sorry i could be wrong whatever

Renji: “you love her right? You should confess…”
Ichigo: *sweats nervously*
Renji: “you shouldn’t keep a nice girl like Orihime waiting.”
Ichigo: “Wha- Orihime? Oh yup yeah, we’re totally talking about Orihime.”
Ichigo: *thank god, it would’ve been awkward of him to tell me to confess to his now wife*

Beginners Luck

Title: Beginners Luck

Paring: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 973

Warnings: Jared’s a super huge fluffy teddy bear so none J

Request by @letsdisneythings said: Hi I was wondering if you could write something for me? I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is in her mid twenties, hasn’t dated before. And that the physical part of relationships makes her anxious? And Jared tells her he’s fine with going at whatever pace she’s comfortable with?



“Coming!!” grabbing your purse and quickly checking yourself in the mirror you took a breath and answer the door.

“Hi I-wow,” Jared freaking Padalecki is standing at your door. Your girlfriend had been right after all, you really wouldn’t mind who she set you up with! “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“Oh crap do I have the wrong night?!” Jared suddenly looks a little panicked.

“No, no! My friend, Emma, she just didn’t tell me who she was setting me up with and I literally just shut off my TV with your face frozen on my Netflix.” Your eyes went wide and you blushed hard, “but not in a creepy way! That’s just how it happened! And oh god, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry!” Jared laughed, “You’re totally fine. I haven’t been on a date in ages so I’m super nervous too.”

Giving him a grateful smile you pulled the door shut. Well I haven’t dated ever, so this should go well.

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Puppy

Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Word count: 1,214
Warnings: Death of a pet. Grief.
Challenge:  This was written for @letsgetoutalive‘s Mental Health Awareness Writing Challenge. My Mental Health Diagnoses was Grief and Loss/Bereavement.
Request: ( Anonymous ) Could I request one where the reader had a dog who would help protect her on hunt but when one goes wrong, the dog passes away and she becomes rather withdrawn and Crowley questions her about it and after hearing her story, he brings her a hellhound puppy? I think guess this is because my dog’s sick or whatever so sorry if this sounds stupid. 

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Pancakes, Pampering & The Perfect Day

A/N: An anon request for the anon that is just having a rough day and in need of fluff. The reader is feeling awful and Spencer does whatever he can to make her feel better. @coveofmemories

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“What’s wrong?” Spencer said softly as he saw you sitting on the couch and staring off into the distance. “You feeling okay?”

Physically, you were fine. But you’d woken up this morning in a funk and didn’t know how to get out of it. Sometimes that just happened and there was little you could do but wait for it to pass. He could see it on your face. “Just one of those days?”

“Yea,” you said. “Sorry. It’s your day off. I wish I could snap out of it for you.”

He walked toward you and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got plans.” As you brought the blanket over yourself and relaxed into the couch, allowing the sun to stream over you, Spencer went into the kitchen and started making himself breakfast. You hadn’t eaten yet, but you weren’t in the mood to get up. Before you knew it, there was a plate of food in front of your face. “Chocolate chip pancakes,” he smiled. The pancake was smiling too; he made the chocolate chips into a happy face.

“You’re too cute,” you smiled. “And too good to me.” You tilted your head back and pursued your lips for a kiss before he went back to make his own pancakes. After he finished making his own, your apartment smelled completely of chocolate chip cookies. The warm feeling wafting over your body and making you feel a little bit better. You should have it smell like chocolate chips all the time - maybe you’d be permanently in a good mood. 

Without a word, Spencer came to sit by your side as he ate his breakfast. He’d forgotten to make coffee, so once he was done, he got up and made you both a cup before returning to your bedroom for something - you weren’t sure what. “What’s that?” you asked, not having looked over to see what it was. 

“Just get up,” he said. “Don’t look, get up and sit back down when I tell you to.” You got up, keeping your eyes closed as you rose off the couch and heard him sit down. “Go ahead, sit in my lap.” Once you sat down, you realized what he was doing - brushing your hair. You loved having your hair played with.

“What’s this for?” you asked groggily.

Continuing his gentle brushes down your waves of hair, you practically fell asleep in his lap. “You don’t feel great, so I’m going to do all of the things that normally make you feel better until tonight when you can go to bed and undoubtedly wake up feeling fine.” That’s normally what happened. Once you went to sleep, you woke up wondering what you were so sad about. “When I’m done, you’ll go get changed and we’re gonna go out.”

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

After he finished brushing your hair, you could barely get up you were so relaxed. “I could literally sit here all day and have you do that.” But eventually, you were able to push yourself up and go get changed. Nothing but loose shirts and baggy pants for you today - you didn’t feel like putting in an effort whatsoever. “Will you tell me where we’re going now?”

“Nope,” he smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you down the stairs. Once you were down the street, you figured out where he was taking you. It was your favorite vintage clothing store. You hadn’t bought anything for yourself in a while, so maybe today was a day you could treat yourself. “Look around and buy whatever you want,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. “But whatever you try on, you have to show me.”

“Deal,” you giggled, turning back to take his lips in yours. Thankfully, there weren’t too many people around, so you allowed the kiss to linger instead of breaking it off. Over the next two hours, you tried on every weird vest, unique shirt and wacky pair of pants you could find. Then you saw a dress. “This is beautiful,” you said walking across the store to pick it up. The owner was right nearby. “Where did you get this from?”

“We have someone in the area that loves to sew these kinds of dresses, so we buy from her occasionally,” he said. It would be the perfect cosplay outfit. 

“Try it on,” you heard Spence say from behind you. As you went into the little dressing room they had and slipped on the tight, corseted, intricate dress, you wondered how much it cost. This was great work. The sewing was impeccable. The material was nice. Then you saw the tag. $450. Dammit. Whatever, you could still try it on and see how it looked. “How does it look?” he asked from outside. 

“I don’t know,” you said, opening the curtain and showing him. “I looked at the price tag, so I’m not going to look at it lest I fall in love with it.” Awed, he stood up and came up behind you to tie up the corset as best he could. It was a navy blue victorian dress. The kind that a woman in the late 1800s would wear out on any given day. “You look beautiful. What cosplay would you do for this?”

“Vanessa Ives!” you said, immediately tempering yourself when you remembered the price tag.

It dawned on him who you were talking about. “But then we couldn’t go in a couple’s costume.”

“Sure we could. You would be Mr. Ethan Chandler and I would be Vanessa Ives. You would make a cute Ethan. Got a great butt, like he does,” you said, playfully grabbing his butt and planting a kiss on his lips. “But it’s expensive as all hell, so I’m going to go with those crazy pink and blue pants I found for pajama pants.”

You were excited about wearing them to bed tonight. Spencer paid for them, even though you wanted to pay for yourself. So you looked around the store while he paid and returned with your bag in hand. “Now, we are going to go take a walk in the park, have an Italian Ice at the place next to the park that you like so much and then tonight, I’m going to draw you a nice bath with the lavender salts you like and then you can wear your crazy new pants to bed,” he said with a smile.

