flashback to like two weeks ago

The Heartache Pg3

Bendy’s eyes were wide when she said this. In love? With Boris? How? He was confused. He shook his head and laughed.

Bendy:“What? Me? Nah, nah, nah, that can’t be doll, you’ve seen me going after women.” She gave him a look.“What?”

Molly:“Bendy, you obviously care about Boris more than anyone else. You love being around him-I’ve never seen you so happy! He’s so sweet to you too! You both really seem to care about each other, so why not?” She shrugged. Bendy frowned and rolled his eyes.

Bendy:“That’s crazy.” He stood up and walked away. She quickly followed him.

Molly:“Bendy, you just told me you couldn’t focus on your dancing, your eating or anything else!”

Bendy:“So?” She began to skip.

Molly:“That’s how you know when someone really loves you.” He shook his head.

Bendy:“Yeah right. I can’t be in love with him, what would he think if I told him I loved him?” He shrunk a bit more. Molly shrugged.

Molly:“Maybe give him hints.” She said. Bendy looked away from her. He was quiet for a while as they walked through the park.

Bendy:“What’s the point though? He’s already in love with someone else.” She shrugged.

Molly:“Yeah…actually…he broke up with her, so you have a chance to find out if he loves you more.” He stopped and she skipped past him. This didn’t seem like a bad idea. Might as well give it a shot and see if he really was in love with the wolf or not. He quickly caught up to her and she stopped.

Bendy:“Okay, what do I gotta do?” She smiled brightly.

Molly:“Just be you Bendy. He’s still here isn’t he? If he didn’t like you for you he probably wouldn’t have came back to see you.” She had a point there. Bendy slowly smiled. Maybe this wasn’t such bad plan after all.

Bendy returned home feeling a little calm. Boris was cooking up dinner for the two of them. The two ate together.

Boris:“So, got any plans before Abella shows up?” Bendy chuckled.

Bendy:“Nah, I wanna spend all the time just being with you. If this plan works, I have a feeling she won’t let us see each other much again.” Boris frowned.

Boris:“Aw, I’ll be sure to write buddy.” He said with a small smile.“Oh yeah, did you ever find out what happened to my letters?” He asked. Bendy shook his head.

Bendy:“Nope. Whoever was suppose to deliver them must’ve got lost or something.” He shrugged.

Boris:“Hm…” The two continued eating.“Hey Bendy?” He looked up at the smiling wolf.“Thanks for being such a good friend. I couldn’t ask for a better pal.” The demon chuckled.

Bendy:“Well don’t go saying that, Abella’s got all the money and she can get you just about whatever you want.” He shrugged.

Boris:“Yeah, but she can’t get me anyone better than you.” He said as he touched his hand. All of a sudden Bendy’s face heated up and his tail curled. He looked in Boris’s eyes and smiled softly.

Bendy:“Heh…come on, save the charm for her buddy.” Boris chuckled. He looked down at their hands. Boris’s hand was still on his.“You know I’m really gunna miss you when you leave again.”

Boris:“Well, do I have to leave right away if I’m with Abella again?” Bendy shrugged.

Bendy:“I think she’d like that. She can’t seem to stand being around me.” Boris smiled a little.

Boris:“Well maybe if you had a chair with ya she probably wouldn’t mind.” The two laughed.

Bendy:“Boris, really?” He laughed. He didn’t seem to notice that he was holding Boris’s hand now.

Boris:“Haha, yeah….but really I’ll try and keep in touch with ya, and if I don’t get any letters from you I’ll just come back here and see what’s going on. How’s that?” Bendy nodded.

Bendy:“Yeah…okay. That makes feel a little better. I just hope Abella doesn’t get too mad at ya.” Boris rolled his eyes.

Boris:“Well then, that’s her problem. I should be allowed to see people I love right?” Bendy’s eyes widened and he could feel his face getting hotter.“Golly, you alright there Bendy?” He chuckled.“Your looking a little heated up.” Bendy tried to hide his face.

Bendy:“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just a little hot in here is all.” Boris let his hand go and picked up his plate to put it by the sink.

Boris:“Wanna watch some T.V?” He asked. Bendy shrugged.

Bendy:“Sure.” He put his own plate in the sink and the two went into the living room and sat down on the couch. They were going through channels trying to find a comedy show. Then their show popped up. Their very first one. Boris grinned.

Boris:“Oh! I remember this! It’s been so long since we’ve watched our shows huh Bendy?” Bendy moaned.

Bendy:“Aw, this one? I never really liked this one. You were good in it though! I was just not in it that day.” He said as he shook his head.

Boris:“What? Come on buddy, you were great!” He nudged him a bit. Bendy chuckled. The two watched some old episodes they did together over the years. Bendy and Boris had some good laughs together. Then one of their musical shows came up and Bendy frowned. Boris was still smiling though.

Boris:“I remember this one, I think this is the first love song you wanted to sing.” He leaned back and put one leg over the other. Bendy crossed his arms and leaned back .

Bendy:“Yeah…” He shrugged. Too bad the cigar box was empty. He would’ve loved one right about now. He thought. Bendy, on T.V., was standing on the stage wearing a bow tie that sparkled.

~Someday when I’m awfully low,
when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you…
and the way you look tonight.~

Boris was nodding his head as he listened.

Boris:“I was so focused on listening to you sing, I almost forgot to play my clarinet.” Bendy’s arms lowered onto his lap as he watched
himself on T.V. sing.“I wanted to hear you sing like this for a long time when we were working together. You weren’t really out of your shell much those days.” Bendy didn’t answer him, nor looked at him. The memories rushed back to him like a bolt of lightning. Just one of those things you wished you could forget and stay forgotten. Boris looked at him, his smile faded a bit.“I was really scared that day.” Bendy clenched his teeth. He remembered.“Heh, I thought this was going to be the last love song you would ever sing. You weren’t too interested in singing these songs. ”

~Yes you’re lovely, with your smile so warm
and your cheeks so soft, there is nothing for me but to love you,
and the way you look tonight~

Bendy stayed silent. His tail curled around his legs. He looked at Boris and frozed when their eyes met. Boris almost frowned when he saw the look of guilt in his eyes.

Boris:“Bendy? Are you alright?”

Bendy:“You don’t remember that day do you?” He finally spoke. He raised a brow.“Oh come on!” He yelled angrily which surprised Boris at the sudden change of mood.“You really don’t remember all the things I said to ya that day? How I treated you for the last two weeks during those days?!” He was on his knees trying to look down at the wolf but they were at the same height. Boris struggled to remember anything else that happened that day.“I was a major jerk! I treated you like you were suppose to do everything for me no matter what I did! I was acting like a selfish jerk, you really can’t remember all that?” The things he said, the lies he told him. Boris seemed to slowly remember some things. He itched his head.

Boris:“Yeah, I remember now.” He said simply. Bendy laughed but not happily.

Bendy:“How are you this kind to me after all that?!”


Bendy was smoking a cigar as he walked back and forth behind stage. Boris was walking towards him. He looked up and shot a glare at him.

Bendy:“There you are! About time! I thought I was going to have to cancel this how thing!” Boris frowned.

Boris:“Oh no! You don’t have to do that Bendy-”

“Don’t be late again, ya hear?” Bendy said as he pointed the cigar at him.“This is suppose to be my big day! We’ve got over two hundred people wanting to see me on stage tonight. I can’t have them thinking I’m some fraud! Do you?” Boris shook his head.

Boris:“No, of course not!” Bendy crossed his arms.

Bendy:“Well then why are ya goofing off somewhere else instead of being here prepared for the show?”

Boris:“I'am prepared. See?” He held out his clarinet.“I’m even dressed up in the outfit you told me to wear.” He was wearing a black and white dress. Bendy buried his face in one hand.

Bendy:“Boris….I told you to wear a suit and tie.” He shot a glare at him.“Just stay off the stage okay? They’re gunna think this is all a joke to them!” Boris’s ears lowered and he frowned.

Boris:“Gosh, I’m awfully sorry Bendy.” He said a bit sadly. Bendy sighed heavily.

Bendy:“Just…don’t let this happen again. I know we’re all for fun and all every now and then but this is not that night. This is the night where I finally show the world just how important I'am.” Boris raised a brow at him.

Boris:“I thought this was about ‘us’?” Bendy looked at him.

Bendy:“Well….yes? But no?” He shrugged.“You’re not the one on the stage tonight.” He said with a smirk. Boris’s shoulders dropped as Bendy turned around and heard the audiance cheering.“Remember, I’m counting on you to make this show happen! So is everyone else!” He quickly walked away.


         ~End of Flashback~

Bendy:“For two weeks…I treated you like garbage. I didn’t understand why you still stayed, I thought you were just an idiot.” He looked down and was shaking his head.“But I was the idiot. I always have been. I didn’t see how much of a good friend you were. I broke that promise I made all those years ago.”


Bendy:“No, no. I can understand if you hate me Boris.”

Boris:“But Bendy-”

“I DON’T wanna hear lies!” Bendy said a little loud.“Just tell me how you really feel! Be honest!” He said as he grabbed his shoulders. Boris gently took his hands off and looked in his eyes.

Boris:“Bendy, you don’t remember EVERYTHING that happened do you?” Bendy blinked looking confused.

Bendy:“What…?” Boris smiled a little.

Boris:“You already apologized. Don’t get me wrong, I actually…was planning to leave. Until Ched almost ran me over with a train.You don’t remember that day?” Bendy shook his head.

Bendy:“Not really. All I remember was treating you like garbage.” Boris shook his head as he chuckled.

Boris:“Bendy, I left that show because we got into a big argument. We already talked about this. You were going on about how it was my fault that you forgot your song you were singing for the last three days. All day and all night. I left and you were going to start the show with someone else. I was going to take a train home but Ched showed up and we got into an argument about money.
Telling me that you owed him a hundred dollars or whatever that greedy rat was going on about, and shoved me into the tracks. I hit my head hard on the metal bar and was knocked out. Next thing I remember, you were trying to get me to wake up and we were off the tracks. The train was ruined. You wouldn’t stop apologizing to me for three days after that. ” Bendy was quiet.

~With each word your tenderness grows, tearing my
fear apart… And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my
foolish heart.~

Bendy:“So….what do you think of me now?” He hesitantly asked. Boris chuckled and shook his head. He raised a brow.

Boris:“You really wanna know?” Bendy swallowed. After a minute passed he grabbed Bendy’s arms. The demon gasped as he was pushed down
on his back on the couch and the wolf gave him a mischievous smile.

Bendy:“B-Boris?” His face felt warmer than before and he was unprepared for what happened next.

~Lovely, never, ever change. Keep that breathless charm. Won’t you please
arrange it? 'Cause I love you…Just the way you look tonight.~

The wolf slid his hands down to the demon’s sides and began to tickle him. The demon burst into laughter. He tried to get away but Boris kept pulled him close and tickling him.

Bendy:“Oh yeah?” He threw himself onto the wolf and began tickling him. The two began to laugh as they tickled each other. Though Boris seemed to be able to tickle him the most.“Okay! Okay! I give! I give! Hahahaha!” Boris finally stopped tickling him.

`And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish heart.
Lovely, don’t you ever change. Keep that breathless charm. Won’t you
please arrange it? 'Cause I love you…just the way you look tonight.~

Just as Bendy was catching his breath, Boris licked his cheek. Bendy looked at him with wide eyes. Boris was smiling warmly at him and the look in his eyes, he’s never looked at him that way before. Bendy slowly smiled and chuckled.

