do you fear my god now

Indecent Exposure

Art trade with @yunyin! Her request: a funny/awkward reveal where the kids come up with a code word/phrase in case they can’t transform and need to convince the other of their identity. And what’s funnier/more awkward than Ladrien?

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It wasn’t until the akuma trapped Adrien and Ladybug in the elevator together that Adrien remembered two things: one, his ring was back at the studio on the fifth floor, and two, he wore pants made entirely out of faux fur, and nothing else.

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Ugh, so apparently my most popular trending post at the moment is the one about racist homophobic “Karen” kicking her gay daughter out of the house. And the reason it’s trending is cause people are calling it fake, and citing the fact that I claimed “Karen” had been writing slash fic for over 30 years.

Newsflash children: You did not invent fandom, you are not even close to the ground level of fandom inception as you know it today. 

Yes, there was slash fic being written over 30 years ago, even longer so than that. They were called fanzines, and they were these things printed on paper, you had to sign up for them and theyd get sent in the mail to your houseAnd they were predominantly started by women over the age of 30 who wanted to talk to other people like them without the fear of ridicule for liking something for “silly” reasons like love and sex and all the other things we like about fandom.

People wrote about Star Trek, Star Wars (my god the Han/Luke slash wars involved people throwing gay fanfic onto Mark Hamill’s lawn)—pretty much any popular show at the time in the same way we do today, except now we have the convenience of a place called Ao3 and not being sued for writing fan content because yes, that was a thing that also happened.

As for the people just tagging on “this seems fake but okay” for the hell of it and talking about how no one would take in a queer kid the way Aunt Bee did? I’m sorry you are that jaded. 

I didn’t know when I was bitching about something personal going down in my fandom circles, that it’d get tumblr popular. I never know what the fuck I am going to post on this hellsite that will take off next, but it was real, and it happened. M is still living with Aunt Bee who has always been a dominant figure in the OT Star Wars fandom, looooong before Ao3 and even fanfic net was a thing. And she is known in certain circles for her overwhelming kindness and generosity. She was an internet fandom mom in the days of dial up and before, and it’s not my fault if you’re not aware of your own fandom history enough to not know who the fuck I’m really talking about. 

And no I will not post “proof” or give you real names so you can go find them, the fuck is wrong with you. These are real people with real lives and I am not about to go rooting around on people’s private facebook feeds just to score fake points on the internet. I literally do not give that much of a fuck about my blog to even try that. I shouldn’t have even been bitching about it publicly in the first place but I needed an outlet to vent that one of my oldest fandom circles was dying and was going nova in a spectacular fashion and tumblr picked it up and ran. 

And in the midst of all that, there was one small moment of genuine goodness in the world where another human being said all right no fuck your bigotry and hatred, your kid can come stay with me and did it. And while that might seem unbelievable to you and your own selfish values, people do these kind of things.

I can name five people off the top of my head here on tumblr who have helped rescue someone else from shitty abusive situations, and taken them into their homes and cared for them like their own family. 

The entire sum of the universe is not shit and desolation. 

And I’m sorry that you think it is.

Today, I fucked up... by thinking my friend was Satan for several years

Ok, so this fuck up actually occurred between 5th and 6th grade. I’m 25 now and this is still easily the biggest fuck up of my life…so far.

When I was in elementary, I made friends with a boy on the playground named Stan. Stan was a good kid. He was smart, loved to play, listened to his parents; you know, all the good stuff. Well right around that time, the Catholic church my family had been going to for several years brought in a new priest. This guy was one of those fire and brimstone type guys. You know, the kind of guy that would stand in the quad of his local state college screaming at the harlots and Jezebels walking by. This priest pretty much rewrote the Sunday School curriculum to put the fear of God into his children. Needless to say, my education in faith changed from learning about the Golden Rule and being kind to others to learning what Satan would do to me if I touched my ‘Holy Place’. That is the first time I had heard of this guy, Satan. I had learned about the Devil, lucifer, Adam, and Eve, but not this mean guy Satan. Now, you’re probably thinking to yourself “The Devil, Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub - they’re all the same being!” Yes, you are right. But to a very young child who’s only interaction with any of these names is in the antagonist of stories, I didn’t make the connection they were the same. Keep in mind, my previous priest was amazing. He understood that you can’t put fear into children and worked diligently to help us find the beauty within our own faith. This new guy was different. He wanted you to know early and often who and what Satan was. Unfortunately for me, I apparently had some sort of ADD/ADHD/Dyslexia (I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention) and confused the word Satan with Stan.

As you can imagine, I was very confused. How could Stan, such a good guy and friend, hurt people? The thought terrified me. From that moment forward I feared any wrongdoing in front of Stan as I thought he would punish me. I actively avoided him at school, to the point in which we stopped being friends. I kept my eye on him from a distance…just waiting to see what horrible things he would do to people. I never told my parents about why Stan and I stopped being friends and I assume they didn’t notice. This continued for a few years, until the summer between 5th and 6th grade. Stan and I ran into each other at our local pool. As I walked through the front gate our eyes met and I went white. My parents recognized Stan and his family and immediately went over there to socialize, forcing me to actually talk with him. That’s when it happened: Stan asked me why I don’t play with him anymore. So many emotions exploded at that moment and I shouted, in front of his family, “Because you hurt people who do bad things!” My parents, his parents, hell half of the pool just stared at us. All was quiet until my mother cleared her throat and asked me where I had heard that. “Mom, Reverend Endofdays said Stan punishes people who do bad things!” Everyone just stared at me, blankly. “Honey…[Long Pause]…I think you mean Satan.” It took several minutes, but I realized the extent of my fuck up. For several years I had been operating under the assumption that my friend was the King of Hell.

Fast forward a few years, Stan and I are still pretty close friends. Though he moved away after highschool, we still joke about this incident.

TL;DR: I thought my friend Stan was Satan for several years. I was wrong.

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Alright SJM fans let's get real for a minute about another series you need to be reading

The Kingkiller Chronicles, by my hero Patrick Rothfuss.

Oh? Never heard of them? Not surprising even though they’re BETTER THAN ANY OTHER FANTASY SERIES I’VE EVER READ. YEAH THAT’S RIGHT I JUST SAID BETTER THAN ANY OTHER FANTASY SERIES I’VE READ.