“Have I said you’re too good to me?” you laughed. You still didn’t feel great - there was a lingering sadness you couldn’t explain, but you would’ve been much worse off if it hadn’t been for him.

“You have, but I’m not. That’s what you do when you love someone.” The walk around the park was leisurely and perfect. The flowers were just beginning to bloom and the wind skimming off the lake was deliciously warm. “You gonna get a lemon ice?” he asked as you walked into the shop and placed your orders - lemon for you, as always, and cherry for him. It was always either cherry or cotton candy for him. The big baby. 

Once you finished your ices, you decided to head back to the apartment and take a nap while Spencer made dinner, a stir fry recipe you loved. “Wake up,” he said softly about an hour later. “I have a bath going.”

“I love you,” you mumbled as you got up. You did feel a hell of a lot better. Sleep is always what worked for you. “You gonna join me?”

“You want me to?” he asked hopefully. As if a bath with a naked, wet Spencer wouldn’t solve all your problems. “Go get in. I’ll be right there.”

You thought you heard the door open, but minutes after you sunk into the warmth of the tub, Spencer followed, slipping in butt naked behind you so you could lean against him. “This is nice. Thank you for today.”

“It’s no problem,” he said. “You feel better?”

“Yea, I do.”

“Then it was worth it,” he said softly as he kissed your ear. About 15 minutes later, the water had cooled, so Spencer got out, you drained the water and then he lifted you out and dried you off. It was so lazy, but you were really enjoying it.  When you walked into your bedroom, sans clothing, ready to put on your new loud pajama pants, you saw it hanging on the wall. The dress you tried on earlier.

“You bought that?” you asked, realizing how much money he spent on you today. “Why did you do that? It was so expensive.”

“It’s cosplay,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “Totally worth it in my opinion. “Plus, you look beautiful in it.”

You hopped into his arms, kissing all over his face for being such an amazing human being. “How about I wear my new pants tomorrow?” you winked.

Another Legion Theory

Again, spoilers for Legion ‘Chapter 5′ below, as well as ‘could be’ spoilers for later episodes in the future. You guys have been warned -

I just had this thought that perhaps David met Charles when he was a child. The Shadow King, having been in David’s mind for so long, probably would’ve wanted to check in on his enemy (they have a history in the comics) and so why not meet the man in a form that would be non threatening, and even poke some fun out of the fact that the boy is his son and he doesn’t even know it. I’m not sure how this would actually work considering David’s powers have not fully manifested, maybe Charles fell asleep while using cerebro or something like that and he had David say his name to get his attention i dunno

David and Charles would probably perceive this meeting as a dream, a really strange dream at that, but there would be no harm to it. Afterwards the memory of this encounter would’ve been erased, or at least concealed. But David would always wonder, “what did the stars say?”

He sounded a bit frantic when he called me. His words were stilted, almost like he was being chased. He was slightly out of breath but not breathing hard. I could tell his head was bowed.

He almost begged.

“Please. Please can ya come? I just…” He would stop frequently in the middle of sentences. Like he whatever was happening was affecting his ability to put together words, “I need…I need normal.”

“Sure. Sure, Niall. Gimme 15 minu-“

“Ten. Can ya make it ten? I’m sor-“ He took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. I just-“

“Alright…ten.”

I hung up the phone and grabbed my bag. My friends Sandy and Alice had been waiting for me to get shoes on so we could hit the mall. But after this call from Niall it was clear we weren’t going to get any shopping done today.

“What’s wrong with him?” Sandy asked as she backed out of my driveway.

“I dunno.” I said, blinking rapidly, “He was supposed to be on the phone all day doing interviews. His new single dropped.”

“Oh yeah!” Alice exclaimed, “I heard it this morning. It’s so sweet. Have you heard it?”

“Yeah. I heard it weeks ago.” I commented, barely paying attention to my friend’s voices as I watched us pull out onto the freeway.

Niall and I had known each other since we were young. He’d been home in Mullingar for the last few weeks while he hung out with his dad a little. We had barely seen each other due to my job and his weird schedule.

But Niall was always known for being rather even keeled. Very little rattled him. I think the last time I’d ever seen him even remotely nervous about something was when he’d auditioned for the X-Factor. The fact that he was even on the phone with me was odd, the fact that he was begging for me to come to him was…downright weird.

Alice and Sandy decided to stay out in the car while I went inside to talk to Niall. I pushed the front door open, shaking my head. After all these years Bobby still never locked his front door. Niall was in the kitchen, staring down at his phone as it quite literally buzzed and bounced across the counter never once letting up or quieting down. I was barely around the corner before he had wound his arms around my waist and pulled himself into me. He felt tense and he was shaking just slightly.

I stayed quiet, just letting him melt into me while I ran my hand over his back gently.

“Niall?” I whispered after a few moments. I tried to pull away so I could see his face but he wouldn’t allow it, tightening his arms around me, “Are you alirght?”

“Song is out.” He mumbled against my shoulder.

I nodded, continuing to rub circles into his back. God he seemed so terrified,

“I know. It’s a really great song.”

He pulled away finally, still refusing to look me in the eyes. I could hear his phone continue to buzz on the counter,

“Were ya goin’ somewhere?”

I lifted my hands to my hips while I studied him closely. He was nervously playing with his fingers, his body jerking every so often when his phone would come to life again.

“Just headed to the mall for some shopping with Alice and Sandy.”

He shoved his jittery hands into his pockets,

“Can I come?” He asked, his voice sounding so small it was foreign to me almost.

I had never heard Niall sound small.

“Sure ya can. I thought you had intervi-” He breezed past me, headed to the front door before I could say another word, baseball cap in hand,

“Great, let’s go.”

I looked back at his phone, still buzzing across the kitchen counter. I pointed to it,

“Niall, your ph-“

“Comin?” He interrupted, standing at the front door with his hand on the doorknob. It was like he didn’t want me to finish the word.

I shrugged and followed him outside.

Alice and Sandy took the front seat while we sat in the back. Neither of them seemed to pay a bit of attention to us as they sat in the front seat and gabbed about everything from school to their boyfriends. Niall leaned against me, keeping my fingers threaded through his as he stared aimlessly out the window.

I wanted to ask what was wrong. In all our years of friendship I’d never seen him so…freaked out. But it seemed like he’d calmed down a bit from the way he’d looked in the house. Maybe he just needed to get away from his phone.

I decided not to press him. If there was one thing I’d learned about Niall it was that he didn’t like to be goaded into talking about something. He’d talk when he was ready.

Alice and Sandy went running off ahead of us once we’d parked the car. Niall didn’t seem the least bit interested in shopping. The only thing Niall seemed interested in was me. The new outdoor mall was a nice change of pace for him. I don’t think he’d gotten out a whole lot lately. All of his dreams had come true, but there had been a price to pay for that kind of life. His anonymity was gone. Niall rarely went anywhere in public anymore without a couple friends flanking him to ward off aggressive paparazzi or overzealous fans. I knew that out of everything he’d sacrificed, the loss of his independence had been the thing he missed the most.

Alice and Sandy ducked into a clothing store which I would have followed them into under normal circumstances. But as I watched Niall approach a fountain in the middle of the courtyard I suddenly didn’t care much about clothing anymore.

