i don't even know if anyone cares but i felt like putting it out there

Some Place Away

WS!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Roughly based on Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman

Word Count: +3k | Rating: R

Warnings: Angst, SMUT. UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang, before you bang!)

A/N: alright, this was hard to write, and my head hurts but i was determined to write my first song fic and this is for KUMI!!! (@mellifluous-melodramas​) my wifey! OMG I’M NERVOUS HOE

(also, i’ve added ‘///’ where the smut starts and ends)

y’all, enjoy and do drop a comment in my ask box or anywhere

Masterlist here

(*gifs are not mine)

Somewhere in London, January 28, 1992; 12.47am.

You lean on the lamp post, far from them on the empty street, your gaze never leaving his form as you watch your soldier talking to another woman, who was rather getting a little too handsy with him. Her delicate fingers brushing up over his prosthetic arm, treating it like a delicate, poor little flower.

It disgusts you to no end and your violent mind thinks of all the scenarios where you’d do anything to keep her away from him. Keep everything, everyone away from him. But you know he’s only doing his job, the one that HYDRA forced him to do.

But there are so many other ways of gathering information. You could have taken matters in your own hand, but since the Soldier was granted the liberty for this mission, he thought it could be done without any sort of destruction, which you would never hesitate to cause.

It has been half an hour since they’re talking and as much as you wanted to ignore the sting in your heart, your brain overtakes your feelings and reminds you once again that you’re nothing but the protector; you’re here just to keep an eye on the asset. Any other sort of attachment would cost you both your lives.

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mcartist  asked:

Since it's Valentine's Day.(Have the RFA+V+Searan) I would love to ask if you could do MC and her brother spending Valentines together. The others couldn't spend time cause they were busy. So once they have some time to spare them look for you and see you are your brother hanging out. Yet you are siblings so you sorta close to each other and some things seem romantic. The others don't know you have a brother. So how would they react? If you can't do it, it's okay. Happy Valentine's Day!

OOooh scandalous~ 
(It’s the day after Valentine’s Day here because I live in Australia and we live in the future but I’d be happy do do this!)


✮ he was busy with some huge LOLOL event that was happening for valentine’s 
✮ he felt bad but you assured him that it was fine and you would just go see family or a friend or whatever 
✮ so when he leaves the house to get food and sees you with some guy??
✮ your brother was teasing you by pulling and twisting your hair 
✮ but to yoosung it looked like he was hella flirting 
✮ basically stomps up and flicks your brother’s hand away 
✮ ‘excuse me, why are you touching my girlfriend? huh?’ 
where did this confidence come from hmmmm
✮ your brother is confused because ‘omg is this the innocent yoosung MC was talking about???’
✮ you’re trying not to fall over from laughing 
✮ your brother looks absolutely horrified 
✮ “MC is mY siStEr! who are you, huh punk?’ 
✮ yoosung.exe has stopped working
✮ almost cries
✮ apologises 38918475 times he feels so bad 
✮ is pouting for the rest of the day and puts the LOLOL event on the back burner 


✎ she told you beforehand that valentine’s was going to be probably the busiest day for the cafe 
✎ but W O W 
✎ the cafe was packed and you hardly got to see jaehee 
✎ and your brother visited during your lunch break 
✎ so you two were just standing in a corner, trying to leave as much room for the actual customers that you could 
✎ things died down for a total of maybe five minutes 
✎ and jaehee looked around to find you and saw your brother squishing your cheeks together while you both laughed 
✎ she really wanted to go over there and judo kick someone’s ass but she still had customers 
✎ she was kinda angry for the rest of the day 
✎ until afterwards you walk up with your brother and introduce them 
✎ her face is redder than saeyoung’s hair 
✎ she refuses to admit anything 
✎ except when you’re back home she’s super affectionate 
✎ and at first you think it’s just valentine’s day love 
✎ but she’s super clingy and kind sheepish 
✎ so you ask what the deal is 
✎ and she begrudgingly admits that she saw you and your brother when you were messing around and didn’t realise it was your brother
✎ you have to try and maintain the giggles because she’s obviously embarrassed
✎ cute baehee 


✿ he was really busy rehearsing an upcoming musical 
✿ and the director was super strict and wasn’t letting anyone out for the day 
✿ during one of the breaks he picked up his phone and noticed that his fans were all tagging him in the same thing
✿ and he went to it and it’s a picture of you with some guy?!?!?!?!
✿ and he’s so scandalised 
✿ he immediately goes to the group chat and sees that you and saeyoung are online
✿ he basically spams the picture with multiple exclamations akin to ‘WTF MC’ 
✿ you’re freaking out because he’s just sending mindless messages now and won’t stop to listen 
✿ and saeyoung is just off his chair laughing because he obviously knows who it is (background check) 
✿ you send a selfie of you and your brother both with a ‘wtf’ face and the ‘boi’ hand at the camera 
✿ and zen finally stops 
✿ you send another picture but this one’s of you and your brother when you were babies 
✿ ‘hyun, this is my brother’ 
✿ ‘nice to meet THE zen’
✿ he’s so flustered 
✿ he sends sorry to the chat so many times that the original problem can’t even be found 
✿ when he comes home that night he brings a big bouquet of flowers and your favourite snacks 
✿ is super clingy 


₩ this nugget just doesn’t believe in valentine’s day 
₩ you’d told him how annoyed this makes you but he didn’t seem to care too much 
₩ so he was at work 
₩ you went to lunch at the cafe thing across from the C&R building because your brother was curious 
₩ y’all were just chilling, eating pastries and drinking milkshakes 
₩ and then jaehee came for her lunch break 
plot twist
₩ you say hi and your brother introduces himself (but not as your brother) 
₩ and she’s shook 
₩ she goes back and asks jumin if he knew you were at the cafe with some guy
₩ he glides down and stands at your table 
₩ you really nonchalantly say hello 
₩ he’s so confused 
₩ ‘would you like to explain yourself MC?’ 
₩ ???? ‘jumin what are you talking about? i’m just having lunch with my brother, we’re waiting for his girlfriend to come’ 
₩ it’s like you can see him deflate in embarrassment 
₩ he like flops down in the seat next to you 
₩ meets your brother 
₩ when you’re back at home you ask him why he was so salty at the start and he admitted that he thought you were on a date with some random guy because he wouldn’t celebrate valentine’s 
₩ you laugh and say you wouldn’t do that and shower him in affection
he made up for it ;)


⌨  he probably knows what your brother looks like from the background check but for the sake of story let’s just pretend he didn’t go that deep into your history 
⌨  he was super busy with work-related stuff and didn’t even realise it was valentine’s
⌨  he asked you to grab some groceries because he couldn’t
⌨  he’d noticed you’d been gone for a while so he hacked into the security cameras of and around the grocery store
⌨  saw you talking to some guy
⌨  he’s so confused because you haven’t just stopped for a little ‘oh hi I know you’ obligatory hello but you’re walking down the sidewalk with the store bags and talking
⌨  he sees him nudge you with his shoulder and he’s kinda pissed
⌨  he just waits until you’re back home. you’re alone 
⌨  he tries to act nonchalant about it, and like he doesn’t know anything– waiting until you bring it up 
⌨  it’s the end of the day and he crawls into the bed where you already are 
⌨  you bring up how it’s valentine’s day and that you missed him 
⌨  he feels guilty but he’s kinda frustrated from before and goes ‘it didn’t look like you missed me too much while walking down the street with some other guy’ 
⌨  he did not get the reaction he expected 
⌨  he expected you to be kinda shocked like ‘:o caught’ 
⌨  but you’re giggling and snorting 
⌨  ‘saeyoung… that was my brother; we ran into each other outside a store so he walked with me for a little while’ 
⌨  like jumin, he deflates 
⌨  he feels S O  B A D 
⌨  he gives you so many cuddles and just fully wraps himself around you 
⌨  swears he’ll make it up to you 
⌨  he definitely does 

I hope you all had a happy valentine’s day! CHEAP CHOCOLATE AND MYSTIC MESSENGER DLC’S WOOO ♡♡♡♡

Second Chances (m)

Word Count: 8,833

Warning: Yoongi smut

A/N: I decided to write something a little less serious for a change! The smut turned out a little longer than I expected it to, which is also why the story turned out so close to 9k :) I am so thankful for minyoongiish who proofread this entire piece <3 Hope you enjoy~

If you had the ability to turn back time, you wouldn’t even hesitate to use it in this moment.

