someone needs to gif her

I absolutely love Layla Rourke. She is a beautiful character, full of the gentle kind of love I wish Dean could experience with someone. She is so soft with him, even after she thinks he stopped her from receiving a miracle from the faith healer. And Dean, who is just as soft inside, needs someone like her so much and after watching Faith, my heart just aches that it’s been twelve years now and he still hasn’t found someone to love him like this. </3

She gave her best, she gave her all just to make other people happy. She gave her pieces just to make others whole. She broke her own heart just to fill up the spaces of the ones who is in need. She care about others more than herself. But still, she wasn’t noticed, cared, loved. Her existence is important only when they need her, someone to fill up those spaces, heal their wounds. Someone they can have temporarily. 

Where is she now?

Title: Fire Saftey Part 1

Character: Patrick Sullivan

Movie: The Accidental Husband

Warnings: None, fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Special shout out to @ladylorelitany and @magikat409!

Holding her stuffed bunny rabbit by the ear, little Eleanor “Ellie” Lail shuffled her way down the hall.

She looked around, making sure that no one was out and watching her.

Eleanor had a plan brewing, one that would help her Aunt Y/N Knowles in the best of ways.

Eleanor had been at school, the whole Kindergarten class outside for fire safety week.

There, she had seen a tall, handsome fireman by the name of Patrick. He had dimples and Eleanor knew for a fact that her Auntie loved dimples.

Shoving her bunny into her overalls, Eleanor looked around one more time.

Reaching up until she was on her tiptoes, she hooked her fingers onto the white latch and dropped down to the flat of her feet, using her weight to pull down hard.

Immediately the bell sounded. Eleanor took off in a run towards her Aunties apartment, her little legs moving quickly and her pigtails bouncing.
I shot up off of the couch, hearing the fire alarm once again and the front door slamming.

“Christ, another one!?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.

“Ellie baby?” I hollered, searching the hall for her.

“I’m wight here, Aunt Y/N!”

I looked towards the end of the hall to find Eleanor breathing heavily, Mr. Floppy tucked into her overalls.

“Where were you?” I asked her, picking her up.

“Over at Chawies. We was playin’.” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I carried her out the door and down a flight of stairs to go outside and wait for the fire department to show.

As we waited, I found a place on the brick wall to take a seat. My body ached from working so many hours, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.

Ellie was my responsibility now… My sister had passed away about a year before hand and she had left me as the sole caregiver of Ellie.

I made sure that she never hurt for anything; her happiness and well being was my number one focus.

I had nearly fallen asleep sitting up when Eleanor tugged on my shirt, “What Hun?”

She pointed at a fireman, a smile on her face,”Lookit, Aunt Y/N! That’s the fireman that came to my school!”

I couldn’t get a good look at him and that’s when I realized that I didn’t even have my glasses on.

Gah, I hoped that the building wasn’t on fire.

The visit from the men didn’t last long, but some seemed quite pissed.

“Mistur Patwick! Mistur Patwick!” Eleanor called out, flailing her arms.

The man looked over and smiled as he came closer to where we were sitting.

“Well, well. If it isn’t little Miss Ellie, right?”

Eleanor gasped, her eyes wide, “He remembured my name!”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he chuckled.

“Dis is my Aunt Y/N!”

I squinted at the man; he was still slightly blurry.

He held out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N,”

I shook his hand, blushing when I saw his dimples, “Likewise,”

“Hey Patrick! We gotta go, man!” one of the men by the fire truck yelled.

“It’s safe to go back in, but we’ve been asking that everyone keep an eye out; see who’s pulling the alarms.”

“Sure, thank you for coming out.”

“Not a problem. Ladies,” Patrick nodded his head and walked off, his boots thudding on the cement.

When I turned around to pick Ellie up, I found her with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.

“What’s wrong?”


“Ummm, okay… Let’s go inside and get you some dinner made,”

For the rest of the night and well into the week, Ellie was in a sour mood.

It was a Thursday night when I had come home early and had all the household work done, that I had decided to follow Ellie to see what she was up to.

That was when I found out it had been her that had been pulling the alarm.

Just as she reached up, I hollered at her, “Eleanor Rose Lail!”

She screamed when she spun around. Her bottom lip began to quiver and her eyes filled with chunky tears.

“Young lady, just what do you think you’re doing!?” I demanded.

She started to hiccup cry, “I- I- I just wanted you to be happy!”

My brows furrowed. I didn’t even know whether to be mad at her or not.

“Ellie,” I sighed, kneeling down.

“I’m sowwie!” she cried, cuddling Mr. Floppy to her face.

I gently took her hand and led her back to the apartment.

“Awre you mad?” she hiccuped.

“I’m not exactly happy, Ellie, but we’re going down to the fire station and you’re apologizing to those men whose time you wasted.”

She sniffled, taking the sleeve of her shirt and wiping her nose, “Yes Ma’am.”
The wind was sharp and cold as we walked to the fire station. Ellie had been quiet the whole time.

