i would leave everything for you too

Last night was the last time, I promise
All I feel for you now is hate
I use to be so kind, I swear I did
But you injected hate into my veins
And everything is red
I’ve made a nasty habit of punching walls whenever something reminds me of you
I would have punched a hole through the roof last night if I hadn’t have been so drunk I couldn’t even walk
I won’t call again, I promise
It always leaves me too empty

“I told you so!” She shouted as the tears streamed down her cheeks.

“That’s what you want to say, isn’t it? You told me so. You knew it from the start. You told me I would be left standing there empty handed pouring my heart out to him just to have him walk away. You told me he would leave me, you were right. That’s what you want to hear, isn’t it? I was wrong. You were right. I should’ve listened. I poured my fucking heart out to him and he left me, just like you always said he would. Boys like him aren’t worth my time you say. But he was my everything and more, I’m so god damn in love with him and he doesn’t care. So go right ahead, laugh at the girl who loved too easily.”

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

We are both natural disasters.

You, a volcanic eruption with your hot head, cigarette burns
and instability. You hold too much inside.
I can’t blame you for the ways you try to let it out.

Me, a hurricane, with my cold heart and cold bones,
A wanderess, leaving before I get left
and leaving behind a trail of devastation. 
I am the chaos and I am the calm.

I would love to crash into you,
to create a perfect storm,
from everything 
that we 

—  Imagine the disaster that we could create 
abusive relationship starters

“If you tell anyone about this, they won’t understand and it’ll only get worse, okay?”
“You are going to cover those bruises up, aren’t you?”
“I won’t let you leave, I love you too much.”
“If you would have listened to me in the first place, I wouldn’t have lashed out.”
“I told you I don’t like it when you see your friends.”
“Please don’t hit me again, I swear I didn’t do it on purpose!”
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
“I don’t know if I can keep this up. I love you, but you’re scaring me…”
“How’s your head now? I didn’t mean to hit you that hard, you just mean everything to me and I was upset.”
“You’re overreacting, it’s just a little bruise!”
“Give me your phone, I want to know if you’ve been texting that boy/girl.”
“I told you to be home at five! Where have you fucking been?!”
“I knew you’d come back for your things, so I didn’t go into work today and waited for you.”
“If you didn’t want me getting into your house, you should’ve changed the locks.”
“I’m the only one who wants you. I’m the best you’re going to get.”
“Shut your fucking mouth, or I’ll make you!”
“I don’t understand how you think hitting me is going to make me listen.”
“Why do you stay with me when you deserve so much better? I’ll try not to get so angry next time, I’m sorry.”
“Stop crying! I can’t stand your pathetic behaviour! You’re not even bleeding.”
“Trust me, I can do a lot worse than this, so you better watch what you say around me.”
“How did we get here? We used to be happy.”
“Maybe if you weren’t so stupid, I wouldn’t have to get physical all the time.”
“You can keep trying to blame me, but in the end it’s all your fault.”

Dating Stiles Stilinski Would Include...

  • Dealing with his sarcastic comments.
  • “I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, sarcasm is my only defense.”
  • Worrying about the supernatural problems.
  • Worrying about school.
  • Him helping you study when you have a big test.
  • Embarrassing him.
  • Going on dates whenever the town doesn’t need saving.
  • “Man it’s been a long time since we’ve been on a date.”
  • Forehead kisses.
  • Awkward first kiss
  • Lustful kisses
  • All kind of kissing really.
  • Having long meaningful conversations about anything and everything. 
  • Him being jealous of how badass you are.
  • Being a part of Scott’s pack.
  • Getting along with the sheriff, and him accepting and loving you.
  • The Sheriff being proud of tiles for dating you.
  • Having a good relationship with everyone in the pack.
  • “Be safe.”
  • “Aren’t I always?”
  • Him being scared of you leaving him.
  • You always reassuring him that you love him and would never leave him.
  • “Stiles I love you, and I wouldn’t want to be with anyone besides you.”
  • “I love you too (y/n)”
Seven's Valentine's Day DLC

Originally posted by ffsimsohigh


Ok, so first of all, for those who haven’t played other Cheritz games (Dandelion and Nameless) - my post would be probably too complicated, because Seven’s Endings in Valentine’s DLC are strongly connected with these other games (well, not only this DLC is connected with them, EVERYTHING is). Secondly, you do not want spoilers - do not read ;)