“Y/N?” The voice on the other end of the telephone asks. “Something the matter?”

“Oh no,” you mumble. “Fuck.” With one finger, you frantically tap the screen, desperately clinging to the hope that this is still in your hands, that you can still turns this around for the better.

Jimin’s voice sounds both curious and irritated at the same time when he speaks again. “What did you do this time? Did you put your keys in the freezer again?”

You can’t even be mad at his terribly timed comment that you’d normally be very offended about. All you do is curse softly, reading the simple message you sent like it’s a death wish.

You: Hey :) [sent 11:27am]

“Jimin!“ you exclaim, and are rewarded with a startled gasp.

"Yeesh, don’t scare me like that!” He lets out a sigh. “Stop acting all mysterious and just tell me what’s going on.”

You tap the screen again, despite knowing that it won’t help now if it didn’t help last time. A nervous gasp leaves your mouth as you turn your attention to the call. “How the fuck do I delete a message?”

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I live in Orlando, let me say that first.

You are probably going read a lot about the pulse shooting today, as it marks one year since the event. Anyone who writes something that does not live within the city will have a birds eye view of the event and not truly understand how the community of Orlando was effected. People will try to politicize it on both the left and right, and try to push their agenda. Those people choose to ignore the fact that those involved are people and not just statistics. Please pay no mind to the writers and news outlets that are pushing an agenda around this event, they disrespect the memory of those that were effected. With that out of the way let me share a bit.

On June 12th of 2016, 49 people were killed within the walls of the Pulse nightclub in Orlando Florida. What was for many a great night, quickly turned into a tragic one. My city was shocked and devastated; and though a year has passed, it is still fresh in the minds of locals.

With that being said, the city of Orlando has never been stronger. This event, though abhorrent, has helped bridge communities that at one time or another were at odds. #OrlandoUnited is not merely a social media gimmick, but a state of being for the city. People from all walks of life are united in the act of caring for their fellow man. I’ll share a little of what I’m talking about.

The police department of Orlando have shown that they care for all of it’s citizens. The actions of the Swat team and OPD have shown them to be brave, to put others before their own safety, and to be humble. In a time where police violence was seen around the country and the news spoke of growing tensions around the nation. They did not seem to be felt in our city after pulse. A tragic event had caused us to see each other in a different light. Though I am very skeptical and wary of the police in general, I have great respect for those who entered the nightclub that evening.

The two hospitals that treated Pulse victims, Orlando Regional Medical Center and Florida Hospital, chose to not bill the victims of the shooting. Helping many who could not afford the treatment they needed.

Equality Florida, the state’s largest LGBTQ rights group started a fundraising page to aid the victims and their families, raising $767,000 in the first 9 hours. Their proceeds were eventually given to the OneOrlando fund, which was established by Mayor Buddy Dyer and raised over $23 million for all that were affected.

One part that people don’t know much about is the bridging of the LGBTQ community and the Christian community of Orlando. One church in particular, First Baptist Orlando, sent teams of volunteers to the hospitals that the victims were at to offer support to those affected. That support looked like: paying rent while someone could not make it to work, Buying groceries and cooking for those who needed help, paying bills, taking care of pets, and finally; offering to put together the funerals of all those who died, for free. The city of Orlando even offered free plots and services as well. They didn’t ask for anything in return, and they didn’t judge people for having a different lifestyle or political view.

At the time of the shooting, I worked at this church. I was a music minister and I still volunteer in the college ministry on Thursday nights. Though I could do very little in the grand scheme of things, I am very proud to say that my community and my city has been strengthened. My heart is for people and for the well being of others, no matter race, gender, or sexual orientation. It breaks my heart to see other church’s and religious people in general, turn their backs on those in need.

Orlando City soccer stadium added 49 rainbow colored seats as their own memorial for those who died. This may seem small to someone outside of Orlando, but it is a pretty big deal. Everyone here is obsessed with Orlando City Soccer.

There were hundreds of things that united Orlando at this time but these are just a few that I have seen and experienced myself. Orlando became united around what was truly a horrific event, and though the pain of it all is not truly gone. We can still move forward a build a future that is better for our city as a whole. It is The City Beautiful.

Couldn’t Help Myself (Samoa Joe x Reader)

A/N: OK SO I MADE THIS ???? Listen, I’ve been thirsting over Samoa Joe for quite a while, actually, but I had no one to share it with. Now though, after tonight’s RAW, everyone seems to FINALLY GET IT. So, I thought I’d write this to celebrate. I’ve legit never read Samoa Joe fanfiction before, so I have no stand point, just my horny self. I hope you guys enjoy it, I know he’s not for everyone and that’s just fine! Laters! xx

Side note: There are no good Samoa Joe gifs ???? 

Warnings: Slight dom mal/sub female. Swearing, teasing, shy reader. unprotected sex, smut without plot.

Word count: 4108 lolol

Tagging my usuals and some more: @hardcorewwetrash @imagines–assemble @imagineall-the-fandoms @blondekel77 @thiickreigns @m-a-t-91 @valeonmars @littlemissava13 @nuroxic @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @superrezzy00 @momis30 @laochbaineann @alexispoo @taryndbiase @reigns420 @horcruxhunter5972 @xfirespritex @wrestlewriting @heelcharlie @archiveseb @wwefangirl69 @oreillyskyle @gingertalksshit @not-that-kinda-gurl08 @princess3733 @ridingmoxley @panic-angel3314 @wrestlingnoob @sunflowers-and-swear-words @wwe-rollins-lover @baeckyshorsewomen @the-greekgoddess @metabalaba @roaring-storm

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

You didn’t know exactly how it happened.

One second, you were talking to this guy at the bar, shyly pushing away his advances; the second, you and him were separated by a large body, your hands clutching to the counter like your life depended on it.

Truth be told, you weren’t particularly upset about being interrupted, seeing as the guy in question had been really insistent and was making things more uncomfortable by the minute. Hell, his innuendos were barely hidden, and you did not enjoy the way his eyes kept ghosting over you like you were nothing but a piece of meat waiting to be bitten into.

You were, however, extremely surprised about who had stepped in.

Samoa Joe, of all people.