(Now ACOMAF is on par with TKC on a good day, but they are SO DIFFERENT the comparison isn’t really there… but I digress)

Do you like Harry Potter? LOTR? YOU WILL LOVE THIS SERIES. Two of the three books are out: #1 is The Name of the Wind and #2 is The Wise Man’s Fear.

You like world building books? Rothfuss spent YEARSSSSS writing these books, the world building is UNREAL.

Also MAGIC??? FEMINISM??? POLITICS??? EDUCATION??? ACTION??? ECONOMY??? ROMANCE??? ANGST??? MORE MAGIC??? MONSTERS???

And the CHARACTERS my GOD. You’ve got the badass protagonists who make stupid ass mistakes but then LEARN AND GROW FROM THEM. The innocent, quirky characters you would lay your life down for. The EVIL ASS MOTHERFUCKING CHARACTERS YOU WANT TO DIE A SLOW, PAINFUL DEATH. The mysterious characters you NEED to know more about. You got ‘em ALL.

Oh wait - quick segue - do you like Hamilton? Or In The Heights? Or Moana? Of course you do, they’re masterpieces. And what do those three things have in common? LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA, who JUST SO HAPPENS to be a massive superfan of The Kingkiller Chronicles and IS GOING TO BE THE CREATIVE PRODUCER OF THE TV ADAPTATION COMING OUT IN A COUPLE YEARS. THAT’S RIGHT. Not to mention that a song from Hamilton was actually inspired by a scene from The Name of the Wind - but I won’t say much more on that.

If you like fantasy and fun and badassery and character development and amazing friendships and romance and woke af writing?

READ THE KINGKILLER CHRONICLES.

Thank me later.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 6- First “I Love You”

Ok so for this one, let’s kind of pretend that s4 never happened. Yeah, I know, that’s hard to do! But honestly, I feel like any first ILY can’t really be believable if s4 happened and it’s set after that. Thank goodness for the non-canon category for this week’s themes lol! And I believe both @elennemigo and @fangirlhani were in favor of me writing the first ILY theme. Hope you guys (and everyone) enjoy what I came up with! Oh and thanks to @artbylexie for not only beta reading but also helping me come up with the setup of this plot. Fun times lol!;))


On Again, Off Again

Molly Hooper stomped up the stairs to 221B. Really stomped. The anger that coursed through her body was intense enough that it felt good to at the very least slam her feet on the steps as she climbed them.

She’d rarely been this angry.

“Sherlock!”

Molly stormed into his flat with fire in her eyes. There he stood, his safety glasses covered eyes looking a bit confused as he stood at his kitchen table holding a beaker with some unidentified fluid in it.

“Molly?” He looked her up and down in an obvious attempt at deduction as she marched in the room and tossed her bag and coat aside in preparation for battle.

“Sherlock, of all the deceitful, unfeeling, and insulting things to do…” she began, pacing back and forth with clenched fists. “How could you think to treat a friend this way?!”

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Liberty Pt.7


Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, surprise character!

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.

Warnings for this chapter: Hungover!Reader, kisses and tickling (fluff), violence (slight gore) sexual harassment, implied necrophilia (shit gets real guys im sorry) death, family issues, guns, daggers, threats.

Word Count: 3217

A/N: enjoy, put a lot of thought into this chapter, my head is spinning! I’m also taking the heading out of new chapters now to keep it tidier.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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“Y/N… Did your father ever tell you where that lullaby is from?” Bucky asked, he could feel the unwanted tears pool in his eyes.

“Mmm, he ne’er told me, why’d y’ask Buck?” You mumbled in your relaxed state.

“Doll… That’s a lullaby only pirates know.”

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You were fast asleep before you could hear the words, the hangover hitting you prematurely. Bucky shifted you off of his lap to lay on your side on the king size bed. He admired your sleeping form; hair mussed and fanned against the pillow behind you, lips parted ever so slightly, a light snore coming from your mouth. He chuckled before draping the covers over you and kissing your temple.

As Bucky shifted out of the bedchamber, he made his way to the main deck to Steve, Peggy, Sam and Wanda. Both couples were dancing merrily as Bucky approached them. Judging by his scrunched features, they knew something was amiss.

Psst, guys, I need to to tell you something, like, right now.

They all gathered to the galley, ushering the two men that were situated in there outside.

What’s happened? Is everything alright, James?” Peggy pushed, worried for the man in front of her.

I-I’ve just put Y/N to bed and, er,” Bucky stuttered, not knowing how to wrap his head around the subject, “she requested if she could sing me a lullaby, albeit it was actually her going to sleep, and… the one she sang, it… it was a pirate’s lullaby, thought some of the words were missing I recognized them perfectly. Her father is a governor, she told me herself- she told me her father used to sing it to her when she was a babe, her mother had died during childbirth.”  

It took a while for the group to adjust to Bucky’s confession, the thought of you knowing such a rare poem, known only to pirates, shook them.

Steve cleared his throat, “Surely there must be some coincidence? Maybe… Maybe her father heard it from someone whom he was traveling the seas with?” He pondered, and Peggy wrapped her hands around his arm, squeezing him with a smile.

Steve, always the man who had faith in the most unlikely people, even if he didn’t know them.

N-No, I wouldn’t think so. We all know Pirates sing those lullabies to their own kin, they don’t sing them when they’re wandering or in enemy territory, or anywhere off their ships, for that matter. There must be some sort of connection?” Bucky was pacing now, making conspiracies throughout his head and Wanda cleared her throat.

Oh, merciful God… Bucky, you do know who’s been missing for nineteen years, right? He hasn’t been seen by a living soul, he was only known by his pirate name. The Trading Company never caught him because they could never locate him, therefore they never knew what he looked like. My…My father told me-

Oh, don’t say his name. I beg of you.” Bucky cried, everyone’s eyes were on him. The realization and fear was written on all of their faces.

We have to think of a plan, Bucky,” Sam mumbled.

Bucky kicked a lone stool before rubbing his face. “You’re correct, Sam. We need to make a plan tonight, Steve, Peggy,” Bucky looked up at the tall blonde and short brunette, earning two small nods, “what are your thoughts on accompanying us to Singapore?

