he still helped him up like it was nothing

sad kent parson time kiddies

tw: abuse, happy ending though dw


- kent can’t figure out how new friends and new hockey fixed up jack after The Incident 
- because new friends and new hockey didn’t help him
- jack can’t figure out why kent seems to still be struggling
- they bonded over being closeted and having, at the time, what they called shit fathers
- jack always talked about the pressure from bad bob
- kent never talked about why he didn’t like his own dad
- his dad abused him
- mainly rib and thigh punches
- places where they could be mistaken for hockey
- thats why kent liked hockey so much to begin with
- it helped him hide
- and, to him, it felt like it made him stronger
- nothing about his dad really ever surfaces now
- he plays hockey more for the joy it gives him and because he is good
- he doesn’t really understand that the second he is off the ice the feeling he is feeling is depression and anxiety and a little bit of ptsd 
- anyways, so as far as kent is concerned, he’s doing fine
- then they play the falconers 
- kent doesn’t want to be, but he is jealous of jack
- he thinks its more because of the bittle kid
- it doesn’t occur to him that he’s jealous because jack is happy
- so he’s already on edge all game
- then there’s a fight
- and suddenly a booming voice is calling him a rat
- and he’s flashed back to his dad breaking three of his ribs, calling him a useless rat
- and kent can’t breath
- he stays on the ice
- the falconers win
- the aces can tell something is up with their captain
- they think he’s just annoyed about the loss


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Being Clumsy Is Okay || Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: Hey!! :))) Can I request one where the reader has a big crush on newt, but thinks that he doesn’t like her because their very clumsy, so one day she gets hurt pretty badly (like nothing too serious but it still needs medical attention- like a broken arm) and she tries to hide it from him and ends up having to sit through an awkward dinner with him and the squad before being able to ask Tina for help, and Newt gets worried because he sees how she tears up while picking up a bowl? Thanks

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You were walking through the house, making your way to dinner when you tripped.. again.. however this time you landed hard on your arm, and you felt an intense pain. However you didn’t wanna call attention to yourself. After all you were always falling or dropping things or numbing into doors and tables.. those were probably all traits that Newt wouldn’t like, you got quite embarrassed when tripping in front of him, trying not to be a total klutz. This time, even though your arm hurt very badly, you’d have to make it through a dinner with him and the group before you could go find Tina for help. So you slowly made your way to the table, forcing a soft smile on your face when you saw Newt.
“Good e-evening Y/N, how are y-you?” He questioned, starting to put food on his plate. As the others greeted you as well.
“I’m doing alright, how are you Newt?” You sat down carefully, making sure not to touch your arm too much.
“I’m doing q-quite fine, thank you.” He gave you a smile before going back to eating. You reached to pick up the bowl of food wincing in pain, but still continuing so Newt or anyone else wouldn’t suspect anything. Your eyes held tears in them before you finally let go of the bowl, wondering why you even did that. The dinner was over rather quickly, the main speaking going on between Queenie and Jacob, and you finally excused yourself, hurrying off to find Tina who had left a bit earlier.
“Tina…” you spoke walking into her room.
“Hold on real quick Y/N, just let me finish showering.” She called from the bathroom in her room, so you sat down on the floor, cradling your arm.
“Y/N?” A voice above you spoke and you looked up in surprise to see Newt, hitting your head in the process.
“Oh gosh, are y-you ok?” Newt leaned down and looked over your head. However he touched your arm in the process, making you let out a loud hiss.
“W-what? Why d-didn’t you tell me your arm hurt?” He asked worriedly, taking you and setting you on Tina’s bed.
“Y-you’re lucky it’s n-not worse.. but w-why didn’t you want t-to tell me?” Newt was now pulling out his wand to begin healing your arm.
“I was scared.. that you wouldn’t like me.. because I’m so clumsy and just fall and trip all the time.” You looked away embarrassed before yelling in pain when he prodded your arm to see how badly it was broken.
“Oh love, I wouldn’t stop liking you, in fact I f-find it rather c-cute… well except when y-you get hurt.” Newt explained, smiling slightly at you with a blush before starting to heal your arm.
“R-really?” Your own face flushed, and you couldn’t help but smile through the pain.
“Yes really Y-Y/N, I really l-like you.. like a-a lot..” he spoke, looking at you before glancing away.
“Oh Newt I like you a lot as well.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek before letting him finish the spell.
“Ah this is much better than having it broken.” You sighed in relief, smiling at Newt. That was when you heard the door open.
“Your arm was broken through dinner and you didn’t say anything?!” Tina’s voice carried loudly, causing you to awkwardly laugh.

