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ATTENTION: Plagiarism Alert

This post is for anyone who has written fanfiction, read fanfiction, or respects writer integrity.

In a review and an ask, it had come to my attention that someone under the penname “PancakesAndCookies” on the website Asianfanfics had plagiarized one of my stories. Naturally, I googled him, and at first, I was really confused because a) I couldn’t recognize any of the titles, and b) it was a completely different fandom to PJO. Anyways, I checked it out, just in case, and I found that one of my fics had been copied word for word, with names and genders changed. While i was looking through, I recognized the summary for a another fic that I had read to be maydayparade8123‘s.

I scanned through all his fics, recognizing them as copied word for word writing by lots of lovely authors on this website and fanfcition.net. I ran a plagiarism check, and was presented with lots of results. The links to the plagiarized and original fics are listed below, as well as the original authors.

The reason this is a big deal because this asswipe has been stealing our hard work and has been taking credit for it, and is being praised for stolen work. 

PancakesAndCookies is a serial plagiarizer.

Plagiarized trash is on the left, the original author and creds are on the right. 

Don’t Deserve You | An Unorthodox Proposal by Atruwriter (HP; ff.net)

Jealousy | Just Go Ahead Now by maydayparade8123 (PJO; ff.net)

Whipped I It’s Just Easier This Way by somethingmorecreative1 

Top or Bottom | Top Or Bottom? by a-writer-of-things (Pitch Perfect; ff.net)

6 o’clock news | So Just Stall Me by maydayparade8123 (PJO; ff.net)

Newspaper | From Him by maydayparade8123  (PJO; ff.net)

On or Off? | Her Yoga Pants by somethingmorecreative1 (PJO; ff.net)

Third Date A Moment In Time by 1ooo-w0rds (PJO; ff.net)

To Fill The Gap | To Breathe Easy by maydayparade8123   (PJO; ff.net)

Hickeys and Questions | Of Hickey’s And Questions by somethingmorecreative1   (PJO; ff.net)

Your Turn | We’ve Made This Dream by maydayparade8123 (PJO; ff.net)

Mild Fascination | Walk This Way With Me by maydayparade8123   (PJO; ff.net)

Style | Kisses by anonof5puns  (PJO; ff.net)

Typical Things | Running ‘Round This River Town by maydayparade8123 (PJO; ff.net)

Yearbook Pictures Part 1,  Part 2I’m Going To Die by bellalou5  (PJO; ff.net)

Tell Me | Dream VS Reality by reynaarellapple  (PJO; ff.net)

Hangovers and Cursive R’s | Drunk on You by seawedebrain (me) (PJO; ff.net)

Chase | Your Hand In Mine by maydayparade8123  (PJO; ff.net)


I was particularly disgusted by his plagiarism, due to content of the author’s notes left by him. 

Kisses was called “UNREVISED AND TOTAL AND UTTER CRAP. ” and  “ short piece of crap”.

Just Go Ahead was called “extremely rushed and unrevised. Enjoy the total crappiness )

There were others too (Drunk On You was called “bleh and totally illogical”  and Her Yoga Pants was called “rushed and plotless”)

Nearly every story he copied was insulted. This person is not only a plagiarizing asshole, he’s also a completely disrespectful and rude douchebag who repeatedly insults the work from the writers he copies from.

Even if you’re not from any of the fandoms or have read any of the original stories, REBLOG THIS. The report function is virtually useless on that website, but spread the wordDON’T LET ANYONE EVER GET AWAY WITH PLAGIARIZING AND INSULTING OTHER PEOPLE’S WORK.

These authors work so incredibly hard writing these stories, and this is is unacceptable. Plagiarism is atrocious, please do not support this “writer”, please make sure others are aware of this. 

Note: All but four of the stories on this person’s profile were plagiarized. For this reason I’m assuming those four have been copied too, but I couldn’t find anything from the plagiarism checks on them. I’m posting the link below, so if you recognize them, please add the original fic link and author creds in, or send me an ask and I’ll do it. 

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Ever since I played TEW, I had an idea in mind for writing a post-game fic for these two loveable detectives, because I’ve always had a headcanon for how their relationship blooms into a romantic one. I started working on it before The Assignment came out, and I had a few chapters done by then. I intended to start uploading between The Assignment and The Consequence, but then the release date was so near, I decided to wait on it a bit longer.

So here you go! The first chapter. I hope you enjoy ♥

Title: Of Sound Mind - Chapter 1 - Unwell Summary: In a world where fear has new meaning, Sebastian strives to look after Joseph following their hellish journey through STEM.  Words: 4590 Timeline: post-game Genre: hurt/comfort/eventual romance

Artwork drawn by my girlfriend deltastic of delborovic art! ♥

My other Joseb works can be found here, and please, if you haven’t by now, go check out my girl’s awesome art blog!

