okay i hated the last one i did whatever here's this i'm going to bed

Episode 1: The King’s Weakness

“Is that blood?”

“No?”

“That’s not a question you are supposed to answer with another question.”

“Then, what do you expect me to say? That there’s a red liquid coming out of your bloody head?” You replied sarcastically. 

But little did you know, Pan was genuinely asking.

Fear that what you said was true, he placed his hand on his head. As he pulled it back to the front of his face, his eyes widened at the sight of red goo that now covered his palm. 

Not long after, you saw Pan’s face turned white-wash and his lips turning blue. A sense of worry started to kick in. “Pan, are you alright?”

No reply.

Instinctively, you walked over to his side and tapped on his shoulder. “Pan, can you hear me? Are you alright?”

Pan started to sway for a moment. Knowing well what would happen next, you swiftly stood behind him and caught him just in time before his body could slam the ground. Unable to hold his weight, you slowly sat down and placed his head on your lap. You shook his body, trying to pull him out of his fainting spell.

“Pan! Pan! Wake up!” You heaved a sigh of relief as Pan gradually opened his eyes.

“Why the bloody hell did you push me out of the way?” From your tone of voice, Pan could not determine whether you were scolding him or just merely your way of showing concern.

“Seriously?” Pan spoke faintly. “You are… blaming me… after… I saved you…?”

Watching Pan in terrible pain, a sense of guilt seeped in your heart. If it were not for his actions, you would be the one lying on the ground with an arrow in your heart, literally. Who fire that arrow anyway? You pushed away that thought for a moment as you turned your attention back to the major problem in your hand, literally.

“Can you use your magic to heal yourself?” You suggested after recalling seeing him treating the boys’ injuries time and time again.

Pan tried to reach out for his head, trying to heal himself with his magic as you suggested. However, the pain was draining his energy away. Feeling obligated to help the guy who had saved you from a terrible fate, you quickly came up with an alternative plan to heal Pan.

You reached out for your walkie-talkie that was strapped to your belt and pressed a small button. After allowing the static sound to clear, you spoke into the black rectangular box which has an antenna protruding out of it. “Felix. Felix. Do you copy?”

Moments later, which felt like centuries in emergency like this, a roughed voice was heard from the other end. “Yes, y/n. What’s wrong?”

“There’s been an emergency. Pan is…” Before you could continue, Pan shook his head and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Understood his facial expression, you nodded.

“Y/n. Y/n. What happened to Pan?”

“Err… Pan and I are backing out from the game.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Where’s Pan? Should I call the boys in?”

“No!” You blurted out. “Don’t. Just continue with the game and act as per normal.”

You looked into Pan’s eyes, telepathically asking him if Felix should be told. Despite no words being exchanged, it was as if you knew what you were going to say to one another. Knowing that Pan has given his consent, you continued. “Once you are done, come to Pan’s treehouse. I’ll tell you more then. Just don’t say anything to boys, aites?”

Felix took a moment to think. “Alright, I trust you. If you need me, please call me out immediately and I’ll come right over. Got it?”

“Yes, Felix.”

With that, you switched off the device and turned your attention back to Pan who was starting to drift away. “Pan.” You gently shook his body. “I need you to stay with me, alright? I’ll fly us back to your treehouse. I think I know how fix that head of yours.” Pan slowly nodded, agreeing with your plan.

“Great. Now, I need you to stand up. Can you do that?”

He nodded again. You placed your hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.

“Good. On the count of three. 1… 2… 3.” On three, you pulled him up, helping him back on his feet.

Pan leaned on you for support, placing almost all his weight on you. You struggled to get a stable position to hold up his weight. In these moments, you could only be grateful for the creation of pixie dust. If there is no way for you to fly, it would be almost impossible for you to bring Pan back to camp alone.

You grabbed a handful of green, sparkling dust from the bottom pocket of your shirt. I believe, you closed your eyes as you affirmed that believe in your heart. With that, you threw the dust over yourself and Pan. The next moment, you found yourself flying towards Pan’s treehouse.

Throughout the journey, there were not much exchange of words between yourself and Pan; just once in a while to make sure that he stays awake; perhaps mostly because of the anxiety that was consuming you by the minute. What’s worse, you were not certain whether your plan is going to succeed. All these while, it was Pan who healed the injured using his magic. Now, it was him who were badly wounded and none of us have the powers to heal him. You could only pray hard that you will succeed.

Halfway through the fly, a sudden realization hits you. 

No… It can’t be… 

But how’s that possible…?

Urgh! Why so many questions today? Oh… I’m so going to kill the person who fired that arrow?

With Pan’s treehouse coming to view, you ignored your worry for a moment and checked on Pan once again who seemed to be awake, but only just. You landed in his balcony and walked Pan over to his bed. Carefully, you laid him down on his bed. You hurriedly walked over to a shelf that stood by the wall across his bed.

“Now… where did you put it?” You rummaged through his stuffs in the shelf, looking for a small glass bottle. You could have sworn you saw it somewhere on the shelf the last time you were there.

“What are you looking for, honey?” He spoke with his little energy left.

“The water from Neverland’s spring. Where did you put it?”

“Wait… How did you kn-?”

“Never mind that. I’ll explain it to you once you are well. Quick. Tell me.”

“It’s in the white box, top row.” He said as he pointed at the top shelf.

Instantaneously, you reached out for a white box with a red cross on it right at the place where Pan mentioned. “Why would you even keep it in a first-aid box? Ah nevermind that.”

You opened the lid and found the glass bottle that you were looking for. Yes! The waters from Neverland’s spring! This should help him. With no time to lose, you placed the box back on the shelf and ran back to Pan.

You lifted Pan’s head anxiously and placed it over your lap, raising his head a tad higher. “Drink up.” You whispered while unscrewing the lid with one hand. You poured the glistening clear liquid into Pan’s mouth. Drinking it all in one gulp, you placed his head back down on the fluffy pillow.

Soon after, you could see Pan’s lips lifted upwards and his dimples faintly showing through his cheek, telling you that the waters did its magic. For the first time in years, never had you felt contented to see the sweet, charming smile on his face. Without realising it, he infected you with his smile as you grinned.

“I never knew you cared so much about me.”

“Huh?” You stared down at Pan, who was looking at you with a gaze you could not quite comprehend. But yet, this look invited a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“I thought you hate me.” Pan repeated.

“Who said I hate you?”

“Well, let’s see. First, you don’t like to follow whatever I’ve instructed you to do. Always love to do the opposite of everything that I said. Second, you could tell all the grandmother stories to the boys that they had to stop you from talking more. But when it comes to me, you only gave me a one-word answer. Also, you were so kind to the boys. But when I asked for your help, you treated me like I’m a tosser.”

“You are actually.”

Pan stared at you with widened eyes, surprised by your bluntness. Throughout the hundreds of years that he became the king of Neverland, never had any of his lost boys talked back at him. But instead of anger, he was intrigued to know you even better.

