move with caution

Based on this prompt! (This prompt really went places, lol)

Keith was a little shocked to say the least. He hadn’t expected Lance to say yes to sparring together when he asked at breakfast, but Lance had seemed almost flattered when Keith asked.

The two were now walking towards the training deck, and Keith was absently chattering about a new swing kick he perfected when a loud thud interrupted his words.

He craned his neck to glance over his shoulder and found Lance lying flat on his back with his eyes closed. Cursing under his breath, Keith closed the short distance between the two and dropped to his knees beside Lance.

Lance’s face was scrunched up, clearly visually showing pain, but, Keith thought, pain from where? There was a thin sheen of sweat coating Lance’s forehead, and Keith hesitantly pressed his palm to it, stomach dropping at the heat coating his palm.

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The Archetypes in Action.

Whether in Film or Literature.

Aries- That character that can’t wait to go on an adventure, even though everyone else tells them to move with caution. The one that pushes people, for good or for bad. Hot headed, protective and spirited. One of the first to fight through dangerous situations. 

Taurus- The character that wants a simple life, only for some kind of chaos to ensue completely out of their control. They make reserved company, only for strength and stamina to arrive when they really need it. Sensible and dry humoured. Admires physical delights, materialistic.

Gemini- The trickster character, changeable and witty, always ready to trip people up, prince or pauper. They will be the mischievous one, the one with sparkly eyes and a way of looking at life with much curiosity. Intelligent and communicative. 

Cancer- The character that nurtures the others around them, that provides support, yet will also react strongly to the events that take place. Intuitive and receptive to others, they will make strong bonds in even the most unlikely of circumstances. 

Leo- A just leader, yet with underlying egoism, Leo would be the loyal and brave character with assertion yet warmth. They could have a bit of a hero complex, but would be committed to protecting the vulnerable. Theatrical and humerous. 

Virgo- A cautious character, worrying about the health and well being of the ones around them. They would also be a brainiac of the group, seeing logic and patterns that many would miss. Yet this all partakes with grace and sensible qualities. 

Libra- A character wonderful at calming tense situations and arguments, exceptionally talented at bringing a sense of ease into the mix. They are diplomatic, charming, and are able to make themselves a match to many people. The primped one or the dandy. 

Scorpio- An enigma character, someone that is not easy to get a grasp of when first meeting them. They may turn out completely different later in the story, yet throughout, they are talented at dispelling situations. They have emotional intelligence and raw expression. 

Sagittarius- Wonderful with humour and adventure with a certain lightness radiating from them. Recklessness and irresponsible qualities may follow, yet they always manage to make you fond of them despite this. Like Gemini, they may take on the role of the trickster. 

Capricorn- The character with the solid plan, the support system for many of the other characters, also the one to be relied on. There is wisdom, maturity, dry wit and lessons that come with this character, yet also an old soul and melancholic expression. 

Aquarius- The rebellious character, often doing exactly what they have been told not to. They are cerebral, intelligent and eccentric, often adoring shaking things up, especially archaic qualities and systems. May come across as somewhat anarchic and insensitive. 

Pisces- The character that seems somewhere else entirely, yet is also infused with wisdom. They are likely compassionate and sensitive, yet may get forced into unfortunate situations due to rose tinted glasses. If they were one of the seven dwarfs, they would be sleepy. 

Helpless: Part 3

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Reader

Summary: You feel the same pain your soulmate feels.

Other Parts: one / two

Draco laid in bed after seeing you in the dungeons. He went through many phases of uncertainty, like if you were really his soulmate, if you even wanted to be with him, if he was about to risk getting caught just to help you out. He assured himself, that this was important, that you were important to him and he wasn’t about to let you go like nothing. Memories of how broken you looked, kept eating at his mind. All this made him enraged, it made him wish he wasn’t part of all of this.

Tossing and turning was all he could do, not able to get you from his head. He recalled all the times at school, he might have said something mean to you or acted like an ass in front of you and your friends. He yearned to take back that impression of himself, but his soulmate is supposed to love him, for him, right? Just like he wanted to do with you, just like he was trying to do for you.

Draco wracks his brain for memories of you, memories of you that aren’t you, bloody and bruised, in the middle of his manor, between your enemies. Your enemies are all he’s ever known.

He wished he could have found out you were his soulmate, sooner. Then maybe he could have bared the weight of this mark with someone else. He wouldn’t have had to go through all this alone. But, he has you now.  He hopes he does, he needs you, god knows, he doesn’t have much else.

Draco sighed, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom. His body always felt heavy, after he got the mark. He hated himself and the mark. He wondered if it hurt for you when Voldemort put it on his arm, he’d have to ask.

His mind drifted back to you, he wasn’t tired anymore. He needed to talk to his mother, he needed to get you out of here. He didn’t know how long they’d wait to kill you and he was petrified. He’s never had a fear of losing something before.

Draco pushed the blankets that seemed to suffocate him off of his body, sitting up in bed. He debated going down to see you, but getting caught would surely cost you your life. But as long as he doesn’t get caught…

The boy got up from his bed, throwing on a long sleeve shirt and pants. In a haste, he got to the door, pulling it open just to check to see if anyone was up. No one kept watch on the dungeons at night, they didn’t think they had a reason to, but then again, his mother assisted him last time. Draco went back to grab his wand, just in case.

He tip-toed out of his room, flashing looks behind him every few seconds. He made his way downstairs and through hallways. He looked over the corner of a wall, not seeing anyone sitting beside the stairwell to the dungeons.

Draco almost laughed, but was too afraid to make noise. They’re so dumb, he thought.

He continued moving with caution, grabbing the keys and making his way down the stairs, until he stood at the end of them. He was about to unlock the door, but he stopped. He looked at you through the bars, you were sleeping or you just haven’t noticed him, yet. Maybe he should have brought food or prepared what he was gonna say.

Draco sighed, starting to doubt himself as he looked over at your body, your legs pulled up to your chest as you sat against the stonewall.

The pale boy looked down at his arm, pulling up the sleeve to reveal the mark, he ran his fingers over it. It gave him an idea.

He swallowed, preparing himself for the truth as he took his thumb and pointer finger, pinching down hard on his wrist.

“Ow!” You cried out from the sudden pain in your wrist, moving out of your position to look at your arm.

Draco smirked, he moved his hand up more on his arm until he pinched himself again, squeezing a bit harder.

“What the hell?!” You yelled, moving your hand to cover up the spot where it hurt, as if it’d protect you from the pain of someone else. You caught on that it was your soulmate pinching you, you almost laughed at the fact, but right now, it was just plain annoying.

You used one of your hands to pinch yourself, that’ll serve em right.

Draco wasn’t expecting you to pinch back as he yelped out in pain. “Ouch!”

You quickly whipped your head around at the sound, confused at the sound of him in pain. “Draco…?” You whispered, checking to make sure it wasn’t someone here to bring you to your death.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, it’s me.” He pulled down his sleeve before he used the keys to open up the cell door, walking towards you with hesitance.

“Is it time?” You asked, hopefully.

Draco looked down, ashamed. He should have considered he was getting your hopes up, just coming down here. “Uh… No. Not yet, but don’t worry, I’ll still get you out of here.”

You nodded, biting at your lip. You debated whether to ask why he was down here, but he beat you to it.

“I just- I just wanted to see if you were okay.” Draco lost all confidence he’s ever had. Here he was, standing in front of you, nervous as he’s ever been in his entire life.

You beam, looking away from the boy as you feel heat sneak up onto your cheeks. You almost scolded yourself for feeling this way, but you couldn’t help that your heart sped up.

“Can we talk?” He inquired, gesturing to the spot beside you on the floor.

You nodded swiftly, accepting any human interaction you could get, right now.

“Can I show you something?” Draco didn’t ask his mother about this, if it was a good idea to tell you about you both being soulmates, but he wanted you to know, he didn’t know what might happen after he helped you escape.