As soon as we neared the station, we saw a few of the men were outside washing one of the trucks.

I cleared my throat to gain their attention, “I’m looking for Patrick?”

“Yo, Patrick! Broad out here to see ya’s!”

I pushed my glasses up my nose, finally able to see the dimples clearly as Patrick smiled.

“Hey Ellie, Y/N.”

Ellie immediately teared up as I nodded, “Can I speak to you, privately?”

The smile slipped from his face, concern taking place, “Yeah, sure. Come on in Sweetheart.”

Patrick led us inside where it was warm. The kitchen and living room were practically one room.

“You alright, Y/N?” he asked, folding his arms over his broad chest.

Eleanor looked up at me. I gently nudged her, “Go on,”

She played with her bunny’s ears, her lip quivering, “It was me Mr. Patwick,”

Patrick knelt down to her level, “What are you talking about Ellie?”

“I pulled da fire alarm,” fat tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

Patrick sighed, scratching his brow with his thumb, “Ellie, Honey, you can’t be doing that. Why would you do it?”

“Because I wanted Aunt Y/N to be happy…”

He looked up at me slightly confused, “I’m not following,”

“You can make Aunt Y/N happy. She takes vewy good care of me! She needs someone take of her too and she’s vewy bootiful!”

“Okay, okay… One thing at a time, Ellie. I’m gonna have some of the guys show you around and teach you a few things okay?”

Ellie nodded and wiped her nose, “You’re not mad?”

Patrick smiled and tucked away a loose curl, “No Honey, but you can’t pull the fire alarm anymore.”

“Yes sir,”

Patrick called one of his coworkers over and had him show Ellie the ropes.

I stood by the couch, staring at my sneakers. When Patrick came back over, he touched my arm.

“I’ll pay what ever fines, just send me a bill.”

“Don’t worry about that. Come sit down.” Taking me by the elbow, he led me to the couch where we sat at the same time.

“It seems we have a little Cupid in our midst,” he chuckled.

I blushed, playing with my fingers, “Yeah… I’m really sorry about the trouble that Ellie has caused,”

“She’s just a kid and she means well, Y/N,”

“Thank you… for being so understanding,” I said, my voice breaking at the end.

Patrick’s brows furrowed as he leaned closer and placed a hand on my knee, “It’s no problem, Sweetheart, really.”

I cleared my throat, not knowing what possessed me to spill my guts, “My sister passed away in a car wreck about a year ago,”

Patrick’s other hand rubbed my back, “Ellie’s mom?”

I nodded.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,”

“Eleanor means well… I guess, maybe I should let go of a few hours at work so that I can be home with her more… I just don’t want to drown in bills,”

“That’s understandable,”

We fell in a comfortable silence as Patrick continued to gently rub my back.

“Listen, Ellie did get something right,”

“What’s that?”

“You are very beautiful,”

I snorted, slapping a hand over my mouth after the noise escaped me.

Patrick laughed.

He did have some amazing dimples when he smiled.

He licked his lips and smiled, “Let me take you out, on a real date.”

“Oh I don’t-”

“C'mon, just one and if you don’t wanna go out again, I’ll take it as it is. Please?”

I stared into his eyes, seeing the genuineness there. Nodding, I decided to live a little, “Okay,”

“Yesss!” Ellie screeched, making us both jump at the high pitched sound.

“Eleanor Rose Lail!” I smiled, but scolded.

She giggled and covered her mouth, “Sowwie,”


Because even the strongest person knows how to cry… you may always see that person smiling and always have that positive vibes that can affect everyone around. You may not see any trace that she’s going through a lot of things. She may always give everyone advice, inspirational words and she’s that person whom you can always count on. She may always be there for everyone, a shoulder to cry on. You might see her laughing and she’s jolly all the time. You may think that everything about her is okay. She may be strong but she still knows how to cry, she’s weak inside. And it’s painful to watch the strongest person cry in front of you just because she can no longer hide it. She can no longer stop and control the tears from falling. It hurts to witness every tears falling from her eyes as you can hear her painful sobs. That the person who’s so strong and always there for everyone and had that sweetest smile is now crying because she’s hurt. It’s just her one way of telling everyone that she also needs a good cry to release it, it’s not that she’s weak but it’s because those tears are words from the heart to tell eveyone how she feels. She also need someone to be there for her during her weakest point. She’s strong but she’s still have a soft heart.


(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader

WORD COUNT : 2 058

Both Kai and Reader have feelings for each other but none of them is willing to admit it to the other until Reader gets injured… 

*not my gif

It was Friday night and Y/N and Kai were supposed to meet at the movies. There was this scary movie Kai wanted to see and she had been more than happy to agree because it meant that during the scary scenes , he’ll hold her hand and pull her close to him. They’d sit in the back , away from the other viewers , as if they are the only people there. Y/N had feelings for him , but knew that he most likely didn’t feel the same way about her , so she kept quiet. Some times Kai would do or say something , making her wonder if he does have feelings for her , but … he never acted on it and she thought it she had imagined it.

