i went and wounded my heart

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Adventure Log #3 by Chapati Longholes

I went inside with no fear in my heart, only to return wounded and burnt. There are things in that tomb; things a living person shouldn’t see. I will never be able to tell people what I saw.

You, my friend, is the only one I can trust and share with the burden of my adventures. 

Until the next time, Chapati.

PS. mom is gonna be thrilled. I got her another damned seed. 

One Blink or Two

Title: One Blink or Two

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,710

Warning: The feelings are going to hit you like a freight train

A/N: I woke up from a nap and in 4.5 hours I cranked it out and just had to publish it. Sorry for any errors. Enjoy!!

Summary: You are an emergency room nurse receiving a patient from a local care facility. All you’ve been told is that he is a 29 year old male in an unresponsive coma for the last 3 years, and about 20 minutes ago his heart started to race uncontrollably. As the rest of your staff work on getting him transferred to the hospital gurney, start an IV, and getting him hooked up to the heart monitor, you speak with one of the paramedics that brought him in.


Day 1

“Alright, tell me what you know.”

“29 year old male named Dean Winchester. Was in a car accident with his father and brother three years ago. Car versus semi, and he’s the only one to make it. He’s been in a non-responsive coma this entire time. He has a feeding tube, but can breath normally on his own. A nurse said she went in to give him a bed bath and his heart just ‘went nuts’.”

You could tell by the tone of his voice he was leaving something out. “And? What else?”

“Unofficially, that nurse is a bitch. She is one of the meanest people I’ve ever met and we hate having to deal with her when we go there. Knowing her she probably shook him around and roughed him up.”

“Lovely.” You gave him a tight smile and moved back to your patient.

“Dean, my name is Y/N. I’m going to be taking care of you okay.”

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I’M FRIGGIN CRYING HE’S HERE MY FREDDY’S HERE

touch pt. 2 • zach dempsey

a/n: i’m feelin’ WILD rn, i can’t believe that i’ve hit 1k, that means the absolute world to me!! anyway, i love u guys sooo much. your kind words make my day 💗 

 warnings: do i even need to say it at this point? SIN 

everything was spinning around you. you felt delirious, but in the absolute best way. the encounter that you had shared with zach earlier that day made your heart pound at the mere thought. 

you went through the rest of the day on edge. you were like a little toy, and zachary dempsey had wound you up. 

this was a foreign feeling to you. you were oozing sensitivity, walking down the hallways hot and bothered. you exchanged longing glances with zach every time you passed each other. 

at lunch, you considered sitting with the boys, but after seeing the way that zach couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you walked right past the table to tease him. you looked over your shoulder to lock eyes with him, swaying your hips with a smirk as you made your way across the cafeteria. 

“i swear, zach, your girl is something else.” you hear one of the boys call out. you smile to yourself and sit down across from sheri, the blush slowly creeping into your cheeks.

“so, you and dempsey huh?” she says while wiggling her eyebrows at you. 

“uh, yeah, i guess.” you say trying to control your smile. you were still mildly starstruck that the boy had admitted his feelings for you. 

“finally,” sheri starts, “that boy has been pining after you for months!” she says with a laugh. you look down and cover your face as the heat took complete control of your cheeks. you meet sheri’s eyes and both of you laugh as you continue to eat your lunch and exchange random conversation. 

you peer across the cafeteria to meet zach’s burning gaze. he watches you intently as you lift the spoon to your mouth, putting it in, and then pulling it out slowly, his eyes never leaving your lips. you smirk and then sheri turns to look at zach before looking back at you. 

 "ugh you guys are gross, get a room!“ she says and you giggle with her uncontrollably. zach looks down at his tray, smiling widely and shaking his head. 

 8th period finally rolls around and you’re just about ready to explode. throughout the entire class period, zach had done everything to make contact with you. he brushed you, rubbed his arm against yours, touched your hand slightly with his while you both wrote. he was driving you crazy, and he knew it too. the bell rang and you bolted out of the classroom, making him chase after you. 

you arrived at your locker, and zach leaned against the one next to it with a sly smile. 

 "hey baby girl.” the nickname rolls effortlessly off of his tongue. you shiver, and zach takes in the effect that it has on you. he pushes up off the locker to stand behind you. you close your locker and turn around, your back pressed against it. you look up to zach and smile. 

 "i’ll be at your house after practice, okay y/n?“ he says as he comes closer to you, positioning himself between your legs. you gasp and your eyes flutter as he presses himself against you. he kisses your temple and then leans down to place a kiss on your lips. it’s sweet and gentle, but also full of the need that he’s holding back. he pulls away and winks at you while jogging towards the gym. 

 your heart pounds in your chest as you bite your lip and smile. you would never get used to zach being all over you. you watch him until he disappears down the hall, and you stand alone with the taste of him on your lips. 

 when you get home, you sigh contently into the empty house. not only were you excited for zach to come over, you were also filled with sexual frustration. you waste no time jogging up the stairs and to your bedroom to relieve some of your stress. 

 you rid yourself of your clothes, making your way over to the bed. you sigh as your warm skin meets the cool sheets and your hand begins to drift south towards your already aching core. you placed feathery touches on your inner thighs while kneading your sensitive breasts. all you could think about is what you would be doing if zach was there. 

your hands ghosted over every place that you wanted him to touch you. you began to massage your clit slowly, the sensation causing your hips to buck as you whimpered. you needed zach to be there touching you. you needed his fingers to be teasing your clit. moaning at the thought, you dip one finger into your wetness before adding a second. pumping in and out at a steady pace, you fantasize about the basketball player. the way he would grip you, the electricity that jolted through your body when he touched you.

too invested in yourself, you didn’t hear the door open. zach stood in your door frame, a shocked expression that was quickly replaced with a smug look. 

“you couldn’t wait for me, huh darlin’?” he says and you freeze in your place, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable. he walks over to your place on the bed slowly, never breaking eye contact with you. 

 "need a hand with that?“ he says in a raspy voice. you nod your head, not trusting yourself to speak. you could hardly form words in your head in the first place. zach’s eyes rake up and down your naked body while he licks his lips. "god, you’re so beautiful. i’m so glad coach let us out of practice early, i couldn’t take it anymore. i needed you.” he says.

 you moan as he rubs his hand up and down your exposed thigh. zach brings his face to yours, barely brushing his lips with your own. “also, you should lock your door, sweetheart. that could have been anyone walking into your house like that.” he tells you and you nod again. his low voice was making you even more wet, if possible. 

zach lowered his hand to your heat, making you gasp out in pleasure. he softly touches your inner thighs, lightly running his nails up and down them, missing your core completely. 

 "please, just do something. i want to feel your touch.“ you cry out. he kisses you deeply and smiles against your lips. his long fingers glide over your folds, wetting them with your arousal before he pushes them into you. your head drops back with a moan and you arch into him so that he can go deeper. 

 "fuck zach, faster.” you pant. his thumb presses down onto your clit, circling it until you’re about to come undone. his expert hands continued to work until you start to see white. 

 "i- i’m close.“ you managed to squeak out. upon hearing those words, zach fingers left you, and he placed kisses down your stomach. 

 "get up against the headboard.” he practically growled. you did as he said, and his mouth connected to your throbbing core. his teeth grazed against your clit and you cried out, using every fiber of your being not to cum. 

he used the tip of his tongue to flick at your clit before inserting his fingers again. “you like that, baby?” he asks you, looking up. you gasp out and screw your eyes shut while you writhe under his touch. he starts pumping faster, and uses his other arm to grip you in place.

 "shit, zach, i’m about to cum.“ you say to him hoarsely while tugging on his hair. he moans from your actions and it vibrates through your core, pushing you over the edge. your body began to tremble uncontrollably as he continued to finger you through your orgasm, his name a gasping moan on your lips. 

 he hovers above you and kisses you before flopping down next to you while you try to catch your breath. you look to the tent in his pants and grab his bulge gingerly while he lets out a hiss. 

“now let me take care of you, baby boy.”

 a/n: ksjsjsjddb i’m SHAKING. hope u guys enjoy, currently working on 2 more requests that should be up soon so be on the lookout hehe.

Show Me Your Heart And I'll Show You Mine - Part 3

Parring: Bucky Barners X Reader

Word: 845

Warnings: nope

Summary: Soulmate!Au, what you write on your skin/wounds will show up on your soulmates skin. Reader is going off to meet her soulmate

A/N: I am done with my exams! It went like shit, but who cares? Because i am going to London on a few days! Let know what you think. Also, remember to check out mean my friend’s lgbt+ blog @rainbowadvices where i just posted about how i found out i bi

Part 1  Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Originally posted by little--batman

“Is this really necessarily? “Will asked, looking at your stuffed trunk with a raised eyebrow.

“Of course it is! “Sabrina answered, throwing another shirt in there. “She is gone for a week, AND she is going to meet her soulmate, she has to be prepared for anything! “

“I don’t know” Will took a pair of hiking boots from the trunk and held them up. “I’m not sure they are going to be camping”

“You never know! “Sabrina snapped, while she took the boots from Will, and throw them back. Will started questioning every item Sabrina had packed, all while you just sat on your bed, watching your friends.

You were far too excited. All your life you had watched soulmates together, your friends had started to find theirs, while yours lived to far away for you to meet up. But now you had finally arranged something, and you were going to meet your soulmate in a few days. You had known him for years, he knew your deepest secrets, and you his. No, you weren’t nervous. Not at all.

 

All right, maybe you were a bit nervous.

“I’m not sure I can do this” You said, turning to Will and Sabrina. They sighed, it was the third time you had said that.

“I’m glad we came in good time” Will said, looking at his phone to check the clock.

“Listen, Y/N” Sabrina said, walked towards you, and took your hands. “He’s your soulmate. You’re meant to be, literally! You know him, he knows you, and he likes you for you. Besides, it’s not like it’s YOUR wedding, is it? “

“No” You answered, looking down at your hands.

"See? “Sabrina said and lifted your chin. “No reason to be nervous, he’s already madly in love with you”

You smiled weakly at her, before she pulled you into a hug. After that Will hugged you, for the third time, before you took a deep breath, looking at your friends.

“Wish me luck! “You said, giving them a last smile.

“Good luck” Sabrina answered, smiling soothing, before you turned around, starting to walk towards your gate.

