to hear that he was not further injured

Not All Wounds Heal (Part 1/?) (Avengers/SHIELD x reader)

Request:  Reader is a teen w/ healing powers and is main medic since beginning and everyone loves her and sees her as a little sis to protect b/c she’s super shy and cute and kind but hydra sees she’s close with everyone and keeps kidnapping and torturing her for info or as bait and Fury decides its best that she leaves the team, has a new ID, etc. he tells everyone that she died so they don’t try to find her when civil war happens Maria who knew everything decides to bring her back to try to fix things.

Working with the Avengers was never without risk, and you knew that from your very first day there when Clint came home from a mission with a knife stuck into his foot; even so, it didn’t make you doubt joining them at all.  You had been working with the team under Nick Fury’s direction and supervision, having been a medic with SHIELD before it fell, using your powers to heal as a quick method of climbing the ranks to lead the department.  When SHIELD was no longer, it made perfect sense to move into working with the group of people most likely in the world to need medical attention at any given moment.  

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Can’t Change Things Too Quickly

Jack let out a small groan when he walked into the restaurant and saw Joe Sugg sitting there, the one person he couldn’t stand, but always seemed to be stuck around.

“What are you doing here, Maynard?”

“Could ask you the same thing, Sugg.” He spat back, scowling at the small smirk on the older man’s face.

“Will you two cooperate for one dinner, please?” Oli sighed as Jack took his seat, “We’re all friends here.”

“Not all of us are,” Joe reminded Oli, glancing over at Jack.

“Then just pretend you are.” Conor interjected, “So we can get through a meal without you two bickering.”

“We don’t bicker!” Jack protested, “I’m just reminding him that he’s wrong!”

“Please,” Joe scoffed, “I’m usually the one who’s right, Maynard.”

“Shut up, Sugg.”

The rest of the table let out a collective groan, knowing this was only the beginning of that night’s first fight.

Jack didn’t know what it even was about Joe that bothered him, but they always rubbed each other the wrong way, and would end up fighting about something or other.

If he really thought about it, Jack wondered if maybe they would get along. But then Joe opened his mouth and the younger man would be reminded as to why they do not get along.

Plus, their little feud had been going for so long, that Jack wouldn’t know what to do if they suddenly got along.

When dinner finally came to an end and everyone spilled out of the restaurant, laughing and talking loudly as they waited for their cars, Jack couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on Joe.

As annoying as the other man was, he was also equally attractive, and that really messed with Jack’s mind, and body, but he usually just pushed those thoughts to the side, focusing instead on whatever annoying thing Joe was spewing out at him.

“See you tomorrow?” Conor asked, clapping his brothers arm as a car pulled up.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Jack nodded as the boys climbed into the car, leaving him and Joe still standing there.

“Oh wonderful,” Joe mumbled before shoving his hands in his pockets and heading down the sidewalk.

“Always lovely to see you too!” Jack called after him, knowing it would piss the other man off.

Laughing to himself, Jack tugged his jacket tighter around his body before turning to head in the opposite direction, which is when he heard the screeching of brakes and a thump.

Whirling back around, Jack quickly discovered the source of the noise, finding Joe laying on the road, and a distraught driver climbing out of the car.

“Shit,” Jack pushed past the people as he made his way to the accident, kneeling down at the injured man’s side. “Joe? Joe, can you hear me?” His hands hovered over the older man’s body, not quite touching, worried about hurting him further.

“Did you just call me by my first name?”

“Oh thank gods,” Jack breathed out as Joe’s eyes fluttered open, his face shifting into one of pain. “Are you okay?”

“No, I just got hit by a fucking car.”

The faint sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, but Jack didn’t pay them attention, instead keeping his eyes on Joe, helping him to sit up.

“I heard.”


“I was walking away.”

“Of course you were,” Joe held his arm against his side, wincing, “Shit, that hurts.”

“Do you not know how to look both ways?!” Jack’s words held no hate, only worry, “God, Joe, how could you be so stupid?!”

“Jack, relax. I’m fine. Mostly.”

“You were hit by a car.”

“I know.” Joe replied, using his free hand to find Jack’s, giving it a squeeze, “But I’m alright. And the paramedics are here, and will take good care of me.”

“Fucking terrified me,” Jack mumbled, shifting to the side as the paramedics arrived, but his hand remained in Joe’s the entire time.

“Jack?” The younger man jolted up in his seat, blinking over at Joe, “You waited?”

“Of course.” He pushed himself out of the seat, running a hand through his hair tiredly, “Didn’t want you to be alone.”

“Oh,” Joe blushed lightly, adjusting the strap of his sling, “Thanks.”

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a car.”

“Don’t joke about that,” Jack scolded, stepping closer as his eyes scanned Joe’s body, “It’s not funny!”

“Alright, alright,” Joe smiled, grabbing one of Jack’s hovering hands, slipping his fingers through the younger mans, “I’m sorry. But I really am okay. Mostly just tired. I’ll be sore tomorrow though.”

“Yeah, probably.” Jack replied, offering a smile back, “Want to go home?”

“Pretty sure you have to take me on a date before taking me home, Maynard.” Joe winked, heading for the exit, Jack following behind, their hands still linked together.

“Back to last names, then?”

“Can’t change things too quickly, now can we?”

Kitten (Part 12)

Note: Does this count as a breather?  Eh I’m going to count it as quiet before storm.  Enjoy the reunion before all the issues from Keith’s captivity hits them.

Warning: Kitten Is A Dark Fic With Dark Themes

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Pidge has found Kuro’s shuttle and cornered it on the planet.  He gives her strict instructions not to engage until he and the others arrive.  He won’t repeat the mistakes of last time.

When they land, its four cats surrounding one tiny mouse.  Kuro doesn’t respond to his hails for surrender and turning over Keith.  He didn’t expect him to accept the terms, but he expected the monster to at least answer their hails so he could taunt them more.  The silence worries him.  What if-No, he can’t let his mind wander down those lanes, not right now.

He leaves Hunk inside his lion, ready to snatch the shuttle out of the air if Kuro tries to take off, as he and Pidge approach the entrance to the ship. Lance is further back covering them.  He has strict orders to take the first kill shot he gets with Kuro.  They are here to rescue Keith alive, and the best way to do that is to make sure Kuro dies as soon as possible.

The door panel still responds to his authorization codes, seems Kuro didn’t know how to change them either or just rightly surmised if they got this close the minor security provided didn’t matter anymore.  Shiro opens the door and immediately hear the cries for someone to stop.

He moves in on instinct.  He’ll kill him.  He spots Keith kneeling with his back to him in the middle of the room.  Long bloody streaks leading down to his bound wrists and broken fingers.  He’s alone, Kuro’s not in this room.  Shiro crosses the space to get between Keith and the only area Kuro could be hiding.  He won’t let him be taken hostage again.

Pidge has caught up.  Shiro leaves guarding Keith to her, and sweeps the rest of the ship.  Kuro’s not here, but he can hear his laughter and Keith’s voice getting higher and higher pitched in terror.  Doubling back to the room with Keith, he sees the screen.  He’d dismissed it as not a threat on first pass, but now he can see that Kuro left them one last recording of his sick games.

Keith’s screaming on the video.  Pupils blown wide, staring at his forearms in horror.  Then he starts to scratch, nails tearing at his own flesh-“Pidge! Turn it off Now!” He bellows. Keith, he needs, he needs to make sure he’s okay.

The current Keith is still kneeling exactly where he was when they first came in.  He’s shaking like a leaf, but hasn’t responded to any of the noises they’ve made crashing through the room.  There is something cupping over his ears and what looks like a blindfold over his eyes.  “Keith?” Shiro tries, but Keith doesn’t behave as if he can hear him.  The things on him must be to cut off his sense of hearing then.  Shiro needs to get them off.  Let him know he doesn’t need to be scared anymore.  Shiro’s finally here to rescue him.

The sound of the video cuts off, as Shiro takes Keith’s head gently in his hands.  The younger man flinches back, “Don’t,” Keith whimpers.  He thinks he’s Kuro, and Shiro isn’t certain if he wants to cry or scream at that thought.  He holds him still, soft but firm enough that he can get a good look at the clasps.  No locks, he doesn’t have to hunt down a key or figure out how to physically cut them off without injuring Keith further.

The blindfold unsnaps with a pop, revealing that Keith’s eyes are squeezed shut underneath.  The smaller man makes a distressed noise, like he thinks he’s about to be hurt further.  Shiro pets his hair, shushes him, even though he knows he can’t hear.  He won’t let anyone hurt him again.  The ear muffs follow the blindfolds to the floor, and finally he can hear.

“Keith?” Shiro whispers, praying that he hasn’t gone somewhere he can’t reach him.

Keith’s whole body stills, pauses before one eye peeks open to look up at him from where he’s cringing against Shiro’s hands, “Shiro?” Keith whispers back, eggshell weak hope in his voice.

“It’s me, baby,” Shiro says softly, heart fluttering as both Keith’s eyes open to stare at him.  Fear draining from his expression, “It’s going to be okay.  You’re safe now.”