Coming Home (Olicity, Al Sah-him spec fic, Explicit)

Story #4 in my Can’t Pretend Series. Reading the first three is strongly recommended because these are based on my pre-3x20 speculations:

1 - To This Moment
2 - Don’t Look Back
3 - Please Stop/Never Stop

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John Diggle knew she was pregnant before she did.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for her period to disappear for a few months, sometimes an entire year, depending on her stress levels, so when her period didn’t come one month after her night with Oliver - with Al Sah-him - she didn’t think twice about it.

Or the month after, or the month after that.

The morning sickness was explained away as food poisoning, and her aversion to some foods was a step past that.

Felicity didn’t think about the fact that she hadn’t been on birth control for over three years, or the fact that she hadn’t been with anyone in longer than that. Why take birth control, with all its risks of clots and other issues, when there was no reason to be safeguarding her eggs?

It was logical, and so was forcing herself to forget the night Al Sah-him had slipped into her bedroom, the night she’d managed to see through all those layers of the assassin he had become to find Oliver Queen still hiding inside. To find the man who guided Al Sah-him’s actions, coming to her without knowing why.

His note, ‘Never stop,’ was in her bedside nightstand.

She’d kept it out for a while, kept staring at it for a long time after that night, after she’d made love to a man who was so deeply divided within himself that it was a miracle he didn’t have a mental break. It was a sign, a sign that her Oliver was still in there, still fighting to come out, still fighting for her, for them. She’d kept it out, wanting to see it, to remind herself that waiting for him wasn’t the stupidest thing she’d ever done.

But he didn’t come back.

Eventually, she put the note away, crying herself to sleep before waking up the next morning, and putting it all out of her mind.

And it worked, until John pulled her aside one day and asked her point-blank, “Are you pregnant, Felicity?”

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Sidhebeingbrand wrote a wonderful little fic inspired by one of my doodles. It’s called Feelings on Paper, and it’s about C’rizz trying to read Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. Seriously, read it. I’ll wait here.

So yeah, I tried to illustrate my favorite part of the fic. That means I’ve made fanart of a fic based on some fanart I made. That’s an ouroboros of fanart, basically.

anonymous asked:

Please can you post the next chapter of The Sound Of Your Voice 😁

I was having wifi troubles earlier, so apologies for the delay in this chapter. Better late than never, right? :p

[ part one | part two | part three ]

THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE (PART IV)

Gail was honestly expecting radio silence from Holly after the almost-kiss and then Holly’s brush off after the wedding. So she was surprised when Holly texted her the very next day as if nothing had happened. Gail went with it, not wanting to rock the boat. If Holly was going to pretend that nothing had happened—or almost happened—in that coat closet, then so was she.

She could just pretend that she hadn’t nearly kissed a woman in the back of a coat closet at her boss’ wedding, right? She could blame all the fluttering feelings in her stomach on the alcohol, right?

Of course she could.

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the sunshine family | naruto

prompt: This post by the lovely sakaeguchiyuuto  ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

pairing: The sunshine family. 

notes: I’m so happy I’m writing this, the fanart was so cute and I’m so inspired by fanart everyday when I write because everything you artists do is just simply astonishing. And thank you sakaeguchiyuuto for letting me put a cute family story to your art! I hope everyone enjoy this short little fic. And I hope I did it justice. Enjoy!


Family bonding is important, it makes memories, lasting bonds, and most importantly love grows. Love is the ingredient that holds families together, and makes them stronger. And the love of a family can never wilt.


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“Once upon a time, there was a king. And he lived in a beautiful castle with the prince and the princess and his royal advisers. And they were happy. But they were also lonely. The king didn’t want to be king, mind you. He had inherited the throne-”

“What does inherited mean?”

“It means that the king’s parents…err…gave it to him.”

“Oh.”

“One day, the king met a queen. A beautiful queen. And she was kind and smart and brave.”

“What was her name?”

“Her name doesn’t matter. The point is that-”

“Was it L-?”

“It doesn’t matter! And stop giggling!”

“Sorry, go on.”

“But the queen also had a secret side. Whenever somebody hurt her or hurt the ones that she cared about, she turned into a big fiery dragon! And she would protect her friends and her…her family. But when she wasn’t a dragon, she was the nicest person in the kingdom. She loved the prince and princess. And they loved her.”

“What about the king? Did he love her?”

“With all of his heart. But he never told her.”

“Well, then…the king’s an idiot.”

“Yeah, I suppose he is, isn’t he?”

- Preview from the Jily fanfiction that I’ll be releasing in a few weeks. I’ve literally been waiting for almost a year to release it; I wanted to release it during the summmer since it’s set in the summer. Of course, with my track record of updating, it’ll probably be Christmas before I update it. But it’s the thought that counts!