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The Governor stood by the large grandfather clock, the time was 8:46 pm and he was holding his daughter’s pale blue dress in his withering hands. He made his way to the main deck of his ship, where Peter awaited.

Sir, I swear. I haven’t seen her or two weeks. She didn’t say a word to me - like she would have - she would have left a note or a letter or a secret sort of hint. I’ve only just found her dress underneath my bed, a pair of pants and a blouse of mine have gone missing too. She only mentioned once - and this was months ago - that she wanted to go away and never come back. I’m sorry, Sir.” Peter stuttered, his fingers tapping against one another as the crease between his brows deepened. The young man was upset, worried, all the negative emotions rushing towards him full throttle like a tidal wave. He felt heartbroken because you were his best friend- his only friend apart from the mule that shifted the grinds and gears in the blacksmiths.

It’s okay, Peter, you didn’t know,” The man reassured him, patting him on the back. “Why don’t you eat something, boy? I’m sure you’re famished after all the interrogation, help yourself to some fruit and water.

Peter muttered thanks as he plucked an apple from the fruit crate.

I’d like you to accompany me, Peter, I want you to help me find my daughter.

It’d be an honour, Sir.

Let’s hoist the sails then, Mr. Parker.

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The sun had risen, the blinding rays blinding your awakening form. You looked at the small clock hung against the wall of the bedchamber and gasped; it was half nine in the morning, you were normally awake by eight.

You looked beside you to find Bucky’s side of the bed empty, the memories of last night’s rendezvous flowing through your head, the dancing the alcohol, the shooting the throwing up, all of it. But there was something missing, you felt, something important.

As you scrambled to get up, a throbbing pain occurred between your eyes.

Hangover.

So this is what it feels like? The effects of the rum from the party had definitely turned your brain into a whirlwind of blood, sending you straight to your knees with a small cry.

You suddenly heard footsteps coming towards the bedchamber, you looked up to see Bucky coming to crouch by your side.

Oh, sweet Jesus, Y/N, are you alright?” Bucky asked, his warm hands coming to lift you up and plop you down on the bed gently.

I-I don’t know, Buck. I just need some water…” You looked up at him. His eyes were surrounded by purple again, a dark shadow. Judging by his clothes, he hadn’t even come to bed last night.

I know that look, doll, what’s wrong?” The tall brunette kneeled in front of you, his hands gently rubbing at your bare thighs.

You didn’t sleep last night, why, Bucky? You know it makes you feel unwell.

I…

Come on, my love, spit it out. Tell me how you’re feeling and what’s on your mind.” You urged, your eyes still squinting because of the harsh rays of sunlight pouring through the small windows. You brought your small hands to run through his dark hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.

You’re going to have to take this in… carefully. Well, last night, you were absolutely smashed, no doubt about it,” You groaned at the words, scared that you did anything embarrassing. “you… You were resting your head on my lap as you were drifting off. You asked if you could sing me a lullaby,” You turned beet-red in embarrassment. “What you sang…fuck…” He rested his forehead on your stomach and breathed deeply.

Oh, someday this chair may be a boat for another pair and you and your baby will sail the sea.” He mumbled the words, the octaves of his voice slightly deeper.

Within this same rocking chair, and as we rock and hum and sing so you will go sailing too,” You continued.

And pirate dreams, with sweep and with swing, will take baby and boat and you.” Bucky looked up at you then, meeting your bright eyes. You felt the tears prick at the corners; your father had always sung that to you when you were small, and at times when you couldn’t sleep as a young adult and the realisation hit you. “Y/N… it’s a pirate’s lullaby.

I-I gathered that from the…the…” Your chest started heaving as the panic hit you. Was your father a pirate? Was he a wanted man? Was his name even his actual name?

Darling, shh, shh, it’s going to be okay. Now, I need you to listen to me, please, Y/N?” Bucky gently grabbed your face in his calloused hands, using his thumbs to wipe away the salty tears smearing your cheeks. “We’ll figure this out, but I’m going to have to ask you some questions- that’s if you don’t mind?” You shook your head.

Bucky crawled onto the bed and ushered you to sit on his lap, facing him. His hands pulled at your waist, egging you into coming closer to him, you obliged and shuffled up, your smooth thighs rubbing against the cord-like fabric of his trousers. You felt one of Bucky’s large hands rub up and down soothingly on your back and you relaxed in his touch.

Now, my love, I’ll probably only have to ask you about three questions.” You hummed in response, tears still slipping from your eyes. “Could you tell me what your father looks like?

You described him as a man with slightly tan skin, wrinkles upon his face, and when he didn’t wear the grey Governor’s wig, he donned a head full of jet black hair which was usually ties back. He sported a dark grey to almost black beard, always trimmed neatly. As you finished your description, Bucky inhaled shakily.

Did he ever mention to you about a ship called ‘The Queen Anne’s Revenge?’”

No, I don’t think he did.” You whispered, playing with the ruffled edge of the collar of his blouse.

There was once a pirate named Blackbeard. 19 years ago…He disappeared off the face of the earth, no one knew where he went, where he is at this very moment.” You furrowed your brow, trying to string things together in your mind. “Rumours spread amongst pirates that the notorious captain had found love in a woman of good fortune, she was a Lady, born not to royalty but to wealth. He wasn’t attracted to her money, but to her soul.” Bucky took a deep breath and continued his explanation. “His ship was the Queen Anne’s Revenge and when he disappeared, she disappeared with him, maybe she lies at the bottom of the ocean, who knows. But I must ask you this, Y/N. What is your father’s name?

Edward. Edward Teach.” You replied.

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Bucky felt as if his whole world had jolted to a stop, he felt the colour drain from his face as he heard the name fall from your lips.

Blackbeard, also known as Edward Teach (amongst pirates) was the thing all men feared aside the gallows. Bucky had never met the man, but his father used to tell him stories about the wickedness; how he could use his sword to steer his ship and maim mutineers with a flick of his fingers.

If it wasn’t coincidental, and Blackbeard was your father, everyone surrounding you would be in mortal danger. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

Bucky gently squeezed your hip, “Your father is Blackbeard.

“Is that… a bad thing?

