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Little Witch (Part 2)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 563

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I cannot believe so many people liked Little witch. You guys made me so happy. After posting the story I went to bed and was really surprised in the morning when i saw that there were already 270 notes, 10 messages and 70 new followers. I’m amazed. You are awesome! ♥ I did my best to write this part and i know it may be a little boring but i promise the next ones (of course, if you want me to post them) to be more interesting. Please let me know what you think and if you would like to write from someone’s P.O.V. Enjoy ♥ (and sorry for the mistakes) 

Part 1

Originally posted by sexy-stan

All the avengers except Wanda and Bruce were now standing in front of the small medical center Tony had created a few months ago for situations like this. Through the transparent Plexiglas which was used as a wall, the heroes were looking at their new visitor. Wanda was inside with Dr. Banner, who was trying to find out and heal the wounds on the girl’s body.

“So what’s her name?”, Tony suddenly asked.

The whole group looked at Steve and Clint waiting for an answer. Since they came back, the girl was directly transported to the medical room, while the others were standing in the dark about what was going on.  

“She didn’t say it.”, Steve answered simply without moving his eyes from the girl inside.

“What exactly happened?”, Tony was eager to get at least some information.

“Yeah, the son of Col didn’t say anything about bringing a girl here.”

There was silent for a minute and when Clint saw Steve wouldn’t tell anything due to being sunk deep in his thoughts again, he recounted the story.

After the girl had recognized the American hero – Captain America, she gave them a chance to speak why they were here and what were they exactly doing. Wanda was the one who had talked most maybe because she knew how the girl was feeling at that moment.

“We are not Hydra’s agents. I know you are scared, probably frightened to death, but we just want to help you. ”, Wanda had spoken softly.

“How did you find me?”

“We have some sources that let us know when someone is in danger. There’s nothing you can be suspicious of. Come with us, we will give you food, clothes…answers.”, Steve had succeeded in attracting her attention.

“I-”, the girl had been glancing at the faces of each hero standing in front of her seeing the pure sincerity in their eyes. She hardly had come with a decision.

“If you don’t like us or feel threatened you can go, but give us a chance. We won’t let you down, I promise.”, with those words spoken from the brown-haired witch, who the girl began liking since the beginning, the little witch had accepted their offer still slightly suspicious.

“Through the whole flight Wanda was the only one who talked with her. I think she is the one who the girl trusts.”, Clint noted as he finished the story.

“Can we trust her?”, Nat questioned, “I mean, she is powerful, that can be seen, but what if it’s a Hydra’s way to get in here and collect important information about us, S.H.I.E.L.D?”

“I do not think so.”, Peter finally interfered with the conversation. He, as Steve, hadn’t stopped looking at the girl they found alone in the deep woods hours ago, “If you had seen her face when we came…”, her (y/e/c), full with tears and at the same time with rage appeared in front of him, “I have no clue what they did to her but it’s definitely not good.”

“I have the same opinion. We know what Hydra can do to their experiments. I saw what they have done to Bucky. It won’t surprise me if she had gone through the same.”

“Mr. Stark, I found the girl.”, Jarvis’ voice sounded through the corridor they were all standing in.

“You made him check her?!”

“Of course, Clint. I want to know who is coming in the base.”, Tony declared and then spoken to Jarvis, “What did you find out?”

“It was hard given the fact that her face hasn’t been seen by any camera in the world since ten years ago. However, I managed to do my job. Her name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). At the age of seven she was kidnapped from her parents as they were on a vacation in Russia. Strangely, it seems the parents weren’t that eager to find her. They ended the seeking after a year. ”

At the same time in the medical room, Bruce and Wanda were trying to understand more about (Y/N)’s conditional and powers.

“So you are a witch, too?”, (Y/n) asked as her eyes widened from happiness.

“Yes, (Y/n), I am, just like you.”

“How did you become? You were born with it or?”

“Sadly, my powers aren’t natural. I got them the same as you – Hydra gave them to me. ”, Wanda was sitting opposite the girl, while Bruce was doing his job, “Some years ago, me and my brother, Pietro, were taken my Hydra so they could do tests on us.”

“And what were they doing to you?”

“They used something like a scepter and did different things to examine our powers. That’s all I remember.”, Wanda gave a smile to this little girl who had probably went through the same as her.

“So your stay there was like a holiday in comparison with mine.”, the girl stated with a bitterness in her voice.

“Was it that bad?”, Bruce spoke for the first time since he came there to observe the girl, “We have seen what Hydra have done to some people, but-”

“But you can never imagine or feel what they did to me so don’t act as though you had a clue how they tortured me.”

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t mean to-”, Bruce began apologizing but the girl stopped him.

“I see you’re trying to make me feel comfortable and so on but there’s no need to exaggerate.”, the girl’s stomach groaned and she hurried to put her hands over it to silence the sound.

“How can I be so stupid?! We are here from hours and you haven’t eaten anything in days and we still haven’t given you water or something to eat. I’m coming in minutes.”, Wanda was almost out of the room when she turned around, “Do you want anything specific or whatever I bring?”

“Whatever you bring.”, the girl answered but Wanda had already used her powers to see what the girl longed for to eat.

Bruce and (Y/n) stayed in silence until the doctor decided to ruin it by asking a simple question.

“Do you know what powers you have?”

“No and I don’t even know how to control them.”

“We can befriend you to learn how to cope with them. ”, the girl was about to say something but Bruce hurried to finish, “I do know how hard it can be, if you’re wondering. I have some ‘angry issues’ as Stark tends to say. When I am angry I turn into a big green monster-”

“Hulk.”, (Y/n) stated calmly as she remembered a part of a conversation, she heard years ago.

“Yes, Hulk. If I do not control it, I would kill the people I love without having a clue or regretting about it.”

Seeing how hard it was for that man to cope with his behavior and the terrified expression that appeared on his face just because of the thought of murdering his friends was enough to show her that each one of the superheroes here had gone through so dreadful situations. It showed her that she wasn’t alone anymore and that she can trust them. They will help her to recover, to control and maybe give her the family she lost ten years ago.

“Will you teach me?”, a smile spread on Bruce’s face as he murmured a positive answer.

The door opened and Wanda entered holding a tray with food.

“I hope you don’t mind inviting the others.”, seven people followed the witch in the room.

“Hello.”, the girl gave them a small smile and wave.

“I am Natasha but you can call me Nat.”, a read-head woman spoke, “Here are some clean clothes you can put on after you -”, but before Natasha had finished her sentence the girl had attacked the food.

There was a huge burger with French fries and curry sauce. She took a big bite and barely managed to chew it before taking another one.

“Sorry, ju’t úngry .”

While (Y/n) was eating the heroes introduced themselves to her. She knew some of them given the fact they had ruined some of Hydra’s experiments and bases but not their personal names. She liked them all, maybe Tony was too cocky but she did like ‘em all.

“You’d probably want to rest and recover but I have to ask you some questions. Do you mind?”, Stark didn’t want to scare the girl but he did needed answers.

“Let her at least take a shower before overwhelming her with your queries.”, when Peter stated his opinion the girl looked at him with a thankful smile. He blushed a little but tried not to break an eye contact. Even in those ripped and dirty clothes, and the messy (y/h/c) he could see the beauty in her. Something in her eyes was pulling him closer. He wanted to understand what had happened to her, what had broken her in such a way and revenge.

“Peter, show her the bathroom. We will wait you in the living room.”, and with that the avengers exited the room leaving the two teenagers inside.

“So, Peter…”, the way (Y/n) pronounced his name, as thought tasting it, feeling how it would sound, created a strange feeling in Peter’s stomach, “Where can I clean myself?”, a smirked appeared on the girl’s face as she saw the blushing boy opposite her.

Part 3

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Okay, okay, but can you all imagine what Yondu and Peter would be like if they are among themselves and, for once, agree on something. Like, for example, when they both agree that the people they are dealing with are douchebags.

Can you imagine the pure level of sass and trolling that would entail. They would be the troll-tag team.

When they are trying to get information from someone, Yondu is letting his arrow lazily circle his head and Peter just friendly reminds their opposite that Yondu is not someone you want to deal with when he’s angry.

“I mean, dude, I totally get that you don’t want to talk, everyone has their secrets, but you see, this guy here? He doesn’t understand the word privacy.”