Good Enough - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Good Enough

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 2,588

Warnings: Self-conscious reader (?), body image issues, self-hate 

Original imagine:

You sighed in peace as the warm water cascaded down your body, relaxing your soar muscles and washing away all the blood, dry and not, from you. It was a particularly difficult hunt but luckily was over now. It was some freaking demon, picking girls up at bars and then torturing them (as you had found out). All of them would go missing for exactly seven days and then would be found at the doorstep of their houses all bloodied, bruised, beaten and cut. Fortunately you managed to find the demon quickly but since you had the suspicion that he worked with others too, you had to follow him to find his hiding place.

Unfortunately for you, though, that meant that you had to be the bait. You had to go get all well-dressed, put some make up and try to seduce him into choosing you and getting you to his place as one of his ‘victims’. You really doubted in the beginning that he was going to choose you, though, not matter how much you tried to seduce him. Even if you tried your hardest you knew that there was no chance he would chose you over any other girl at the bar. Not that you had told this to the guys. You were self conscious about your body and whole image in general but you hadn’t showed it to the boys and certainly not Dean. Why would you?

You doubted he would even be interested to hear your self-pity words. You doubted he would even care to hear at all when he could have any woman he wanted to, clinging to him every second. Why would he? Sure you were best friends for about 5 years and had shared more than plenty of secrets and thoughts. You were really close, that was true, but you were not going to tell openly to the man that you were in love with (even though he didn’t know that either) the thoughts you had about yourself.

To cut a long story short, though, your plan had gone perfectly well, which also surprised you too. Despite Dean’s many protests of going in there as a bait the plan had worked and after you got the demon to take you to his place, Sam and Dean following closely behind, they both barged in and managed to kill them. Maybe it took them a little long, seeing as the demon managed to get to torture you, but it was nothing that an experienced hunter like you could not take.

You exited the bathroom and started drying your hair with a towel. Two thoughts constantly running through your mind. The one was the look on Dean’s eyes when he had barged in through the door of the warehouse where they kept you. You had never seen that look on his eyes before. Nothing that you had experienced before. When his eyes locked with yours and he saw the state you were, bloodied and with some bruises, you could clearly see it. He was angry but at the same time… scared. Of you getting hurt? Of you dying?… Of him losing you? You really couldn’t point your finger on it. But what surprised you even more was that when he managed with the help of Sam to kill all the demons and he managed to free you… he hugged you.

He had never hugged you so tightly and you had never heard his heart beat so wildly. Maybe it was from the adrenaline but you couldn’t help the tiny bit of hope in you that maybe it was because he was scared of losing you and he finally felt relief to have you in his arms. You didn’t really care at that moment though. You just hugged him like there was no tomorrow and decided not to think of anything else… but him and his arms wrapped tightly around you. His face buried in your neck and yours buried in his chest, breathing in his scent.

The other though, well the other thought that ran through your mind was the look on Dean’s eyes once again. But not when you were on the warehouse. No, this time it was the look Dean had on his eyes when you had walked out of your room; black high heels on, accompanied by a tight black dress that showed off your curves more than you’d like. You didn’t have another one, though, and you needed to do the job asap. Catching the demons was more important that your own insecurities. The look on Dean’s eyes though made you want to hide yourself from eyesight, even more. You couldn’t really decipher it, but his wide eyes and wide open mouth certainly indicated that he was shocked. You didn’t really know if it was a pleasant shock or not, though.

You scoffed at the thought itself.

“Why the hell would it be a pleasant shock, huh?” you asked your own self.

“As if there is anything beautiful here to be pleased to see, anyway” you muttered to yourself, staring back at your own reflection on the full length mirror on your room. You had only worn your underwear so every curve and little scar could be easily spotted, even if it was in the most well-hidden place.

You scoffed at yourself again, tears welling up in your eyes “Look at you” you mumbled, touching your own face and then running your fingers down your body, over every little scar or stretch mark; gripping at some places where there was a little more fat. Your arms, your stomach, your hips, your legs.

“Like there is even anything interesting on you” you spoke bitterly at your reflection on the mirror “Like there is even anything that could make him look at you any other way that friendly. The hell he would” you spit the last word, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Just look at you” you laughed, though it was full of pain “Why would he, huh? Why, when he can have any woman he wants to. Certainly not you. Why the hell you?” your vision started to become more blurry.

Tears had by now started streaming down your face, though a pained smile was on your lips.

“Like hell would he ever be interested in you. Why, when he can have any other beautiful woman he wants to clinging of him. Why would he ever see you as more than just as a friend. Why would he, when there in no beauty here anyway. Why, when with just one look he can see all of your flaws.” you asked in a bitter voice tone.

You shook your head and laugh bitterly through your tears “What the hell am I even saying. Look at me. I am one big fucking flaw” you put your hands in front of your face just to wipe a few tears away. Not that it helped anyway.

