but in the end she is only calm and collected

A Lesson in Love (The Aftermath)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,817

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. This part is small snippets of how the reader is feeling after the events of the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it 😊

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - you dedicate so much time to editing all of my fics and I am forever grateful to you for that

Originally posted by otabeksaltins

Forty Minutes Later

You read an article a few weeks ago about something called ‘dry drowning’. At the time, the prognosis seemed so strange. Whenever you heard the word 'drowning’, you associated it with water. That’s why you couldn’t comprehend how it could happen on land. It took a quick Google search to inform you that dry drowning was the lungs’ inability to extract oxygen from the air; it could happen just as easily on land as it could in the water.

As you sit on the floor with your arms still wrapped tightly around your body and your legs fast asleep, you realize that you’re drowning. The world is blurring into shapes you can’t make out and bright colors that make your eyes hurt. Your head is spinning. And your heart, oh your heart, it’s aching with loss. Abandonment. Rejection.

Rejection is a feeling you don’t know very well and one that is quite literally making you sick to your stomach. By avoiding relationships, you’ve avoided this. But there was only so long you could last before it found you. You might be biased or inexperienced, but you’re almost certain that it has sensed your vulnerability like a dog sniffs out fear and is using that to its advantage. It sees you trapped out in the ocean trying to keep yourself afloat and it’s like a merciless wave that refuses to let you get your bearings before knocking you under the surface again.

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Post-BatB headcanons

- Adam gets Belle anything she wants. Literally. Anything. One time she offhandedly mentioned she liked art and he bought her the fucking Louvre.

- When Belle tells Adam she’s going to have a baby he acts all calm and collected for about five seconds. He then starts sweating profusely and runs away screaming. 

- Belle and the servants are very quick to convince him that he’ll be a great father, despite his own. In the end it only takes them half an hour to convince him to come out from under the dining table.

- The first time Adam holds his newborn daughter in his arms he cries. He never thought he could love someone more than Belle. They name her after their mothers (no, none of that weird Twilight combo name shit).

- LeFou and Stanley come over to the castle every Sunday for dinner. 

- Anytime Adam sees the Enchantress he hides behind Belle. It’s somewhat ineffective. 

- Mrs. Potts tells Belle horribly embarrassing stories about Adam from when he was younger. Whenever Belle laughs at him he calmly reminds her that she fell in love with a giant, talking buffalo.

- Maurice teaches his granddaughter how to ride a horse, just as he taught Belle. Adam fallows behind, arms out, just in case she falls. She, of course, never does.

- The second time Belle tells Adam she’s going to have a baby it only takes them twenty minutes to get him out from under the table.

anonymous asked:

I'd like to request a scenario of how the RFA reacts to the MC fainting, I've always been super curious!

Woah guys look! I wrote something!

Yoosung: 

  • Very nervous crying very hard
  • He can’t stand the thought of losing someone else that he cares about and, though he knows that probably won’t happen just because MC passed out, he can’t stop himself from worrying that something terrible was going to happen to them too
  • He tries calling emergency services, but his hand is shaking so bad he accidentally hangs up on them and he has to call them again 
  • He tries to be helpful when they do get there
  • If they need anything at all he’s there to help, anything to help MC get better as soon as possible 

Zen: 

  • Panicking 
  • He doesn’t want to leave their side, but he has to to get his phone to call for help 
  • He really does try not to panic, but he’s a very emotional person and he really can’t help that he’s afraid 
  • When MC wakes up, he does his best to be reassuring and to convince them that everything’s going to be fine, even as he’s wiping away his own tears and trying to keep his voice even
  • It’s clear to MC just how afraid he is and honestly the still probably end up reassuring him too 

Jaehee:

  • She’s pretty calm, at least on the outside
  • She knows to call for help and does so pretty calmly, explaining the situation 
  • Still she can’t help but overthink the situation while waiting for help to arrive 
  • Had MC been overworking themself in the Cafe? Were they sleeping enough? 
  • So relieved when they come to that she could cry
  • She definitely cries some 

Jumin: 

