kill yourself at home

trimax-na-boken  asked:

But WBC is real with actual documented incidents. What has a real SJW ever actually done besides make stupid people feel uncomfortable on the Internet

There is no such thing as “a real SJW”.  “Social justice warrior” was always a negative label from the beginning, created to designate those that are not representing social justice as it should be (kind of like how the term “weekend warrior” is used to describe someone who’s normally boring from Monday through Friday, but goes out of their way to indulge themselves irresponsibly on the weekends in an attempt to compensate).  Wearing that label unironically is like publicly proclaiming that you’re a bigot.  You’re utilizing the No True Scotsman logical fallacy here.  Also, the fact that you said “make stupid people uncomfortable on the internet” really doesn’t reflect well on you, especially when the majority of anti-SJWs are liberals, LGBTA people, minorities, etc. that are simply “uncomfortable” with how you’re poorly representing what we believe in.  The fact that there even is a divide between people that all desire equality just goes to show that someone is doing it wrong (hint: It’s not the anti-SJWs).  If anything, you’re just showing people exactly the kind of attitude that people hate about SJWs.  It’s the fanaticism.  It’s the extremism.  There are people who simply have faith in a higher power, and then there are people like WBC, who actively use that faith to try to harm others.  This is why they’re really the perfect analogy when discussing what SJWs are to activism.

In any case, are you sure you want me to answer this?  Because I don’t think you’re going to like what you see.

What has tumblr done, you ask?:

    Meanwhile, the sane people of tumblr mocked the shit out of them for intentionally kicking the hornet’s nest, and then whining when they got stung.

    Why?  Because 4chan contributed over $23k to it. 

    I’m sure all of this doesn’t even come CLOSE to what SJWs have done overall.  I could probably spend weeks finding all sorts of bullshit to put on here.  I openly invite others to add onto this, as I’m sure there’s a lot that’s been left out (@takashi0 might have a list on hand).

    This is why people are against “social justice warriors”.  They are NOT representing social justice.  They are NOT supporting equality.  They are only giving liberals, activists, women, minorities, and the LGBTA community a bad name.


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    Characters: Yuta, OC, Jaehyun.
    Genre: Romance, Angst, Slight Smut, Cussing.
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    Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up.

    Not in Islamic countries, obviously; you’ll get yourself killed. 

    However, even in the land of the free and the home of the brave, there are places where wearing this shirt would be dangerous and atheists are definitely discriminated against. 

    In Ireland, where I live, I think people would react more negatively to the fact that you wore this shirt than to the fact that you’re an atheist, but there is often a sense of mystery in conversations I have with people. 

    Don’t Let Me Go Pt.2

    Warnings; sad spencer, violence, mentions of blood and wounds, cursing, angst and sad fluff at the end


    SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I had a messy day and I start school tomorrow again so I decided to get this out quick before I had to go back. Anyways, here is the much requested part two ! I hope you all enjoy it and it lives up to expectations :’) much love <33333 (sorry for any mistakes !!)

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    Spencer walked into the sheriff’s department with JJ following closely behind. It was chaotic as everyone rushed around and phones rang within seconds of each other.

    “What did we miss?” JJ asks as a frowning Hotch comes towards them. “Was there another murder?”

    “Not yet,” Hotch sighs. “The unsub totaled Morgan and Y/N’s squad car. He took her.”

    For the first time that day, the mention of Y/N’s name sparked full attention in Spencer. JJ looks over at him as tears begin to pool in his eyes.

    “H-Have you guys found them?” Spencer asks worriedly.

    “We’re working on it,” Hotch says sympathetically. “Fortunately, Y/N has her phone on her and we’re hoping Garcia can trace it.”

    “Is there anything I can do to help?” Spencer begins wracking his brain with solutions and thoughts on how he could save the love of his life, but he kept coming up empty.

    “I’m sorry, Reid,” Hotch shakes his head, “but there is nothing we can do right now except to wait on Garcia.”

    JJ frowned as she put a hand on his shoulder in a small attempt to get him to calm down.

    “She’s going to be okay, you know that right?” JJ says and Spencer shakes his head.

    “I-I don’t know,” Spencer sputters out. “Before you called, we had gotten into an argument and I kind of left things unresolved. I know how she is and I know she gets really drained when I ignore her the way I do, and I don’t know why I do that to her when I know it hurts her. What if when she wakes up, she won’t have the energy to defend herself because of me.”

    “Spencer, look at me,” JJ puts her hands on Spencer’s shaking arms and makes him face her way. “Y/N is a trained agent and an exceptional profiler, she knows what to do and how to survive. If anything were to slow her down, my guess is that it would be to any injuries she got in the crash.”

    Spencer tries to blink away the tears, but they keep coming right back up.

    “Excuse me,” he mutters as he tears himself away from JJ’s grip and hurries outside of the building.

    His mind was racing with the endless possibilities of how you could be hurt or how long you have to live. On top of being kidnapped by a sadistic serial killer, you also had unattended injuries that were bleeding out and being exposed to bacterias.

    As Spencer stood outside, kicking rocks on the ground, tears falling down his face, and a heavy weight on his chest, he noticed a police car pull up to the sheriff’s department. Morgan quickly jumped out of the passenger side of the car, his left arm in a sling and a bandage on his cheek bone that was adorned with smaller cuts around it.

    Derek looked around the parking lot and frowned deeply when his eyes landed on the broken genius by the curb.

    “Reid!” Morgan calls and scuffles towards him.

    “How did it happen?” Spencer gulps as he looks at Morgan with a small disappointment, somewhat blaming this whole thing on him. Morgan sighs and gives him an ‘are you sure?’ look and Spencer nods.

    “We were on our way to the coroner’s and at a stoplight, Y/N noticed a car that fit the one we had for the unsub. At first, I thought she was crazy because it was gone before I noticed it, but then it hit us.”

    “Where did it hit?”

    “Once in the back, twice on her side,” Morgan looks down in sadness. “I tried getting us out of there. When I woke up, I saw them. She put up a hell of a fight with all those wounds-”

    “Shut up!” Spencer snaps as he presses his hands to his ears. Dismay fell over him at the details of Derek’s explanation.

    “Kid, I promise you we will get this son of a bitch,” Morgan assures him. “I got his plate numbers and we’ll be at his house soon.”

    As if it were on cue, Emily stepped out of the building with JJ, Rossi, and Hotch following behind.

    “Guys, we’ve got an address,” Emily announces to the two men. “If we wanna save Y/N, we have to go now.”


    Your eyes began to adjust in the dimly lit room,  and then your body followed. You tried to get up or move only to realize that you were strapped to a chair. The second you moved a limb, a sharp pain struck you in the stomach and thigh causing you to let out a scream.

    Panic begin to set in as you remembered the events that led you here. Flashes of glass shattering, the world spinning, and a pair of black boots clouded your thoughts.

    “Ah, you’re awake.”

    Speaking of the devil.

    A dirty looking, drug abusing man came out from the shadows. The closer he stepped towards you, the more you could smell the must and alcohol radiating off of him.

    “Please don’t hurt me,” You yelp. “I guarantee you that when you’re caught, and you will be, you will not get special treatment. Especially when you’re charged with the murder of an agent.”

