the red is nearly completely gone

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It was to be expected, it took all the women she had ever loved from her. Maybe that’s why she didn’t mind that her family consisted of males only now, men that go out every night, have her worried sick, not sure if it’ll be their last or if they’ll be spared another day, but nevertheless they were male and could not get thing she’s lost all her female relatives to; breast cancer.

And while it was to be expected it came suddenly, but she was not dumb, she was not going to burden her boys with these horrible news, besides they were busy with their own things, far more important things like crime, so she kept it to herself. She directly scheduled her doctors appointment herself, didn’t even give them the house number just so Alfred wouldn’t get a whip of her disease, she started wearing shawls and scarfs even though she still had hair. It was so that when she does lose all of it it wouldn’t seem that she was hiding her head out of the blue. She was smart like that.

She’s in the kitchen, early morning as she groans at Damian for being so slow, school is in thirty minutes after all. Dick appears in the room too, seeming to have spent a night in the manor, working on a case with the dark knight, as he yawns greeting the Waynes. Y/N passes him a cup of coffee before she turns to Damian again, glaring at him as he only eats slower noticing her do so.

“Is there a new fashion trend I’m not aware about? It makes you look so much older than you are, mom.” Dick says casually as she gapes at him, his what actually is an innocent comment making her insides turn.

“For your information I happen to like it.”

She hates it.

She swallows it down, hand coming up the scarf wrapped around her head, checking if no hair is peeking out as she gets back to scolding Robin about how he’s going to be late.

A few weeks pass and she’s pulling hair out of the drain, stuffing it down the trash deep down as tears brim in her eyes. She’s looking at herself in the mirror, skin like wet cloth hugging her bones as she sighs, wondering at how the bloody hell shes going to cover this up. For the next few days Bruce is busy, and she’s never been so relieved to be alone in bed, coughing blood and crying her eyes out.

She gets a wig, expensive one too, gluing eyelashes to her bare skin, tainting her cheeks the rosiest red that she can find for the charity ball she has to attend. Bruce is still busy and yet again she’s relieved, hell, she’d never want to be apart from her husband, but here she is, trying her best to smile at the rich folks. She gets in a good hour before she’s completely beat, she’s stumbling over to the bathroom, calling her assistant to help her leave quietly to the hospital.

She wakes up around 5 am, chest aching, tubes and IV’s attached to her, her assistant gone missing. And then she nearly fights the doctor to let her leave, she’ll have surgery the next day and before that she just needs to see her boys. And so when the sun finally rises, a beautiful Sunday morning she’s looking around.

She’s in the kitchen again, not only a scarf but one of Bruce’s old hoodies hiding her head as she prepares breakfast, Alfred out on his own person business. All of the others are here though — her boys. Jason, of course, is bickering with Tim, who’s not really giving him much of a response, Dick stands by Y/N as he informs Damian about one of his times as Robin, the son of Batman rolling his eyes at his brother. Y/N smiles, this is what she wanted to see, yes, there’s a chance the surgery will go good, but if not — this is what she wanted to see before she goes.

She’s spreading jelly on the peanut butter sandwich as her husband enters the kitchen, her smile only widening, it feels like ages since she’s seen him. But he doesn’t return it, he’s clutching a daily planet newspaper in his fist as he looks at his wife; her face is drawn on, to make her look happy and not dead, head hid behind layers of clothing, the skin that he can see, her wrists and hands, are skeleton like, only skin and bones to be exact. And he’s even shaking his head slowly, the boys looking at him confused before he slams the article on the table in front of them.

Y/N catches a glimpse of it and she’s gasping, her name is printed out in bright read, and so is her sickness. And she’s wincing, not only does the actual cancer is aching, but so is her heart — her assistant ratted her out to the press for the money. And now the entire fucking world knows.

“Take it off.” Bruce is in front of her now, Y/N looking at his blue eyes that aren’t blue at all anymore — there’s thunder and lightning, the storm brewing inside them making the woman uneasy.

“Surely this can’t be true, it’s just what papers do, like, click bait and stuff?” Tim says before she can even do anything and now her heart is cracking completely.

So she takes it off, minutes taking hours it seems as she pushes the hood off, unwrapping her scarf to reveal her bald head as she looks down in shame, the room filling with suffocating silence.

“How could you not tell us?” Jason immediately fires, fists balled up.

“I was going to! That’s why I invited you all for breakfast.. I wanted to see my family together one last time.” She murmurs, disappointed at herself, crystal beads filling her eyes as she’s trying her best not to sob.

“H-how long have you been hiding it?” Dick asks.

“A month or so, maybe a little longer.”

“My wife has cancer for over a month and I fail to notice—”

“No! I hid it well, it’s none of your fault, I pick up on your detective things you know, I know how to trick. I just didn’t want you to worry..”

“Worry? Y/N, you can’t go through these things alone, Jesus, I can’t believe I didn’t notice, please tell me you at least have good news, that it’s not all that bad, that you might actually make it—” He cuts himself with a sob and everyone’s eyes are on him as Bruce hugs Y/N, wrapping his so much bigger frame around her so tight as if she could disappear any second.

“I— I don’t know, they’re going to try and remove as many tumors as they can tomorrow, but there’s no promises, don’t get your hopes up.” She says, rubbing her husband’s back as the boys look back at her sadly.

“But you’re going to fight, aren’t you?” Damian says, Y/N squeezing out a smile to the youngest.

“You can count on it.”

Not A Care In The World (klance fic)

Part One

Lance wouldn’t get out of bed. He wouldn’t pick up the phone when his friends called, he wouldn’t talk to his mama when she asked what was wrong. He wouldn’t talk to his friends no matter how much they pleaded, or showed up to his house unexpectedly. Lance, did what everyone was telling him to, keep his mouth shut and going away. Well, not just everyone, but his now fifth ex girlfriend that broke his heart just a few weeks ago. That’s when he truly broke, because the only thing holding him together was his relationship. But now all he would do is cry, and give everyone blank emotionless looks. He barely ate, slept, or showed up to school.

Lance’s phone rang for the sixth time in a row, and Lance was getting annoyed so he used all of his effort to turn his phone off and throw it across the room. He settled back into his sheets, hugging his pillow. His mama opened the door, sighing and coming over to him, sitting on his bed. She stroked her son’s hair, and despite her thinking that it was doing nothing for her son, it was. It warmed his heart at every soft and nice word that spilled out of his mother’s mouth, at ever caring action. She didn’t care about his dirty hair, his smelly sheets or his messy room, she just cared about her son’s mental health.

“Hijo, I’m afraid you’ll have to go to school today, or there will be social workers at our doorstep.” Lance hadn’t noticed the sun peeking through his curtains. He didn’t know it was even morning. Lance nodded his head, knowing that what his mother had said was true, and that she’d never joke around about that. She smiled and kissed her sons cheek, and left him to get ready.

Lance got up, despite thinking that it was impossible. He brushed his teeth, showered, got dressed in his gray sweatpants and his blue hoodie, and headed downstairs. He put his shoes on, and ate breakfast with the rest of his family. They didn’t talk as much, and they gave lance worried looks. Lance just focused on the food before him. Then he was off to school in his little blue car.

