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Papyrus

Whew!! Spooky scary skelly #1 is done!! Didn’t mean to give him so many cracks…he’s a gentle soon to be Royal Guard. Also, just to clarify, I’d like to imagine that he manifests his bone attacks with Spaghetti, just for lols. If you didn’t already know that Papyrus practically adores Spaghetti, than…that actually kinda looks gross, but we all know what that is right? RIGHT?! Gotta say, I was not planning to do Papyrus for one, my fear of hoomins, and two, he doesn’t come natural for me to draw…at ALL. But y'know what? He actually ended being my favorite UT character to draw so far, so woot for Papy! ;P

Now here, normally I would say…there’s only one other spooky scary skelly left to do, the main attraction and Memelord himself, Sans…right…? Well, actually, I have one more to do before we get to Sansy boy (Yea I’m draggin him out for the long haul…trust me, I’m itchin’ to get to him as much as you guys probly wanna c him…!), and he’s the rockstar of the Underground. Yup, the robit I swore I would never do, it’s MTT!! Although…there’s a bit of surprise with him, cuz of course, Crystal Kitty can’t draw hoomins (working on that btw)!? So, let’s just say that she got a little help from someone on the pic. So I’m not spoiling who…but yes, the next pic for MTT is gonna be a COLLAB!! AAAAHHH!!! XD

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City of Love

Pairing: EXO Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,433

A/N bon anniversaire à mon français anon! I hope you have a wonderful day and that this scenario is okay 😊


Watching Baekhyun experience Paris was like watching a child unbox the gift he’d always waited for. You loved the way his eyes lit up, sparkling as he marvelled at the historical buildings. His lips would spread into a beautiful smile as he’d point and laugh at even the simplest things. Baekhyun’s awe was mirrored in you. Instead of admiring the city as he did, you admired him. You studied the lust in his eyes and couldn’t escape the feeling of love almost hurting your chest throughout the day. Not that you wanted to. Anyone would think it was his birthday, as if you’d treated him to today.

While in fact it was yours. You’d both agreed on a trip to Paris, the famous city of love. Baekhyun had treated you to a posh 5 star hotel. You had a large room with a four-poster bed; an en-suite and a balcony overlooking the city. You entered the bedroom; it was almost 7 o’clock. You took refuge on the large bed and let out a long sigh.

You briefly recounted the day. You’d twisted through cobbled streets with your fingers entwined, like the vines that snaked up the walls of the buildings leaning down and smiling at you. He’d bought you an ice cream, dotting the vanilla ice on your nose. There was also a pile of shopping gifts sitting by the door to your hotel which had made you feel incredibly guilty, but Baekhyun had insisted that today was your day and you deserved it. Your eyes fell on the A3 sketch propped up against the wall. It was a drawing of Baekhyun and yourself. He was smiling with his eyes almost fully closed while your cheek was pressed against his. After spotting a rugged artist wandering the streets, Baekhyun had tugged on your sleeve and pulled you over the cobbles. The artist had sketched the two of you together, and you could clearly see the budding love he’d captured in each line.

“Thank you so much for today. It was beyond perfect.” You smiled. Baekhyun looked at you fondly, taking off his shoes.

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Prelude: If there’s nothing else you’d like to add, I’ll turn you loose and you can enjoy the rest of your afternoon until the others get back from karaoke.

Violet: Well, actually, there was one more thing–

Prelude: …I’ll be honest, didn’t see that one coming.

Violet: Like I said, I like to keep people guessing.

Prelude: …Violet Eden, everybody.

I will call out your name| NicolexAU

What would you do if you found a phone, a phone where only one number was saved. The number belonged to someone who would listen to your life, your complaints, your worries, your fantasies, without one judgement. They would only help, and in return, you do the same to them. What would you do? 

For Alex Benedetto, that question comes into her life far sooner than she had ever imagined. 

Will be marked as M for mature, in later chapters will be scenes of a sexual and violent nature. Will tag appropriately.
@nicolas-benedetto @mikakuruyame @sugar-blind @cutewolfx @haatake @maddieland-senpai @blackmagie

Song Alex sings: HERE
Alex’s phone is a Samsung Instinct. 
Nicolas’s phone is a Blackberry Bold 2008 model. 