“Look at you.” you said looking back at yourself in the mirror “Look at all of your freaking flaws. Why would he be attracted to someone with this looks, huh, why?” you asked through sobs.

Your whole body would shake with sobs. Your knees gave away, unable to support you any longer, and you collapsed to the ground. You hit your legs with your hands clenched in fists.

“I hate you, damn it! I fucking hate you!” you all-but-shouted and you looked back at your reflection in the mirror. At your tear-stained cheeks and every little detail of your face that you didn’t like about yourself.

You shook your head, gritting your teeth, and averting your eyes from the mirror. You brought your knees up and hugged them to yourself. Your crying could no be stopped now. Sobs shaking your whole body.

Many times you would stay till late at night, thinking of all those things and crying yourself until sleep enveloped you. There were many times too that when the boys were not at the bunker that you would stand in front of the mirror staring at all the things you didn’t like about yourself and crying. You had never gone at the extended of shouting at your own self and saying out loud all the things you hated but the thought was always there. The thought of not being good enough.

You mind felt dizzy from all the crying and you had started to doubt your ability to hear as well. Until-

Two strong arms grabbed at your shoulders and shook you violently, making you pull away and look up to meet two green and filled with worry orbs looking back at you.

“What the hell do you even think you’re doing?!” Dean’s voice, clearly filled with anger, snapped you from your daze.

“I-” was the only thing you managed to say.

“What the hell (Y/n)?!” he shouted once again “Tell me what the actual hell were all the things you said?!” he asked holding onto your shoulders more tightly.

“You- you heard that?” you managed to say in a low whisper.

“Yes, damn it! Yes I did! And you better have a good explanation or else I-” he started saying but you cut him off.

“Don’t, Dean. Please. I am perfectly aware of how I am. Just- don’t-” you couldn’t say more but just fought to keep the new wave of tears from flowing.

Silence followed for a while, until Dean decided to break it.

“You can’t be serious right now, can you?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief “You can’t be seriously thinking that low of yourself” he added in a whisper.

“Dean I- I know perfectly well that I’m not beautiful so-” you started saying but he cut you off.

“Don’t! Don’t you dare say it once again! Don’t you dare even think of it or else I swear to every god I’ve met that I’m gonna go through heaven and hell to change that myself, you hear me?!” he shouted on full angel and all you could do was nod with wide eyes. You would be lying if you said that you were not slightly afraid at that moment.

“I’m sorry” he sighed looking down for a second “And I’m sorry that I hadn’t realized it all this time. But damn (Y/n), stop saying it. Stop thinking of it. And just talk to me. Why the hell would you even think so low of yourself, sweetheart?” he asked brushing a few tears off your face.

“Because… that’s the truth Dean.” you murmured and you saw anger flash through his eyes once again and his jaw clench, but he didn’t say anything.

“I am not pretty and I am perfectly aware of all my flaws. I’ve got extra weight but no matter how much I try to lose it I just- I can’t. I’m- I’m not beautiful Dean, and I know it. You do too” you brushed a few tears off your face “I am nothing like all those girls you pick up at bars and nor can I ever be.” you added in a whisper.

“Yes you are nothing like them cause you are way better!” he said in a firm voice “Damn it (Y/n) just hear me out, ok? You are beautiful. In fact you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. You have no idea how much I fucking love those curves of you and how cute those small scars make you. You have no idea how much I freaking love this rocking body of yours, because believe me it is freaking hot. You are freaking hot, (Y/n). I could see it when you wore that tight dress earlier today and I can even more see it now” he said and you, upon realizing that you were only in your underwear, brought your knees closer to yourself in order to cover yourself up somehow.

“No, don’t hide from me princess” he whispered in an almost loving voice tone. He took your arms away from your knees and you let them fall to the floor as you gazed back at his eyes which would not stop roaming your body “So freaking gorgeous” he whispered mostly to himself and you felt heat rise in your cheeks, his eyes looking every inch of your body as if trying to memorize you.

This has to be a dream you thought There is no way Dean would like me this way.

“You say I’m hot but you- you never actually flirted with me the way you do with all those girls” you mumbled and his eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“I never actually flirted with you because-” he paused for a while, unsure if he should continue"-I was afraid. I was afraid of you rejecting me. You know I never was good with words (Y/n), and all those chicks- they were just a way for me to forget what I never could have.You.“ he sighed running a hand down his face "I know this probably is kind of late but damn- I have always liked you, ok? Like really liked you and I-” he started speaking again but you cut him off.

“You like me?” you asked with wide eyes “You like me?”

“Yeah, yeah I do and I- if you want to, we could…” he trailed scratching the back of his head.

You bit your lip not sure if you should do what you were thinking but decided to do so, either way. Without a second thought you grabbed him by his shirt and crashed your lips to his.

His eyes widened in the beginning but soon tarted to respond. His hands traveled up your arms to your neck and cupped your face, goosebumps were created on your skin.