“Go get him, girl! “Will said behind you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

 

I think I may be running a bit late

The text appeared on your arm while you sat in the flight. Relief spread like a wave through your body. You knew it wasn’t supposed to be like that, but you were so nervous that it only could make you happy to have a little more time.

That’s fine

I’m on the flight

You smiled weakly as you wrote your reply. Even now, when you were so nervous you literally were shaking, he was still the same, and you still liked him.

Great, I can’t wait to see you

A wide grin spread on your face, and you let your head fall back, throwing your arm over your eyes. You could almost feel the couple beside you staring at you, but in that moment, you didn’t care. You were going to meet your soulmate. You were going to meet Bucky!

 

You took a deep breath, not being able to keep the smile off your face. Bucky had written instructions on how to get to the café where you were supposed to meet him, and you were currently waiting for the bus. It was different than what you were used to, and you probably wouldn’t be able to find your own nose if you were on your own.

The bus arrived, and you bought a ticket, finding a seat. You had made Bucky write a list of all the stops so you wouldn’t miss it. Every time they said the next stop you checked if it were correct, and how many there were left.

4.

You were tapping your foot on the floor, your eyes not staying at the same place more than a few seconds. It was nice outside, but you didn’t notice.

3.

The elder women in front of you hushed at you, making you stop tapping your foot. You then started to fiddle with the edge of your shirt.

2.

Every time someone new came into the bus you wondered if it could be Bucky. You had never seen him, he could be anyone. He could be the one sitting a few seats behind you.

1.

More people stepped into the bus, and a boy around your age sat down beside you. You ignored him, looking out of your window.

0.

You pressed the stop button as soon as you could, and said to the boy beside you that it was your stop. He responded that it also was his, and when the bus stopped you both got off.

You turned your head, looking for a café named Coffee time. It was apparently Bucky’s favourite café, and he wanted you to try it out.

You finally spotted it when you saw the boy from the bus walking towards it on the other side of the street. You took a deep breath, and walked towards it.

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Update: Sherlolly: A Male Newbie’s Perspective.

So…the long awaited Sherlolly: A Male Newbie’s Perspective, is on it’s way. Promise!! I had no idea my son and his friend’s comments would be received with so much interest. Live and learn, right? Truth be told, their response to His Last Vow wasn’t nearly as interesting as their previous thoughts. In my humble opinion. They watched with rapt attention, and offered - quite vocally - their thoughts on the overall episode, which was far more serious than TEH and TSoT. I’ll finish it up over the weekend.

In the meantime, for those who asked, and because it’s still fresh in my mind – here’s a few conversations that took place amongst my daughter and sister, after The Final Problem. Parts of the conversations are slightly paraphrased, although I did have a chat record with @swjmart about those conversations immediately afterward, while they were fresh in my memory.

I feel a bit silly posting this, but given all the crap Sherlollians have put up with over the years, I wanna add to this ship and see it turn into an Arc. Just sayin’.

I’ll start with my sister, who is the quintessential casual viewer. She didn’t start watching Sherlock until this past autumn, when she binged on Netflix. Lucky girl – she did not put herself through an agonizing three year hiatus. Whether she realizes it or not – she digs Sherlolly! Yay!


It all started with a late morning phone call….


Sister (which will be referred to by ’S’): So, did you watch Sherlock?

Me: Surely you jest.

S: Just thought I’d ask. Did you like it?

Me: Of course. You?

S – Oh gosh yes! T (her hubby), sat on the edge of his seat the whole time, even covered his face in a few places.

Me: God, he’s such a pussy.

S: What?

Me: Never-mind. So, what’d ya think.

S: It was excellent – I loved the whole season, but wish there was more than three episodes.

Me: Welcome to fandom.

S: Pardon?

Me: Nothing. Continue.

S: Can you even imagine having a sister that brilliant and insane? That was so heartbreaking. Really, T almost cried.

Me:  I know, completely mind-blowing, although there were clues in previous episodes that some shit went down. (silently begging her to get to the good part about Molly and Sherlock saying I love you, but not wanting to be overly obvious.)

S: I wish you’d stop swearing. (sister does not swear ~le sigh~)

Me: Do you know that recent studies showed people who swear —

S: Whatever, P. Those clues never indicated a child was murdered.

Me: I know, but even though it was ‘technically’ murder, I don’t think that was the intention of five year old Eurus. She wanted her brother to play.

Me: Hmmm. Weren’t you even a bit disappointed that nothing was said or shown about Victor Trevor’s family, or any investigation? (I’m not being serious, of course, just baiting for opinion)

S: No, it’s not that kind of show. It’s not CSI Sherlock.

(now I get to go in for what I really want to know!)

Me: But there were so many things left unresolved!

S: Like what?

Me: What do you mean 'like what?’ I thought you said you watched.

S: T and I thought the season finale was great – there was nothing left unresolved. I don’t know if they’re going to make another season, because all the actors are so in demand, but if not – I don’t know how it could have ended more perfectly. The only thing I’m really sad about is Mary dying. She was such an interesting character and I liked her a lot.

Me: You didn’t get put off that she shot Sherlock? At one point I found it very hard to believe how easily she was forgiven.

S: Of course shooting the protagonist was dramatic, but he didn’t mind, why should you?

Me: What?

S: You do know these are fictional characters, right?

Me: Don’t be ridiculous.

S: These characters are very dark and most of the time suicidal. Sherlock was on drugs probably all of season three and most of season 4, so of course he didn’t have a problem forgiving Mary. He probably admired her for it. They’re fun to watch, but you can’t think of them as normal – they’re not. Except for Molly. She is the only relatable character. I think she’s T’s favorite part of the show. It’s just too bad they didn’t give her more.

Me: Agree. But…but what about the Molly / Sherlock phone call dealio? I mean, what happened there? The only thing we got after that was a 2 second montage of Molly walking into Baker St.

S: So?

Me: So?! What happened? One minute she’s crying, Sherlock’s smashing a coffin and then she’s all smiles. WTF?

S: They’re not going to show that. I thought you preferred British television over American? British television is always more subtle.

Me: I know, but still – they could have given something more than a stupid montage.

S: They got married. That wasn’t hard to figure out.

Me: What? LOL!

S: Molly has always loved him, anyone who watched the show could see that. Sherlock is probably the most emotionally constipated fictional character ever written - Spock doesn’t count because he’s Vulcan - and he finally realized he loves her too. Probably always has. They’ve been building this up from the beginning. Didn’t you ever pay attention to all the stuff he pulled? Sabotaging her date before he knew that guy was his enemy? He told her to give up on relationships. It’s not like he was joking, although it was funny. He’s literal about that stuff. He didn’t want her to date because he couldn’t cope, it was about him, not her. T really loved that part – wished he would have thought about it when he was trying to date me. Then there’s Sherlock’s temper tantrums, and getting her to do things he could do himself. It’s typical stuff men do when they’re jealous or stupid. They think they’re being smart, like no one can see through all their crap.

Me: Looking at it that way, he probably broke up her engagement, too.

S: Oh, you know he did. T called it right away. What episode was that, where he told her how important she was and basically had eye sex with her. If it had been any other woman they probably would have burst out laughing. What a guy move.

Me: Ummm, the one where he came back, that one? And, btw, I wouldn’t have laughed if Benedict Cumberbatch was staring into my eyes.

(okay, this is literally the most surreal convo I’ve ever had with my sister. I had. no. idea. she even thought about stuff like this.)

S: Well, he’s not Benedict Cumberbatch, he’s Sherlock, lol! Not real life, remember? And, yes, that’s the episode. After that scene T said, 'her engagement just ended.’ Thought it was a smooth move. I’m telling you, this is typical guy stuff.

Me: He probably caused her to doubt herself.

S: It doesn’t matter, it wouldn’t have lasted anyway. It was over when Sherlock came back.

Me: So, why do you think they got married?

S: How old is Sherlock and these guys? Mid to late 30’s? What do you think he’s going to do? Start dating? He’s not going to do that. He can barely cope with what he does feel and Molly is patient and independent enough to be his partner and she’s not needy. Which is good because he is.

Me: So you didn’t see her as weak with unrequited love?

S: Where would you get that idea? Who cares if she’s loved him the whole time. It’s not like she sat around waiting for him to do something about it. She has life and must have felt he cared too, otherwise she wouldn’t have stuck around. She’s not one of our girlfriends who has no self-will or independent thought, and lives in a constant state of angst because her boyfriend or husband is horrible and we have to constantly tell her to leave. It’s not real life. Besides, Molly is sane and helps him connect to people and the world, like John does. Speaking of which, wasn’t it the episode before this one where John gave Sherlock that big speech about how a relationship would make him complete?

Me: Yep, he did. But, he was talking about Irene Adler.

S: Oh, she doesn’t matter.

Me: No?

S: He doesn’t love her. She’s every guy’s fantasy, it’s not real. T still believes Drew Barrymore will adore him if they ever met. Keep dreaming, big guy. Anyway, the writer’s set up some big dramatic relationship thing with John’s speech. So, you knew something was going to happen between Sherlock and Molly.

Me: It’s called foreshadowing.

S: Sherlock is completely ignorant about how to do relationships and love. He trusts Molly with his feelings and heart – she kept his secret for two years about being dead - and now that he knows how much he loves her, why would he let her go? He wouldn’t do that. The only way to keep her around is to marry her. At least that’s what I think. Or, maybe they live together forever…although if I were Molly he’d have to come to my place because it’s so much nicer and she can make him leave when he’s annoying or too clingy. Besides, his place is too dangerous and it’s more like an office than a home.

Me: I just read an interview this morning from Steven Moffat, the show’s creator and writer, who said that Molly was wounded by what happened, but Sherlock was devastated. He went on to say Sherlock apologized, Molly called him a 'bastard’ and they got over it. Then he added that Molly probably had a drink and shagged someone. What the hell, right?

S: That doesn’t sound like the character I saw, but then you probably shouldn’t take stuff like this so literally. I’m sure Sherlock apologized and you could see he was devastated. She almost died – I mean, I was holding my breath and wondering if they were going to kill her. Honestly, that was the most heart-pounding part of the whole episode. Of course he was devastated, but Molly was really hurt. She thought he was making fun of her and they both thought that whatever they did have together was over at the end of that scene. Maybe what the writer is saying is that they had sex together? That would make more sense after something this horrific. Wouldn’t you? I know it’s not real life, but if you were Sherlock and realized you loved someone and that person almost died, those emotions are powerful, overwhelming and mess with your mind. They probably had sex first and then he told her what happened. You know, like couples have sex after they argue.