From what I heard it might be the last DLC, because Cheritz are planning to focus on another game. So… It’s the end of MysMe and…

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if i had to personify that transitional period between summer and autumn, where the days are a little cooler and the leaves are just starting to fade to orange, and you can start wearing jumpers again and drinking hot drinks and it’s comfortable and not too warm, but it’s also cool enough that you don’t have to bring a coat, and the sun sets at like 9pm so not too late but not super early and everything is just the right amount of warm and you’re content and at peace, if i had to put a face to how that feels it would look like sebastian stan


Request: “request: bucky overhears that you worry that he will leave you for natasha (fluffy and angsty c; )”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: fluff & angst

A/N: Sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday, my wifi turned off, anyways, enjoy :)

Atelophobia: The fear of not being good enough or imperfection.

Natasha and Bucky clicked right away. They did almost everything together. Those two were attached at the hip. Natasha would help him get girls and he’d do the same for her. They were each others wingman - or - wingwoman. Natasha was actually the one who got you and Bucky together. He had been swooning over you for a couple of months but was too shy to actually make a move. Nat took matters into her own hands and made the first move for him, resulting in you two finally getting together.

You were a wreck when it came to relationships. Your last boyfriend broke up with you because you were too clingy and he didn’t like it which was understandable. No one wants a clingy girlfriend - or boyfriend, you suppose. That’s why you have given Bucky space. If he wanted to go somewhere or do something with his friends, you’d let him. You didn’t ask too many questions and only called once to check up on him. In your last relationship, you did exactly the opposite.

“Hey baby,” Bucky says as he throws on a shirt. “Nat and I are gonna go see that new scary movie that’s out in theaters.”

You watch him pull on his shoes. “Okay, have fun.” you give him a small smile at the mention of Natasha.

It’s not that you hated her or disliked her or anything, it’s just that he spends all of his time with her. It scares you.

“Thanks.” he kisses you quickly. “You’re the best.”

You watch him leave your shared room before the smile disappears and a sigh escapes your lips. As if your sigh was a signal for Sam, he came through the door and sat next to you.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, giving you a hard look.

“Nothing, just tired.” you shrug, shifting so that you were sitting in front of Sam with your back to the door.

“No, no, no, you can’t do that to me. I know when you’re lying.” he shakes his head and you sigh again.

“Damn you for knowing everything about me.” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What are best friends for?” he chuckled. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

You sigh - you seem to be doing a lot of that lately. “It’s Nat and Bucky.”

“Here we go.” Sam says with a smile as he shakes his head.

You continue. “I get that they’re best friends and all and that she’s known him longer than I have but it just sucks, seeing your boyfriend do everything with another girl.”

“If it bothers you so much, why do you let it happen?” Sam questioned.

“Because, Sam.” you sigh. “Everything’s been taken from him before, I’m not gonna do that to him again. Plus, the whole reason Thomas and I broke up was because I was too clingy and needy. I don’t want to lose Bucky so I’m giving him his space. If he wants to spend time with Nat then that’s fine, even if it hurts.”

Sam tensed up at the mention of Thomas. Oh god did he hate Thomas.

“Thomas was a conniving little asshole. He doesn’t know what he’s lost.” Sam tells you. “That’s not the main reason why you’re upset, is it?”

You frown. “No, it isn’t.”

“Then what is?”

You look down at your lap and fiddle with your fingers for a couple of seconds before responding. “I’m worried he’s gonna leave me for Natasha.”

Sam sits up. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“It’s true!” you exclaim. “Look at her and look at me. I’m nothing compared to her. I never will be. Nat and Bucky have more in common than him and I. They’re always together, doing things and hanging out - and when he’s with me all he talks about is what he does with Nat.”

Sam frowned. “You think you’re not good enough for him.” he states and you nod, confirming the statement.

What you didn’t know was that Bucky had forgotten his wallet on the dresser so he had to come back to the room but he stopped in front of the door once he heard you and Sam talking.

And he heard everything.

Upon hearing Sam’s last statement, Bucky thought it was time to enter the room. He pushed the cracked door open and stepped in, gaining both yours and Sam’s attention.

“Hey Bucky, what’s wrong? I thought you were going to the movies with Nat?” you say, pretending like everything was fine and you weren’t just spilling everything to Sam a couple of seconds ago.

“I was but then I remembered I forgot my wallet.” he says softly, his eyes focused on you and only you.

