because killing people is wrong

Brief musings on the Anders discourse overall:

If you could describe the entire overall theme of Dragon Age 2 in one single question, I think that would be “What would it take to drive a good man to do a terrible thing?”

Arguments over Anders that hold 1) that Anders is not a good man or that 2) the destruction of the Chantry was not a terrible thing are, in my opinion, entirely missing the point of the game.

It was a terrible thing. Whether it was necessary, or had positive outcomes, doesn’t negate that.

Anders is a good man. That he did a terrible thing doesn’t negate that, either.

Daily Reminder That

Non-dysphoric trans people are actually cis.
Yes, being trans is a medical condition. No, it is not normal, nor is it a good thing to be trans.
No, us truscum/transmedicalists are not transphobic just because we don’t want people changing up the meaning of transgender. It’s not cute or quirky, it’s ugly and depressing. People kill themselves because they were born the wrong sex. Because many people don’t take them seriously.

Secretly Married/The Crew Finds Out

Secretly married Gavin and Ryan. Like they met when Gavin just started and Ryan tracked him down cause Gavin wasn’t good at hiding his tracks. Then they meet and Ryan just can’t kill him. After all Gavin was only digging into Ryan’s files b/c he had a big criminal crush.

They start dating after meeting up a couple times after that for business and end up getting married in Vegas 2 years after that. (Last minute/drunk decision)

They’ve been married for a bit when Gavin gets a job with FAHC and ends up staying in the crew. Ryan still only does mercenary work b/c he’s had bad luck when working with crews.

Gavin is in Fake AH Crew for like 8 months and then they get interested in Ryan b/c he killed one of Geoff’s biggest competition and they want him to be part of the crew. Gavin stays quite about it until he comes home to Ryan and tells him about it.

Ryan is a little cautious but he ultimately takes the job because hey, he can keep an eye out for his clumsy husband. They both decided that it’s best that they keep their relationship secret no matter how much Gavin tries to convince Ryan that they are trustworthy. Ryan doesn’t want to risk it and give them a weakness, Gavin at that.

Gavin leaves the next morning reluctantly. Sometime it’s really hard to leave Ryan in the early morning. Especially when he’s shirtless and all cuddled up in the warm duvet.

Gavin gets to the penthouse later that morning and Geoff is already celebrating that he got THE Vagabond to join FAHC and it didn’t take a lot of convincing. The rest of the crew were conspicuous because he is known for killing people who wrong him or even have a different opinion from him. (Meanwhile Gavin is laughing a little bit because Ryan is just a big teddy bear who still has to cut the crust off his sandwiches)

About noon Gavin texts Ry to make an entrance. And right after he sent it, there’s a knock on the penthouse door.

Geoff flies to the door and in walks his gorgeous husband. (Well rn maybe gorgeous isn’t the word to use b/c he’s got his face paint and freaky mask on)

Everyone sees him and gets all defensive and Ray keeps his hand on his minigun and jack stops making dinner but keeps his knife at hand. Michael pauses the video game he was playing and sits up straight. Gavin stays slouched on the couch but looks over at his hubby.

“Welcome to the crew.” Geoff says a little to happy. Ryan keeps up his creepy persona and doesn’t say a word.
Ryan’s been in the crew for about 2 months now and blends in quite nicely. Ray and Ryan or the R&R Connection are the best combo (besides Gavin and Ryan but they don’t know that). Plus Ryan kind of warmed up to Ray more than anyone else because Ray doesn’t pester Ryan to talk like everyone else. Plus no one has suspecting anything about Gavin and Ryan’s relationship because they leave their affections for when they get home and don’t make contact at work. (Except that one time when they escaped into the bathroom together for a quick make out. But no one noticed Gavin coming out flushed) Also like cmon, no one would think for a moment that Gavin, the annoying squawking Gavin, would be married to THE Vagabond, the guys who doesn’t talk and would murder anything that moves. Honestly, the guys have been worried about leaving Gavin alone with the vagabond for too long because he might kill Gav for being too annoying.

But anyways the crew has been planning a new heist and this one is going to be big. The press will be talking about it for months if all goes right in the confusing plan.

“Ryan and Michael go in and clear it and then Gavin you go in and open the safe. Then get the money and get out. Rays sniping, Jacks the get away and I’ll be outside the bank shooting down the cops. Got it?” Geoff explains.

Everyone nods and disperses out to get supplies. They’ve been planning the heist for at least two weeks and went over final plans before hitting the bank later that night.