“Sure.” You answered, hesitantly. You hadn’t had the slightest idea about what it was.

Draco pulled up the sleeve that didn’t hide the Dark Mark, you looked at him, confused. He took a deep breath, it was much more unnerving that he was now doing it in front of you. He closed his eyes as he moved two fingers to the skin of his arm, pinching his pale skin between his fingers.

You gasped, more out of surprise than the pain of it. You moved your own fingers to his skin, pinching it again to make sure you felt it right, that it wasn’t just a coincidence.

He laughed, he was anxious, but your reaction so far, was better than what he expected.

You swallowed, your eyes looking up at his. You had tears in your eyes, it made Draco’s heart tear a little. “You’re- You’re my-” You stopped, talking a deep breath. “You’re my soulmate.”

Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine falling in love with Robb after healing him and having his baby.

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\ Request for anonymous /

Hey could you do a Robb stark one shot where your a healer and when you help him recover from a wound, you fall in love have sex and you end up being pregnant?

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Vodka &Cotton Candy

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction
Warnings: language, smut


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@bunchofandoms
@buckyappreciationsociety


“I was on the third floor when a man got on the elevator with me. I didn’t know him, but he seemed transfixed by me. His eyes soon wandered down to the logo on my shirt. He said something about Star Wars I can’t really remember exactly what. When the elevator door finally chimed opened can you believe what he said next?”

I had my head resting on the headboard behind me. It was dark in the room and the bathroom door in the bedroom was wide open. The water running in the shower mimicked the sound of rain. The shower glass door was closed and the thick foggy midst on the glass concealed his body. From the opening up top all I could see was his shampooed hair and his arms that glistened with water as he washed through it.

“No tell me?” Sebastian called out making his voice become louder.

“He told me to live long and prosper.” I waited to hear a gasp or a long over exaggerated no, but all I could hear was the water. “He fucking referenced Star Trek!” I laughed with gesticulation. I soon heard laughing coming from inside of the bathroom.

I took my eyes off of his blurred naked silhouette and resumed looking at my feet. I was wearing two different pairs of shoes, because I had been indecisive over which shoe to go with. The black suede lace up heal on my left foot that I bought from target or the classic black pointed Louboutin on my right. I eyed my choices very carefully examining them like the world’s toughest decision. Till finally I picked a shoe.

Emerging from the bathroom still slightly drenched in water. Sebastian wore a red towel around his waist that looked like at any minute it would come falling down. He also kept a towel over his head, rubbing it rigorously through his hair.

“And that is why I love you.” He smiled.

My eyes immediately shot back down to my feet. Sebastian and I have been dating forty six days and counting. It wasn’t till now I heard him say that four letter word. I couldn’t have made things more awkward enough by continuing to look at my fucking feet! For starters I didn’t even know what context he was using it in. Secondly of course I felt the same I just wasn’t sure I was ready to let him know that.

“You aren’t wearing the shoes I got you?” The quizzical expression on his face let me know he was confused by my choice as well. I went with the lace ups instead.

“These just went better with my skirt.” My skirt fell above my ankle and was a dark olive green color. That had buttons coming in a straight line down the middle. I stood up to show him my shoes to only see the slightly disappointed look in his eyes.

“Either pair would’ve been fine.” Sebastian moved around the room to the other side of the bed to pick up the clothes he had laid out to wear for dinner tonight. I walked to the full length mirror out in the hall examining myself. Paired with my skirt I had a simple black long sleeve crop top that almost covered my midriff. No jewelry and minimum makeup. I kept my hair simple by wearing it pin straight and split down the middle. Recently I don’t know what’s come over me but I started to care a little too much of how I looked before leaving the mirror. If they saw one imperfection, the tiniest one I would be reminded of it for days.

I didn’t realize how long I was standing there till I suddenly started feeling Sebastian’s arms slide around my waist tightly holding me still. I lifted my hands to place on top of his. Resting his chin on my shoulder he looked tentatively in my eyes in the mirror. Pausing between every word.

“You…look..absolutely…beautiful tonight Peyton.”

Looking away from him in the mirror I twisted my neck to kiss him softy on the cheek. But my lips landed on his mouth instead. It was a lingering kiss that neither of us broke away from. A long interminable kiss that caused me to hold my breath till I couldn’t breathe. I leaned away, eyes fluttering open till I was able to adjust. “We don’t want to be late.” Sebastian said, as his face still hovered over mine.

The scent from the night air filled my lungs. A cool breeze wrapped around me and the palm trees in the distance looked like tall shadows. It was quiet out. Sebastian and I walked hand in hand into the garage to get to his car. I must admit I squeezed his hand incredibly hard. Every step I took I moved with caution whereas he just walked with ease.

Almost at my metaphorical finish line we reached his car. Two men with big flashing cameras ran from around the stone brick wall. Sebastian quickly unlocked the car and we both rushed inside. They stood in front of the car tactlessly snapping away on their cameras. Two more photographers ran inside of the garage blinding my eyes with their lights. I covered the side of my face as Sebastian started the car. Trying to find a clear path to make our exit. None of them were willing to move. I thought to myself here we go again.


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Bar Stools.

Requested: “  Hi! Do you think that you could write a Graves x Read where the reader is a flapper or a showgirl or a whore or something like that…?”

Requested by: The awesome @this-is-so-not-okay

Warnings: None

Word count: 2302


The night life was the only life you’d ever wanted. It was as if the lights of the city, the sounds of the passing automobiles and club atmosphere made your heart soar.

It was where you came to life.

Where you felt like your life was yours.

But all those nights tended to bleed into one big mess lately. You were struggling to find excitement in your life. You were struggling to figure out where you fit in. Where you needed to go from here, but no amount of time seemed to bring you any satisfaction. Not enough nights working at night could bring you to life.

Not until you saw him.

It had be your (e/c) that had caught his attention when he’d walked into that bar on that particular night. It had been the way they lit up when you danced, when you laughed, when you looked at the world in awe. Despite all you’d been through, all the lonely nights you still looked pure to him.

Untouched by torment.

The torment he knew all too well.

Percival Graves had been dead for years, dead but still living after the events with Grindelwald. It was as if he had died and there was no way to be revived until he saw you. It had been your fifth hour working when he’d strolled in. It was the end of the day for him, and he was surrounded by a few men wearing suits that were almost as impressive as his. You’d looked at him the moment he walked in, as if your eyes were pulled to his.

As if you were destined to find each other.

On that day.

On that night.

You were wearing a red flapper dress with lipstick that was the same shade. Your makeup had withstood hours of dancing, your hair still in place. To him you were the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen. A pretty beacon of hope dressed to the nines.

He watched you closely as you danced, his eyes remaining on you even when you dared to look away. When you found that you couldn’t handle one more moment under his brown eyes. It was as if you were two magnets that were pulsating towards each other. Two pieces desperate for the other.

You had to know his name.

He had to know yours.

So when you headed to break, you found you heal clad feet taking you towards him. Normally you weren’t brave enough to talk to someone as attractive to him, but after a series of bland nights you couldn’t deny yourself the opportunity to seek out the person who had made you feel so much with one look. Heading to the bar you move through the sea of people, your body grazing nameless faces until you reach the one who’s name you desired so deeply.

“Excuse me?”

Your voice whispered. From across the room you’d been much braver, but now, it was hard to look at the handsome stranger and not feel slightly intimidated. But even though you were quiet he still heard you.

Turning to face you his eyes locked with yours slowly, his gaze making you feel like the most important person in the room. He studied your face first before falling over your body, his lips tugging into a faint smirk at the sight of your red dress up close. He’d admired you from afar, but up close you were more perfect than he could’ve ever hoped for.

“My name is Percival Graves…”

He states looking at you, his smile widening when he answers your question before you even had the chance to utter it.

“… What’s yours?”

The question is simple enough, but it feels complicated all of a sudden. His gaze seems to fluster you for a moment, his handsome face suddenly more intimidating than it was before. Blinking a few times you force your brain to work and your mouth to move.

