five across the eyes

beneficial (m)

word count: 13780

a/n: this literally took weeks to write and plan, and i’m so happy with the way it came out :)

|| You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. So you guess it has its perks.

> Friends with Benefits! Jungkook


Originally posted by donewithjeon

New environments were never a comforting thought for a young child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still as shy as they come.

The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her friends.

A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired boy began to swing his feet.

Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.

“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met her surprised face.

“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His black hair bounced as he nodded.

“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are you, lady?”

Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”

“Then who are you?”


“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.

Someone actually likes her shoes.

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Remus x Reader: Together (Pt2)

Warnings: mention of blood

Requested: Yes (I was v surprised)

A/N: This took me awhile to finish so I hope the ending is good!! I’m slowly getting back into writing for y’all again. So send me requests and I’ve also decided to answer headcanons and ‘would includes’. Enjoy reading my lovelies!!x

“I knew it!” Chali exclaimed once you told her about Remus.

You rolled your eyes at your friend who was skipping around the common room like a mad woman, “Chali, you need to- oh for Godric’s sake.”

She had tripped on a pile of books and fallen flat on her face, “But what about his friends?” she said, not missing a beat.

“I don’t actually know.” You realised, “I guess I’ll find out tonight.”

Once the sun had set you picked up your rucksack of food and emergency healing potions. You quietly walked to the front doors of the school, checking your watch to make sure you wouldn’t stay in the school too long. You heard the boys before you saw them.

“Oi Pads, catch!”

“Prongs don’t throw-”


“Oh for Godrics sake.” Remus said tiredly.

“Huffles!” Sirius called as he saw you approach.

“Um, hi.” You said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Hey.” Remus smiled, he looked tired- a feeling you knew too well.

“Ready?” James called, halfway out the door.

You looked at Remus who swept his arm out, signalling for you to go out before him. You followed the boys to the Whomping Willow, looking at them curiously.

“Remus I- uh- I hate to be a pain but I can’t- I mean I’ve never- humans aren’t-”

“It’s fine, they’re- well, you’ll see.” Remus chuckled before nodding at the wary looking boys.

They all looked towards Peter and your eyes followed, “oh” a small gasp escaped your lips as the small, pudgy boy transformed into a brown rat.

The other boys chuckled at you, your eyes transfixed on the boy-rat running towards the violent tree. He stopped at the trunk and climbed it, pushing his feet onto a knob, halting the trees violent movements.

You turned to look at Remus, open-mouthed in awe, who just smiled weakly. Obviously he felt the moon rising too.

“Ready Prongsy?”

“As ever Padsy.”

And they changed, one into a deer with large antlers and the other into a big black dog, causing you to gasp again. They ran towards the opening in the trunk, Sirius just beating James to get there, causing him to bark happily.

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anonymous asked:

Five sentence fic thing- They locked eyes from across the room, each ready to act on the other's signal.

They locked eyes from across the room, each ready to act on the other’s signal. Scully’s hand slipped under her jacket, feeling for her gun. The black-coated men flitted around the edges of the room, like crows - a flock, a murder for crows. She swallowed and grabbed her gun by the butt, nodded at him: Go.

Gunshots from all around. His mouth was still open on the sound of her name.

Who Takes Care of You? - Luke Hemmings Smut

Hey guys! So I’ve written a smut based off an idea a lovely anon gave me a while ago. It’s pretty fluffy but also smutty. I don’t know if I’ve got the balance right though. Is it too serious? Too fluffy? Not smutty enough? Everytime I write I try to make it better than my last post so I would really love some feedback! For those of you that take the time to do that, thank you. Anyway enough rambling! On to the smut! I hope you guys enjoy it! 



(Oh and creds to the maker of the edit! I don’t know where it came from originally, I just googled it!)

Who Takes Care of You?

“Come on darling. Please stop crying for me”.

Letting out a long and exasperated sigh you continued to rock the wailing infant in your arms. Not that it was doing much good. She’d been crying all day and despite your best efforts at soothing her she just wouldn’t settle. What were you doing wrong? Not for the first time that day you begin to feel the hot prickling of tears against the backs of your tired eyes but just as they were threatening to fall you hear the upbeat voice of your husband travelling down the hall to the nursery you’d been pacing for God knows how long.

“Y/N? Baby are you down here?”

“We’re in here Luke”, you answer but not before regaining some composure and wiping away the telltale signs of exhaustion and stress that had been clinging to your features since he’d left for work that morning.

“Hello beautiful”, Luke beams at you as he strides into the room, full of his usual brightness and cheer, “how are my two favourite girls today?”

Before you even have a chance to answer his long legs have carried him across the room to where you are standing. Instinctively you lean forward and wait for the kiss you so desperately needed. But it never arrived. Instead his strong arms have made a grab for the still discontented baby you were holding, taking her gently from your embrace and holding her lovingly against his own chest. For a moment you stand, feeling as limp and useless as a newborn kitten, watching as he effortlessly calms and pacifies your tiny daughter with a chorus of coos and babbles. A fresh wave of emotion washes over you and this time you make no effort to subdue it. Hot, salty tears wash silently down your blotchy cheeks as your body, worn out and exhausted begins to tremble. Unable to bear the sight of your husband and child any longer you walk away. Your feet carry you to your own bedroom where you collapse on your unmade bed and allow your entire body to be racked with heaving sobs brought on by feelings of complete inadequacy.


The bed sinks beside, informing you of your husband’s presence.

“Baby what is it?”

You can hear the concern and worry in his voice but you can’t answer.

“Please Y/N. You’re scaring me. What’s wrong? What’s the matter? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Why does she hate me Luke?” you eventually manage to choke out.

“Who hates you Y/N?” Luke asks rubbing your back soothingly, in a manner not completely dissimilar to the one he had calmed your daughter with moments before.

“Our baby Luke. She hates me”.

“What?” you can hear the disbelief in Luke’s voice, “Y/N our baby doesn’t hate you! How could she? You’re her mother. And a pretty great one at that.”

“If I’m such a great mother then why can I not get her to stop crying? She’s been screaming all day today Luke and I couldn’t do a thing about it and then suddenly you come home and she stops! Just like that, she stops. And if she doesn’t hate me, then what? Am I hurting her? Is that why she won’t stop crying?”

“Oh Y/N”, Luke sighs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. Your tears are rolling onto his shirt but if he noticed, he didn’t care.

“You are a wonderful mother Y/N. You love our daughter to death and that makes me love you even more. You’re tired Y/N, that’s all. She can sense that you’re stressed and it’s making her stressed. And if I’m honest it’s partly my fault.”

“No Luke”, you interrupt, knowing where the conversation is leading. He was about to volunteer to take time off from the band to focus on your family, just like he’d done when you’d found out you were pregnant.

