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I ran in the direction that that black smoke was coming from. Jesus, ever since the world went to hell I had been alone. Once in a while I would run into people that offered me a place in their group but I always declined, mostly because I knew that if they weren’t dead now then they will be later, and I didn’t have any interest in forming emotional bonds with anyone.   As the ocean came into view I had to stop and be ready for anything, I knew that whatever had exploded I there was something big and whatever was left of supplies, food or weapons, would be brought to shore by Mother Nature herself.   I was dangerously short on amm

WARNING: SPOILERS, Similarities to depression  PART 1: http://filllyreports.deviantart.com/art/Lost-one-Newt-Scamander-x-reader-647675046 Jacob followed Newt as he carried (Y/N) further into the case. He was lead through the working area, to a door between the shack like room and where the habitats began. Newt nodded silently at the door, and Jacob stepped forward to open it. He moved to step away, before a cold hand landed on his shoulder. He looked back, surprised to find the girl, her grey eyes looking in his direction. Her expression was still saddening, like that of a child. One who had a bad day and was being carried to bed. 

WARNING: SPOILERS, similarities to depression It was a cold night in New York city. Any other normal person, or 'no-maj' as Jacob had learned them to be called, as well as himself, would be sleeping this late. They certainly wouldn't be traveling with a wizard trying to catch magic beasts and return them to an endless seeming case so they wouldn't destroy the city anymore than they already had. A few days ago, he would have thought of this as crazy, nonsense at best. Now though, well, a magic beast had just tried to mate with him. Shivering in the cold night air, he followed Newt across the frozen stream and towards a bridge, where they woul

Five years. Five years have passed since you boarded the Enterprise. An injury left you on Earth for a few years, and once you were able to go you couldn’t push yourself to go. You didn’t keep up with anyone, you didn’t even know if they were still on the Enterprise. You had someone contact you every now and then, but no one you cared about. Starfleet had been trying to get you back ever since you recovered. You refused until now, when you heard that some of the people you had gone to the academy with were now on the Enterprise. Stepping back onto the Enterprise was a hard decision, but once you told Starfleet you would com

It's been so long! Enjoy! Your wound was healing slowly, since you continued to stress your body with work. No one seemed to notice you were in pain, with the exception of Dr. McCoy, who would occasionally ask you how you’re feeling and if you needed to rest. He understood he wouldn’t be able to get you to stop working, just as he couldn’t get Jim to get his physical. Three weeks after the attack, the crew was still dealing with the repercussions. The captain had docked the Enterprise at a Starbase. Engineering was constantly working, getting the ship back into shape as fast as possible. Medical staff was also still workin

Sat on top of the covers of your cheap hotel room bed you sighed quietly to yourself, as your tired (e/c) eyes scanned over the words of the page of your book. Mark had invited you along with him and the rest of ‘The League’ on their tour. Seeing as you and Mark didn’t get to see much of each other as of late due to his hectic work schedules, you were compelled to come along. For the past few nights you had enjoyed yourself, chatting happily with Mark, Reece, Steve, and Jeremy. But tonight, for some strange reason, you felt differently, you were upset and you didn’t know why. Perhaps you were missing the familiarities

In his dream, Mycroft was back at his home after a long and tedious work trip. Unlocking the front door, he smiled as he dropped his travel bag down in the hallway, soothed by the familiarities of his home: the large painting above the mantelpiece; the wooden cabinet that held bottles of his favourite whiskey...the young woman sitting in his favourite armchair. Mycroft knew he was dreaming. This didn’t have to make sense. But still he felt a sense of panic as he fumbled for the light switch; gasping when he found himself staring into a very familiar face. Soft, slightly tousled (h/c) hair. Bright, (e/c) eyes framed by long eyelashes a

"_______! Schwester!" One minute you were there, and the next... Gone. There was a fight between the Axis powers and the Allies. It was supposed to be a small ordeal. However, when you had shoved your big brother Germany out of the way of one of England's spells, things had become far more serious. "Vhat did you do vith mein schwester, black sheep?" Germany snarled, grabbing England by the collar of his military uniform. "Vhere is she?!" "I don't know!" England panicked, "I must have misplaced a letter or mispronounced a word-" Germany growled and shoved him on the ground. "I-I'm sorry! It shouldn't have happened; it was an accident!"