“Ain’t got time for no privacy in my life.”

“See what I mean? And you know what he does with people who don’t want to tell him their secrets? He does horrible things, let me tell you. Like, boy, I’m traumatized over here. Got a lot of issues from that.”

“That ya do. Lots of ‘em.”

“I mean, last time? Yondu, was that last time when you let that guy dangle out the airlock for a while?”

“Naw, s’ was the time before that. Last time was the guy with the arrow.”

“Ooooh, the arrow. The arrow you sent up his…”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Oh, ouch, yeah, that was ugly.”

“Took me hours ta clean that arrow up again, lemme tell ya, son.”

“I can so imagine that. Where were we? Oh right. I think this nice person here wanted to tell us something, right?”


Or someone tries to intimidate them in a bar, Peter and Yondu nursing their drinks at the counter, not even blinking at the threat and continuing their conversation like,

“Eugh, this tastes horrible.”

“Told ya. Don’t’cha drink somethin’ again that makes ya puke.”

“I’m not the one ordering the drinks, old man.”

“Ya keep drinking my stuff. And I keep orderin’ drinks to get’cha away from the poor ladies over there.”

“Aw man. Killjoy.”

“Gimme the drink, boy.”

And Peter hands him the drink with an exasperated hand gesture and a little bow – and Yondu proceeds to pour it over the guy that threatened them.

“Darn shame for the booze!”

“You owe me a drink,” laughs Peter, grinning like a maniac as he and Yondu roll over the countertop and behind the counter and the first whistle pierces the air.


Or them being chased by the police and one of the officers goes like, “Yondu Udonta! Surrender now, or we will open fire!”

Peter and Yondu make that confused-grimace they unconsciously share – eyebrow rising, whole expression being “WTF” – and look at each other.

“The hell he thinkin’ we are?”

“I have no idea. Perhaps he’s new?”

“Ain’t teachin’ the newbies right anymore, they ain’t.”

“You are so right with that. It’s a shame.”

“We gonna show ‘em, boy?”

“You bet.”

And they proceed to escape flawlessly, albeit in the most crazy way ever seen, and Peter flips the officers off with a brilliant smile as Yondu flies them out of there.

Just – Yondu and Peter trolling the hell out of the whole galaxy, not taking anything too serious, and having the time of their lives with it.  

rfa walk in on mc touching herself

anon: How about the rfa walking in on MC just playing with her boobs. Not goofy more NSFW-y?


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he just wanted to get the game controller from your room.

♆ spread out on the bed was you, your shirt pooled around your ribcage, and your fingers lifting it up further to expose your breasts – nipples hardened and under your fingers.

♆ you sighed and bit your lip, eyes closed, and head rolling to the side. you took a handful of one of your breasts and grippe yourself hard, before licking the tip of your finger and running it over your nipple. whimpering, your other hand moved towards your waistband.

♆ poor boy was shOOK

♆ he made a move to walk away, but tripped and ended up slamming the door against the wall. you jumped.

♆ your eyes opened to see him standing in the doorway with a face flushed red, and you both froze. you couldn’t even move your shirt down to cover yourself. you just stared.

♆ “m-m-mc! i’m so s-sorry! i sh-should’ve knocked, i–” whether he was about to walk in or move further out, you didn’t know, but he lost his balance as he moved and stumbled to the foot of the bed. your body, all hot and panting and sweaty, right in front of him, ohhh god, maybe his face wasn’t the only place blood was rushing to.

♆ “u-uh, n-no it’s okay,” you stammered, still not pulling down your shirt. “i should’ve… locked the door…”

♆ yoosung paused. he tried his best not to, but he couldn’t stop looking at your naked chest. he just wanted to… god, how was he thinking about you like this?

♆ “c-could you…” he ran his hands along the end of the bed, his fingers running up your leg. “could you let me do to you… what you were doing to yourself?

♆ if you weren’t blushing before, you definitely were then.

♆ you bit your lip, swallowing your embarrassment, and nodded.

♆ finding his way around the bed, he licked his lips, inhaling before running his fingers over your stomach. you shivered, and kept your hands to your sides, giving him full access to touch you how he wanted. his eyes flickered to yours, before he gently cupped you between your thighs. his two fingers met your wetness through your leggings. you panted. the act was innocent enough, but it made you want to melt.

♆ “you’re so wet,” he said softly. “w-what were you doing that made you feel this good?”

♆ your cheeks flared up. “my breasts… are really sensitive…”

♆ yoosung gazed down your body, before climbing over you, his knee between your legs and cautiously rubbing circles into your clit over your clothes. you gasped, gripping a handful of the shoulder on his blue hoodie, and feeling his chest brush yours. your bucked your hips up.

♆ “you’re… so responsive, today.” his eyes trailed down to your naked breasts. his hand moved up your belly. “c-can i…?”

♆ “mh– yes, please.“

♆ in all the nights he made love to you, he was sure that you had never sounded as desperate as you did then.

♆ sliding his fingers over your ribcage, he took your breasts in his hands, his palms sliding over your nipples before his fingers caught them, too. his knee circled your clit a little harder, making you wrap your legs around him.

♆ leaning over, his mouth hovered over your right nipple, before ravishing it with his tongue. he sucked on your sensitive bud and flicked his tongue over it, gradually freeing one of his hands to reach underneath your pants to really feel how wet you were. he parted from your breast, his lips wet, and looked up at you, his fingers running up and down your opening.

♆ “y-you’re soaking,” he murmured against your chest, before his teeth carefully met your skin. you whimpered, and he took the tender area left behind in his mouth, tongue slack, and licking back up to your nipple. he pulled away with a lewd sound, and you felt his saliva in the wake of his mouth.

♆ his mouth moved towards your ear. “i hope you don’t mind, but i really want to f-fuck you.”


♄ in short, jaehee had a very long day at work.

♄ a very long, and a very frustrating day at work, where she was pretty sure all she had done was either figure out how to finish all the tasks jumin had given her, or how to stop herself from sitting in the staff room and crying over a mug of coffee.

she was so very, very frustrated.

♄ she just wanted to come home, and have you to herself. she wanted to run her hands all over you and take comfort against your naked skin and your kisses.

♄ so when she walked in on you in the bath, your hand grasping at your own breasts, with your finger pumping in and out of yourself, she didn’t spend a minute standing back. you gasped, however, sitting up quickly.

♄ “j-j-jaehee!” you fumbled for the shower gel and poured some into your hand. “i-i-i was just… trying to lather mys-self.”

♄ she said nothing, and exhaled, unbuttoning her shirt, dropping her skirt and underwear, and unhooking her bra.

♄ “a-ah, the bath is really hot, i can… i can make it colder for– mph!”

♄ jaehee cut you off with a kiss, parting your lips and giving herself entrance to your mouth. it was messy and it was hot, and she climbed into the bath in front of you and pressed you against he side of the tub, her legs on either side of you. she ran her tongue over the rim of your mouth, kissing your jaw and descending down your neck. water splashed on the bathroom floor as you both moved, and you gripped the back of her neck.

“i want you so badly,” she murmured as she found your breasts in her hands. “i need you.”

♄ “take me,” you murmured. you swore you wanted her as much as she wanted you, but she begged to differ. she wanted you more.

♄ pulling away, she looked down your body, watching you bite your lip while she toyed at your nipples. “is this what you like?” she asked, and you nodded.

♄ humming, she lifted you a little higher above the water, and wrapped her lips around your nipple. whimpering, you tugged at the back of her short hair, looking down to meet her gaze. she hollowed her cheeks and sucked your nipple, steadying your breast with her hand and pulling away, keeping her tongue lapping up at your hardening bud. breathless, you grappled at the lip of the tub, arching your chest into her mouth. she cupped the small of your back, her own breasts pressed against your stomach, and nibbled over your skin.

♄ “i’ve been… waiting… to touch you… all day…” she said between breaths against your chest, before bringing you up so you sat on the edge of the tub. kneeling in front of you in the water, she parted your legs, her fingers teasing your entrance as she took your hand and traced her tongue over your fingers. “touch me,” she said finally, and placed your hand on her chest.

