that moment right there is 8 years old

Alternative Release

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader has a rubber band around her wrist. She used to cut as a young woman, and this is what she uses to cope instead of that during particularly rough cases. One day, Spencer asks her why she does that, so she tells him. @coveofmemories

Warnings: Talk of cutting and past sexual abuse

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“Late last night, two girls, identified as 8-year-old Kelly Clavin and 9-year-old Alyssa Smith were found raped and strangled just outside of Kelly’s home,” Garcia started, clicking the remote to bring the girls’ pictures up on the monitor. Your lovely technical analyst was to pure for this world, and would rarely look at the gruesome pictures for fear they would change her as a person. She was fundamentally cheerful and didn’t want to compromise that. 

You were a different person however.

Over many years, you’d experienced some shit. After being sexually-assaulted in college and then told by the school that they weren’t going to do anything about their star athlete because you happened to be drunk, you were determined to go into law enforcement. If you saved one person that kind of torment, your life and experiences would have been worth it. The assault had sparked a hatred of yourself inside you, and for quite a few years, whenever you needed a release, you would take the blade from your cabinet and slice at your thighs. 

One night, you took it further, cutting your wrists and passing out in the bathtub, only to wake up a day later with your crying mother at your side. She’d begged you that day to go to therapy and you’d reluctantly agreed - for her sake more than your own. As a single mother, she didn’t deserve this, so you helped yourself for her. In the course of your therapy, your doctor had suggested you wear a rubber band around your wrist as an alternative release.

And now here you were.

Garcia continued to brief the team on the circumstances of the case, but all you could focus on were the light bruises around the girls’ necks, reminding you of your own - the ones you had to cover up with a turtleneck all those years ago. You had been nearly 10 years older than Kelly and Alyssa at the time of your attack, and although you’d been somewhat drunk, you remembered every bit of fear that coursed through you that night. If you were petrified at the age of 18, then how were an 8 and 9-year-old feeling in their final moments. 

Your doctor had said not to focus on one bad thing for too long, so you tore your eyes away from the screen and turned your attention to your wrists that were under the table. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

It was a dull sound, but it provided the release you needed and everyone was too focused on the case to pay attention to whatever the sound was or where it was coming from. “Right now, this seems like an isolated incident,” Hotch said, “But considering this was a double child murder in a town that hasn’t experienced much more than an armed robbery in the course of the past decade, the locals called us in. They are at a complete loss. Wheels up in two hours.”

As the rest of the team filed out of the room to grab their go-bags, you leaned back and continued to flick at the band on your wrist. “You okay?” Spencer asked, his eyes soft and caring. Spencer was another one who somehow always managed to keep somewhat positive despite the things you’d seen. And he was infinitely caring.

“Yea,” you said quickly, not realizing that you’d started snapping the band even more quickly. “Just this case. Cases involving kids are always more difficult for me.”

Spencer nodded. No one could handle kids’ cases very well. “I just noticed that you’re snapping a rubber band. I haven’t heard you do that before.”

You looked down. The snapping had gotten much louder than you’d anticipated. Normally, you tried not to draw attention to what you were doing. “Sorry,” you said. “I didn’t realize how loud that was.”

“It’s okay,” he said with a shy smile. “I doubt anyone but me actually heard it. I’m just pretty sensitive to noise. Ummm…do you mind if I ask why you do that? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

As the gap between your past assault and subsequent cutting, and your present got wider and wider, you found yourself more comfortable talking about these things. You didn’t go around parading the information, but if someone asked, you’d answer. “Sure,” you said, flicking at the band a couple more times. “When I was in my first year of college, I went to a party, got a little drunk, and the star of the football team took me out back and assaulted me.” Spencer’s mouth dropped open. He was about to tell you that you didn’t have to continue, but you wanted to. “I tried to get him off me, but I couldn’t and he assaulted me and I remember very distinctly about the bruises around my neck afterwards.” You motioned toward the screen where the girls were still staring back at you. “Anyway, after it happened, I was obviously very disturbed, and I started cutting myself. When my mom found me in a bathtub, she took me to the hospital and the next day she begged me to get help. My doctor suggested this as a way to handle stress as opposed to cutting.”

Spencer’s mouth was still agape. “I’m so sorry. Did…did anything happen to the man that assaulted you?”

“Not at the time,” you spat quickly. “Back then, I was a poor kid there on a scholarship, but he was there on a full-ride scholarship as the school’s star athlete, so they did nothing. After, he went on to rape someone else, a woman with more money and a dad who had more pull than my parents did, so she took him to court and he went away for ten years. I think he’s still there.”

“Can I…can I hug you?” he asked. You smiled and extended your arms. Spencer was without a doubt one of the sweetest men you’d ever known.

“Of course, Spence.”

“I’m glad he went away, but I’m sorry you didn’t get any justice for yourself,” he replied, rubbing his hands up and down your back. For a moment, you just stood in his arms as he told you how sorry he was for what happened and for even asking.

You pulled away and smiled. “It’s okay, Spence. I wouldn’t have answered if I didn’t want to.”

“Well,” he said, grabbing your hand and giving it a slight squeeze, “If you ever forget your rubber band, or you feel like you want another option, I’m always here. However I can help.” He blushed, not used to being the one offering comfort and instead being the one asking for it. 

Leaning up, you kissed the side of his cheek. “Thanks, Spence. I think I might just do that.” You looked toward the screen one last time and then out the door. “Now, let’s go grab our go-bags and go get some justice for Kelly and Alyssa.”

Royalties Part 1/

Genre - Fluff/Angst 

Word count - 1733 words 

Pairing - Jungkook x Reader

Summary - Jungkook was a prince, you were not, he was royalty, you weren’t even close. But somehow you two were in a relationship. But will it be able to withstand all the rules and boundaries with his Position as a royalty, soon to be king?

Authors note - I didn’t proof read anything yet, so there may be mistakes. You may send in requests for anything you want, inbox is always open x 

Part 1/ 

Admin - Admin Jungkook

’Father! You can’t do this! I thought you supported whatever and who ever I choose to love!’’ Jungkook screamed mad.

‘’I do son, but there are standards, and she, she is not in those standards.’’ The king said. I stopped struggling a while ago, seeing that it made no sense.

‘’Please father, I will marry whoever you want me to, but please, I can’t go on with my life If I can’t see her’’ Jungkook said. He was on his knees in front of the king. Jungkook has never bowed to his father on his knees, but now he did.

The king was shocked to say at last, he didn’t expect his son to bow down for a girl like her.

‘’You really love her don’t you son’’ the king asked his son. Jungkook didn’t dare to look up and stayed on his knees and nodded his head. ‘’Well-

~

1 Year prior

It all started from secret meetings in the castle library to you sneaking into his room and vice versa. You didn’t know that a small friendship started in the library could turn into something more, nonetheless with the heir of the country.

‘’Psshhh Y/N! Y/N!’’ Jungkook whispered next to me. I was trying to stay concentrated on my book that I was reading, but with Jungkook whispering in my ear.

‘’I would appreciate it if you didn’t distract me your highness’’ I whispered back. We were currently seated in the castle library.

‘Ya! Y/N I told you not to call me that, just say Jungkook’’ he said.

 ‘I’m sorry your high, I mean Jungkook’’ I said bowing slightly with my head.

‘’Aishh stop being so formal, we’ve spent how many months here together, I would’ve thought the formalities are gone now’’ he said.

‘’I’m sorry Jungkook, I’m just scared that someone finds out about these secrets meetings, and that I’ll have a punishment to go through’’ I said.

‘’Fine, then let’s not meet anymore’’ Jungkook said. My eyes widened hearing that because that was not how it was supposed to go, I loved hanging out with Jungkook, I was just scared of the consequences, seeing my status and his.

Truth is, Jungkook is the prince of the country and I was just a daughter of a maiden of the castle and knight. There was a big difference in status, and Jungkook and I meeting wasn’t the smartest thing to do. If someone ever found out, I could be whipped or be removed from the castles and forbidden from ever meeting with Jungkook again.

The first time I met Jungkook was when I was 6 years old. I was roaming the halls of the castle when I wasn’t supposed to leave the room. I got lost when the queen found me crying in the halls. She asked me who I was and introduced me to a young Jungkook. She returned me to my mom’s room who was crying when she saw me, she thought I had run away. After that I hadn’t seen him until I was 17 years old, reading a book in the library.

He asked me if I could help him find a book for his studies and that I had to help him with his homework. So the secret meetings started from there on out. If I have to be honest, Jungkook was a very handsome, kind and has the sweetest most down to earth personality a prince can haven. You could say I’ve developed a tiny crush on him, but I knew it couldn’t be returned, because he’s a prince and I’m nowhere near the royal status.

‘’Jungkook, you know that’s not what I meant’’ I said now turning to him and pouting. But Jungkook wasn’t giving in and was just looking straight forward with a stern look, not once breaking his demeanour. He was ignoring me.

‘’Jungkook! Kookie, please forgive me, you know I didn’t mean it like that’’ I said clinging to his arm. I could see the right side of his lips curling up a little and knew I was breaking his stern demeanour. ‘’Please, please, please for me’’ I said pouting. His eyes shifted to mine.

‘’Fine’’ He said and I started to grin widely. ‘’But! I want a kiss in return’’ he said smirking. His comment made my mouth fall open and my cheeks heat up.

‘’Wh- What’’ I said shocked. Surely he didn’t mean that, right?

‘’I’ll forgive you, in return of a kiss’’ he said. My cheeks started blushing crimson red. I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and returned in my seat quickly, looking down on my lap, playing with my fingers.