    “I’m not going to get caught, darling,” he snickers as he reaches forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You moved your head away the second his skin came in contact with yours. Angry with your reaction, he wraps a hand behind your neck and pushes your head towards him. “I’ve been killing women like you for years. Dozens. Even if they were to catch me, they have no evidence. I’ve made sure of that. So what makes you think they’ll catch me? You’ll be dead before you could speak.”

    “Because you were messy with my capture,” you chuckle slightly. “You rammed into a government vehicle, leaving the imprint of your truck all over it. My partner woke up before you took me meaning he probably wrote down your license plate. And honestly, if you were as smart as you made yourself out to be - you would have patted me down to remove any technology on me. I’m surprised you didn’t notice, but I’ve had my unit chief on the phone and I’ve been stalking my so-called death by distracting you with a conversation.”

    “You bitch,” he sneers.

    “A man’s ego will often get the best of him,” you tease. The sound of sirens coming from every direction of the house caused your heart to flutter with hope. You knew they would save you.

    The unsub let out a growl as he turned your chair around to undo the ropes around your arms and legs.

    “Good thing I injured you pretty bad,” he comments. “Or else you’d be fighting back by now.”

    He pulled you up from the chair and a pain filled yelp left your throat as your muscles contracted under your wounds.

    “FBI!” Hotch broke through the door, letting a ray of sunshine into the room followed by someone equivalent to that. A very scared Spencer entered the room, his eyes scanning over the situation and you.

    “Daniel, we know why you’re doing this,” Spencer began.

    “You don’t know anything,” the unsub, Daniel, spits. You feel a cool metal being pressed against your temple and you momentarily feel your heart speed up.

    “Yes, I do,” Spencer begins to panic. “Someone who looks a lot like Y/N, broke your heart. Kate was the love of your life, and she just cheated on you like you meant nothing.”

    “Shut up,” Daniel yells. The gun began to dig deeper into your skin as Daniel got angrier.

    “Spencer,” you cry out as Daniel tightens the headlock you’re in.

    “Oh I see what’s going on here,” Daniel laughs sinisterly. “She’s your girl?”

    Spencer said nothing as he watched you with a pained expression as you struggle in the man’s grip.

    “Daniel, we have the house surrounded,” Hotch warns. “If you do anything to harm her, you will be shot down.”

    “Does this count as harming her?” He questions as he turns his head towards you and begins kissing your cheek.

    “Stop!” You yell as you elbow him in the stomach. For a split second, your out of Daniel’s grip - and a second is all it takes for everything to go downhill. You watch as a rage overtakes his features, you messed up. You triggered him by rejecting him and that’s all that took him to turn him into a loose cannon. The gun in his hand was pointed towards you and as you heard Spencer’s yells, the room filled with the sound of three triggers being pulled and bullets being released. One came in contact with your chest, and the other two struck Daniel in the torso.

    Everything sounded muffled and nothing looked clear as you let your head hit the ground. The black spots in your vision began appearing, but before everything went completely dark, you watched a broken Spencer fall to the ground beside you and gather you up in his arms. You couldn’t feel it, but you felt the flutter in your heart every time he was near - and then there’s nothing.


    Spencer sat in the cold and uncomfortable chair right beside your bed. His leg was jumping in all sorts of directions and his head was buried in his hands.

    A punctured lung, a burst appendix, and a deep wound in your thigh.

    Spencer had tried convincing himself for the past two weeks that he sat in this hospital that you were going to be okay, but his mind kept telling him that you wouldn’t.

    People came and go. Your room was filled with balloons, stuffed animals, and cards written in love. Spencer had been there since you arrived. Sitting by your bedside, praying to anything that would keep you alive.

    A very sad JJ walked into the room with Derek following behind.

    “Spencer, you know she wouldn’t want you killing yourself over here,” JJ suggests sadly, “why don’t you go home and rest.”

    “No, I’m not leaving,” Spencer quickly interjects.

    “You’ve been here every day, kid,” Morgan frowns. “You haven’t eaten, hell I don’t think you’ve slept.”

    The two agents worried for their friend’s health. His eyes were rimmed with red, decorated with the dark purple bags sitting under his eyes. His cheek bones were much more prominent and his cheeks were hollowed and spiked with scruff.

    “I don’t want to leave her,” Spencer cries.

    “I know,” JJ wipes away a tear of her own before walking over to the hunched over man and placing a hand on his cheek in a comforting way. “She’s been like this for too long, Spence. I  know this sounds horrible, but she’s suffering and maybe if we find the strength to let her go, then maybe she can finally be in peace.”

    “No, no,” Spencer lets his head fall onto the bed, his hand reaching over to interlock with yours. “I can’t.”

    “We’ll leave you to it,” Morgan adds quietly.

    When JJ and Morgan are fully out of the room, Spencer takes the time to try and compose himself for you. He looks up at your face, covered in bruises and small cuts.

    “I’m sorry this happened to you,” he begins tearfully. “I’m sorry that you’re on life support. I’m sorry that I let the unsub get you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you in time. I’m sorry that I’m so selfish that I can’t let you go. But most of all, I’m sorry that I didn’t fix us before you ended up like this.”

    Spencer looked down at the white bed sheets where your hand and his lied, entwined with each other. He brings the pair to his forehead and closes his eyes.

    “But I have to do right by you,” he sniffles. “If you want me to let you go, I will. But please, of you’re somewhere in there and you can somehow hear me, give me a sign. Give me a sign, and I promise I will never ignore you the way I did, ever again. I promise you will spend every day, loved. Please, Y/N, give me something. I love you.”

    Little did he know, that his words of courage spoke to the empty void you found yourself in. And somehow, with any strength and brain activity in you, you managed to give his hand a light squeeze.

    A sharp intake of breath leaves Spencer’s lips as he looks at your hand in his. A second squeeze came from you to reassure him that he didn’t imagine it.

    “Nurse!” Spencer desperately calls out. As nurses begin to rush in, Spencer leans in to kiss your cheek. “I won’t let you go.”

    The nurse calls in the doctor to point out the sudden miracle of you breathing on your own. Spencer felt a twinkle in his heart that he hadn’t felt in the past two weeks, a twinkle of hope.

    He knew you would be okay.

    Engraved pt. 16

    <– Engraved 15 | Chased 2 –> | Engraved 16.5 –>

    Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost)
    Words: 8890 
    Notes for Update: 45
    Warnings: Anger, fighting, abuse, smut and all that, something that sounds like self harm but is NOT, sorry guys…
    Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Chen X Reader
    A/N: pls don’t kill me….talk to me!

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    You found yourself at home, drenched from the rain again, sitting on the couch staring at the bottle of whiskey that was still on the table somehow. To be honest, you’d never been an emotional drinker, but right now you just wanted to fucking get away from everything. It was better than dosing on pills or something, wasn’t it? So you poured yourself a generous glass and clambered up the stairs after leaving a not for Kyungsoo. You didn’t expect him to come home to you tonight, but you left it anyway. Saying it might be better if he sleep on the couch tonight.
    Just because you didn’t like taking your problems to bed with you, and right now that was the only way not to.
    Your bed was comfortable, but ice cold from the window you had left open. So you sighed deeply, took a large gulp of the whiskey and gathered your blanket down the stairs. Just so you could put them in the dryer one a short trial.
    When you waited for it to finish you stared at you phone, on the verge of calling Jongdae and breaking down. There was a sense of fear, and you noticed it in your body as you thought Kyungsoo came home. But as you waited silently in the laundry room, you realised it was probably just a noise.