Chapter One.

Whoever finds this phone will have the advantage to make a friend. A friend who will never reveal themselves to you. You can ask them anything but their name and age and where they live. And please, do not use your name, age or location either. This person also needs a friend, as now I do not belong on this earth. I am a vessel, and now I am to completely disappear. Make him happy. Please. - V.

The first thought to run through her mind was that this was a complete and utter joke. A sick and twisted joke that had gone too far. It was a logical solution to a situation such and this. Simply finding a phone in the vents of the bathroom after a puff of dust blew from it on your head, and you had gone to investigate the sudden air shift was absurd to begin with. And yet, here she was. Holding a phone that was easily eight years old and a well kept charger in one hand.

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remember when I mentioned that I had felt a little voice telling me to leave? well this was actually more than one voice and gut feeling. in the 3 days I was at that school I kept hearing random people popping up with words such as “it’s never too late to find a different path” and also “sometimes we’re called to do things, sometimes we’re not” and I had felt so… down and empty and I had absolutely no motivation there. it was the first time I felt so wrong and misplaced and I knew something had to change, but I wasn’t certain. but then, I went on twitter and saw that someone had translated something johnny said on nctnightnight.

 “for me, it’s simple. be happy. at the end, i think i ask myself ‘am i happy now? then following the answer, whether i’m happy or not, i decide how i want to live on the next day” trans.

and that really helped me make the decision final. I’m really thankful for encouraging words and it was really nice that some of it came from someone I respect so much. if you’re not happy… fix it…

Ned: Hey, Mom. Did you save Dad’s love letters?
Sansa: Of course I saved them. Well actually, there’s only one. It’s more of a love postcard from some tavern he visited.
Sandor: Maybe it’s the wine talking, Sansa, but you’ve got a butt that won’t quit. They got those big chewy pretzels here (undecipherable slurring) five dragons??!!!? get outta here…
Ned: Wow, a side of Dad I’ve never seen.

Personal Vendetta

your best friend wants you to meet his girlfriend aka you’re not too sure about nathan’s choice

word count: 2,877

You cracked your knuckles; your nerves starting to get the best of you and needing to find a way to best occupy your time. Your best friend Nathan was finally home after a few weeks away for swim meets and he mentioned how he had something to tell you. Normally, Nathan would just tell you, but his vague description of having something to share with you almost had you shaking in your boots.

After going over and over in your mind what it could possibly be, you only came to one conclusion. Well, actually multiple conclusions but this one seemed more likely than Nathan breaking bones (you would have heard about it) or contracting a rare disease (also would have heard about that).  You felt that the only thing that could be this serious that Nathan has to tell you in person is that he would reveal feelings for you.

It made sense, when the two of you first became friends it was clear that Nathan had some sort of little crush or more than friends liking to you. You had just gotten out of a serious relationship, and you weren’t looking for a romantic relationship, you were looking for a strong bond with someone who could be a good friend. You and Nathan had never talked explicitly about his feelings, because you felt as though it didn’t matter at the time. It wasn’t weird or awkward that you didn’t feel the same; everything was fine so you didn’t bring it up. You and Nathan had a strong bond; your friendship above all was the one thing in your life you knew you could always count on. Therefore, the feelings thing kind of went into the back of your mind, but as soon as Nathan said he had something to tell you it all came up again.

When he told you, you weren’t exactly sure on how you were going to react. You would be lying if you said after all these years you hadn’t developed some sort of romantic feelings for Nathan, but you had doubts about how well you two would work in a real relationship. Besides the point that most people around you had always thought you were in a romantic relationship, you didn’t want there to be a remote risk of things falling apart.

There was one part of this whole thing that stumped you. When you had called Nathan earlier in the week to ask him what time his plane landed he had told you that he didn’t need you to pick him up. You had always picked up your best friend in the past, so what was different about this time? He instead asked you to meet him for coffee, which seemed like something friends who haven’t talked in 7 months would do, not you and Nathan.