Gavin and Ryan have a tradition before every big heist they’ve gone on. They inconspicuously separate from the rest of the crew and into a bedroom or bathroom to talk and say their (hopefully short) goodbyes.

“It’s going to be okay Ry, I know your worried about me being front line but I’m going to be fine. You’ve got my back.” Gavin persists.

“Damn right I do.” Ryan grumbles.

“I love you. Please stay alive for me so you can kill more people for me.”

“Always. I love you. Stay safe baby.” Ryan whispers back before pecking Gavin’s lips.

Ryan leaves the room after that to find Michael and grab weapons before heading out. Gavin figures out all the tech equipment he needs and also gets in his car and heads out into position by the bank.

After about 30 minutes, Geoff talks into the earpiece.

“Everyone ready?” Geoff asks and gets “yes” in response.

“LETS HEIST.” Ray screams through the coms. The security officers in the bank are scoped down by the puerto rican and gives the all clear.

Ryan and Michael storm into the bank with their guns shooting up.


As Michael takes care of the civilians, Ryan goes towards the vault and kills the security near the safe.

Gavin runs into the bank after getting the all clear from Michael and goes towards the vault where Ryan is and starts working his magic. He’s typing feverishly into his tablet and hooks it up with the security pad on the safe through a cord.

“Hurry guys, cops coming in 1 minute.” Ray quickly says. This is what made this particular heist dangerous. The police department was only 3 blocks away which made it easier for them to stop the heist.

“Got it.” Gavin responds and the safe clicks open.

Ryan and Michael storm in and start filling their duffel bags with money. They were stuffing their bags for 30 seconds and Geoff demands for them to get their asses moving and get out.

They make a run for the back door and get outside. There are faint gunshots near the front where Geoff and Ray are.

“Alright we are out.” Gavin says over the coms.

“Coming.” Jack says in response. Within a second Jack is pulled up next to the boys and they don’t hesitate before jumping in.

The plan involves them splitting up after a block or two and getting into different cars so it gets easier to escape the cops.

“I’m ditching.” Geoff says almost breathlessly.

“Okay. Leaving now.” Ray says to the rest of the crew.

Jack, Michael, Ryan, and Gavin are quickly fleeing the scene. From the back Gavin and Ryan check over each other to make sure neither are injured and/or bleeding. But their checkovers are cut short as jack quickly stops the car for them to get out. There are 3 cars waiting in the street for them to get in and make a get away.

The 3 crew members barely have time to reach their cars before cops are shooting down the streets towards them.

“Shit.” Michael mutters while getting in his car and speeding away down the street before turning right. Jack races right behind him.

Gavin and Ryan are now both in their assigned cars and racing down the street with gunshots whizzing by their cars. Ryan remains down the long street while Gavin has to take a right. They split up and the cop cars behind them do too.

Now it’s a breeze, or so they thought. It was about 30 minutes after when Michael and Jack inform that they are in the clear and are heading towards their safe house for the next night or two. But Gavin and Ryan are both racing against the cops on the highway trying to lose them.

Ryan has one last cop car on his ass and then he can head home. Ryan fires out his window with his pistol and eventually hits the cop car and it is forced to spiral out of control and into the highway rails.

Ryan is on his way to his safe house when he hears,

“Shit, fuck, shit.” And a crash.

“Gavin? What the fuck?! Gavin?”

“GAVIN?” Michael practically screams over the coms.

Ryan freezes and his instincts are automatic. Get to Gavin.

He knows what highway Gavin was driving down and gets there in five minutes while the rest of the crew were screaming at each other trying to reach Gavin.

Ryan’s heart dropped when he got to the scene. Gavin’s red sports car was flipped upside down with cops surrounding it. Ryan quickly gets out of the car.

He isn’t known as the Vagabond for nothing. He is known for being ruthless and murdering dozens at one time.

But this, this is different. The vagabond blazes through the cops surrounding the red car. He kills one after another and dodges fists and bullets and keeps going until every last cop on the scene is dead. Faintly he heard the rest of the crew pull up behind him when he was almost done killing all the cops.

When the last officer drops, Ryan just stops. He stares at the red car without moving. There was no movement in or around the car. This is it. Theres nothing for Ryan anymore.

“Gavin.” Michael says breathlessly while running past Ryan to reach into the red car.

Michael pulls open the drivers side door and jack is already there helping Michael pull Gavin’s body out of the car.

Ryan slowly walks towards his crew mates and toward his husband. It’s when he sees Gavin’s body when he starts crying.

He was bloody with cuts in his face and blood coming out. Too much blood.

“C'mon we have to get him out of here.” Geoff demands quickly and Michael and jack work together to carry Gavin into the back seat of Geoff’s car.