Many people have fallen to his blade, he had no mercy, killed innocent men and women. Some say he was full of dark magic- that his sword was cursed. He attempted to take command of the sea, but failed, that’s when he went missing. Most pirates assumed he had been taken to Davy Jones’ Locker- but they were obviously wrong.” You took a sharp inhale of breath, pulling back to look Bucky dead in the eyes.

He’ll come for us, he’ll find us. My father didn’t really pay much attention to me after I turned 18- he arranged for me to be married to Commodore Zemo but-

Zemo?” Bucky choked, his turquoise eyes wide with shock and his mouth agape.

Yes, Baron Zemo… A weird man, really, do you know him, Bucky?” You questioned, hands still resting lightly on his neck.

Not personally, but we’ve had a few spats during my years sailing the sea. He tried to send me to the gallows once, I’m surprised you never heard.” You winced at the thought of Bucky being hanged. He looked at you then, a hand creeping its way to your face, a soft thumb rubbing your jaw.

He pulled you a bit closer as he placed a soft kiss to your nose. You blushed and giggled as he began to pepper kisses all over your face, the tickling feeling making you forget about the life threatening circumstances for just a few fleeting moments.

I must admit, waking up how I did wasn’t the best way to wake up, neither was the whole ‘your father is blackbeard!’ but, right now, with you? I can get through my day.” You murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Bucky’s lips. Your Bucky.

I’m sorry you had to wake up like that. Y’know, if I could rewind to the day you boarded my ship I wouldn’t have grabbed you by the neck and scared the shit out of you- if I heard what had been going on I would have been way easier on you than I was at the beginning.” Bucky admitted.

My sweet, I wouldn’t have it any different. I’m here now, I’m happier than I was back at Port Royal, I wouldn’t trade it for the most rarest gold on this earth.

Are you sweet talking me, princess?” You chuckled and then your smile faltered.

Er, have Peggy and Steve left?

No, actually, with all the whole… y’know, they’re accompanying us to Singapore.” He grinned as he saw your face light up. You done a double fist to the air and yelped when Bucky’s slender fingers tickled your soft sides, you were a laughing, fidgeting mess and he looked at you with the amount of admiration a smitten husband gives his wife.

You are truly beautiful, Y/N, are you sure you’re not a mermaid?” Bucky chuckled.

I’m not as beautiful as a mermaid, Bucky.

True, you’re way more beautiful.” Bucky began to tickle you again, making you fall backwards onto the large with a thump. Bucky laid by your side and held your hand in his whilst you both stared up at the ceiling.

So… what’s the master plan for today?” You mumbled.

Well, Peggy and Sam are going to teach you how to shoot properly until you can get the hang of it yourself. Steve, Wanda and I are going to inform the crews what is going to happen, or what could happen, hopefully there won’t be any backlash or mass suicide as soon as they hear the word ‘Blackbeard’

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The fuck do you mean Y/N’s father is Blackbeard?!” You heard Brock scream. You were on the quarterdeck of the ship with Peggy and Sam, firing a few rounds for practice. You turned back to Sam and he looked at you with a face and he mumbled ‘ignore him, he’s an arrogant piece of shit

Men! Listen to me!” Bucky yelled, clearly irritated at the hustling and bustling of worried and angered voices. “This has all happened so suddenly. Y/N didn’t know until I had to confirm it for her. She is just as shaken as we are!

The rest of what he said was white noise as you tried to focus on shooting. The small blasts in front of you the only thing you could really hear.

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Later that night, you had a small moment of despair and anxiety. Your father was Blackbeard. Your father was a murderer, a fugitive.

As you leaned against the railing of Bucky’s ship, you looked up at the stars. As a little girl, your father told you that your mother was up there somewhere, always looking down on you. But now you didn’t know what to believe, first your father not informing you about who and what he was, what if your mother was still alive?

You felt a stray tear slip down your cheek, you hastily wiped it away as you heard heavy footsteps approach you.

No need for tears.” The voice was gruff, and you instantly recognized it from earlier; Brock Rumlow.

B-Brock, er, what are you doing out here? I thought you’d be sleeping…

No time to sleep when Blackbeard has resurfaced.” He snapped, and you suddenly saw him flinch. You felt a cold blade being held against your neck as he pressed his front onto your back, squishing you between his tall body and the hard wood of the ship.

W-What are you-” You stopped speaking as the blade was pressed harder against your neck.

Now you listen to me, princess. I don’t care if you’re the Captain’s little slut, I will slice your fucking throat open, let you drain and then dump your body in the ocean for your dear father to find, after me and my friend Alexander have had a little bit of fun with you,” You could feel the pulsing behind your eyes and the burning in your throat as you struggled to keep the pained cries from slipping out. The words coming from his mouth were vile like nothing you heard before, you were disgusted and felt the familiar sensation of vomit rise in your throat. “I’m not risking Blackbeard’s blade again,Again? So this is a grudge. “and I know for a fact he will find all of us, probably massacre us all just to get his precious little daughter back.

By then you were shaking like a leaf, you weren’t going to get out of this.

Give me one good reason I shouldn’t shoot your fuckin’ nasty piece of shit head off your neck right now.” Sam’s thick accent growled. Thank goodness, you were saved. You were stupid enough to come out here unarmed.

As Brock turned his head, holding you still underneath his bulging arm, he heard a whirring surrounding his ears and red wisps of light swirled around his head and neck.

You move that blade one inch and I will crush the bones in your neck to dust, then I will gladly watch you suffer.” Wanda. It was two against one, but you were still at a disadvantage; unarmed with the sharp metal still held against the soft skin of your neck, right on top of the hard cartilage. Your life was in this bastard’s hands, literally.

Before you could think, a loud bang came from behind you, the sound of curdling blood strong in your ears and you felt the sticky texture of it and human tissue splatter against your skin. You felt the burly man’s body fall limp, the blade falling from his then clenched fist.

You whipped around on your heel to see Bucky holding a rifle, the face he held was murderous and his eyes looked almost black in the dim light, it was almost as if he didn’t look like himself.

Sam, fetch me Pierce, please.” Bucky’s voice was deeper than usual, yes, his voice would drop a few octaves when he was angry, but this was a whole other level.

Your world had stopped. Your hair and skin was stained with the blood of a man you had never provoked, you were a statue, stuck, unwilling to move, the stench of iron in your lungs.