♄ gathering your confidence, you tugged her up, your teeth catching onto her nipple before your tongue darted up to soothe it. she took in a sharp breath and slid her fingers inside you, pumping in quickly. her other hand kept your thighs parted, while you flicked your tongue over her breast before sucking hard. she bit her lip and moaned loud, slamming her fingers in and curling them to touch your g-spot. your whine vibrated against her chest, and she bit her lip, bending down once again and taking her fingers out.

♄ licking her lips, she stared at your dripping centre.

♄ “i want to hear you cum, mc,” she said, and dipped her head between your thighs.


♀jumin opened the door to his penthouse and set his briefcase on the floor, switching on the lights.

♀he definitely didn’t expect to see you on the couch, shorts hanging off your ankle as you straddled a pillow, your shirt in a heap behind you as you ground yourself against the fabric, your fingers tugging and playing with your nipples.

♀of course, it was a very pleasant surprise, which he responded to with a smile and a stir in his stomach which he felt rush to a place a little lower. you didn’t seem to hear him, so he shut the door, and approached you from behind.

♀he grasped your hips, making you jump, and he caught your mouth in a kiss as you went to turn around.

♀heat flushed your face. he just caught you getting yourself off. you were so embarrassed, but he was kissing you in that way that you really liked where his tongue just– oh.

♀he stopped kissing you for a moment, and whispered in your ear, “i’m home now, baby, why not use me instead of that pillow?”

♀he turned you around and lifted your hips up, his eyes trailing down your naked body. your nipples were perked up as your hands slowly moved away from them, but what caught his attention was how wet you were.

♀a small circle of wetness stained the pillowcase, and he tutted, rubbing your clit with his thumb almost casually. “look at what a mess you made,” he said.

♀"i-i’m sorry, jumin.“ your voice was a whimper, and you tried moving your hips further against his hand.

♀"don’t apologise, princess,“ he said. “i’ll just have to clean you up.”

♀he cupped your heat with his whole hand as he sat down on the sofa, pulling you onto his lap. your legs were on either side of his thigh, and he bounced it to gather friction underneath you. catching your breath, you felt him dip his head lower, his mouth against your breast, and his hand holding it against his tongue.

♀"you’re sensitive here, aren’t you?“ he asked teasingly, sucking your nipple.

♀you moaned an affirmative, and he chuckled, his tongue tracing your bud.

♀"i know you are. i’ve seen you touching yourself here whenever i fuck you… mm…” the rest of his words were lost against your skin.

♀sighing, you ran your hands through his hair, tugging him closer yo you and relishing the way his tongue circled your sensitive skin.

♀grabbing your hips, he moved you over his thigh.

♀he mumbled against your chest, “cum all over me. i can show you i’m better than some pillow.”


☿ it’d been a while since saeyoung checked the cameras.

☿ he was engrossed in his work, his head wrapped around the dark screen brimmed with coding. a half eaten bag of chips sat beside him, along with a can of dr. pepper that had long gone flat.

☿ when he finished up one more line of code, he sighed, reclining back in his chair and sipping his drink, despite it’s lack of taste. his gaze shifted to the camera screen, and he nearly dropped his can.

☿ your legs were spread out as you sat on the bed, his hoodie slouching off your shoulder, unzipped, and your left hand teasing your breast, your right circling your clit, which he could see on full display from the way you sat.

wait. were you… doing this on purpose?

☿ you threw your head back after a moan, not before making eye contact with the camera and bucking your hips up.

you were doing this on purpose.

☿ at first, saeyoung was afraid he was intervening, and nearly switched off the monitor, until he watched you slowly pull off his hoodie all the way, and kneel up, taking both your breasts in your hands and running your fingers over your nipples. you smiled at the camera, and his palm rubbed into the crotch of his pants.

☿ his gaze didn’t stir from the monitor as he picked up his phone, scrolling to your contact and calling you. he watched you pick up after two rings, your phone right beside you.

☿ “were you just waiting for me to find you playing with yourself?” he said immediately into the microphone, watching your face flush and your fingers moving up to your mouth, your tongue darting out to suck on them before you moved your hand back to your breast. “dirty little slut. what are you thinking about?”

☿ biting your lip, you whimpered into your phone, closing your eyes. you wanted to see him. you wanted to see him so badly.

☿ “i asked you a question. answer me when i speak to you,” he demanded.

☿ saeyoung freed his member from his pants and held himself in his hand, his thumb pressing into the head of his cock as you said, “i’m thinking of you, saeyoung.”

☿ “yeah? that’s what i thought.” he stared at the monitor as you ran your hand down your stomach, your fingers finding your wetness and pushing into your core. he groaned, pumping himself. “what do you want me to do to you, hm? you want me to taste that pretty little pussy of yours? you want to cum all over my face?”

☿ his obscene words hitched something in your stomach. “s-saeyoung! a-ah…”

☿ exhaling, he released himself from his grip, clutching the phone even tighter to his ear.

☿ “don’t you dare move,” he said. “i’m coming upstairs, and i want you all to myself when i’m there.”


♂you were in his dressing room.

♂of course, you hadn’t exactly read the performance plan properly and thought his show ended later than it actually did, and watching him from the screens stirred something that you really wanted to keep down until he finished.

♂at one point, you couldn’t exactly hold back.

♂you shut the door, tugged off your shirt, and lay back in the chair in front of a coffee table, your hand travelling up your skirt and your fingers pulling at your nipples.

♂five minutes later, zen had pushed open the door with bubbling excitement.

♂"hey, mc, did you see the finale? i got a standing ova– oh.“

♂your legs were spread open, your fingers occupying your core as you grabbed at your breast, nipples shiny with the saliva you had on your fingers.

♂you gasped, afraid for a split second one of zen’s colleagues had walked in, and covered yourself with the blanket resting next to you.

♂you relaxed when you saw him, and lay back, staring at him in the doorway.

♂"i-i need you,“ you said between breaths, and that was all he had to hear.

♂zen unzipped the front of his costume and shrugged himself out of it, approaching your sofa and leaning over your body, his mouth trained against your neck.

♂"what if it was someone else opening that door, hm? you look so good, what if someone else saw?”

♂"ah… i’m sorry, zenny…“

♂he hummed and kissed down your chest, his tongue teasing your nipple. he ran it over your bud and took your breast into his mouth, leaving hickeys around your cleavage and a wet trail from all his kisses. he thrust two fingers into you, and gazed up, your nipple still under his lips.

♂"i guess i’ll have to perform something special for you, tonight,” he said, while spreading your legs even wider and unbuckling his belt.

Old Erwin

I spoke to Erwin twice in my entire life, but I saw him almost every day while going to school. I’d pass on the other side of the street and naturally turn my head to the right to see him. An old man with patchy graying hair under a worn brown hat and squinty eyes.

That was Old Erwin.

He’d always been around as far as I knew. As a little kid he frightened me, I’d cling to my mom and ask her to hurry up. I didn’t want to be near the ‘creepy hobo’. Over time, I got used to his presence on the street corner. He was like a statue, a part of the structure.

Erwin never caused any trouble. He was quiet and although he usually had this empty rusty can next to where he tended to sit, he never asked passerbys for cash. And whatever money he did have went to taking care of the friends he had. The furry or feathery ones.

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anonymous asked:

Could you make a chart for the fatality of bullet wounds please?

Sure, nonny! Happy to help! Sorry this took me a while, but here you go…

[Table: “Area Shot” in one column, “Potential Lethality” in another. “Area Shot” column lists body parts: head, chest, abdomen, upper arm, upper leg, forearm, lower leg, hand, foot. “Potential Lethality” lists “potentially lethal” in all rows.]

You see why I had so many problems answering this ask, anon?

In all seriousness, I wanted to use this to prove a point. Gunshots anywhere on the body have the potential to be fatal.

I’ll give you the classic EMS paradox that’s been taught to me during training. You come up on a scene with a man unconscious on the floor. In point of fact he’s in cardiac arrest.

Of course, you start CPR and strip him  down naked and check for wounds, because that’s a thing you do in EMS. But the only thing you find is a gunshot wound in the palm of his hand. Entry, no exit. Small little hole, little bit of a powder burn.

What the hell happened?

What the hell happened is, he was trying to stop himself from getting shot, reached out, and occluded the muzzle with his hand. The bullet traveled under the skin, up the outstretched arm, up into the shoulder, where it lodged in and deflated the lung, and the person died.  

This is supposedly based on a real case (note: I’m too lazy to verify this), which only proves the point that real life is stranger than fiction.

