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The Only Exception (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,523

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes, drinking, sad story retelling (mentions of death and loss)

A/N: Moving right along…and yes, I used a Keep Reading line. Also, shout out to @redgillan for making my day brighter.

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anonymous asked:

I like Mary. I think she's awesome. I don't see why she has to be evil.

Oh, boy, okay.

Listen you can like Mary all you want – I loved her too before the fucked up her entire story arc – but her entire arc was building up to be a villain, and a badass one that was going to go down with a fight. 

I’m REALLY not trying to be pedantic here, Nonny, but asks like this force me to pull out receipts, all of which I’m sure you’re not going to read, because who likes to be proved wrong, but I digress. I always end up sounding more harsh than I am when all I want to do is educate you on my perspective and what the narrative is teaching us.

THAT’S Why she’s a villain. When a character kills the title character of a show, they are coded as the bad guy unless they do a redemption arc that actually is a redemption.

Mary had NO redemption arc AT ALL. Even in S4, Mary is STILL manipulating and emotionally abusing Sherlock and John against each other with her fucking creepy-assed DVDs and her belittling of John in T6T. She still runs off to go do her little assassin things and still lied and manipulated everyone. And I know the argument is going to come up, but Mary’s gunshot was NOT a redemption. A redemption arc has the ex-villain doing a good deed and being genuinely sorry for their past actions. Not ONCE Mary has ever apologized for any of the shit she put everyone through. All of it was a plan, especially if she had creepy DVDs made FAIRLY RECENTLY (you can tell because of the hair style) to send out to people. Also:

YOU ARE EVIL IF YOU ACTIVELY OR POSTHUMOUSLY TELL SOMEONE TO GO KILL THEMSELVES.

That and Mary’s entire death scene was RIDICULOUS and completely contradicted EVERY rule that was established in this universe only 2 episodes prior on how characters die.

Nonny, Mary’s character arc is one I have been passionate about for many years, even before I was a Johnlocker, because her character was fascinating to me, and helped me understand the psychology and make sense of events that were happening in my life at the time. Right up until TAB, Mary was being coded as the next Moriarty. For some reason or another, Mofftiss decided to turn her into an “assassin with an heart of gold” and failed spectacularly.

If Mary truly was good, she WOULD HAVE TOLD JOHN FROM THE BEGINNING WHO SHE WAS, OR AT LEAST TOLD SHERLOCK SHE NEEDED HELP. HLV would have not played out as it did. Instead deciding that killing Sherlock was her only option so that she could continue to manipulate John, since she knew he was most malleable when he was grieving Sherlock.

You can read Mary’s character however you want, I could care less… well okay apparently I do because of this reply… But please, seriously consider that what became of her character really made no goddamned sense to the narrative arc the built for her and quite frankly really lazy writing. Just because she is a woman, doesn’t mean that she is nice and sweet and not abusive. Excusing her of her brand of emotional abuse and manipulation is really sexist.

People thought my mother was a nice person, too.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering how the chocobros would react if their s/o told them they were pregnant at an early age and they're the father? Like around high school—maybe as Seniors or Juniors? You don't have to do it if you don't want to but thank you for your time!

I’ve actually been so excited to write this prompt?? I feel like there’s some good angst/fluff breeding ground right here (get it? Puns haha). I’m going to be addressing this topic not in a negative manner per se, but a less favorable one, as pregnancy in high school for many people can be a very scary thing that they aren’t prepared for.

(PS. Let’s pretend that Ignis and Gladio also went to public school during their teenage years)

Hope this is close to your liking, anon!

—Leigh


You’re scared. Very, very scared.

At first, you don’t believe the test. So you take another. Then another.

All positive.

And you feel like you’re about to throw up— this time not because of the morning sickness. The second thing you do after watching the second little red line appear on the stick for the third time is cry. You thought you were being safe, you thought…

You didn’t think enough, obviously. And now you have to deal with the aftermath.

You don’t work up the courage to tell your family. You can’t. Not yet.

First, you have to tell the father.

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I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 2

*PART 1*| *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed, and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest, you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1363

Warnings: MISTERY, cursing, alcohol, bad decisions, some sexual content, presumptions of rape, suppositions about a date rape drug. You are reading at your own risk. Sorry.

A/N(IMPORTANT): I am very glad that so many of you liked the first part. When I started to write this, I did not expect to write a story like this. I hope you will like the second part. Please after reading this, read some fluff. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. 

Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc.
Also, the thoughts are write in italic.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.

“W-what?” My voice was shaky


How quick could I get to the front door?
Jughead was (much/a little bit/-) taller, but maybe I could reach them faster. Of course, if the door is not closed. I could also choose a window, but this one look like really tricky to open.


“Maybe you want to change first?” He asked, and my mind started to work faster. 

I need to get out of here. Now

I threw the clothes he gave my into the air, and I reached the front door. I pressed the handle.  

Closed. Fuck. I should choose the window.

****

“This was amazing,” I said when I finished my drink “What did you add to it?”

His eyes opened wide, but he smirked and said: “I am not telling you, it’s a secret.”

I laughed. “Then I would like another “secret”, but first let’s go dance.“

*****

“I want to leave! If you don’t let me go, I will start screaming” Jughead was shocked. Probably he didn’t expect that I will act like this.

“Wait what… No no (Y/N) it’s not like that.”

“Open the door!”

“(Y/N)” He began to approach me.

“Stay away!” I said quickly. He stopped and put his hand into his pocket. He took out the keys.

“I am not forcing you to stay here (Y/N). You can leave whenever you want” He threw the keys, and I caught them.

“The biggest one,” he said.

I slowly opened the door still looking at him. It was right key. 
It calmed me a little.

“Ok, what happened” I crossed my arms. I needed answers, but I still didn’t trust him. Why should I?
I felt dizzy. The room started to be vague.

What was happening? I didn’t drink or eat  anyth… Oh God, he made me a coffee. And I drank it.
*******
“Hi guys!” Veronica and a guy who I didn’t know walked to us.

“Hi!” I said

“(Y/N) you don’t know my brother. This is Oliver, Oliver this is (Y/N)” Reggie introduced us.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N)!” He was taller than Reggie, but they were very similar. No wonder why Veronica was looking at his face with admiration. He was very very handsome.

“You too.” He smiled. He had a gorgeous smile!

“Guys, someone puked on the stairs, and the beer had finished.” said some tall blonde boy who just barged through a crowd.

“It’s not even midnight!” Reggie looked at his brother and then at us.

“I take the beer,” Oliver said.

“So that means I going to deal with the stairs” Reggie rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Yup, little brother. Excuse us ladies. We will be right back.”

******
My vision went blur. I was falling. I felt the strong hand on my waist.

“No,” I said, but Jughead didn’t let me go.

“Calm down. Just sit on the chair. You will not black down in my house again.”

He walked my to the chair and took away his hands.
Again?

“What was in my coffee,” I said quietly

“What?”

“What was in my coffee Jughead?”
******
“Girl, we are lucky” Ronnie smirked to me when Reggie and Oliver drifted away.

“The most handsome brothers!”

“I can already hear the rumours.”

“(Y/N) and Veronica the luckiest girls in the school” we laughed

“What are you two laughing about” we heard Archive voice. We turn around. He was holding two drinks.

“Nothing” Ronnie smiled.

“Well I figured out you will probably like something to drink since your partners abounded you.” He handle us the drinks

“I shouldn’t mix the alcohol,” I said hesitantly

“C'mon (Y/N) I made it especially for you” Archie winged.

“You are the second guy who said that in about ten minutes” I rolled my eyes
“Not very original.”

“Yeah thank you Archie for making during especially for (Y/N)” Ronnie acted offended but she smiled

“And this one is “especially” for you Veronica” Archie reflected, but he kept looking at me when I was drinking. I laughed.

“I hope so,” Ronnie said and took her drink.
*******
“I didn’t drug you (Y/N)!”

“That is something, which someone who drugged me would say!” My vision was clear again. He was picking up the clothes. He looked in my eyes and sighed.

“I didn’t drug you. I didn’t force you to anything…” I opened my mouth. “No, let me finish! I didn’t add anything to your coffee. Basically, I didn’t do anything like that. I don’t know the whole story, but I can tell you what I know and what happened. I will understand if you don’t want to. You can leave whenever you want.”

I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure what to do. I was curious, but on the other hand,  I was scared.

He rolled his eyes, took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table next to me.
“I don’t know where your phone is but you can call whoever you want and check my story. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“How are you filling?”

“Better.”
*****
I knew that I shouldn’t mix alcohol! It was wired that I was drunk after two drinks. I didn’t like being drunk, but this time it was surprisingly nice. I felt relaxed when I was dancing. But after about 20 minutes I started feeling dizzy.

“Are you ok?” Kevin asked with concerned look

“I think-k so-o. I n-need s-some air” I said, and I was surprised. I didn’t think I
was so drunk to have a speech problem.

“Girl how much did you drink?” he smirked

“Definitely not enough” Veronica handled me a drink. She already drank about 6 and Archie was still bringing more.

“No, thanks.” The speech problem disappeared, how was that possible?

“C'mon you only drank about 2 and it’s not even midnight. By the way, did someone see Reggie or Olivier?”

****

“Why I am here with you,” I asked

“You called me,” he answered.

That was wired. Why I phoned Jughead? I didn’t know him. I didn’t talk to him. Something wasn’t right.

“I don’t have your number. How could I called you?”

“You called me from Archie’s phone.”

*****
“I think I need to go home,” I said and started to looking for my purse. Damn it I left it somewhere.

“No (Y/N) stay with us!” Kevin insisted

I saw that Archie was holding a phone, he was texting. I took his phone and opened the contact book.

“No (Y/N)!” Archie tried to stop me and got his phone back. Probably I interrupted some meaningful conversation. I didn’t care. I found the taxi number, but I accidentally press the one above. I saw Jughead name on the screen, and then I heard his voice. He was angry.

“Dude! I told you I’m busy. I don’t care how wasted you are I’m not picking you up.” He hung up.

Archie took the phone out of my hand. “You need some air,” He said. “I will call a taxi for you, ok?”
I nodded

We walked out of Reggie’s house. The cold air was very nice. But I didn’t felt better. Contrary everything went blur again. I sat on the stairs. I felt dizzy and tired.

“Do you want to have a walk? Drive-In is nearby” I heard the voice. It sounded like from under water. Unrealistic. I didn’t recognise it. Maybe it was Archie? I walked out with Archie, right?

Strong hands helped me to stand up. I felt like my feets didn’t belong to me. I looked at the owner of the hands. But everything was nebulous. He was tall. What was his hair colour? Is it’s just the light from the streetlight reflecting in his black hair or there are really red?

“Yeah let’s go,” I said, and he took my hand.