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    do u ever think about how easy it would be to kill yourself? it’s 3 AM and the whole drive home all i could think was that i could just drive my car off the freeway and that would be it

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    cassians reaction to you going missing while on a mission

    There had to be a rational explanation as to why you weren’t in yours and Cassian’s quarters.

    You’d obviously been called on a mission, or went for a walk, or you’d gotten sick and went to see a medic, or-

    “Captain Andor.”

    He turned to see General Draven standing in the doorway, a strangely sympathetic expression on his face which did nothing to comfort him.

    “Where is she?” Cassian asked, surprised by how level his voice was. The General cleared his throat, clearly stalling. “Where is my wife?” he demanded, losing his patience.

    Draven sighed. “Lieutenant Andor was called on an urgent mission to extract one of our pilots from a situation at the Ring Of Kafrene. The pilot returned an hour ago, alone.”

    Cassian’s heart plummeted to land somewhere near his toes. Why would the pilot leave without you? If he met them, he would-

    “They were overrun by stormtroopers,” Draven continued, as though he could hear Cassian’s internal rant. “Lieutenant Andor instructed the pilot to leave while she distracted them, but the pilot claims he stayed long enough to see her being dragged onto an Imperial ship.”

    “And you’ve sent a search party to look for her?” Cassian questioned, raising his eyebrows expectantly. He still wasn’t sure how he was managing to appear so calm, he was beginning to scare himself. When Draven remained silent, he made up his mind.

    “I’m going to Kafrene, see if I can find anything to show where they’ve-”

    “You will not,” Draven told him firmly, grabbing his forearm as he tried to barge past. “This is too personal, your judgement will be clouded and you will get yourself killed.”

    “And I will bring my wife home! Let me go!”

    “How do you think she’ll feel to come home and find out her husband died to get her back?”

    Cassian stopped struggling as he considered this. You would never forgive him if he gave his life for yours, even if you would do the same for him.

    “You need to send a search party now,” he told Draven, making unwavering eye contact with the General. “The longer we wait, the more danger she’s in.”

    He began to walk away, needing some time away from your quarters to collect his thoughts. Draven’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

    “We can’t just drop all our plans to get (Y/N) back. Your wife is not the most important person in the Resistance.”

    Cassian turned to face him with a glare which could kill.

    “She is to me.”

    -Great Expectations- (part 2)


    Warnings: it might be boring None, for now.

    Words: 2074 

    ’Y/n, where were you before when I called you?’’
    ‘’I was at the bookshop. The one I always go to. Why?’’ you answered, not really getting why he was asking about that.
    ‘’You mentioned flirting with some ‘cute nerdy guy’. If my memory serves me well, an older lady owns the shop ad works there too. But that is irrelevant. He’s probably her son or nephew, and he took her place because she’s sick, or on a vacation, or she just didn’t feel like working today. What caught my attention, is the flirting part. Y/n you can’t flirt. You wouldn’t be able to do so even if your life depended on it.’’ he said, looking at you with entertainment in his eyes. He was waiting for you to give him your best shot.
    ‘’Thanks, Jordan. Everybody would be grateful to have a brother like you. And just so you know, I was about to test if I improved my flirting skills, but your call ruined the attempt of doing so.’’ you turned your head to Alex now ‘’What he’s saying is true tho. I either ignore the guy I like, and expect from him to magically know about my feelings, or I stare at him all the time and act like a creepy stalker. There’s no in between.’’ you said In an apologizing tone. Alex gave you an understanding smile, and Sophie just giggled at your words.
    ‘’You know,’’ Jordan began ‘’the fact that my sister went there first, before calling me and asking about me, it’s killing me. Like, she loves Rachel (the woman that owns the bookshop) and her books more than she loves me’’ he finished, acting like he was hurt, but in reality he was just challenging you. You rolled your eyes choosing to ignore him.
    ‘’Jesus Jordan, give her a break.’’ Sophie said annoyed.
    You knew he was just teasing you, and that the only reason he was saying this was because he loves arguing with you. But suddenly, you weren’t in the mood for it. You felt tired, you arrived in Dublin just four hours ago. Even thought you were enjoying spending time with these three mundanes, you had to go.
    ‘’Guys, I’m gonna go now. ’’. ‘’But, why?’’ Sophie almost cried out, and Jordan was looking at you with a puppy face. ‘’Please sis, don’t go. You just came!!’’
    ‘’JP, you know I would stay if I wasn’t so tired. I really need to go home and crash.’’ ‘’Okay. But I’ll see you tomorrow then?’’ he asked. ‘’Of course you will.’’ you came over to him to give him a hug. You did the same thing with Sophie, then you came over to Alex, whom was expecting you to do the same with him, but instead, you took his hand in yours and gave him a handshake. He looked disappointed. ‘’It was nice meeting you, Alex.’’ you smiled at him while saying this. ‘’It was a pleasure for me too.’’ he returned the smile. You locked your eyes with him, and it felt like the time stopped for a moment.
    You two were standing there like that for a couple of seconds, holding onto each others hands. Not making a tinniest movement. Not daring to look away.
    You would’ve gladly stayed like that for longer, but you two weren’t alone. Then again, it was not the right place, neither the right time for showing any emotions. You came back to reality, taking your hand back next to your body, feeling strange at the sudden lack of touch of his. ‘’I’ll see you soon guys. Bye!!’’ you smiled nervously and walked away from them, thinking about what have just happened.
    What, the hell, was that?