‘’What was that?’’ Jungkook asked shocked.

‘’A, a kiss your, Jungkook’’ I said not looking up. I knew my cheeks were flaming red right now. ‘’You didn’t tell me where you wanted that kiss’’

‘’I meant on my lips Y/N’’ Jungkook said. I looked up so quickly, I thought my neck was gonna break.

‘’This might have not been the best timing to announce it but’’ Jungkook said and took a deep breath and turned to face you better. He grabbed your hands in his and made you look at him.

‘’Y/N, I’ve met you once when we were little and I couldn’t get you out of my head since then. I was only 8 years old then, but I couldn’t. I met you again 1 year ago, at exactly this place, and I fell for you right that moment. I didn’t necessarily need help on my study then and I still don’t now, but Y/N I like you, and I’m okay if you can’t replicate these feelings, I just wanted you to know’’ he said and released a big breath.

To say I was shocked was an understatement, that the prince Jeon Jungkook returned my feelings for him. I didn’t know what to say and just sat there with my eyes wide open and mouth wide open.

‘’Y/N please say something, I’m dying here’’ Jungkook said with a nervous chuckle.

‘’Jungkook I like you too’’ I said without even processing the information. I swear Jungkook’s smile went so big and bright, I never want to see anything else in my life again.

‘’You do?!’’ he asked shocked and I nodded with a shy smile.

‘’yeah’’ I said and looked back down on my lap and continued playing with my fingers. When suddenly my head was lifted and Jungkook was much closer than I expected. His nose barely grazing mine and his eyes staring into mine.

‘’Then it must be okay to do this now’’ he said and before I know it I felt his lips on mine. To say this was my first kiss would be a lie, but to say that his lips were the softest I’ve ever felt. His lips tasted like vanilla and they were so soft. Jungkook nibbled on my lower lip to ask for access and I happily granted it. His hand on my waist and my hands in his hair. I never expected something like this to happen to be honest. Once we broke the kiss to catch a breath his head was still leaning on mine.

‘’Wow’’ he said out of breath 

‘’Wow indeed’’ I said equally out of breath.

‘’I never thought you would have returned my feeling Y/N’’ he said leaning back but pulling you with him so you sat on his lap.

‘’and why would you think that?’’ I asked playing with the back of his hair. My book that I was reading long forgotten.

‘’Because you are so beautiful, kind and way out of my standards.’’ He said which made my mouth fall open, again.

‘’Are you kidding me’’ I asked and slapped his chest and he just grinned.

‘’Ya! I’m still the prince you know, and that hurt Y/N’’ he said rubbing the spot on his chest I just hit him. Shit, I forgot for a moment who we are.

‘’Eh, eh, I’m sorry your high-, I mean Jungkook’’ I said quickly scrambling off to sit back on my chair. Jungkook pouted at me when I moved from place, but who knows who could come in any moment. We were still in the castle and Jungkook is still a prince.

‘’Ah I didn’t mean it like that jagi, please come back’’ he said pouting and holding his arms out to me.

‘’No I know, but I don’t want anyone catching us’’ I said.

‘’Then, lets meet elsewhere’’ he said.

‘’Like where’’ I said looking at him.

 ‘’My bedroom’’ he said which made my eyes grow big. ‘’or the garden, or both’’

‘’Your bedroom? but Jungkook, we, I,’’ I was at loss of words. His bedroom was his room, his private place, his safe place. And going there would be breaking the law, even if I’m already doing that, this would make matters worse.

‘’We’d have more privacy there Y/n, and the guards won’t say anything, I’ll even tell them to let you in whenever you come without questioning, I would rather be with you all the time but I know how scared you are of the king and breaking the law, but I’ll find a way for us to be together, but please, for now?’’ he asked. He was holding my hands to his lips and staring at me with his big puppy eyes, which he knows I can’t resist.

‘’Fine’’ I said letting out my breath and his smile grew again. ‘’but when? And what did you say about the garden?’’ I asked.

‘’every evening if possible? And the same time as the library? Or I can send for you, and If I pass you in the halls myself, I could give you a sign like rubbing my ear if I wanted to meet?’’ he said. He had it all planned. I can’t believe we were going to do this.

‘’Fine, but what about the gardens? You said gardens?’’ I said.

‘’No one ever comes in the gardens, only the garden maid, but she’s very nice and is like a grandma, she won’t tell, so we can also meet there if we want to’’ he said.

‘’Fine, but’’ I said.

‘’But what jagi?’’ he asked.

‘’what am I to you now than?’’ I asked.

‘’You’re my girlfriend of course’’ he said grinning and kissed me again.

T.B.C

Let’s Play Nurse

Sister Winchester - Let’s Play Nurse

Pairings: Young Sam Winchester x young Sister Reader, teenage Dean Winchester x young Sister Reader // teenage Sam Winchester x teenage Sister reader, Dean Winchester x teenage sister reader, 

Y/N = Your Name

Warnings: Blood, cuts, gashes and Dean in pain 

Disclaimer: PLEASE DO NOT USE BULL DOG CLIPS TO HELP CUT ARTERIES. I had heard of a off duty nurse doing this once on TV just letting you know. I have no medical experience what-so-ever. 

Word Count: 1712

Summary: When you were little you loved playing nurse with your brothers, now at 15 you have to put your skills to use to save Dean after a hunt goes wrong. Everybody is counting on you to pull Dean through. 

A/N: Hey firstly i have medical experience at all so sorry if some of this stuff doesn’t add up to those of you who know more in the area of health. Like I don’t even know if it’s plausible to cut an artery in your abdomen. Anywho Secondly,whilst re-reading through this one I realised I have put my Australian lingo in a little so I don’t know where you guys come from but it should still work. Also hopefully you will enjoy this new little story. Thirdly the gifs are not mine obviously and the last one of Dean is a lot older then I envisioned but just use your imagination hahaha. Please enjoy and sorry for my rookie skills once again. Love you lots. 


“c’mon Sammy please”

“it’s only a little cut Y/N, calm down it’ll be fine”

“Please Sammy I need to disinjecte it”

“It’s dis-in-fect, not disinject sweetheart” Sam chuckled as he wiped his cut finger on his shirt. He was just cutting up an apple for you when he lost concentration and the knife slipped. He swore loudly making you run into the motel kitchen hugging your favourite teddy. You took one look at the blood running down Sam’s hand and ducked back out of the kitchen. You returned to Sam with your nurse costume, a plastic stethoscope around your neck and was pushing the first aid kit along the worn motel carpet.

At this moment Dean looked through the window to see the situation playing out. Dean was returning from the corner store with a newspaper under his arm and a grocery bag in his hand. Dean was 12 so he could go out of the house by himself. That left 8-year-old Sam to look after you, the 6-year-old baby of the family. Dad was a salesman, Dean said and should be home tomorrow or the next day after that.

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Dean saw you in the nurse costume and Sam’s bleeding hand and put two and two together and smiled. He stepped right into character as he walked through the front door of the motel. He walked over to Sam inspecting the cut. “Hmm this is not good, not good at all, Sammy. You could end up losing your hand with this cut, maybe even your arm if we don’t act quickly” he stated shaking his head with a frown crossing his face. Dean turned to you with importance, “Nurse, thank goodness you’re here, this boy needs immediate attention”. Sam rolled his eyes and gave one hell of a bitch face to Dean. Dean just sniggered at Sam but you were beaming. Grabbing Sam by his good hand and pulling him to sit at a kitchen chair.

20 minutes later, Sam’s hand was cleaned, disinfected, had two Band-Aids applied in a cross formation. It was wrapped up in a bandage, and then you had also made a sling for Sam’s hand to rest in, across his chest.  “Thanks squirt I feel a lot better now” Sam went along with your game even though all the bandaging made his hand more uncomfortable then before. He went through all this just to see your proud smile at the end, “My pleasure, patient Sam.” You beamed, “Now it is very important that you drink plenty of water and get some rest, Nurses’ orders” you winked.


You had been pacing in front of the motel window for the last half an hour before returning to sitting on one of the arm chairs and staring at the uninteresting news. Surely they shouldn’t have been this long, you thought. Dad, Dean and Sam had been going on hunts together for a few years now. Sam was 17, Dean was 21 and you were 15. You hated being left home by yourself waiting. You did research mainly and prepared a meal for them to come home too, but you felt useless just waiting. 

You had matured quickly in this lifestyle and had taken the role of the comforter of the family seeing your mother couldn’t serve this role anymore. Your family depended on you even though you were the youngest, your wisdom and strength out shone there’s on occasion. They couldn’t believe you were 15, when it seemed only yesterday you were applying an excessive number of bandages to minor cuts and grazes between the boys. You continued this line of interest and became a talented healer and nurse. You were always stitching the boys up, popping a shoulder back into place and cleaning a wound.

Then the flash of headlights pulled into the car park belonging to the Impala pulled you back to reality. You jerked up from the uncomfortable armchair, when the door flew open with Sam helping a limping Dean into the room, your father closely behind. All of them had blood on their clothes from fresh cuts.

“Bring him here” you commanded Sam as you pushed everything off the table top to make a makeshift bench. You supported Dean’s lolling head as he was placed on the table, “Dad can you grab a pillow for Dean’s head…Dad!” John snapped back to reality and did as you told, he was never very good in these situations, “Could you also boil some water please…thanks Dad” you added. You were never hard on anyone in these situations because everyone will always handle high-stress situations differently. So, you tried to be soft and sweet as you knew they will copy your lead as this was the only time when you were in control of the family.