“Alright, fine. I’m a tosser.”

“You are! Only a tosser like you save others instead of himself.” You paused. “Why did you even push me out of the way? If I was the one injured, you could have healed me with your magic. Instead, you got hurt and no one here have even the slightest power to heal you. Imagine if I hadn’t spot your stash of Neverland’s spring. How am I going to save you then?”

“Sorry, honey.” Yes, you felt outraged at him for caring about you more than himself. But his guilty eyes charmed you, making it hard for you to stay mad.

“It’s alright.” You responded while brushing through his hair, looking for any open wound. You let out a short breath, glad there wasn’t any. “Try and get some rest. We’ll talk more once you are well.”

“Can I put you and Felix in charge of the boys for now?”

“Don’t worry about them. They’ll be in good hands.” Assured by your words, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep slumber.

Watching Pan recovering fast, you heaved a sigh of relief, glad that the worst was over. Quietly, you walked away from Pan and head for the door, trying your best to avoid even the slightest creak of the wooden floor that you were standing on.

As you stepped outside, you could see Felix running towards you.

“What… was… the… emergency…? Are… you… guys… okay?” Felix queried, breathing heavily in between his words.

“Yeah. We’re both fine.” You replied briefly, still in deep thoughts. Despite the worst being over, there’s another worry that you can’t seem to stop thinking about. 

After mustering up enough courage, you finally spoke to Felix with regards to your concern. “Felix. I need to talk to you. It’s about Pan.”

After inhaling a final deep breath, his breathing finally stabilized. “Yeah? What about him?”

“Pan almost died today.”


come home // nurseydex

a/n: thank u to everyone who reblogged/commented/responded to in any way my last fic!! it was so nice to read and i’m gonna try to publish scraps of stuff more often. anyways - 4.7k about nursey getting mugged and boys being domestic. 

7:47

Dex gets the call in the middle of a nap and despite seeing the ridiculous shirtless selfie  of Nursey in Ransom’s white Snapback flash across his screen, he answers the call, mumbling a bleary and vaguely frustrated “hello?” into the mouthpiece. If this is another rant about Jeff Bezos, he swears to fucking god–

“Uh… hey, Will.”

Will?

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anonymous asked:

If you're still taking sick prompts? Maybe 'I'm dying' or 'Insult to injury' with Kylo sick or 'Persuasive Partners' with Rey?

Kylo - Insult to Injury

What started off as a sniffle, hidden behind grunts of pain as he hobbled around the old two-story on crutches, was passed off as allergies. Then came the sneezing, and the wheezing. The fever and vomiting caught both himself and Rey by surprise, and when he’d tipped over en route to the bathroom and lost his dinner right in the hallway, Rey had a feeling there was something more to it than just a headcold. He groaned as she pulled his hair back, then helped hoist him up and onto his good leg. 

“’M sorry,” he managed to slur, his eyes glassy as he stared at her, all two-hundred or so pounds of muscle baring down on her as she eased him around the sick and into the cool tiled bathroom. 

“It’s fine,” she promised, keeping her voice as soothing as she could. Slowly, she propped him next to the toilet, stripping his shirt off and throwing it into the hall to be washed. “Don’t worry.” 

“Y’don’t have to do this.” 

She looked over from where she was starting a bath, keeping the water a comfortable temperature so that he wouldn’t catch a chill as he cleaned himself and spewed whatever else was left in his stomach. They’d only been roommates for the last half a year, and while it wasn’t always the easiest, when he’d broken his leg in a car accident she’d felt … pity. Saying nothing about the scar racing down one side of his face, it was clear that he certainly wasn’t the same after totaling the old C-Class. This … sickness, or whatever it was, just wasn’t playing fair. 

“It’s fine,” she promised, offering him a small smile. “You’ll want to strip down, though. Easier to just take a bath and get it all out now while you can, then clean yourself off so you can sleep. The heat’ll help with the chills, too.” She paused, watching his long fingers struggle with the button and zipper, before she gave up to help him with that as well. 

She’d never thought this would be how she took Kylo Ren’s pants off for the first time. 

“Rey?” He looked up at her, swallowing thickly as she helped him ease his way out of his pants, then blessedly left his boxers on as she helped to move him to the edge of the tub. “Can you call my mother?” 

Rey’s face softened and she nodded. “Yeah. I’ll give Leia a call.” 

“Thank you.” 

Rey - Persuasive Partners

“I’m fine.” Really, how many times did she have to insist on it? Rey growled as she struggled to get up and out of bed, only to have Kylo ease her back down onto the sheets from the other side of her. He’d crawled in to snuggle with her last night, and while she’d enjoyed the contact for the first half an hour of it, she’d woken up half a dozen times with overly-warm skin and a serious need for fresh air. Now he wasn’t letting her get out of bed and seriously? She needed to. Needed to stop looking at the same four walls before she drove herself insane and started seeing people in the wallpaper. 

“You could hardly keep anything down for the past twelve hours, you’re not fine.” Kylo sat up on his elbows, staring determinedly at her. “I’m not letting you out of bed.” 

“What, you’re going to keep me prisoner here? Cuff me to the bed frame?” She sneered, eyeing him and the way that his throat bobbed at the idea. 

“If you make me, yeah.” His gaze was resolute, his expression set. “Don’t tempt me.” 

They stared at one another, neither wanting to be the very first to break, but the tension grew too thick in a matter of moments. 

“Look,” Kylo started as Rey’s shoulders relaxed by centimeters. “I know you hate being sick. I know you hate feeling weak but–Rey, if you stay in bed at least for the rest of the day–until you’re feeling better, or at least until you get a clean bill of health from the doctor … I’ll let you peg me till I scream.” 

Now his cheeks were burning, and Rey felt her own lips spread into a grin. “You’re just saying that to get me to behave.” 

“Nope. I mean it.” 

She arched a brow. “Truly?” 

“Scouts honor.” 

“You have no honor.” 

“Okay, I promise.” He was looking more and more agitated as she drew it out, and it only made her cheeks hurt from grinning so hard. She eased back under the covers and gave a small yawn as she stretched her arms out above her head. Kylo, looking equally relieved and horrified that his trick had worked, rested his head on her chest and let her play with his hair. 

“Till you scream, huh?” she murmured. 

“Heaven help me, yep.” 

“Guess that’s worth a couple more hours of rest.” 

Coming home.