    You woke up at the sound of your phone ringing. You were cursing all the time while searching for it in your bed with you left hand. You found it under your pillow. Why was it there? You don’t remember leaving it under your pillow.
    ‘’Hello.’’ you answered with your voice hoarse from sleeping, still keeping your eyes closed. You weren’t ready to face the world just yet.
    ‘’Morning sunshine.’’. It was Jordan.
    ‘’Oh, no. Not you again.’’ you joked, acting shocked.
    ‘’Ouch.’’ he said ‘’Well, I kind of deserved that for yesterday. And, well, I woke you up. I forgot that you were not a morning person. Sorry sis.’’ he apologized. ‘’Anyway, I thought you could come have breakfast at my place. Do you want to?’’ You shifted in your bed while thinking about it, eyes still closed. ‘’I don’t know JP. I don’t know who I am, and where I am. I’m not ready to get out of bed yet.’’ you said.
    ‘’Alex is coming too.’’ he said, challenging you. You could imagine what his face looked like while he was telling you this. He had that smile of his that appeared when he knew he was striking right in the center.
    You immediately opened your eyes and put yourself in a sitting position. There was that strange feeling in your belly again, but you didn’t want to give that kind of satisfaction to Jordan, so you said ‘’Is that supposed to make me change my mind?’’.
    ‘’I saw the way you look at him little sis. So, yeah, it should make you change your mind.’’ he was teasing you again. You didn’t say anything. You had no words for this. ‘’Jesus Y/n, I’m joking. Just come, please. I wanna have breakfast with you.’’ he said.
    You thought about it again. ‘’There better be waffles. And coffee. Lots of coffee. Otherwise, you’re a dead man.’’ You could hear him cheering on other side of the line. ‘’Awesome. See you soon. Love you!!’’ he hung up.
    You were sitting there motionless for a couple moments. Then, you made yourself get off the bed and went to the bathroom to get ready. You were looking at yourself while brushing your teeth. For some reason, your hair was looking good. In reality, your hair was the only thing you liked about yourself. It wasn’t always easy to handle with, but you loved it anyway. Your dark blond hair. It was naturally straight, so you just had to brush it and you were ready to go.
    You felt like putting some more effort in getting ready, so you put on some mascara and something to cover the bags under your eyes. After getting dressed, you went out to go to Jordans’.
    He wasn’t living far from you. Just a block away.
    When you two were moving here in Dublin, you insisted into living close to each other so you could see each other more often.
    In ten minutes you were already standing in front of his door. You knocked, and waited for him to open the door for you. Yes, you’re family, but still, it’s better for him to open the door for you. Once when you just walked in his suit, you interrupted his intimate session with Sophie. It was pure horror. It still makes you want to vomit when you think about it.
    ‘COOOOME IIIIIIN!!’’ you heard the idiot yelling from the inside. You laughed and went in. Oh, God. The smell of waffles made its way to your nose. Suddenly, you weren’t mad at Jordan anymore for waking you up.
    ‘’Hello everyone!’’ you greeted them as you entered the kitchen.
    ‘’Look who showed up.’’ your brother smiled at you. You made your way to him to kiss him on the cheek. Sophie was making more waffles, so she just waved at you. But there was no sign of Alex. ‘’He’s in the bathroom.’’ Jordan whispered in your ear. You blushed at his words. Sometimes you really hated that your brother could read you like a book.
    ‘’Hey gorgeous.’’ you heard Alex from behind you. You blushed again. ‘’Excuse me, why are you calling my sister gorgeous?’’ JP acted like he was angry. ‘’Because she is. I think that’s pretty obvious.’’ Alex said making his way to the table were his laptop was. ‘’Y/n, have a specific song you want to hear this morning?’’ he asked, looking you straight in the eyes. ‘’Bad habit- The Kooks’’ you said immediately.He smiled, still looking at you like he was analyzing you. ‘’Okay. ‘Bad habit’ it is.’’ he put your song on.
    ‘’JP, where’s my coffee?’’ It was like he knew what you were going to ask for. He was already handing you your cup before you finished the question. ‘’Sister, some day, caffeine is going to kill you.’’ ‘’Some day. But not today.’’ you both laughed and sat at the table since Sophie was done making waffles.


    Breakfast went well. Even if most of the time it was just you and Jordan teasing and embarrassing each other, both Sophie and Alex didn’t mind. They actually enjoyed watching the two of you. Because, even if you were mean to each other, and even if sometimes you wanted to kill each other during arguments, there was no denying that you loved each other. And that is a beautiful thing to see, since you have families where brothers and sister don’t even speak to each other.

    Sometimes, during breakfast, when Jordan or Sophie were telling a story, you would throw a glance, or two, at Alex. You couldn’t deny the beauty of this man. Just his eyes were making you go insane. And his full lips. And his sharp jaw. Your eyes adored his body in general. They couldn’t stop making their way to his broad shoulders. Or his arms. Or his hands. You let yourself imagine how it would be to hold his hand, or even feel it touching you. But most of all, you loved to watch him while he speaks.
    His hands would be all over the place while he was trying to explain something. He would make a disgusted expression when he would talk about something he doesn’t really dig. There would be a slight change of tone in his voice when he was talking about something he was really passionate about. His face would also light up while doing so. You also noticed the sadness in his eyes while he was talking about his family and friends at home.
    He was a masterpiece. A masterpiece you could watch all day, and not find a single thing you don’t like. Thank God he didn’t catch you staring. Well, he didn’t, but Jordan did. Of course he did. You could already imagine how he was going to tease you about this.
    When all of you were done eating, you helped clean up, and then it was time to go. Even though Jordan and Sophie insisted on you two to stay, you had to go. You didn’t unpack your things, and just by thinking about it you wanted to kill yourself. Alex offered to follow you home, since he wasn’t living that far from you. You both greeted and thanked Sophie and Jordan, and went out of the building.
    Silence fell between the two of you. Then, of course, Alex broke it. ‘’So, Y/n, tell me something about yourself. I know nothing about you, except maybe that you’re Jordan’s sister, and that you’re a med student. I also know that you like to read. Oh, and you’re the same age as I am.’’ he said.
    ‘’You know quite a lot for someone who says he doesn’t know me.’’ You both laughed nervously.
    ‘’You know what I mean.’’ he said. You were already at the entrance in front of your building. He was looking at you, waiting for an answer.
    ‘’There is nothing special to know about me.’’ you said ‘’I’m a simple person that has a boring life on this world, so I transport myself to a new one by reading a book.’’ and with these words you turned your back to him, wanting to enter the building. You wanted him to stop you, which, of course, he didn’t do. He just stood there, watching you with a confused expression on his face.
    How could you leave him just like that? Girls were usually throwing themselves at him, but no, you were walking away from him. And all he could do was stare, motionless. You turned around only to tell him that you had a good time, and that you hope you will see him again soon.
    ‘’It will be sooner than you think.’’ he said, smiling at you. You returned the smile, then closed the entrance door behind you. And you went home, disappointed he didn’t stop you from doing so. 

    anonymous asked:

    Poly roadrat scenario where roadhog gets mad and yells at his s/o causing them to be scared of him, until junkrat and roadhog manage to calm them down?

    ((So not gonna lie, when I saw this at first I was like MAKO WOULD NEVER….but then I stopped to think about the fact that every single couple has that moment sometimes. Like, even the closest, most well meaning of couples can do something to hurt their s/o so I thank you for sending this anon! I also got two of these similar ask so I hope its alright!))

    “If you go out there you’re gonna get yourself killed”, you snapped, following Mako as he walked through your home. “Mako Rutledge stop ignoring me!”

    You could see the muscles in his shoulders and back tense as he paused for half a second before stalking towards the garage door, refusing to look back at you. An angry deep red mark marred the left side of your face, from under your eye to your chin, making your face hurt every time you narrowed your eyes at him. This is why he was going to get himself killed, trying to get vengeance for you.

    You had joined a caravan to the border cities, reassuring both Junkers that you would be fine and that you had taken this trip more times than you could count. They were wanted in the town, they had robbed every establishment there at least once and disguises definitely wouldn’t deceive anyone who was used to their silhouettes. You had a sweet, unassuming face that granted you invisibility but you still assured them that you would be fine, you had taken the trips more times than you could count. While hesitant, they saw you off on the repaired bus, threatening the guard, pressing a wad of cash into your hand and a blade into your bag. The trip into town had gone off without a hitch. It was the return trip that had gone awry.

    Your bag had been filled with water purifying tablets, bottled water, antibiotics, painkillers, and a ton of CR5M packs. You had even managed to score a bottle of hot sauce that you knew the both of them would absolutely love. You had spent a pretty chunk of change but this could last you a bit longer than fire roasted lizard or ‘roo, plus they tasted way better. You had almost fallen out of your seat when the bus slammed on its brakes. You shot up in your seat, eyes staring through the dusty bus window and cursing softly. Mad Dog’s gang had surrounded the caravan.