His head was bowed, the baseball cap shielding him from any prying eyes. His hands were shoved in his pockets. His shoulders were still tense, like he was carrying the weight of the world on them.

I walked up behind him, sliding my arms around his neck from behind. He relaxed a bit, his hands coming out of his pockets to grab onto my wrists,

“Thought ya were goin’ in.” He said softly.

I shook my head,

“Nah.” I hugged him into me, “Much rather stand outside here and stare at water with you.”

He dropped his head,

“Thanks.”

We were quiet for a bit, the hustle and bustle of the mall patrons around us filling the crisp outdoor air.

“The song is so good, Niall.” I started, “I’m so proud of you. Everyone loves it.”

He seemed to grow more and more uncomfortable as I continue to speak. He shoved his hands back into his pockets,

“Yeah.”

I moved my hands to slide around his waist now,
“What’s going on?” I whispered softly.

He kept his head dropped, finally shrugging his shoulders the tiniest bit,

“Dunno.”

“Are you scared?”

He nodded,

“Terrified.”

“Did you not expect this reaction?”

He brought his eyes up, his head tilting just slightly to lean against mine,

“Feel like everythin’ is changin’. I just got used to the way things were with the boys…now it’s all changin’ again.”

I understood in that moment what was happening. Niall’s life was music. It was where he was most comfortable, where he could bare his soul in relative comfort with the safety net of the other three boys to catch him.

That safety net was gone. He didn’t know how to be alone anymore.

“Changing for the better?” I asked.

He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders and nodded his head once. I released him from my grasp, taking the few steps around him to stand in front of him,

“Niall, you are ready for all of this. I know you think you’re not but you are. I’ve known you longer than anyone…have I ever lied to you?”

His eyes met mine in quiet determination,

“Never.”

“And I’m not lying to you now.”

He stared back at me, his eyes darting from my eyes to my mouth to every other feature on my face. It was weird and then it wasn’t. Niall wasn’t looking at me like I was one of his best friends anymore. And it didn’t seem awkward. It made me feel important. Out of all the friends he had in his life, he’d chosen me to reveal this incredibly personal and somewhat scary part of his life to that day. I felt privileged.

I felt his fingers press into my hip as he pulled me towards him, his other hand coming up to slide under my ear while his lips caught mine in a quiet, soft kiss. The comfort and security that washed over me was instantaneous. So when his mouth covered mine again I didn’t feel the slightest bit strange to press my hands into his chest and tilt my head just slightly so he could capture more of my lips.

We stayed that way for a while, ignoring the people around us. Just enjoying the taste of each other and the closeness we shared. It wasn’t inappropriate, just loving and gentle. I felt light as air in his arms. Like a piece of my puzzle I’d always thought was missing had finally been snapped into place.

When we finally moved away from each other he stared back at me, his eyes narrowed, like he was waiting for a reaction. When I didn’t say a word he smiled nervously,

“Everythin’ else is changin’…guess this should too.”

YuGiOh Characters As Quotes Said By My Dad
  • Yami Yuugi: This isn't okay. God will hear about this.
  • Yugi Motou: I'm late because my train had a flat tire. And no, I had nothing to do with it this time.
  • Jounouchi Katsuya: I invented the book of excuses. Whatever excuse you might have is already written down on the book and therefore invalid for use.
  • Honda Hiroto: Sorry I'm late for work, I had to walk my pet squirrel.
  • Seto Kaiba: I'm never wrong. As a matter of fact, the only time I was ever wrong was the time that I THOUGHT I was wrong.
  • Mokuba Kaiba: [ INSERT A BUNCH OF RANDOM EMOJI'S HERE ]
  • Yami Bakura: IT COULD BE AN EMERGENCY AND YOU'RE NOT PICKING UP THE PHONE.
  • Ryou Bakura: How dare you interrupt my TV time.
  • Malik Ishtar: It's about time you decide to call me....ONE WEEK LATER.

look if i enabled anon again it was only so my more shy followers could request arts without feeling anxious, but guess what, since i did ive only got anon hate and no requests so im sorry but im gonna disable it again.

and no, no pleading to me on this, im fucking tired of tumblr “let’s spread senseless hate” culture. I’m now very anxious about what the fuck i did wrong, browsing my own blog to see what could have possibly made that anon think i reblogged/said something racist, and getting even more anxious as i cant find anything.

i guess i could always leave it enabled and just block whatever hate i get, then go to my blocked users page, immediately know who did it and solve it off anon if they’re brave enough to say it to my face. actually, yes, this is what i’m gonna do. 

fucking try me, you cowards. 

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Have we talked about Sherlock having an evil twin brother?   Mycroft knows but Sherlock was so young when whatever happened that he does not?  

Can you imagine the possible mind fucks, for example with John?   We could even get the (first) johnlock kiss with the wrong brother. (I’m sorry did I say that out loud?)   I shudder at the possibility but the clues are there.  Rug pulled. (Ben’s acting would be amazing…)

Bracelets AU (Jungkook) Part Four

Summary:  In this world everyone has a soulmate. The day you are born you receive a bracelet. When it turns black you’ve come into contact with your soulmate–only thing is, one of you will eventually have to die by the other’s hand.

Warnings: BLOOD, eventual sadness, cursing, lots of crap.

Writer’s note: So like, I realized these chapters were super long and that I could probably crank em out a bit faster if I stopped pretending to write a novel. Also, I love all the squishy, fluffy members and I’m sorry they’re all portrayed so mean!! Thank you for reading anyways!!

Parts: One / Two / Three / Five / Six / Seven / Eight /  Nine /  Ten /  Eleven

She pushed him to the side, knocking him off the bed in a hurry. He didn’t think she’d have enough strength in her frail body to make him fall to the ground–he was wrong. She shoved at him mercilessly, trying to corral him under the bed. “Please, please whatever you do don’t come out. I recommend you cover your ears–I will get you when he’s gone. Until then, stay there.” She said it like she was positive he was going to leave and was angry about that fact.

He hadn’t even done anything yet other than slither under the bed on his stomach while she pulled the covers over him until there wasn’t even a sliver of light leeching underneath. He was really lucky he was skinny, otherwise this would be near impossible–he could already feel the metal frame of the bed digging painfully into his back.

She quickly scooped up the forgotten plate off the floor, brushing the leftover food underneath the bed with her foot. Jungkook was oh so ecstatic about having crumbs and grapes in his face, even more thrilled when she created an indent in the bed by sitting close to his head.  Yet, none of this bothered or annoyed him more than the simple fact that they were interrupted.

Why am I annoyed by that? I should be thankful for this interruption. I almost did something extremely unnecessary. His thumb still felt the ghost of her lips, his mind running rampant to the point he was picturing her face leaning into his every word and touch. He wanted to replicate that moment pull her closer and…

What the hell is wrong with me? Dead puppies. Cold showers. Dead puppies. Cold showers. I shouldn’t see her that way. Dear whoever the hell is out there–what’s wrong with me?