“Oh.” you say, standing up and getting his wallet from the dresser. “Here you go. Have fun baby.” you lean up and kiss his cheek.

You go to turn back to the bed but Bucky caught your arm and pulled you back. “What’s wro-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he questioned with a pained expression.

“Tell you what?”

“That you’re worried I’m gonna leave you for Nat.” he responds and your expression falls.

“You heard that?” you ask softly, not making eye contact with him.

“Yeah, all of it.” he tells you and Sam takes this moment to leave the room.

“Oh god.” you groan, covering your face with your hands.

“Baby,” he pulls your hands away from your face so that he could look at you. “You are good enough for me. If anything, I’m not good enough for you.”

You open your mouth to speak but he shushes you. “Nat and I are friends, and that’s all we’ll ever be. I’ve never liked her in that way - I’ve never even thought about her in that way.”

“You might say that but what about her? What if she likes you? She’s known you longer so she has the upper hand here.” you say.

“Well then it would suck for her because my heart belongs to you.” he responds, now holding both your hands in his. “It doesn’t matter if she’s known me longer, Y/N. It matters if we feel the same way and I can guarantee you that I do not like her in that way.”

You sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m a mess.”

“No you’re not. It’s okay. I’d feel the same way if this were the other way around.” he tells you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” you smile. Bucky grins and kisses you.

“Also, that Thomas dude is a huge dick. Don’t listen to him.” he adds once you two pull away, causing you to laugh. “How about we stay in, just you and me.”

“You promised Nat you two were going to see that movie. You can’t bail on her just because-”

Bucky cuts you off, his phone to his ear. “Hey Nat, sorry but we’re gonna have to rain check on the movie, I’m gonna spend the day with Y/N, okay, bye.” he hangs up the phone and throws it on the bed. “I’m all yours now.”

“Did you just hang up before letting her respond?” you ask and he nods.


“You know she’s gonna kill you, right?” you say and he nods again.

“Yup, so let’s enjoy our time together, alright?” he chuckles, pulling you close to him as he showers you with kisses.

A/N: I hope you liked this :) I’ll update more tomorrow.


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anonymous asked:

Jealous Steve Rogers pretty please, if you haven't already done it :) also loving your writing soooooo muuuccchh!! <3

Thank you, sweetie (: xx

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

  • Are you seeing this gif? It’s basically his face when he’s jealous
  • Besides that he crosses his arms
  • And the look on his face it’s a little bit sadder
  • He tries to act normal, but he can’t
  • Usually, he’s jealous because he is “too old for you”
  • “I’m not like one of those modern guys who is cool and knows pretty much about everything that is going on”
  • “And you really think that I would be crazy enough to leave you, Rogers?”
  • He can’t help the thoughts that comes to his mind when he sees you with another guy/girl
  • He knows that maybe you would be better with someone else…
  • Steve is that type of guy who won’t do anything when he’s seeing something that is making him jealous
  • He only stares from afar, and waits for you to do something
  • Of course that, if the guy/girl tries something against your will, Steve will do something about it (like push them away from you, starting a fight)
  • There are stupid little fights between you two because of him
  • “You don’t trust me”
  • “Of course I do! I love you and I don’t wanna lose you. It’s not about you, it’s about me not being enough for you, (Y/N). I don’t want you to meet someone better, even though you deserve to. You’re the best thing that happened to me.”
  • Make up sex

“Thanks for doing this Barry, she’s just having a few issues in Starling City, she really appreciates this, don’t you (y/n)?” Oliver asked directing the last part specifically towards you, trying to capture your attention.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah I really appreciate this.” You said waving him away with your hand, you were too busy looking around at what would be your new home for an undetermined amount of time. 

“She’s a little rough around the edges.” Oliver explained to Barry. 

“Just like someone else we know.” You told Barry, briefly focusing on them before turning your attention back to the lab. 
“Look, I know you’re not happy about this, but it’s just for a little bit, I’ll come back and get you when everything gets sorted out.” Oliver told you as he got ready to leave. 

“I just wish you’d let me fight my own battles, I’m not weak or helpless.” You told him with a sigh. 

“I know you’re not weak, you’re one of the strongest people I know, but this guy’s going to keep going after you no matter what you do. We’ll handle everything and call you back when it’s safe, until then, help Barry out here and try to keep yourself out of trouble.” He said giving you a brief hug. 

“Play nice.” Ollie told you as he walked out of S.T.A.R. Labs.