“LETS GO RYAN.” That snaps Ryan out of it and he rushes over to the backseat next to Gavin’s body. They all climb in and Geoff starts the car and drives away from the bloody scene.

“Why, why, why?” The crew is silently shocked. They hear a sobbing voice and turn to see THE Vagabond crying and pleading. They have never heard him talk before let alone show any emotion.

“Please. C'mon Gav. Wake up. Please. I love you.” Ryan whispers to the barely breathing body. “Please.” And he just breaks down sobbing. It’s too much. He will have no one now. Gavin was the only thing keeping him sane. And now he’s going to die.

While Ryan was pleading to Gavin, Ray called Trevor to the safe house and told him to get ready because Gavin’s in bad shape. By the time they reach the house, Ryan is covered in Gavin’s blood and is staring at his body with empty eyes.

Geoff and Jack take Gavin’s body out of the backseat and carry him in. They disappear into the house with Michael behind them but Ryan and Ray stay sat in the car.

One broken man and one worried friend.

“I can’t lose him. He’s all I have.” Ryan whispers, almost to himself but Ray can hear.

“He’s going to be fine. He’s strong.” Ray tells him back and leaves the car and into the safe house.

Ryan stays in the car for maybe 20 minutes just staring out the window before he works up the courage to go in.

Trevor and Jack are working together to sew Gavin’s wounds when Ryan walks in. Instead of his happy smiling boy, he sees a pale body attached to an IV and blood seeping from his body.

Once Trevor and Jack clear out and explain how they’ve done all they can do and it’s a waiting game now, Ryan pulls up a chair and sits right next to Gavin on the now bloodied couch.

He spends the next 8 hours sitting there and holding Gavin’s hand and only leaving to use the bathroom once. They rest of the crew didn’t even bother to interfere because they knew he wouldn’t budge. They were just observing him because this was all new to them and a little scary that he was worried THIS much for reasons they don’t know.

After the 8 hours Gavin starts to waken. His eyes flutter open and squint because of the light. Once used to the light he turns his sore neck to see his Ryan with dried tears and looking at their hands intertwined.

“Ryan?” Gavin says coarsely.

Ryan’s head snaps to attention and stares right into Gavin’s eyes. Blue to Green.

“I thought I lost you.” Ryan whispers, “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t there to have your back. I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.” And the waterworks start up again but Ryan doesn’t even care anymore.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” Gavin whispers back before grabbing Ryan’s jacket and yanking his husband towards him. Their lips meet in a desperate kiss. Both not wanting to split in case the other disappears. But eventually they have to breath but their foreheads remain touching as they stare into each other’s loving eyes.

Meanwhile the rest of the crew stand at the doorway looking into the living room and watching the reunion. Gavin and Ryan have some explaining to do.

anonymous asked:

Why do you support abortion if it kills people? How can you possibly justify taking another life? Selfish human beings who rationalize in their heads that it's not "killing" so that their life can be a bit easier from their mistakes. No one is a mistake. There's a reason why each and every one of us was put on this earth and it is not up to us to play God and decide who lives and dies.

“It kills people,” is where you’re wrong.

Do you know what does kill people? Banning abortion. Illegal, unsafe abortion is one of the leading causes of maternal mortality around the world and it kills almost 70,000 each year. That’s nearly 200 people a day unnecessarily killed by pro-“life” policies.

Countries where abortion is illegal almost consistently have a.) higher maternal mortality rates and b.) higher abortion rates compared to countries with policies that respect reproductive healthcare.

Calling people selfish and questioning their morality does not reduce the need for abortions. All it does is contribute to the stigma surrounding abortion - which, again, can kill people, if you happen to target someone particularly vulnerable to your unfounded judgments. 

If you think abortion is so wrong because it kills people, why the hell do you continue to support policies that ensure that it will happen more and happen in an unsafe, deadly manner?

every steve/tony argument ever

the world: is fucked and in immediate peril

tony: how about this pragmatic but morally dubious solution

steve: TONY NO that’s imperfect and therefore wrong

tony: ok, what should we do instead then?



