dont even start a 'debate' with me i will kill you

A Suicide Meeting

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning : Suicidal tendencies

Bucky Barnes sat leaning against the railing of the bridge. The water underneath was violent tonight. His fingers woven through his long chestnut hair, eyes tightly shut - Bucky was in pain.

He wanted to end it all.
He wanted to end it tonight.
But he couldnt find it in him to do so.

He was mentally debating his chances, when he heard it.

It was soft at first, and then it grew louder, more clearer. Bucky opened his eyes slowly, his fingers leaving his hair as he glanced up.

It was dark, but he could make out a figure by the opposite railing. When his eyes finally adjust to the darkness, he saw her.

She was sobbing uncontrollably, her voice cracking with grief.

Bucky sat open mouthed, watching her, almost feeling her pain, on top of his own.

“No…no…NO!” She screamed, before hurling her cellphone into the water.

And the next thing her knew, she was climbing the railing, and he knew this was his cue. He groaned, before jumping up from his position and running towards her.

Just as her hands left the railing, Bucky grabbed her by her waist, almost missing her by inches. She screamed and fought him, as he struggled to pull her back to the bridge.

“Let go !!” She screaming, her hands attacking him.

“Stop it !” Bucky shot back, pulling in one swift movement, and throwing her onto the brigde.

Breathing heavily, he watched her lying on the wooden floor, crying. He crouched beside her, not knowing what to do.

When she finally started breathing normally again, she looked up at Bucky.

“Why did you save me ?” She asked in a whisper.

“I dont know” Bucky said, shaking his head, and looking away. “I just couldnt -”

Bucky stood up again, and helped her to her feet.

“Are you sure you wont try that again?” Bucky asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

“You can never be too sure of that” She said drily.

“Lets get out of here before you get anymore ideas” Bucky said, turning to walk back.

It was so dark, they werent actually able to see eachother clearly, so when Bucky started walking, he felt her walking very close to him, her hand almost touching his.

They walked silently for a while before they reached a more lighted area.

Bucky glanced at the girl, and saw that she was quite smaller than him. She wasnt one of most beautiful girls he had seen, but there was something about her that made his insides tickle.

“Y/N Y/L/N” The girl said slowly. “Thank you, for what you did”

Bucky snapped out of his thought, and nodded.
“Im -” he began.

“James Barnes” Y/N said, her eyes not leaving the road. “I know”

“Well, its not everyday that people recognize me that way - they prefer to call me the -”

“You dont have to say it”

Their eyes met.

“Thank you” Bucky murmured.

He saw a hint of a smile on her face.

“Are you hungry ? We can stop for a snack” Bucky asked, stopping in front of a small cafe.

“Im starving ” Y/N said, nodding.

They entered the cafe, and gave their orders.

“What was the reason ?” Bucky asked.

Y/N blushed, and covered her face with her hands.

“I was stupid” she said, shaking her head. “So so stupid”

“That goes without saying” Bucky agreed, earning a glare from her.

“I ran away from home, with this idiot - whom Im supposed to be marrying tomorrow - ” Y/N began.

“Oh - what happened ?” Bucky asked.

“Well, he took off with someone else, breaking up with me over a text - and not to mention taking all my money”
Y/N said shrugging.

Bucky laughed.

“Im sorry, but seriously -”

“I already admitted I was stupid” Y/N said, her shoulders drooping. “I cant go back home, James”

“Why not ?” Bucky asked.

“Because I ran away !! And stole money from my step-mom !” Y/N said, her eyes wide. “I cannot go back and be Cinderella again”

Bucky nodded.

A middle aged waitress served them their food, and then the table was quiet, except for the occasional clinging and clanging of  forks.

“Seriously, this is the best Ive felt in days” Y/N said, smiling. “Thank you -again”

Bucky smiled.

“Dont worry about it” He said.

They were walking again, slowly.

“So, where are you going now ?” Bucky asked.

Y/N shrugged.

“I dont know” She said. “I have a friend here in the city. Maybe stay with her for a few days, till I figure out what to do”

Bucky remained quiet for a while. Then mustering up some courage, he said, “You can come with me, if you want. I have an apartment, I live alone”

Y/N stared at Bucky with her mouth open.

“I mean, I can understand if you dont want to - but if you do want to - you can stay for as much as you like - ” He was nervous, and he didnt know if he did it right - beacause he had never done it before.

Y/N was about to cry again.

“Im sorry - I -” Bucky took a step back, staring at the girl in front of him.

“Thank you, James ! Thank you so much ! You did so much for me, and you hardly even know me !” Y/N cried.

“Well, ” Bucky shrugged, blushing. “It comes with some risks…”

“What risks ?”

“I could go ‘Winter Soldier’ anytime” Bucky said, “I could end up killing you in your sleep”

“Oh please” Y/N dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Dont have much to lose anyway”

Bucky laughed.

“Dont be so bitter” he said, “You havent seen anything. Trust me when I say that”

“I trust you” Y/N said with a smile.

“Lets go then ” Bucky said, returning her smile.

“Hey, why were you on that bridge anyway?” Y/N asked, suddenly stopping.

Bucky gave her an embarrassed smile.

“For the same reason you were there” He said.

“How ironic”

Let’s talk about Moira Dearden Queen for a sec here
  • lived for five years believing that her insistence on doing the right thing led to her husband and son’s deaths
  • lived those same five years under Malcolm Merlyn’s thumb
  • Queen of SASS and also fucking BADASS omg
    • “I will burn your entire world to ashes”
  • loves her children so fucking much its obscene
    • willing to die for them (see: Slade)
    • willing to kill for them (see: Malcolm Merlyn, Frank Chen)
  • but also:
    • willing to lie her ass off to protect herself in their opinions bc they are all that matters to her
  • when Malcom Merlyn came back and started threatening her and thea shE CALLED RA’S AL GHUL ON HIS FUCKBOI ASS
  • also Queen of making impossible fucking decisions
    • has her own son kidnapped and tortured to protect him from Malcolm
    • has her second husband kidnapped when he starts to know too much bc the alternative was killing him
    • orders a hit on Malcolm Dickhead Merlyn bc she didnt see any other way out from his control
      • then when that fucks up she straight up heaps all the blame on her co-conspirator and gets him killed to protect herself bc she needs to protect her family and her family always comes first
  • SHOOTS THE FUCKING HOOD before she knew it was Oliver like damn you came closer to killing him than most of the major villains on this show
  • tries so damn hard to be good but keeps having to make these morally gray decisions
    • see: basically her entire season one arc
  • JESUS CHRIST she loves her kids
    • there is no room for debate on how much she loves them
      • she reveals the undertaking and her role in it bc Oliver asks her to
      • she pleads not guilty in her trial instead of taking the plea deal because her kids still need her–even though she KNOWS her affair with Malcolm will more than likely be revealed
      • runs for Mayor bc thea tells her she should
      • tries her damnedest to protect thea from Malcolm
      • ultimately sacrifices her life to save her kids
      • practically everything she does is to protect/please her family in one way or another

CONCLUSION: Moira Queen is a beautiful beautiful creature who deserved better and people dont talk about that enough. She was so damn well written and Susanna Thompson played her to perfection and so wonderfully complicated and ugh i just love her a lot ok???? why the fuck did she die??

(@phynali bc it was your tags on another post that made me think about this)

#244: You Meet At A Masquerade Ball


This one makes me really excited because it was different and original I couldn’t say yes fast enough when it was requested. @urbanstrangersfanfics was the one coming up with the idea in my DM’s and normally I don’t check those because of spam but god I’m happy I did!!! :-) x

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here 


“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Normally when hearing that sentence, it was assumed that the person never actually mean his words. It was something said out of habit without giving a single glance towards the person being bumped into, but when you both shared the eye contact you could tell there was something to it. “It’s alright.” You casually mumbled and fiddled with your dress, not really knowing what to say or where to go. You had been standing at the same spot for at least an hour now. He looked down at you with a blush on his cheeks by the otherwise little push he had given you in the shoulder and placed his hands into his blazer pockets. “I’m sorry I’m so awkward I’ve just been away from my friends and with all these masks I’m having trouble trying to find any of them. You know that feeling?” The way he was looking down at you with blue eyes that charmed their way out of his black masquerade mask showed that he was actually a little bit nervous but you didn’t mind. “I’ve been standing here in the same spot for too long now. My friend had the same mask as someone else but now I feel like I’ve seen the same beige one seven times.” You fiddled with the glass in your hand and laughed quietly when he giggled as well. The only thing that seemed to stand out from his mask was his curly locks and tall frame that with eyes, seemed almost magical. “Well while we’re both lost,” He reached his hand forward in invitation of a dance and nodded his head towards the dance floor filled with many unfamiliar guests, “How about we introduce our secret selves with a little formal dance?”


“Oh, no no this wasn’t supposed to happen!” He exclaimed with wide eyes and kept on almost apologizing, his hands fumbling around the back of his hair, “This is so embarrassing I’m not even shocked it is happening to me.” It had been less than seconds before he had gotten the chance to introduce himself to you that he in accident felt his mask starting to lose. It had been in a quick reaction that he placed his drink onto the table behind you and grabbed onto the mask to make sure he wasn’t revealing himself. It was all about the secrets, it was what the ball was about in the first place and he wanted the keep his anonymous identity. You stood for a few seconds debating with yourself whether or not to help because he was getting a little bit stressed, his inked hands shaking to get the mask wrapped around his face again. “Here, let me help you.” You couldn’t witness his helpless self anymore and leaned up to his tall frame to grab the mask from his rough fingers and tied a small knot yourself. He stood completely relieved by your help and cleared his throat when getting eye contact, letting you see the chocolate orbs of his. “I’m Calum, by the way.” He introduced in laughter, “Sorry about the panic. I just really adore the traditions of these kinds of balls and I’d be sad to do a complete fool of myself already before even getting the chance to introduce my name.” “That’s completely fine.” You replied and took a step back to see him fully, his hair wasn’t that short but he still looked great. “I’m Y/N.” You grabbed your drink and reached out to shake his hand politely, seeing him give you an award-winning smile.