“(y/n).”

You whisper in response your hand extending out to shake his before you have the chance to think better of it. The man in front of you, the man who called himself Percival Graves, was one you’d heard all about. You might not work for Macusa, but every wizard in New York had heard about the disappearance of Percival Graves. And looking at him now you wonder how you didn’t recognize him before you’d said anything to him.

“What a lovely name for a lovely girl.”

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anonymous asked:

I just *slams fist on table* I want Jean and Kevin friendship goddamit

I do too, fam. Hopefully this will make up for yesterday’s angst fest. Enjoy!

Jean’s been out of the Nest for five years when he gets the call inviting him to the US court. He sits on the decision for two weeks before accepting, against everything he’d thought he would do when the call came. Exy is still the noose dangled loosely around his neck, but the simple fact that he has a choice is enough to tip him in the direction of yes. Besides, if there was anything he worked and bled for his entire life, it was his right to be on that team. So he packs up his things, gets on a plane with Jeremy and moves into the Olympic Village for the summer.

It’s an adjustment, meshing such a large group of talent into one cohesive team. He, Kevin and Thea are the only former Ravens, so while Jean doesn’t exactly relish the idea of being near the two of them all their palpable sexual tension, he flocks toward their sense of focus and organization. He and Thea always worked decently well together and he and Kevin fall back into their seamless communication faster than Jean would have expected. That being said, they don’t talk outside of practice. Jean sticks to the ex-Trojans and Kevin is attached to Josten and Minyard and it works.

The night before the opening ceremony, they have a day off to rest. Jeremy’s off sightseeing, so Jean decides to go find somewhere to get a drink. As luck would have it, Kevin’s there, sitting alone at the bar. Jean sits next to him and stares straight ahead, saying, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to find you here.”

Kevin takes another long sip. “I’m a little surprised to see you, though. You hate drinking.”

“I hate drinking bad alcohol,” Jean corrects, “Which you drink in abundance.”

“Pretentious,” Kevin shoots back.

“I’m European; of course I am.”

Kevin snorts and sips some more while Jean takes his drink from the bartender. Once he’s taken a drink, Jean says, “Where are your attachments?”

Kevin rolls his eyes. “Neil and Andrew kicked me out so they could fuck. And Thea is out, but I didn’t want to be with a lot of people.”

Jean nods. “It’s strange for you. Being here without him.”

And this was why Jean could never really push Kevin out, as hard as he tried. They would always understand each other in a way no one else could.

Kevin takes a deep breath and says, “I know how much you hated him. And me. And you have every right to…”

“But it was supposed to be the three of us here.”

Kevin nodded. When it fell silent, Jean sighed and said, “I don’t hate you, Kevin.”

Kevin looked at him and in as sincere an apology as Kevin could give, said, “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Jean finished the rest of his drink in a neat swig and said, “Come on. We’re going back to my room and doing something that normal friends do. I don’t know what that is, but we’ll figure it out.”

Kevin looked hesitant, but Jean cajoled him, saying, “Jeremy will be there later.”

That got Kevin moving, but Jean cautioned him, “He’s still my boyfriend.”

“I know. Doesn’t mean I can’t look,” Kevin mumbled, as though afraid Jean would call the whole thing off.

Jean just laughed raucously and said, “I forgot how fucking weird you are.”

Jeremy came back that night to find the two of them each with a bottle of wine watching a movie. He smiled and crawled in next to Jean. “I pick next movie.”

The Summer Soldier (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) - Part II

Originally posted by bobmorleyisking

Soldier keep on marchin’ on

Head down til the work is done

Waitin’ on that morning sun

Soldier keep on marchin’ on


Set from Age of Ultron in between with Civil War, The Avengers have new recruits in the team, many from the aid of Captain America. One of them happen to be you, The Summer Soldier, an unheard project of HYDRA. What the team doesn’t know won’t hurt them… But will open their eyes

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Platonic), Avengers x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Bleeding, Weaponry

Word Count: 4,952

Part I

Taglist: @redroomproperty @midnightreme @tvdplusriverdale @ravenclaw-geek24 @ladywitheclecticheart @priettierthanyou

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PTSD (Rogue one :: RebelCaptain)

@rebelcaptainprompts :: Prompt #14 SHOCK


Originally posted by eleveun

Gorgeous gif above by @eleveun

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Jyn was huddled silently against the door to the medical wing. Her hands shook lightly as she pressed them against her knees bent close to her face. She sighed, a shaky, raspy breath. Her skin felt clammy and cold against her as she looked up at the lights reflecting off the bright walls.

They’d kicked her out.

She crossed her arms, hugging her legs. She pressed her forehead to her knees, closing her eyes.

Breathe… Calm down…

She let out another shaky breath.

Breathe…


Only a few hours before, She’d been on another planet. in another star system even. She’d been off the radar so to speak. Completely untraceable. She was assigned (with Cassian) on a top-secret mission. They’d been instructed fake identities, and they’d been undercover for almost an entire month. But.. something went wrong. Jyn wasn’t quite sure what.

They’d finally reached their goal, but in the heat of the moment, Cassian went into shock. Jyn had tried desperately to assure him and snap him out of it, but he’d seemed to have completely lost it.


Cassian? Cassian snap out of it!she shook his shoulders roughly, trying to make eye contact. His gaze was distant, and he stared out at the battlefield. He mumbled something to her, but she couldn’t make it out.

Cassian!”

Suddenly he’d turned to her, raising his blaster and stumbling backwards. She stared into his dark eyes as he pointed his blaster straight for her heart.

Stop!” She rose her hands defensively, slowly stepping back. “Cassian… It’s me! Jyn!” She had to raise her voice to be heard over the battle. But it was no use. Cassian shot her shoulder. He’d missed her vitals, luckily, but she stumbled from the contact of the laser. He’d passed out less then five minutes later, and K-2SO had to help Jyn get him back to the ship.

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I Always Knew [Part 2 of Please, Stay]

Part One is here!!

Imagine: Several months have passed since you and Newt have separated. Once reunited in an unexpected situation, neither of you can deny the feelings that were left behind.  

Word Count: 1574

Tagging: @blunish101 @once-upon-a-walking-wolf-demigod @awesomenessfeet @kindafantastic-kindabeasts @kissyjubz @hamilsyd704 @credence-peaches @thesweetestdaydreams @rock-n-magick @nerdypersongladiator @ohokaybyethen @jinxkatkazama @senpaipineapple

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the positive feedback for part one, I felt so much pressure with part two, I hope it’s as good as you were all hoping!! Also, thank you guys so so much for reblogging, liking and following me!! 921 followers ???? I’m so overwhelmed, I love each and every one of you!! P.S listen to ‘I Always Knew’ by The Vaccines while reading this, it made me smile and sort of cry. Enjoy x

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Thoughts were obvious. The hour was swollen, laden with guilt. Casual delicacy of words clung familiar, tossed greedily aloft, shuffled about in the saccharine bruise of easy daylight. And I, affording myself strength to oblige sticky pastiche, moved beyond a mouth, caution broken into variegated segments. A choice. A weapon. A volcanic eruption of word-bile, fate falling collectively forward, ordered on the floor between us. Eyes vaguely moved. Lips responded with quivering writhe. Luck would not be cheaply entertained this round. Time was not on my side.

Mars transits through houses

Mars in the 1st House This is a very active period.High level of enthusiasm and energy, results will come easier than at other times of the year.

Mars in the 2nd House Good time to increase your income through a new project or venture. Good time for self-employment, although be sure to avoid any impetuous actions that could result in a loss of income.

Mars in the 3rd House Thrilling time, that can lead you to exhaustion.Try to stay calm.

Mars in the 4th House Domestic activities and home improvements will be important.Be aware of being impulsive, use caution when considering financial matters.

Mars in the 5th House Self-confidence is high and you will feel especially strong emotionally, this may lead to disagreements with those closest to you.