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xionroxas  asked:

Okay, okay, I've read a lot, I mean it, A LOT of scenarios, headcannons, stories, etc., about chocobros x reader and stuff like that, so... Please, please, don't hate me What if... The s/o confesses their feelings for a chocobro, he rejectes them, and then other chocobro developes, confesses or whatever, his feelings for them Maybe even a little fight or argument due to how the first chocobro could reject them Am I expressing correctly??? PD. I'm a big fan of yours and your writing!!!

Ok, I’ve been planning and thinking out this request for exactly 8 centuries now. Since you didn’t specify a certain chocobros for each role, I’m gonna self indulge myself and make it AN IGGY AND NOCTIS LOVE TRIANGLE BECAUSE IM FOREVER LIVING IN ONE HELP ME. I HOPE YOU ENJOY FRIEND!

If anyone wants this scenario reversed, or with a certain combo of bros, lemme know next time requests roll around. It’s a fun scenario to do. omg. 

Tagging my baes: @themissimmortal, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @stunninglyignis, @xnoctits, @itshaejinju, @stephicness

Word Count: 2,434 (high five)

Vulnerable Heart

Noctis’s apartment had become your own personal safe haven over the past month and half.  After school you would haul yourself over, whether he was home or not. You some how even convinced the young Prince to hand over his spare key, though he didn’t require much convincing… You were very lucky in that regard.

Today, however, he was home.

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anonymous asked:

I don't want to bother you or stress you out if you're super busy, but can I request a Soulmate AU fic with Reader and Loki? I don't really have any specific plot ideas sorry but maybe some angst that ends fluffy? Hope that's ok for you 😊 Ps. You're an incredible writer x

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: Soulmate!AU in which you get the same injuries as your soulmate does.

A/N: thank you so much for that compliment, my love! I have to be honest, I was a little worried about this prompt, because I’m pretty much a grandma when it comes to soulmate AU’s. I literally just know a single one and I didn’t like that with loki and reader, but then I stumbled across this one and I just fell in love with it and yes, I’ll stop talking now lol. hope you like it bb <333


You made your rounds through the compound right now, wishing everyone well in the fight against Thanos.

You were a scientist, not a soldier, so you had to stay put in the compound while some of your best friends might give their life today.

It was tearing you apart that you couldn’t do much more than wish them luck.

The last person on your list to make your farewells to was Loki.

He was standing in front of a giant window, distracted by the outside world.

You slowly approached him and gently placed a hand on his arm, trying not to startle him. If it was even possible to startle an Asgardian god.


He continued to look out of the window.

“It’s about to start.”

“Yeah. I know,” you lowered your hand and looked outside as well. After a moment of silence you looked at him again. “Promise me to be careful?”

The Asgardian only smiled a little. But it wasn’t a sincere one. You could tell right away.

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Am I Trash? Yeah, Probably

So…yeah… thanks to the lovely @markired and revisiting Teabag Edition | Bro Average I have slammed myself into the trash bin. Have an imagine on the one and only Chase. ~~~

Originally posted by markired

I woke up to a pair of bright blue eyes staring lovingly at me. “G'morning, baby,” Chase whispered.

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “Exactly how long have you been staring at me for?” I asked playfully.

He raised his head up slightly to look at the glowing iHome behind me. “Um, about an hour and fifteen minutes…”

We both burst into giggles. The mid-morning light coming from the window only made him look even more happy. As I calmed, I felt the gentle touch of his hand on my cheek. “God,” he started.

I blushed and wondered if there was drool or something on my face. “What?”

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queenconsuelabananahammock  asked:

Were Mila and Danny a thing??? I mean I had ~a feeling~ that they may have been at some point but...what's the tea 👀

They weren’t, as said by them plenty of times and the facts one can add.

I’m not much of a RPF fan, so I’m going to try and make this response as clear and informative as I can. But,

  • She was underage for most part of the show. He being 7 years older than her would had been a little bit crazy and honest to god disgusting if they were a thing. Which I don’t believe they were because
  • Both were on relationships by the time the rumor of them being a thing was spread. He has always present as a very monogamous man, liking and having serious and long-term relationships, which he had during the show and after, before marrying Bijou Philips. While Mila was also in a long-term serious relationship with actor Macaulay Culkin.
  • Another thing to add is the fact that both had refer to the other as their brother/sister, which makes sense since he seemed to have bonded with her pretty early during filming.
  • After the show ended, and their relationships too, they didn’t had a reason to hide if they had been together, but to this day they keep saying the same: they never dated, they see each other as brother/sister, it was only a rumor.

IMPORTANT, 24/06/2017: This post is constantly updated. It has gotten to long, so the rest is now under the cut. You can ask me whatever you want about it.

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I Don't Wanna Waste My Time (Jimin x reader)

Originally posted by caughtinjimin

You stared at him sleeping, you don’t know if he still loves you, or why he’s even with you. You heard everything that the boys say, although you ignored the majority of their comments it still really hurt you. Your knees were tucked tightly to your chest, maybe he was only going out with you because he felt bad. You did try very hard to get his attention and to even confess to him, so maybe that’s why he felt bad. Should you leave?

 You shook your head trying to ignore the thought, you didn’t want to waste your time and even his, so what should you do? A small moan escaped his lips as he turned to his side away from you, you swallowed thickly as you reached your hand out to stroke his hair but you stopped yourself. There’s a reason why both of you don’t hug or kiss each other anymore. There’s a reason for everything. You blinked the tears away, you didn’t want to cry at night, you weren’t about that, but something has you really beat up. You gently got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen, careful not to wake anyone. 

Once you were in the kitchen, you grabbed a tub of ice cream and took a spoonful, maybe you were stress eating. You tried not to think of it for too long, or else you would end up feeling guilty. 

“Who is up?” You heard, you turned your face quickly to the voice, finding Hoseok. You then sighed and waved, he looked at you confused but still managed to chuckle. 

“Did I wake you?” You asked, Hoseok nodded while grabbing a spoon himself and started to eat the ice cream with you. 

“I was just beginning to fall asleep too!” He stated as he shoved the spoon into his mouth, you apologized quietly, making him feel bad, “It was a joke, in fact I was wide awake.” You rolled your eyes. 

“And I’m Batman, it’s ok you can say that I woke you up.” You said, Hoseok stayed quiet as he ate the ice cream with you. Maybe it was because it was late at night, or maybe it was because you were dying to know, but you began to talk. 

“Do you hate me?” You asked, Hoseok was taken aback by your question. 

“Do I what?” He asked​, “No, I don’t hate you! How can I hate you?” Hoseok asked, you shrugged while getting up and putting your spoon in the sink.

“I overhear you all talking, just letting you know.” You stated, Hoseok mentally cursed himself out as he sucked on his spoon nervously. 

“Does Jimin like me?” You asked, you turned around, “Has he ever liked me?” Hoseok sighed as he turned to look at you. 

“__, we all like you-”

“Don’t lie to me. Don’t you dare lie to me!” You yelled, you didn’t care if you woke up some of the boys, you wanted, needed and deserved answers. 

“Tell me so I can stop wasting my time and his!” You said, Taehyung along with Jin walked out of their rooms, wiping their tired eyes. 

“Hoseok? What’s happening?” Jin asked tiredly, he then saw you shaking and crying, “__? What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?” Jin asked, you shook your head while grabbing the tub of ice cream and throwing it in the freezer. You then walked past them and into Jimin’s room, you turned on the light and shoved clothes into a bag. 

“__, where are you going?” Jin whispered, you shook your head while grabbing your toothbrush and slipping on your shoes.