But a GSW to the hand doesn’t have to have some magical properties to be potentially fatal. In addition to the ever-present threat of complications such as sepsis, there’s also the fact that the radial artery is right. there. The wrist isn’t far from the hand, and bullets and bones have strange and almost miraculous relationships when it comes to trajectory.

The same is true in the foot, only more so, because hard floor surfaces tend to generate ricochets, and the bullet could simply go through the foot, ricochet off the floor, and come up and hit, say, the dorsalis pedis artery, or an artery in the ankle, and cause a life threatening bleed.

Now, just because something is potentially lethal doesn’t mean it automatically is lethal. Once upon a time I wrote a post about survivable headshot wounds: Headshots: They’re Not Always Lethal (Yes, Really)

And just because a bullet to the hand CAN cause laceration to the radial artery (or even a pneumothorax!) doesn’t mean it will. People can get shot in the chest and live. People can get shot in the chest and die. Most leg wounds can be taken care of at home (if it’s a clean through-and-through with minimal bleeding). Some leg wounds will be fatal inside of 10 minutes (femoral artery) or will require years of rehab (femur or femoral nerve injury).

This is why I have such a hard time writing about gunhots, even though they’re HEAVILY requested (though you guys seem to have a thing for arrows and drownings lately….)

I hope this helped, but I suspect I’ve been supremely unhelpful.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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Word Count: ~1,800

Summary: Not sure what to say. Short fic about anxiety and trauma and how people react differently to it. Set in the prison during Season 3. Wrote this during a bad day as a way to get my thoughts out.

Warnings: TW: mentions of child abuse, TW: mentions of self harm, TW: mentions of depression.

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Those dark days... [Rocket x Reader]

A/n: Oh em gee!!! It’s finally done! It took me a while because I had… some personal problems… (tears). But I really hope you @midnight352,  like it and enjoy it as much as I did while writing it! And sorry for being so, so late, I really hope you like it, to be honest, it was a bit hard, since it is my first request, but thank you so much for believe in my skills! :D

I used these ones from the prompt list that I once reblogged.

17: “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

18: “It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?

28: “I care about you.”

40: “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

49: “Who hurt you?”

64: “What happened back there?”

Requested by  @midnight352

Those dark days… are now behind.

It was late in Xandar, and the Milano was quiet, but you stayed up because you needed to clean your rifle, it was a long time since the last time you cleaned it.

Even though most of your teammates were already sleeping, you could hear the songs of Awesome Mix Vol.1 echoing through the Milano’s walls. ‘I’m not in love’, was playing and you couldn’t help but sing it quietly. Suddenly a shy ‘nock nock’ interrupted your singing.

“Hey, Y/n…” Rocket said as he stood in your room’s door frame.

“Hey there, Rocket.” You replied with a warm smile, which made Rocket feel a bit nervous. Then you noticed it was late.

“It’s late… Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You asked a bit worried about your furry friend.

“Yeah- I should, but I can’t sleep… that’s why I came here, to see if ya’ were up…” Rocket explained himself as he walked towards you.

“So, what are ya’ up to?” He asked as he climbed up your work chair from behind and looked at your rifle over your shoulder.

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Imagine having a bad day and Chris comforting you.

“Babe, I’m home.” Chris called out to you as he entered the front door. Silence filled the air instead of the usual sounds; like you calling “welcome home!” or “I’m in here!” from the kitchen or the living room, and Dodger’s scuttling feet as he sprinted to greet his best friend at the door. “Y/N?” He called again as he locked and turned away from the front door.

He knew you were home because you had texted him a couple hours ago- when he’d just started his photo shoot for Vogue’s November cover- telling him you’d finished at your dessert bar and was headed home. That, and he saw your car in the driveway and your keys on the table by the front door.

You had heard him come in but was too physically and emotionally tired to answer him. You knew he was going to find you eventually; just like he was going to find the article eventually, and the mean tweets and Instagram posts from his fans. You never usually allowed things like that to bother you because you knew what being with an actor meant, but after a long day, your tolerance had decreased significantly.


Judging by the distance of his voice, he was in the living room and would soon find you in the kitchen. You were sitting on the cold hardwood floor, behind the marble bar counter with Dodger, as well as a pint of cookie dough ice-cream and a spoon; you had the tendency to turn to food when you were upset.

“There are my two biggest loves,” Chris entered the kitchen’s threshold with a wide smile that faded when you looked up. “Hey,” his brows furrowed with concern at your tired eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You simply shook your head because after years of being together, he knew you well enough to answer that question himself.

“Alright.” He lowered himself onto the floor next to you; he shuffled as close to you as possible then lifted his arm and wrapped it around you. “C'mere boo bear,” he cooed, hoping he’d draw a smile from you; he didn’t. “Is it work?” He asked gently, watching as you spooned more ice-cream into your mouth. “Did you have another asshole walk into the shop? Tell me who it is and I’ll fight ‘em. I don’t care if it’s a boy girl man or woman I will fight ‘em,” he asserted fiercely without punctuation. “Let’s go right now, I’ll drive to their house-”

“Stop,” you chuckled softly, pushing him back down before he got to his feet; he smiled because his bid cracked you. “I’m fine, okay? It’s nothing, it’s just that-” You stopped yourself and huffed, “nothing.”

His eyes narrowed at your behavior then he remembered the call he got from Anne, his publicist, wanting to give him, and you a heads up; she had found a few upsetting articles, and fan reactions regarding his recent engagement with you. He heaved a sigh when he realized that was what must have been upsetting you.

“Did you happen to pass the magazine rack while you were at the grocery store?” He asked. “Or maybe go on Twitter and Instagram?”

“No,” you mumbled sheepishly.

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled and squeezed you tightly against him, pressing his lips to your hair. “How many times do I have to tell you to avoid that crap?”

“I’m usually fine with it,” you defended yourself. “In fact- I enjoying reading and laughing at articles like that, as well as the fan reactions and memes they make. It is- crazy funny to me.”

“Not when you’re tired,” he shook his head. “You know what you’re like after a long day, you should know better than to burden yourself with that bullshit.”

“How am I meant to avoid it when we’re headlining?” You frowned. “We are literally on every cover. Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N recently engaged but already on the rocks, will they make it to the alter?” You recited the headline for him and he sighed. “Some of your little fan girls even found me at the shop, they were-” you stopped yourself before you cussed out fifteen year olds.

“Okay,” he gently rubbed your arm and you ate another spoonful of ice-cream. “You’re going to try and take a breath. Come on, in and out.”

You rolled your eyes and mockingly did as he instructed, drawing light laughter from him. You poked your spoon into your ice-cream and played it with, upset with the media and fans, and yourself for letting it bother you.

“Y/N, who cares what people think?” He asked rhetorically. “Are we on the rocks? No,” he answered before you could. “I have never been happier. They are judging us and our relationship when they know nothing about either. They are basing their whole article on one photo, a photo that has zero content.”

You remembered that day the photo was taken, the two of you were having dinner at the restaurant Jack’s Place. It was all smiles and laughter until you got a phone call from your brother about your nephew who got into a car accident and had been admitted into the hospital. The two of you wanted to rush home so the next flight out to Australia could be booked, but the paps surrounded you and Chris the second they spotted you leaving the restaurant. They blocked the path to his car and drowned the two of you with stupid questions. Of course both of you looked upset.

“So why are you letting it bother you?” He chuckled. “We both know why we looked upset and it had nothing to do with us as a couple.”

“I know but-”

“Let it go,” he chuckled and took the spoon from you with one hand and scooped while you held the pint. “You know I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If the ring on your finger isn’t big enough to remind you of that then- let’s go back to Tiffany’s,” he teased and you giggled. “Screw all of 'em, because as long as we’re happy with each other, who cares what the public thinks? Our opinions are what matters here, not theirs.”

“You’re right,” you nodded. “I’ve already struck the lottery with you, I shouldn’t be greedy about the little things.” You leaned your head against his chest and Dodger nuzzled his head under your hand. “I’m happy here and that’s what’s important. Plus-” you chuckled, “the important ones have already given their approval.”

“Your grandfather hasn’t.” He reminded you and chuckled when you groaned. “I know he likes me but- I don’t know if he wants to see me with you for the rest of your life.” He lowered the pint onto the floor. “I think he thinks you’re too young for me.”