******

“What are you not telling me, Jughead?” I asked

He didn’t answer.

anonymous asked:

ummmm..... I LOOOVE YOUR WORK (≧∇≦) YOU ARE SERIOUSLY SUPER TALENTED! Are YOU A GENIUS???? Sorry for caps...(´-`)If you don't mind, may I request an hc about the RFA + minor trio mistaking mc's twin for mc? Maybe they see her twin with another guy, so they ask mc about it or something... I just love love love your writtiiinngg~~~ I can write whole page! It's all so good that I they're all my favorite! (´Д` ) Sorry if its unclear/bad grammar... Bye(・◇・)/~~~

RFA + MTrio React to Mistaking CM for MC

Omg pls you guys are feeding my ego so much
And don’t worry about your grammar!! Grammar is the hardest part of any language, I cry when I speak anything other than English cause “How do say this” 

Ok anyways

Some of these are going to be those totally cliché “Secret Twin” scenarios that are kind of angsty but I’m gonna try some more lighthearted ones too because I feel like the “I SAW YOU WITH ANOTHER MAN IM LEAVING YOU!!!1!1!” “Babe thats my twin” scenarios have been used quite a bit and I don’t want to pump out something that’s already out here

If you decide you want those scenarios instead though then let me know! Because if you just happen to reallllly like that specific case then I’ll do a short drabble focusing on that

Also sorry in advance for the Choi twin ones, I just feel like they would know about MC’s twin and I the writing for them isn’t up to par with the others but I didn’t want to postpone posting for much longer because of it.

Ok I talk too much lets go

Yoosung:

  • He’s walking by a cafe near campus when he sees you sitting across from another guy
  • He stops dead in the side walk and stares in the window
  • At first he thought you were maybe just..discussing something? With some guy? Who you never told him about…?
  • No he didn’t think that at all his brain went straight to the worst but he couldn’t bare to think it so he came up with every excuse in the book.
  • MC’s a spy and they have to kill this guy
  • He’s a new RFA recruit???
  • He’s a dealer and MC’s buying drugs
  • MC is secretly a vampire and just trying to eat this guy
  • Every thought bubble he had was popped when you leaned over the table and planted a kiss on the mans cheek
  • Yoosung heard his heart-
  • rrrng rrrrng rrrrng rrrng
  • He was going to say breaking but apparently his heart rings when broken?
  • He looked at his phone and your Caller ID was up
  • “Huh?” He looked from his phone to the window, where ‘you’ were still sitting and talking with the strange man
  • He answers the phone, voice a little shakey “H-Hello?”
  • “Yoosung? Hey! Sorry to call but on your way home can you grab soup. I’m feeling like soup for dinner tonight.”
  • ….
  • “Yoosung?”
  • “MC…how are you doing this?”
  • “…Doing what Yoosung?”
  • “Are you a vantrilaquist?”
  • “Yoosung pls just what the fuck are you talking about”
  • “I’m staring at you through a window having coffee with another man…but you’re on the phone with me.”
  • “1. Yoosung that’s creepy that you’re staring at two strangers 2…”
  • His phone beeped and he looked down to see you sent him a picture of you sitting on the couch with a controller in hand, soda on the table, blankly staring at the camera.
  • He snapped a picture of the ‘you’ in the window and sent it back
  • “Yoosung that’s my sister and her boyfriend you egg”
  • “Your sister???? What???”
  • “I told you I had a sister!”
  • “NOT THAT YOU GUYS WERE TWINS”
  • “I assumed when you met her you’d be with me…not that this would happen. This is some TV style mess.” You chuckled, feeling a little guilty. Reflecting on it, you probably would have been upset too if you thought a look a like Yoosung was putting the moves on someone else “So……soup?”
  • “Yeah babe of course, what do you want?”

Jaehee

  • She was at the cafe making -cue Savior Meme going and making a post about Jaehee owning a musical theatre instead- a new brew when you walked in
  • She sees you and casts a warm smile and a “Hey Honey”
  • The person Jaehee thought to be MC cocks their head, slightly confused, but brushes it off as Jaehee being a very friendly Barista
  • The copy cat you stands at the counter, waiting about a minute before Jaehee realizes their presence at the spot
  • “Dear, what are you doing?”
  • The customer furrows their brows and responds slowly, somewhat confused “Ordering coffee…”
  • Jaehee chuckles, amused at you playing customer. She just shakes her head and walks over to the register
  • “Alright, what’ll you have?”
  • “I’ll have an iced Mocha with extra cream no sugar.”
  • Jaehee scribbles it on a cup and gets to work making the drink “Weird choice for you. Didn’t think you were a fan of  mocha, you always seem to prefer vanilla”
  • “I do?” 
  • “Yes silly, you always ask for French vanilla flavoring.”
  • “I ne-” Before your clone can respond though, Jaehee has finished up the drink and handing it over
  • As ‘You’ take the drink, Jaehee leans over the counter and plops a quick kiss on your cheek
  • ‘You’ are frozen on the spot
  • Jaehee opens her eyes to see why you’re suddenly so frigid towards her, but when she opens them she can’t help but glance behind you and see…YOU??
  • “MC?” Jaehee jumped back looking between you and your look a like.
  • “MC?” Your twin turns to you, face still flushed from their sudden kiss. “Is this the surprise you had for me??? A super friendly barista??”
  • “Surprise???” Jaehee exclaimed, still looking between the two of you. “Wait you’re not MC???”
  • Finally you stepped in to clear the confusion
  • “Jaehee! This is my twin …. CM. CM, this is my new Cafe that I run with my girlfriend!”
  • “Girl..friend.” CM turns to look at Jaehee, at the same time the two of them realize everything that just happened concerning the confusion.
  • “I am so so so so so so so so so sorry” Jaehee can not stop apologizing no matter how many times CM says it’s ok.

Zen

  • It was  opening night for his new show
  • He was pumped
  • Sure because of the show, but also because you had shot him a text earlier that day that you were going to bring your sibling. 
  • Zen had yet to meet anyone in your family, so he was excited that you were going to start introducing him to them. It showed how ready you were to spend your life with him and that just made him giddy.
  • So after the show was over he couldn’t wait to find you
  • He scanned the crowd and eventually spotted you in the crowd with a bouquet of roses
  • MC is so sweet he hummed to himself
  • That was his sole moment of calmness before the storm
  • He watched as his coworker walked up to you and started chatting you up. Zen was on the other side of the auditorium, trying to push his way through the flock of people set on congratulating him, so he couldn’t run to your rescue as fast as he liked.
  • He was frustrated but he knew you could handle yourself
  • At least that’s what he thought until his fellow actor’s hand found it’s way to your hand, where the thumb gently brushed back and forth. 
  • Zen’s face turned red, and the shade only grew deeper when he saw his douche bag scene mate’s mouth turn into a cocky looking smirk.
  • He found superhuman speed and agility to push through the crowd and end up right behind you, where he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your cheek
  • “Honey, there you are.” Zen sounded so sweet while his blazing red eyes stared daggers into the green ones of his coworker.
  • “Zen? This is your girlfriend?”
  • “Yes, this is my girlfriend MC.” Zen squinted at the guy. How dare he pretend not to know, Zen only pointed out MC every time she came to a show. Every time she picked him up from rehearsal. Every time-
  • “You said your name was CM” The Actor turned a confused stare to the person in Zen’s arms
  • “I-” They tried to say but
  • “CM?” Zen questioned, he spun them around only to realize “You’re not MC.”
  • “No I’m” Cm tried to say
  • “Zen!” You interjected as you ran over to the 3. “Sorry, I had to run to the bathroom. CM thanks for holding the flowers. Speaking of which, Zen I see you’ve met my twin”
  • Zen’s face turned bright red with blush this time
  • He turned to his fellow actor and CM and started apologizing profusely 

Jumin

  • He knew you had a brother….or…a sister? …or both?
  • He lied he had no clue, he just knew you had some sort of sibling.
  • He was unaware it was a twin
  • A twin who worked as an assistant for a company but was looking to switch, so when they saw C&R was hiring a new chief assistant, they threw an application in
  • So here is Jumin, just sorting through some applications when he sees
  • “CM PlayerPants” 
  • He smirks at the paper, seeing all the information filled out is yours. Your home address, the general store you lived near, your school, graduation, etc.
  • Your picture was even you, just you in a suit and looking very hot professional
  • Now lets face it you and Jumin did some kinky shit sometimes
  • Sometimes your love life together involved role playing
  • Jumin was surprised at how much effort you put into this, but he wasn’t going to spoil it. 
  • He types in the phone number, it’s not your usual cell number, what did you get a prepaid phone just for this?
  • He was in awe with your dedication
  • Rrrng rrrng rrrng
  • “Hello?” Your voice answered
  • He couldn’t hide the smirk on his face “Hello there, Kitten.”
  • “I-I’m sorry?”
  • “Oh my bad” He corrected himself “Hello there, Ms. Playerpants. This is Jumin Han from C&R calling about your application”
  • “Oh! Uh, Hello! Yes, what can I do for you? Does it need any clarification?”
  • “Oh no no no, I think I read you loud and clear.” He lazily flipped through the pages of the resume in front of him
  • “Oh..ok. Is this about the position then?”
  • “Yes” A smirk found it’s way to his lips “Speaking of which, what is your favorite position?”
  • “Excuse me? I don’t think I understand?” The voice on the end was clearly taken aback. Damn, you were making him work for this.
  • “Well I figured I’d give you a say in the matter tonight since you put sooo much work into this. So Kitten, tell me, what would you like to do tonight? Maybe I’ll buy some toys on the way home an-”
  • “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????” Click.
  • Jumin just stared at the phone confused. He shrugged it off because his desk phone went off, and when he answered it was his father calling him to a meeting. Jumin resolved to just handle whatever happened with you when he got home
  • After a long work day he came in the door to see you waiting for him. “Hello Kitten.”
  • “Hey Babe, how was work?”
  • “Good, aside from this strange phone call I made today” A small grin on his face
  • “Oh?” You cocked an eyebrow.
  • “Yes,” He purred as he walked over and started rubbing your shoulders “I thought I had found a new assistant”
  • “OH!” You exclaim, jumping up and remembering something “I forgot to tell you this morning! My twin is applying for the chief assistant job, it completely slipped my mind.”
  • “Your…twin?” Jumin cocked his brows now
  • “Yes! CM!”
  • “C….M” Jumin was quick to catch on to his mistake “Oh my god”

Seven

  • Lets face it
  • You guys may be sick of hearing this but 
  • He knew
  • Of course he knew
  • He stalked the ever-loving-shit out of you
  • He saw photos of the two of you together
  • He insists on you and your twin joining him and Saeran out for lunch all the time
  • You guys have the certified Twin Club in his brain
  • The 4 of you spend so much time together Seven can tell the slight difference between your hair and your twins. How your twin is about a centimeter taller. Your eyes are a little more wide.  He knows. 
  • Which is why he isn’t caught off guard when your twin and you show up in the same room
  • He’s not confused when he sees CM out kissing someone 
  • He knows
  • He loves it
  • #TwinSquad