And then everything was black.

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someone: oh my god were you CRYING???

me, not even 4 minutes after a full on breakdown: 

One Year

Synopsis: After Yoongi suffers a tragic death, he watches how his loved ones suffer because of his absence. He makes a deal with Death himself; he has one year to prepare his beloved ones for his inevitable death. 

Words: 5,296

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

- January 20th 10:35 p.m-

Yoongi doesn’t look at you, all he does is tighten his grip around the steering wheel and step on the gas petal. Instinctively, your hands grab onto the side of your seat, bracing yourself for the violent brakes and sudden accelerations of the car. You don’t understand why he’s driving so fast considering he knows how much you dislike it. After the car accident when you were a teenager involving all of your family you had grown traumatized of being in cars. Before today he would be considerate about that fear and would refrain from even going five miles over the designated speed limit. Today was a different story. 

“Slow down,” you do a horrible job of hiding the fear laced in your voice. Through the corner of your eye, you see Yoongi inhaling and exhaling violently. The vein of the side of his neck is pulsing, beneath the thin level of skin you can see the muscles in his jaw flex as he continues to grind his teeth. 

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anonymous asked:

y'know, I never thought I could hate a character more than I hate Umbridge but then Wanda happened. I just... can't. fucking. stand. her. And then it's Clint... and even Natasha who betrayed Tony and I just need a life and friends and hobbies bc I spend all of my time obsessing over Tony and wanting him to be cared and loved and ok and I just... I HATE THEM!!!

Listen… before I get on to the Wonderfully Infuriating Subject of Wanda Maximoff, I’d like to say that I have 99 problems with Civil War, and the characterisations of my Good Boys Clint and Steve make up a good 95 of them. Just be warned, this rant is long and whiny as fuck.

I honestly really disliked Clint in Civil War, which sucks because he’s my Dumpster Son and he deserved better than just being reduced to The Guy With The Arrows, you know? What were his motives??? He was retired, he was spending time with his family, and then he just upped and left because ..what…Cap batted his eyelashes? Like… he had nothing to do with the accords. Nothing. He probably didn’t even read them; I mean Vision asked him to consider what he was doing and he did this Really Cool Eye Flicker™ before just saying ‘yeah lol okai considered bro’ and I mean?? You have children??? 

And then of course, the scene on the Raft. It’s kind of amusing in an infuriating sort of way, because I mean this is basically Clint summed up in a short piece:

Clint: *Breaks Law* For justice :))

Clint: *Is put in jail for breaking law*

Clint: :0 :0 This is UNJUST!!!!

And I mean, he appears to blame 100% of everything that happened on Tony, which I guess one could do when they’re angry and imprisoned and their other friend is standing on the other side of the bars. I can kind of get that from an objective point of view..? But? No? He’s an adult and he broke the law? That is… that’s what happens? 

Of course, when he makes that remark to Tony about Rhodey, all hope I had for his Civil War character immediately burst into an inferno and propelled itself out of the top story window. That was unnecessary and hurtful and untrue, and it made me want to slap the shit out of him.


Now. For Wanda.

If you like her character, then that is completely okay, but I don’t advise reading this.


Because I despise her. 

It’s not really her character, more as the way she was written. She had so much potential, to do so much good. But her origins are F U C K E D up, her attitude is childish (despite the fact that she is an adult guys!!) and her general character is quite frankly that of a whiny bitch.

We first see her in AoU, when she is working for HYDRA, after voluntarily (Voluntarily!! working for a terror organisation you guys!!!) Signing up for experimentation that had killed everyone else before her.
I mean, that alone tells you something about her character and her thought process.

Next, we discover that a missile with Tony’s last name on it tragically killed her parents. This is sad. This is horrible and no child should ever have to go through that.

But then she decides that Tony Stark Personally Aimed, Launched and Fired it, and decides to go on a ten-year murder plot in order to kill him for it, and that’s where the sympathy stops. Right there.

I know this is a common example, but Imma say it again because it’s important. If my parents were shot and killed by a gun that had the word ‘Beretta’ on it, I ain’t gonna go after the fuckin gun company. Why would anyone??? It makes literally no sense at all and just paints her as a villain who’s also lowkey stupid???

She had years to think these actions through, and yet still she did them. It literally does not matter about whether she helped for like the last hour of the Avengers film because the literal entire fucking world was going to be destroyed, and she didn’t want catastrophe on that scale.

You know,,, she just wanted to murder Tony. And obviously, the Avengers are his buddies, so lets try and kill them too for no reason at all!!!

She… I mean… God, she subjected Bruce to his worst nightmare and had him tear through a populated city,,, for the sake of destruction?? She literally just wanted to cause pain??? And you can’t tell me no-one died because of that because… it’s a fucking hulk? She purposely twisted all the team’s minds, and let Tony take the sceptre because she knew he could hurt people with it because of what she’d planted in his head? It’s… it’s disgusting?

You tell me ‘she’s changed’ and ‘she’s just like Tony, she used to be bad but now she’s good’ or whatever the fuck, but let me tell you this: Tony never, ever wreaked destruction for the sake of destruction. He never went out with the sole intention of killing specific innocents. He built weapons to p r o t e c t, which is why as soon as he sees they’re no longer doing that, he shuts that shit down. 

Wanda never seems to learn that lesson. Even when, For God Knows what fucked up reason, they appear to make her some sort of avenger for helping them stop the world ending (that, you know, she helped cause), she still doesn’t understand that her job is now to protect people? Her motives are still… idk selfish I guess?

“i can’t control their fear. Only my own.”

Well bitch u know what. Maybe if u stopped running off and trying to tell everyone that you, an incredibly powerful individual with a past involving terror organisations, are ‘above the law and don’t need the accords’, they’d… u know… stop being scared of u…


Don’t even get me started on what she said to Tony. I’m done with this shit. But yes anon I’m sorry this was so long but essentially, I very much agree. Good day sir.

[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Wrath.

Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools. (Ecclesiastes 7:9)

Originally posted by stanjimiin


Why must He be so unfair? Why did He make them so perfectly? I had never thought that I would come to feel anger for any of my Fathers creations but I had. At one point in time he had looked at me the way he looks down on them.That anger I had towards them, Humans, had become my downfall. My Father’s last words to me as I fell from heaven were,

“Fools give full vent to their rage, but the wise bring calm in the end.”