look we are fundamentally not at a point where “masculine” and “feminine” Do Not Exist as categories because, guess what, people are still getting killed for fitting into the wrong one. it shouldn’t be this weird, taboo thing for me to acknowledge that I’m masculine in many ways and that shouldn’t somehow negate my womanhood lmao

it’s cool if you feel like your gender expression is 100% your choice, but I dress the way that I do because that’s how I feel comfortable, and trying to dress in other ways makes me deeply uncomfortable. I was socially ostracized from a very young age because other girls noticed that I was not like them and that was unacceptable (and, no, don’t tell me this is internalized misogyny; I’m literally acknowledging that I could not meet arbitrary standards of femininity and was bullied for it) - I wasn’t choosing to be butch/GNC, that’s just who I am, and I think there’s definitely some innate component of gender expression because if there weren’t, all the other butches who tried to force themselves into femininity (and I) might not have been so miserable

anywhomst the point is if you’re butch it’s okay to say you’re masculine because woman =/= feminine and masculine =/= man. we’re constantly pressured to either denounce any ties to that Dreaded Masculinity or to accept our True Nature as people who are actually somehow identical to cis men or whatever and both of these viewpoints are bullshit. leave butches alone. shalom out

Criticism Isn’t Bullying

Fans and pros make vicious comments online, and then complain that they are poor bullied little innocents when they are held accountable for the things they say.

Some of the stuff gets blown out of proportion, some is rightly and roundly trounced.

What we have online is a bunch of people who act like they are in a bar, and who think they can just say whatever they want to say, and all their friends will pat them on the back and shout “Hail, Fellow! Well met!”

Except you’re not in a bar with all your like minded friends who listen to you spew the N-word, but will turn around and swear on a Bible you’re not really racist. If you are online, you are in the public sphere. And if you are a professional in this business, you have to be professional.

You can’t turn around and complain you’re being bullied when you use a public platform to say something ugly and then have to deal with it when people call out your ugly comments.

Criticism isn’t bullying.

I’m not talking about death threats and organized hate, I’m talking about “Hey, this comic art is sexist,” is not bullying. “Hey, this comment about Jews, not cool.” is not bullying. “Saying feminists are Nazis is wrong because feminists didn’t kill 11 million people,” is not bullying.

As pros, we put our work out into the public sphere and then the public gets a say. That is all there is to it. They could sure as heck be more polite in their discourse, but you don’t get to control the reaction of the public. You produce and they decide. That’s it.

If the work is criticized, fair game. If the criticism becomes personal, then you, the recipient of the barb, have a right to nuke it ‘til it glows. You can either block them, or delete their comments, or let them know exactly what you think of their nonsense. If they insist on telling you what they think of you by shoving it in your face on twitter or in personal notes, you have the right to react. And if you are not stalking them and threatening them and spewing invectives, it’s not bullying.

I have seen pros who openly mock the letters and comments of fans on their FB pages, who then turn around and complain about Feminazis and their bullying about big boob comic characters.

Well, folks, criticism works both ways.

if you make a public statement, it’s public domain.  It’s not yours anymore.

And trying to frame the criticism many so easily dish out as bullying when it boomerangs right back to the source is just plain cowardly.

Can I just say I’m impressed by dishonored’s lack of scantily clad, perfect looking all the time women? Especially in the DLCs

Like there’s Billie, who dresses just like the rest of the Whalers, with no visible boobs or hips or anything, whose face is hidden till the very end of the game - and she doesn’t have the long flowing movie star hair when she takes off her mask. It’s cut short to fit in her mask

Then there’s Lizzy, who frankly terrifies me, which is the whole point of her look. Half her head is bald, she’s got a nasty scar running down her face, and what looks to be a broken nose. She’s got an angry scowl and piranha teeth and faded tattoos. She looks like someone who would kill you for a pack of smokes, and that’s exactly the kind of person she is

The only scantily clad, form-fitted female character I can think of in the DLCs is Delilah, and even then she’s not conventionally attractive. Her hair is cut short, and not in a way that seems super feminine. She’s got creepy dark circles and in all honesty looks like a vampire guy. While Lizzy looks like someone who would kill you for a cigarette, Delilah looks like she’d kill you for fun, which, again, is the point of her character

The Crumbling Kingdom Ch. 4

Oh wow I couldn’t stop writing this chapter! I feel like the plot is finally going to begin.

Genre: Mafia!Jeonghan, Mafia!Soonyoung, Angst, Romance, Violence

Word Count: 5,265

CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5

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“Oh Dongwon you are too funny!” You giggled and hit the young man’s shoulder playfully. You hated acting this way during kills, but playing dumb usually gained people’s trust.

“No, Y/N,” the drunk CEO laughed, “you’re just nice enough to laugh at my jokes.“ 

You and Soonyoung continued to butter up Dongwon until he was pliable enough for the two of you. Soonyoung came up with a fake proposal for the restaurant/corporation Dongwon was running. You didn’t pay attention to the details of it too much though, because you were too distracted by Jeonghan. When you had first left, you noticed Jeonghan and his father were bickering. It was mostly Jeonghan who was irritated, but Gaewon looked smug. Why were they arguing? Did Jeonghan fail a mission? Even though you were upset with Jeonghan, you couldn’t make yourself not worry about him.

