i sob every single time i watch this it's become a problem

Steam6

A/N:  Wow. I wasn’t sure there was a part 6 to this story, but apparently there is. Thank you to my lovely betas ( @little-black-dress-24, @niallandharrymakemestrong, @melissas173, @emulateharry) who never fail to prop me up when I’m not sure I can do it. Thank you, ladies. You are all gems. 

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After leaving Harry’s house with your loaded bag, you walk a few blocks before you flag down a cab. You feel like you’ve just experienced a three hour workout, your limbs limp. The exhaustion and weariness is so deep that you swear you can feel it at a molecular level. It hurts to raise your hand to flag the taxi. Lifting your duffel bag into the back seat with you is like tossing around a 25kg bag of rocks. Climbing into the taxi, you lean your head back, closing your eyes, holding back tears with sheer willpower.

Hauling yourself upstairs to your flat, you drop your duffel just inside the door, falling face first onto the bed without removing your clothes. Heaving sobs wrack your shoulders. The screams that you hide in your pillow sound like a wounded animal. Your howling scares you, as you’ve never heard this sound from the depths of your stomach before, but you can’t seem to stop. You cry and sob and scream until you are completely spent, and then you just lie on your bed, staring at the ceiling, completely numb, feeling the time ticking away as slowly as a snail attempting to run a marathon. When your alarm goes off, you haven’t once closed your eyes, and they feel like sandpaper as you haul yourself out of bed to take a shower. Oh, how you wish you could stay home and wallow, watching sad movies, listening to Sign of the Times nonstop, eating ice cream out of the container with a single spoon. But you have clients to see, reporters and fans to avoid.

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The Girl Who Pt. 1

Author’s note: Hey beautifuls!!! As promised, this is my new series for Teen Wolf 😁😁 Again, this is in honor for the final 10 episodes of Teen Wolf airing this Sunday (I’m not ready 😰😭😅) Happy Friday and Happy Reading 😘😘!!!