V

  • His eyesight is so bad he has mini heart attacks once a week thinking he sees you out in public holding hands with someone else
  • Over time he stops freaking out, he starts to recognize you easier, which means he can play ‘Spot the Blurry Difference’ a little better when you two aren’t together
  • Until one day he’s on set doing a photo shoot for a Modeling company that requested his help
  • And he sees…MC? With a headset on ordering some people around to do this and that.
  • The voice is the same. He knows MC’s voice damn well. 
  • And that is MC
  • “MC..” V quietly calls out but with no answer.
  • ‘MC’ Disappears into the crowd of models
  • What the fuck. How could you not tell him? He was a little hurt you never shared your work life with him. Was this where you were when the two of you weren’t together? Did you think he wouldn’t be impressed because he usually focuses on more artsy photography??? Did he say something??? MC please why don’t you love hi-
  • “Hey Hun!” 
  • MC!? V whirled around to see you, but you were talking to one of the models, very flirtatiously he may add. Your hand on their arm and a sweet, sweet smile on your face as you looked at them. He could see that much.
  • He felt his heart break a bit, how could you pretend not to even see him?
  • No. No this couldn’t be you. 
  • Jihyun Kim trusts and loves you and refuses to believe you’d be evil *cough*LikeHowHeTrustedSnakeBitch*cough* 
  • He marches well marches as good as you can while visually impaired up to ‘MC’ and taps them on the arm.
  • MC turns “Can I help you?”
  • “I’m sorry, but you look extremely like a friend of mine. Her name is MC-”
  • The set director in front of him suddenly seems much more friendly “Oh! That’s my twin! Wait, are you V?? MC mentioned they were dating a photographer I didn’t realize it was the one we hired for today! Oh, I’m sorry, Hello I’m CM!”
  • Relief. So much fucking relief on V’s heart.

Vanderwood

  • Neither you nor Vanderwood were aware that Seven was being devious today
  • He had been scarce all day, leaving the two of you to go through the day in overall peacefulness. You guys had spent a bit of time together, but eventually you got up to start cleaning and doing some chores.
  • Yep that’s all normal
  • Until you suddenly walk in the door you did not leave out of
  • “MC?” Vandy stared at you as you looked at him, then walked straight back out the door you just came in
  • Then you walked in the door he thought you originally left from.
  • You crossed the room and into the hall, out of site. He was left a little slackjawed and confused
  • Then you entered from the door he just saw you enter from. Wait what
  • “MC how-”
  • You giggled and ran out another door
  • Only to come back from the hall
  • “OK LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK”
  • His outburst made you jump
  • “Vanderwood wha-”
  • Two doors behind you silently opened, and two almost carbon copies of you peaked their heads through and shushed Vanderwood
  • He was speechless and just violently pointed trying to get you to turn around, but by the time you did the copies of you were gone
  • “What in the fuck-”
  • “Vanderwood what is-”
  • “Yeah Vanderwood why-” An MC copy asked running in from the hall
  • “What’s going on?” Another one said coming in from a room
  • “What the” You looked around and Vanderwood was rubbing his eyes like crazy trying to get whatever form of psycho out of them. 
  • Upon further inspection, you realized one of your clones didn’t look like you aside from the fact they were wearing your clothes and had on a wig that looked like your hair “Seven?”
  • “You got me! Lucky~~Aha~!” Seven cheered pulling the wig off
  • “So who is-” Vanderwood looked to the last copy
  • “Oh, I’m CM! I’m MC’s twin. 707 asked if I would help him out with a little prank and I couldn’t say no” Cm giggled.
  • You all had a good laugh
  • Except Vanderwood

Saeran

  • Ok, you guys might hate me for this one
  • But
  • I feel like he also knows
  • I feel like Seven has told him, and dragged him out on the #TwinClubDates
  • There’s no way Seven wouldn’t constantly talk about you 4 being goals
  • He takes group pictures of you guys all the time
  • He shows Saeran photos of CM constantly asking if he and Saeran look more alike than MC and CM
  • Buuut
  • Even though Saeran knows, he’s totally fucked up before
  • I bet he’s accidentally kissed CM before when MC’s in a spot then leaves only for CM to be left standing somewhere close to where Saeran last saw MC
  • He’s definitely had to play the “Which one am I dating” game when you two first started going out. And he has failed and accidentally grabbed Cm’s hands, causing you two to giggle despite Saeran’s obvious saltiness
  • I’m sorry. This one is really weak but I don’t really have any ideas for it because I feel like Saeran wouldn’t make a big slip up since he’d know MC had a twin cause of Seven. 

anonymous asked:

why do you hate itachi? i think i saw you say before how they "copped out" or something, bc of how the massacre played out to make him an antihero more than a villain, but i don't really understand that. it was alluded to that there was something weird behind the massacre even before the reveal, so it isn't like they suddenly changed his character, we just weren't aware of everything yet. he's not a hero, but i think your hate for him is kinda ridiculous. his (bad) actions make sense in context

You are absolutely entitled to your opinion. This, however, is mine. And because I’m faintly aggravated, let me extrapolate why I feel the way I do. 

1) There was no need for the massacre to happen. At all. Sarutobi was in favor of peace, Danzo was going behind his back, Itachi should not have listened to/obeyed/trusted the man who historically distrusted the Uchiha and had a history of operating without Sarutobi’s permission. Also, the excuse that acknowledging the attempted coup would have opened the village to attack is bullshit. If that didn’t happen after the Kyuubi attack, it wasn’t going to happen at all. 

2) ITACHI TORTURED SASUKE. REPEATEDLY. There is no universe where that is okay. 

3) Supposedly Itachi joined Akatsuki to spy on them. He did nothing to stop them, and even helped them. He never passed on any information to anyone. Why? How does that make sense?

4) If Itachi was actually a pacifist, he would have found another way. He’s often held to the same hero standards as Naruto, but I cannot in a thousand years imagine Naruto doing what he did. 

5) All of that leads to the fact that I find it ridiculous Itachi is treated like a hero. He didn’t do anything heroic that he didn’t have at least some hand in making go to shit in the first place. 

Lemme put it this way: 

Orochimaru is seen as a huge villain and a terrible person. He murdered 60 children. That is awful. He’s morally repugnant for doing so. 

The Uchiha Clan was large. Itachi likely killed more than 60 children that night. Children who had nothing to do with anything. Babies. Infants. Toddlers. Men and women who might have had nothing to do with planning the coup. This is a massacre, to reiterate, that never needed to happen in the first place. 

Double-checking and confirming his orders with Sarutobi would have prevented everything. And Itachi is supposed to be a genius. Beyond genius, even. He supposedly was mentally ready to be Hokage at seven years old, and that’s utter bullshit, but that’s what canon says. 

In context? The reasoning behind the massacre is paper thin, and I call bullshit. Basic logic (which Itachi should have been capable of, in canon) would have prevented it. I don’t find that sensible, sorry. 

So, yeah, I dislike Itachi, but I think I have solid reasons for it, thanks. Also, I am allowed to dislike a character. I’m sorry if you’re offended, but it’s a personal opinion, which I am fucking entitled to. 

anonymous asked:

Hey, Mira. I hope you're doing okay. If this request can maybe make you feel a little bit better, maybe nalu, college au? I've always thought it's a bad time. I don't know what you've been through, so I can't do much to help. I'm sorry. Take care

A/N: *hugs you* It’s all right; your well-wishes mean more to me than you know. I don’t want to bore people with my life too much anyway, heh, so don’t worry about it. So I might as well get to your request I am just the best procrastinator since I’m now only a couple semesters away from graduation! So things are getting better for me for sure, slowly but surely ;u; I hope you enjoy this; thanks for the request!

I’m sorry for the lateness (and possible rustiness ‘cause wow am I out of practice)! Baby steps. :’3


POP!

Natsu’s heart just about leapt right out of his chest when his phone suddenly buzzed out of nowhere in his back pocket. He did his best to calm his heart as he sat up and fished out his phone to check what it was—this shady spot under the trees in the campus park was just too easy to doze off at.

The first thing that caught his eye was the time—and he immediately blanched. Had it already been this long? He’d been so sure he had another half hour at the least…

He sighed and ruffled his matted salmon-pink hair, brushing out the bits of leaves and twigs that had gotten tangled in them when he’d laid down and fallen asleep there…again, before finally checking to see what notification he’d received.

It was a text from Lucy.

Hey, Natsu; I just finished class for the day! Where are you?

Natsu bit back a groan as his heart sunk a bit lower—he really had slept for way too long if Lucy had already finished her classes. What sort of excuse could he give her now? He had nothing!

He waited for another minute or so before he texted her back:

Eh, just at the usual spot, you know the one
I’ll wait for you

And he sat back and stared up at the tree branches while letting the light breeze tickle his cheeks until she arrived—which wasn’t long; he could hear her calling his name from a distance after only a couple more minutes.

“Hey, Natsu! I’m here!” Natsu raised his head and turned in the direction of her voice—the slender blonde was holding her schoolbooks under one arm and had slung her purse over her opposite shoulder, smiling and waving at him as she jogged over to meet him.

Natsu couldn’t help but smile to himself as she approached even in spite of the storm of tirades he knew would eventually come his way.

Damn it; she’s beautiful…

“Hey, Lucy,” he greeted her in return as she reached him, finally standing up and dusting himself off. “Doing good today?”

“Oh, yeah; today was good! I finished off the rest of my homework, and I’m free over the weekend!” She then smiled at him expectantly. “What about you? How did that presentation of yours go?”

Damn it; she just jumped straight for it without giving him any time to come up with a legitimate excuse. He exhaled sharply before rubbing the back of his neck, not meeting her gaze.

“I didn’t go,” he answered at last.

Lucy’s warm brown eyes widened. “You…didn’t go? W-wait a minute; you mean you skipped?

He stared down at his worn shoes now as he lowered his hand, still not looking up. “…Yeah.”

“But…Natsu, that presentation was worth thirty percent of your grade! Now you’re pretty much guaranteed to fail it!”

“I know.”

“Then why didn’t you—?”

I don’t know!” he finally snapped—he didn’t even need to look up to realize that she’d flinched back at his sharp retort. He sighed heavily, covering his face with his hands. “I just…I don’t know. I know it was an important assignment; I know passing this class was hinging on whether or not I aced that presentation. I know. I just…” His hands fell away from his face and he returned to staring up at the tree branches above them, the regret gnawing away at his chest. “I don’t know why I didn’t do it. I didn’t even have anything prepared, not even an ad-lib or an outline or even a fucking notecard. I honestly tried, but I couldn’t make myself care.” 