To say your pregnancy was unplanned was the understatement of the year. Yes, you two were married but only just, and neither of you had any intentions of having kids so soon. There was still so much to do before that. You were busy with your own work and Luke was in the middle of making a new album which would eventually lead to a tour. It was bad timing. However, being the headstrong person that you are, you decided that you could both still have it all; the house, the career, the marriage and the family. But you’d taken on too much too soon. It didn’t help that you were as stubborn as an old mule and found it very difficult to admit that you were struggling. So instead of asking for help like you should have done, you told Luke to keep working his long hours while you did your level best to keep this together at home.


“I can’t ask you to do that Luke. The band would suffer.”

“You’re suffering Y/N!” Luke interjects, a hint of forcefulness creeping into his usually placid voice, “You’re suffering and I can’t bear to see you like this. I should never have agreed to go back to work so soon. I should be here helping you instead of spending fourteen hours a day holed up in the studio. It was never fair on you baby and I’m so sorry. I’ve let you down. I’ve let both of you down.”

“You haven’t let us down Luke”, you sob, his heartfelt confession reducing you to renewed tears, “you could never let us down.”

“I love you so much Y/N and I swear to you from now on we are in this together but you have to promise me that if you ever start to feel overwhelmed again you’ll tell me”.

“I promise Luke”.


His taste floods your senses as his lips meet yours. The kiss was serving to reinforce what he had just said. You could feel the love and care he had for you radiating off him and it was serving as a much needed tonic for your weary bones. Slowly but surely, you could feel yourself coming back to life. You fingers entwined in his hair as you pulled him nearer to you, your actions fuelled with an aching desire to be as close to him as possible.

“Y/N” Luke groans as your lips part momentarily, allowing you to breathe. His lips are swollen and his hair is tousled. A five o clock shadow had crept across his defined jawline and his blue eyes were darkened as they fixed on your own. He looked good. A swell of self-consciousness washes over you when your mind wanders to how you must look. Your eyes are more than likely puffed and bloodshot from a combination of tears and lack of sleep, you dread to think about how knotty your hair must be considering you can’t even remember the last time you took a comb to it and you know for a fact you’re wearing the least enticing pair of panties you own.

“Luke…”, you start to excuse yourself, attempting to untangle yourself from his embrace but the tanned arms locked around your waist prevent you from doing so.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I have to go and take care of something”, you lie. You had nothing to take care of. You just didn’t want to be naked in front of him right now.

“No way baby”, Luke smirks, pushing you down onto your shared bed, “you’ve been taking care of too much lately. I think it’s high time I took care of you”.

Before you can protest Luke’s lips make contact with the sensitive skin of your neck, finding your sweet spot with ease as his hands work their way up your shirt. Your lips part to tell him to stop but all that escapes is a long, drawn out moan as his calloused fingers find your nipples and begin to twist. Inadvertently, your hips rise in an attempt to ease the pressure between your thighs his touch is causing.

“Luke”, you whimper weakly as he pulls your shirt over your head, exposing your already heaving chest to the cool air of your bedroom.

“I’ve got you baby”, he lulls before lowering his mouth to your breast. The feeling of his hot, wet mouth sucking on your nipple causes a crude moan to rip from your throat. This was just what you needed. His hands and mouth knew your body so well he had reduced you to a needy, wanton mess in an embarrassingly short length of time. And you were desperate for more. Reaching down, you tug at the hem of his muscle tee, more than eager to feast your eyes on the sight it concealed. Noticing your grappling Luke raises his head from your cleavage and rids himself the offending fabric.

“Better?” he asks with a cheeky smile.

“Take your pants off”, you command, taking full advantage while the going was good.

Nodding, Luke stands and struggles out of his jeans in a way that would have been comical had the air between you not been so heavy with desire. Taking a deep breath to quell the butterflies that had erupted in your stomach at the sight of his erection straining against the elastic of his boxers, you raise your hips and begin to shimmy out of your own jeans.

“No baby”, Luke stops you by placing his hands over yours, “I told you, I’m taking care of you tonight.”

Resting your head back against the pillows you close your eyes and focus on the sensation of Luke’s lips worshipping every inch of newly exposed skin he comes across as he works your jeans down your legs. You hear the heavy sound of your jeans being tossed onto the carpeted floor beside you and you wait as patiently as you can for Luke to remove the last article of clothing preventing you from being fully exposed to him. Luckily you didn’t have to wait too long. You feel Luke’s warm breath rush over your clothed mound as he plants a chaste kiss on you before looping his thumbs over the sides and pulling them from your body.

“You’re so gorgeous”, you hear Luke mutter as he hooks his arms under your legs and pulls your dripping core level with his mouth, “Can I taste you?”

His words barely register with you. How could they when your mind is completely fogged over with a lust-driven haze? Your body however, is more than capable of picking up where you mind has left off. Animal instincts override your normally well thought out actions as your legs open wider to allow your husband to proceed. You draw a sharp breath as soon as you feel his mouth close over your throbbing clit. Every ounce of tension your tired muscles have been holding melts and leaves your body with every shaky sigh and high pitched moan Luke’s mouth draws from you. Your thighs begin to quiver as two of his fingers work their way into you heat, curling at just the right spot. The room is filled with obscene sounds of slurping, suckling, moans and profanities and it’s not long before you can feel your high approaching.

“Luke”, you groan, grabbing a fistful of his hair and giving it a sharp tug of warning. His unoccupied hand finds one of yours and he gives your trembling fingers a reassuring squeeze as much as to say ‘go ahead’.

The simplistic gesture is all you need to send your tumbling into your orgasm. Your thighs clamp down on either side of Luke’s head as he continues to lick and suck, allowing you to milk your orgasm for every morsel of pleasure it was worth. You must have completely lost yourself for some time because when you look up again Luke is hovering over you completely naked, wiping your remaining juices form his chin.

“You okay baby girl?” he asks you with a triumphant grin pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Yeah”, you stammer, “I’m good. That was just….wow. It was really wow.”

“That was just the foreplay baby”, Luke chucked at your dishevelled state, “Are you ready for the real thing?”

“Fuck yes”, you keen, your clit beginning to throb again.

“Good. Because I almost came at how hot you looked screaming my name. I really don’t think I can wait any longer to be inside you”.

Propping yourself up on your elbows you glance downwards as Luke positions himself between your legs. He takes his swollen cock in his hand before pumping it a few times using his own precum as a crude lubricant. Leaning forward he captures your mouth in a lascivious kiss, before pushing his way inside you. Your head falls back in sheer ecstasy as he fills you up entirely, not stopping until his pelvis is pressed against yours. For what seems like an eternity, neither of you move. Forehead to forehead, your eyes bore into each other’s; silently declaring just how much each of you needed the other. But as with most things in life, the need for more takes over and Luke begins to slowly withdraw his hips from yours. His thrusts are slow and deep. Exactly the way you wanted them. Tonight wasn’t the night for hard and fast and Luke knew that. He knew that you needed every single thrust he made to tell you how much you were loved and needed and appreciated. Every thrust needed to show you that you weren’t a failure or a fuck up. Every thrust needed to show you that you were his and he was yours and that’s how it was going to stay.

To me, there are five different types of love.