“You all don’t have to pretend to like me anymore! I’m done! I don’t wanna waste my time, I’m done. Goodbye." 

Staying at a cheap hotel was all you could afford, you sighed as you wringed out your hair in a towel and looked down at your phone, 0 messages and 0 calls.  

"I guess I was right.” You sighed, this sucked. There were no other ways to express this situation, it sucked. You felt like crying, but you also felt like ignoring it. Why didn’t you feel sad? How come it’s not bothering you as much as you thought? You only felt like crying, which was odd considering you didn’t feel like you were dying or like your world was going to end. Maybe you weren’t happy in the relationship. 

“Later in the day there will be heavy storms, so bring an umbrella!" 

You ignored the anchorman, and packed your clothes back into your bag and grabbed your hotel key, after dropping off your key and making your way to your car, you decided to go back to the dorms to pick up your belongings and leave. Once you got out of the car, you felt a heaviness in your chest, should you really be showing up? Maybe they would be kind and place all your things outside the door so you wouldn’t even have to look at them. Once you walked through the lobby and caught the elevator, you held your breath. 

"Breathe..” You whispered to yourself, you then saw the familiar door at the end of the hall, you began to shake, your knees felt weak and a lightness fell over your head. “Breathe…” You stated, your legs carried you to the door and your knuckles placed a firm but soft tap. After a few seconds of waiting, the lock turned and Jimin greeted you at the door. 

“We need to talk. Now.” He said, you nodded and walked into the dorm, the boys were sitting on the couch but upon seeing you they scurried into their rooms. You sat at the table and laced your fingers together in worry, Jimin handed you a water bottle in hopes to calm you. 

“Why did you leave?” He asked, you shook your head. 

“I’m here to get my things, then I’ll be leaving.” You said, Jimin then gave you a hard stare. 

“We’ve been together for so long, you’re not leaving.” He said, you shook your head and chuckled. 

“I am leaving, I’m tired of you just tolerating me!” You said, Jimin’s eyebrows knitted together. 

“You think I’m tolerating you? You think of me that lowly?” He asked, you bowed your head in embarrassment, were all the thoughts you were having just propaganda? 

“I do. I’m done talking, I’m going to pack my things now.” You said as you got up, once you shoved everything into a duffel bag, you looked at Jimin sitting down at the table, his stare straight ahead. 

“I’m sorry for not standing up for you.” Jimin stated, but before you could hear, you were out the door. Jimin then buried his face in his hands, “I should’ve cherished you… I’m sorry.." 

djsueicujejc  asked:

Billdip and... white! Pleade don't make it sad ;-;

Guardian Angel AU

Ah you found my weakness. Bill being a parent to the twins (or at least just Dipper). And no worries, I don’t do sad.

Now, all aboard the platonic Billdip train!

This wasn’t exactly a job he wanted. He always knew it’d probably happen eventually. It happens to every demon eventually. Still, he had never been looking forward to it. Now he’s stuck looking after the adventurous little shit of a 6-year-old, Dipper Pines.

Bill Cipher is not naturally cut out for the job of guardian “angel”.

He is a demon of chaos and nightmares. He brought even the strongest mortals to their knees with ease. Other demons fear him. No exorcist will touch a case he’s involved in. His strength is unparalleled to anyone.

Yet here he is using his powers to keep a human child safe and happy. The worst part of it all? He likes it. He fucking likes it. He wouldn’t trade his pine tree for anything. It makes him sick that he feels this way. He’s not supposed to feel this way.

You know what makes him even sicker though?

Anyone daring to try and harm his kid. Bill goes into such a protective rage if anyone or anything hurts or tries to hurt Dipper Pines. It’s honestly a weird feeling to care so much about a particular human that seeing them harmed evokes rage instead of glee.

Dipper is his baby and no one hurts his baby and gets away with it.


Currently, Dipper was in the woods by himself. He had purposely gone in by himself because he was tired of his Grunkles saying he was too small to handle it. He can handle it. He’s 6-years-old. He’s a big boy now.

So far it hadn’t been bad. He has a plastic bucket with him to collect things in and everything had been good. He wanted to collect a lot of pretty things because Mabel was sick and he wanted to cheer her up.

He’s not sure how long he’s been in the woods but he’s collected a bunch of pretty stones, a couple flowers, and a blue frog with three eyes. The frog was for him not Mabel. He was going to keep in in the fishbowl he found in the closet yesterday. 

Dipper wandered father into the Gravity Falls forest. His frog croaked out pretty melodies as he walked. It definitely wasn’t a normal frog. Dipper spotted something and walked towards it to investigate.

At the entrance to a big caver there were a bunch of mushrooms. They glowed different colors and had multicolored spots on them. Dipper poked one and it made the sound of a bell and changed color. He lit up.

“Mabel will love this.”

He started picking some and putting them in the bucket. He was careful not to smoosh his frog which was being good and not trying to hop away. It took Dipper 10 minutes to catch it so he really doesn’t want to lose his frog.

There was a sudden growling noise that made Dipper look up. It was coming from the cave and a few seconds later a big monster came out. It had rough skin and sharp horns and even sharper teeth and claws.

It roared at Dipper and Dipper ran. He made sure to take his bucket with him and not spill even though it was getting heavy and he had to use both hands. He actually made good progress considering how short his legs were though the monster wasn’t that far behind.

Suddenly Dipper tripped, undone by the fact he doesn’t tie his shoes tightly and one came untied. He face planted and his bucket spilt. He pushed himself up and the monster burst through the trees. Dipper screamed the shrill scream of a completely terrified 6-year-old.

He closed his eyes and felt… heat? He opened his eyes a little then the rest of the way. There was blue fire around him in a perfect circle. It wasn’t close enough to hurt him. It was there more to keep outside things away from him.

“Ok wise guy, if you think your next snack is going to be my kid we’re going to have a problem.”

Dipper looked towards the familiar voice and over the flame saw a blond man in all yellow facing the monster. Dipper was crying hard, he hurt in a lot of places and was dirty and didn’t know where his frog was but he smiled a little knowing he wasn’t going to die today because Bill was here.

The monster roared but it’s fate was already sealed. Dipper knew better than to watch. He closed his eyes and plugged his ears while Bill tore the monster limb from limb. After about 15 minutes Dipper felt the heat of his flame shield go away and he was picked up.

He cried into the soft fabric of Bill’s clothes while Bill held him and pet his hair. He still hurt a lot and missed his frog. Who know what else was lost when the bucket spilt. He was allowed to cry instead of being told to shush or that big boys don’t cry.

“Do you hurt anywhere?”

Bill asked when Dipper had calmed down.


Bill nodded then went and sat against a tree, situating Dipper in his lap.


Dipper sniffed and pointed to his knee, his shin, his right arm, and the different scrapes on his face. Bill put his hand over each injury and bruise and made them and the pain go away. After Dipper was all healed up Bill hugged him again.

“Pine tree why are you in the woods by yourself?”

“I’m a big boy I can handle it.”

“Pine tree you almost died. That thing was going to eat you. Why were you in the woods by yourself?”

“Mabel’s sick and I wanted to collect some pretty stuff that I can give her to cheer her up. Plus, I’m tired of being told I’m too small to do things. I’m six. I can do big kid stuff.”