“No promises!” You called out before turning and walking back towards the cortex. 
“I think you’re really gonna like Central City.” Barry said trying to cheer you up. 

“Dude, I’m from Central City.” You told him. “I moved to Starling City after the explosion.” You said motioning to the lab around you. 

“So what do you do in Team Arrow?” Cisco asked. 

“I’m their meta.” You said nonchalantly. 

“You’re a meta?” Barry asked as you peeked his interest. 

“Yeah, so?” You asked raising an eyebrow. 

“What can you do?” Barry asked not bothering to hide his excitement. 

You smirked, you never turned down a chance to show off. You quickly bolted across the room, took Cisco’s slushie and returned to your seat, drink in hand. 

“Woah!” Cisco said looking at you with wide eyes. “Barry, I think she might be faster than you.” Cisco said looking at his best friend. 

“No, no, there’s no way that’s possible.” Barry said getting defensive. 

“Well, there’s one way to find out.” Cisco said before leading you and Barry to another room. 

“I give you, the cosmic treadmill.” Cisco said motioning to a giant treadmill that was hooked up to a monitor. 

“Well, that’ll be fun.” You said with a smile. 
“Don’t worry Allen, at least, you’re still the fastest man alive.” You said with a smirk. 

“Oh, shut up. I’m just tired.” He said rolling his eyes at you. 

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New Adventures - Chapter 1

Synopsis: Negan found you in the woods, and decides to bring you back to the Sanctuary.

Author: negansdirtygirll.tumblr.com

Characters: Negan, Elizabeth (My OC)

Word Count: 1,602

Warnings: Negan’s dirty mouth, eventual smut, fluff

*This is just the first chapter of a series I’m starting, sorry it’s not super exciting! Just introducing the story! :)

*Dont forget to read the other chapters! The masterlist is HERE.

Originally posted by wildling-heart

               You walked slowly through the woods, leaves crunching underneath your feet. If you created too much noise, the herd of Walkers you were stalking would easily catch on to your location. You held your katana in your hands, ready to strike. You were a huge fan of the Kill Bill movies before everything happened, and once the apocalypse happened, the sword you’d bought for show became your weapon of choice. It took a lot of practice, but you eventually became very comfortable with the weapon. You now relied on it to keep you alive.

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anonymous asked:

i mean, considering how much u know abt their clothes, how would u define their style? individual or not

hmmm this one is a bit difficult to answer since their styles have been changing so much in the last couple months

suga : simple but at the same time well put together, chic i guess? he doesnt wear a lot of patterns he seems to prefer solid color. he’s not afraid to experiment though. when he does wear patterns (a shirt for example) he makes sure to leave everything else simple, that way is not overwhelming. when you look at him you can tell the outfit is coordinated from head to toe.

taehyung: he has too sides, the really classy side with his dress and pattern shirts paired with slacks, and then there’s his more comfortable side, sweatpants, wide leg pants, hoodies, etc

jungkook : he has said before that he’s not that interested in fashion. from what ive seen  he prefers more comfortable clothes, he accessorizes it well though so its never boring.

jhope: he’s more on the hip hop side(?) but at the same time chic and stylish i guess you could say. he’s not afraid to experiment and always manages to look comfortable in what he’s wearing.

jimin : this one is reallyyyyyyyy difficult to name in one word. his style is always changing imo recently has been trying the shirt and slacks look taehyung has going on.  he loves stripes and like suga you usually see him in plain colors instead of patterns. at the same time he also has that hip hop style jhope has, but less (?) like i said its really difficult to describe.

jin: boy next door, college boy around campus that everyone has a crush on. simple yet well accessorized. can make a simple sweater and jeans outfit look good. i dont think he’s into any crazy colors, he’s more into muted tones.

rap monster: ive said this for some of the members but THIS BOY IS NOT AFRAID TO EXPERIMENT AT ALL.  he likes all-black looks (think rick owens, yohji yamamoto) , he likes patterns, he likes weird designs, he also likes colors etc…

ps: this is just my opinion, im in no way an expert in fashion.


PIP: you’re really going? i mean, i know Sulo was building a rocket but… i just didn’t think you’d ever go! i thought we were going to grow old together, Mei!!

MEI: i’m sorry, Pip. you know i absolutely loved living here and i really would stay here forever but… i need to move on. just… thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Sulo and Song!