”Normally I would never have the confidence to do this but since this is a night of secret faces I thought I had to do something different.” You looked up confused by the sudden guy taking a seat on the mini bar you had seated yourself at, eyes wide by his sudden gesture. “And must I admit your eyes are just as pretty as they looked on far distance.” A deep blush came to your cheeks by his compliment and he smiled gently, “Okay I’ve been drinking plenty of welcome champagne and my mask is white and made out of paper… But hey, at least I’m trying.” He ran a hand through his dirty blond locks and chuckled quietly at his behavior. “I think you’re very good at what you’re doing right now.” You giggled softly and swirled the olive around your glass of martini with a toothpick. He smiled to himself by your words and positioned on the bar chair so he could look over at the view of people dancing. “You were dragged here by your friends as well?” He questioned and played with the mask he was wearing, having the navy blue color. “Yeah I’m not really sure if this is actually my thing.” You admitted and hurried to drink the rest of your glass when he suddenly grabbed you down and pulled you from the chair. “That makes you my partner in crime of the night! I’m getting revenge on my friends for dragging me here by loosening people’s mask to reveal their faces!” You had absolutely no idea who this dude was but it was better than drinking alone and trying to get over the night. “And the best thing,” He announced, “We’re both masked. Nobody will ever find out that it’s us.”


“I’m gonna warn you already! I’m a horrible dancer.” Your eyes looked up dizzy by the sudden change of dance partner, seeing a curly haired lad stand in front of you with a black mask and hazel eyes. “But I’m gonna try my best just to make sure I don’t embarrass us.” He gently grabbed your hand and wrapped the other around your waist, doing his utter best to not fail. You giggled softly by his nervousness and bit down on your lip, you hadn’t seen him around. He was in fact doing very well, he had nothing to be nervous about. It wasn’t that you were bumping between other partners and his smile seemed to make everything ten times better. “I think you’re doing very well.” You admitted, seeing it become even wider and he looked down at his shoes almost forgetting his next step and knocked himself into you. “Okay I’m gonna keep quiet not to trigger it.” You exclaimed and he was quick to laugh. “I just gotta concentrate, mysterious girl.” He gave you an extra look as if he was trying to figure out who you were but truth was you had never seen each other before so giving up would be the easiest way. He had this expression that told he was trying his best but he only hummed. “If we survive this dance maybe you’ll be able to see my face.” A challenging expression came to his face by your words and he licked his lips carefully before giving your shoes another glance. That was definitely something he found interesting and he leaned down to whisper in your ear.  “Then I must prepare myself for something great because with eyes like yours it’s killing me not to see the rest of your beautiful face.”

anonymous asked:

Do you think Cas will get a happy ending? I used to be Cas' ending would be a choosing to be human thing but now I don't know. Not just the whole Billie thing but also Cas was involved in killing a child. There a certain things you just dont came back from and certain things show's won't have their main heroes do even in a fantasy setting -the protag can kill but he wont cheat, rape, or harm a child usually for example. :(

I didn’t feel like the episode was trying to tell us, Cas killed a kid and now he’s terrible, but instead, Cas feels responsible for the death of the kid, and he feels terrible, which really changes this from my perspective.

Dean killed a kid and it’s not routinely dragged out by the show to prove he shouldn’t be happy. I’m sure it’s tormenting him but narratively, that all disappeared when he got the Mark off into a sort of blob of generic terrible things he did under the Mark guilt, which wasn’t really that well explored either. At this point I’m sure they’re all writing it off as under mind control as a technicality, and not focusing on it like that.*

Sam drank the blood of a screaming nurse, killing her (a valued member of society with kind of a moral event horizon similar to killing children when it comes to listing innocents) - off screen, but it was Sam’s over-the-edge act that demonised HIS soul for all of 10 minutes at the end of season 4, and he only needed a season to repent for it all and stop Lucifer, and again, Cindy is pretty much never mentioned again. 

*Note: not interested in starting the debate about how culpable Dean is for the stuff under the Mark (or I guess Sam under demon blood and Ruby’s manipulations); just commenting on the way the show presented it. It’s probably under the same bracket as Sam trying to murder Bobby in 6x11. Everyone can feel guilty and horrible but for the sake of core characterisation it wasn’t their fault enough to drag them under with it, and in 3 episodes time they seem mostly back to normal :P

Anyway. Both of these actions were objectively worse and more terrible and actively detrimental to Sam and Dean’s moral fibre and our perceptions of them than anything they showed with Cas. I’m not just defending Cas because, idk, I like him more than Sam and Dean; I don’t hate either of them for these things (and if I like Cas more it’s unrelated :P) 

This episode was very careful to establish a villain who would evilly want to kill a child because he’s just plain awful (Ishim) and to contrast Cas to him repeatedly as a dark mirror to Cas’s character, AND use his actions of lying to them to make them enact orders that were emphatically described as part of the angel’s moral code, to trick the rest of the angels into being complicit in this murder. 

Even when Cas thought it was a nephilim and not a human child, this was his immediate reaction to the nephilim being killed - a being that he thought was an abomination and that should be destroyed by all the laws he upheld:

He flinches at the sound of a young girl screaming, despite all of that, there’s a part of him even then that’s not entirely okay with it - that same part of him that’s always been terrible at following orders and of feeling sympathetic or protective of the innocent and defenceless, which is his core goodness that makes him such a great character. 

This scene also directly implies that Cas murdered who knows how many babies:

Not always, angel. There was that day, back in Egypt, not so long ago, where we slew every first-born infant whose door wasn’t splashed with lamb’s blood. And that was just PR.

Well, I wasn’t there.

Oh, you were there. You just don’t remember it.

And the implication was that he resisted and rebelled there, and maybe even was controlled to do it just like Naomi forcing Cas to attack Dean in the crypt, as by that point it was established she could control his actions completely and use him to kill whoever she wanted (except Dean that one time - but the “first borns” thing is interesting to me anyway for the comparison). 

All of this is meant to horrify us but I don’t think it’s meant to show Cas has broken morality - instead it highlights that he has GOOD morality because of how he reacts to these evil actions and situations, and the fact both times it’s less that he’s made evil choices but that he never had a choice. He may not have had “true” free will until 4x22 when he finally chooses to rebel against heaven and no longer heed their orders, and to decide for himself what is right or not. Obviously killing Lily’s kid came way before that, so we have to weigh how Cas’s character evolved over season 4, the way it was shown Heaven manipulated out dissent and rebellion (Anna tells us rebellious angels will be killed) and gives us the sort of emotional backstory on what Cas would have been up against 100 years ago, following orders and believing completely in Heaven because what other choice did he have? The fact his orders in this case were a lie isn’t even a part of this line of thought - if it HAD been a nephilim, this is how Cas reacted and felt, and what he was up against convincing him he had to do it while he was basically in a state where he was unable to pretty much THINK dissent or more than vague uncertain doubts he didn’t give voice to until 4x07 (100 years later :P). Throw in their absolute and unquestionable law that nephilim are evil and must be killed, and of course the Cas we saw there is following these orders and could have seemed even pleased or satisfied that the child was killed, but EVEN SO, he flinched.

BUT looking at the wider picture, even that they were lied to on top of that somewhat diminished responsibility, I’d agree blood is still on their hands because they helped, but their actual intent to murder is completely diminished by Ishim’s actions because they didn’t know it was an innocent human child and obviously would not have gone along with it if they knew. As the only angel who survived to find out what Ishim had really done, Cas isn’t just in a place to question his orders and assumptions about it being fine to murder Nephilim on principle, but to feel betrayed, manipulated and coerced into the murder of Lily’s kid - obviously this is on a personal level away from how Cas actually talks to Lily about what happened. All he can do THERE is express how sorry he is and to admit her right to be avenged if she wants to, because of course whatever he FEELS about it, his past actions still helped lead to her child’s murder. 

This episode definitely gave a lot of room to ethically exonerate Cas of everything except what will be his conflict with the current nephilim plot - the duty/obligation/moral code from Heaven which dictates that they must be destroyed. And even that, he has to admit he’s now gained enough insight that even seeing it as a separate thing from what happened with Lily’s kid (since she wasn’t a nephilim, the ethical lesson about murder being bad technically doesn’t apply to actual nephilim) he WOULD feel some hesitation now, so the episode has even begun to shake his faith in that, even setting aside that tiny hint that our Cas has always been in there somewhere even when following these orders seemingly blindly. He was the angel who doubted.

I mean, there’s still a long and dodgy road to go about wtf the show will do with Lucifer’s baby, but this is a good sign that they’re edging away from killing it on principle, and it’s Cas’s principle that’s dictating that. So he hasn’t actually reached the same crossroads as Sam and Dean did when they murdered innocents, and he’s already had a strong lesson in questioning his assumptions, and what to do about nephilim. I think unless he decides to do it anyway, at this point your fears about him being unredeemable aren’t a problem yet at all.

At the moment I don’t feel Cas is in any moral danger in this way compared to Sam and Dean’s various bad moral slides, because he started in the uncompromising place, in 12x08 and flashback!Cas whose lines were pretty much all enforcing the idea from Heaven that nephilim are bad and need to be killed and so on, and now by the end of 12x10 this has been at least chipped at a little so far. I have some hope now that Cas will make the right choice, by whatever standards the show works on (this whole thing is really ethically messed up when it comes to the Lucifer baby stuff so idk how much that will relate to what fans think the right choice will be and people with different opinions in general will react differently to what they do, I guess.) But at least by the show’s apparent rules for the characters and whether they’re being presented as good, bad, redeemable, in danger of moral lapse, they’re apparently trying to show us Cas changing and learning and hoping to find another way to deal with it than the old, absolute rule of Heaven he was trying to enforce. Which is all a positive sign that he WON’T go down a bad road and kill the kid and end up in this place where it affects him in the long run…

I hope :P 

I don’t know if Cas will get a happy ending or not because they’re really messing around filling time on a show they know at the moment they can write as if it will never end, but Cas has clear goals set out for happiness and belonging and a sense of home, as well as obstacles to stop him getting there, settling in, and then being in a place where he’s achieved all his goals before the end, and then obviously has to have terrible stuff happen to him to take it away again because that’s not how things work in stories >.> So these delays on Cas getting what he wants are good because obviously they want to hold something back for him to aim at.