I’m having trans Keith thoughts that are also kinda sheith. Also most of these are based off of trans men having periods and my own feelings and things I want when I’m on my period. Having periods is rough enough but when you’re a trans guy, the anxiety and self hatred goes up a lot so I had to write these to make me feel a little better.

Shiro using his galra tech hand to help soothe Keith’s period cramps by hearing it up slightly.

Keith sobbing from dysphoria and Shiro just telling Keith all the things he loves about him. Basically sheltering Keith and giving him nothing but positive thoughts and hugs.

Keith sneaking to Shiro’s room while at the garrison to pick up pads since Shiro buys them when he goes shopping.

Shiro still being understanding and/or enthusiastic about going down on Keith during his period to help the pain or the intensity. (Having sex can help periods. I know it’s crazy.)

Shiro letting Keith op out of normal Voltron drills like fighting the gladiator or mind exercises wince when you’re on your period. It’s all you think about. Keith just walks on the treadmill or lifts weights to help stress and anger.

Keith having to take multiple breaks during the day to go change and Shiro protecting Keith when the others get curious.

Keith having to ask Allura about periods and they both come up with a pill that gets rid of Keith’s periods and pregnancy abilities. He’s a happy boy now.

Shiro making Keith a binder since he can sew. When Lance teased Keith about looking feminine Shiro stepped in front of them and got Keith out of the area before he started to sob and breakdown. Lance apologized later.

When Keith is feeling grossed out and sore and achy, Shiro gives him a full body massage and helps Keith relax.

Bonus trans Shiro and trans Keith.
Both of them meeting while Keith wasn’t out yet and Shiro was. Shiro helped Keith find a binder and new clothes. Shiro also carries extra pads and tampons in case the both need them. He also carries meds in case the cramps start hurting. He lets Keith’s advisors know about how he may have to leave class or stay in the dorms. Keith eventually moved to more online core classes and did his actual major study one on one with Shiro since they both respected each other.

Also a fun one that made me happy:
Shiro making a blanket fort around Keith while he’s feeling dysphoria or anxiety to help him relax. They both read and listen to music in the fort until Keith falls asleep.

Nurse’s Orders

Request four for @fexiled​ I’m getting through the fluff ♥

The request - A humourous sickfic

Summary: Stan gets sick on the Stan’O’War II. Stan is a grouch, adamant he can still help and Ford finds himself with a fairly difficult patient to deal with.

AN: ^.^ I hope the fluff is making people smile ♥

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wirtanzenimregen  asked:

28 or 29 for drarry?^^

this takes place during eighth year (also im doing 29)

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Harry didn’t want to do it. He really didn’t want to do it. But he had exhausted all his efforts in getting his potions grade up. He had even tried having Hermione help him, which did nothing because all she did was yell at him. This was his last resort. He had to ask Draco Malfoy to tutor him in potions.

It’s not like they still hated each other or anything, but it was still awkward when they hd to talk to each other. They certainly weren’t friends. And they certainly didn’t cast longing glances at each other from across the classroom when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

Harry walked into the library and saw Draco sitting in a corner of the room alone, reading. He took a deep breath and swallowed his pride before approaching the blond.

He stood before Draco and, when he didn’t look up from his book, cleared his throat.

Draco slowly looked up at Harry and raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, Potter?”

I need your help.”

This piqued Draco’s interest, so he quickly shut his book and smirked at Harry.

“Oh really?”

Harry sighed. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

“I’m failing potions, and I could really use your help.”

Draco snorted.

“What about Grang-”

“We already tried that. It didn’t work. Please, Draco. Slughorn said you’re the best in the class.”

Draco’s eyes widened slightly at the use of his first name coming out of Harry’s mouth, but he tried to play it off like it didn’t matter to him.

“I don’t know, Potter. What’s in it for me?”

Harry rolled his eyes.

Anything. Please just help me. I will get on my knees and bed if I have to.”

A picture of Harry on his knees in front of him quickly flooded Draco’s mind, but he shook the thought from his head. Now was neither the time nor place for that.

“I…yeah, fine. I’ll help you,” He agreed.

Harry smiled at him, and Draco was sure that was the first time that the Boy Who Lived had ever looked at him with such genuine kindness. He couldn’t help but give him a small smile back.

“When can we start?” Harry asked eagerly. 

Draco chuckled.

“I’m not doing anything right now, if you’d like to start looking over some things.”

“That sounds fantastic!” Harry exclaimed, a little too loudly for Madam Pince’s liking, before quickly grabbing a chair and pulling it over to where Draco was sitting.

Harry handed Draco his textbook, and Draco opened to the page with the potion that they’ve been working on in class. He explained in depth about how to do everything to absolute precision, but Harry was more focused on the fact that Draco’s voice sounded so soothing to him.

“Does it make more sense now?” Draco asked when he finished. 