Requested by anon: Marc Bartra imagine where he comes home after being away for a long time, with some drama. (It’s a little short, i’m sorry)

‘Foot up, my foot up. Hold up now my foot up.’ I sing along with song on the tv, while i’m painting my toenails. When i’m done, i put the nailspolish on the table in front of the couch and lean back, smiling. I’ve been smiling all week long. At college, at work, at home in the night before i fall asleep. I’m smiling because tonight, after 3 months, my boyfriend Marc is finally coming home. Even though it’s only for a couple weeks. The thought of him holding me at night, whispering sweet things in my ear again, makes my head spin in excitement. I never thought i’d find the love of my life at only 19 years old, but i have. He’s a famous football player and i’m a college student. My smile fades away when i think about what will happen after these 3 or 4 weeks. He will only be a 2 hour flight away, but i don’t have the time or money to visit him as often as i want to. He sometimes suprises me by randomly buying me a ticket to come to him, but i don’t like it when he spends money on me. There’s enough gossip going around about me being a golddigger anyway, which is ridiculous but oh well. It’s all the bagage that comes with having a famous boyfriend. Football is his life, and whatever makes him happy, makes me happy too. The same way he never pushed me to drop out of college to travel with him wherever he goes, because he knows i wanna be able to take care of myself when i need to. I don’t want to rely on anyone else, financially. My thoughts are rudely disturbed by the buzzing of my phone, and i’m annoyed until i see Marc’s face on my homescreen. I pick up smiling.
'Hey!’ I say, my voice full with enthusiasm.
'Hey, listen something happened and i only have 10 percent battery left but i won’t be able to be home tonight..’
'Oh..’ I simply say.
'I’m sorry baby, the flight is delayed, and there are a lot of fans at the airport, so they arranged for us to stay another two days here.’ He says, not really making me any happier.
'It’s okay.’ I say, trying not to cry on the phone.
'It’s not your fault.. i just miss you.’ I say. My voice sounds sad and dissapointed, unlike his which sounds agitated and hurried.
'I know i’m so sorry, i’ll make it up to you, i promise.’ And with those words he hangs up on me. Ten percent battery left and i don’t even get a goodbye?
'Fuck.’ I swear, throwing my phone away from me. I wipe the tears away, and walk over to the kitchen, pouring myself something to drink. I hate dissapointments, but i’m not sure what it is i’m dissapointed in. The fact that he will be away for another two days, or the way he didn’t even sound sad himself. Did it become easy for him to stay away from me? I bite my lip, thinking about our first weeks together. We couldn’t go a minute without each other, and now he can easily go two days without me. I know i sound psychotic and needy, but i miss him so much it makes my head hurt. In two days it will be monday, which means i will be at school by the time he arrives. Everything just keeps getting worse. I decide to take a shower and go to bed, trying to sleep the sadness away. I end up on my phone, reading my timeline on twitter, when suddenly i hear sounds from downstairs. I sit up immediately trying to figure out if i actually heard it right, or if i’m going crazy. But then i hear some shuffling, and i jump out of bed, putting my robe on. Why do i sleep in only my underwears again? I hastily grab the lamp from my nightstand, and start walking towards the door. I wait, and hold my breath when i hear someone running up the stairs. Shit, there’s a fucking robbery going on in my house and i picked up a lamp to defend myself. I’m ready to smash the person’s face in, but when the door opens and my eyes meet Marc’s blue ones i’m suprised. His eyes widen when he sees the state i’m in. My hair messy, no make up, in only a robe, holding a lamp in my hand. I drop the lamp, and run towards him. He smiles, and puts his arms around me lifting me up.
'You son of a bitch! I almost killed you.’ I say, trying to fight against the tears forming in my eyes.
'Really Y/N? With a lamp?’ He laughs, and as soon as he puts me down i swat his arm.
'Why are you here?! Don’t tell me it was a joke because i will reconsider killing you with the lamp.’ I say, hugging him again.
'Baby, i just wanted to suprise you.. Spice up some things.’ I raise my eyebrow at him, really?
'If you wanna spice up our relationship, come home early for a change. I did not like this at all!’ He laughs and kisses my temple.
'Well maybe i just wanted to see you when you didn’t get ready for hours. Maybe..’ He says, putting his arm around my waist.
'I wanted to see you like this. You in your rawest state, when you haven’t tried to make yourself look prettier for me.’ He bites his lip, eyeing my body. I feel myself blushing, and step away from him a little. He cocks his head to one side, and grins.
'You know what i like about you?’ He says, taking off his jacket.
'After we’ve been together for so long, and after i’ve seeing you naked so many times, you still get so shy when i look at you this way.’ He puts one of his hands behind my neck, and one around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Our lips connect, after what feels like years, and suddenly we are in a heated make out session. He’s the one to pull back first, and i gasp for air. I need him, as much as he needs me. I quickly pull my robe off and throw it away, before i reach for the hem of his shirt. He grins, and lets me take it off for him.
'Eager aren’t we?’ He says, and i gulp. His voice is a full octave deeper, and the lust in his eyes turns my legs into mush. I take his hand and kiss the palm, then his shoulder, and last but not least, his neck. He groans, and pulls me even closer to him to kiss me again. I pull him back with me, which causes us to fall on the bed.
'I thought you were mad at me baby girl.’ He chuckles, and i growl.
'Yes, but you’re too sexy to resist.’ We both laugh, before he kisses me again.

'Marc..’ I whisper, shaking his shoulder a little. He groans, and turns away from me.
'Babe, i made you breakfast.’ I say, trying to ignore the scratch marks i left on his back.
'What?’ He says and turns back around to me. His voice is raspy, his hair is messy and he is wearing absolutely nothing. This is the best way to start my day.
'Goodmorning beautiful.’ He says, and sits up. He takes a corissant, and takes a bite of it.We just sit there and grin at each other. Last night was amazing. We were both high off each other, and it’s the best feeling in the world. He reaches his hand towards me and i take it, letting him pull me to lay against him. I hear his heartbeat, and i close my eyes.
'I love you.’ He says, and i nuzzle my face in his chest.
'I love you.’ I say back to him, tracing his abs with my finger. I don’t care how sad he made me with his 'joke,’ or how much time he spends away from me, because moments like these make it all worthwile.

padfoot-lupin-deactivated201511  asked:

Soooo bout that Teacher Teddy/Student James... I'm interested and craving maybe another two?? If that is possible????

Yooooo! I can make you one long one? Will that be okay? 