~Just the way you look tonight.~



Bendy:“….I-” There was a loud banging on the front door. The two sat up right away. Boris got up and quickly walked towards the door. When he opened it, his eyes widened.

Boris:“Abella?” Bendy’s heart dropped when he saw her. She was smiling brightly at the wolf and threw her arms around him. Bendy clawed the couch leaving scratch marks on it and clenched his teeth.

Abella:“Hello my sweetest flavored pie! It feels like it’s been forever since we last saw each other!” He took a step back but she took a step closer quickly.“When I read all your letters I felt like I was falling in love with you all over again!” Boris’s ears lowered.

Boris:“Oh…really?” She nodded.

Abella:“Of course my precious love pup!” She said as she cupped his face in her hands and pulled him in for a smooch. Bendy’s jaw dropped along with his head. It bounced off the floor and rolled away. The body slowly fell backwards and fell on it’s back on the hard floor. Boris gently pushed her back.

Boris:“Uhh, Abella, you actually came?”

Abella:“Yes! I just couldn’t wait any longer. My heart would not stop singing your name.” She threw her arms around him again and began to kiss him over and over. Bendy, in the corner, watched them and he growled low. He never felt this way before. His body walked over to him and picked his head up placing it back onto his shoulders. He wanted to speak, wanted to tell her to leave, but he waited for what Boris had to say. The demon crossed his arms. Boris gently pushed her back and tried to catch his breath.

Boris:“Uhm…that’s good and all….uhmm….oh golly…” He itched his head. She frowned.

Abella:“What’s the matter darling? I thought this was what you wanted.” He made a look of guilt and looked at Bendy. The demon blinked. He rolled his eyes and walked up to them.

Bendy:“I’ll tell her then.” She furrowed her brows at Boris.

Abella:“Tell me what?” She asked as she crossed her arms. He smiled sheepishly. Bendy smirked at her.

Bendy:“Look, you two had fun and all but Boris already found someone.” He said this as he walked her to the front door.

Abella:“What?! Who?!” He grinned at her.


Abella:“Wha-” Bendy slammed the door shut and he walked away feeling better. Boris’s ears were down.

Boris:“I kinda expected you to do…something else. That seemed a little harsh don’t ya think?” Bendy shrugged.

Bendy:“Who cares? She shouldn’t have kept ya waiting for so long right?” He sat down on the couch. Boris couldn’t help but stare at the door.

Boris:“I think we should check on her just to be sure she’s okay.” Bendy sighed and looked at him.

Bendy:“Boris you sweet, sweet wolf, she’ll be over it in no time. Now come on over here and watch T.V with me.” He said almost sweetly as he held his arms out to him.

Boris:“Uhh….I dunno, I’m getting chills down my spine-” The door flew open and he spun around only to see Abella glaring at him. She stood in front of him with crossed arms.

Abella:“So that’s it then? You’re leaving me for that thing?” She pointed a finger at Bendy.

Bendy:“Well, I never!” He kept himself from smirking.

Boris:“Well…I was going to…well I mean….you see…” He wasn’t sure what to say. He already felt bad enough that she found out this way.

Abella:“You know, I was really hoping you would of kicked him out by now.” Bendy gasped.

Bendy:“I knew it!” He said out loud.

Abella:“But instead you fell for his lies and trickery! He’s a devil hun! Of course he’s going to lie to someone so sweet and innocent like you.” Bendy glared at her.“What makes you think he’s changed? You told me he’s hurt you before!”
Bendy frowned and looked at Boris. The wolf crossed his arms.

Boris:“He’s a changed demon, he’s always has been.” Abella stomped her foot.

Abella:“Why are you being so stubborn? It’s happening all over again! I’m trying to help you from making a big mistake! He’s evil! Look at him! The horns and the tail!” Bendy waved his tail around like a cat.

Bendy:“What’s wrong with having horns and a tail?” He asked with a smile.

Abella:“He also has a floating head!” Bendy shrugged.“Please don’t do this to us Boris.” She took his hand.“Please, just get rid of him, for me.” She asked sweetly as she looked in his eyes with a warm smile. Boris looked at Bendy who was giving him a pleading look.

Bendy:“Bori?” He said. The wolf looked away and they were quiet for a long time. She gently lowered his head to make him look at her.

Abella:“Everything will be just fine without him. I promise.” She whispered. Boris swallowed. He sighed and picked Abella up bridal style. Abella smiled triumphantly. Bendy’s eyes widened.

Bendy:“B-Boris?!” He heads out the front door. Bendy jumped over the couch and followed them outside.“Boris!” He walked to her car parked behind his truck.

Abella:“I knew you would make the right choice my sweet.” She said as she kissed his cheek.

Bendy:“Boris! Don’t-don’t leave me buddy! I’ll change! I swear! I won’t smoke so much anymore! I’ll come home earlier! I’ll stop chasing women!” He dropped to his knees.“I know I’m a screw up! I’ll do whatever it takes for you to stay!” He begged. Boris had placed her in the driver’s seat. He leaned down with his arms leaning on the door so they were eye-to-eye.

Boris:“Drive safely okay?” He said with a sweet smile. She frowned and gave him a wide eyed look.


Abella:“But I don’t understand!” Boris shrugged.

Boris:“Well, me neither. I’m not like everyone else, Bendy is a good guy. I actually try to understand him. He’s a good friend most of the time. He makes mistakes, but so does everyone else. I’m being a good friend by helping him out when he needs it and he does the same for me. He’s a devil, yeah, but not like any devil I imagine he would be. He learns from his mistakes.” He walked over to Bendy and helped him up.“Bendy, I love you just the way you are.
There’s nothing wrong with a little mischief every now and then.” He winked. Bendy smiled and he laughed.

Bendy:“Aw! I knew you wouldn’t leave!” He threw his arms around him.

Boris:“Bendy, you don’t have to stop doing all that stuff y'know.” He said as he hugged him back. Bendy looked up at him.

Bendy:“Oh good, I’m not ready to give up my sweet cigars Bori.” He chuckled.“But I WILL stop chasing women. Who needs em eh?” He giggled.
Abella sighed heavily and started her car. She drove away after giving one last glare at Bendy. The two watched her leave until her car disappeared.“Glad that’s over huh buddy?” Boris looked at him and nodded.

Boris:“Hey Bendy?” He said hesitantly as they walked back into the house.

Bendy:“Yeah buddy?” He said with a smile. He almost frowned when he saw the look of guilt on his face.

Boris:“I, heh….have a confession to make.” Bendy raised a brow.

Bendy:“Oh?” He crossed his arms and smiled.“Shoot.”

Boris:“….I was kinda….trying to get you jealous at first.” Bendy gasped giving a dramatic pose.“When I first met Abella? I just wanted to get your attention. But I just thought you weren’t interested in me like that. You just saw me as a friend.” Bendy walked over to Boris and put one arm around him and pulled him close.

Bendy:“Aw Bori, I can’t be mad at ya. I was actually planning on trying to get you to forget about Abella anyway if she ever did come around.” The two laughed and Boris hugged him.

Boris:“So Bendy. Got any plans for tomorrow?” Bendy grinned.

Bendy:“Well I was planning on taking a certain wolf out on a date tomorrow night after we spend the day having a nice picnic at a park, or go to the beach with Molly and him.” Boris grinned.

Boris:“Sounds like a good plan to me!” He kissed his cheek and his bow tie began to spin as his face grew warm. He began to giggle.


Abella was sitting at a bar taking a few strong drinks. She sighed as she buried her face in her hands.

Abella:“Oh Boris….what if he’s got you in some kind of spell?”

“Sorry, did you say; 'Boris’?”

The sad poodle looked up and saw an old rat holding a cup of wine.

Abella:“Yes? Do you know him?” She asked. He nodded.

Ched:“I know he likes to spend time with that devil on his shoulder.” Her eyes widened.

Abella:“You know Bendy?” He nodded.

Ched:“Yes. He causes more trouble than you think! I can’t stand him!” He growled.“He causes me so much money! He’s a bad influence on my niece too!” She gave him a look of worry.

Abella:“Goodness…” She said softly.

Ched:“I know a way to get rid of him for good though.” Her eyes lit up. He grinned. He took out a bottle with the words PURE WATER on it.“With a reasonable price, you’ll get rid of that devil for good and you’ll have Boris all to yourself. She hesitated.

Abella:"But…Boris really seems to care about Bendy. To go far to even say he loves him.” Ched’s eyes widened and he made a disgusted look.

Ched:“Come on! Don’t be ridiculous! A devil? In love? He’s just using him for his evil plans.” Abella blinked.

Abella:“What evil plans?” Ched looked around making sure no one was listening and then he leaned closer.

Ched:“Everyone else may have fallen for the devil’s charm but I’m tellin’ ya the truth here sweet heart. He wants the souls of the innocent.” She almost didn’t believe him but then again, he was a demon.“I’d go after him myself, but I’m old and not quick enough as I used to be.” She stared at the bottle for a long time. She pulled out her purse and pulled out a hundred dollars. His eyes almost popped out and he started to drool. He took it and grinned.“Pleasure doing business with you.” He gave her a whole bag of PURE WATER. She took it and left without another word. She looked down at the bag and sighed.

Abella:“Don’t worry honey. I’ll get you out of this mess.” She said to herself. She got in her car and drove off.

Stockholm Syndrome

A/n: I was going to not upload this tonight, however, i have received several requests to do so.

This imagine is disturbing. If the topic of crime or murder makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this, skip this entirely. 



I am no author, nor a man of any knowledge or experience in writing. But, I, Harold Edward Styles, am here to write my defense for my trial. The trial of a robbery I freely admit to committing.

People of the Jury, before I begin to explain myself in the most confidential of ways, I want to make clear that I am not trying to plea myself innocent. The robbery was a crime I can admit I had participated in. I am in no position to lie about my own decisions. However, I feel I am no criminal. You see, there are many people like me. There are too many people like me. People who drown in the toxic they feed themselves; burn in the ashes they’ve inhaled. It seems as though throughout the time I have been held captive in my own self-destructive mind that there was no release. We can test ourselves; create many scenarios on ourselves to feel some sort of unnoticed security. What we don’t realize is that it actually makes the matter of the cause worse, if it wasn’t the worst to begin with.

To me, what had happened had to be the worse, and if it wasn’t, then I don’t want to ever run into a nightmare more horrific than this.

Ladies and gentlemen, for us humans to get to this point, it takes more than an unsatisfactory comment, or an act of betrayal. It’s not the pain of our own unjust actions. We can believe that every human has to answer to a higher calling, and that it’s the only way we can we rid ourselves of the pain we are in. For me, it’s not that at all. It’s the pain from losing someone.

Think of the term “mass murder.” The act of murdering a significant amount of people, humans, simultaneously or over a short duration of time. This is what happened to me. Well, not to me, but to my family.

My brother, Alfie, and I are the only survivors of the heinous crime. We were the only two left alive, untouched, unharmed—unharmed in the physical term, that is. We were harmed, emotionally, left scarred, exposed, alone. Left to fend for ourselves, and in my case, left to care for my little brother, when I was barely capable to care for myself.

The murder was committed on December 17 of 1993.