When he pulled up, people were already staring. Lance knew everyone knew about the break up. People didn’t know how to keep their mouths shut. Lance got out of the car, using up all of his energy. People gasped at his appearance. Despite taking showering and brushing his teeth regularly, lance looked bad. He had messy unkempt hair that was long overdue for a haircut. He had pimples all over his forehead and temples. His lips were nearly bleeding at how chapped and much he’d chew on them. He had huge dark bags under his eyes. And an even bigger part of him that was missing, was how much he cared. How much his eyes shined, and he smiled like it meant the world. How he walk like he thought he was the best person there was. His confidence was completely gone, so was his happiness and reason to care.

It was then Keith pulled up on his red motorcycle. Lance hated him… well usually he hated him. Right now he didn’t care to hate Keith. He didn’t care to make a comment on his ugly mullet or the usual bags under his eyes. Lance just grabbed his bag and started his way towards the school entrance. He ignored the disgusted looks of others, or the worried stares. He just dragged his feet as he walked, his shoulders slumped, feeling like all of his energy had drained from his body. When he finally looked up from his feet to open his locker, a familiar face looked back at him. His face twisted up as he looked at his ex girlfriend, at the eyes he’d began to really love. The lips he’d loved to kiss.

“Lance…” his name fell out of her mouth the way it always had. Lance felt his heart pick itself up just to shatter and fall back to the ground. Images of their break up flashed behind his eyes. The tears that streamed down his face, the cold look in her eyes. The fact that lance practically begged for stay with him, that he said that he loved her. Lance could barely bring his lips to move, and when he tried, it felt really unfamiliar. Lance was always talking, his entire life he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, but now he just couldn’t bring himself to open it again.

“You left this at my house… I came to see if you wanted it back.” Lance looked at her, and back at the jacket in her polished hands. Lance took it from her. He looked at the fabric in his hands. Then he looked at the trash can. He shrugged, thinking, I hated this jacket anyways. He walked over to the trash, seeing all of the eyes on him. The metal of the zipper clinked against the metal trash can when he dropped his jacket in the trash. When he went back to his locker, she was gone and with her sidekicks. Lance opened his locker and got his books. He slammed it loudly and glared at all of the people staring at him, and they all avoided eye contact.

Lance walked to his first class, looking at the ground and walking like nothing happened. Like his heart wasn’t broken all over again, and he was dying on the inside. He stared at his ratty old shoes, and the words and doodles he’d written all over them in permanent marker. There were things from quotes to meaningless drawings of his friends and family.

He walked into science class and took his usual seat next to Hunk. Hunk hadn’t arrived yet. They have been science partners since middle school. Lance was very early to class, so he was left alone. When he’s alone, he cries. So he started crying, burying his head in his arms that rested on the table. His tears hit the table, and he was too busy crying he hadn’t noticed the door opening.

Allow Yourself

STEVE ROGERS x Plus Size Reader

Request:  I love your blog, I was wondering if you could write a fic about a reader that is really insecure about their arms and acne because trust me, there is NOTHING out there for that

You have a bad day and Steve just wants you to be honest.

Content: Self-hate, insecurities, physical pain, arguments, comfort

It was one of those days where you couldn’t wear anything other than long sleeves, even though it was 90 degrees outside and completely sunny. The shorts you could do; sometimes the heat was just way too much to handle to go out completely covered. But the arms were a no-go. You’d tried about four different tank tops and two different short-sleeved shirts, but you just couldn’t stand the way you felt with your arms out. Or the way your arms looked. And you knew that you would sweat, and sweating in itself was embarrassing, and then your acne would get ten times worse because of the oil and sweat caking your pores, and that was also a nightmare, but you literally couldn’t handle your arms.

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Going Back To Hogwarts

Harry, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione

Summary: Harry keeps thinking of his parents during the train journey to Hogwarts, and then Fred and George join their compartment.

A/N: Did you really think I wouldn’t write a Harry Potter fic for the very date of the epilogue? Who do you think I am, huh? I hope you like this!

Words: 950

The Hogwarts Express was magical in its own way. It didn’t turn invisible or fly or talk to its passengers, but they all knew it wasn’t just a regular train that took them to and from school every year. Parents waving their kids goodbye could feel it as soon as they stepped foot onto the platform again after having been away from it for many years. They could feel the familiarity, the home of it all and knew they were putting their children on the safest transportation of them all.

James and Lily never got to see Harry off, but Harry could almost feel their ghosts whenever he sat down in a compartment for the long journey to his favorite place. The fact that he didn’t know just where his parents and their friends had sat made it better, because they could have been sitting in this very spot, and no one could take that notion away from him because there was no proof of the opposite. Harry had been so bewildered during his first few journeys to Hogwarts, because they were anything but quiet, but this year was different, which gave him time to reflect on things he didn’t always allow himself to think of. Outside, the world flew by. Inside, his classmates never once settled down and people kept passing their door constantly. Sometimes they even stopped to talk, but Harry wasn’t entirely present for any of it, and his friends noticed.

“Are you okay, Harry?” Hermione asked, her eyebrows furrowed with concern when he looked up at her.

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(Holding Hands)


Tiiiiime tooooooooo saaaay gooooodbyyyeee,” screeched Michelangelo at the top of his lungs, much to the dismay of his brothers. You raised your hands in a pleading manner, desperately trying to make him stop.

“It’s alright, Mikey! You did it. Now sit down!”
The turtle’s wild gesticulation stopped, and his shoulders slumped.
“Aww, I was just getting started!” he complained, but he sat down nonetheless.
Leo couldn’t help but chuckle. At first, he was against this kind of game, but it turned out to be quite funny and relaxing.

“Alright, it’s my turn!” the orange-clad turtle announced, eagerly reaching out and grabbing the bottle in the middle of the table before spinning it. It wobbled across the table, only to come to a halt in front of you.
Your eyes grew a bit wider. You weren’t the bravest person when it came to such games, but you didn’t want to be a party pooper. Even Leo had been dancing around the table a few minutes ago!

Michelangelo tapped his chin, pretending to think of a task for you. He looked from one brother to the next until a wicked grin spread across his face.

“Well, (Y/N). I want you to… give Raph a kiss!”

Your jaw nearly hit the ground as soon as you heard his words.
He had to be kidding, right?!
Raphael shared your expression. He had gone completely rigid, and his toothpick had fallen out of his mouth.  

“W-Well… I-I-… Mikey, I-…”

But Michelangelo only crossed his arms in front of his chest, wiggling his eye ridges at you. Of course, this would be embarrassing for you, but he knew what you hadn’t realized yet: you were smitten with the red-clad turtle. Raphael felt the same way about you, but his big brother wasn’t the smartest (when it came to matters of the heart). So he decided to help you a bit because otherwise, he would be old and wear a gray wig until anything happened between you two.

Raphael rubbed his palms over his pants. Why was he sweating all of a sudden? He saw how nervous you were and cleared his throat.

“Y-Ya don’t have ta. It’s alright.”

He couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. But what did he expect? That you’d be happy to oblige? Crawl onto his lap and remain there for the rest of the evening? A foolish thought.

But you shook your head. You would NOT be the party pooper! Before you could overthink it and run for the hills, you grabbed Raphael’s mask and pulled him down to you. You shut your eyes and hesitantly pressed your soft lips against his, expecting to be pushed away in an instant. But instead, one of his hands reached out to you under the table, stroking the back of your hand with one big finger.

The kiss only lasted a moment, but both of you were feeling breathless. Your cheeks practically burned while you slowly turned away from Raphael to face his brothers again. Mikey only grinned and pointed to the bottle.

“I never said you had to kiss him on the mouth. Your turn.”