“Jin.” He heard her greet him and he froze under the bed, annoyed by the simple fact that she said another man’s name. He had a problem. He had an even bigger problem when all he heard next was the sounds of an intense make-out session. He wasn’t completely innocent; he knew very well what one of those sounded like. He curled his nails into the concrete with white knuckles.

She pushed him off her with all the force she could, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as if they were spoiled now though it wasn’t the first time he’d kissed her forcefully nor was he the only man to ever kiss her like that. It was the black bracelet, it made people crazy. It made them suddenly become monogamous creatures even if they weren’t before.

Jin scoffed, spitting on the floor dangerously close to her bare feet. “You smell like him.” It was a snarl. “You smell like another male.” He was upon her in an instant, using her wrist to pull her to him. “We’ll have to erase that.” He exposed her neck by tugging her hair (and, by default, head) back. His lips were in that opening before she could close it, leaving purple bruises with a mixture of teeth that had her wincing.

“Jin, stop. I’m not her. I never will be. Please.” She shoved him off her weakly. “Stop. Stop this nonsense.” His hands wrapped around her waist to pull him closer.

“You’re not her, you’re better–you’re alive.”

“Jin.” It was nearly a whine. “Jin please understand.”

“You never fought back like this before. Is it because of your soulmate? Am I not good enough for you anymore?” He shoved her back until she toppled to the floor. He was getting mad and so was she–this always earned her a bleak future.

“Do you hear yourself?” Her voice was so soft, afraid to speak even if she was angry. It had been drilled into her–there was no helping her fear of his anger.

Jin had three moods: Birdie (when he was in a good mood because he couldn’t tell her apart from her), the room (when he realized she wasn’t her), and Yoongi (when he was beyond pissed).

He’d reached Yoongi–she was fluent in body language remember? She could read eyes like they were the only words she’d ever known.

Jin didn’t speak to her; he never spoke to her when he was Yoongi level. He simply stared at her with eyes like the tundra, knocking on the door. There was always a guard accompanying Jin–ever since Birdie died. The man cracked the door, sticking his head in.

“Yea?”

“Tell Suga that Y/N needs some immediate attention.” He rarely used her actual name. This must be some special occasion, or extreme anger–or both. This was the first time she was successfully taken from him for more than 5 hours and she also found her own soulmate. And then like the idiot she was she got mad and pushed him away because she was not her.

He left her behind in the room, storming down the hallway to leave his guard jogging to catch up. He never liked to watch, only to clean up the pieces and tell her how much he loved her. How much his little bird meant to him.

As soon as that door closed her words came out fast and sloppy. She didn’t dare move to Jungkook. She only sat on the floor where she’d been pushed, looking to bottom edge of the blanket. “Stay under there, please. Cover your ears. Remember not to come out no matter what–okay?” He voice cracked. She was so afraid he would come out, so afraid he would get hurt because she couldn’t keep her fat mouth shut. So afraid he would be angry with her. “Remember that Jin is still here, remember that Yoongi is still here too and probably Jimin. You cannot take on all three. So please, please just stay there. No matter what.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything, just listened to her fearful rambling. He was confused as to what could be so bad that he would run out from his hiding post just to take a beating and get killed by his enemy gang. By the sounds of things they were probably going to hurt her. He didn’t like the idea of it (if he was honest with himself it pissed him off) but he was sure he could sit there for it (and help her out later). Hell, if he was being truly honest he wanted to bust out from under the bed right now and comfort that wavering tone to her voice.

But he stayed where he was, biting his lip so hard he felt blood dribble down his chin.

If only he wasn’t so stupid–maybe he would have realized a lot of things sooner.

He heard the door creak open and Y/N shift from her fallen position on the floor.

“Tsk, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” She looked up at the male towering over her, his words slightly slurred. “How do we find ourselves in this situation again?” His chuckle rattled her spine. She was conditioned to that chuckle–every laugh there’d be pain. Now even a small chuckle brought the ghost of pain. “Here I was just drinking my time away and one of our low totems comes and tells me that Jin wants you punished.”

He squats down near her. “So here I am.” Even from this distance she can smell the booze on his breath.

“Jin’s mad I smell like another man.”

Yoongi clucked his tongue, carrying his bag into the room and dropping it on the bed none too lightly. The hiding Jungkook cinched his face with the sudden weight on his back. “Now now, he’s not mad because of something silly like that–he’s mad that the man is your unnamed soulmate.” He let out another chuckle that made her shift uncomfortably. “I don’t understand why you won’t just let him kill him for you. Otherwise it’s going to be you that’ll wind up dead.”

“I know.”

“And I’m sure you didn’t help yourself by proclaiming to him that you were, in fact, not his Little Bird.”

“Yes.”

He opened the zipper, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket to stick between his lips. He laughed when she flinched at the sound of the lighter. “Ahh. Now you see why we are here again.” He pulled out a couple of his new toys as he took a long drag from his cancer stick.

He tapped her knees with his boot. “Up.” He muttered, passing by her to plug the portable battery into the wall.  He turned to her. “Face me.” The cigarette still hung in his pursed lips as he tied her hands together in front of her with a strip of bloody fabric. “Excuse the ties, the man who wore them yesterday didn’t seem to like them much.” His hand flashed out to grab her chin, tilting her head back to look into her eyes that were determined to look at the floor. “Defiant as ever aren’t you? Can I break you this time?” He paused, squinting at her face harder. The cigarette hung dangerously from his gaping mouth until he snatched it with his thumb and forefinger. “No way.” He let out another deep chuckle that shivered goosebumps up her arms in all the wrong ways. “Why is there fear hidden there, Y/N? Who can make you feel fear?”

She said nothing, only stared at him.  Yoongi’s eyes went to the bed, and he felt her stiffen, his smile was large and flashed his gums. He was laughing nearly hysterically. “You’ve got to be kidding me. He’s here huh?” He brought her face in closer, whispering darkly into her ear. “Who is he? Tell me and I won’t tell Jin.”

“Taehyung.” She whispered, knowing full well that this man in front of her had absolutely no idea who that was–he knew V, but he didn’t know the actual name. “You promised.”

She’s protecting me again; even Taehyung would tell her to do that. Jungkook made a mental note to send Taehyung this new information and to stay low for a while. He wasn’t ecstatic about the thought of his friend being put in the immediate wanted-man spotlight, but Taehyung had done stupider things in the past that had caught not only Jin’s attention but other gang leaders’ in the area. There was a reason people feared the name V. There was a reason that he had people running with just a smile. Jungkook may execute people, but Taehyung’s persona had become a mass murderer. It also helped that Taehyung was a shut in and was mostly left to guard the dorm so people wouldn’t learn of his true identity.

“Aish, I did, I did.” He popped the cigarette back between his lips. “And you know I’m good on my promises. Hear that Taehyung–whoever’s actual name that is. You’re going to sit there and listen to everything. Remember this is the curse of a black band.” He dug around in his bag for the parts to his new toy. He always kept his promise, even to whores.

He should know, he understood both Jin and the man hiding under the bed’s pain–after all he too sported a blackened bracelet. He understood the want to protect the very thing you were supposed to kill.

