.

Y/N pushed herself away from the door and took a few tentative steps closer to Sirius.

“I- it’s all complicated” she started in a small voice.

“I’m sure I can handle it”

Y/N gave Sirius’ confidence a ghost of a smile. You’ll never change, will you?

“Come on, Y/N. I can’t stand seeing you like this. You seem… broken”

Y/N tensed at his words and tears immediately started falling from her wide eyes again.

“Oh, Y/N! No- I- didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine” she sniffled. “It’s just that… you know me too well”

Sirius stretched out a hand and cupped her cheek with sad smile, his thumb wiping away her tears. She smiled slightly and leaned into his touch.

“It’s started a few months ago…” she forced the words out. “It was the summer break and… I just got home… I was already wondering why my parents didn’t  come to pick me up, but… I just… shrugged that off. And when I stepped into the house, my eyes stinging… a strong smell invaded my lungs… It was alcohol. It seemed like the whole house was drowned in it. And then… I saw… my father. And my mom… she was in a horrible state… bruised and beaten and… so pale, almost ghostly. My father seemed very… non present, I think. I ran to my mother and asked her what was wrong, if someone beat her up… And then… I felt… how he… grabbed my hair and pulled me back, throwing me on the floor. He screamed, threatened, kicked, spat, yelled… and cried. I cried too that night. And every night that followed. Because he continued this… every… single…day. Every single day… And I couldn’t stand it… I couldn’t… I was just wondering… what happened to my dear father…”

By the end she was shaking with loud sobs, so Sirius pressed her to his chest. Her arms grabbed the back of his shirt and she buried her head into his chest, the tears soaking the material. But he couldn’t care less.

Y/N, his Y/N was… abused. Constantly abused. By her own damn father.

He felt the blood boiling in his veins. Anger mixed with disgust slowly bubbling inside him.

He imagined all of the terrible things he did to her…

In the end, he felt like he could literally massacre a little village.

But as he glanced at the beautiful mess in his arms… he forgot his murderous thoughts. All he could feel was… love. Love for the girl that told him what she’s been through, her worst nightmare.

Sirius’ breath hitched in his throat, as his eyes went wide.

He… loved her. He truly did.

He looked carefully at her. Y/N’s sobs stopped, being replaced by occasional whimpers, which were muffled by his chest.

Then, a thought hit him like lightning.

“Y/N” he muttered. slowly pulling away from her. “May I… May I see your bruises?”

Y/N frowned. She wasn’t expecting this at all. She was quite reserved about her body before, but now… she was… afraid to show him. She couldn’t quite explain why, but she was just feeling anxious about it.

She shook her head frenetically, Y/H/C curls flying all over her face and grasped her bathrobe again.

“Shhh” Sirius calmed her down, rubbing her arms in shooting circles. “I just want to see, nothing more, I promise”

Y/N looked in his sincere eyes for a few moments, before slowly nodding and turning around.

She let the silky material slide down her shoulders, stopping just above her chest.

Sirius hissed at the sight of her exposed back. Every here and there, bruises would scatter her pale skin. Some big ones immediately caught his eye. They were multi coloured, a gradation of yellow, purple and black filling them in, creating an almost disturbing contrast with her sheet white skin. Her back seemed to recreate a bizarre, unfinished painting of a wild, untamed man. The image the coloured circles seemed so… deep.

Sirius raised his hand and pressed it lightly on her skin, making Y/N flinch.

Sirius’ eyes snapped up at her, as she pulled the material up her shoulders again and turned to face him.

He couldn’t help but observe how beautiful she looked. Her hair a mess of Y/H/C curls, that cascaded down her shoulders and framed her porcelain like face. Her eyes, two Y/E/C orbs that held a fire deep within. The faint light that cast trembling shadows all over her delicate frame. Her heart, although shaken, held an ocean of stars. That’s she didn’t carve for other’s light. She made her own special glow.

