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Sometimes he’d tear up mid conversation. Sometimes he’d stare aimlessly at a wall until he was forced back into consciousness by someone calling his name. Sometimes he’d deliberately walk to the roof of buildings just to think. Sometimes he’d curse himself. Sometimes he’d cry into non-existent arms offering little comfort. Sometimes he’d wake up thinking he heard her. Sometimes he’d wake to hold his family. But they were not there. These are things you noticed. These were things that wore you down and made you conscious of the doctor constantly. But nobody said why, why he was so down. And you didn&#

    When the car pulled into an abandoned parking lot you quickly jumped out and took a deep breath of the cool night air. Your mind quickly started to clear up as the cool air hit your lungs. “Let’s go there’s a motel just up the road from here.” He says his voice back to its cold and demanding tone. You let out a sigh as you place your ball cap back on your head and silently follow after him. Even if you were to make a run for it you knew you wouldn’t be able to outrun him. As you followed him you start to remember all the times you had followed him on missions and you let out a heavy sigh, even if he did kind

Reality hurts - Dean x Reader x Sam - Chapter 3 - End A reality that, now that he knew,... hurt... And of course now he had to believe what everyone claimed to be the one and only reality. And if he said that it didn't hurt he would be lying. He still remembered how it all had started and how he had found out the truth. You are not Dean Winchester. You never were. You are Jensen Ackles and everything you thought to be your life is a lie. A cruel, nasty lie. He reminded himself every moment of the day. Every moment of the life he had to live from now on. Every moment of his life, according to everyone else. Every moment of his life wh

Sometimes he’d tear up mid conversation. Sometimes he’d stare aimlessly at a wall until he was forced back into consciousness by someone calling his name. Sometimes he’d deliberately walk to the roof of buildings just to think. Sometimes he’d curse himself. Sometimes he’d cry into non-existent arms offering little comfort. Sometimes he’d wake up thinking he heard her. Sometimes he’d wake to hold his family. But they were not there. These are things you noticed. These were things that wore you down and made you conscious of the doctor constantly. But nobody said why, why he was so down. And you didn&#

Legolas x Human!Reader (Part 4) You sat by the window, letting the sun light gently shine against your skin. It had been almost a full year, and Legolas was still not back yet. And you had a strong feeling that today was the day that this little kid was going to come out. Being eleven months pregnant, you had an extreamly hard time moving and didn't really move all day, but you needed someone to help you. Calling for Arwen, she quickly ran up. "Is there something you need (Y/n)?" "You could kind of say that..I-I think that the baby wants to see the world.." You hissed out, feeling a sharp pain on your lower back. She stood there for a

You followed the muscular, dark-skinned man around. You were starting at the BAU and were going to be helping someone named Garcia with the technological stuff. But first this man, whose name was Morgan you thought, was having you meet the rest of the team. He led you to an office, where people were milling around. "This is Emily Prentiss." Morgan said gesturing at a pretty woman with black hair. You waved shyly. You were terribly shy around new people, and weren't a huge fan of physical contact. "Good to meet you Agent __l/n__." Prentiss said with a smile. Then Morgan pointed at a tall man with dark hair on the other side of the room. "Th

He dove into the water with a loud splash, ignoring the pain in his non-metal arm. He hooked his good arm underneath the other super soldier’s underarm and carried him up to the surface. He proceeded to drag him to shore and left them there on the rocks of the shore so that someone could come across him and rescue him. He took one last look at the soldier before going his own way. He held onto his injured arm tight, gritting his teeth whenever he felt a stinging pain. He eventually crossed upon an open road that led back to the city. The Winter Soldier took a deep breath before trudging onwards. He didn’t know where to go. All he

“Adam, darling,” you grinned when you walked into the living room. Adam was by the couch playing one of the first guitar’s he had ever owned. It was one of his prized possessions. The guitar was a dark brown color with some chips in the paint and the strings were worn out, having been replaced several times. The guitar was as old as him. And Adam was very old. He stopped playing his guitar but he didn’t set it aside. Meaning that he would go back to playing it if you had nothing remotely interesting to say to him. “I just discovered this new artist. She is amazing. I think you’d like her,” you beam