It was during a numbingly cold night. The power had gone out after a series of winds and blizzards that had taken over the town. I was out at a local bar, Cheers, it was called, downing countless shots of whiskey, smoking our cigarettes, in honor of a guys night out. I was out with my childhood mates, enjoying the time with them after coming back for the holidays. It wasn’t too festive, we weren’t planning it that way. It was casual, just six men going for a drink. Innocently.

The wind was blowing quite harshly that night, I remember. We were planning on leaving, but we figured it would be best to wait until the storm had passed. Besides, it had only been a solid hour, and catching up wasn’t anywhere near done.

It wasn’t until around 2 a.m and when the winds had settled down and the snowing had calmed when we decided it was time to head back home. I remember once I was on the road back to my house that I had called my girlfriend at the time, as you know to be Y/n Y/l/n. She was visiting the states for the funeral of her aunt, who had committed suicide due to the divorce of her and her husband. She was explaining her trip so far, and how her family has been holding up with the recent death. She claimed she needed to stay longer in the states because her mum wasn’t holding up the way she had expected. Apparently she had become her own personal wreck, and that she had been turning to bottles of gin to help “cleanse the depression”, as Y/n had said. After hanging up with her, I remember being only a couple blocks away from home. I had expected my family to be sleeping by the time I had gotten back. It was late and by the looks of the town, the power had still not come back on.

Everything after that was a blur, and the only thing in my memory that has remained clear was arriving home, tired from the whiskey, and seeing blood drench the walls of my home. It was everywhere. A handprint on the door, that seemed to have left no fingerprints. Drops of my family’s insides dripping from the walls. It was everywhere I turned. It was surrounding me, taunting me. It was as if it was perfectly designed to kill a part of me along with my family, whose bodies were lying dead, limp on top of one another, on the floor in my living room.

Somewhere, between my haziness and my disturbance I ended up trying to revive them. As if somehow my shaking hands and desperate cries and begs were so powerful as to wake the dead. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I was only 18 and it was the only thing that felt right.

I remember the sound of crying, and I wasn’t clear whether it was mine at first, but after a couple of moments, it turned to screams. I wasn’t screaming. I was too distraught to scream, and my throat was sore from the crying. Tracking down the mysterious screams and cries, I found my little brother, Alfie, hiding in one of the kitchen cabinets. He was in fetal position when I found him. He was sobbing, screaming, trembling. I held him. I held him to keep him together—to keep us together, and I refused to let him go until police and investigators had showed up. Alfie and I were no longer permitted to stay inside at that point, which I am sure he didn’t mind. I surely didn’t, anyway.

An investigator by the name of Detective Declan had asked us a series of questions. Where were you at the time of the murder? Alfie, did you see who did this? Has anybody in the family had any problems with another individual? Do you have any idea how this could have happened?

I do not remember my answers to these questions, however, there are three absolutes I have no qualms about. I was absolute in my response to where I had been. Out with some mates, out having a good time, while my family was being mutilated. I am absolutely positive Alfie was the last to have seen our family and saw what transpired. And, I am absolutely positive that my family had not had any problems with another individual, as far as I was concerned, we were naturally an exclusive family.

To this day, nearly one year later, and maybe even two, depending on the time you are reading this, I still manage to have flashbacks of this. It was only a couple of weeks, or months, ago when events started to unfold again in my memory. They were little moments, moments my body and brain were able to handle; giving little glimpses of events like a film that has lost its frames. Tiny segments that exposed themselves to me, yet left the most important details hidden. I do, however, distinctly remember that after the murder I had to move in with Y/n in a small town of Holmes Chapel, since she had come straight back to England after she had received the news about my family. It wasn’t until after Alfie and I had moved in with her that I discovered more things about her than I ever have before. I was able to capture her intriguing beauty, capture the delicacy she was. She was beautiful, I remember observing, so pure and delicate. Her movements matched her voice, which matched her personality—soft, gentle, innocent, just like her favorite song. The one she sang every morning. She always sat in the same position, hiding behind a cigarette, doing the same thing between 7 and 8 a.m. Her bare feet were always propped up on our wooden table. Her right ankle always on top of the left, bouncing it up and down as she sang I Know It’s Over by The Smiths. This was the time she was most herself, I suppose. She was always willing to talk then, always willing to open up her most secretive and private thoughts. Throughout the duration of these most treasured moments, I almost forgot who she truly was.

Luckily, for me, I was the one that was able to admire her during her time of sanity.

It was a little while after I moved in when we began to struggle with money. With neither of us working (which now that I look back on, was a very stupid and unwise decision, especially if we were taking care of Alfie), and neither of us managing our budgets, we were threatened with the loss our home. Y/n was finally able to secure a minimum wage job, and we both agreed that taking care of Alfie would be my responsibility. Alfie, and I, became solely dependent on Y/n.

This, in my mind, was the most perfect opportunity to do what needed to be done.

This, here, ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, was when I came up with the crime that has placed me in this position. I planned on robbing a bank, but not for the reason you may believe.

I remember my plans for that day exactly—the day of the robbery. Frame by frame, I remember what happened, and also know it wasn’t what I envisioned. For me to tell you is not hard. I am not under oath. Figuratively, yes, I am. I am under the oath to not lie to or deceive God. Personally, I am not. I do not believe in God. No God would create the things I have seen. And since I am not in any way in oath to anybody or anything other than myself, lying would be more stupid than what I have done.

Y/n, my darling Y/n, she was standing still, as if observing her surroundings. Her thumb pressed down the knuckles of her fingers, something she had always done when she was nervous. The air blew gusts of white winds against us, the ends of her untamed blonde hair flying behind her. I wish I could have seen her entire face, not just her cold blue eyes. I wanted to see the indescribable beauty that had only been seen in magazines, the beauty that most people have never been fortunate to experience. I wanted to study her. I wanted to remember her face before the tragedy that was to come before us. But who she was then wasn’t what she used to be. The further down her face, just under the dark circles of her eyes, a balaclava was covering the rest of her. Hiding her face, hiding the person she had become.

I remember our gun not working at first. She kept hitting the weapon with an open palm. Her eyebrows were creased inwards, looking as if something had gone wrong. What more could have gone wrong?

With the gun finally loaded, we were more than positive it was time to head into the bank. My adrenaline seemed to have increased. My body was shaking, my hands sweating, my breath shallow and broken. But on top of all the nervousness and tenseness, I remember kissing her between our fabric-covered faces, for this would be the last time I would do so.

It was when we entered the bank that the plan had come into action. We both had our guns in the air, screaming at the bankers for all of the held money that was hidden in the building. They screamed against their will, claiming that the money will not be given to us. Y/n and I suspected that the responses to our demands would be nothing but objections. In this case, we were able to threaten the manager with his life if the combination of the vault was not given to us. He was quick to oblige, I remember. He didn’t object to any of our instructions, and had given us the combination that led to the 2 million euros that we would soon steal.

Y/n then fired gun. The shot was at nobody in particular, just an action to manipulate the victims. “Put these on! Everybody put these on!” Y/n screamed, throwing each person in our view a single orange jump suit that we had brought with us. They were scared and intimidated enough to follow our instructions, and soon enough, everybody held hostage in the building was now wearing an orange jump suit, including Y/n and I.

The room turned from crazy to chaotic. People were crying, nobody knew who the robbers were. We had all looked the same. All in orange jump suits, no person with a gun in hand anymore, no faces covered.

Once we reached the vault, entered the combination, and were no in clear view of the cash, she was quick to collect all of the remaining money. Her hands moved fast as she placed the stacks of money in her purse very carefully.

The money was then in our possession.

When we were about to leave, Y/n grabbed my wrist gently. She looked at me with those cold blue eyes, boring into me that I nearly forgot what our task was, however, she pulled me back.

“Take this bag, Harold. And put on your mask, trust me on this. Climb out the window when you reach the hall, alright? Run the second you exit this building. Okay?”

Her eyes didn’t leave mine when she instructed me, and I ended up doing what she asked. I took her purse gently from her shoulder, reaching in for the mask I had worn previously that was now under all the money. I slipped it over my head, only my eyes uncovered from this moment on.

She reached my hand, I remember, kissing the knuckles of my fingers. She smiled, almost evilly, but I remembered thinking it was because we were about to get away with robbery. However, I could have never been more wrong.

When I climbed out of the window in the hallway, police were surrounding me, guns pointing at me from every direction my eyes could see. My breathing slowed, I was almost suffocating. I dropped the bag from my hands, placing my arms above my head with reluctance. She had planned this, this whole time, she knew this was going to happen. The second I planted my feet on those grounds, I was a goner, a destined felon.

I was thrown against the building, being hit and spit on, handcuffed, my words then being used against us in the court of law.

I looked up at her, through the window. She was smiling, smoking her pack of cigarettes, as if this was a dream come true for her. She blew me a kiss, flicking the ashes from her cigarette down upon her feet.

Now, Jury, I know what you’re asking, or what you’ve been asking. What does the murder of my family have to do with my trial for robbing a bank? How had the murder of my family lead me to commit this crime?

Luckily for you, I happen to have an answer.

Y/n, the founder of my soul, the fire to my heart, my wonderful, beautiful, psychotic girlfriend, had kidnapped me.

Jury! My Y/n, my soul, my heart, my desire and life had completely held me captive in her beauty. What she did, it wasn’t done with originality, nor was it in the process of being acted upon with a well functioning brain. What she had done wasn’t normal. It wasn’t expected. It was a new stage of crime. She didn’t take me away in physical darkness. Mental darkness, maybe, but not physical. She didn’t take me away when I was alone in the middle of an abandoned alley with vulnerability taking over me. No. She was more careful than that, she was much smarter than that. It was a slow process, not something that could have been planned overnight.

I know she had committed the murder of my family. I know she had.

A couple of weeks before the murder, I had began to drink more frequently. I was too succumbed in my addictions of drugs and alcohol to have any intentions of communicating with her. She became my first priority to my last within a matter of days. I had only used her for my own bodily desires, and within those couple of months I was becoming too disconnected. I had even slept with numerous other women, too intoxicated to even notice the wrong.

This was also during the time my parents have been persuading me to dump my beautiful Y/n. They claimed she was psychotic, dragging my own sanity down with hers. They claim she will ruin the family, to leave her in the dust so that I can become the healthy, smart man I was supposed to become. However, picturing a day without her beautiful face was nonexistent. She has hypnotized me completely, and there was no getting rid of her.

It wasn’t until after the murder and after depression had completely taken over me that I had noticed my lovely Y/n to be more attached to me. She rarely let me leave the house, and if I did, it had to be with her guidance. She disconnected my phone, claiming that the murderer of my family could later chase after me. She sold my car, explaining that we had needed the money in order for us to look after Alfie with our greatest intentions. At first, in my entirely naive mind, I thought she was nervous that over a period of time, she will lose me like I had lost them. Like, maybe, she was holding onto me because she was worried for me. But it was after nearly four months of her loving me too much that I had realized that she was holding on to me so dearly because I was able to hold her like she had held me.

What had really made me figure out that she was the one that had executed my family was when the topic of her trip to the states was mentioned. Whenever Alfie and I had any curiosity about her stay, she always gave short answers. Quick responses with an immediate change of the subject. Y/n, I must say, was always a private person; very secure of herself. So at first, this did not concern me. What did concern me, however, was her lack of evidence that she had even left her home in Holmes Chapel. She was always the type of girl to buy a new book from every different place she had explored. From French fiction, La Recherche du Temps Perdu, to Russian classics, Lolita, to Slovenia novelas, Trik Je v Tem da Brathing. She was always the woman to get a book as a souvenir wherever she had gone.