She was just… beautiful, in every way of the word. Inside and outside and Sirius couldn’t help but stare hopelessly at her figure, realising only how strong his feelings for her were.

“Sirius?” her silvery voice snapped him out of his trance. “Why… why are you staring at me?”

His mouth opened and closed several times, before he finally found his voice.

“You’re beautiful” he simply stated, surprising himself with the ease and sincerity he spoke.

Y/N’s eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect o, as she took the words in.

He had no idea where the bold impulse came from, but he stepped closer to her and placed his hand on her warm cheeks, their chests touching lightly. He heard her breath hitch in her throat and it only made him lean closer to her.

Their faces were only inches apart, so he could see the rosy blush that spread all over her cheeks. Then, his eyes slowly moved to her pink lips, which were slightly parted and back to her eyes. She watched him with a timid lust that made his insides clench.

“I- I just… It’s one night to-”

“One night” he agreed for sanity’s sake, before swiftly slicing the final inches between them, making Y/N’s body fill with warmth.

The flower bloomed once again. 

A Derek Hale Imagine Series (Part 4)

Background:You are an omega wolf or at least that’s what you think you are/special agent who returns to Beacon Hills after being suspended for failing a mission. Beacon Hills is your childhood home and are long-forgotten friends with Derek Hale. You are currently a teacher at Beacon Hills high school, trying to live a normal life until Derek Hale returns (whom you’ve thought was dead long ago) and trouble ensues within the town. And the succeeding events makes it harder for you to control your ‘other’ abilities

Setting takes place in episode 1


CHAPTER 4: Secret

“There’s a full moon on Friday,” You mentioned as you took a sip of your milkshake.

Derek sat by your side at the porch with his own can of beer, looking up at the night sky - “Yeah.”

“Do you need -”

“Help to control it? No. I’ve got it handled,”

You nodded, “Good.”

“How about you?”

The thought made you smile.

“The moon never bothered me anyhow, something else is bothering me now.”

“Is that something the very same reason you left Beacon Hills?”

There was silence as you couldn’t comprehend, staring at the woods that you had engulfed in a destructive flare. You were only sixteen and incredibly clueless and vulnerable. Talia Hale was the only one whom you confided in, whom took you in and nurtured you. And yet there was no doubt that you were more of a danger than those around you.

How could you explain to him that you had other ‘powers’ other than being a werewolf? Or tell him that you started believing you may not be a werewolf and something else stranger and unnatural?

“(Y/n) you’re spacing out again,” Derek whispered.

“Sorry, I just don’t know when to start.”

“Maybe the reason why you left Beacon Hills, you can start with that.

“You’re not going to let this go now are you?” You frowned, looking at him in the eye.

“I want to know.” He turned to face me, leaning close. “If Cora and Laura were here, they would do the same.”

You were having second thoughts and Derek saw through you.

“We were close. All of us. Even though you weren’t a Hale and just a girl who turned up out of nowhere, you became one of us. You’re family.” He continued.

Hearing him say such sensitive words made your heart ache. With his stoic and brooding appearance he didn’t seem like the type but you remembered the sweet and vulnerable boy that was your age, the one that you left without a word years ago.

“I know that secret is troubling you. You made it clear. But why is it so bad that you can’t even tell me about it? Me, the person you always share your secrets with?”

The first autumn rain began to pour and you sighed, breathing in the crisp and damp air.

“(Y/n),” Derek called, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“I heard every word you said.” You murmured. “And if I did tell you the reason why, you’d think differently of me. Even I’m questioning who I am and what I am.”

“What do you mean? You’re a werewolf, just like the rest of us.” He replied.

“That’s the thing. I’m starting to think I’m more than that,”

He didn’t reply, his eyes full of doubt. It was expected that he would but if you showed him, he would no doubt be shocked at the revelation.

“Fine. No more secrets between us but promise me something first,” You sighed.

“What is it?”

“Make sure no one knows that we know each other. I’m trying to live a normal life here so please bear with me,”

“I can live with that.”