Natsu still wouldn’t look at her face, but he could hear the tender concern in Lucy’s tone as she murmured, “Natsu…”

And for some reason, that only aggravated him even more.

“I know I probably should care, but I just don’t. I don’t even get the point of this class; what does it even have to do with my major? At all? What even is the point when I’m not going to apply this in my daily life ever?” He paused and drew in a deep breath. “Fuck college. Fuck all of it and its stress-inducing and greedy money-grabbing ways. I wish I never applied. I never even wanted to.”

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air between the two as Natsu finished his rant, only being interrupted by the gentle rustling of the leaves above and the distant chatter of the campus students scattered about as they went about their business. It was a moment before either of them spoke.

“…Natsu?” Lucy said at last.

Natsu sighed, bracing himself for the incoming lecture. “Yeah; what?”

“Do you…want to grab some coffee before we go back to the dorms?”

He felt his eyebrows arch in surprise as he finally turned to look at her in full. She wasn’t going to yell at him?

“Wait…you’re not upset?”

“Well, of course I’m upset…upset that you didn’t tell me about any of this sooner.” She crossed her arms with a huff, puffing out her cheeks somewhat to make that oddly adorable indignant expression. “Aren’t we best friends? Best friends that agreed on the whole never keep secrets from each other thing? Seriously; what’s with you?”

Natsu was at a loss for words. His mouth just hung open in his astonishment. “Uh…I was…I just thought that you, um—”

Lucy stared at him for a moment before laughing and taking his hand. “C’mon, you idiot. You really need a dose of caffeine right about now.”

“Ah—hey, wait a minute—!” Natsu couldn’t get anything else out past that before Lucy began pulling him along toward the parking lot.

“We’re going to talk later—once we’re back at our dorm with our coffee!”

But I don’t even like coffee!!

ltleflrt  asked:

Prompt: Jimmy and Castiel doing something mundane together, and Dean watching fondly and being so in love.

So, this wasn’t actually my next prompt, but it’s your BIRTHDAY!! SO HERE! HAVE FIC! <3

*

“Cassie, there’s flour on your nose,” said Jimmy, point a batter-coated hand toward Cas’ face.

“I’m sure there is,” Cas replied dryly. “And there’ll likely be a lot more on my face before we finish. It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” Jimmy managed ‘mock scandalized’ like a pro, drawing back, putting a hand to his mouth and pantomiming being utterly, completely aghast. “You heathen, who are you and what you done with my brother?”

“You know these cookies won’t bake themselves,” grumbled Cas.

“That’s true,” said Jimmy. “Dean!”

Standing in the kitchen doorway, Dean jumped. He’d only stuck his head into let them know he was back with their sandwiches for lunch - the twins had earned a break from Christmas baking - but they’d been so endearing that he hadn’t been able to…but now they were both staring at him. Fucking hell. Coughing to clear his throat and definitely not to clear away his embarrassment, Dean turned in on a heel back toward the living room.

“The cookies’ll wait,” he grimaced. “Soups on, boys!”

He stalked across the room.

Dammit, how did Jimmy and Cas always make him feel so…feel so…

How did they always make him feel?

The Panera bag sat where he’d left it on the low coffee table. Dropping to a squat to leave the couch open for Jimmy and Cas to sit on, Dean unpacked it. Only one of them actually had soup - Dean had gotten tomato soup with grilled cheese for his meal - and the twins had each gotten sandwiches. Laying them out, Dean berated himself, for being caught staring, for being a fool, for being such a sap and being head over heels in love with his roommates, with both his roommates, when one person was enough for, like, every other person on the damn planet.

No, that’s not true, I know it’s not, polyamory is a thing…

…but it’s not that simple. 

Of course it wasn’t that simple. Nothing was ever that simple.

“Sometime this year guys…” Dean trailed off mid-shout, turning toward the doorway leading to the kitchen.

Both twins stood, framed in the door way, entwined together in order to fit in the narrow space.

Dean startled so hard he lost his balance and fell flat on his ass.

Real smooth, Dean. Slay ‘um in the aisles. Way to be a heart breaker.

“Oh, there you are,” said Dean gruffly, grabbing the paper container of soup and putting it in his lap in a vain effort to pretend he’d sat down on purpose. “Well, dig in.”

“What’s going on, Dean?” asked Jimmy, wrapping an arm around Cas’ waist.

“Is this because I nixed making rum balls?” Cas added.

“What?” Dean squawked. “No! No, just…just forget about the damn rum balls, and the cookies, and eat your damn sandwiches, will you.”

There was still flour on Cas’ nose.

Fucking hell that was adorable.

Come to notice, there was cookie dough smeared on Jimmy’s cheek.

The desire to lick the confection away was near-overwhelming.

Neither budged.

Dean pointedly jammed the corner of his sandwich into his soup, slopping tomato over the side.

“Dean…”

Dean flinched.

They’d talked to him about communication.

They’d talked to him about trust.

They’d talked to him about openness and understanding.

They’d talked to him about relationships.

That Dean still couldn’t give them what they deserved from him simply went to prove how unworthy he was.

Jimmy sighed, but neither twin spoke and the silence stretched out. Dean took a big bite of his sandwich, chewed, and stared at the edge of the coffee table. Looking at them, seeing their disappointment, was agony.

Finally, after an awful lifetime, Jimmy crossed the room, picked up his and Castiel’s sandwiches, and the two went to eat elsewhere in the apartment.

I had that coming.

Repeat that to himself as he might, Dean could think of little more forlorn than sitting alone in the living room on Christmas Eve, the tree lights winking warmth and cheer, as he ate his sandwich and dreamed of being the man that the twin loves of his life were entitled to.

The next bite of sandwich tasted like ash in his mouth.

With a sigh, Dean rose and carried the debris to the kitchen, poured the soup down the disposer and chucked the sandwich in the trash. Half-creamed butter made a misshapen lump in the Kitchenaid. Dough chilled in the fridge. Several ingredient-smeared flashcards were scattered across the counters. Taking stock of the situation, Dean washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

*

“He said he’d do better,” said Jimmy with a sigh.

“I know, but…” Castiel trailed off, shaking his head. There was no need to make excuses for Dean. They both knew why he had issues, knew how through the first two decades of his life, an admission of need, an attempt at clear communication, had been an invitation to abuse instead of an open door to understanding. 

But they’d been through this exact same sequence time and time again. Dean would do something weird, the twins would ask him what was the matter, and he’d clam up. At first, they’d tried to accept that he’d talk when he was ready, because that had been the hallmark of their childhoods, but no. Dean didn’t talk about his problems. Dean bottled them out, filled the bottle and filled the bottle and filled the bottle until it was so far past overflowing that it exploded, and next thing they knew they’d get home to find him smashed, shouting that they should get out because he wasn’t worthy, or furious that they’d forgotten to transfer the laundry, or any of a hundred surface issues overlying the primary issue, that Dean Winchester didn’t know how to use his goddamn words.

“We agreed that if he didn’t…” The regret thick in Jimmy’s voice mirrored that clenching Cas’ chest. 

They couldn’t keep doing this with Dean.

No matter how much they loved in, there was never any progress, never any correction. Nothing they said got through. Dean had said he’d do better, promised to talk to a therapist, sworn to trust them not to hurt him.

He still didn’t trust them.

God that hurt.

“I hate to do this on Christmas Eve,” muttered Cas.

“We can’t keep making excuses for his emotional constipation,” Jimmy replied firmly.

“I know…I know, but…”

Tears pooled in his eyes.

The last thing he wanted to do was break Dean’s heart.

Maybe, if we spend some time apart…

Cas knew that wasn’t true. If they sent Dean around now, he’d never trust them. This would be the end.

Something niggled at his senses as he tried to process this momentous decision. It seemed unnecessarily cruel to dump him now, when they lived together, when their families were travelling the next day…

…but there was no such thing as the right time. Castiel’s nose tickled and he rubbed it, rubbed tears from his eyes. There’d never be a good time to shatter all their lives.

Better to get it over with.

“Do you smell cookies?” Jimmy asked abruptly. Castiel frowned and sniffed. The rich smell of caramelizing sugar and heated vanilla filled his nose.

“Yes,” he said. “What…?”

The twins rose simultaneously, hurried down the hall one after the other, stepped into the kitchen. Dean leaned over the oven, hands big with oven mitts as he pulled out a tray of decorated sugar cookies. Flour streaked his brown hair and made white stains on his dark t-shirt. He straightened, set the cookie tray on the counter, and the started with a gasp.

“Shit, I didn’t see you there,” he said. “Uh…get out? Come back in five?”

“No,” said Castiel.

We’d been about to…we were going to…

“This can’t wait, Dean.” Jimmy’s voice was over-harsh, a tone Cas recognized as evidence that Jimmy was steeling himself for the worst. If Dean saw the coming danger, he gave no sign, and Cas’ chest ached for him.

“Oh…uh…okay…just…stand there one minute, okay?” Dean implored, expression open and vulnerable. No, he knows what Jimmy’s tone portends. Oh, Dean. “Please?”

Jimmy couldn’t bring himself to answer, but he met Dean’s eyes and nodded. Smiling, eyes swimming, Dean pulled out a second tray of cookies and carried both to the small in-kitchen table. Hastily, he tugged his mitts off and pulled the cookies free from the parchment paper, blowing on them and his fingers as he did.

Dean had used cookie cutters to make letters.

Words formed as Dean’s hands flew.

Sorry I suck at speaking words.

I love you.

When he was done, he beamed a hopeful expression at the twins.

“It’s not enough, Dean,” said Castiel, words breaking as Dean’s expression wavered.

“I know it’s not,” Dean replied softly. “How could it…how could I…ever be enough?”

“Dammit, Dean,” Jimmy found his courage, found his strength, raised his voice angrily. “We’ve talked about how manipulative it is when you say things like that, and–” 

“But…” Dean interrupted, met each of their eyes desperately, and said in a rush, “But you asked what was up with me. That’s what was up with me. Nothing is bad. Everything is good. Dammit I was standing in the doorway just thinking about how much I love you two bas– …two…two men and I can’t even fucking handle it. I’m trying, okay?” Fumbling at his pocket, Dean pulled out his wallet and chucked it at them. “I’m trying. But…but you do what you gotta do. I’ll be…not here.”

Dean pushed past them out of the room and stalked down the hall, slamming the door to his bedroom behind him.

“Why’d he give me his wallet?” asked Jimmy blankly, shoving it at Castiel.

Absently, Castiel opened it. In the slot where Dean usually kept his license, complete with the ridiculous picture of himself that he hated, was a new card.

Dr. Pamela Barnes, LPC

Appointment Date: 12/27 Time: 11:00 AM

“Jimmy…” Castiel breathed, turning the card toward his brother.

