The Reason I Don’t Do Cold Readings Anymore…

by reddit user Skarjo

I don’t do ‘Cold Readings’ anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves.

And I do not do contact ‘the other side’.

Look, don’t judge me alright? It was an easy gig. I mean, the first time I did it, it was a joke. I did it just to impress a girl. You’ve been there right? It was something I’d read about online and I thought I’d give it a go.

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The Recruit (Chapter 1) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, & Reader

Title: “Day 1″

Warnings: Some violence, sort of, slow burn (does that need to be a warning?).

A.N.: I have been quietly sitting back and reading basically every bit of fan fiction for a few weeks now that I can find pertaining to Stiles/TW/Mitch Rapp/Void/American Assassin, and I finally decided to throw my hat into the ring. I get so much joy from everyone else’s work and I just really hope you can all get the same out of this. 

Summary: Mitch’s fiancee, Katrina, was brutally murdered in a terrorist attack a year and a half ago. He had been hunting the perpetrators by himself for over a year, but finally came across the radar of Irene Kennedy, the Director of the CIA. She sends him to Stan Hurley to be properly trained at becoming a covert assassin on behalf of the American government. When he agreed to all of this, he never expected to meet Y/N.

Chapter One - Chapter Two

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“Who is he?” You asked Stan as you walked up next to him, looking out the window at the black SUV that had come to a halt in the driveway.

“I guess we’re about to find out, Y/N.” Stan said as he walked away away from you and closed the front door behind him.

You watched as the young man, clad in an unzipped gray hoodie, blue plaid shirt, black t-shirt, blue jeans, shaggy brown hair and light stubble talked calmly to Stan. He was handsome. You shook your head, breaking your concentration on his face, and walked away.

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My sleep schedule is a bit messed up right now and I decided to finish some art I was working on so here’s Ezra, you know, our favorite musician.

Anything For You- Hercules Mulligan X Reader

day 7 of the write-a-thon: oak needs some love from the fandom, so the last day is dedicated to him. write a piece for him, hercules or madison!

character chosen: hercules mulligan


warnings: abusive relationship, panic attack

“Who gave you that black eye?”

I turned around to see Hercules standing behind me.

I instinctively covered my eye. I removed my hand and I shook my head.

“It’s nothing, just the light playing with your eyes.” I shrugged off and I internally cursed myself for not putting enough makeup over it. Lafayette and John looked at me concerned and Alex looked at me with interest.

“Are you sure mon ami?” Lafayette asked cautiously and I nodded.
“Come on, let’s just watch the movie.”

“Okay.” They all agreed and I put the movie in the DVD slot and I rested my head on Herc’s shoulder. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it wasn’t dark outside anymore and everyone else was asleep in the spaces that we had all been sitting last night. Hercules had wrapped an arm around me at some point in the night, preventing me from getting up and making breakfast for them. Preventing me from putting new make up because I knew the the black eye would be visible now.

Damn it.

And of course it would definetly be an issue to my boyfriend who would probably kill me for staying out this late.

Especially since he wanted me home early last night.


I took deep breaths in, my breathing becoming more and more shaky.

He’s gonna kill me. He’s going to-

“Y/N?” I heard Herc asked and I looked at him. He took a deep breath in as well. “How long has he been doing this to you?” He asked and I broke down and I started sobbing into his shirt.

“He’s going to kill me. I was supposed to be home early last night.” I whispered it over and over again.

“Shh. Y/N he’s not going to hurt you any longer. Me and Lafayette will beat him up and tell him to leave you alone, alright? We will move your stuff over here so you can live with us. Or you can live with your cousin. Aaron lives right across the hall anyways.” Hercules said and he held me tightly.

“Mon ami?” I heard Laf ask, extremely concerned.

“It’s her boyfriend. I told her we are going to go and move her stuff to here and make sure he receives the message that he is done with Y/N.”

“Are we bringing Burr along?” Lafayette asked.

“Aaron would probably kill him, not that I trust you guys not to.”

“He deserves worse than death. Y/N you are shaking at the thought of going to your own apartment. ”

“What are you guys saying about Burr?” Alex asked half asleep, probably waking up at the mention of Aaron’s last name.

“Whether we should take him with us to kill her boyfriend.” Lafayette answered and Alex looked at me, his confused look replaced with one of anger.

“I’m coming along as well.”

“Alex you are probably the most likely to kill him besides Herc. He doesn’t deserve death.” I pleaded with them and they fell silent.

“Okay. Hercules, stay here with Y/N and John. Me and Lafayette will tell Burr but we will tell him that you don’t want us to kill him. We won’t kill him, promise.” Alex said, looking at me.