You hear the bell on the door jingle and look up to find Nathan searching the coffee shop for you. Waving your hand up he sees you and heads over to your table. You stand up, ready to give him a big hug but he sits down immediately.  Furrowing your eyebrows you follow suit.

“Have you ordered yet?” Nathan asks you. Although you want to hit him for not hugging you and even saying “hi”, you refrain, “I was waiting for you.”

“Cool. I’ll order for us. Is it still the same?” He asks and you nod with a bit of a frown.

As he goes to order you wonder what exactly it was going on with Nathan. He actually asked if your order was the same. The two of you had been coming here for years and you always got the same thing, why would it suddenly change? He wasn’t acting too frazzled or nervous, it just seemed like he meant business about something. If he was about to reveal feelings for you it sure seemed like he wanted to get right to it.

Nathan returns to the table with both of your drinks and what you assumed was your usual slice of cake to share. Considering how your interaction was going so far you couldn’t be too sure if he’d follow tradition.

“So you’re probably wondering why I brought you here today.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head at him, “Nathan why are you talking like we’re trying to close a deal?”

He laughs a bit, but you still get a strange feeling, “Sorry about that.”

“You’re being kind of weird. When you got here you actually had to look for me, we always sit in the exact same place.”

Nathan taps his fingers on the table a couple of times and takes a sip of his drink, “You’re right… I just have some news and I’m not really sure how to tell you because your opinion means a lot to me.” You don’t say anything hoping he’ll take the silence as a signal to go on and share his news.

“You know Annie?”

Searching the back of your mind you tried to remember exactly who Annie was. The only thing you could up with was the Annie that was the daughter of one of Nathan’s many coaches. You had never met her, but you heard Nathan mention her once, maybe twice. You shrug your shoulders in response, “Not really, but sort of?”

“Well, her and I have been hanging out for the last couple of months, actually she was the one that came to pick me up at the airport and-” He continues but you stop listening. He had this random girl come pick him up from the airport? Was this girl trying to replace you as best friend? It probably shouldn’t have bothered you too much, but it did. You couldn’t help but feel hurt that Nathan hadn’t said anything if they had been “hanging out for the last couple of months.”

“So I want you to meet her tonight.”

You tune back in to Nathan who had apparently not stopped talking the entire time, you missed most of his story of him and Annie but all you gathered was he wanted you to meet this girl who was trying to steal your best friend.

“Meet her? Why?” You ask.

He looks at you in confusion and smiles a bit as if he thinks you being clueless is funny, “Because I want you to meet my girlfriend.” The word rings in your ear for a moment. Girlfriend.

Your Nathan had a girlfriend.

She wasn’t trying to replace you as his best friend; she was trying to get rid of you permanently, that much was clear. Most girls had a problem with a guy having a girl as his best friend; it wouldn’t be surprising for her to feel the same.

“Right…” You mumble, mostly to yourself.

“And you’ll come over? Tonight?” Nathan asks and you find yourself saying yes.

In all the time you had known Nathan you had never thought of him getting a girlfriend or dating. He had gone on a few dates in the past, but they were all terrible and both of you would laugh about them afterwards. All you saw when it came to you and Nathan was the two of you, no girlfriends and even no boyfriends for yourself. You had never thought that those were options.

“Okay well then I guess I’ll see you at 7,” Nathan smiles, excited about you meeting his girlfriend. You found it hard to even say the word.

With one final nod from you, Nathan heads out of the coffee shop with a wave leaving you with a sour feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Checking your phone at the time you see that you’ve arrived a little past 7. Since leaving the coffee shop you had had a lot of time to think about the whole Nathan girlfriend ordeal.

On a typical day of Nathan returning home after weeks on the road you would pick him up, immediately go to your favorite pizza place in town and spend the rest of the night watching movies. This girl was ruining tradition, everything you had with Nathan and she had only been with him for a short time. You knew your opinion of Annie was important to Nathan and you walking into this it didn’t seem like she had a very good chance.