1) Blurry eyes across a dance floor. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. Toes tapping and knees weak, hot and sweaty passion. Found only in the darkest of rooms, in the loudest of places, one kiss and every ounce of love gone with the rush of the crowd. Her lips mark my pillow but I have never seen a face as soft as hers leaving for work at 7 am, coffee rings around her eyes, lip stick stains on her hips- maybe we’ll meet again.

2) Every night like clock work, my eyes start watering like the sting of a Mexican pepper and trust me, I burn red from the heat of it. Tossing muttered breathed curses, I am a ball of rage that only her coldness knows how to soothe, a wind tunnel of hatred. And although I delete her number, I curse insanely whenever her name is mentioned, ringing like a warning label, I still answer her calls, I still go for walks, I still get green eyed at blonde hair and a glowing tan, but I hate like a green tree cobra only her arms are the branch that I reach off of.

3) We met under a bus stop. Love asked me if I was ready for her and I still haven’t had time to answer. My voice shattered like a steam engine, howled like the nature of a wolf, this love I did not know how to tame. I was always one step behind, until there was a sad trail of footsteps leading away from her to my bare feet. With her, I was desperate to stay young, stay hidden, stay innocent, but in the end unpredictability met responsibility and they crashed head on like a motoring accident.

4) Bowl cuts. 7 am glasses of whiskey. Moon rimmed glasses. We had nothing in common. Although, I wore paisley shirts and did cocaine behind a cricket field, who am I kidding I was out of my depth. She walked like a run away model, and I was the train of her dress skipping along behind her-I held my cool until I was caught in the door frame. I loved the idea of this love with everything that I am, but 60’s raves aren’t my style.

5) People say there is always one love that got away, but you didn’t get lost you fucking ran. I was out of breath trying to keep up with you. Although I cracked my bones to build some sort of relationship structure, you were the first to find fault with every blue print. And I tried to look like I had some form of basic sanity to keep her beside me, but I think she enjoyed mysteries so much eventually she became one. And after that, I could never work her out.


day two - tradition/nostalgia

Oh my gosh this is sooo much better then the last one (and very late; ha). 

Although this is similar to day five of Klancemas, I assure it will be a different (like say, Keith shoving snow down Lance’s shirt, idk)

So here’s a fanfic, ‘cause why not?

Personally, Allura had no idea what snow was like.

She had heard of it; times spent in Lance’s presence and having him ramble on about Earth and its beauty was to blame. Usually Coran would join in and ask extensive questions and Lance, of course, would give lengthy answers.

And Coran’s favorite questions had to always do with Earth’s form of precipitation.

Sure there was rain on Altea (usually liquid or flaming rocks) but with how Lance described it, snow seemed much more peaceful.

So of course she was ecstatic to have finally found a planet with the gentle precipitation.

“So I was thinking Paladins,” Allura began. It was morning (as much as it could be morning in space) and she had everyone captured attention thanks to breakfast. “How long has it been since you’ve seen snow?”

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Lesson 13: How to hold on back.

“I’m a prisoner just like you.”

Lesson 12

James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky Barnes. James.

October 2nd, 2010.

New Orleans, Louisiana.

“Genesis,” your Master greeted, and a smile spread across his cold, pale face. The dark green tattoos on his face were pulled taut, and his dark eyes gleamed with pride. You walked up to his dais, a cool smile on on your face. He beckoned you forward, his other hand extended. You placed your black gloved hand, in his cold and wrinkled one, and he examined you carefully, looking for any flaw in your dress, or appearance. “You are looking well,” he complimented, and you nodded your thanks.

“Thank you, Master,” you answered, your voice smooth and void of any emotion, meeting his coal black eyes that glimmered like polished stones. “My stay at Mr. Stark’s company was quite… educational.”

Your Master nodded thoughtfully, squeezing your hand gently. “Now, child, it is time for your assignment.” Releasing your hand, your Master clapped, and a servant came forward out of the darkness holding a large envelope on a gold platter. Your guild’s brand, the scythe, gleamed black on the servant girl’s neck, and you unconsciously rubbed your ribs, where yours was branded.

“Genesis, you are to help out an… associate of mine,” he said delicately, grabbing the envelope and shooing the girl away, and placed it in your hands. You immediately opened it, and started to read it. “His name is Alexander Pierce and he is need of help, with the Asset.”

You paused in your reading, your eyes going wide. “The Asset, Master? The Winter Sol-”

“Don’t say it!” He yelled, and you shrunk back in surprise. Sighing, your Master slumped back into his chair (that looked like a throne, if you this was the honesty hour), and rubbed his eyes. “Don’t say it, Genesis. Pierce wants to make sure this doesn’t get out to anyone, you understand?” he paused, and after you nodded your confirmation, he continued. “Pierce wants a telepath on hand to keep him calm and compliant, and once I showed him the file I have on you, well, he liked what he saw.” A predatory smile spread across his face, and you had to fight to keep your expression blank, and the fear under control.

“I’ll be in the facility for a year, Master?” you asked, carefully placing the file in your backpack, and he nodded.

“Yes, and you are to behave and follow orders,” he instructed, and you nodded. Waving a hand to dismiss you, you bowed and started to walk away from your Master. “Oh, and Genesis?”

You looked back to your Master, who smirked at you. “Don’t make the same mistake Remy made..”

October 15th, 2010

Location Unknown.

“This is the man?” you asked the lab technician, gesturing to the man in front of you. The technician nodded nervously, his eyes resting on the gun holstered on your hip. “Good, now get out of here,” you spat, and he ran out.

You took in the Asset’s appearance. He had chin length, scraggly, black hair, and a five o’clock shadow. His blue eyes were vacant, as he stared across the room. His metal arm twitched besides him, and you carefully stepped closer to him. “Soldier?” you asked quietly, and his gaze turned towards you.

“I am ready to comply,” he answered, his voice flat, and something deep inside of you awakened. Was it humanity? You thought ruefully to yourself, as the Soldier continued to stare at you. No, that had been awake since you had met Stark. No, it was compassion. And in that split second, you made a decision that would alter your life forever. You were going to help this broken man, just like someone had helped you.

“I don’t need any of that, Mr. Barnes. I’m just here to help.” you replied, using the name from the file, and he blinked. Twice.

“Are you not one of them?” he asked, and you were astonished by the way he sounded like a child. “Aren’t you one of the whitecoats who come and poke and prod me?” he questioned, gesturing to your white jacket. By the way he was getting riled up, you could tell that the name “Mr. Barnes” had stirred something in him.

You shook your head, sitting down on the examination table next to him. You pretended not to notice when he scooted away from you. “Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ in the word, trying to make him comfortable. “Well, I guess I am, but my job is to help you.” The last part was a lie, you guess, but that was what you were going to do anyways.

He looked confused, and his metal arm twitched again. “How did you know that name? And why did you call me that?” the man’s eyes’ eyes locked with yours, and once again you felt that this was unusual behavior.