You squeaked in embarrassment as you took the bottle with one hand, but Michelangelo couldn’t be more satisfied.
He was sure of it, you and Raphael would be together before next month. If your hands, still connected under the table, were any indication. 

Inevitable | Stiles

{ Y/N/N = Your Nick Name
Y/L/N = Your Last Name }

There he was, flinging the ball passed the goalie pretty much effortlessly during lacrosse practice. I leaned against the bleachers and smiled, fixing my ponytail. Stiles grinned my way, but I knew it wasn’t directed at me. I turned and, as expected, Lydia Martin walked passed me while elegantly swaying her hips.

I watched as Stiles forgot what he was doing, stumbling over his own feet but staying upright nonetheless. He blushed and quickly turned away, talking to Scott about something that I couldn’t hear.

Being in love with somebody who didn’t even notice you was probably the most stupid thing that I had gotten myself into ever since… well, ever. I forced myself to turn and walk away, knowing that if I stayed longer the ache in my heart would increase and I’d embarrass myself in front of a ton of people I wasn’t even friends with.

An hour later I had just arrived in my next class, Chemistry, and I sat down at a desk ready to be paired with some random nerd. However, I didn’t know that Chemistry lesson would change my life forever.

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr Stilinski.” Mr Harris said and my head shot up. I refrained myself from exclaiming my shock, and before I could even properly prepare myself, I felt somebody’s presence beside me.

“Hey. I guess we’re paired up for this project, huh?” Stiles said. His voice was so smooth and the way his lips moved made me want to kiss them so bad. God, I had to control myself.

“Y-yeah.” I stammered, moving my bag off the chair next to me and Stiles sat down, dropping his bag against the table in front of him.

“So, what’s your name?” He asked as he took out his books out. While Mr Harris continued to pair up students, he looked at me with those honey-coloured eyes and I swear I felt my insides melt.

I smiled slightly. “Y/N. You’re Stiles, right?”

“That’s me.” He laughed. “Pretty name, by the way.”

“Thanks.” I said, unable to stop myself from blushing. Stiles grinned and opened his book just as Mr Harris started announcing the project.

I noted what he said down. “… Please submit it next week Friday. This is both a test of intelligence and memory as well as a test of your ability to work together. Have a good day.”

With a groan, I closed my book. “If you want, I can just find some topics today and we can start the work on Monday.” I knew Stiles hated Chemistry, although he was extremely smart but it seemed that Mr Harris didn’t quite like him.

“I’m not going to let you do all the work.” Stiles said. “Are you free tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I… I think so.” I said, trying to make it seem as if I had to think about it. Honestly, I didn’t have anything to do after school. I only really spoke to people inside of school, and my mum was out all of the time so it didn’t really matter whether she granted me permission or not.

“Okay. Give me your number and I’ll text you later, okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah sure.” I wrote my number down on a piece of paper and handed it to him, and he smiled in a way that could have made any girl swoon.

The bell rang and Stiles packed his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Yeah. Bye, Stiles.” I said before he walked away, glancing at me once before he disappeared out of the door. I bit my lip and hit my forehead. Goodness, I couldn’t believe I had literally just spoken to my crush for the first time ever, and I’d probably been super obvious.

I got up and headed to the lockers to pick up my books, seeing as Chemistry was my last period of the day.

I arrived home and groaned when I noticed my mum’s car parked in the driveway. I parked my bicycle against the wall before heading inside the house, meeting my mum sitting at the dining table, sipping her tea and reading some sort of fashion magazine.

“Hi, Mum.” I greeted her, hanging my coat up and heading towards the kitchen to grab an apple before I leaned against the counter and watched my mum put the magazine down and acknowledge my existence.

“Hi, sweetie. How was school?”

“It was fine.” My phone buzzed in my pocket, and my mum raised her eyebrows.

“Who’s that? Have you finally made a friend?”

I rolled my eyes, hiding the fact that my heart literally missed a beat because it couldn’t be anyone other than Stiles, the only people who had my number was my mum, Stiles and Katherine who only had my number because our mothers were friends.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it, tapping on the text notification. “It’s just someone I have to do a Chemistry project with. Anyway, how’s work?”

“Good as usual. Got the day off, but I’m leaving again tomorrow morning.”

Stiles: Hey Y/N/N. It’s Stiles. I hope it’s okay to call you that. Just wanted to ask what time you’re comfortable with to hang out tomorrow? Your house or mine?

“Right. What time?” I asked, as I typed a reply. I was glad I had a knack for multitasking.

Me: Sure. Anytime’s good, and I honestly don’t mind. You pick.

“My flight leaves at 8, so I’ll be gone around 7. I’ve also got a dinner invitation from Katherine’s mum, but there’s lasagna in the fridge.” Mum said, and I sighed. The few days a month that my mum was home, she always immediately made plans with her many lady friends and left me to tend for myself. At least she gave me the money to get whatever I needed for groceries, clothes, etc., but it still hurt sometimes that she was hardly around.

“Okay, Mum.” I said. My phone buzzed again and Mum once again looked at me suspiciously. “You’ve been acting weird lately. Are you sure there’s nothing you want to talk to me about?”

“No, there’s nothing I need to talk to you about. Not now, anyway.” I said, taking a bite of my apple before glancing back down at my phone.

Stiles: Is your house okay? Dad’s got a day off tomorrow and yeah. Maybe around 3 pm?

“Okay. I’m going to go get ready.”

“Fine. Bye, Mum.” I said without looking up. I had a nervous ache in my stomach, and I suddenly didn’t feel that hungry anymore.

Me: Yeah, that’s fine.

Stiles: Cool :) See you then.

Me: See you.

I sighed and slid my phone into my back pocket, finishing my apple before throwing the core away and heading upstairs to do my homework.

The next day I woke up from the sound of my mum’s car leaving the driveway, I tried going back to sleep, but my mind had decided that overthinking today’s events would be a better activity than sleeping, so I was left getting up at 7 am on a Saturday morning.

I made my way downstairs after grabbing my English books and sat at the kitchen island, doing my homework in an effort to let time go by faster.

It was 9:02 when I finally finished the last piece of homework I had and I made myself some breakfast before taking a shower and getting ready for the day.

At 2:45 I had gone grocery shopping, cleaned the house, tidied my room and done possibly everything I could have done. This definitely meant I would be extremely bored tomorrow, but I’d rather be bored than have to endure the nauseated feeling the butterflies in my stomach were producing.

I got a text from my mum that she’d arrived in Los Angeles and I didn’t reply. I couldn’t be bothered to. I headed downstairs and poured myself a glass of apple juice, sipping it slowly. I nearly let the glass fall when the doorbell rang. Yesterday evening, before I had gone to sleep, I had texted Stiles my address because of course I had completely forgotten to do so during our earlier text exchange.

After putting the glass down I made my way to the front door and opened it, only to find Stiles grinning at me. He was wearing a white t-shirt with red details and jeans, his backpack slung over his shoulder and his eyes glistened in the sunlight.

“Hey there.” Stiles smiled. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to tackle this beast of a project and strangle it.”

“Well that’s one way to put it.” I said, a weight lifting off my shoulders and the twist in my stomach leaving. “Come on in.” I opened the door wider and stepped out of the way to allow him to enter.

He walked in with a smile, looking around. “Nice house. Are you home alone?”

“Yeah.” I said, closing the door. “As usual.”

“You’re home alone most of the time?” Stiles asked, and I nodded. “Yeah. Mum works for some company and she travels a lot. She’s home maybe five days a month. Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure. Doesn’t that get lonely, though?”