Y/N walked down the street towards the cinema when her phone rang.
Kai. said the called ID. She smiled and answered.
“Hey.” she said smiling.
“When are you getting here? ” Kai said on the phone.
“I’m just turning down the street…” she said. “Be with you in a jiffy.”
Kai laughed from the other end of the phone.
“Alright , see you in a jiffy then.” he said smiling and hang up.

A moment later Kai saw her coming from other side of the street and his heart stopped for a moment. It happened every time he saw her. Y/N knew his past and everything he had done and had accepted him just the way he was , even before the merge. Y/N never judged him based on his past instead she supported him and had been there for him every single time he needed someone. He’d call her in the middle of the night or just turn up at her place unannounced and she’d let him in. They’d sit together and Y/N would listen and comfort him. Kai didn’t know how or when exactly he had fallen in love with her but he knew there was no changing that.

Y/N was crossing the street towards him when out of nowhere a car showed up and hit her , the driver not stopping. 
“Y/N !” Kai screamed running towards her. Y/N laid on the ground semi conscious. He pulled her into his arms , brushing her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she tried to stay awake.
“You will be OK.” he said , his voice trembliing. “You will be OK ….“
Y/N reached her hand towards his cheek ; she wanted to touch him , comfort him but when she tried to speak no sound came out. There were so many things she wanted to tell him … Y/N tried to speak once again , only one wish popping into her head. If this was to be the end for her…
“Smile , please …” she said weakly. “I want to see your smile again.”
“You will be OK , just hold on…” he said , adding a weak smile afterwards.
“Kai , I …” she started to say but didnt get the chance to finish. Her eyes closed and she drifted into darkness./

Kai’s eyes were full of tears as he pulled her body closer to his. He could still feel her heartbeat…barely but still there.
“No , no. Please don’t leave me!” Kai said , his voice breaking. “You can’t die , you hear me! You can’t die , not now …” tears starting to roll his cheeks.
He felt as if air was being sucked out of his lungs , his heart breaking to million pieces watching Y/N’s unconscious body and knowing he can’t do anything to help her. A few moments after , he heard the sirens of the ambulance. The doctors lifted her body onto a gurney and Kai got into the ambulance with them , holding Y/N’s in his feeling her warmth not letting go.
After they arrived at the hospital , Kai spent hours pacing the hallway waiting for the doctors to come out and tell him what had happened. He was barely able to control his emotions , he felt sad , angry and broken at the same time. He punched a wall , bruising his hand but he didnt care about the pain , actually he didnt feel the pain on his hand at all. His heart was aching for Y/N. All he wanted was to take Y/N home , tell her how he felt about her before it’s too late …
After what seemed to him ages , the doctors finally came out to talk to him.
Soon after they transferred Y/N to a single room. His heart breaking a little at the sight of her in a hospital bed.
Kai held her hand and leaned over her , resting his forehead on hers.
“Come back to me , Y/N.” he whispered.“ Please come back to me… I love you.” he whispered , pressing his lips on hers.

Nearly a whole day passed before Y/N woke up.
Kai was sitting on a chair by Y/N’s hospital bed , holding her hand. His eyes were red and puffy from all the tears he had shed. The past few hours had been the worst in his life. He never knew pain such as this existed. It was as if someone had ripped his heart out and sent him straight to hell causing him the same excruciating pain over and over again.
The doctors had told him that it will take a while before she wakes up , but she will make full recovery… tho that didn’t make him feel any less worried. They had had to take out her spleen and she had bruised ribs and a broken leg but other than that she was alright.
Kai brought her hand to his lips , gently kissing her fingers. He felt broken , part of him fearing he’d never be able to feel whole again. He should’ve told her he loved her…. he should’ve told her when he first realised what those feelings meant.
Y/N squeezed his hand slightly. Kai’s eyes turning to look at her straight away feeling a flicker of hope.
“Y/N?” he said softly. “Please wake up …”
A few moments later he saw her eyes flutter and she opened them , her eyes taking in the room , her gaze falling on Kai. He felt a rush of relief seeing her beautiful eyes open again.
“Kai …” she said weakly.
“Shhh … Don’t talk.” he said softly , a smile on his face.
“Where am I?” she asked anyways.
Kai sighed. Even when in a hospital , she never listened.
“You are in a hospital. After that car hit you …” he said , swallowing hard lowering his gaze for a second. Kai was trying hard not to start crying again. “.. they brought you here… How are you feeling ?” he asked worry in his voice.
Y/N looked at him and felt her heart flutter but also break because Kai looked shattered. She couldn’t stand seeing him like this - puffy red eyes , messy hair a , she wanted to hug him and comfort him…
“A little sore.” she managed a small laugh. Kai’s eyes lit up at the sound. “Have you been here the whole time?” she asked , her voice a little louder this time. He nodded.
“I couldn’t leave you …” Kai said. Y/N managed a weak smile.
“Thank you.” she said giving his hand a squeeze.
“Y/N , there is something I … something I have to tell you.” he said nervously. Y/N looked at him confused , fear flashing in her eyes for a split second. “I … ” Kai started to say but suddenly changed his mind. No , this is not the way to tell her. It should be special. he thought. “It can wait.” he said leaning in to kiss her forehead. “You need to rest… and I am not going anywhere.”
Y/N was confused by what had just happened and wanted to ask him what it was about but she was starting to drift away again.
“Is that a promise?” she asked her voice barely louder than a whisper this time.
“It’s a promise.” Kai said , but Y/N didn’t hear him. Her eyes had already closed again , meds pulling her into a deep sleep.