She was like a rabbit, a scared little rabbit with kohl-lined, wide eyes and such soft hair.

“Yoongi?” Such fear, there was always such fear. But he knew better, he knew the teeth that this rabbit had.

“Suga.” He snapped. “It’s Suga to you.” Her eyes were still so soft.

She was always, always so soft–he once loved running his fingers through her hair and touching her warm cheeks as he kissed her.

“Yoongi.”

Even her blood was soft.

He flicked a syringe to stir out all the bubbles before motioning her over with two fingers. She pushed herself up from the ground and walked towards him shakily. His smoke engulfed her face and forced her into a coughing fit as he grabbed the crook of her elbow to feel the tender flesh there. It pressed it into the indent in her skin his thumb made, pushing the liquid into her bloodstream.

“Shh.” He murmured around the cigarette. “It’s going to be okay, this isn’t even anything bad–it’s just so we don’t fry those pretty little insides of yours. You’re going to need those later when Jin comes back.”

Jungkook clenched his teeth, leaning into every word that passed through the sparse conversation. His feet were braced against the ground, wanting to push him out from his hiding spot even though his white knuckled hands kept him frozen in place.

Yoongi grabbed a few tack-like needles. He pressed one into the back of her neck near her spine, one on either side of the fleshy part of her forearm, one on each thigh, and two on either side of her ribs. He taped each one methodically to her with medical tape.

This was a new form of torture for her. He always had to research new methods to get her to talk since she became accustomed to each form too quickly. He found this particular one on a drama that Jimin had made him watch a few months ago.

“I’m going to make this one a real bruiser for you, since I’m keeping your little boyfriend a secret from our dearest Jin, okay~?” He gave her that gummy smile of his again. “Make sure you scream real loud for him okay?”

He squatted by the battery, switching the shoddy dial affixed to its side to one and pressing the power button. He had to give her credit; she was a very tolerant one. Not a single peep came from her mouth even though her lips were pressed into such a thin line and she was staring a burning hole of concentration into the floor.

Jungkook knew it had started. Whatever Yoongi was going to do to her, he’d started it. Yet he heard nothing other than the squeak of the male’s boots on the concrete and the sound of her shifting.

His grin turned malicious as he turned the dial to two and her head jerked. Redness was starting to creep into her face and the tips of her fingers were twitching despite her will to stay still. Still no noises though, that disappointed him. He watched her closely as he flicked the knob to three.

She let out a howl that had Jungkook pressing his forehead into the concrete and clenching his teeth.

Stop. Jungkook, calm down. You can handle this. Do not freaking go out there right now.

“Ah, there is it.” The smell of burning flesh filled the room and he admired the way her arms shook. He was supposed to torture her until she said the name of her soulmate, but she was more afraid of Yoongi hurting him than hurting her.

Besides, he was positive she was much more fun than whoever her soulmate was.

He quickly became bored with the third setting so he kicked it up to four.

Jungkook dug his fingers into his wrists, letting the nails break the skin. He drew scratches along his forearms with each prolonged scream, imagining it as him clawing out from under the bed and punching that man until his satisfaction was exacted in blood.  The scream physically hurt him, like he was the one enduring whatever torture was going on beyond the blanket blocking his view.

For Yoongi scream that brought back unwanted memories.

“Yoongi!” It was such a horrible screech. He used to remember screams being music to his ears, but now it was just the sound of a scratch on a record. He hated that sound. But he shoved her head back into the water again.

Just speak. Just tell him everything he needed to know and this would all stop.

He pulled her up for a breath of air before holding the back of her head into the cold tub.

Her hair was so soft, like a rabbits. But wolves had soft fur too, and he was required to drown them before they killed again.

He snapped the dial to five with the memory. He took a long drag of his cigarette as she reached a new pitch, moving away from the battery and its controls to flop down backwards on the bed. He was drowning in her screams.

Her face was so red, the veins popping, her body convulsing without her permission. She looked like she was going to pass out at any second, her wrists raw and red from struggling within the fabric binds.

Stop. Make it stop. He had to bite into his fist to keep from crying out; all that gave were tears pushing past the corners of his squeezed eyes. He covered his ears but he could still see her. He imagined that face he’d almost kissed contorted in agony and it killed him more than any torture he himself had endured at the hands of Suga.

Yoongi tilted his head back, he didn’t want to look at her anymore–only listen. It should make him happy to see another person in pain, but it only reflected his drunken mental state. He took a longer drag from the cigarette, filling his lungs up with smoke.

She was the barista at his favorite coffee shop. He’d seen her there before, always smiling. She got employee of the month at least three times since he’d started frequenting the shop 7 months ago. It was just a normal day like always.

“You’re back–let me guess, one large with lots of cream?”

He flashed her a toothy grin, fishing out his wallet. “You know me so well.”

He handed her the bills, her hand accidently brushing his fingertips. His gaze followed her immediate glance of fear and he had the pleasure of watching his bracelet fade from its brilliant gold to a speckled black until it finally settled into its correct dark pitch. He was still looking to his bracelet but his glance met hers out of the corner of his eyes. He probably looked intimidating as hell–being the member of a gang and all he’d pulled off the don’t-fuck-with-me look well.

She held her hands up, those kohl-lined eyes of her wide with fear. “I will never kill you. I promise. Please–I don’t even know you.” He grabbed the cup of coffee from the barista next to her that held it out as a shaky peace offering. He took a deep swig.

“Delicious.” He whispered, his gaze never leaving her before he left the shop to never return.

She was a rabbit even then.

He took a longer drag, choking on smoke. Maybe it would drown out that woman’s face–but it didn’t. It never did. No amount of any intoxicants would ever erase that face. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache forming from Y/N’s endless screaming. He wished she’d just pass out already.

“Listen well, boy.” He spoke to no one in particular, maybe the man under the bed, maybe himself. “Listen to every single scream. You’ll never forget them. Ever. If you’re smart you’d walk away, you’d kill her now before things got more serious.”

She found him at the library. He was too busy nosing around the history section (particularly books on medieval torture) when she approached him from behind. She stuck her wrist between him and the book rack, black bracelet right in his line of sight.

“Can you ignore it if I do this?” She didn’t sound like that scared little rabbit before; her teeth were starting to show.

He brushed her wrist away with two fingers, not even sparing her a glance. “Doesn’t exist if I don’t let it, right?”

She grabbed the back of his jacket, spinning him around and pinning him against the bookcase with her arm on either side of his head. She was taller than him, and no one could see the pair over the tall shelves that seemed to stretch on forever.

“But I exist, can you forget that?”

He rolled his tongue along his top teeth, flicking her mouth with his thumb. His eyes were dark, evil, the ultimate predator. He wasn’t the gang’s best intel gatherer from running around hiding. He got what he wanted through force, and he let every inch of that personality shine in that split second moment. Her arms faltered for a second and he smiled all teeth and gums.

“You’re–we have to…one of us is supposed to kill the other.”

“Is there a rulebook for life? Are you god?” He was moving closer to her as she backed away.

She was back to her flustered rabbit self, for a second there he thought she was a wolf. This time he had her pressed up against the opposite bookcase, arms caging her in.