  • Because let’s face it, James is named after two of the best pranksters and actually rather genius wizards to ever attend Hogwarts. 
  • Teddy was doomed from the start.
  • And he should have known that going into this position. 
  • But he hoped that it wouldn’t be like this. 
  • This awkward…whatever it was. 
  • Whether he knew it or not, he was falling right into the palm of James’s plan when he gave him detention after making an inappropriate comment for the fifth time during his lesson on Veela. 
  • Because that’s already a touchy subject. 
  • And if he were thinking clearly at the time he wouldn’t have made him spend his detention with him. 
  • So now they sat in silence while James wrote “I will not make inappropriate remarks during class” over and over and over while Teddy sat at his desk, feet propped on top of it, reading over when one the text books on werewolves that Remus had left comments on in the margins. 
  • He didn’t know when James stood up, but suddenly there was a piece of parchment beside his feet with both sides covered. 
  • “I fully expect this to be the last time I have to see you in my office for detention.” 
  • He says this without looking up. 
  • “Of course, Professor Lupin.” 
  • Teddy freezes. That should not have sent shivers down his spine, and definitely should not have sent sparks to his groin. 
  • “It’s late. Go to bed, Jamie.” 
  • But James lingered, and Teddy could feel his gaze on him. 
  • “Something else on your mind?” 
  • Teddy still didn’t look up. Jamie was still silent. 
  • ……..
  • Teddy finally closed the book and set it atop the parchment. 
  • Immediately James was in his lap and purring something wonderful in his ear. 
  • “You like it, don’t you?”
  • Teddy barely had a chance to react to the lips on his neck 
  • And it’s so wrong, but it feels so nice. 
  • “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Potter.” 
  • “I think you do…”
  • James leaned close to his ear and Teddy forced himself not to shiver as his tongue traced a light trail along the shell. 
  • “…Professor.” 
  • Teddy snapped.
  • The noise he made was something between a groan and a sigh of defeat and he gripped James’s hips, dragging him closer. 
  • His lips found James’s in a bruising kiss. 
  • Fuck he missed this.
  • He hated the yearning that burned in his stomach that wanted so badly to taste him all the time. 
  • Teddy was sure he would never tire of the perpetual hint of peppermint that always delighted his tongue when they kissed. 
  • And he would certainly never tire of the way James would simply melt into him at just the smallest touch. 
  • Really, he would never tire of James Sirius Potter and every little thing he did. 
  • They broke, just for a second.
  • But it was over sooner that either wanted it to be. 
  • “We have to stop.” 
  • “We don’t.”
  • “I’m your professor.” 
  • “You’re my boyfriend.” 
  • Teddy sighed and held him close. It was nice to be a boyfriend again. 
  • It was nicer that he was James’s boyfriend. 
  • His voice strained as he tried to sound authoritative. 
  • “We can’t do this here.” 
  • James sat for another moment before he climbed out of his lap. He had intended to walk away without another word, but Teddy caught him by the sleeve and stood. 
  • “Christmas break. It’s only a few weeks away.”
  • James shrugged.
  • “So what?” 
  • “So…” 
  • Teddy kissed him again, softer this time. 
  • “We’re going home for the holidays, right? At home, I’m not your professor.” 
  • He kisses James again. 
  • “And I’ll have no remorse giving into you.” 
  • A slow smile spread on James’s face and he tried to hide his blush. 
  • “…Christmas. Okay.” 

anonymous asked:

“Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" and nursey/dex for the prompt thing

Dex trips down the front steps of the Haus.

He wishes he could say he was drunk, wishes he could blame it on the bucket of tub juice currently being manned by Ollie and Wicks. But no, he’s stone cold sober, and had been intent on making a hasty escape when he lost his footing and missed a step. He lands all wrong on his ankle, and it hurts to put weight on it, breath hissing through his teeth. The fucking steps would’ve been fixed this morning if Ransom hadn’t decided that he needed to change the oil on his car right away, and Dex had somehow gotten roped into that. So now, here he is, sitting on the front lawn of the Haus cradling his ankle in his hands. Thankfully the season is over, but there’s music rattling the windows and he’s pretty sure if he leans the right way he’ll still be able to see Nursey making out with Mike from their poli-sci class. Mike with his blonde hair and blue eyes and stupid chill attitude. 

Dex hates him.

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anonymous asked:

I saw the subspace one or whatever and it reminded me of this that I've wanted written but I'm a shit writer: Sam and Dean going through a huge ass fight, and Sam is too scared to ask Dean to Dom for him again because he thought Dean wouldn't want to( would be angry at him for asking), so he goes out to find a different Dom, just for one night, and then he goes through serious sub drop for the next few days. It's up to Dean to figure out what happened to his Sammy (and he does).

Hi there, anon. :) Please don’t sell yourself short like that! I’m sure you are a wonderful writer and I really hope you continue to write if it’s something you truly enjoy doing. <3

Anywho, I hope this is to your liking! (P.S. this is set during season five right after Sympathy for the Devil.)

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I just don’t think I can trust you.

Those words had been haunting Sam for the last week. Each night when he laid down, tired and full of regret, he heard those ominous words echoing in his mind; saw Dean’s face, expression cold and bitter with betrayal as he spoke them over and over again and it made Sam’s heart ache. Dean’s trust was something Sam had always cherished and been grateful for and now he’d lost it. He’d fucked up royally, and there was nothing he could do to earn his brother’s trust back now. Not after what he’d done. Sam had chosen Ruby over Dean; had chose to trust a demon over his own flesh and blood and it didn’t matter if he’d thought he was doing the right thing at the time, Sam had been wrong and the words ‘I’m sorry’ just weren’t going to cut it.

So, Sam didn’t bother apologizing anymore once Dean had shot him down initially. He just didn’t see the point. And maybe, just maybe, there was a small part of Sam that was afraid, if he apologized profusely enough, that Dean would actually come around and forgive him. Which Sam didn’t deserve. He didn’t deserve Dean’s forgiveness and he certainly didn’t deserve Dean’s sympathy. He needed to be punished for what he’d done; needed to feel that agonizing pain of knowing he’d screwed up all on his own and that there was nobody to blame but himself. But it shouldn’t have stopped there. Sam felt, with every fiber of his being, that he needed not only a psychological punishment but a physical one as well. He needed to feel the harsh sting of a whip against his skin, needed to feel soft skin welt and bruise under another’s hand; and if Dean hadn’t been so livid with him, Sam would have dropped to his knees and begged for such a punishment from his big brother. He couldn’t though, not when he knew there was a very good possibility that Dean would say no; that he would be disgusted that Sam even had the audacity to ask. Truthfully, Sam couldn’t take the disappointment or the shame that came with his big brother denying him such a request.

There was a way for him to get what he needed though, and Sam, God help him, couldn’t even last seven days before he went off, weak and broken, to find it. And while being dominated by a man that wasn’t Dean felt so wrong to Sam, it got him the punishment he craved, the punishment he deserved. Unfortunately however, it also pulled him even further into his dark state of depression. The man who’d been his substitute Dom had fucked him and left him, and his disinterest in Sam’s well-being had been just another reminder to the young hunter that he was worthless. He didn’t deserve the kindness or sympathy of that stranger, just like he didn’t deserve such treatment from his big brother.

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“Okay, that’s it. What the hell is going on, man?” Dean asked, voice low and burdened with concern as he crawled into bed with Sam. “You’ve been lying here for the last three days…seriously, you’re starting to scare me.”

“…Nothing,” Sam mumbled in reply, a sharp, white-hot pain streaking across his chest when he realized that Dean was taking care to keep his distance. God, his brother couldn’t even stand the thought of leaning against him. Like the very touch of Sam’s skin would infect him with a some vile disease.

“Don’t lie to me, Sam. Something’s happened. This isn’t just about Ruby…or the apocalypse.”

“You’re right, Dean, it’s not!”

Sam was shaking, tears blurring his vision as he curled himself into a ball, cringing violently when he felt Dean’s hand settle on his shoulder.