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New Concussion Protocol

Quick disclaimer before you read. You do not need to know anything about football or the NFL to read this story. I tried to make it as basic and as easy to understand as I could. That being said, if anyone can name the team that they’re on, bonus points to you. <3

They were out to the league, and the first openly gay couple in major league football. The team didn’t care, as long as they kept winning games. And when your star quarterback and your star receiver were the best in the entire NFL, they could be shacking up with whomever they wanted to and no one on the team would bat an eye.

That’s not to say they didn’t have enemies. While their teammates and coaches were well and truly okay with their relationship, fans and opposing teams alike had not too nice words for the pair. Some fans boycotted the team, games got rougher; but they still played to the best of their abilities. The passes were still caught, and the touchdowns were celebrated both on the field and at home.

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Originally posted by australian-god

Imagine Eric’s reaction after you accidentally break his nose while sparring for the initiates.

Warning: Violence and language (the usual really), It’s a little long oops

“Alright people lets go, we’re getting started.” You called out attracting the attention of the initiates that milled around the training room. This early in the morning they were all like zombies, looking around blankly still half asleep.

They all listened to your instructions and gathered in front of you Four, Tris, and Eric who were also in charge of training the initiates. Well, Four and Tris were, Eric made it every clear he was only here because Max was making him. Although you knew that helping mold the imitates into Dauntless was secretly one of his favorite parts of his job, not that he would ever admit it.

All of yesterday you had the initiates do nothing but run and work on punching bags and honestly it was all a little pitiful.

“Today the four of us are going to show you proper fighting techniques. Trust me when I say that you all need it, some of you can’t hit a punching bag properly, god knows what you will do when faced with an actually opponent.” They all squirmed under your criticism and Eric laughed behind you.

You continued to ramble on for a few more minutes and a few dumb questions from the kids later, Four and Tris were standing in the middle of the ring. You pointed out to the initiates watching the stances and punches they were using as they fought, explaining how Tris used her lean figure to her advantage and Four used his height. They separated on their own terms after a few more swings and then Four stepped down and was replaced by Eric.

It was almost laughable as you took in the size difference between the two and when they started fighting you could tell he was restraining himself to not accidently knocking her on her ass. You had not a single doubt that if they were actually fighting, instead of throwing staged hits, Eric would absolutely demolish her. They finished fighting and then Four went against Eric.

You had to warn the boys to take it down a few notches after Eric threw a particularly hard punch and busted Four’s lip. You separated them before it got too bad, rolling your eyes at how childish they were and then you took your turn against Four and then Tris.

Finally, it was your turn to face off against Eric. The two of you trained together all the time so you didn’t bat an eye at going against him, especially since it wasn’t an actual match.

His imposing size dwarfed your smaller figure and you frowned when you noticed his wicked smile.

“How about we give them a real show.” He whispered, smirking.

“Stick to the script Eric, I don’t want to embarrass you in front of the initiates.” You said back fiercely antagonizing him slightly.

“Oh, that’s how it’s going to be?” He said with a quirked eyebrow.

You raised your fist in response and he got the hint following suit. The two of you went through the motions of a fake match. Throw a hit, block, receive a hit, block, so on and so fourth, Four called out the different hits and blocks for the initiates with ease. You could see Eric getting a little antsy and so you aimed a little lower than he expected, nailing him in the stomach.

He paused for a second as he realized what you were trying to instigate and you took that moment to throw a punch to his uncovered face. He blocked you in time and before you knew it the two of you were sparring the way you usually do.

Four stopped calling the technics as he realized that the two of you where doing your own thing and he didn’t know what to expect.

You could hear murmuring from the initiates as they watched you and Eric dance across the mat, the two of you had trained for so long that you both knew what to expect from one another but that didn’t make it any less intense a fight. It also meant that the two of you worked tirelessly to one-up one another.

It was a moment of distraction as you tried to listen to what the initiates when saying when he sent a particularly hard punch that knocked you back a few steps. He took advantage of your lack of balance to send a few more hits to your stomach and chest, noticeably avoiding your face. You blocked a few in defense and wildly threw a punch at his face.

“Fuck.” He cursed as your fist hit his nose and you jumped back a few steps as he backed away clutching his face.

When he pulled his hand away you noticed the thin trail of blood and you instantly felt a little bad. You could tell Eric was pissed as he examined the blood on his fingertips. The kids behind you instantly hushed as they wait to see his reaction.

You underestimated how fast Eric could move and before you knew it he rushed up to you quickly and the two of you were instantly back into the fight. You just barely had the time to raise your fist and fight back before he was in your face.

A few more hits and kicks were exchanged and the two of you were obviously evenly matched for the most part. It was only as you as an opening as he was aiming once again for your torso that you hit at his face again.

You did a quick two-hit punch both fist aiming for his cheeks, but you must have misjudges your aim. You first fist connected with his cheek slowing him down and the second punch landed right on his nose again.

You heard the gruesome crack at that and he backed away from you quickly mimicking his motions before with his hand to his face. He cursed as he had his head tilted back and you cringed as you watched the blood pour down his face.

“Oh shit…” You said as you watched him, Four was laughing on the sidelines and everyone else looked unsure of how to react.

You and Eric had injured each other before when fighting. The two of you broke bones and left bruises all the time, hell he had broken your arm one time and in retaliation as soon as it healed you cracked three of his ribs. Your friendship was excessively violent but that was Eric’s nature and it tended to rub off on you.

“You broke my nose.” He mumbled still holding it.

“You were asking for it…” You bristled feeling slightly guilty.

You moved toward him and he watched you guardedly. You could hear Four, who was still laughing, calling everyone’s attention to give further instruction while the two of you were sorting out whatever was going on.

“Let me see.” You said batting his hands away, it was defiantly broken and you could already see bruises blooming around his eyes.

“Want me to set it back in place…” You said softly turning his head to the side. He was still pissed and you could tell he wanted to just say no but he finally broke and nodded slowly.

You put your hands in position and counted down from three. You shifted it back in place before you hit one and he let out a string of curses, yanking your hands away.

He took a second to compose himself, still not letting go of your wrist.

“I’m sorry…” You said accidently letting out a small giggle.

“It’s not funny.” He grumbled.

“Yeah, it is a little… what can I do to make it up to you? Wanna return the favor?” You said still laughing a little.

“No.” He said obviously thinking.

“Let me take you out to dinner.” He said finally not really asking, letting go of your wrist finally.

“I’m sorry what?” You asked checking to make sure that you heard him right.

“Let. Me. Take. You. Out.” He said slowly as if you were a small child.

“Asshole.” You mumbled and he raised a brow waiting for a response. “ I break your nose and you want to take me on a date?”

“Why not?” He said with a smirk.

“Bout time you asked, shame it took me beating the shit out of you for you to do it.” You laughed patting his cheek earning a wince in response. He grumbled something about his face hurting as you walked away.

“Walk it off Eric!” You called out, causing a few people to let out muffled laughs, as you made your way back to the group.

“And pick me up at eight.” You called quietly over your shoulder.

A/N: Like I said it’s a little long for an Imagine, I’m sorry I got excited then carried away. Anyways hope you enjoyed let me know what you thought!


Author’s note: Sorry for that cliffhanger guys! I couldn’t resist. But this is ACTUALLY the last part to Spiderboy - AND MY 100th POST! - thank you all for being so very supportive of this series, the feedback I’ve received has been AMAZING. Love you guys. And now, the grand finale to Spiderboy!

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Peter Parker x Reader

The rubble hitting you didn’t hurt, necessarily. Your suit took the brunt of the hit, the metal denting in various places and contorting the technology. It’s the force of the hit to your head, the one that starts a ringing in your ears and spots to cloud your vision, that really messes you up. But you fall into the darkness a few seconds later, body going limp. 

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NDRV3 Boys Reacting to their S/O Getting Badly Injured

This angst, though. Be prepared for more of this, lol. Thanks for this suggestion, Andromeda!! Sorry if it’s a bit late.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do what the first gen male shepherds would do if their fairly short girlfriend managed to sprain a leg muscle by getting on their tip-toes to reach something? Because yeah that just happened to me.

is this me in a few years

i tried to do most all of them, though i get the nagging feeling i forgot someone

Chrom: He kind of just stands there, not knowing if he should help or laugh. He settles for helping, and carries you back, even if you insist that you’re fine. He says that he won’t let you go around doing anything, in case you strain yourself more, and brings your work to you. it’s only when you seem like you’re feeling better does he start poking fun at your height.

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falteringperceptions  asked:

Number 26 for your prompt list, if you're still taking requests. I'm just laughing picturing a small ruffled early morning scully 😂 you're an incredible writer!!

26. Let’s face it: you and five A.M. have never been the best of friends.

i. then

His new partner is absolutely not a morning person.