“Shhhh…It’s okay. You’re okay, you don’t have to be scared, you’re safe now,” Y/n says calmly to the curly-haired boy bunched in a ball in a semi-dark corner in the stuffy loft; the only light coming from the ray of sun piercing through the window opening. Y/n crouches down to the boy and immediately, he clings to her, leaving hot and wet stains on the red flannel she borrowed from her best friend.
“Is he okay?” a raspy voice cries.
“He’s fine. Get up, Isaac!” a dominant and rough voice commands.
Isaac tries to obey his Alpha but his body won’t respond, all he can do is clutch onto the gentle girl in front of him. “Are you alright? Y/n asks pulling away only to grab ahold his face. He doesn’t say anything; his glowing eyes bore into hers as they puddle with fright and embarrassment; the werewolf’s face heats her soft hands. She pulls him into her again rubbing his sweaty back soothingly as she continues bringing him back to reality.
He and Derek were battling, Derek was teaching him how to use anger to fuel his strength when his mind took him back to that bloody icebox, and he panicked and tried to run away. He almost made it out the loft until a sweet voice called his name causing him to back himself into the corner, knowing she’d follow and comfort him. He only has control whenever Y/n is around; little did she know that she was his safe place.
“Isaac,” Derek scolds, causing everyone to look at the Alpha, “You’re gonna get yourself killed if you can’t control those flashbacks.”
“I can’t help it,” Isaac whimpers, sniffling up the last few tears as he melts into the alleviating arms of the girl in front of him.
Y/f/n Y/l/n; the girl who chose to befriend kids a year younger than her because her age group, in her words, suck. She’s the girl who has spent the last four years consecutively watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S and sobs on “The Last One” episode every single time as if it were her first time seeing it. She’s the girl who proudly listens to Disney Movie soundtracks and reads Twilight. The girl who only laughs at cheesy puns until her stomach bursts and only eats Italian, Hispanic and Asian foods because they’re made with passion. The girl whose retaken Metaphysics three times because she loves the class. The girl who, can always be found walking or sitting in the woods/forest because, to her, it’s serene. The girl who wears her heart on her sleeve and would die for the boy in her arms or any of the 8 circled around them Allison, Erica, Boyd, Derek, Scott, Stiles, Lydia and yes, even Peter.
“I thought turning into a werewolf is supposed to make you stronger not weaker,” Erica speaks up.
The pack quickly noticed the once sick girl, she belittles others any chance she gets now to compensate for her bullied past. To Y/n, Erica was misled into this life because she was misunderstood.
“It does make you stronger, sometimes it takes a little longer to get used to your new abilities. However, Little Miss Sunshine treating Isaac-Pooh like a baby, doesn’t help,” Peter seethes.
“Don’t talk to her like that!” Scott growled.
They’re all super protective of her; maybe it’s because of her gentle and loving spirit or maybe its cause she’s older. Or maybe it’s because she always knows the right things to say and do. Or it could be simply because she’s Y/f/n Y/l/n, the girl who only sees good in people and somehow brings out that goodness in everyone, yes, even Peter.
“Trust me Isaac, I know all about family issues—Hi nephew,” Peter breaks as he sarcastically smiles and waves at Derek who rolls his eyes.
“But while Y/n and you are playing Dr. Phil, two Alpha twins morphed into one giant Alpha and has just ripped you both to shreds. Is that what you all want?” Peter spits, causing everyone to do Derek’s dramatic eye roll.
“Isaac, you need to forget about Daddy Dearest and pull it together!” Peter shouts at the now calm werewolf.
This isn’t the first time during training, Isaac’s mind flashed to his abusive past with his father, which Isaac hasn’t forgotten nor forgiven. Y/n thinks it’s because of Derek’s training method, to which Derek always respond, “It’s the only way I know how.” Isaac knows what they’re saying is true but he just can’t help it.
“Is it that time of the month or is your mission to be a douche to everyone?” the sarcastic boy asks.
“I’m sorry, please forgive me Stiles, for cherishing my life and not wanting to be killed,” Peter snaps back.
“You’re so selfish!” Allison speaks up.
“Yeah? I hope you told your aunt that as well when you found out what she did to my family!” he shouts at the hunter who lowers her head in shame.
“Look, we all have problems, whether its familial or other. What’s the big deal?” Lydia speaks up for her friend.
“You’re exactly right Lydia. We all have our own problems, but right now we’re all facing the same problem. An Alpha problem, there’s a whole frickin’ pack of them!” Peter screams.
“Sorry but, Peter’s right, I’m not dying on nobody’s watch,” Boyd speaks up.
“Oh, so he does speak!” Stiles gasps as he starts a slow clap.
“Are you that annoying or is your mission to irritate the life out of everyone you encounter?” Peter mocks.
“Stop!” Y/n shouts and everyone hushes, “You’re all right!” She removes herself from the heated wolf, straightening out Stiles, her flannel and faces the others.
“We need to be on guard of the vicious Alpha pack that is willing, in fact, thrilled to kill all of you to get to Derek and maybe Scott,” she says shifting her eyes to her best friend who gives her of look of, why-did-you-say-that.
“Possibly Scott? What do you mean, Y/n?” Erica asks.
“It’s not certain,” Derek says.
“But it is a possibility,” Peter rebuttals.
“What’s a possibility?” Allison asks, “Scott?” she asks again when no one answers her.
Y/n looks to Scott, asking with her eyes if it’s okay if she can elaborate and he nods at her.
“When Scott was saving Deaton, he was trying to walk through Mountain Ash,” Y/n starts.
“Ha! How did that work out for ya?” Erica jokes.
“Erica,” Y/n says softly and Erica lowers her head, “Although he didn’t break through, Deaton saw something,” she says walking towards Scott. “His eyes were flickering red. Like an Alpha,” Y/n finishes standing by Scott’s side.
“What?” Lydia, Allison, Erica, and Boyd all say at the same time.
“How is that even possible? Scott didn’t kill an Alpha,” Allison asks.
“Well, it’s extremely rare, only seen every hundred or so years, where a Beta, through goodwill and strength of character, can become an Alpha without killing one,” Scott answers.
“Yeah, they call it a True Alpha,” Stiles adds moving to stand next to his two best friends.
“So, this pack could be after Scott as well?” Allison asks turning to face Scott who’s already looking at her.
“Yes, Allison, which is why we need to train harder than ever, to protect both Derek and Scott,” Y/n says causing Derek, Peter, Erica, and Boyd to give a “told-you-so” look at the others. “But!” she continues holding up a manicured finger, courtesy of Lydia Martin, “We must be mindful that Isaac is dealing with something none of us have experienced and we should be patient with him,” she says turning back around to face the hazel-eyed boy. “Derek, what good is numbers if your Beta isn’t well?” she asks the wolf who shrugs; he knows she’s right Isaac shouldn’t fight, honestly none of these kids should even be in this situation.
“I’ll tell you what good numbers is,” Peter starts.
“Peter, Isaac being in the state that he is will only weaken Derek,” Y/n turns to look at him.
“She’s right, Derek and you know it,” Scott agrees.
“We’re all going to help you Isaac, we’re here for you, even Peter,” she continues as she crouches down to him as Peter rolls his eyes but he knows he’ll do it if she asks. “Isaac, yes Derek is stronger in numbers, but your overall being is worth more than some stupid, territorial dog fight,” Y/n tells him.
“Stupid fight?” Peter gasps unbelievably, “I’m sorry but am I the only one who actually comprehends the heat we’re up against? Y/n, this isn’t some stupid dogfight, oh no, this will be a bloodbath and everyone single one of us will be drowning in it; that includes you Mother Theresa,” Peter snaps at her.