  • He’s definitely the most calm and collected out of the RFA in reaction to MC passing out, if only because he knows that him panicking wouldn’t help anything 
  • He’d quickly check to make sure they were uninjured and that they hadn’t hit their head before calling emergency services 
  • Even if MC woke up pretty quickly he’d want someone to make sure they were okay just to be sure, even if they  were convinced that it was nothing. 
  • He’s not taking them to a doctor either the doctor’s coming to them
  • They’re not moving until he’s convinced that it won’t happen again
  • Only after they’re both assured that MC is fine does he allow himself to acknowledge how terrified he really was

Seven: 

  • Despite all logic he blames himself while trying to figure out what had happened
  • Were they dehydrated? 
  • Had they not eaten enough recently? 
  • Where they sick? 
  • How hadn’t he noticed that something was wrong until they passed out? If he’d noticed earlier couldn’t he have stopped this from ever having happened? 
  • Despite having some medical training he still calls for help, security be damned, MC’s more important than anything the agency could be having him do. 
  • Even if the doctors ask him to leave the room or give MC some space he’d refuse
  • He won’t leave their side until he’s sure they’re all right
  • He has to know that everything’s okay and apologise for letting this happen to them. 

AN: Hello :) Thank you to the anon that sent me this beautiful request! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxo :3

Pairing: Avengers X Reader (( There is a lot of Maximoff Twins X Reader just purely for the fact that to me, the two of them represent family and strength. Nothing really romantic in this one though))

Prompt: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a story about the avengers as a family? Like the reader never had a good family experience(what made it bad is up to you)and how after joining the Avengers the reader finally learned what being family meant

Warning: Abandonment, verbal abuse. Also, it is a little darker and more serious than previous fics. But, it still ends on a happy note so don’t worry :)

***IMPORTANT TO ANYONE READING THIS: If you are struggling with anything at home or with your family, I don’t care who you are, you ARE loved. If you ever are struggling, please reach out to someone and tell them about what you are feeling, don’t remain silent. Please, for the love of god, know that you are not alone. Ever.

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“Finally Where I Need To Be”

You had only worked with the Avengers for a few weeks, and yet you knew that they would do anything for you. You loved the sense of community that you got when you were working with Tony in the lab, helping Wanda train, cleaning Steve’s bike with him, and everything else you got to do with them.

Still, you didn’t really understand why they were so nice to you. After all, you were just a worker to them. They were paying you to help them around the tower, not to be friends with them. You were reminded of that every time you went home from work. You would come home with a large smile on your face, still remembering how great the day had been, only to have your mother yell at you.

“You think they really like you?” She would scream. “You think they care about you?”

You knew that your mom hated the fact that you were always away from home. She loved you, you knew that much. But to her, love meant keeping you to herself and hiding you away. When you told her that you had gotten a job at the Avenger’s Tower she had almost made you quit on the spot, but after many hours of screaming back and forth, she allowed you to keep the job. But, her agreement did not come without a cost. Every day after coming home she would tell you that you were an idiot to think that they cared about you, and that you were only another worker to them.

Every word out of her mouth stung.

But this night in particular was bad. Her mother had shouted and cursed at you for hours, and when you finally stomped up to your room, your mother had said something that struck your right in the heart: “You are the reason your father left us!

You had always missed your father, and you often wondered what life would be like had be not left. It was a little over five years before that he had packed up and walked out on you and your mother, and you knew that it was the source for your mother’s need to keep you near her at all times. Part of the reason you staid with her was because you knew how she felt and you felt sad for her, but this time she had crossed a line.

You didn’t have to deal with her harsh words, and you didn’t want to. You grabbed an empty backpack and shoved some clothes and money in them, also stashing the only family photo you had, and climbed out the window. You were only one story up, and the New York City sidewalk under you didn’t seem that far, though you still had to build up some courage to jump. Whether it was the physical jump itself or leaving that made you weary, you didn’t know.

Once you had made the leap onto the sidewalk, you pushed the hood to your hoodie up over your head and looked down at your feet,, then began to walk. You weren’t like any of the Avengers who could stroll down the streets at night without fear, as a regular citizen and less-than-experienced fighter, you recognized that the streets in the city were not very safe. Yet, they still felt a lot homier than the apartment you had just escaped from. 