Mulder is surprised by this, mainly because, thus far, Scully has absolutely never been late to work in the mornings, and when they’re on the road together, she’s always ready to leave the motel when he is, looking prim, professional, and perfectly pressed (albeit a little ridiculous in some of those suits).  In his experience, such rigid punctuality before noon is rare in those who do not naturally come to life at sunrise each day.

That, however, was before their first truly early-morning flight together.

They’ve had less than ten out-of-town cases together, and thus far, their return trips have happened in the evenings, after a full day of closing things up at field offices and local police stations, but this time, the wrap-up had continued long into the night, and the first available flight Mulder could find hadn’t been until six-thirty the following morning.  He hadn’t expected the early flight to be a problem; Scully’s always far more ready and organized than he is in the mornings.

Maybe, though, her compulsion to always be exactly where she’s expected to be, when she’s expected to be there, is more a byproduct of her upbringing, the natural result of life in a military family… because here he is, standing outside of her motel room, knocking and getting no response.  He presses his ear to the door, thinking that maybe he’ll hear the shower running and know that she’s at least getting ready, but all he hears is a quiet, steady beeping noise, which he realizes with a jolt is the sound of the motel-issue clock radio.

They always get two keys and exchange them, just in case, but this is the first time he’s felt the urge to use it.  Visions are flashing through his mind of Scully injured somehow, or maybe in the grip of a seizure from some undiagnosed condition, and it’s purely concern for her safety that propels him through the door and into her still-dark room.

“Scully?” he hisses.  There’s no answer.  He ventures further in, and by the light from the hallway, he can just make out her still form lying huddled in bed.  The clock radio is beeping insistently, though not very loudly, and he silences it, then turns on the bedside lamp.  When he sees her, he lets out a sigh of relief.

She’s fine.  Fast asleep, but fine.  Sprawled out on her back, one arm flung up over her head, her red hair spread out across the pillow and her perfect lips parted slightly.  She’s emitting tiny snores that he finds adorable.

Actually, right at this moment, he finds everything about her adorable… except perhaps the fact that she’s about to make them miss their flight.  It’s that thought that makes him reluctantly reach out and disturb her rest with a gentle shake of the shoulder.  She doesn’t open her eyes; rather, she rolls onto her side, away from him, and tucks herself into a little ball.

Funnily enough, he’s never quite realized just how tiny she is, how much smaller than him, until now.  What she lacks in size, she more than makes up for in confidence, intelligence, competence, and heart.  She’s become such a giant in his consciousness that it’s almost unsettling to really and truly see just how physically small she really is.

“Scully,” he says, giving her shoulder another soft shake.  “Wake up.  We’re gonna miss our flight.”  At the sound of his voice, her eyes finally open.  She rolls onto her back and squints up at him.  There’s absolutely nothing welcoming in her expression.

“Mulder, what are you doing in my room?” she demands.

“Your alarm was going off,” he says, “but you weren’t waking up.  And we’re not going to make our flight if we don’t leave in the next five minutes.”

“So get me on a later one and I’ll see you back in Washington,” she grumbles, rolling away from him again and pulling the covers up to her ears.  “If I recall correctly, the crack-of-dawn travel arrangements were your idea, not mine.”

“If you stay later, you’ll have to inform the local field office,” says Mulder.  “And something tells me that even though our case is done, the charming Agent McPherson will want your opinion on any number of other… cases.”  The awkward young agent in the Minneapolis field office had been drooling over Scully from the moment she’d walked in the door, and Mulder had been able to tell that his constant hovering had been driving his partner insane.

Sure enough, the threat is enough to goad Scully into moving.  “Fine, fine,” she huffs, throwing back the covers and nearly knocking him off of the bed in her haste to vacate it.  “But next time, Mulder, I book the flights home, you got that?”

Not a morning person.  He’s got it.

ii. now

“All of the afternoon flights have layovers,” Scully says, frowning at her computer screen in consternation.  “Most of them have more than one… it’ll be after midnight by the time we get there.”  She leans back in her chair and sighs.

“What about this one?” Mulder asks, pointing at the listings on Scully’s laptop.  “Leaves at seven in the evening and gets us there by eleven.  Nonstop.”

“It would still mean getting in at midnight,” she says, shaking her head.  “No, Mulder, I think the best option is the first flight of the day.  It leaves here at six-thirty, so we’ll miss the local rush hour, and it gets us there just before lunch, so there shouldn’t be rush hour traffic on that end, either.”

“I’m pretty sure ‘rush hour’ is a foreign concept at any time of day in Wyoming, Scully,” says Mulder.  “I think you have to have a population density of greater than five people per square mile before you have can start worrying about traffic jams.”  Scully looks up at him with an expression that kills any further quips before they can leave his mouth.  She’s been tense and nervous every since the phone call had come, and she’s clearly not in the mood for jokes.

“I’m just going to go ahead and book the six-thirty flight, okay?” she asks.

“You’re sure you want to leave that early?  Let’s face it: you and five A.M. have never been the best of friends.”  Another look.  “But yeah, sure, we’ll leave at six-thirty.  I’m not waking you up, though.  I value my life too much.”

“You won’t have to worry about that,” says Scully with a sigh.  “Something tells me I won’t be sleeping at all tonight.”  Mulder gets up from his desk and stands behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her to lean back against him.

“It’s going to be fine, Scully,” he promises.  “He called us, remember?  He wants to meet us.”     

“But what if he hates us?” she asks.  “What if he only wants to meet us because he wants to tell us that-”

“Scully,” he interrupts her, squeezing her more tightly against himself, “he sought us out.  He found his way into sealed records he never should have been able to access.  I don’t think he went through all of that trouble to get us to fly out there and meet him just so he could tell us off in person.”  She turns in her seat enough to look up at him.

“You really think so?” she asks, bitting her lip in worry.  He reaches out and smooths the lip with his thumb, then bends to kiss it tenderly.

“I do,” he says.  “And if we can’t get there until midnight, I’m sure he’ll understand… so you don’t have to book the six-thirty flight if you don’t want to.”

“No,” she says, shaking her head decisively.  “I’ve waited too long already for this.  I’m not waiting even longer just because I don’t do well with mornings.”

“Wow,” Mulder says with a chuckle.  She looks up at him, eyebrow cocked in question.  “I’ve always known you weren’t a morning person.  I’ve just never heard you admit it before, that’s all.”  Her eyes narrow.

“Watch it, Mulder,” she says.  “I had some pretty amazing plans to occupy the hours I’m going to be spending awake tonight.  Something tells me you won’t want to be left out.”

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Genre: Slight Angst/Fluff

Character: Jongin/Kai x Reader

Word Count: 2,008

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Originally posted by kaibility

              She ran as fast as she could, Y/N could hear cars honking as she recklessly crossed the street not bothering to check if the light was red or green, she’d abruptly apologized to every individual she would unintentionally bump into. The thick summer air was making it harder for her to breathe through her mask, while her hoodie and cap made her feel like it was ten degrees hotter than it truly was. Sweating and panting, Y/N anxiously waited for the door to open. She looked around discreetly hoping that no one had seen her and found her to be out of place. Within a couple minutes the open gate and door of the residence welcomed her.

               “He’s in his room.” Y/N bowed towards the leader gratefully, who knew exactly why she was there. Without another word she rushed towards his shared room.

               “Kai!” she called out bursting into the room, not bothering to knock. She wasn’t usually rude, but right now she had more important things to worry about than using her manners. “I brought you ice packs, ibuprofen, and some shoe inserts for now.” Gently, she placed the bag she had been carrying with her down on the bed besides him. Then proceeded to remove her mask, sunglasses, and baseball cap, the last thing she wanted was angry fans attacking her if they saw her go into the boy’s dorm.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” that wasn’t necessarily the response she was expecting.

               “Well, Suho oppa told me you keep going to practice even though you’ve been prohibited.” A small distraught frown played on her lips as she spoke. “Don’t you remember what the doctor told you? He told you to use your inserts, wear the neoprene sleeve, rest, and go to physical therapy! Kai, you’re not supposed to be in the practice room further injuring yourself.” His eyes stared at her dully as she ran her hand through her messy hair due to the running. “But you insist on doing the opposite, I heard you haven’t even been to a single one of your therapy sessions!”

               “You know what, I don’t need to hear this from you!” Y/N jumped back startled by his sudden outburst. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to just sit in bed all day, while everyone else is out there working their ass off?” I do know what it’s like, I really do. “You don’t understand what it’s like to have injured yourself and have your career on the line because of that injury…” you’re wrong. “You better than anyone should know how much dancing means to me!” that’s why I’m here, you idiot.
               “Your career wouldn’t be on the line if you’d stop being so damn stubborn! You were diagnosed with shin splints, at first it was harmless, but because you couldn’t follow some simple orders something small and insignificant turned into something bigger! If you keep this up you’re going to end up under the knife and things might not be the same after that, then you’ll have realized that maybe, just maybe you should have listened to the doctor and those around you.” Don’t be like me.

               “Seriously, you piss me off.”

