lost knife

Anything You Can Do - Part 1

Idea provided by @avengersrulez1536Hey again I have had another idea so the reader is Hook’s daughter and she’s ends up on neverland with Baelfire and they have a brother/sister bond. She fights against pan and pan enjoys the challenge and he always win but she had caught him off guard when Baelfire escapes… then years later when Henry is there she takes Henry right from pan under his nose and pan takes Henry back. She meets her father and the charmings, Emma, Rumplestilskin, older baelfire (neal)and Regina and tries to help them to save Henry but Pan has other plans for her..

Note: This was quite a detailed idea and as you can see from how long this started to get I am going to have to do it in two parts. The second part will be up at the weekend :) Hope this is looking good so far!

Peter Pan x Hook’sDaughter!Reader

Words: 2,248

Warnings: Intimidating behaviour, threats, mild sexual advances (used as a distraction so nothing too detailed)

Disclaimer: None of the GIF’s used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

“Bae hide!”

In a hushed demand you placed a hand onto the young boy’s chest before pushing him behind some of the foliage that surrounded this part of the island. He may not have spoken out to make his presence known yet but you had been here long enough to know exactly when Pan was about to make an appearance….he never did leave you alone for that long. If you didn’t know any better you could have sworn he had some crush on you the way he followed you around like a lost little puppy.

“You stay there until I say otherwise okay?”

Your whole time on Neverland had consisted of some cat and dog chase with ‘The King’ as he liked to call it. He got one over on you once and apparently that meant it was now a daily requirement to continue doing so.

He was getting closer, you could feel it, it was like his smugness was at such a level that it radiated around the entire island. For the love of pixie dust if you could just outwit him….just once, you would be the happiest person on this island. You had dreamt of seeing that look on his face as he realised that you had bested him.

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anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts about Ishida sensei's poem for the latest illustration? (Probably Kaneki's!)

I’m pretty sure it’s Kaneki now that the illustration’s been cleaned up!

White hair, black nails, and we’ve seen him naked in the fetal position a few times before.

As for the poem, at first glance I thought it had something to do with oxycodene lol. But I’m pretty sure it actually means oxygen here.

He kept her waiting.

She kept him waiting in the pool (blood)

He lost OXYGEN

She opened up his [throat] with a very nice tool (knife)

He lost OXYGEN

They needed to be [saved].

“She” snapped and cuts “his” throat open. 

I also saw someone point out that OXY could represent coordinates… I think they meant (O)rigin, (X)-axis, (Y)-axis, which in that case would give it a really nice double-meaning: “he lost oxygen”/”he lost his way” 

✨ Find What’s Lost ✨

You Need: 

✦ Apple

✦ Knife

✦ A bowl of water

Using the knife, peel the apple, placing the peel into the bowl of water. While doing this, repeat:

“Eye of water, go back in time.

Summon those which cannot hide.

I call to thee; 

Find what has been lost,

and send to me, through struggle and thought.”

It works almost immediately. Look everywhere, even if you’ved looked before. After you’ve found your item, toss out the peels (Outside if possible).

You may eat the apple.


[I got this spell from my partner, a long time ago]