“Kind of. I’m used to it.” I said. “What would you like?”

“Uhm.. Whatever you’re having is fine.” Stiles said. I nodded. “Well, I’m having apple juice. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah.” Stiles replied and I poured him a glass and refilled mine. “So where are we going to work?” He asked once I handed his glass to him.

I bit my lip, thinking. “Let’s work upstairs, yeah? I’ve got everything we need there.”

“Alright.” Stiles said, and I motioned for him to follow me upstairs to my bedroom. Once we got there I pulled my books out from my bookshelf and laid them on the floor in front of my bed.

“So what do you want the project to be about?” I asked as I sat down on the carpeted floor, and Stiles dropped his bag against the bed and sat in front of me.

“I’m not sure. I wasn’t exactly listening to what he was saying.” Stiles admitted, blushing.

I laughed. “I don’t blame you. He wants us to choose an experiment, make it happen, observe it and then write our observations.”

“Right. Maybe we could…”

—-

That was the start of my friendship with Stiles. We started hanging out more, though I kept it all a secret from my mum. I was stubborn, I told myself that if she wasn’t here she didn’t care and she didn’t have to know because, knowing my mum, she would make a big deal about it and question me about any ‘possible relationships’.

Sure, I still had a crush on Stiles but I had learned to control it. I’d become close with Scott as well, and thanks to Stiles I didn’t feel so bored or lonely outside of school. There were times when our hugs lingered a bit longer than an average hug (‘the average hug’ meaning Scott’s hugs because there really weren’t any other guys I was comfortable enough with to hug) but I told myself I was just imagining it.

“Y/N.. Y/N!” Somebody whispered, and I turned to find Scott crouching on the roof outside my window. “Scott?! What are you doing here?” I asked, as I opened the window as quietly as possible. “You know my mum’s home!”

“I do, I do. But Stiles said he needs us both. Something happened in the woods, some sort of murder or something. Stiles thinks it’s another wolf.” Scott said. I nodded and quickly pulled my shoes on and pulled on a hoodie I had borrowed from Stiles once and never returned. It smelled like him and it made my heart race, as if he were here with me in person.

You see, Scott was a werewolf. It’s a long story, but Stiles had explained everything to me once I had found out. “Okay. One second.” I said quietly to Scott before opening the door and shouting, “Mum, I’m off to sleep. Goodnight!”

“Sleep well, sweetie!” She replied and I closed the door, turning the light off and heading towards the window. Scott had already moved so I could go through, and I climbed onto the roof swiftly, having done this a million times before.

“Nice hoodie.” He smirked, probably identifying Stiles’ scent on it. “Thank you.” I grinned, following him as he jumped off the roof and I did the same. He ran into the woods and I followed him, until eventually we saw Stiles’ familiar blue Jeep parked in the middle of a clearing.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw him leaning against the side of the car, and I immediately ran up to him and engulfed him in a hug. He laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder before I pulled away with a blush. God I hated how my cheeks heated up so easily.

“Alright guys, that’s enough.” Scott teased, like he always did. I stuck my tongue out at him, but I knew thanks to his supernatural hearing. “Fill us in, Stiles?” I asked him.

“A random couple got murdered, heard my dad say something about wolf-like bites on the bodies. I thought Scott should investigate.” Stiles said. “We can’t just let another wolf enter Beacon Hills. I’ve already called Derek, he’s aware of the situation.”

“Okay.” I said. “So why’d you need me here?”

“Moral support.” Stiles grinned brilliantly and I felt my knees weaken but thankfully I stabilised myself by leaning against the car just as Stiles was doing, only I was leaning with my shoulder against it. “I need another human here in case Scott decides to forget that I don’t have supernatural powers.”

“That happened once, Stiles!” Scott exclaimed, and I laughed. “Shouldn’t we go investigate, guys?” I asked, and Stiles smiled at me.

“Always thoughtful. Let’s go, Scott.”

“Do you have a flashlight?” Scott asked, and Stiles turned to open the car door and a few seconds later a flashlight was tossed to both Scott and I, and he was holding his own.

“Always prepared.” I retorted, and Stiles laughed before locking the car.

Scott made a gagging sound, and I glared at him. We headed off into the woods, Stiles leading the way and Scott sniffing for a trace of the wolf.

“Do you think it’s an omega?” I asked Scott quietly, and he shrugged. “I don’t know, Y/N. I haven’t picked up anything yet.”

We finally got at the crime scene, and I saw Stiles’ dad, the Sheriff, talk to some police officers. Scott stopped, and I turned to him only to find him walking in the opposite direction. He motioned for me to follow and I grabbed Stiles’ hand to get his attention.

I blushed in the dark, aware of how his hand fit in mine and Stiles turned towards me. “What?” He asked quietly.

“Scott found a scent. Come on.” I pulled him towards Scott, and I turned my flashlight off as to not gain attention.

We followed Scott until we arrived at Allison and Scott’s secret spot. Derek was already there, and his eyes flashed at us as if to say 'stay back’….

“Come on, I’ll give you a boost up.” Stiles said later that night once we arrived at my house. I nodded and he boosted me up so I could climb onto the roof. He followed suit, and we slowly walked over to the window of my room. I opened it slowly and jumped in quietly, Stiles doing the same.

I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair. “Is Scott going to be okay?”

“Of course he will. He’s in good hands with Deaton.” Stiles said and I sat on the bed with my back against the headboard. Stiles did the same and we both sat there for a moment. What had happened today had been the first time I’d truly experienced anything supernatural that was dangerous, and to be honest I was feeling extremely shook up.

“Y/N/N…” Stiles said. “You’re going to be okay. Everything will. Look at me, I’ve survived this for like a year now. I’m doing fine.”

“I know.” I said. “I just–” I made the mistake of looking up into his eyes, and I realised how close those beautiful lips were to mine. All I had to do was lean in a little bit and they would touch.

“You just?” Stiles asked, and I completely forgot what I wanted to say.

“Nothing. Are you tired?” I asked, and Stiles shook his head. “No. You?”

“I don’t know.” I said honestly.

Stiles smiled slightly. “Would you like me to leave?”

“No, please don’t.” I said. “Just want to lay down for a bit.”

Stiles nodded, and he gently grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together. I smiled at him and moved down, turning on my side and he kissed my shoulder.

“This is my hoodie isn’t it?” He whispered, and I nodded. “Yeah. Sorry, it’s just really comfortable and I kept forgetting to give it back.”

“That’s okay.” He said, and I turned my head, looking at him. “Stiles?”

“Yes?” He asked, looking up from behind my shoulder and I bit my lip. “Do you still like Lydia?”

“No…” He said, a flush covering his pale skin. “I’ll always admire her because well, I had feelings for her for ten years. But no, I don’t obsessively like her anymore.”

“Oh, okay.” I said, trying to act cool even though I was mentally doing a happy dance.

Stiles hummed against my shoulder. “Why are you asking?”

“No reason.” I answered, turning my head back around and sighing into the soft pillow.

“Okay.” He gave my hand a tight squeeze, and before I realised it, I was falling asleep….

“Y/N Y/L/N!!” A shrill voice woke me up and I groaned. “Mum leave me alone.”

“Not until you explain why the Sheriff’s son is in your bed!” She shouted, and I felt somebody stir behind me and yesterday’s events came rushing back to me as I woke up fully.