“Why, because I’m right?” she scoffed.
               “No, because you don’t know shit! You don’t know what it’s like to live every passing minute wondering if you’re going to be able to continue living your dream. I want to, but can I?” his voice only getting louder and louder through his gritted teeth.
               “Yes, you can… But you’re doing yourself more harm than you are good right now.” Trust me, I say this from experience. “Kai, for fucks sake, listen to the doctor’s order. If you would have done so in the first place then maybe it wouldn’t have escalated! But even now, you’re still at a point where the damage can be reversed… There’s still hope.”

               “Y/N, just shut up!” At this point she was certain anyone present in the dorm could hear them. “You don’t understand and never will! How would you feel if you had to give up doing what you love?” But I already did.

               “But that’s the thing, you don’t have to beca-“
               “Oh my god, I seriously can’t stand you right now…” at this point his voice was barely audible, but she could hear every spiteful word clearly.
               “You can’t stand me? Ha! Well, I can’t stand you either! I can’t stand here and watch you destroy yourself, your career, your fucking future, and everything you’ve worked so hard for!” she too, was annoyed, she didn’t drop everything she was doing to come over and fight.

               “Then leave.”
               “Wh- What?” her doe eyes bigger than usual, that had caught her off guard.
               “Leave, no one’s making you stay and watch.” Of course, not. No one makes me deal with your idiot self, I do it because I love you.
               “You know what? You’re right.” She wasn’t about to stay where she wasn’t wanted. “Goodbye, Kim Jongin.” Without any other words she stormed out the room and slammed his door in the process. One by one tears started to leak onto her hoodie, her bottom lip trembled, Y/N sniffled trying to control her own emotions.
               “Y/N? Are you okay?” it was Suho, his voice full of concern. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but since things got kind of heated I overheard what Jongin said and-“

               “It’s okay, it’s nothing.” She replied wiping her tears with the back of her hand as she forced on a smile.

               “Y/N…” having known her for a while now he knew better than to take her word at this moment.
               “I have to go Suho oppa, take care.” Before he could even open his mouth to say anything else the girl had bolted out of the dorm, he sighed looking over to the younger male’s room. That kid was about to get it.

               “Yah!” Kai placed his hand over his heart, startled by his hyung suddenly slamming his door open. Suho stood there glaring at the younger member who looked at him with a baffled expression. “Kai… I can’t believe you.” He murmured shaking his head in pure disappointment.

               “I can’t believe how cruel you can be… Don’t you think that was a bit much? How could you say all that to your own girlfriend?” his voice was everything but calm.
               “Wait- Were you listening in on us?” Kai inquired in disbelief.  
               “Not intentionally, you two were practically yelling at one another, how could I not overhear you two?” he calmly explained, he wasn’t fond of the tone the other man was using. “Kai, I think you should apologize.”
               “Apologize for what? I didn’t ask her to rush over here to me, I also didn’t ask her to worry about me, and I definitely didn’t ask for her irrelevant opinion!” he replied before throwing the bag she brought filled with goods for him on the ground.
               “Kai…” his voice stern obviously upset by his actions.
               “No, she doesn’t understand what I’m going through, none of you do…”
               “That’s where you’re wrong, Y/N of all people would understand you the most. Don’t you remember?”

               “Remember what?”
               “Y/N was in your same shoes once before, except her ending wasn’t a happy one.”

               The previously clear skies had been overcome with grey gloomy clouds, the tree branches harshly hit the glass windows as a result of the wild wind, and she could hear the summer sky weeping as she sat in her small apartment all alone. It was almost as if the weather was mocking her, one minute it was happy and sunny then the next it was dark and sad, just like her. The sky must have been bawling for the both of them because she refused to let out anymore tears. After what happened she didn’t know where she stood with Kai.

               She was brought out of her thoughts by someone pounding on the door, if she remembered correctly she wasn’t expecting anyone. Curious as to who it was she walked over, before she could even open it she heard his distressed voice.

               “Yah, Y/N! Please open this door! Come on, I know you’re in there!” he called out hitting it a bit louder. Hesitantly she opened it just a bit only to be greeted with a shivering Jongin. His chestnut colored hair was sticking to his face, little droplets of water ran down his chiseled chin, while his clothes looked dark and heavy because of all the water it had absorbed. Opening the door wider, she invited him into her warm and cozy home. She could feel her heart clench watching him limp inside.

               “I’m sorry.”

               “For what…” she couldn’t help but be taken back by his sudden apology.
               “For everything I said earlier today, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I was just frustrated and- It doesn’t matter, there’s no excuse for the way I treated you.” His heartfelt voice filled the empty space in the small room, she tried her hardest to hold herself back from running over to the drenched boy and holding him close.

               “You’re so stupid sometimes…”
               “I know… I know…” he replied nodding furiously.
               “I just don’t want you to end up like me!” she mumbled sorrowfully.
               “I know-“
               “No, you don’t know because if you did you wouldn’t be straining yourself like this. You would be obediently listening to the doctor’s orders… Would I have done that, instead of brushing his words off then maybe I as well would still be living out my dream.” his breath hitched hearing her start to choke up.

               “I know…”
               “Didn’t seem like it earlier… You knew Kai, you knew how badly I worked just to qualify for the Olympics.” I know, Y/N… “Not only did I lose my chance because of my stupidity, I also lost my full ride scholarship to UCLA.” That was your dream school, you always wanted to study abroad. “Because of a stupid labrum tear I lost it all, no- because of my own stubbornness I lost it all.” Please, stop torturing yourself with the past. “No matter how many surgeries I had, it made no difference.”

               “I’m sorry.”

               “Are you really?”
               “Yes, I swear.”
               “Prove it to me.” He tilted his head slightly, wondering how.
               “I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” Anything? She thought smiling.
               “Please do as you’re told by the doctor, please stop forcing yourself… Please go to your physical therapies.”
               “Wi- Will you go with me? To the physical therapy I mean…”
               “Of course, I’ll be there for you no matter what, whether you want me or not.” Her laugh made him feel at ease.
               “I always want you there with me, ignore what I said earlier today… I was being an idiot.”
               “Aren’t you always?” she replied rolling her eyes. “Kai… How did you get here?”
               “I ran.” He answered casually, while she looked at him in utter horror.
               “Oh my god-“
               “I know, I know!” he interrupted knowing she was about to scold him once again.
               “Let that be the last time you do something so stupid, have you forgotten the state you’re in?”
               “But it wasn’t stupid, because I did it for you.”
               “Yah! Haven’t you ever heard of a taxi?” she countered.
               “I guess that slipped my mind…” she looked at him in astonishment. “Don’t look at me like that!” he whined covering his face from her judgmental eyes.
               “I can’t help it, how can you be twenty-two but only have the mental capacity of a twelve year old?” she pondered shaking her head at her pouty boyfriend.
               “Not even!” he argued defensively.
               “You’re right, seven year old. Now shut up and go take a shower before you get sick. I’ll leave some clean clothes on bed for you to change into.” With that she got up to walk to her bedroom where she had some clothes he had previously left throughout his visits.
               “Y/N?” he called out softly.
               “I love you.”

In response to some comments I’ve seen about how Sam and Cas had no meaningful interactions this season and don’t deserve the TCA nomination and/or those who think it actually went to Sam and Lucifer.

Friendly reminder that

  • Sure, this isn’t huge, but Sam attentively cared for Cas in 11.03. Attack-Dog Spell Cas and Sam sassed each other when Sam poked fun at Castiel’s car, and Sam was the first concerned face Cas saw when he regained consciousness to Sam saying, “Cas, are you okay?” Later, when Castiel felt the need to define “perp” to the Winchesters, Sam thanked Cas for it even though he and Dean both knew the word.
  • In 11.04, Sam showed that he had faith in Cas when he acknowledged that, yes, he knew Castiel could be of help to them, but it was important for him to focus on himself, too. To that end, he told Cas to go into his room and watch Netflix.
  • Cas spent the next several episodes (possibly weeks in-universe) recuperating in Sam’s room, sometimes on Sam’s bed.
  • Also in 11.04, (not terribly relevant but because it was kinda cute) we had Cas and Sam geeking out about lore–how to kill a Nachzehrer and the dates after which pennies were only copper-plated zinc. Shhh, I thought it was cute.
  • 11.06 offered a beautiful and poignant parallel. Switching back and forth between Sam and Cas and their respective battles, the episode showed us two men who were being derided and overpowered–two men who chose mercy when they were able. Sam handcuffed the demon rather than killing him, thus affirming his conviction to save people when he could instead of focusing only on ‘hunting things.’ Castiel chose not to kill Metatron.
  • Sam mentioned his concern for Cas right after they left Hell in 11.10 (despite the fact that he was the most severely injured and had been subjected to Lucifer’s attempts at manipulating and degrading him during his entire stay in the Cage) and gave ‘Cas’ that adorable salute at the end of the episode.
  • Fun fact: Sam was the first person to mention his worry about not hearing from Cas in 11.11.
  • Castiel overcame Lucifer himself in order to keep him from further hurting Sam in 11.14, when he subdued the archangel with all his power not as the temporary effect of a spell, as in 11.18, but by choice. No big deal.
  • In 11.18, Sam defended Castiel’s autonomy, saying his choices deserved respect. Again: Sam respects his friend’s autonomy and choices and will defend him to others.
  • Castiel himself did not appear again until 11.23, when Amara removed Lucifer from his vessel. The finale ended with Cas walking into the bunker beside Sam, offering his support and saying he was “here if [Sam needed] anything.” When Toni Bevell greeted Sam before banishing Cas, Sam’s first instinct was not to face the threat, but to turn toward where Cas had been and call out for his friend. Only after that did he actually turn to face Toni.
  • But I mean yeah. Sam and Cas didn’t have any meaningful interactions at all this season.
A Court of War and Starlight: Part 20

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The atmosphere noticeably eased when Tamlin left the room. There was still tension over matters left to be addressed, but the universal distrust of Tamlin had put everyone on edge.