Harry was slightly disappointed that he was done talking, but he nodded his head, even though he really hadn’t registered anything Draco had just said. He suddenly got a surge of Gryffindor courage and decided to seize it.

“Draco, would you, um, like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?” 

Harry was blushing furiously, but he stared straight into Draco’s steel-colored eyes.

Draco was taken aback at the abrupt question. No one had wanted anything to do with him after the war, so having Harry Potter ask him out on a date was quite the surprise. But it was a good surprise.

“Yeah, I would really like that, actually.”

Harry didn’t really know what to say, having not expected Draco to actually say yes, so he just gave a curt nod before turning to leave, but Draco called his name before he left, causing Harry to whip back around to look at him.

“I can meet with you again after dinner tonight to help you some more. If you want.”

Harry grinned at him.

“That sounds great. See you then.”

Harry then walked out of the library, unable to keep the large smile off of his face.

It’s the first time Rick’s shown up in Stan’s life after years of no communication. Last time they saw each other there was a very messy break up. Rick might have needed some chemical help working up the nerve to go to the little cabin in Oregon where the tracking device he’d implanted in Stan decades ago was still giving off a signal. 

He’d planned to just confidentially stride in and act like nothing had happened and no time had passed. But he barely slurred out a sentence or two before all the liquid courage caught up with him and he passed out in Stan’s arms.

Come to think of it he might have taken a couple of courage pills too. You should consider getting him to a hospital, Stan.

(Probably the last of these prompts I’ll be able to do this week, but I’ll get to the others after I get back. In the meantime feel free to send more!)

worst nightmare

a/n: this is really bad and super short and i might come back and rewrite it rip me

To others, you don’t scary easy, not since you married Bruce. After taking in all those kids, after helping Alfred patch up wounds galore on your husband’s body, the pictures of the aftermath of the Joker’s and dozens more vicious game, nothing much could get to you.

But you, you knew differently from the others. You still dread the day that Bruce doesn’t come back or that he does come back to you like Jason once had, in a coffin. You don’t know which would be worse, never seeing him again after promising that he’d be home before you woke up or to bury him in the ground.

That’s what keeps you up at night, knowing you love could never come back to you.

That is why when you wake up on a bright Sunday morning without his arms wrapped around you, holding you to his chest with his nose buried in your neck like he usually does, you panic.

You search the sheets for his spot, finding it still cold and empty like it had been when you turned in for the night. You aren’t sure what you feel first but you know it has your heart and throat in a tight hold, squeezing and trying to crush you with its harsh fingers.

It doesn’t take long for that feeling to twist your guts as you hurriedly pull on a robe and rush down the stairs, ignoring the look Titus gives you as he raises his head up from his resting spot near the top of the stairs. He obviously takes your fast movements as an invitation to play as he scurries up and chases after you down the stairs.

“Bruce! Damian!”

“They’re in here.” Alfred’s voice is muffled through the walls but it’s loud enough.

You fumble into the kitchen, sliding on the wood floor with Titus barking and slipping in beside you while the three occupants of the kitchen stare blankly at you.

“You!” you point at your husband. He’s got bags under his eyes and looks like he can barely keep them open but he stares at you waiting for you to finish. “You scared me, you ass.”

His eyes are wide when you barrel into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying you head in his chest.

“Don’t do that again.”

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Ok so this is really bugging me so I’m just gonna say it. @campbell-duo (I can’t tag him because I’m blocked) is not a nice person or friend. Today one of my best tumblr friends @legodotcom made a post about being happy because of some people. He tagged me and some of his friends in it but forgot Campbell by accident. This evedentally made Camp pissed so he blocked Lego…. for forgetting his name in a post… stupid right. Lego did nothing wrong and he still got treated like shit. Lego has helped him in the past and all he does is make Lego feel like shit and threw him to the curb. Also Camp stole someone who deactivated their account name. That’s also fucked up because people who really miss her and have no idea where she went is going to think Campbell is her. We all mess up and I know I have in the past but seriously dude you only care for yourself and make others feel like shit for YOUR wrong actions. I hope your happy because now Lego may not be so trusting in the future and that really saddens me.

People who probably want to see this @hiddenbitch5463 and @bluberriowl

America/Alfred F. Jones + China/Yao Wang

You and Alfred/Yao honestly never fought, but when you did it was always about a very serious or important subject. The day had been pretty ordinary up until you had gotten home and begun to argue with Alfred/Yao. It was all to much for you..You’d never want to see him glare at you or say nasty things, and you couldn’t help but burst into tears when he did those things. 

As soon as he saw you crying he would immediately stop talking and just kind of stand there? Like he’s still mad at you but he feels horrible and he’s torn between holding you and apologizing, or walking away.