KASPER: so, i guess this is good-bye, huh Sulo? it’s been… really nice having all of you around and… i just want you to know that i c-consider you a good f-friend! i-i’m not crying, i swear! *is totally crying*

SULO: i, too, have enjoyed our time together. as much as i have enjoyed the waterslide and chicken buckets. which is a lot.


I’m a person who likes to be honest and candid. I dont want to have to watch my mouth around you. But over the years I’ve learned 1) not everyone can handle the truth, 2) the way I’ve said some things was too blunt, 3) not everything needs to be said or commented on. I feel like I’ve reeled myself in over the years. I leave my most candid thoughts for like 2-3 ppl in my life who understand my intention behind them. A good amount of the time its just an observation but I guess an observation that some people would rather not hear.

Other times I’m just talking shit and want somebody with my same sense of humor to get it lmao

f(x) as wlw girlfriends
  • victoria: (if you listen close enough you can hear me screaming as i type this) can be greasy at times but she does it just to be corny and get you all flustered. for some reason i think that at some times she'd just be all "babe watch this" and show you some freaky thing she can do because she's so damn flexible. she's the big spoon and she's really into backhugs and cuddling :') lives for pda, automatically interlinked arms with you, grabs for your hand a lot. i feel like she would be the one to say "i love you" a lot, she feels like she says it too much that it might be annoying but it's sweet. takes good care of you, loves to make dishes for both of you to eat. a very giddy sweetheart.
  • luna: very energetic, truly like a little puppy! she'd be that gf that gives little kisses for everything. if she was leaving the room, she'd peck you on the cheek. you just entered the kitchen when she was cooking? kiss. little stuff like that. the little spoon, loves resting on your shoulders or laying down in your arms. sends you cute wake up texts, shes so sweet it hurts.
  • amber: she would be the meme gf omg, she'll point at random stuff as you two are walking and be like "that's us". you two probably have a secret handshake that you take way too seriously. amber would be into skinship a lot, she's very touchy lol. she hypes you up a lot no matter what. pretends to get mad when you wear her stuff but finds it adorable. LOVES IT when you call her pet names (especially babe) but gets embarrassed/blushes about it ;; actually gets flustered easily by you its cute
  • krystal: she's really into subtle skinship, arms interlinked, playing with your fingers, knowing that you're there and close by makes her happy. she's always hungry though so she'd ask you about food a lot. likes quiet places a lot. i think about soojung on dates, they'd be minimal but pretty worthwhile to her. late night dates, probably museum visits, dinner dates, quiet stuff. she can be very playful though, probably has you saved in her phone as the current inside joke you two have.
So I was watching NDRV3′s bonus mode on Youtube and DUDE




THEY MADE NEW SPRITES FOR HIM AND EVERYTHING (okay really just changed Hajime’s but whatever).

I was not expecting that. I totally thought they’d leave him out, but I’m happy to be wrong. And now I’m excited for his interactions with the others. Like I don’t want to get my hopes up too high, but Chiaki’s here, do you realize they might have a chance to actually talk without Junko or death getting in the way? What about Hajime? They’re separate on the list, so does that mean they can talk to each other too? That would be absolutely awesome.

Dance With Me Part 2.

Author: stephobrien25

Pairing: Dylan X Reader

Warning: Soon to be smut.

Word count: 2,113

A/N: Here’s part 2 of ‘Dance With Me’! Again apologies for taking long on updating. Part 3 is currently in works. Enjoy!

Originally posted by teen-wolf-stuff

“Hi,” I say when I walk back to him.

“Hi,” Dylan smiles down at me. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, Jess had too much to drink, so the girls are heading back home.

”He frowned a bit, “You’re leaving too?” The tone of his voice surprised me, he sounded disappointed in the thought of me leaving.

“No. Why, you trying to get rid of me already?” I teased.

Dylan smirked and pulled me towards him. “Get rid of you? Now why the hell would I want to do that?” He lowered his head and captured my lips with his.

The rest of the night was spent with us dancing, laughing and kissing as much as possible. It was ultimately one of the best nights of my life. Around three in the morning, we were both completely danced out. 

Walking out the club, Dylan grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest, “I had a great time tonight,” he whispered into my ear.

I smiled, “Me too. I’m glad you’re friends pushed you towards me.”

He laughed, “I’m here for at least another week. Is it okay if we exchange numbers and see if we can meet up again?”