“You’re not a big kid yet. Talk to me when you’re in the double digits.”
“No buts. I don’t want you out here by yourself again until you’re older. Gravity Falls is dangerous. There are monsters in these woods. You should know that now.”


“I’ll carry you home ok? So, you won’t get into more trouble.”

“What about my bucket? All my stuffs spilled. I think I lost my frog too.”

“Your frog?”

“Yeah. It was blue and had three eyes and made pretty sounds. I spent a long time catching it.”

Bill sighed and reached into a nearby bush before pulling out the frog. Dipper looked so happy to see it Bill really couldn’t complain.

“Ok, go put this and all your other stuff back in your bucket then I’ll carry it and you back.”

“Ok. Thank you, Bill!” 

Dipper did as he was told and once everything was back in the bucket Bill picked up it and Dipper. Bill was really comfortable and Dipper knew he was safe with him, plus he’d been out here a very long time, so after a couple minutes he started dozing with his head on Bill’s shoulder.

Bill let him. He had heard when you become a human’s guardian the bond always forms. No one ever told him how strong that bond would be. He was unprepared for how strong his bond with his human would be. He’d die for this kid.

Dipper woke up as they exited the woods. As Bill walked to the doors of the Mystery Shack Dipper asked something.

“Yes pine tree?”
“Do you love me?”

Bill stopped a moment and looked at Dipper.

“I love you very much.”

“So, you’ll always be there?”
“Always. Just remember, my existence is just between you and me.”

“I know. I love you too, Bill.”

Bill kissed Dipper on the head then knocked on the Mystery Shack door. It was opened after only a few seconds to reveal a frazzled and panicked grey haired man in a trench coat. His eyes widened when he saw Dipper but Bill still spoke first.

“Is this yours? I found him scared and he said he lived here.”

“Yes! He’s my nephew. He disappeared this morning and we’ve been panicking. Thank you so much! I’ll take him.”

Bill let Dipper be taken from him. Dipper switched from clinging to Bill to clinging to the other man’s red sweater.

“Dipper are you alright?”
“Yes Grunkle Ford.”

Ford let out a breath of relief then turned back to Bill.

“Thank you again. We’ve been looking everywhere for Dipper. Is there anything I can do to thank you, uh,”
“My name’s Bill and there’s no need. As long as Dipper stays safe. Also, this bucket is his. There’s a frog in here he seemed very attached to so you should get a proper aquarium for it.”

Bill handed over the bucket. Ford looked inside then nodded.

“Alright. Thank you I’ll take it from here. Have a nice day and thank you again.”

“Not a problem.”

Bill reached over and ruffled Dipper’s hair.

“Bye kid. You listen to your guardians now.”

“Ok Bill.”

Bill nodded then turned and started walking away. Ford watched him for a second before closing the door. Stan was called over and Dipper was completely fussed over to make sure he was really ok then promptly scolded and grounded.

His bucket was dumped out and the contents searched. What was deemed safe was kept while Ford disposed of the rest. Dipper was allowed to keep him frog and Mabel liked the shiny stones Dipper had found for her.

Dipper understood why his family was worried. They don’t know about Bill. If they did they might be a little calmer. Dipper’s not allowed to tell them though. Oh well. Maybe one day Bill will change his mind and it won’t have to be a secret anymore. Until then Dipper’s happy as is.

jemchew  asked:

YO FAM. I need you to do this for me because we are family. I don't care which prompt you pick from your list, just write me something for Hotaru. PLEASE. I can not compute right now with my own prompts. So I'm coming to you for fanfiction, because I love you, mate. Do this and save my soul. Save OUR souls. 💕💕💕💕 'Hotaru' + 'Author's Choice!'

god, i love you. i hope i did him justice!!!

She can see it in the way that he looks at her that he adores her, and with every passing movement he watches her eagerly as if he could watch her forever. It makes her heart swell–and makes her a little more self conscious–when she tries to put all of her focus on making sure the vegetables are correctly cooked; she wants to look at him too, but would that be too much? There’s a mystery to Hotaru, despite already being as close as they were,  she still wasn’t sure how to act around him. He made her heart race in the most comforting of ways she wasn’t sure how she could repay him for making her so happy. 

But her thoughts are cut short when she feels comforting arms wrapping themselves around her waist to pull her close, and she knows it’s him that’s holding her like this. There’s an innocence that bleeds from his gentle hold which makes her heart get caught in her throat; she can feel his heartbeat against her back, his broad chest pressed against her shoulder blades. Wisps of silver hair brushed against her cheek with his chin rested on her shoulder, eyes peering into the pot that she was facing with interest. 

I want to be close to her. I could never tire of watching her. I never want to leave her.

These words come to her mind as easy as the alphabet does, and her face is flushed a bright red when she reminds herself that in her own secret way, she had felt the same. Hotaru was unbridled innocence and uninhibited honesty in the best of ways that gave her the security she had always sought out, despite his life being anything but safe. It was the security of loving and being loved back, and even if there had been circumstances that loomed over them, she knew that she could still love him with her whole heart. 

Hotaru’s kisses began light as a butterfly’s, dancing across her ear to her jawline to her cheekbone before a she spots a smile peeking from the corner of his lips. The light in his eyes sparkled as she put down her spoon to turn around to face him, nimble fingers curled around his shoulders and eyes matching his adoration. He had always been ferociously beautiful in the most painful of ways, and it hurt more and more every time to see him leave when he did. It was a beauty that didn’t allow itself to be noticed and made her miss him all the more when she realized it. So she sighs, quiet and frayed and rushed, sadness laced in her throat as it spills out into the room when she doesn’t mean it to. 

“What are you thinking?” Hotaru’s gentle honey dipped tone danced towards her ears, but she couldn’t find herself to answer right away. His words were always spoken so carefully; he had no choice but to. She could only bury her face in the crook of his neck when she replied. “I’m just thinking about how much I’ll miss you when you leave.” 

And she knows, she knows it’s selfish of her to say that when it’s entirely out of his hands, and a tinge of regret courses through her. She was preaching to the choir saying these things to him. “I’m sorry. I know you can’t do anything about it. I shouldn’t keep reminding you, it’s wrong of me to. I’m really… really, happy that you’re here.” 

He just nodded, eyes bright. Despite her selfishness, he had looked upon her still with the utmost adoration. His hands moved from her back to hold her face. Even though it is the way it is, she thought, I wouldn’t choose anyone else. It seemed as if he could read her thoughts from the way he began kissing her again, dotting her forehead and her eyelids and her nose and her cheeks, only to finally settle to hover over her lips. She could feel his breath against her.

“Every time you think of me while I’m gone, you’ll get as many kisses when I return.” 

He wasn’t ok.

College was hard, harder than he’d expected, and he wasn’t ok.

Nursey had barely slept last night, thinking about college and exams and how he was going to fail and he might as well drop out and move home because he was going to end up back there anyway and disappointing his parents and his team. 

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anonymous asked:

I have a prompt for you. I was thinking that maybe Sana after the last clip will pretend that she is okay and nothing happened so nobody will know what she really feel. And then to a next party, because she, I don't will be very tired for reasons, she will search for a quiet place and then Yousef come to her and they start to talk normal, but she fall asleep and I was thinking that maybe she will talk in her sleep and will tell him something like "you hurt me"... thank you, I love your work!!!


First of all thank you so much for trusting me with your idea! Sorry for the wait!