Tarquin snapped his fingers and summoned a selection of summer wines. Rhys and I declined, citing my recovery–neither of us mentioning what had happened the last time I had been served wine in a foreign court. Tarquin did not seem bothered, and he sipped at his own glass of wine before taking a deep breath and moving into the next matter.

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bxdcubes  asked:

yesyesyes, that exactly, <3 extra points for a growling puppy pile that one time stiles got a bit hurt.

It’s Peter’s job to comfort and pamper Stiles after he gets hurt, to make sure his future mate isn’t in too much pain or hurting himself further because Stiles has a tendency to push himself too far when he tries to go about his day per usual even while he’s injured. But then Peter goes downstairs for like ten minutes to fetch some food for Stiles, and then he hears a thump outside and a second heartbeat and a scent that he’s really starting to hate, and by the time he’s rushed back upstairs, that idiot pup Scott went and gave the Bite to is hovering over a half-dozing Stiles, fussing over the bandages that Peter patched Stiles up with, which means those bandages cover Stiles’ injuries goddamn perfectly so Liam has no right to fiddle with them like he thinks he can do better. Liam has no right to touch Stiles at all, especially when Stiles is in such a vulnerable state. Peter’s only consolation is that Liam’s wolf is at least sensible enough to realize that Peter is higher up in the hierarchy than he is so he always backs off when Peter flashes fangs at him. The problem is, the stupid boy keeps coming back.

Stiles is just lying in bed, thoroughly annoyed with a fast-approaching headache on the horizon because these two idiots are having yet another dick-waving contest over him for some reason. He really just wants to sleep but he can’t when Peter’s bullying Liam again, and Liam’s unintentionally hitting every insecurity Peter has about Stiles leaving him one day for someone better.

Stiles is not above manipulation when it suits him though so he uses his pitiful wounded state to first catch Peter’s hand and drag him into bed with him until his wolf’s put his fangs away and plastered himself against Stiles instead. Aggressive cuddling is not far-off from what Peter is doing.

And then, before Peter can stop him, Stiles flips a hand at Liam to summon Scott’s puppy over and yank him down as well when he’s close enough.  Peter growls, and Liam growls back, which almost has Peter lunging for the brat’s throat. Stiles just rolls his eyes and snuggles into Peter to keep his wolf in check. He isn’t quite used to being in a puppy pile with anyone other than Peter, but for the sake of some rest, he doesn’t stop Liam from pressing closer either. With Stiles halfway on top of Peter, and Liam on Stiles’ other side, the two will just have to deal with each other’s presence for now.

The Perfect Piece Steve X Reader

(Credit goes to GIFS original owner)

For Jamie

Fandom: Marvel,Captain America,Avengers

Charcters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1887


You sit in a room of the quinjet alone.The room is small,but cosy,with one of those fancy electrical fires to keep you warm. You are seated in a snug,bright pink beanbag,that is coated with famous signatures that you have collected over the past couple of months travelling.Inserted into your ears are two cupcake shaped headphones,playing “I’m holding out for a hero!” on constant loop,a counter measure to the quinjet’s engine,which made you somewhat uneasy.

In your hands there held a small note pad,filled with an assortment of various drawings of your team mates.The one the note pad contained most about was Steve,he had the greatest amount of good angles,and his expressions varied the most,a great piece to examine for artwork.Currently,you were working on a picture of Steve in a tuxedo,using a photograph for reference.You are so enamoured into your masterpiece,you completely bypass the landing of the quinjet,resulting in a knock on the door,which you could only barely hear due to your headphones.

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No Pressure (Bias x Reader) Pt.1

Plot request: You’re a trainee at an agency and your bias is your dance instructor. No pressure. 

You stand in the middle of the practice room, heart pounding. Your shirt is damp from sweat and standing still make your already tired body cold from the air conditioner. You check the clock on the wall. It’s minutes to one in the morning. Why am I still here?

Because you’ve trained and practiced until your feet bled to get and stay here. You were scouted out from your dance videos that you’ve uploaded. Evidently they saw potential so you continued to work hard to not disappoint them. So here you were in Korea, far from home and forcing your body to get this choreography. Also because your instructor won’t stop dancing. 

You stand still for a moment to gather the next moves in your mind, hoping to execute them physically. That’s when B/N rushes you to start dancing. 

He’s been annoying you the entire week. The performance was coming up and you still had a hard time with the moves. So he kept pushing you. You’ve stopped getting irritated. You just ignore him and go at your own pace. He stops the music, breathing hard as he turns to you.

“It’s one in the morning, why are you stopping? Let’s get this done, I want to go home,” after he thinks he’s scolded you to work, he turns the music back on. 

But you won’t let him have the last word, “It is because it’s one in the morning why I’m stopping because I’m freaking tired!” 

He rolls his eyes and you wish you hadn’t said anything, “Stop complaining, you wanted this. This performance could determine your place in the industry,” he looks you up and down, “If you make it that far,” 

You don’t let it show how his words hurt you. Almost as if you don’t deserve to be here, “You know what…just go home. I’ll practice on my own,” You shove past him to turn on the music. He does exactly as you tell him, casually taking his stuff and leaving you in the room with the music blaring. 

You practice alone, imagining him dancing with you. Some of the moves can’t be done because he’s not here. But you also can’t ignore the nagging pain in your left knee. You’ve resisted limping around him, not wanting him to tell the directors that you were incapable. You want to keep dancing but you don’t want to injure it further. Then you really won’t have a career. 

You start dancing and when you think all is going well, you make the wrong move and you’re on ground grabbing your knee. It’s too loud for anyone to hear you scream, so you just lay there waiting for the pain to subside. 

You’re laying in the cold for about five minutes when the door opens and B/N walks back in. He looks at you with annoyance. 

“Yes, I can see how hard you’re practicing,” 

You resist crying for two reasons: this asshole is in the room and you don’t want him to know that you’re in pain. 

He throws his jacket that he’s left over his shoulder and is heading towards the door by the time you get to your feet. You try to put weight on both legs but the sharp pain returns and you’re back on the ground again. He looks back at you and you try to look as normal as possible. 

Except he doesn’t leave. He crosses his arms, “If you’re that tired, just go home like you said,” You ignore him and he leaves again. This time you don’t try to get up. You drag yourself to your bag to call any of your friends who happen to be awake at this hour. No one is. You limp to turn off all of the equipment. You’re about to leave the room when the door opens and you fall forward. 

B/N grabs your hand to steady you, “If you were injured why didn’t you say something?” 

You pull your hand from his, “Someone’s a little less of an ass right now,” you limp past him and answer his question, “Why do you think?” 

“I don’t know, maybe because that’s the logical thing to do,” You push the button for the elevator, “You need to get off of that leg,” 

You motion to yourself leaving, “Trying,” but he’s still beside you, “You can leave now,” 

You get in the elevator and he joins you. The silence is ringing by the time the door closes as neither of you two talk. You hold onto the railing and when the elevator dings you motion him to leave first. He doesn’t, so you do. 

You feel his hand on your back and you can guess what’s coming next, “If you pick me up I swear,” but he does anyway. His hand is under your legs and you keep your body as still as possible. It’s not like you’ve never been this close to him. Your choreography together is full of close contact, but this is somehow different. 

For someone who just finished dancing for nearly seven hours, he doesn’t smell that bad. You hope the same for yourself. 

“Where did you park?” 

You swallow nervously. Of all the days to take public transportation. But you motion to the white fancy car parked. 

“We have the same car then,” he says walking towards it anyway, and you feel so stupid, “Where do you live then?” 

“Look, just take me to the bus stop or call a cab. You don’t have to take me home,” 

“Yes,” He walks to the passenger side and sets you down, “I’ll just drop an injured girl on the side of the road or entrust her to a strangers care when I can do it myself,” you keep standing, testing out your knee at the same time. Not good enough to do anything. 

He takes your bag, putting it inside. He motions for you to go inside, and you look at his arm, finally taking note of the shirt he’s wearing. A loose tank top cut low; you can practically see the side of his torso and the veins wrapped around his arm.

You sigh, getting inside the car. He waits until you’re inside and closes the door. 