“We thought we had it cornered and we were almost done with the job” Sam informed in a shaking voice as you were removing Dean’s jacket to discover the blood soddened shirt underneath, “But then it ran up the trees and before we could see where it went, it launched at Dean and…”. You pulled Dean’s sticking shirt from his flesh to see three jaggeder claw marks. They belonged to the werewolf they were hunting. 

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“I pulled it off Dean and Dad killed it soon afterwards” Sam finished. He had his own set of claw marks across his left cheek. But for now you were more concerned with Dean. The gashes begun at the top of Dean’s left shoulder and slid down to the bottom of his rib cage. Dean’s breathing was erratic and uncontrolled mixed with gasps and grunts of pain. You were worried as you suspected him to be going into shock. You picked up Dean’s hand in the hope to ground and support him. Dean held onto you hand tightly “Hey Dean-o, shush, you’re alright now” You soothed as Dean’s weepy eyes darted to find yours. He looked scarred and that was unusual for him. Your throat started to choke up as you couldn’t help but be affected by seeing your brother in pain and fear, “Hey, you’re okay mate, I’ll get you something for the pain but I need you to try and control your breathing, Sam will help you alright”, Dean nodded and you smiled back at him whilst you past Dean’s tight grasped hand over to Sam. You exchanged a look with Sam to check he was alright himself but Sam just nodded and held Dean’s hand. You crossed to Dean’s other side as Sam started to instruct Dean to breathe with him. “Sammy I’m going to need you to push down firmly where my hand is, whilst I get something to help Dean’s Pain” you instructed Sam. You lifted your hand and blood started to spew out immediately before Sam’s large hand pressed down on the cloth soaking the wound. Dean winced in pain as silent tears trickled from the corners of his eyes as you were trying to find a suitable pain reliever. You would do anything to have access to actual hospital medicine but you settled for the powdered Kratom for now. You mixed two ounces of the brown powder with honey and half boiling water and half tap water (you didn’t want to burn Dean’s tongue) before tilting Dean’s head up to painstakingly tip the drink down his throat before resting his head back down. He let out a sigh a little while afterwards and stopped to shake, it had worked. You then began to inspect the gashes themselves. You peeled back the bandage that Sam was pressing down and your worst fear was brought to life, a cut artery. You felt the world spinning as the blood continued to gush out. “Y/N? What is it?” Sam fretted. He was worried seeing you losing your grounding. The memory of Dean’s young voice floated into your mind, “Nurse, thank goodness you’re here, this boy needs immediate attention”. You collected your breaths and thoughts, you would not crumble, you would not give in. “Bull dog clips Sammy” you deadpanned. Sam’s eyebrows became lost in his hair as they rose so high and his eyes bulged. He knew what that meant and quickly let go of Dean’s hands to retrieve the clips before throwing one to you. You didn’t look into your brothers faces as you fastened the clip to the severed artery. Even under the natural sedative Dean screamed in pain from the pinching bull dog clip. 

He was pale and sweating as he thrashed in pain. Sam was trying to calm him whilst holding down his good shoulder. “Dad!” you called and John ran into the room, “Please hold Dean down” you instructed in your disconnected monotone voice. Please clot you thought, Please God just clot. It was an excruciating waiting for it to clot but when you checked the artery again and it had just clotted but was extremely fragile. You kept the bulldog clip in place and administered more of the pain reliever. Then you began to work on the rest of the gashes. You pulled out pieces of the werewolves’ nails, leaves and small rocks. You cleaned the wound and started to sew them up in neat stitches. You fetched a cold tea towel and dabbed Dean’s forehead and behind his neck. Whilst you waited, you cleaned yourself and then attended to Sam’s gashes on his face finishing with securing them with paper stitches. Sam was falling asleep whilst you attached the last one in place. Finally, the artery had clotted, blood could move freely through it and you were free to disinfect the surrounding tissues and sew up the deep gash. With gentle hands, you wrapped dean up from the top of his shoulder to the bottom of his rib cage in fresh, soft bandages. You stood back and stretched. After about three hours working on Dean you had finally finished. You pulled his boots off and fetched a rug and draped it across his body. You washed his shirt in the sink and heard the peaceful snores of your sleeping brother and sighed in relief. With heavy eyes, you pulled a chair next to the table Dean was sleeping on and rested your arms and head on the table. Dean woke from his light slumber to put an arm around your shoulders before both of you falling asleep.  

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Epic Ice. Ice makes everything better. You like cream? How about ice cream! You like caves? How about icecaves! Yeah! You like people, iceman!

Speaking of iceman, I would be the worst iceman ever. Because you know how iceman makes an entrace by materializing ice and simultaneously skating on it. Yeah nope, can’t do that. I once went into an ice rink and tried to iceskate, I literally fell 100 times on my butt and on my knees just so that I could “sort of” skate. I was concentrating intensely as an 8 year old kid passed by me doing a quintuple axel flip D: I then literally did that Dragon ball move where you become so determined to succeed. I probably turned super sayain in that breif moment. There was fire in my eyes. I literally had some epic song playing in my head. As I stood slowly back up cinematically I look forward and told my self I could do it. I took my first step and splat, I fell right back down, so I just went screw it and just ate some pizza. I can’t be iceman, but if you need a pizzaman, I’m totally the dude for it.

Coming Soon...

Since the January 1st. I have received a bunch of requests for Sherlock and Supernatural fanfics. I can’t do them all at once, although I wish I could, but I figured I would let you know which ones are coming to create an aura of anticipation.

*I can’t promise specific dates, but I can promise to write them all. ;)*

Sherlock x reader:

1. Sherlock and reader are dating. One day, reader goes tot he flat and finds Irene Adler there, flirting with Sherlock. Who will Sherlock choose?

2. Rough sex with Sherlock, is there really much else to say about this one?

3. In which reader is Sherlock’s first girlfriend and he only listens to her when he’s bored.

4. Sherlock goes back home from a case covered in blood and bruises. He can’t really understand why reader is so concerned about him.

5. Reader is Sherlock’s daughter, who gets hurt and almost killed by the same killer Sherlock is trying to capture on his case. He can’t help but to feel worried, guilty and super protective.

John x reader:

6. Reader likes John, and she gets super jealous when he gets a date. She can’t help but to spill the soup to Sherlock,w ithout knowing John hadn’t left and heard everything.

Dean x reader:

7. The reader is a bit wild - drinking, smoking, all that kazz - and Dean is starting to get over his head with her. Will he break up or stay with her?

8. In which reader and Dean have been together since John went missing. They already have two twin boys and live moments of normalcy between the hunts. Which shenanigans will happen after Dean decides to finally ask her to marry him?

9. In which reader is Dean’s five year old daughter, who forces Dean to play dress up with her.

10. Dean and reader are dating, however, the girl they just saved during the hunt doesn’t really care and flirts shamelessly with Dean, right in front of reader.

11. Dean and reader have been married for years. She gets pregnant and Dean doesn’t feel ready to be a father, so they split up. Years go by and just when he’s about to marry another woman, he realizes how much he misses reader.

Sam x reader:

12. Reader is sick, and she doesn’t want Sam to find out because he gets all worried. Of course, Sam finds out eventually.

Dean x reader x Sam:

13. Reader is Sam’s perfect girl. When he meets her, he can’t help but to tell Dean how much he likes it; sadly, Dean is already dating her.

SURPRISE! i also have a Joker one.

14. The continuation of Assault on Christmast Eve. (Only and only because it’s gotten a lot of requests).

Also, and I need you to tell me, Curious Man and Curious Man 2 (Sherlock x reader) have gotten plenty of notes, incluiding a person asking if I will write a thrid part. I want to know if you would like a third part, or maybe even a complete, short-series of it.(?

Thank you so much for your attention. Remember, no matter how busy I am, requests are ALWAYS open.

Come check my masterlist while I write these requests! ;)

Quick note: These are only requests, I do have more fics coming, but those are a surprise. ;)

Becca out.

Also, sorry this is so long, I’m a wordy asshole.

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3) Zodiac sign: Libra

4) Height: 5′0 (i’m really short but i pull it off ;P)

5) Ethnicity: Ukranian. (i also was born in ukraine but i don’t live there since i was like 2 years old)

6) Orientation: Heterosexual

7) Favorite Fruit: Probably melon… it’s not something i give much thought about.

8) Favorite Season: It used to be anything BUT summer, but actually right now def summer! :)

9) Favorite Book: The time travelers wife

10) Favorite Song: i’m gonna give an ‘at the moment’ answer because i literally can’t think on an all time favorite -
Hard times - Paramore 

11) Favorite Scent: the smell of the ocean on a chilly night, books (like a library), and a hot, freashly brewed Chai-Latte with cinnamon spirnkled on top.

12) Favorite Color: Blue (i actually did an art project monochromatically with that color - got a good grade on that one), and recently pink.

13) Favorite Animals: raccoons. my spirit animal.

14) Favorite Beverage: coffee

15) Favorite Movie: mulan

16) Favorite Characters: Jin Erso, Logan, sean maguire’s robin hood, sirius black… i could go on.

as for choices - raydan. jake, estela, blake and zig.

17) Blanket Number: 2 but i only cover myself with one of them. the other one’s just there.

18) Cat or dog: Dogs!!! (but i’m also bribed ‘cause i’m allergic to cats)

19) Follower number: on this side blog 7, on my main one somewhere around 450.