Knocking on the door of Nathan’s apartment your met with whom you can only assume to be Annie. Tall, blonde and a little too much eye make up, but nonetheless you couldn’t deny that she was attractive.

Her face lights up, “Oh my god hi! It’s you!” You feel yourself being pulled into an unwanted hug. You’re not sure what to say because due to your greeting it seemed as though she knew more about you then you knew about her. Annie lets go of you and gives you another smile. She was creepily perky. “Come on in Nate’s just inside.”

Nate? And she has the nerve to invent you into the apartment as if she lives there and you’re just a visitor. You spent so much time at Nathan’s that practically half the things you own were there. Walking inside you take off your coat to find Nathan in the kitchen preheating the oven. “Hey kid, need any help?”

Nathan laughs and shakes his head, “No I’m fine. Why don’t you and Annie just go to the living room?” You blink a couple of times, “You mean alone? Without you?”

He looks at you as though you’re crazy and you take that as your sign of yes. You head into the living room, take a seat on the couch, and Annie joins you.

“Sorry about that, I just had to go into the bathroom and check my makeup, you know how that is.” She lets out a laugh as if you’re both in on this huge joke.  

You give her a tight smile, “Sure.” There’s a silence between the two of you and you feel as though you have to say something for Nathan’s sake, “So Annie, what do you do?”

“I work in HR at a startup in Los Gatos.” Squinting your eyes you ask her about the large distance between Los Gatos and Berkeley. “Oh yeah, but I’m home for most weekends.”

“Do you and Nathan get to see each other that often then?” You press.

“Nate and I make the most of the time I’m up here. I’m hoping for a more permanent position in Berkeley, my family’s here after all… and Nate.” You have to stop yourself from snorting, “Right… Nate.

There’s more silence and you make a plea with yourself that you’re not going to ask any more questions. It takes two to tango after all; she should want to get to know you too. Not that you actually wanted to get to know her.

“Dinner’s ready.” Nathan says coming into the room.

The only thing you can think is how thankful you are to God that you don’t have to sit alone with Annie anymore.

“Great.”

After dinner you find yourself picking up the dishes and bringing them to Nathan’s sink. Annie had to leave promptly after dinner to get back to Los Gatos for work seeing as tomorrow was Monday, “She’d usually be gone by now, but she just really wanted to meet you,” Nathan had told you.

Over dinner you found the small talk between the three of you feeling forced and not the usual comfort you had when discussing things with Nathan. In fact, the Nathan that was sitting at the table felt a lot like the strange, unfamiliar Nathan you had encountered in the coffee shop earlier that day.

“Be honest, what did you think? Isn’t she great?” Nathan asks, beginning to rinse the plates off. “Well if you want me to be honest in answering the first question, I don’t think you’ll like my answer for the second one,” you reply.

He stops rinsing and looks at you, “You really didn’t like her?”

You wanted nothing more then to lie to Nathan, because that was the only way you’d get him the answer he wanted. Lying to Nathan however was something you didn’t do.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t really think she’s good for you.” For us, for our friendship.

Nathan had a frown on his face, something that you weren’t typically accustomed to seeing. You knew your disapproval hurt him, but you just thought Annie wasn’t the person for Nathan.

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

He wipes his hand on the dishtowel, “Yeah fine. You’re entitled to your opinion, but it’s not going to affect Annie and I, just so you know. I don’t know why you had some personal vendetta against Annie the moment you walked in here, but it wasn’t fair.”

You twisted your face up into confusion, “Personal vendetta? I didn’t have a personal vendetta against her.”

“Oh come on y/n. I could tell as soon as you walked in that you didn’t like her, and you didn’t even know her. You still don’t know her.” Nathan raising his voice at you begins to scare you; it’s something that’s never happened before. Where was your sweet, kind and comforting best friend?

“I know her enough to know that she’s not good enough for you.”

“Well who is?” He asks.

You feel your stomach drop, there are words that want to come out but your brain hasn’t processed your feelings yet. He was right, you did have a personal vendetta against Annie as soon as you walked in, and you were starting to have a hunch as to why.