You didn’t know where you were going, and for all you knew you could have been going nowhere. You were content with just strolling around in central park at night, admiring the small streams and plant life that grew there.

Your phone was buzzing endlessly in your bag, you had ignored it up until now. You unzipped your backpack and picked out your phones, you frowned when you saw that your mother had called you dozens of times. But, all the calls ended when she sent you a text.

Don’t come back. You and your father don’t deserve spit. Rot in the streets.

Tears fell down your cheeks silently, and you tossed your phone in the nearest garbage can. She didn’t love you anymore, and honestly, you didn’t really love yourself either.

Without much thought, you let your feet take over and you found yourself walking up to the Avenger’s tower. It was like instinct really, it was the place where you felt the most calm and collected. It was the only place where you smiled.

You lifted a shaking finger up to the buzzer at the front entrance of the tower. Of course no one answered at first, considering how late at night it was.

But then, just when you were about to walk away, a mildly-sleepy voice came through the speakers.

“Hello?” You heard Pietro whisper, knowing that the rest of them were probably asleep.

You couldn’t find the energy to speak, you just leaned your forehead against the cool tower and sobbed.

“Y/N?” Pietro said, suddenly worried. You knew that he could see you on the cameras. “Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?”

You kept crying, the words wouldn’t come out. Suddenly, you felt strong arms wrap around you and carry you up through the towers in a flash.

Pietro set you down in the kitchen, then pulled you into a large hug. Wanda came out, clearly sensing the painful emotions, and instinctively picked through your mind to see what was wrong. She gasped and rushed over to you, wrapping her arms around the other side of you. The feeling of having both of the Maximoff twins hug you made you feel a little better, but the words and harsh words of your mother still ran through your head.

“Oh, she was wrong to say those horrid things to you.” Wanda cooed whilst petting your head. “You don’t deserve it.”

Pietro kissed the crown of your head, than looked up at his twin. “What happened to her? Who hurt her?”

You heard a hint of protectiveness in his voice, which made you flinch. Your mother had used to tone all to much with you.

Wanda felt that you did not want to tell him yourself, but you still wanted him to know so that he wouldn’t have to keep worrying.

“Her mother.” Wanda said softly. “Her mother was saying awful things to her, and told her that she could not come back to her house. She has no where to go.”

Soon, the lights flicked on, and all of the team trickled in to the kitchen, all looking both sleepy and worried. You were beyond embarrassed and you wished that you hadn’t come. Wanda and Pietro held onto you, blocking you from everyone else’s vision. She didn’t want you to be anymore uncomfortable than you already were.

“Is that Y/N?” Steve asked, worried.

Wanda spent the next few minutes briefing the team on what she saw in your brain, and even she had tears fall down her face as she recalled the emotions she experienced while looking at your memories.

“She’s not that bad of a person, she’s just a bit…broken.” You said in a cracked voice, your words were muffled by your face being pressed into Pietro’s chest.

“Y/N.” Natasha said, a small flame lit in her eyes. “I know that you must feel obliged to defend her, but what she did was wrong. It was verbal abuse.”

“How long has this been going on? Is this the first time she did something like this?” You heard Bruce ask.

You silently told Wanda to answer, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself together if you started to bring all of those memories back to the surface.

“No, every day she left the tower she was faced with the same type of abuse.” Wanda said regretfully.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Tony said with a hurt tone. “You could have staid at the tower! We have more than enough room!”

“Because she thinks that we would get tired of her.” Wanda said quietly. “Her mom told her that, and she believed it.”

Pietro pulled away from you for a moment and looked you in the eye. “How could you think that?”

“I’m only a worker here, I’m not a part of the team. I don’t click in like you all do.” You said softly. “I’m just…I’m just me.”

“That’s what makes you great, kid!” Tony said. “We like having you around! We wouldn’t want anyone else.”

“And don’t think for one second that you aren’t a part of this team.” Steve said. “You help us train, clean up, cook meals, and everything in between. You are what keeps this tower from crumbling to the ground.”

You bit your dried out lip and leaned into Wanda and Pietro’s warm arms. They were like your siblings, protective and willing to keep you up when you are falling.