  WE ARE AT WAR WITH GERMANY. The bold letters were slapped on posters which hung all over the barns and doors at the market in Devon, and as you walked, basket on your arm, all you could think was James!  James Nicholls was a gentleman that had struck your fancy, and you his when you met at the Devon Horse Auction. You hoped to marry him, but now, you felt your heart fall to the ground, breaking into a thousand tiny pieces, just like the thousands of boys who were signing up for the War. You dropped your empty basket, lifting your light skirt and sprinting towards the road to your home, which bordered the estate of the Nicholls’s.

Draco gritted his teeth, aggressively chopping a piece of ginger in an attempt to distract himself. He was getting seriously annoyed. __y/n__, his crush, whom he had no right to be possessive over but was anyway, was talking to Potter. Stupid, annoying, everyone’s-hero Potter. It really shouldn’t have made him as angry as it did; you weren’t dating, you didn’t know of his feelings, you didn’t even talk to each other that often. But still, it did. He wanted to walk right up there, kick Potter out of his chair, and kiss you senseless. Which, in all honesty, was a terrible plan. But his anger was growing and

I was waiting outside of what seemed to be Beacon Hill's highschool, for Derek Hale. Why I had to wait outside the school was a complete mystery to me, much like all the other things Derek did. I decided to scratch it up to the Law of the Universe. I leaned against a rather bulky jeep, not really considering the fact that the owner might see me and reprimand me for it, consumed in my thoughts. What was the point in making me wait here? 'Hey,' someone called out, sounding slightly disgruntled. I turned my head, only to see a guy with short cropped brown hair and a sickly shade of white skin looking at me. 'Shouldn't you be in class?' I asked,

Obi Wan Kenobi pulled the ropes tied around his Varactyl's beak, bring her to a stop. He gestured to the landscape around the two of you. "And here is more of the lush forestry and swamp areas we find on Kashyyk. I ought to apologize, Senator (y/n). I didn't realize I would be accompanying you during your stay. I would have prepared something more entertaining to do." He reached over and patted the Varactyl on its neck, glad that her instincts let him know that there was no treacherous terrain in the vicinity. He jumped down from the reptilian creature and held out his arms to you, as it was obviously too far of a jump to make without the a

"Erik....?" Came your soft and fragile voice. "Yes, (Name)?" He was by his desk, going through some paperwork that his friend Charles had given him. You were lying down on the couch, resting your head on the top of the couch so that you could see what Erik was doing. Lately Erik was always busy. Him and Charles had been traveling around the city looking for other mutants, such as yourself, in hopes of giving them a better future. You weren’t against what they were doing at all. In fact, you supported them every step of the way. The only issue you had was not being able to see Erik as often as you’d like. If it wasn’t discuss

You had been having dinner with him more frequently. He liked to watch you eat. He invited you to swim with him because he said your movements through the water were things of beauty, like artwork. When Will Graham sent the orderly to kill him, you were there. Hannibal’s first waking thoughts after being drugged were of you, which surprised him greatly. Somehow, he had tricked himself into caring. When he saw your body lying haphazardly in the corner, unmoving, his rage doubled. The rage faded as you slowly came to, groaning softly in the corner. The orderly from the mental hospital shot you with another dart and you stilled again, br

You stood up at the control console for the tape deck in the Milano. Peter sat at the captain’s chair lazily poking at the controls and letting autopilot take over. You grinned wickedly and hit play. HUKKA CHAKKA HUKKA HUKKA HUKKA CHAKKA HUKKA CHAKKA HUKKA HUKKA HUKKA CHAKKA The deep bass voices blasted through the sound system. Everyone but you jumped as the music pounded. Peter swiveled around to look at you with a wide grin. He sprung out of the chair and slid over to you. You began chugging your shoulders to the beat and Quill mimicked you. He began to sing the lyrics at you as you continued to dance. He spun you around, and you b