But I definitely don’t think Cas has been damaged beyond the point of ethical redemption or deservedness of a happy ending.

I DID in my watching notes, when Ishim was talking about tearing out Lily’s heart because she broke his, and went for her daughter, immediately link it to when by Cas’s POV on being heartbroken by his family turning on him and refusing to help/believe in him/trust him in 6x20, he then goes off and breaks Sam’s wall to slow up Dean from stopping him. Obviously that’s a really exaggerated bad example I just made with a lot of character slander to compare what Cas was doing to what Ishim did. BUT it was his one big, truly “unforgivable” action in the narrative. 

Dean acts as the shows moral compass, and often/mostly has the final say on ethical issues like this, determining who is good and bad (and if he’s wrong, it’s on his shoulders to deal with that - 7x03 was the last episode I watched this week working through the show with my mum, and of course the next episode after that is the judgement one where Dean’s heart is weighed, and blah blah off track here but Dean’s moral judgement is really important on the show). DEAN FORGIVES CAS for hurting Sam. It’s an almost miraculous recovery because to Dean hurting Sam is just… the absolute worst thing you can do. Dean is otherwise the sort of person who would advocate shooting their own grandfather for betrayal, but after Cas does it and inflicts the worst damage on Sam we’ve seen anyone go through in the whole show… He lets Cas back in and accepts his attempts to redeem himself. Cas’s season 7 redemption is one of the most important stories on the show for him or Dean or even Sam when it comes to personal relationships… I like to just randomly watch Cas’s season 7 episodes and bawl at the screen :P 

Anyway, Cas went right over the moral event horizon in 6x22, but he was brought back already, years ago, and like Sam jumping into the cage to atone for season 4, has been morally recovered, in a way, for a very long time. He still feels some guilt for it but the narrative (which blurs with Dean’s opinion :P) has forgiven him. Sam and Dean are initially horrified by Cas’s story in the middle of the episode, but don’t reject him and the final conversation is positive, with them discussing that change and hoping for a change with their next decisions.

(still not sure what’s up with Dean and the Mark and all that, but as I said… rug sweeping :P But yeah, Dean is the character always talking about how they go down swinging and doesn’t see a happy end, and I do think he doesn’t think he deserves one, just that exploring any of the reasons why has all been suppressed by him, so it’s not being dealt with >.> He’s probably got a list of reasons dating back to when he was four years old. Whether HE gets the happy ending is something they’ve been poking at for years, and when that starts getting properly addressed, we’ll know the show is nearly over :P)

consider this: SMH & one direction

i just wanna talk about smh and 1d ok im so sorry this wasnt supposed to be this long i have no control 

  • dex grew up with sisters (let me have this he has a bunch of sisters ok) so not only was he completely unable to escape one direction he was not allowed to get away with any sort of ‘bands that have mainly young female fanbases are not real music’ misogyny that lots of teen boys and adult males have 
    • so he likes 1d he doesnt advertise but he had to listen to them a lot so he knows their entire discography and what they have some good songs ok bro 
    • so yeah they find their way into his workout playlists so fucking what man they’re fucking hype songs 
    • his fave is niall bc hes chill and just wants to drink beer and play his guitar and listen to dad rock and he’s irish (dex is irish and is grandma loves niall bc she’s irish and what a sweet young lad) he’s not like die hard niall stan but he knows all of the 1d discourse from his sisters debating (im willing to listen to other opinions my back up is louis bc hes a punk) 
    • he save up one year (and got help from his fam) to get tickets for his sisters to see a wwa concert as a birthday/christmas/every holiday present bc theyre expensive and they dont have a lot of money 
      • his mom technically bought the tickets he just helped pay for them and the girls surprised him with a ticket for him to come with (mama poindexter: well i cant let them go alone who’s gonna watch them you have to go make sure they dont get arrested for doing something stupid) dex played it cool but it was such a fun concert and so fun to hang out with his sisters tooo
  • nursey now is a goddamn hipster u cant tell me he isnt into a bunch of british alternative bands and bc of his brit music phase he knew about one direction from the very start at the x factor stage (he definitely mentions this all the goddamn time when they start becoming popular but he chills out through the years)
    • hes been to at least one concert for every tour (he even got tickets to the madison square garden show) - he went to every concert with his sister but it was his idea to go and she was just there to keep an eye on him
    • also a big reason he got into the band was zayn like heres a pakistani muslim boy who’s super talented with these white dudes and that representation is super important (i also hc nursey as muslim or at least partially but zayn is a brown muslim boy killing it so yeah its awesome) 
    • but nurseys fave tho is harry especially when harry is a total hoe with long hair and jewelry and those red carpet looks like nursey is in love but also in awe bc those sparkly boots and that floral suit like those are iconic Looks™ and nursey loves it bc gender isnt real and he loves hoe looks (zayn is like 1.5 tho bc nursey is in love)
      • nursey tries to serenade dex with little things one day when they’re chilling by the pond on the grass and dex punches him bc nursey is making him emo even when he knows dex doesnt have emotions (in public in front of people who can see him cry)
  • bitty likes them they’re no beyonce but theyre fun and attractive and yeah hes gonna have some fun dancing to them he isn’t really up with all the drama and disc*urse until the boys have 1d nights and they watch this is us and the concert dvds bc he learns a lot 
    • he loves 2013 era harry and all the time liam (that boy is thicc and bitty 100% does not swoon)
  • holster like come tf on holster loves them he unironically and passionately loves one direction completely unashamed he does not care for your opinions and no one makes fun of him bc he’s a 6′4 fucking big ass hockey player who could drop kick u across campus if he wanted to
    • he claims he doesnt have a fave but he would die for all of them 
    • his fave rotates seasonally and he has a different fave for each era 
    • he went to the tmh tour and he’s gone to every tour since - he goes with his sisters bc its a bonding topic for them he sits at the edge of the floor or at the end of a row on the sides bc hes so tall he feels so bad and he tries to stay out of the way of the little girls behind him but hes nice to them and talks to them and so they like him even if hes a giant
    • but really he and his sisters are so close bc they have a lot of similar interests and they talk about pop culture stuff and its hard to keep intouch when hes away so much but they have group chats about 1d and tv shows and stuff so its so nice for them to keep up a strong bonding time 
  • ransom is a britney bitch and holster dragged him into 1d. he’s in it for the memes and the drama really. (he likes the songs and thinks its fun but he wouldnt have been a fan and gone to concerts if it wasnt for holtz)
    • holster takes him to the wwa concert and they have a blast 
    • holster also drags his ass to see this is us opening night (they both cry)
  • chowder just loves everyone and he doesnt understand why people hate 1d (or other pop artists with majority young female fan bases that ppl hate bc misogyny) when theyre so fun he’s not an active /fan/ until smh has team bonding nights involving one direction jam sessions and concert dvd watching and drunk history
  • on such 1d nights they put on one of the dvds and it accidentally turns into a drinking game (mainly drinking bc this part of my god did u see that !!! THAT NOTE CHANGE !!!! and ZAYN WHY !!!! and other painful parts) and some of them *cough* nursey dex and holster *cough* get possibly the most drunk they ever get bc of this 
    • theres loud awful drunk singing along and some sobbing (this is definitely not based off of any sort of personal experience whatsoever nope never done this before) 
    • after the movie when everyone is so drunk they talk about 1d history which is how the veterans teach the others about the exciting drama and disc*urse  
  • lardo is a bad bitch who is tough as fuck and manages a division I mens hockey team and every single one of them is afraid of her. AND she would not let any bro tease her for liking one direction bc why the fuck not. 
    • she has plenty of their songs thrown in arting playlists and in pump up playlists 
    • and she knows theres nothing better to cheer holster up when he’s having a rough day than a 1d dance sesh 
    • dont forget where you belong is the first song on her team bonding playlist bc its a love song to ur bandmates which transfers very well to love songs to ur teammates 
  • shitty unapologetically loves 1d and boy bands and girl bands and he supports all things that young girls love but are not taken seriously bc girls like them 
    • he’s written at least 3 papers/projects on the misogyny surrounding young girls and their interests and involvement in fandom and also boybands (he tries to fight all guys who disrespect girls’ interests and the power of teenage girls)
    • he’ll randomly show up to a 1d night bc obvi he’s in that gc and he’s ready to party and express emotions and dance and talk drama 
    • he loves harry bc “THAT FLOW MAN!!! HIS FLOW IS SO SICK!!!”
    • he cried when harry posted the pic of the hair he chopped off and cried when he saw the another man shoot where harry was defying all sorts of societal norms it was beautiful and his flow is still so nice even this short its ok it’ll grow back better than before
  • one friday night the lax bros sneak over to try to prank the haus and peak in the window and see half of the hockey team in the living room drunk off their ass singing loudly to a one direction concert on the tv - holster and nursey jumping around attempting to dance along, ransom clinging to bitty on the floor crying about a ‘hiatus’, bitty soothing ransom, dex forgetting about the drink in his one hand to drink rum from the bottle, shitty naked (not surprising) and slow dancing with a life sized cut-out of harry styles with tears streaming down his face (more surprising), and chowder lying on the couch singing through mouthfuls of pie 
  • they walk back to the lax bro house without executing the prank and they never mention it again

ok so colin white, luke kunin, casey fitzgerald and charlie mcavoy on the usa world juniors team did this facebook live thing for spittin chiclets (this boston hockey barstool sports thing) and i ended 2016 and started 2017 watching this video which i dont regret and was genuinely losing my shit cuz it was so funny so here are some highlights:

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anonymous asked:

Ok ok ok imagine Andrew & Neil going on one of their night drives but then the car stops in the middle of bloody nowhere & their phones aren't working anymore & they aren't sure where they are but Neil, the idiot that he is (+)

(+) decides to cut through fields & forests to get to the village & they end up even more lost than before

In Which Andrew Regrets Falling Asleep While Neil Drove

  • Andrew and Neil were not getting sleep tonight.
  • There were a few factors playing into this. The first was that their air conditioner was broken in the middle of summer.
  • The cause of breakage? Neil and Kevin had been practicing Exy outside when Neil got distracted mid throw and scored….right into the air conditioning unit.
  • When Neil asked Andrew if they should go get some fans in the meantime, Andrew just stared at Neil silently for a moment before saying, “You deserve to suffer for this,” and walking away.