“Why did you stay for so long?” Nat asked quietly, clearly trying to contain her anger. “Why would you stay with someone who kept hurting you?”

“Because I love her.” You said simply. "She may say awful things to me, yet she still needed me.“

We need you too.“ Wanda said, kissing your cheek. "Please, stay with us. Let us show you what it is like to be needed without any hurt or pain.”

You dropped your backpack at your feet and silently nodded.

Bruce smiled and got up to make some cookies, while Nat and Clint made everyone tea and hot chocolate. Tony and Steve began to bring sheets and extra blankets into an empty bedroom—your bedroom. Thor and Vision sat on the couch and motioned for you to join them.

“Just a moment.” You said, snuggling up to Pietro and holding Wanda’s hands that were wrapped around you to your chest. You soaked in their strength. It felt so good to be surrounded by warmth, love, and safety. Pietro kept kissing your head lightly over and over again and Wanda rested her cheek on your upper back.

You were exactly where you needed to be; with family. 

2

You were finally on your way home after a long twelve hour shift at Beacon County’s dispatch center. As you turned onto one of the many back roads you used to get home, something turned over on the side of the road caught your attention. You heart almost stopped in your chest as you recognized Roscoe, Stiles’ Jeep.

A lump rapidly grew in your throat as you came to a tire screeching halt on the side of the road. You scrambled to get our of your car, never once taking your eyes off of the wrecked Jeep.

“No, no, no, no.” You kept repeating the word as you made your wary to where you could see into the jeep. The windshield was cracked, allowing you to see your husband in the driver’s seat and you daughter in the passenger seat. “Stiles!” You cried, crawling forward on your hands and knees. “Stiles!”

When he didn’t respond, you flipped over onto your butt and kicked out as hard as you could, trying to smash in the windshield the rest of the way. At the sound of the glass shattering, you watched your husband startled, his eyes wide as he took in the scene around him.

He blinked a few times, then brought up a hand to touch the bleeding cut on his cheek. “Y/N?”

You nodded, letting out a relieved laugh before crawling through the opening you had made. You bypassed Stiles, knowing that he was able to get himself out, and went right for your daughter. You unbuckled the seat-belt that was holding her in place and quickly caught her as she fell out of the sideways seat.

Brushing back your daughter’s messy hair from her face, you turned her head from side to side, looking for any wounds. Your breath caught as you found a large laceration on the side of her head, blood quickly oozing from the open wound.

“Kally?” You tried waking your daughter up, but she didn’t respond. “Kally!”

You could feel your heart racing as you quickly dug in your pocket for your phone and called 911. As the phone rang, you tore the edge of your shirt and pressed the cloth onto the laceration, hoping to slow the blood loss.

Nine-one-one. What’s your emergency?” The voice on the other end spoke once they picked up.

“Over-turned jeep on Quibbler road,” you spoke quickly, your voice sounding calm and collected due to your years of being a 911 dispatcher. “Driver is conscious and moving, only a few cuts and bruises from what I could tell. Passenger has a large laceration on the left side of her head, and is unresponsive.”

Please be patient, okay? We are sending out help right now.” You could already hear the Sentry 40V2T siren from the Beacon Hills Fire Department ringing through the air. “I will need you to stay on the line with me, alright?”

Stiles had managed to get himself out of his predicament and had appeared beside you.”Y/N.” You glanced at Stiles, who was staring at Kally with wide eyes, tears welling in their honey brown depths. “Y/N, she’s not breathing.”

Upon hearing your husbands voice, your heart stopped and the phone slipped out of your hand.

anonymous asked:

Could you do headcannons for Hanzo, McCree and Genji with an s/o who distanced themselves from their mother because she was overbearing and domineering, but who came back into the picture after they joined overwatch to try and get them back under their thumb to the point of demanding they break off their relationship with the s/o please?