“My employer told me that name,” you said carefully, his stare unnerving you. “And it’s yours, Mr. Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes.”

Mr. Bar- James, looked down at his hands. “James,” he said quietly, as if testing out how the name sounded. “James,” he said again, before looking up. “If my name is James, what is yours?”

Again, you smiled at his childlike nature. “Most people call me Genesis, but you can call me (Y/N),” your voice was soft, and you noticed he moved closer to you.

“(Y/N),” he repeated, and a small smile appeared on his face. “I like that name.”

December 19th, 2010


Today was another one of your “sessions” with James. Pierce, and the rest of HYDRA, thought you were going deep into James’ mind, and wiping everything that was tied to his former life. Like hell you would. You had requested that the sessions weren’t videotaped or monitored because “you could wipe their minds accidentally”. Sure.

“(Y/N)?” James asked, breaking you out of your reverie.

“Yes, James?” you answered, peering up at him. James had been on the treadmill on the the other side of the room, while you laid on the ground, reading a book. Now, he was standing over you, his face blank.

“Can I lay down next to you?” he asked, his voice low and soft. You had made some big improvements with the HYDRA prisoner, but nothing this big.

“Sure,” you said, after a moment of silence. He laid down next to you, so close that you were almost touching.

Holding your breath, you opened your book, and re-immersed yourself in the world of Harry Potter. “(Y/N)?” James asked again, and you sighed, marking your place in your book, and slapping it on the ground.

“Yes, James?” you replied crossly, turning over to look at him.

His blue eyes were wide, and out of the corner of your eyes you saw his hand inch towards yours. “Why are you here?” he asked simply, and you would have been more surprised if it started raining men.

“Why am I here?” you repeated, and he nodded. “Well, I guess because I was forced to.” you answered, trying to keep your answer short and simple.

“Kinda like me- a prisoner,” James said quietly, his fingers interlacing with yours. When you looked over at him, he was looking away, and you smiled melancholy.

“I’m a prisoner just like you.” you agreed, and you gripped his hand tight like it was your life line.

March 27th, 2011

Seattle, Washington.

“Soldier! Soldier!” you cried out, as you blocked his path to Rumlow. The commander only leered at both you and James, smirking. This whole situation had started with that stupid bastard and his remarks about your figure and your body, and what he would do with it. The breaking point for James had been when Rumlow punched you in the mouth for not answering him.

“That’s right, Soldier,” Rumlow taunted, as you used all your strength to keep James from engaging. “We all know how how the mutant keeps you in line, Soldier,” he spat, his eyes resting on you. “But you can keep the whore. She’s not worth the fight.” Without another word, Rumlow stalked away triumphantly, and you and James shuffled away with your tail in between your legs.

As soon as you reached your room, you slammed him against the wall, baring your teeth at him. “What the hell was that Barnes?” you hissed, and you could feel the ground rumbling under your feet in discontent. “You could have blown this whole thing up!”

James blinked, and swallowed. “I couldn’t let him talk to you like that,” he replied, his voice hoarse as you pressed your arm harder against his throat. “It wasn’t right.”

“You could have gotten me killed!” you seethed, bouncing away from him. “Or worse, you could have been wiped, James!”

“I’m sorry,” he replied, blinking again and rubbing his neck.

The anger slowly seeped out of you, until all that was left was worry and fear. Sighing, you walked over to him, and laid your head on his broad chest. “Never try to save me again, you understand?” you mumbled, and James’ hands hesitantly wrapped around you.

March 28th, 2011.

Seattle, Washington.

When you woke up the next morning, you weren’t alone. “(Y/N),” James whispered, poking you in the back. You moaned, rolling over and wrapping your blankets tighter around you. “(Y/N), I remember.”

Now that woke you up. Before you went to sleep last night you had used your weak telepathy to stir James’ brain up, so he could remember anything. Rolling over, you noticed the differences immediately. His blue eyes were clearer, and he looked- he looked like he was alive. “You do?” you asked, smiling brightly at him. You didn’t want to pry, and James appreciated it.

“I remember (Y/N), I do, and it’s all thanks to you,” his voice was breathy, as he stared down at you. Before either of you knew it, you were kissing. Your hands were tangled in his hair, his hands gripping your hips. It was like James was a man who had been drowning, and you were the air he craved. You were devouring each other and-

“Well, Genesis, I guess the rumors were true,” came your Master’s voice. The two of you sprung apart, and you almost stopped breathing when you saw your Master’s imposing form standing in front of you, and Rumlow was just behind him. “You did fall in love with your charge, just like your Cajun. I am so disappointed in you,” he shook his head, pulling up his sleeves, and you started to quiver.

“M-master please,” you whispered, and James was ridged besides you. “Please…” you trailed off as Rumlow jerked you up harshly, a grin on his face.

“(Y/N)?” James whispered, as you were forced onto your knees in front of your Master. “(Y/N)?”

Rumlow exchanged a look with your Master. “Should I take the Asset out?” he questioned, looking at the two of you in disgust.

Your Master paused. “No,” he said finally. “Let him watch her forget who he even is, then wipe him.”

Rumlow nodded, and tears trailed down your face as your Master twisted you around so James could see it. “I’ll come back for you,” you promised, before your Master was so deep inside your brain wiping away any memories of the second man you had ever loved.

You were sitting in all hallway somewhere in Stark tower with a bottle in your hand, and a phone pressed against your ear. “I know, Remy,” you murmured, taking a drink from the tequila bottle. “But I could have saved him.” But I failed just like you had and I fell in love just like we you did.

Yah need to let it go, cher,” Remy reply, his honey voice a comfort to you. I’m sorry I never saved you, cher. I’m sorry I broke your heart. I’m sorry I was never brave enough to kill him and let you go. “It’s not your fault, it’s Mes-”

“Don’t say his name,” you replied automatically, before Remy said your Master’s name. “I know that, but-” you stopped in the middle of your sentence, seeing a member of your team glide up to you. “I have to go, Rem, I’ll talk to you later.”

Natasha wrinkled her nose at you when you offered her a drink. “God, (Y/N), that’s pathetic.” she said harshly, sliding down the wall and sitting next you.

You shrugged, taking another long drink. “It was a long day, Nat, and an even longer day now.” you replied, your voice dark and low. The lion was pleased maybe now you would let her out now that they were both gone and gone go-

“What happened in there, (Y/N)?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Once you heard the name Bucky Barnes-”

You inhaled sharply, and her dark eyes widened with clarity. “Oh my god, you knew him.”

You nodded reluctantly, taking another swig from the bottle. “I did, and I had an opportunity to save him-”

Natasha held out a hand, motioning for you to stop. “(Y/N), I know you’re hurting and you want to get this out and help him, but we need to tell Steve right now.”

Letting out a sigh, you nodded. Nat was right. You needed to tell Steve so you could help correct your mist- your Master’s mistake. Nat held out a hand to you, and you took it. To your surprise, she hugged you tightly before letting you go. “Let’s go get Barnes back.”