England/Arthur Kirkland

It was pretty normal for you and Artie to fight about silly things every couple of weeks, but it never had a serious effect on your relationship; you always made up afterwards, but today was definitely different. This was nothing compared to your usual arguing. He was near yelling at you he was so angry. It was pretty scary to say the least. Everyone could see why you’d start crying.

Arthur wouldn’t really notice that you were crying because he was to angry, but once he did he’d feel super guilty. He’d be extremely hesitant to touch you, but he would apologize profusely.

Russia/Ivan Braginski + France/Francis Bonnefoy + Canada/Matthew Williams

Ivan/Francis/Matthew doesn’t like to disagree with his s/o and will usually go out of his way to avoid arguments with them, so basically there’s never any fighting between you two. You could tell something was off today though. His snappy and sarcastic remarks were definitely a little scary. Ivan/Francis/Matthew wouldn’t yell at you, but he’s the type to be so sarcastic and spiteful in attitude that it hurts your feelings (because he’s normally such a sweetheart). How could you not cry when he’s acting like this?

He would probably feel the guiltiest of the bunch. Ivan/Francis/Matthew would be really angry at himself and would probably go on a self hating speech about how he was so mean to you and he was sorry because he was acting like an ass. If you’d let him touch you then he’d probably try to hug you/kiss you. 

-Admin K.

do you ever just wake up and you know you’re going to have a bad day

anonymous asked:

Sam & Dean are expecting a baby (i'd like a sam!mpreg but it's fine if you do with dean) and Dean is scared he won't be a good dad, Sam comforts me (feel free to add smut or not)

Sam could barely walk straight, his huge belly’s weight forced his legs apart and his spine to a strange shape. He had died several times, went to hell and back and faced things from nightmares, but nothing could’ve prepared Sam for being 9 months pregnant. It didn’t helped that Dean was acting weirder and weirder by the day.

The sex was still incredible, like it always had been. Sam’s size was not a problem at all, if one thing, it only made Dean’s touches softer and his words sweeter. Dean couldn’t shut up about how pretty Sam was, how gorgeous he looked carrying their baby, how sexy he found Sam and how turned on it got him. Sam couldn’t complain.

“Come for me, baby.” Dean said, increasing the speed of his thrusts inside Sam. “Let me see you come all over this pretty belly.”

Sam was moaning and panting, trying not to pass out from so much pleasure. He was always so worked up now. A few more thrusts of Dean’s cock against his sweet spot and Sam was coming all over his stomach. It wasn’t long until Dean came inside of him, whispering Sam’s name.

Dean rubbed his hand on Sam’s belly, making patterns with Sam’s cum across his torso. Sam smiled through the orgasm haze. He loved to watch Dean interacting with his belly in any way possible, even that sexual way. It was one of their moments.

“We are going to be such great dads.” Sam chuckled, but Dean looked at him with fear in his eyes, serious.

“Are you sure? I mean, you I know you’re be the perfect dad to our little girl. But me?” He sounded genuinely insecure and scared, Sam frowned.

“Are you afraid of not being a good dad, Dean?” Dean just nodded, positioning himself next to Sam on the bed, Sam turned to face him. He reached his hand and touched Dean’s face.

“Dean, you are going to be an amazing father, believe me. I can’t wait for our baby girl to finally meets you, she still don’t know how lucky she is.” Sam smiled again, comforting.

Dean looked at him fondly, but still with doubt. “You know how I am, Sammy. What if I freak out? What if I’m not good to her? What if I’m too much like Dad?”

Sam moved closer to Dean and touched their foreheads. “Dean, you are going to be an great father. Know how I know that? Because you raised me. I know our baby is lucky to have you as her dad, because I was so lucky to have you as my big brother. You saved me, Dee.”

Dean smiled, this time with nothing in his eyes but love. “You saved me first, baby. You saved me first.”

Sam kissed Dean’s lips. “That’s what family is for. That’s why I know we’ll be fine. We have each other, that’s all that matters.”

“I know, baby. Now go to sleep, I want to talk to my favorite girl.”

Sam laid his head on Dean’s chest and started to drift into sleep with the sound of Dean talking to his baby bump.

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Imagine : Let Her Go

You were in a club, wanting to forget about everything but mostly forget about him. But as we say, the more you try to forget, the more you think about it..

You and your boyfriend broke up two weeks ago but even after two weeks, it still hurts. Two weeks is nothing for you, you don’t know if you will be able to forget him, probably not. Stiles is unforgettable.

There was too much secret, you took a sip of vodka. He would lie to you, you took another one. He would not tell you why he lied, and you keep drinking.

Even his friends would help him to lie, like Scott for example. You never knew why they lied and you will probably never know. Of course, Stiles wasn’t the only ‘bad guy’, you had your wrongs too but you couldn’t hang out with people who lied to you anymore, even if you loved Stiles with all your heart, you couldn’t do it anymore.