Hanzo:
-at first, he listened to all of their old stories
-he told them how proud he was that they were able to get away
-however, when their mother came back into the picture, he was skeptical of her intentions
-once he notices her trying to make them her puppet again, he gets angry
-he tells them such
-when he hears that they’re being commanded to end the relationship, he actually gets a bit scared
-he still has his self-image issues, so he believes that they very well may leave
-he tells them that he isn’t about to tell them how they’re supposed to live
-but more than likely, because of his commitment, they are able to break free of the control
-they stay together
-Hanzo now has a much better understanding of what their mother can do
-he becomes very attuned to how others interact with them
-he’s very cautious of anyone that appears to be manipulative towards them 

McCree:
-he learned very quickly about their past with their mother
-he constantly tells them how proud he is of them for being able to get away
-once their mother comes back into the picture, he doesn’t trust her as far as he can throw her
-he is able to quickly see what’s happening and warns them of what he thinks she’s going to do
-of course, he’s right, the mother quickly asking his s/o to end the relationship
-he fights the idea strongly, talking with them
-he’s able to make them see that their mother still isn’t honest in her intentions
-he also helps them break off contact with her once again
-he understands how hard it is to not have a parental figure, so he shares his own stories to comfort them
-he’s very protective of them, more so after what happens with their mother
-he never wants them to feel that type of pain again

Genji:
-he knew about their mother well
-the stories had led to him teaching them multiple mediation sessions
-when he learns that the mother has come back into the picture, he confronts her face to face
-this only serves to upset the mother more since she is not pleased they’re dating someone that seems to be an omnic
-Genji doesn’t push for them to choose him or her, he tells them that he knows they will make the right choice
-he also believes in their strength
-it’s well placed since they are able to end the connection with their mother again
-he is very proud of them
-he also uses this situation to show them how much they’ve grown
-it’s very calm and collected, as he knew they would do the right thing
-he doesn’t really change after the event, as everything went as he knew it would, due to his s/o’s own strength

Let’s get down to Business

To defeat the huns.

Alright, here’s the mega informational post I promised. I won’t be giving out the email to send the auditions in via this post, Instead I’ll give it to people who message me as being interested, because I really don’t feel like sorting through spam email to find the auditions, and you get the picture.

To those who have already messaged me, I will respond to you messages most likely with this post to help you figure out exactly what’s going down. I’ll have auditions open for the next two weeks or so. I’d prefer not to pick the first two people to volunteer, I like giving everyone a chance to be heard.

As I explained in the previous post this is a college assignment for my animation course, so there won’t be any money involved in it. You will be credited for your work, since as a fellow Artist I know very well how important it is to receive credit for the hard work that you do.

The project is a 30+ second animation involving 3 characters interacting, based on color theory. IE their personality is reflected by what color they are, and what the color represents in color theory. Such as red being passionate, violent, fiery, destructive ect, while Blue is calm cool and collected, and Black representing death and darkness and decay, Because it’s 30 seconds or a little bit more, there’s not much to be expected for story. Blue walks in, sits in a throne, this angers Red, Red attacks him, Blue defends himself. Red realizes she can’t break the stalemate with Blue playing fair, and uses an evil power in her sword, becoming consumed by it, and turning into Malice. Blue is distraught by what he is forced to do at the end, and takes his throne with a heavy heart.

But mostly, i wanted to do a fight scene, and attached the story bit onto it, cause we had to have one.

Anyway.

The Characters


This is Red, who  I need the female voice for. She’s fiery, violent, destructive and passionate. She becomes angered when Blue sits upon the purple throne (The entire background is purple cause I thought it’d be cool to make it a blend of the two shades Color theory and the like.) Her voice (well the grunts and stuff she makes) will be that of power, not that of a child, or cutesy. Not a deep booming voice either. Just give me what you think fits with her design, and personality.

This is Blue, the calm collected, and solemn character. Blue prefers not to kill, as he is primarily a defensive fighter, he will not be the first one to initiate combat.And avoids unneeded fights, he only aims to defend himself against Red, and either force her to surrender, or make his retreat. He is by no means a coward however, he just sees no point in ending lives and senseless violence. His voice is strong, yet not burly, think along the lines of water, and his slimmer build. I’ll let you experiment.

This is Black, a being that resides within Red’s sword, that when invoked consumes her being. The little + on it’s face opens up to reveal the face of the victim it consumed. (It is also it’s most vulnerable point)
Black doesn’t actually have a voice, or if it did, it’d be monstrous and distorted for a shriek or roar like moment. I imagine it’s voice would actually be a distorted version of Red’s, if anyone is skilled at manipulating sound programs to make a distortion. That’s not something I’m terribly good at (I’m just the animator here..)