AN: Who was expecting that?

Tagging:  @yesiamagemini @magical-spit   bring-me-the-chemical-panic-boy @strange-polish-lass

Recalling your name

(HIs Point of View)

      The Newbie alarm echoed around the Glade, causing a few of the Greenies to look up from their work. I smirked as Gally knocked one of his Builders around the back of the head, before I moved towards the Box.
      ‘Alright, Alby?’ Nick panted when he finally trotted to a stop beside me.
      I shrugged slightly, a smirk on my face as Clint and Jeff strolled over, Nick and Newt bending down to open the Box. ‘Be glad when we get our new supplies,’ I said, just as Clint jumped down into the darkness.
      Nick chuckled. ‘Good that,’ he said simply. He looked as though he were about to say something else, but an exclamation from Clint cut him off.
      We all peered into the darkness, a slightly darker shadow told us the Clint was near the wall, a figure a few steps ahead of him appeared to be lying in a heap on the floor.
       ‘Clint!’ Newt called tentatively. ‘What’s up?’
      ‘Well,’ came Clint’s reply, his voice was shaking slightly and I could feel Jeff stiffening slightly beside me. I rested a hand on his lower arm though as Nick moved forward slightly. ‘First off, it’s kind of… um… well, it’s a girl. But I think she’s fainted… or dead.’
      Nick’s brow was furrowed in confusion as he indicated for Jeff to go help Clint.
      The other boy did so, and in a matter of moments the girl was lying on the floor in front of us. We crowded round, Newt shifting Jeff slightly so as to block the girl from view of the others who were still peering over.
      ‘Right,’ Nick said as Jeff lent down to check the girl’s pulse, ‘get her to the Med-jack hut and make sure she’s alright – Alby, you okay to go with them?’ I nodded, running a hand over my head as I scanned the girl. ‘Right, once they’re away we’ll start calling boys over to help unpack. We all good?’
      We all nodded, Clint moving to pick the girl up as Newt mumbled a “Good that” before walking away slightly. Nick patted Jeff on the back lightly, moving him so as to protect the girl from view. He pulled me back slightly though.
      ‘We’re used to how boys deal with this,’ Nick said in an undertone, his focus still on the departing group making their way quickly towards the Med-jack hut. ‘Make sure she remembers her name, that’ll possibly help calm her down.’
      I smirked at him slightly, patting him lightly on the back. ‘I’ve got this,’ I said, before following the others.
      The day wore on as I sat in the Med-jack hut, the sounds of the Glade coming in through the window. Clint and Jeff came in to check on the girl at regular intervals, but when lunchtime came they handed me my food and went off.
      A small squeak made me look towards the girl, her eyes wide as they scanned me.
      I held my hands up in surrender. ‘Hey, it’s alright,’ I said softly, noticing her ball her hands on the bed. ‘I’m Alby. Now, it might take a while for you to–‘
      ‘(Y/N),’ she said simply, causing my jaw to go slack. She smirked for a moment before glaring at me. ‘Now,’ she said, her voice steady despite the fear behind her eyes, ‘where on earth am I?’

      ‘And over here,’ I heard Fry telling the latest Greenie, ‘we have our shuck-faced builders.’
      I turned around just as Frypan clapped me on the back, a smirk lighting his face as the new girl glanced around at our little group. There was a slight panic behind her eyes as they settled on the spear which I’d been sharpening only moments earlier.
      ‘It’s alright,’ I said softly, moving the spear to tap a passing Winston on the back with, ‘I only use it on people that deserve it.’
      ‘Actually,’ Greenie said, a smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth, ‘I was thinking about why they gave you that if you’re so useless with it.’
      The rest of the builders made a few exclamations at that, a couple patting me on the back, or reaching over to give the girl a high-five. She rolled her eyes at them, folding her arms across her chest as Frypan smirked over her shoulder.
      ‘You did see my fight against Teddy, didn’t you?’ I asked, moving my head slightly in the direction of the boy who was trying to wipe up a trail of blood from above his eyebrow.
      The girl, however, sniggered, toying with the spear which was leaning against the wall of the cook house. ‘Yes, I saw it,’ she said, picking the thing up and balancing it between her hands. ‘And I stand by that you’re useless with it.’
      ‘You gonna take that from her, Gal?’ I heard Fry heckle.
      She raised an eyebrow. ‘Want me to show you how it’s done properly?’
      I chuckled at that, pushing through the others so as to get to the ring. ‘Alright then,’ I said, looking back at her through the separated crowd. She was standing there, leaning against the spear with a bright smirk on her face. ‘You’re on,’ I said, twirling the spear around, making a few of the closer Gladers move back slightly.
      The new girl walked forward, the spear dragging on the ground beside her. She paused at the edge of the ring, pushing a few stray hairs off of her face. She scanned me for a moment before stepping over the line, causing the crowd to cheer as they all moved back in to surround us.
      ‘Sure you’re ready for this?’ I asked, moving the spear to my shoulder.
      ‘Funny, I was gonna ask you the same thing,’ she said, smirking before moving in to attack.
      The whole thing was a lot faster than I’d been expecting. She managed to hit my ankles a few times, causing me to wobble dangerously. I caught her arms a few times, leaving small scratches on them which only appeared to make her attack more.
      She moved away slightly, twirling the spear by her side. I sidestepped, feinting a left hit to her arm. As she moved to protect herself I brought the other end of the spear down. I caught her on the head, rather than the shoulder, causing her to collapse.
      I darted forward, dropping the spear on the floor as Jeff pushed his way through the crowd.
      ‘Hey, Greenie?’ I asked, kneeling beside her. ‘You alright?’
      ‘Name’s not Greenie,’ she said, frowning slightly as she moved her hand tentatively to the side of her head. ‘It’s (y/n). Though, in future, can we try other methods to get me to remember things?’ I chuckled at that, helping her sit up.