Kai spent the next few days at the hospital with Y/N , never leaving her side. She spend most of the time unconscious due the painkillers , but every time she opened her eyes and saw Kai standing over her , she always smiled. Those were the only moments he felt able to breath again.
Kai had called her friends to come over at the hospital. He had asked them to heal her with vampire blood but when Y/N found out she had said No.
“People in this town have a bad habit of turning into vampires …” she had said. “I’d rather not turn into one …”

After Y/N was discharged from the hospital , Kai drove her home and helped her get settled in.
“I am going to take very good care of you.” he said helping her sit on the couch , elevating her broken leg. “Is there anything you want ? Ice cream ? Hot chocolate ? Pancakes ? ”
You. I want you. she wanted to say.
“Some ice cream would be awesome. Cookie dough and you pick the other flavour.” she said smiling.
“Got it.” he said winking at her before walking into the kitchen for the ice cream. He grabbed the ice cream (rocky road for him) from the freezer and two spoons before heading back towards the living room. “Here you go.” Kai said , sitting down next to her on the couch. She scooted over to him , her shoulder slightly brushing against his.
They were both silent for a few minutes , Y/N glancing at him and smiling. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her , even after everything that had happened there was a glow in her eyes and she seemed happy. Kai leaned in closer wanting to kiss her but he stopped himself.
“Y/N … I … I don’t know how to say this.” he said breaking the silence. Suddenly Kai felt more nervous than ever , his hands shaking and his heart about to leap out his chest.
Y/N left her ice cream to the table and took his hands in hers , looking into his eyes. “Just say it…” she said smiling.
Kai intertwined his fingers with hers and took a deep breath.
“I am in love with you , Y/N.” he said smiling , his eyes locked with hers.“ I’ve been in love with you for months and wanted to tell you so many times , but it was never the right moment…” he paused for a second. ”And then the other night when that car hit you and I held you in my hands thinking you might die , it made me realise how stupid I’ve been all this time. I should’ve told you about my feelings for you earlier. The thought of losing you and never been able to tell you how much I love you nearly killed me.” words pouring out of him. “I love you , Y/N. I love you more than anything in the world.. and I’ll understand if you just want to be friends , I just - … I don’t ever want to lose you. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want you in my life forever.”

Y/N smiled at him. So he did have feelings for her. Kai’s blue eyes were piercing into hers , waiting for an answer.
“I love you too , Kai. I thought you didn’t feel the same way about me , that’s why I didn’t tell you. I love you.” she said , wide smile on her face.
Kai’s face lit up hearing her words all the sadness draining away replaced by happiness. He tried to speak but Y/N pressed her lips against his , not letting him. He pulled her close feeling happier than he has ever had in his life. She loved him too and nothing else mattered.
"I love you , Y/N.”  Kai said , kissing her deeply. 


So I wanted to make a separate post to piggyback the one usoapp​ wrote about Franky being the father figure to the crew. I didn’t wanna ruin it by turning it into a ship war. Read that first, it’s delightful.


In this rant I’m gonna look past the ball-grab, past the subtle hints in the anime, past the little things that Oda puts in his SBS to TEASE ME……. I’m just gonna talk about Franky and Robin’s relationship.

Y’see, I agree wholeheartedly with Usoapp. Franky wants to be the family to others that he never had…. and that’s why he and Robin work so perfectly together. 

Think of it. Robin hardly had a childhood to begin with. She lost it along with her mother and all of her friends and the people that supported her. She grew up constantly alone. A cast-away. A demon. She was hunted for money and was shown so little kindness that she came to never trust anyone. Kindness was a trick.
Then she met the Strawhat crew. She found kindness. She was willing to sacrifice her life for the kindness that she found in the crew.

But now that’s not all. When she was to the point of throwing her life away and had lost all hope… Franky was there. Before she was even aware that the Strawhats were coming to save her. Franky was there. Being just the kind of person he was.

Growing up, he had been warned about her. He’d seen the wanted ad. Yet here he was, sitting across from her on the sea train to both of their demise. Telling her that her life was worth something. This may have been the first time in AGES that someone told her that she was human, that her life had value. That someone was willing to take a frickin bullet for her.