20) Blog created at: few days ago

that’s it! as for the tagging i think everyone already did that but i’m gonna go with @jakemckcnzie @mermaidwarriorqueen and @eclecticpizzakryptonite

“Happy Sissy Day” // S.W. //

Originally posted by paintingtherosecrimson

Happy Sissy Day

Pairing(s): Sam x Older!Sister!Reader, Dean x Older!Sister!Reader, OMC x Reader(Will be explained further into the story)

Member: Kat

Fandom: SPN

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 1607 (I regret nothing)

A/N: This fic was inspired by @winchesters-favorite-girl. My first SPN fic!(Yay!) Also, I kid you not, this took almost a month to write because I was writing other fics and writer’s block. Check out my Teen Wolf fics at @silvxrteenwxlfimxgines.

Y/N’s Age: 16 Dean’s Age: 11 Sam’s Age: 7

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Some clarifications because last night was a whirlwind and I’ve had more time to process the episode as a whole.  I reference this post specifically because there’s things that I want to clear up from yesterday that I was very in the moment about.  I think what gets us at times when trying to read deeper into anything from an anime is the fact that it’s a translation.  You never get the same feelings as you do when it’s in Japanese.  This is if you don’t know Japanese but if you do then I wish I got those same nuances in grammar that you do.

This scene is so important to episode 9.  Yuuri’s down in the dumps right now even if he was able to just squeeze into the Grand Prix Final.  But Yuuri is where he is because of his ability and he gave two amazing performances at the Cup of China that gave him the second place finish he would need to beat out Mickey.  Yuuri wants Viktor to step down as his coach after all of this.  To this moment he’s still doesn’t really think that he deserves Viktor.  But Yuri comes in out of nowhere and kicks him.  He breaks his train of thought.  This is the shock that Yuuri needed to find the confidence to ask Viktor “to stay as his coach until he retires”.  I don’t think that he intended to do that at all, but he came at just the right time and with his grandpa’s new katsudon pirozhki.

If we can all just please forget the fact that I actually thought Viktor flew back to Russia with a dog that almost died 24 hours ago after swallowing steamed buns then I’d love it.  Okay, but you know he would fly back to Russia if necessary.

I want to comment on Viktor’s face again.  Yes, this is a man who is very physically and emotionally tired.  The moment that he found out that Makkachin would be okay he started to worry about Yuuri.  You know he did.  This is character growth at its’ finest.  This is a man who hadn’t thought about anyone but himself, his skating career, and his dog.  There’s nothing wrong with that.  We see those bits of Yuuri bleed over into Viktor as their relationship deepens.  Viktor is worrying about someone who isn’t himself.  You could see the frustration in his expressions from episode 8 when he finds out that Makkachin’s at the vet.  He doesn’t want to leave Yuuri but in the end he does because Yuuri tells him that he’ll do the free skate by himself.  He’s probably been worried about how Yuuri coped without him on the sidelines because this is the first time in a major competition since he’s become his coach that he hasn’t been there.  He knows how it all went.  I’m sure he saw the stream.  He’s proud of Yuuri, but he understands Yuuri and the comfort that he craves.   He needs to see how Yuuri is doing for himself at the train station.  He’s deep in thought of the future until Makkachin barks to tell him that Yuuri’s here.

I was torn on this last night but I’m certain now that these two are on the same page.  We don’t know what the future holds for these two.  Yuuri might have just been outside next to a highway in Russia thinking about retiring after this season, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop skating here.  He could keep going.  The show has actually given us indicators that Viktor’s the only one retiring at the end of all this between Yakov, Yuri, and JJ (mostly just saying that Viktor was running from him, but that’s close enough to retiring).  So, this request comes from a Yuuri that finally understands Viktor and is professing his love.  There’s no hesitations anymore.  The build-up to this moment was done phenomenally.  It’s a roundabout way of doing things but he does practically propose right here.  

The tears that come out of him after this are of happiness.  “I wish you’d never retire” is exactly what Yuuri wants to hear.  Yuuri’s spent 8 episodes unsure if Viktor would stay with him when all of this is said and done.  But he gets that confirmation.  Yuuri needs to hear it from Viktor’s own mouth.  Viktor is also practically confirming the end of his skating career here because he doesn’t want Yuuri to retire.  He’s 27 years old and already stands at the top of the world.  He’s been thinking about what he wants to do in the future as Yuuri’s coach.  He’ll end his career on a really strong note.  Now, he wants to be Yuuri’s coach and his future.  They’ll go to grand prix final after grand prix final together for as long as Yuuri is willing to skate competitively.  And then after all of that, they’ll be together.  I’m really hoping that we get a sweet ending to all of this.

Basements man

“This happened a long 12 years ago in 2004 when I was just 8 years old. It was sometime during the spring between February and April in Arlington Virginia. I was home from school this particular day. A case of “mom, I don’t feel well,” but actually stayed home to play games and watch TV. My mother had headed out to the store to run some errands leaving me home alone since my siblings went to school. Our house had a rather large basement where I spent most of my alone time on the computer with a rec room, 2 guest rooms, laundry room and a bathroom. Being that the basement had no heating and no real insulation or wood floors (it was all tile); it got quite cool during the late afternoons. Right at the bottom of the stairs to the right is the computer against the wall, facing away from the rest of the basement. In my usual 8 year old attire which was just wearing plain undies, I went on the computer and started to surf the web for games to play as I normally do.

However, this time was different. Before I had even gotten on the computer I started to feel uneasy, but brushed it off as just being afraid of being home alone. Should’ve listened to my gut instinct and what I felt. Not even 5 minutes later, I started to shiver out of no where like I was in a cold winter rain. 8 year old me didn’t know too much so of course this freaked me the f*ck out. I was frozen in fear in front of that computer. Shivering and too afraid to move. Right at that moment, I felt 3 long fingers that felt like dried leather run down my right shoulder blade to the middle of my back. Instantly I stopped shivering. It stopped, just like that. This gave me a brief moment of grace, no longer shivering or frozen in fear. You guys heard of Olympic runners right? I assure you I could’ve qualified for the next Olympic games at the speed I ran up those stairs and slamming the door shut.

When my mom came home she found me cowering in my bedroom upstairs in my bed under the covers. After some coaxing and bribery of snacks I reluctantly told her what had happened. She told me it was just my imagination being all hyped up from my fear of being home alone and doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing. At that age I believed her but never went down into that basement alone again for the next 2 years that we lived there.

When I became older at around age 15 this memory started to surface again. At this age I had already become intrigued by paranormal events and hauntings and decided to do some research on the house. Turns out one of the previous owners of the house during the 80’s had passed away in the basement after she fell  down the stairs while repairing one of the railings and broke her neck. She was wearing a pair of leather gloves when her body was found. It was ruled an accidental death.

To this day thinking back on it always puzzles me. Was there another presence at play that day that made me shiver and freeze in fear and she helped free me from its grasp? Was it only her? Was she trying to warn me? That I’ll never know but I’d like to think she was there to help me since her touch freed me so to speak.”

By: @zombiesdemise

“You’re the Best Nurse Ever!” (Nurse!Damien x Mika)

Damien loved being a nurse. He loved the smiles on the kids’ faces whenever he showed up at the hospital. His bag was always filled with carefully crafted and labeled gift bags, each one made for a unique and special child. Blue was Mary’s favorite color, and Damien made absolutely sure to only have blue M&M’s, a small blue airplane toy and a carefully folded blue ribbon in her bag. Black was Jesse’s favorite, and he had black licorice with a race car and a spinning top in his bag. Some children had a favorite shade or combination, like Lizzy who only liked light shades of yellow and purple together at once, or Sam (a young boy with bone cancer in the west wing of the hospital, who Damien made extra special care to visit every day) who loved black and orange things and tough looking action figures.

With careful hands and loving eyes, Damien made sure that each child had something to look forward to every week. Monday was Treat Day, Tuesday was Story Day, Wednesday was Adventure Day (in which he traveled around the hospital with them on a treasure hunt he put together himself) and Thursday was Magic Day (he had learned some slight of hand tricks from Matthew, and the kids LOVED it). He didn’t work weekends, but he always made sure to stop by to make sure the children’s spirits were high and the smiles remained.

He loved his job, and the children loved him.


Mika was extra careful this year. All her secret notes were in a hidden drawer in her grandfather’s study, and she only ever checked them when her husband was at work. Leafing through the pages, she double checked all the names and the plan before nodding and putting the small planner away. She looked through her bag and double checked the contents before nodding once more. 

“Alright, now to make sure everything is going according to plan over there…” Mika pulled her phone out and dialed a number she had memorized the month before, to avoid arousing suspicion from her husband. After a few rings, a young girl’s voice, maybe about 14, answered.

“Hey, Ms. Mika! Are you on your way?”

Mika smiled. Of all the children at the hospital, Anna was the oldest. A trustworthy girl, Mika would have been sad that she lost her legs in a car accident, but the girl’s energy was so infectious that she couldn’t even dream of being sad around her.

“Yup! I’m about to leave the house now. Are you guys ready?” She could hear the jingle of Anna’s earrings, a gift from Damien, as the girl nodded on the other end of the call.

“We are all set! Nurse Damien is on the other end of the hall doing a story time with the younger children, and he never skimps on that no matter what day it is. You have about another hour before he starts his rounds to everyone.”

“Awesome, thank you! Make sure everyone knows not to announce me being there, otherwise the surprise will be ruined.”

“Will do! See ya soon!”

A happy smile covered Mika’s face as she left the mansion and got into her car. Driving to the hospital was simple, as it wasn’t too far away. Her thoughts wandered to when Damien first mentioned how he wanted to be a nurse. Despite his current career path, he decided that working with children was something he wanted to do, especially children who needed something to cheer them up. As a nurse, he would be able to work directly with kids who needed a ray of sunshine, and he was determined from the beginning to be that exact ray. 