“Can’t get enough of me, can you O’brien,” I grinned and pecked him on the lips. “Give me your phone.” After we exchanged numbers, he waited with me until my uber came. 

Before I got in the car, Dylan grabbed my face and gave me one last toe curling kiss, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” I whispered and got in the car. On the ride home, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

The next day, I woke up at like twelve and to the sounds of the kitchen being destroyed. Getting out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom and washed my face. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw a mark on my neck and all the memories of last night came crashing down on me. Did I really meet Dylan? Did I really dance with him all night? Oh, god did he really kiss me? I could practically taste the mojitos he had last night on my lips still.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

In a zombie like state, I walked to where all the commotion was being made. The minute I walked in, I wished I hadn’t. It was as if a tornado had passed by. The girls still didn’t notice my presence, since they were arguing on eating either waffles or pancakes.

“What the fuck? I thought we all agreed that I do breakfast in the mornings.”

The girls stopped their bickering  and turned to look at me. There was silence for five blissful seconds, before I was attacked by three squealing grown women. When the screaming subsided, the questions came full force.

“What happened?” “How was he?” “Is he a good dancer?” “Dancer? Forget that, is he a good kisser?” “Did you guys fuck?”

“Stop! Oh my god,” I laughed. “Sit down children and I will tell you what happened.”

They all sat down and looked at me expectantly. I told them how Dylan came up to me and how we started to dance and talk. How I taught him how to dance bachata - and yes he’s a very good dancer - which then led to an intense make out session, “God is he a good kisser. His lips are so soft but rough at the same time. They tasted like peppermint and mojitos and I never knew a taste so delicious. It’s like we couldn’t get enough of each other, his lips traveled to my neck leaving marks in his wake and I swear I almost jumped his bones right then and there,” I smiled. “When you guys left, we just kept dancing and kissing the night away. And that’s it, and no Jess, we didn’t fuck. The end.”

“That’s it? Just ‘the end,’” Kimmy exclaimed. “Scar, you experience the best night of your life with your celebrity crush and that’s it?”

I smirked at them, “Oh, did I forget to mention that he’s here for another week, we exchanged numbers and he might call me today?”

Cue the screaming, I rolled my eyes at them. Before I could say anything else, I heard my phone ringing from my room. My eyes widened and I rushed into my room, slammed the door and jumped onto my bed searching frantically for my phone. Finally finding it, I answered breathless, “Hello?”

“Hey gorgeous,” Dylan’s voice answered back. “Did I wake you up?”

I blushed and was grateful he couldn’t see me at the moment. “No. I’ve been awake for a while getting the spanish inquisition from the girls. How’d you sleep?”

“Good. I had a nice dream of this gorgeous woman teaching me how to dance, and how we spent the rest of the night. I almost didn’t want to wake up.”

I smiled, “Oh really? Well I hope she taught you well. So tell me, how did you two spend the rest of the night?”

He chuckled, “I could tell you, but I would rather show you all the things we did.” His words sent a tingling sensation through my body. “Which is actually why I’m calling. My friend told me about this new Greek restaurant that opened not too long ago in downtown. And I uh,” Dylan sounded a bit nervous, “I was wondering what you’re doing tomorrow night.”

I grinned, “Are you asking me out on a date, O’brien?”

“Yeah,” I could hear the smile on his face. “Yeah, I am.”

“I would love to go on a date with you Dylan.”

“Great! I mean, cool. Okay, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight? I’ll text you today. Bye baby.”

I froze, baby, the name gave me a warm feeling throughout my whole body and I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. “Bye Dyl,” I whispered and hung up.

Laying back on my bed, I began to kick my feet into the air and laugh. Suddenly there was a thump against my door, making my way to the door I opened it and sighed at the sight before me. Kimberly, Jess and Renee looked up at me with shy grins on their faces, “So…?”

“So,” I covered my ears before continuing. “I have a date with him tomorrow night.” Thank God I covered my poor ears.

Instead of staying in for the day, we decided to head out to Bayside and have a small lunch and some drinks. The day outside was sunny with slight wind - which is rare in Miami - so I decided to wear my navy blue sundress. We were sitting outside of one of the various restaurants Bayside has and enjoying the band playing.

“I still can’t believe you’re actually going on a date with Dylan,” gushed Renee, while we were waiting for the check.

I was staring at the blue ocean when I responded, “Trust me neither can I. It feels like I’m dreaming and I don’t want to wake up.” I frowned a bit. “But soon enough I have to right?”