Franky knows what it’s like to be hated, rejected, and treated like his life was worthless. To him… she was someone he needed to protect. Her life was worth so much. He needed to show her that.

I particularly love the playful attitude that Robin has with Franky. With any other man she’d string them along and play like she’s interested but with Franky she can be herself.
She can be playful, smile, and call him out when he’s being a dork. They have the PERFECT  dynamic. And they both know the value of finding family in each other.

Oh my god, I so want to do a part 3 to this one. I don’t know where I’d go with it yet (I still feel like Loki’s change of attitude towards the reader happened too fast) but ugh, I just love where this one went and how it turned out and… yeah. Cool. Thank you to @all-nerds-here for requesting this part two - I genuinely had a blast writing it. Enjoy, my darlings, and let me know what you think. 

Prompt: PLEEEAAASE continue the Loki x sick!reader one! It was sooo good!

Plague (Part 2)

Part 1

You knocked twice on the door. The early morning sun peeked into the hallway from the above skylight (of course Tony Stark would have windows in the damn ceiling) and though you still weren’t feeling completely well again, the sleep yesterday had certainly helped. Given that you were awake early, on account of your inability to sleep properly whilst sick, you still hadn’t changed out of your pyjamas. Around the red silk, you’d wrapped your duvet and in your hands you clutched the blanket that Loki had placed over you.

It hadn’t taken you long to figure out that it was Loki who had cared for you the day prior – nobody else had been around – but you had taken the briskness with which he had left as a sign to let the topic lie. Until this morning, you had intended to keep it that way but you felt somewhat indebted to him after waking up feeling so refreshed.

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Like i have endless questions with this scene, i know it will probably turn out to be zero chance of being related to what i think, but why is Kara sad? Does she feel sympathy for her friend Lena? Her eyes were gloomy and at the same time in deep thought… Like how did it ever ended that way? Her friend leaning her head on her shoulder? Did they have a conversation before this? Like lena saying “everyone around me wants me to do something expected of me, of a luthor? My family, my friends my ex lovers? like the only interesting part of me is the potential of being evil? And that I always need to prove something, for them to love me…” will kara say “Not always… not with me” will she say it in an ever so platonic way? Will lena give her a knowing look? “I know and i will always be grateful of that” or will she give her one of those look with adoration and full of unrequited love? “I want you to love me more than what we have now and it’s pointless to give me all of these, when i only want your love, u keep giving me ur help” on what point did she decide to rest her head on kara’s shoulder? Was there an understanding? Have they done this before? Like was it automatic and natural for them to just do this when they know one of them is really sad? What was going on in kara’s mind? When she draped her hand on lenas shoulder? Was she aching to do this for a awhile now? Was she nervous when she did it? Like “is this too soon for our friendship? ” “am i invading her personal space?” Or she just knew that lena needed protection, lena needed someone there for her, unconditionally. How about lena? In what universe did she ever imagine that someone like kara will come into her life? How on earth did she deserve someone like kara? She knew a luthor doesnt deserve one as pure as kara… even though kara think otherwise…. Lena felt surprisingly at ease when kara put her hand on her shoulder, she needed someone close and warm as kara, but still this closeness wasn’t enough, she needed reassurance, she wanted to make sure that Kara won’t flinch, and that it wasn’t one of those “touch move” mistakes, and so she placed her hand over kara’s… afraid of kara pulling back instantly, and Lena thought she’d regret it, since there were bolts of electricity that ran through her entire body, but she didnt… she was holding on for dear life and yet still calm as the sun in a summer field. Kara didn’t pull back, no.. most definitely not…it almost felt normal that they were holding each other, like lena’s hand became hers… and so as the other… what were they thinking simultaneously? “Is this alright?” For kara “what does this mean? ” for lena? Like how on earth did they end up like this? Answer me? The worst thing that could happen is-if were given a really short scene…of kara saying “it’ll be alright lena” and it just fades to black… and thats it. Nothing else. Nothing more. And it would just be platonic for all we know, and I will still be thankful for it… because kara and lena have come a long way… kara knowing that she’s a luthor all the while that she’s also supergirl cause that fucking means a lot.




(Y/n) sat with the story book in her hands, tracing the pages fondly.

“Which story do you want?” She asked quietly, glancing at the boy who sat far away from her, glaring at her.

“How about none” he smirked, leaning back in his chair.

“You didn’t want to watch a movie, you didn’t want to play a video game, you didn’t want pizza” she replied, eyes narrowed “We’re doing something! So pick a damn story!”

“How about this one, hmmm?”


“Tell me our story (Y/n)” he chuckled “I gaurantee that’s its different from how I’d tell it”

The girl sighed, closing the book gently and placing it on the bed next to her.

“Once upon a time there was a shy boy who struggled making friends. He sat alone at every lunch and wondered why none of the other children would play with him” she realised he was already hating this, the boy’s eyes darkening “Then one day a new girl moved to his town. This girl was very loud and very friendly. The girl decided to make friends with the shy boy and the two were inseparable. They went everywhere toegther and-”

“This parts awful boring” Henry interupted, faking a yawn “Maybe skip ahead a bit”

“To which point?” the girl asked through gritted teeth.