Eyes breaming with tears, I fell from the heavens, to an earthy place, full of those who I despised, because of my sin, wrath.


It has been a year since my banishment and wandering this earth was painful until I met her. The light in my darkness. The embodiment of the perfection, which, I had despised, had become my alter.  I hadn’t thought that I would ever understand what my Father had seen in such fragile things, but she opened my eyes. She had been the only human being who tried to get close to me despite my insults, and cold exterior. That respect for her persistence quickly turned to a love of sorts. Now here we are, her body lain in my arms, as I slowly trace my fingers along her feminine curves bathed in sunlight.

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Bellamy Blake imagine: More Than Friends

Requested by @jazminblake (I am really sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this. Hopefully you will like it.)

Summary: Reader and Bellamy are close friends, but it doesn’t look that way. They act more like a couple. One day it makes Clarke, who is really jealous of the reader, confess to Bellamy about her feelings for him. But he rejects her and tells her, he loves reader. Then he tells the same to reader.

Word count: 2127


Originally posted by sassmastersarahkv

“What would this beautiful lady want to drink?” I rolled my eyes at a bartender, standing behind our makeshift bar. He kept flirting with me all the time even though I had made it clear it’s pointless.

“Just a water,” I waved him off not being in the mood for hearing his annoying voice.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 17: Troubled Waters

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Chapter Summary: Still reeling from having Brad back in the picture, you take the rest of the day off.

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

As soon as you made it through the door, you collapsed on the couch, your energy zapped. It had been such a straining day, and you wanted nothing more than to curl into your bed, and forget that the world existed. But your bed was too far away, and you settled for the couch, pulling a throw over you, and shoving your face into the arm.

Why did Brad have to show up? You were finally feeling free of him, and back to the person before he had so torn you apart, and with one appearance, you were now back to the shaking, quivering mess. Memories, or nightmares, flashed in your mind. Of fists flying, and boots landing on your stomach. Of bruises everywhere you looked, and mornings you were so sore you couldn’t climb out of bed. Then, there had been the verbal abuse.

Clutching your hands to your head, you tried to keep the thoughts away. You had thought with a new town, and a new job, you would have gotten away from everything. That you would have been able to start afresh.

Through your dark and dreary thoughts, you noticed your phone ringing. Taking a deep breath, you answered it, needing to talk to someone who would understand. “Tiffany?”

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From Awakening Osiris,
The Egyptian Book of the Dead:

45. Becoming the Child

In seafoam, in swirlings and imaginings I am fish, tadpole, crocodile. I am an urge, an idea, a portent of impossible dreams. I lie between heaven and earth, be­tween goodness and evil, patience and explosion. I am innocent and rosy as dawn. I sleep with my finger in my mouth, the cord of life curled beside my ear. Like a child in its mother’s belly, I am with you but not among you. I know no ending for I have no beginning. I have always been here, a child in the silence of things, ready to wake at any moment.
I am possibility.
What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible. When we speak in anger, anger will be our truth. When we speak in love and live by love, truth in love will be our comfort.
Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.
I am the word before its utterance. I am thought and desire. I am a child in the throat of god.
Things are possible—joy and sorrow, men and women, children. Someday I’ll imagine myself a different man, build bone and make flesh around him. I am with you but a moment for an eternity. I am the name of everything.
I’ve dreamed the nightmare a hundred times, that old revulsion of bone and flesh, waking in sweat, in a headlong rush toward the world, into the cool certainty of fires that burn in sudden stars, the heat in the body. That I am precludes my never having been.
What I know was given to me to say. There is more.
There are words that exist only in the mind of heaven, a bright knowing, a clear moment of being. When you know it, you know yourself well enough. You will not speak.
I am a child resting in love, in the pleasure of clouds. I read the book of the river. I hold the magic of stones and trees. I find god in my fingers and in the wings of birds. I am my delight, creator of my destiny. It is not vanity.
There are those who live in the boundaries of guilt and fear, the limits of imagination. They believe limita­tion is the world. You can not change them. There is work of your own to do. You will never reach the end of your own becoming, the madness of creation, the joy of existence.
Dance in the moment. Reach down and pull up song. Spin and chant and forget the sorrow that we are flesh on bone. I return to the rhythm of water, to the dark song I was in my mother’s belly. We were gods then and we knew it. We are gods now dancing in whirling dark­ness, spitting flame like stars in the night.
In the womb before the world began, I was a child among other gods and children who were, or may be, or might have been. There in the dark when we could not see each other’s faces, we agreed with one mind to be born, to separate, to forget the pact we made that we might learn the secrets of our fraternity.
We agreed to know sorrow in exchange for joy, to know death in ex­change for life. We were dark seeds of possibility whisper­ing. Then one by one we entered alone. We walked on our legs, and as we had said, we passed in well-lit streets without recognizing each other; yet we were gods sheathed in flesh, the multitude of a single spirit. Gods live even in darkness, in the world above your heads, in the crevices of rocks, in the open palms of strangers.
I am a child, the seed in everything, the rhythm of flowers, the old story that lingers. Among cattle and fruit sellers, I am air. I am love hidden in a shy maiden’s gown. I am the name of things. I am the dream changing before your eyes. I am my body, a house for blood and breath. I am a man on earth and a god in heaven. While I travel the deserts in frail form, while I grow old and weep and die, I live always as a child inside the body of truth, a blue egg that rocks in the storm but never breaks. I sleep in peace in my mother’s lap, a child mesmerized by sunlight on the river. My soul is swallowed up by god.
Out of chaos came the light.
Out of the will came life.