Me: I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.

S: The whole show is a romance, with some mysteries thrown in. It’s not Hollywood, it’s very subtle. I thought you minored in English composition and literature? You should know this stuff.

Me: I do, but just thought I’d get your take. Hey, let me ask you one more thing…there’s this idea that John moved back into Baker St.

S: Why would he do that?

Me: Probably because he did that in the books, only it was very different because they (S / J) were much older and Mary had already been dead for a long time. Of course John didn’t have a kid in the books, at least not that anyone knew of. Although, I think there’s some pastiches that suggest, or give him, a child.

S: I can’t think why that character would do something so dumb and irresponsible. He’s smarter than that. Baker St isn’t safe for a baby and why would he or Sherlock want a baby around all the time?  It’s Sherlock’s office with a bedroom. His kitchen is contaminated and he keeps body parts around. They meet clients and really dangerous people come there. Plus, John has his own house. If he did anything, maybe he should experience what single mother’s go through and have to take care of his child after working all day and saying 'no’ to things because he has to put his child first. I understand people helping out right after Mary died. Mom had all kinds of help after our dad died, remember? But, this isn’t RL and he and Sherlock have their 'the game is on’ thing, so the baby is going to be sent to be with others.

*** Pretty much the end of of our convo, unless someone wants to hear about how we planned an outing at Sephora and met for lunch…. Probably not, right?


Phone call from daughter, who is known as 'K’ – another casual viewer.


K: So, did you watch?

Me: Of course. Watching it again, to be honest. What did you think? Just give me the Molly / Sherlock low down.

K: Wow, he really lost his shit, didn’t he?

Me: Yup.

K: I honestly thought they were going to kill Molly.

Me: I was a bit worried too. So, what do you think ended up happening between them? We were only given a few seconds.

K: They got married or living together.

Me: Have you been talking with your aunt?

K: No, why?

Me: Because she said the same thing.

K: It’s the only thing that makes sense.

Me: Why do people keep saying that?

K: What else is Sherlock gonna to do? He could barely do stuff without her before he knew he loved her, and now that he knows, it’s not like he’d let her disappear.

Me: Wow, I guess something’s just aren’t that obvious to me. (just kidding, of course)

K: Yeah, well, you don’t watch much television, so maybe you don’t notice stuff.

Me: You don’t think they’d date for a while, that sort of thing?

K: Why? Like Mike (her boyfriend) said – Sherlock just got played by two women.

Me: I don’t understand.

K: The evil sister set up the test for Sherlock to get Molly to say I Love You, right?

Me: Yeah.

K: But, that’s not what it was about. Molly wouldn’t say it until he said it first, because she thought he was playing a game and making fun of her. But, his sister had been watching Molly and maybe watching Sherlock too and knew Molly loved him but would never say 'I love you’ unless Sherlock said it first. But, Sherlock is thinking he just has to get Molly to say it, when the real game was about getting him to say it. But, he’s not going to say it, he won’t even consider it, because he’s an emotional dwarf. So, the only way to get him to say it was knowing Molly wouldn’t, thereby applying the appropriate pressure needed for him to grow the fuck up and get some balls. Well, that’s what Mike said, but I agree. Molly didn’t know she was being played, but his theory still works.

Me: So, his sister played Dolly Levi.

K: No, she’s just bat-shit, fucking crazy and didn’t care. She wanted the thrill of the ride. She doesn’t understand emotional attachment

Me: But, why married?

K: Maybe not married, but they’re definitely living together in a committed relationship for life. Sherlock isn’t capable of anything less. I mean, he could be, he is smart, but I doubt it. God, mom, he railroads her all the time. He would literally implode if she went off and found someone else. I mean, think about the few genius people you know. They have no idea how to do shit and need normal people to help them.

Me: I don’t think he’s that bad off.

K: Maybe not, but he was shooting up all last season because he couldn’t cope with the changes with his friends. John got married, Molly was engaged. He was able to be part of John’s life, but not Molly’s. And he spent most of this season high as a kite. He almost overdosed on the jet when they shipped him off for killing that guy.

Me: Part of that was because Mary asked him to save John.

K: Yeah, but not the jet part. He doesn’t cope with loss and there were other ways to help John. He was dying, mom – headed toward renal failure. Maybe now that he has those memories about his sister, he’ll be able to do better and won’t have the need to self-anesthesize. Plus, he finally understands he loves Molly, like really loves her and being with her helps him stay grounded – she keeps him centered. It takes a village to raise Sherlock.

Me: True dat. So the coffin part was pretty intense.

K: It was. But, he was scared, emotionally vulnerable and couldn’t manage what he was feeling. He had to vent and the coffin was handy. I also think he realized how much he’s hurt Molly. Not just the phone call, but all the other stuff he’s done. She couldn’t trust him and almost died because of it. He got to see what he caused, the consequences of his bullshit. He didn’t know that. He never connected the emotional dots about why she couldn’t say 'I love you’. So, yes, I think he married her and probably will never, ever do another thing to cause her any doubt. His life is too dangerous to put his bullshit on her, leaving her not knowing when he’s being a douche and doing his fakey mcfakerson shit, or being serious. And, why wouldn’t Molly want marriage or a committed life with him? She’s been on the ride since the beginning and it’s better for both of them to be on the same page. They’re both kinda lost without the other.

Me: Right on. So, the I love you was real?

K: Later, mom.

*click*


So, there ya have it. Two perspectives from non-fandom people. I love Sherlollians, even the ones who don’t know they’re one. : )

Hummingbird Pattern

Hi!  I got a request for the pattern to my hummingbird, and I definitely think the world needs more hummingbirds in it, so I’m going to give it a go! Unfortunately, I did a lot of guesstimating as I went, so this is not the best pattern I’ve ever written up :-/. As usual, if anyone uses this pattern, please link back to my page, and also send me a picture! I’d love to see what people make!

 I used a 3mm hook, and the pink and white were just scrap yarns I had lying around (probably Red Heart Super Saver). Frustratingly, I can’t find the green yarn that I used! I think maybe… when I bought it the lady kept the label when she wound it? (I am definitely outing myself as a yarn noob, I mostly buy the cheap stuff and getting it wound up like that was a new experience for me!)

If anyone recognizes it, help me out because I’d like to know too! It’s a very pretty green/brown that looks a bit glossy, frays easily, and is a little thinner than Red Heart Super Saver yarns…

Okay on to the pattern!

^Body:

The idea behind the body is that I made a small dome for the head, then unevenly added increases to the back and decreases to the front to make the body arch backwards, then decrease so that it came back down to a point. For the color changes, I didn’t end up having it look perfectly smooth, but I just made the change each time as I saw it lining up. Also, I made mine a key chain, which is totally optional, the only thing I did was after starting the magic circle, I used the excess yarn to tie through the metal loop.

  • green yarn: 6 sc in a magic circle
  • green yarn: (1 sc, 1 inc) x 6 to make 12 stitches
  • green yarn: (2 sc, 1 inc) x 6 to make 18 stitches
  • green yarn: (3 scs, 1 inc) x 6 to make 24 stitches
  • green yarn: 24 sc 

From here on out, almost all the rows have a color change in them - I just picked one side to be the front and always aligned the colors to each other, to me it didn’t matter if it was at the start of a row or in the middle, as long as the changes match up.

  • green: 13 sc, pink 11 sc (24 stitches)
  • green: 13 sc, pink 11 sc (24 stitches)

After these rows, it starts to feel a bit complicated, but again it was just increasing on the back and decreasing on the front to make the back sweep away from the head - I know that seems counterintuitive, but it’s just the way crochet works, it basically makes the tube shear instead of curve, if that makes sense. - I usually spaced each increase and decrease out with one sc in between.

  • decrease 2x on pink, 2x on sides, increase 3x on green, and have one more pink on each side (23 stitches total - 13 pink, 10 green)
  • decrease 2x on pink, 2x on sides, increase 3x on green, and have one more pink on each side  (22 stitches total - 15 pink, 7 green)
  • white yarn same as pink row, increase 2x on green (24 stitches total - 15 white, 9 green)

at this point, i inserted two 6 mm safety eyes between the row of green and the first row of pink, about one stitch in from the start of the pink. I also just used a black sharpie marker to draw the black line at the green and pink division between the eyes. Here’s the head so far compared to a Google image search picture - the beak is just a toothpick that I’m using as a placeholder, I’ll put the stuff for the beak under the rest of the body pattern, but importantly, DON’T COMPLETE THE BODY BEFORE ADDING THE BEAK - Continuing with the body:

  • white same, increase 3x in green (27 stitches total - 15 white, 12 green)
  • white same, increase 3x in green (30 stitches total - 15 white, 15 green)
  • replicate above row: (30 stitches total - 15 white, 15 green)
  • decrease 1 in white  at the front (29 stitches total - 14 white, 15 green)
  • decrease 1 on each the side to make it more symmetric (i needed on in green, on in white (27 stitches total, 13 white, 14 green)
  • decrease 1 w on each side, (25 stitches total, 11 white, 14 green)
  • decrease 1 w on each side, (23 stitches total, 9 white, 14 green) 
  • decrease 1 w on each side, inc 1 in green (22 stitches total, 7 white, 15 green)
  • decrease 1 white on each side (20 stitches total, 5 white, 15 green)
  • decrease 1 white on each side (18 stitches total, 3 white, 15 green)
  • decrease 3 green, crochet completely in green (12 stitches)
  • (1 sc, 1 dec) x6 to make 6 stitches
  • end in a point by skipping stitches until closed.

^Beak

Okay, you should probably add the beak in around row 10ish, but I just kept all the body together for continuity. I experimented a bit with the beak, trying for different looks. Eventually I used a ~ 2in scrap of black yarn and painted 1 inch of it with clear nail polish so that it became stiff - I’m pretty sure there are better methods for stiffening yarn, but this worked ok for me. I then threaded the unstiffened bit into the piece and tied it tightly before stuffing.