On top of this, photographs on her polaroid were not taken, which was extremely rare of her. She was always on it, snapping pointless pictures of buildings, people, outfits she had wanted to wear, and even strange people she had found interesting. She was always one to capture the beauty of things, which was one of the primary reasons as to why I had fallen in love with her.

I had figured out through the process of her actions that she had murdered my family to be closer to me. It was clear that she was the only woman I was allowed to be with. Maybe the only person I was allowed to be with. I was held hostage with whom I was grown to believe was my safety and love. But in reality, I was held hostage to a murderer, a monster, a brute.

How did I not know this? Why did I just figure this out? She was in front of me the whole time and I was too blinded by her beauty and by the thought of her that I could not see. I couldn’t see, ladies and gentlemen! Was I just as mental as the women I had slept with every night or was I my own self-destructive maniac?

It was because of her course of action that I had decided to rob the bank. Not just because I wanted to fix our financial issues and keep our home, no. I wanted to get her arrested for her twisted, sickening, disgusting mind. Since the case of the murder of my family had been dropped due to lack of evidence, I needed her to be imprisoned. Whether it was for closure or for the injustice she has created, I wanted her arrested.

I hadn’t planned on getting caught, actually, but caught I was. I had planned on leaving back to the front of the building by the time Y/n was collecting the money from the vault. I planned to act like a victim under Y/n, the criminal.

However, I am guessing she had figured out my plan before the robbery, possibly by my lack of privacy, writing out every bit of my plan in my journal. So she had reversed the roles by using her twisted mind, manipulating me by her infatuating beauty. She knows what she does, and does it without a trace of guilt. It’s her specialty, her weapon.

Although I question how Alfie is doing when I’m alone in my cellar, I do know he is safe. I made sure that he’s safe. Before my plan, I sent him to stay with our aunt for a few days. This would distract him from what we were going to do. Y/n didn’t know of this, especially since I refused to have Alfie be near her without my presence.

For this, I am able to keep my sanity.

It’s hard for me to confess that I am still in love with my dearest. Her beauty and poise had captivated me in her insanity. I am still under her control, I feel like. I feel like I will always be.

Ladies and gentlemen, I do not care for your verdict. I just want my Y/n in jail for the rest of her life. I want her trapped the way she had trapped me. I want her to grow more insane than she already was. I want her to be tortured.

I hope this letter has helped my trial. I hope this was of benefit to you. I apologize for the troubles of my crime, and I apologize for my actions. I hope my reasoning is understandable. And I hope that there is a lessoned learned throughout my reasoning. I want you to remember, Jury, that you can feel love for anybody in this damned world, but always remember this lesson of which I had learned in the duration of my time being with my Y/n. The surface of a person’s soul could be the most beautiful thing you encounter, and it will make you believe you have everything you have ever dreamt of. But our minds betray us, and our eyes begin to disguise the dirt on purpose, just to satisfy ourselves.

Always be on guard. Always protect yourself. And always, always be prepared for the worst.


Harry Edward Styles.

Married to a Monster - eight

Originally posted by squynhty

Paring: kaiXreader, minseokXreader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: You are forced into a marriage with your once love/childhood best friend. Although, you don’t love him anymore and are disgusted with having to marry him. After driving yourself to suicide twice, you know you can’t ever fix things with him but even though, you push forward for the happiness of your parents who are still grieving the loss of your older sister.

Notes: This series will contain talk of suicide, self-harm, abuse, death and possibly more. This series will also have smut, but chapters will be rated [m] accordingly. This chapter contains explicit self-harm.

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anonymous asked:

Is there a way to bring up things that have happened to my characters in the past without using flashbacks? I'm writing a story revolved around two characters that knew each other as children and reunited as adults, but I don't like flashbacks and don't want to use a lot of them when I want to address how a character has changed over the years. Is there anyway to do this?

Hi there, anon <3  Thanks for your question!

So the beauty of your particular situation is that, once two people reunite after years of being apart, they’re prone to discuss the past – especially if things ended poorly.  Seeing a childhood friend as an adult means you’re taking a memory of how they were as a kid (Point A) and trying to connect it to who they are as an adult (Point B) – so you’re both going to ask questions about each other.  It’s how the mind processes someone’s identity with missing information.

Beyond that, it’s natural to be curious about oneself as a child – and revisiting childhood friends is a great way to gain perspective on childhood situations and memories that may feel clouded.  So when your two characters reunite (and try to figure out how to interact now), their conversations will probably include:

“Dude, do you remember when our moms made us go on that field trip and we wandered off and…”

“You work in carpentry?  That’s a far cry from captain-cheerleader-slash-ice-princess…”

“No thanks, man.  I still have a dent in my head from the last time you asked me to trust you.”

So conversation works as one outlet for backstory.  Another possibility is using your characters’ thoughts in a non-flashback platform – for example, I’ll use a (really old and crappy) paragraph from my second novel, about two characters who reunite after a trauma years ago.

There was a prominent and relaxed smile on her face… and then, for the first moment since he’d crawled into her bedroom nearly a week ago, he recognized her.  He knew who she was when she smiled, the way she constantly did when she was younger.

When had she grown up so much?  Now, settled on these ropes, smiling with her longer face and her longer hair, without her makeup and her sundresses… she looked like an adult. She looked mature.

It was just that when she smiled, it looked like nothing had happened to her at all.

Seriously, like… it was a really crappy novel.  Sorry about that.

But what these paragraphs imply, without the use of flashbacks, is that: (1) “she” was a positive/feminine/innocent personality sometime before they parted ways; (2) “he” did not consider himself positive/innocent, and thought of this as a non-adult, immature worldview; & (3) something “happened to her” that changed her worldview, or at least how she carries herself.  That’s a good amount of information to squeeze out of a smile.

That’s the gist of what I’m saying, here.  When you don’t show literal flashback scenes of what happened in the past – when you just allow your characters’ thoughts to call back to the good ol’ days – you’re painting a more realistic picture of how people think.  Plus, you’re not interrupting the story nearly as much with a few thoughts, as opposed to a flashback sequence.

And lastly, another good way to get information is to introduce a third-party character and mention one of the two main characters to them.  For instance: if Eloise and Danny meet at the grocery store and have an awkward encounter, the reader won’t know why the encounter is so awkward.  But then, if Eloise goes home and tells her roommate that ugh, she saw Danny at the grocery store, and her roommate goes, wait, what’s up with you and Danny? and Eloise groans and replies, he’s the one who stood me up for senior prom.  I haven’t seen him since we avoided each other at the reunion.  Then the reader gets plenty of information, quickly, naturally, and from a reliable source!

TL;DR: show the characters’ history through conversation between them, through their internal thoughts, or through conversation with a third party.

Anyway, that’s all I have for you!  Thanks for your question :)  Happy writing!

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!


Hey folks, Paul here for FEATHERED FRIDAY! Usually I do some kind of bird-character-fan-art for the Friday posts, but…

  • Today I’m driving from Savannah to Raleigh, and
  • It’s short-notice to the point I’d feel bad asking Meg to fill in for me again (like she did here, here, and here… all fantastic!)

So! Today’s post is a flashback to my photo shoot with a chicken.

When I finished THUNDERCLUCK: CHICKEN OF THOR, I wanted my filmmaker photo to have a chicken in it. Some family friends had this bird, and we did a great shoot together!

  • Fun Fact #1: Looking at the files’ time-stamps, the shoot was 12/9/14, two years ago today! (Cue Adele’s “When We Were Young.”)
  • Fun Fact #2: My fly was down the entire shoot. The pictures have been cropped.

Next week should be a return to fan-art, so be sure to check back… on the next FEATHERED FRIDAY!

When Our Brothers In Arms Are Gone

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Drama

Summary: Private Way arrived at your hospital two weeks ago, shell-shocked and mourning for his brother. Now, it’s July 4, 1944. When the fireworks trigger his flashbacks, will you be able to keep him calm til morning?

Everything had been so much simpler before the Great War started.

It didn’t seem like that long ago that you and your friends were listening to The Green Hornet (your favorite radio show), laughing, without a care in the world. But, your best friend had traded in her pearls for coveralls and started working in a factory, building fighter planes. Her brother had enlisted. And you…..well, you knew you had to do your part for the war effort, too. The victory garden you’d planted in your backyard just didn’t seem like enough. And so, you’d started volunteering at the hospital.

It was about two weeks ago now that Private Gerard Way had become a patient there. He’d been screaming and crying when they brought him in, fighting the doctors and nurses trying to treat his wounds. One of his platoon brothers, Lieutenant Iero, had explained to you that he’d lost his brother, Mikey, on D-Day.

“I should’ve been the one who died!” you heard Gerard sob. “You should’ve just left me on that battlefield!”

“Your brother wouldn’t want that,” you blurted, even though you were the newest person on the medical team, even though you’d never met the deceased soldier.

But Gerard had looked at you when you said that, and it seemed to snap him out of it – at least for a moment.

“……What did you say?” he asked you with a hesitant look.

“I..I said I don’t think your brother would want you to die,” you muttered, wondering why you’d gotten involved. “I didn’t know him, but I think if he loves you, he would want you to let us treat you, so you can get well, and live.”

You waited for the soldier to scream at you, to tell you that you had no idea what you were talking about, but, to your surprise, he listened. He consented to go into surgery. Now, he was still in the hospital, recovering, and you were the only one he would allow to change his bandages.

There were so many young men like him, returning from overseas with scars on their bodies and minds that may never heal. It was unforgivably unpatriotic of you, but part of you wished the Allies would just give up. Just concede defeat and let the Axis win so that no more American men had to suffer and die. War was so cruel.

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Flashbacks - Request

Requested by @nonstopwriter:  could you make a john Watson x reader where the reader was in a mental hospital for a while bc of a suicide attempt and she got out but she has flashbacks of what happened in the hospital and John helps her deal with them?

Pairing: John Watson x reader

Word count: 727

Warnings: Does the whole escence of the story counts? I don’t think so…

A/N: Tonight’s the night of short stories, but I hope they’re worth it.


Originally posted by hobbitbilbo

The white walls.

The stairs, those cold stairs.

The smell of medicine.

That white light at the doctor’s office.

The doctor’s voice asking about your week.

That awful nurse you hated so much.

The food, oh the food.

Those bits of air you got every once in a while.

The pain…

(Y/N) sat up in bed, sweating, panting heavily. She had had another flashback. But why? She was supposed to have forgotten everything about that mental hospital she was in, about her pain – the one that got her there in the first place – she was supposed to forget it all and never ever remember it back.

John appeared at the door. “Are you all right?” He asked softly.

“Yes, yes, why are you up so late?” She asked, noticing the cup of tea on his hand.

“You’ve been very loud tonight.” He explained sheepishly. (Y/N) looked down shyly.

“I’m sorry, I just… I had a nightmare, it’s all.” She said.

“That didn’t sound like a nightmare at all.” John insisted. He walked closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, right in front of her and handing her the cup of tea.

“I don’t…”

“It’s yours.” John insisted, “I drank mine five minutes ago.” (Y/N) nodded and took the cup, taking a sip from it before John continued. The warmth of the tea made her feel better, as well as the attention John was giving her. “So, what was it?”