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The internal selfworthlessness I still carry from those two tumblr users I used to be mutuals with is indescribable

  • Ciel: *burned down a manor filled with kidnapped children and killed them all*
  • Fandom: ciel is so kAwaiI!!!! WhY DoeSn'T hE sAy hE's KaWaII????
  • Sebastian: *literally a demon from hell and canonically doesn't care about anyone*
  • Fandom: sebBY IS SO HAWWWWWT!!!! oMG!!!!
  • Undertaker: *the reason that the "titanic" sunk and half of the passengers were killed by his zombies*
  • Grelle: *murderous maniac who was Jack the Ripper and wants to cover everyone in blood*
  • Fandom: grELLE!!! MY BABY!!!!!! D'AWW!!!!!!!

Lol. Isn’t it funny when someone that manipulated you and gave you panic attacks everyday starts talking shit about you because you blocked them and they make you uncomfortable but a ton of other people have blocked them too because they just tell people to kill themselves when something goes wrong and then to “make up” for it they beg publicly for you back and then start telling everyone what a bad person you are? Ha yeah so funny lol ha

Why Does Love Always Feel Like A Battlefield?

Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this, I hope I did your idea justice and I really hope you enjoy! And thank you to my brother for helping me when I was genuinely stuck on where to go!

If you, like the lovely anon above would like to request a fic, requests are OPEN so please do not be shy!

Title comes from this song- Battlefield-Jordin Sparks -as there were some lyrics that I felt definitely suited this story. Mainly the lines:

- ‘I’m out here without a shield, can’t go back, now’ -Geddit? Shield?

- ‘I never meant to start a war/You know, I never wanna hurt you.’

- ‘I never meant to start a war/Don’t even know what we’re fighting for.’

Request: Please can you write a fanfic based on Civil War? So here is the idea. Reader and Steve are best friends and she dates w/ Tony and she picks his side but also she knows Bucky killed his family but didn’t tell Tony, when Tony finds out they get into a big fight and he fires her from the tower. End is up to you write whatever you want :D

Warnings: Angst between Reader and Tony, they kind of verbally kick each other’s butts here. Potential fluff at the end I don’t know, you’ll have to find out! *insert evil laugh here*

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When Tony stumbled through the entry of the kitchen you were immediately sweeping him into your arms, tears of relief threatening to spill from your eyes. You were whispering “thank God, oh thank God,” as you held him to you.

When you pulled away to examine his battered face, he was staring back at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite make out.

“Did you know?” he asked, voice emotionless and his eyes were expressionless and dead.

You felt your heart begin to hammer as your throat went dry. Tony removed your hands from his body and repeated, enunciating clearly as though you were stupid.

“Did you know about my parents y/n?”

You swallowed hard, heart dropping into your stomach as you nodded slowly.

The look of shock and hurt that crossed Tony’s face was nothing to the betrayal laced in the tone of his voice.

“And you didn’t think to tell me? You of all people y/n.”

You felt so ashamed of yourself in that moment and a single tear of shame slipped down your cheek before you rubbed it away furiously.

“I was afraid to tell you,” you admitted honestly, voice tiny. “I thought if I told you, you would kill Bucky.”

“Well there’s a novel idea y/n,” he mocked “Who would figure I might have wanted to kill the man who killed my parents.”

“But it wasn’t him,” you pleaded and Tony whirled on you shouting “Don’t!”

When you backed away slightly frightened, he flinched a little but continued “I saw it with my own eyes, it was him.”

You remained silent, staring at your feet before he lowered his tone approaching you slowly, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I was so afraid Tony. I was still hoping you and Steve could work this out. But I knew once you knew about Bucky it could only end with you killing him, or getting yourself killed in the process. Isn’t that why we’re in this mess in the first place, because of people getting killed?”

“I’m sorry, and correct me if I’m wrong, but are we not Avengers, is not our job to ‘avenge’ when innocent people have been hurt, like my parents?”

“There is a difference between avenging and revenge Tony.”

“Oh, is it revenge now to want to want to apprehend those who commit crime, or murder?”

“Absolutely not, if they are responsible for those crimes, but you and I both know Bucky is not responsible for the Winter Soldier’s actions. Just like Clint wasn’t responsible for Loki’s and Bruce isn’t for the Hulk’s.”

“That’s different and you know it!”