“No, Cas, it’s too - I can’t keep…” Jimmy forced a hoarse breath into his lungs, smeared tears across his face. “We have to–”

“He promised to try, and he is,” Castiel interrupted. He’d nearly let Jimmy talk him into an injustice. He’d not let it slide. “He told us what he’d been thinking that caused us to worry. He showed us this card. He made an appointment. Yes, it was manipulative, but he left so we could talk it over alone instead of keeping at us and begging. We told him what he had to do to fix things, and he’s doing it. You do what you want, but I’m staying.”

“I don’t want to go,” admitted Jimmy, deflating. “But this hurts, every time it hurts.”

“I know,” Castiel said, running a soothing hand down Jimmy’s back. “It’s hurts me too. It hurts him too. We’ve all been hurt, but you wanted a show of trust, and you got one. Come on, he’s probably flipping out right now. He needs us.”

“And I need him.”

“So do I.”

Grabbing a plate, Castiel heaped the cookies on it, still hot and soft from the oven, and dragged Jimmy down the hall.

He knocked on Dean’s door.

“Yeah?” Dean’s voice, muffled and hoarse, replied. A moment later he pulled the door open. A suitcase sat open on his bed, half-filled with disorganized clothes. Considering how careful Dean usually was about folding his laundry and caring for his belongings, the disheveled mess was telling.

Castiel held the plate out.

“Cookie?”

For a stunned moment, Dean looked at the words Castiel had made on the plate.

We love you.

Then he did something Castiel had never seen Dean do in all the years they’d known him, all the months they’d been together.

Dean broke down and sobbed, collapsed in on himself with a full-bodied tremble that drove him to the ground. Jimmy and Cas were beside him instantly, cookies shattering into pieces as Cas dropped the plate. Dean was more important than cookies, more important than Christmas. Holding him, comforting him, whispering endearments in his ears, Cas hoped he’d have a lifetime more opportunities to demonstrate to Dean how much they cared for and trusted him.

They still had a long way to go.

But this - this was progress.

Finally.

Thank God.

“We’re gonna be alright,” he whispered. “Dean, you’re going to be alright.”

“Thank you,” Dean gasped through his tears. “Thank you for believing in me. Without you guys, I wouldn’t…I’d never…”

“We know,” Cas promised, petting through his ears. “We–”

“I know you know,” Dean interrupted, surprisingly harshly. “But I’m going to tell you anyway. That’s what I promised, and it’s what you deserve, and it’s what I deserve, and it’s what I’m going to do. Okay?”

“Yeah, Dean, that’s okay.”

“Dean…that’s great.”

They didn’t get any more baking done that day.

There was no way Castiel was letting go of Jimmy, no way he was letting go of Dean.

We can make this work. Together, we can.

I love them both so much I can’t stand it.

I’m so glad Dean is trying to get better. 

I’m so glad we’re all trying to get better.

Together.

post-acowar m0rrigan rant

wow i’ve seen some posts about the m0rrigan that make me really, really mad. literally been stewing for 10 minutes. (also i’m sorry if it’s slightly incoherent i’m just so ???) acowar spoilers below~


i feel like some people have completely missed the fact that Mor and Azriel are supposed to be friends/family??? yeah, Az has feelings for Mor, but they’re still all working together in the Inner Circle as family - what Mor and Rhysand call their real family. You can’t just say MOR DOESN’T OWE ANYONE COMMUNICATION BECAUSE OF HER TRAUMA AND SELF-IDENTITY. That is not right. That is not healthy!

So what i want to get into is that many of Mor’s behavior and actions were NOT HEALTHY (unhealthy coping mechanisms) but understandable due to her traumatic upbringing. Yes, I agree with many posts citing feminist lines of thought - women shouldn’t have to explain themselves to men, they shouldn’t have to use another man to defend themselves, etc. However, keep in mind that Azriel isn’t just some random dude, Mor and Cassian and Azriel have known each other for 500 years.

FIVE HUNDRED YEARS, HELLO DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THAT IS?!?? And you’re trying to tell me that it’s excusable for Mor to sleep with random people specifically as a message for Azriel to stay away? She sleeps with other men including his best friend (because she kept women a secret) and Helion of the day court, sending the message that the problem was Azriel. She claims to have done this for his benefit - because he’s so special and amazing, which is really twisted! But you know what else she could have done to convey a message? USE HER WORDS. She doesn’t have to say “Azriel I’m a lesbian,” she can say, “Azriel, I’m not interested in you romantically.” And she doesn’t have to explain herself after that - she does not owe him a reason for why she is not interested. I am all for communication in every relationship, romantic, platonic, etc., and it doesn’t mean you have to spill your entire guts out!

Please guys, Mor’s behavior was really self-destructive, and I don’t want that to be lost!!!! Even though its her right to sort out her own feelings and decide when she wanted to come out, Mor NEEDED SUPPORT. She needed SOMEONE to be there for her, to promise to keep her secrets, to never betray her, and nobody in the Inner Circle did that for her. Mor didn’t trust ANYONE, not even herself. She constantly denies an important, crucial part of her identity because of the trauma she went through , which drives her behavior. And that’s understandable, especially considering Rhysand’s betrayal by letting Hewn City into Velaris (holy shit all-consuming fury from me right there, no arguments about that one). The Inner Court has all gone through traumatic shit and they all make bad decisions because of what they’ve been through.

But - and this is where the scene with Feyre during the war is critical. Mor DEMANDS to know why Feyre didn’t trust her enough to tell her about going after the Suriel; she’s furious at Feyre for not being honest with her and Feyre turns it back on Mor. Is it hurtful? Yes. But Mor eventually admits it herself, “My gift is truth - and yet I have been living a lie my entire existence.” Mor’s actions were most destructive to herself, but also the people around her, and it’s sad that nobody was able to help her through 500 years :/

fibro!tsuna and coping of pain
  • tsuna: i have.. fibro,,
  • tsuna: basically Pain
  • therapist: i'm very sorry to hear that.
  • therapist: let's try meditation. it will help you block out the sensation of pain.
  • tsuna: will it let me blacklist my entire body
  • ...
  • hand: *blocked*
  • foot: *blocked*
  • 3 sq in piece of skin on right thigh: *blocked*
  • tsuna: you're all blocked
  • tsuna: none of you are free from sin.
  • tsuna: or pain.
  • reborn: too bad real life doesn't work that way
  • tsuna: you're blocked too.
  • ...
  • tsuna: *leg starts spasming*
  • tsuna: excuse me teacher my leg is dying i need to take a walk
  • teacher: ..shouldn't you usually rest if your leg is, um. dying?
  • tsuna, already packing up: look buddy i don't know what kind of Normal World you live in but in My world when My limbs start dying i Take A Walk
  • tsuna: bye
  • gokudera: *leaves with him. makes 'i'm watching you' gesture at teacher.*
  • yamamoto: *haha water triiiibe*
  • teacher:
  • teacher: they're not coming back are they
  • teacher: it's barely noon,,
  • ...
  • tsuna: let's play a game!
  • tsuna: it's called 'guess my pain levels'
  • tsuna: pick any number from 1-100
  • gokudera: juudaime that's kind of a, uh.. dark game to play
  • tsuna: nonsense, it distracts me from eternal death
  • yamamoto: i love guessing games!
  • yamamoto: 87
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna: GODDAMMIT YAMAMOTO
  • gokudera: you sonnuva- I DIDN'T GET A TURN I WAS GONNA GUESS THAT
  • yamamoto: haha! luckyyyyy
  • yamamoto: what do those numbers stand for anyway?
  • tsuna: how many specific points of my body are currently vying for my attention by telling me they're each undergoing the slowest most painful form of necrosis ever known to mankind
  • gokudera: oxidation?
  • tsuna: oxi-wha--
  • tsuna: i hate you all
  • ...
  • tsuna: okay but tell me
  • tsuna: how exactly does that possession thing work
  • mukuro: why are you.. asking...
  • lancia: don't remember much of it. i think it makes you black out the entire time.
  • tsuna: sounds convenient
  • tusna: i have Chronic Pain And Fatigue though.
  • lancia: ..he won't feel it? probably.
  • tsuna: alright. here's the thing.
  • tsuna: my attendance is horrible
  • tsuna: mukuro i need you to go to school for me for a few days
  • tsuna: also please adhere to this very strict sleep schedule or i s2g if you overwork my body i will find a way to transfer all the accumulated pain onto your body
  • mukuro: do i get a choice in this?
  • tsuna: are you throwing away your Get Out Of Jail Free For A Few Days card?
  • mukuro: you drive a hard bargain, vongola
  • lancia: i can't believe it
  • lancia: you've given him conflicting emotions
  • lancia: truly you are a miracle worker, sawada tsunayoshi
  • tsuna: the only miracle i wanna work is on me
  • ...
  • mukuro, in tsuna's body: kufufufu...
  • tsuna, in their mind: Stop Laughing
  • mukuro: what
  • mukuro: you're supposed to be asleep!
  • mukuro: my possession should be suppressing your conscious mind!
  • tsuna: if i can wake up from feeling like i've taken a hammer to the better part of my sternum, i can wake up from you being a creepy dick in my body
  • tsuna: Cease And Desist
  • ...
  • mukuro, in tsuna's body: yamamoto-kun, how does my hair look?
  • yamamoto: *squints for a heckuva long time*
  • yamamoto: ..looks the same to me, haha. did you do something new to it?
  • mukuro: just a small addition.. is it not noticeable? i thought it was quite clever.
  • yamamoto: ???
  • mukuro: *tries to indicate the pineapple tuft hidden among tsuna's already tufty hair*
  • yamamoto: i don't see anything??
  • mukuro:
  • mukuro: what a waste of effort.
  • ...
  • mukuro, in his own mind: get out
  • tsuna, in mukuro's body: no
  • tsuna: it's cold and wet and i am restful
  • tsuna: i have slept so much. not a single headache.
  • tsuna: kinda hard to breathe but i'm not too surprised by that
  • mukuro: the week is over and so is our deal
  • mukuro: i pranced around in your body, freaked some people out, made gokudera question his sanity
  • mukuro: your bully may have a crush on my laugh
  • tsuna: ?? which one
  • mukuro: the loud one with the sword
  • tsuna: that's a little disturbing. i'll try not to laugh like you then.
  • mukuro: ...so
  • tsuna: *whining* five more minuuutteesss
  • ...
  • tsuna: aaannnnddd now we're back to pain. pain, pain, pain. 24/7 pain. i didn't miss you. i mean, i kinda did. it's really numb without you. felt weird.
  • tsuna: kinda like i wasn't really there
  • reborn:
  • tsuna: well, it was good while it lasted
  • reborn: maybe warn me next time before i shoot mukuro dead and you with him
  • tsuna: wow that's a little drastic just because i let a known criminal who tried to kill me walk around in my body for a week.
  • reborn: your self-preservation instincts can be really ludicrously terrible sometimes you know
  • tsuna: look me in the eyes and tell me you've never wanted to be free of your own body before
  • reborn:
  • reborn: shut up and go back to sleep
Hot tempered