I didn’t intend to write this much but I couldn’t help myself. Hope you don’t think it’s too angsty. I really hope you like it and that you won’t mind if I post it on ao3 (saying that it’s a prompt of course)

So, here it is, hope you like it:


She had made it through the week. It had been like hell, but she had made it through.

Somehow she had managed to make everyone believe that nothing had happened and that everything was okay.

Every day she would get up, get ready for school, look at herself in the mirror and put on a fake smile so everyone would think that nothing was bothering her. Her mom and Elias had been the most difficult to convince, they had noticed that something was off but Sana had just blamed it on the school stress and they had eventually let it go.

At school, though, no one had noticed anything. She had tried to stay out of everybody’s way for as long as she could without giving them any reason to think that she was avoiding them.

She would pass the girls on the hallways and smile at them like her chest wasn’t aching. She would eat lunch with Noora and listen to her talking about William (not Yousef though, Noora hadn’t said his name once during the whole week which Sana found weird but it wasn’t like she was going to ask) and just nod at whatever she was saying like she was used to.

The real Sana would come out at night. She would closed the door of her room, removed the make up from her face and with that, her fake smile. She would lie on the bed and there, in the darkness of her room, she would finally allow herself to cry and be sad.

The problem was that, once she would start to cry, she would be doing that for hours which meant that she couldn’t sleep at night. Every time she closed her eyes she’d see the same scene on repeat, a certain older boy and a certain blonde girl kissing each other in front of her. If she thought about it, she had probably slept about 4 or 5 hours as a whole during that week.

That was probably one of the main reason why, when Friday came and she was invited to a party, she wanted to say no. She didn’t though, she had made it through that week without anyone noticing, she couldn’t let her be discovered because she didn’t want to go to a party.

So, when the evening came, she put on her mask once more like she had been doing during the whole week and pretended to be happy about partying with her friends. That mask almost came off when she entered the apartment of whoever was hosting the party and saw her brother with his friends, and yes, Yousef was there too. Apparently Vilde, always Vilde, had invited Elias ‘cause “they are 97, Sana, they’re cool”. Ha, that was funny. Only a week ago she could’ve sworn she had heard people saying that Vilde didn’t really fancy her brother. How the tables could turn when she needed to seem cool in front of people.

The party wasn’t going as bad as she had expected. Yes, she had a really bad headache and felt like she hadn’t slept in a week (which, actually, she hadn’t) but at least no one had approached her the whole night. She had stayed in the corner of the room waiting for a reasonable amount of time to pass before she could leave the party without being questioned. She looked at her watch, she still had to be there for at least two hours so no one would suspect. When she looked up again she noticed a pair of eyes looking straight at her from the other side of the room, Yousef’s eyes. He hadn’t tried to talk to her during the whole night, which she was thankful for. He also hadn’t tried to talk to Noora during the whole night, which she was even more thankful for. She quickly averted his look and acted like she didn’t care. She could still feel his eyes on her but she wasn’t willing to surrender, she was stronger than that, or at least she wished she was.

The song that was sounding ended and another one started. She didn’t know which song it was but apparently everyone else did ‘cause almost everyone in that party started to sing and shout.

That was it, too much noise, her head was about to explode. She pushed her way out of the room and entered a hallway. She tried the first door, bathroom. She tried the second one, locked, and she didn’t want to know why. Then, in the third was the charm. She opened the door and walked into what seemed to be a bedroom.

There was big bed in the middle of the room with a bunch of coats over the covers.  She sat on the edge of the bed and put her head between her hands. She felt like she was about to pass out of exhaustion when the door opened.

“Hi” a voice she knew way too well said.

She looked up and saw Yousef standing by the door looking at her with a concerned look.

“Are you okay? I saw you coming in here by yourself and just wanted to make sure”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just wanted a little bit of silence, I have a headache” she said pressing her hands against the mattress so he wouldn’t notice that she was shaking.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked hesitantly.

She wanted to say yes so badly, she couldn’t trust herself around him, too much pain. But at the same time she wanted to tell him to stay. She had missed him so much that week. She felt stupid for feeling that way when it was clear that he didn’t care about her, not like she wanted him to. But she couldn’t help it.

“Do what you want” she said shrugging.

He closed the door and walked over to the bed sitting next to her. She looked at the floor not daring to look at him

“I haven’t really seen you this week” he said

“Yeah, I’ve been busy with school and stuff”

“Sana Bakkoush, always so efficient”

She nodded and her headache increased. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose wishing for the pain to stop, and not only the one she was feeling in her head.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked worried

“Yes, just tired. I haven’t been sleeping very well this week” she confessed, then she added the lie she had been using during the whole week“school stress”

“If I had known that you were that stressed I would’ve sent you a meme to make you laugh”

“To make me laugh or to make me cry?” Sana asked raising her eyebrow and looking at him for the first time

“Are you trying to say that my memes are lame?” he asked

“No, I’m not trying to say that, I’m saying it”

“You’re hurting me” he said bringing a hand to his chest acting offended.

Sana laughed bitterly, if only he knew the way he had hurt her. She saw him frowning at her laugh, probably wondering what she was laughing about but if he was about to ask he certainly changed his mind when Sana yawned.

“You seem really tired. You can sleep here if you want. I can wait outside by the door to make sure no one enters” he offered.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to. I just need something to keep me awake”

“Something like what?”

“I don’t know. Since you’re here tell me something. A story”

“A story?” he asked smiling

“Use your imagination” she said rolling her eyes.

“Okay, let’s see.” He paused for a moment to think. “Once upon a time, there was this girl…”

“Let me guess, she was a princess. Very original” she interrupted him

“No, she wasn’t. She was a warrior. And don’t interrupt the artist” he said

“Fine, continue” she said yawning again

“Well, once upon a time there was this girl who was a warrior. She was the strongest girl of her village. But not only that, she was beautiful, kind, funny and a great friend. She would always put other people first and fight for what she thought it was fair”

“Sounds like a great girl” she said letting her eyes close.

“She was the best. But she had a problem though, she carried everyone’s problems with her but she wouldn’t ask for help when she needed it. She felt like everyone was counting on her so she was always there for other people but when she felt bad or when something hurt her she would swallow all her feelings and deal with them alone because she didn’t want to bother anyone.”

He looked at her to make sure that she was still listening to him. She had her eyes closed but her hands were moving so he supposed she was awake.

“Like I said, this girl was really strong so at first she dealt with it pretty well. But eventually the weight on her shoulders became so big she stopped eating and sleeping”

“Sounds familiar…” she mumbled almost inaudible.

She felt the weight of her head begging her to lie down but she tried to fight it.

“There was this one boy in the village too. He was a farmer, his specialty was carrots. He admired the warrior and looked up to her. He had always thought about talking to her but he felt like he didn’t deserve her, like he wasn’t good enough for her. But one day, the farmer started to notice that the warrior seemed sad and tired and all he wanted was for her to be happy. He wanted to make her laugh and take some of the weight she was carrying so they could share it and that way she would feel more relieved and she could get some sleep at night. But still, he was afraid that the girl wouldn’t want him like he wanted her and…” he stopped talking when he felt a weight on his shoulder, Sana’s head.

She had fallen asleep during the story and now she was resting on his shoulder. She looked so peaceful and like she really needed the sleep so he gently laid her down on the bed and covered her with one of the coats. He looked at her for a few seconds, making sure that she was asleep.