10

Dylan’s journal

1: Fact: People are so unaware…. well, ignorance is bliss I guess…. that would explain my depression. - Dylan
A Virtual Book
EXISTENCES
By: Dylan
Properties: This book cannot be opened by anyone except Dylan (some supernatural force blocks common people from entering).
<<-VoDkA->>
<<-Dylan->> 
2: The 4 stages from within: most, few, some, none
Me is place outside all the boxes. 
3: El Thoughtzos
Ah yes, this is me writing … just writing, nobody technically did anything, just I felt like throwing out my thoughts - this is a weird time, weird life, weird existence. As I sit here (partially drunk with a screwdriver) I think a lot. Think … think … that’s all my life is, just shitloads of thinking … all the time … my mind never stops … music runs 24/7 (except for sleep), just songs I hear, not necessarily good or bad, & thinking … about the asshole - in gym class, how he worries me, about driving, & my family, about friends & doings with them, about girls I know (mainly - & -) how I know I can never have them, yet I can still dream … I do shit to supposedly ‘cleanse’ myself in a spiritual, moral sort of way (deleting the wads on my computer, not getting drunk for periods of time, trying not to ridicule/make fun of people (-) at school), yet it does nothing to help my life morally. My existence is shit to me - how I feel that I am in eternal suffering, in infinite directions in infinite realities. Yet these realities are fake - artificial, induced (?) by thought, how everything connects, yet it’s all so far apart … & I sit & think … science is the way to find solutions to everything, right? I still think that, yet I see different views of shit now - like the mind - yet if the mind is viewed scientifically … hmm
I dwell in the past … thinking of good & bad memories. 
4: A lot on the past though … I’ve always had a thing for the past - how it reacts to the present & the future - or rather vice versa. I wonder how/when I got so fucked up w my mind, existence, problem - when Dylan Bennet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan’s body … as I see the people at school - some good, some bad - I see how different I am (aren’t we all you’ll say) yet I’m on such a greater scale of difference than everyone else (as far as I know, or guess). I see jocks having fun, friends, women, LIVEZ. 
Or rather shallow existences compared to mine (maybe) like ignorance = bliss. They don’t know beyond this world (how I do in my mind or in reality or in this existence) yet we each are lacking something that the other possesses - I lack the true human nature that Dylan owned & they lack the overdeveloped mind/imagination/knowledge tool. I don’t fit in here thinking of suicide gives me hope, that I’ll be in my place wherever I go after this life … that I’ll finally not be at war with myself, the world, the universe - my mind, body, everywhere, everything at PEACE in me - my soul (existence). & the routine is still monotonous, go to school, be scared & nervous, hoping that people can accept me … that I can accept them … the NIN (Nine Inch Nails) song Piggy is good for thought writing … The Lost Highway sounds like a movie about me … I’m gonna write later, bye   <<-VoDkA->>
5: Da ThoughtZ Jeah
Well well, back at it, yes (you say) whoever the fuck ‘you’ is, but yea. My life is still fucked, in case you care … maybe, … (not?) I have just lost fuckin 45$, & before that I lost my zippo & knife (I did get those back) Why the fuck is he being such an ASSHOLE??? (god I guess, whoever is the being which controls shit). He’s fucking me over big time & it pisses me off. Oooh god I HATE my life, I want to die really bad right now - let’s see what I have that’s good: A nice family, a good house, food, a couple of good friends, & possessions. What’s bad - no girls (friends or girlfriends), no other friends except a few, nobody accepting me even though I want to be accepted, me doing badly & being intimidated in any & all sports, me looking weird & acting shy - BIG problem, me getting bad grades, having no ambition of life, that’s the big shit. Anyway … I was Mr. Cutter tonight - I have 11 depressioners on my right hand now, & my favorite contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much. The battle between good & bad never ends … OK enough bitchin … well I’m not done yet. OK go … I don’t know  why I do wrong with people (mainly women) - it’s like they are set out to hate & ignore me, I never know what to say or do. - is soo fuckin lucky he has no idea how I suffer. 
6: Okay here’s some poetry … this is a display of one man in search of answers, never finding them, yet in hopelessness understands things …
Existence … what a strange word. He set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing relevant to himself. The pretty declarations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the undefinable, of the unknown. He explores the everything … using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions … the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then occurring to him, the answer. How everything is connected yet separate. By experiencing the petty others actions, reactions, emotions, doings and thoughts, he gets a mental picture of what, in his mind, is a cycle. Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever existent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers conceive questions, and at long last he is content. TTYL  <<-VoDkA->>
7: Thoughtz                                                                                                          Yo … whassup … heheheheh … know what’s weird? Everyone knows everyone. I swear - like I’m an outcast, & everyone is conspiring against me … Check it … (this isn’t good, but I need to write, so here ….                                             Within the known limits of time … within the conceived boundaries of space … the average human thinks those are the settings of existence … yet the ponderer, the outcast, the believer, helps out the human. “Think not of 2 dimensions”, says the ponderer, “but of 3, as your world is conceived of 3 dimensions, so is mine. While you explore the immediate physical boundaries of your body, you see in your 3 dimensions - L, W, & H, yet I, who is more mentally open to anything, see my 3 dimensions. My realm of thought - Time, Space, & THOUGHT. Thought is the most powerful thing that exists - anything conceivable can be produced, anything & everything is possible, even in your physical world.” After this so called “lecture” the common man feels confused, empty, & unaware. Yet those are the best emotions of a ponderer. The real difference is, a true ponderer will explore these emotions & what caused them. Another … a dream.                                                                                         Miles & miles of never ending grass, like a wheat. A farm, sunshine, a happy feeling in the presence, Absolutely nothing wrong, nothing ever is, contrary 180 (degrees) to normal life. No awareness, just pure bliss, unexplainable bliss, The only challenges are no challenge, & then … BAM!!! realization sets in, the world is the greatest punishment. Life.                                                            8: Hypnosis place - It is a sky - with one large cloud, & sort of cloud-made chair - the sun is at the head of the chair … 10 o’clock up into the sky … Below, I sometimes see mist, & the green (forest green) earth - sorta a city, yet I hear nothing. I relax on this chair - actually like a chaise - & I am talking … to what? I don’t know - it’s just there, I have the feeling that I know him, even though I consciously don’t … & we talk like we are the same person - like he’s my soul … The everlasting contrast …                                                                              Dark. Light. God. Lucifer. Heaven. Hell. GOOD. BAD. Yes, the everlasting-contrast. Since existence has known the ‘fight’ between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good, the ‘people’ on the earth see it as a battle they can win. HA fuckin morons. If people looked at History, they would see what happens. I think, too much, I understand, I am GOD compared to some of those un-existable brainless zombies. Yet, the actions of them interest me, like a kid with a new toy. Another contrast, more of a paradox, actually, like the advanced go for the undevelopeds realm, while some of the morons become everything dwellers - but exceptions to every rule, & this is a BIG exception - most morons never change, they never decide to live in the ‘everything’ frame of mind!              Laterz           <<-VoDkA->>                                                                                   9: <<-VoDkA->>’s Thoughts                                                                                   The - Situation                                                                                                             It is not good for me right now (like it ever is) … but anyway … My best friend ever: the friend who shared, experimented, laughed, took chances with & appreciated me more than any friend ever did has been ordained … “passed on” … in my book. Ever since - (who I wouldn’t mind killing) has loved him … that’s the only place he’s been with her … if anyone had any idea how sad I am … I mean we were the TEAM. When him & I first were friends, well I finally found someone who was like me: who appreciated me & shared very common interests. Ever since 7th grade, I’ve felt lonely … when - came around, I finally felt happiness (sometimes) we did cigars, drinking, sabotage to houses, EVERYTHING for the first time together & now that he’s “moved on” I feel so lonely, without a friend. Oh well, maybe he’ll come around -> … I hope.               That’s all - for this topic - maybe I’ll never see this again. (-> ô=-   -=ô)                 <<-VoDkA->>                                                                                                                10: My 1st Love????                                                                                               OH my God … I am almost sure I am in love … with -. Hehehe … such a strange name, like mine … yet everything about her I love. From her good body to her almost perfect face, her charm, her wit & cunning, her NOT being popular. Her friends (who I know) - some - I just hope she likes me as much as I LOVE her. I think of her every second of every day. I want to be with her. I imagine me & her doing things together, the sound of her laugh, I picture her face, I love her. If - soulmates exist, then I think I’ve found mine. I hope she likes Techno … :-)             -, I love you                                                                                                             - Dylan