“Damien…you sweet cinnamon roll…I love you…” Mika murmured to herself as she pulled into the parking lot of the children’s hospital 15 minutes after she left her house. Some of the staff were waiting outside for her, and they quickly ushered her in and led her to one of the staircases. Damien’s floor wasn’t that high up, and there was less of a chance of him seeing her if she took the side staircase. She was careful to stay behind the wall of nurses and one doctor as they all crept past the play room (Damien was in the middle of acting out The Three Little Pigs, so he didn’t notice them) to Anna’s room further down the hall. Once there, Mika pulled the bag off her shoulder and handed everyone their items.

“Dr. Sampson, here are the noisemakers. Maddie, you hand out the hats. Josh and Max, make sure they have these wrist bands…”

One by one, each person involved was handed their mission and they slipped out of Anna’s room to the other rooms, gently shushing giggling children as they gave them wristbands, noise makers and hats. Small signs were placed on the doors and a tray of cupcakes was pulled out of it’s secret hiding spot in the staff lounge. Mika went to the middle of the floor and set up Damien’s birthday cake and his present on the front counter. Candles were lit, and Anna (her wheelchair was right next to Mika, though it was a tight squeeze considering that all the kids insisted on waiting in the hallway) cleared her throat just as she saw the silent okay from the wife of everyone’s favorite nurse.

“Nurse Damien! Could you come here, for a moment? I could really use your help!”

She gently hushed an excited squeal from 8 year old Mary, who proudly wore the red heart necklace Damien got her on her birthday that year. She didn’t have much in terms of family, and the family she had was usually really busy, so her birthdays were uneventful. When Damien heard this, he made sure to never miss her birthday, and he always got her something red, her favorite color.

Damien, who had just finished telling the children in the play room the moral of The Three Little Pigs, looked up in curious surprise. Anna never had to call him for anything, so what could it have been? Mild panic whelmed up in his chest before he remembered that there were other nurses and doctors available. So, what could it have been?

“I’ll be right there, Anna! Just give me a moment.” He excused himself from the children in the playroom, not paying any mind to the odd hurried shuffle of the doctor who took his place. He didn’t notice the odd silence in the hall as he walked down to where Anna’s room was. However, he did notice the large group of people standing around the front desk in the middle of the hall. He did notice Mika staring at him with the biggest smile on his face. And, he noticed the cry of “Surprise!! Happy birthday, Damien! The best nurse in the world!!!” ring in his ears from not only in front of him, but behind him. When he turned, he saw the kids and the doctor from earlier donned in the same hats and wristbands as the kids and staff in front of him. Behind his wife was a cake, and an oddly shaped and wrapped gift next to it.

He didn’t notice the tears that came to his eyes. He didn’t notice the grin that bloomed on his face. But, Damien did notice the crowd of children that awww’d and hugged him from all sides, the pats of his co-workers, and the warm embrace and kiss of his wife. Her murmur of “Happy birthday, my love” earned a tight hug in response from him as his heart soared in disbelief and happiness.

His very own birthday party, thrown by the kids he encouraged and the woman who encouraged him. It was so much more than he could ask for!

In fact, he didn’t think it could get any better when he blew out the candles on the cake, or when Mika handed him presents from his brothers and the staff. But, when he questioned the one on the counter, all wrapped up and oddly shaped, the looks he got from her and the kids made him realize that it could indeed get better.

His hands shook as he tore open the wrapping paper. His eyes widened when he saw the cover, and as he flipped through the pages a new wave of joyful tears sprang to his eyes. Wiping his face and clearing his throat, he read the title out loud to everyone, sure that they knew it already:

“’Happy Birthday, Nurse Damien! We Love You!’ By ‘The Kids of Lurie Children’s Hospital’.”

Every page was made by a child. Hand drawn and hand written, words of happiness, gratefulness and love were directed to him from each and every child in the hospital. Each page was unique, displaying the unique personalities of every child that Damien was careful to visit and cheer up every single day.

They made him a book. A book! And there wasn’t a single child who didn’t create a page for him! How could he be so blessed?

He thanked everyone from the bottom of his heart, and as everyone cheered at his acceptance of the gift, he hugged and kissed the one woman who truly gave him everything he could have ever wanted, and more.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He said into the crook of her neck as he held her, inhaling her scent and basking in her presence. Mika returned the tight embrace, overjoyed that the surprise party was welcomed and loved by him. She had wanted to let him know that he was appreciated dearly by those around him, and she was so happy that she succeeded. Of course, she couldn’t have done it without help from the kids.

“Damien, the truth is…” She pulled back and looked him deep in his beautiful blue-purple eyes, shiny with tears, “What did we ever do to deserve you?”

Damien wouldn’t tell you of a happier moment in his entire life. To this day, he reads the book every chance he can get, and he can’t help but cry every time. To be accepted and loved by so many people, and for them to make him his very own book…

He didn’t deserve them, but he couldn’t imagine life without them.

An analysis on Kanae/Karren’s gender

Ever since Chapter 52 I wanted to make a post about this subject, but I wanted to wait and see if any more info would come out and with the production of Chapter 57, I think we have about all we can get on the matter.
Please bear with me because this is going to be kind of a long post.

Also take everything in this post as you will, the opinions expressed here are simply a production of my own interpretations of Ishida’s writing and I am no way trying to force everyone to share my views. If you agree with me, that’s great. If not, that’s okay too. I can understand and respect everyone’s different points of view, but for now this is my own assessment.

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no but think about how interesting it would be if the comics explored dick, jason and cass’s issues assimilating into bruce’s lifestyle. like obviously we were shown how they reacted to their parents deaths/cass’s learning disabilities but the jump from their previous lives is such a drastic change 

i mean dick went from watching his parents brutal murder to being thrown into gotham juvie bc social services was ‘full’. it’s canon that he was repeatedly beaten and abused by inmates and staff (at the age of 8!! or 12 depending on the canon). he’s adopted by bruce but bruce pays so little attention to him that dick runs away to try and find zucco. it’s only after bruce reveals himself as bats does their relationship improve but. we have 8 year old dickie dealing with grief and trauma (so much ptsd the poor kid) who was then abused by the system that was supposed to protect him, then adopted by a billionaire who was never around (we know he was solving the crime but dickie didn’t!!) and was left to navigate the strange world of high society like i have absolutely no doubt that the kids at his school and most definitely the press made racist remarks about dick and his adoption there is no doubt in my mind

jason wow. he watched his mother slowly die from drugs while he was caring for her, scraping for food wherever he could and after her death being so desperate for money he took to stealing tires from cars despite the fact this could have gotten him killed by thugs in crime alley like this little kid was stealing from crooks in crime alley how dangerous do you think that was fuck. so bruce finds him and sticks him in a school for troubled youths which turns out to be yep, you guessed it. a school run by criminals and thieves. bruce adopts him and once again decides that fighting crime is an appropriate outlet for a small child instead of jesus, therapy bruce!!! so along with this trauma we then have one of jason’s first outings as robin being with two-face who we find out killed his father. nice. bc of bruce not telling him anything about two-face jason begins to believe he can’t talk to bruce about his problems - now he’s keeping everything inside and his emotions are tumbling out in the wrong way. bruce raised dick who didn’t deal with his trauma in the way jason did. jason’s already hearing how he isn’t as good at acrobatics as dick is, comparing himself and now he’s got bruce on his back about being ‘violent’. then lets throw in having to deal with crimes like rape and suicide and after garzonas dies bruce immediately blames jason and accuses him of actually murdering the guy. ten points from slytherin bruce christ. problems are dealt with in typical bruce manor - ignore it or punch it and we then get the events of death in the family haha gr8. jason comes from the street and is thrown into high society much like dick was but whereas dick has the charm to blend in jason just couldn’t. too brash, too jason to sit there daintily and let everyone shit talk his mother and crime alley, let me tell you the first person who trash talked his mother and her addiction at one of bruce’s high society balls got a plate of foie gras in their eye socket you just know he did. 

cass cass cass. deprived of speech and abused from the moment of her birth, being forced to murder by her father and realizing in the last moment that this was so so wrong this shouldn’t happen and god. this small child realising every little moment in her life was abuse and her father was not a good man. unlearning everything she thought was right, dealing with the emotional scarring of this and having to make the decision at such a young age to run from her family. living on the streets in fear that cain would find her. nine years on the run. 17 when she came to gotham so eight years old surviving on her own after years of abuse. 8 years old. finding bruce and barbara and being so traumatised that bruce notices her having a death wish and forces her to choose between suicide or self-preservation. like still to this day there had to be a better way to do that bruce. cass trying to learn to read and write and being called stupid by barbara in a moment of rashness. even tho babs didn’t mean it can you imagine? being called stupid by someone who’s had so much (it’s canon babs was a congress woman at a young age, was so well educated) and been so privileged to have that education. wow it still hurts to think about that scene. losing her ability to read body language after a psychic altered her mind. losing everything and being so frustrated bc you’ve trained so hard, gone through so much and to just lose it? lose a part of yourself and bruce can say he understands but he doesn’t. being forced by slade to commit sins your father would have forced on you and being abused again, your body being taken without your consent and coming back to find so much mistrust and anger from people you thought loved and understood you (yeah fuck you during that arc dick) and then finally being adopted into the family by bruce, being told you’d always have a family while he’s around and then bruce

dies? like bye father figure and family, hang up your mantle give it to steph and be forced back on the streets, running again like you did when you were eight years old. then there’s what comes with being adopted by a billionaire - press press press but bc cass is a girl here comes the sexism, and more racism and the ableism once they find out about her learning disabilities 

but i guess we could write about the joker again i mean that’s cool

Loveable Nerds and Superheroes II - Chapter 2

Pairing: WestAllen

Rating: T

Summary: Wally has awoken from his coma! First chapter can be found here.