      ‘So what did we actually learn today then?’ Ben asked, causing me to roll my eyes at him as we jogged back towards the Glade.
      ‘That you enjoy whining,’ I said in an undertone as we reached the Doors.
‘Someone grab her!’ I heard Gally shout, before Ben could come up with a response.
      We were barely through the Doors when I saw someone running towards us. Ben readied himself, his stance a little wider than before as he waved a hand towards the crowd following the lone figure. I watched the single runner though – deciding this was our latest Greenie – and followed them closely, not moving yet.
      When they were only a short distance away from us my eyes narrowed slightly. They were doing pretty well, it felt like a shame to stop them in their tracks now. But, I moved my arm out, catching the new person by the waist, just as the familiar sound of the Doors closing reached my ears.
      ‘That,’ I said, smirking at the struggling figure, ‘was a close one.’
      I glanced down at them as I heard the crowd reach us. The Greenie was a girl, which shocked me slightly. Her eyes were wide as they focused on the Doors. Her face paled slightly as she tried to pull away from me.
      ‘Who are you?’ she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
      I felt a smirk slip onto my face before glancing around. The crowd were now tightly packed in around us, Nick and Newt closest to us with Gally and Alby were close by their shoulders. Nick’s face showed an annoyance that I’d never seen before, his eyes narrowed so that they were barely more than slits as his jaw clenched and unclenched.
     ‘A knight in shining armour,’ I said, stepping away from her slightly. ‘But you can call me–’
      ‘Enough with the flirting, Minho, this ain’t the time,’ Nick said in little more than a growl, causing the Greenie to turn around.
      I stuck my hands up in surrender before shifting my pack on my back. I glanced over at Newt, who looked as though he’d had enough of the machoism that Nick was currently presenting. I stepped forward slightly, brushing past the new girl as I did so. She gasped slightly, her eyes lighting up as if something had clicked in the back of her mind.
      ‘Take a chill pill, Nick,’ I said calmly, watching as Newt rested a hand on his shoulder.
      ‘Would you two shut up for a second?’ Newt said simply, moving forwards slightly, causing the girl to move back a little. ‘Don’t you think proper introductions would be a good start rather than just hearing names at the ends of sentences?’
      Nick gave a slight grunt, rolling his shoulder away from Newt’s hand. ‘Alright then,’ he said simply, shrugging moodily. ‘Greenie’s first though.’
      ‘I think you mean ladies,’ I said in an undertone, watching as Newt shook his head slightly.
      I turned around to see the Greenie look a little shocked. She sighed slightly before looking towards me, as if none of the others were there.
      ‘I’m (y/n),’ she said, holding out a shaking hand for me.

      I wandered around the Glade, watching everyone go about their jobs half-heartedly as it was just after lunch. While I’d normally go and help the Gardeners I’d told Zart that I had an errand to run. So, instead of helping a little group cut down the dead wood near the edges of the forest, I was searching for our latest Greenie.
      She’d arrived about a week earlier, but despite that her name still hadn’t come to her. Chuck had tried all sorts of things – poking her to annoy her, getting her to write anything in the dirt, even to stand on her head while drinking water because he “knew it was meant to help with something.” None of it had worked though, and I could tell that it was beginning to get to her.
     Today, however, was when it was the most noticeable. She’d been working with the Med-jacks, but hadn’t come down to lunch with them. Instead, I’d spotted her wandering off towards the forest. I thought she’d come back in time for lunch, but when everyone went back to work she still hadn’t emerged.
      ‘Hey, Greenie?’ I called as I walked into the forest. I glanced around for her, keeping a check on the roots which we still needed to sort out as I did so though.
      Eventually I found her, sitting with her back against a tree. Her face was towards the sunlight which was streaming in through the branches, eyes closed as she idly doodled in the dirt beside her with a stick. What caught my attention though was the slight tear tracks down her cheeks.
      ‘There you are, Greenie,’ I said lightly, but it still caused her to jump slightly.
      She calmed herself after a moment, sighing as she shifted so as to sit a little straighter. ‘Does it matter?’ she said as I sat down opposite her. ‘Worried something else is wrong with me ‘cause I dunno my name?’
       I sighed slightly, rubbing my hand over my chin as I did so.
      ‘It doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you,’ I said, but she raised a disbelieving eyebrow at me. ‘Maybe it just takes longer for girls.’
      She scoffed slightly, hitting the crown of her head lightly against the tree in frustration. ‘Then why send me?’
      I shrugged. ‘Because the Creators are just that confusing?’
     She chuckled lightly. ‘They do seem to have a pretty warped sense of humour,’ she said simply. ‘Why do you think I can’t remember?’ she added in a small whisper.
      I rubbed my hands over my face as I thought. ‘Maybe it’ll come to you when everything else makes sense.’
      ‘So never then?’ she said, a slight sigh behind her words but a small smirk on her face.
      ‘Come on,’ I said, realising her eyes were slightly brighter now. ‘We should get back to work.’
      She sighed, nodding, before standing up. She stumbled slightly though, before gasping, looking up at me excitedly.
      ‘Hey, are you alright?’ I asked, moving forward.
      A smile lit her face. ‘(Y/n),’ she barely breathed, standing up quickly. ‘My name’s (y/n).’

      ‘And this,’ I said, leaning against the fence of the farmyard, ‘is the–’
      ‘Farm?’ the new girl said, raising an eyebrow at me with a slight smirk on her face. I chuckled slightly. ‘Or is it a zoo?’
      ‘You remember some pretty weird things, you know that, right?’ I asked, causing her to tilt her head curiously.
      ‘And you don’t?’ she asked, causing me to shrug slightly. ‘And anyway, why let us remember unimportant things like the names of generic places, but not our own shucking names?’
      I chuckled at that, before walking away towards the Homestead, glancing over my shoulder though to make sure she was following me. ‘You’ve been talking to Minho then?’ I said.
       ‘Frypan actually, he was teaching me some of the more… the more inventive Glader slang words when I helped him tidy up yesterday,’ she said, shrugging slightly.
      ‘Fair enough then, though don’t go telling Chuck,’ I said, grabbing her arm lightly so as to stop her from stepping in the dog’s mess. She frowned up at me, but I pointed down before carrying on.
      ‘What, we let the animals run free in the evenings or something?’ she asked, jogging slightly to catch up with me.
      ‘Nope,’ I said, stopping just outside the Homestead. ‘This is basically the heart of the Glade, though, I wouldn’t suggest spending too much time in there; it’s where the Med-jacks spend most of their time looking after people,’ I explained, before wandering off towards the forest.
      ‘Anyway,’ I heard the Newbie say, just as Bark began to bark loudly at something, the sound carrying to us despite the other noises of the Glade. ‘Ah,’ she said as I smirked round at her, ‘why did no one tell me there was a Glade dog?’
      She was pouting when I glanced around at her, but it didn’t last long, as a few moments later Bark bounded towards us, his tail wagging far more than I’d seen it before.
      ‘Hello buddy,’ the Greenie said, crouching down so as to stroke him after the initial shock of him running straight for her. ‘Who’s a good boy then?’
     ‘Not Chuck, who I think was on clean-up duty,’ I said, chuckling as I lent down to stroke Bark’s head.
     Greenie laughed slightly, rubbing Bark above the ear, causing him to close his eyes as he moved closer to her hand.
      ‘So, what’s your name then?’ she asked, smirking as she stopped and Bark sat down, looking up at her as if to indicate that she kept going.
      ‘Bark,’ I said, causing him to look around at me with a flick of his tail.
     I heard the Greenie gasp, causing me to look around at her quickly. There was a bright smile on her face as she put her hands on either side of Bark’s head and moved to kiss him lightly on the head.
     ‘Thank you Bark,’ she said, before grinning up at me. ‘And my name,’ she said, holding out her hand for me as Bark began trot away, ‘is (y/n).’