hargreaves1999  asked:

00q-prompt. So Q might not be much strength wise but I imagine him pretty agile and flexible. Either through parkour or gymnastics. Scenario 1: Q gets himself into a spot of trouble, the 00's and Q-branch are holding their breath and he shocks everyone by doing some mindbending stunts to escape. Or Scenario 2: Some sort of competition between MI-5 and MI-6 and the tasks are chosen randomly. The quartermaster is asked to do an almost impossible obstacle course and obliterates the competition.

Thank you for the prompt, @hargreaves1999! I hope you enjoy it <3

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To encourage morality and to possibly induce positive votes (instead of scrunched-up noses and piles of vomits) about the approaching meeting to discuss merging MI5 and MI6, someone had come up with the stellar idea to have the members of these two agencies meet up in a friendly competition.

Whoever the fool was, they had failed to comprehend the fact that when it came to competitions, winners and losers abound, “friendly” was the furthest thing from people’s minds.

Especially when it involved spies. Spies would hardly be spies if they brushed off losing with a laugh and a handshake.

At least Mallory had had the sense of issuing an internal message that no one, from any department whatsoever, was allowed to tamper with the competition in any possible way in order to maintain the honor code of fair play.

And if your ego is somehow bruised,” the man had included. “Walk it off.

As in, “please spare me the extra paperwork and don’t try to maim anyone if you lose.

But because it was a written message, the Double-Os pretended as though Mallory hadn’t specifically been aiming at them when he made such an announcement.

And In that scope of so-called ‘fair-play’, everyone’s names were entered to later on be randomly generated through a program to select the competitors.

Q let out a long-suffering sigh as he walked down the hallway that led to the arena where the next phase of the competition was taking place, working on his tablet still. Really, he didn’t understand why they kept insisting on feeding his name into the list. As if being a department head didn’t entail enough work and troubles already.

-

One thing for certain, morality, indeed, was high.

And so was agitation.

After Angie from accounting, their Angie from accounting, had miserably lost the knife-throwing challenge, the scores were 74-86, in favor of MI5. In this instance, which agency reached 100 first would be deemed the winner.

The obstacle course was their only remaining chance, and looking around, Q sincerely hoped a Double-O would get picked so they could just be done with it. Dealing with sulky Double-Os was even worse than dealing with fussy toddlers. At least toddlers weren’t homicidal with government-issued licenses to kill.

Suppressing another sigh, Q attempted to distract himself from all the building tension by turning back once more to his faithful tablet as the referee explained the instructions for the last challenge.

“This is to showcase your physical agility, so no equipment allowed. 40 points to the person who arrives first and makes it under 3 minutes and 30 seconds. 30 to the person who arrives first between 4 minutes and 3 minutes 30 seconds. 20 points to the person who arrives first over 4 minutes!”

That put them quite at a disadvantage.

So when the random generator began running, a lot of people were tensed.

The person on the Mi5 team was announced first. Someone from the security team.

“From MI6… Quartermaster, Q-Branch!”

Half of the crowd froze.

Q looked up and blinked. What?

-

“You can always use the Switch mode, you know,” Bond said helpfully. “We’ve still got that left.”

Switch mode: choosing someone from within the same department as the competitor to replace said withdrawn/indisposed competitor. They hadn’t exhausted this yet, while MI5 had already.

Q made sure his trainers were well in place before starting his warm up routine.

“Come now, Bond. Have faith in your quartermaster,” Q’s lips quirked up some.

“I do,” Bond replied without missing a beat. “Just that it’s quite a long obstacle course.”

“I know.”

“And you’re still doing it?”

Q smiled. “There’s a guy over there who calls himself Merlin that’s the head of the MI5 technical team. I won’t give him the chance to gloat.” He turned to Bond. “Besides, I’m getting myself that money from the betting pool.” His green eyes glinted mischievously. “Our department can use a bit of extra on our budget anyway.”

Bond couldn’t but smile himself.