    The Junker focused on stealing from the weak; young children, elderly, injured, with sugarcoated manners in lieu of outright violence. Still, he did not take no for an answer and his large gang could be quite troublesome when trying to attack them head on. Everyone had their run-ins with them, most made it out alive if not a little scuffed up. Jamison and Mako weren’t an exception to that rule, the gang fighting the Junker’s firepower with their manpower.

    You chewed hard at your bottom lip as the bus filled with nervous chatter, crying and yelling. Pulling out a few of your items, you laid the next to you in the chair before taking your bag and pushing it under the seat of the bus. You shoved the armband through your seat, knotting the band several time until it was nearly a ball, holding the bag off of the floor and effectively hiding it. You had pressed your back against the seat, pulling the items into your lap and gulping nervously. Several of the thugs moved quickly through the bus, pocketing items from each aisle, hitting a few people to show that they meant business. You had been one of those people, the men laughing as they pocketed the few bottles of water and the bottle of water purifying tablets. You had turned from them, holding your face as if it hurt and praying they just kept moving, which luckily for you, they did. Eventually the Junkers had let the bus go, your massaging your cheek and pride but glad you still had most of your loot.

    Roadhog had known there was something wrong instantly, your hair tugged into your face as you jumped off the bus, your eyes focused on the ground. Junkrat had skipped over to you, pulling you into a quick hug before tugging the bag over your head. That knocked back your hair, showing off the bruise that you had been given. This is how you had ended back in the small house you had on the edge of Junkertown. You and Mako had been going back and forth as soon as you saw him go to grab his scrap metal bag. Junkrat flitted around the room, unsure as he looked between the both of you. The youngest in your triad was just as mad as Mako, he still was, but as soon as the two of you started arguing he was startled. He was the impulsive one who wore his emotions on his sleeve, who could yell and yell but be quelled easily by either one of you. Mako and you were more controlled; Mako’s nonchalance complimented by your laid back, supportive nature. When both of you had reached your boiling points, though, it wasn’t pretty.


    Mako froze, turning slowly to look at you, you both staring each other down intensely. You had stopped using that name when you had finally learned his real one, saying you preferred the real man to the legend. If you were using it, it was doing it as a way to grab his attention, to let him know that the man may have pushed much too far. You kept your eyes on him as you moved in front of the door, planting yourself there and crossing your arms as you looked at him. Your stance was challenging, a side that you normally never took, especially with them. You were passive, relaxed and laid-back. But you would be damned if you would let them run into danger needlessly for you.

    “We have the supplies”, you started, steeling yourself as Mako turned to look at you, rolling his shoulders so he stood at full height. You gulped, licking your lips and continuing to stare up at the mountain of a man. You didn’t like this feeling; a creeping anxiousness made the hair stand on the back of your neck. “I got most of everything. This doesn’t matter, okay? You go after them and it’s gonna turn into a war. We have food and water and medicine, this will go away. It’s not worth it.”

    You pointed at your face for emphasis and you wished that Mako didn’t have his mask on because you could see his shoulder twitch, his hand flinching as if he might reach out for you before curling into fists. You gulped slowly but didn’t move from in front of the door, your own hands squeezing into tight fists to steel yourself. Messing with you was like a direct attack against Roadhog and Junkrat; they had killed those who had hurt you before and you knew they’d do it again. But fighting an entire gang without any planning? That was borderline suicidal. Mako huffed once, twice before he glared down at you.


    “Wha–”, you blinked several times before your brow furrowed. Why was he being so goddamned stubborn?! Shaking your head hard you grit your teeth. “No. I’m not moving. You can’t go!”

    “I said move”, he snarled at you, taking a half step closer to you, your body instinctively taking a half step back until your foot ran into the door. “Now!”

    You jumped at his first yell and froze at the second, trying hard to swallow the lump that instantly formed in your throat. Startled tears welled up in your eyes as you stared at him, your other foot taking a step back until you were completely pressed against the door. You could hear the sound of your heart thundering in your ears as neither one of you moved, a subtle quiver in your body starting up from your hands. The agitated tension and posturing that had been in Mako’s body fell away as he stared down at you, the man silently cursing himself.


    You involuntarily flinched, twisting your head away and closing your eyes, tear
    s spilling down your cheeks. Yelling absolutely terrified you; it made you anxious, tearful, and scared you for reason that you didn’t quite understand. It had taken you time to get used to the loudness of Jamie and to control your reactions when out in the bush. But Mako’s yelling, especially off of the battlefield and directed towards you, set off every flight response in your body. One of your fists lifted and pressed hard against your lips, shushing the sob that threatened to spill out.

    “Ey ey ey Darl…”

    You flinched again as you felt two hands settle on your shoulder, one cool and metal and one overly warm. Your eyes peeked opened to look at Jamison, the skinny Junker carefully easing closer to you and in between Roadhog. Your vision was blurry and still clouded with tears as his hands carefully lifted up to your face, pushing the tears that rolled down your cheeks away with your thumbs. He was shooshing at you softly, stroking your cheeks and talking in those soft, hushed tones, all things he had learned to do to calm you down. He tried to edge you away from the door, but you shook your head hard, looking up at Mako before dropping your eyes again. You couldn’t put into words why you were stuck to the floor but you didn’t want to move because if you did…he might leave.

    Shame burned in your cheek, your mind mentally chastising you for acting this way when you knew everything was fine. That you were fine. That Mako would never do anything to hurt you and feeling scared was absolutely ridiculous. But your mind was overriding your conscious thought, your head drooping as you tried to listen to Jamie and calm yourself down,your hands rubbing your arms as you tried to forcibly soothe your anxiety away. Jamie had slowly moved his arms around you, gingerly pulling you to the floor and wrapping his arms around you as he rubbed your lower back carefully.


    “Don’t go please…”

    Your voice was quivering, your eyes only jumping up when you heard the sound of Mako’s scrap metal bag touch the floor. He was sitting on the floor now, his body close to Jamison’s but not quite touching as of yet. Your eyes stayed on him timidly, watching as he pushed his mask up and off of his face, placing it to the side of him. His eyes were apologetic yet unsure, like he still hadn’t decided on what would be the right course of action to take. He reached his hand out, his large one gingerly taking yours and squeezing. When you didn’t twitch or pull away, he pulled both you and Jamison into his area, hugging tight.

    “I won't”, he answered, the hand holding yours drawing slow circles on the back. His hand came up and smoothed down your hair, your face turning into his touch and you hiccuped, tears starting up again. “‘M sorry tahu.”

    You sniffed, one of your hands holding on tight to Jamie’s, the other holding Mako’s hand to your face. You nodded your head as if to say you were okay, overwhelmed but okay and that you were thankful for both of them comforting you.

    “Thank ya…”

    harryharryxxniallniallxxx  asked:

    backstage at a concert with louis??

    You were kinda of unwell to be here backstage. You felt like you were gonna throw up. But it was the first day of Louis’ solo tour. You wanted to be there and be supportive, no matter how disgusting you felt.

    While he was on stage you were laying in his dressing room watching the TV that showed the concert. You were trying not to be sick but it was getting difficult.