The drive is quiet until he asks, “How long has it been hurting?” 

“About a week,” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Now we might not even be able to do the dance,” 

You slap your thigh, “See, that’s why,” he glances at you from your outburst, “If you really don’t like dancing with me then ask for someone else. Sorry if I don’t get it as fast as you do. Hell, I’m sorry I’m injured,” 

You’re not sorry for speaking your mind though, but he doesn’t say anything, making you extremely anxious. When you get home, he tells you to wait. He gets something out of the trunk and opens your door. He takes your bad leg, with greater care than you expected. 

He slips a black fabric up your leg, fastening it around your knee and thigh. It’s tight but actually helps mask the pain. 

“It’s a knee brace. I don’t know the extent of your injury, but you should get it checked out. Don’t come back until they say you’re clear,” he helps you up and you find there’s not much pain when you stand. 

He helps you to your door, “Thank you,” you tell him, surprised you’d ever have to use those two words with him. 

He gives a nod and turns to leave. Before you close your door, he says, “Don’t bother giving it back once you heal. Every dancer needs one, so just keep it,” 

You whisper your gratitude but he’s already gone. 

This is gonna be a super short series. Like one more chapter.

I gotta say

About Chris Jericho on this last Raw. Great on-the-fly thinking on his part. He saw Adrian Neville was injured, went for a roll-up to end the match without risking further injury to Neville’s leg, and when the ref failed to count the pinfall, he got up and pushed the ref around for a DQ ending.

You can clearly hear Jericho yell to the ref that Neville was injured as he shoved him.

Then after all that, he shouts for a mic so he can do a short impromptu heel promo to buy time for AJ Styles to get to the ramp, who probably wasn’t quite ready to come out for another couple minutes.

Props to Jericho for staying in character basically the whole time too.

Neville, here’s hoping you’re not out for long. You’re crazy talented and deserve to be out there in the spotlight.

midnight-wonder  asked:

Number 20, Rowan x Aelin :)

Of course! This one was harder for me to write because I started off enjoying it and then I realized how exhausted I was half way through…oh well, I hope it’s not too disappointing. Enjoy!

20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”


Fire crackled against the night sky as bonfires were lit and wrung about the battlefield like garland. Smoke curled like a fresh brew, yet to be touched by the flesh and bones of the sure to be fallen. It would be easier this way, Rowan had said, easier to remove the slack limbs of the enemy once we’ve won and needed to cleanse the fields. But that wasn’t the only reason for the fires. Everyone under her lead knew that the queen could amass great power from the embers, and that her bright light wouldn’t harm them if touched by a flame. Aedion’s lupine grin upon the aspect of not burning was eerily similar to the dark smile on his cousin’s lips when she mentioned her plans to her closest warriors. If all worked accordingly, they would be victorious.

The plan could not fail.

Grunting, Aedion removed the Sword of Orynth from his enemy’s gut, swinging it upward to splice the tendons of the man barreling towards him. He sensed an oncoming attack from behind and let out a low snarl as he whirled around and slashed outward. The corpse fell in a puddle of his comrade’s blood. Up ahead, Rowan was a whirlwind of death. Aelin not far behind him.

It took all but less than a second for Aedion to marvel at the two of them together. He had come to terms with their bond, especially once he himself also became bonded to Aelin, but the connection between the two was something much deeper than anyone other than them could begin to understand. The way they moved, as though they already knew the other’s actions before they occurred, was incredible. All she had to do was look up, tilt her head, and suddenly he was throwing her in the air while she cut down four men with one swing of Goldryn.

Rowan turned to her, his eyes bright, and she grinned as blood trickled down from a gash on her forehead. They wove around one another like tree vines or the currents of a storm. A soldier somehow snuck through the fray and charged towards Rowan’s blindside. Before Aedion could shout, Aelin was there, ripping apart flesh with her bare hands. The Carranam continued to make their way uphill, leaving trails of bodies in their wake.

The only other people Aedion had seen act in such a synchronized way were the twins, Connall and Fenrys. But even the Cadre could agree that Rowan and Aelin were something else entirely. Nobody has seen such a connection since the time of Brannon and Athril.

A shriek of rage rebounded throughout the clearing.

Aelin paled as she beheld the bloodied face of her estranged friend, Ansel. The High Queen of the Wastes placed a hand against her side, staunching the flow of blood, while she raised her sword against the one who stabbed her. But then Gavriel was there, a storm of claws and fangs and fur, and the man was gone before Ansel could fully draw her weapon.

Gavriel shifted back to his Fae form and lifted Ansel in his arms, clutching her to his chest while he nodded towards Aelin and Rowan. The two of them fleeted off the field, no doubt headed towards the infirmary tent where Yrene, their best healer, would be heavily occupied.

But the moment was yet to cease. Aedion knew it was far from over, and hearing the agony of his fellow warriors was enough to thrust him back into action.

A gust of wind tore through the mountain pass, followed by a steady trickle of rain. Aelin wanted to shout in fury. Of course, it would start to rain now while her fires still licked the sky. Rowan used the natural winds to his advantage, wrapping them around the airways of Adarlanian men and suffocating them. The clank of metal against iron, shadows tearing into light, thundered against the rolling hills. It wasn’t long before the full brunt of the maelstrom was upon them.

The reek of carrion burned Aelin’s nose as she turned towards a dark crevice in the northern forest. Unnatural shadows filtered between the limbs of skeletal trees, thrashing and writhing like fathom hands. A single face appeared in the dark, his pale skin gleaming like a beacon. Aelin felt her chest seize and cursed viciously. The Valg had finally arrived.

Laid before her was an ocean of death, and she reached out through her Carranam connection to warn Rowan mentally. They’ve come; towards the northern passage.

Don’t engage and keep your eyes down. I will be right behind you.

She didn’t need to hear more before sprinting towards the clearing in the woods. No doubt the blood misting against her skin was that of the men Rowan was cutting down behind her in her pursuit. They broke into the darkness, welcoming the eerie yet familiar sensation.

Her blade was shaft of light as she brought it down against the neck of the nearest prince. Screams from his fellow brothers hurt her ears, but she didn’t flinch as she punched through the veil of black clouds, fire dancing off her in waves.

The flames caressed her skin lovingly, relishing in the feel of being used. Wind picked up around them, helping the fire grow mountainous. Bitter pain tore against her left side as one of the Valg propelled through the fire and ripped into her. She swung at him, connecting, and hissed in pain as blood trickled from her wound. Aelin saw an opening as it swooped down, and she brought Galdryn up in an arc of light, severing the prince’s head.

While taking a brief moment to gather her breath, Aelin turned to face Rowan, sweat trickling down her temple, and took a step forward to help him.

A hand shot out, grabbing her by the neck, and a searing pain pierced through her spine as something thick and sharp dug into her back and shoved through. Coldness seeped into her veins, quickly accompanied by an unwelcomed fire. Aelin couldn’t stop the shriek of agony that tore from her, feeling herself be consumed in darkness.

Rowan whirled around, eyes wide, and froze.

His mouth opened in horror, a scream ripping through that rendered the rest of the world silent.

The Valg thrust Aelin aside, throwing her into the nearest tree with a whiplash force. She hit the ground hard with a sickening thump, feeling numbness spread. Her eyes remained open long enough to watch as Rowan was instantly upon the prince, snarling loudly and shredding into the enemy with his bare hands. His eyes were wild, lips curled back to bare his teeth as he gnashed and bit into flesh that wasn’t really flash and reduced the man to nothing. Black blood coated the ground like an oil slick, spreading towards where she lay prone before the oak tree.

And then Rowan was in front of her, starring at her with terrified eyes. Her vision blurred and a groan emitted from between her clenched teeth. The pain was near unbearable now, and Aelin knew with dawning horror that the Valg’s claws must have been dipped in some type of venom or iron, enough so to render a Fae dead. Rowan cradled her body to his chest, being surpassingly gentle with her head as he rested it against his shoulder, and wrapped his massive arms around her torso.

“Aelin,” he said frantically. Her tongue felt laden in iron. He shook her gently. “Aelin, please.” A hysterical tone creeped into his voice, his green eyes pained. Aelin tried to reach out to him, to comfort him, but she felt herself slipping into the abyss. If the iron in her veins felt awful, seeing her Carranam in such agony was absolute torment.  He buried his head between her neck and shoulder, shuddering. The harrowing pain of fear that leaked from him into her nearly brought her to tears. Rowan, she mentally tried weakly. Breathing became troublesome.

His head whipped up, madly seeking out her eyes. She clenched her eyes tight as another wave of pain rippled against her spine. He was saying something to her, probably even yelling, but she couldn’t fathom anything beyond his powerful arms and the poison in her heart.

A roar wrecked over the treetops, sending anything within miles running. Rowan was most likely calling for aid, but as he continued to press her into his shoulder, hands shaking, she realized why he hadn’t bothered to run her to the infirmary tent. He didn’t want to move her further and risk injuring her already cracking body.