“Why? Because they didn’t kill people you were related to? Look, I understand that they were your parents, but you’re letting your personal feelings cloud your rational judgement here.”

Tony huffed incredulously “And your best friend isn’t?”

“Whatever stupid things Steve has done trying to protect Bucky at least he can see that Bucky is an innocent victim in all of this too,” Tony looked like he was about to argue but you cut him off, “Look this all boils down to you and Steve, and we all had to choose a side, even if we didn’t want to, and I was afraid telling you would ruin any chances of ending this peacefully because deep down I knew this is how you would react to finding out!”

“I’m sorry you’ve been so inconvenienced,” he mocked “But then again, how do we know which side you were really on, I mean that’s your thing isn’t it double agenting and switching sides? I mean you did leave with Steve, your ‘best friend.’ Suspicious how you returned here with his secrets and kept them from me, your ‘boyfriend’.”

Tears were now flowing freely down your face. A throwback to your days of being a Hydra agent was the cruellest thing Tony could have thrown at you and he knew it, and to make it worse you knew he was only doing it because he knew you were right, he had no more logical arguments to use against what you were saying, so he turned to trying to hurt you instead.

“Maybe deep down I knew you would react like this. I mean you basically dragged us into a war because you couldn’t deal with your own guilt over what happened in Sokovia. It wasn’t all of us that needed to sign those accords, you directed all the regulations you felt you needed yourself towards us, but we didn’t create Ultron Tony. You did, and no amount of punishing Steve, or Bucky, or me will change that. You let your guilt cloud your judgement and Steve let his need to protect Bucky cloud his. But did either of you stop to consider the rest of us for a moment? Neither you, or Steve, could see just what you were doing to the rest of us. You separated Wanda from Vision, you split Nat and Clint, who, might I add is now a fugitive while Laura and the kids are without him, and my best friend and boyfriend, the two people I love the most in the world made me choose between them and basically tried to kill each other, all because both of them were too damn stubborn to recognise what they were doing.”

Tony turned away from you and folded his arms across his chest.

“You should go. Pack your things and leave, you’re just as bad as them in my eyes and I don’t want you anywhere near me ever again.”

“Tony!” you cried.

“Get out y/n!” he shouted spinning to face you, “We’re over, and you’re no longer a member of this team. You’re not welcome here and I don’t want to see you again.”

You both stood glaring at each other for an eternity before you broke the silence, “Tony you don’t mean this, I know you’re angry and I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to hear it! I just want you to leave. Now.”

You climbed the steps to your apartment building, your arms loaded with groceries and smiled thankfully when your neighbour held the door to the lobby open for you to pass through, but you could have cried when the sign saying out of order remained pinned to the elevator door and you began the seven flight climb to your apartment.

As soon as you reached your door, you had to juggle your groceries with fumbling for your key and once you finally located it you wrestled your way indoors. You sighed leaning with your back against the door, eyes closed, mustering up the strength to walk into your empty apartment, where you would start to make dinner alone for one.

Walking you into your living room you must almost jumped out of your skin to find the two figures of Steve and Bucky sat on your sofa and Tony stood with his back to you staring out your window at the New York skyline in front of him.

“How did you get in here?” you asked unsure and Tony turned to face you with a look that resembled a “Bitch please,” look.

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“Ok, let me rephrase, why are you here?”

“And over to you Cap,” Tony directed your attention to Steve and took the groceries out of your arms, carrying them into the kitchen, returning with a nervous smile.

“Well,” Steve began, scratching the back of his neck, a long pause following as he tried to figure out what to say.

“Both of them are idiots who want to apologise for the way they’ve treated you. This one should never have made you choose between him or Tony,” Bucky interrupted, pointing towards Steve “and this one,” he continued, pointing at Tony “should never have pushed you away and taken it out on you because he was hurting, and I’m sorry that I seem to be inadvertently behind it all. Does that cover everything?” he sassed looking between Steve and Tony like they were bumbling idiots.

Both of whom were mumbling along the lines of “yep pretty much,” “yep think so,” and “that’ll do.”

You huffed a laugh and Bucky smirked at your reaction, clearly pleased with himself.

“I love you,” you told Tony honestly, “and I love you,” you told Steve, “so please never put me in a position like that again or I’ll bang your two heads together.”

“We won’t!” they promised in unison and Steve rose up to give you a hug, but Tony darted in front of him, knocking him out of the way “nu-uh, she’s my girlfriend, I get the first hug thank you very much.”

Steve’s laugh rang out through your apartment as Tony pulled you into a hug, “I’m sorry baby,” he told you honestly and you laughed “can I get that in writing.”