    “Come on,” you moaned softly. You didn’t want to be sick. You wanted to be supportive.

    Plus you hated throwing up.

    You did manage to smile as Louis grinned brightly and the camera men zoomed in on his pretty face. You got to see how happy he was and you had never felt prouder of him. But then your stomach twisted again and you couldn’t feel sicker. You ran to the bathroom across the hall and you leaned over the toilet puking your guts out.

    You sat there after you flushed and moaned quietly again. You could have died right then and you would be much happier than being this sick.

    Curling in a ball on the floor you felt more disgusting than you could have ever thought possible. Honestly, you felt pathetic and stupid and you wanted to go home. Being supportive meant a lot to you and Louis but you were in a lot of agony as you tried to calm your breathing.

    Thankfully, you had the boys’ phone numbers and you knew at least one of them was coming to the tour opener. Anyone here? You sent to the four of them.

    What’s the matter babe? Harry asked immediately.

    I need water and some gum. You responded before you puked your guts out again.

    Now you were shaking, getting sleepy, and you felt like you were sweating but you were busy passing out.


    You’re not sure how long you were out but Harry was hovering over you when you came too. “Oh good,” he smirked. “Another five minutes and I would have had to call an ambulance.”

    You glared at him weakly and you took the water from him immediately and managed to chew your gum three times before you felt too tired again. “How’s he doing?” You wondered.

    “Amazing, love,” he said simply. “Don’t worry though. There’s plenty of other shows.”

    Grumbling, you sipped some more water. Sighing you rested your arm and then face on the toilet. You could hear the screams and the happiness coming from the audience. You wanted to be out there but you were in too much pain.

    You heaved again and you were unsure how there was anything left to throw up. Harry rubbed your back pulling your hair into a pony tail. And when you finished, you sipped a bit more of water to rinse your mouth out and promptly passed out.


    “She’s been sick the whole time?” Louis asked and you felt a gentle hand push your hair behind your ear and stroke your cheek. “Why didn’t she just leave?”

    “I don’t think she wanted to miss your show,” Harry said softly. Louis sighed and he rubbed your shoulder gently.

    “Love,” he hummed softly. “C’mon now, we’ll head home and get you better, yeah?” He kissed your temple as he slowly lifted you into a sitting position.

    You looked up drearily and could only imagine how disgusting you looked. “You did amazing,” you murmured exhaustedly.

    “Thank you, darling,” he said and he looked at Harry for help to scoop you off the floor without jostling your stomach much. You could smell vomit and you imagined it was dried in your hair and you wanted to kill yourself for being so gross. You moaned. “Alright, home we go,” he said cradling you in his arms.


    You threw up two more times that night and Louis took all your clothes off and his so that he could rinse you off and hold you up. He brushed your hair smooth and didn’t pull it at all because he had so much practice with his sisters. He pulled it back loosely just as a precaution and helped you get into sweats and one of his loosest shirts. After he had you brush your teeth, he kissed the center of your forehead and placed you into bed. “Thank you for being so brave while I was on stage. You made this night so easy. I’m so in love with you.”

    And here you thought you hadn’t done anything. “Congrats Lou, I love you,” you murmured before falling asleep immediately.

    Louis chuckled, settled himself in beside you and kissed your cheek. He greatly appreciated you at all times but for you to not complain on his big night and for you to endure the entire concert—even if it was from the bathroom—well, Louis could not adore his sleeping beauty more if he could try.

    Reflections (part 2)

    A/N: Alright so I couldn’t think of who would be a good right hand man for Lafayette, so I just made up a character because I needed a secretary/Mushu character. Also, I’m going to alter history a bit(or, a lot) to work for the story. Sorry!

    Blog tags(if you want to be tagged to get a notification for the next(maybe final? idk) chapter just message me!): @neaeri , @superwholockbooknerd526,@jantales

    Word count: 3925

    The laps were pure torture. You didn’t realize just how out of shape you were until you made your last round back to the tents, nearly collapsing at the passing. Lafayette just spectated, watching from his own tent with his feet up and eating grapes as if he were king. You would punch him, if he were not your commanding officer.

    You were panting, leaned over with your hands on your knees, sweat dripping down your face, and your stomach rolling. No one else seemed to be in such awful shape, but then again, no one else was a noblewoman. Your eyes looked up to your captain, glaring daggers as a smirk slid across his lips. You stood up, tall and proud as if the last laps had not happened. You could vomit later. He stood up, setting the vine down and walking over, hands hooked behind his back. As response, you gave him a sloppy salute. He chuckled, patronizing your presence.

    “Tell me, enfant. Why did you even come?” He cocked a brow, and your blood began to boil.

    “My name isn’t enfant, sir, it’s-” you hissed out, before cutting yourself off. You couldn’t give your real name, it’d be a dead giveaway of your sex. “William, sir.” You said the name slow and careful, as if trying to remember if the name was called. He scoffed again, making your anger rise.

    “Let me see your credentials, William.” The way he said your name cause a chill to crawl up your spine, and you couldn’t tell if it was a sensual chill or an irritated one. You handed him your envelope, and he pulled out the letter, his brow narrowing. “Y/F/N Y/L/N?” He asked, looking to you and cocking a brow. You heard steps come up behind you, and a chuckle.

    “I didn’t know he had a son.” You gulped hard, digging your nails into your skin. He doesn’t have a son, only you. You turn behind you and see a man come up to Lafayette, a man you saw stand next to him earlier. He seemed like a secretary of sorts. His tag read “Johnson”.

    “Well, sir, he doesn’t talk about me that much.” You looked to the man beside your captain, looking over his shoulder and down at the letter. He was lean, maybe twice as old as you, and not nearly as handsome as the obnoxious man reading the letter given to your father.

    “I can see why.” He spat out, pushing the letter back into your chest. You grabbed it, wide eyed and angered as he disrespected you. You gulped softly, lost for words as he began to walk away. He had made up his mind about you. You knew you’d prove him wrong.

    Nothing else happened the rest of the night, dinner was uneventful despite the glares that were cast your way from around the tent. It was demeaning, and the food was less than appetizing, but with the way the day had gone, you were starved.

    It wasn’t until you had escaped to your tent that you were able to relax. You released your concealed breasts, noticing a bit of bruising along the edge. Nothing you weren’t used to, considering the corsets. You let out a sigh, laying on the ground and staring at the long point of your tent. Distant voices were heard, but since you had set up your tent so far away, you couldn’t understand anything. It was easier this way, in case they did a random check, you wouldn’t be able to hide your deadly secret.

    The floor was cold, and you missed your bed. More importantly, you missed your family, but that was the reason why you were here. This was hard, but it would be harder than getting a letter telling you that your father had died. That thought alone was enough to make you stay, and you accepted that. You hadn’t realized how tired your day was until you were incapable of keeping your eyes open.

    A trumpet disrupted your slumber, distant, but definitely obnoxious enough to startle you awake. Still, darkness surrounded you, before dawn. Did people really get up this early just to train? You thought. An annoyed groan passed through your lips as you stood up, forcing the bandage around you before anything else. Your vision was blurry with fatigue, and you weren’t sure if you were putting on your uniform quite right. However, that didn’t matter, if you didn’t leave now you were in for an earful from an annoying Frenchman. You parted the tent, hair dangling loosely from your messy ponytail as you look out at the barely lit field. The men were already in line. Your eyes widened in frustration as swears passed through your lips. How could men get ready so quickly.