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She’s Gone

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Pairing: Negan x Reader, Negan x Julie (OC wife)
Word count: 1,135
Warnings: Swearing, slight angst

Part 13 of Runaway

You and Negan seemed to skirt around each other. When one would take a step towards being more, the other took a step back, and Gabby was in the middle- the bond that held the two of you together.

For your birthday he was able to find you a copy of your favorite book. It was only a few months after Gabby’s first birthday, and you were still reeling from him giving you a necklace. Which you didn’t even have anymore. Negan had realized it the first day you were awake, and you were devastated. You didn’t know that Negan had Jack looking whenever he had free time.

For her second birthday, Jack and a couple of the other guys did their faces up like clowns. It was sweet, but kinda creepy. Gabby loved them, though. Once again, you loved seeing how everyone wrapped her gifts up. Once again, the night of the party, he surprised you. With the necklace you had been so sad to lose, and a simple silver ring. You wore it on your right middle finger, and rolled it with your thumb absentmindedly.

Her third birthday was out in the backlot, playing hide and seek, and tag. Her laughter echoed through the trees, making you smile. “She’s got some energy.” Negan chuckled as he stood next to you.

You nodded. “Yes, she does.” You chuckled. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t get your temper.”

He laughed. “Same goes for you.” He smirked. “I ain’t the only one with a temper.”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “Alright, Gabby!” You called out, moving forward a bit. “Time to get cleaned up for bed!” You watched as she stopped where she was running and looked over her shoulder at you. Her hair was getting quite long, and still held it’s curl. No matter what you did with, by the end of the day, it was loose and fairly wild.

Gabby debated bolting back into the trees when Negan’s voice broke through the air. “Gabriella Harmony. You heard your mother!” He raised an eyebrow at you when he heard you chuckling. “What?” He asked, curious.

You bit your lip, smiling. “You’re such a dad…”

“Are you just now realizing it?”

“Nah, but now you sound like one.” You shrugged.

Gabby same up, smiling at Negan. “Sorry, daddy!” And instantly, he melted.

He picked her up, pecking her cheek. “You know I can’t stay mad at you, princess. Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” She wrapped her arms around his neck like she always did. Negan glanced at you. “Take some time for yourself. I’ll come by when she’s asleep.”

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Pieces of Paper

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1303

Summary: Your in a bookstore and run into someone unexpected

A/N: so this is my first Steve fic! I really enjoyed writing him and I really hope you guys like this story!! (If enough people are interested I might write a part 2 of this! Let me know!)

Originally posted by luvinchris

The bookstore, you sigh as you walk into the building taking in the walls lined with books, and the scent of both new and old inked pages filled your nose. The small independent bookstore inside of Brooklyn was your home away from home, whenever you were out and a wave of anxiety decided to wash over you made a B-line for the place that held millions of worlds to take you away and make you the hero of a story. Without fail the kindly old man at the front desk and the perfectly imperfect aesthetic calmed you down from even the worst experiences.

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JANUARY: Crating your dog makes you white | if you buy a dog from a breeder you are actual trash* and spinoff meme Team Trash 2016 | referring to female dogs as bitches is demeaning to women (but misgendering people who do it is apparently okay)

*and white

FEBRUARY: Rumor drama from 2015 makes a thrilling comeback at Westminster | user is snubbed by borzoi breeder, sparks massive debate | if you get another dog you’re evil, neglectful, an animal abuser, etc.

MARCH: “He looks like he has hip dysplasia” | if you get attacked by a loose dog it’s your fault for not spaying yours | in an unexpected plot twist, the perennial “carpet mills are abusive” drama turns a sharp 90 degrees and becomes “your dog is debarked even though you say it isn’t :)” drama | the Cesar Millan pig incident | Crufts brings in a bountiful harvest of EVEN MORE GSD DRAMA | “supporting dog breeding is worse than supporting the holocaust” | the Concerned Dog Mothers Against Aversive Training debate makes a comeback | Cesar Millan makes a tumblr | Victoria fucking Stillwell | fucking ecollars | 

APRIL: Is YOUR wolfdog gonna kill a pomeranian by playing too hard? Dogblr discusses | lizard on dog drama | I don’t do anything to my dog that I wouldn’t do to a child drama | dogs are dying of horrible diseases and that makes you a terrible person for caring about drama drama | are rally and BH real titles? dogblr discusses in a reasonable and compassionate manner lmao sike it’s a bunch of fucking anon messages | nail shaming | the usual ear cropping drama, but more racist this time

MAY: Korean meat dog laws & Western privilege | remember that fucking time a bot or smth copy pasted that huge all caps animal rights rant on everyone’s posts well fucking be grateful I’m not copy pasting the entire thing into this spot because I was SO tempted | sighthounds are starving and abused unless obese and if you don’t agree then you’re forcing eating disorders on dogs 

JUNE: I spent late May and early June in a state of severe depression so deep not even the sweet siren call of internet arguments could rouse me, so its possible i missed some stuff here | Perhaps the last bastion of sanity in dogblr, athreegermansproduction, leaves after getting sick of the constant drama, possibly prompted by yet another argument over training methods. True to form, dogblr experiences the first three stages of grief immediately and simultaneously | the statement “a camera is different from a show lead” is met with controversy


AUGUST: “Google German Shepherds;” are-breeders-ruining-dogs drama returns | pit bull discourse 

SEPTEMBER: That person who reblogged any post with a prong collar/choke collar/chain martingale with the exact same copy pasted spiel about how they were abusive but people kept trying to argue with them regardless causing my soul to slowly depart my body | idk there was probably more but school started and i fell into a depression/anxiety hellspiral. i think somebody else dissed on rally or something at some point but i was too busy crying or whatever the fuck

OCTOBER: yeah i ran out of steam on this post but a bunch of “don’t use a prong collar on your dog” posts started circulating again causing, in a twist nobody who has ever interacted with a dog training enthusiast for 5 minutes of their life could have predicted, an upsurge in posts by both sides along the lines of either “all aversives are bad” or “not all aversives aren’t bad,” both introducing some truly Hot and Fresh new arguments, none of which had already been hashed out 6 million times on this hellsite. im so fucking tired. also montreal banned dogs or some shit idfk. | THE FUCKING DOMINANCE AND NEUTERING DRAMA why is 99% of dogblr drama just some uneducated rube outside dogblr saying some inflammatory adopt dont shop/snip your pets/positive reinforcement type shit, with absolutely no way of knowing that dozens of unbelievably articulate and loquacious strangers, all of whom have a deep-seated resentment for anyone who comments on the state of their dogs genitalia, are about to crawl six feet up their ass and that their life will know no peace until they officially rescind their opinion or delete their blog

NOVEMBER: wasnt really paying attention for this month if any of yall want to share any treasured memories™ of november drama feel free 

DECEMBER: i was gonna leave december blank too but there is drama going down AS WE SPEAK and if i don’t document it for future generations, who will? how will i look my reflection in the eyes after publishing the dogblr drama masterpost if i leave out the new years eve drama? who am i? those are questions im not ready to answer and so I give you the last dogblr drama of 2017. im not 100% on whats happening because i just woke up from a nap but so far it appears thus: a dogblr user gave a non-dogblr(?) user well-meaning but apparently unsolicited advice on working-breed puppies, and from there the situation rapidly devolved into a shitstorm of baiting, name-calling, personal attacks, blaming people for brexit(?), gatekeeping accusations, etc. how will it play out in the end? GUESS WE’LL FIND OUT IN 2017!!! happy new year, dogblr! stay golden

Secrets Unfolded (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Character: Matt Murdock

Word Count: 2,514 (Sorry it is a lenghty one!)

Warnings: Fighting, injury and blood

Requested by Anon: a matt murdock x reader where the reader is a vigilante like matt but they dont know about them both being vig’s so when the run into each other they get in a pretty bad fight? And this ends in fluff please?

A/N: So here it is! I feel really proud with this one yet I don’t because I feel like the ending is a bit rushed. I hope you guys enjoy!

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A king???!!! T'Challa x reader

Summary : you’re head of IT at Stark industries and one day you meet king T'Challa who Tony brings along as a surprise. First time writing T'Challa..

You huffed in annoyance as you glared at the computer and then pushed your chair away from your desk in frustration, twirling a pen in your hand you wondered out loud “ what happens if I stab myself in the eye with this ? Will I die ? Will that end my miseries ? ”

“Uh uh ” you heard a voice let out only to look up and meet Tony Stark , aka the reason you’re so miserable right now “it’ll me hell painful and it’ll take me a while to find someone to replace you ”

“But Tony ” you groaned “ this is terrible. I mean I cannot do this and neither will the software be developed before your launch day and I will die and I’ve reached the point where I want to gauge out my eyeballs with spoons and go home eat some cheap oily food and sob ” only to hear Tony chuckle in response.

“How nice of you to share that with us , sweetheart ” he said and your eyes widened. “Us ? ” you asked and Tony nodded grinning “Me and my nice friend here , King T'Challa ” he said and your eyebrows knit in confusion whilst Tony pointed to a stranger standing in the doorway. A very attractive stranger you noticed.

“Um King ? Is that like a title? Like are you a musician ? Like Prince ? ” you asked and Tony let out a loud laugh

“No dear “he said “this is King T'Challa of wakanda ” “Wanakda ?” You asked, frowning in confusion “is that a music production company ? ” and Tony started laughing like someone tickled him

“[Y/n] remember that King I told you about who I happened to know ? ”

Realization slowly dawned on you and in your moment of triumph of remembrance you blabbered ,“the guy who dressed like a cat and tried to kill Steve’s assassin boyfriend ?!” And then you gasped realizing what you just said .