“The end”


“How does our story end, (Y/n)” he stood up sharply “Because I can tell it wont be happy in any way”


“You’ll probably get sick of constantly having to fight with me, it’ll drive you insane” He started to walk towards her, a dark look in his eye “We’ll get into our biggest argument yet. Maybe I’ll take it too far-”

“Henry you’re scaring me”

“Maybe I’ll hit you”


“Maybe I’ll attack you”


“Maybe I’ll kill you (Y/n)” he was right in front of her now, the two practically nose to nose as he stared her down “Maybe I’ll reach right in here” he placed his hand just above her heart “And rip this out”

“No you won’t”

“What makes you so sure?”

“You said you’d never hurt me”

“Maybe I will”

She let out an unsteady breath, gulping lightly. She had two thoughts. Run. Or stop him. She knew if she ran he would stop, but he would alos stop believing in her. He needed her right now, he needed someone to show him that he had support and not everyone was afraid of him.

“You won’t” she replied, her voice shaking lightly.


She reached forward an inch and kissed him lightly. It was barely even a kiss, more of a quick peck. But it was enough to snap him out of his psychotic rant.

“Because you’re in love with me, and you have been since we were very young” she whispered “And no matter what kind of monster you turn into, you would never hurt anyone you loved”

The Ones Who Survive by Annie Cardi

The story goes like this: there’s a beautiful girl locked away in a tower, asleep, seeming dead but not, cursed, waiting for someone to wake her. Knights and princes and kings have tried, but the journey is long and the way is barred by brambles and thorns and dragons, and so far no one’s ever come back. So knights and princes and kings keep going, because the beautiful girl is still out there, waiting for someone to bring her home like a prize.

When I heard the story as a child I asked, “Where’s everyone else? Why is she alone?”

“Because she was cursed hundreds of years ago. Some left, but the one who loved her stayed with her until they all died.”

When I was a little older, when the plague swept our village and my mother and father died, I thought about the beautiful girl, and how we both knew what it was to be cursed and alone.


They said I would be sleeping, dreaming,
and I don’t know where I am but
I’m not at rest.

I feel my body and I leave my body
and I am everywhere.

I am through the brambles and thorns
Atop the tower
But all I could do was watch them go.

It was to keep me safe
the brambles and thorns and monsters
I heard them tell me at my bedside

I watched them weep
watched them grow old
watched them grow still.

They cannot keep me safe anymore.


When people ask where I’m going, I tell them I’m going to look for work, to search for family, to find a husband.

I don’t mention the girl asleep in the tower.

I pack what little things I have, including my father’s armor. “You can’t be too careful on the road,” someone tells me when they see me wearing it. I sleep with a knife in my hand and a sword at my hip.

I need them.

On the road, I fight boys who think I’m an easy target. Men who think a girl on the road needs someone to protect her. Knights and princes and kings who think they have the right to anyone they come across. I warn them that I have a sword and it’s not the first time I’ve used it, but they never listen.


I used to dream
about someone who could find me
someone I’d want to find

Knights and princes and kings
ride in on white horses
swords drawn

My body is asleep and hidden
but I fly at them,
all teeth and fire and rage

They are delicious
and not at all satisfying.


People think I’ve made a mistake. “Turn around,” they say, “this land is cursed. If you survive the woods, there are the brambles and thorns, too thick to even hack your way through. And if you survive the brambles and thorns, you will be swallowed whole by the monsters waiting for you on the other side.”

“I know about being cursed,” I say. “I know about survival.”

I keep walking.


They said it was a witch
who did this to me.

They said it was a curse
I lived with my whole life

And all they could try to do
was protect me.

But maybe I had to learn how
to protect myself.

To wait until I didn’t have to.


I survive the woods. I fight through the brambles and thorns.

When I hear leathery wings, I hold my place. It lands in front of me and circles me and when it lands in front of me, all I see are claws and teeth. I tell myself this is not how I die, and I stare the monster in the eye and say, “I need to see she’s all right.”

It circles me again and inhales and I feel the fire in its breath. Then I feel the flap of wings and it rises up and it’s gone.


They told me I’d have to wait
until someone could protect me
but they didn’t tell me from what.

From woods and witches,
from brambles and thorns,
from knights and princes and kings.

So I gave myself teeth and wings
and dreamed.

I don’t need to dream anymore.


The story goes like this: The story goes like this: there’s a beautiful girl locked away in a tower, asleep, seeming dead but not, cursed, waiting for someone to wake her. Knights and princes and kings have tried, but the journey is long and the way is barred by brambles and thorns and dragons, and so far no one’s ever come back.

But where knights and princes and kings have failed, a peasant girl knows the way because she knows what it means when the journey is long and the way is barred. She knows how to survive and how to protect others.

This is the story I tell myself when I see her, beautiful and asleep and alive.