“Who’s shouting?” Stiles asked as he, too, woke up slowly. I opened my eyes only to find my mum, completely dressed, with her arms crossed and I quickly got up.

“Mum, it isn’t what you think!” I said. “Look, we’re both fully dressed. He’s just my friend.”

“You never–”

“Because you’re never around.” I said, and I turned to Stiles who was looking at me with a look that I couldn’t decipher.

“Y/N….” She said.

I sighed. “Mum, can you leave me alone for a bit? Please? Nothing happened, I promise.”

“Fine. Stiles, that’s your name right?” She asked Stiles, who nodded. “You may join us for breakfast if you want.”

“Thank you, Mrs Y/L/N.”

My mum nodded before walking out of my room and closing the door behind her. I sighed and fell back onto the bed, groaning and covering my face with the pillow.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked, and I groaned into the pillow. Suddenly the pillow was being pulled away and Stiles was leaning over me. My heart started racing like it usually did when he was this close to me, and Stiles smiled at me.

“What?” I asked, and he chuckled. “I knew it. Scott told me.”

My eyes widened and he moved closer. “He told me your heart beat rose whenever you were around me. He could smell it off you, you know. From the moment he met you.” He whispered. “I didn’t believe him at first. I thought he was messing with me. I knew for sure yesterday when you asked me whether I still liked Lydia.”

“Great.” I sighed and Stiles raised his eyebrows. “Not happy?”

“You’re going to friendzone me now, right?”

“Well… no.” Stiles said. “I was planning to kiss you, but if you don’t want to then that’s fine too.”

My jaw dropped, and he laughed, pressing my chin slightly so as to close my mouth. Without warning, he kissed me.

It was everything I had imagined and more. His warm lips were soft and fit mine as if they were the missing puzzle piece. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss because god I felt like I was dreaming and I wanted to make the dream worth it.

He smiled against my lips and laughed. “Wow, Y/N/N. Ever heard of taking it slow?”

“For god’s sake, Stilinski, shut up.” I said, kissing him again and rolling us over so I was straddling him. I cupped his cheeks and brushed my lips against his, teasing him slightly.

“You made me wait, and you expect me to take it slow.” I mumbled as I kissed his jaw line before kissing his lips again.

Stiles didn’t reply, although to be fair I didn’t really allow him to. When I finally pulled away to catch my breath, Stiles’ lips were tinged red and I knew mine were probably marked as well. “Weren’t you supposed to go speak to you mum?”

“Oh. Right.” I said, having forgotten that completely. I got off of him and for a moment just stared at him, unable to comprehend that we’d just spent about ten minutes making out. It was weird, finally kissing him when I’d been crushing on him for SO long.

He smiled and sat up, leaning over to peck my lips. “Do you want me to stay and wait or should I go?”

“Is that even a question?” I asked. “And, stop kissing me. I’m going to end up not being able to control myself.”

“Wow. What have I done to you?” Stiles asked mockingly. I shrugged. “You kissed me, that’s what.”

“Yeah well it was inevitable.” Stiles said. “I liked you too much.”

I blushed but before I could reply Stiles spoke again. “Go talk to your mum, Y/N/N. I’ll be here when you get back.”

“Okay.” I believed him, but I still felt like I was in a dream. I smiled at him before getting up and walking towards the door, heading towards the kitchen to speak to my mum, hoping deeply that she’d believe me.

Scattered: Part 5

Notes: Angst/Fluff

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All Too Well: Getting Lost Upstate

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You remember a part of your relationship with Bucky. Inspired by All Too Well by Taylor Swift.

Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze.
We’re singing in the car, getting lost upstate.
The Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place,
And I can picture it after all these days.
And I know it’s long gone,
And that magic’s not here no more,
And I might be okay,
But I’m not fine at all.
‘Cause there we are again on that little town street.
You almost ran the red ‘cause you were looking over me.
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well.

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Originally posted by leafierleaf

“Are you sure we didn’t miss a turn?” Bucky asked. His brow furrowed as he concentrated on the unfamiliar road ahead of him. You glanced down at your phone, studying the digital map.

“No, it says one more mile- wait, I lost connection for a bit, we did miss a turn. We missed quite a few turns and it’s having trouble re-routing,” you looked up at Bucky with an apologetically wide-eyed gaze, hoping he wouldn’t get upset about the fact that you were now completely and utterly lost. 

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20-million-bees  asked:

(you should totally write some fatherson spyscout) congratulations on your 500!

(OKAY SECOND STORY!!! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I HAD SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS REQUEST! I FINALLY WENT WITH THIS ONE)

Now on AO3

The days after it was revealed that Spy was Scout’s long-lost dad had been…awkward to say the least. No one really knew how the youngest merc would react. So it was to the surprise of the team (and even more so Spy himself) that Scout had taken the matter in stride. Sure he’d had been quieter than usual, but the days at the RED base went on more or less as normal as possible.

Then the week before Father’s day came around, and Scout began acting stranger than usual. He disappeared after every battle and was caught multiple times sneaking in after most of the team had gone to bed. And what was even stranger than that was the box Miss Pauling had delivered to the base a few days ago, the young merc had snatched the parcel out of her hands before fleeing back to his room.

Any questions the rest of the mercenaries asked had either been brushed off or the subject changed completely. It had been very weird, but whatever Scout was planning didn’t hinder his performance on the battlefield and the matter was soon dropped.

That was until Father’s Day morning, it was 6am and everyone was still asleep enjoying their weekend. Which Spy had planned on as well, before the rapid knocking on his door had woken him from his slumber. With an exaggerated groan he stumbled towards the door, Scout stood on the other side, hand slightly raised in mid-knock and a nervous expression on his face.

“I believe there is a good reason for you waking me up on a Sunday?” he asked, trying his best not to look annoyed.

Scout scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact. It was strange to see the usually cocky mercenary so flustered. “Y-yeah, I know you’d probably rather be asleep right now, so I won’t keep ya long, but you realize what day it is today right?”

“Apart from being one of days where I get to sleep in?”

“It’s Father’s day.”

Spy raised an eyebrow, “And?”

Scout sighed before stepping into the room, behind his back were two clumsily wrapped gifts. “W-well, I know it ain’t much of a big deal where you come from, but round these parts it’s kinda a thing.” He turned around to face his father, giving the older man an awkward smile. “And ya know, I’d end up feeling like a dick if I didn’t get you anything.”

Spy coughed before looking away, “Scout you didn’t have to…”

That trademark smirk was back on the young merc’s face when he noticed Spy’s uncomfortable manner, “Aww, what’s the matter Pops” he knew Spy hated being called that. “You’re not too humble to accept a gift from your own son are ya? Went to a heap of trouble to get em as well, what with all that sneakin around.”

“Oh for the love of…” Spy rolled his eyes, finally piecing it together. “That’s what you’ve been doing all week!?”

“Yeah, well I didn’t want the rest of the guys knowin.” Scout explained, handing one of the presents over to his father, the older man began to unwrap it. “Because well, they woulda made a big deal about it. I only really told Miss Pauling and even then I didn’t tell her much, just to pick up a package from Ma back home.”

Spy gave him a flustered smile, touched by the lengths the young boy had gone to. “Honestly Scout, you really didn’t have to go to the trouble of…Mon dieu!” he gasped.

“Ya like em?” Scout said excitedly looking over at the gift Spy held in his hand. A pair of the ugliest socks he had ever laid eyes on, the bright red fabric nearly blinded the poor man, the dark red and green polka dots strewn across it did little to help either. To put it mildly the socks were horrendous. “I thought that with the weather getting colder, a good pair of socks would be just the thing!”