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I loved writing this soo much! Paul does have a temper, but he is such a softie when it comes to people he loves lol, Hope you enjoyed!<3

Paul x reader

Request: “Can you post some more Paul imagines please??? Maybe ones with him and her having a huge argument that causes one of them to storm out and then have Paul being the one to apologize within an hour after he cooled down bc he can’t stand the fact that they aren’t talking or something? OH AND HAVE HIM FULL ON ARGUMENT MODE WITH HIS NECK VEIN POPPING OUT LOL. Thanks”

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

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important quetions
  • Kirishima: bro, you think Bakugos gay?
  • Kaminari: IDK bro, I know how you could find out though!
  • Kirishima: HOW?!
  • Kaminari: go up to him and say, you gay bro?
  • Kirishima: no.
  • Kaminari: or... you could ask every one else in our class what they think.
  • Kirishima: Yes!!
  • Kaminari: I was kinda kidding.
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Hey Jirou!! Do you know if Bakugo is gay?
  • Jirou: why would I care and why do you ask?
  • Kirishima: Just curious.
  • Jirou: I dont know. He dosnt really seem that type.
  • Kirishima: what type?
  • Jirou: you know the gay type.
  • Kirishima: There are different types of gay? What type am I?
  • Jirou: You'er... OOHHH that actually makes a lot of sense.
  • Kirishima: What does?
  • Jirou: Im just gonna go away now.
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Yo Midoriya! You'er close with Bakugo right! Is he gay?
  • Deku: Kacchan?
  • Kirishima: Yeah! him!
  • Deku: well I went to elementary school with him and middle school and I dont think hes ever liked anybody, boy or girl, that I can think of.
  • Kirishima: Ever?
  • Deku: nope. why do you ask?
  • Kirishima: No reson!
  • Deku: Oh!... I am so sorry for you, Im sure you'll get over him soon, if you'er lucky.
  • Kirishima: Why do you say that?
  • Deku: No reason
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Kouda! you know Bakugo right? very angry very spiky? do you think he's gay? you know into other guys?
  • Kouda: ...
  • Kirishima: right thanks
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Todoroki! My man! Blasty McSplode gay? is he?
  • Shouto: Did that sentence make any sense to you, because it didn't to me.
  • Kiri: Bakugo. Is he gay?
  • Shouto: See that made much more sense. I don't know.
  • Kiri: Great.
  • ...
  • Ida: I don't approve of inter class relationships!
  • Kirishima: I just asked wether or not you knew if he was gay!
  • Ida: *disapproving look*
  • ...
  • Kiri: Hey Sero! you'er close to Bakugo right?
  • Sero: He once used me as a means of transportation. Is that what you meant?
  • Kiri: Did he seem gay to you?
  • Sero: out of every one part of that horse? no he was not the one setting off my gaydar. you were there to.
  • Kiri: true.
  • ...
  • Kirishima: hey Tsuyu!
  • Tsuyu: YES.
  • Kirishma: I didnt ask you anything yet.
  • Tsuyu: I dont care just yes.
  • Kirishima: Cool thanks.
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Excuse me Uraraka?
  • Uraraka: Yeah?
  • Kiri: You are one of the few people Bakugo possibly respects.
  • Uraraka: I am?
  • Kiri: Yes. Do you know if he's gay?
  • Uraraka: Do you want to ask him out?
  • Kiri: Why would you think that?
  • Uraraka: I can see the appeal, hes loud and strong and his abrasiveness is weirdly admirable, not to mention when hes not scowling hes not bad looking. I think you should go for it whether you think hes "gay" or not!
  • Kiri: ... Thanks Uraraka! To be clear you'er not interested right?
  • Uraraka: No. maybe if he wasn't an ass to my best friend, maybe if I didn't other have interests. *glances at Tsuyu*
  • Kiri: cool
  • ...
  • Kiri: Yo Momo! you'er VP is Bakugo gay?
  • Momo: *in a state of mental and emotional breakdown due to many things* YES HES GAY IM GAY YOUR GAY EVERYONE IN THIS DANMED CLASS IS GAY EXEPT FOR THAT GRAPE HEADED MOFO.
  • Kiri: Are you OK???!!!
  • MOmo: NO! im sorry.
  • ...
  • Tokoyami: Iv already heard. My answer is just go ask the guy himself, and possibly activate your hardaning before hand.
  • Kirishima: Great advice Birdman!
  • ...
  • Kirishima: Hey Shoji, you have great ears, have you possibly herd any clues to Bakugo's sexuality.
  • Shoji: ... Kirishima, if this is a very convoluted way of coming out to the class...
  • Kirishima: NO, I JUST WANT TO KNOW IF BAKUGO IS GAAAY!!!!!
  • Shoji: Then ask him.
  • Kiri: ARRRHHHHGGGG!
  • ...
  • Kaminari: So did you get any answers?
  • Kirishima: Nothing helpful.
  • Kaminari: I think the only person who's sexuality is now known by the entire class is you.
  • Kirishima: I dont care.
  • Kaminari: Actually the one person who isnt aware is probubly Bakugo.
Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • BFF: WAIT YOU LIKE (TC'S NAME)??? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
  • ---------------------
  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
  • Main blog - @tcwes

anonymous asked:

May I request an imagine where Kyoya brings his s/o to meet his family, and they don't approve because they're a 'commoner', and Kyoya's s/o accidentally lets it slip that they're secretly royalty? Srry if this was confusing!

It’s not confusing at all love, and I’m so sorry that it took so long for me to write! I hope you enjoy it (: -Alicia

You expected the dinner to be a little bumpy with Kyoya’s family but you never expected it to be this bad. Right as you and Kyoya arrived to his house you could already feel the disappointment from his father and brothers eyes. Things only got worse from there. 

They purposely talked around you the whole night and you could tell that Kyoya was getting irritated. You didn’t blame him because you were sick of they way they were treating you. 

At some point you got up from where you were sat on the couch and decided to just walk around the house. You remembered Kyoya telling you that he had a sister yet you haven’t seen her since you got here. Part of you didn’t want to meet here because you were afraid that she was the exact same as the rest of his family. 

Your eyes scanned the exquisite interior design of the house. The Ootori’s did a have a beautiful taste for home decor. Looking around made you miss your family more, it had been some time since you last saw them. 

“Excuse me, are you (y/n)?” A gently voice asked from behind you. “Yes, hello.” You said turning around to see a beautiful young women. Her smile grew once you confirmed your name. 

“Hi! I’m Fujumi, Kyoya’s sister.” She said. “Nice to meet you.” You said bowing. She seemed pretty nice and you were hoping that’s how she really was. You didn’t think you’d be able to take anymore rude comments. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t meet you earlier, I was trying to clean Kyoya’s room. It’s always such a mess in there. I assume that you met our father and brothers, because you most likely wouldn’t be roaming the hallways if you hadn’t.” She said causing you to nod. 

Fuyumi showed you around the house telling you stories of what went of when they were kids. Any anger that you had before had faded away the more time you spent with Fuyumi. You know understood why Kyoya would only speak of her when it came to his family, she was the only presentable one. 

“I’m glad that Kyoya found you, he deserves to have someone in his life like you. He seems so much more relaxed since the two of you have been together.” Fuyumi said said sitting down on the chair that was on the balcony. 

“I should be the one that’s thankful for him being with me. Kyoya has changed me as a person, he’s taught me that anything can be done as long as you set your mind to it. He inspires me, especially because of the host club.” You said feeling the breeze of the wind tousle your hair. Before Fuyumi or you could say anything else you heard yelling come from the inside of the house. 

You both jumped up from your seats and ran towards the commotion, When you reached the living room you saw Kyoya standing up clenching his fists, his brothers standing with smirks on their faces, while his dad just sat on the couch with a smug look that you wanted to hit right off of him. 

“Is little Kyoya protecting his pathetic commoner toy?” One of his brothers shot at Kyoya. “Shut up, you know nothing about (y/n)!”Kyoya yelled. “What more do we need to know, you have humiliated this family by bringing a lousy commoner into our home!” His father snapped. 

Before you or Fujumi could say anything something slipped out of Kyoya’s mouth. Your secrete, the one that was suppose to stay hidden so you could live a normal life. “(She’s/He’s) not a commoner! (She/He) is the (daughter/son) of the Hitori Fukuzawa!” He yelled causing his siblings and father’s face fall in complete shock. You showed them the birthmark that was behind your ear to show them that what Kyoya was saying is the truth. 

“We are terribly sorry (Miss./Mr.) Fukuzawa. We had no idea we were in the presence of a royal family.” Mr.Ootori said bowing followed by Kyoya’s brothers. “I do not accept your apology, whether I am royalty or not should not change the way you treat me. All you are is foul humans that don’t deserve to have someone like Kyoya or Fuyumi in they’re family.” You said before grabbing your stuff. 

“See you tomorrow.” You said kissing Kyoya’s cheek to let him know you weren’t mad at him. “It was lovely to meet you Fuyumi.” You said before glaring at the other three and walking out of the Ootori’s house. 

anonymous asked:

Out of curiosity and because I probably missed it, since that video of the creators establishing their ages (with Shiro being an adult and Keith being under aged--I forget what age specifically) showed up, what are your thoughts on Sheith? Like since you're still posting Sheith things. I am basically curious because I used to ship Sheith but now that the creators have confirmed their ages, I don't.

I do still ship sheith for a number of reasons. I’m going to try to answer this as delicately as possible, because honestly this can of worms is a discourse I’m really, really, reeeeeally tired of dealing with.

First and foremost, I hardly consider their ages to be officially confirmed. Off-handedly guessed at by a couple of creators? Yes. Officially confirmed? No. 

All of the official voltron things that mention their ages (like the Comic, the Dreamworks website, etc) still describe the paladins as “five teenagers”, and sorry but in my eyes, a video with a couple of creators off-handedly answering an on-the-spot question at a signing table is hardly official. (Also, the video shows them giving “safe zone” age ranges, Shiro’s safe zone being around 25, pidge’s around 15, and Keith, Lance, and Hunk safe zones being “late teens”. Safe zone ranges =/= confirmed ages.)

Until Dreamworks officially comes out with a statement about their ages, I consider the subjet to be up in the air, leaning towards them all being teenagers, since, once again, that’s what all the official Dreamworks stuff lists them as. 