^Wings (make two!):

These were tough, I will definitely admit that I didn’t get them to look quite even, and took terrible notes on how I managed it. One piece of advice is to make both before attaching, so that if they end up way too different, you can make a third and choose which it matches the most closely to!

  • 6 foundation sc (foundation single crochets are great and look up a tutorial if you don’t know them, they changed my life!)
  • This got a bit weird: I turned the piece and then did 5 foundation sc perpendicular to the first 6 - basically instead of going back across the fsc’s after turning, I pulled a loop through the first stitch, then foundation sc’d and continued outward as if that was my first stitch…

 This made that wide angled underside of the wings. Now each time I crocheted a row, I sort of messily hooked in the first row of fsc (the one that is perpendicular to the row you just made) until I couldn’t any longer… I’m sorry this isn’t the best explanation, but crochet is a magical wonderful art that is very lenient to fudging, so please go at it bravely!

  • turn, sc 6 (leave one off at the end)
  • turn, sc 5 (leave one off at the end)
  • turn, sc 4 (leave one off at the end)
  • turn, sc 3 (leave one off at the end)
  • turn, sc 2 (leave one off at the end) 

I sewed the wings on at where the white met the green, attaching it at least several stitches so they weren’t too flimsy - for me the wings curl a bit but I suspect with different yarn or with some blocking they’d stand out straighter.

^Tail:

Similar deal with the tail as the wings I’m afraid - I fudged this a lot, and it isn’t symmetric, but when I sewed in onto the body I curved it around so that any asymmetry was basically hidden.

  • foundation sc 5
  • turn the piece and foundation sc 8 perpendicular to the first 5
  • 10 rows of 8 hdc - the half double crochets make the more undulating shape, and each time I came to the other row of 5 I messily hooked them in, which is why the shape turned out slightly narrower at the top than at the bottom. The narrower top is what I wrapped around the point of the hummingbird body and sewed it on, again it was a bit curled but I think it looked better that way.

And that is it! I think the biggest thing is that with each part I didn’t aim too much for perfection, the body can be squished and the wings and tail aren’t perfect, but I think overall it gives it some character! Good luck, and please feel free to message me if you have questions on the pattern, I know this one is not the most straightforward…

anonymous asked:

Can you please do Yoosung reacting to MC being a teen mom? Thx in advance 😘

Alright so as you can see, I sort of veered off a little bit with this request so I’m sorry about that! Out of every character, I see Yoosung as being the best dad so I got a bit carried away with this one! So thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


  • Yoosung smiled to himself as he finished moving his clothing in his closet to make space for your clothing
  • Even though the two of you had only been on a few dates together, the love that the two of you shared was strong and evident
  • When you told Yoosung that you didn’t have enough money to pay for your apartment rent and that the landlady was kicking you out, he immediately asked if you wanted to stay with him
  • He wanted to get to know you better and Yoosung thought that living together would help strengthen your already powerful bond together
  • Yoosung was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on his front door, he rushed over and skidded to a stop
  • “Hey MC, welcome to your new home! Here let me help you move-” Yoosung stopped mid sentence when he saw tiny hands clutching your thigh
  • A small face peaked out from behind your waist to reveal a child that resembled you, making Yoosung gasp in surprise
  • “Um, hello to you as well Yoosung. I uh want you to meet Minho… my, my son.” You finished your sentence without meeting Yoosung’s eyes which you knew were widened with shock
  • “Oh! Does his mean that he’s my daddy?” The little boy asked you with a curious look as he stared at Yoosung
  • Yoosung’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when he heard Minho speak, he knew that you were only nineteen and this little boy had to be at least three years old
  • Not wanting to pry while in front of your son, Yoosung bent down so that he was level with Minho and ruffled his hair saying “Well, I’m not your dad Minho but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends! Come on inside, we can unpack yours and your mom’s stuff then go to a nearby park.”
  • Minho jumped for joy as you mouthed ‘thank you’ to Yoosung who nodded understandingly as he helped bring yours and your son’s luggage inside
  • Once the three of you were finished unpacking for the day, you, Yoosung, and Minho went to the park as promised, you and Yoosung sat on a bench while watching Minho play on the playground
  • “Do you want to talk about it MC?” Yoosung asked with concerned and understanding laced in his voice as he intertwined his fingers with yours
  • “Yes, you deserve to know Yoosung. I gave birth to Minho about three and a half years ago. The father, Minho’s father… isn’t a very nice person. Let’s just say, I was never planning on having children for a very long time but his father didn’t care. As soon as Minho’s father found out that I was pregnant, he left me, only leaving behind some nasty bruises on my skin. I promise you Yoosung that I love and trust you with my entire heart.” You said with sadness in your eyes
  • Yoosung could only nod, he couldn’t believe that someone would leave you and your unborn child behind, he never wanted to be a man like that
  • “I know saying this won’t help, but I’m so sorry MC. Even though I was a little surprised to see that you had a son. I mean I can never be a good enough father figure for Minho but the two of you can still live with me for as long as you need to. It’ll be like a permanent slumber party!” Yoosung said with a sad smile as you patted his shoulder
  • Just as you were about to give Yoosung words of encouragement, you heard the screams of your little boy, making you and Yoosung rush over to him
  • Minho was sitting on the grass with dribbles of blood on his arm and large tears steaming down his cheeks as you asked your son in a concerned and terrified voice what happened
  • “I-I saw a b-bunny and wanted to pet him b-but he w-wasn’t a very nice bunny and b-bit me mommy!” Minho wailed, he cried even louder when you tried to touch his arm
  • “This is bad MC. If Minho got bitten by a wild animal then it could very easily get infected. We need to take him back home now.” Yoosung said in a serious and steady voice
  • He carefully picked up Minho, who buried his face in Yoosung’s chest as he continued to cry his little heart out, and the three of you quickly went home
  • Yoosung grabbed some antibiotics and started disinfecting Minho’s wound, the little boy squeezing your hand and you tried calming the little boy down as he cried every time Yoosung tried to dab some of the medical solution onto his bite mark
  • “S-stop papa Yoosung i-it hurts!” Minho cried out yet again, Yoosung sighed and told you two to wait as he left and when he came back, he handed Minho one of Yoosung’s old stuffed teddy bears
  • “Here Minho, this is my old stuffed teddy bear and his name is Happy. Every time you hold onto him he’ll give you the strength you need to succeed in anything! So if you hug Happy then he’ll make sure that when I clean your wound, it won’t hurt!” Yoosung said as you nodded in agreement to your son
  • Minho nervously agreed and cuddled the teddy bear tightly to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut as Yoosung was finally able to properly disinfect your son’s wound and bandaged it up
  • “Wow, it worked! Happy really did help me! Thanks so much papa Yoosung for helping me, I love you!” Minho exclaimed as he have Yoosung a huge hug, you noticed the giant grins on both of their faces
  • Once making sure Minho’s wound was completely okay, you and Yoosung tucked him in bed as he tightly held onto his new teddy bear whispering “Goodnight mommy, goodnight papa Yoosung, and goodnight Happy! I love you all so much!”
  • Yoosung quietly shut the door to Minho’s room, he felt a warmth inside of him at your son’s words as you hugged Yoosung’s waist
  • You kissed Yoosung’s cheek, saying “Maybe you should be a pediatrician instead of a veterinarian since you took such good care of Minho. But seriously, thank you Yoosung, for everything. For letting me live with you even though I didn’t tell you about my son, for understanding my situation, for helping Minho’s wound. I really can’t thank you enough for everything but I can always show you my gratitude if you want.“
  • Yoosung turned bright red but the two of you giggled as he gave you a sweet kiss but then his eyes widened and said “Oh! I should find some cookies recipes that me, you, and Minho can make for tomorrow night’s dessert!”
  • You softly laughed as you watched Yoosung scurry to the kitchen, you smiled to yourself thinking that Yoosung was wrong with his statement before, he would make an amazing father to Minho and eventually a loving husband
We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 17

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Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

In this chapter: Isaac, the twins, what about lunchtime detention and some claustrophobia?

Word count: 3017

A/N: Again I’m sorry if there’s a delay between chapters, I would’ve post it before but I got sick and couldn’t write. But here it is! And as always, a big thank you to @maddie110201​ who proofreaded and corrected some mistakes! You saved my life again! (none of the gifs are mine)


In the end, nothing serious happened to me. The worst was Stiles’ presence, which made me more and more uncomfortable. Not that I didn’t love him, on the contrary. It was precisely because of my growing feelings towards him that I felt uncomfortable. I couldn’t love him and he shouldn’t love me either, it would change too much of the story and I wouldn’t be able to correct the shot. I knew there was very slight chance it would happen, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

The nurse had bandaged me, looked at my wrist that looked better and let me leave. As I went out, I saw that Stiles was waiting for me near the door.

“ So?” He asked as soon as he saw me. He gnawed at his nails just before I came out, a sign of nervousness. Or worry?

“The wound had reopened, nothing serious,” I replied evasively, trying not to look him in the eye. My heart was hurting to be beside him.

But I was cursed. I didn’t want him to suffer by my fault, it was the opposite that I was trying to do, I wanted to spare him that pain.

“Okay…” He whispered sadly. The walk to our next class was in silence. We weren’t in the same class and the bell was about to ring soon so we had to hurry. But despite that, Stiles insisted to accompany me to my class even if it was going to make him late.

“See you later?” He asked me, hope in the voice. When I heard his voice and his words, I couldn’t help looking at him. Just a quick look at his face couldn’t hurt, right?

Bad idea. I remained frozen for a moment, looking at his face and his eyes without replying. Then the answer came out of my mouth without thinking.

“Of course. ”

My lips stretched to smile at him and his face lit up. I turned my back to go to my class, closing my eyes and cursing myself.

Damn it, Y / N.

I entered the classroom as the bell rang and rushed to the first seat I found.

“So how’s your leg?”

I jumped up looking at who had spoken to me to see Scott sitting next to me. He looked worried.

“Nothing serious,” I reassured him before paying attention to the class. I had to start listening in class if I wanted to get at least an average grade..

“All right, since inertia is a subject of which you all know plenty, why don’t we start with momentum?“ Mr. Harris began by writing down things that I didn’t understand at all. What the hell was inertia? I couldn’t concentrate at all.