The look of complete horror on Spy’s face was priceless. “Quoi?”

“Come on Pops, don’t get all quiet on me now! Tell me what ya think?”

Spy stammered holding the tacky things away from him as far as possible. The fake smile he plastered on his face was faltering fast. “I….well” he stuttered. “They seem…very…er”

Scout cut him off with a chuckle, “Spy relax, they’re a joke gift.”

“Oh thank god!” the older man exclaimed throwing the socks aside as fast as he could. “Those were hideous! Where did you even…”

“The general store down in Teufort.” Scout interrupted, proud of himself. “You shoulda seen the look on the owner’s face when I bought em. Priceless!”

Spy chuckled despite himself, “So should I assume that this.” He gestured over to the abandoned article of clothing. “Is the typical gift that people give on father’s day?”

Scout shook his head. “Nah that was just me screwin with you.” He handed over the other poorly wrapped gift. “Here’s the real one, be careful though, it’s kinda delicate”

“If it’s another pair of socks, I swear I’ll…”

Whatever else Spy was going to say fell short when he unwrapped the gift. It was a regular white coffee mug, but on the front of it was a scribble that looked like it was the work of a child. Two figures one big and one small, the baseball cap on the smaller figure was a dead giveaway of who drew it. Above the two figures was something scrawled in a marker that seemed a little smudged but still readable despite the messy handwriting. ‘WORLS BEST DAD’ it said. Spy looked back Scout, speechless.

The younger merc gave him a small smile, “I made it back in preschool.” He explained, “All the other kids were makin em for their dads and I kinda felt left out, so I made one too. I gave it to Ma instead and she said she’d look after it. When I found out you were my dad, I called her up and she reminded me about it, so I thought you know…I could finally give it to you.”

Spy seemed taken aback by the sweet gesture, his fingers traced the letters on the mug admiring the love that had gone into it. “Scout I-I don’t know what to say.”

“I know it ain’t the most ideal present.” Scout sighed, “I don’t even know if you drink coffee or tea. But I just thought, it’d be good if that little boy finally got to give that gift to his dad. Or at least know that he had a dad out there who loved him.” He slapped a hand over his face in embarrassment. “Aww geez, look at me getting all sappy over here, I promised I wouldn’t make such a big deal out of…”

“Scout.” Spy interrupted, he had a warm smile on his face. Something Scout had never seen on the guy before, it was…nice. “It’s perfect, I’ll treasure it.”

The younger boy dipped his head shyly and smiled. “Yeah well, Happy Father’s day, Dad.”

The two stood in a comfortable silence for a few seconds enjoying the moment. Until the younger merc decided to break it.

“So, ya gonna wear those or not?” Scout asked, pointing at the socks.

Spy rolled his eyes again, but the smile didn’t leave his face “Scout…”

“Aww come on! Do you know how hard it was to find the ugliest pair imaginable in Teufort!? It’s harder than it looks they had a lot of freaking ugly socks. The least you could to do is try em on!”

“Scout, there is no way in hell I am wearing those ghastly things.”

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Later in the week, while the team was preparing the battle that day, Scout noticed the blinding red and polka dotted socks on Spy’s feet. Their eyes met for a brief second before an obviously flustered Spy looked away, his face redder than his mask.

Scout didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day. 

Tell Me Goodbye

Alright! The sunshine of my life and my other half of my soul @loveiscosmicsin aka @incandescent-liberator and I have made a collab one-shot fic together!

We were super excited and having worked on this with blood, sweat and tears, we finally managed to deliver you guys this love baby of ours that we have written together.

Before I begin, I wanna give a big shoutout to @ulric-nyx @glaived @ramibriidge @noctisbeauty and @g0dhands for being the biggest LuNyx supports that I know in my direct circle. ( @loveiscosmicsin you most of all my darling!!) Love ya and adore all of y’all, stay awesome!

This is as well for all of you guys in our petit LuNyx fandom out there. Forgive me if I missed you, but everyone of yous are welcome in my kokoro <3

Title: Tell Me Goodbye
Pairing: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret x Nyx Ulric
Rating: NSFW/M./NC-17 (This is pretty much smut folk. Please beware before proceeding. If you do decide to proceed lmao y’all thirsty freaks then note this is mostly PWP and probably the first smut in the fandom. Yay!)
PSA: This work has absolutely no movie spoilers in it, so it’s safe.
PSA: It’ll be published on Ao3 one of these days as well.

This is written as a companion piece to this

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Closer - Part 2  (Peter Parker x Reader)

(GIF IS NOT MINE!) 

A/N: Hi guys! I just wanted to say I am super sorry for the wait and sorry that this isn’t the best, it’s gonna get so much better from here though omg. I’ve been super busy with college and other personal stuff but I have so much more stuff coming it’s so gonna be worth the wait. ALSO! This is based after Civil War, so Peter has had his powers for a while! Just letting you know!!

Warnings: Violence? School Party.

Word Count: 1,421

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You had walked away from Peter and Ned so fast. Quickly running into the house slamming the glass door behind you. The house was full of smoke, people chatting loud over the music. You looked around and everything seemed normal, and then you spotted Abby, but then something caught your eye.

It happened so quickly, at first you didn’t notice it but then you did. Three guys in all black hoodies it clearly over their faces so you couldn’t tell who they were and they were all split up. Then one pulled out a gun,

And then there was a pop of a gun.

Everyone inside the house was screaming, running frantically, the music cut off, another pop, and screaming got louder. You started to get pushed, people running into you and not caring the damage they did.

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percyyoulittleshit  asked:

hey dan! what if you better write about percy's voice chaining? yeah? YEHA? YEAAAAH?

Grover is sprawled across the table holding his side and sucking in shallow breaths as he tries to control his laughter. Percy even has Annabeth laughing as she sits between his legs on the bench. Percy gives himself a satisfied smile. He’s starting to forget about the war and Kronos and get back to normal life. Well normal for a demigod.

Percy figures out his next impression to keep his friends laughing. He starts in on imitating Mr. D and just as he gets to the punch line, as he starts to yell, his voice completely cracks. Percy stops dead in his tracks and stares at Annabeth.

His mom has given him a talk about his body changing and even had Paul talk to him, but this has never been a concern of his. Percy can feel his face turn red and looks away from his brand new girlfriend.

He’s kept his friends laughing. Grover is nearly sobbing and sounds like he might throw up from laughing so hard. Annabeth has gone red in the face from holding in her laughter. Percy bites his cheek and scrunches his brow. He looks back to Annabeth who is sweating with effort to keep a calm face. Effort that looks to be going to waste.

“Come on guys, it’s not thAT-” Again his body betrays him. Percy restrains for letting loose a stream of curses.

Annabeth loses her fight and breaks out into loud, slightly stifled, laughter and leans against his leg. Grover meanwhile rolls off the table and lands hard on the ground. Percy flops back on the table and stares up at the afternoon sky. Unwilling to say anything else since his voice is unreliable.

When their laughter quiets down Percy sits up and looks at both of them. They’re wearing shameful smiles and keep sharing glances to their unspoken inside joke. Percy imagines a summer filled with this and debates iris messaging his mom to come pick him up.

“Sorry, Percy,” Grover says bashfully.

“We didn’t mean to laugh so hard,” Annabeth says while still wearing her grin.

“Well are you guys done cracking up?” Percy says defensively.