Through the pulsing in her head, she came to long enough to hear him whisper painfully into her ear, “Aelin, you need to wake up. Because I can’t do this without you. Please, Aelin…Aelin.”

She tried to scream his name through their bond, tried to reach him, but all she could do was rest against his hulking frame as the energy inside her was drained.

Moments later, another figure entered the clearing. More screaming, more pleading, and Aelin knew this person was Aedion. She didn’t know if her tears quickened, or if she was even capable of crying at all. But the agony in her heart rivaled that of her wounds.

A soft aroma of rain and dandelion fluff tickled Aelin’s nose. She understood that Yrene must be close by for her scent to infiltrate the paralysis of the dark. Another sharp twinge echoed against her skin, and she heard Rowan murmur, “You can rest now, Aelin…” before she allowed sleep to take her.

I Think I Might Be Dead

I might be dead. I honestly don’t know and it’s the most disturbing feeling I’ve ever had. Actually what is really unsettling is that that is the most rational explanation I can come up with.

This whole thing started late last fall. Looking back on other things that have happened to me it might have actually started way before that but for now let focus on that night last fall.

I was driving home after an evening of playing cards with friends in the city. It was getting late in the season and snow had begun falling pretty regularly. That night was no exception. It wasn’t a blizzard by any means but it was that type of snow with the huge flakes that fall really slowly. At night on the highway my head lights turned them into spots of reflected light in the darkness. It was kind of like driving through a field of stars just like what the pilots in Sci-Fi movies see right before taking off into hyperspace. The snow clouds blocked out even the light from the moon making it even darker than it usually is. The snow and the hour combined to mean that there were hardly any other vehicles on the road. One of the biggest dangers of driving in conditions like this is that the limited field of vision and the falling snow is almost hypnotic. It’s pretty easy to relax and kinda get sucked in to watching only the snow.

I was starting to fall into that state. I’d been driving long enough that the car had warmed up to a comfortable temperature and I’d settled in for the hour or so drive. When the peaceful star field in front of me was interrupted by the presence of two huge creatures my first thought was to be upset that they had disrupted my drive. That was quickly washed away by “Oh man this is going to suck”! There wasn’t really time avoid them by altering my course and there definitely wasn’t time to slow down or stop on the snow covered road. I crashed into the back end of second moose at full speed.

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you burst through the door, your feet moving faster than your mind at this point. you scanned the familiar room for someone, anyone who could direct you to where you needed to go. a bald man in black pointed towards the back room as soon as he’d seen you, knowing exactly who you were. running towards the entrance you were met with your boyfriend’s trainer, who stood outside a white door. 

“he’s in here,” he said monotonously, his gaze staying pinned to the floor, never seeming to be able to meet your own. your stomach dropped. 

you prepared yourself for the worst, the tears already brimming in your eyes as you twisted the door handle. it felt like you had spent a year staring at that golden knob, all your prior actions in a hurry to get here as fast as you could, but now that you had, you didn’t know if you could do it. 

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The Latest: Fewer casualties likely in quake damaged hotel

AMATRICE, Italy — The Latest on the earthquake in central Italy (all times local):


2:30 a.m.

Italian rescue workers are expecting fewer casualties than initially feared at the site of a hotel that was badly damaged in Wednesday’s earthquake.

Officials initially said about 70 people had been staying at the Hotel Roma in the central Italian town of Amatrice when the quake struck.

But an official with Italy’s civil protection agency, Luigi d'Angelo, told Sky TG24 that about 35 people had been staying at the hotel, and most had managed to get out. Carlo Cardinali, a local fire official taking part in the search efforts at the hotel, estimated that about 10 guests were missing.

Five bodies have been pulled from the rubble.

Workers had been forced to suspend their search at the hotel, though overnight searches for earthquake survivors were continuing elsewhere.



Among the victims of an earthquake in Italy was an 18-month-old girl whose mother survived the deadly earthquake of 2009 in nearby L'Aquila and moved away from there after that terrible experience.

The news agency ANSA reported that the toddler, Marisol Piermarini, was sleeping in her bed in the family’s vacation home in Arquata del Tronto when the quake struck early Wednesday.

Her mother, Martina Turco, survived the earthquake that struck L'Aquila, killing more than 300 people. Now she is being treated in a hospital after being pulled from the rubble as the family mourns the death of the little girl.


11:45 p.m.

Italian authorities say that the death toll in an earthquake on Wednesday has risen to 159.

The civil protection agency gave the updated figure shortly before midnight in Italy, some 20 hours after the earthquake struck. The tremors reduced three towns to rubble and sparked urgent search efforts.


11:40 p.m.

Some of the survivors of an earthquake in Italy are spending their first night in a makeshift shelter on the edge of Amatrice, a town destroyed in Italy’s quake on Wednesday.

Late into the night a temporary shelter in a sports centre was still being prepared.

Residents forced from destroyed or damaged homes arrived clutching some of their own belongings and lining up for blankets, sweaters and other donated items to get through a chilly night in the hilltop town. Officials say the death toll is at 159.

Bottled water and cookies were put out for the displaced people, as were diapers, though no babies were there.


10:45 p.m.

A rescue official says Italian rescue workers have been forced to suspend their search at the site of a hotel that was badly damaged in Wednesday’s earthquake.

Officials say about 70 people had been staying at the Hotel Roma in the central Italian town of Amatrice when the quake struck early Wednesday. Five bodies have been pulled from the rubble so far.

A rescue worker told The Associated Press about 10 p.m. that it was too dark and dangerous to continue, speaking on condition of anonymity because he was not authorized to speak to the media. An AP photographer went to the site and saw it was pitch black.

One of the people killed in the rubble of the hotel was an 11-year-old boy who had initially given signs of life.

Overnight searchers for earthquake survivors or victims were continuing in some other places in central Italy.

___ Alessandra Tarantino in Amatrice.


8:35 p.m.

A 10-year-old girl has been pulled alive from the rubble in Pescara del Tronto, one of the three towns most severely demolished by the earthquake in central Italy.

You can hear something under here. Quiet, quiet,“ one rescue worker said, before soon urging her on: "Come on, Giulia, come on, Giulia. … Watch your head.”

Cheers broke out when she was pulled out.

Two women ran up the street yelling “She’s alive!”

Chief firefighter Danilo Dionesei confirmed the girl was pulled out alive and was taken to a nearby hospital.

He didn’t immediately give any further details about her condition.


8:25 p.m.

President Barack Obama is telling Italian President Sergio Mattarella that the U.S. sends its thoughts and prayers after the earthquake that killed at least 120 people and injured hundreds.

The White House says Obama spoke to Mattarella by phone on Wednesday. White House spokesman Josh Earnest says the president saluted the “quick action” by first responders in Italy.

Earnest says the U.S. State Department is working to provide assistance to any Americans who may be affected.


8:10 p.m.

Italy’s health minister says many children were among the 120 victims of the earthquake in the country’s centre .

Minister Beatrice Lorenzin spoke to the AP Wednesday as she left the quake-hit Amatrice on foot, but didn’t specify how many children were among those killed or injured.

She said that while there’s no immediate blood emergency in the quake-hit zone, residents will have other health needs down the line, especially psychological.

The area hardest hit by the quake is a popular vacation spot for Italians enjoying the final days of summer. For Romans, the medieval hamlets 90 minutes’ drive from the capital are popular spots for country houses.

Lorenzin said the rescue operation functioned well.

“Sadly we are used to this phenomenon,” she said.


7:50 p.m.

U.N. spokesman Stephane Dujarric says Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon has expressed his condolences to the people and governments of quake-hit Italy and Myanmar.

He said Wednesday Ban “is very much saddened” by the loss of life and damage done by the earthquakes in the two countries.

Dujarric added the U.N. Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs is in contact with Italian authorities and along with its partners stands ready to support the government and local organizations “should any humanitarian support be needed.”


7:25 p.m.

Italian Premier Matteo Renzi says the death toll from the quake that hit central Italy has risen to 120.

Renzi spoke Wednesday evening in the provincial capital of Rieti after visiting rescue crews and survivors in the hard-hit town of Amatrice and flying over other demolished towns in nearby Le Marche region.

Renzi said 34 people died in Le Marche, the rest from the other towns. He also says the identification of quake bodies was a difficult process.


6:45 p.m.

U.S. Secretary of State John Kerry has offered his condolences to Italian Foreign Minister Paolo Gentiloni for “the loss of life and devastation” caused by the earthquake in central Italy.

U.S. State Department spokesman John Kirby said Wednesday that Kerry had offered any U.S. assistance that Italy might require and made clear “the American people stand with Italians in this difficult time.”

He said Kerry pledged to stay in close contact as search, rescue and recovery efforts continue.


4:40 p.m.

Sniffer dogs, earthmovers and other heavy equipment are arriving to the quake zone area to help with the rescue effort and provide for those left homeless by the earthquake.

Tent cities and kitchens were being set up in and around the major towns hit by Wednesday’s magnitude 6 temblor.