    You stumbled down the hill, finishing tying up your boot as you did so, shuffling behind a few men and coming into the commander talking mid sentence. Unlike the rest of the shoulders, his shirt was off, showing off every tanned, toned muscle that he had. A gulp lodged in your throat as you collected yourself and stood in line. If you were lucky, he might not have seen you come down.

    “- for the day.” He turned his body to look to the end of the line. “Thank you for joining us, L/N. I hope your beauty sleep was worth it.” Unfortunately, you weren’t that lucky.

    “Sorry, sir…” you started, but chuckling beside you caused your to trail off and heat to touch your cheeks.

    “Alexander, thank you for volunteering for my next subject.” You looked towards the man who chuckled, a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips. He looked at Lafayette wide eyed, opening his mouth to coming up with an excuse, but shut it the second he realized it wouldn’t help. Instead, he just grumbled and moved towards the captain. Lafayette wrapped an arm around Hamilton, who looked less than happy to be a volunteer.

    “Laf, is this really-”

    “I want you to climb up that pole,” he gestured to a pole at least 30 feet tall and had quite a bit of girth as well, enough so that you couldn’t wrap your arms around it, “and retrieve the American flag. Do you understand?” He asked, cocking a brow, smirking down at him. Hamilton rolled his eyes and walked over to the pole. From the pale light now peaking over the mountains, you could see it was most likely a log, a blunt ending just above

    “Yeah, I can. And I’ll do it with my shirt on.” He chuckled, preparing to climb the intimidating pole.

    “Hold on, amie.” Lafayette cut Alexander’s movements off, and walked over to Johnson who was holding a box. “You didn’t think I was going to let it be that easy, did you?” He chuckled as Laurens’ shoulders fell.

    “No, of course not, cap’n,” he mocked, crossing his arms over his chest. You could tell that the two, as well as Laurens and Mulligan, were all friends and allies. If anyone else were to sass Lafayette, they’d get scolded. Instead, he walked over with two spheres in his hands, leather straps dangling down. Once he was beside Hamilton, he lifted one up and rested it in his hands, still holding on.

    La vaillance. Valor, courage.” He said, his accent thick and beautiful. He finally dropped his hands from Hamilton’s grasp, watching the large bronze disk drag him down. There was chuckling from the group. Once Alexander had regained his composure, Lafayette handed him the other disk. “Le puissance. Power, strength.” Again, Alexander nearly collapsed, and the irony caused more chuckles to erupt among the crowd. He stood up with a blush, sighing and looking to the pole, one disk for each arm.

    “Watch and learn boys!” Hamilton called out, cocky. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He lept on the pole, lacking grace, and tried to shuffle up. Without the weights, it would’ve been easy, but they began dragging him down, making it difficult to lift his arms above his head to grab further up. He began sliding down, until his butt hit the ground with a thud.

    This process continued, including you, it all ended with a thud on the ground and an inability to reach the top pole.

    But things weren’t always so equal.

    Training was beyond intense ou fell behind on running hikes, you had probably caught yourself in barbwire more times than you can count, and for someone who was fed a silver spoon her entire life, building up stamina proved difficult. The three men, Hamilton, Laurens, and Mulligan, continuously made your life difficult. Sometimes, your failure was their fault, other times, you were just inept.

    Lafayette condescended you. He repeatedly insulted the entire group, but you seemed to be his least favorite. He’d say you were hopeless, and there was no way to make you into a man. About a month had passed when his patience war thin, and you were sitting on a log, taking off your shoes to tend to your sore feet. His shadow loomed over you in the light of the pale of the moon, and his hand wrapped around your horse’s rein.

    “You aren’t suited for the rage of war. Pack and go home, before you get yourself killed. How could I make a man out of you?” He said, his face stone cold as he dropped the rope in your lap and walked away. Your shoulders fell as he said the harsh words, and for a brief moment, you knew he was right. Would it be easier to go home, to face your family after you betrayed them? Your home would be a prison, and a temple to mock by the neighbors since their daughter ran away and didn’t do anything when she returned.

    No, that wasn’t fair.

    You stood up, determination in your eyes. The stress of the day evaporated instantly as you looked at the unyielding pole, the flag flickering with the gentle wind. The disks sat at the bottom, people occasionally trying again and again, but never succeeding. You stood at the base of the pole, staring up the long shaft and grimacing. It was so tall, you shook your head and grabbed the disks, noticing that despite your failed efforts at training, the disks were still easier to lift. It gave you satisfaction to say the least.

    Again and again,  you climbed up the pole with your arms secured around it, but again and again, you never got passed ten feet before sliding back down to the cold ground, chilled by the night. You let out a hushed, aggravated sigh as you looked at the disks, the main reason for your failure. For a moment you just sat there in defeat, trying to think of an alternate way. Your father would say that the definition of insanity is doing the same exact thing over and over again, and expecting a different result.

    So, why not try something different?

    A smile slid across your lips as you stood up. “I’m thinking about this all wrong,” you mutter, lifting up the disks and looking at both of them. “They’re not an obstacle…” you swung the disks around the thick log, and they easily wrapped around each other and clanked as they settled. “They’re the solution.”

    Tugging on the ropes to make sure they were secure as you began to climb the pole, one foot at a time. It was rough, god it hurt every muscle in your body, but you were getting farther than you had the entire night. Mountains surrounded you, but you could feel the tickle of the sunlight peak up above the horizon. Did the bugle blow? You couldn’t tell, all you could hear was subtle ringing, and what sounded like cheering. You didn’t dare look down, you were so close to the top. All you had to do was sit, unhinge the flag, and you’d be done. You’d have proven yourself.

    As your thoughts raced, your foot slipped, causing your body to slam into the pole. Your grip tightened, making sure not to fall from this height despite the shaking in your hands and the white of your knuckles. You kept going, just five more feet. Beads of sweat had trickled down your neck just like so many other times this past month, but none were more satisfying than when you realized that you were now sitting on top of the log, looking down at the cheering men. Quickly, you grabbed the flag, waving it around.

    At that time, you saw Lafayette emerge from his tent, confused as to why his soldiers were causing such a commotion. You let the flag fall from your hands and fall onto his head before he could look up and see who retrieved it. The disks sat on your shoulder, and you have never felt prouder than when the Marquis himself smiled proudly up at you.

    It was that moment of confidence that allowed you to continue with ease. The group of boys were decent to you, in fact aided you in some cases. You grew stronger, faster, smarter. You even were able to take down Lafayette in one-on-one combat training. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good to kick him in the face. After the pole, he never disrespected you again.

    While all was well and good, nothing could beat swimming in the pond about a half a mile from camp. Just because you looked like a man didn’t mean you had to smell like one. It wasn’t too deep, maybe 7 feet, and it was heated from the blistering sun’s rays on the surface all day. It felt nice on the sore muscles. Your horse was there as a place to put your clothes, so you didn’t have to put it on the ground. He was tied to a tree as you dived into the water, revelling in the feeling of being clean. You let out a long sigh, feeling the freedom of your chest relax on the water. By now, your breasts had gotten used to the bruising, but it still felt good. Like taking off a corset after the end of a long day. This was utter bliss.