- ̗̀  silent hill starter sentences  //  vol.1  ̖́-

  1. ❛ the fear of the blood tends to create fear for the flesh. ❜ 
  2. ❛ when you’re hurt and scared for so long, the fear and pain turn to hate. ❜
  3. ❛ she’s lucky to have you. ❜
  4. ❛ a mother is god in the eyes of a child. ❜
  5. ❛ you’ve darkened the heart of an innocent. ❜
  6. ❛ you promised you’d take me there again some day. ❜
  7. ❛ well, i’m alone there now, in our special place… waiting for you. ❜
  8. ❛ you disgusting piece of shit! ❜
  9. ❛ you’re nothing but a waste of skin! ❜
  10. ❛ it doesn’t matter if you’re smart, dumb, ugly, pretty… it’s all the same once you’re dead… ❜
  11. ❛ do you know what it does to you? ❜
  12. ❛ the memory of his cruelty is forever burned into my mind. ❜
  13. ❛ you don’t understand. none of you do. ❜
  14. ❛ monsters? ❜
  15. ❛ they look like monsters to you? ❜
  16. ❛ that’s when i first had the nightmare. ❜
  17. ❛ i haven’t been able to get out of my room since then. ❜
  18. ❛ i can’t even get anybody to hear me when I yell. ❜
  19. ❛ the phone doesn’t work… the tv doesn’t work… ❜
  20. ❛ the windows are sealed shut. ❜
  21. ❛ someone chained the door from the inside. ❜
  22. ❛ how am i going to get out of here? ❜
  23. ❛ you’ve always been there for me, haven’t you? ❜
  24. ❛ bad dreams still keeping you awake? ❜
  25. ❛ i told you, a girl or two would go a long way. sleep like a baby with a chick in your cab. ❜
  26. ❛ guess i just don’t meet the right girls. ❜
  27. ❛ be careful what you choose. ❜
  28. ❛ hey, chill. you don’t see me bringing up your issues. ❜
  29. ❛ she hasn’t left you yet? ❜
  30. ❛ all the stores are closed or boarded up. ❜
  31. ❛ the town seems empty. ❜
  32. ❛ it’s complicated. ❜
  33. ❛ a lot of things have happened since you left. ❜
  34. ❛ i noticed a banner out front that said something about an anniversary. ❜
  35. ❛ i thought i remembered being here for it. ❜
  36. ❛ i guess it’s time we took that down, huh? ❜
  37. ❛ it’s like something’s not letting us move on. ❜
  38. ❛ we’re the ones who decide if we can live with what we’ve done. ❜
  39. ❛ why didn’t she take me? ❜
  40. ❛ evil wakes in vengeance. be careful what you choose. ❜
  41. ❛ fire doesn’t cleanse, it blackens! ❜
  42. ❛ look at this map, memorize it. ❜
  43. ❛ your memory may save your life. ❜
  44. ❛ let me do this! ❜
  45. ❛ i have to do this! ❜
  46. ❛ you burned in the fire that you started. ❜
  47. ❛ nothing can save you because you’re already damned! ❜
  48. ❛ i don’t talk to strangers. ❜
  49. ❛ what the fuck? what the fuck?! you saw that right? that was real? ❜
  50. ❛ what the fuck is going on? ❜
  51. ❛ i’m afraid she’s been hurt. ❜
  52. ❛ they used to say this place was haunted. ❜
  53. ❛ what’s it gonna be, city boy? ❜
  54. ❛ i can put you in jail or you can go home. ❜
  55. ❛ that’s your definition of justice, huh? ❜
  56. ❛ filth and lies! ❜
  57. ❛ she’s not here! ❜
  58. ❛ can you see anything? ❜
  59. ❛ we have to leave! ❜
  60. ❛ we are wandering far from refuge here… ❜
Till on his stage fright.

RH: You have a reputation for being shy. Is it always so painful for you to go out on stage?

Till: Yes. “Excruciating” is not an exaggeration. But now things are improving, I’m more used to the stage.  Though I  always worry about the concert. And what I do not like - thank God, it happens less and less often - is performing in small clubs: the audience is so close, it looks at you from head to toe, I feel like a victim of voyeurs who can see the fear oozing from the pores in my skin.

From a 2004 interview with Rock Hard.

Shadowhunters S2 sentence starters

“You think this is easy?! You know me, you know I don’t want to hurt anyone.” 
“I wasn’t lying about what I said. There’s something about her/him. I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
“I promise. If it ever comes to that, I won’t let him take you alive.”
“I thought I smelled cocky…”
“Isn’t it time we kissed and made up?”
“What’s this all about? I’m not complaining but…”
“I just thought we could take the next step.”
“It was all in the past! Ancient history. Right now, I’m here with you.”
“I don’t have anyone who cares about me.” 
“Oh my God! Is this blood?!”
“Look, I volunteered in a hospital and I know what real blood smells like.” 
“Have you joined a cult again?”
“Believe me, this wasn’t an easy decision. But you crossed a line!”
“The fear of loneliness has always been your Achilles’ heel.”
“You don’t do well losing those you love, do you?”
“Show some respect for the dead.”
“Well, you look like you could use a drink…and a towel.”
“We are your family now.”
“All these years of training and you’re just going to call it off?”
“I can’t…I can’t live without him/her.”
“Oh there you are! And there he is, my baby.”
“You have a target on your back.”
“Which body part? You know, don’t answer that!”
“Honey, there’s still so much you don’t know.”
“You really don’t get it, do you? You didn’t risk anything for me, you did it for you.”
“What? Are you seriously doing this right now? Right now?!”
“You experimented on me?” 
“Look, I am who I am. You are who you are. All the magic in the world can’t change that, so let’s just try to make the best of it.”
“Okay, I’ve actually never told anyone about this.” 
“That wasn’t your fault.”

Do not touch

Characters: Castiel, reader, Dean, Sam, Naomi

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Warnings: angst, blood, violence

Word count: 2181

Summary: the Angels kidnap you as an attempt to lure out Castiel so they can recruit him to work for heaven again.

“Stop!” You screamed as Naomi pulled your broken body through the warehouse. She had captured you as an attempt to lure out Castiel and the Winchesters, and she and the other angels didn’t hold back on hurting you.

“Stay still, Y/N!” She commanded, “stop struggling.”

You continued to walk with her into a room with a lighting fixture creaking in the ceiling above you as she forced you into a seat and tied you to it. Your wrists were bound together as were your ankles and your body was tied tightly to the chair.

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Mr. Cuddles | RL

Word Count: 2,105

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Lucas walks through the hallways at school, maneuvering around the sea of students as he tries to make it to his locker before the bell for last period rings. Today was the last day before spring break and his only goal was to make it through today so he could relax after school without any worries or cares and with his beautiful girlfriend.  