More than 12 hours after the quake struck a slow procession of earth-moving vehicles loaded on the beds of firetrucks made their way to the edge of the hard-hit hilltop city Amatrice.

Rescue teams poured in from nearby regions: spelologists from Umbria, Alpine rescue experts from Abruzzo and canine units from elsewhere in Italy.


4:00 p.m.

Italy’s civil protection agency says the death toll from the magnitude 6 earthquake in central Italy has reached 73.

The head of the agency’s emergency service, Immacolata Postiglione, gave the breakdown at a briefing Wednesday but stressed that the figures were still provisional.

The civil protection agency is co-ordinating the rescue, which has involved hundreds of crews from across Italy and even the Vatican. It is setting up tent cities around the hard hit cities to care for the thousands of people left homeless.


3:50 p.m.

Even the Vatican has sent a rescue crew to the quake zone to help with recovery efforts.

The Vatican press office said a six-man team from the Vatican City State’s fire squad went to Amatrice early Thursday. A statement said the decision was taken as a “sign of the pope’s concrete proximity to the people affected by the quake.”

Pope Francis scrapped his usual Wednesday catechism lesson for pilgrims in St. Peter’s Square to lead the faithful instead in reciting the rosary prayer for the victims.


3:30 p.m.

Rescuers have pulled dozens of people young and old from the rubble of Italy’s powerful earthquake, while trying to keep some victims calm as they waited to be pulled to safety.

One ranger had to persuade an 80-year-old woman trapped under the debris of her home to go ahead and urinate where she was since they couldn’t get her out anytime soon.

The ranger said: “Listen, I know it’s not nice to say but if you need to pee you just do it.”

The woman was later taken to the Ascoli Piceno hospital. Her 47-year-old daughter who lived with her was killed.


2:30 p.m.

A geologist in Poland says that the magnitude 6 earthquake in central Italy was caused by the slow but constant under-surface movement of the African Plate toward Europe.

Jerzy Zaba of the Silesian University in Katowice, in southern Poland, said Wednesday that a wedge-shaped front of the African Plate is pressing into the Eurasian Plate in the Adriatic Sea region and pushes into the neighbouring regions, like Italy’s Apennine Mountains. The tension that accumulates leads to a sudden release in the form of under-surface rock movement that causes earth tremors.

Zaba told Polish PAP agency that the African Plate is moving northwards at the speed of up to 5 centimetres (2 inches) a year.


2:15 p.m.

A resident of the hamlet of Illica, north of hard-hit Amatrice, reached for a literary reference to describe the scene after the earthquake hit.

Agostino Severo, a Rome resident visiting Illica, said: “We came out to the piazza, and it looked like ‘Dante’s Inferno.’ People crying for help, help. Rescue workers arrived after one hour… one and a half hours.”


1:30 p.m.

The quake-hit Italian city of Amatrice is famed as the birthplace of one of the most famous Roman dishes: spaghetti all'amatriciana, a hearty dish of pasta made with bacon-like bits of cured pork jowl, pecorino cheese and tomato.

Amatrice, in fact, was due to have its annual festival honouring its namesake food on Aug. 27-28 in the historic centre now rendered to rubble.

Legend has it that the amatriciana sauce was originally prepared only with the pork — known as guanciale — and sheep-milk pecorino available to peasants, and that tomatoes were added at a later date.


1:10 p.m.

The mayor of quake-devastated Amatrice says rescue teams are trying to reach all 69 hamlets around his central Italian city and that so far 17 deaths have been confirmed in Amatrice alone.

But Mayor Sergio Pirozzi tells The Associated Press: “I believe the number will rise.”

Pirozzi, wearing a blue sweatshirt with “Amatrice” on it, said he had given rescue teams indications of which hamlets might have people still trapped under debris.

Italy’s civil protection service says the preliminary toll from Wednesday’s 6 magnitude quake is 38.


12:30 p.m.

Italian Premier Matteo Renzi says the priority for the coming days is to rescue any survivors of the devastating earthquake and that he will head to the zone later in the day.

In brief remarks, Renzi thanked rescue workers who dug through debris, some with their bare hands, to reach residents crushed by their homes.

Renzi says that in times of trouble, Italy shows its true face. He says: “No family, no city, no hamlet will be left alone.”


12:20 p.m.

German leaders have offered condolences and assistance to Italy following the devastating earthquake.

Foreign Minister Frank-Walter Steinmeier said that “if it is wanted, we are of course ready to provide support.”

Chancellor Angela Merkel expressed “the deep sympathy of the German people” in a message Wednesday to Italian Premier Matteo Renzi. She wrote that “the pictures of the devastation are shocking.”


12:05 p.m.

French President Francois Hollande is offering Italy “all the help that might be necessary” after the deadly earthquake in Umbria.

Calling it a “terrible tragedy” in a statement after a special security meeting Wednesday, Hollande offered the support of “all the French people.” He didn’t elaborate on what help France is offering.


11:59 a.m.

The European Union’s top crisis management official says Italy has requested satellite images of earthquake-hit parts of the country as Rome tries to establish the scope of the damage.

Commissioner Christos Stylianides said Wednesday that the EU emergency response centre is in contact with Italian civil protection authorities to see what additional help might be required.

Stylianides conveyed the EU’s condolences and expressed solidarity with Italy, saying that its “thoughts are also with the first responders and all those involved in the rescue operations.”


11:55 a.m.

Italy’s civil protection agency says at least 37 people have died in the magnitude 6 quake that struck central Italy.

The agency, which is co-ordinating the rescue effort, gave the preliminary toll as rescue teams continued to claw through debris in hard-hit towns.

Previously, reports and officials had said at least 23 were dead.


11:15 a.m.

Israel’s leader says he has offered Italy rescue assistance following the magnitude 6 earthquake that shook the country.

A statement from the office of Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu on Wednesday says he offered the help to his Italian counterpart Matteo Renzi. The statement says he sends his condolences to the people of Italy.

Italy and Israel are close allies. Israel often offers and sends rescue assistance to countries that have experienced temblors.


11:05 a.m.

Italy’s forestry police say they have extracted dozens of people alive from hard-hit Pescara del Tronto in Italy’s Le Marche region, but rescue crews still haven’t reached the nearby hamlet of Peracchia di Acqua Santa Terme.

The forestry police joined Italian carabinieri, firefighters, civil protection crews, Red Cross workers, army and Alpine troops in the rescue effort in towns hit by the magnitude 6 quake in central Italy. Pescara del Tronto was one of the hardest-hit towns, along with Accumoli and Amatrice.


10:50 a.m.

Residents say another town in central Italy has been devastated by the 6 magnitude quake: Pescara del Tronto in the province of Ascoli Picenza, in eastern Le Marche region.

The ANSA news agency reported 10 dead there, but there was no official confirmation.

The main road into and out of the town was covered in debris, making rescue difficult; residents were digging their neighbours out by hand. Photos taken from the air by regional firefighters showed much of the tiny town essentially flattened


10:40 a.m.

Pope Francis has skipped his catechism lesson during his Wednesday general audience and instead led pilgrims in praying the rosary for the victims of Italy’s earthquake.

Holding a rosary in his right hand, Francis told the crowd that he was stunned by the devastation of the magnitude 6 temblor that struck central Italy early Wednesday. He said he wanted to express his pain and solidarity with the victims.

The crowd in St. Peter’s Square recited the prayer along with him.


7 a.m.

The ANSA news agency says two bodies have been pulled from the rubble of quake-hit Amatrice in central Italy after a strong quake levelled buildings as residents slept.

Many buildings in centre of Amatrice were razed by the 6.1 magnitude quake, which struck at 3:36 a.m. Wednesday. As dawn broke, residents with shovels and emergency workers with bulldozers were beginning to try to reach people trapped under the debris and clear blocked roads.

The two bodies mark the first known victims of the quake, although the mayor of the other hard-hit town of Accumoli, Stefano Petrucci, says a family of four is buried without any signs of life.


6:15 a.m.

The mayor of the quake-hit town of Accumoli says a family of four has been located under the debris of a collapsed building and but there are no signs of life.

Mayor Stefano Petrucci told state-run RaiNews24 that there was also another victim in the town, which is close to the epicenter of Italy’s 6.1 magnitude quake.

Officials say Accumoli and Amatrice have been the hardest hit by the quake. Residents across a broad swath of central Italy felt the temblor, which struck at 3:36 a.m. and sent people running into the streets.


5 a.m.

The mayor of the Umbrian town of Amatrice, hit hard by the 6.1 magnitude quake, says residents are buried under the debris of collapsed buildings and that “the town isn’t here anymore.”

Sergio Pirozzi told state-run RAI radio and Sky TG24 that he needs heavy equipment to clear rubble-clogged streets to get to the injured.

Asked if there were any dead he said: “Look there are houses that aren’t here anymore. I hope we get some help.”

The quake struck central Italy, near Rieti, shortly after 3:30 a.m. and was followed by several aftershocks.


This story that the girl pulled alive from rubble was 10-years-old and not 8.

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