“They’re here for a reason. Give me a chance to figure it out before you do anything. Okay? Isaac.” Scott mumbled next to me and I finally remembered. I didn’t know that the whole episode was on the same day so I began to panic a little. Isaac’s rage toward the twins was intense and would fuel future problems with some of my plans.

I promised myself that I would act only if there was an emergency. It wasn’t an emergency, but if I didn’t intervene, the worst could happen.

“Danny. What do we know about momentum? “Mr. Harris asked, continuing his class without suspecting what was happening.

“It’s the product of mass and velocity. The more massive something is, the faster it’s going.” Danny answered brilliantly as I watched Isaac tensing.

"Mr. Harris, can I use the bathroom, please?” Isaac asked and as soon as the teacher nodded to him, he rushed out of the classroom.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom too.” Scott tried as he got up.

“One at a time.”

“But I really have to go. Like, medical emergency have to go.” He tried, but in vain. I knew that even if his bladder would explode, Mr. Harris wouldn’t let him out.

“Mr. McCall, if your bladder suddenly exploded and urine began to pour from every orifice, I would still respond, one at a time.”

Knew it. He can’t go. But what if… I can?

I suddenly raised my hand.

“Yes? ”

“I have to go out … I …” I began by putting my hand on my heart to simulate pain. I knew that all my teachers were aware of the unknown disease I was suffering from. Okay, I was using it to my advantage, but it was urgent. And the effect was instantaneous.

“Go ahead,” Mr. Harris said, his eyes very worried. He even stretched out my hand to help me, but I pushed away weakly, staggering to the door. Before going out, I told him one last thing.

“I’ll be okay. Don’t interrupt your class for me.” Then I met Scott’s gaze, who was ready to jump to help me if I fell on the floor. But seeing my look, he understood. However, he didn’t look like he was okay with me going out.

As I opened the door, I saw what was going on. Isaac was advancing towards the twins waiting a little farther. I rushed towards him and put myself in front of him.

"Get out of my sight!” He ordered me, dissatisfied that somebody intervened during his fight. I clapped my hands on his chest and grunted at him. Yes, yes, I grunted. Surely the frustration of never being able to do anything good or him always looking after problems. Anyway, he was surprised enough at my growl to give me attention.

"Look.” I intimated to him and at the same moment one of the twins hit the other. Again and again. My presence didn’t change what he was doing, but now they were going to know that I was on Scott’s side and I hoped it wouldn’t cause me any problems. Like become one of their targets. I can’t believe they were that evil!

“They want to put all of this on you! Make it your fault!” I told him even if it was obvious.  I pushed him back, hoping to avoid detention, but too late. One of the twins (I don’t know which one) threw the other against the floor and he slipped at our feet.

“ Damn it. ”

“What is this? What’s going on? "Mr. Harris’s voice made behind us and Danny rushed to the twin on the floor that had to be Ethan.

"You all right?”

“He just … he just came at me …”

“Isaac, what the hell did you do?” Mr. Harris asked Isaac before turning his head towards me. “ And you. How dare you use your disease as an excuse to get out and…”

"He didn’t do anything!” I tried, crossing Scott’s look a little behind. Oh shit. He didn’t know about my illness.

But now he know.

"You will discuss it in detention on lunch time.”


"Don’t let it bother you. It’s just lunchtime detention. If all they want right now is to piss you off, then don’t give in. They’re just trying to get to you.”  Scott explained to Isaac as he walked quickly to his locker, me behind them who followed in silence. I had the feeling that if I spoke, Isaac was going to tear my tongue out. He was angry. And I was going to be in detention with him. Scott didn’t seem calmer, especially not hearing from someone else that I was sick and I had lied to him.

"It’s not just me.” Isaac said to Scott pointing a scene in front of us, Aidan talking with Lydia.

For Christ sake. I really had to appreciate them for wanting to save Aidan from his death in the next season. But damn they’re getting annoying now!

“What about tonight?” Aidan tried to seduce Lydia.

“Nope. Studying. ”

“I could help you.”

“Do you have an IQ higher than 170?”

“Okay, so you could help me.” The alpha tried again and in front of Lydia’s silence, he concluded that she didn’t refuse.

“Tonight then?” And as the only answer, Lydia smiled at him, patting his chest and left. Aidan looked at us afterwards, a big satisfied smile stamp in the face.

“What?” Scott grunted.

“Now they’re getting to you.” Isaac informed him.

“Thanks captain obvious,” I couldn’t help but said as I grabbed Scott’s hand gently into mine. He turned his head towards me and I felt his expression soften.

“I have a plan.” I said.

"You need to tell me everything after school, Y / N.” He said instead of answering. And I could only nod my head.


I didn’t have a plan.

All the confidence I had a few moments ago disappeared entirely during lunchtime detention. I began to stress, to look around me to see some other unlucky students, but also Isaac and Allison.

And I knew that even if they ended up together, those two didn’t really appreciate each other right now.

Isaac didn’t trust me, but for Allison, I didn’t know where her level of friendship was with me. I loved Allison a lot, enough to continue my mission just to be able to save her. But what about her?

But there, sitting in the classroom waiting for Mr. Harris’s sentence when I already knew it and knew the risks involved, I felt helpless. What plan? Seriously? Okay, I had managed to calm Scott under the suspicious eye of Isaac, but to get to what?

Nothing.

“The two of you will wash all the boards in this hall,” Mr. Harris began by pointing two students to my right. “You two, reshelving the library. And you, restocking the janitor’s closet.” He finished by pointing us.

All three of us.

Isaac turned and saw that Allison was behind him and I behind her. He made big eyes and then got up to go and see the professor. I saw Allison tense, surely not very cheerful to have to be with him. She turned to me and I smiled timidly. Her body seemed to relax a bit and she smiled back.

"Mr. Harris?” Um… Does it have to be with her? “

"Now that I know you prefer not to, yes. You have to be with her.” Mr. Harris smiled at him. Okay, I officially hate this teacher. When his turn comes, I won’t even try to save him. He already knows a lot and never talks about it. And he pisses me off so much!

Isaac turned to us.

“Great.”

So we all went to the janitor’s closet, Isaac and Allison in front as I pushed the cart behind. Isaac opened the door and began to tuck inside while Allison did the same, but I froze just before the door.

“Don’t go in.” I whispered as I looked around, scared, and Allison turned to me.

“Why? ”

“ Yes, why? Do you have a vision or something?” Isaac added sarcastically, but I wasn’t in the mood to laugh. One of the twins was going to lock them up, we couldn’t stay here.

"Are you okay?” Allison asked Isaac, seeing him have a little difficulty with the task, abandoning her attention from me to carry it on him.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m just not a big fan of small spaces,” Isaac replied.

“Guys, please, you really need to get out …” I tried again pointing the outside where I was still standing. “Now.” I added, biting my lip.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid of the twins. They were still on Deucalion’s side and would kill if he asked them to. And even if I knew they would eventually repent, I preferred not to confront them.

Okay, I was really scared. My only defense was a voice in my head and a pain that was making me spit blood! I had no claws, no arrows, no katana. And my last experience with uncontrollable wolves had almost killed me, I was still a little traumatized.

"Y / N …” Allison began, but I interrupted her, the panic seriously gaining me.

“Otherwise I’ll scream, I’ll scream so hard that Scott will come and see what happens!” I told them in the hope that it would be enough.

“Then scream and we’ll see if your brother come,” Isaac said to me aggressively, surely tired of my strange attitude and my mania to want to control everything. But when he turned back to me, his face grew pale.

“What?” I asked with wide-eyes, feeling a chill run through my neck and my legs becoming weak, like every time my body was filled with fear. And a moment later I was pushed hard into the closet, falling on the floor and the door slammed behind me.

"Oh no!” I panicked as I got up. "I told you to go out there! Why does no one ever listens to me, why?” I grabbed my hair as Isaac tried the door handle, hyperventilating.

"You knew?!” Allison asked me.

"Of course she knew! She knows everything! Derek must be right, you are with them and you torture us from within!” Isaac began to be furious, knocking harder and harder against the door.

"Isaac! Isaac, calm down! ”

“I want to get out! ”

“Isaac, it’s okay, we’re getting out!”

“Allison …” I started feeling tears of panic rising to my eyes. “Stay behind me.” I said as I stood in front of her while Isaac was still screaming he wanted to get out.

Then he stopped banging and turned his face towards us, his eyes shining with a golden hue.

"Isaac, don’t do that!” Allison shouted as she walks to put herself in front of me. She felt the need to protect the innocent at the cost of her life. Isaac didn’t think a second, saw his target and grabbed her by the throat.

I don’t know what came over me, an uncontrollable adrenaline rush or a new urge to play the hero, but I threw myself on Isaac and hit him with my fists.

” Let her go!” I screamed at him, but all he did was give me a claw strike on my arm so hard I fell backwards, shouting.

And it was immediately after that the door opened abruptly and Isaac was pulled out of the closet. Scott looked at Allison and then me and his gaze became golden as he headed toward Isaac to take him by the throat to the ground, shouting his name. I didn’t need to get up to see that he was automatically calming down.

Allison came up to me and helped me up. I held my wounded arm against me and walked slowly outward with her help, still shaken by what had just happened.

“I’m okay. I’m fine. "Allison said to Scott, then looked at me. "But I don’t think she’s okay …”

Indeed, I was still shaking. It wasn’t Isaac’s fault, only a bad day. Everything was putting me on the nerves and stressed me terribly today. I shouldn’t have panicked like that, it was stupid. And my legs that didn’t want to stop shaking…

Scott stepped toward us and placed a hand on my cheek, as if to bring me back to reality. I looked up at him to show that everything was fine and he looked at the condition of my arm. The cuts looked less bad than the one Boyd had made on my leg, but I was still hurt and the wound burned me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t … I didn’t mean to do that … I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not his fault.” I mumbled, sniffling, eyes still plunged into those of Scott who seemed to think. He let go of my arm gently.

“I know.” He replied mechanically as Isaac continued to sob. “ I guess now we know they want to do more than get you angry. They want to get someone hurt. ”

“So are we gonna do something?” Isaac asked.

“Yeah. I’m gonna get them angry. Really angry.”  Scott answered and I could see all the rage that lived in him. But as I was about to add something, he quickly turned to me, his eyes still angry. I got so scared that I started shaking again.