(Side note that I feel is worth mentioning: many, MANY sheith shippers considered the two of them to be close in age, with Shiro being 19-20. Many antis want to say that they LOOK super different in age, but you also have to remember that Shiro was a hell of a lot skinnier and younger looking BEFORE he was experimented on by the Galra. Seriously, compare pre-Galra-Experimentation-Shiro to Keith, and they do not look that different in age. Hell, the fact that you shipped them before the ages were mentioned in that video should be sign enough that they not only appeared to be similar in age, but were coded as EQUALS rather than adult/child): 

But here’s the thing: the ages of the paladins is OBVIOUSLY a subject that has not been seriously discussed or agreed upon by the show’s creators. If it had been, there would not be so much discrepancy. When asked by other fans, creators have thrown out answers like “they’re a bunch of teenagers”, Josh Keaton (Shiro’s V.A.) has confirmed that the ages of the paladins was not something that was ever discussed with them. Two voice actors (Josh Keaton and Neil Kaplan) and an art director have been dropping hints at Sheith for a while now (why would they do that if they considered them to have or knew they had a huge and/or unhealthy age gap??? answer: they wouldn’t)

Official Dreamworks things say “five teenagers”, a couple creators at a panel say “25ish, 14-15ish, and late teens”, but at other times creators have said “a bunch of teenagers”. This is obviously something that hasn’t been discussed with any seriousness and hasn’t been agreed upon, mostly because it hasn’t been important. 

It hasn’t mattered. Their ages have been irrelevant because the paladins have always, always been coded as equals, and not as adults/children. Get what I mean? 

But for the sake of discussion, let’s pretend that the age ranges given are gunna be official (Pidge: 14-15, Shiro: 25, Keith, Lance, Hunk: Late Teens).

Late teens is typically legally defined as 18-19, though some include 17 in there as well. Given that they are in a military academy, common sense dictates that they would have to be AT LEAST 18. Read more about that HERE bc i don’t feel like typing it all out. I’m tired. But with Keith being 18-19 and Shiro being 25, I literally see no problem with that? When I was 18, I dated someone who was 25, and it was a fine relationship. My grandmother and grandfather had a 13 year age gap and met when my grandmother was 19 years old. They were married for 30+ years, the marriage only ending upon my grandfather’s death from cancer. 

If Shiro and Keith had ever once been coded as anything but equals, I could maybe see an antis’ point - but they HAVEN’T. They have never been shown to be anything other than equals. They have not been coded as adult&child. They have a history together, as evident from the first episode. They know each other well, they support each other, and they treat each other as capable adults for whom the other wants to help, support, and look after. 

Also, I want to clarify something here: if the age gap makes you uncomfortable, you have EVERY RIGHT to not want to ship it. That goes for ANYONE reading this. But your discomfort on the matter does not necessarily make it a bad ship, it does not make it problematic just because you or anyone else is personally uncomfortable with it. An 18-19 year old dating a 25 year old is not inherently problematic, and many antis (unfortunately, mostly kl//ance shippers in my experience) have tried to use this to scream things like “p*dophilia!” and “abuse!”, neither of which apply to Sheith in any way, shape, or form. 

If you feel uncomfortable with it, friend, by all means don’t ship it. But that doesn’t inherently mean it’s bad or unhealthy, and that’s a distinction I think a LOT of people need to understand. 

There’s a lot more I could say, but honestly, it’s after midnight, I have to be up for work in less than five hours, and I’m just tired of this discourse. This is something that has been used by antis for a while now (mostly by kl//ance shippers, as I mentioned) as an excuse to harass, insult, threaten, and berate sheith shippers. You don’t see Shiro/Lance shippers getting this sort of flak (though they do get some, but not nearly comparable to what sheith shippers get). And for what? For a ship that, at the end of the day, is supportive, healthy, and safe? 

If you do feel like reading more about it, I have reblogged several posts that address the issue with more eloquence than I. I have usually tagged them as “#discourse”. Please feel free to check them out. For now, I hope this helped explain why I do still ship Sheith, and why I will continue to ship Sheith. 

[And please forgive any typos, weird phrasing, etc… Like I said, it’s after midnight, I’m tired, and gotta be up for work soon.]

So basically this heartbreaking meta smashed into my Klance shipper heart along with all of the anxiety about what’s going to happen to Shiro and all the angsty Galra!Keith theories and suddenly fic happened. There is a lot more of this that I will be posting but it got waaaaay out of hand from the one-shot it was supposed to be, so have the first chapter for now. ( @strixmoonwing I used your Blue Lion theory for a fic, I hope you don’t mind)

Warnings: violence, gore, Major Character Death, and a whole lotta angst

Chapters 5/5

Part 1: Lance | Part 2: Shiro | Part 3: Keith | Part 4: Hunk | Epilogue: Pidge

EDIT: This fic is now also posted on AO3! Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8249171/chapters/18903362

What We Lose Along the Way

It takes a decade to tear out the heart of the Galra Empire. With Zarkon defeated, the universe is safe and peaceful once again, and Pidge is free to return home. But those ten years have not passed without change and sacrifice. What happened to the five young Paladins that left Earth so long ago?

Part 1: Lance

           When the planet came into sight, Pidge burst into tears.

           The patterns of green and blue were achingly familiar. Clouds swirled across the surface in what Pidge thought was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. The moon hung in space beside it, silver and placid. City lights twinkled in the dark.

           She hadn’t set foot on Earth in over ten years.

           She heard footsteps behind her and scrubbed rapidly at her leaky eyes. She was a grown woman, the sometime Green Paladin of Voltron, Defender of the Universe, Vanquisher of Rido, the Savior of Keinsh, the Hand that Slew the Galra, and she didn’t cry. Even if it was just in front of her brother.

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anonymous asked:

Don't get me wrong, I'm sorry if the ask box is closed because I can't see your whole description oTL so- I will just send this in with hope, oki? If it's closed, ignore it =w= );; My request is simple, the kidnapped s/o idea but with Genji? Thank you, I will now shamefully dissapear.

Your head throbbed. It felt like someone had dropped a brick on your head and you didn’t know why. Oh wait, maybe it had something to do with being knocked unconscious during the fight. You had been ambushed by some thugs while you were out getting supplies for the team. Cautiously, you opened one eye. The light wasn’t bright but it was enough to send another stab of pain shooting through your skull. You closed it again and lay for any other few seconds before trying again. The pain wasn’t as bad the second time, but you probably had a concussion. Looking around you saw that you weren’t on the street where you’d been attacked. You were laying on a cot in dingy, little cell with concrete walls, floor, and roof. The door was metal with two smaller doors cut into it, one to look through and one for meals.

Awesome, you thought. Other than the cot there was nothing in the room, not even a frame for the cot a bucket to relieve yourself in. You had also been stripped of all your weapons. There was no way for you to get out of there by yourself, you’d have to hope that your fellow Overwatch agents came looking for you.

Genji was beginning to worry, just a little. It was starting to get late and you hadn’t returned from the supply run. You should have returned hours ago. He knew you could handle yourself, but it was still concerning.

McCree came up to him, “[Name] still not back?”

“No,” Genji replied. Looking at Jesse he said, “Radio me if they return, I’m going to look for them.”

“You got it,” Jesse watched as Genji headed towards the city.

You figured it must have been several hours since you had woken up and there was still no sign of your captors. The throbbing in your head had settled to a dull ache, although it still send pains through your skull when you moved. So you lay on the cot praying to any listening gods that if you had to escape yourself that the pain would subside long enough for you to do so.

At that moment you heard the door unlock and swing open. Opening your eyes sent a small pain through your skull, but it was manageable. An man wearing a suit walked in followed by the two thugs who had ambushed you. All three where eastern-Asian, but that didn’t help you figure out who they they might be.

“Come with us,” the man in the suit said, and the other two each grabbed one of your arms and pulled you up. The pain shot through your skull again and you were barely able to stay on your feet. Silently, the three escorted you out of your cell and up a flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs you realized that you had been imprisoned underneath an oriental palace. You half walked (and were half carried) through a lush garden and into a richly decorated office, that you assumed belonged to your captor. The said captor was an older man who was sitting at a desk. Behind him hung a tapestry embroidered with a familiar signal. Oh no, you thought. This is a problem.

Genji had first gone to all the stores you had planned on going to, and had learned that you had gone to all of them before disappearing. He walked the path you would have taken from the base to the stores and back 3 times. He had to be missing something, but what?

“Excuse me sir, but are you Shimada-san?”

Looking at the speaker, Genji saw it was a young child, probably 9 or 10. “I am. Why do you ask?”

“A man said you would be looking for someone, and that I should give you this,” the young child held out a piece of paper.

Genji took it and slowly unfolded it. Looking at the drawing on the paper, he could have that his heart stopped for a moment, if he had been able to form a coherent thought. After a second of shock he dashed away, leaving the child behind. Grabbing his radio he said, “McCree, I’m going to need a team. We have a problem.”

I’ve been taken prisoner by the Shimada Clan, you realized. This was very bad; you didn’t know what they would do to you, but you doubted it would pleasant.

“[Full Name], what a pleasure to meet you. I understand you are very familiar with a relative of mine.” The pieces clicked in your head. Genji had told you about the distant cousin who had taken over the clan after Hanzo had disappeared, he had told you what a cruel and devious man he was. The fact that he not only knew that Genji was alive but that the two of you were intimate chilled you to the bones.”Nothing to say? I’m a little disappointed, Genji was always shooting his mouth off, I thought you might do the same.”

“What do you want?”

“Ah, he/she speaks,” he smiled, which did nothing to make him seem less intimidating. “All in good time. My cousin should be here soon, and we’ll have a family reunion. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.”

“Yeah,” you answered cooly. “It might have something to do with you convincing his brother to kill him.”

“A pity the fool didn’t succeed,” he dropped all pretense of amicably. “It would have made things so much easier. But I can’t let let them run free, so I’ll finish what Hanzo started and then kill him too. I’ll even take a chunk out of Overwatch while I’m it. Your organization has been nothing but a thorn in my side.”

“We’ll be a bit more than that when they come for me.”

“A bit more dead, certainly. Now lovely as this chat has been I have things to attend to. Take her back to her cell!” With that the thugs who had taken you from your cell walked you out of the room and back across the garden.

You head still throbbed but your anger was stronger. It was obvious that the men with you didn’t expect you to fight. Not surprising, since you weren’t exactly in the best condition. You sneaked a glance up at the walls, and saw that the guards on them were looking out, not in. If you were to stand a chance you had to act now.

You waited until you reached the top of the stairs that led to your cell, then kicked the man in the suit down them, and used that to leverage yourself out of the grip of the other men. Your foot hit one in the head and you spun to face the other. The man was skilled, but you were an Overwatch agent, but just because the organization was illegal now didn’t mean the quality of the agents had dropped and you made short work of the thug. Taking his weapon  you hit the other in the head and dropped him back on the ground. The one who had fallen down the stairs hadn’t gotten up yet.

The fight had left you dizzy, there was no way you were going to be able to drag the unconscious men somewhere to hide them, so you left them where they lay and began searching for a way out.

15 minutes later you were still sneaking about. You had only seen a few guards, most of them seemed to be waiting for Overwatch to arrive, but you didn’t let that stop you from being cautious. As you skirted the edge of one of the gardens, you heard a thump-thump-thump-thump. Looking up you saw three large helicopters flying over Shimada Castle. The Overwatch symbol was painted clearly on them.