“God, will you ever forgive me for my sins?” He was still giving her that dangerous smile.

She gulped, pursing her lips. “But, there hasn’t ever been two that have survived together.”

“How about we be the first?” And just like that he left her, grabbing his chosen book and leaving the library.

She would find him again, what he didn’t know is that she too was good at gathering intelligence. She too was part of a gang–many gangs.

His little rabbit soulmate was definitely a wolf, a lone wolf who preyed on the men who trusted her. She just had yet to be uncovered.

Yoongi always liked the feisty ones; maybe that was why he took such an interest in torturing Y/N.

He sat up at the perfect time to see her fall to the side in a heap, her breathing labored and her eyes squeezed shut. She wasn’t screaming anymore, she finally blacked out into unconsciousness.

He pushed himself off the bed, flicking the machine to zero and turning the power off. He turned his attention to her, turning her onto his back with his foot. Her head lolled to the side, exposing her neck and protruding collar bone. He squatted next to her head, holding his cigarette out and putting it out by touching the burning butt into the exposed bone.

She didn’t even make a noise.

He ran his hand down his face and let out a shout of anger. He drank too much before coming here. He was remembering unnecessary things. The way her lips felt on his, the way her chest puffed out in pleasure, the sound of her voice telling him how much she loved her.  He smashed his fist into the floor, missing and smashing against her shin. It felt nice to hit something, so he did it again.

He didn’t even realize there were tears coming from his eyes until he felt wetness dribble onto his neck.

“Yoongi!” She thrashed in her chains. “What the hell are you doing?”

She looked like a drowned rat rather than a soft rabbit now. No, a cornered wolf caught in a bear trap. Her wrists and ankles were raw and red from where she was chained to the chair.

“Do I look like a fool to you?” He was shouting. He’d taken up drinking since Jin had told him the news.

She was a traitor, she always had been. Every word coming out of his mouth was immediately translated through hers to their enemies. Now that he caught her, those eyes of hers lost their rabbit shine.

“Did you really believe someone like you could fall in love with an innocent girl?”

He pictured the long nights spent tangled up with each other. He’d shown parts of himself even his own mother never knew. He’d unveiled a side to himself that he didn’t think he still had.

He’d truly loved her more than he could ever love himself.

She continued stabbing him with words. “We’re soulmates, but I don’t love you. How can I love someone as twisted as you?” She spat out the words.

He pulled out his gun in a flash, placing it between her eyes. He had that face again; the one that he’d thought would be gone forever since she stepped into his life: The cold stare, the anger that he couldn’t control.

She fed it, and he could see the desperation.

“Did that anger you? Almost as much as Rapmon when I told him all your dirty little secrets? Your favorite things to do? Your favorite spots? How could you be so stupid!” He let out a laugh that was cut short.

He’d pulled the trigger, blood spattering up into his face and his shirt.

He released her from her chains, limp body falling on top of him and he crashed to the ground with her weight.

“You’re the stupid one.” He muttered, his fingers tangling in her hair. “How could you lie to me like that? Don’t you think I didn’t know that you wanted to be the one to die?” His voice shook. “How could you make Jin lie to me like that?”

“I loved her!” Yoongi screamed; his spit flying onto the unconscious body in front of him. “So why did I fucking kill her?”

You’re Jax’s unwanted daughter and the club treats you bad but after a shooting at school they see their mistake. *Happy Ending*

Originally posted by geezerwench

WARNINGS: Language. Some of the guys are assholes for the sake of the request.  Protective Older Brother Abel. Verbal abuse Jax. Asshole Jax. Terrible Father Jax. I’M SORRY JAX


“Dad.” You said as you stepped into the living room noticing him standing there kissing Tara’s neck, “What.” He snapped and you flinched at the hardness in his voice, “I uh…I was just gonna ask if I could go to a friends house.” You told him and he laughed, “So you can be a whore like your mom, whatever I don’t care what you do.” He told you and kissed Tara again, there was something in you that told you he wouldn’t care but you just wanted to see that maybe he would…but you were wrong. “What are you still doing here? Hurry up and go.” He growled and you quickly got your jacket walking out of the house.

You walked down the sidewalk with your head down, tears welling in your eyes. Of course he wouldn’t care about you, you’re unwanted and he’ll never love you. Your mom is a whore, a crow eater that he used on a run, why would he ever love you the way he loved Abel and Thomas. The harsh words of your subconscious made you rethink your destination so you instead walked in the direction of the only person that loved you, your half brother Abel.

“Why isn’t it my beautiful sister Y/N?” Abel smiled and pulled you into a super tight hug, and you couldn’t help yourself as you cried loudly into his chest. “Don’t worry Y/N I’ll always be here for you. I love you so much.” He said against your hair, he didn’t have to ask to know what was wrong it was the same thing.

“Come on let’s go to TM.” He said and you both walked over to his car.


“Oh Jesus Christ what are ye doin here?” Chibs grunted and you looked down at the floor, “Crow got your tongue.” Kozik chuckled as he sipped his beer and Abel scowled, “Careful her mom’s a whore you might catch something.” He laughed along with Chibs and Tig, and Abel walked you over to the bar were he got you a soda, “Don’t you listen to them, you’re perfect.” He smiled but growled when he heard Tig speak, “You shouldn’t be fucking your half sister that’s fucking disgusting.” He laughed and Bobby shivered as he thought about you two, you gasped in shock at Tig’s words.

“What the hell!” Abel shouted pushing the man roughly sending him back a couple steps, “Watch it kid.” Tig warned but Abel squared his shoulders, “No you watch it old man.” He growled and you grabbed his arm, “I would never do that to her. You’re the disgusting prick that sleeps with dead people, I love my sister but I would never do that.”

“What the hell is going on?” Jax asked with his arm around Tara, Thomas standing beside him and he smiled at you. Abel looked at his dad with angry eyes, “Tig’s being an asshole to Y/N.” He explained short and Jax shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t give a fuck don’t put your hands on a patched member if you ever wanna see a kutte on your back. Understand me?” His father said sternly and Abel shook his head in disbelief, “I don’t want a damn kutte if it means being rude to my sister.”

“She’s only your half sister.” He spat and Abel shrugged his shoulders, “I’m more related to her than you are with Bobby or Chibs, and the rest of your ‘brothers’.” He growled.

“I want both of you out now.” Jax snapped and Abel grabbed your hand about to leave, “Come on dad…” Thomas started to say but Jax glared, “Don’t you fucking side with them or you can leave to.”

Abel went to his little brother and put a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t worry about us Tommy. We’ll go.” He smiled in reassurance at his youngest sibling and you smiled as well as you both left.


“Can I borrow your math book I left mine at home.” Abel asked you and you nodded as you opened your locker to get said textbook. “Here ya go.” You smiled and the two of you walked to class but you stopped your hand going to Abel’s arm, “What’s wro…Holy shit.” He mumbled as you both stared at a kid down the hall that was pointing a gun at Abel.