Iris immediately hurried over to her nephew’s bedside, the boy carefully sitting up, rubbing his eyes blearily with his IV-free arm.

“What’s going on?” The 8-year-old asked, confused, almost crushed to pieces by his aunt’s bear hug.

Meanwhile, Caitlin had gone over to the computer console, quickly informing Cisco and Dr. Wells (who still were in the building, apparently) of the patient’s awakening, before going into full doctor-mode, checking the boy’s vitals and pupils reactivity.

“Oh Wally, we were all so worried about you!” Iris exclaimed agitatedly; but before her nephew could even figure out why so, Caitlin directed a more pressing question at the 8-year-old: “What is the last thing you remember?”

Wally furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, carefully recounting his most recent memories: “Aunt Iris had just dropped me off at Barry’s crime lab; he had promised to answer my questions before we’re going to S.T.A.R. Labs. I had already put my questions in order but Barry said that he had to clear up his work bench first. I wanted to help him so it would be done quicker, so he let me put back the cleaned up beakers on the shelf… And then…” he paused, nervously fiddling with a seam of McSnurtle’s flipper.

“Then what?” Iris asked carefully, exchanging worried looks with Caitlin.

Wally lifted his eyes, a confused look etched on his face: “I can’t remember.”

The expression on Iris’s face softened. She had no idea how to break the news to her nephew but to tell him plainly (if gently) how it was: “You’ve been struck by lightning.”

The boys eyes nearly popped out of his head, his jaw literally dropping, “What?!?” He slowly regained his composure; if he wasn’t so certain that his aunt wouldn’t joke about something like that, Wally would have thought she was pulling his leg. “Like Barry?” he clarified, still wrapping his mind around this info.

Iris exchanged a meaningful look with Caitlin: “Yeah, like Barry.”

“Whoa” the boy whispered, perplexed, bringing up his hands to examine them, as if he was expecting them to look completely different. They must have appeared perfectly normal to him, because his gaze trailed down to his feet (he kicked the blanket that had covered him aside), assessing the rest of his body. The boy wiggled his toes tentatively - “And I’m completely fine?” he asked disbelievingly and Iris couldn’t help but notice the slight pout on her nephew’s lips (probably because he was disappointed to not even have a scar as proof).

“We sure hope so,” she smiled at him encouragingly, relieved to see him act so normal and Wally-like.  But Iris remembered that there was one more thing the 8-year-old needed to know: “But Wally, listen – after you got hit by lightning, you were asleep for some time.”

The boy looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face: “For how long?”

“It’s Thursday,” Iris said, then added tentatively: “ – three weeks later.”

“Three weeks!?!” the boy exclaimed, shocked. He caught himself pretty fast when he realized, deflated: “Oh man, school has already started!”

Iris had a hard time suppressing a grin (it was good to know that her nephew had his priorities straight), “I’m afraid so, kiddo. But I’m sure you’ll manage to catch up on whatever you missed.”

Apparently, it wasn’t the amount of schoolwork he had missed out on that was really bothering Wally: “Oh man… now I’ll probably will have to sit in the front row,” the boy pouted, shoulders sagging. Iris laughed out loud and ruffled her nephew’s hair affectionately, glad that he seemed to be completely back to normal.

“I think you’ll live. Now, I’m gonna tell Grandpa and your parents the good news,” Iris glanced over to Caitlin to see the doctor armed with a clipboard and pen, a focused look on her face, “ and Caitlin will make sure that you are really okay.” The doctor nodded determinedly, then loosened up a little, smiling at her ‘patient’.

Iris headed towards the other end of the room, not wanting to bother Caitlin during the examination. She quickly sent a text to her father, then dialed the number of Wally’s parents. Mary, who probably had already been waiting for Iris’s call, picked up immediately.

“Hey Mary, it’s Iris,” the journalist started the conversation with a big smile on her face, “I have got some great news for you…”

After a short report of Wally’s state (awake and perfectly fine, as far as Iris could tell), Mary assured that Rudy and her would set out for S.T.A.R. Labs immediately and then quickly hung up (to finish packing their bags they had started to get ready for Friday afternoon).

Iris had just finished her call with her sister-in-law when Barry whooshed in, concerned, pushing off his cowl in a way that had his hair utterly disheveled: “Okay guys, what’s going on? Cisco only sent me a text with ’S.T.A.R. Labs’ and a lot of exclamation marks, so – oh” Barry’s ramble was cut short when his eyes landed on Wally – awake. The boy looked at him with big, round eyes, mouth agape.

“You… you’re the Flash!” the boy exclaimed excitedly. Barry’s hand immediately shot up to the back of his neck, a habit he exhibited whenever he was nervous and/or embarrassed.

Caitlin glared at Barry in a very menacing fashion, muttering “he can run on water but he can’t keep his identity a secret” under her breath, just loud enough for Iris to hear.

The journalist could barely suppress a snort, while amusedly watching Barry’s deer-in-the-headlights-expression turn into his characteristic sheepish grin when Cisco and Dr. Wells entered the cortex, taking in the scene before them: unmasked, abashedly-looking Barry in his Flash suit and wide-awake, saucer-eyed Wally, who was still gaping at the costumed hero.

Wells didn’t look too pleased while Cisco just started shaking his head at Barry, “Seriously, man?”

This finally broke Wally out of his trance: “So that’s why the Flash – I mean, you – knew my name!”

Now it was Barry’s turn to be astounded: “What?”

Iris started to grin, knowing perfectly well what her nephew was referring to.

“At the park, I mean, when that gas-guy had attacked Grandpa,” Wally clarified. Realization began to dawn on Barry’s face while Cisco couldn’t help but throw in a “We call him 'The Mist’, actually”, earning himself disbelieving looks from the rest of the S.T.A.R. Labs Team (and Iris), “Nevermind, go on.” The engineer motioned awkwardly for the boy to continue, then started digging a bag of gummy bears out of his pocket.

Wally quickly regained his focus: “And that explains why you blurred your face although you were already wearing a mask! Because I knew your face underneath it,” the 8-year-old noticed cleverly. Barry was at a loss for words.

The boy went on: “And that’s why you didn’t take your CSI kit with you when the gas attack at the mall happened! -Your costume was in that duffle bag, right?”

“Wow, you’re really bad at this” Cisco remarked with a chuckle and a nod towards Barry, while offering his gummy bears to Wally.  With a shy “thanks”, the 8-year-old fished out a red gummy bear from the bag, nervously observing the adults in front of him:

Iris had a bright smile and a look of pride on her face, Caitlin, with her eyes opened wide and lips pursed, looked surprised and impressed at the same time. Dr. Wells had the same kind of eerie calm about him as ever, casually wiping his glasses with the hem of his shirt.  Barry rubbed the back of his neck nervously: “I guess you Wests just are too perceptive…”

The CSI’s statement had Caitlin roll her eyes in an exasperated manner, while Wally puffed out his chest with pride, causing Iris and Barry to exchange amused looks.

-“Well, if we don’t want anymore Wests in on your secret, Mr. Allen, I’d advise we make sure of that,” Dr. Wells pointed out curtly, effectively cutting short the pleasant moment.

“Oh right, right,” Barry responded, heading towards Wally, making sure that the 8-year-old was absolutely fine. He then began explaining the issue and importance of his secret identity. Iris shortly tore her eyes away from this scene to cast a wary glance at Dr. Wells who was currently consulting with Caitlin and Cisco; of course Iris understood why the head of S.T.A.R. Labs was so insistent about keeping Barry’s identity a secret (he wouldn’t be a good mentor if he wasn’t) but how he had said it and the way he had eyed her nephew… it simply gave the young journalist the creeps. Shrugging off those unpleasant thoughts, Iris redirected her attention back to her favorite nerds:

Apparently, Wally had caught on the whole secret I.D.-matter fairly quickly (the reasoning was pretty much like in the comic books he loved to read, so the boy was already familiar with the concept) and was now eager to pledge himself to secrecy, offering to seal his promise with a pinky swear. Watching Barry kneeling in front of her nephew, his little finger entwined with Wally’s (and the 8-year-old wearing a deadly serious expression on his face), Iris couldn’t help but smile at their interaction. As soon as he had been sworn into secrecy, Wally started bombarding Barry with questions, until the arrival of Grandpa Joe directed the boy’s attention away from his hero (finally giving Barry a chance to go and change into his civilian clothes).

Making use of the time they had left before Mary and Rudy were to be expected, Barry and his friends from S.T.A.R. Labs made sure that the facility was sufficiently prepped for the awaited visitors (specifically the den and med bay), so that nothing would accidentally expose their crime-fighting base as exactly that.

When Mary and Rudy finally did arrive, it was a very strange encounter: Mary, so overjoyed that tears of happiness were running down her cheeks, was effusively showering Wally with hugs and kisses, causing the boy to grimace. Rudy on the other hand was standing awkwardly and stiffly next to his wife, only the fond look in his eyes betraying his rigid pose. Iris could barely contain an eye-roll upon seeing her brother’s odd behavior; it was just too frustrating sometimes.

After Mary had calmed down a bit and Wally had managed to wiggle free from his mother’s clingy (and due to her tears slightly damp) embrace, Rudy informed his father and sister (as well as the S.T.A.R. Labs Team) that he and Mary had made arrangements so they could stay until the rest of the week.

Team Flash exchanged meaningful looks; they all wanted to find out if Barry’s hypothesis (that Wally had been affected the same way as him) would reveal itself to be true or not but as long as Wally’s parents were around they could not conduct the necessary tests to find that out – at least not without putting Barry’s secret identity at risk.