You sighed, you didn’t want to think too much. You started to dance, you wanted to have fun and that’s what you are going to do, have fun.
You were dancing with some stranger, boys, girls, you didn’t care. They were all laughing with you and for the first time, you forget about Stiles.

The song changed and I Want You To Know by Zedd and Selena Gomez came. You loved this song so you continued to dance but soon, you needed to go to the toilet. You told the group of “friends” that was with you and you walked there but unfortunately there was a lot of people so you had to wait.

Honey it’s raining tonight
But storms always have an eye have an eye
Tell me you’re covered tonight
Or tell me lies tell me lies lies

The image of Stiles came into your mind, making you sigh.

I want you to know that it’s our time
You and me bleed the same light

“If only..” You murmured.

“I want you to know that I’m all yours
You and me we’re the same force”

“I would be yours if..” You didn’t even finished your sentence. You felt suddenly tired, angry and sad at the same time.

I want you to know that it’s our time
You and me bleed the same light
I want you to know that I’m all yours
You and me run the same course

Bullshit.

“I want you to know that you’re an asshole.” You said taking your phone. The restroom could wait anyway.

You could hear the bip, and you were determined. Even if he doesn’t answer, you would leave a message, even if you didn’t know what to say to be honest.

But he answered. He cleared his throat, totally lost. “Hello ?” He said, hearing the music of the club.

“Heyy Stilinski ! How are you ?” You laughed but you didn’t know why. “No, don’t answer. I don’t care about your feelings.” You added, suddenly cold.

“Are you drunk ?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Why would I ? You think you are so important that I would get drunk to forget about you ? Hell noooo.” You lied.

“(Y/N).” He said, hurt.

“I just want you to know that.. you are an asshole, a liar and I hate you.” You had tears in your eyes, why was it so hard ? You didn’t even know if you really hated him but you needed to hurt him, you needed to know he was as broken as you.

“Where are you ?” He asked, ignoring what you just said.

“Do you hear me ? I HATE YOU !” you screamed before hanging up. Nobody noticed your scream thanks to the loud music.

You went to the toilet and you decided to take a break from dancing, it was too hot here and the call you had definitely changed your mood, not that you were happy anyway.

You went outside because you needed fresh air, you couldn’t stay inside, it was impossible.

Suddenly, you felt something covering your shoulders, causing you to turn around. You could not believe it, he was here and you were speechless. He looked tired or angry, you couldn’t tell, maybe both. You missed his brown eyes but looking at them was hurting too.

“What.. are you doing here ?” You whispered, not able to speak.

“I came to drive you home.” He said looking at you for a second before looking somewhere else.

You were about to say something but he spoke before. “And actually, you don’t have a choice.”

You laughed, was it a joke ?

“Now you wanna act like a hero ? I can take care of myself !” You shouted.

He said nothing and walked closer to you before he picked you up, making you gasp.

“Hey stop, put me down !” You tried to slap his back but he didn’t care and you both were now in his car.

“What’s your problem ?” You asked but again he didn’t answer, making you angry and it was even worse with the alcohol in your body. “I did not asked you to come get me !”

“I do this for you. Everything I did was for you.” He whispered but you still managed to hear it.

“You are not serious right ? You don’t know how much I want to punch you right now. Everything you did destroyed us !” You shouted “you broke me.” you whispered for yourself but he heard it, and it was killing him.

Stiles wanted to tell you everything but then you would be in danger and if anything happen to you, he would never forgive himself. Yes, not being with you anymore was killing him. Seeing you like this was killing him but he wanted to protect you. All the lies were worth it, and even if he would have tell you the truth, you wouldn’t have believed him, at least that’s what he was thinking. How can you blame him ? How can you tell someone you love that werewolves and monsters exist without the fear of being rejected ?

He didn’t answer, he would rather be silent because he was about to explode and he didn’t want you to see it.

“That’s all you have to say huh ?” You said angry. “God I hate you Stiles. So much.” You finally said before you left his car. Tears running on your cheeks, you went in your room knowing you will cry all the night.

Stiles was still in front of your house, your words didn’t leave his mind and it was killing him a little bit more.

“It’s because I love you that I let you go..” He whispered, completely broken, before he punched the steering wheel.