And waking up.


The stories start with a curse,
a witch, a thorn

A beautiful girl locked in a tower.

Not dead but alive.
Not asleep but air and fire and teeth.

Not waiting for knights
or princes or kings

But for the one who reminds her
that she is not dead but alive
not asleep but air and fire and teeth.

The stories are about the ones
who survive

And they end
with a kiss.

Seriously though, I need to talk to someone about how he is mouthing her line.

Discussion points include:

  • How much of this exchange was Harrison’s brainchild, and then completely overanalyzing it.
  • How much they rehearsed this in private because of course they did, do not dispute it.
  • If they included blocking when they rehearsed and if so, how intensely one’s mind reels.
  • That they could have switched roles for fun, and what that would have looked like.
  • Now hearing sassy Leia with Harrison’s voice.
  • How fucking hot all of this is.


Pietro Maximoff: Someone get y/n

Let’s just say you were unstable, you had had many experiments done too you, although unlike the Maximoff twins, yours were not volunteer, they stormed your house and took you, and that was it, 4 years of experimental drugs, electric shocks and excruciating pain, so yeah you were unstable.

You could control objects, elements, you could read people’s minds and thanks to an incident involving one of the precious stones, you could now see the future and had more power than anyone else known to SHIELD or HYRDA for that matter. You were a weapon saved to be used when everything failed, after Thor and Steve and the others, after Bruce, after everything you were brought in, this was because you were like a powerful bomb, you would go up destroying not only the bad but everything.

You were allowed out and to interact as normal with everyone because like a bomb, you had to be triggered, so until there was a danger you were allowed out to help. Like now for instance, the Avengers were having a party in Avengers towers and you were allowed to help out, Pietro had pulled a few strings to get you behind the bar with him, you were best friends after all, he somewhat understood your situation. Although he was new and did not know about your power, you decided not to tell Wanda and Pietro just yet all they knew is that you refused to use your powers, because you couldn’t bear the looks on their face when they found you had to be locked away because you were practically insane.

Unfortunately tonight, they were going to see it, the bad side to predicting the future, you chose when you got it and yo never thought to check situations like this, if only you had though. With a crash, 5 members of what were assumed as HYDRA broke through the windows, many more storming up the stairs and through the doors. This was it. Fury signalled at two of his men to put you in handcuffs and get you away Pietro and Wanda in complete confusion you pulling at the restraints madly, finally using your future ability to see what was going to happen next, they were all going to die, all of them. Flailing madly another couple men had to leave to contain you, as the Avengers began to fight with the members from what you had confirmed as HYDRA.

“Wait, Fury!” you screeched making him run to you, “Y/n, no” he spoke harshly as you fought against the handcuffs, “Listen to me, you need me for this, let me fight them, please, you don’t understand he’s back” you yelled watching as his face expression changed completely, realising who you meant. “Yes agent 78Q is back” you whispered as Fury rubbed his temples. “Don’t lie to me y/n” he seethed grabbing his gun and joining the fight.  Pietro had flashed out of the room, to run after you but stopped and had heard the whole conversation watching from afar. Pietro was new yes, but he could tell when you were lying, he knew you didn’t choose to not use your powers, he knew everything.

Stopping Fury in his tracks, Pietro towered over him. “I know y/n, and I don’t really understand what’s happening but, she is not lying, I think someone needs to get her” he spoke ducking as a further window broke revealing what you had predicted, agent 78Q was back. “Someone get y/n!” Fury yelled but you were already on it, you broke the metal handcuffs cracking them apart, the anger making it easy for you as your adrenaline engulfed you.

Storming into the main hall where the party once was you flicked your wrist knocking out multiple agents of HYDRA easily, your eyes flicking a deep red making Pietro and Wanda share a scared glance with each other. It didn’t take you long to clear the room, everyone stopped completely in their tracks, the Avengers knowing not to move, The Maximoffs, didn’t dare more.

Clapping his hands slowly and sarcastically Agent 78Q walked through the doors, making you grit your teeth, let’s just say you and this agent had a little bit of history, long story short him dead would be better than anything else on the planet in your eyes. Pietro watched your eyes closely observing them turn deeper and deeper shades of red, this was not the girl he knew, this was not the girl he was falling for. The last time you had met agent78Q your powers were minimal, he thought your powers were nothing but a party trick, well in your eyes you decided that you should show him the encore to your little tricks. Breathing out steadily you outstretched your hand slowly and pushed him into the air before pushing him along the bar, him flying across the room. Using your ability you pulled him against the wall holding him onto nearly the ceiling, the light caught him just right you noticed that now he was covered in alcohol which gave you an idea.