Kimmy looked at me, “What do you mean?”

“Well this is just a one week thing. Dylan doesn’t live here and soon enough he has to get back to work half way across the world, while I stay here thinking back on the memories. He’s an actor and he travels a lot, it wouldn’t surprise me if he finds another fling. I mean that’s what I am right now, fling.”

“Scar,” I looked at Renee. “You’re not just a ‘fling’, cause if that’s how he saw you, Dylan would’ve taken you to his hotel or wherever last night and had a one night stand. But that didn’t happen and he actually called you and asked you out. I mean the both of you have been texting all day like some high school lovers.”

I was going to say something, but she gave me a look, “Let me finish. You are always on about how he’s such a good guy and how he doesn’t let the fame get to his head. That he views himself as a normal guy, which he is.” She reached out and grabbed my hand. “Sweetie, you’re just scared. Don’t let what you’re ex did to you think everyone is the same. Enjoy yourself, you deserve it.”

I had tears in my eyes and I was going to say something, but someone caught my eye. It was Dylan, and he was wearing some cargo shorts, a black Henley shirt and a backwards blue cap. “Holy shit.” I’ve been saying that a lot lately.

“Yeah I know, my words almost made me cry too. I didn’t know I had it in me,” Renee joked. 

I laughed, “No, dumbass. Look to where the band is playing.” They all turned to looked and looked back at me with wide eyes.

“Is that…?”

“Yup, I didn’t know he was coming here. Dylan texted me saying he was going out with the guys.”

“This can’t be a coincidence,” said Jess. “It’s like fate!”

“It’s not fate-”


Just hearing his voice sent shivers up my spine, I looked up to see him smiling at me.

“Dylan, hey.”

“Are you stalking me now?” He teased.

I smirked at him, “You’re in my city O’brien. Plus, I have better things to do than stalk you.”

He guffawed and walked over to me and gave me a kiss on my forehead, I sighed.

“Ahem,” Kimmy looked at the both of us with a smile on her face. 

“Oh! Dylan, these are my best friends. Kimberly, Jessica, and Renee. Girls, this is Dylan.”

“Nice to officially meet you Dylan, Scar has told us so much about you.” Kimmy said.

“Really now? All good things I hope,” he smirked down at me and I could feel myself blush.

“Trust me all were good things,” I glared at Jess and she just stook her tongue out at me.

“So, where are your friends,” I asked to keep my friends from embarrassing me any further.

Dylan looked over to where the band was playing, “They ditched me to dance with those girls. Though I can’t really complain since I ditched them for a sexy dancer last night.” He looked down at me and I blushed again.

Suddenly Jess exclaimed, “I forgot, I had to meet up with Eric.”

Kimmy looked at her phone, “Lucas just texted me saying he needs my help.”

They both looked at Renee expectantly, “Oh, right. I have to um, I have to buy something.”

Getting up they all said goodbye to us and Jess gave me a hug and whispered, “Enjoy yourself.” I thought back to Renee’s words from earlier and nodded, “I will.”

“They’re not so subtle, are they?”

I giggled, “No, but they’re my girls. I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

The band began to play a slow song and Dylan turned to me, “Dance with me?”

“Is this our thing?” I asked smiling up at him and grabbing his hand.

“If it is, it’s not so bad. I really enjoy dancing with you.”

I laid my head on his chest, “I really like dancing with you too,” and I began to sway to the beat of his heart.

We spent the rest of the day walking on the marina, looking at the different stores and just talking about everything. He was holding my hand and I was laughing at something he said, when he suddenly stopped walking, “You look really beautiful today, Scar.”

I stopped laughing and my breath caught, “What?”

Dylan pushed some hair out of my face and behind me ear, while he softly kissed my cheek. “You look beautiful. Plus you’re wearing one of my favorite colors.” He grinned.

Grinning back, I pulled his cap off and put it on my head, “Mets, right? How do I look?”

“Hot. You look hot with my cap. Hell, you can keep it, it looks better on you anyways.”

Running my fingers through his hair, I got on my tip toes and kissed the side of his neck. “Just imagine it being the only thing I’m wearing,” I said boldly.

Dylan groaned and kissed me on the lips for the first time today. The kiss was even more passionate than last night and he lightly bit onto my lower lip, making me moan into his mouth. The moment was ruined when I heard someone call my name. 

“Scar?” I pulled away from the kiss and Dylan pouted making me giggle.