“We’re only twelve years apart.”

“Exactly,” he chuckled. “But I’m not too worried, he’s dated his fair share of younger women so he doesn’t really have a moral high ground.”

“Oh my God.” You burst into laughter and he did the same as you pulled away from him and sat up straight. “Don’t you dare say that in front of him,” you turned and told Chris, chuckling. “Because he will shoot you and no one will be able to stop him.” He laughed harder, doing his signature 'left boob grab’ and you smiled, wondering how you got so lucky with him.

“I know I’m stupid but I’m not that stupid,” he said then chuckled when you did. “Do you want to go to bed?” He beckoned his head in the direction of the stairs. “It’s getting pretty late and we’ve got another long day tomorrow.”

You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, kissing him tenderly but passionately. He smiled and kiss you back, letting his arm snake around your waist. He tasted like you did; of cookie dough ice-cream. His beard scratched your face but you were so used to it that it didn’t bother you anymore. Your hand moved up to his neck and your thumb brushed his jawline as he deepened the kiss. His other hand moved under your knees and he lifted you onto his lap, not once breaking away from the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head, humming softly against his lips. You broke the kiss to catch your breath and you heard him audibly whined as he leaned forward to catch your lips again. You chuckled softly then pressed your forehead against his, gazing deeply into his pretty blues.

“I love you,” you whispered and watched his smile reach his eyes.

“And I love you,” he whispered back and you felt your own smile reach your eyes.

Daddy (Rami Malek x Reader)

Requested by @malek-aura: heyy i really like your stories and your english is great btw so keep doing you :) just an idea, i really like rami as a dad stories and maybe you could do something like that if you want?like him being all cute with babies make my heart melt tbh

Word count: 636

It was in the middle of the night when Rami shook you on your shoulder. You didn’t want to wake up at first, but when he shook a bit harder, you finally stood up, rubbing your eyes and yawning. You looked at him questioningly, but you got your answer from the baby-phone on the dresser next to you. There, you could hear the soft and little cries from your new-born baby. “Here we go again.” You murmured. It was already the third time, you woke up, because your baby was missing something. Although you went through many sleepless nights and had not much strength during the day, you would never complain. You loved your baby girl with all you heart and she was worth everything.

You left the king-sized bed you were sharing with your husband Rami, putting your nightgown with your cozy slippers on, and leaving the room. When you arrived the nursery, your baby cried even more, as she would sense that you came into the room. You went to her crib, pulling her out of it and resting her on your arms.”Hi, Baby. What’s the matter?”  You weighed her back and forth, trying to shush her, but she wouldn’t stop crying. You checked her diapers, which were clean. You even tried to feed her but she wasn’t hungry either. Then Rami came into the room. He saw you standing in the middle of the room, witnessed you becoming more desperate every second. He came towards you, laying a hand on your shoulder. “C’mon, it’s my turn.” He said. “Go to sleep. I’ll take care of her.” You offered him a grateful gaze, laying your baby girl in his arms. You were really tired and your arms began to hurt.

“Hey, Emery.” He chanted as he held the infant in his arms. He turned around and took a seat on the white rocking chair next to the crib. “It’s alright, Em.” He reassured her. “Daddy is here. Daddy will protect you.” He kissed her soft cheeks and your heart melted to the sight. Rami was a wonderful father. He always helped you whenever he could so you wouldn’t carry the whole burden on your shoulders. One day he would take care of Emery so you could relax for a while, and then you would switch the places. Everything worked perfect.

Rami rubbed Emery’s back while humming a lullaby. Your baby immediately relaxed to his voice and stopped crying. A hint of jealousy washed over your face. Rami saw you and laughed when he saw you pouting. “What?” “You’re definitely her favorite.” You replied. “That’s nonsense, babe, you know that.” You rolled your eyes at him, turning to leave the room. “Yeah, yeah.”  You sighed. “I love you.” Rami called after you, before you finally left the room. When you lay in your bed, tiredness washed over you and you felt your limbs becoming heavier. You thought how lucky you were and how much you loved your family.

Meanwhile, Rami was talking to your baby. He would always tell some stories about his past life, but this time he told her about you. “She is absolutely gorgeous. The most beautiful woman in my life. She is intelligent, strong and kind. Your mommy, she cares for everyone. Whenever she can, she tries to help people. That’s something I admire about her. But most of all she cares for you and that’s why I want you to promise me that you will treat her good. Be a lovely girl.” He kissed her again on her rosy cheeks. Emery was already asleep. Her chest lifted and fell. She was snoring peacefully. “I love you, baby girl.” Rami whispered in her small ears, while laying her down in her crib. He covered her tiny body.  “Sleep well, my little angel.”

anonymous asked:

everything you said about supportive Emily during Ali pregnancy can you do a prompt, walking or to class, or not letting her do anything

i really enjoyed this, thank u! xx<3

“I prefer Dilaurentis-Fields” One girl chanted to her group of friends as another couldn’t contain her smile at the sight of Emily and Alison standing together outside her classroom.

“Coach Dilaurentis-Fields has a nice ring to it” Another agreed with a giggle.

“I bet 50 bucks it will be a boy” The captain of the swim team appeared next to them, smirking at Emily as he strutted down the hall.

“I hope they have a girl” A blonde, preppy girl admitted “think how cute a mini Miss. D would look. I’m sure she’d bring her in to meet all of us” She gushed at the thoughts, her mind suddenly running off in a day-dream.

“What is going on?” Emily heard a shrill voice echo around the corridor as she stood infront of her  very pregnant girlfriend, hordes of teenagers swarming through the hall as she waited for the path to clear “Coach Fields, what are you doing here?” The Deputy Head Teacher frowned harshly, wrinkles appearing over her ageing forehead as she inspected Emily’s stance, both arms outstretched and her eyes wide as she watched the students disperse into their different classrooms. When she had decided it was safe, she took Ali’s hand and pulled her so that they were stood next to each other, her grasp still a little too tight. 

“She’s being ridiculous” Ali said honestly, side-eyeing Emily who clearly took offense at her words, immediately going onto the defensive.

“Ali, I’m not being ridiculous. These kids are rowdy and I don’t want you getting hurt” Ali rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the elder woman in front of them.

“I’m sorry, Mrs Francis. I have a free period and Emily wanted to walk me over to the staff room to get some lunch”

“You haven’t eaten since breakfast” Emily muttered, earning her another glare off Ali “What! I just want you to be healthy”

“I am healthy, Em. That’s the whole point of those monthly doctor appointments” She was becoming more and more frustrated as she entered her 8th month of pregnancy, and Emil was becoming more and more protective (thought obsessive could be a more fitting choice of word)

“Ladies” the other woman interrupted their bickering “I am well aware being a first time mother is tricky but, please, leaving the domesticities at home” She ordered, her eyebrows raised and her glasses sat domineeringly at the tip of her nose. 

“Right” Emily said pointedly “got it”

“Good” She said harshly, looking down her nose at Emily and pursing her lips. She swiftly turned her attention back to Alison, her expression softening a little.

“Miss. Dilaurentis?” Mrs. Francis tried to break Ali’s stare from Emily’s eyes, and it took a moment before the words resonated in the blonde.

“Yes, Ma’am. Strictly professional here at work”  She nodded, lightly shaking her head and crossing her hands in her lap. The Deputy raised an eyebrow one last time before prancing out of sight. Emily bit down on her lip, before checking both way and firmly walking Ali over to the teachers lounge.

“If I knew you were gonna be this crazy I never would have agreed to tell the board that we’re dating” She said under her breath as Emily knocked three times on the door before walking in. Leading her across the room, she helped her sit down, holding her hand in front of her face

“Stay there, I’ll make you a sandwhich”

“Em!” Ali yelled “I can cut a piece of bread without slicing my thumb”

“I know you can. Bur I want to do it for you, so sit down” Emily commanded as Ali huffed and took her seat again. They sat in silence for a while, one of the Math department joining them for a brief moment before sensing the atmosphere and leaving them to it. Ali was growing more and more concerned the longer Em spread butter across the slice, almost ripping a whole in the middle.

“Emmy” She whispered, walking across the room and placing a hand on her back, resting her chin on her shoulder and sighing as Emily dropped the knife she was holding so tightly “what’s going on, baby?”