“Sam- Sammy, please?…What’s going on?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“No, Sam. I’m not just gonna sit back and watch you suffer…I can’t,” Dean whispered, fingers sliding upward to tangle in Sam’s hair, scratching gently; the affection in the gesture making the younger man sick with want. Want for something he did not deserve in the slightest.

“…Dean, please…It’s- it’s just…” Sam pleaded with a broken sob. God, this was the last thing he wanted to tell Dean right now.

“It’s just what, Sam? Subdrop? I know, sweetheart.”

Before he could stop himself, Sam rolled over onto his back, looking up at his big brother in complete shock. Dean knew. Damn it, Dean knew! Sam could see it in his beautiful eyes. This was just friggin’ great. As if his brother didn’t hate him enough. 

“…How?”

“I had my suspicions when you didn’t come home a couple of nights ago. You think you can just stay out until ass o’clock in the morning and expect me not to jump to all kinds of shitty conclusions?”

“Dean…God, I’m so sorry. It- I swear it didn’t mean anything. I just-”

“Ssh,” Dean cooed, leaning down to kiss Sam’s cheek; warm lips pressing firm against tear stained skin as Sam let out another pitiful sob. “I don’t care, okay? You needed something that I couldn’t give you…I get that…but Sammy, you gotta know that what you’re feeling isn’t true. All those horrible thoughts? They’re just a product of the subdrop, okay? None of its true.”

“…That’s where you’re wrong, Dean. Subdrop or not, that doesn’t change the fact that I screwed up, irrevocably so…and that I’m a waste of fucking space.”

“Damn it, Sam. Don’t say that! You act like you’re the only Winchester to ever make a mistake. News flash, you’re not. And if you ever say that you’re a waste of space again I’ll kick your teeth down your throat. I wouldn’t have a fucking clue what to do with myself if you weren’t here.”

“Dean…what I did, it’s unforgivable,” Sam cried, big shiny puppy dog eyes brimming with tears as he stared up at Dean in utter anguish.

“Bullshit, Sam. You’re my brother and there isn’t a damn thing you could do that’s unforgivable…I know what I said before but…goddamn it, Sammy I was just angry…and hurt. You have to know I didn’t mean it…I’ll- I’ll get there, baby. I will. I just need some time.”

“…You think you can forgive me? Seriously? Even for starting the apocalypse?”

“Sammy,” Dean sighed, thumb stroking Sam’s cheek tenderly. “I love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved in my entire life and I’m positive that I could forgive you for pretty much anything. Including jumpstarting the apocalypse.”

Dean’s words hit Sam like a freight train, and he was too stunned, too overwhelmed with gratitude to say anything in return. He really didn’t deserve this…no matter how much he wanted it.

“Don’t, baby. Please. I can see those gears grinding.”

“…I can’t help it, De…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, Sammy. It’s okay,” Dean whispered as he peppered soft kisses all over his little brother’s face. “Just do me a favor, alright? Try, really try, to hear what I’m saying. This isn’t all on you…a lot of people, including myself, made a lot of mistakes for this all to fall into place. But you know what? You are gonna be the one to help stop it though. You and me, kiddo. We’re gonna find a way to stop this.”

“How can you be so sure, De?”

“Because I know you, Sammy. You’re a hero, inside and out. And you’re gonna save the world.”

Sam took a deep breath, completely taken aback by his brother confidence in him. Dean sounded so sincere, so genuine. Like he would have bet his life on the fact that what he was saying was 100% true. And it made Sam’s heart swell with pride. When Dean talked like that, it made Sam feel special, needed; and he was almost, maybe just a little, starting to believe what his brother was saying himself. 

“I- I love you so much, De…I wish there was something I could say to show you how fucking sorry I am for what I’ve done.”

“Sammy, seriously. I know. It’s okay,” Dean repeated, looking down at Sam with conviction in his eyes. “It’s gonna be okay. Now c’mon, let’s get you in the shower. Maybe some hot water will do you good.”

“Yeah…yeah alright, De. Will- will you join me?”

“Sure, baby. I can do that.”