Since there was not much they could do with Mary and Rudy being at S.T.A.R. Labs pretty much all the time, Barry and Iris decided to catch a break and go for a cup (or in Iris’s case, multiple cups) of coffee at Jitters.


“I still can’t get over the fact that you used to work here and we never met until those six weeks ago; I’ve been coming by for my daily coffee fix for months.” Barry said disbelievingly, when he and Iris sat down in a secluded corner at Jitters, for the first time since Wally had been struck by lightning.

Iris just shrugged; with hundreds of people going to Jitters for their coffee day in and day out, it was hard to keep track of all the faces she had seen – impossible, even: “Maybe we did meet and just didn’t realize it?”

Barry was quick to swallow the sip of coffee he just had taken, shaking his head fervently: “No, I’m sure we’ve never seen each other here before; I would have noticed and remembered you, most definitely.”

“Aww, “ Iris smiled, flattered, “that’s a pretty good answer, Mr. Allen.” – Barry tried hard not to look too pleased with himself – “It’s a shame, though,” Iris added, eyes twinkling flirtatiously over the brim of her own coffee mug, “I made the best cup of coffee you could get in the entire city.”

“Oh yeah?” the speedster replied, matching her tone, “is that so?”

“I’ve been told so, multiple times – no really,” Iris insisted, “one customer even described it as 'heavenly’.” (Granted, it had been a guy who had also tried hitting on her,  pulling off that whole 'did it hurt when you fell from the sky’-shtick but who cares about such trivial details?)

“Well, then it is even more of a shame that we haven’t met earlier, isn’t it?” Barry asked playfully, very obviously enjoying the return of their carefree banter, “Now you are a badass reporter and I missed my chance to get a 'heavenly’ cup of coffee from a beautiful barista.”

He was rewarded for that remark with another of Iris’s beaming smiles, that soon turned into a sly one: “Ah, maybe we should remedy that…”

“Huh?”

“I still have the key to the shop…”

-”You do?!”

“It’s not been that long since I stopped working here and there’s been a lot going on…” Iris reasoned, listing all the turbulent events that had occurred in the meantime, “first settling in with my new job at CCPN, then summer vacation started and Wally came to visit… meeting you… crazy meta-human trying to kill my Dad and then Wally got struck by lightning…” the journalist concluded her enumeration with a plain shrug,”I simply forgot about it and nobody has called or mailed me about giving it back so far…”

“So you’re suggesting that we…?”

“Do something different for date-night,” Iris grinned, winking.

Barry couldn’t help but laugh: “For the past three weeks the closest thing we had to a 'date-night’ was spending the evening together at Wally’s bedside, talking, before I forced you to go home for some proper sleep… Just going somewhere else than S.T.A.R. Labs or your house would qualify as 'different’…”

The journalist shook her head: “Those weeks don’t count; come on, I’ll make us some great coffee-”

“I thought it was 'heavenly’-” the CSI interjected, smiling impishly.

“Fine, 'heavenly’ coffee,” Iris repeated, rolling her eyes at Barry’s silliness, “I’ll bring by a whole load of desserts for dinner and we can maybe even picnic on the rooftop… come on, it’ll be fun!”

Seeing the hesitant look on his face, Iris added: “I’ll talk with Tracy or whoever has the night shift that day to make sure it’s all right; I’ll have to give back the key afterward anyhow… So, what you say; ready to do something completely out of the ordinary for once in your life?”

Amused, Iris watched Barry almost choking on his coffee from laughter, trying to keep a nonchalant expression on his face: “Yeah, I guess it’s time for me to do something completely crazy, isn’t it?”


On Sunday they had to face the most difficult part to get over: Mary and Rudy were about to head home and of course, wanted to take Wally with them. Luckily, Caitlin was well-prepared and explained in detail how cataracts can develop after a lightning strike and that it would be better to keep the boy under close observation for at least another week. Iris helpfully added that it would be far too cumbersome for her sister-in-law to drive to and fro Blue Valley and S.T.A.R. Labs all the time and Barry chipped in that he had experienced metabolic troubles soon after his awakening, emphasizing the big role the ongoing medical care at S.T.A.R. had played to get him to fully recover.

Neither Mary nor Rudy were particularly keen on leaving their son behind at S.T.A.R. Labs (again) but of course they didn’t want to risk Wally’s health in any way – so they agreed to let him stay another week in Central City.

Naturally, Wally was thrilled to have another school-free week ahead of him (not to mention that he would get to spend the week with his Grandpa, Aunt Iris and Barry – who was the Flash!), though his excitement was slightly dampened when his mother and aunt arranged to have his mom drop off his schoolwork at Grandpa’s house so he could try to catch up on what he had missed so far. Still, a week with no school was a week with no school, so Wally knew better than to complain.

After awkwardly saying good-bye to his parents (it was just weird how they made such a fuss about being separated for merely a week, when they had been totally okay with him spending his entire summer vacation away from home – of course, that was before he had been in a coma for three weeks – three weeks that had felt like a catnap to him), Wally noticed how Barry’s friends from S.T.A.R. Labs visibly relaxed, obviously glad to see his parents leave. The boy also observed how everyone was casting strange glances in his direction and couldn’t help but wonder aloud: “I’m not staying here because you think I could develop a… catar-something , am I?”

“That’s a thing for tomorrow, kid.”


The bit when Iris teases Barry about her ‘heavenly’ coffee was inspired by @journalistiriswest ‘s ff “it get’s to friday and i give you a call” - it’s a really cute and awesome story; I highly recommend it :)

August 28th

Today is August 28th. 153 years ago today, on August 28th 1833, slavery was abolished in most of the British Empire.

29 years later, on August 28th 1862, the Second Battle of Bull Ran began in the American Civil War. Over the next three days, more than 17,000 people would be killed or wounded. The Union loss in this battle helped convince the American government that emancipating slaves was a military necessity. (Let’s not labor under the delusion that the South was racist and the North wasn’t. Both were racist.)

93 years later, on August 28th 1955, a 14-year-old black boy named Emmett Till was murdered for the crime of speaking to a white woman.

8 years later, on August 28th 1963, hundreds of thousands of Civil Rights activists marched on Washington and Martin Luther King delivered his famous “I Have a Dream” speech.

August 28th is an unusual date only in that so many widely known moments in history occurred. The truth is, as writers from Ta-Nehisi Coates to Sonia Sanchez have pointed out, the history of race in America is the history of post-Columbus America. Race is not a sidebar or a footnote, and when we treat it as such, we further marginalize people who have been structurally marginalized since the moment Europeans arrived in the Americas.

7

Go Atlas! Go O-Rex! Go REXIS!

On Thursday Sept 8, right on the dot, an Atlas V launched from Kennedy Space Center carrying my latest NASA project to space and sending it on its 7 year mission to the near earth asteroid Bennu!

I was lucky enough to spend the launch surrounded by old friends and new; team members I’ve never seen in person and team members who I spent waaaaay too much time with at one point or another (hahaha). It was an incredibly fulfilling and exciting moment for me, to see something I slaved over the designing of 5+ years ago actually make it to launch in an almost identical formfactor to what we originally designed.

Over the last 5 years, over 60 MIT and Harvard students have had the privilege to work on this project. A project that has had a scope larger than any NASA student project to date!  Led by an incredible female PM who has been both a mentor and a friend to me all these years; who almost singlehandedly kept our distractible engineering minds on the necessary tasks day in and day out; and who has proved insightful and brilliant engineering guidance from day one. It’s been an absolute delight to work with her and an amazing learning experience to watch her in action.

I’m so happy my little instrument-that-could is now 10 days into its grand adventure among the stars!  My first “interplanetary” spacecraft! Boldly going.

a/n- I LOVED THIS PROMPT. Also, my knowledge of stars and constellations are rusty, so, eh.

Their friends never know where they are anymore.

Chop though he saw Finn riding his scooter past the garage and Izzy though she saw Rae buying a sleeping bag and Archie though he saw both of them shooting towarsd the city limit sign but none of them are quite sure.

But all of these things are true and they won’t see even a glimpse of the two until tomorrow when Finn shows up with his shirt on inside out and Rae’s got bits of grass stuck in her hair. Their friends will ask them where the hell they’ve been but Rae will just shrug and Finn will bite his thumb and try not to smile.

Because last night they ran away and slept on a sleeping bag in someone’s field in the middle of nowhere and fell in love just a little more.

They were side by side and quiet because the shock of how bright the stars are once the city lights disappearrs awes them both.

“It’s so chaotic but it’s so damn beautiful,” Rae whispers. Finn agrees (he feels the same way about Rae).

“It’s not complete chaos,” he shrugs, turning his head to look at her. “There’s constellations, you know.”

She squints hard at the sky but she can’t see any shapes. “It’s all lost to me.”

I-W-I-L-L-S-H-O-W-Y-O-U.

His fingers drum on her thigh for a moment, trying to remember all the information he had inhaled as an 8 year old when he decided he wanted to be an astronomer (this came after the crushing news that he could not be an elephant regardless of how cool he thought their trunks were).

“Ok, well, right up there,” he uses his left hand to point to the sky and his right to point on her leg, just at her knee. “That’s the beginning of Ursa Major. It’s probably the best known group of constellations.”

“Never head of it.”