I also have the complete story boards but I won’t be posting those, but if you’d need to see them, they can be provided.

Any further information you require let me know. And I will get that email to you that you can send the auditions to.

Thanks peeps.

OH RIGHT: I’d like the files recorded as MP3′s please. I know how to work with those. Thanks.

ALSO: Their weapons are a Greatsword and Hammer made out of fire for Red. So imagine what noises you would have to make to heave something of that size around (Think a massive greatsword like Cloud’s, not a claymore)

And Blue uses a sword and magic shield, (Long sword, much lighter than Red’s weapon)

anonymous asked:

OMG I just saw your post about Wendy snapping and going on an enraged rampage! Like, I LIVE for things like that! (imo, the nice ones are always the most brutal when they're pushed too far) PLEASE tell me you can fulfill my need for headcanons/info on this idea! XD

*screeches because someone came to them for Dark!Wendy headcanons* anon I love you 

  • when Wendy’s snap did happen, I’m almost sure it would involve Charle dying - I mean, the threat of her death caused Wendy to unlock Dragon Force, which is big, imagine what her actually dying would do to Wendy. I have a feeling that if Ezel had actually killed Charle, Wendy would have brutally murdered him and then blew up FACE and herself without a second thought
  • obviously she’d go full Dragon Force on whoever initiated the snap, but it wouldn’t be with a nakama speech or a fist clench with a determined look, no, it’d be a crazy, raging, uncontrolled Dragon Force - the full emotional power of an furious 13 year old who’s gone through too much in too little time and is just done. 
  • considering that no one else has even seen Wendy’s regular Dragon Force (because it’s doubtful whatever Force she used while fighting Avatar was full power), so this pure explosion of rage scares them a LOT, at least making it certain no one’s ever going to look at Wendy as the cute innocent member of the Dragonslayers ever again
  • I actually have this scene in mind where Wendy snaps and wrecks an entire section of the Alvarez army with her eyes closed, only going by her senses, and then comes for the Spriggan 12 member leading it and only opens them when she’s this close and delivers the final blow, and whoever it is looks into her eyes and is paralyzed by the furious anger of her gaze before falling (and that anger never really leaves, she just learns to hide it under the remains of her old sweetness)
  • after this everyone in Fairy Tail treats Wendy just a little differently - not necessarily as fragile and about to break, but more like she’s a bomb that could be set off any time, kind words with a layer of caution barely beneath them
  • the Council’s terrified of Wendy, because if this little girl can inspire this sort of fear in the greatest mages at thirteen, imagine what she’ll be able to do when she’s older (Wendy, with this level of magic at this age, is already well on her way to being Spriggan 12  material in her twenties or even earlier, with the snap reduce that by three or four years)
  • Wendy doesn’t make friends with everyone anymore, now if she wants her enemies to obey her, she just drops the whole act and stares, calm and collected on the outside but the broken, psychotic anger in her eyes is always enough to drop them to their knees. When she turns back to look at her friends she’s always happy again, and that makes her enemies even more terrified
  • really, Natsu’s the only one she can be her real self around, especially since we’re anticipating him becoming END, and I’m assuming that’ll leave its scars. He gets it, see, gets the putting up a facade to conceal the darkness because no one wants all their friends terrified of them and sometimes she just breaks down when it’s just the two of them and Natsu will cuddle his surrogate sister and remind her that it’s okay, she can’t help but be broken, and that he’ll always be there for her if no one else can summon the courage too and argh i just love END!Natsu/Dark!Wendy brotpness okay
  • overall Dark!Wendy is just a smol broken child who needs love but barely anyone is not-scared enough enough to give it to her 

that’s getting reaaally long so I’ll shut up now, I hope this fulfilled your need anon!<3 (I may write something for this if I have time, so look out for that lol)

I shouldn’t even be thinking about this.

I don’t want Season 5 to start off with a time jump. I want to see them all staring at that dagger, tentatively looking around to see who will make the first move.