“Your father killed mine!” The boy with worn clothes yelled at your older brother, his body stepping in front of yours, “Look I’m sorry but I didn’t know alright.” Abel tried to negotiate but the boy wasn’t having it and that’s when it happened. You let your instincts take over and the second the loud noise rang through the halls you pushed Abel, pain racing through your entire being.

You hit the ground with a  loud thud your eyes watering as you stared at the ceiling, you turned your head over to see the boy looking at you scared and then you saw Abel charge him. The boy getting knocked out with the force, “Abel.” You whispered and chocked on a liquid but you didn’t remember drinking anything, “Hey Y/N. You’ll be okay. Stay with me alright. HELP ME!” Abel shouted as he pulled your head into his lap, his hands stroking your chest, his tears falling on your cheeks as you starred up at him. You didn’t hear the other people around the two of you even though they were there.

“I can’t…” You said and choked again, “Shhh yes you can. Come on Y/N stay with me you got this. Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes.” He cried angrily as he rocked you in his arms, “I-I’m s-orry.” Your voice was broken and you suddenly felt so cold in the usually hot high school hallway, “God you’re so stupid why…why would you push me? Why? Come on you gotta stay awake.” He told you and you felt his hand press your side down hard, “I thought you were gonna be there when I graduate? Huh? You promised. You fucking promised me Y/N come on!” Abel leaned down and kissed your forehead as he continued to apply pressure to the side of your chest, blood pouring out of you not that you noticed.

“I-I’m s-sorr-y.”


BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. You groaned as your eyes opened slowly, the lights making you hiss and flinch but the action only sent pain through your body. You tried to speak but instead started choking on something in your throat, “Hey calm down Y/N. You’re fine.” You heard a woman say and you noticed it was Tara, your eyes glanced over to see Abel sleeping a chair.

It was a few minutes before the tube was removed and you upchucked in the can beside you, “Here you go.” You heard your dad say as he handed you a cup of water, “Don’t worry I didn’t poison it.” He laughed but it was awkward. You took the cup and drank almost three quarters of it, “Thanks.” You mumbled and he put the cup on the table.

“Tara could you give us a minute.” Jax told her and she smiled then woke Abel up and he gave you a gentle hug and kiss on the forehead before leaving, “Look Y/N I’m so sorry…about everything. I’ve been a terrible father, and I hate myself for it.” Jax put his head in his hands, “I didn’t like your mother…but she isn’t you and you aren’t her…and that doesn’t give me the right to treat you the way I do. God I’m so sorry.” Jax gave a broken sob as every time he was rude to you flashed like lightning in his brain, “You’re a good kid and I’ve been a horrible father.” He shook his head then grabbed your hand giving your knuckles a kiss. “I don’t expect you to forgive me but I’m gonna be the best  father to you I can be, from here on out I swear on my life Y/N.” He told you and you smiled.

“I love you dad.” You spoke and he smiled as he kissed your forehead, “I love you too.”

There was a knock on the door that had Jax stand up, “Who is it?” He asked, “It’s us brotha.” You heard Tig say and you frowned, “Hey doll how ya feelin?” He smiled and the other Redwood men walked in, “Yeah that was some shot.” Chibs told you as he put his hands in his pockets. “Hey baby girl. That’s gonna be one serious scar.” Happy said, the one that’s always been nice to you when he came down from Tacoma. “Yeah it sure is.”

“That was real brave of ye lass.” Chibs told you and you smiled, “Look I just wanted to say that I am so sorry for the way I’ve treated ya.” Tig said and shook his head, “I don’t know why I’ve been such an ass, if someone treated my girls like that I would beat their ass, I wouldn’t want someone talking to my girls like that. I’m an ass and I’m sorry Y/N.”

“Me too, you’re a good kid I’m sorry.” Kozik smiled and Bobby stepped in with Juice, “Us too, sorry babe.” Juice pouted and Happy nodded, “Good you all better be cause next time this shit happens I’ll kill each and everyone of you.” You all laughed except Happy and that made you laugh harder which you regretted as you grunted in pain holding your side.

“Easy there sis.” You smiled as you looked at your brother who pulled you into another hug, “Damn I’m so glad you’re okay. That was the stupidest, most outrageous, and horrible, most insane, craziest but amazingly brave thing that you could have done for me…and I love you so much.” Abel said when he pulled away, “She’s a fighter…it’s the Teller in her.” Jax said and you felt tears go in your eyes as that was the first time he has ever acknowledged  you as a Teller…as his daughter and you knew things were clearing up from here on out. “I love you Y/N, we all do.”

Unpopular opinion

Trixie Lulamoon was not in the wrong in boast busters. She’s a bloody performer! She supposed to brag and show off! The mane 6 minus pinkie and spike were being rude and heckling her trying to up stage her they wouldn’t let her do her job. And get this trixie is the one who’s punished! I am sorry but wtf what was the point of that episode? They could have taught the whatever moral it was trying to teach with a different storyline. This still doesn’t excuse magic duel though.

Request: Day In The Life

Request: Hey! I’m having a bad period bc of IBD(I cant walk because of the pain…) could you do one were TFW helps IBD reader? Would squeal out of happiness if you did!

Word Count: 710

I’ll be totally honest, all I know about IBD is what I got off on WebMD and the NHS website, so… yeah. I think this is more really-bad-period-pain than specifically IBD, for fear of messing up facts or whatever. I’m sorry if I got anything massively wrong, and I hope you’re feeling better<333

Leaning on the countertop to support yourself, you down the pills and glass of water in one.

Oh, how you’d kill for instant relief.

You grab the hot water bottle and hobble over to the couch, dropping onto the softness with a quiet groan. Clutching the hot water bottle to your stomach, you pull a blanket over yourself and close your eyes. There’s little to no hope of sleep coming to you, however, so you reach over and painstakingly drag your laptop onto your lap, pulling up an episode of your favourite show.

Nothing like that time of the month to turn you into a miserable, hormonal, in-constant-agony mess. You let the episode play, keeping the blanket tucked up around your neck.

Halfway through, however, the guys turn up. You’d excused yourself from this hunt – they know how bad you get and were totally fine with it, saying something about ‘having some guy time’ and 'being away from all your girl-talk’.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam smiles, walking into the little room. It’s less of a motel and more a low-scale hotel, but you don’t mind, “How are you doing?”

“I’m okay,” You mumble, offering a weak smile as Dean tosses a bag at you.

“We brought presents.”

Upon looking inside, you find handfuls of your favourite candies and a whole tub of your favourite ice-cream. You grin brightly.

“Thanks, guys. You’re the best.”

“What are you watching?” Sam asks, sitting on the chair beside you. You shrug, turning the laptop so he can see, “Oh, I like this episode. Mind if I join?”

You shuffle up so he can sit beside you, being totally prepared to shift around so you can both sit properly. Alternately, however, he decides to sit behind you and pull you back into him, so you can still stay mostly horizontal. However it may seem, there’s nothing romantic about it. You’re just so close with all of the guys, there’s no concept of personal space anymore.

The way you see it, when you’ve saved someone’s life more times than you’ve had hot meals, you’re just about fine with anything they might throw at you.

“This okay?” He asks, and you nod, moving the screen so you can both see.