“Nothing” she insisted, refusing to turn around “I just wanna be here for you”

“You are here for me” Ali reassured her “all the time. I don’t need you to be my security guard though” Emily sighed, closing her eyes as her hands clenched around the side in frustration. “we have nothing to be scared of anymore”

“Don’t we?” Emily said quietly, her mind taking her back to all the times she had saved Ali’s life.

“AD is gone” Ali said almost inaudibly, her eyes flickering to the door of the teachers lounge “you have to calm down. We haven’t heard from Him in months” Emily didn’t reply right away, instead turning Ali around so that her arms were around her, admittedly larger, waist and she rested her head on top of Ali’s hair, stroking her back softly.

“We never found out who it was” she mumbled “I just-I don’t want to lose you and I keep picturing a faceless shadow lurking at everything we do and waiting for the right moment to push you down the stairs” Ali exhaled, shaking her head and pulling away.

“I love you” she whispered “I promise that’s not going to happen” Emily let her face fall a little, feeling herself unclench at Ali’s words.

“I love you too” she replied, pulling away now with a smirk on her face “but I’m still walking you to class” She vowed, finished the sandwhich and placing it in Ali’s hand.

“Why?” Ali siad with a grin, taking a bite but not dropping her eye contact.

“Any excuse to spend more time with you” she teased, earning her a roll of the eyes and a kiss, before they were interrupted by Mrs. Francis who quickly sent them off to their individual departments, both of them bursting into rosy cheeks and inappropriate laughter.

"Baby" // Jack Maynard Imagine Pt.1


Word count: 1926

Requested: I don’t think so || Requests are closed.

Summary: After Jack and Y/n broke up, Anna runs into her and finds out about Jack’s baby in which she has to tell Jack about.


Your pov

You were walking in the supermarket, holding your 9-month-old on your hip. She started to get fussy meaning she didn’t want to be held anymore. You placed her feet on the floor and held her hand as you walked down the isle. She let go of your hand and ran towards a girl standing in the middle of the isle. She attached to the young girl’s leg and you quickly ran after her. “Emily no,” you said prying your baby off her. “I’m so sorry,” you said apologizing. “Oh, it’s no problem- Y/n?” She said turning around.

 "Anna?“ you said looking at the girls face. "Oh my god I haven’t seen you in so long,” Anna said. You picked the attention seeking child up holding her on your hip again. You gave Anna a small hug from the side. “Is she yours?” Anna asked. You nodded looking at Emily who was fascinated by Anna’s earrings. “She’s absolutely adorable! What’s her name?” “Emily Grace,” You said smiling. “She looks so familiar to me it’s crazy,” Anna said. “Hmm that’s weird,” You lied even though you knew that the child looked just like your ex-boyfriend who happened to be Anna’s brother. 

“How old is she?” Anna said starting to think. You debated lying but you couldn’t come up with one quick enough. “9 months.” “Y/n?” “Yes?” “Is she Jack’s?” She asked furrowing her eyebrows. You took a deep breath. “Do you want to come to my flat for a while and we can talk?” You asked not wanting to talk about such serious matters in the middle of a grocery store. She nodded. “Do you want me to hold her so you can finish shopping?” She asked. “That would be amazing,” You said, “didn’t you come here for something?” “I just came for Chocolate really,” she said with a laugh. 

You handed Emily to her and instantly Em was attached to her. You smiled, shopping for the rest of your groceries. You picked up Anna’s favorite chocolate bar, remembering from when you and Jack were together. Back at your flat, Anna helped you watch Em and take groceries to the kitchen. “I seriously can not thank you enough,” you said handing her the chocolate bar. “It’s no problem I promise,” she said smiling. “Okay, I guess it’s time to talk,” you said releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Let’s go sit,” you said leading her into the living room. You both sat and she looked at you waiting for you to start speaking.

 "Um, so, I don’t even know where to start. Jack and I had got into this huge fight about stupid stuff and we broke up. I moved back here and then weeks later I found out I was pregnant,“ you said looking down and fiddling with your fingers out of nervous habit. "Does Jack know?” She asked. “Not exactly,” you said. “You aren’t gonna tell him?” she said with obvious anger behind her voice. “Anna I tried for weeks, months even to get a hold of Jack,” you closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath. “He ignored all my calls, voicemails, texts. I tried everything. He wants nothing to do with me. I really messed things up,” you said. “Why don’t you just come to my house? He’s in town,” she said her voice softening. 

“I-I don’t think I should. You’re welcome to come over and visit Emily any time speaking that you’re her aunt but I don’t know. It just doesn’t sound like a good idea,” you said sighing. She sighed and stood up walking over to where Emily was playing with one of her children’s toys. “Emily Grace Maynard,” she whispered quietly. Anna stayed for a while before she got a text from her parents saying they wanted her to come home. You hugged her. “Remember you’re welcome anytime. You still have my number right?” you asked. She nodded. “I’ll see you later,” she said. You closed the door behind her and walked back into your flat to put Emily down for a nap.

Anna’s pov

I can’t believe my brother has a baby. I can’t believe I’m an aunt. I walked back to my house which isn’t far from where Y/n lives. I walked inside to my parents sitting on the couch. I said hello but walked past them. I need to tell Jack.

I knocked on Jacks door. “Come in,” he said. I opened his door and walked in closing it behind me. “Jack I have a question,” I said. He looked up at me. “Why did you and Y/n break up?” I asked. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Anna that was like a year and a half ago,” he said sitting up. “Would you ever take her back?” “Anna, what is going on?” “Would you?” I asked. “Of course I would. She was and is my only love. Why do ask?” “You have a kid,” I blurted out without thinking. “You’re so funny Anna,” he laughed. “I’m not trying to be funny Jack. You. Have. A. Child. I ran into Y/n at the market and Jack she looks so much like you. She is your spitting image. I went back to her flat and she explained what happened and you’re a real jerk you know that?” I said. 

He was absolutely dumbfounded. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t get the words out. I looked at him and saw a tear escape his eyes, but he quickly wiped it. “D-do you know where she lives?” He asked me. I nodded. He stood up and dragged me outside. I had never seen Jack like this. All of his emotions were showing. I looked over at my brother in the driver’s seat and saw a frown on his face, tear stains on his cheeks. I got out and Jack followed running to the door. He banged on the door. 

“Coming,” she yelled. We waited for a minute and we heard the door click. She opened the door and her and Jack made eye contact. They stood there in an awkward silence, staring at each other. I looked at y/n to see that her eyes were puffy, unlike when I was there earlier. She opened her mouth but couldn’t get the words out. Guilt started to build up in the low pit of my stomach. Y/n broke her stare with Jack and looked at me.

Your pov

You were scrolling through Jack’s Instagram when there was a banging sound on the door. “Coming,” You yelled clearing your apps, locking your phone and standing up. You opened the door to be face to face with the love of your life. ‘He had been crying’ You thought to yourself. You wanted to hug him. You wanted to be in his warm embrace. You wanted everything to go back to the way they were. You didn’t want it to be like this. The feelings you had for Jack now, in this moment, were no different from when you two were deeply in love a little less than 2 years ago.

 Jack would forever be the only one you love. You opened your mouth but you felt yourself choke on all the words that wanted to come out of your mouth. You broke the gaze between Jack and you to look at Anna. You looked at her and a tear escaped your eye. “What did you do?” You whispered. “We have a baby?” Jack asked. “Jack-” “we have a fucking baby?” He yelled making you jump. “Come in so we can talk about this,” you said, your voice shaking. “Anna, can Jack and I talk alone?” you asked. She nodded. “Em’s room is the 2nd one of the right, she should be waking up,” you said. “This can’t be real,” Jack said, anger in his voice. 

“Well, it fucking is,” you snapped. “Why didn’t you tell me!” He yelled. “I-” “You can’t just have someone’s child and not tell them,” he said. “I tried to Jack! You were too damn busy to pick up your phone or check your voicemails or all the text messages I sent you! Did you think about that at all? You always blame me for everything! Did you ever stop to think hmm maybe this thing is my fault? No, because you are a self-centered jerk that thinks you never do anything wrong,” you yelled letting out the anger inside your body. “What’s her name?” He asked, his body motions and tone softening. 