Mars in the 6th House Activities involving your work will be important at this time and this could lead to difficulties elsewhere as a result.Allow enough time for other areas of your life, or you may find relationships becoming strained.

Mars in the 7th House Period of uncertainty.You may think you’re being honest, but others may find your comments and observations offensive.This may be a time of miscommunication in relationships and you will need to concentrate on staying relaxed.

Mars in the 8th House You may feel yourself moving aggressively ahead, but using caution is important.Areas dealing with bureaucracy will cause you impatience.

Mars in the 9th House Great sense of forward thinking, and you will be overwhelmed with new ideas and enthusiasm.This is a good time to consider another job.

Mars in the 10th House Very active time, many goals will be realized.Take care that you don’t try to accomplish too much in a short amount of time, even though you have the every to do so.Pay attention to detail and be sure to include your family in a significant way.

Mars in the 11th House Social activities are pronounced, and you will find old acquaintances renewed, even as you make new friends.Additional pressures may be felt at work, and you should resist the temptation to share all of your thoughts with everyone you meet.

Mars in the 12th House Period marked by a lower energy level.Use this time for quiet reflection.There will be a preference to work independently on your own.

idiosyncras-cy  asked:

Do you know any fics that are set after the war? Preferably when they are married and stuff !!! <3

All these are post war.

Married:

The Agreement by Jelp.

Baby Animals, Weddings, And Other Things Not Normally Associated With Uchiha Sasuke by prettypriestess.

Rebuilding a clan is hard work by kally77.

Commiseration Nightby Kantayra.

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Not married:

Mine by Jelp.

All things of dearest value hang on slender strings by sirona.

Cultivate Your Hunger by dawnstruck.

(Make things so) Complicated by megyal.

Healing The Broken by KizuKatana. (READ IT).

Cause You Get Lighter The More It Gets Dark by Acrosticacrumpet. 

Can’t Live Without You by fangirlandiknowit. 

Unconditionally by stylinourry.

An Unbreakable Bond by KizuKatana.

The Earth Doesn’t Move by mostlyharmless.

Caution! Slippery When Wet by Jelp.

The Big Day by SasuNarufan13.

Teamwork by Miasen.

Red scarf by Middernight.

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Not post war/war doesn’t happen but canon:

Pyretos by Atanih88.

Flesh and Bone by dawnstruck. (Married).

Idiot by Mass_Effecting_Your_Pants.

Once A Year, Every Year by magic__mind. 

Pick Me Up by Kantayra.

The Kyuubi by fluffy-fuzzy-ears.

Three times when Sasuke didn’t kiss Naruto by kally77.

The Kiss, Sort ofby fluffy-fuzzy-ears.

Moonlight Magic by Kiya Sama.

Kitsunetsuki by CanineKitten.

You Offered by Angel_of_Darkness4444.

Questions and Answers whether you like it or not by fluffy-fuzzy-ears.

Succubus by NavyBlueWings.

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Broken

(request: hello, can you please make an imagine where the reader is very close to the group, they all have been together since the start, but then reader’s sister or brother (doesn’t matter) dies, so she goes nuts & kill literally everything that moves & the group tries to help her, but then they kinda kick her out? (can you also add a slight of Daryl and the reader, please :))

Note: Enjoy!

Warning: angst, death, blood
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Originally posted by sail-not-drift

You stood with your back against the wall. You turned your head around the corner of the mall and you saw only a handful of walkers. You nodded your head to your brother Sam. He raised his knife and ran around the corner, taking out the first walkers stealthily. You saw Daryl hiding behind the bushes, his crossbow raised and ready to shoot at anyone who tried to go for your brother. You scanned your surroundings, looking out for anything unusual. Your eyes returned to your brother as he was drenching himself in walker blood and guts, making himself invisible from the other walkers. He looked behind and gave Daryl a quick nod before going inside the mall.

You had finally found somewhere safe to live after months of being on the road. Alexandria was a safe community and they had lots of resources, except one thing: batteries to get the electricity generator working. Before all this your brother Sam was an engineer, he knew what to look for in the mall, you and Daryl where just look outs.

It had been around 10 minutes and Sam wasn’t out yet. He said it would only take a couple of minutes, you were starting to worry. You decided to wait a little longer for him but the plans changed when you heart a single gunshot echo through the store. Your feet instinctively started running forward, Daryl swearing under his breath as he came up behind you. Your eyes scanned all the different stores and your heart was pounding.

“Over here!” Daryl shouted as he spotted the hardware store. You followed him as he ran in, weapon raised. Your eyes searched the area and you stopped, raising your gun when you saw a man standing over your brother. The man looked up at you with tears in his eyes, he dropped his gun and lifted his hands in surrender.

“I- I’m sorry, I thought he was one of them!” he pleaded, his bottom lip quivering from fear.

You weren’t listening to anything he was saying. He continued to ramble on but your eyes drifted down to your brother on the floor, blood oozing from the bullet hole in his head. You felt your world come crashing down on you suddenly. Sam was the only blood you had left, and he lay dead in front of you.

“(Y/n)?” Daryl looked over to you, his bow still raised. He saw something click in you but he wasn’t able to stop you in time. You ran forward, pushing the man to the ground. You straddled him and started to punch his face in, shouting with every hit. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, blocking out the pain in your knuckles and the fact that you were beating a man close to death.

Daryl grabbed onto your arms, restricting you from punching the man’s face anymore. He dragged you off the man and tried to stand you up but your legs felt weak, there was no way they could hold you up. You collapsed back on Daryl’s chest, both of you sitting on the floor as the tears started to pour down your face. You stared at your brother’s dead body and cried out in pain, Daryl wrapped his arms around you, hugging you closer to him.

“Don’t look” he whispered, his voice low and filled with sorrow. He hated seeing you in pain, but this time it was different, you had never attacked a man like that out of pure rage. The only time you’d ever done that was to protect yourself, but this man was unarmed.

You squeezed your eyes shut but all you could see behind your lids was your brother. Memories of your past life flashed by in a second, and then it was gone. Darkness filled your sight and your mind went black.
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“What happened?”

You slowly blinked your eyes open, your vision slightly blurry as you tried to make out the two men standing above you.

“I don’t know man. I think she just passed out from the trauma”

You jolted violently when you felt a hand on your head. Your hand grabbed whoever it was but your sight soon became clear and you saw it was Daryl. You slowly loosened your grip and you brought your hand back to you. You said nothing as you looked up to the ceiling, wondering what had happened.

You started to sit up from the mattress but Rick put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you back down. You lightly hit his hand away with yours, and looked at him in confusion.

“You need to rest, you’ve been through a lot” Rick said, his voice calm, as if not to frighten you.

“What are you talking about? Stop playing games Rick, I need to get on watch” you said, standing up but losing your balance a little.

Daryl quickly helped you stay still and you gave him a small smile before going outside, the two men following very close behind you. You turned around and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Would you get off my back?” you asked, wondering why they were watching over you.

“(Y/n)” Daryl started. “Do you know what happened yesterday?”

You sent him a questioning glance but answered the question anyway. “We went on a run, me you and Sam. We got the batteries and came back, that’s all” you said.

Daryl glanced at Rick who looked extremely concerned.

“(Y/n), Sam, he- he didn’t make it yesterday” Rick paused as he let the information all sink in. You were confused at first, your heart beating a little faster as you tried to wrap your head around his words.

“You beat a man to death, I mean look at your knuckles” Daryl piped up, lifting your bandaged hands for you to see. It was all coming back to you in a huge wave. Sam dying, the blood pouring from his head, the scared man and then your hands repeatedly connecting with his face over and over.

Everything was quiet, but when Daryl said your name you snapped. You swiftly took the knife from your holder and held it up to his neck. You stared in to his eyes, he didn’t look threatened but he looked sorry for you. He saw the broken look in your eye. People from Alexandria and your group had started to crowd around you. Daryl slowly raised his hand to yours, closing his fingers around the knife and slowly pushing it away from him. You let him, almost shocked with yourself for what you had done.