“You have because Ursa Major’s seven brightest stars,” he makes 7 dots on her thigh, starting at her knee and working down until the last dot ends just inside her thigh. “make up the plow or the Big Dipper.” His fingers sweeps back down very slowly, connecting the dots until she loses her breath. Then he’s back it, 17 dots this time (and she holds her breath as one of them lands precariously close to her zipper). “And all the stars in Ursa Major make up the Freat Bear and it was associated with Callisto who was turned into a bear by Artemis.” Finn traces the shape of the Great Bear (and he’s a little breathless, too). He turns on his side to kiss her and even with his eyes closed, he’s still seeing stars.

“What else?” She asks him.

He’s grinning and sits up to take his shirt off. “Come here,” he motions for her hand and lays down, pulling her half on him. “This one was always my favorite. Perseus,” he takes her index finger and puts it on his collar bone. Another 17 points and they’ve gone down his side and around his navel.

“What about Perseus?”

He takes a ragged breath. “Um, well, Perseus is um, between the constellations Cassiopeia and Auriga. It’s named after the Greek mythological here Perseus, who rescued Andromeda from the sea monster, Cetus. He also killed Medusa, that snake haired broad.”

Rae’s got visions of Finn as a sword wielding Greek hero, rescuing her from a monster (who looks a lot like Chloe) before killing Medusa (who looks a lot like her mum). “How’d he kill Medusa?”

“Chopped her head off. It’s right here in the constellation,” he drags her finger around his side again. “Up here is his sword.” Back to his collar bone and down his sternum.

“Oh, I thought that long thing might have been his-”

“Cheeky little girl,” he rolls them over so that he’s hovering over her, nose skimming under her ear. Her hands are warm and soft on his back and he’d going mushy between the ears when she whispers, “What else?”

He tires to think and he remembers Cygnus the Swan and Lacerta the Lizard and Bootes the Herdsman but he can’t remember how many stars or the pattern they form because all he can think about is that it’s 10 kisses from the inside of her knee to the inside of her thigh and the pattern of little half-moons on his back when he hits just the right spot.

“Um, well…” he racks his brain and she’s waiting expectantly. “There’s one called… Chop’s beer mug.”

Her eyes grow wide before she starts laughing, the sound so beautiful in the calm of being nowhere and he tells her though his own laughter, “Let’s be serious.” He draws the outline of a mug on her thigh. “Now, Chop’s Beet Mug isn’t the brightest constellation but it is the most fun.”

“And what’s the back story?”

“Well, in times of trouble, ancient Romans would offer sacrificies of booze and beer nuts and wait for Chop’s Beer Mug to give them advice.”

“What sort of advice?”

“Nothing good, I tell ya that much. Sometimes it was wait three days to call but mostly it was lock it in the fucking vault. The Roman’s were always very confused.”

They’re both laughing and rolling around, lips smacking exaggeratedly on skin as his fingers tickled her sides.

“What about Archer’s Glasses?”

Finn sits up, straddling her hips. “Now that’s a chaotic constellation. It starts here,” he watches her face as he draws a pair of glasses just underneath her breast, his heart hammering (he’ll have the same reaction when he’s 72 because touching Rae never loses its magic). “And sometimes it’s up there but then it’s like glasses sliding down a nose,” he drags his finger until the cool button of her jeans makes him shudder. “And it ends up here.”

She smiles and giggles and her heart is pounding like his because they’re in love and everything just feels so bright.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he says suddenly. “Perseus isn’t my favorite.”

“What is your favorite, then?”

“Rae’s Smile,” and he’s rewarded with a smile.

“And where’s it located?”

“That’s the thing. The scientific community debated for thousands of years about what the center of the universe is. Stars, constellations, plants, galaxies, and the poor saps got it all wrong because about a year ago, I discovered Rae’s Smile is actually the center of the universe.” He traces his thumb over her bottom lip and she whispers Finnley and he’s lost in the gravitational pull of her.

Charles is Bethany, Cece is A:

Okay so I’ve held off for a while on writing my own theory about Charles being transgender, mostly because I couldn’t fit the pieces together and wanted to make sure that I was being respectful, so here are my thoughts finally after the answers from this episode.

As a child, Charles never felt comfortable in his own skin. Deep down, even when he was very young, he knew that he didn’t feel right as a boy. In Welcome to the Dollhouse we found out that Jason is around 7 years older than Ali, and Charles is just over a year older than Jason, so 8 years older. Therefore he tried to kill Ali when she was 1 and he was around 9 years old, certainly old enough to be at least semi-aware of his feelings, even if he couldn’t identify things perfectly at the time. 

He resented her from the moment she was born because she was free to grow up as a girl and be treated as a girl, while he felt trapped in a body that wasn’t right for him.

After this attempt, he was institutionalized. Mr. D clearly thought he was a nuisance and a danger and probably didn’t visit or care much for his son. Mrs. D chose for the family to move to Rosewood and got a position on the board so she could be close to her son. 

Charles grew up in Radley, and at some point confided in his mother about his true feelings as he came to terms with them. At that time, he was 16 years old and Ali was 7. 

This brings us to the flashback Ali had in the Christmas episode, when she looked to be around 7. She found two yellow dresses. I think that Mrs. D was planning on bringing the second yellow dress to Charles. Not for him to wear, he was obviously too old for that, but as a way of telling him the good news that she would be helping him get a surgery to change his gender, showing him that he could be like Ali after all. She made sure Ali wouldn’t tell Mr. D about the dress, because he would never understand what she was doing. That’s when she and Charles faked his death.

She took him out of Radley and made him promise to never reveal himself to anyone ever. She took him to Aunt Carol’s house after the surgery (maybe she knew the truth since she was visiting him too). Once he became a female, they made a grave for Charles DiLaurentis, his old identity, and he changed his name to Bethany Young. He was still very troubled so she brought Charles (now Bethany) back to Radley.

That’s why Mrs. D made the effort to bond with Bethany and take her out places. She told Bethany to call her Aunt Jessie at the stables, which angered Bethany because she knew that Mrs. D was her mother. Mrs. D covered for Marion’s murder because Bethany did it, and if it went to the cops that it was a murder, they would investigate Bethany and the truth about Charles would come out. So she paid Wilden to fake the report and make it a suicide. 

The night of Ali’s disappearance:
Bethany/Charles escaped from Radley and was lured in the yellow top to Ali’s back yard. Mrs. D was called and notified because it was her son/daughter, and she was concerned because Bethany as Charles had tried to kill Ali before and still resented her for living the free and happy life that Bethany should have had too. Bethany was murdered and buried in Ali’s place, and most likely the liars did something to result in her death that they repressed due to the drugs Ali gave them, which is why A is targeting them.

So who is A if Charles/Bethany is dead?

Cece Drake. In the promo for 6x05, we find out that a female character was in Radley as a child and knew Charles. I think it’s Cece. She was institutionalized when she was younger and fell in love with Charles, not knowing about the fact that he was transgendered. Despite being told not to tell anyone, Bethany told Cece the truth because of how close they were. Cece continued to visit her, and was in Ali’s back yard that night to look out for her. She still mourned the loss of the Charles DiLaurentis that she once loved, so after the gender change, Cece changed her name from whatever it once was to Cece Drake, giving herself Charles’ initials. 

Now she is acting as A to get revenge on Ali and the liars for Charles’ murder. 

For those of you who insist that Marlene said that Charles is A, she may be twisting the truth. Cece, in a way, has taken on Charles’ name. She believes that she is doing this for or as Charles, and therefore in a way he is A.

if you feel like crying, think about these lyrics in this order

1. “I knew you’d fight until the war was won, but you deserve a chance to meet your son.”

2. “When you smile, I fall apart. And I thought I was so smart.”

3. “My father wasn’t around. I swear that I’ll be around for you.”

4. “Your son is nine years old today. He has something he’s like to say, he’s been practicing all day.”

5. “Hey, our kid is pretty great.”

6. “I am ruined, I am helpless. How could I do this?”

7. “In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet. For just a moment.”

8. “You forfeit all rights to my heart, you forfeit the place in our bed.”

9. “Philip, your mother can’t take another heartbreak.”

10. “Alexander, did you know?”

11. “Un, deux, trois…”

12. “It’s quiet uptown. I never liked the quiet before.”

13. “Philip, you would like it uptown, it’s quiet uptown.”

14. “If I could spare his life, if I could trade his life for mine, he’d be standing here right now, and you would smile, and that would be enough.”

15. “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There’s a grace too powerful to name. We push away what we can never understand. We push away the unimaginable.”

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On July 10th, 2015; I got to see the love of my life for the first time ever with one of my best friends and it was amazing. I love you so much taylorswift thank you for always making me so happy. I peed my pants about 4819494 times. I love you and thank you for such an amazing moment I’ve waited for almost 8 years for. The weeknd aka God himself came out and sang “can’t feel my face” and the opening acts aka my saviors were amazing I almost fell off the balcony I was dancing so much. I was resurrected when Gigi, Lena, Hailee and Lily came out. THEN you amazing human being brought out Heidi Klum and the entire US soccer team (and their trophy!!!) on stage during “style”. It was so unforgettable During the show, you had so many speeches pertaining to self worth and the fans and how “you are not another person’s opinion of you”. My whole life I’ve always worried about what people think about me and how I should be around certain people and you made me realize I should always be myself and never care what people think of me. It sounds weird but I really felt like everything at that very moment was right. Thank you for always making me feel better when I was down with just being you or being there with your music. I will never forget that magical night because everything in that moment was right even if I didn’t meet you, even though I was the 3rd to last row of the stadium everything was amazing and thank you for that and everything else you’ve done for me since I was 8 years old. Thank you for helping my friends and everyone else feel good or help them choose an outfit for prom, give them love advice, etc. Just thank you for being you and being so amazing to a girl that’s waited almost 8 years to see you. taylorswift