Walking Dead Game FanFiction - "Bleeding Out"

Title: Bleeding Out
Characters: Clementine, Sarah, Kenny, Luke
Summary: Sarah begins to self harm and Clementine begins as well to persuade Sarah to stop. But when Kenny and Luke notice the scars, the two decide to take action.
Author’s Note: Swears and triggers. Please don’t read if you are easily triggered, it may cause a relapse and I love you all too much for that to happen❤️
Requested By: madxsad
Clementine was used to sharing a room with Sarah. While Carlos was hesitant to allow it at first, the two eventually wore him down; most of the work being done by Sarah. But something that Clementine wasn’t used to was the sound of slicing skin through the thick night air.
Hearing this sound, Clementine brushed it off. It was probably just Sarah shifting in her sheets and it made a weird noise. After all, Clementine was found to normally overreact when it came to Sarah. She couldn’t help it. She was only worried for her friend.
But there the sound was again.
The tearing of skin, and the soft whimper of an innocent girl.
“Sarah?” Clementine’s soft voice filled the air as she pushed herself out of her blankets, and waddled closer to the female’s bed.
Worry consumed Clementine’s mind as she walked closer, carefully and cautiously approaching the resting place of her friend. Finally, she gripped onto the fabric and tore it away from the mattress, exposing through the moonlight Sarah, teary eyed and glancing up at Clem and away from her bloody arm.
“Sarah…!” Clementine breathed in shock, shakily dropped the blanket her fingers were grasping.
“I’m sorry Clem, I….I just couldn’t take it….I-I can’t….can’t do this…” The raven-haired girl sobbed, curling into herself and smearing some of the crimson liquid against her shirt.
Clementine, now recovered from her shock, took a seat in front of the female against her mattress and nervously squeezed her hands together in her lap. “Sarah, how long has this been happening?” Clem tried to fight the shakiness in her voice and failed, squeezing her fists closed in anger at herself.
“Just over a week.”
Clementine exhaled sharply, ripping her gaze away from the female’s eyes and only focusing on the pair of metal scissors in her hands. “Give them to me.” She demanded.
Holding the object close to her chest, Sarah declined. “N-No! I’m not!”
“Sarah, come on!” Reaching out for them, Sarah tugged them away before the raven-haired child could grasp them.
Her face forming into a scowl, Clem walked over to her end of the room and ripped a loose nail from out of the wall above her bed.
Walking back to her friend, Clementine rolled up one of her sleeves and sliced the sharp metal edge against her skin, causing Sarah to gasp.
“C-Clementine! Stop that!”
“No. Not until you stop.” She demanded, making another long harsh dash along her arm.
It didn’t matter to her if she harmed herself. After all, nobody in the house would notice. If her parents were alive, they would have cared immensely. But now everyone was too worried about survival to notice if anyone had any pain. They wouldn’t see how badly she was hurting, they were only concerned about themselves. That was the kind of world they lived in now.
She flinched slightly in pain as the stinging feeling ripped up her arm, but she continued to do so another three times before Sarah spoke.
“O-Okay! Okay! J-Just stop that.” Clementine quickly ripped the metal scissors out of her hand and tugged down her sleeve.
“It hurts to see a friend in pain, doesn’t it?” Sarah opened her mouth to answer, but Clem had already turned away. She placed the two objects under her bed, and crawled under her sheets once more. “Goodnight Sarah.”
“Hey, Clem?” Luke grunted, screwing in one final bolt into the wind turbine’s engine.
“Hm?” The child’s golden eyes perked up upon hearing her name. “Yeah?”
“Pass me the pliers, would ya?”
Clementine nodded, despite the fact that Luke couldn’t see with his head stuck in the machine. Placing the object in his outstretched hands caused the male to tug away from the machine and give a nod of thanks, removing it from her grasp. “Thanks, kiddo.”
Clementine gave a tiny nod, retracting her arm, but not before Luke could faintly see scratch marks along the girl’s skin.
Blinking in shock, the male gave a tiny, nervous cough. “U-Uh, Clem? Do you also mind passing me that pair of gloves there?”
“Sure.” Repeating the same gesture, Luke was able to grab a better look at the child’s arm. Sure enough, five long cuts ran across the female’s skin. Luke’s eyes widened in horror as he stared down at Clementine, watching as she placed old equipment away; blissfully unaware of his discovery.
How could she, harm herself?
“Thanks for your help Clem, you can go hang out with Sarah now.” Luke said quietly, still recovering from his disbelief.
Kenny, off to the side and working on his own device, turned to watch where the noise was coming from. “Luke, you almost got that done yet?” He snarled, watching as Clementine raced off to be with her friend.
Luke grumbled slightly in return before speaking. “I actually need your help with something.”
“Well, shocked there.” Kenny groaned, standing from his seat and stomping over to the other male. “What is it? This can’t be that hard can it?”
“That’s not why I called you over here.” Luke whispered, casting a side glance to the girls.
“Well, then why the hell are you wasting my time?!”
Luke scowled. “I’m worried about Clementine.”
Just hearing the child’s name was enough to tame the adult. “Why? What happened?” He demanded, his face now painted with concern rather than annoyance. On any occasion, on any day, Clementine was his weak spot.
“I think I saw…No, I know I saw scars along her arm.”
Kenny immediately crossed his arms. “Kid, everyone has a few scars now-a-days. The dead are up and walking around, clearly some people are going to get scratched.”
“No, no! They looked…self-made.” He whispered, not wanting to grab too much attention from the others in the area. Only Kenny deserved to know. At least for now.
Kenny’s eyes grew a little more, turning over his shoulder to watch the bubbly girl giggle and laugh happily with her friend as they spoke, relaxing on the frozen grass outside of the ski lodge entrance. “You better stop making this shit up, boy.”
“I’m not.”
“Are you trying to tell me that Clementine—that sweet, darling, little Clementine—is hurting herself?
“I’m afraid so.”
When Kenny turned around once more, Clementine reached her hand up to Nick to take a water bottle from his hands, and two bloody scars were revealed along her skin. “Dear god…” He sighed sadly, watching as she returned to her previous duties of laughing with Sarah. “Clementine, what’s happened to you?”
As Clementine sliced another cut against her skin, she stuffed the scissors and nails under a floorboard by her bed, and glared across the room at Sarah. “You promised.”
“I-I’m sorry, Clem.” She whispered sadly. “I just can’t do it. I need to do that. I can’t explain why.”
“Then I guess I need to do it too then.”
Sarah glanced down at her fresh cuts, and quickly covered them with her sweater sleeve, emotional pain stricken over her features. “I’m sorry, Clementine.”
Clem remained silent, crossing her arms and giving her always-sassy skeptical gaze. But a gentle knock against their bedroom door caused the female to relax her expression towards the visitor.
Or at least this time, visitors.
“Hey Sarah,” Luke began. “You’re Dad said that he needed your help downstairs. Something about that Christmas tree again.”
Sarah forced a tiny smile and nodded, working her way past Luke and brushing into another figure on her way out.
Seeing that the girl was now safely out of earshot, Luke opened the door and allowed Kenny to enter the room before him, and clicked the door shut behind the two. “Clem, we need to talk to you.”
Clementine tensed as Kenny gently sat her on her bed as the two adults took a seat on either side of her. “Uhm…okay.” She said softly with a tiny shrug.
“Clem, we’ve seen your scars.”
Clementine froze solid.
Oh god.
Oh god.
They saw the scars she had made for Sarah.
“Guys, I—”
“Clementine, I can’t stand to see you like this.” Kenny cut in, turning his body to face the female. “I don’t want you to feel pain.”
“Neither of us can. Neither of us want you to.”
“Clem, we’re here for you, okay? Don’t ever think we aren’t.”
Clementine’s eyes teared slightly as she glanced between the two, listening to them continue to display how much they truly cared for her. They didn’t even need to, but they didn’t know that. They thought she was hurting, and they wanted to fix it. Even if they didn’t need to do it. They cared that much about her.
“We love ya, Clem. To the moon and back.” Luke, placing an arm against the female’s shoulder.
“You’re our family.”
Clementine knew that they were being sincere. And while she should have told them about Sarah, about how she wasn’t doing it because she personally felt pain, she didn’t.
She remained quiet.
She would keep Sarah’s secret, and wouldn’t say a word, because that, right there, is what Sarah needed.
She needed to be told and shown how much she meant to someone. Then all the pain that caused her to act such a way, would disappear.
And all the doubts Clementine once had clouding her mind, were now gone.
She was loved.
She did have a family that cared about her first.
They cared for her.
And she cared for them.
“I love you guys too.” Clementine’s head flopped against Kenny’s arm in a quick, comforting hug before Luke took her hand and helped her towards the door.
Together. As a family should.
Stepping outside of the room, Clem could see Carlos wrapping his daughter in a tight embrace, and a warm, loving hug.
One of the girl’s eyes opened to see her friend watching her, causing Sarah to smile and nod.
She knew she was loved in the same way that Clementine now knew.
They were both free.
As Kenny brushed past Clem on his way dow the stairs, he gave her hat small rub causing him to emit a soft chuckle. “Oh my darling Clementine, it’s good to have you back.”