“Remember I told you about the… Mental hospital I was in?” She struggled to say. It was as if saying it out loud made it worse. John nodded. “I thought I had blocked it from my mind but… Apparently it’s there.”

“What do you mean?” John inquired, putting a hand over her blanket-covered leg.

“I’ve been having flashbacks lately… They started a week ago and now I can’t even sleep because every time I close my eyes for more than two seconds it all comes back…” Her voice had become lower and lower until it was merely a whisper. “It’s like I was dragged back to it… I can’t… I…” Tears started dripping from her eyes. John cupped her cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

“Hey, hey,” he called, “I’m here… I’m here.” He moved closer, sitting by her side and pulling her into a warm embrace.

“I don’t know what to do… I thought they would go away eventually but…” She sniffed, not needing to say more because John knew it.

“It’s normal.” He said, “I had flashbacks all the time after the war… You just have to find something else to keep your mind busy.”

“Like solving crimes?” She joked and John laughed lightly.

“Like solving crimes.” She left the cup at her night table and nuzzled closer to John. The ex-military held her tightly against his chest, making sure to breathe slowly because, for some reason, that’s what people did to calm the others. (Y/N) couldn’t stop crying, and even when John felt her tears wetting his shirt, he didn’t pull away.

“Can you stay with me tonight?” She inquired in such a low volume John thought he had imagined it.

“Of course.” He said, “I’ll stay with you for as long as you need.”

“Thanks, John.” She pecked his cheek shyly and John replied by kissing her forehead.

They shifted a little so they were both under the covers, with John holding her like one holds a tiny piece of paper during a windy day. She was fragile, vulnerable at that moment, and he’d be damned if he didn’t do anything about it.

Of course, (Y/N) woke up a few more times during the night, but she would wake up to a John ready to calm her down, to talk to her until she drifted once more to sleep. She felt a bit guilty for not letting him rest without knowing that his love for her made it possible for him to spend a sleepless night and still feel great the next morning – mostly because he had spent the night by her side.

And when things got rough and her pain was too much to bear, John was there, ready to drop the case just to go back to her and drag her away from the memories. John was her rock, her saviour and not even Sherlock could argue with that.

*Requests are ALWAYS open.*


John Tags: @martinfreemanisababe

I couldn’t lose you before saying I love you (Tony Stark x Reader)

Anonymous requested:

Hey! Can I request something with tony? where reader is tonys daughter and they never had a good relationship and she was mainly raised by nannys and she never called him dad because of that.(because he was always so busy and he didn’t know how to be a good dad?). but when tony gets kidnapped (the first movie?) she is really scared to lose her father? you can take it from here. thank you!

  • Words: 2.264
  • Pairing: Tony Stark x Stark! Reader
  • Warnings: Swearing, non-romantic relationship.
  • Author notes: As usual (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name. The paragraphs in italics are a flashback.

“Ms. (Y/N), your father, Mr. Stark, is requesting your presence in the living room” Jarvis said “He has a flight in a few hours and he’d love to say goodbye to you”
“Is it completely necessary?” You asked with a pout “Please tell me it isn’t”
“As a merely voice assistant and artificial intelligence, I suggest you to go” He kindly replied “You never know when it can be the last time you see him” He paused a few seconds before speaking again “He is your dad after all”
“I guess you’re right buddy… again” You sighed tiredly and walked down to the living room.
Your nana, who was outside your room carrying a big pack of folded shirts and t-shirts, property of your famous and reckless dad, tenderly greeted you with a loud kiss on your cheek. She never failed on making you smile. He was never a dad to you, not even a friend; he was more of a fancy roommate that would eventually take you on vacations and more or less friendly dinners that somehow ended up in you going back home with Happy, and Tony leaving with some female he hit on.
The only people that were more likely to stay as regular characters in your life were Pepper Potts, his longtime assistant, Happy Hogan, his driver, Jarvis, the artificial intelligence system he had been developing during the last years and the nanny he hired since your arrival to his life. Tony was never there and nothing assures you that he was there when you were even conceived.
You went down the ridiculously large staircase and you found Tony saying his goodbyes to Pepper. She was fixing his tie; she looked like his always worried girlfriend, and somewhere deep inside you, you wanted him to be with her, that way he could at least be a responsible person and hopefully one day a responsible father. Happy Hogan was taking the large amount of bags to the car. Tony walked to you and placed his big hands on your shoulders and shook you a little.
“Weren’t you gonna say goodbye to your old man?” He smiled widely as you stepped closer to him.
“Tony, the only old man I had was my mom and I said goodbye to her a while ago” You replied coldly, watching as his smile slowly faded “You’re just Tony to me”
“When are you going to call me dad?” His lips pursed to the side trying to hide how sad he felt now “I am your dad, like it or not”
“When you act like one, I might consider calling you like that. For now I’m just going to complain that I have to be living with you, Tony”
“Fine, do as you please” He let go of you and turned around “Pepper is going to stay with you, and Happy will come and check on you two. Expect Rhodes to come around too”
“Yeah, cause Happy has a family to take care of” You shot back, watching him leaving through the door.
You bit the inside of your lower lip as frustrated tears filled your eyes. He turned around before closing the door in front of you but you were already rushing up the stairs back to your bedroom. Your nana knocked the door and came inside. The old lady sat next to you while you cried your heart out and she started to sweetly caress your back, just like your mom would have done a long ago. Sometimes it felt like she had passed just a few days ago, but others, it felt like it was an eternity. Her soft hand soothed you until the tears stopped rolling down your cheeks and your breath went back to its normal pace. You needed a good cry and you had just had it.
“You know he loves you, right?” She asked “He’s just having troubles with the whole parenting thing… He never had a good example; the story between him and his dad is not especially a happy one, and they both died when he was young” Her hand now was caressing your hair softly “People say that there’s like a parenting instinct, but that’s just some plain bullshit…” You felt how she giggled at the bad word she just said “There’s no book, no manual, no nothing that can tell you what to do, and the books you see out there are not true” You kept your head buried in your fluffy pillow as she spoke “Tony just needs a little more time, and you need to give in as well” She concluded “You’re making his life a living hell with your attitude… In a way, you’re just like him”
“Give in, Gina?” You turned your head to her “I need to give in?” Your jaw trembled in anger “Why? Because if I remember well, he was the one who walked out on me before I was even born; he was the only dad that didn’t go to any of my presentations in school and if it wasn’t enough he was the dad who was clearly surprised to have a daughter. I have all the right to be angry as hell to him; I have all the right to call him Tony and to say nasty things to his face. The only dad I know was my mom and she died”
“You might regret what you’re saying, honey” She gave you a sad smile “Don’t be so harsh to him…” She sighed “Do you want me to bring you hot cocoa?” You nodded “It’ll be in a minute” Gina leaned to kiss your forehead before you rested your head again on the pillow again “Mr. Jarvis, please check that she doesn’t do anything stupid”
You still remember the day your mom broke it down to you. She was lying on a hospital bed connected to different machines and stuff to keep her alive. She waited for her last days to tell you that your dad was a famous man and that you had to go with him because there was no way she could make it alive. She handed you an envelope with all the things you should know about your father. Anthony Stark, the brilliant son of the even more brilliant Howard Stark, who lived in California and was the owner of one of the greatest enterprises of weapon development the world had ever seen.
Your mom didn’t let you stay with her when she was disconnected; she ordered you to go and find him and live with him because it was your right. You called his assistant first, Pepper, and she conceded you a meeting with her. She was shocked by how much you looked like him and how you had some features from him.
“It’s not like I don’t trust you (Y/N)” The blonde woman said “But I will need to make a DNA and everything…” She ran her long and pale hands through her hair and then she rubbed her forehead as she was in big trouble
“If it makes you happy, I’m all for it” You shrugged, knowing that there wasn’t any other option than that.
“Look, I’m sure Tony- Mr. Stark” She corrected herself “doesn’t know a thing about the matter and it’s better if you could… I don’t know how to say it without sounding like a jerk, but if you could stay away from him for as long as the test is ready and we know the results of it”
“Miss Potts, I grew up without a dad” You said. For a 9 year old you were quite blunt and cold when it came to say delicate things “I lost my mom and I’m in a city I don’t really now and as if it wasn’t enough, I’m still nine years old. I’m running out of money and I don’t know what I’m going to do these days”
A few days after that conversation, and before your 10th birthday, you were knocking at the doors of the most amazing house you had ever seen in your life. You used to live in a very comfortable house; you had your own room and the things you needed for yourself, but that place was ridiculously big. The man inside was not inclined in having you there; he said you’d ruin his lifestyle
“And you are?” The man at the door said looking down at you “I don’t want any cookies if that’s what you’re trying to do”
“I’m your daughter, you douchebag” You rolled your eyes and showed him the DNA test. He laughed loudly for a few seconds, but when he saw your face not faltering and becoming even more serious he stopped “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), or (Y/N) Stark, it’s basically the same” Your mom had warned you in a little letter she left how despicable he was, and boy she was right.
“Tony Stark” He uttered, seemingly shocked about seeing you and the exams “So… How’s Claire?” He dared to ask about your mom. You were not sure if to say something nice or not, so you decided to close your eyes and let your brain speak.
“She died a few weeks ago…” You shrugged having flashbacks of her “She told me you were my father and I just came here because I have nowhere else to go”
“Uhh… Yeah, sure thing. Come inside”
During the first two years, he ignored you and hired a nanny for you. That was Gina, and she was the most precious thing this world had; she was like a second mom to you and apparently, that was the first “dad” thing Tony would do for you. The next few years as he developed Jarvis, he decided to include you more in his life, but just a little. He never had a good example in parenting anyway.
That morning you knew there was something strange. Gina was acting weirder than ever, more motherly and definitely more caring (like that was even possible). You had also seen Colonel Rhodes around the house and intruding into Tony’s office the days before that, but as much as you asked around for an explanation they would all give you no information at all, until about 4 pm, when a sound took you out of your thoughts and also from your music.
“Uhh… (Y/N)?” Pepper’s voice called you from outside the door. You barely heard her because of how high you had your music. She knocked repeatedly until you finally let her in. Her lower lip trembled and her eyes were swollen as if she had been crying for a while. It was definitely the first time you saw her like that.
“Hey Pep, what’s wrong?” You asked pausing the music and uncrossing your legs to help her sit next to you in the bed “Did something happen? Did Tony do something to you?” You ran your fingers through her golden hair “Cause if he did I’m gonna kick his ass” Apparently the mention of his name triggered something in Tony’s assistant “Pep?”
“Your dad didn’t do anything to me…” She sighed, trying to keep herself together but miserably failing at it “He is…”
“He’s in trouble right?” You ask, nodding your head almost to yourself “He’s in some big ass trouble” It was not a question anymore “He did some fucked up shit and now he needs help” You said almost to yourself “What the fuck happened?” You were starting to get impatient “Pepper, you either tell me or I swear to God-”
He was kidnapped” She mumbled in between some loud sobs. You couldn’t really understand so you just grabbed her from her shoulders and shook her slightly.
“Pepper for god’s sake!” You said almost in a yell “Get your shit together and just tell me what the fuck happened to Tony!”
“You remember…?” She sobbed “He went to Afghanistan just a few weeks ago…?”
“Yeah, I do… We weren’t in good terms before he left… We weren’t in good terms at all”
“Well, he was kidnapped and we still can’t find him, there’s a slight chance he might be dead”
“How slight?” You asked, fearing the worst. You didn’t hate the man; he was your dad after all “It’s not that slight, right?” You answered to your own question “Ok, let’s get going; you and I have work to do, Pepper”

You slept almost half of the way to the airport. You were in the back seat because Pepper claimed it first. Knowing Tony was alive had cheered her up instantly and she acted like a little kid. She was extremely nervous, almost unbearable, but luckily, Happy was there to help you out with her extreme mood. From the plane a man came down first. That was Rhodes.
“I’m glad you came” He kissed your forehead “He’s not expecting you here so… it’ll be a nice surprise” You smiled nervously and nodded.
Pepper was standing next to you, holding your hand tightly as another man walked down the staircase. That was Tony. Your heart jumped inside your chest. You skipped all protocols and ran all the way to him. You held tight to his torso, wishing he could forgive you for all those years of making his life a living hell. He almost falls on the steps but managed to keep balance and hug you as tight as his arms possibly could.
“I love you dad” You cried on his chest.
Neither of you needed to say anything else. It was all left behind.