“Good night, my warrior” he whispered

“You kissed Noora” he heard her mumbled when he turned away to leave.

He froze in the place afraid to face her. He slowly turned around and looked at her, in the same position where he had left her, her eyes still closed.

“Sana?” he asked

“You hurt me…”she muttered before turning to her other side still asleep.

He approached her and called her name once again but she didn’t talk nor move. He stood there for a couple of minutes, not sure of what to do, not sure of how to react.

When he realized that she was indeed asleep and wasn’t going to wake up he turned around and left the room.

He stood outside the door to make sure no one would disturb her.

Those two sentences haunted him during the rest of the night. “You kissed Noora” “You hurt me”.

He could feel the pain on his chest, his hands sweating.

Another thought came to his mind: his story was true, the farmer boy didn’t deserve the warrior girl.


So this is it!! I really hope you’ve liked it and that I didn’t disappoint you♥♥

anonymous asked:

Headcanon. Archie is the first person Veronica tells about her feelings for Betty idk I just feel like it would be a thing where she's ranting at him and says something about how it's so fucked up that people like people who don't like them back and he's thinking 'betty isn't even mad at me for not liking her back anymore but you're still mad at me for her' until Veronica gets real sad and says something like I just want her to love me or something and he realizes that she likes Betty but idk

So I took this ask as a prompt and wrote a little one shot based off of it.

I wrote this at 2 am so it’s kinda rough but I still hope you like it.


His day had started off well enough; early morning football practice, which wasn’t really all that great, hadn’t it been for the fact that a great new melody for one of his songs had popped into his head.

Humming the tune as he walked through the halls, he was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Veronica Lodge at the end of the hallway; clearly out for blood. Just as he was about to turn the other way to escape her wrath, he heard her shout out to him.

So much for that plan.

As he turned around he saw Veronica walk towards him with a fire in her step that showed that she meant business. And here he had thought this was going to be a good day. Stupid.

“Archie Andrews! Don’t think I didn’t see you.”

He had only hoped.

“I need to talk to you actually, Ronnie, but can we please go somewhere else?” He said defeatedly. Knowing damn well that if Veronica wanted something, she was going to get it.

She glared at him suspiciously but followed him to the music room, which was surprisingly empty for once.

“This better be good because I’m about to go off on you in about two minutes” she said, crossing her arms in defiance.

“Whatever you’re going to say about me and Betty, I know, okay?” He said, sitting down in front of the piano. “I’m a douchebag for stringing her along and hurting her just because I was too blind to see that my best friend has a crush on me.”

“So whatever you have to say, save it.” He looked down at the keys. “I’ve already told her I’m sorry a million times, and she has forgiven me! No hard feelings.” He dared to look up at her but her face was unreadable.

“Are you done?” She said, looking unimpressed.

“Yes.” He was.

“Betty stood at my door crying Archie! No, sobbing actually, because you rejected her for being ‘too perfect for you’.” Veronica said to him accusingly. “Who even uses that lame old ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse anymore?”

He did apparently. “Look Ronnie, I know you’re mad at me and all, but you haven’t talked to me in two weeks and now you suddenly come at me out of nowhere.”

“Betty has moved on, why can’t you?” He asked her gently.

She looked at him for a while before sitting down next to him by the piano. Laying her head on his shoulder and sighing deeply.

He looked at her; careful to not make any sudden movements that would disturb her from her thoughts, seeing not quite anger, but sadness reflected in her eyes.

“I just know how much it sucks when someone you like doesn’t like you back. I don’t wish that feeling on anyone. Especially not Betty.” Veronica finally answered, her voice having lost all the fire it once held.

Archie put his arm around her then, feeling her completely deflate against him. He knew there was something he wasn’t seeing. A piece of the puzzle he was missing; but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

“I’m sorry for being angry at you Arch.” She said. “It just seems hardly fair when you love someone so much but they are completely oblivious.” He felt her words vibrating against his chest.

Suddenly, it clicked.

“You’re in love with Betty…” He says hesitantly.

Veronica is silent for a long while then, letting the sentence hang between them, making the air feel thick with unspoken thoughts. Because even though her face showed no sign of discomfort, he felt her heart rapidly thudding against his shoulder.

She looks up at him with a sad smile on her face.

“I’m in love with Betty.” She finally says, sounding so certain that he almost doesn’t believe that she came to that conclusion just a few seconds ago. Just like that, it was as clear as night and day. Veronica was in love with Betty just like the earth revolves around the sun, as sure as the currents of the sea.

“But that doesn’t matter.” She says, looking up at him “Because I’m in love with Betty and she’s in love with you.”

I Don't Want to Lose You

Peter Quill x Suicidal! Reader

Description: (Y/N) and Quill have been dating for five months now, though Peter has slowly become more distant.

WARNING: Suicidal thoughts occur, may upset certain people

A/N: I’m feeling angsty today, yay I guess? First person view.

(Y/N)’s POV

We’d been dating for months now, Peter and I. It was nice, he loved me, I loved him. It worked out. But lately… He’s been pushing me away. Push push push. It’s all he seems to do now, like he doesn’t want to speak with me. I’d ask if we can talk and he’d shake his head and run off.
In all terms, the rest of the team doesn’t seem to like me much either. Not even Groot. What did I do…? The knife in my bedside drawer seems to be my only conpanion at this point. Cut after cut after cut. The pain dulled after a while, cutting was my go to activity when I was feeling down. I’d think to myself, “It’s not like anyone would care if you died. Nobody likes you, not even Peter.” Peter was like my lifeline, but when him and the team started ignoring me, I felt like I was drowning.
I wear hoodies and pants to cover up the scars. I don’t want them stopping me. Honestly, bleeding to death sounds like a dream now. My red, puffy eyes in the morning doesn’t seem to stop anyone. “I’ll just go back in my room.” I muttered. The Guardians had left the ship for some mission already, forgetting I exist once more. Before I go back in my room, I notice some pills on the table. I grab them not caring who they belong to. I can’t take it anymore. The more he pushes me away the more I just want to die.
Not even thinking about it, I pop the pink and blue pills in my mouth, swallowing them. That’s when I heard the door open. I heard laughter. “They must be having a good time.. have fun while I’m gone you guys.” I laugh a little. The room’s starting to get dark and blurry. “Please be happy, Peter. I don’t want to burden you any farther..” My vision goes in and out, mind clouded with thoughts, yet at the same time nothing. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), where are you?” That was definitely Rocket. My body wouldn’t answer back. Screaming. Running. I guess he saw me…
My eyes open slowly. I sit up and look around. It’s night time. “Oh god, my head is swirling..” There’s a person in a chair beside me, eyes as wide as the ocean. “(Y-Y/N)…?” The man in the chair is my boyfriend. “Hey Peter…” He swings up and hugs me tight. Tears are streaming down his face. “I was so worried you were dead…” I look down at him. “Yeah, well that was supposed to happen, haha…” I look to the side, face turned away from him, laughing nervously. Quill only hugged me tighter. “Why… Why would you want to kill yourself… You’re so perfect and..I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ve all been ignoring me, pushing me away. Forgetting I exist. I lost all of you. It’s my fault, you should’ve let me die.” He let’s go of me, tears still running down his face. He notices my somewhat rolled up sleeve, a sob escaping his lips. He saw the scars. Quill pulls up both my sleeves, seeing my cuts, new and old; red decorating my skin in little droplets and lines. Quill looks at me. “We’ve got ourselves in some pretty deep shit at the moment. I didn’t want to get you involved, I didn’t want to lose the prettiest girl in the world JUST because I put myself in danger..” His puffy eyes and depressed gaze made me feel a pang in my heart. “I’m sorry..” I mutter. Peter leans in and kisses me. Mind out of control, I let myself melt into his kiss.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“I love you too, Peter.”