Firefly Online: The Cast Returns - Sean Maher as Simon Tam


Tessa & Scott || gala shenanigans

  • Scott zeroing in on and scooping up Tessa [x]

“Draw/write whatever you want.”

I think that’s a great basic sentiment, but I have a teeny tiny thing I want to add to that from someone who fucked themselves up in terms of policing themselves.

Before you draw or write whatever you want, be honest with yourself. 

That probably seems like really dumbass advice, but as a writer who fucked himself up with what he SHOULD write vs what he WANTS to write as well as crippling anxiety, fear, regressive left ideals, Catholic/Christian values, what is high literature and art, refusal to do fanservice, wanting to be ‘better’ than everyone else…

I ended up killing my mojo entirely.

Don’t do what I did - stop asking what you should write/draw. Just…do it. Also the first person who posts a Shia LeBouf gif will get five across the eyes. Or not. I’m lazy.

I’m not sure how many of you can actually use this advice, and don’t come reassuring me OH EVERYONE’S LIKE THIS unless you actually truly 100% believe that. This is meant for the people who it’s for - whoever those people may be.

If you want to be a goddamned slut via art, FINE, be a motherfucking hentai fairy whose magic wand is actually a magical vibrator that spits R34 porn spooge. Fuck the puritanical nutjobs!

If you want to be Mr./Mrs. Serious and never do NSFW or fanservice embrace that, and give us the new Poe or Nabonokov or Van Gogh. Fuck the horny teenagers!

If you want to be a satirist and a provocateur in comic form, go nutters! Fuck the PC police.

I think a lot of us have learned to not trust ourselves - to not trust our desires and wants. We learn what we SHOULD want. What we SHOULD strive for. As opposed to truth. It’s time to rediscover ourselves.

Best wishes to the artists/writers out there who read this.

- Leafeon

TMNT 2k12 ~ ‘Beloved’

A/N: I’m sorry, but this episode was pure perfection. I was so close to tears, you have no idea. So, naturally, I wrote this. Enjoy! I OWN NOTHING.

The moment the sound of four sets of familiar footsteps echoed from the entrance of the lair, Splinter’s ears pricked up, his head snapping up as he shot to his feet, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he hurried out of the dojo.

There, he finally saw them. His four, weary teenaged children, plodding through the turnstiles one by one and then trudging down the stairs, before all of them came to a halt upon seeing him standing there, staring at them as if they were ghosts.

It had been a week, a full week, since the old ninja master had seen or heard from them.

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Kiss art! White Rose #4(Weiss's scare preferably because what's originality P:)


Basing it off Cappy-Senpai’s piece here because it’s always been a personal favorite ;~; ]]

Weiss’ biological clock woke her up before the alarm that morning, as it so often did on weekends. She was just thankful they no longer had to resort to Ruby’s whistle. In fact Weiss was often awake before her leader nowadays, but by no conscious will of her own. 

She sighed, knowing it’d be impossible to get back to sleep now that she was up.

A glance to the side told her what the snoring and gentle breaths in the room had already made clear. Blake and Yang still slept soundly, and there was hardly a beam of sunlight slipping in through the curtains yet. She could hear Ruby dozing as well, making little sounds every few minutes.

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Once More

Levi/Erwin. ~3000 words. Angst, bit of fluff, reincarnation.

Summary: At twenty five years old, they meet again.

At twenty-five, their eyes lock across the subway platform for one silent second before converging trains tear them from each other’s sight, man-made wind whipping gold into ice blue and black into mercury gray. They think the other an illusion, a trick of the mind—it definitely wouldn’t be the first time—but when they trudge into their respective cars, and Levi edges close to his window to peek across the tracks, he catches Erwin doing the same, and they know

In two stumbling steps, Levi is back at the doors, but his shaking fingers slip on the rubber trim and it’s too late, too late, the train’s starting to move already and he wants nothing more than to pry those doors open and run and jump and fly but he can’t because there’s no 3D maneuver gear in this world so he’d only plummet to his death and—and wouldn’t that be a shame? Erwin, knowing the futility, stays in his seat, gesturing and mouthing with his nose leaving marks on glass as he drags Levi’s heart the opposite direction. His head is the mere size of Levi’s thumb, but they both know Levi will understand what he means anyway.

There is no room for words when they finally meet, only grunts, cries, hissed praises as Levi claws at Erwin’s bedsheets like he’s done after many an expedition, except it’s silky Egyptian cotton that splits beneath his nails this time. Levi calls in sick and Erwin arrives to work three hours late: the first time he’s ever been late. Scratches are swelling on his back and bruises are purpling an inch beneath his starched collar, and it’s like he’s found home.

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for ephieshine ♥♥♥


a small gay tododeku drabble? i didnt know what to do for my longer tododeku fic so i took a break from writing it …. and wrote a different tododeku instead

series: boku no hero academia
rating: k
summary: a small tidbit of what it’s like to wake up to your boyfriend for the first time, courtesy of midoriya izuku.
wordcount: 462 its rlly small

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