MM Characters Finding Out MC Self Harms
  • ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING!⚠️
  • Jumin: "He-hey, babe...what is this about?" *holds up a razor blade, dried blood visible*
  • MC: *suddenly against the wall, pinned tightly by Jumin* "I-I can ex-"
  • Jumin: *cuts MC off with a passionate kiss* "Don't do this. You have me and the RFA. Whatever you need, I can get it for you. I pro-prom-promise" *last sentence stuttering due to overflowing tears*
  • MC: "Jumin, I didn't mean it that way."
  • Jumin: *holding up MC's slashed wrists* "Oh, honey. Please, what can I do? Does it hurt when I put my lips here?"
  • MC: *slightly wincing* "No, it's nothing compared to the pain I've caused you."
  • Jumin: *holding MC tighter against wall* "Don't you dare say anything like that again. You have caused no one any pain but yourself. Tonight...tonight I want you to stay by my side and never leave me. Tomorrow, too. And the next day and the one after that. Until we both leave this world. Don't break this promise, okay."
  • MC: *nodding head against side of Jumin's neck, hugging him in return* "Forever. I promise."
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  • Jaehee: *opening front door, walking in on MC in a ball on the floor, burn marks over her body* "MC, how was your da--OH LORD! MC wake up!"
  • MC: *being softly shaken by Jaehee, then very violently* "Jaehee, don't be mad..."
  • Jaehee: "Dammit, why would I be mad? *sniff* you just scared *sniff* me. Where are these marks from? Did you do this? Are you okay?"
  • MC: *trying to sit up, arms too weak* "I did it myself. Please don't think of me differently, Jaehee. This isn't because of you."
  • Jaehee: *picking MC up and embracing her gently* "No, no. I don't want to ask any more. I want you to rest. I know you like tea, even though my speciality is coffee, I'll make a big mug of chamomile just for you."
  • MC: "God, Jaehee I love you so much."
  • Jaehee: "I worked not only as an assistant to one of the largest companies worldwide, but underneath Jumin Han. I understand how you feel when you do these things to yourself, MC. I-I'll be here next time. No. There won't be a next time, right?"
  • MC: "of...of course, Jaehee. I love you..."
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  • Zen: *opens shower curtain, bathroom extremely foggy* "Hmm...I didn't take that hot of a shower, why is it so damn misty in this room?"
  • MC: *almost inaudibly crying, hiding under a mound of soggy towels by front of bathroom*
  • Zen: "Hey, MC is that you laughing? Did you do something here? Is Seven there to record me tripping and cracking my skull open?"
  • MC: *drops pill bottle by accident, several small pills rattling on the tile floor* *MC is completely quiet*
  • Zen: "MC? Was that you? It's not funny. *steps onto a pill* Ow, what the hell? Are there pebbles in here? *picks up the small bead of medicine* ...MC?"
  • MC: *unresponsive and slumped over*
  • Zen: "Dammit! Where are you? This isn't funny! *quickly pulling pants on* *stumbles over pile of towels by door, exposing a tired looking MC* "There you are!"
  • MC: *knocked out cold*
  • Zen: "Hey...MC? Is it too hot in here? Are you groggy from the steam? MC!? *examines MC's green tinted face* "oh god oh god okay. Let me get you out of here." *picks up MC's limp body and carries into bedroom*
  • MC: *eyes finally opening after several minutes* *gasping for air* "Zen! What happened?"
  • Zen: *tears rolling down face* "Don't ever do that again? What's wrong with you? Do you hate yourself that much? What about our life together?!"
  • MC: *blankly sharing at Zen and crying hysterically* "I-I-I-I"
  • Zen: "I'm sorry. God! I didn't mean to yell. MC, you mean so much to me. Don't throw that away."
  • MC: "Zen...I won't. It's a deal."
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  • Yoosung: *removing headset and walking into bedroom* "Arghh! I can't believe I let that guild get away with killing off one of my favorite characters!"
  • MC: *hidden between the bed and the wall, trembling*
  • Yoosung: *undressing for bed, flinging clothing every which way* *t-shirt lands on MC's head*
  • MC: *lets out a quiet yelp*
  • Yoosung: "Ah! What was that noise?! The guild came out of the video game and is coming after me next! Wait, I have a baseba--MC? What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
  • MC: *eyes puffy and clogged with tears, face streaked with blood* "Yoosung...I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I needed a place tonight, I hope it's okay."
  • Yoosung: *crawling over bed to get to MC* "No...you've got blood all over you! MC?! What happened to you?!"
  • MC: "I just did a little bit of damage. That's all, Yoosung." *forcing self to smile*
  • Yoosung: *pulling MC up on the bed, setting her beside him* "Oh my god! Okay, okay calm down. Tell me everything, please..."
  • MC: *sighing slowly* "A knife."
  • Yoosung: "Did you do this to yourself? MC...why?"
  • MC: "Ye-yes. I did. I can't say why. It's just something I do...I understand if you want to push me away because of it..."
  • Yoosung: *pulls MC into lap, rubbing her partly bloody hair* "Don't even say that, MC. I don't need another Rika in my life. I don't want you to go like her, I just want you and all of you now. I don't care what you say or do, I'm not going to push you away."
  • MC: *looking down at feet, tears erupting and trembling in Yoosung's grasp* "Oh, Yoosung...I really appreciate it. Do...do you mind if I stay the night here? I can leave--"
  • Yoosung: *slings MC over back like a sack of sugar, carrying her to bathroom* "Here, I have some towels in this closet and for clothes...you can wear one of my shirts if you'd like."
  • MC: "Yoosung, this is really too much. You don't need to."
  • Yoosung: "No, MC. This is too little. I don't ever want to leave your side. I want to be right here forever. Do you mind if I just sit outside of the bathroom door to make sure you don't pass out? I-I can get some orange juice and cookies to replenish the vitamins you've lost..."
  • MC: *smiling bashfully* "I'd love that, Yoos--" *cuts of own sentence by kissing Yoosung on the cheek*
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  • 707: *opens new Chatroom with MC* "Heya babe, meow~~"
  • MC: *phone loudly buzzes in 707's bedroom*
  • 707: "What the hell? Was that MC's phone? How the hell'd she get in?"
  • MC: *disregards phone and goes back to picking at skin, pulling back the flaps of extra meat where she hasn't carved at yet*
  • 707: "Oh god...I know what she came here for hehe trying to test my God fearing values, I see." *face lighting up bright red*
  • MC: *wearing 707's old headphones making the everything around her silent*
  • 707: *flamboyantly busting open door and in a sing song voice* "MC! Are you there, my little sparkling star? Huh? Where is she? Where is my sexy surprise, har-umph. Wait a sec--MC?"
  • MC: puts down carving knife and begins to cry ever so softly, still unaware of surroundings with headphones on tight*
  • 707: *leans over to see what MC has been doing, holding in a loud gasp* "MC? Are you okay? What's going on? Hey! MC!"
  • MC: *feels headphones being pulled off* "What? Oh god, Seven, you scared me!"
  • 707: "I should say the same to you. What is this all about?" *pointing at knife and exposed flesh on MC's arms*
  • MC: *rolls down sleeves instantly, and immediately feeling a stinging sensation* "Ah! Dammit that burns...Seven. Can you sit right next to me for a minute?"
  • 707: "You don't even need to ask. MC...are things okay?"
  • MC: "707, why do we live alone? It's hard to be in that old apartment. Away from you."
  • 707: "MC, if I knew you felt that way I would have TrustFundKid fly some expensive jet over to fetch your things. Why don't you live--er I mean, you should stay for a while. Take your time."
  • MC: *looking down at the grey of her hoodie absorb the blood beneath it, turning into a dark and ugly maroon* "I would be fine with that, Sev--" *becomes dizzy and falls into Seven's arms*
  • 707: "Woah! MC! Let me grab you something..."
  • MC: "No, really it's fine. Let me sit here a little longer."
  • 707: "Why'd you do it?"
  • MC: "Why do you repel against me?"
  • *both dead silent*
  • 707: "I don't want to hurt you..."
  • MC: "Seven, that's crap. I'm the one hurting myself. So...please stay with me. Don't go away from now o--"
  • 707: "MC!? Dammit!" *picks MC up and holds her all the way to his most expensive car, driving off to hospital and steering with one hand on the wheel, the other around MC*
  • *at hospital*
  • 707: *pressing hand into MC's tightly, resting forehead on hers* "I'm right here. I'm not leaving."
Daily Drabble ·2

Based on the au: “Person B breaking up with Person A as a joke for April fool’s day. How does Person B react when A starts crying and sobbing that they knew it would happen sooner or later because there was no way they deserved B? ” By: otpdisaster

I know it’s a little late for April’s Fools and all, but I really wanted to do this prompt, so, enjoy!


“Oi, Hinata.” 

“Mmm?” The redhead lifted his gaze from the laptop to the raven, a questioning look on his eyes. 

“I-… We need to talk.” There, now Shouyou was probably getting the idea of where this was going. 

With quick fingers, the shorter male typed something before putting the device aside, sitting on the bed. 

“About what?” He was still cheerful, excited, too oblivious. 

“Well, I think we should…” 

“Should?” Hinata tried to help, oh he had no idea.

With a short fake sigh, Kageyama continued. “I think it would be for the best if we broke up, Sho.” 

“O-oh… uhmm, have I done something wrong again? Is it about that thing with the pork buns, because I swear I only ate one out of your share! …You always save one for me, remember?” His boyfriend sounded distressed, choking the words out as if it took him a lot of effort to speak.

It was fine. Tobio reminded himself. It was just a joke, Nishinoya-senpai said he did it with Asahi last year and things were fine, they laughed.

“It’s not about the pork buns, moron. This is just not working anymore. We are not working anymore, I mean.” It was hard to even say these things. Tobio couldn’t see himself without the redhead, he just couldn’t. 

The whole prank was suddenly not worth it. 