I want Snow to scream at Killian, “Don’t you dare,” when he steps up. 

I want to see Regina struggle for a second. You know? That moment where you see her eyes squint for the briefest of moments before she straightens her back and murmurs, “Idiot.”

I want Regina to take Snow’s hand, because she knows what it’s like when your child is taken from you, as she ignores everyone else and tell her, “We will find her.” Because she knows every other sentence would be lost on Snow. 

I want Snow to nod at her before she hands Regina the dagger because Regina has been through this. She was the Evil Queen and she found a way to be Regina and she knows Regina is the only one she can trust. 

I want Regina to poof to Henry, who is still blissfully unaware of what has just happened. “Mom, you did it!” He will say excitingly and Regina’s eyes will gloss over before she once more straightens her back and pulls him into a hug and tells him what just happened. “You will save her, mom. I trust you.” And those are the only words Regina ever needed to hear. 

I want to see Regina standing in her fault as she tries to keep calm and collected before she explodes and breaks everything that can be broken. “You idiot.” I want to see her struggle with the idea that the woman she despised for so long, now sacrificed herself for Regina’s happiness and I want to see that vein pop on her head as she wonders what that happiness exactly is. I want her to say it out loud, “This hardly qualifies as a happy ending.”

I want to see that dagger in her hands as she turns it over and her thumb traces the letters, not even bothering to summon her, because she paid attention. She never stopped watching. Wherever Emma is now, it’s not in this world. 

I want to see Emma in her new world uttering the only word she can think of, “Seriously?”

I want the slow burn as Regina misses the presence of the Savior. I want it to take several episodes before she figures out that she can use the dagger to portal jump, as it’s the only thing that still connects her to Emma. 

I want Regina and Snow to go through the portal, because they are mothers and a mother’s instinct is never wrong. Together, they will find her. I want to see them bond once more. 

I want to see Snow ready to attack the first person they encounter and I want to see Regina pull her back. “Your daughter was better than that and so are you.”

I want to see them find Emma as she runs around causing havoc because she has no idea what to do with all her power. I want to see her struggle. 

I want to see Regina finding Emma, without summoning her, because Emma is more than The Dark One. And when she does, Emma will turn around with that apologetic smile of her, “Hi.”

I want to see realization dawn on Regina in that moment, because her happy ending .. is right there, muttering the same word as when they first met. 

And I want Regina to take a step forward as she pulls Emma into an awkward hug while murmuring, “Idiot.”

anonymous asked:

I've sorta has this headcannon that Felicity's pretty protective of her feelings, so in the aftermath of Oliver's death, she kinda shuts down when someone tries to talk to her about it, and even when Oliver comes back. Its not until a something happens and Oliver confronts her about it that she has a massive breakdown... is this appropriate for a drabble?

Well this got away from me. Not sure this is what you wanted… Sorry?

* * * * *

Like everything I’ve ever known,

You’ll disappear one day

So I’ll spend my whole life

Hiding my heart away

* * * * *

The first week is nothing but a blur of pain and confusion.

She remembers locking herself in the bathroom and screaming because it hurts so much she was sure she was dying. She remembers forgetting to eat for so long that she passed out. She remembers begging Diggle, Roy, anyone, to bring him back. Pleading with them to just bring him back to her because she can’t do this without him.

 And then there’s a moment of clarity. Where everything goes still and the whole world fades back into nothing. And he’s there, and he’s angry, furious. He yells at her to live. To fight. To survive.

And so she does. For him.

But she knows that she won’t survive if she lets herself feel it for even a second longer. So she shuts it away. Locks her pain into a little box behind her heart, and tosses the key into the ocean.

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mademoiselle-arel  asked:

okay, hi!!! I just wanna say I've been reading your drabbles and you're a great writer, really. one of the best! you should definitely know that! and if you have time, can I suggest a "forced to share a bed" prompt? Outlaw Queen of course :D

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Thank you, you honestly don’t know how much that means to me, I’m constantly criticizing my work and holding pieces back because I’m never sure they’re good enough so to have your support etc. really helps boost my confidence! Anyways, I hope this is okay! 