“Alright.” You concluded, getting up and jumping off the porch and onto the open as the rain.

“What are you doing?” He shouted.

“It’s safer this way. Just watch,” you shouted back. “Just… Don’t be too surprised.”

This was the worst idea and worst decision you had made. It was still a challenge to control your abilities and now you were going to show the worst of the worst, the chances high that you could black out and lose control.

Derek watched in silence as you stood still under the pouring rain. And after a moment, he almost jerked up when ominous blue flames loomed over your body. You slowly turned around and your eyes glowed orange and red as the flames grew stronger despite the downpour.

Your eyes closed as the energy flowed through your veins. And you felt your bones shift, looking down at your hands black claws began to form. You panicked as your began to transform, your thoughts in shambles as the rain poured hard onto your skin. With a roar you harnessed the energy and led them to a tree that exploded into flames.

Then everything went black.

“(Y/n), (y/n!)” Derek’s voice woke you up and when you came to, you sat up with a startled jerk.

You grabbed his arms frantically and squeezed his jacket, “Did the forest catch fire? Did I hurt anybody?”

“No, no you didn’t. The rain stopped the fire thankfully but you collapsed. Are you okay?” He asked, brushing stray hair off your cheeks.

“Don’t make me do it again Derek,” you cried. “I was so scared. I thought I hurt you, I didn’t know what I hit.”

Derek surrounded you in his arms as you sobbed, unable to utter a word to comfort you knowing it would be useless.

“I’m here,” Derek managed to say. “I’m not hurt. You didn’t hurt anybody…”

“I did. I did. I did. People were killed because of me,” You cried as you remembered all the times you allowed your emotions to control you thus resulting in complete destruction.

“It doesn’t matter, I know what kind of person you are and you are not a killer.”

“Don’t let me go please. I don’t want the monster to escape,”

“You are not a monster.” He countered, brushing your hair. “Come on (y/n), listen to me please. You are not a killer,”

You shuddered against him, shivering.

“Come on, let’s get you home. I’ll drive.” He said.

The rain continued to pour as you sat on your favorite window seat, facing the outside with a blanket around you. You traced the droplets racing down the glass before a pair of hands made themselves felt on your shoulders.

“Are you feeling much better?” He asked.

“I am. Thank you,” you smiled, holding his hand.

Derek exhaled before sitting beside you. He locked eyes with you and you sensed that he wanted to add something, judging from the longing stare.

“What?” You murmured.

He chuckled sweetly, “When I look at you, I imagine ourselves still young and naive. It’s amazing how so much time had passed and I didn’t recognize you when I first saw you.”

“You were slow.” You laughed.

“Well I didn’t want to believe because I thought you were dead. I would assume I’m hallucinating,”

“Well you’ve changed so much as well. You lost your baby face and got jaws that could cut deep,”

He laughed, leaning against the window - “I do look different.”

You touched his face, feeling his cheeks and his warm skin. You smiled and so did he.

“Remember Paige?” He said out of the blue.

“I thought you never wanted to mention her again,”

“I know but what happened after when I wanted to die as well,” he began. “You were there for me. You put a blanket on me just like how I did for you and made sure I wasn’t alone just like how I’m doing for you now… It seems like I finally returned your kindness.”

“Derek it’s nothing. Family’s got to look out for each other,”

His eyes lowered and he gently nodded, “Yeah. Always.”

You leaned onto him, resting your head on his shoulder and he surrounded you in his arms.


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“Who I Am Inside” Part 3

This day off was not going as planned. After dealing with those FBI agents, I’m on edge. To make things even better my boss called me in to receive some packages she ordered for the Library and sort through them. She couldn’t get them herself because the UPS was delivering them at 8 P.M and was babysitting her granddaughters.