“Shut up, Peter!” Isaac cracks.
“I’ll remember that when Kali’s claws are meters away from your throat and sweet ol’ daddy pops in that curly little head of yours!” Peter tantalizes.
“Enough!” Derek shouts. “Isaac, can you or can you not fight?” Derek demands from him, as he marches over and stands over the Beta.
“Der, please,” Y/n says putting herself between the two, “I know you’re worried and trust me I’m doing everything I can to find a way to help you, but don’t intimidate him,” Y/n says to her dear friend as she grabs his hands and holds them near her heart.
“I’m not trying to intimidate him, Y/n,” Derek says defeatedly, “I-I just need to know,” he finishes; Y/f/n Y/l/n, the girl who managed to sweeten the Sour Wolf.
“I can fight,” Isaac says softly but they all heard it loud and clear. “As long as Y/n is nearby,” he finishes.
“Absolutely not!” Scott and Stiles shout.
“Are you insane?” Peter asks.
“We’re not letting her anywhere near them,” Allison says firmly.
“I can’t believe you said that?” Lydia says at the same time Erica asks, “What is wrong with you?” Boyd looks disapprovingly.
“Well why not? Lydia is gonna be there!” Isaac shouts back.
“Lydia’s not human! She’s—something that screams when people die,” Stiles shouts back at him.
“Y/n can’t come, Isaac,” Derek says after everyone stops yelling their nays causing Y/n to look back at Derek.
“I can’t do this without her, she’s my anchor,” Isaac says softly. “She’s the only one who can bring me back if I do have another flashback,” he adds as he stands up pulling Y/n away from Derek. “I know it’s a lot I’m asking, Y/n. But I don’t think I can do it without you, Y/n,” he says, his large hands wrapping around her small ones.
Without a second to ponder, “I’ll do it,” Y/n tells him staring into his pleading eyes.
“No, you’re not,” Scott states matter-factly and marches next to Y/n, pulling her away from Isaac’s stare. “Y/n I can’t let you do this,” Scott pleads with his best friend.
“Yeah, and I’m not letting ya,” Stiles speaks up standing next to Scott.
Y/n looks between her two best friends, who are more like the brothers whom she always dreamed of; it sucked being the only child.
“As much as I hate to agree with Scotty Boy and his idiotic sidekick, he’s right,” Peter says, “Y/n, as much as no one believes it, I don’t want to see you hurt or killed for that matter,” Peter finishes smiling softly at Y/n and surprising everyone in the room.
Everyone except for Y/n, even when Peter mocks and snaps at her she knows it’s coming from a good place. Sure, the man is selfish and manipulative but he’s only doing what he feels is necessary to protect himself. “The man watched his family burn to ashes,” she pleads with her friends whenever they’d express their hatred for Peter. You can’t treat someone bad for wanting secure their safety, right?
“I know you care about me, Peter,” Y/n smiles at him, “And Scott and Stiles, I for damn sure know you care about me,” she continues, “All of you care, because we’re family and yes, that includes Peter,” she says causing a few to chuckle, however Scott, Stiles and Derek didn’t find the humor. “Think about how much you care for me, now multiply that by 10,000. That’s how much I care for all of you. So, if I have to risk my life to make sure only one of you is safe, I’ll do it. I need to be there so Isaac will be fine, which might save Derek, which benefits everyone. You guys have to look at the big picture,” Y/n bargains with her friends.
“Oh okay, I’m looking at the big picture now,” Stiles starts as he closes his eyes, “The werewolves are battling; I have my bat and I’m watching from a distance,” he pauses to open his eyes, “Because let’s be honest, I’m not gonna stay inside Roscoe,” he chuckles and closes his eyes again. “Yep, I see Lydia screaming bloody murder in the woods somewhere because I’m betting the Darach will strike again tonight; Allison is shooting arrows and daggers, and you, Y/n, are at home studying for the Statistics midterm you got coming up,” Stiles finishes opening his eyes, although it seemed funny, everyone knew he serious.
“Oh, look, I see the picture too,” Y/n says with sarcasm, closing her eyes “I finish studying, haul ass to the fight and I’m there for Isaac because he needs me,” she finishes.
“Y/n come on, you’re not seriously considering this are you?” Allison queries her big-hearted friend. Allison has always admired Y/n’s bravery, how did the sweetest girl manage to make Peter Hale care about someone other than himself, they all wonder to this day.
“Guys I appreciate your concern for me but—
“No, Y/n if you show up you become a liability,” Derek cuts her off, his way of preventing his confidant from getting killed, “The second the Alpha Pack gets their hands on you it’s over.”
“I’m already a liability! Don’t forget, they’ve been here for a while, meaning they’ve been watching us. Do you know how many times Aiden has either offered to take me home or go back to his place?”
“WHAT?!” Scott, Derek, and Isaac shout.
“When?!” Derek demands.
“I’m gonna rip his throat out!” Isaac shouts.
“Before or after, you’re nightmare of Daddy?” Peter taunts him.
“Look at you! They see how you guys protect me, who’s to say they’re not at my house right now waiting for me?” she challenges.
“Damn it, she’s right!” Derek curses while pulling at his hair he starts pacing back and forth.
“Is that true Derek? There could be a pack of Alphas waiting for her?” Scott says worriedly, feeling himself beginning to shift.
“Hey, hey, calm down, Scott. I was only being hypothetical,” she says calming her friend down,
“Well don’t be! You know I hate when you do that!” he shouts back at her, his fangs shooting out.
“I’m sorry, Scott, I didn’t mean to upset you,” she tells her glowing-eyed friend.
“Scott, look at me, I’m going to be okay,” she says hugging him making him relax in her arms as he shifts back.
“I’m sorry, Y/n” he says with puppy eyes; he’d almost broke his promise of ever wolfing out on her again. When Scott first got bit, Y/n noticed all the attention he was getting and she desired for that as well. She thought if she became a werewolf, her parents would stay home more and pay attention to her. She let it slip once that Derek proposed to give her the bite and how she was considering it and that made Scott furious. He’d die before he let any of his friends receive this curse. He didn’t know how to control it back then so he wolfed out and nearly attacked Y/n until Allison came to her rescue. Y/n forgave him immediately and Scott promised her, he’d never get that angry at her ever again.
“It’s okay, Scott. I understand, I’d do the same if anything ever happened to you,” she says rubbing his shoulders. “Which is why you need to let me be there for Isaac, so I can save you,” she continues, sincerity dripping from every caring word. “Please Scott,” she begs once more before walking away from him.  
Allison walks up behind Scott and rests her hand on his shoulder, “We can’t stop her, look at her,” she tells him as they all turn around to see Y/n caressing her thumb across Isaac’s tear-stained cheeks, “Her mind is already made up. I can see it in her eyes,” Allison continues as Scott turns around to completely face her, “It’s the same look I had when I wanted avenge my mother,” she confesses glancing at Derek before looking down at her feet.
“Y/n, are you gonna be there for me?” Isaac asks softly only wanting her to hear but in a room of werewolves he knew that was impossible. They stand for together for a while getting lost into each other’s eyes; their hands find their way back home, intertwined together.
“Always,” she replies smiling at the sweet boy. She will save Isaac, she thinks to herself.
“Y/n the second they see you— Peter starts.
“Then I won’t get caught,” Y/n sasses as she walks out of the loft pulling Isaac with her.
And no one stopped her because they knew Y/f/n Y/l/n, the girl who’d put her life at risk for the disturbed, curly-haired werewolf whom she was in love with.