“That depends, is your voice?” Grover doesn’t manage to finish the sentence without chuckling a bit.

Percy flops backwards dramatically and lets out another groan. For the third time that day his voice breaks and embarasses him.

Annabeth and Grover break into a new round of laughter and Percy gets up and stomps off to find other people to hang out with.

I’m With You

Heya loves!  My final entry for Fairy Tail Fluff Week!  Can also be found on my fanficiton account here.

Day Seven – Serendipity

Summary:  Sometimes the worst moment of your life, Lucy Heartfilia finds, can lead to the most amazing of discoveries. For Fairy Tail Fluff Week Day 7 - Serendipity. Based on the song “I’m With You” by Avril Lavigne. Modern AU Oneshot. Naluish


I’m standing on a bridge

I’m waiting in the dark

I thought that you’d be here by now


Lucy finally came to a halt from her desperate running on a bridge, panting and steadying herself up against a bus stop station.  The ubiquitous brightness of the city reflected off the murky water, bathing her in a rippling light.  

Her backpack over her hoodie and down, winter coat ached on her shoulders, and she shrugged it off with a thump to the ground.  Lucy had managed to fit in everything she thought she’d need… at least for now.  Just her laptop with all her writing, its charger, two changes of clothes, toiletries, canned food, a filled water bottle, a blanket, an old book of fairy tales her mother used to read her, and the little keychains that her mother used to collect.  The money Lucy had earned herself that she’d just withdrawn was shoved in a wallet and down the front of her shirt to avoid thievery.  

In the back of her mind, she knew, she’d been planning this for a long time.

She hugged herself tightly, still too much in shock of what she’d just done to think.  Lucy had actually done it.  Actually run away.  After all the years of oppression and neglect of her father, she’d finally had the guts to leave.

In the back of her mind, she knew, there was that one, hopeful, weak part that was hoping her dad would follow her.  But if he had, he would be here by now.

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A dumb thing I wrote in five minutes based on that one gifset

[[A beautiful fanfic I found in my submit box from goingbadly, I love it so much. The gifset in question is BasherMoriarty’s and can be found here: http://bashermoriarty.tumblr.com/post/88976858505/say-that-again-say-that-again-and-know-that-if]]

Irene Adler’s peep-toe pumps are a clean line of black against the perfect creamy white of her skin as she clicks into the room and takes a seat across from Sebastian. She crosses her legs at the knee and leans over them, eyes bright and interested.

Well,“ she says, after a moment of silence, “I certainly never thought to see you here darling.” Sebastian can feel her eyes flick over his face like a physical thing, searching for the smallest hint of a weakness. He grits his teeth, keeping his face carefully blank. Seb’s got a hell of a poker face; he’s not surprised when she sighs in disappointment, unable to find anything useful in his expression.

 But she knows him well enough to kick him where it hurts. “Pushed you out of bed already, has he?” she asks. Her eyebrows arch; delicate, feminine, flawless. If that isn’t Irene Adler in a nutshell, Seb doesn’t know what is. As she leans back, the silk hem of her dress rides up on her thighs.  Under any other circumstances, the sight of Adler like this – toying with her pearls, thighs nearly bare, eyes alight and fascinated – Sebastian’s mouth would be dry. Hell, it should be dry now. He’s come to hire her, after all.

Too bad she’s nearly the exact opposite of what he wants.

“Moriarty and I were never in bed at all,” he tells her. By some miracle, his voice stays steady. Sebastian half expects it to break; under the weight of all those nights, the ache in his chest, the searing heat that flashes under his skin like an electric shock anytime Moriarty touches him. He shifts on Irene Adler’s couch, and looks away, knowing he’s given her too much ammunition already. Seb’s got experience working with sadistic geniuses.

“Oh,” she says, softly. “Look at you, Moran. You poor, poor man.” Her fingers tap thoughtfully against the bone of her jaw, nails stark red against her cream skin.

“Well?” Sebastian snaps, “Can I procure your services or not.” He can’t help the question becoming a sneer, but he’s not sure if he’s mocking himself or Adler.

After all, it’s pathetic. Wanting his boss so bad he has to hire a dominatrix, just so he can shut his eyes and pretend it’s Jim…

“Give me a moment.” As Adler deliberates, she looks downwards so the thick fringe of her lashes hides her eyes. Sebastian can’t quite tell what she’s thinking. He swallows thickly. The palms of his hands feel sweaty, and he wipes them surreptitiously on the stiff black trousers Jim’d insisted on buying him.

 -Can’t work for me without a proper wardrobe, pet –

Seb’d tried hard not to suggest Jim take the trousers off once he’d put them on.

“Yes,” Irene says abruptly, after a moment, “Yes, I think I will take you.” She sways to her feet, graceful in her sky-high heels. Sebastian isn’t sure whether or not he should stand – then she steps forward, leaning over him, and it becomes a moot question. She’s not Jim – not even fucking close – but no one is. And there’s enough of it there. The dark eyes, the insane eyelashes. The whisper of power and dominance that snakes around her hips. She reaches down, running one finger down his jaw and under his chin. The delicate contact is like acid dripping over Sebastian’s skin. A shock runs down his spine, and when she tilts his chin up, Sebastian doesn’t even think about resisting.

He looks up at her. She smiles, crimson lips curving around her white teeth, until he can see the point of her canines like fangs. “Into the other room, now,” her voice is soft, almost gentle. Not at all what Sebastian was expecting.

“Aren’t you going to order me to?” he blurts, unable to help himself.

“Orders are for officers,” Alder says, tilting her head to look at him chidingly. The pressure under his chin increases, just a fraction. As Seb’s head tilts up higher, he can feel the tension pull at the tendons in his neck. His breath catches. “Do you think he would order you, Moran? No. No. I’m not going to bark at you like your bootcamp instructor, and neither would he.

Sebastian shudders. He can’t help it. Neither would he… He wouldn’t, would he? It would be too obvious – too mundane, for changeable Jim –

“No,” Adler continues, softly, leaning down until her words are a breath against Sebastian’s lips, “I don’t have too, Sebastian. I’m just going to tell you, because we both know you’ll do what I say.” Sebastian shuts his eyes. He’s not sure if what washes over him is relief or self-hatred. He leans into her touch as she draws away, chasing the contact. And she’s right. When she lets go, he stands and walks into the other room, without trying to push.

Which is probably why he misses her dialing the phone.

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Adler’s got Sebastian’s wrists bound above his head with thin black ribbons as her crop drags over his skin. He could pull through the fabric in a heartbeat; but that’s sort of the point. If it breaks – and it might; Seb can feel it threaten to, every time his body goes tense with the pain of impact – she’s got a fucking iron poker heating on the fire.

He doesn’t think she’ll use it. Not really. Not her style. But it’s the sort of threat Jim would use, and oh, fuck, doesn’t that make Sebastian’s head go white and dizzy. He’s clinging to his sanity with the last of his fingernails. It seems like she’s teasing – drawing it out and waiting for something. Sebastian can’t tell how long he’s been here, naked, with Adler milking every inch of his skin with agony until his nerves sing.

He almost doesn’t hear the door open. But that voice, that voice – nothing can make Sebastian ignore that. Hell, Seb could be dead for three days and Jim could say, Tiger, and he’d probably still get up.

“Now what,” comes the low Irish purr, “Do you think you’re doing?” Sebastian wants to open his eyes and look at Jim, but he can’t quite move. His brain doesn’t seem to want to fit back into his skull. Someone’s making helpless, whining sounds like hitching moans, and Sebastian has the disturbing idea that it might be him.