“Sorry I just-” you whispered out of breath as soon as you both pulled away, heat rising in your cheeks.

“Still haven’t realized the effect you have on me, have you?” he asked with a small smirk and you frowned a little bit. You opened your mouth to question him but soon you got the answer to your question. Your eyes followed his, down to his pants and you quickly averted them, blushing even more as soon as you saw the bulge in his pants.

Dean only chuckled and kissed your cheek softly.

“I didn’t know that you felt of me that way” you mumbled and he laughed softly.

“Obviously you’re as much clueless as beautiful” he smiled and pecked your lips.

You laughed and looked down at your hands “Thank you Dean” you mumbled after a while of silence.

“No need to thank me princess. You know it’s the truth” he smiled “Right?” his smile fluttered for a split second.

“Yeah, Dean. I know” you smiled at him and closed the distance between you.

You hugged tightly and you buried your face in his chest, breathing in his scent.

“Now, how about we get you dressed before you catch a cold, hm?” he asked through your hair.

“Or maybe we could get rid of these too?” he asked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

“Dean!” you said and he laughed.

“What baby?” he asked.

“You’re an asshole” you mumbled and his chest vibrated as he laughed more.

He hugged you more tightly and you sighed in content. Every bad thought about yourself disappearing from your mind as if it was never there. Because in Dean’s arms you actually felt good enough for him and that’s what mattered to you.

Inked

*pretend that’s harry styles and not toby ok

Author’s Note: SMUT YAY. tbh i didn’t really put in like, a lot of connection… they kinda just fuck but it is WHAT IT IS AMIRITE?? and its really late but i really wanted to post this, so i might have to come back and edit in the morning, bear with me folks, it’s better than nothing. 

Warnings: Sexual Content

Extras: Tattoo (kinda)

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“I have one rule.”

“A rule?” She laughed. “You’ve given what, three tattoos in your life?” She snickered and took another sip of her drink.

“Four, thank you.” He corrected with a smirked, watching her intently.

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Baby Heaven’s in your Eyes - ROZDZIAŁ 17 || Tłumaczenie

Oryginał: Baby Heaven’s in your Eyes

Pairing: Larry, Ziam, Narbara, (Elounor)

Opis: Przedostatnia klasa!AU, gdzie Harry jest popieprzonym bad boy'em z wieloma problemami, Louis jest perfekcyjnym bogatym chłopakiem ze zbyt wieloma pieniędzmi i ich szkoły są po przeciwnych stronach ulicy,naprzeciw siebie. Spotykają się na imprezie i to jest ostatnia (i może jedyna)rzecz jakiej potrzebują.

Uwagi: punk!Harry, innocent!louis,wulgarny język, miłość męsko-męska, sceny erotyczne, narkotyki, alkohol,

Tłumaczka: Ja

Poprawki: Marcelek xx

Od tłumaczki: Drama Time czas zacząć.

≫≫≫≫≫MASTERPOST≪≪≪≪≪

- Więc jeszcze raz, kiedy jest ta wycieczka? - Zapytał ojciec Louisa tydzień później, podczas niedzielnego obiadu.

- Za dwa tygodnie. Trzynastego.

- I gdzie zamierzacie przebywać?

- W Sanderson.

- I kiedy przypuszczalnie mamy zapłacić?

- W tym tygodniu, prawdopodobnie.

- Będę w Manchesterze w interesach w ten weekend. - Powiedział jego ojciec.

Louis skinął głową, naprawdę nie interesując się tym, będąc szczerym. Całkowicie interesował się tym, że chciał zapłacić za pokój Harry’ego, więc mogliby spędzić razem noc. I nie byłaby to wielka rzecz, jeśli Louis nie miałby czegoś zaplanowanego.

Był w 100% pewny, że chce uprawiać seks z Harrym. Był tak zakochany, że to poniekąd boli i nie miał pojęcia, czy Harry lubił go nawet bardziej niż przyjaciela, czy nie, ale chciał Harry’ego zabierającego jego dziewictwo. Planował także zerwać z Eleanor na tej samej wycieczce. Więc tak, byłoby naprawdę burzliwie i stresująco w jednym.

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“Is it natural for a baby’s fever to be this high?”

“Of course it’s not natural! Her temperature is too high, even for an adult!”

“There has to be something–”

A wail.

“No – no, no, no, Sarada, stay with me, please. Mama’s here. It’s all right.”

A scream.

“Isn’t there anything you can do?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“There has to be–”

“No! There is nothing, Sasuke-kun! Her fever’s not going down at all, and I’ve tried everything, but…”

A sigh.

“I’m sorry. You wanted a family so badly, but I can’t even keep our own daughter alive… I’m the worst mother ever!”

“No… I should have… It’s my family that…”

A whimper.

“There has to be something – if not in the village, then out there somewhere. I’m sure he knows something.”