Breathing out once again you created a small fire just below him, and as you were about to raise it, a small voice spoke. “Y/n” Pietro said quietly but in the silent room everyone heard. “This isn’t you okay?” they’ve got this, just let him down, Steve and Thor will take him, please put out the fire and let him down” he soothed. The words almost triggering some sort of relief in your brain as your thoughts began to clear, dropping to the floor, the fire disappeared and the agent fell to be caught by Thor and Steve who dragged him out of the room and away from you. Sitting on the floor tears began to fall, you hated not having control, you wanted it back so badly but you couldn’t. “Pietro hugged you tightly, not caring about what you could do to him, he engulfed you into his arms and held you close, resting his head on yours. “My princess” he soothed in your ear, “Just take deep breaths okay? Stay nice and calm for me” he said no fear apparent in his voice.

“I’ve got you” he smiled as the other avengers sighed a sigh of relief, Fury even smiled a bit himself, maybe they had found a way to control you, maybe Pietro was your control. That wasn’t a bad thing though; in fact it was the best thing to happen to you. He cared for you so much and he was always there whenever you needed it and now; he was your hero.

“When I’m gone, Caroline is going to need you, even if she doesn’t know it. She’s going to need someone to help her move on with her life, someone to just make her smile. Promise me that you will do that, Stefan.”

(Axl having doubts before going on stage, requested by @shelbyrose1989)

Tonight was the last show of the tour and Axl had made sure from the start this was one of the many shows you would be attending. Since the show was in your home town you wanted to go out and visit old places, see old friends, and let your family know you were still alive since you’d moved off to LA with your boyfriend.

Usually before going on stage Axl didn’t need much other than a kiss on the cheek and a good luck. Tonight, that was not the case. He was pacing the length of his dressing room, finding something he could throw at the wall to try and ease his nerves about the show. When he had one of these rare fits no one dared to go in the room except you, but you weren’t there at the moment.

“Axl, what’s goin’ on man?” The burly security guard just barely stuck his head in the room, knowing that Axl could take him out with his temper.

Axl stopped in his tracks to face the door, unsure to be angry or relieved someone came to check on him. “Where’s Y/N? I need her here, she knows me best.” Axl began pacing again as the man shrugged his shoulders. “Wait, she’s at her mom’s house! Call this number and tell her she needs to get here as fast as she can!”

Scribbling down your mom’s phone number on a napkin, he rushed the guard to inform you that Axl needed you.

“Hello? Do you know what’s wrong? Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You hung up the phone and informed your mother that Axl was having a meltdown about performing. Your mom didn’t approve the fact you were with him, but she saw how much you loved him considering the concerned tone in your voice. Saying your goodbyes, you got in the rental car Axl had given you for the weekend and sped to the venue.

Crookedly parking in the lot, you didn’t even bother to lock the doors of the car before running into the venue rushing to Axl’s aid. Scanning all the doors, you abruptly stopped once you saw Axl’s name taped up on a door. Quietly opening the door, you walked in to see Axl with his head in his hands. “Baby…” You said, in almost a whisper.

Axl lifted up his head as if it were too heavy for his neck. “Hey, honey, I think I’m gonna cancel the show. I suck; I don’t even know why I’m here, Y/N.” Making your way towards the couch Axl was on, you softly placed yourself down next to your boyfriend.

Grabbing onto one of his clammy hands, you looked him straight in his sad green eyes. “If you suck then why on earth is this show sold out? They’re here to see you go out there and do what you do best. Even if you did suck, which you most definitely do not, you’d still have all the fans here to sing along to every word with you.”

Shaking his head, Axl got up from the couch to stare at himself in the dressing room mirror. “I don’t believe that, y’know, if I go out there and suck tonight it’s in the press tomorrow. No one wants anything more than to see me fuck up, Y/N, I don’t know why any of these people are here.”

Walking over to him you grabbed his arm and led him towards the side of the stage, staring out at the sea of people. All you could hear was the crowd’s chant in unison of “Guns and Roses” as they waited in anticipation for the band to come out. “You see that, Axl? They are all waiting out there for you, they are your fans and they are here because they want to see you. You’re going to go out there tonight and give them the best damn show they’ve ever seen.”

Axl didn’t say anything; you knew you had done your job from the smile on his face as he became mesmerized by the crowd. You headed back towards the room where the rest of the guys were preparing for the show; you spent the rest of your time there until the show started. As show time arrived, you high fived them and said your usual good luck to the other four.

Making your way to where you had usually watched the shows, Axl came up from behind you and covered your eyes. Guiding you on the stage and onto a folding chair, Axl looked at you with his eyes lit up and smile beaming. “Y/N, this is where you’ll be watching the show from tonight. Without you there would be no show, so I decided you would get the best seats in the house.” Axl bent over and pecked a kiss on the bridge of your nose, as he yelled I love you over the crowd’s clamor.

After the guys had given one of the best performances you’d ever seen, you greeted Axl backstage showering him in compliments on how he had done for the night. Axl had turned away for a moment to grab another water bottle; when he turned back around he saw that you were only in your bra and mini skirt, his eyes trailed your body in approval.

“You ready to be given the best performance you’ve ever seen, Axl Rose?” You giggled as Axl hoisted you up on to him and staggered back towards the couch.