“No sudden movements” Rick said quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear. You were like dynamite, one wrong move and you’d explode. Rick had seen this happen to people before, which is why he knew what to do. Daryl knew as well, which is why he moved with extreme caution as he slowly tried to pry the knife from your hand. Your eyes were searching his, both of you holding eye contact, but you were the first to break away when you saw Spencer walking up behind the group.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked, walking closer.

“No!” Rick shouted as you grabbed the knife back from Daryl and lunged at spencer. You were convinced that he was going to attack you, just how your brother was. You wouldn’t let that happen again, not to you or anyone else. You had Spencer pinned to the floor, he was shouting for help and his voice was ringing in your ears, driving you to bring the blade down into his head. You continued to drive it down into him, grunting with every stab, his blood was splattering over your face.

Daryl had grabbed you back once again and you were struggling in his grip. You heard screams from the crowd but the others from your group stared at you in silence, wishing they could help you with your pain, but there was nothing they could do, you were dangerous. Rick pried the knife from your hands as Deanna came running to Spencer’s side. You saw her mourning her son and you couldn’t help but start crying as well. You were hurting, physically and mentally.

“Get her up” Rick said. Daryl helped you up but he kept your arms behind your back. You said nothing as you were being led to the front gates, the rest of the group following behind. You were standing outside now, Rick handed you a bag filled with supplies, and a gun with full ammo.

“I’m sorry, but you understand why we have to do this”

You looked up to Rick and the rest of the group who had tears in their eyes. Your eyes landed on Daryl and he looked distraught, his eyes wet from tears, but none of them falling down his face.

“I’ll see you all on the other side” you said, tears dropping from your eyes. You gave them one last smile before walking away. You didn’t know how you felt. Right now, you were numb, angry and broken. You weren’t happy or sad about leaving, you knew it was for the best but you would miss them. Maybe your paths would cross again, or maybe you’d pull the trigger and end your life.
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Bungou Stray Dogs Book 1: Dazai Osamu’s Entrance Exam [Chapter 3 Part 7-9]

OKAY EVERYONE I’VE LOOKED THROUGH EVERYTHING AND FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM!!!

so, first of all, chapter 3 part 5 didn’t have any tags, so some of you who were looking for the translations through the tags might’ve missed it. I deleted the re-post of ch 3 pt 5 already~ I didn’t know why I didn’t add tags, maybe I forgot? Maybe I was in a rush? I don’t really remember… anyways, I added the tags now!

Also, there were supposed to be TWO updates! ch 3 pt 7-9 and pt 10-12 were supposed to be separate. But in the archive I used to share docs between @vanillue and I, it was titled 7-12 so I didn’t bother checking twice when I uploaded, here’s the missing part between 6 and 10! I also renamed ch 3 pt 7-12 to 10-12!!!

I hope this clears out any confusion >< 

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The Final Battle

You only find out if you are a hero after the war is over. Of all the things my progenitor taught me, that’s the only one I remember. Everything else was lost. I’m told we won, but it’s never felt like that at all. The war took so much from us, but surviving it has taken so much more.

It used to be simpler. The world, I mean. We talk about the world like that, but never ourselves. Maybe we were simpler then as well. I don’t know. They came. We fought. Simpler, that: ignoring the years of peace and trading. Pretending we can recall one truth, forget that there were battles for peace as well. But no one ever really fights for that.

I move through one of the old hospitals slowly, scavenging wreckage for anything of use. My optics are still good enough for this. There are some who put more effort into their weapons. Death machines even in this era, most without a functioning targeting array. It would be funny. If anything was funny anymore.

I move slowly, because of caution as much as nature. There is movement behind me. Soft. I spin, powering up my right arm cannon. It could be nothing, but it never is. Sometimes I am hunted. Sometimes I am the hunter. We survive, and there are no prices paid for that.

Human.

A human stands outside the ruins. Male. Devoid of atmospheric gear, impossibly so. But the scan does not lie. I fire off six rockets – a precious six, four out of pure instinctive fear. He avoids them. Faster than anything human. Even faster than one of the Convex. Just here, in front of me a moment later.

“Don’t. You don’t have enough power to keep doing this.”

I stop. Not the words, but no human can speak in Word. They have their language but not ours. We think too fast, speak too fast. But this one speaks our tongue perfectly.

“You are not human.” I speak in one of the six human languages I know.

He smiles. The smile isn’t human. Not us. More than that. “No,” he says in same tongue. “I wear it for – familiarity. Appearing as one of your kind would cause confusion.” His expression goes distant, like an access point and then I’m staring at a Durchen. Tendrils stretch slowly. “Is this better?”

“Hingari.”

“No, but I can change my form. I’m Jay.”

I pause. “The Jay?” The humans told us stories.

I hadn’t even known a Durchen could wilt pink before now. “Probably. There are… lots of stories about me.”

I study the alien. “I can read humans better.”

Jay shifts back into the human form. “If you promise not to try and kill me again?”

I make a promise to a human without even thinking. I think my progenitor would be horrified. “They say the entire Yweth system fell to you. A trans-light drive unlike anything else, and you – broke it. No one even knows how many systems fell when it did. It was the lifeblood of the intergalactic system and you unmade it in a moment.”

“I know. Destroying it made me thirteen.” He lets out a sigh. “But it had to be done. It was using pathways it wasn’t meant to. Tapping into forces and energies that could not be disturbed.”

“And you decide that?”

“I closed those pathways myself, so – yes, I guess I do.” He looks small. Tired. “A long time ago, I was told that a Jay can sometimes be a Jaysaurus but will always be jaysome. Some times I don’t have it in me to believe that.”  

“And that is not you?”

“Pardon?”

“You have power.” It is no power like ours, but I am no fool. “Maybe enough that you can be anyone you want to be, including who you were?”

He laughs. There is nothing young in the sound. “If I could still do that, there wouldn’t be people who are terrified of me.”

“The human armies left. We were losing. We don’t have the resources carbon-based life does, to keep coming and coming at us over and over. But they left.”

“I altered the reactor cores of several of their fleets to be responsive to emotions. Finding out how to use them successfully will keep them occupied for a time. Some mentioned this world, I decided to find out how it was doing. Then we met.”

“I tried to kill you.”

“And you aren’t right now. Maybe you can learn to be anyone you want to as well?” His smile is gentle.

“Maybe. The war is over,” I admit.

“We can hope this was the final battle,” he says as easily. “At least here. I need to check  on other worlds though.”

“Wait. If you are not here, how will I convince others you ended the war?”

Jay blinks. “I don’t see why you should. I did what felt right more than necessary, but I did it because it was right. If I stay, if I seek applause, then I begin to worry at my motives. I don’t want the stories about me to be like that.”

“You consider being a hero a false hope?”

“It is when you are not one,” he says, and is simply gone a moment later.

I give up on trying to scavenge for more parts. The war is over. I do not know if anyone will believe me. I do not know if this knowledge has changed me. I can only hope that my optics are not the same as the final look I saw in Jay’s face before he vanished. Maybe I told him a truth. Perhaps it was only one I wanted to believe myself. But I hope not.

For all our sakes.

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Pallas’s Cat: Grumpy-Faced Cat is a Mountain Survivor

From the part mini-series “The Story of Cats” on PBS

Pallas’s cats have learned to cope with mountain life.  They often live in rock dens, which keep them well protected. They hunt insects, small rodents, and birds by using rocks for cover.  But out in the open these 9 pound cats are vulnerable to attack from eagles and wolves, so they move with extreme caution.  

via: Nature on PBS  

Sonic Prompt

World: The New Game (Sonic 2017)

Couple: Classic Sonic x Amy Rose

Summary: I want an understanding between Classic Sonic and Amy Rose. I think his usual ‘attitude’ will make him dislike her at first, but seeing how she really is will help him understand that she should definitely be his friend! That being said, I want him to kinda be mean to her at first, before seeing (With a little help from Modern Sonic maybe?) that she’s not so bad, considering he hasn’t met Classic Amy yet! (This is supposing he only has Classic Tails in the game) Okay, take your time!