“No. You’re not doing this. I won’t let you.”

“It’s for Sarada. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“… All right.”

Two fingers pressed against a wide forehead that burns brighter than the sun.

“Sarada… I’m going on a mission, okay? I don’t know when I’ll be back… but I’m going to bring you something. Something to make you feel better.”

A breeze as the front door slams shut.

Twelve years later, the ragged breathing of a woman that has collapsed too many times for a woman her age.

“Sarada-chan, did you remember to take your medicine?”

“Yup.”

“And you’re wearing your glasses all the time, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re not pushing yourself too hard with training?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“Your mama’s just worried about you, Sarada-chan.”

“I know.”

A sigh.

“I hope he really does find something…”


You know how they have speedy videos of people painting fanart?

I need to make a speedy video of me writing Harry Potter fanfiction.

It opens up with a shot of my fingers hammering the keyboard keys. Cuts to the laptop screen where the story seems to be coming along great. Cuts back to the laptop as my hands suddenly pause. Interchanging scenes of me hitting backspace while you see the words on the screen disappearing. Cuts to ten minutes of me staring off into space. Closeup of me triumphantly smiling as I’ve thought of the perfect idea. Cuts to me trying to dramatically act out the scene, using the pens on my desk as wands. Cuts to a wide shot of me gracelessly flopping around my dorm room as I continue to act out the scene. Pause. Cuts back to my desk as I wheel back over. Cuts to a shot of my fingers hammering the keys. Cuts to the laptop screen where you see that I’ve written one sentence. Cuts to another triumphant smile because I’ve accomplished a lot on this story today.

anonymous asked:

Omg PLEASE make it longer than a 3 shot I'm already in love with this story!!!

A/N: Still trying to get through NGCS, so I can’t guarantee that it will ever go further than this 3 shot but thank you for your interest and I hope you don’t mind that I use this ask to continue the story ;)


Kate awoke to the sound of machines beeping again. Her head was heavy, yet she felt restless. Pressing her eyelids open, she turned her head toward the sound of a soft sigh and saw him. “Castle,” she whispered, her voice sounding drier than normal.

“Hey,” he said gently. He looked tired and she wondered how long he’d been there. More importantly, she wondered how long she’d been there.

She remembered waking up earlier and learning she was in the hospital. But she was too tired then. She was still too tired now.

“Hey,” she whispered gently, reaching up and brushing her thumb against his cheek. He didn’t flinch when she touched him; she called this progress.

There was so much they had to discuss. Yet she couldn’t find the words to begin. When Kate had learned that she was pregnant, she’d gone through the seven stages of denial in only a matter of minutes. Acceptance had come with the realization that her child’s father needed to go. And then somehow lead here.

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a reason to come back

Just a ficlet for the upcoming scene before Emma  leaves. Just some fluffy CS! 

She was hugging Henry goodbye.

She had decided to leave town with Regina, to go save Robin and look for Lily. She still couldn’t believe that the only friend she ever had had also been from the enchanted forest, and just so happened to be the child that her parents banished. If felt like the more she learned about her past, the more she learned that everything seemed to be up to fate as opposed to choice. No one had just chose her, except of course, the man walking towards her. 

She gave Henry one last tight hug before letting go. He stepped away as Killian made his way up to Emma. 

“Hey.” she said, looking at him lightly. He was nervous she could tell, he always was worried about her. He cared for her, so why wouldn’t he be. He stared at her for a moment before taking both of her hands in his hand and hook. 

“Be careful, Swan.”

“You don’t have to worry about me.” She would be fine. Getting away would be good after what happened with Cruella, and she needed to resolve her parents problem.

“Aye, I know.” He smiled lightly, apprehension still hiding behind his eyes, then  looked down at their hands, intertwining their fingers.

“What is it?”

He looked back up before he answered, and in a way she swore she saw him trying to hold back slight tears. “It’s just, your up against Zelena, and she’s dangerous.” He shook his head a bit. “And….and the last time you left town you-” 

“Hey.” Her hand left his and came up to cradle his face, running her thumb running lightly over his small scar. “This is different. I’m not gonna forget you. And I have every intention on coming back.”

He was having a hard time looking at her, trying to hold his slightly trembling composure. “Look, I know things haven’t been great with me lately, with being made at my parents and that I’ve been-losing myself a bit.” She made him look straight at her this time,”But this is my home, and that’s not going to change anymore.” 

He was still scared, she could see it. He lost so many people, and leaving Storybrooke had always been tricky. And now she was leaving to go against Zelena and the girl who obtained all of Emma’s supposed darkness. He couldn’t help but be worried.

“Besides,” she said glancing towards Henry. “I’ve got two really great men here that I can’t imagine my life without.”