“Emily, Emily Grace Maynard,” you mumbled. “Can I-i see her?” you looked down and nodded. “I’ll be back,” you whispered wiping my cheeks. You walked in to see Anna sitting in the rocking chair you had in Emily’s room. You picked up Emily from the crib and looked at her. She looked up at me with her bright blue eyes. She was basically the spitting image of Jack. All of the sudden you broke down into loud sobs. Anna quickly got up from the chair and came over to you. She opened her mouth but quickly shut it and ran to the living room. You held Emily tightly and sat on the floor.

 She started getting fussy as she watched you cry. Jack came in and instead of just taking the baby, he walked over to you. He sat down beside you and pulled you onto his lap with ease. You were facing him with your legs around his body, Emily in your arms. “Can I hold her?” He whispered. You nodded slowly and handed Emily to Jack. A tear rolled down his cheek. You watched them and you felt yourself fall in love all over again. “She so beautiful, just like you,” he said mumbling the last part. You sat there for a few minutes, Jack asking questions about Emily. 

“How old is she?” “9 months.” “When’s her birthday?” “March 23rd.” “She should be getting hungry, do you want to stay and help feed her?” You so asked quietly. He nodded. You held Emily while he stood up then he took her so you could stand. You walked into the living room and Jack followed. Anna stood up. “Hey, Conor’s on his way to pick me up if that’s alright,” she said. Jack nodded. “See ya later,” you said with a small smile. She walked out of the door and you walked to the kitchen. “Can you put her in her chair?” you asked.

 He nodded. While he did that, you cut up strawberries into smaller pieces. “She loves strawberries,” you said a smiling rising to your face. Jack looked at you and smiled. You put the strawberries in a bowl and set it on her table in front of her. “I miss you,” Jack admitted quietly. You didn’t say anything back but just hugged him. You stayed like that for a while, you in his arms just like the old times. 

“Y/n I have to tell you something but you don’t have to react right now. I’m still so in love with you. I was then and I still am now. My love for you never went away. I have missed you so much and I’m sorry for being such a jerk and treating you like you deserve-” he said before you cut him off. You brought your lips up to his. They fit together perfectly moving in sync. "I love you too Jack,“ you said. You kissed again before turning to watch our daughter eat her strawberries.

Part 2

anonymous asked:

I'm really curious, how does your writing process go? (and take as much time as you need! Writing is hard!)

jhdfkjsdfhkd u sent this yesterday but my writing process is so convoluted i can only answer it now omg. heads up, this will get a bit long because my writing process is also A Bit Long also ive wanted to talk about my complicated process for FOREVER. //CLASPS HANDS. THANK U FOR ASKING!!!

so i Really Like Outlines. like. so much. i have my high school to thank for this bc they trained me to put my thoughts down in a bullet point list before i even so much as recited in class, but the structure of outlines is so useful to me in writing because my brain is a Mess. so i need to Put Everything Down First.

how much is “everything”???? my most drastic example was when i was writing for l/es mis last year and my outlines were terrifying. back then, since i was writing rather lengthy oneshots, i wrote at least three outlines, the first being a brainstorming list of ideas, the second being a pre-outline that went thru the basic events, and the third being the comprehensive outline which went through literally everything from dialog to internal monolog to actions and movements. i aint shitting thee. heres my 3 outlines for my one fic where grantaire is a dragon, On One Condition

why is that last outline just an excerpt? bc the entirety of the 3rd outline is 25 pages long. TWENTY FIVE PAGES. (the actual fic itself is 74 pages. JESUS.)

so like on a scale of chill to Balls To The Wall, my l/es mis outlines were a solid The Wall Is Broken. theres a reason i only wrote two fics for l/es mis kjhfkdsjf. this process took weeks of non stop writing

thankfully, my outlines vary on that scale depending on the fic and my mood. ive definitely Calmed Down now that im writing for bee em cee, bc im not writing 20k+ oneshots and instead sticking to fics under 10k or long ones in chapters. to illustrate, heres my outline for ch8 of forest

just the basics!! this type of outline basically goes for all the chapters after the 3rd one, and it’s got a lot more leeway while still guiding me where i need to go

and just because this is hilarious, heres the small semblance of an outline i wrote for The One About The Fridge

SO MY POINT IS i will outline everything. how comprehensively i outline it depends on whether or not i wanna die (i guess). but when even tho i put guidelines in the outline, things def change as i write, and i just adjust the outline according to whatever i changed and continue.

once the outline is done, i sit down and write non-stop. usually this means not sleeping for 2 days. i cant do that now, because of school, but summer!me was wild. write 7k in a day? no problem. at least i didnt find any problems bc once i had an outline, i just have to follow it :0

after the writing is done it’s time to edit!! SIKE!!!!! i do close to no editing at all. this is because 1) idk how grammar works anyway and 2) i do fanfic for fun. my day job as a writing student means im always in Revision Hell, so i like to escape from that here omg. i also dont have a beta reader, but sometimes i bully my younger sister into checking if my english is at least intelligible. other from that, the moment i finish something, i skim it on another device (so i can see typos easier). this lasts for like 10 minutes before i accept the world is flawed and so is my writing, so i just post it anyway. trial by FIRE.

so thats it!! 60% of my writing process is actually pre-writing, and this method is horrifyingly time consuming, but it’s the one that works best for me and my brain. again, thank you for asking!!!

Laser Tag (Ethan Dolan Fluff)

Summary ~ You can’t walk around the amusement park alone, luckily you don’t have too.

Words ~ 817

Request ~ Yes

I stood by the games texting my friend.
Where are you
I can’t make it tonight, I feel sick
Get better soon :)

I sighed looking around. It would be weird if I went around the park by myself. I decided to go after I got a drink. I stood in the line waiting to order. I could hear some guys talking behind me, while the girl in front of me took forever. She turned around with an extra small popcorn and I recognized her from school, one of the ‘populars’
“Oh hey nerd” She smiled.
“Hi” I sighed.
“Are you here all by yourself like a loser?” She smirked.
“Em….No” I lied.
“Really? I know you don’t have any friends so where are they?” She smirked.
“She is with us” I heard as someone wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I looked up to see two guys smiling.
“Oh, are you her cousins?”
“No we are here best friends” One of the guys said.
“And maybe future boyfriend if I try hard enough” The other guy joked.
“Oh…em…..whatever bye” She said walking off. I let out a deep breath turning to the guys.
“Thank you so much, I owe you guys” I smiled.
“That was so funny did you see her face I wish I had vined it” One of them said.
“Can I buy you guys some popcorn to say thank you”
“Don’t be silly, it was nothing. I’m Ethan by the way”
“I’m Grayson”
“Well thank you both” I said turning around and ordering my stuff. I took my coke and went to walk off.
“Hey are you leaving?” Grayson asked.
“Yeah my friend bailed on me so I don’t have anyone to hang out with. I was going to go home and watch a movie”
“Well we need a third person for laser tag, so will you join us?” Ethan smiled.
“Em…..Okay sure, it sounds fun” He walked over to the laser tag place and suited up.
I walked around the dark obstacle coarse, looking from left to right. I was put on Ethan’s team, we were against Grayson. It sound like an easy game until I found out how good Grayson was at this game. He was jumping over barrels, tumbling from one wall to the other, and shooting at everything that looked like a body. I pointed my gun from one side of the room to the other. Suddenly someone put their hand over my mouth and pulled me behind a wall. I was pushed up against the wall a body against mine. I looked up to see Ethan he removed his hand from my mouth smiling.
“You scared me” I whispered.
“I was just getting you out of sight” A noise came from the other side of the wall and Ethan leaned against me more hiding me slightly. I liked the feeling of him against me, he smelled like mint and pine. He looked down at me as I stared up at him. He got closer to my face. We were inches away when we heard another sound. He pulled away from me, pointing his gun and walking away. If it wasn’t dark you would be able to see my bright red cheeks. I looked around the corner, but before I could go I heard Ethan yell
“I shot him” All the lights came on and the intercom announced our team had won. We put our guns back and walked out of the building.
“Okay I better go” I said avoiding eye contact with Ethan.
“We were just about to go get ice-cream, come on everyone likes ice-cream” Grayson said linking arms with me and dragging me over to the shop. I just got a small so that I could finish it fast and leave. Grayson didn’t seem to notice my awkwardness as he started telling me about vine and how fun it was. I was half listening which I felt bad about.
“Well I am done my ice-cream so I better go” I said standing up.
“We were going to go on the ski-lift, are you sure you don’t want to come?” Ethan asked.
“No I am kind of tired” I faked yawn. “So I better go” I smiled before walking away. I walked out of the park and towards the bus stop. I was close to the stop when I heard someone shout my name. I turned around just as Ethan reached me.
“I just need to check something” He said before he pressed his lips against mine. I was shocked at first but kissed back. He pulled away smiling at me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t do that when we were playing laser tag”
“It’s okay” I blushed.
“Do you maybe want to go out sometime?” He said nervously.
“I would love to” I smiled.
“Great. Come on lets go on the ski-lift”