-

So, when the whistle blew and Q dashed ahead and maneuvered over the obstacles with near graceful effortlessness, everyone’s jaws dropped.

The entire arena went silent before cheering shouts erupted from the crowd.

-

Q promptly finished first at 3 minutes 32 seconds.

Hmph. He was getting rusty.

i had a dream that i donated my left fingers to this random guy who lost his in a knife fight and also lin manuel miranda got legally married to a slice of pizza

Bruises and Knifes

Fandom: Creepypasta
Characters: Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, (mentions of Masky, Hoodie, Sally and Ticci Toby)
Relationship: Jeff x reader
Request: Can you do a creepypasta Jeff x reader where the reader gets hurt and jeff feels guilty and doesn’t speak to her for a while and just fluff
You limped to the mansion through the woods, your blood running down the side of your face and out your legs. Slender had send you on a ‘easy’ assassination for a man who was investigating his and the other pastas past and he was getting too close. So you had to put an end to it.
Except he had been expecting you. Well, not you exactly, but someone with the same intention. His house had been rigged with traps, all but one you managed to avoid. You had plunged the knife through his heart when he kicked something behind you that caused a number of things to fall on you, heavy things.
You couldn’t remember what exactly, but you had a nasty slit down the side of your face, bruises up and down your body but the biggest one stretched right up the back of your leg. Then the house light up with flames and you had to get out of there quick, so you ran out (first making sure he was dead). On the one hand, it meant that it would look like he had set up traps and one of which caused the fire, which the police would put down as an accident and no one would be connected. Also, all evidence of the creepypastas existent would be burnt along with the body. But it also meant you had a couple of burns on your hands and arms and you had lost your favourite knife.
You winced as you continue through the forest. You were wearing tights with a mini skirt and a elbow length top which showed off your full chest. You also wore heeled boots that you could run in and black hoodie.
It was nearly 3 in the morning so you knew everyone would probably be home and getting ready for their beds so you had no hope of someone finding you if you were to stop till 8 o’clock tomorrow night (when everyone would start to head out). So you knew you needed to keep going.
“Come on slender!” you called out in pain, hoping he might be looking for you since he expected you back by 12.
“Easy job, my ass.” You cried out as you wiped your blood out of your eyes alone with a tear of pain.
You heard a rustling behind you, making fear run through your body. Normally, you would have smirked, but if it was Smiles or Rake, they would just smell blood and since their eyesight wasn’t very good, they might attack you before realising who you were.
“[y/n]?” You turn and see Jeff walking up to you, a frown on his face. He looked you up and down and inhaled sharply.
“Why are you covered in blood?” He asked, walking closer and whipping a bead of blood off your face with his sleeve.
“I could ask you the same thing.” You laugh, nodding at his blood covered hoodie. It seemed he had been on a killing spree and it had gone well. He didn’t even laugh but furrowed his brow further.
“Your hurt. Badly.” Jeff stated as you stumbled to the side slightly, his arms wrapped around you to keep you steady. But you let out a hiss of pain as he had pressed against a bruise.
“Yeah. Fucking idiot had set up traps and I ended up being crushed while driving my blade through his chest.” You spit with venom. Even though he was dead, you were still pissed. You started to limp forward with Jeff supporting you but every couple of yards, you needed to stop and hold the back of your leg which was throbbing.
“Let me see.” Jeff says, a little harshly but you ignore it and show him the bruised skin. His mouth fell open at the sight of it as he runs his fingers gently over the flesh, making you wince.
“its bad, isn’t it?” You ask, leaning against a tree.
“how the hell did you get back this far?” He shook his head and stood up. When he came back to your side, you expected him to help you like before, however, he scooped you up in his arms bridal style. Your cheeks erupted in a blush as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
You could never admit it but your heart belonged to the smiling serial killer and it had done for some time. He had taken you under his wing when you first came to the mansion and helped you understand each and every creepy pasta. Because of him, you were able to become very close friends with each one, but none could replace Jeff, not even little Sally.
“Jeff?” You ask, your voice shaking a little. He slowed down a little and turned his face to look at you as you rested your head on his shoulder. He grunted to confirm he was listening. You were more scared of telling him what happened to the knife than all the pain in the world.
“I- well. When he set the place on fire, I had to get out quickly. And, I left my knife.” You burst into tears as you hid your face in his neck.
Jeff had given you that knife and you initials were sketched into the handle. He had given it to you on your first anniversary at the house.
Jeff suddenly stopped and stared at you. You waited for the scolding or yelling as to how clumsy you had been and how you should have known better.
But he didn’t say anything, but started to walk again, his eyes on the path ahead.
You took back what you said earlier, this worried you more.
He didn’t speak to you the whole way home, neither did he look at you.
As you both came into the clearing, you saw Slenderman, Hoodie, Masky, Sally, Eyeless jack and Ticci Toby standing outside on the porch. Slender was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. Everyone else just looked worried.
Sally was first to spot you and Jeff, pointing at you and calling out your name.
You saw everyone look at you and their slightly worried faces became worse as they saw the blood and jeff carrying you.
Slender was in front of you in a second, swiftly taking you from Jeffs arms. He transported you inside and into the living area, placing you on the wooden dinning table.
Everyone ran in the room as he pulled off your hoodie to show the bruising up and down you arms. He also took a pair of scissors and cut off your tights from mid thigh down so you could keep your dignity.
You heard a number of hissed breaths and ‘ohh’s at the sight of your skin and suddenly everyone was scurrying about. You assumed Slender had spoken in their heads as not to worry you.
Eyeless Jack had ice and Hoodie and Masky had rags and a tub of water to clean up your cuts. Sally bounced up with a pillow to put under your head. You smiled sweetly at her as she even offered you her teddy.
“No, no, sweetie. I might get blood on him and he wouldn’t be happy with me.” You reach out and push a strand of her hair out of her face. You knew it was well past her bed time, so you said of her to go to bed and you would be all better by the morning. It wasn’t true, but she went up to her bed anyways.
“You don’t have to do this.” You sit up as Eyeless Jack rests the ice on your leg and Masky dapped your cuts.
“[y/n]. You are badly hurt, of course we have to do this.” Hoodie playful dots your nose with a wet rag before raising it to clean your head. You laugh and shake your head slightly.
Tobi came back in with Slender.
“[y/n]. Tobi has agreed to take your tasks for the next couple of weeks while you heal.” Slender informed you. You smiled gratefully at Tobi who just waved back.
Soon enough, you were clean and Slender lifted you up stairs to your room. As he was walking along, you heard a bang come from Jeffs room. You tried to get out of Slenders grasp to go and make sure he was okay but Slender wouldn’t let go.
“No, child. Leave him be for now. You concentrate on getting yourself healed.” He slightly scolded you as entering your room.