“Why didn’t you call for me sooner?” he tried not to snap at the princess, tried not to let the small smile breaking out onto her face irritate him as she delivered news of his son’s apparent illness. She’d met him upon arrival, had taken the time to kiss her husband in greeting, not that he begrudged them their love but still, and ask how their trip had been all before informing him that Roland was currently fast asleep in bed after spending the morning complaining of a stomach ache before spilling the contents of his stomach all over the stone slabs of the great hall. “I would have journeyed back earlier." 


And she was still smiling even as he looked at her somewhat accusingly, she never had the chance to care for her first child as she had wished, as he well knows, but even so she has that motherly instinct, that desire to love and, at the very least, the knowledge that a parent would want to be with their child at such a time. “By the time I had heard and checked in on him,” she began calmly, a smile still tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched him, “he was already being well looked after.” 


His brow furrowed at that, his head tilting somewhat alarmingly because, although he knows Snow has the common sense not to let just anyone care for his child, all of his men, those he trusted most in this world, had accompanied him on the trip and were currently unloading their spoils from the bags that had been hung upon their horses. “And just who by?” 


Still her secret smile stayed as she merely cocked her head in the direction of the castle as though saying ‘see for yourself.’ 

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I’m so developing this Mianite Gang deal 

Jordan: Greaseresque. He’s calm and collected 100% of the time and always manages to find himself in some kind of lame relationship that’ll end just as quickly as it began. Drinking and smoking aren’t as common as a real “greaser” would be but on occasions he’ll steal a cancer-stick from Tom or Sonja. Doesn’t talk often, usually only with Tucker or Tom but very rarely.

Sonja: Cheeky, sly, pyro-technical to be politically correct. She enjoys slipping behind her friends’ and enemies’ backs to catch their things on fire or hide important items. Directly correlates with a fox’s actions. Smokes often but never finishes a cigarette, most of the butts end up on someone’s arm and the burn is followed with a laugh before she disappears from the group. 

Tom: Causes so much trouble with the group– the one who signs the gang up for gang fights despite everyone being extremely against fighting. Is secretly in another gang but refuses to share the information with Jordan or Tucker due to the fear of being kicked out of the Mianite Gang. Has no special qualities to him despite his ever changing hair color– he’s like a mood ring. 

Tucker: Is the glue for the group– he keeps everyone in check. Him and Jordan talk to each in private on ways to make the group active or productive. While he’s not as quiet as Jordan is, he’s also not very talkative. Almost like the ‘mother’ of the group. Gets a kick out of Sonja’s “pranks” and will occasionally join her. They disappear for long periods of time too often. 

Toxic love {Kokoro x Jax}

She had no idea how they ended up at this point; constant fighting, minimal communication.. it wasn’t right. But..she loved him despite the toxic nature of their relationship. She just wanted the sweet loving Jax she met that night in the hospital. They were now just sat on opposite sides of the sofa, her underwear round one ankle and his seed rolling down her innner leg, and an eye patch over her bruised eye. No words were spoken..the only sound in the room was their breathing.

—past

Kokoro hadn’t been so busy all day and then in rushed several patients from a car accident. Trying to remain calm and collected, she went around checking all the patient’s vitals and conditions, writing them on the clipboards. However, there was one man that appeared to be okay, just a few lacerations here and there. “Hello, I am Shinzaki Kokoro. I am here to check you condition.” she offered him a warm, reassuring smile then went about assessing him.

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Pumpkin Spice & Everything Nice

For: Morgan @colorreturningtolife

By: Jackie @babygoatsaf @pyrofic

Summary: Lucy Polanco shouldn’t have to worry about the traditions of fall especially since she lives in always sunny L.A. Devoid of any seasonal cheer, she gets more than she bargained for when she decides to go along with her best friend to a haunted house.

Word count: 2666

Warnings: mild language

Main pairing: OFC/Niall Horan

Lucy Polanco is the first person you think would be running towards the nearest home goods store and walking out with the biggest haul of the year. Which is why when Kristol Floyd opened the door to their shared suburban Los Angeles home, her face dropped to find Lucy’s arms void of any decoration filled shopping bags. Kristol frowned at the girl in question to which Lucy quirked an eyebrow in confusion.

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