He quickly put in his locker combination, grabbing the rest of his things so he wouldn’t have to make another trip later, and begins to stuff his belongings into his backpack. The feel of someone sliding their finger down his spine catches his attention as he hears an all too familiar voice whisper in his ear.

“Hello gorgeous." 

He smiles and turns to see Riley standing before him. "Hello to you too.” He chuckles, kissing her on the cheek. Suddenly getting to class on time was no longer his first priority. “I missed you today.” He links their fingers together, swinging their hands back and forth as they make their way down the hall. 

“I missed you too.” She sighs, leaning her head against his shoulder as they round the corner. 

12th grade was proving to be their hardest year yet, in terms of their relationship. Unfortunately they had no classes together this time around and because of that they saw less and less of each other. However, because they rarely saw each other during school hours they always tried to make up for it by spending all their free time together when Lucas didn’t have practice and Riley wasn’t working at Topanga’s, that is.

“Practice today?”

“Coach Keller is out sick so, no.” He says, “Although I’m sure he’ll kick our butts and make us do double once he is back.”

“So you’re free today after school?” She raises her eyebrows hopefully. “Because I also happen to be free.”

“Really now?” He smirks, looking around before pulling her into one of the empty halls. He gently pushes her against the lockers, softly kissing her on the lips. “Is that your way of asking me to come over?”

“Is kissing me your way of saying yes?” She giggles, kissing him once more before playfully shoving him away before their caught.  

“I’d love to.” Lucas laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they continue their trek to class.

“Good because I have a surprise for you.” She teases.  

“What kind of surprise?” He perks up an eyebrow, more intrigued than he was before.  

“Guess you’ll have to come over and find out.” And with that she kisses him on the cheek and slips into her class.

Lucas smiles to himself until the late bell rings and he realizes he was all the way on the opposite side of where his class is. “Shit!”  

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Commitment

“Why are you afraid of commitment?” Reid asks as the two of you step out of your shared hotel room, the events of last night playing back in your mind. Lying together, talking into the darkest hours of night, the way his lips crashed into yours mid-sentence, the feel of his skin under your fingertips, his tongue and his fingers, his moans, the look in his eyes, the ecstasy. It had been the best night of your life, you gave yourself into your desires and feelings, but you knew that come morning things would be different. Reality and fear would settle in.

“Reid, you’ve been pushing this all day. I’m sorry I just don’t wanna talk.” you were different when you woke up, slipping out of bed quickly unnoticed. When the team assembled for breakfast you avoided Reid’s gaze and made an excuse every time he tried to talk to you. When Hotch sent the two of you to check out a location Reid began to speak of what had happened, you’d bring his focus back on the case and that was how the day rolled out: you keeping your distance.

As you and Spencer were making your way to dinner he asked about it once again.

“What is it, (Y/n)? Are you afraid of commitment?”

“I’m not.” you shrugged, keeping your face neutral as you were sure he was reading every single expression, no matter how small.

“(Y/N), if I… if I wasn’t good last night-” he stopped before finishing his sentence and you turned back to him, a frown on your face.

“Reid, that’s not what this is about. You were great, greater than I ever expected you to be honestly. Don’t doubt yourself, please.” you tried to make him believe your words because you meant every single one of them. You knew the genius was skilled at a number of things and though your imagination had wondered what he was like during sex, the real thing was a lot better than you thought he would be. You got addicted, you wanted more, you craved more. But fear held you back.

“Do you regret it then? Because 70% of hookups are regretted and if you want to forget about it, that’s fine with me. Even though it meant a lot.” he was speaking with the softest voice and your heart ached. You wanted to tell him how much you enjoyed it, how you dreamed of it, how you had never felt more beautiful. You opened your mouth but before you could speak JJ turned the corner.

“Guys, hurry up we’re all starving.” she laughed and the conversation faded. Dinner was filled with conversation and really hungry FBI agents, but Reid barely touched his food and remained silent as the night rolled out.

“You okay, Pretty Boy?” Morgan called and all eyes turned to the genius, yours included. He simply shrugged and nodded, an absent smile on his face that only you could decipher. You knew he was upset because of your behaviour and you cursed yourself for hurting someone you cared about so deeply. A few moments later, as the team anticipated to rejoice in dessert, Reid stands up and excuses himself from the table, saying that he was feeling tired and bidding everyone goodnight. You, however, knew different. Giving the team the same excuse, you make your way to your room and find him leaning against the balcony and letting the cool air enter the room.

“This is very movie-like.” you joked and stood next to him, turning your body to his but not getting the same response as he kept his gaze into the city ahead of you. He kept silent and you grew sadder and guiltier by the second until you decided to speak.

“You were right. I am afraid of commitment.” Reid turned to you and encouraged you to keep talking. “I’ve never been someone whose relationships were all roses and silky sheets, quite the contrary honestly. All the people I’ve been with only made me feel worse about myself.”

“You know I would never do that.” he interrupted.

“I know, I know. But I’m… afraid that if I let this happen, if we let this happen, that you’ll see that I’m really not worth being with and leave. God, Reid. Last night was incredible, I’ve been wanting to be that close to you since the day I met you. But there’s always that fear in the back of my mind, that voice that says it won’t work out and I’ll end up broken-hearted again. I’m so scared of being in love, Reid.”

You hadn’t noticed that he was now holding your hands in his, your bodies closer than before. His eyes were studying your face, noticing your shallow breath and a slight pout on your lips.

“If it helps, I’m afraid too. I haven’t let myself fall in love many times, or at least I’ve never wanted to do anything about it, but I do with you. I don’t want to spend a moment not loving you, how could anyone? Last night was the happiest I’ve been in a really long time, (Y/N). A-and today, the way you acted, I was so sure I’d messed up. I don’t want to push you to make a decision or jump into anything, but I do want you to know that it’s safe to be with me, because I won’t do anything other than love you and take care of you.”

As always, his words stirred something in you, made your insides twist and lit a fire in your soul. You weren’t sure how he had such effect on you but you couldn’t deny it. All you wanted was to take his doubts and fear away just like he wanted to erase yours. It dawned on you that you were two people who desperately wanted to be together but had been too hurt before to venture into something new. But it was worth it, he was worth it.

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