Prompt:

Sonic watched as Amy scolded his younger self, and seeing the look in his eyes, he knew that feisty spirit of freedom of his would clash pretty well with Amy’s words.

In a slight snicker of being thrown back in time to his usual style, he watched as Classic Sonic stuck his tongue at her, and draped down one eyelid to show his lack of respect for her words, and took off.

This made Amy furious, about to stomp off after him before Sonic finally intervened.

“Woah-ho! Don’t rush it, Amy!” He cautioned, moving in front of her and stopping her before her hammer was to come out.

“Ohh!! He’s just so-… so…Ugh! He makes me furious! Can’t he see we’re all in this together? He acts like saving the world is a game! A-“ she stopped herself, her eyes widening as she withdrew her accusing pointed hand towards Classic Sonic and looked to Sonic.

Realizing her error, she shyly looked away and put her pointer fingers together, withdrawing them in near her. “Sorry… That was inconsiderate of me…”

Sonic just smirked, “What? Comparing me to me? I wouldn’t think so.” He found her actions kinda charming, but knew that Classic Sonic had now a judgement on her, and in order to break said judgement, he may need to help Amy out a little more…


“Look, if you want my other me to like you, you’ve gotta calm down a bit.”


Amy looked sorrowfully to Sonic, her eyes big and glistening, her lower lip in a tight puppy-dog pout, “He totally hates me… doesn’t he?”

Sonic sweatdropped, seeing the awkwardness now that she looked so hurt. “Uhh… I wouldn’t say that, but…”

“He’ll never want to meet me at this rate!” She threw her hands to her face and started to cry out loud, making Sonic even more nervous as he held out his hands to try and calm her down, motioning them downward and trying to keep up a smile for her.

“Hey! Woah! Calm down.. there, there… Don’t jump to conclusions, alright? I have an idea.” Sonic winked to her, straightening himself up.

Amy sniffled but turned to him, wiping her eyes. “A-an idea?” She sniffed, “Like what?”

“Well, first. Lose the baby-face.” He took her arms and pulled them gently down, so he could see her face and also, indirectly, tell her to chill out and get a hold of herself.

“Just be yourself.” He stated, “The cool, uh… slightly awkward, but chill you.” Sonic smiled, but was trying to think of something to say to her… not sure what his younger self would really be amazed with, but thinking it a good idea to start by impressing him.

“…Isn’t that basically asking me to be a particular something?” Amy raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t question my methods.” He pointed a finger at her, leaning in, before withdrawing and walking away, waving behind him. “Just impress the kid and you’ll be in.”

“Impress him… right!” Amy put her hands into tight fists and held them up, determined!


However… It was certain that Sonic didn’t mean… what she thought he meant…


Later on the battlefield once more, Amy saw a piece of rock flying towards Classic Sonic.

Sonic’s words rang in her mind and she smiled, racing forward and knocking it away.

“Heh!” she flipped her hair around and stood triumphantly in front of him, making him look up and his mouth form a slight ‘o’ in what looked to be awe in Amy’s eyes.

“You see~” she began, haughtily, before leaning down and holding up a finger to Classic Sonic. “I’m not just some girl who needs to be rescued…”

But while she tried to impress, another piece of rock was coming straight at her, and Classic Sonic ‘bing’ed a game noise and jumped, grabbing her in her shock and spinning her around.

He finally got his feet back on the ground but now had her above his head, holding her up by her back-end, and racing away from all the chaos.

The wobbling and bumpy ride made Amy dizzy and disoriented, as he was too small to really hold her bridal style, and quite frankly, hadn’t learned much about holding women the proper way yet either!

He came to a few winding bends before casting her off him and letting her spin in a twirl away, before Sonic came in at just the right time and caught her dizzy self from falling to the ground. “Easy there!” Sonic stated, pushing Amy back on her feet as she was about to topple over, and helped her remain still by keeping his hands on her back.

He then looked to his younger self, “A little more gentle with the girls there, little me.” He corrected, but in a humorous way.

Classic Sonic looked surprised to hear a ‘slight scold’ from his older self, and folded his arms, glaring.

He certainly didn’t like being told how to save someone.

“W-why does this a-always happen to me?” Amy was still pretty dizzy, but shook her head to try and get her balance back. “I try to impress, but end up in distress.” She ducked her head down and let her arms fall out in front of her too, looking utterly defeated.


Classic Sonic snickered.

That triggered her anger, as her head shot up in rage.


Sonic’s expression changed too, seeing her furious, as she summoned her hammer again and went to storm off and give that punk a lesson!

He quickly grabbed her from behind, stopping her in her tracks, and lifted her off the ground, completely hindering her of any mobility.

Modern Sonic was smart, his experience with her made him know that her appearance certainly didn’t match her immense strength, and by taking away that powerful stance with her legs, she would lose some of that swinging power.

“Amy! You’re only going to make it worse for yourself!” Sonic warned, seeing as she was turning fierce again.

 

Amy struggled, but ended up stopping her attempts at release and just huffed out her exhaustion.

Classic Sonic had already dashed away, seeing her lose it, and was far gone by now.

Amy went back to being bummed out, as Sonic looked over her shoulder to see she was done with her temper tantrum, and put her down.

“Now he’ll never think I’m cool enough to be his friend…” Amy slouched down to her knees, feeling hopeless at gaining his approval again.


Sonic looked down fondly to his friend, but knew she was in need of a lot of help…


He put his hands to his hips, and shook his head, “Oh, Amy…” He seemed to say that with some charm, not so much a mock.

He smiled the best he could to her, and leaned down to address her, his hand swinging out as he gestured with it while he spoke, keeping the mood peppy and optimistic. “Why not try to be more relaxed and level-headed? Just smile and lot and do your best to help out, he’ll see the good in you.”

Amy’s head swung up and around to look at Sonic, a few signs of a slight cry were noticed but not mentioned, as she rubbed her eyes and got up, turning to him. “You… you think so?”

“Think so?” Sonic knew he needed to comfort her, but couldn’t think of a better way than a challenge! “I know so! After all! I am him.” He motioned his arms out in a shrug almost, before giving her a light hit on her shoulder.

“Like I said! Just show him the good side of ya! You know… the side that’s not so… Grr.” He slightly growled out, showing that Amy can be kinda fierce sometimes…

Amy pulled her act together and nodded, hitting the sides of her face and perking up a bit. “Right! I’ll show him! I’ll show him that it’s fate that we’ll meet, yet!” she raced to the headquarters, as Sonic just sighed, shaking his head with a smile.

“Don’t overdo it… the kid’s not much into sympathy…”

A day later, Amy noticed Classic Sonic zipping around and causing mayhem.

Not liking to be coped up with nothing to do, he was being mischievious, snickering in a corner after changing out Tails’s screws with Knuckles’s grapes, and having Knuckles chew on them and get angry, letting out a big frustrated roar and stomp about; looking for the culprit.

“So.. you like to pick on people, do ya?”

Classic Sonic stopped snickering to turn around and look up.

He wasn’t afraid of her, and clearly showed this by his look of distaste and uncaring yawn at her continual attempts at trying to ‘tame’ him.

Before Amy let out any scolding, she remembered what Sonic had said again, and looked back behind her, thinking of a better strategy then this.

“I..um… always thought a hero was one who helped others?” she began, before looking back to Classic Sonic, who was in a bit of disbelief that she wasn’t yelling at him like usual.

“I mean… um…” she put her hands on her knees, leaning down to address him, but trying to be polite and more… quiet about it. “A guy like you should be looking for what’s next on the agenda for saving the world! You know?”

The second she thought she was getting to him, he walked up and stared at her, before flicking her nose and dashing away.

“OW!” she straightened up and held her hurt nose, before her anger finally got the better of her.