Author’s Note: What did you think? FYI this will be a rrrrrreeeeeaaaaalllllyyyy long series and I’m super stoked for it!!!! 😋Feel free to comment or message me if you love, hate or have suggestions for it! Thanks for reading! Have a great weekend😘!

Dance

Request: Can you do an imagine where Captain America and you get drug into this Avenger team and neither of you are really happy about it cause the reader is from the same time era as Captain America. They connect quickly cause the last time they were out was during WW2 and the Great Depression. (She was used during the war cause she can control things. She’s super powerful) Her and the Cap both kinda have ptsd and they get super close? 

A/N: Full disclosure, I’m not exactly an expert on PTSD so anyone with more expertise on the subject pls feel free to correct me if any of this is inaccurate or offensive

Warnings: Nightmares, blood ment., PTSD, generally dark content, war ment. 

Summary: Angst with a happy ending ?  

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A Mother's Love.

Summary: Sam’s and Dean’s 16 year old sister has found herself pregnant and has hid it for 16 weeks. Now that the secret it out, the roof is caving in and they must figure out what to do with this large surprise.

Continuation of this imagine!

Warnings: slut shaming, cursing, arguing, Dean being Dean while he’s angry. Angst. Mentions of abortion.

Will be another part so keep an eye out!

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Without You: Bloodstone (Part 1)

Genre: AU, werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

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Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 1:

The night air is crisp, burning slightly but pleasantly in my throat and lungs with every rapid inhale. Overhead, the full moon casts a delicate, silvery glow on the surrounding trees, dappled pattern changing with every soft breeze. Leaves crunch under my shoes, making it easy to trace not only my whereabouts, but also his, even at a distance. I lighten my steps, hoping to buy myself a couple meters and thus a few more seconds.

The bag in my hand is heavy, but I force myself to put up with the weight a little longer. Taking my lips between my teeth, I press myself against one of the many trees that peppers the forest, sparse when standing among them, dense when taking it in as a whole.

I can hear him pause, listening for me.

Suddenly, it’s too quiet. The leaves have stopped rustling and my heartbeat sounds like a drum. Trying to further muffle my breathing, I place my free hand over my mouth, ears straining to find any sign of life. Where is he-?

My scream cuts through the night air as his warmth wraps around me, pinning my back to the rough bark, but stopping me from falling with a sure yet gentle grip. Jungkook’s nose presses into my hair, putting his lips right next to my ear as he says, tone teasing, “Gotcha.”

I push him away playfully, making sure the bag hits him, “How do you DO that?”