For the next few weeks, you would spend your time limping around your home. You noticed that there was no sign of Jeff and when you did see him, he would walk away from you. It wasn’t fair because normally you could run after him but you were stuck with this stupid limp. But you still tried and the result was you falling and getting more bruises (for which Slender would scold you). But you stopped trying eventually. You wouldn’t even look at him now when he came in because you were hurt. Not physically, even though you were, but emotionally. At first you thought it might be because he doesn’t want to see you in pain but as you healed, he continued to keep his distance. You had asked Eyeless Jack about it but he just shrugged and said he didn’t know what was up with Jeff. You had tried to knock on Jeffs door but no answer even when you knew he was there. So you stopped.
Now, you were sitting in at the dining table with a book in one hand and a spoon in the other as you ate cereal. It was 11pm so everyone was out, even Slenderman had said he had a couple of things to take care of. You were nearly fully healed, bar your leg so Slenderman said that next week you could start working again.
You heard the door behind you open and someone walk in. You assumed it to be Slender.
“You know, normal humans really have no idea how to write a decent murder scene. Like, look.” You hold the book over your head to show him. “The blood was splattered on the ceiling. The guy used a kitchen knife, not a god damn chainsaw.” You criticized as you brought the book back down. You heard a snicker behind you and looked over your shoulder to see Jeff. He looked awful. His hair was all over the place, he had dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and his hoodie was hanging off his shoulders.
You froze at the sigh, instantly regretting talking before looking to see who it was. You didn’t want him to think it was okay the way he has acted the last couple of weeks. So you turn away and give him the cold shoulder, making a ‘hmf’ sound.
Jeff walked around to sit next to you at the massive table, so you turned your body in the opposite direction. You heard him get up and sit on the other side so you turned again. You heard him sigh but he didn’t move.
“So now you are just going to ignore me?” He poked your shoulder, making you look at him.
“Oh, and what have you been doing the last few weeks, Jeffery?” You spit, using his full name like a mother scolding her son. You saw him wince a little but you didn’t take it back.
“Look, im sorry, its just I had a lot to think about.” He turned his head a little so he wasn’t fully facing you anymore, but you spun around, slamming your book on the table and making his jump.
“No, nope, nu-uh. I needed you, Jeff. And you walked away from me so many times. It took longer for me to heal because of the amount of times I tripped trying to follow you. I don’t know, maybe you had to help me in the forest because you thought Slender would be annoyed at you if you didn’t, but still. Even checking in on me now and again would have been nice. I thought I meant something to you, even as just a friend. But apparently not.” You snapped, grabbing your book and standing up, ready to storm out but Jeffs hand wrapped around your wrist.
“No, [y/n]. You don’t understand.” He tried to pull you back but you ripped your hand away and run up to your room. You heard him following you so you slammed the door and locked it from the inside. You heard him slam the full weight of his body against the door so you stepped away.
“Go away.” You cried, throwing your book at the door.
“God damn it. Open up!?” He banged on the door with his fist.
“No, fuck off.” You felt tears running down your cheeks as your voice broke. A part of you wanted to open the door, but the other was terrified.
The thumping stopped for a moment then started again.
“No, no [y/n]! Don’t cry. Let me in.” His voice had softened dramatically but you just wrapped your arms around yourself, shaking your head even though he couldn’t see. After a while, the thumping stopped and you stepped closer to the door, pressing your ear to hear Jeff panting.
You fell to your knees and cried silently into your palms. Well, as silently as you could, but you knew he could hear you.
“Its my fault.” You heard him half whisper, half growl.
“What?” You place your ear back against the door to hear him better.
“You were hurt because of me.” He growled louder and you hear him punch a wall, most likely putting a hole in it.
“What do you mean? Its not like you were there.” You shake your head, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand.
“But I should have been! I was meant to get that job but I said I didn’t want to do it because it was my night off, so Slender gave it to you.” Jeff was on the other side of the door now, leaning on it. “I should have at least gone along with you. But no, I was too selfish and let the woman I love get so badly hurt she couldn’t walk! And to top it off, she was more afraid of telling me that she had lost somethings. That knife is replaceable, you are not! I cant live without you in my life but you were – are- afraid of me.” He said the last sentence in a whisper as he covered his own mouth to stop the whimper that was about to escape.
You froze. He loved you? But that couldn’t be possible. You pushed yourself up and unlocked the door, opening it to see Jeff on his knees outside your door, his hands covering his face as he cried. His crying hid the sound of the door opening so you kneeled in front of him and carefully slipped your arms between his arms and over his shoulder so when you hugged him, his hand came away from his face and you buried your face in his neck.
You felt him freeze, then wrap his arms around you and squeeze you tightly. One of his hands came up to stroke your hair as he pulled you closer to him. He whispered your name in your ear so many times you had lost count as you both sat there in each other’s embrace. Both of you were shaking slightly.
You were the first to break the contact, making Jeff stare at you with side eyes. You took his hands and stood up, bringing him to stand up with you and you lead him into your room and close the door. You turned to see Jeff standing staring at you with worry in his eyes.
“Do I scare you?” He asked, squeezing your hand a little.
“Sometimes, when you get angry you do.” You look away from him as you fell his hand slip out of your own.
All of a sudden, you felt his warm lips pressed against your as his hands rested on your hips. You were shocked but quickly kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss was soft and sensitive, as though he wanted to show you that was what he would be with you.
Your lips moved against his until you needed air, but you kept your forehead against his as you slightly panted.
“I would never hurt you. In the forest, I wasn’t angry at you, I was angry at myself for not being there for you. But I started to realise there was no way you could ever love me back and all I could ever bring you was harm. You were crying in my arms over some stupid Knife because you thought I would be upset even though you couldn’t stand. You deserve so much more than that.” He whispered, his eyes bore into yours the whole time he spoke but he looked away and turned his head as he said the last bit. You cupped his cheek and brought his face back so you were looking him in the eyes again.
“Jeff. I love you, too. I always have. I know you would never hurt me, but im scared you’ll hurt yourself.” You felt his hand come up to rest on your cheeks, his thumb rubbing small circles as his mouth opened a little at your confession.
“You love me?” He whispers, as if you were telling him something totally insane but you nodded.
Jeff then leaned in to kiss you with such passion and desire, your knees nearly gave way.
His arms wrapped around you and he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he spun you around. You could feel the happiness radiating off him while you had to pull away from the kiss to laugh. He just smiled up at you as he stopped spinning. You ran a hand over his cheek and let your fingers brush over the dark bags.
“Come on. You should get some sleep.” You press a soft kiss to his forehead before jumping out of his arms, taking his hand and leading him to your bed. He smirked at you.
“Maybe you should go to sleep.” He growled playfully as you shook your head and sat in the bed.
He instantly lay down and pulled you into a hug so that your body was on his right side and your head resting on his chest, his fingers running through your hair.
You listened to his heart as his fingers gradually stopped moving as he feel into a deep sleep. You leaned up and placed a soft kiss to his cheek before cuddling back into him and letting sleep take you.