Tony stared at you and sighed “you did it again didnt you ? ” you squeaked a little and nodded “ (Y/n) , we talked about this , there are some things you keep inside your head, okay ? ” INSIDE YOUR HEAD , (Y/N) “you whisper screamed.

“Dont mind her , she doesn’t have of a filter or a processor or anything in between, really ” he drawled , gesturing to you and t'challa waved his hand dismissively and you wondered how he managed to look so elegant doing something so mediocre “All technicalities considered ” he spoke , his accent thick and quite frankly , very beautiful “she is right ” and you sighed internally “Boy how cute is his accent ” you thought.

“Well this is (y/n) (Y/l/n) our head of IT and our miracle worker ” Tony nodded towards you and smirked “ and as you may have caught up,(y/n) this is King T'Challa ” he finished gesturing towards the king.

“ how does one greet a king ” you wondered “do I like bow or do I fall to my knees in front of him , wait that’s kinda dirty I don’t wanna make him think I’m seducing him or anything which I wont mind because damn , FOCUS (Y/N) FOCUS !!!” You probably looked really funny during your inner monologue , with your head tilted sideways , your brows knitted in confusion and staring directly at T'Challa “Such pretty eyes” you mused , lips curving upwards.

Next to you, Tony cackled and even T'Challa smiled a little and you shook your head to snap uourslef out of your daze.

“I bet she’s debating on how to greet you ” Tony wheezed and you swore at that moment you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole and that Satan himself would appear and take his favourite spawn , Tony Stark with him. You groaned in embarrassment and covered your face with a hand to ashamed to face a king who you called a cat mere seconds ago

But , to your surprise , he reached forward extending a hand and smiling a dazzling smile.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, I’m King T'Challa ”


Red Thread

A/N: Possible that some elements may appear in a future story. It turned out longer than I thought. No beta, sorry if its messy, part 2 is coming. sorry for the spelling errors.

Pairing: Hanzo/fem!reader

On humans 18th birthday, they started to see the red thread that guilds them to their soulmate. Most people would meet their soulmate before the age 25, but there were some cases that left them up for debate. 

On your 18th birthday, like everyone else, it had jumped with so much excrement and ran to the kitchen to show it off to our parents.

“Mom! Dad! Look” you shouted with complete joy. 

“Did your thread pop up?” Your father looked up from his laptop with his glasses perched on his nose.

You ran over and practically shoved you finger up his nose from excitement. He laughed and shoved your finger from his face and held it out in front of him.   

“Look at this, ma. She gonna get married!” you blushed at your dad and pulled you hand away.

“Dad! I haven’t even met him yet!” you said to him as you stuck you nose out in the air.

“Or her!” you mom chided from pantry.

“or her” you echoed back more quietly to yourself as you looked fondly at you finger holding you hand close to your face. 

“Well. yank it.” you dad said looking back at his device.

“Yank it?” you looked at him questioning 

“if you yank it your soulmate will feel it and more than likely yank it back, its how your mom and I met” you father looked over to the pantry. 

“well, more like I yanked it so hard with the thread being almost complete that I pulled your father over a stair case banister….” walking out of the pantry with a loaf of bread blushing at the memory. 

“See, Y/N. Almost killing your soul mate will be handy when your thread is almost complete.” Your dad barked out a laugh when your mom smacked him with the loaf of bread.

You let out a nervous laugh as you looked at the faded off part of the string. you gently tugged on it a couple times hoping for something. For a long while nothing happen. You felt your heart tug a bit and when nothing clearly happened.

“Dont worry, my dear.” Your mother walked around the table and hugged you close. “You’r thread is still young, not only that your soulmate might be younger than you. Do not fret, there is still so much time for you to meet them.” 

The reassurance your mother gave you raised your sprites immensely. You nodded at her. “Thanks mom and dad.” you hugged your mom back and kissed your dad on the cheek. 

As you got older that small event still stuck with you. You knew something was off about it you just couldn’t properly put you finger on it. Slowly the years had passed and your thread didn’t get any longer like those around you. you started to think that maybe, your soul mate was long gone. 

The hushed whispers, the pitied glances, and the heartfelt looks but did nothing but fuel the anger and misery. So, if the world decided that you would would be punished for something that didn’t even know what you did, you would help in in return. Medicine became your haven.

Specifically, technological medicine. Cyrostasis, prosthetics, you name it. you had blue prints, prototypes, information that would benefit the world, or in the wrong hands destroy it.  

Looking at the prototype of the cryostasis and its blue prints with it a hand holding a cup of coffee moved passed you, placing the cup above the blue print. You looked up and saw your assistant. 

“Roger, Thank you!” you grabbed the cup and drank the liquid greedily. Roger smiled. “I thought you could use a pick-me-up.” he said walking around the blueprint table and to the proto.

“So, how well do you think this is going to work. People have high hopes for this, especially the buyers.” he tapped on the panel that open the top. The top made a whine noise and the top opened up like a flower. he looked on the inside looking for any type of leak. 

“Well, its a proto. I expect it to work with some problems. Its almost complete and it works better than i anticipated.” you droned off as you fixed a part to it. “We rather large diamond to function as it power sources.”

“A diamond?” Roger shot up and looked at you with shock. “Y/N you cant be serious! Where did you even get something like that?” 

“A generous donor. In fact I expect it much sooner than later.” You said as you got up and put the part in it respective place. “It that?” Roger walked around to watch you put the part in. Your hand expertly placed it in and when the powered finally hit it, the diamond glowed and shined. You pulled your hands out of the gap and tapped in a code that promptly locked and secured the power source. 

Roger clapped and turned his head and looked at the clock and gasped. “Aw man I gotta get home! The Mr is expectin’ me!” he scrambled around for his stuff, you laughed. 

“Tell Robert I said Merry Christmas!” you yelled at him as he ran off.”I will, Merry Christmas, Y/N!”  You waved at him until he disappeared around the corner of the door. You sighed at looked down at you hand. 

“Merry Christmas, love” you kissed the thread on you finger. After you looked around at the mess in your lab and huffed.

“Well, I should pick up shouldn’t I?” you rolled up all the tools and extra parts. Shuffling around as you wiped up spills, and swept up the debris on the floor. After you were finished, you picked up the blue print and scanned it into the computer putting the file in a USB on you necklace. After the scan was finished you put the necklace back on and the blue print in a safe.

“Ah man its late!” you looked at the clock. Suddenly, hands grabbed you from behind.

“Open the safe and no one gets hurt.” A deep voice rasped from behind. all you could do was nod as the man dragged you over to the safe. The man let go of one of your arms but still had his hand over your mouth. 

“Open it.”

You shakily moved your hand towards the spin lock. Gripping your hand to a fist you elbowed the guy int the side hard enough from him to let go. Adrenaline running though your veins you ran to the phone only to be picked up and shoved on a glowing table. You tried to fight him off but he suddenly had his hands around your throat.

Blood pounded in your ears are you tried to claw him off, your vision going spotting from lack of oxygen. After what seemed like years, the hands were gone and as your vision returned to you you figured out why.

The Cryostasis pod’s top was locking up.

“NO!” you tried to keep it from closing but all was fruitless.

“HELP!” you pounded on the pods hatch “PLEASE!” 

“Stasis online”

Holy shit, it works.” you gawked at the lettering on the hatch door.

“Cyro activating in 10 seconds.”

N-No! Abort!”




“Computer Stop Countdown!” You screamed hystarically 








Tears dripped down your cheeks.


You looked down at your finger and eyed the thread

“Im sorry..”


A mist started to spray over you. Knowing what it was you tried to hold your breath to from keep from breathing it in. On the hatch’s screen appeared more lettering.

“Start Date December 25, 2016″

“End Date December 25, 2616″

You eyes widen in shock and you took a huge breath of air. As fast as that breath was taken in darkness filled your vision; numbness ran though your body.



Haruka was fuming.

How dare rin do this? How dare he?

Rin had conceived Maromi to fuse with him a bunch of times under false pretenses, and when Maromi had found out they had split apart. (Thank god Nagisa wasn’t there)

Him and Makoto had been fighting. Actually fighting. They never fought! But they stood and argued, right there on the battlefield. They both are mad at rin and they both were mad at one another and no one had noticed the homeworld gem behind them-

And now Makoto had poofed.

His gem was on a pillow at home, waiting for Makoto to recover.

What bugged Haruka was that they had never gotten to make up.

Makoto had never been mad at him before, ever. and now Haruka couldn’t even apologize.

So now he was at some ridiculous bar in iwatobi, sipping water in a corner.

With a sigh, he let himself do something he didn’t do very often.

He let himself remember

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~homeworld, hundreds of years ago~

Haruka had been working, planning strategies for the next attack when one of the academy people came in.

Was that a chrysolite behind him?

“Commander blue diamond Haruka sir?” The man said, man said, bowing “I apologize for the interruption.”

“What is it?” Haruka asked, eyeing the chrysolite. What was it doing here?

“This is chrysolite 346,” the man said “he will be serving under your command”

Haruka stared.

That was impossible chrysolites weren’t soldiers. They couldn’t fight. They were weak and stupid, they weren’t good for anything.

… Right?

“It will be an honor to serve you.” Said chrysolite 346 “commander haruka”

Haruka felt angry.

*page break*

~homeworld, months later~

Haruka had not been easy on chrysolite 346.

He had either given him low level tasks, like cleaning detail or sorting. Or he’d given him impossible tasks.

But it didn’t matter what Haruka did, that damn chrysolite didn’t complain!

He didn’t give up, he did what was asked, he even completed things he shouldn’t have been able to do.

It made Haruka so mad. That chrysolite mad him mad. Just looking at him gave him a tightness in his chest.

Damn him.

Haruka sighed and turned back to the soldiers he had fighting. He was overseeing training today.

And then, a blade was at his neck.

“Hello,” said a slithery voice in his ear “commander.” His attacker hissed. Everyone else stopped, it suddenly hit Haruka what was happening.

This was a coup. This was a mutiny.

This was planned, and his whole command was turning on him.

“So here’s the deal” the gem hissed “you don’t deserve to be commander. So we’re going to kill you. In the ring.” Haruka was shoved into the middle of the ring, immediately he summoned his weapon.