I spent most of the day in the living room on my laptop typing, watching Friends, and eating an endless amount of popcorn with gobs of butter. At one point, I thought I would try to be productive, but everything was pretty much done. Getting antsy, I looked up stuff online about essential oils since I recently bought a diffuser. My absolute favorite recipe for it is 3 drops of lemongrass, 2 drops of peppermint, and 3 drops of lavender. It’s like inhaling heaven.

I also tried to look up strong connections at first sight, to see if I could find anything. Nothing popped up except love at first sight crap.

“Why am I even trying. It’s probably nothing.” I thought to myself

As the hours go by faster and faster. It was already time to head to the Library. I changed into a pair of skinny jeans, a black v-neck, my favorite cardigan, and my black pair of riding boots. Dressy, I know, but it all of it was lying in the chair next to the closet and I’m to lazy to look for anything else. Plus, knowing me, I would run into somebody I would know. Since I decided to pick up some stuff at the store afterwards.

I grabbed my keys and headed to my car. I got in and started blasting pandora with the aux cord. It took me only 7 minutes to get there since I live pretty close. As I hopped out of the car, I opened up the side door to the Library, and went immediately into the conference room. I turned on the light in there, since he usually pulls up this way when he delivers packages and sat in one of the comfy conference room chairs. Scrolling through facebook to pass the time.

As I sat there deep in thought, staring blankly at my screen, I heard a noise. It kept getting louder and louder. Until, I realized it was someone knocking on the side door. I ran to the door and he greeted me with a smile. He thanked me for signing, as he handed me the packages. I gave him a warm smile back, told him to have a nice night, then shut the door. I took the boxes back to the conference and organized them exactly how she wanted it. 30 minutes later I was done. Smiling to myself, realizing that I can go home now, I grabbed my purse and keys.

I looked around to make sure I got everything, when it seemed like I did, I turned to head home. Until I saw a shadowed figure out in the hallway, I gasped and yelled “Holy Shit!”. Quickly making out who the shadowed figure was, I grabbed at my chest, trying to calm myself down from almost having a full blown heart attack. It was Mike, the Library handyman. He was in his mid 50’s, kind of on the bigger side, and had light gray hair.

“Oh my gosh, Mike! You gave me a heart attack. Sorry for the language, but you scared me! What are you doing here?” I say frantically.

Mike never responded to my question. He just looked right at me. Like he could see my soul my soul or something. I was starting to freak out a little bit  because Mike was never like this. Always in a jolly good mood, and friendly. Reminded me of Santa.

I waited a couple more seconds before I started again.

“So, uhh Mike, watcha doing here?” my voice shaky as I uttered the words.

He came closer to me, still staring right into my eyes with a mean look upon his face. All of the sudden his eyes went completely black. I backed up into a table, hyperventilating, wanting to believe that this was some kind of prank. I knew it wasn’t when he made his way towards me.

I searched around the room for the exit. As my eyes land on it, I looked back at him. His expression getting angry by the minute. Before I knew it, I was bolting towards the back door. Running as fast as my legs could take me, while fearing for my life. Unlocking the door quickly, and pushing it open with force. I pushed it so hard that tripped and scraped my knee. It started bleeding bad, but I got back up and ran faster as he followed.

I felt like I was in a horror movie as I passed the parking lot, and ran past the railroad tracks. I stopped at the stoplight that had shined a bright glow over the street. I looked all around to see if he was still following me. I cussed myself out in my head for not running to my car, but it was parked on the other side of the Library. I saw no sign of him, but still had a feeling that I would piss my pants since I was afraid.

I calmed myself down and tried to think of what to do next. I reached for my phone and pulled up the phone number that Agent Craig Ramirez gave me. He said “anything at all…”. I bit my lip and dialed the number hoping that he would pick up. I held the phone to my ear and looked at the Library from where I was standing. Praying that this man would answer…

Sam’s Pov

*A Few Hours Earlier*

Cas came to the motel as soon as Dean prayed to him. He looked a little out of it, since he had been doing some research for another case back at the bunker. He also told as he started watching “Friends” on Netflix and that’s why he was forgot to check his cell.