“I don’t know…” You mutter to him, looking away. The thing he says next stops your heart altogether, “I’m going to ask her to move in with me.”

“What?” You take a step back feeling all kinds of abandonment.

“I have a friend who works at a tech company here in Berkeley that’s looking for a new head of HR. I was going to tell her tomorrow night at dinner about the job and ask her to move in with me.”    

You rubbed your eyes wanting to scream at him. You couldn’t understand what Nathan was thinking. For the first time ever you felt as though you didn’t know your best friend.

“Isn’t this moving a little too fast?” You ask him.

He avoids eye contact with you, clearly trying to ignore your opinion, “Not for me.”

The way he says it feels as though it’s a dig at you in some kind of way, as if he’s trying to punish you for something you did in the past. You suddenly feel powerless. “I should go.”

He doesn’t say anything. Nodding once, you grab your coat and leave the house.

Getting in the car you sit with your head against the steering wheel for a moment confused. Maybe you should have been more open to Annie. If Nathan was this willing to jump into things with her so quickly, maybe there’s more to her then your originally thought. However you just couldn’t move past a certain dislike for her. Besides the thought that she was going to displace your friendship with Nathan, you didn’t understand why you were having such a hard time with this.

With other girls Nathan had dated in the past you didn’t feel this kind of backlash because you knew they were never going to go anywhere. But now, you felt this sense of ownership that Nathan was yours and you didn’t want to share him with anyone.

Your eyes widened, “fuck.”

Opening your car door you head back to Nathan’s apartment and knock on the door. He answers the door quickly and as soon as he sees you he has a straight face, “What?”

You can’t stop yourself, you’ve finally understood why you were acting the way you were. Leaning forward quickly you place your lips to his. He doesn’t move as if he’s stunned that this is happening, but to be honest you would be stunned too if this had happened just twenty minutes earlier.

It takes a bit but he moves against your lips and wraps his arms around your waist. You both fit together so well, like a puzzle piece and you wonder why the two of you hadn’t done this before. Probably because you were so blind about your feelings, but you shove that thought aside.

Breaking apart from him, you place your hands at the back of his neck, “Nathan don’t move in with her. You can’t.”

“Is that the reason why you…” He starts but soon drifts off.

You shake your head, “No. Well I mean, sort of. It took a lot to understand this,” you say motioning between the two of you, “I think I was just pushing it under the rug this entire time, because I was afraid. Afraid that something like this would happen, and we’d lose each other in the process.”

“I would never let that happen to us.”

You kiss him one more time and he sighs, “you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this.”

Giggling, you take his hand in yours. Thankful you finally realized how much you wanted it too.

Stay Awake

Characters: Dean x Reader

Words: 1244

Request from anon:  “Dean x reader, Dean has a young child and hires a babysitter/nanny (reader) for when they go on hunts, they fall in love. He realizes he has feelings for her when he secretly catches her rocking his child to sleep singing him a song? Hope I’m not too late!”

Link to Stay Awake from Mary Poppins here.

Here we go! I have been having problems writing lately, and I know I need to get started on requests, so here if the first of more this week! I am planning on a second part, so look for that soon. Meanwhile, enjoy!

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The Princess and the Mighty Dragon

Fairy Tail fanfic based off of fairy-mage ’s art: 

(Slight Rapunzel Fractured Fairy Tale)

   In a land far far away, lies the Kingdom of Fiore, a small peaceful nation of 17 million and a place filled with mysteries. All kinds of people of different ages lived peacefully in the country, under their king’s rule. King Jude Heartfilia was in charge of the country, and he took charge of it with strong dedication and peace.

   However when it came to his daughter, he wasn’t as caring. Princess Lucy was his 17 year old daughter he had with his late wife, Layla Heartfilia. He solemnly kept the princess hidden in a tower due to the fact that she looked very similar to his diseased wife. He couldn’t bare looking at her without remembering Layla’s face. And so he kept Lucy hidden in a tower, with only the intention to marry her off to a prince to continue the line of royalty.