Pulling off the scarf I had wrapped around his head, covering his eyes, he shrugs, lightly rubbing his upper arm from the impact, “Maybe you’re just really bad at hiding, Eun-ah.”

“Yah! No, that’s definitely not it,” I laugh, walking around him; yet glancing over my shoulder to make sure he follows. “But if it makes a difference, that was the fastest one yet.”

Jungkook smiles as he jogs to catch up, “I’m getting better.”

“You’re getting CREEPIER,” I tease, eyes searching for the clearing, “Now help me find it.”

“Remind me why I’m doing this?”

“Because I play YOUR stupid games all the time and this only happens once a month,” I hoist the bag over my shoulder, a more comfortable resting position for its heavy contents. “I know you know where it is.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and guiding me forward, “I do.”

Despite us having gone there only twice, Jungkook guides me with the surety of a professional navigator. Within the first thirty seconds, I give up trying to recognize the trees that all look the same, instead choosing to watch my companion’s face. His features are tensed in concentration, but I’ve always thought the expression suited him.

Living in a rural town with a population that is constantly teetering on the edge of one thousand means it is easy to become best friends with a next door neighbor, especially one as sweet and smart (and handsome) as Jungkook. It also helps that we are two of less than sixty people around our age within a ten mile radius, but I still count myself as fortunate.

“You’re the best,” I tousle his dark hair before sprinting forward, into the field sprinkled heavily with bright purple and blue Hepatica flowers.

Jungkook follows me hesitantly, glancing at the tree line as if he’s expecting someone to emerge, but I ignore him, opting to throw down the heavy bag in the middle of the clearing and start sifting through the various rocks and jars of herbs.

“Eun, are you sure you should be messing with stuff like this?” his low, apprehensive voice makes me pause. Squatting like the well-mannered girl I am, I swivel around to look at him with a questioning expression, but my friend’s attention is locked on something above us, presumably, the moon.

“You were fine with it last month.”

A small, uncertain noise comes from the back of his throat, “Yeah, but this time, it feels different. Bad.”

“It’s not like I’m summoning demons,” I scoff humorously, locating and taking out the old leather bound book I had somehow found on Ebay of all places, “Divination is harmless.”

“Really? Because standing in a flower field at midnight during a full moon…” his sentence trails off as I find the second object I need, a cloth pouch, removing the smooth bloodstone carefully, running the pad of my thumb over the bright crimson speckles.

“I need to concentrate, strong smells help with that, I like the smell of Hepaticas, and this is the only place we can find a whole bunch of them,” I explain as I stand, glancing down at the text near my feet for further instruction. “And the book says the full moon will bring me closer to the spirits.”

The lack of protest from my usually highly responsive companion catches my attention and I can’t help but pause, turning to see if something is wrong. Unmoving, painted in the harsh, highly contrasted, yet grey tinted colors of night, Jungkook stands with his back to me, gaze still fixed on the unobscured moon above us. Suddenly, I notice how eerily silent it is, the air itself seeming to hang, suspended, stifling, which makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

“Are you okay?” I ask hesitantly, but receive no response. I’m not even sure he heard me, so I try again, taking a step toward him, “Yah, Jungkook-”

My friend immediately collapses.

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Mors et Vita

OC X Taehyung 
Soundtrack (x
Warm Bodies R! inspired AU
(a/n) Hmm I was watching this movie with my friends the other day and decided that I would write something based on it and here I am haha.. I hope you guys like it, and yes its still fluffy :) 

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So this was a little drabble to a headcanon/prompt I wrote like a week ago and it got a lot of feed back and I was pumped so yea. Lets go. Read it on A03.


“Don’t…D-Don’t mind, Hinata-kun”

This was the 7th failed spike that night, and the lingering stares of his teammates made him want to crawl into a hole, under some rock, and rot.

“I’m sick of you missing my tosses, stupid-Hinata

“I’m trying, Idiot”

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When You Left Me

Dean and Cas have been best friends since they were in diapers, but when Cas leaves to study abroad during college, and subsequently cuts off all communication with Dean, no one can understand why. Until he comes home again. Dean confronts him, confessions spilling from them both.


“I don’t even fuckin’ care anymore,” Dean spat as he chopped at his scrambled eggs with a spatula. His movements were sharp, Sam frowning from where he sat across the bar, watching. “If he wants to stay there for another year, then he can. I don’t give two shits what he does.” His chopping got more aggressive, the sound of metal on metal zinging against Sam’s temples.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I thought he would have told you.” Sam hadn’t meant to spill the beans about Cas’s plans. He’d just assumed Dean would know that Cas had told his sister, who had told Jessica, who had told Sam, that he’d applied for another year abroad.

“I haven’t talked to Cas in six months,” Dean growled. “Which is fine. He can stay in fuckin’ Japan,” stab, “with his new friends,” bang, “and his super great life,” twang. “He’s clearly too busy to bother telling his best friend that he’s never coming home.”