That did it. Smiling lightly, he inched forward, closing the distance between them. He kissed her softly, holding her close. It was short and incredible. She pulled away when Regina came out of the town hall telling her it was time to leave. She rested her head against his, and she heard him say something that was nothing more than a whisper.

“Come back to me.”

“Always.”

Harassment

Prompt: MC is getting bullied at work and the guys protect her.

I felt so bad for the anon-chan who gave me this request because I read your ask wrong! Anyways, I’m still going to do it nonetheless so enjoy!

Tsumugu (since anon really wanted his I did him first):

You were heading out to an interview when some old coworkers stopped you in the lobby. “Hey Natsumi?” A female employee called out.

You wiped your head around to see a group of girls you used to work with, all part of the Seasonelle fan club as they appeared in the office on a regular basis. “What’s up?” You asked.

“So how does it feel to be with the Seasonelle team because of your looks?” A woman asked. You looked at her confused as they all chimed in, either saying that your work was horrible or you were only there because of you looks. You just about had enough of their insulting when someone rested a hand on your shoulder.

“I think you should stop talking like you know everything.”

You turned around to see Tsumugu, a glare painted on his face as he stared at the women. “Next time you want to insult someone, make sure your better than them.” He said, putting his arm around your shoulder and dragging you out of the lobby. 

Muffled complaints of the women were in the distance as your eyes fixed on Tsumugu’s profile. His face was still stern as you both made your way out of the office and he got you a taxi to take to your interview.

“Tsumugu you seem more upset than I do.” You said, holding back a chuckle. “Thank you.”

A faint blush appeared on Tsumugu’s face as he ruffled your hair, “You know I couldn’t watch anyone talk bad about my woman.” He said as he sent you off to your interview.

Mintao:

You were walking towards the break room and getting a coffee to prepare for overtime. Making your way back, a guy from your old division stopped you. “Hey Natsumi which guy on the team are you sleeping with to keep that job?” 

You quickly turned around. “Excuse me?” You asked as the guy crept forward.

“I said which guy you fu-”

All of a sudden the man was pushed up against the wall, face being pushed into it while someone grabbed his tie, yanking it forward.

“Minato!” You called out, not expecting him to show up.

“Who do you think your talking to low life?” He asked, glaring at the man. “Only cowards insult women.” As he released his tie, he muttered something about him being luck they were at work as he gripped your arm and walked off briskly.

“Jeez I was wondering what was taking so long and here I find you in trouble again.” He said as walked.

You gave him a wry smile, “Thank you for sticking up for me.” 

The statement caused a blush to spread on his face, “Ah Natsumi that face is no fair.”

Kaoru:

You just came back from an interview, exhausted and ready to write an article as you made your way to your desk. As you were in the elevator, someone called for you to hold it.

As two guys ran in, you realized you used to work with them in your old division. “Hello.” You said, pushing the button for your floor.

“Ah, so miss hot shot doesn’t even have time to ask us which floor were on?” One of the guys called out. You turned to look at them curiously when the distance between you and him was rapidly closing.

“Um, excuse me?” You called out, wondering what the hell they were doing.

“I think this little one needs a lesson.” The other man called, reaching over to press the emergency stop button for the elevator.

You were in a mad panic when the doors dinged opened and Kaoru walked in to see the scene before him. “Kaoru!” You called out, half in panic and half in surprise.

His face held no emotion as he shoved the other two men out and watched the doors closed. All at once he took you into his arms, breathing in the scent of your shampoo from your hair as he caressed your back. “Are you alright?” He asked worriedly.

You nodded into his chest as your arms naturally found their way around his broad back, “Yeah just a little shocked is all.” You said.

“Next time I see them I’ll make sure they understand not to go near you.” He said, looking into your eyes. 

You smiled up at him, “Thank you. I can always count on you.”

Shusei:

You and Shusei were walking towards the reference room when you heard someone call out to Shusei, “Oi Shusei can you come look at this?” 

As he walked of to see what was going on you continued to head to the reference room. Upon getting their you noticed some of your old co-workers just about to leave. “Oh hey Natsumi.” One of them called out, walking past and hitting your shoulder. You stumbled a bit and turned around when they called out a sarcastic sorry and left.

Wondering what that was all about you proceeded to get the reference materials and make you way back to your desk, submerging yourself in your work.

Days went by and countless encounters like that kept happening. With either small shoves, rude comments and harsh glances, you had no idea what was going on. You decided to confront the duo who kepy harassing you as you asked them to come to the roof.

“You really are stupid aren’t you?” One of them called out, flipping her hair off her shoulder.

“Stay away from Shusei, he’s not just yours.” The other one clarified.

Stunned, you looked at both of them with confusion when one girl pushed you against the shoulder hard causing you to stumble backwards.

“Ah!” You called out, but you felt no impact on the ground. Instead, you were being held by familiar arms. Looking up you saw Shusei’s face, a plastered on smile and anger in his eyes as he asked if you were ok.