   Lucy had lived in the depressing tower, for 10 long years. That was also how long it has been since she’s seen her father. She’d receive meals from a servant three times a day. There was a restroom attached to her room, so that part was luckily taken care off. The only entertainment she had was the library her father unwillingly allowed her to have. The contents in each book were the only source she had connected to the outside, minus occasionally seeing the food servant.

   Well, there actually was one more thing that connected her to the real world, and that was the window she had in her tower. Sometimes, she’d spend hours gazing outside imagining if what occurred in stories she’s read were true, and even coming up with fantasies.

   One day, the princess was gazing out the window doing the very exact thing. She watched the wind rustle through the tree branches and imagined fairies dancing through them chasing each other.

   "If only I’d be able to dance with them..“ The blonde sighed, leaning against the window sill.

   Lucy gently eased away from the window to walk around the room. Naturally, she had to pick up her long hair to prevent it from dragging behind her.

  Due to the fact of her being held in the tower, she hadn’t received a haircut in a decade. Her golden locks touched the ground behind and always slowly followed her if she walked. She gradually scooped her hair all up and held it in her arms.

  "If only this stupid tower was smaller, then I’d probably be able to even use my hair to escape.” The princess spoke as she waltzed to her bed and plopped down on it.

  A soft door click was suddenly heard, causing her to tilt her head to view the guest. An orange haired man walked in, glancing at the girl. His arms held a silver platter filled with a sandwich, bowl of fruit, and a kettle of tea with a matching teacup.

  “Now why would you want to escape, Princess? You’d be leaving all of us behind.” The man spoke setting the tray upon her vanity.

  Lucy looked up at him. “Oh you know what I mean, Loke.” She gracefully moved her pink gown out of the way, so he could sit beside her on the bed.

  “You know your father is doing this for your safety, Princess.” Loke spoke to her, gently smiling.

  “Safe from what? Socializing?”

  “Princess…..”

  “Yah, yah I know what your going to say.” The blonde said sitting up.

  “Okay then, since you know what I’m going to say then, I’ll go ahead and let you go so you can eat.” The man smirked at her, as he stood up and left towards the door.

  “Take care, Princess.”

  “I’ll try. Thanks Loke, see you tonight at dinner.”

  With that said, he slipped out the door and went down the steps to the big iron gate at the bottom of the building. However that gate could only open for him. After he left through it, all 99 locks locked behind him, leaving the princess secure in the tower.

  Lucy simply grabbed the platter and situated it in front of her. She eventually began tearing off small pieces of her small sandwich and plopped them into her mouth.

  She always received balanced meals that were fresh and delicious. The teen would always fuss about the fact that she could be supplied with nutritious food and fancy gowns, but she wasn’t even allowed to see her own father nor get a decent haircut.

  “Is that turkey and cheese?” A voice called out in the distance.

  “Yes, and it’s actually pretty good.” The princess said, chewing the rest of her bite.

  Suddenly she realized an actual person had spoke to her, and not only that, but she was obviously the only one who lived in the tower.

  Her eyes immediately darted around the room to see who spoke. Upon seeing nobody, she sighed in relief.

  “I must be imagining things…” She sighed in relief, continuing to eat her food.

  “Can I have some?” The mystery voice spoke again. This time Lucy instantly looked up.

  There, right in front of her stood someone looking down at her. Actually, she wasn’t even sure if he could be considered a person.

  The “thing” looked sort of like a boy, but from the waist down he clearly didn’t. He had a normal face that held an adorable smirk and onyx-green eyes. His body was tan and very human-like, but his legs were the real problem.

  Instead of human legs, he had dragon-like ones that were made out of shiny red scales. The texture looked rough, yet smooth. Not only were his legs full of scales, but he also supported a similar lizard tail. Not to mention his wings that sprouted from his back were the same exact texture.

  “Who are you?” Lucy gasped.

  “Oh, my name is Natsu Dragneel, the dragon.” He spoke to her, grinning like an idiot. Now Lucy had obviously read stories about dragons. They were supposedly mythical creatures who captured princess, which usually resulted in princes having to slay them in order to save the woman.

  “W-what!?” She stuttered.