But so did everyone else.

Haruka was surrounded.

He swallowed. This could end badly.

Suddenly, there was a flutter of wings, and Haruka saw rose petals.

The guy closest to Haruka got kicked in the head as chrysolite 346 landed on him

He went down, and the chrysolite looked up at him “commander” he said “I have your back.”

Haruka felt a strange feeling.

And he nodded.

The battle was long and hard, but soon all the gems were poofed and bubbled.

And then the chrysolite shoved him.

Haruka turned just in time to see one of the traitors punch the boy square in the back.

The chrysolite’s reaction was immediate, swinging around and kicking him in the face.

His gem was cracked.

The chrysolite sunk to his knees, coughing. He had taken quite a beating.

Before Haruka knew what he was doing, he was kneeling next to the boy, helping him lay down.

“Your hurt.” Haruka said, stating the obvious “why did you help me? I’ve been nothing but cruel to you.”

“Because” responded the chrysolite “your command is my only chance.”

Haruka had no response to that. Well, except

“What’s your name?” He found himself asking. He didn’t know why, he was perfectly fine with calling the boy (that was really what he was, a boy) chrysolite 346. “You do have one right?” Haruka added lamely

“Makoto” the boy responded. “My name is Makoto.” And the his gem poofed.

For the first time in a while, Haruka felt compassion.

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~homeworld, weeks later~

Makoto was healing nicely. And he and Haruka had become…

Friends? Was that the right word?

But right now, Haruka was curious.

“Makoto” he asked one day “in the fight, you never summoned a weapon. Why?” He asked

Makoto blinked at him “ah… I thought you didn’t notice.”

“Well I did” Haruka prompted again “so?”

Makoto blushed.

‘Cute’ Haruka thought, then he cursed himself mentally, not knowing why he thought that “answer the question” he said

“I dont… Know how.” Makoto mumbled “I… I never learned.”

Well that was just unacceptable.

Without a weapon, Makoto wouldn’t survive. Had no one ever bothered to teach him?

Haruka stood him up, and he told him he was going to teach him.

Hours later, Makoto could easily summon a bow.

There was a blue flower on it, and Haruka felt honored.

*page break*

~homeworld, 2 centuries later~

Makoto was scared.

Haruka could tell, he had become so close to him he just knew.

There was also the undeniable crush Haruka had on him, that helped with the closeness.

What, he couldn’t help it. Makoto had grown sexier. And cuter. All at once. He protected Haruka with his life. Makoto had become his closest ally, and his closest friend.

So the fact that he was scared, that kisumi had made him scared, was upsetting.

Kisumi had killed yellow diamond.

Sure he broke a law, but he didn’t deserve execution…

“Makoto” Haruka finally said “tell me what’s wrong?”

“… Nothing” Makoto tried to lie. But Makoto couldn’t lie. Makoto’s left hand twitched when he lied.

“Don’t lie” Haruka said. “What’s wrong.”

“It’s stupid” Makoto said “it’s really stupid.”

“Tell me anyway” Haruka said “consider it an order” Makoto rarely needed orders anymore, but damn it he never let anyone help him.

“… I’m scared” he said “that kisumi will hurt you next”

Well then.

“And why” Haruka asked “are you afraid of that?”

“…” Makoto looked down “you’ll be mad.”

“Makoto.” Haruka pressed. He was a little nervous himself. He had his suspicions about makotos feelings, but he wasn’t sure-

“… Because I care about you” Makoto mumbled. “So much…”

And that was all Haruka needed to hear.

“Come here” Haruka said stiffly.

Makoto swallowed and came over, eyes squeezed shut, preparing for a punch or strike of some kind.

Instead, Haruka cupped his face gently, pressing his lips to makotos.

Makoto gasped before kissing back.

It was the beginning of a perfect relationship. And that night as they started in haruka’s room and finished between Haruka’s sheets, they both knew this was forever.

Haruka felt happy.

*page break*

~6 centuries later, earth. Present day.~

Haruka was crying now.

Makoto, his Makoto.

He closed his eyes to cry and compose himself.

He saw gorgeous green eyes, the one smile meant only for him, rugged brown hair, glorious skin and body. He felt warm hands and soft lips and-

Haruka let out a sob.

His Makoto.

His Makoto was hurt. Someone hurt his Makoto.

His Makoto who might not even want to be his.

“Excuse me?”

Haruka’s eyes snapped open.

Nagisa was there.

Haruka silently thanked God his hoodie covered his gem.

Also, why was Nagisa in a bar?

“I’m sorry, I know I’m not supposed to be in here but you looked sad through the window.” Nagisa said “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Half of Haruka wanted to hug him, the other half wanted to scold because doors he know how awful drunk humans are?

“So are you okay?”

Haruka debated what to do.

“Fine” he said. Lying would work. Surely.

“You don’t seem fine” Nagisa pressed. Damn him for teaching Nagisa how to spot a lie.

“I… I had a fight.” He said “with my friend. And I want him to forgive me. I’d say sorry, but they’re not talking to me” haruka said. Not a lie, just not the full truth

“Well, my papa always says that actions speak louder than words.” Nagisa said “have you tried that?”

Actions huh? Well Makoto and Haruka always were big actors.

Haruka nodded once “thank you.” And then, he got up and ran out of the bar.

He needed to go back home. Not just to the house, but to his home.

His Makoto.

*last page break*

Haruka ran right past rin and Sousuke, although they seemed to busy eating each others faces to notice him. He went into him and makoto’s room-

Makoto’s gem was glowing.

Haruka stood by the door, watching as his lover reformed.

Makoto groaned softly, blinking open his eyes. He stared back.


“Haruka” Makoto finally said “Haruka I-”

“MAKOTO!” Haruka tacked him to the ground. “WAH! Haru-”

And then Haruka was kissing him.

Actions speak louder than words after all, right?

When they pulled away, Makoto tried again “haru I-”

“Don’t you dare” Haruka interrupted “don’t you dare say you’re leaving! You… You can’t leave me! I won’t let you!” Haruka cried, tears running down his face

Makoto’s eyes widened “oh haru-chan!” He hugged him “haru that’s what you thought? No, no haru I’m never leaving. I’m never leaving you remember?” He hugged him tightly, his own tears spilling onto harukas hair “never ever.”

“Promise?” Haruka asked “promise”

“Good.” Haruka said. He sat back up “you are not allowed to leave me. Or die. That’s an order!” Haruka said. Makoto smiled at him “yes commander” he half purred.

Haruka kissed him again, hard.

He knew they would make more memories, together.

Forever and ever.

I was gonna make these Christmas presents but I’m
Just gonna submit them now maybe for Christmas i’ll write you a smut XD

Love ya, merry Christmas!))


This was perfect! Oh my gosh, like are you a mind reader or something? I love this so much, you don’t know how happy it makes me to read these.

How Clarke ISN’T Going OOC

I’ve seen ALL OVER Tumblr from anti-clexas and blarkes complaining about how the clexa journey in season 3 is WAY TOO RUSHED and it makes Clarke OOC (out of character). My response: How??? Too many people have misunderstood Clarke’s emotions and actions in the recent episodes, so I’m going to try to straighten it out for you, episode by episode. 


(WARNING 2: IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN OPEN MIND ABOUT CLARKE AND LEXA THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ, I WON’T BE ABLE TO CONVINCE YOU AT ALL NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY. Only read if you are willing to accept something that you might not be comfortable with accepting!)

(SIDE NOTE: This post is in no way anti-bellarke, I love the ship and I respect it, so please don’t add onto my post saying I’m a stupid clexa stan who can’t respect my boundaries. I’m merely trying to inform people!!!)

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anonymous asked:


fuk u rly hate me dont u

this is 1.2k so not too long but u kno

          He walks into the hotel room you’re sharing, the guilt in his stomach already pooling. He remembers texting you nearly two weeks ago, asking you to come onto tour because the week they would be having wouldn’t be too busy. He remembers your excitement, how much you told him you loved him, how you had told him that your boss was all for it because she knew the circumstances you two were under. He remembers trying to hold back tears as he sent back texts that faked enthusiasm, the body in the bed next to him clearly not yours.

He notices how you’ve set everything up; there are roses on the floor, leading into the bedroom. There’s a scent of something he can’t quite place – pine needles, with a hint of jasmine, maybe? It’s a scent he loves. It’s the scent that always encompasses the apartment you two share back home.

He takes off his shoes one at a time, trying to prolong going into the bedroom. In fact, he doesn’t go straight to it (which is what he would normally do). He walks to the couch in front of the TV and turns it on, trying to ignore the fact that he can hear you preparing for him in the other room. You’re singing Climax by Usher. He nearly chokes on his laughter because you’ve had sex to that song countless times.

It’s been nearly half an hour, and you haven’t been bustling around in the other room for the past ten minutes. That’s why it doesn’t surprise him when you walk out of the room, completely unaware that he’s there.

Let’s get it started in here, let’s get it— oh, my God!” You scream, the babydoll that you’re wearing not covering much. “Calum, you scared the hell out of me.”

His eyes nearly devour you, because even though he might be a sack of shit for doing this to you, he still thinks you’re sexy as hell.

“When did you get here?” You question, taking a step towards you. You’re more confident because of how he’s looking at you, unaware of how he’s feeling inside.

“’Bout half an hour ago,” He replies, his throat stiff.

“Why didn’t you come in the room? You wasted precious time that we could have used to do… other things,” You say, biting your lip. You straddle his lap on the couch, leaning down to press your lips to his.

He moves his face to the side, your lips meeting his cheek.

“I can’t do this,” He blurts out. And that horrible guilty feeling that he’s been trying to suppress for the past half hour –no, fuck that, for the past three months– is back and gnawing at him.

“What?” You say, genuinely confused, getting off of him. You sit on the chair across from him.

“I can’t do this to you,” He sighs, running his hands through his hair.

“Can’t do what?” You say.

“I have to tell you why I invited you here,” He says, biting his lip and looking up at you.

“Because you wanted to spend time with your girlfriend of a year and a half?” You say, but it sounds off, even to you.