“It’s great, thanks. You’re comfortable.”

“Good to know.”

The three of you sit on the couches – you and Sam watching your show, and Dean doing something on his own laptop. He says it’s research, but you wouldn’t put anything past the elder Winchester. Every so often, you’ll change the episode over, having quick debates about which one to choose.

“I like that one,” You ponder, “But it’s pretty funny and laughing hurts.”

“What about that one where he ends up in Japan?”

“Nah, that’s next season. I want to stay on this one.”

“How about that one?”

“Too sad. I’m already a wreck.”

“What about the playground one?”

“Good plan.” You agree, clicking on it.

Dean rolls his eyes at the pair of you, and you stick out your tongue in mock protest.

***

You toss and turn, desperately trying to let sleep find you. The pain in your stomach, however, informs you that that’s not an option. You groan softly, not wanting to wake the guys. You roll over onto your other side, and nearly cry out when you’re met with a figure towering over the bed.

“Shit, Cas,” You whisper, “What are you doing?”

“I heard your prayer.”

“Prayer?”

Oh, god, kill me now, all I want to do is sleep…” He quotes and you offer a smile.

“That might have been me.” You admit, “Wasn’t aware it counted as a prayer.”

He chuckles quietly, “Do you want me to take away the pain?”

“You can do that?”

“Sure I can,” He smiles slightly, and you nod.

“Do it.”

He presses two fingers to your forehead and a warmth flows through you, accompanied by the absence of pain.

“I love you,” You say softly, “You’re a total lifesaver.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. Good night, Y/N.”

“G'night, Cas,” You yawn, the sleepiness taking over and washing you away.

Mr. Buck

A/N: I have brought you beautiful superfamily fluff featuring everyone’s favorite Bucky. And WOW @clipchip requested this months ago, I’m a terrible person. Doesn’t meet your prompt completely, but this is the only way I could explain Peter sneaking away without JARVIS noticing anything was wrong. More to come soon, and I am currently accepting prompts if anyone wants to give one!\

Also, it is 4:15 AM, so if there are a lot of mistakes, I am sorry.

“Goddamn AIM and their goddamn evil schemes…,” Tony grumbled as he rummaged through JARVIS’ coding and wiring in the basement of Avengers Tower. There had been some kind of… attempted attack on the tower earlier by AIM, and attack was probably too generous a word for whatever AIM had tried to do.

Tony had been in his workshop working on schematics for the repulsors in his boots when JARVIS alerted him to someone trying to hack into the tower’s mainframe. Within 5 minutes JARVIS was able to track the signal to a van parked about a block from the tower before his systems got shut down entirely. Thor and Natasha were sent to deal with it and were quick to report back that it was a couple of AIM goons trying and failing to be threatening or dangerous in any way. This had all happened in the span of 15 minutes from when JARVIS had alerted Tony to the bug, and now here Tony and Steve were, in the basement, trying to bring JARVIS’ systems back online.

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I know it’s been hard to read the comic properly on the tumblr mobile app, and even if a computer is used the pages aren’t really in order, and tags are messy. Several people suggested that I could use google drive to share my comic so people could read it in order easier. So I’ve been looking into it and tried to get it working, please try this link and see if it works

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It could be that it’s all explained. It could be that for whatever reason I can’t wrap my mind around the “truth.” But I can’t help but shake the feeling that something in the LiS ending was wrong. And, I understand our deep desires for wish fulfillment, or whether we believe something was told badly or whatever. But really, I think this has nothing to do with that. This is just things not adding up to me.

In the two options, “Bae or Bay” as so aptly coined, it’s the less involved ending, sacrificing Arcadia Bay that seems more real to me. Not necessarily because their’s a “correct” option and a “wrong” option. Obviously there’s no correct option as we’re left to create our own head cannon. Rather, the option to sacrifice Chloe was left with too many loose ends (and I mean that with all puns intended). And I don’t want to rant and rave about it, but I do want to air out my thoughts, I don’t want to feel alone on this.

So…

In the end, the option to sacrifice Chloe is intended to “correct” the course of time. It’s intended to “fix” things. To set them back onto time’s intended course. But, in truth, this can’t physically be done. Max can’t go backwards and simply set things back onto their exact path by allowing Chloe to die in the bathroom. The act of Max, past/present time traveler being there changes things. She has knowledge that she shouldn’t have. She has experiences. She herself has grown into a wildly different human being than the one who should have been there in the bathroom that day. When Max travels back, when Chloe walks in, the outside of the bathroom door is still a glow. Is still a limit on the moment. A frame. Certainly, it’s much closer to the originally “intended” reality for the original Max, and the correction needn’t be as vast and thus the storm never comes to strike down Arcadia Bay. But it cannot be the same. Max can never get back there to the original path because she herself no longer belongs there. And while she may accept that particular reality, in which she lets Chloe die as one she can live in, can accept, it will still never be “hers.”

In contrast, sacrificing the Bay and saving Chloe, despite the losses, feels better. Feels more valid. We’re never told explicitly that every person in the Bay dies. We’re shown mass destruction. We’re shown and know there are lives lost. But I’ve lived next to a town (within 15 minutes) that was leveled by an F5 (the actual current highest point on the Fujita Scale, though there is described possibility for an F6 in the future. So I see what you did there LiS). Despite the incredible, massive scale of damage, there were no lives lost there. (Feel free to look up Newton Falls, Ohio 1985 F5 Tornado if you want to hear about it.) The deaths we’re warned of in Max’s nightmare ring more true as being her fears as she grapples with decisions she knows she has to make, rather than a true description of the death toll that will certainly come.

Additionally, we cannot simply forget that Arcadia Bay was sick before Max ever received her powers. The Bay was already dying its own slow death. The fish had disappeared, the fisherman on their last attempts to make a living. The residents were leaving, or stuck based on circumstances. The only prosperity seemed to be the Prescotts who were only further driving things to their own whims. For their own purposes. The destruction of the storm gives the town an ability to rebuild. To come alive again. We don’t simply leave towns in prosperous areas to rot anymore, we know in reality that it can and will be rebuilt.

Finally, while sacrificing Chloe yields the blue butterfly, Chloe’s soul’s acceptance, sacrificing the Bay gives us a confirmation in nature that things are okay. The birds haven’t all died, they fly over top of the wreckage. The deer, more real than we’ve ever seen it lopes towards its companions. Not simply a guiding spirit but an active creature. Nature returns. The balance after the storm is shown. We feel that it’s over. We can breathe again. Choosing to sacrifice the Bay isn’t just the “selfish move” because Chloe is the number 1 priority. (Even if she is the motivation), but it’s also the acceptance that just going back in time once again to “fix it/break another reality” isn’t the only way forward. There doesn’t have to be the endless loop. There’s also pure acceptance of the consequences. While traveling back in time stops her from having to deal with any repercussions, the storm which grows is a culmination of every time she couldn’t just stop and handle it.

In any case, I know this was long. And I know that it doesn’t really mean much, because any person’s head cannon can be valid. But this just bothered me. And I guess I needed to validate why I feel no guilt in sacrificing the Bay.