“YOU…SOOOONNICC!!!”

In another room, our Modern Sonic was preparing to eat a delicious looking chilidog, before stopping and looking at all the kitchen utensils shaking and the dirt above the headquarters, which was slightly under the surface, shaking and letting some loose ground fall.

He sighed, turning around, “Here we go again…”

He dashed off, eating the chilidog while he did so, knowing his other self might snatch it from him if he didn’t, and held a second one… just in case~

Amy had once again confronted Classic Sonic, who continued to look calm and collected, looking to her as if she was just another annoyance that he could maybe have some fun teasing and playing around with.

The second Sonic came around from the other end, he hid behind a corner, and leaned against it in the darkness of that lane, smiling.

He knew full well what was coming next, and knew his little self hadn’t experienced a good ‘Amy bashing’ yet, but not by her infamous hammer this time…

“You’re a HERO! Do you think mocking and playing games like this is doing anyone any favors?!” she began, not being able to control her emotions.

“We’re believing in you to help save us! Our future, your future! At least little Tails is pulling his weight, but you? You just keep causing trouble for everyone! And why? Cause you’re BORED?! Get a grip and remember who you are!”

That last line had caught Classic Sonic’s attention.


A moment ago, he had tilted his head slightly to the side with a smile, not caring one bit what this crazy lady was saying, before straightening his head out and blinking his eyes open in a moment of having his heart suddenly pricked.

He rolled his head down and glared at Amy, more offended than anything, before raising an eyebrow to her.

“You heard me! I remember you risking it all for the good of what’s right! And all you’re doing is playing around and causing who knows what destruction behind you!” She swung an arm out and behind her, the other hand up near her face, and her emotion coming through clearly, especially now that he was paying her more attention.

This sparked some kind of intrigue in Classic Sonic, as he turned to face her, leaning forward with his hands on his hips, and slightly tapping his foot.

He was mad, but he was still keeping up his punk-ish demeanor.

“You run around at the speed of sound, so what? If that means you can’t even stop and realize that you could be letting that loose energy out by keeping patrol outside or even trying to find a chaos emerald! Oh, but no… THIS Sonic would rather pull off some stupid pranks that nobody’s impressed with!” She huffed her cause out and then folded her arms, turning her body to the side and looking up with her eyes shut. “Some lousy hero you are!”

As she walked away, Classic Sonic finally let out some emotion, and showed his teeth in utter rage at her comments.

Not only was she right, but he couldn’t fight her.

There was some kind of guilt forming inside him, and he looked down, away from her with a ‘tsk’ and ran out.

Modern Sonic tossed a chilidog up in the air, having it spin as he caught it, and did this a few times before whistling and getting Amy’s attention.

He caught it for the last time as she turned to see him and walked out of the dark. “You really told him what for.”

Amy let out a sigh, and looked sorrowfully down at the ground. “Yeah… but now he’s going to hate me for sure… I guess I couldn’t help myself… you were really being immature!” She pouted and left that last line as a side comment, but Sonic still heard it, and tilted his head, cheekily.

“Once… was me. Don’t get us mixed up, now.” He walked around her and then stopped at the direction she had just come from. “You didn’t see it, but I certainly did. You were the first person to ever really get through to me about what a hero really means. It’s not just all fun and games, sometimes… it’s serious business.” He tossed the chilidog up in the air again, before catching it and licking his lips, really wanting a bite out of it, but stopped before he could as Amy turned back around.

“You mean… he was impressed I stood up to him?” There was a glimmer of hope in Amy’s eyes.

“Uhhh… uh-huh.” Sonic put the chilidog down, sighing again. “Well, kinda. You’re still only half way down the road there, pal.” He teased, doing more tricks in his hand with the chilidog, spinning it around like a twirling stick.

“Hey!”

Sonic froze, catching the chilidog.

“You’re going to get chili all over the floor!” Amy scolded, as Sonic just rolled his eyes.

“Some things don’t change..” he started walking away.

“H-hey,… where are you going?” Amy side-stepped, trying to see where he was headed.

“I’ve gotta talk to little me, see if he’s permanently damaged by your ‘moral standings’.” He teased, and dashed off, leaving Amy to her signature, ‘OooooOOoooOOOhhh…’ as she felt her cause was still hopeless once more.

Classic Sonic was really fed up with Amy, but the things she said were sticking in his mind, and pulling at his heart a little to much for his comfort.

Modern Sonic walked up to him, giving him a slight greeting, before having a bit of a bro-to-bro talk.

Amy walked out to the forest after some time, and Classic Sonic just glared in dislike of her, but in a more silly way, not really showing any malice.

“Heh, heh! You’re still pretty torn up from your last encounter with her, huh?” Sonic teased, as Classic Sonic folded his arms, sat down, and looked grumpy as ever…

His head was low against his arms, to where you could only really see his eyes, blinking in their frustrations.

“She really taught you a think or two.” Sonic shook his head, before looking off after Amy. “…You know…”

Classic Sonic turned his head to him.

 

“She really is a good friend of mine.”

Classic Sonic snorted a disapproval, shuffling and seeming to be further upset by this stated comment.

“Haha, I know it’s not easy to see why right now, but… you’ll see.” He winked to his friend, having been sitting down with him now, laying back and relaxing, but keeping an arm behind him to lean against so he wasn’t too chilled out.

“Amy’s… well, Amy’s a handful sometimes, but you gotta admire her heart.”

Still, Classic Sonic just huffed and ruffled himself further into his grumpy stance, making his quills look messy, as Sonic continued to snicker to himself.

“Look, before you lose complete trust with her, I would like to suggest… a challenge.” He lowered a pointer finger to his grumpy self, as Classic Sonic’s eyes perked up, and he slowly rolled them towards his friend, breaking out of his grump-look and leaning to his friend with curiosity.

“There is a way to see the real Amy. The reason I keep her around.” Sonic explained, before getting up, and striking another signature look of his smile and finger waving, “But it takes strategy… I’ll fill you in on how to get it out of her, but you’ll have to take it from there.”

Classic Sonic bounced up, rolling to his back and then flipping up, before matching Sonic’s look, and seeming interested in what this entailed.

Plus, he was bored. And he was awfully in wonder at how his future self could put up with such a party-pooper.

………..Later in the forest~

Classic Sonic had spotted Amy, looking out over the limited view she had near a few trees, that led down to a lower land.

He paused a moment, gripping the tree and looking down and behind him, before shaking his head, and looking determined to find out what it was about this girl that kept his older self around her for so long.

He took a silent breath and walked out.

Amy heard the tiny footfalls and was surprised as she turned around to see Classic Sonic.

“A-ah! Little Sonic!” she looked around, not sure where to go from here.

He made a frown,… but quickly enacted his older self’s strategy.


To lure the so-called, ‘real her’, he had to charm her up a bit, and so he put on a smile and walked up next to her, trying to look friendly.


“O-oh.. are you.. not mad at me anymore?”


He lowered his head, but nodded, letting out a fake chuckle, and looked away.

It was awkward for a moment, before Amy giggled, and his head shot straight up, before looking at her with that ‘o’ of disbelief as his mouth again.

“I’m so glad! I was worried I’d never see you again!”

The look of pure joy on her face was something that held his eyes… and caused him to stare and search her face a moment.

This was… strange… wasn’t she violent and roaring at him all the time?

“I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have gotten so mad at you… I understand that your nature is one of being very playful and mischievous, but I usually thought that was more around bad guys…” she stepped a foot out and leaned on it back and forth, having a cute sway as she looked off into the distance up towards the sky to her right, before laughing again and looking to Classic Sonic.

“I’m really sorry. It’s just… when I look at you, I remember all the wonderful adventures and moments I’ve had with you! And well… when you were mean to me… I guess I just got so upset because… because it kinda ruined those moments for me… you know?” She turned away, before putting a finger to her mouth in thought, and turning to him again.