Imagine young Spark being the awkward trainer all along and obviously he admires his friends blanche and candela bc they are powerful af (and totally in love) but he does not have a particular style of breeding pokèmon, and this makes him feel like he is just the average one in the team

candela has power, blanche has wisdom and he has ???? a strong love for pokèmon for sure but that is nothing special, damn, they all love and care about their pokèmon

but prof willow wants him to join too and he accepts of course, but he really feels like nothing special (and he talks about this to blanche and candela and they both get mad because he is an awesome trainer with great talent he should never say that again or they will rip his sorry ass) but still the feeling remains and he can’t help it

And then there was that mission. They were instructed to go and explore a new zone and analyse the species of pokèmon that lived there.
All was going as predicted, with blanche making them keeping up with their schedule, but then Candela screamed. Candela never screams, she is that kind of girl that is never scared of anything. Blanche and him ran as fast as they could, only to find a terrified Candela trying her best to fight a nidoking and a nidoqueen with her flareon, that was already suffering a horrible wound. The two huge pokèmons were livid, growling and totally out of their league.
Blanche was petrified the moment they saw the scene, being too well aware of the danger they were in. After all, their critical thinking drove them out of the worst situation. But this was beyond any worst they ever faced. And he was the most useless of them, most of his pokèmon being electric types and their oppenents being two powerful poison/ground types.

He knew all of this. Blanche used to describe him as “the only one that could make his life out of being completely lacking of common sense” and when he called his Jolteon out of his pokeball, the look Blanche throwed at him pratically screamed that sentence. They did not dare to talk though, the sound could have pissed off the two pokèmon even more. He didn’t know what he was doing, but something in the gaze of the two pokèmon told him that they were not that angry just because Candela had stepped in their territory. Pokèmon were never aggressive to other pokèmon or people without a valid reason. His Jolteon waited for an order, even if her spiked fur was shaking. He stepped forward waving a hand, asking the eletric pokèmon to cover him. The Nidoking growled louder, lowering his head, ready to attack. Spark opened his arms wide, and continued to walk towards him and his female counterpart. He heard Candela whispering “Spark, no!” while he was passing by her. He didn’t listen. Now the two Nidos were confused. He didn’t seem like someone who wanted to hurt them. They waited. He kept walking. When he was near enough, so close that the Nidoking could have hit him with a swing of his powerful paw, he spoke.

“Where is your baby?”
He didn’t know if they had one. He just assumed that they were protecting something. When they smelled the young pokèmon trainer and the fire eevelution, they attacked out of fear.
Silence fell. He stood still, waiting, his heart racing, looking the female pokèmon in the eye. Nidoqueen growled, breaking the silence. The Nidoking returned to his normal position, not keeping his guard high anymore. She turned around, to reveal the two baby Nidorans that were hiding behind her strong tail. They were two little males. One of them, tough, had a deep cut in his rear leg.
He faced again the Nidoqueen, asking for permission. The pokèmon growled again, watching him cagily. Then he kneeled, observing the small pokèmon, trying to sort out how to treat the wound.
“Blanche!” He called. “Come over here!”
Blanche, that was now way more calmer but still vigilant, approached the pokèmon imitating the young man, then kneeling next to him. They watched the wound closely, analysing it. “It’s a deep wound, but with a few stitches and a Full Restore, he should be fine.” They drawed the item out of their backpack, as well as the needle and the thread. They asked again permission to the two parents, that were now very close to them, the belligerency from before disappeared, leaving space for a very worried expression. The skilled hands of Blanche moved rapidly, while he was keeping the little Nidoran still. Candela arrived some minutes later, her Flareon already returned to his pokèball and cured. When Blanche finished, after cleaning the blood and made sure the Nidoran drank all of the potion, the pokèmon emitted a faint sound of contentment. Blanche, Candela and him smiled to each other, then Nidoking approached the group of friends and enclosed them with his tail, howling out of happiness. Nidoqueen licked her cubs, then joined her partner, almost crushing the three trainers. When they let them go, Spark caressed their horned heads, then Jolteon jumped on her trainer, nuzzling him. They left the pokèmon family with the promise of returning to check on the Nidoran.

When they were out of their sight, Candela jumped on Spark, screaming, hugging him tightly and bringing Blanche along in the hug. They didn’t complain. “How did you know?” She asked, after releasing everyone.
“I didn’t, really!” Spark was bright red, and his two friends watched him skeptically. “I just imagined that they had something to protect to be that aggressive. I mostly acted following my instincts…” He smiled wide. “In the end, it worked out just fine. And the little Nidoran was cured. I guess I’m a genius!” He tried to keep a straight face, but then Candela laughed and he followed, both pratically choking of laughter. Blanche was serious, their hand holding their chin, thinking. “That’s it.” They said. “That’s your way of breeding… no, more, that’s your way of life, Spark. You never think something through. You act, following your instinct, not worrying for one moment if that could be a right or wrong move. If it gaves you a good vibe, then it must be right. Even if you are in a deadly situation. This is your strength.” Candela smiled. “Yeah, right. Spark, that was the most unbelievable and yet the bravest thing I ever saw. And you didn’t even realize how friggin’ awesome was that. You are the real deal, man!” He was speechless. He didn’t actually expect that to be… Brave? He just did it because it felt right. He smiled even brighter. Blanche was right. This was his strenght. He took his two friends under his arms, kissing them on the forehead. “What would I do without you two?” Blanche scrunched their nose. “You would be probably eating some shitty fastfood while bingewatching anime”
“and laughing like a retarted seal on some meme on the internet” Candela added.
“Wow, if that isn’t an accurate depiction of me. You guys know me too well. And Cands, you laugh at memes too, you moron!”