He shakes his head. “I met someone, this girl, and she’s really wonderful.”

“Oh,” You say, looking down at your lap. You wish you were wearing more than this stupid lingerie, because you’re starting to understand the picture he’s trying to paint.

“We met three months ago at this event, and I was lonely and she was there for me, and… I don’t know, one thing lead to another and–”

“What’s her name?” You interrupt, not daring to look up at him.

“Jen. Her name’s Jen.”

“Are you in love with her?” You ask, still staring at your thumbs in your lap.

He’s quiet for a second, and you wonder if even he knows the answer, until finally, “Yeah, I am.”

“Okay,” You say, and your voice sounds so strained because of the tears you’re trying to hold back. But even you can tell that it isn’t as strong as it normally is. You wipe a tear off your cheek, clearing your nose because its running. You seriously wish that you were wearing, like, jeans. Or leggings at least.

Calum watches you with his doe eyes, feeling like shit for being such a horrible human being. He knows that you’re been nothing but a good, supportive girlfriend. He knows that he’s the one that can’t commit to anything for real. And he feels like crap for telling you that everything would be fine on tour because it obviously wasn’t. Hell, not even halfway through the tour and he was calling someone else his girlfriend.

“I’m gonna pack up and head to airport, then,” You say, standing up.

“Your flight isn’t for another sixteen hours,” Calum replies.

You look up at him for the first time since he revealed what’s been eating at him for the past three months and he can see the red around your eyes, the way that your mascara is leaking down your cheeks, and it makes him feel worse.

“I know,” You say, and you turn on your heel.

He sits back down on the couch and he can hear the shower start, and then, not a few minutes later, he can hear your sobs, muted from the water running down the drain.


Calum clears his throat as he watches you hug his bandmates, all of them knowing about the affair. You don’t hold it against them; they were his friends first. You know that they’ll try to keep up with you, but even you know that distance will kill whatever relationship you had built with them over the past year and a half.

You stare at Calum for a second, debating whether you should hug him or not. You decide that you should, considering the amount of cameras pointed in your direction.

You hold onto his neck and his arms go around your waist, and it feels familiar to both of you. Calum knows that he’ll miss this, even if he’s got someone else.

“It wasn’t your fault, you know,” He says into your ears, his lips brushing against the helix of your ear.

You swallow down the feelings bubbling in your throat. “Okay.”

“No, I’m serious. It wasn’t. You deserve so much more than what I could offer, and I want you to know that you did nothing wrong, okay? I did. I’m a piece of shit for doing this to you.”

“I know,” You laugh, pulling away and whipping under your nose. “You are a piece of shit.”

You two stare at each other for a while before he speaks up.

“I didn’t think it would end like this, you know. I really did love you,” He says.

“Don’t,” You bite. “Don’t– just, don’t say that to me, okay? Because it’s gonna make it just that much harder to get over you.”

“I’m sorry,” He says again, hating himself for how he made you feel.

“I know,” You smile sadly, tears clouding your eyes.

With that said, you turn on your heel, feeling Calum’s eyes watch you walk away from his life.

Switched [c.h.] // pt. 3

pairing: calum x reader

word count: 2,004

hi im back with another part chapter thingy whatever,,, i love this plot tbh like idk why it makes me excited so i really hope you guys like it!!

requests are always open! xx also im sick and i might stay home from school tomorrow so i might write something cute tomorrow if i can idk yet ahh

in case you missed it:
part 1
part 2

You returned back to the temporary dorm to gather your things, a slight tension still lingered between you and Lindsay, but neither of you brought up the topic. Neither of you wanted to get in an even bigger fight over it. It was pretty much over, at this point, but you were still mad at her. And she knew it, yet neglected to do anything to make up for it.

That made you even more mad.

When you were mad, instead of yelling at her in a fit of rage, you always wrote down your feelings in your notebook you kept at all times. You hated to call it a diary–it was more of a vent book to you. That way, you could get your anger or sadness out in a healthy way instead of bottling it up inside, making matters worse and creating more frustration in your mind.

Lindsay was lying on her bed doing something on her phone while she waited for you to get all your things together. Quickly, you pulled the little black vent-book out of your purse along with a pen and opened it to a random page.

Instead of seeing your distinct handwriting on the pages, paragraphs of emotions splayed out on the lined paper, there was extremely messy words written in small little blurbs. When you looked at them closer, you saw they rhymed.

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Bodyguard [Michael Clifford AU;2]


You felt as if your lungs were snatched from your body, folded into a pretzel and then stuffed back. You shut your eyes, preventing the tears from happening. You knew this might have happened which was why you were prepared for it. Taking a deep breath and trying to get rid of the tense and gut dropping feeling, you made your way to the Control Room. “No authorization of control-” “Oh shut the fuck up. My dads missing and I need to make a PSA” You groaned. The guard widened his eyes and let you in. “Y/N!!!” Ben yelled. You ignored him and hit the green button. “Attention everyone. Stop whatever shit your doing. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and Admin. Y/L/N has been taken from the SYCO agency. I, on the behalf of Admin. Y/L/N, order all generals, guards, admin to meet at the service room in 5 minutes.” You hit the red button and sighed. your knees were wobbly and you wanted to just lay down forever. You hoped with every fiber, that the initiates believed you but there was a gnawing feeling that they didnt which frightened you. “What are you even doing?!!” Ben cried. You shook your head and moved passed him to your room. “Do you even know the plan?” He asked as you opened the door to your room. “We have the meeting. They tell me all they know about SYCO. I take notes. Im gonna have to go outside and drive to the other agencies and warn them. I set a meeting. We plan a mission.” It wasnt as easy as you thought and you knew this. You shut your eyes tight, trying not to let the tears flow. 

“Baby.” Your dad croaked. You were 14 at this time. “I need you to learn something.” He whispered. You furrowed your eyebrows and sat next to your dad on the cashmere colored couch. Your mom was busy at the grocery store. “If it ever happens and it will happen, if some agency takes me away I need you to follow a plan, okay?” You sucked in sharply and nodded. 

“CHARLES STOP!!” Your mother squealed. It was a month before your mother was killed by an agent from SYCO. Your dad laughed as he spun her around in his arms. He kissed her on the cheek and you inwardly smiled at your parents. They were so in love it was ridiculous. You always wished you would have that kind of love. You would meet a nice boy at college who was interested in debate and took you to a nice place for dates. (not crush on some bodyguard that looks like he could kill you with one look and doesnt give a crap about much).

“I cant believe your doing this.” Ben said, getting you back to reality. You quickly brush your cheek and shrugged on a leather jacket.  You threw in some vital essentials in a messenger bag and tugged it over your shoulder. You looked at Ben and all of the sudden, a troubled look was on his face. “Whats up?” You ask, throwing your hair into a tight ponytail. “I need to tell you something.” His lower lip quivered. You raised your eyebrow. “My bro-” “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL IS GOING ON?!?” Michael’s voice boomed. You ignored the giddiness of your hands and looked at Ben. His eyes widened. You spun on your heel and crossed your arms to find a flushed Michael. His cheeks were pink and his hair disheveled. “I suppose you didnt hear the PSA probably because of Clary snogging your face off which I assume but thats alright-” You bent down and quickly tied your boots. “Distractions happen.” You stood up and saw Michael’s face fall. You were surprised at how much confidence you had which is strange because you usually stuttered when you were talking to him. You walked past him, giving a shove as you turned away. “Damn..even in a situation like this her ass is fine.” You heard Ben mumble to himself, then hearing a loud thawck. You grinned slightly and shook your head. You pulled your sleeve and checked the time. 2:00 p.m. You opened the door only to find it crowded with people. Your eyes widened in shock. You were expecting only, what 15 people or none at all!! The room fell silent as you walked in. Quietly you shut the door and fumbled in your bag for a notepad and pen. “As you guys know,” You started, mounting the ground you stood on. “ That Admin. Y/L/N has been taken. I dont know much but I do know you all have tiny bits of info from SYCO and I need that information. My plan is just an outskirt. Im going to collectively fish info from you all, head outside-” The room was filled with gasps and rumbles. You felt your heart beat pick up. “Okay yeah I havent been out in several months but so what? Im not some kind of hobo or anything. Now if you want to hear more details, shut up.” The room fell silent. “Im going outside and Im going to visit all the agencies we are linked to to get more information. When I come back here, I will tell you everything and we will collectively start a plan. Jobs will be assigned, etc.” You stopped talking and nodded curtly. “How do we know he’s not dead?!” Someone shouted. Your heart plunged and you felt your throat close in. “We dont know that and from what we all know, Admin. Y/L/N isnt someone who will give up easily. And we dont know SYCO’s motive so we cant assume. We fight for whats ours. I say we meet here at around 11:00 p.m. Any suggestions?” Nods and sounds of approval fell over the crowd. You took a deep silent breath. “You are dismissed.” You scanned the crowd to find Michael in the back, leaning against the wall. A smirk formed on his lips. You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and your hands became giddy. Why do you do this to me? You looked away and tightened your ponytail, waiting for everyone to shuffle out. “You know, its sexy when your in charge.” You heard his familiar voice say. You flushed bright red but didnt turn around. “Ive got a motorcycle. And as I am your bodyguard, I am required to stay with you at all times.” You turned around and looked up to him. Damn, why are you tall? “Well except for the times you are free. Thats when youve got Clary to occupy.” He didnt respond, his eyes glinting. Your heart twinged due to the fact that he didnt even deny it. “I dont need your help.” You said as you turned around and walked away. “Y/N!” Ben rushed over. “Im busy.” You grumbled, turning to the vault. You stared at the keypad. What kind of password would they have? You thought for a moment before typing your mothers name. Instantly it opened and you were greeted by another glass door. You pushed it open to be welcomed by bright sunlight. You were so surprised by the sudden impact, you nearly fell down till someone caught you. You blinked twice. “I said I didnt need your help.” “Clearly I am saving a damsel in distress who hasnt seen sunlight in seven months.” He said, cocking an eyebrow. You scoffed and jumped up. “I told you.” You sighed. “And I know every agency we’re linked to’s location so its all or nothing.” He said simply. You glowered at him before sighing and giving in. He led you towards his motorcycle and you sat behind him. “Now wrap your arms around my waist,” He ordered, You made a choking sound. “Im serious. I dont want your pretty head getting ripped in shreds.” You growled and he chuckled, pulling your hands around his waist. Your arms felt as if they were on fire and your heart was racing a million miles a minute. Secretly you wanted so much more.To get as close to him as possible.To lay your cheek on his shoulder and kiss his cheek and- you shook your head as he started the engine. “How do you even get out of this place?” You asked, mentioning the Underground. “I go for rides sometimes on break time.” He answered. “Hold tight.” He grinned before launching into the street. You screeched, desperately trying to hold on to him. You had never gone on a motorcycle before. His back rumbled as you squeezed your eyes and layed your head against his back. “Relax, just keep your arms around me and you wont fall.” You slowly peeked and saw the familiar green trees and cars and kids playing in the streets. Your heart ached. It felt as if it had been years since you last came outside. “How does it feel?” Michael yelled. You clutched him tighter in response making him laugh. About 15 minutes later, you reached NSCO. You quickly fled from Michael and stood up. It was a rather large building but not dome shaped like your agency. “How do I look?” You asked quickly, turning around to face Michael. He leaned against the motorcycle, furrowing his eyebrows. “What do you mean-” You rolled your eyes and walked up to him. “Is my face okay? Is there anything wrong. We are meeting with important people you know.” His cheeks flared up. “I-I U-Um, Y-you look g-great. I m-mean” He stuttered. You giggled and looked in the rear view of his mirror before retying your ponytail. “Lets go schoolboy.” You say, smacking his back. He groaned and you giggled. You hit the doorbell before hearing a robotic male voice. “Name and who you are.” You rolled your eyes. “Y/N Y/L/N, im with my bodyguard. We come from TSTO agency.” A loud beep echoed from inside and the door opened, almost knocking you off you feet. Michael held your elbow which you simply shrugged off and stalked inside. A group of people dressed in black stood together. “We heard.” The man in the middle said. The people beside him nodded. You sighed and took a seat in the far left table. A woman brought out a large blueprint. “So here’s what we know-”