Okay but sheith angst

Most of the fanfiction I have read that address The Blade of Marmora have made an assumption.

Keith and Shiro sit down and talk about this or that, but everything I have glosses over the assumption that Keith is fully aware what he saw during the trial was an illusion After the fact

But Keith doesn’t know what the audience knows.

When if he thought that illusion really was Shiro and still thinks it?

What if he is worried sick and tip toeing because he realizes Shiro ACTUALLY THREATENED TO LEAVE HIM and then proceeded to Walk away. Sure he came back but Keith trusted Shiro with everything and he nearly lost him over that knife.

I need more fics to mess with this because I have been having feelings about it for awhile.

Let’s Play Nurse

Sister Winchester - Let’s Play Nurse

Pairings: Young Sam Winchester x young Sister Reader, teenage Dean Winchester x young Sister Reader // teenage Sam Winchester x teenage Sister reader, Dean Winchester x teenage sister reader, 

Y/N = Your Name

Warnings: Blood, cuts, gashes and Dean in pain 

Disclaimer: PLEASE DO NOT USE BULL DOG CLIPS TO HELP CUT ARTERIES. I had heard of a off duty nurse doing this once on TV just letting you know. I have no medical experience what-so-ever. 

Word Count: 1712

Summary: When you were little you loved playing nurse with your brothers, now at 15 you have to put your skills to use to save Dean after a hunt goes wrong. Everybody is counting on you to pull Dean through. 

A/N: Hey firstly i have medical experience at all so sorry if some of this stuff doesn’t add up to those of you who know more in the area of health. Like I don’t even know if it’s plausible to cut an artery in your abdomen. Anywho Secondly,whilst re-reading through this one I realised I have put my Australian lingo in a little so I don’t know where you guys come from but it should still work. Also hopefully you will enjoy this new little story. Thirdly the gifs are not mine obviously and the last one of Dean is a lot older then I envisioned but just use your imagination hahaha. Please enjoy and sorry for my rookie skills once again. Love you lots. 