Snapchat ~ crazey_jadey

The Midnight Crew and Lady Noir line-up = v =

PS: So what do we got here?
AD: ‘couple of our boys raided the hideout of the Midnight Crew a few hours ago, caught all of 'em while they were sleepin’.
PS: What else?
AD: Well… Big guy bites, had to muzzle 'im after he took a few chomps off our boys, little one’s harmless without all the explosives. Slick here nearly decapitated one of our men, and we kinda walked in on the tall fella to the right.
PS: And the dame…
AD: Dame’s a surprise, always thought it was just 4 of 'em. Put up a good fight too and sent most of us into the emergency room. Also, I let PI have fun with the boards.
PS: Huh. Guess we can all sleep better tonight then.

ghoulcity  asked:

1-10 with a ship of your choice :o?

okay so the chatpost freakin BROKE making it annoying as hell to convert the text back skdkskd thats why i took so long answer this sorry!!

anyway here’s some garbage dead sea/aurelius 

1. Who’s the one who’s reckless and always getting into trouble while the other gotta pull em out

Definately Dead Sea. All of my dumb ass fic ideas are based around Dead Sea accidently ebding up shot creek without a paddel and Aurelius comes to rescue. …Maybe Dead Sea does it on purpose?

2. Who’s the one to send the other “I love my gf/bf” memes

An equal mix. Dead Sea more so as he’d be slightly more computer literate.

3. Who’s the one who listens to a music genre the other doesn’t like and how does the other react

Aurelius would like country music that Dead Sea finds weird… But he’ll still let Aurelius keep it on the radio.

4. Which one spoils the other more and do they ever get competitive to show the other more love

Aurelius is loaded. Being a Elite Centurion has it’s perks!

5. How many years did it take to get married or was it just not for them

Marriage is…only for Hets in my legion canon sadly…So Deadsy and Aurelius simply stick to what they’ve got.

6. What was their wedding like

see above

7. Is their friends/family supportive

Well… one really knows beyond Dead and Aurelius’ recruits. Even then the younger ones just assume theyre Good Buddies…

8. How does one comfort the other when the other is in distress/having a panic attack/crying

Dead Sea has a very tough time controlling his emotion. He tries hard to do so- But it’s hard abd it gets on top of him. …Aurelius often just beings Dead Sea close to him while he quietly does his work. Best not to bring attention to the panic attack and embarrass Dead Sea more.

9. Which one dissociates


10. Which one stares at the other’s booty like “damn” and how does the other react when catching them

Aurelius stares, Dead Sea catches him and glares….But he secretly loves the attention…so long as Aurelius doesnt try to cop a feel while theyre on duty together

so, after all fics I’ve ever read I decided to do fanfiction recommendations page, because I’ve read a lot of amazing fics and I’ve never reblogged them if they’re not on tumblr. So here it is.

Works are sorted by AUs, but it might look a little bit messy for you, because some of them has more than one AU (like Uni and Soulmates at the same time). I don’t recommend visiting this page while you’re on mobile :D

~ 250+ fics

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Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat!
This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic
of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together,
a moodboard based on one of our threads,
or some other
goodie! Happy Halloween!  Let’s celebrate!

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sorry that this took a while but here you go!~ I guess this is a bit of an aesthetic of Gladio??? I dunno. I just had no idea what to do, so this could be used as a mobile header or whatever xD  I do hope you like it~


Originally posted by jurassicparkfilms

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Hiya!! Could I please get an Owen x reader? Just a small fluffy thing in which (Y/n) meets Owen when she visits the park with her little sister, who is obsessed with the raptors.

A/N: Sorry this took me so long.  It’s been a while since I wrote anything.  One prompt left and then I’ve got nothing more to write, so feel free to send more prompts if you want!


“Em, I think we have to-”

“Shhhh…”  You look down at your little sister, Emily, who’s staring down with silent amazement at the raptors.

“Em, the paddock’s closing and we-”

“I don’t want to go yet,” she whispers.  

“Em, we’ve been here for two hours.”

“Five more minutes.”

Just then, you realize someone’s standing behind you.  

“I’m so sorry, I swear, we’ll leave-”  You turn around to find yourself face to face with a ridiculously handsome man.  

“I don’t mind,” he says and his smile almost makes you melt.  You realize you recognize him from earlier, when he was feeding the raptors.

“You’re one of the trainers, right?” you ask.

“Owen Grady,” he says, extending his hand to shake.  “Raptor alpha.”  You snort at the last bit.  

“Alpha?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.  “What are you, a super hero?” 

Owen seems mildly taken aback and for a second you regret your comment.  But then he smirks, like he’s accepted your challenge.

“Wait, you’re the alpha?”  Suddenly, Emily’s no longer staring at the raptors, but up at Owen in rapt admiration.  “How is that even possible?  You must’ve had to imprint on them when they were born.”

“That’s right,” Owen says, and you see his eyes spark with interest as he turns his attention to Emily.

“The blue one’s the beta, right?”  And suddenly, they’re in a full conversation, discussing the developmental stages of velociraptors and debating different training methods.  

You can’t help but smile as you watch the two of them, talking like they’re old friends.  You’ve always known that Emily was a genius, but a lot of other adults were fooled by the fact that she was only 11 years old.  Owen didn’t even seem to notice, and the two spoke rapidly and excitedly for ten minutes.

“Do you want to see them in action?” Owen asks and Emily’s eyes go wide.

“Can I?” she asks, then looks at you.  “I thought we had to go.”

“We don’t want to inconvenience you,” you start, but Owen cuts you short.

“It would be my pleasure,” he says and he smiles that smile again.  You scold yourself for being so attracted to him, but you blame the heat.  And his charming personality.  And his good looks.

He turns to look down at the raptors and pulls out a clicker.  The raptors all look up and you’re amazed by how attentive they are.  

He goes through a whole routine, and you watch as the raptors follow his every command.  Truthfully, you really watch Emma, who’s having the time of her life, tracking Owen’s every command and watching the raptors’ every move.  

By the end, she’s grinning from ear to ear.  You don’t think it’s possible, but when Owen offer to let her throw the treats down to the raptors, her smile grows even bigger.  

As she tosses the food down, Owen ambles over to you, that look back on his face.

“What’d you think?” he asks and you shake your head.

“Very impressive, alpha,” you tease.  

“Glad you’re impressed,” he smirks.  “That was the goal.”

“Was it?” you smile.  

“Of course,” he says.  He glances over at Emily, who’s now watching the raptors devour their food.  “So how long are you two going to be here?” 

“My sister’s going to be here for the next two weeks,” you say.  “But after that, I actually start a job in the PR department.”

“The PR department?” Owen repeats.  “Of the park?”  You nod.  “As in you’ll be living on the island?”  You nod again.

“(Y/N), I’m hungry,” Emily says, coming over to stand next to you.  “Is it okay if we go now?  Can we come back tomorrow?”

“Yes to the first question,” you reply.  “And the second one is up to Owen here.”  Emily turns to look at Owen.  His face is unreadable.  

“Why don’t we exchange number, (Y/N) and you can give me a call when you guys are heading over?” Owen says, his face breaking into a big smile.  You raise an eyebrow as his mouth twitches.

“Smooth, Owen, smooth,” you say, already taking your phone out of your pocket.  He hands you his phone and the two of you tap your numbers in.  He hands it back to you.

“And (Y/N),” he says.  “Feel free to inconvenience me whenever.”

“How about 10 tonight, at Margaritaville?” you ask, suddenly feeling bold.

“I don’t know,” Owen says, his voice clearly teasing.  “I think I can fit you into my schedule.”  With that, he walks away.

You turn and see Emily, staring at you with a stupid grin on her face.

“Shut up, Em.”