You had covered all agencies except for one. The next one you were a bit scared of as your agency and theirs were usually in muddy waters. “Tired?” Michael asked as you jumped off his motorcycle. You rubbed your face. “To the bone.” You grumbled. He chuckled softly and stood beside you, massaged your sore left shoulder. Biting your lip, you suppressed a moan. “If you keep doing that,” You mumble. “I’m gonna fall asleep on the spot.” Michael chuckled and urged you forward to the door. The meeting was the same old although the Admin held very pained expressions. You finished up your speech and stood up, scanning the crowd. “Whats in it for us?” A man piped. You thought for a moment. “Your lives. SYCO isnt exactly an agency you would team up with.” Bursts of whispers spread throughout the room. “Am I clear here?” You asked. You saw nods of approval before someone threw a red pin on the floor. You furrowed your eyebrows and peered at it. “Whats-” “Y/N, NO!!” Suddenly you were thrown to the ground while a burst of warmth spread through the room. Screams and shouting exploded and you sighed, opening your eyes to find Michael on top of you. “Are you okay?” He asked. You brought your hand to his jaw. “Your burnt.” You examine, lifting his chin. His eyes fluttered close for a second. “It was a fire induced weapon. Someone from SYCO mustve known were coming. We have to work fast.” He muttered. You didnt respond, only stared at him. Your heart was beating fast as his chest brushed you with every breath he took. “Come on,” He said, helping you up. You stumbled against him, your feet feeling jello. If I have to get over him, he needs to stop helping me. “EVERYONE, TAKE EVERY THING YOU NEED FOR A COUPLE DAYS AND DRIVE TO THE UNDERGROUND FOR PROTECTION!” Michael yelled. A herd of people stashed out the door and you followed along, hurriedly.

“Oh god, are you alright!?!” Clary exclaimed, running to Michael. She flung herself against him and you swore you could hear your heart shatter as he wrapped his arms around her. “Just a burn, nothing I cant handle.” He chuckled. Awkwardly and sadly, you took a detour from them and sulked to your room. You checked your watch. 10:48 p.m. The meeting was about to start. The hallways were packed with people from the other agencies. Some were insanely burnt while others sobbed or shared sympathy. You opened your room door and shut it closed, sitting on your bed. Why is it so hard to give up someone who clearly has no interest in you? Anger built inside of you and you began to kick the walls before screaming in pain. You checked your watch again and decided to go (limp) to the Service Room. “Y/N,” You turned around to see Calum. You beamed at him. “Hey!” “I heard what happened! Are you alright?” He asked, worry laced in his voice. You grinned slightly and nodded. He raised his arm and brushed your cheek. You furrowed your eyebrows and he blushed. “There were ashes on your cheek. Your a bit grimey. I would mistake you coming from a sewer.” He teased making you laugh. The two of you made your way to the Service Room, cracking small jokes along the way. You sighed and took a seat on the high stool. The room was a typical meeting room with a round table however there was another door connecting the room to the actual “Service Room” . To the right there were cameras and buttons to zoom in or talk into the public speaker. A high stool was always kept to the left and you always enjoyed sitting on it. Slowly people piled in and you found Michael, smiling down at Clary. You felt your stomach drop and all you could feel was anger. Anger on how you couldnt get over him. Anger on how you always fell for the things you couldnt have. Anger that he would never notice you like that. Anger for the whole agency system. Anger for everything. You closed your eyes and tried to remain cool. “Alright,” You sighed as everyone was finally settled. “Where do I begin.”

The meeting was nearly three hours long and you wanted to burst into tears. The generals asked questions, some way too touchy, and it made you incredibly tired. Not to mention the blow you took today and the constant talking. Your voice felt as if it didnt belong to you anymore and was tuned up two octaves. Your throat felt as if you swallowed sandpaper and dont even mention your body. You took a swift left to your room, ready to burst into tears until you slammed into Michael. You groaned, rubbing your nose. “Oh shit, you all right?” You didnt answer, moving to the right so you could just sob into your pillow. “Y/N,” “Michael-” Your voice was uncontrollably shaking and the tremor grew in your hands. It felt as if your throat was closing in and slowly choking you. “Please move.” You said, your voice cracking as you shoved past him and into your room. You slammed your messenger bag on the table and rubbed your face, not letting the tears flow. “Y/N-” “I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!!” You screamed hoarsely before looking down at the ground. “I want to be alone.” You whispered, your voice scratchy. He did anything but, striding over to you and hugging you. Slowly, you began to sob while clutching onto his leather jacket. After nearly 20 minutes of heaving, you were dry sobbing. “it isnt fair,” You cried. His arms never left your waist and you felt like you were encircled in sheets all safe and sound. He leaned his cheek against your neck, murmuring soft sweet nothings. “I’m so scared,” You looked up at Michael. He stared down at you, his eyes searching and scanning your face. “I’ve been carefree and so stubborn my whole life and ive never ever felt this alone. He could be dead, Michael.” You sobbed. “And im such a prick for it! Ive always yelled whenever he said I needed protection or he didnt like the guys I dated and we just take so many things for granted in life and it makes me so ANGRY because we never see it coming.” “Well someone turned philosophical.” You looked up at him with an angry pout making him laugh. You smiled. You absolutely loved his laugh. It was like warm butter melting or that feeling when you drink hot coca and it makes you feel warm inside. Suddenly, his hand began to caress your cheek and you could feel your heart thrashing wildly against you rib cage. “What I said earlier,” He whispered, his voice now low and gravely. You fluttered your eyes shut, half listening, half in a daze. “Over the several months that ive gotten to know you, ive realize that i truly-” “Y/N!!!!” The door flung open to an exasperated Ben. “Jesus fucking christ.” You heard Michael murmur along with a string of profanities. .You flattened your slightly wrinkled shirt, and flushed a bright red. “Yea-” You have to come to the Control Room. SYCO called and they have your dad on the phone.”


OHMYGOD THEY WERE HAVING A MOMENT AAAAHHHHHHH!! But im a mean person to end it there :))) Anyone up for a part 3 maybe? Sorry for the wait, btw. :((


Part 3

I hope ya’ll are ready for this LOL

Okay so first of all sorry for clogging the tag. I’ll put half under a read more because it’s hella long.

Anyway some much needed season 7 Bamon/Damon/Bonnie meta

In light of the last few episodes where Damon has fallen victim to the writers retconning the hell out of DE and in turn making us all scratch our heads and side-eye him into next week (hows that for a run on sentence)… I had to try all throw some ice cold water at the torches and pitchforks. Some ridiculous lines about Elena has not damaged his character beyond repair.

Damon has actually not done much harm this season or in season 6 actually. There is a common dominator and I’ll let you guess who. Anyway lets do this in sections

Elena has ruined Damon once and for all

I know people are sick of the mentions. I know people wish the writers would let it go already. But to say his pining diminishes things he has done for Bonnie is baffling to me.

I have a question. In what universe do you treat a friend the same way you treat a significant other? No really why would Damon prioritize his best friend over his girlfriend before they are romantically involved with zero hesitation? Like zero percent. And I asked this pretty hypothetically because we have in fact seen Damon chose Bonnie like 5 times now.

But the hatred for Elena and mere mention of her name is so real I’ve seen people forgive Kai for abusing her physically and emotionally, forgive Jeremy for cheating on her with ghost, forgive Enzo for everything he done this season (more on that later)…but Damon mentions Elena one too many times and him being willing to die for her and choosing her so many times amounts to diddly squat.

There is also this insane notion about 1st loves and being a ~second choice~ that only applies to Damon somehow. Enzo definitely chose Lily over a single Bonnie who was flirting with him and telling him he deserved more. It happened. Does this automatically mean Bonnie is worth less now? Is Enzo worth less than Jeremy then? Is Elena worth less than Katherine in Damon’s eyes? Like what?

Damon was going to bat for Bonnie while Elena was alive let us not forget.

He hesitated between two women he loves but ultimately he always picks Bonnie. How is this a slight I don’t understand. I think the word Elena triggers people because I am baffled.

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