Why Lucy Heartfilia Deserves More Respect.

Alright. Here’s another rant coming your way. There I was watching a tribute for my favorite girl, Lucy Heartfilia, and I naturally go down afterwards to read the comments. There were positive ones, sure, but there were alot more negative comments about Lucy. Any fan of Lucy has probably heard it all; that she’s weak, she’s just a tool for fanservice, or that the show would have been so much better without her. Um. No. 

Before I begin fully ranting, I’ll admit that I am a bit behind on Fairy Tail. College and other responsibilities took its toll. However, I have been keeping up with the story, even if I haven’t gotten to explore it myself for awhile. That said, here we go.

First off, the fanservice. I really get upset when Lucy is called out for her choice in clothing. This girl has lived under her fathers thumb since her mother died. She was made to dress like a lady of her station at all times. When she arrived home after Phantom Lords defeat, we were able to see an example of what she had been made to wear during her time at the manor.

From her shoulders down, she is completely covered. Can you imagine how uncomfortable that dress is? It’s heavy. It’s restricting. It was likely bought for her to wear without her approval or consent. It’s another form of control her father had over her. I’m sure that one of the first things Lucy did when she left the mansion, not home–but the mansion, was find new clothes to wear. Part of it was likely to make it more difficult for people to spot the Heartfilia Heiress, but a bigger part was that she was taking her fathers control over her and his expectations and tossing them away. 

People complain that her clothing choices are way too revealing, but guess what? It’s her body and, after so many years of being told how to present herself, she can finally dress how she wants to dress. And maybe, after she grows older and, yes, more mature, she may start dressing more modestly. But right now, she is literally a teenager who spent most of her life under a domineering tyrant for a father. She’s rebelling even as she gains hold of her freedom, as any teenager would.

Moving on to another statement that ticks me off; Lucy Heartfilia is weak. Um. What? Starting off, what we know about Lucy is superficial. She is a celestial mage who desperately wants to join her favorite guild. We know practically nothing else. As the story goes, we get to see more of her and her growth. Natsu, Erza, and Gray are already obvious BAMFs. They’ve grown up training and fighting and going on missions. You know who hasn’t? Lucy Heartfilia. Again, she was raised in a rich lifestyle with each of her life decisions, besides running away, made for her. Now, maybe she was allowed to train her magic, but was it encouraged? Unlikely. Her father wanted her to grow up and marry someone who would benefit the company. That was her sole mission in life. Magic was not part of the equation. Fighting definitely wasn’t. So she joins the guild with maybe a year of traveling under her belt, give or take. Though we didn’t see it, she had started growing in that time. She collected more Gate Keys and became proficient with a whip. Once she joins Fairy Tail, she has had that one year of growth compared to a decade or more that the others had.

We see her grow more, magically, when she forcefully closes Taurus’s gate once Sherry had taken control of him in the Galuna Island arc.

We discover that Forced Gate Closures should be impossible. This is a fact that is brought up again when Loke is discovered to be Leo the Lion and we are shown through flashback his days with the abusive Karen and how he refused to let her close the gate, despite the fact that it was literally killing him to do so. Lucy Heartfilia has, in one of the very first arcs, done something impossible. Please remember she has only just joined Fairy Tail and has very little experience under her belt. 

Let’s skip ahead now to the Phantom Lord arc. During this arc, we finally learn more about Lucy’s background. She is the runaway heiress who just wanted to be happy and have her freedom. Now, after a year or so of her father not putting much if any effort into finding her, he sends a dark guild after her guild, her family. We see Lucy break in this arc. She is tortured physically and emotionally. She contemplates leaving Fairy Tail and returning to her father, even as she knows that she will never experience the happiness that she has felt during her time in this guild. She would give up her freedom for her new family’s sake. That isn’t weakness, that is strength that not many people possess. That is selflessness. In the end, she is vulnerable. Her life story has been revealed to her guild. They know, or at least have some idea of, the neglect she faced at her fathers hands. She is exposed and she has been all the more accepted for it. Her family fought for her and so now she knows she has to fight for them. She knows that he would do it all again until he got what she wanted and so she decides to confront him, the man who was her tormentor since her mother died. She travels to her fathers manor alone. She once more wears the clothes that confine her. She meets with her father, hears what he has to say, and then makes it clear that he will never again control her. She rips her dress, the physical symbol of her imprisonment at his hands, and she tells her father that she is a member of Fairy Tail and that if he ever tried attacking them again, they would destroy him just like any other enemy. 

She tells him that all she ever wanted was acceptance. To quote the dub, she says, “I’m not Lucky Lucy Heartfilia anymore. I’m Lucy of Fairy Tail. The people there treat me like family. Something that you never did.” She disowns herself from the Heartfilia name. She confronts her tormentor, she destroys her shackles, and she makes it clear that he cannot and he will not seek to control her anymore. Physically and magically, she may not have shown her strength here. But she did so emotionally. Lucy Heartfilia freed herself. 

I could go on and on with further examples of Lucy being strong; saving Loke, smiling through her pain when against Kain, holding Natsu back when in Edolas upon discovering the Lacrima, forgiving Cana when she betrayed her and later encouraging her to confess to Gildarts, letting Flare torture and humiliate her in front of the entirety of Fiore in order to save Asuka, time traveling in the hopes of saving her guild and others, sacrificing Aquarius, her oldest friend, in order to save her guild, even though it was likely the most painful experience she had ever endured, etc. etc.

Without Lucy, Team Natsu would have never formed. Makarov and the other guild masters might have died under Lullaby’s sound. They never would have met Gajeel and Juvia. Loke would have died. Angel would have continued using and abusing her spirits. It’s very likely that Fairy Tail would have never left Edolas without Lucy there. Fairy Tail could have ended at that point, and what a sad ending it would be. 

Lucy Heartfilia, physically, may not be the strongest person in the guild. But emotionally? Magically? She is so, so strong. She’s there for her friends. She won’t abandon them when the going gets tough. She will fight to the death for the people she cares about. She may get knocked down. She may need help getting back up sometimes. But she always does. She has broken and put herself back together, stronger and even more steadfast than before. Strength is more than punching through a wall or beating up the bad guy. Strength is also facing your fears head on, even with the uncertainty that you’ll make it out alive. And Lucy does this constantly. 

Lucy deserves all the respect in the world. This girl is a survivor, if people can’t see that then they need to rewatch the show because it’s all there, from the very beginning, and it just becomes more clear as the story continues. 

Here’s to Lucy of Fairy Tail.


There was a post once with the hc of Jack having a tooth gap before the promotion and have I mentioned that I love it?

But then I started thinking about how Gabe would react when he suddenly lost it. So have this drabble. 

Gabriel exhaled as he stepped off the ship, taking in the view of the new HQ. He hardly recognized it, if he was honest. The size of it had doubled. The trees and flowers outside made it feel more like a resort and less military. In fact he’d almost swore a few of these people were touring the place rather than working there.

The most glaring difference, however, had to be the statue.

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