“I’m Spark, leader of Team Instinct.” He proudly said three years later, introducing himself to the rookies.
“Alright, now who wants cookies?”

[took inspiration from this post.]
Happy Halloween

@kirstietm

Avi knew Kirstie had been planning this party for too long and he felt awful that he still didn’t know what he was going to dress up as. The guests were arriving in less than an hour so he had to think of something quick. He was sat down the side of the bed where he knew Kirstie wouldn’t be able to see if him if she walked down the hall in her flurry of decorating, and then again he felt bad for not helping with that too. But he was pretty much hiding. He did have his laptop open in front of him, so it didn’t look like he was doing nothing, like he was, not that she could see him unless she was actively searching for him.

anonymous asked:

I thought that I didn't want a relationship anymore. I was having fun flirting with other people and it got my thinking maybe I'm too young to know what being in love really is, maybe I still have more time to figure out who I am. But when I went to break up with my bf it hurt so much, it didn't help that he basically begged me not to and told me he'd do anything for us to work. It's not that we aren't working it's just that I feel bored and like nothing ever changes. Any advice ?

I’m not sure but if you’re not feeling like this has a future then you shouldn’t be with him. It will only hurt him the longer you keep this going.

Miraculous ladybug head cannon

During a battle, Ladybug and Chat noir are fighting a vicious akuma. Ladybug gets caught because she protected Chat noir from an attack. The villain starts bombarding Chat with vicious attacks, (They are sending him flying, making him bleed, breaking bones, etc) But chat is still moving forward like a f***ing tank, yelling how nothing will stop him from protecting the woman he loves. The akuma, is starting to get nervous. Ladybug is yelling at him to stop (Tears streaming at this point), because she hates seeing him get hurt, But chat just keeps on trucking. He managed to help Ladybug break free, and they both beat the bad guy. Everything goes back to normal, but Chat noir still is beaten up pretty bad. She yells at him for making her worry but he starts losing his balance.

He passes out, and Ladybug gets him out of there. Eventually her transformation wears off. She is like what the hell do I do. She then sees Chat’s transformation vanish. And she realizes, the boy of her dreams just went through hell to save her, which she realizes that she fell for both sides of the same guy.

She gets him to a hospital, he gets patched up and healed. He finds out Marinette was the one who carried him to the hospital. He then realizes Marinette is ladybug, he is ecstatic. 

Blind Faith: Chapter One

Chapter Two

Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Phew! Done with the first chapter! This is my fic based on the Blind Faith AU, where Stan and Ford get stuck in the portal together. Lots o’ angst in this story. Thank you to my sister, farfallavendetta, for editing this chapter and helping make it much better!! Hope you guys like it.
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Stan groaned and stirred on what felt like stone ground. What the hell happened? Was he mugged? Had he gotten beaten up again? Was he going to wake up in some alleyway stripped of his coat and shoes? No, those were still there. Stan wiggled his fingers, his toes. So far so good. Nothing really out of place, no bruises…except… He hissed as a sharp searing pain lanced through his shoulder. Then everything came crashing back on him like a tidal wave. The basement, the portal, the fight… a searing pain, the lurching feeling of seeing his brother suspended midair, then grabbing him around his waist. White light, breaking through a gelatinous membrane, a tingling sensation, then nothing.

That meant…

Stanford.

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hi! i’m sylv and this is my son, joonki. tl;dr: he’s a very good boy with a very crass mouth that gets a little bit messy sometimes, but his main focus is having a stable music career to pay! them! bills! i like to plot through im, but i also have a line or twitter available if anyone is more inclined. anyway more under the cut, thank you for nice.