“Hello, Dean. Hello, Sam. What Is Up?” He said in his deep, voice.

“Cas we need your help on something. I was wondering if you knew of a Y/n Greene?” I asked.

“Y/n Greene? Is she important to this case you’re working on? He asked curiously

“Sam feels like he has a ‘strong connection’ with her or something.” Dean mocks while cleaning his gun.

“Dean you promised you would help.” I said, getting pissed off.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. So do you know her or not Cas?” asked Dean, gruffly.

“I’m not supposed to tell you.” Cas says bluntly

Dean and I shared a look with each other before pressing him on the matter.

“What do you mean you’re not aloud to tell us?” I asked Cas, confused.

“It’s against the rules.” He said, like we should know what that means

“Why is it against the rules, Cas?” Dean said, starting to get curious.

“You are supposed to figure out who she is, by yourselves.” He said, wanting this discussion to be over.

“Why can’t we just ask, you?” I said. Dean and I were trying to see if we could get him to spill the beans with annoying questions.

“It does not work like that.” starting to get annoyed. Dean and I pressed further.

“Why doesn’t it work like?” Dean asked, smiling to himself.

“I didn’t think you’d want another one, after Adam.” Cas said, completely annoyed.

Dean and I paused for a moment, processing what Cas just said.

“Wait, wait, wait a minute. You mean to tell us that she’s our sister?” I said, almost speechless.

Cas just realizing what he said, uttered the only word what he could think of.

“Crap.”


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*Present Time*

*ring*ring*ring*

“Hello, Agent Ramirez speaking.” I say in my best professional voice.

“Agent Ramirez, Agent Ramirez, are you there?” the distressed voice said, sounding like Y/n

“Y/n? Is that you? Are you ok?” I asked, fearing for the worst, especially after just finding out she’s my sister.

“Agent! Please I need your help! There was this guy an-” Y/n said practically crying

“I’m on my way! Where are you?” I asked.

“I’m near the Library, under the closets streetlight. Please hurry, Agent! I’m so scared.” she says, barely getting her words out between sobs.

“Stay right there! Don’t move ok! Everything will be fine! We are on our way!” I said in a calming, but serious tone.

“Please Hurry!” She says before hanging up.

I looked at Dean, who had the duffle bags ready to go. An unreadable expression on his face.

“Where to?” He asks, still not being able to read his expression.

“Library! Closest streetlight to it.” I say in a rush, as we exit the motel.

Y/n’s Pov
I never thought I would see something so horrible in my entire life. My work, my safe place, my second home. Burning down in giant red flames. The whole fire team was there and the police. The flames are almost too much to save anything. I felt dead on the inside. I told the cops what happened and they believed me completely after Mike told them he did it. I didn’t understand how his personality changed in such short of amount of time.

All I could think about was what he said to me. After he set it on fire.

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“Everything you love will burn to the ground, everyone will die who you love, all these people will suffer just at the hands of knowing you. All these people will suffer because of the person who you really are. None of my people will stop until you are truly miserable. If it’s the last thing we do.” He said this right before he shot himself in the chest.

I saw black smoke come out of Mike’s body and go into the ground. He was still breathing, but he barely looked alive. Then that is when police showed up.

I shuddered thinking about the events I just witnessed. Not even hearing the two agents approach me from behind.

“Are you ok, Y/n?” he asked with that same caring tone again.

“No.” I spoke so soft. I didn’t even think that they could hear me.

“We need to talk, Y/n. Would you be willing to come with us? We can protect you.” Craig said, softly.

I looked back at the Library and saw that the flames were just not letting up. My heart feeling like a wilted rose. Until I couldn’t stand the scene, I turned my attention back to the men. We walked over their car and Eric opened up the back door for me. As I sat down, I saw Eric give me a sympathetic look. Looking like he understood exactly what I was going through. After Eric started her up, we drove down the road and out of sight from the Library.

I couldn’t help but feel that everything was about to change.

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