"And you.” He almost grunted. "Stop putting yourself in danger! A disease? Serious enough for all teachers to know, but not me? “

"Scott …” I tried weakly as I walked toward him, leaving the support Allison was giving me.

“ No. You go to the infirmary and then you go home! ”

“But …”

The rage then left Scott’s eyes, which filled with water. He put his hands on my shoulders and spoke to me with concern.

“I shouldn’t have gotten you into this. I shouldn’t have let you get into it. Now they’re going to target you too. And you have no way to defend yourself… ”

“Scott …”

“I don’t want you to get hurt again.” He told me and that was the end of the discussion. I couldn’t reply to what he had just told me. He seemed to care so much for me.

But my life was worthless, I was going to die anyway. I didn’t even know if all I was doing was real. So I took his hands on my shoulders between mine and looked down into his dark eyes.

“I’ve been involved in all this, whether you like it or not, since I’ve been here … you can’t protect me all the time, or stop me from putting yourself in danger for you. For Allison, for Isaac, for Stiles. I refuse to stand by doing nothing. I refuse to let people die. So you let me do it or I do it anyway? ”

I saw him sighing.

“Nothing can change your mind huh.”

“Nope.”

“The girl has guts,” Isaac said as he stood up. “I’m starting to appreciate her. I’m not trusting her, don’t get me wrong. ”

“That’s enough for me,” I said. “Let’s make some alphas angry.” I mumbled, smiling, my confidence now back.


In the next chapter: Revenge and mistakes


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Don’t You Want Me? (Jooheon x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) YA’LL. WHAT IS GOOD???? It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything and what a great way to return then with some Monsta X? I’ve recently fallen extremely hard for this group of boys and I’m already in way too deep. Help, I’m drowning in Wonho and Shownu’s back sweat. Ew, okay that was gross. Anyway, without further ado, here’s some yummy first-time smutty smut with my dimple-faced angel Jooheon (◕‿◕✿)

Originally posted by destinybbb

You couldn’t ever say no to Jooheon, no matter what the request, big or small. You were already a huge pushover, but when it came to that dimple-faced angel, you were completely powerless to him. So when he begged and pleaded to go camping down by a popular creek to celebrate your six month anniversary, he didn’t have to try too hard to break your will.

You liked camping, but you didn’t love it like all the crazy outdoors nuts. You liked laying out in the sun to tan, eating the delicious camping food, and just lazing around without a care for what time it was or what you had to get done. You didn’t love, however, the bugs, the unpacking, the packing, the greasy hair, and the stink that just clung to you no matter what you tried.

But you would put up with it, for Jooheon, because you loved him more than anything…and you also had a surprise in store for him.

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grey-so-little  asked:

Creative roadblock eh? Well...I'm fascinated with how u write Sidon/Reader exploring each other's different bodies (I blame u entirely for that with the gills hahaha). What about maybe Sidon's interested in finding the reader's sensitive bits this time, or maybe he does it by accident? (like with the gills in your other fic while they were swimming!) Or u could explore Sidon's other sensitive parts or any wishes he has - I'm always a big fan of him being spoilt with affection :D x

I have turned this into a whole story and here’s the first chapter! I miiiggghhhttt have gone overboard….

Note: In my stories, Zoras domain is far larger than it appears in game. It’s more like an actual city with a big, fancy Royal Castle. And there’s a lot more stores and Zoras living there and houses and such. I figure the center civilization of an entire race should be pretty darn big, and in game it’s probably only not because of technical limitations.


You were still feeling overwhelmed by the initial tour of his bedroom when Sidon led you into the adjoining private bathroom, and once more you were almost sent reeling by the unimaginable style and splendor that greeted you.

Like every other room in the palace and all of Zoras domain, the room was hand carved from the regions beautiful blue stones, and the ancient masters had clearly spared no expense on this particular room. The walls were covered in impossibly intricate murals of what you assumed were representations of everything from great battles to peaceful rivers. It was all so seamless that the entire room felt like one big beautiful piece of art.

And the tub, holy Hylia the tub. It was more like a swimming pool, dug straight into the floor of the bathroom and forming the grand centerpiece of everything. A fish shaped fountain in the center spouted water in a gentle, steaming flow that kept the water rippling steadily like a natural body of water. Ideal for Zora comfort, obviously. The pool was so big you had no doubt countless Zora could fit, and it was going to offer you and Sidon more than enough room…

“Are you speechless?” Sidon asked, making you realize you’d just been gawking at his private bathroom this whole time. Clearing your throat, you tried to find the most delicate way to hide the fact that you were overwhelmed.

“It’s just uh… very big. And fancy.”

The quick addition at the end of your sentence made him chuckle.

“This room, and all those adjoining, have been passed down to the oldest son for many generations. I’ve lived here since I was old enough to leave the Royal nursery. The splendor is something I’ve become… accustomed to.”

“It’s definitely very fitting for a prince.” You said, stepping inside to get a closer look at all the overwhelming details. On a second look, you were able to see that most of the pillars holding up the cieling were actually life sized statues of long gone Zora heroes. Beautiful as they were, you felt it’d be a little awkward to have their crystal eyes staring at you while you bathed…

“Perhaps someday I’ll show you the king’s chambers, they put this to shame.” Sidon said, walking beside you before dropping to one knee. Closer to your height, he took both of your hands in a single palm and put on his cheekiest grin. “Of course, it’s only logical I’d be living there with my spouse.”

The tease got the blush out of you he was looking for, and your immediate indignant huff made him move on with a chuckle. He waved a hand as if to brush away the joke.

“Ah, but enough talk of the future. Tonight, I must ensure you receive the bath I promised.”

“I could have just gone to one of the bathhouses and been clean by now.”

“Nonsense, my sweet minnow. You trekked the entire path to Zoras Domain alone just to surprise me with a visit. You have become dirty and tired on my behalf. I must reward this favor.” He lowered his eyes and his voice to a more sensual level. “And after experiencing a royal bath and a night in my own personal water bed, I believe you will be thanking me.”

Now more in control, you replied to his attempt at seduction with a tease of your own. “I have a feeling his Highness has other reasons for getting me in the tub.”

Sidons hand went to his heart, as dramatically as if he’d just been struck. “You wound me, even after I offer you so much.”

“Then let me apologise.”

The mood of the room shifted as you both understood what you’d just started. The prince reacted wordlessly, moving his hands to your shoulders and moving in to touch his forehead to yours. Your lips were together before you knew it, and it wasn’t until he was tugging you toward the tub that you realized you weren’t quite ready to get in yet.

“Hold on, let me get out of these first…” You spoke up, going for your sweaty travel top. Sidon watched you remove the outer layer of your top, taking it from you and setting it neatly on a shelf before making an interesting comment.

“Ah yes, I often forget about the clothes. We have no need of them…” He said, bringing your attention to his own lack of covering. As silly as it sounded, you often forgot about his lack of clothing. The bright royal jewelery often qualified as covering in your mind, despite the fact that it hardly covered his body. He put his hands on your undershirt and purred sweetly enough to make you forget all about his clothing status. “Allow me to assist you.”

You let him remove the sweaty top, leaving you shirtless. A soft sigh left your lips as the soothing steam washed over your grimy skin and eased your tired muscles, but your sigh turned into a gasp as he shifted his hands to your pants. Biting your lip as he dropped the bulky travel pants down to your ankles, you stepped up your dominance to keep him from getting total control.

“If I’m going to be naked, it’s only fair you are too.”

His eyes widened, but immediately shifted to a smirk at your daring. Few would have been brave enough to request the prince remove his ornaments, especially while standing in nothing but their underwear.

“Anything to be fair, my minnow.”

Marichat May Day 14 - Age-Up Chat Noir

Chat gets hit with by an akuma who makes people look like they aged ten years. Marinette can not handle how attractive she finds a twenty-five looking Chat Noir.

Rated T || 1,837 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Cut Glass

The akuma should have been a quick fight, considering its powers were relatively weak. All Age-Bender did was give people the look that they’d aged ten years. Unfortunately for Paris’s two heroes, a simple fight is not what happened. Apparently, five years of judo as a civilian makes up for lame powers as an akuma.

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Remember This Tomorrow

A gif submitted by @a-sea-of-fandoms and a request sent in by @georginator-3000 turned into this. Gif is in the text.

Warnings: Mentions of injury, stabbing, fluff. 


“Sam!” you used what was left of your strength to scream out to him, not knowing where he was in this old house you had stormed into. You’d managed to kill the demon that attacked you but not before it lunged towards you, pinning you to the ground in an attempt to give you a slow death. You’d slowly edged the knife from your sleeve and stabbed her before she had chance to do any real damage but before she fell to the floor, she stuck the knife she held through the flesh of your thigh. A blood curdling scream ripped out of you as the body slumped on top of you. You were starting to panic, the pain in your leg burning and spreading. You tried to focus on keeping your breathing steady, you knew the knife was all the way through, it was stuck in the wooden floorboard beneath you, only hitting the fleshy part of your outer thigh and you were vaguely grateful for the extra weight you were carrying.

Time was moving so slowly you weren’t sure how long it was before Sam burst through and into the room, your chest was heaving with the impending shock and he immediately knelt down beside you.

“It’s gonna be OK, Y/N,” was the first thing he said, his large hand coming up to rub up your forehead and into your hair.

He pulled his outer shirt off and tore an arm from it, the adrenaline kicking in as he moved quickly, tying it around your upper thigh above the knife. You heard him shout for his brother, but you were starting to feel fuzzy, your head lolling back a little and Sam grabbed your chin.

“Look at me, Y/N,” his voice was strong and commanding and you opened your eyes.

“Oh shit…”

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My heart falls apart as it is rebroken
Time after time, wound without mend.
Forgotten and thrown to the wayside it went
Never to be held nor give love, again.

Truth is not easy, feelings repressed.
Wording is often hard to express.
Now, I lay open and full of regret
What does one have when nothing is left?

-H. Murcia 11:24PM 4/9/2017

I Promised/Bellamy Blake Fluff

Originally posted by bellamy-clarke

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Sorry In Advance(Hella Sad)

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Hurricane Thundercloud

Originally posted by fourteenyearswithpain

Warnings: Character death, hospitals, mentions of needles and tubes stuck into the human body, blood, slight gore, explosions, pain and heartbreak. ANGST AND TRAGEDY.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N This is a song based oneshot.