“c’mon Sammy please”

“it’s only a little cut Y/N, calm down it’ll be fine”

“Please Sammy I need to disinjecte it”

“It’s dis-in-fect, not disinject sweetheart” Sam chuckled as he wiped his cut finger on his shirt. He was just cutting up an apple for you when he lost concentration and the knife slipped. He swore loudly making you run into the motel kitchen hugging your favourite teddy. You took one look at the blood running down Sam’s hand and ducked back out of the kitchen. You returned to Sam with your nurse costume, a plastic stethoscope around your neck and was pushing the first aid kit along the worn motel carpet.

At this moment Dean looked through the window to see the situation playing out. Dean was returning from the corner store with a newspaper under his arm and a grocery bag in his hand. Dean was 12 so he could go out of the house by himself. That left 8-year-old Sam to look after you, the 6-year-old baby of the family. Dad was a salesman, Dean said and should be home tomorrow or the next day after that.

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Dean saw you in the nurse costume and Sam’s bleeding hand and put two and two together and smiled. He stepped right into character as he walked through the front door of the motel. He walked over to Sam inspecting the cut. “Hmm this is not good, not good at all, Sammy. You could end up losing your hand with this cut, maybe even your arm if we don’t act quickly” he stated shaking his head with a frown crossing his face. Dean turned to you with importance, “Nurse, thank goodness you’re here, this boy needs immediate attention”. Sam rolled his eyes and gave one hell of a bitch face to Dean. Dean just sniggered at Sam but you were beaming. Grabbing Sam by his good hand and pulling him to sit at a kitchen chair.

20 minutes later, Sam’s hand was cleaned, disinfected, had two Band-Aids applied in a cross formation. It was wrapped up in a bandage, and then you had also made a sling for Sam’s hand to rest in, across his chest.  “Thanks squirt I feel a lot better now” Sam went along with your game even though all the bandaging made his hand more uncomfortable then before. He went through all this just to see your proud smile at the end, “My pleasure, patient Sam.” You beamed, “Now it is very important that you drink plenty of water and get some rest, Nurses’ orders” you winked.


You had been pacing in front of the motel window for the last half an hour before returning to sitting on one of the arm chairs and staring at the uninteresting news. Surely they shouldn’t have been this long, you thought. Dad, Dean and Sam had been going on hunts together for a few years now. Sam was 17, Dean was 21 and you were 15. You hated being left home by yourself waiting. You did research mainly and prepared a meal for them to come home too, but you felt useless just waiting. 

You had matured quickly in this lifestyle and had taken the role of the comforter of the family seeing your mother couldn’t serve this role anymore. Your family depended on you even though you were the youngest, your wisdom and strength out shone there’s on occasion. They couldn’t believe you were 15, when it seemed only yesterday you were applying an excessive number of bandages to minor cuts and grazes between the boys. You continued this line of interest and became a talented healer and nurse. You were always stitching the boys up, popping a shoulder back into place and cleaning a wound.

Then the flash of headlights pulled into the car park belonging to the Impala pulled you back to reality. You jerked up from the uncomfortable armchair, when the door flew open with Sam helping a limping Dean into the room, your father closely behind. All of them had blood on their clothes from fresh cuts.

“Bring him here” you commanded Sam as you pushed everything off the table top to make a makeshift bench. You supported Dean’s lolling head as he was placed on the table, “Dad can you grab a pillow for Dean’s head…Dad!” John snapped back to reality and did as you told, he was never very good in these situations, “Could you also boil some water please…thanks Dad” you added. You were never hard on anyone in these situations because everyone will always handle high-stress situations differently. So, you tried to be soft and sweet as you knew they will copy your lead as this was the only time when you were in control of the family.

“We thought we had it cornered and we were almost done with the job” Sam informed in a shaking voice as you were removing Dean’s jacket to discover the blood soddened shirt underneath, “But then it ran up the trees and before we could see where it went, it launched at Dean and…”. You pulled Dean’s sticking shirt from his flesh to see three jaggeder claw marks. They belonged to the werewolf they were hunting. 