  “Yah, now do you think I can have some of your sandwich?” He asked calmly.

  Lucy was just absolutely stunned by the boy. How could he be so calm? He practically barged in her room, announced he’s a dragon, and now he wants her lunch?

  In response, she reluctantly laid the bread on the tray and pushed it gently towards him. Natsu grabbed it, and swallowed it down.

  “Thanks for the meal.” He spoke, after burping. The princess continued staring at him with wide eyes. “Why are you here?” She inquired, in attempt to sound brave.

  “Oh, I’d heard about a princess being held in a tower for 10 years and I wanted to see if it was true.”

  “Yes, it’s true…” The teen girl spoke.

  “Oh, cool! So has it been fun?” The dragon exclaimed excitedly.

 "No, it’s horrible. I don’t get to see anyone, but the food servant, who happens to be my only friend. I’m not even aware of any family members I may or may not have.“ Natsu gently tilted his head in confusion at her comment. He slowly pondered about the girl’s predicament.

  "Why don’t you just leave then?” He finally asked.

  “If I could, I would have already. I hate it here….” Lucy sighed, no longer shocked due to the dragon.

  “Then you can come with me, and we can go on adventures together!” The boy said cheering. “What!?”

  “Yah, you can come with me and we can explore the world together.”

  “I-I need to think about this.” She stuttered, once again in surprise..

“Well do you want to be kept in this tower still?” He asked starting walk   towards the window.  "No, but what if-“

  "Don’t worry too much, Princess. Let’s just go and escape already.” Natsu started to lean out the window.

  “My name is Lucy, not just ‘Princess.’” The blonde retorted.

  “Well hurry up Luigi.”

  “It’s, 'Lucy!’” She said a little irritated, as she walked over to the dragon.

  Of course, she wanted to escape and man did she want to. She would absolutely jump at the chance to leave that old boring tower, but the fact that he was a dragon made her doubt her decision to leave. However, she knew she may never have a chance like that again, so she was going to take it.

  “Okay, but first things first, you need to get rid of some of this hair. It’s too long, and it may endanger us on our travel.”

  “What do you-” Before she could finish her sentence, he swiped his claws over her hair and more than three quarters of her hair came tumbling down her shoulders.

  “What did you do!?” Lucy exclaimed in panic.

  “I just cut some of your hair off.” He shrugged. “But why!?”

  The girl ran her fingers over her remaining hair. It barely went to her mid back now.

  “Okay, no we can go.” The pink haired boy, situated his arms around her waist securely.

  “Hold on, wait a min-”

  He instantly pulled her out of the window, causing the both of them to begin falling.

  Her natural instinct was to scream, so of course she did. Thankfully, he spread his wings right before they reached the ground. “Calm down Lucy, we’re safe.” He chuckled.

  “You idiot! We could have died!” The princess yelled at him. “But we didn’t. Now c'mon, it’s time for us to go on an adventure!”

  From there, they soared into the night onto their new adventure. Now Lucy had learned a new lesson, even if she was expecting a prince to save her she got something better instead, a new dragon companion.

  And that’s all she could ever ask for. Because sometimes, what you need isn’t always what you want, but in the end it may just be better.

(Sorry if there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes, I typed it up real quick)

Sparks (part 1/?)

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone had a lovely New Year’s eve! I’m posting my first story of 2015 and I decided to start with a new multi-chapter CS au. I really had fun writing this chapter, and I really can’t wait to explore more of this story! A big thanks as usual to Nicki- oncertwice, for her huuuuuuuuuuuuge help with this story and reassuring me that it doesn’t suck.

Read and enjooy!

Summary: Killian meets Emma on his wedding day after being left at the altar. Will she able to help him pass through his issues and Killian help her open up to others around her?

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This day couldn’t come to an end fast enough. Killian Jones already had a lifetime of bad days to his account, but today made every other bad day look like a walk in the park.

 

It was his wedding day, the day that would unite him and his college girlfriend, Milah, forever.