“I’m sure he’ll come home,” Sam tried to comfort. “He has to in order to graduate. Anna told Jessica that she hardly hears from him herself. He’s probably just really busy.” As if that should excuse his silence. “It’s probably really exciting, being overseas…” Sam knew his argument wasn’t at all convincing.

“Too exciting to send one response on facebook?” Dean slammed his spatula down on the counter, holding up a single finger in the same moment. “I’ve messaged him tons of times, Sammy. And you know what I get in response? A bunch of notes telling me that he’s seen the message, but never replied. Six months, Sam! I’ve messaged at least once every week, usually more. And he never replies.” Sam could see the way Dean’s lower lip trembled—probably both in anger and distress. He wanted to comfort his brother, but he didn’t know what to say. Dean and Cas had been best friends since they were in diapers. They’d been neighbors their whole lives and shared an apartment together during college. It didn’t make any sense, the fact that Cas was acting this way.

“He’s probably just assuming you’ll understand,” Sam weakly tried to reason. “I’m sure he’s not meaning to act this way.” Because Cas was one of the most thoughtful, considerate people Sam had ever met. Sure, he had his social intricacies, but he always thought of others before himself, before his own feelings. Especially Dean’s.

Cas was usually always thinking of Dean.

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"I owe you an answer" One Shot
Author: the-johnlocked-woman

Original Imagine Link:  Imagine Samadriel telling you he loves you for the first time.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1354

Summary: Samandriel and you have been friends for a long time, but a hunt goes wrong, and finally he reveals his biggest secret.

Fic:

“You will not go.” 

“I have to.” 

“That’s not true.” 

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changewing34  asked:

Hey, I love your writing and have a suggestion, that Is if you take them. I always wanted to hear more about what happens after the final battle in httyd2. I mean hiccups almost died, like literally was trapped under ice. I want to see Astrids reaction to this, cause if her concern for him after his accident in the first movie shows anything, surely there is a reaction we need to see there xx

A/N: Hi! :) First off, thank you so much for this request! I feel like I could have gone in depth so much more, and been a little more accurate with Astrid’s emotions and reaction, but I felt as if scrapping what I already had written would be a bit of a waste, so here it is! I hope it’s up to par with what you were expecting. Perhaps in the near future, I will revisit this prompt!!! Thank you, friend! <3


Duty

She couldn’t sleep. She didn’t want to. The death of her previous chief was still fresh in her mind. The almost-death of her current chief was even fresher… and almost was way too close for her liking.

Great Odin, everything was still so vivid and it made her want to rip her hair out.

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Holy Shit Sherlock

WARNING: SHERLOCK SEASON 4 SPOILERS AHEAD

This episode was absolutely brilliant.

For the first 75-80 minutes, I was seriously underwhelmed. Disappointed even. By the looks of it most of the reviewers share the same idea. And I actually spoiled it for myself beforehand and I knew going in that (SPOILERS) Mary was going to die. As I was watching I felt sure that her death would be cheap and convenient, though sad of course. I honestly had no idea how this joyride of an episode was going to work her death into the plot, not with the way these 80 minutes had gone. This episode was going to be sub-par. But then:

Norbury. Norbury changed everything.

This episode was absolutely brilliant.

Let me explain. When we finally meet him again, Sherlock is fresh from his 4-minute exile and he couldn’t be happier about it. He’s tweeting during top-secret meetings, mouthing off to his brother, and solving cases before the viewers even know what they are. There is absolutely no sense of mystery, no menacing buildup, no looming shadow of Moriarty. At one point, there’s this montage of Sherlock solving various cases in seconds, and it all feels a bit cheap. He’s a case-solving machine, back to his cocky, arrogant, humorously socially inept character. John and Mary have domestic bliss, they have a baby, Rosamund, Mary is clever and John is all heart. There are genuinely funny bits of course, between Lestrade and another officer competing for Sherlock’s affection, Mary and John struggling with baby Rosie, Sherlock texting throughout the christening, etc. But there’s not much going on.

There’s the loose thread of the Six Thatchers. We think it’s about the pearl, but it isn’t, it suddenly becomes about Mary. Here, the episode starts to get a little more interesting. Mary’s assassin past is revealed, as is the lone survivor of an attack on her group, other than herself of course, who is hell-bent on killing her. There’s a mysterious English woman who sabotaged the close-knit band of freelance assassins Mary had once been part of, and there’s the word Ammo. And all this prompts Mary to go on an epic, round-the-world journey in an attempt to lure her apparent killer as far away from her family as possible. But of course, Sherlock finds her by simply tracking her, the assassin is killed, and Mary’s life is sort of back to normal again.

And so far everything has been perfect, far too perfect, so perfect it’s boring. Even the most ludicrous of plots is working our beautifully, everything is so complicated it made my head spin, there were so many distractions of the screen. Sherlock is even more ridiculous and over the top than ever before, doing things so clever it’s just not fun anymore, playing the action-hero, becoming a sort of James Bond. He’s back in his element, back in the world of 221B, back in London, back with the Watsons, his family, and back with the ultimate problem of Moriarty waiting for him somewhere in the future. He is on top of the world, he’s high as a kite and only getting higher. It’s ludicrous, it’s too much, it’s too over-the-top, Gatiss is losing his touch. All of these things are running through my head.