[Flashback] Hope in November

The length of a week is relative. It can pass you by so quickly that you’re sure you didn’t blink, and make you feel your age creeping up on you. It can drag its way through your awareness, like swimming through molasses; you retain every arduous second of its monotony. Sometimes you feel a combination of the two. You feel as though no time has passed, but you look back to the beginning of the week, and it feels like a year ago. Bobbi felt the latter. It was the chaos of it all. She had no sense of time. Well, she had some sense of time. She knew that it took about thirteen and a half hours to get from Manhattan Island to Rome, GA. She wasn’t sure how that length of time would be affected by lack of traffic, but the probable pileup of cars trying to get out of the city.

As she filled a backpack with supplies she considered the other variables. It had started here. It was foolish to think it would not have spread, but it would hit large population centres before it hit Floyd County. It may have arrived, but it likely was not yet as dire as things were here. Or at least that’s what she hoped.

She didn’t know Avengers Tower so well as others might, but she knew where the cars lived: basement level. She weighed up the pros and cons of what she might find down there. There wasn’t much protection on a motorbike but she would be able to weave around obstacles. It might be the better choice.

Did she feel bad running out now? Yes, she was needed. But she was needed in Georgia too. Well, she needed to know if she was needed, and she wouldn’t be easy here until she knew that for sure. She knelt to tie the lace on her boot, her bag of supplies still open beside her. She needed a shower, she needed to eat, but she had already wasted so much time. The sleep that she needed was far, far, far from her mind.

Hope - Chapter 9

Universe: Supernatural, season 12

Genre: canon divergence

Characters: Wren Krieger (OC), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Castiel, Robin Krieger, Phoebe Cleary

Summary: Wren Krieger was saved by the Winchester brothers two years ago. They took her in and she now hunts with them. However, Wren has fled the bunker which leaves the Winchesters scrambling trying to find her.

Word count: 4,031

Warnings: Minor spoilers are possible

A/N: Events are starting to get a little more exciting. Things will definitely pick up next chapter. Italicized text is from Wren’s flashback/nightmare * I rushed the edit on this chapter since this is posting so late. We’re almost back on the normal schedule. I will try to do better next week.

Hope Masterlist

Previously:  Wren felt like crying. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve the Winchesters, but she was going to spend the rest of her life making this up to them. Feeling better after talking to Dean, she opened the rest of messages. Sam’s message was almost the same as Dean’s without the caps lock and less demanding but the core of the message remained the same. Mary’s messages were encouraging and  improved her mood more giving her hope. She replied to Sam, Mary and Cas letting them know that she had been in contact with Dean and advised them of the plans for the meet up in the morning. She set the alarm on her phone. She definitely didn’t want to oversleep. She slipped the phone back in her bag and got into the bed. She knew that this room was going to give her nightmares probably about gardening in hell or being stuck at her grandmother’s house. ‘Her damn waffles had better be good.’

Spring Break, March 2011

 Wren figured she had been at the party for a couple of hours. She didn’t really even know too many people there. It was just an excuse to stay out of the house and away from her parents. She hated coming home during break. The constant questions about school from her parents were driving her mad. Not questions about her classes or grades, they really didn’t care to hear the details about that. They asked questions about who was IN her classes or with whom she was spending her time outside of classes. Questions as to why she hadn’t rushed as her mother’s sorority, she was a legacy after all. Questions as to why she couldn’t more like Lark, but Wren couldn’t that against her twin sister, Lark. Wren knew it wasn’t Lark’s fault. No, the blame was solely hers.


She was too different from the rest of the Kriegers. She didn’t want climb the social ladder. She didn’t care who her friends’ parents were or what they did for a living. They were her friends and that’s all that mattered to her. She would never come back to even visit her parents at all if Lark hadn’t begged her to do so. Wren would have done anything for her sister.

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140 Christmases

My secret santa fic swap for @unclesteeb who sent in too many good prompts to leave undone. I hope you like it, friend!

Prompt: The ot3 stuck in a blizzard on Christmas + Who gets to kiss Sam first under the mistletoe?

“A quinjet?” Steve strode into the kitchen and cupped his hand over his ear, speaking into the com. “No. I don’t think that’s necessary.”

In the small living space behind Steve, Sam and Bucky argued over how to tear down the transmitter and equipment. Sam had, evidently, tried to pack up the cord without winding it properly, and Bucky was giving him shit.

“I know, and it’s up to three feet of snow out there,” Steve said. “… Tomorrow’s Christmas… but I think we’re gonna stay. Yeah, we got what we needed here. Sam’s uploading it now. …. No problem. Merry Christmas, Natasha.”

Steve ended the call and took the comlink out of his ear. He smiled as he set it down on the counter. No coms, at least for tonight. It’s Christmas, after all. From the window over the sink, Steve watched as the snow fell in huge, chunky snowflakes poured out of buckets.

“It’s not rocket science, Wilson,” Bucky snapped at Sam. “Just roll up the cord and wrap it. No tangled mess to clean up later.”

“Oh, gee, I’m sorry, Grampa. I didn’t realize technology was so confusing for you.”

Steve settled himself on the couch and let out a yawn. He’d had worse Christmases, he supposed.

“Y’know what, Wilson–”

Sam launched a pillow at Bucky and hit him square in the face.

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NCBD: Van Helsing vs. the Mummy of Amun-Ra #5

Well, not so much new comic book day as it is kinda-oldish-now comic book day, but hey – here we are.

I missed this a few weeks ago in all of the Continuity Entertainment action! VAN HELSING VS. THE MUMMY OF AMUN-RA #5 is in stores now. This is the penultimate issue of the series and has terrific artwork by Marc Rosete & Wp Walter Colorist on the main story, Roberta Ingranata & Fran Gamboa on the flashbacks, and Jim Campbell on letters.

It’s full of vampires, explosions, gadgets, and features two brilliant women, one good and one evil, fighting against each other with everything at stake. Also, there’s a vampire who looks quite a lot like Samira Wiley within, mostly because I miss Orange is the New Black’s Poussey Washington very badly.

Emotions (One Shot #5)

Harry Styles One Shot

Fight Me Series (Sequel to The Boxer)

For previous One Shots

NOTE: All of this is completely fictional. The male lead is only being used for physical appearance.

Anger and annoyance burned right through you as you waited for Harry to come home. You were tired and the baby was kicking like crazy and all you wanted to do is cuddle up and sob to your husband. 

As usual though he was at a match and you were left at home with Sawyer. Even your body guard was annoying you as he hummed along to whatever song he was enjoying. 

Harry had been home less and less after your small little vacation a few weeks ago and you missed him. You two barely spoke anymore and it was putting a strain on you.

The last time you could remember having a conversation with him was the other day when you had discovered the gender of your baby. 


“Would you like to know what you are having?” The doctor asked as he stared at the both of you with kind aged eyes. 

You had both nodded and the doctor smiled widely and moved the wand around your tummy. 

“Well I am pleased to inform you that it is a little girl.” You grinned widely and began to cry as Harry’s arms held you close to him as he muttered how happy he was. 

“We’re going to be having a little girl.” He whispered into your ears and you choked out a sob as you nodded your head. 

You felt his lips press up against your forehead as the doctor left the room to give the both of you a moment of privacy. 

“A little girl.” He repeated.

~End Flashback~

You didn’t know anything anymore and everything you heard was from pressing your ears up to the doors while Sawyer and him spoke. He was keeping bits of his past covered from you and it hurt.

Things were still the same as the mystery group was still sending gifts and letters twice a day everyday. 

The lack of communication added to your bundle of emotions because communication was something you valued highly and Harry knew that, though he chose to keep you in the dark. 

It was one thing to protect you, but it was another to shut you out.  

You placed your hands up to your temples to rub away the migraine that was edging its way into your head. You took the seat at the dining room table. You took a glance at the clock on the wall and saw that it was close to midnight. 

You felt tears well in your eyes as you laid your head on arms. The cool wood felt nice from under your hands as they rest limp on the surface. 

Today your emotions were all over the place and you could help but blame the growing child that was taking up space in your belly for a while longer. 

When you had gotten pregnant the doctor had said that your emotions would be tested through the duration of your pregnancy and that there would be days where they would be heavy and days where they would be light. 

Today was one of the days where they were heavy. 

You got up from your seat and walked up the stairs, going straight to yours and Harry’s bedroom. You weren’t going to wait up for him any longer. You were too tired anyways and the longer you waited the more your bad mood festered. 

As you laid down and closed your eyes you could hear the sound of the car pulling up and then the front door opening. 

You could faintly make out both Harry’s and Sawyer’s voices as you laid still in bed. You also heard the door close and then Harry’s boot clad feet making their way up the stairs towards you. 

The door clicked open and he sighed at the sight of you all bundled up in blankets. You could hear him undressing and his arms came around you as he slid under the covers and held you close to him. 

The feel of his hands on your body annoyed you further so you wiggled out of them and pulled the covers tighter around your body and kept to yourself. 

“Baby,” he whispered and once again his arms came to rest around you. He smelled of cheap booze and ever cheaper perfume which made your stomach crawl. 

You didn’t even know where he had been since he hadn’t bothered to call or send even a measly text informing you that he was safe and in one damn piece. 

You turned around and looked at his face; there were no bruises but the faint coloring of pink lipstick lined his jaw and you felt pain course through you. 

“Let go of me.” You gritted out and tried to wiggle from his grasp but he only held on tighter. He pushed the hair that was in your face away and a part of you melted as his hands came to cup your face. You shook off the feeling as the pink lipstick became more prominent as you went closer to his face.

“What’s wrong?” Those two words made you lose it as you began to cry and let all of your frustrations out. You were crying over everything. 

“We don’t talk anymore. You’re too caught up in the season or with dealing with the threats. I am just so sick and tired of not having anyone to talk to anymore. You’ve shut me out Harry. It is always come and go and I don’t know where I fit into that.” 

He looked floored with what you were saying but you continued on. 

“It isn’t like it used to be, just being able to come and go. We used to talk back then but you’re keeping things from me. Your past and the people that come along with it. I can’t take that anymore.” You were no longer angry just hurt. 

“We’re married and expecting Harry. I don’t know if I can just stay at home and be left in the dark. I mean look at you, smelling of booze and there’s fucking lipstick on your face.” You finished off and got out of his arms, standing up. Your head was pounding and the baby was using your belly as a soccer ball and you were just tired. 