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Love You, Hazel Eyes

Part three to “A Match”, as requested by @helenareid4evah

“Hey, Spencer?” I called as I went into Spencer’s apartment. He’d given me a key a while ago, and he had one to my place as well. Spencer Reid was my other half. It had been almost a year since I joined the BAU, and, as I’d expected, I had never found myself feeling alone. Spencer and I…we clicked. Often, people with as many similarities as the two of us have, clash. But sometimes, you meet someone like you and you can’t help but…well, click.
I got no answer from Spencer, so I wandered through the house.
“Spencer?” I called again. Again, nothing.
Just as I was starting to worry, I reached his bedroom.
Spencer was asleep, curled up under his blankets with his glasses still on his face. I smiled slightly.
It was a little odd for him to nap, but…he was pretty adorable doing it. I slipped out of my lavender converse. They had been a birthday gift from Spencer, who said he didn’t want to confuse my black ones with his. I’d called him on that right away, knowing that had been nothing less than a Derek Morgan line.
I crawled onto the bed on Spencer’s other side and reached over to remove his glasses. I sat cross legged on the bed and put his glasses on the side table.
That was when I noticed his pale skin tone. Hmm.
I’d read that was a symptom of many sicknesses, but…I don’t get sick often, so I wasn’t sure.
I watched him for a while, not sure what to do. But then, when Spencer started to cough, I realized I should probably wake him. So I shook his shoulder gently.
“Spencer?” I asked quietly. “Spencer, wake up.” After a moment, his lashes fluttered and my favorite set of pretty hazel eyes met my own. He looked confused.
“Hi,” I said.
“(Y/N)?” His voice was scratchy and hoarse, and he began to cough again, more fiercely this time, as he sat up and leaned forward with the force of the coughing.
“You’re sick,” I said. He shook his head.
“No, I’m not,” he argued.
“Yes, you are,” I said. “I don’t get sick often, but I do know what it looks like,” I asserted. “And you look sick.” As he began to cough again, I tentatively reached out and rested my hand on his back. Then, I faced him.
“Spencer?” I asked.
“Hmm?”
“I really don’t like seeing you sick,” I admitted. He looked up at my quiet voice. As he so often does, he saw something in my face and his eyes softened.
“I know how you feel,” he assured me, offering a small smile. “I’ll be okay, (Y/N), I promise.”
“Do you…is there anything I can do?” I asked.
“You can…stay here, and watch Doctor Who with me,” he said.
“Would that help you?” I asked. “Because I don’t think watching television shows has actually been proven to be of any help with medical-”
“It’ll help,” Spencer said, interrupting me.
“Okay,” I shrugged. I moved to the top of the bed and crawled under the covers with him.
“Hey, where did my glasses go?” He asked and I blushed a little bit.
“I took them off you when I got here and found you asleep,” I explained, handing them to him. He smiled and put them on.
“Thanks,” he said as he turned on Doctor Who on the laptop.
After several episodes, Spencer fell asleep beside me and I gently pulled the covers up around him. I removed his glasses again and leaned down to kiss his forehead.
“I love you, Hazel Eyes,” I whispered to his sleeping form. To my surprise, he smiled slightly.
“I love you too,” he said.
“I thought you were asleep,” I said.
“Mm. I’m glad I wasn’t,” he said, and I laughed.

Still Fallin’

A/N: Little inspiration from Still Fallin’ by Hunter Hayes. Just a cute little drabble

Word Count: 411

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Tags: @kitkatgaming

“You still make me nervous,” Dean confessed as he watched you play with his fingers. He had decided to take you to the beach for the day and now, after a long drive, were back at the Bunker. Your skin still smelled like coconut and sea salt, your hair still wild from the wind. You had gotten a nice tan from spending all day playing in the sun with Dean, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the glow that you emitted, making his heart…his very soul, feel nothing but warmth and comfort.

He watched as a cheeky smile graced your ‘coke and rum’ soaked lips; you finished off the drink he had made for you, feeling a slight buzz as you turned in his arms to face him. Resting your chin on his chest, you stared up at him with a playful innocence,

“Oh really? Why is that? You would think after 5 years of being together you wouldn’t be,”

He prayed to every high power that the dim lighting in the shared bedroom was enough to hide the growing redness that dusted his chest and cheeks. You were the only girl in the world who could turn him into a stuttering, blushing mess. Clearing his throat, he finally managed to look into your eyes.

“Because you’re my sunshine. My light.” He cursed softly at how cheesy that sounded, but it was nothing but the truth. “You’re the only one I never want to hurt, ever. Because each day…I manage to fall just more in love with you. I’m still fallin’, sweetheart,”

You swore he could feel your heart beat against his chest. It was the only time you had ever felt like this, like you were flying. You quickly sat up, straddling his waist, fingers threading through his short cropped dirty blond hair.

“I hate words and language and shit because it’s limiting and there are no combination of words in any language that can describe how much I love you, Dean Winchester. And I want to punch you for pulling this shit on me right now when you know how emotional I get when I’m buzzed,” You groaned with frustration before you pulled him in for a soft kiss. He rested his forehead against your own, chuckling at your frazzled state. He eyed the small velvet box that rested on the top of one of his many weapons shelves in the room.

Soon, he told himself with a smile.