“Thank you.”

“I want to go with though.” Hercules said and Alex shook his head.
“No you’re Y/N’s pillow right now.”

“Am I a good pillow?” Hercules asked me and I looked at him.

“I guess.”

“Okay, we will see you guys in a bit. Try and get some more sleep, mon ami.” Lafayette said while he stood up, smiling down at me. I nodded and rested my head on Herc’s shoulder again.

He stretched out, lying completely down on the couch and I did so as well. He wrapped his arms around me and combed my hair through with his fingers, getting me to relax and fall asleep again.

When I woke up, Hercules still had his arm around me and he was talking very softly.

“John can you please get Alex an ice pack.” He asked and John made a noise but I heard footsteps shuffling. I opened my eyes and I lifted my head up.

“Are you okay, Alex?” I asked sleepily and I felt everyone’s eyes turn to me.

“Yes. I just need to ice my knuckles…” He said sheepishly and I closed my eyes again.

“How bad did you hurt him?”

“Not too badly.”

“I dangled him out of his window.” Lafayette said and I grunted.

“He is alive, correct?”


“Okay, good. Thank you for not killing him.”

“It’s no problem. Oh and Burr wants to talk to you soon.”

“Tell him I’m busy.”

“Cuddling with Herc? I’m sure he will love that answer.” John piqued. I shook my head and I looked at Hercules, who was smiling down at me. I smiled tiredly up at him and I closed my eyes.

“Thank you, Herc.”

“Anything for you.”

winchesterandpie  asked:

If you haven't done #77 and #100 yet, would you maybe be willing to write it for Bucky Barnes? Your writing is fantastic! Thank you!!

Prompt 77 “Who did the laundry? My favourite shirt is pink.” And 100 “And i’m dead.” 

You searched through the pile of washing that had been placed on your bed, trying to find your favourite shirt. The nice cream coloured one that you’d worn more times than you could count. You found it…except it wasn’t your shirt. Well it was…but it was pink. The type of pink that only happened when someone ashed your whites with their reds and you were livid. 

You stormed, shirt in had, towards the living area of the tower finding almost everyone sat down doing their own thing. “Who did the laundry? My favourite shirt is pink!” Your eyes scanned over all the faces, from Sam who looked surprised at your outburst until you saw Bucky, the face of terror and guilt if you ever saw it. 

You!” You stalked towards him, tightly gripping your shirt. 

And i’m dead.” Bucky lept from the sofa, vaulting over the back and running away from you as you chased after him. “I’m sorry, okay?!” He called behind him as he made a beeline for his room. 

“Sorry?! Sorry!” You hit his door as it closed and locked behind him, banging on it. “You ruined my favourite shirt!” 

“Please don’t kill me! I’m sorry! I haven’t done laundry since the 40s, okay?!” 

I Shouldn’t, but I Do

A Shawn Mendes one shot based off the song Don’t Be a Fool by Shawn Mendes.

I had never been in love before, and hadn’t meant to either. It just sort of happened. Shawn and my relationship was complicated. We weren’t technically dating, having decided that it wasn’t fair to either of us to be in an official relationship when Shawn was always away, but at the same time there was definitely some sort of romantic relationship between the two of us. Whenever he was home, we were a couple in every sense of the word except the official one. We took each other on dates, we held hands, we cuddled, we kissed. It was casual affection and honest caring about one another, but it was never supposed to be love. 

When he was home, he took me to his concert in Toronto. I’d been to several already, but I never got used to seeing him in his element. The roar of the fans just around the corner beyond the stage was deafening as Shawn jogged on the spot, grinning at me. 

“Cute hair.” I said. My tone was sarcastic, but I really meant it. He’d ran his hands through it so many times that it was fluffy and messy, but I loved it like that. Shawn laughed and shook it in my face, leaning over. I giggled and laced my hands through it. Shawn’s whole crew knew about our complicated relationship, so he didn’t hesitate to kiss me on his way back up. I laughed against his lips and pulled away. “I’m wearing lipstick, you idiot.” I chastised, rubbing the stain from his bottom lip. Shawn grinned and kissed my thumb.

“I couldn’t help myself.” he said shyly. I rolled my eyes as someone came up and informed Shawn that it was time to go out. Shawn shook away any pre-show jitters and pressed another kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’ll see you after.” 

“Ok, good luck. I love you.” I blurted, eyes widening quickly when I realized what I’d just said. Surprise fell across Shawn’s face, his mouth opening a little as he tried to form a response. I started to say something- I don’t even know what, an apology? - when the stage manager told Shawn he had to go again, and so finally he did. I watched him change into Shawn Mendes the pop star as he went out on stage. 