“Nothing happened I promise! I’ll explain.” You waved his voice off and walked over to your dresser. 

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care anymore Harry. I need to be by myself.” You said as you began to get dressed into some comfortable clothing, ridding yourself of your pajamas. Harry quickly jumped up and tried to grab your hand but the look you gave him stopped his arm midway. 

“What do you mean you need to be by yourself?” He questioned quickly as you walked out of the room and slowly down the stairs. 

“I just need time to calm down and think things through.” You stated as calmly as possible but Harry wasn’t having any of it. Your protective boxer through himself in front of you, effectively stopping you in your tracks. 

“We need to talk things out. You aren’t leaving upset, neither of you are.” He placed one hand on your check and the other on your tummy as he pressed his forehead against yours.  

“I don’t want to talk, I want to be alone.” A few tears slipped out from your eyes and you looked away from him. 

“Just leave me alone tonight.” He let you go and you picked up your keys. 

“Where are you going?” He croaked out and it broke your heart to hear the sound.  You rolled your eyes, whipping your cheeks before turning to face him one last time that night. 

“Away from here, I’ll be back tomorrow.” You shut the door quietly and continued on your way, away from Harry.


The smell of vanilla assaulted your nose as you walked through the door of your old apartment. You smiled slightly as you turned on the lights and the rush of good old memories came flooding back. 

It was smart of you to not sell your apartment but keep it and still come back every now and again. 

There were pieces of random furniture here and there from when you and Harry moved into the new house. You laughed as you saw the little trinkets you had to leave behind. 

Soon your laughter turned to tears as you poured your heart out right there in your bedroom doorway. 

You cried for the baby, for Harry, for yourself. In a very short time, your stable world was tossed in the air and suddenly everything didn’t feel very stable anymore. 

You didn’t know what to think about Harry and his lipstick tales, nor did you want to hear his explanation at this moment. You didn’t think he cheated, he loved you too much for that and you knew deep down he wouldn’t do that to you or the baby. It was more the fact that you just wanted to be alone for a short time. 

Ever since you left the house your phone had been alit with either phone calls or texts. 

You placed your phone on silent and got into your cold bed. It was different without Harry lying next to you and talking to the baby. It was different without having your reassurance next to you as you drifted off. 

The next morning you were ready to speak to him. The night was filled with kicks, tosses and turns, and loud sighs. 

You drove back home and when you walked through the door you were greeted by Harry sleeping on the couch. You walked over and shook him awake. 

Once he saw it was you he pulled you straight into his arms and you felt a few tears fall onto the skin of your neck. 

“I didn’t do anything! I didn’t cheat, I swear to you. I’ll explain everything to you.” 

“I know you didn’t.” You said to him and the both of you sat down as he told you what happened the previous night. 

He explained how after winning the fight Dax and Mitch wanted to take him out to a bar and how he declined. 

“The crowd was worse then usual last night, I’m glad I didn’t have you come. With it being close to finals the crowds are just becoming more and more aggressive. They want blood this year.” You nodded your head and he picked up your hand. 

“When I was walking out to get out of the place someone spilled their drink and some got one me, hence why I smelled like a fucking bar.” Your eyes widened as he cursed, a habit he was trying to break for your sake. 

“Some chick came at me and she attached herself to my damn neck and Dax got her off of me before I started to yell.” He kissed the back of your hand lightly before turning to look at you. 

“I would never cheat on you and I’m purposely keeping you in the dark. I am trying to keep things away from you and the baby. I don’t want them affecting you and if something happened because of what I told you I wouldn’t handle it. I am working very hard to keep you in the paradise I badly want to provide for you. Please let me do that.”

“I’m sorry I left last night, I just needed time to think.” He nodded and pressed your foreheads together. 

“If I promise to try and open up more I need you to promise me you won’t just leave like that again. I can’t lose you, not while they’re out there.”

“I promise. I went to my old apartment.” 

“I know, I had Sawyer watching.” He smiled lightly as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You said truthfully. 

“Are these emotions ever going to lighten up?” He asked innocently and you giggled and nodded your head. 

“Hopefully baby, hopefully.” 

It was true, your emotions controlled much what had transpired the night prior and it just showed how much they made you feel and how easily they could cloud your judgement and understanding. If you learned anything from them was that emotions were a scary thing, but they were always there.

A tad bit of a scare there! These two love each other more then anything else.

Here is the long awaited 5th installment of Fight Me, I hope you have enjoyed it. 


Please let me know your thoughts and request ideas! Send them in HERE.

As always, thank you for reading xx-Samantha 

30 Day OTP Challenge: exR - Day Four: Anniversary

Day One || Two  || Three 

On AO3

6th June 2012. 

The flashbacks started a few weeks ago and no matter how hard he tried, Grantaire couldn’t stop them. They had started as nothing more than the odd nightmare. A flash of gold; then a golden god talking fiercely about the future of Paris; next the harsh words exchanged between someone Grantaire used to be and this golden Apollo. 

He could deal with that. He could deal with the odd nightmare that left him breathless and craving wine when he woke up… even though he had never liked the taste of wine before. 

But then yesterday all that changed. He had been walking to class one moment, then he blinked and he was at a barricade. Men were running about on either side of him, calling for wood, furniture, anything to help build the barricade. 

See the people unite. Someone declared and Grantaire raised a bottle to his lips and retorted, I pray you’re right. 

He sauntered away and didn’t hear anything else but didn’t need to, for the scene around him was beginning to fade, turning to fog and blurring at the edges.

Then when he opened his eyes nurses and doctors were standing over him, checking his pulse and the monitor he was attached to. They told him that he had collapsed and hurt his head - that he had a concussion from banging it against the concrete sidewalk. 

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I Know (ReaderxTheo)

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Mention of blood

Requests Are: Open

Storyline: *In Photo* I changed it up just a bit but I hope it’s still okay

Y/N’s POV:

(Flashback) Sweat was falling down my face as I tossed and turned, it was a week before school started up again, I’m finally going to be a senior and I’ll finally get to go to places I’ve never been to. Just two and a half months ago I found out I was supernatural, I was something called a seer, kind of like a prophet or someone who can see into the future. I found out I was a seer when I had been asleep and dreamt of one of my very good friend Allison’s death, I saw a sword go through her body and these demons called an Oni pushing it into her, I asked my friend Scott if he could give me some advice and he introduced me to his boss Deaton who had told me I was a seer and that I could see the future but it only comes to me in my dreams, day dreams or when I’m asleep.

Tonight the dream I was having was about some robot looking beings walking in slowly with one human following them, I had been standing in a corner watching the entire scene play out, the three creepy looking robots injecting someone with some unknown liquid making the person gasp for air as if they were holding their breaths for a long time, seeing the whole thing play out I stepped back but felt someone behind me, just as I was about to turn to look at this person’s face my body jolted up and I woke up breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling in a fast pace, it took me about five minutes for me to calm down before I rubbed my face and shook my head hoping the dream wasn’t a prediction but only just a nightmare.(Flashback End)

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Y/N’s POV:

I walked up the steps to the entrance of the school before feeling a pair of hands covering my eyes and I inhaled the scent before smiling wide

“Nice try Stiles, but I know it’s you.” I replied before the hands uncovered my eyes and I smiled turning around to face my good friend Stiles and his girlfriend Malia whom he loved very much to what I had seen coming from the two.

“You aren’t even a wolf and yet you know it’s me.” Stiles said shaking his head making me laugh with a wide smile on my face.

“Hey, what if I told you that I saw that you were going to do that so thats why I knew it was you.” I said with a laugh before my eyes caught attention to a really nice car rolling in and stop at the front of the school drop off and out came a boy who looked up from the car and waved towards Stiles and… me?

“Stiles who is that?” I asked him and Stiles had a speechless expression on his face before he spoke five small words

“Theo Raeken, from fourth grade.” He said almost breathlessly and I turned back to look at the boy who was coming closer and I stepped back almost on instinct and shivered before swallowing the saliva that formed in my mouth and I also saw Scott McCall get off his motorcycle and make his way over quickly.

Not wanting to seem like an idiot I stepped up next to Stiles as Theo had stood in front of Stiles and he placed a charming smile on his face

“Nice to see you again Stiles.” Theo said and his eyes shifted to Malia before landing on mine and my fingers started to twitch, something I do when I’m nervous. Telling Stiles that I needed to go to my locker, I quickly left the group to go into the school and quickly find my locker number before shoving everything I didn’t need inside and made my way to my first class, AP Biology.

A little while through Biology I had stopped paying attention and I ended up day dreaming in the class, the scene in front of me consisted of exactly what I dreamt of just a week ago before school started only this time the subject being injected with the syringe was Hayden Romero, some sophomore I knew from soccer last school year.

I was pulled away from my day dream when Lydia snapped her fingers in my face and told me to pay attention, not wanting to continue the lecture I politely asked to use the restroom. Leaving the class and running to the girls restroom I splashed my face with water to keep me awake before going into a stall and taking my phone out of my pocket to text Hayden only when I did, my phone somehow just turned off by itself making me confused and I heard a pair of feet walking into the bathroom, I got out of the stall but came face to face with Theo Raeken and I jumped back 

“Th-This is the girls restroom.” I stuttered and kept my eyes on him as he too had kept his eyes on me

I know.” He replied in a monotone voice and I nodded my head slowly before rubbing my hands together to keep from letting my fingers twitch

“So you need to get out.” I replied with a little head nod and again Theo had just shrugged before replying with the same answer

I know.” He said again but this time was closer to me and had me cornered against the wall before he added

“I also know what you are, you aren’t human.” He said before I saw a syringe from his hand and the next thing I saw was total blackness.


My eyes opened up slowly and I looked up to see the place I’d been dreaming of for the past two weeks and I tried sitting up but my side gave me a quick and not so gentle pinch making me stop and hiss in horrid pain, looking around and seeing some sleeping bodies on tables I had shook my head reconsidering the fact I should have told Scott and the pack about my dream.

I laid back down on the floor slowly trying not to hurt myself when I heard footsteps cascade down the stairs where I could see a vivid shadow of the boy who kidnapped me before his face looked at me with a careless expression

“Your side hurt?” he asked with an amused eyebrow raise and I had looked at him trying not to cry and show him how scared I was

“Why did you take me.” I asked him wanting to get to the point and Theo crouched down to my level before pulling me up quickly causing me to cry out loudly in pain and tears brimmed my eyes

“I took you because I don’t want you telling Scott or his pack my plans.” Theo said before he held my hip and I shook my head not wanting to get hurt again but Theo had added pressure and I cried in pain again before I lifted my hand to smack him across his face and I breathed heavily

“Why is this happening.” I asked a little sternly before Theo had clicked his tongue and looked me in the eyes as he looked at the blood on his hand that came from my hip

“You see, I came here for a pack, Scott McCall has a pack, he’s the true alpha” he explained and I shook my head before I spat at him

“Scott will never let you into his pack.” I said before hearing a scoff from Theo before hearing his simple reply

I know” He said before continuing “That’s why I try to break it apart so that when Scott needs someone, I’ll be the only one he turns to, and when that happens, I take his alpha power for myself.” he said with a wink before standing up and walking back to the stairs without another word

In my mind, the only thing now that I want more than anything is hope. Hope that Scott will do the right thing.