“And you ruined it! Alright capsicle you can have her now,” he joked but looked at you so fondly you heart skipped a few beats, before Steve was pulling you into a bear hug.

Safe Haven (John Murphy x Reader)

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I woke up drenched in sweat, heart beating fast. I gasped, trying to breathe. Tears streamed down my face, as I closed my eyes, the images of my dream came back to my mind. Not a dream, as much as a nightmare. Not a nightmare, as much as a memory. My best friend. My dead best friend. Her eyes wide open in chock, a spear piercing her body, and blood oozing from her chest. Lots of blood. Blood everywhere.

I felt nauseous. Feeling the warm acid taste in my mouth, I bent over to the side, trying to keep it in. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. It passed. I laid back down in my bed, and couldn’t help looking at the one on the other side of the tent, where my best friend used to sleep. But, she wasn’t there anymore. She was gone. The grounders had killed her.

In her place, was another silhouette. John Murphy’s. He’d come back to camp about the same time when she had been killed. And the chancellor had decided to put him in my tent. In our tent. Not caring, she’d been dead only a couple days. Distributing her stuff. Pretending she was never there at all.

I didn’t blame Murphy. It wasn’t his fault. He needed a place to stay and they gave him hers. Nobody would refuse a nice warm bed. He would have been a fool to. But still, every time I woke in the middle of the night and saw the shadow on her bed, I hoped it was her. That she was back. But every time, it wasn’t the case.

I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. It’d been three weeks since it’d happen, but I kept thinking about her. About the ones who’d kill her. Who’d kill me. Who were in camp right at this moment. Who could sneak into my tent and stab me. Or slit my throat.

Who thought having an alliance with the grounder was a good idea? Who thought that training with them would go well? They’d force Clarke to kill one of us, just a couple days ago for god’s sake! What more did it take for us to understand that they couldn’t be trusted.

I heard a branch crack outside the tent, and I froze. An overwhelming fear invaded my entire body. They were here. Right here. In a second they would be on me and I’d be dead. Dead, just like her.

I looked to my side at Murphy sleeping soundly. A vacant space, next to him. Big enough that I’d probably fit.

Could I? I mean…We’ve never really talked before, but did that didn’t mean I couldn’t go to him for comfort in a moment of weakness, did it? Before I answered my own question, another branch cracked outside. I was to his side in less than a second.

Murphy won’t realise, I thought. I’ll be up way before him, and I’ll be in my bed way before he wakes up. He’ll never know. And I’ll feel safe.

Slowly, and carefully as to not wake him up, I slid into the space next to him. I slithered around trying to make myself comfortable. Feeling the warmth of a body next to mine, I already felt better.

As I tried to fall asleep, I stared at Murphy’s face. Usually he always looked angry, or bitter, but right now, as he slept, he looked really peaceful. I reached out and moved aside the streak of hair that was falling down on his face. He looked young. He was young. We all were. But we had grown up so fast. Faster than anyone should. We had to. With that thought in mind, I finally fell asleep.


I blinked a couple times, slowly waking up and getting used to my surroundings. Lying on my side, the first thing I noticed was that I could see my bed. The second thing I noticed was arms wrapped around my waist and warm breath on my neck.

It all came back to me, I’d been scared and had joined Murphy in his bed. But right now, I was spooning with him. This definitely wasn’t the position I’d fallen asleep in. But I guessed we’d both moved during the night and ended up in this position.

Not wanting to cause embarrassment, I tried to get away without waking him up, but his grip was tight. I softly grabbed one of his hand and moved it away from around my waist. That was a bad decision, considering I felt him move, meaning I’d woken him up.

“Y/N?” he asked, and I froze. He immediately removed his arm from around me, and I felt him back away from me.

I decided to be brave. I wanted to face the situation head on, and tell him the truth. I turned around, and smiled shyly. “Hey. Good morning.”

It was still dark, so I could barely seem him. But I could tell that his eyes were wide open in confusion. “Did I…?” He looked around the room. “Wait, this is my bed. We’re in my bed. What are you doing in my bed?”

“I’m sorry.” A blush spread on my cheeks. “I…er…I was scared, and I didn’t want to sleep alone, so I joined you. I’m really sorry.”

“You were scared, so you joined me? Me?” He chuckled darkly. “Weren’t you scared of me?”

I shook my head. “I’m not scared of you.”

He frowned. “You’re not? I’ve killed people if you haven’t forgotten.”