Now he was completely mesmerized at the transformation this lady had undertaken.

In a matter of simply smiling politely to her, she was now so much kinder, sweeter, and genuine.


His eyes blinked in his confusion and surprise.

“U-uh… well, it’s the truth.” She put her hands behind her back and looked down, smiling nervously. “I really don’t want you to judge our relationship based on what you’ve seen or heard… because… I really do still want to meet you, Sonic. And I really want you to meet me too…” she turned to him, “It’s fate! After all! Hehe~”

Her giggle and sudden excitement, turning to him and hopping a little towards him made him step back and his hands move back to balance himself with his reaction to her advance, but he couldn’t help but be in awe at how… how…

Cute this girl was turning out to be…

Did she really admire him that much?

“Hmm? What? Don’t understand?”

He shook his head, being sincere about the situation.

“Hmm.. let me think.” She leaned up a moment, before clapping her hands, “Ah-ha! I know!”

She giggled again and rushed over to his side, sitting down and making him nervous as she tucked her dress down and laid on the grass near him.

She patted the spot next to her, inviting him to sit too.

He really didn’t want to be so close to this girl, but he ended up remembering the strategy, and reluctantly, plopped down.

Still, his head was up to the side, opposite of her, and his eyes were closed. Distancing himself from her in a body-language way.

“Still being the cool-kid, huh?” she teased, before looking up at the sky again. “I remember being so amazed at how you would be so brave as to always do the right thing… even when no one else would…”

Sonic’s eyes shot open, and he turned to look at her, slowly though, and in increments.

She closed her eyes, reminiscing, “I still remember seeing you for the first time… Hehe! You were so cool! And very handsome.” She nodded her head.

Classic Sonic stared before his face turned to one of pride, and then looked up with a haughty smile on his face, eyes closed as she flicked his nose with his thumb, as if saying, ‘Of course! I’m irresistible!’.

She laughed again, before continuing, “You would save anyone who ever had need of you… and you would do so in a heartbeat! Literally! It really made me admire you a lot.”

She turned to him with a pleasant smile, that Classic Sonic could see a glimmer of what his older self had meant… about who she really was.

He searched her eyes and saw nothing but kindness, and a good heart

“I hope this means you won’t regret meeting me… or even try and dodge the encounter because…” she got up again, startling him slightly as he got up to follow her movement.

“Because… I really do like you a lot.. Sonic.. The Hedgehog.”

She spoke into her hand, as if trying to hide her blush, before turning around and shaking her head. “Oh man! How embarrassing! Hehe! We barely even know each other! Well, you don’t know me very well, but I certainly know you! Hehehe~”

Something loud and disturbing beat in Sonic’s little heart, and it rapidly increased as he noticed her smile get bigger and bigger, and her laughter grow louder and louder, and almost wished it wouldn’t end.

He brought her so much joy in memory… he didn’t understand it, but he definitely understood what his heart was saying.

She calmed down and nodded to him, before turning to walk away. “I… I hope you’ll treat her kindly… Sonic.”

As she departed, Classic Sonic’s face turned grim, as he held out a sorrowful hand to her, but couldn’t seem to let himself stop her.

He looked around quickly, before letting an open-smile cross his face and dashing to retrieve what he had seen.

Zipping in front of her in a blue blur of light, he held out a simple, but beautiful looking pink flower to her, with little dew drops making it shine in the evening light.

She gasped, and leaned down to receive his gift, as he did a little showy pose for her, and left her with a ‘handsome’ signature look.

“Oh, you really are a charmer, aren’t you?” she teased him, before looking at the flower thoughtfully,… thinking…

“…Does this mean… you still want me as a friend?” She asked, her face showing her hope for the answer to remain a yes.


Classic Sonic’s expression changed to a softer one, something he wasn’t used too doing, being gentle and sweet around people.

He took a big breath and bowed to her, before winking and doing another pose before dashing off.

Amy got up, and watched after him, seeing he had pulled out a chilidog and started to eat it too.

The challenge came with a reward for completing it… it seemed.

“See? Told ya it was easy.”

Amy looked behind her to see Modern Sonic walk out, winking to her as he noticed her slight tears from being given a flower and accepted by his past self once more.

“O-oh?” she wiped her eyes, “I.. I didn’t even notice I was..”

Sonic chuckled and moved a hand up to her face, using the palm of his hand to wipe the remaining water out of her eyes. “Why do you always cry? It’s a little embarrassing, honestly.” He teased.

She giggled, liking his sudden show of affection, before he leaned back and put his hands on his hips, shaking his head. “That kid… will he ever learn? But I suppose you know now,… he’s cool with ya.” Sonic winked again, as Amy’s entire face lit up with approval.

“Yes! I’m still his friend!” She struck a triumphant pose, before Sonic had to ruin the moment with-

“Really? You’re this happy for being in the friendzone?”

Amy’s whole being looked like it had been shot through and shaken by lightning.


Sonic laughed again, “Well, at least your happy.” He continued to tease her, making her get close to her breaking point.

“Why are you being so mean now…” she pouted, whining out the complaint as he held his arms out to excuse himself.

“Hey, I was just letting you know the current situation. But the more he comes to know you… I think the more he’ll stick around.” Sonic smirked and gave another wink to her, as Amy got up and dashed over to him, stopping right in front of him.

“Oh! Don’t act like you’re the one ‘sticking around’, Sonic! Admit it! I’m the only girl who’d ever put up with you! Hmph.” She turned around with a puffed up cheek, and then looked lovingly back to the flower in her hand, turning it slightly so she could see the dew, which sparkled like diamonds at this angle…


Sonic looked down at it, before moving his eyes up to see her face, and smiled again.


He plucked the flower from her hand and surprised her by placing it right next to her ear, using her headband to keep it in place, and putting the stem through her hair so it would hold.


She turned to look at him as he admired the positioning of it a moment, a hand up to his chin, before stating, “Heh, beautiful!” and then returning to his normal stance.

“You told me it was fate, right? Well, if it really is fate, then maybe you are the only woman who would put up with me.”


Amy held her silence, awestruck by what he had just said.

“Buuuut~” a wicked grin suddenly formed as he held a finger up, and started to calmly walk away. “You also called me a charmer! And that means that you’re not the only one who finds me…” he turned around, striking a flirty pose, “irresistible.”

“Grr… SOOOONNNICC!!! IF I FIND OUT YOU’VE BEEN TWO-TIMNG ME WITH OTHER WEMON I’LL… IIIII’LLL-!!!!!”

“Whoops! Triggered the ‘Grr’!”

Sonic dashed off as Amy stormed after him, but all the while, a playful and mischievous smile on his face, almost thrilled to be chased after, even if she did look a little scary…

On Location Pt. 11 - How Did it Come to This?

Pairings: Reader x Jensen

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,500 (sorry it’s so damn short)

Summary: Y/N finally wakes up after being in a coma for a week, Jensen never leaving her side. The question is, does Y/N remember anything? Does she remember Jensen and what she has with him? Will she remember? Will she be able to pick up where they left off or will she see things in a different light without her memories?

A/N: This chapter sucks balls. Oh my word, I am so sorry. I really hope you guys aren’t disappointed with this drivel. There are only two parts left and then I’ll be done torturing you with this crap!

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Not Alone ~ Ten x Reader

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Female - identify yourself !” You stared straight into the metal scope, currently attached to your enemy, watching the blue light inside widen and move as it took in your features. Two other Daleks stood either side their crimson commander - one with matte ivory bodywork, the other the generic gold seen on most of their species.

Surprisingly, the three failed recognise your species - you’d have thought that after the Time War, they would have covered that blind spot by now.

You left Gallifrey, shortly after seeing your home burn and die. Word got around of the planet's destruction, spreading like wild fire, and soon you found there to be an exceptionally high bounty on your head, which seemed to rise with every galaxy you travelled to,“ Identify ! Identify !” The gold Dalek commanded, showing frustration and false superiority that could only be expected of their kind.

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