But then. Norbury. And everything comes crashing down.

We all thought, Sherlock included, that this episode would be about Moriarty. When Sherlock confronted Moriarty last time he was just like this. Clever to the point of arrogance, insolent, stubborn, cocky, a complete ass honestly. In order to finally defeat Moriarty he needs to go to a different place, become a different person. So this episode was not about Moriarty.

There was no menace, no looming shadow, no final threat waiting at the end of this episode. It was a simple conclusion to an overly complex plot that we weren’t all that interested in at this point. It was the secretary. It was Norbury. And Sherlock confronted her in his trademark style, made rapid-fire deduction after deduction, humiliated her, accused her of being motivated by pure base jealousy. He was convinced he had cornered her, outsmarted her with his own brand of cleverness. She had nowhere left to run, Sherlock Holmes saved the day again, hooray, it was getting less and less interesting.

Then she shot at him. Mary took the bullet. And his whole world came crashing down.

That scene was gut-wrenching to watch. (Also Martin Freeman deserves every award in the universe for this scene). Mary chokes out these fearful last words, they come tripping out of her mouth like she’s desperate to get them out. Sherlock just stands there, confused, pain all over his usually blank face, tears in his eyes, he’s shaking, uncertain, his speech is shaky too. And John. Oh my god, John. He doesn’t sob, he doesn’t curse God, he isn’t numb or anything like that. His grief is… it’s indescribable. He makes this utterly anguished noise and just collapses into himself and collapses completely into this devastation, but not before he’s told Sherlock “Don’t you dare. You made a vow.” And Sherlock is completely lost.

He’s seeing a therapist. John refuses to speak to him. Sherlock’s heart is broken by the loss of pretty much everyone he ever loved in one single moment.

That’s what this episode was about. Sherlock seemed to be sliding comfortably into his old world, fighting crime, being this brilliant machine, his family by his side, Moriarty as the end goal, always Moriarty. Crime solving was always his ‘alternative to getting high’ he enjoyed it, he enjoyed being cleverer than people and solving increasingly elaborate and ridiculous puzzles and presenting this simple solution to rooms of flabbergasted people. His family, the Watsons, were the people he loved more than anyone in the world. But he couldn’t go back to his old world and his old way of life. His high couldn’t last forever or he’d just float away completely. No, he needed to see, up close and personal, the very real consequences of his arrogance, his cockiness, his unrelenting cleverness. He needed to have his heart perhaps irreparably broken, he needed to be human. Moriarty is not human. And last time Sherlock faced him he was nearly the same, he and Moriarty had a lot of similarities. If Sherlock was going to beat him, he could not become him. He had to be brought crashing down to earth.

And he says to Mrs. Hudson, the only person he really has left: “ “if you ever think I’m becoming a bit full of myself, cocky or overconfident, just say the word ‘Norbury’ to me would you.” That’s what Norbury means to him. Norbury is a constant reminder that his actions have consequences, consequences that can cause unendurable pain. That is what will ultimately set him apart from Moriarty.
This episode was brilliant because it built everything up, built up Sherlock’s whole world again, made it ridiculous and almost whimsical and fantastical, they created this busy screen and this busy episode that felt as though I was watching on fast-forward and not really getting a sense of anything concrete… and then brought everything to a screeching halt. Because Sherlock needs to go in a new direction now.

I have many, many questions of course. Namely:

- JOHN HAMISH WATSON HOW FUCKING DARE YOU HAVE AN EXTRAMARITAL TEXTING AFFAIR YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED but no you probably feel ten million times worse about that now please don’t leave

- What did Mary mean in her video at the end? Save John Watson. Save him. Go to hell, Sherlock. What did that mean? The video was sweet and a fitting end, but confusing as well.

- Whose side is Molly Hooper on now?????

- SHERRINFORD?????????? THE 13TH?????????? WHAT DOES IT MEEEEAAAAAN??????

But right now, Sherlock is in considerable pain. John Watson is in ten million times more pain. Everyone is in pain. Because this is where they need to start.

ghost- part one

I don’t like them innocent
I don’t want no face fresh
Want them wearing leather
Begging, let me be your taste test.
I like the sad eyes, bad guys
Mouth full of white lies
Kiss me in the corridor,
But quick to tell me goodbye.

‘I’ll be back in no time babe. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself while I’m away okay? Go to Mali or my mom if you need help with anything’

It was a quiet morning at the airport, it would have been a great day to stay in and cuddle with Calum, softly talking about your future, or watch him making stupid faces all day. But Calum would be leaving for another 6 months today. Another album, another tour. You understood, he was living his dream, but each and every tour was becoming harder and harder for you. Calum had his three best friends if he ever got lonely, but you didn’t have your three best friends practically with you ever second. Calum was your only best friend, there wasn’t a person you would trust more with. 