The next moment chaos erupted. The Shimada troops opened fired on the helicopters and the Overwatch agents returned fire, several of them jumping down to fight in cluster quarters. You saw Tracer come out of one followed by Winston. Hanzo stayed on the helicopter they had just vacated, firing arrows into the fray.

Relief washed over you, they came. You knew they would, but it was still nice to see them. Stepping out in the middle of the garden you waved your arms, “Guys, I’m over here!” A glint of metal shone in your peripheral vision and you turned right as your boyfriend ran up beside you.

“[Name], are you alright?” He cupped your face in his hands, and even though his face mask was still on, you knew he was looking for signs of wounds or torture.

“I might have a concussion, but other than I’m ok,” you assured him. “Let’s just get out of here.”

“I agree,” he said and radioed for one of the helicopters to pick them up.

45 seconds later every agent was on a helicopter and you were flying away. You quickly told Genji, Soldier 76, and a few others what had happened while Angela looked you over. Genji sat next to holding your hand. His face mask was off and concern showed clearly on his face. When you got to the part where you met his cousin you felt his hand squeeze yours tighter.

“I can’t believe he was bold enough to target an Overwatch agent,” he said. “He had to know we’d come. Did he underestimate our strength or is he planning something?”

“I don’t know, but we’ll make sure no one follows us back to base,” said Soldier 76 before getting on the radio to pass the message to the other helicopters.

Sighing you leaning against Genji, listening to soft wirrs of his body. Letting go of your hand he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You stayed there until you reached the base, where Angela took you to the infirmary so she could properly treat your head.

It took several weeks for Genji to be comfortable being more than 20 feet from you, not that you minded. There’s perks to always having your boyfriend around.

Dean is trying to get Cas laid in a bar and things end in way Dean hadn’t quite expected.


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“No, don’t stare,” Dean was lecturing in frustration, hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed. Cas, head snapping forward, twitched his eyes back and forth, wondering silently how one went about not staring. Was he not always, technically, staring?

Beside the two, first beer still in hand, Sam was laughing, head shaking as he leaned his elbows up against the bar. He was quite settled to simply watch and see how this whole scheme of Dean’s went.

“How am I to qualify my interest if I don’t evaluate my options?” Cas asked, just as frustrated as Dean with the situation.

“By not staring at every woman in the bar for five minutes straight!” Dean hissed.

“That is an exaggeration.”

“Christ Cas, how’d you ever get laid in the first place?” Huffing, Dean had leaned heavily against the bar, his beer mug sitting half full beside him as he looked Cas critically up and down. Now, granted, guy wasn’t the youngest looking, and the coat was a bit frumpy, but still, Dean was certain he shouldn’t have any problems. Just so long as he quit with the long, critical stares at everyone.

“It wasn’t that difficult,” Cas replied, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he cocked his head to the side. “She came on to me actually, so there was very little work involved. Until the intercourse.”

Sam snorted, beer sputtering from between his lips.

“Right…” Dean deadpanned, taking a deep breath to prepare himself. “Well, first thing’s first, you can’t stare like that, alright? It’s creepy.” Dean knew plenty from experience. Granted, Cas’s intense eye contact had long since lost its creep factor with him, but that was a special case. Him and Cas were practically best friends. They could just read each other like that, through their eyes. Nothing weird about it.

“How am I to evaluate my options then?” Cas turned to look at Dean, a small frown creasing his curious expression.

“You skim,” Dean explained, allowing his own gaze scan the room as he did. Shadows, pool, cigarette smoke hovering above their heads – typical seedy place they frequented. It was happy hour however, so there was a generous number of patrons around, as well as quite a few ladies looking for attention.

He returned his look to Cas. “Only time you stare is if someone catches your eye, and even then, you don’t stare like… like you do.”

“Like I do?”

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danneyze12  asked:

KBTBB Headcanon: Mc is pregnant and the guys don't want the child and you broke up with you and 3 years later you see each other and you tell them that you had a miscarriage 1 month after you broke up him him. ( pls notice this I'm begging you ) 😭😭😭😭😭

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Eisuke: “Do you think I have time to raise a kid? I’m too busy as it is, _____.” Eisuke said, coldly. 
It’s been three years since that horrid day, and you never really got over it. You were sitting in a coffee shop, watching the rain as you were enjoying a cup of coffee when someone tapped you on the shoulder. 
“Are you using this chair?” you heard a familiar voice say. 
“Eisuke..” you whispered, glancing up at your ex boyfriend. 
”____?” he replied, eyes getting wide. 
The two of you sat together, drinking coffee in silence until Eisuke decided to ask you. 
“So where’s um.. you know.” he asked, scratching his head. 
You glared up at him and spat out your answer. 
“Well, a month after my relationship was thrown down the gutter, I lost my baby.” you whispered. 
Eisuke ignored your aggression and looked down. 
The great and almighty Eisuke Ichinomiya was speechless. 

Soryu: “Maybe this one?” you muttered, reaching for a recent popular cookbook. You were running out of things to make, so you were out looking for a new cookbook. This one specialized in omelets and your heart immediately ached. You recalled how his icy glare pierced into your heart when you announced you were pregnant. 
“A mafia leader doesn’t really scream family man. I wouldn’t be doing the child a favor by being the father.” you remembered him saying. 
You closed the cookbook and shook your head from thinking about him any more. 
“I need to get some air.” you whispered to yourself, trying to exit the bookstore as fast as possible when you bumped into someone. 
You quickly apologized, when you heard a deep voice call you name. 
“Is that you, ____?” Soryu asked, putting down his book. 
“How’s the.. child?” he asked, after a couple awkward moments. 
“There’s no child. I lost it. Just shortly after we broke things off.” you said, unable to look in your ex boyfriend’s eyes. 
”____, I’m so-” he started to say. 
You put up your hand and glared at him. It was your turn to be angry. 

Baba: Even though it was a risk, you still continued to work at Tres Spades as a maid. You requested being away from Baba as much as possible and you never once saw him. Until one day. 
You were walking down the hall, looking to replace some towels, when you accidentally stepped on someone’s foot. 
“I am so sorry, sir. Please excuse me.” you said, bowing your head. 
“It’s all right, pretty lady." 
You bolted up and stared at the man that left you 3 years ago. The man that left you because you were pregnant. That heartless bastard. 
”____… Long time no see?” he said, trying to start a conversation. 
"Excuse me. I must take my leave now.” you replied, walking away until Baba caught your arm. 
“Where’s our-” he tried to say, when you cut him off. 
“Our child? You mean the one you walked out on? The one you didn’t want that bad?” you whispered harshly, yanking your arm out of his grip and facing him. 
“Well you must be happy because our child is gone. We’ll never be able to meet him or her because I lost it. I lost it after we broke up.” you hissed, glaring at him as an angry tear rolled down your cheek. 

Ota: When Chisato took you to Ota’s gallery, you cringed at everything. You haven’t seen him in 3 years, and you weren’t planning to ever again in your life. 
Feeling uncomfortable, you decided to leave when someone stopped you at the door. 
“Koro?” Ota called out, cheerfully. 
He made his way over to you, a bit hesitant. How dare he talk to you after what happened? You glared at him and crossed your arms. You weren’t taking shit from him anymore. 
“It’s not Koro. It’s _____.” you snapped. 
Ota just nodded and averted your gaze as he asked you the question. 
“Well, you know the thing that happened 3 years ago?” he asked. 
You were baffled. Did he call your baby “the thing?” 
“Why do you even care? You didn’t care when I told you.” you said, on the verge of screaming at him. 
“No, I just want to know if everything’s okay..” he trailed off. 
“You left me because I was pregnant. I lost my baby soon after you left. I don’t think anyone would be okay in my situation.” you said, leaving Ota speechless. 

Mamoru: Picking up a strawberry from the local cake shop, you smiled to yourself. It was Sakiko’s birthday and you were going to surprise her with her favorite cake. You were lost in your own thoughts, when you smelled a familiar scent. Cigarette smoke.  Mamoru. 
“Still smiling like a kid, I see.” he said, stomping out his cigarette. 
“Mamoru. Hi.” you managed to squeak out. 
“Hey kid, how’s everything?” he asked, feeling awkward. 
“It’s okay.” you replied, coldly. 
“And the baby?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. 
Your eyes darted to his, as your emotions started to leak out. The emotions you were hiding for the last 3 years. 
“Gone.” you whispered, unable to stop your voice from wavering. 
“Oh..” Mamoru muttered. 
“That’s all you can say? Really? You left me. You left me because of this kid you didn’t want because I was a kid.” you said, your voice getting louder ad you remembered the horrid memory. 
“You abandoned your own kid, just because you thought I was too immature. Well, guess what? Who’s the kid now, huh?” you screamed, glaring daggers in your ex boyfriend. 

Woah. That was one hell of a ride. Sorry if I made the MC a bit angrier..
I would be pissed off if someone abandoned our kid 
I hope you enjoyed! 

anonymous asked:

What were ur thoughts on Kent that ngozi agreed w!!

ok this is gonna be really long because it was basically the Best Day Of My Life, so. settle in kiddos.

(this is also very very heavily referenced from chat logs where I talked about this the day after it happened and a couple of posts I made / tags I wrote around that time. so even though all of this happened like four months ago, I think it’s still reasonably accurate. but obviously memories are flawed things etc)

  • so ok first of all ngozi is SO FUNNY AND NICE in person ahhhhh
  • I was wearing my kent parson jersey that I made!
    • …… but when I first saw her table, I got super overwhelmed and nervous so I like…… walked by really quickly without looking at her and just did a lap around the dealer’s room??? so I could calm down??? haha oh my god it was so awkward.
    • I was actually hoping she hadn’t seen me but apparently she DID because later I was talking to someone who’d been standing by her table when I walked by and APPARENTLY she whispered, “PARSE JERSEEEEYYYY” when she saw me omfg
  • but anyway she was super friendly right away and asked me if she could take pictures & wanted to know how I made my shirt / etc etc. we talked for a minute and then (of course) she asked me, “so, why do you like parse?”
  • and tbh…… I’m still not sure how I was this smooth but I immediately said, in a Very Diplomatic Voice, “I like characters who have a lot of room to grow.”
  • which made her laugh!!! she was like, “that’s refreshing!! that’s a really great answer!!! a lot of people are just like, ‘I like him because he’s an asshole!!‘”
    • WHICH SHE SAID MAKES HER REALLY SAD, GUYS.
    • …I think it makes her sad half because she doesn’t get why someone would like a character just because they’re mean, but also half because she doesn’t think of parse as an asshole? she didn’t clarify explicitly, though…. she just expressed that she’s sad and disappointed when people say stuff like that to her.

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