“D-Don’t you wanna talk about it, To… I just-” 

A noise, and Kageyama wanted to slap himself across the face. Hinata was crying. He was fucking crying because of him.

“Sorry, I just didn’t think it’d be this soon” This soon? “when you realized I’m not worth it. I mean, look at you! Majoring in law, you’re doing great! And I’m not even here all the time because I have to work, and I know, look I know, I’m majoring in photography and maybe it’s not something that will get me money right away but please think about this, whatever it is we can solve this. I’ll be better I promise. I know I’m not much but-”

Hinata was talking so fast, crying, and somewhere along the way he had found his way to in between his boyfriend’s arms, clutching the other’s shirt as if his life depended on it.

“Stop.”

“N-no hear me out, it’s-”

“You’re perfect, you’re all I need. I want you for myself. You’re great. Your photos are amazing. Don’t you dare put yourself down like that, moron. I love you.” 

“Wha-?”

“Prank, Nishinoya’s idea. I’m sorry, Sho. I really am sorry.”

I mean it.

Small fists crashed against his torso, once, twice, thrice, and several times more; some harder than others until they were just tired palms against the fabric of his shirt.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Why would you ever do that, To? You’re a jerk! I hate you.” Shouyou said, over and over.

“I love you, I’m sorry, Sho. C’mere, it’s okay. I know.” Tobio replied, over and over.

Eventually they fell asleep, Hinata still clutching onto the shirt, Kageyama still pulling him close. Not letting go.

Just like it was supposed to be. 

The Front Bottoms Lyric Starters
  • 1: "I'm probably going to leave real soon, just wanted to let you know before I say Au Revoir"
  • 2: "I got so stoned, I fell asleep in the front seat."
  • 3: "It's a shame the bad habits are the hardest ones to break"
  • 4: "I want to contribute to the chaos, I don't want to watch and then complain"
  • 5: "You are the reason I'm smiling when there's nothing to smile about"
  • 6: "I wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom"
  • 7: "You were too good, I should have known you were a prize my hands could never hold"
  • 8: "Honey, y'gotta learn that love is simple just like mud. If you play the dirt, then I'll play the water. All we gotta do is touch"
  • 9: "You are still the only thing and everything I need in my life"
  • 10: "I try to write you poems, but the words they don't make sense"
  • 11: "There is very little left of me and it's never coming back"
  • 12: "Would you kick me in the face please? It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry."
  • 13: "We keep saying we're unhappy and they keep saying that we're fine"
  • 14: "I know what he's saying couldn't have been that funny but you seem to be laughing quite loud"
  • 15: "Dear policeman, you can call me god"
  • 16: "I shouldn't feel like I have to protect you"
  • 17: "I don't think that anybody else could feel this way"
  • 18: "There is a map in my room on the wall of my room and I’ve got big big plans."
  • 19: "What about your friends don’t you love them enough to stay?"
  • 20: "If you need a little sunshine, you can borrow some of mine"
  • 21: "there are not so many options, there's not so many ways that this could possibly end."
  • 22: "And all of a sudden I am scared, all of a sudden I can't breathe."
  • 23: "I shaved my head last night to start anew, in a chapter I call without you"
  • 24: " I refuse to take another breath 'till you change who you have become"
  • 25: "Does anyone else think these girls are a little too young to be here?"
  • 26: "It makes me sad in my head to think how happy we could have been."
  • 27: "Maybe college won't work out, I can come live at your house"
  • 28: "You are water twelve feet deep and I am boots made of concrete"
  • 29: "I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat and he is screaming and crying for help and maybe halfway through it has more to do with me killing him than it ever did protecting myself "
  • 30: "My friends are happy, I am happy, I have learned to adapt "
  • 31: "I am a creature of a culture that I create"
  • 32: "I've been around long enough now to know that the good things never last"
  • 33: "you gotta promise not to break no matter how far you are bent"
  • 34: "If you're uncomfortable, I could take my clothes off too."
  • 35: "I would sleep better on your floor than I would ever in my bed"
  • 36: "At my funeral, don't lie, tell them I did not want to die."
  • 37: "The end of the world makes me nervous"
  • 38: "It's just hard to explain, I like to be by myself"
  • 39: "You're not even sleeping, you're probably even listening to me"
  • 40: "If you still believe in the Lord above, get on your hands and knees and pray for us"
  • 41: "thank you for understanding my side of the story the best that you could"
  • 42: "It’s reached the point in the night where I need to decide whether I’m gonna fall asleep or watch the sunrise"
  • 43: "I don't regret it, how could it? You were the best I ever had"
  • 44: "We will steal whatever we want for fun"
  • 45: "I wish I could pretend to be all of the things you think you see in me"
  • 46: "I want we had, just want to feel it with someone else"
  • 47: "I personally think it's too cold to have the window open"
  • 48: "what we have is nowhere near as good as what we should have by now"
  • 49: "the only thing keeping me from walking away is every muscle in each one of my goddamn legs"
  • 50: "It's okay to give up, 'cause nobody here could care less"
  • 51: "There's nothing in California that you could not learn to hate here"
  • 52: "the sun was made for people who were never gonna touch it "
  • 53: "Will you come over tonight? I need some inspiration for my story."
  • 54: "I would say anything if it would make you happy."
  • 55: "I love your eyes the way they look when your uncomfortable."
  • 56: "I bought fireworks a big bag in Pennsylvania"
  • 57: "They'll probably arrest me, it'll probably ruin my whole summer"
rememberance

basically, don’t read unless you hate yourself and have tissues.

The first time Shepard noticed something was wrong was during a Spectre meeting. The Turian councilor had shifted the discussion for the remainder of the meeting over to Kaidan, to talk about the strides they’d made in the Biotics Division, and the new programming at Grissom Academy.

First, he didn’t respond immediately, a somewhat dumbfounded look on his face, as if he hadn’t been paying attention. And then when he reached for the stylus pen in front of him, it took him roughly six tries to grab it. And then when he looked down at the data pad in front of him, he could not form words for the life of him. He cleared his throat twice, and looked up.

“I apologize, councilors. Could we push this off another week?” he said, his voice cracking.

Next, it was the near constant walks around the Citadel going nowhere, with no reason, and how even when Shepard joined him, there was a silence, and an even more overwhelming confusion from both of them. But she learned to hold his hand and follow him wherever he took her because that was what she needed.

The last straw was waking up in the middle of the night in tears, terrified that “they” were going to do something to him, that maybe his implant wasn’t for his biotics. Shepard never learned who “they” were. She just lulled him back to sleep and promised him that she’d keep him safe, no matter what. It was the truth. But what was even more the truth was that she was terrified.

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anonymous asked:

I'm so happy you're accepting prompts again!!! OMG OMG I wanna see Sasuke arriving late on Sarada's brithday and Sarada giving him sass and all xD

A/N: Hey! Thanks for the prompt! First one ;)

WHAT A GREAT IDEA. I’ll do my best :3

Send me more prompts guys!!