Turning around I saw someone I haven’t seen in over a year and my heart fell to my stomach.

A/N: Yes, another cliffhanger…I’m sorry please don’ hate me! Trust me part 3 will be worth the wait. Hope you guys enjoyed!


This was my response to that Sarner post, I reposted it, because tumblr is not allowing me to reblog the original post.

Omg can we just not???!! So many people in this fandom would gush and faint if Flint would leave everything behind to be with Thomas Hamilton. I’m pretty sure this Sarner lady would love that too. God forbid Silver does the same. You can’t compare Silver and Madi’s relationship with Silver and Flint’s friendship. Silver has always done and given so much more than Flint has in return. Flint has put Silver (and the rest of the Walrus crew) through shit Madi would NEVER EVER do to him, simply because it’s not in her nature. Till this day Silver is still doing what Flint wants. The only person who actually gives a shit about what Silver wants, who actually gives a shit about him being his own person is Madi. How are you gonna disrespect a Black woman like that? Are you fucking kidding me? She isn’t just some random chick getting in the way of your two faves. She is a fully realized character, with her own individual story, a woman who’s people freedom she’s fighting for because a bunch of white colonial motherfuckers wanted to get rich and stay rich!? Remember? The entire economy of that world thrived on colonialism and slavery??? Madi Scott is not only a woman who based on actual historical context is fighting to stick it to the man, but also from a moral and ethical perspective has every fucking right to do so. That’s what Silver sees. And than you have the pirate who is full of grandeur and ego who wants revenge on England because they took his love away from him and doesn’t care who has to sacrifice to get his war, friend or foe. As long as everything goes HIS specific way. Let’s be honest. We all know if Thomas could see Flint now, he wouldn’t exactly agree with this revenge plot and that’s an understatement. Silver and Madi have and always will have more in common then Silver and Flint ever will. And how are you gonna act so surprised when Silver has repeatedly warned Flint that when it comes to Madi, he’s at his most vulnerable therefore he will not choose his war over her. He knew. Also the fact that Silver doesn’t believe in Flint’s war anymore isn’t exactly news either, this has been building up the entire season. He believed in Flint, but now he’s losing faith in him. That’s called character development folks, people change, deal with it. Besides, it isn’t as if Flint ever bothers to let Silver in on his plans for his war anyway, he suddenly adds and changes things and asks him to just trust him. Yeah right. Then you have Madi and Silver who discuss everything together before they go ahead with a plan. That is trust, that is mutual respect. Madi taught him the true meaning of love and friendship; to be with someone who let’s you be free to be yourself and live your own life on your own accord. And that’s what Silver wants, his OWN life.
A Man Worth Fighting For- 7

Summary: Seventy years has passed and the world has changed. You thought you were moving on until Steve Rogers asks you for a favor which leads to a discovery that will change everything. So much for retirement. Sequel to “A Girl Worth Fighting For.” Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1256
Warnings: Language, as always.
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AN: I will be making another post about this, but here’s the dealeo. I have way too many tags on here that I’m sure are outdated, so for the next part I will be starting over my tags. If you would like to be tagged/continue to be tagged in this story, please either leave a COMMENT on this chapter, or send an Ask to my inbox saying as such. Thanks so much guys!

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“Lacerated spinal column, cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, one hell of a headache.”

You barely registered Fury’s words. Sitting across from him at the table, you leaned back into the chair with your arms crossed, staring hard at the table between you. You felt his eye land on you every so often, but he kept talking to Natasha about how his death was faked, and why. It didn’t matter to you, your brain was still trying to process the fact that Bucky- your Bucky- was still alive, and working for Hydra. He didn’t know who he was, who Steve or you were, and knowing that only made it worse. What had they done to him?

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Title: [Fanart] but i leave in my heart
Artist: RegalDucky

Title: but i leave in my heart
Author: alinaandalion
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Words: 35430
When the Evil Queen returns, Regina is left to figure out how to stop her before she destroys everything.


*“I’m so scared,” Regina says, the words slipping out even though she wants to swallow them down, down, down so she can be strong and sure and stop leaning on Emma like this. But she can’t keep it bottled up, too cracked and vulnerable without the pieces she tore out and threw away. “I don’t know what I would do if she took Henry. Or if she hurt you…our family—“

“I won’t let her,” Emma tells her. “No matter what, I will protect Henry. And you. You can count on me.”

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