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“I pulled it off Dean and Dad killed it soon afterwards” Sam finished. He had his own set of claw marks across his left cheek. But for now you were more concerned with Dean. The gashes begun at the top of Dean’s left shoulder and slid down to the bottom of his rib cage. Dean’s breathing was erratic and uncontrolled mixed with gasps and grunts of pain. You were worried as you suspected him to be going into shock. You picked up Dean’s hand in the hope to ground and support him. Dean held onto you hand tightly “Hey Dean-o, shush, you’re alright now” You soothed as Dean’s weepy eyes darted to find yours. He looked scarred and that was unusual for him. Your throat started to choke up as you couldn’t help but be affected by seeing your brother in pain and fear, “Hey, you’re okay mate, I’ll get you something for the pain but I need you to try and control your breathing, Sam will help you alright”, Dean nodded and you smiled back at him whilst you past Dean’s tight grasped hand over to Sam. You exchanged a look with Sam to check he was alright himself but Sam just nodded and held Dean’s hand. You crossed to Dean’s other side as Sam started to instruct Dean to breathe with him. “Sammy I’m going to need you to push down firmly where my hand is, whilst I get something to help Dean’s Pain” you instructed Sam. You lifted your hand and blood started to spew out immediately before Sam’s large hand pressed down on the cloth soaking the wound. Dean winced in pain as silent tears trickled from the corners of his eyes as you were trying to find a suitable pain reliever. You would do anything to have access to actual hospital medicine but you settled for the powdered Kratom for now. You mixed two ounces of the brown powder with honey and half boiling water and half tap water (you didn’t want to burn Dean’s tongue) before tilting Dean’s head up to painstakingly tip the drink down his throat before resting his head back down. He let out a sigh a little while afterwards and stopped to shake, it had worked. You then began to inspect the gashes themselves. You peeled back the bandage that Sam was pressing down and your worst fear was brought to life, a cut artery. You felt the world spinning as the blood continued to gush out. “Y/N? What is it?” Sam fretted. He was worried seeing you losing your grounding. The memory of Dean’s young voice floated into your mind, “Nurse, thank goodness you’re here, this boy needs immediate attention”. You collected your breaths and thoughts, you would not crumble, you would not give in. “Bull dog clips Sammy” you deadpanned. Sam’s eyebrows became lost in his hair as they rose so high and his eyes bulged. He knew what that meant and quickly let go of Dean’s hands to retrieve the clips before throwing one to you. You didn’t look into your brothers faces as you fastened the clip to the severed artery. Even under the natural sedative Dean screamed in pain from the pinching bull dog clip. 

He was pale and sweating as he thrashed in pain. Sam was trying to calm him whilst holding down his good shoulder. “Dad!” you called and John ran into the room, “Please hold Dean down” you instructed in your disconnected monotone voice. Please clot you thought, Please God just clot. It was an excruciating waiting for it to clot but when you checked the artery again and it had just clotted but was extremely fragile. You kept the bulldog clip in place and administered more of the pain reliever. Then you began to work on the rest of the gashes. You pulled out pieces of the werewolves’ nails, leaves and small rocks. You cleaned the wound and started to sew them up in neat stitches. You fetched a cold tea towel and dabbed Dean’s forehead and behind his neck. Whilst you waited, you cleaned yourself and then attended to Sam’s gashes on his face finishing with securing them with paper stitches. Sam was falling asleep whilst you attached the last one in place. Finally, the artery had clotted, blood could move freely through it and you were free to disinfect the surrounding tissues and sew up the deep gash. With gentle hands, you wrapped dean up from the top of his shoulder to the bottom of his rib cage in fresh, soft bandages. You stood back and stretched. After about three hours working on Dean you had finally finished. You pulled his boots off and fetched a rug and draped it across his body. You washed his shirt in the sink and heard the peaceful snores of your sleeping brother and sighed in relief. With heavy eyes, you pulled a chair next to the table Dean was sleeping on and rested your arms and head on the table. Dean woke from his light slumber to put an arm around your shoulders before both of you falling asleep.  

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“If you kept up the gangster shit and scared away any of my customers, I would’ve had to mess up my wall again.”

caitiebearski  asked:

Okay listen to this, I have this headcannon that hiccups dagger in the first movie is his mother's and his dad gives it to him when he's old enough and after the first movie toothless finds it for him and he keeps it until he meets his mom and after the second movie gives it back to her.

omg that’d be really sweet, but I think there’s a nice symbolism with leaving that knife lost. So we first see Hiccup with that knife when he pulled it out to try and kill Toothless, and Vikings (at that time) are supposed to fight and kill dragons. So that knife is associated with the “Viking way of Life” Hiccup threw that knife away when he met Toothless. He’s giving up the Viking Way to befriend a Dragon. That knife staying lost would kinda be like saying that mentality is in the past.

I do like the idea that it was Valka’s though. Like she left it (the knife and Viking-life) behind, but it’s not until when Hiccup throws it away that Viking/Dragon relationship changes

Hair Ties Bind Us

Josh Dun Imagine

Because why not

Title: Hair Ties Bind Us

Word Count: 2232 

Rating: T

Summary“I honestly couldn’t have finished the show without you.”

The lights flashed brightly, displaying red and white across the ecstatic crowd of people. It was near midnight, but you felt as if you had just woken up. It was the third time listening to the same set list backstage, but each and every time the songs were played it was like an energy electrified them with a new power. You could feel the sound of the drums resonating, which sent chills up your spine.


Mark, a family friend, made a few connections and got you on board for a small nationwide tour with a band that just so happened to be your favorite – Twenty One Pilots. You grew up a few doors down from him and your families became close friends over time. It wasn’t until recently that you reconnected, turned out he still acted the same and your friendship continued as if nothing had separated the childhood bond. In honor of your nineteenth birthday your parents were allowing you a year of traveling before college, thus allowing you this first freedom away from home.

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“Hahahaha, ah Stricklander, you are always hilarious!”

“I…wasn’t joking,  Ásketill…”

“Haha…ha…oh…”

(I’ve been messing around trying to learn how to draw his troll-form all weekend, and I lost patience on his knife collar…also picture isn’t done which is why Stricklander has no torso details whatsoever and Ásketill is missing horns. I do want to color it properly too.)