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He’s not gunna show up. He’s not. He promised he’d be home, and he lied. I should have known better than to believe him. I should’ve known. I should probably just stop car-

“Sarada, can you help me set up?”

“Yes, mama.”

Mama smiled, but I could tell that her smile wasn’t the real kind. It wasn’t the same smile she gave papa, when he was here. There was sadness in it.

“I told you he wouldn’t come,” I murmured, putting the dishes in place. Mama didn’t answer, and I didn’t want to look up at her face to see that sad smile again. So I kept talking. “And by the way, I still don’t understand why we had to invite Bolt-kun. You know he’s only gunna cause problems and be mean to me and tease me because I can’t activate my sharingan.”

“Your father has an important role to fill in the village. He’s protecting us. And what did I tell you about Bolt?” Mama reminded, with a teasing smile that was more real than the other one.

I rolled my eyes. “He doesn’t like me like that. And besides,” I scrunched my nose distastefully, “as if I would ever kiss him. He’s gross. He totally picks his nose in class and doesn’t care. And he’s so dumb. He always scores real low on our exams, and he doesn’t even care. And I don’t understand why Auntie Hinata doesn’t reprimand him because he’s not gunna become a good shinobi that way and-“

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anonymous asked:

I like to think that Emma and Elsa have a magical way to communicate across the realms, like some magical version of Skype, because I refuse to let this beautiful friendship be limited to 4a. What do you think their convos would be like?

yOU PEOPLE ARE THE WORST THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO TURN INTO A ONE SHOT I HATE LIFE BYE 


Admitting Emma’s family tree was fucked up was the understatement of the century. Three years ago she had nobody, except the nice lady who ran the store she visited periodically to purchase her Poptars who had insisted on learning her name and wish her a good day after she paid. Now she had parents - who were royalty, mind you, - a son who would soon be taller than her if he kept growing at this rate, a pirate boyfriend (it sounded too good not to label it like that), her son’s entire ‘other’ family (Dark One included, even though by silent agreement his name had been pretty much burnt out from the hypothetical family tree tapestry), an entire town (realm?) that constantly supported her and her own.

Oh, and a little brother.

A little brother who had spilled his food all over her sweater.

Good thing her friend was just one magical mirror away.

“What happened to you?” Elsa asked with a frown, sitting on her bed back in Arendelle and staring quizzically at her through the mirror they used to talk on. Emma gripped the hem of the sweater with a tired sigh.

“My brother. He wasn’t feeling really like mashed sweet potatoes tonight. His loss.”

The ice queen laughed. “Maybe he thought you were a nice canvas to try on his art.”

“Yeah, yeah, really funny. How do I get rid of this?”

Elsa stared at her. “You take it off and clean it?”

“Seriously? No spell for this?”

There was a frustrated sound from the other side of the mirror, and Emma fought a smile. “I appreciate the faith in my knowledge, but my magic is made of ice, Emma. I only know my own magic, not every spell of every kind of magic.”

Emma’s face fell at that. She really had hoped to get some pointers about magical dry cleaning instead of paying for someone to do it.

“Don’t pout, you’ll get wrinkles.”

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After the Snow Queen, after Marian, Outlaw Queen reunite.

Unedited. I apologize for any mistakes left.

For outlawqueensituation; xx ♥! :)

Elsa was gone; Anna and Kristoff followed her through the portal, back to Arendelle. The Snow Queen has been vanquished. Storybrooke was calm once again.

If only the turmoil inside her would stop.

She was walking aimlessly in the middle on Main Street.

If only she’d stop thinking about a certain thief.

The storm was raging all around them, the Snow Queen standing in the eye. They were surrounded by snowmen, all more scarier than the other. She looked over to her right.

Robin had insisted on coming, but he was struggling. Even the magical fire Regina had adorned his arrows with wasn’t make much damage to the enemy, and he wasn’t going to make it through this.

David’s flaming sword came to his rescue and the two men were able to fight off and meld one of the snow creatures before the Prince jumped back in the battle.

The archer’s gaze locked with the Queen, and she knew he saw the concern in her eyes, the kind of attention she should not give him, especially not in the heat of battle.

She waved her hand, and purple smoke enveloped him, not before she glimpse at the horror veiling his eyes.

The next thing she knew, a snowman was coming on her from behind.

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Flare 13

This part is kind of short, but in positive news, Myka and HG eat food together. There is also an extended math metaphor, so: one for my nerds! Speaking of math, a short numerical sidebar: I never know how to feel about the number 13 anymore. I used to have that tiny “it’s unlucky” feeling about it, but then the show came along and it was all special, but then the show became a horrible exercise in “how bad can it get? that bad, really?” and I started having negative thoughts about the number again. Even on, like, the 13th rep of a set at the gym. Is that weird? </sidebar> Meanwhile: amatterofcomplication’s masterpost, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, and part 12.

Flare 13

The morning after the fire, Myka is at the firehouse, dealing with things. She wants to call Pete, but that feels dangerous; she wants to talk to the Chief, but she isn’t in her office, and no one seems to know where she’s gone. So instead, she calls her insurance company, like a normal person would. After several calls back and forth, the reasonably nice woman who’s been assigned to her case informs her that she needs to meet an insurance adjustor in the afternoon, at the place where her house used to be.

She doesn’t want to go. She doesn’t want to see the place where her house used to be, not ever again.

“Do you want company?” Amanda asks. “I’ll get somebody to cover for me. Or I’ll find Pete and make him go with you.”

Myka says, “I think it’s probably best if Pete stays as far away from me as possible, where this fire’s concerned.”

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Across Space and Time

So here’s my valentine’s present for soul-cool!​ Hope you like it and have a wonderful Valentine’s Day! :D

On FF.net too.

Thank yous at the end because boy is that list long. :)

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December 15th, 7:30 am

“Soul! What do you think you’re doing? Get up at once!You’re going to be late for school!” the boy’s mother shrieked.

“It’s only five in the morning, I have loads of time…” Soul drawled blearily, the words slipping out as easily as his drool.

“Wipe that drool off your chin! Can’t you sleep like a respectable boy? And it’s seven in the morning! School starts in half an hour!” she screeched furiously, unceremoniously yanking the blankets off Soul, causing the white-haired boy to tumble onto the floor, a rough landing from a bed as high up as his.

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anonymous asked:

Would it be too much to ask for more of the Witch!Dipper and his familiar Bill? It's really interesting and awesome. Your writing is amazing.

Welp, sometimes I comply with sequel requests, and this is one of them. The original is here, and now, here is extra.

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“What would be your least favorite way to die?” Bill asks, tapping his fingers against Dipper’s shoulder idly. Dipper says nothing, face buried in his hands. Bill rolls his eye, and pokes at him, but Dipper slaps his hand away and continues moping.

This was the single worst idea he’s ever had. And, according to Bill - who really resents being forced to tell the truth to him, magical constraints and all -  they’re stuck together. For always.

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