“Proving a point,” Adler says lightly, standing. Seb can tell from the click of her heels against the hardwood floor as she steps away from the bed. “I hear you’ve been rejecting the poor thing. Thought I’d like to try him…”

“You should know by now, Adler,” Jim hisses, “Not to play with my toys.” There’s a popping sound as he stretches his neck to the side.

“Dear, dear, Jim… Did you want him after all?”

Sebastian finally manages to force his eyes open. Jim’s standing in the doorway; looking completely cool and collected, except for the way his face has gone white. He’s pale enough to look like a corpse, except for the thin slash of his lips – bright red, pressed tight together. Anyone else might miss it; but Sebastian knows that expression. Knows the monstrous calm that sits in Jim’s eyes, just before he hands Sebastian a room full of corpses and says clean this up.

Seb’s heart nearly stops in fear when Jim hisses, “Adler, if you like all your limbs where they are, I suggest you get out.

She doesn’t quite flee. It’s more of a strategic retreat. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear – the only sign of her exertions – and steps very neatly past Jim out the door. Her spine is stiff as she passes him, like she half expects Jim to turn and rip her throat out with his teeth.

Hell, Seb half expects that.

He licks his lips nervously. “Boss…” he starts, unsure what he’s going to say.

Jim solves it for him, as always. “Shut up,” he snaps. “And don’t move.” Sebastian knows he’s in trouble, then. As Jim stalks over to the side of the bed his heart leaps into his throat, struggling to get past his teeth and escape. Sebastian can hear the pounding rush of blood in his head. He doesn’t dare tense; doesn’t dare pull at the fragile ribbons. Unlike Adler, Jim would take up the poker.

When Jim leans over him Sebastian stops breathing – waiting for the snap, waiting for Jim to dig his fingers into Sebastian’s eyes or a knife into Sebastian’s throat or a razor into his –

Thinking only of pain, Sebastian is understandably surprised when he feels Jim’s warm, slightly chapped lips seal over his. Changeable Jim.

The ribbons snap. And Sebastian clutches his Jim into a desperate, aching kiss.

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P.S. I think the gifset belongs to bashermoriarty?

halfdemoncali  asked:

imagine natsu's fairy tail mark disappearing in flame and uncovering the tartaros one beneath (assuming the marks didn't disappear with the guild's disbandment)

Title: paint it black

Rating: T

Summary: Her Natsu—the one she’d come to know and love and cherish—was gone. Natsu Dragneel…was no more.

Word count: 1,304

Warnings: e.n.d. natsu, angst, otp heartbreak, angst

How dare you, halfdemoncali. How dare you do this to me. ಥ_ಥ

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The Cooking Habit

A massive happy birthday to @magicalpostface. Shower her with love people. This is for you poppet x

She does this thing…

Cooking was never high on the list of qualities I envisioned a wife having. Cristina was a prime example of this- I remember she cooked me eggs one morning with her left hand to build her dexterity and I was still struggling with the shell particles in my throat at lunchtime. That was the one and only time she cooked me breakfast.

Cristina was a lost cause in the kitchen. Amelia however… I went from can’t cook to won’t cook. Amelia is more than capable of whipping up a dish or two, she just finds the entire thing tedious and boring.

The first thing she can cook is waffles. I discovered this the first time she stayed at the trailer. I had woken up early, some tweeting birds outside my window reminding me that there was something to wake up to. A vision. Amelia Shepherd was lying on her front, her back exposed, her hands and face hugging the pillow and her stillness making me wonder whether she was even still breathing.

I stared, transfixed for about twenty minutes, memorising every detail. Eventually I frowned and just checked… I placed my fingertips to her pulse point and felt the strong beats. She stirred. She lightly opened her eyes and smiled as soon as she saw me. It was a smile that will be etched in my mind forever, even if I develop dementia and forget my own name.

A few kisses, a snuggle, a joke and a playful conversation about us finally getting some peace and quiet later, she said she was going to make us waffles. Waffles?! I didn’t peg her as the waffle-making type but she stood up and casually threw my t-shirt over her head without asking and rifled through the cupboards.

I asked her if she enjoyed cooking and she said she only ever makes waffles. That was her one thing. Her dish. I joked that you could never have enough waffles in life and I remember the blush that had taken to her cheeks.

Her waffles are nearly as good as her skills in the bedroom… nearly.

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Bertholdt gave a started jump when someone burst into the bathroom. As he turned around and saw it was Annie, he nearly had a heart attack. He was glad the bath was filled to the brim with bubbles. He couldn’t imagine anything worse than Annie accidentally seeing his shame. “Annie!” He shouted, sinking into the bubbles to hide his face which had gone completely red. 

A Heartbreak for One

Forever was only just a word.

It was just a word thrown about without any deeper meaning, only used when they wanted to show some sort of affection to their significant other whom they would lose interest in sooner or later.

You were naïve.

Just a young girl who was exposed to the wild ways of the world a moment to early and allowed the wind to sweep her off her feet without any hesitation. You thought he meant forever when he whispered it in your ear - or perhaps it was to the darkness that separated the both of you - in the middle of the night as the both of you were moulded together perfectly. You thought he meant forever when he yelled at the top of the hill - or perhaps he was just screaming to the spaces between his dream and his reality - before spinning you around, his laughter filling your ears.

Forever was only a word used to trick people into thinking that they really were loved.

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“Luke?”

The broad-shouldered man with the gorgeous brunette holding onto his arm turns around, and ohmygod it’s him it’s him it’s him. His scruff that you loved so much was gone and his hair was shorter and maybe he looked a lot more manlier than before but it’s most definitely him.

“Hey! I didn’t expect to run into you here!” He smiles, and awkward silence fills the air. You shift your weight between your feet, your shoes suddenly looking much more interesting than usual.

Luke bites his lip - what is he supposed to say to his ex-girlfriend? - and his girlfriend elbows his side.

“Well?” She hisses, “aren’t you going to introduce me to her?”

As if the silence wasn’t awkward enough, introductions and polite “nice to meet you”s were exchanged. You smile weakly as you look at the beautiful girl who is blessed to be able to hold Luke’s hand and realise that you simply weren’t enough for someone like him.

You take a step a back, your movements stiff and forced. “I, uh, I gotta go. I’m sure the both of you made plans as well and I honestly don’t want to intrude.” Heat rushes to your cheeks when you slip, and you think you’re about to make a fool of yourself when soaking yourself in muddy water left from the rain earlier but steady, strong arms don’t hesitate to catch you.

There’s the familiar scent of cologne and you look up to see Luke, worried etched onto his features.

“You’re still as much of a klutz like before,” he chuckles, holding you steady. You hold his gaze for a moment longer before jerking your arm away from him. You couldn’t fall for him again, especially when he’s in a relationship.

“Right, I really have to go now and it’s uh, great to catch up with your again,” you stammer, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I’ll see you around, I guess?”

You’re gone before he can even say goodbye.

No. I can’t… He has a girlfriend now.

You quicken your pace, the muddy water sloshing at your feet. You’re absolutely sure that your face is completely red, not only from the nearly embarrassing moment, but also the close proximity between you and Luke earlier.

Forever was only a word. There was no way you could ever get him back.


inspired by the slight heartache[okay maybe it more than just an aching feeling but still] that i felt yesterday. do you guys want a part two?

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