He still killed his performance, even though I could tell he was distracted the whole time. He was less friendly with his audience and did the bare minimum. I felt awful. I was stupid in saying that, and now I’d ruined his whole show. The worst part was that I wasn’t lying. I loved him. 

Unable to watch the end of his performance, I went to his dressing room and laid down on the couch there, trying to sort out my thoughts and figure out what to say to Shawn. When he came in later, he jumped a little when he saw me. 

“I thought you left.” he said softly. I sat up and looked at him, chewing the inside of my cheek and shaking my head no. He was sweaty after having just performed, his hair even messier than it was already. He took out his earplugs and put them on the table before stripping off his damp shirt. He slowly killed me as he put on a new shirt, back muscles flexing as he did. 

“So, um.. What I said, before you went on stage.” I started. Shawn went rigid again. 

“Did you mean it?” he asked, not looking at me. When I didn’t reply, he finally met my eye and I nodded, chewing my lip. He glanced down at my lip then back at my eyes. “I thought… I thought we had an understanding, Y/N. This isn’t- wasn’t supposed to be… that.”

“I know, Shawn. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” I muttered. Shawn ran his hands through his hair. 

“I’m away for months at a time, Y/N. Months. My life is insane. You shouldn’t… Being in love with each other is just foolish. It would hurt. It already does.” he replied. I stood up.

“Then tell me you don’t feel the same, Shawn. Just look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me anymore, and I’ll go.” I said. Shawn took quick, long strides towards me and cupped my face in his big hands.

“You know I care for you, Y/N. More than I should. But it just… It’s not fair for you. I feel guilty every time I leave you to go off to Japan or Australia and leave you waiting for me. I can’t ask you to do that.” he said. I let out a dry laugh.

“I still have a life outside of you, Shawn. I don’t sit staring at a blank wall waiting for you to come back when you’re not here. I have my own things to do, I have school. This doesn’t mean I don’t miss you terribly. I don’t need you, Shawn, but I want you.” I replied. Shawn dropped his hands and his lips twisted. 

“I want to be with you all day everyday, Y/N. I swear to God. But you deserve someone who will stand by your side all the time. You deserve someone who’s actually around.” He said. I gripped his t-shirt, making him look back at me, and got on my tip-toes to press a kiss to his lips.

“Shawn, I love you. I know you don’t want to hear this, but I do. It happened. You might think I deserve someone better, but there’s nobody else I want. You are the only one. I’ll visit you when I can and I know you’ll do the same for me. You already do. Shawn, I know what I got myself into.” I insisted. Shawn looked down at me hesitantly, pressing his forehead against mine.

“I don’t want you to have anyone else, either.” he said softly. I kissed him again.

“Then let me have you. I love you.” I replied. Shawn closed his eyes and let out an exhale.

“I love you too, Y/N. I shouldn’t, but I do.” 

anonymous asked:

Ahhhhhh what did you think of Harry in that green/maroon combo and Matt in that peach shirt at SDCC???? So hot both of them

harry’s outfit was god tier, but the whole parabatri was looking so damn good, i loved isaiah’s outfit and his beard makes me happy

alberto was also so hot. as a humble queer i was stressed out by the four attractive guys in our main cast

TC Story #4

So where I live there’s a standardized test that every student has to take in the tenth grade. How my school does it is to have all the students write it in the cafeteria, and they have a number of teachers monitoring the area. You kind of feel like you’re in the Hunger Games or something cos they’re so dramatic about it, there’s a countdown and they don’t let you leave.

Anyways, the test was second semester so S was no longer my teacher, and he was one of the teachers supervising. These tests are intense and absolutely no one is allowed to talk, students and teachers alike. I did my best to ignore him so I could focus on the test, so I didn’t notice that he made his way across the cafe to my table. All of a sudden his unmistakable finger pokes a random part of my test and he whispers “That one’s wrong,” and when I looked up at him, he grinned and winked. I pretty much died right there for obvious reasons, like I was fucked for the rest of the test cos he kept circling my table and looking over my shoulder and tried to make me laugh during the test.

I somehow managed to finish the test, so I pulled out the book I brought to read, which was Grey by E.L. James (don’t judge), and he literally stood over me and read along with me until they called time for the test, in which case he instantly started talking to me about everything - the test, our trip coming up the next month, his shirt (cos he was wearing that damn baby blue shirt that kills me), and so on. Even when my friends came over to talk to me, he stood there and waited patiently until he could talk to me some more 🙈 We kept talking until they started kicking everyone out of the cafe. It was so fricking great and even though that was over a year ago, I’m still dead whenever I think about it 🙈

Thanks for listening!! ❤️