A/N: How was this one? Was it too repetitive? Too forward with the plot? Give me some feedback


Yes I’m still alive, but I don’t feel very well…four weeks ago I bumped my head and incur a concussion and so I was put out of action for two weeks…on the top of this I catched a really bad cold after this. To put it in a nutshell: I’m feeling better, but I’m not fully healed yet!

After all my TMNT drawings, I wanted to draw Law again <3
Oh man since his flashback started in chapter 761 I’m so happy and full of feels. I love him since his first appearance in Sabaody Archipel and now it feels like I fall in love again with my favourite character <3 Hehe

To this, after the latest chapter 764, I also love Corazon this little klutz xD I still liked him after his first appearance, but now his on of my favourites >w< Sorry for mistakes but it’s the first time I drew Corazon and little Law >o<

One Piece, Trafalgar Law, Corazón or Don Quichotte Rosinante © Eiichiro Oda

Aaand My Hopefully-not-so-late Citrus Reactions Chapter 9 Part 1

…Who am I kidding this is pretty late but oooh well here it is anyway…! 

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So, the chapter’s called Love or Lie! Pretty clear what’s going to happen if you ask me…so lemme just say this beforehand:

GODAMMIT Mei you screwed up, didn’t you? ಠ_____ಠ 

Disclaimer: The following contains a long long LOOONG rant, read at your own risk!! 

Credits to Yuri Project for the amazing scans.

Images edited by me, if there’s any problem please write to me and I’ll take them down.


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Harry Styles Blurb: Love You Goodbye by One Direction

A/N: italics are flashbacks, also i rlly like this song so thank you anon for the request

One more taste of your lips just to bring me back / To the places we’ve been and the nights we’ve had / Because if this is it then at least we could end it right

You had broken up just one week ago. The break up was a toll on both you and Harry and everyone could tell because you two were very much in love with each other right before it all went crumbling down. Words were venomously spoken without meaning, voices raising higher and higher and items being thrown against walls with such force that the inanimate objects suddenly seemed very animate. Harry had let out a series of curses and aimed some specifically to you. He was stressed. You were tired. You both were overreacting. 

You had left that night in a hurry and didn’t pack any of your things from your shared flat so a week later, after you had enough of wearing your friends clothes that was one size too small, you ventured back in when you were certain Harry wouldn’t be home. 

You fetched out your key and upon opening the door you were met with half eaten take out containers on the coffee table, multiple duvets thrown messily over the sofa, one of your t-shirts and your pillow amongst the pile. The photo frame of you with Harry’s family at Christmas that had shattered on the floor was cleaned up and put back in it’s usual spot like the fight had never happened. 

Your heart felt heavy at the sight but you tried not to let it get to you as you made your way to your shared bedroom. You wasted no time in throwing your clothes into a suitcase to prevent seeing Harry otherwise you were certain you would have a break down. As you walked into the room you were enveloped in Harry’s scent and you could feel yourself tearing up because you would never smell that scent again. 

“Babe, look at me!” Harry said placing one of your lacy bra’s over his chest and striking a pose. 

“Beautiful Harry,” you laughed as you tried to pry it out of his hands. He simply held it above his head so you couldn’t reach with an accomplished smile. 

“Can I please have it back. It’s the most expensive one I have and I don’t want to ruin it,” you said. 

“Gimme a kiss then.” Harry replied and without hesitation you got on your tiptoes to reach his lips for a quick peck, but Harry had other things on his mind as he wrapped his arms around your figure and pulled to close to his chest. You pulled back and made a face and Harry kissed your nose. 

You carelessly threw that bra in your bag, not sparing a second glance at it and continued packing. You were almost done with your clothes, just shoes left from downstairs. You struggled as you dragged the bag down the stairs with heavy thuds, you could feel yourself growing weaker. This was really it. 

I’m sleepy.” Harry complained almost immediately as he walked through the door of your flat. He quickly shrugged off his coat and dropped it on the table and slipped off his boots. 

“And I’m Y/N.” You smirked from the floor with your laptop on the coffee table and various sheets spread out around it. Harry snuck a glance at you and smiled to himself. You were wearing one of Harry’s old t-shirts and your cotton shorts that were very short, but he wasn’t complaining.

“I’m definitely rubbing off on you babe.” Harry grinned victoriously, showing you his dimples, as he dropped himself on the floor beside you and threw his head back to rest on the sofa. His hands draped over his eyes and he let out a long sigh. 

“You definitely are.” You said suggestively, referring to something he most definitely rubs, and Harry quickly lifted his head to look at your cheeky smile. His eyes widened at your three worded statement and he was left dumbfounded as you burst into laughter. 

“What has gotten into you today?” Harry chuckled, nudging your shoulder with his. 

“I don’t know. You tell me.” You smirked, sitting on Harry’s lap, straddling him and twirling the loose pieces of hair by the base of his neck that was falling out of his makeshift bun. Harry placed his hands on your bare thighs and shut his eyes, enjoying your sudden eagerness. Your face was merely an inch away from Harry’s when he glanced up at you and you closed the distance. Your lips met Harry’s hurriedly and he placed his hands on your hips now to keep you in place. You pulled back and started trailing soft kisses down his jaw because you knew it drove him crazy. A moan left Harry’s lips as you sucked on his neck and you could feel a growing tent in his pants against your thigh.

You were done with all your packing and sitting on the floor beside the sofa, memorising the place one last time before you left when you heard the doorknob rattle. 

“Oh fuck.” You said standing up quickly. 

The door opened and you saw Harry for the first time in a week. You had thought your heart felt heavy as you entered the flat but nothing compared to the heart wrenching feeling you felt right now. His posture showed how worn out he must’ve felt. He turned around and looked right at you. 

“Y/N?” He questioned, not believing you were standing in front of him. You took this time to notice how worn out he looked. His bright green eyes were now dull and his eye bags were much more prominent than the last time you had seen him. His face looked pale and he had stubble across his chin and jaw. 

“Hi Harry.” You waved awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of your friends off the shoulder top which you regretting wearing today. 

“You look great.” Harry said genuinely but you snorted because the breakup had not treated you well. 

“I was just leaving.” You said stepping closer to Harry making him feel like you were going to do something completely out of the blue like kiss him but you just put your flat key in his palm and closed his fingers around it. You then grabbed your bag and started rolling it to the door. 

“Y/N wait.” Harry said, but then stopped immediately. He had no idea what he was going to say, he just wanted to look at you longer. “Maybe you should stay.” 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Harry.” You said. 

“Just for a while. I’ll make you a cup of tea. Lots of milk and two sugars, just how you like it.” Harry said, running his hands through his greasy hair, desperately trying to get you to stay. 

“I don’t know.” You said with uncertainty. 

“Please.” He said and that was all it took. You nodded and sat down on the sofa. 

Harry you’re going to burn it.” You warned from the door of the kitchen

“I’m not. Stop saying that Y/N.” Harry said, wiping his hands on his apron after rinsing his hands. He then turned to the pot with pasta in it, giving it a stir followed by the stirring of the sauce that was simmering in another saucepan. 

After watching him attempt to cook you got bored so you went over to the sofa and turned on the T.V, putting on a re-run of one of your favourite shows. Harry joined you after a few minutes and sat down next to you, instinctively placing his arm around your shoulder. “Food is done, shall I start plating up?” Harry asked. 

“We should wait for it to cool down a little.” You suggested and he nodded. 

A few minutes later, you began to smell something awful and immediately you looked at Harry who was already looking back at you with a grimace. He quickly jumped up and jogged to the kitchen where the pasta was slowly, but surely burning. 

“I must’ve drained the water and forgotten to turn off the stove.” Harry said, smacking his head lightly. 

“How do you forget to turn the stove off?” You questioned, walking up to the pot where all the pasta had stuck to the sides and showed no signs of coming off. 

Harry sighed and began putting away the plates, clearly upset that your meal was now ruined. 

“Baby, don’t worry about it. We can always order out.” You said and he nodded. 

“I just wanted to do something nice for you.” Harry said with a frown. 

“You being here with me is something nice.” You said wrapping your arms around his waist with his back pressed against your chest. 

You had long finished your tea and the sun had set but you were still sitting on the sofa with Harry beside you. You thought that now was better than ever to leave so you got up and started walking towards the door but Harry acted quickly. He knew his words wouldn’t suffice so he used his actions. He caught up to you, turned you around then pinned you against the door, placing his lips on yours. You were stunned but melted into the kiss and returned it just as eagerly. 

Harry pulled back, “Please, stay the night. One last night.” He said.

You agreed. 

But after a night between the sheets, you knew it was unhealthy to continue this way. So you left in the early hours of the morning when the light barely shone through the curtains. Before you left you walked over to Harry and pushed his hair back, running your hands against his cheek, memorising every inch of his face.  

“Bye Harry.” You whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his face before you left without another word. 

Not a Thursday but have a flashback anyways ‘cause I have nothing complete to post. I started watching HQ a week or two ago so expect some stuff soon B))

This was my first MiyuSawa and first daiya fanart in general♡ And I still have like a handful of miyusawas to finish haha;;; I have still yet to catch up with the new episodes - I’m pretty behind now because of exams :“D

Please do not copy, trace, modify, steal, etc. Shares are most appreciated!☆

Knee-Jerk Review: 5.12 Souls of the Departed

Trying something new for post episode meta just a quick initial reaction review. For new followers I ship CS, I am Regina neutral-ish and I LOVE to hate Rumple. Neal gets no love in this. Any really anti stuff will be tagged. 

Full disclosure I spoiled myself for this one by reading a write up by someone that saw a screener. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it much because of that read through but I actually found myself really digging it. As a 100th episode it had lots of cameos but didn’t feel overly forced or even smaltzy which I actually liked. Maybe for 200 they can do a musical episode though? 

We opened with Neal and the bug. I loved the scenery for that shot and the vividness of the colors and the return of the Swanfire theme got me a little nostalgic; mostly because it’s a beautiful piece of music. I am still not on board with Neal continually coming out of things smelling like a rose though. I don’t need an argument or recriminations I just want them to be real about what Emma and Neal were at the end. But I guess nobody speaks ill of the dead….except me….

Neal (on screen): I don’t have unfinished business
Me (in my PJs on my couch surrounded by people): Because you had no real life goals and a lack of moral compass and thus no regrets?
Neal: I’m happy where I am.
Me: With Tamara the woman you were engaged too and in love with or…? 
Neal: How is our son?
Me (whispering): Did you forget his name?

Literally these were the words that came out of my mouth. But I get it Neal is dead and his character is really only there for the warning. Which gave me pause. Who sent him? How does he know to warn her? Favorite part was the big red sign that said “Revelation” right over the bug. Subtle.  

Emma wakes up in the boat and tells not a soul about her revelation. Methinks her walls have rebuilt themselves a bit. 

Gotta love that the show doesn’t even bother to explain the “why” of the Underworld looking like Storybrooke. Rumple just Jedi mind tricks them into asking another question which he also kind of sidesteps. I think Adam and Eddy wishes we could be so easily put off. I found it interesting that Rumple said “this” Underworld because it implies others. Not that I think they will address that. It’s just an interesting word choice to me. Also Rumple’s snark was on point this episode. It’s good to have you back Rumple! I missed you! 

Quick everyone split up because we haven’t seen a single horror movie ever. And seeing obvious henchman leads us to the flashback! (sidenote you think Regina remembers killing him?) 

Random Question: What does Snow White smell like that’s so distinctive? Bird poop probably…

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