“I’m fine.” You said, steadying yourself.

“I don’t think it’s nice to pick on another, don’t you agree ladies?” He asked, trying his hardest to mask his disgust in his voice as the girls scampered off. “Are you really alright?” He asked again once you two were alone.

“It’s ok.” You said, showing him a smile.

He laughed and pulled you in for a hug, “Next time tell me if this is happening to you. You can rely on me you know.” He said, pulling back to give you a quick kiss.

Chiaki:

“I’m going to get coffee, anyone else want some?” You called out to the team, slowly making your way to the door. Everyone proceeded to ask for their usual as you headed out.

Coming back with two trays in your hands, you were about to give Minato his coffee when someone bumped into you from behind, causing his coffee to spill on the floor. “Oh crap, I’m so sorry! Here take mine we get the same anyways!” You called out, panicking to clean up the mess you thought you caused. 

Although you didn’t realize Chiaki watching you from his desk, a displeased look on his face as he has been watching this for a while know.

Some of the women who were part of the “fan club” for the Seasonelle team kept harassing Natsumi. Bumping into her, stealing her documents and such, but she was to clueless to think someone was doing this on purpose, instead she believed it was her own forgetfulness. 

This caused many meetings with the growler.

Just about having enough, Chiaki walked up to the group of girls, “Hey!” He called out.

They turned around with hearts in their eyes and all at once called out his name, “Yes Chiaki?”

He rolled his eyes, not even bothering with a fake smile. All eyes in the office were on his as he spoke out, “I think it would be best to stop bullying Natsumi here. Stealing her files and causing her physical discomfort don’t you agree?” He asked, causing the color to drain from the girls faces. “And next time you need to come up here, I’ll bring down whatever you need, so stay in your rabbits hole and out of our hair.” He said, flashing them a smile. 

Turning around he looked at you, his eyes telling you to follow him, and you did after you passed out all the coffees.

Walking into the conference room, you were met by his lips. A strong, heated kiss that caused you to back up against the door. “Mmh.” You moaned.

“You idiot.” He said as he pulled away and flicked your forehead.

“Ow!”

“Idiot, idiot, idiot.” He repeated, causing three more flicks on your head. “Be more aware of your surroundings, they were causing you a lot of trouble.” He said, looking into your eyes.

You smiled, touched that he was watching over you, as you wrapped your arms around him for a gentle embrace. “Alright.”

Akiyoshi:

Walking through the office at work you plumped into your desk chair to notice a note on your desk. Curious, you opened it to reveal a threat:

‘Leave the Seasonelle team or you’ll regret it.’

Shocked, you stared at the note when Akiyoshi walked up to you, trying to ask you something until he noticed the piece of paper in your hands. He plucked it out and read the contents. Enraged, he called the team in for a meeting, stating that you weren’t to be alone for a while due to the threat. 

Everyone was worried about you as the notes kept coming, along with accidents to your work space. Chair being broken, files wiped, expired food in the break room. You had no clue what to do, but Akiyoshi ensured you to wait it out until they found out who was doing this.

You were just heading out of the office and on your way home from work. Akiyoshi still had business to do, so you thought you would make dinner early and wait for him at home.

Although these past few weeks walking home alone has been troubling you. You felt you were being watched, followed, so Akiyoshi insisted that he always bring you home.

Quickening your pace you set off when you felt the presence again.

Turning around you were met by strong hands, pushing you against a nearby building. The person put a hand over your mouth and was about to talk when he was pushed off of you. Shocked, you realized that Akiyoshi was on top of him and punching him in the face, breathing heavily.

“Akiyoshi stop!” You called out, grabbing his hand and pulling him off. 

Still breathing heavily, Police arrived and took the man away.

“Natsumi.” Akiyoshi called out. You winced, bracing for a yelling when he wrapped his arms around you. “Jeez you always find trouble.” He said, combing his fingers through your hair. 

You realized you stared to shake when he picked you up and started to walk home. You were in to much of a state of shock to protest, so instead you gripped onto his shirt tightly as you both made your way home. 

“I’ll always be there for you so don’t worry.” He said, looking down at you with a soft smile.


Ohhhh! I hope the anon-chan enjoyed this one! Gave me a break from all the KBTBB requests! I hoped you all enjoyed!

bunnyofnegativeeuphoria asked:

Can I prompt? Please? I was thinking Eggsy overseeing some new recruits, and Arthur watching. There's a stuck up prick among them, and he's all oh who's that oldie in the back haha and Eggsy is getting pissed off to no end. Just when he thinks he might explode Harry rises and asks Eggsy if he could hold his files for him, casually pecking his forhead. He then looks over at dickbag and does a come here motion with his finger. Shit goes down and Eggsy is so in love XD

Hi there! This is a little short, but I loved the prompt and it was super fun to write. I hope you like! 

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