Word count: 2045

Based on this song

~

Albeit the circumstances, Bucky was in a somewhat spaced out feel.

The hospital wing was too clean, too pristine. The smell of antiseptics and latex gloves drowning him and making him gag. The white walls made him feel alienated, blinded and, most of all, scared. It was the sixth night of barely any sleep, the dark rims around his eyes made him look undead, his hands were shaking in his lap.

It was an accident. It should have never happened.

~

I wish that I had known in

That first minute we met

The unpayable debt

That I owed you

~

You were walking along with your cardboard coffee cup in hand, the sound of millions of footsteps in New York echoing around you as you tried to navigate to the nearest gym.

You looked up to see a tall figure walking past a group of young men, they provoked him, asking for his wallet, they were being ridiculous, the man was much taller, stronger. You watched from a couple yards away as one of the thugs reached into his back pocket for a small stanley knife. It was only a matter of milliseconds before you began sprinting up towards the group shouting ‘Stop! Stop! He has a weapon!!!’

Onlookers gasped as the thug went to lunge for the tall person in front. The man easily dodged his blade and kicked the boy in the stomach, sending him flying across the path. The other fled before they could risk the large boot.

“Excuse me, Sir? Are you okay?” You asked quietly, you got a full view of his face then, his eyes were icy blue and his lips full, his jaw was sharp and you could tell he was built like a super soldier.

“Yes Ma’am, thank you for warning me.” Bucky said, looking at the small woman in front of him, he knew the gang had weapons, but he was grateful that someone, a total stranger, could see it coming too.

“You’re welcome, may I ask your name?” He asked, timidly.

“It’s Y/N, and yourself?”

“Bucky, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N, you saved my life.”

~

Because you’d been abused

By the bone that refused you

And you hired me

To make up for that

~

“Well, you can make up for that, would you care to accompany me to the nearest gym?”

“Of course, Ma’am-”

“Please- call me Y/N.”

The walk to the gym had started a whole new chapter in your life. You were somewhat glad the gang was there that day, or else you wouldn’t have met the love of your life.

30th of October, 2016, 8:28 AM.

You peeled your eyes open, the dim lighting of the sun between the willowy blinds emitting soft lines around the grey coloured room. You turned to look at the alarm on the nightstand, the large numbers reading 8:30 AM.

You proceeded to shift out from under the covers when an arm squeezed you back to a hard chest. The familiar scent of aftershave and coal tar soap invading your nostrils.

“C’mon baby, move, some people work for a living.” The soft smile on Bucky’s face gave away that he was, indeed, awake,his strong arms holding you against his firm torso. “Okay, I get it; you’re holding me hostage.”

You pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose as he mumbled ‘we work at the same place’

“Not the point, sleeping beauty. I have training with Sam and Natasha at nine o’clock, I have twenty minutes, now scoot before I tickle you.” Bucky groaned heavily with a pout as he loosened his grip from your waist.

You slipped out from under the heated duvet, the cool morning air making goosebumps raise on the soft skin of your body. You prepared to wince as your bare feet made contact with cold hard flooring, but was greeted with the fuzzy texture of a carpet. You didn’t sleep on your side of the bed last night, so that was a pleasant surprise.

After relieving yourself, having a wash and brushing your teeth, you slipped on some lightweight sports gear and filled up your water bottle for the day’s training, you headed over to Bucky’s still resting form and straddled his waist.

“Hnnng, I thought you were supposed to be going by now?” Bucky mumbled, sloppily resting his hands on your hips.

“I only wanted to give you a good morning kiss!” You chuckled. You heard the tranquil sounds of the bird outside your window, and a small smile tugged your mouth upwards.

“C’mere then you big baby,” Bucky mumbled, pulling your face down to his. You broke the kiss before he could deepen it, and bid your temporary farewell.

10:30 AM.

DPV, formally known as the Desert Patrol Vehicle, salvaged from an abandoned 1982 Army Barracks. Renovated by Agent 4623/Y/L/N. Last MOT passed as of 8/24/16.

4th driving test track surrounding the compound. Driver: Agent 4623.

You signed the paperwork once again to your dismay. You were the legal owner of this dune buggy and you STILL had to sign confidentiality papers and whatnot. You had driving practice with Natasha at this time of the week, you both went onto the fourth track set around the compound. It was fun, the most fun exercise a person could have, and the exhilaration and speed gave you an adrenaline rush.

You were in the garage when the smell of petroleum became incredibly strong, the stench made you gag and you checked every fuel cap on all 37 vehicles, including your own, for the source. Nothing showed up, though you were weary, you buckled in and revved the engine.

You didn’t even get out of the garage when the sound of screeching metal and explosions happened right behind you. Your buggy was on fire and you scrambled out of your seat and ran for safety.

You got 9 yards outside before the explosion increased tenfold, shrapnel and different types of liquid flew everywhere. You felt an excruciating pain in your ribs and looked down to see a metal beam as thick as your ankle penetrate you through your suit, blood began to seep through the material and the adrenaline in your bloodstream faded into nothingness.

You heard Natasha’s familiar voice scream your name before your vision became blurry and dark.

~

Walking in that room

when you had tubes in your arms,

those singing morphine alarms

out of tune

~

Bucky didn’t belong here. He felt sick.

He looked down at the hospital bed in front of him, drips and tubes everywhere, a heart monitor on the left, bags of blood and water and morphine high on a hook on the right. You were in the middle of it, a bloodied white gauge wrapped around your frame, a tube placed into your nose and the sheets bunched around your waist.

You had a cannula stuck in both arms, both taped down to your skin.

Bucky didn’t even recognise the person on the bed, for she was gaunt, lifeless, she looked like an experiment. But she was just a fatal tragedy.

~

They had you sleeping and eating

And I didn’t believe them

When they called you

A hurricane thundercloud

~

The doctors and nurses, including Bruce and Cho, had kept you sleeping and eating through tubes. When Bucky shifted a chair to sit by your bed, he held your cold hand in his, his long fingers stroking circles into your skin, as if he was going to get a squeeze back. When Bruce and Cho came back to redress the large gaping wound, they suggested Bucky to leave, but he didn’t. He stayed put and held your hand as the dressings were changed.

He choked as he saw the abyss where there were snapped ribs, there was torn tissue and blood everywhere, and he couldn’t help but sob silently. He crouched down to his knees and rested his face in your hand, kissing the freezing skin with his lips, begging you to get better.

He wasn’t the religious type, but he prayed to whatever god was up there too spare you, make you better, have a longer life, to not let you be put on the top of his master plan list of names.

“She’s going to be a hurricane thundercloud, Banner.” He heard Cho whisper, he knew what that meant; a person who has lived a meaningful life but dies suddenly, he just didn’t want to believe it.

“No, no we can fix this, there must be a way.” Bruce then looked down at Bucky’s whimpering form with solemn pity.

As the redressing of your wound was finished, both doctors dissipated out of the small white room. Leaving only you and Bucky in a cloud of despair.

~

When I was checking vitals

I suggested a smile

You didn’t talk for a while

You were freezing

You said you hated my tone

It made you feel so alone

So you told me

I had to be leaving

~

As the night went on, Bucky stayed, he only left once to hastily relieve himself and that was it. He came back and unknowingly checked the monitors by your head. He noticed your heart beat had become slightly slower and took a deep breath. He heard fabric shift suddenly and looked down to see you squinting up at him.

You went to move from your rigid position but Bucky stopped you.

“No no no no, baby don’t move, you’re hurt real bad, doll.” The words came out like a stream of water’ quick, cold, sad, blue.

“Your tone… sounds so flat… it makes me sad, Buck… “ You whispered, “You’ve been here for a long time, you should leave… and get rest-” Your voice stopped as blood dripped down your chin. Bucky rushed to your side with a damp tissue and carefully wiped it away.

~

But something kept me standing

By that hospital bed

I should have quit but instead

I took care of you

~

Although you told him to leave, he stayed. He was there for a whole 2 weeks. Only leaving shortly a few times to change and wash. The stubble on his chin became scruff, and his hair was constantly tied back into a small bun. He always came prepared, with water, tissue, and a hairbrush, and your favourite book.

He would take care of you in ways the doctors couldn’t; he gently brushed your hair every morning and night, he stroked the soft skin of your wrists and arms in ways you loved, he arranged the fresh bouquets of flowers on your bedside table into colour coordinated sections- a thing you always did whenever he bought you flowers. He read to you when he wasn’t doing anything else, he asked Steve to buy that Harry Potter side book you liked, what was it called? The Tale of Beatle or something?

He whispered sweet nothings to you as he drifted off into an uneven sleep, mumbling incoherent words. It was a hectic routine, he would fall asleep and jerk awake, panicked, scared you had disappeared.

~

You made me sleep all uneven

And I didn’t believe them

~

It was the 16th night when Bruce finally came into the room for the last time, the panic button was hit by Bucky himself when blood began to seep through the bed covers and onto the floor, your wound hadn’t healed one bit.

Bucky could do nothing but watch your convulsing form as the defibrillator paddles were shocking your heart through your breastbone.

Ugly, salty tears were streaming down his face as two men tried to usher him out of the room, trying to spare him the traumatizing scene. Bucky began to scream as soon as the devastating words fell from Bruce’s lips.

“There’s no chance of saving her, Bucky, I’m so sorry, I truly am.” The sound of a flatline made Bucky fall limp, he crawled his way over to your side, his hands grasping your forlorn face. He placed delicate kisses all over your face, whilst muttering the words ‘I love you so much, Y/N, I love you so much’ over and over again. “You saved my life, but I couldn’t save yours…”

~

When they told me that there

Was no saving you

~

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The Confession of a Reluctant King

In celebration of the month of February being dedicated to the beautiful, darling crown prince and king of Adarlan, Dorian Havilliard, I have written a confessional piece for him, looking back on his life from his own point of view.

I hope you all like it. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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I don’t know if ever truly deserved love. I think my father had a lot to do with that. I never saw him show affection to my mother, never mind myself or my brother. We were just…there; a Queen, an heir, and a spare.

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Divine Intervention

So this little plot bunny wouldn’t leave my head so I finally wrote it out. Some context is that this takes place two weeks after Jamie forced Claire to go through the stones before Culloden. The only catch is they didn’t work and Claire is at Lallybroch when Jamie arrives wounded from the battle. As always let me know what you think!