“I know you won’t hurt me.” I said. “You hurt them, because they hurt you first. You hated them. I’ve never done anything to you, so you don’t hate me.” I looked him in the eyes. “At least, I don’t think you hate me.”

“You’re right.” He replied. “I don’t. But why don’t you hate me?”

I answered honestly, “People think you’re evil, because you killed two people. Yes, it was wrong. But, Bellamy caused the death of three hundred people, and Finn killed eight. Everyone still love them, but they hate you. That’s not right. Either hate everyone, or forgive everyone. That’s how it works for me.” I took a pause. “Well, except the grounders. I’ll never forgive the grounders.”

“Yeah. Me neither,” he replied. “I hate them.”

“Well, I hate them more.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

With that, I remembered that Murphy had been tortured by grounders. Twice. Maybe we had more in common than I’d first thought. “Equally?” I proposed.

He nodded. “Equally.”

There was a moment of silence, and I took it as my queue to leave him. “I’ll go back to my own bed, now.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Once I was lying in my bed again, looking at the roof of the tent, I noticed a shadow looming overhead. The shadow of a grounder probably. They’d heard us.  I felt a shiver go up my spine. “Murphy?” I asked.


I glanced at him. “I’m still scared.”

He rolled his eyes. “Then why’d you leave? Come back here, idiot.”

I couldn’t help smiling, as I joined him again. I lay back on my side, I stared at his face, like I had done earlier. This time, his blue eyes were open, but the look on his face wasn’t one of anger or bitterness, it was one of something that looked like contentment.

He frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m just glad I’m not alone tonight,” I admitted.

“Yeah, I know the feeling.” He added.

“Good night, Murphy.”

“Good night Y/N.”

I closed my eyes, and fell asleep, knowing that someone laying right next to me had my back. That there was someone who’d protect me. And for the first time in a while, I felt truly safe.

Okay I’m finally going to just get all my ranting about Scott McCall off my chest because holding this in is so exhausting. Scott McCall is one of the most interesting characters in anything I’ve ever watched/read. Scott McCall is a bi-racial teenager who was raised by a single mother. And not only does he not blame his mother for throwing his father out, but he always grew up to be like her. Instead of the typical “My dad’s not around, I’ll do whatever it takes to make him want me in his life again” plotline, Scott McCall decided to fully embrace being raised by a strong woman and takes after her in several different way. 

Scott McCall is a teenage boy who sees worth in everyone, because there was a time in his life where no one really saw any worth in him. He knows how it feels to be ignored and not thought of as anything special. And instead of using his werewolf powers/True Alpha status to look down on people, he uses them to help others. The world has been trying to taint him since the pilot episode of this fucking show but he won’t let it. 

Scott McCall as a 17 year old dedicates himself to becoming a better son, a better student, and a better friend. He got his life together mere months after being bitten and turned into a werewolf (and an even shorter amount of time after the girl he loved broke up with him). And the only reason things got fucked up again is because not only did a supernatural serial killer start ‘sacrificing’ innocent people, but a pack of powerful Alpha werewolves showed up with the intent on practically weaponizing Scott. The Alpha pack wanted Scott for his True Alpha status alone because it would give them all more power. Not only has practically every season been about someone trying to weaponize Scott (ie Peter, Alpha Pack, Kate) but every single season includes countless amounts of people treating Scott’s overall personality as some kind of weakness. Try and name three characters on the show who haven’t at some point make a jab about Scott being “too nice” or “weak.” Whether you think it’s true or not, the fact that the underlying theme in all the villians is that they want Scott for his power and dump on the reason he HAS THE POWER IN THE FIRST PLACE. Scott McCall is the True Alpha because he fights without having to kill. He believe in people and unless proven wrong, he gives them a chance. In a world as ugly and tainted as the world we live in (Let alone the Teen Wolf world) it is so fucking hard to find someone who honestly believes that people are good. Scott McCall is the True Alpha because he has fought against impossible odds and still refuses to become a monster. And people (within the show and within the fandom), label him as weak?? It’s so hard to hold onto hope. So hard. Fighting a constant battle against evil for the sake of others and still believing in pure goodness takes a hell of a lot of strength.

Scott McCall is an amazing person, and has been throughout the entire length of the show. Even if Scott is flawed (which he obviously is and always has been) that just makes him even more interesting. You don’t have to be perfect to be a hero. You don’t have to be perfect to be a leader. You don’t have to be perfect to earn power. You don’t to be perfect to be wirth loving and worth fighting for. Scott McCall shows that and has been showing that for almost five years now and y’all are still bitching about how ‘boring’ and ‘weak’ he is. What more could you possibly want out of a character?