‘Promise me you’ll call me once you land? And don’t party too much okay you know I worry a lot’ 

‘I promise you the world babe, I’ll miss you so much’

‘Calum don’t start this I’m trying not to cry’

Calum instantly pulled you in for a tight hug, as if he never wanted to let go. He smelled so amazing, it was the type of cozy, home feeling when you hugged him. His faint cologne was never too strong because he knew you didn’t like it. He did his everything to make sure you were okay, but you knew something was just becoming harder and harder each tour.

‘God, I already miss you Cal, text me every day, tell me about all the places you get to see okay’ 

‘I will babe, I will. I gotta go now, the boys are getting impatient and we still need to go through security’

That was the moment you dreaded most. Him leaving. You broke into sobs, staining his hoodie. He hugged you even tighter, but you knew he had to go. You both let go, trying your best not to make this hard for the both of you. Tears made Calum’s brown eyes sparkle, he was trying not to cry as well. But you knew, in 6 months you’d be in his arms again. 

You say that you’re no good for me
Cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve
And I swear I hate you when you leave
But I like it anyway.

‘Hey babe! How was your day?’ 

It was two months into tour, you and Calum had thankfully managed to keep in touch on a daily basis, but something wasn’t right. A tiny Calum popped into the frame, sweaty but smiley. You could see he missed you, because he coughed back a sob when he saw you with puffy eyes with swollen eyelids. He was wearing his usual drop dead shirt, the one with white long sleeves. You loved that one the most, he wore it as often as possible because he knew you loved it, but him being on tour and wearing it didn’t help at all’ 

‘Babe… have you been crying’ he asked slowly

You buried your face into your sweater, wiping away the tears before you faced Calum. He was worried, his smile fading instantly, replaced with confusion. 

‘Baby please don’t cry we can solve this problem out together, whatever it is, just please talk to me’ 

‘Calum I can’t take this’ You managed to choke out, followed curtly with a sob. 

‘What are you talking about?’ he was even more worried now, and the both of you knew why, deep down. 

‘Calum I can’t do this anymore. I’m sick of sleeping alone in a empty bed, in an empty house. I’m tired of having to put up with all the drama, I’m tired Calum I’m just fucking tired’ you leashed out, balling your fists and hitting your knees before full on sobbing, crying so much your heart pained. 

‘I’m sick of feeling so clingy every time you text me, I’m sick of feeling like the one who’s stopping you from your dreams. All the fans say I’m a fling, saying that I make you miserable everywhere you go. Even the boys have noticed you’re off, you don’t tweet and you don’t seem happy and sometime’s I can’t help but fucking wonder if I’m actually the reason why you’re sad Calum. I’m sorry, I need a break. Promise me, you’ll be happy without me. If we break up, the fans will be happy, the boys will be happy, everyone will be happy, maybe you’ll be happy as well. I know you hate it when you leave too, but when you leave I feel like I’m the one who’s tying you down, the one who’s dragging you, the one who’s sinking you, tugging you down from being happy. I’m sorry Calum, I’m so sorry’

And with that, you closed your laptop without letting him even talk, shut off your phone, turned off your lights and cried onto your bed for what seemed like years. 

On the other end of the call, Calum was doing far worse. He was crying, and punching walls with his fists, but none of the pain compared to the one in his heart. What had gone wrong? What did he do wrong? All that went through his mind was hurting him more. Deciding that he wouldn’t just let this go, he hesitantly picked up his phone, and called you. 

Straight to voice mail, just like he expected. Leaving a voice mail was his only option, but somehow he just didn’t know what to say. There was a blank pause, because Calum couldn’t comprehend on how bad he felt. 

‘Hey..um its Calum.I know its tough and I know tour is making it hard. I know you hate me leaving and so do I. I hate not seeing you, I hate not having you in my arms. I hate not having your smell in the bathroom, I hate not being with you. I fucking hate it too. But I’m gonna keep on going on. Because you know why? You’re the one who keeps me grounded, the one who keeps telling me that it’s going to be all worth it. I know its hard for you too, I know that waking up alone sucks and I’m so sorry. Someday we’ll get married, wherever you want. We can go to every single country and do whatever you want. Just please, bear with me, bear with me being fucking terrible at being a boyfriend, not being able to help you because I’m thousands of miles away’ 

By this point, Calum didn’t stop his tears. There he was, crying and helpless in his bunk, on his tour bus in the middle of his world tour, in the middle of absolutely nowhere and most importantly, not there to stop your tears. Calum was never the one to cry, no matter what stress was put on him. No matter what the issue or problem was, he was always the one to find positive points in everything. 

‘I’m sorry, this is all my fault. Baby, if you hear this, just text me or call me back. I need to know you’re safe. I’m begging you, I’ll be home soon, I promise….’