It had been two weeks since my heart was torn out of my chest. Two weeks since that fateful moment at the stones. On the eve of death and desperation, my heart had tried to be noble. My love tried to sacrifice, to send me away to ensure the safety of his wife and child unborn. To ensure he would live on in some form and all wouldn’t be completely lost to the darkness of war. And by god, I had listened to him. But I now found myself at Lallybroch, instead of the future where I came from three years before.

The stones hadn’t worked. They had swallowed me up and spit me back out. When I woke from the horrid noises of the lost, from the trapped souls trying to steal my own, I expected to be back in my own time, in the forties. But I found myself in the same war-torn world I had tried to flee to ensure the safety of the baby in my belly. 

But Jamie was gone. Gone to face his death on that dreadful field of Culloden. I had sobbed harder than I ever have upon not finding him on the hill, harder than even when I was a little girl finding out I would never see my parents again. I clutched the stones of the ruined cottage where we had spent our last night together, trying so desperately to tear a piece of each other off to patch onto our weeping hearts in order to keep them from shattering entirely.

If it had only been me, I would have laid down on the ground where we last loved one another and slowly drifted off to the darkness of death, where I hoped I could see my heart once more.

But it wasn’t only me. I carried a piece of Jamie inside me, the last piece of him always, and I needed to keep it safe. He had trusted me.

So, I summed up the courage and somehow found myself back at the farmhouse that I had grown so found of. But now it was a constant reminder of what had been lost.

Jenny and Ian watched me with pitiful eyes, while I gazed at the road everyday with a sad broken piece of hope I was clutching onto. I knew he was mostly likely dead and I knew that they wouldn’t bring his body home, that he would be laid to rest on that retched moor.

But to not watch, to not look at all, was all too final. It would be throwing myself off a cliff without the knowledge if there would be water to break the fall or if I would break into a million pieces of heartache, scattered until I disappeared. That would mean I would have to accept that my other half was gone and the constant gapping wound in my heart would forever bleed with want for its missing piece.

The days went by in a blur. I ate little and slept little. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep on the bed we had shared so many nights together, instead sleeping on the lumpy chair by the hearth each night. Jenny, god bless her, tried to get me to play with the little ones and to help with the gardens, but I didn’t have the state of mind to do anything but stare at that blasted, empty road.

“Claire!”

I tore my gaze from the desolate, lonely road to see Jenny clutching a limp Mrs. Crook.

I ran over immediately to the kitchen and laid my hand on her throat, looking for a pulse. It was quite fast but beat strong enough against my fingers.

“Only a faint most likely,” I said, feeling her forehead for a fever.

“Let’s get her upstairs where she can rest for a bit.”

Jenny and I carried her weak form up to the servant’s room, laying her down on the small bed as her eyes fluttered with awareness once more.

“I’ll tend to her Jenny, don’t worry,” I said with a weak smile, reaching for a rag and wetting it in the basin to wipe the elder woman’s brow. Jenny looked me over and nodded slightly, then walked out the door.

Perhaps, I could still be of use here. Until the baby came, I could travel from house to house, tending to the sick or simply giving them advice for staying healthy. It would allow me to escape the memories that haunted me every minute I stayed in the main house, every item reminding me somehow of my lost husband.

I was still wiping Mrs. Crook’s forehead when I heard the wheels of a cart faintly from the distance, the wind carrying the sounds through the open window. I shook my head, damning myself for even thinking it could be any good news. My palms started to sweat and my heart thumped like jack rabbit in my chest.

It could be someone bringing his body back, or worse just informing us the news of his death and that he was buried on the dreadful field. Tears ran silently down my face as I thought of him being dragged through the blood-stained grass by a British solider that may have well been the one to stop his heart.

I pressed my hands hard against my head, trying desperately to stop thinking, to stop the images from flooding my mind. But I couldn’t stop them, pictures flashed without permission.

Jamie laying lifeless on the field, surrounded by his fellow slain country men. Jamie falling down after being shot. Jamie cold and pale.

Sobs tore through my chest, as I pressed even harder against my temples in despair. At least he would have been buried with his clan, with the Frasers. I felt the pressure of a hand lightly on mine and looked up to the sympathetic gaze of Mrs. Crook.

“Claire! Get out here!”

I heard Jenny yell from downstairs and my feet responded before my mind did, flying down the stairs at the tone of her voice. Not of despair, not yet. I raced through the house and out to the front door where Jenny stood, gazing anxiously at the cart coming down the road, manned by two red coats and what it appeared to be a person in the back.

Jenny reached out and clutched my hand hard. I gripped it just as firm back, both of us drawing strength for whatever news may come of the man that we both loved.

The cart slowly pulled into the arch of the front yard and I stood frozen as the British glanced at me and Jenny.

I pressed my finger hard against my silver ring, taking a deep breath to steady myself. And then I saw a flash of red in the cart and I was flying once more.

“Jamie!” I screamed, breath caught in my chest.

I ran over to the back of the cart, seeing a dirty and bloodied man with red hair in the back as I approached. I climbed into the cart, no mind of the solider who was glaring at me from his horse. I fought my way to the front and my heart stopped.

It was him. And he was alive.

A broken, strangled noise came from deep within my chest as I moved to where his head lie among the hay.

His eyes were closed and he was so still I would have thought him dead, but his chest rose and fell in a reassuring manner. He was filthy and covered in blood, his skin stained with sacrifice and endurance. His hair looked more brown then red from the dirt, but I thought he never looked more beautiful.

I continued to cry as I leaned down to kiss to forehead and brush the dirty hair away from his eyes, picking a piece of hay from his curls.

“Jamie, Jamie…love, can you hear me? I’m here, Jamie. I’m right here.”

His eyes fluttered open and if I had been standing, I would have fallen to my knees at the sight of his eyes, filled with despair and the haunting of war.

His breathing hitched as his face twitched up into a small attempt of a smile.

“I kent it woulnda be long, Sassenach. Thank ye, god,” he whispered as his hand tried to reach my face but fell back on the cart with not enough strength to find me.

I picked it up gently, as if he was a small child, and brought it to my cheek and held it there tightly.

He looked so weak and so frail, which finally set off alarms in my head to look for a wound. I gently ran my hands down his bruised body. Gently lifting his shirt to peek under it and to be met with nothing but a pattern of black and blue.

I faintly heard Jenny and Ian talking to the soldiers a few feet away as I continued to search.

Internal bleeding? I thought it could be a possibility and if so, there was nothing I could do. My hands shook as I moved down to search on his blood covered legs. I lightly ran my fingers under his kilt only to be met with sticky, congealed blood.

I held my breath as I carefully peeled the plaid from his thigh and was met with a nasty, bone deep wound in his upper thigh, inches away from the femoral artery.

I gently lowered the kilt and scooted back up to sit by his head, which was pressed against the hay once more. He was barley conscious and I could hardly blame him under the circumstances, the pain must be excruciating.

I brushed his cheek, rough with weeks of no shaving, and brought his head to look at me.

“Jamie, you’re home. You are safe.”

I patted his cheek gingerly, trying to bring him to me. “Jamie, I’m here. I love you and I’m here. It’s over now.”

His eyes rolled slightly, appraising her, blue eyes blinking into awareness. He moved his cheek so his lips rested against her palm.

“Sass…Sassenach? Claire…you…why are you here…you should be…”

Tears formed in his eyes and spilled over onto his cheeks, washing away some of the dirt and pain of the days past.

I sent a silent prayer to god and leaned down an inch away from his eyes, my tears mingling with his.

“They didn’t work, Jamie. The stones didn’t work and I thank god in heaven for making it so,” I whispered through a thick throat.

Jamie started to sob as he came to the realization I was really there and not lost to him. He shook his head slightly, shaking as I smoothed his hair.

“Love…my love. You’re here, you didna leave me,” he cried as he gathered the strength to move his hand to my heart.

“No, Jamie,” I wept, “I will never leave your side again.”

I leaned down to gently kiss his lips, the only part of him that wasn’t bruised. His lips pressed against mine with such little pressure, to weak to move but an inch.

I clutched onto him in that filthy cart for what seemed like an eternity, until someone coughed discreetly behind me. I reluctantly lifted my head from my husband’s chest as I looked at the solider leaning on the cart, the brightness of his scarlet uniform blinding my eyes.

“You’re his wife, I presume?”

I said nothing, simply glared at someone who was originally my fellow soldier now turned enemy.

He cleared his throat and took off his hat.

“Lucky man, he was about to be shot but someone saved him. He has a nasty wound as you can see, but my fellow soldier and I will help bring him into the house.”

I hesitated. I knew how badly it would hurt him to move but the was no other option.

I moved to kiss his brow. “Jamie, were going to move you, love. Alright?”

Jamie mumbled something under his breath and I took that as agreement.

It was a struggle, the two soldiers and one tenant, trying to navigate their way into the house with a large Scotsman in their arms. I hovered almost on top of them, watching Jamie’s face every agonizing step, cursing all the way.

His pain literally hurt me to see. With every grimace, I felt my heart squeeze.

At last, they got Jamie on to the bed where I could tend to him.

“Gooday, mum,” the soldier said, and turned on his heel and marched out the door.

“Good riddance,” I mumbled under my breath.

I sat on the bed as softly as I could beside Jamie, who immediately grabbed for my hand as if to reassure himself that I was real.

He cleared his throat. “The stones, the didna work ye said. I looked after…and ye werena there.”

I brushed his hand with my fingers. “No, I touched them and I went into them and it was even worse then the first time, but when I woke, I was still in this time.”

He closed his eyes in either exhaustion or relief, perhaps both.

“Jamie,” I started softly. “I’ll need to tend to your leg.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed.  “I ken that, but before,” he licked his dried lips. “Kiss me once more, Claire.”

I moved over to him, careful not to jostle him and leaned down to meet my lips with his as his hand grazed my belly which held our future.

A kiss that told all the unspoken truths we didn’t have the words to say aloud.I don’t know what I would have done without you. You are the heart of my soul. The breath in my body.

 And so we were, two pieces of one divine creation. Ripped and torn with chunks of us missing from past demons, but stitched and sown back together into one imperfectly perfect soul.