 

He had fallen for her charms – her feisty personality and thirst for adventure – when he was only nineteen, and now, ten years later, he still saw her as if she was his whole world. Not only that, but she was undeniably beautiful with her long, brown, wavy hair that adorned the classical beauty that held her features.

 

Her light blue eyes always shone with excitement and the awe they carried when he had asked her hand in marriage. The past year was thrilling as they’d both brainstormed and planned every little detail of their wedding. Since he had no family, (his brother long gone as he filled his duty to the navy back in England) he had agreed with her request to set the location of their most important day as a couple in her hometown of Storybrooke.

 

Now, here he was, sitting at the counter of this bar, the Rabbit Hole, drowning his sorrows in a glass of rum.

 

Well, actually, more than one.

 

His bowtie was now long undone, his jacket draped over the back of the stool next to him, his hair a mess as he constantly ran his hand through it.

 

He sighed as he finished the last drop of his drink, and his eyes made contact with the bartender as he waved his hand at him so he would refill his tumbler. His eyes were fixed on the counter as he ruminated, wondering what the bloody hell went wrong. He cared about Milah and she seemed to care about him, too.They made each other laugh, she was always pushing him to better himself, challenging him, and, the sex, well, it was good. Very good. He rubbed his face with one hand as he felt desperation invade him.

 

The stool next to him made a sound as it scratched against the floor. He then felt a body settle onto it.

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  • [Hamilton]: That may be true.
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  • [Hamilton]: ..myself
  • [Everyone]: I SWEAR TO GOD ALEXANDER.
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keepitmovinshawty  asked:

I'm sorry. My finger brushed the ask button (I'm in mobile). But I've seen lots of ppl saying that Sasuke is just hiding his feelings. Which is complete bull because he's never hid his feelings from anyone. There's so much analysis of his blank faces that it's hilarious.

Sasuke is not one to hide his feelings, or at least not very well. He’s actually one of the more open books in the entire series. He never tried to hide his anger towards Sakura when she pissed him off, he never hid his intentions to kill his brother, he never hid his affection for Naruto (or at least if he did try he didn’t do a good job of it), etc. He’s one of the most brutally honest characters in the entire manga.

When Sakura did something to annoy him? He called her annoying.

When Naruto did something stupid? He called him stupid.

When Kakashi was useless? He called him useless…like Sakura.

The only time Sasuke ever seemed to be “hiding” his feelings were in regards to how he felt about Naruto, and even then he flat out admitted to Naruto that he was someone he considered to be his best friend, so it’s more like Sasuke’s social inadequacy led to him being unable to properly express his affection for him. Clearly it was no secret he considered him to be his friend, as least to him.

But his blank faces?

Sasuke is a blank canvas of a person, easily swayed from one viewpoint to another if he has no strong stance on something to begin with. This is why Orochimaru, Obito, etc were able to manipulate him so easily. Without a full working knowledge of the situation he took what people told him at face value. But he’s a thoughtful person, and he’s not stupid. Most of the time when I see him with “blank faces” it’s because he’s analyzing the situation, he’s thinking, and then afterward he reacts when he’s come to a decision on where he stands. Good example would be during his talk with the dead kages, I think he was pretty blank-faced through most of that except when Tobirama said something insensitive.

And then sometimes when he’s blank-faced it’s because he literally doesn’t give a shit about what’s going on.

But when he felt strongly about something he made it very clear how he felt. Like when he was excited to fight Gaara he was literally shaking with excitement. When he was fighting Itachi he was smiling because this was the vengeance he’d wanted for so long. When he found out the truth about Itachi he openly cried in front of Taka. When he went after Danzo he was visibly angry, and then gleeful after killing him. He’s constantly on an emotional roller coaster.

Just because most of his emotion is internal and not quite so obvious does not mean he’s outright hiding his emotions, he’s pretty easy to read it you know him well…which Naruto did. And Taka did. Even now with Gaiden!Sasuke he’s still fairly easy to read. In the spoilers he goes from shocked to cautious to annoyed to somewhat sad. His face is incredibly easy to read. We don’t know why he’s feeling what he’s feeling, but his actual emotions are an open book. Always have been.