    Of course, that didn’t last long. Ripples disrupted your balance and your body collapsed into the water, looking up and seeing Lafayette’s secretary, Johnson, staring at you with a surprised look, before it relaxed. You were speechless, wide eyed, nervous.

    “I-I…” You stuttered out, your cheeks bright red and covering your chest, even though the murky water hid it. He of course, saw, since you were on the surface. He just held up a hand.

    “I know why your father never talked about his son, because he always boasted about his daughter.” He walked in further, causing you to shrink away. “I wouldn’t worry about it, I don’t exactly prefer women.” He scoffed, and that alone allowed you to relax. He was in the same boat as you, if the general found out, you’d both be hanged for joining the army. He wouldn’t tell because you wouldn’t.

    “When did you figure it out?” You asked, cocking a brow as you sat in a more shallow part of the pool.

    “The second you created an alias. I know everyone that comes in and out of the army, every noble and their immediate family.” He looked over at you calmly, washing himself. “The captain is clueless, don’t worry.” You nodded in response, rubbing your arms a bit to get rid of dirt.

    “Thank you…” You said, feeling better about the situation. He nodded, turning around and looking at the scenario.

    “You’re either brave, or stupid, Miss Y/N L/N.” he scoffed as you glared at him, shaking his head. “Either way, you better stay underwater, because I know there are a couple of things they’ll be bound to notice.” He gaze shifted to the trail as three men, three very specific men, stripped as they ran and jumped into the water. You felt yourself heat up as you swam to the center, using a lilypad to guard yourself from their gaze.

    “William!” Hamilton called out.

    “H-hey guys, how’s it going?” You asked, your voice deepening once more. Johnson just sat around idly, the boys didn’t even know it. “I was just washing up, but I’m clean now, and I’m going to go, bye bye.” You dipped behind the rock to hide.

    “Oh come on, don’t be shy!” he continued, watching Alexander swim over with Hercules. He draped his arm around you. Instantly, you sank away, swimming behind the rock.

    “We’re sorry bout the way we treated you, but we can chill now, right?” He asked, wiggling his brows and laughing as they waded over. “How about we start over. I’m John Laurens,” he shook your hand and afterwards you pulled away, smiling awkwardly as you ran right into a large form.

    “And I’m Hercules Mulligan.” He said, mimicking Laurens’ tone. An awkward laugh escapes your lips.

    “Hello, Hercules Mulligan.” you repeated, feeling heat return to your cheeks as you realized you were against a very, very naked man.

    “And I’m Alexander Hamilton, king of the rock.” You gaze looked up at the boulder you were hiding behind to find Alex standing tall and proud of what he had. You immediately looked down as Mulligan pulled away. “And there’s nothing you princesses can do about it.” You muttered a prayer as you made sure to keep your gaze overt. Laurens just laughed.

    “Oh yeah?” Laurens boasted, laughing and nudging you. “Well I think Will and I can take you down!” You gulped and swam away, looking to Johnson for help. He was holding back laughter and you wanted to smack him.

    “I really don’t want to take him anywhere.” You replied, gulping. Laurens began to swim after you.

    “What? But we have to fight!” You held up a finger as you kept moving away.

    “No, we don’t. We could just… close our eyes and… swim around!” You suggested, offering a smile as John grabbed your arm.

    “C’mon, don’t be such a-”

    “Snake!” Johnson shouted, stumbling out of the water in a beautiful dramatic display. While you knew what he was doing, the others didn’t, and began yelling like children and climbing on the rock. You took this opportunity to walk back on shore and grab your towel from your horse, wrapping it around you. You let out a sigh, rubbing your arms.

    “Boy… that was close.” You said, Johnson already having his clothes on.

    “You can say that again.” You offered a smile as thanks, gripping the towel tighter as you began to wring out your hair.

    “I never want to see a naked man ag-” Before you could finish speaking, what seemed like the rest of the camp came running past you, all men, all naked. You felt violated. Johnson, who has yet to give his first name, chuckled.

    “Come on, get dressed.” He said, using himself to let you do so as he watched the men, what seemed to be one specific man , swim around. You didn’t inquire, but found it charming that he had a crush. You slipped on your tunic and tights, wrapping the cloth more loosely since the tunic was blocky on your form anyways.

    “Thanks Johnson.” You said, tying your hair back.

    “Adam, you’re welcome.” He smiled back as you began moving down the path.

    The walk started out silent, a simple walk back to camp under the moonlight of the evening, you’ve been in similar position, except you were in ornate attire and the man walking with you was definitely straight. Adam cut the air with his sigh.

    “So, why’d you do it?” He asked, cocking a brow and looking at you. For a moment you hesitated, but decided you needed someone to confide in.

    “My father isn’t…. He’s sick. He was going to force himself out here and I can’t…” Your voice faded, but he didn’t need clarification.

    “That’s selfish, don’t you think?” You opened your mouth to argue, but no words came out. He was right. It was selfish of you to leave your family and worry about your wellbeing, but…

    “I have way more of a chance than he could, and that’s enough for me.” You concluded, raising your head up and seeing the tents. Adam chuckled.

    “Well, they may not be there physically, but you certainly have the balls to be a man.” You both laughed, and it made you realize that a month ago, you would’ve been repulsed by such a comment.

    “William,” you heard a French accent interrupt your laughter. You looked over to see Lafayette standing outside his tent with the flap open. His expression was stoic. You glanced at Adam briefly, before walking toward your captain. Adam mentioned he had patrol anyways. Lafayette held the flap open for you as you walked in.

    “Is something wrong, sir?” you inquired, looking at him with a furrowed brow.

    “On the contrary, I called you here because I wanted to formally, well, informally praise you.” The stoic expression broke as he shook your hand. It was warm, callused, large in comparison with yours. It caused your heart to skip a beat. A gulp lodged in your throat as he pulled away suddenly, only able to nod before swallowing.

    “Thank you sir, but I don’t understand.” You muttered, watching Lafayette sit at his desk. His smile remained as he watched you, scanning your features.

    “Well, enfant, I almost sent you home. In the matter of two week after, you became on of my top soldiers. I’m glad you’re stubborn.” He chuckled leaning back before standing up again, he seemed as though he was fidgeting, as though a thought was crossing his mind that he didn’t want. He let out a sigh, “I’m worried about the front lines,” he admitted. “General Washington said he’d write as soon as they reached camp, and that should’ve been two weeks ago. I have to wondered if maybe something happened or he’s given up on me, I-”

    “Pardon me, sir but that’s a load of crap.” You blurted, interrupting him. The comment shocked him, as well as yourself, but you continued. “If it weren’t for you, sir, I wouldn’t have had the ability to overcome my weakness and be the wo.. Person I am today.” You said, a soft smile touching your lips. “I couldn’t ask for a better captain.” He looked at, an expression that you couldn’t read crossing his sharp, handsome features. You’d add that he was also beautiful to look at, but that might not work out well. He took a couple steps toward you, opening his mouth to say something, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you watched his eyes in curiosity.

    “Captain!” Adam burst into the tent panting, and holding a letter. You were broken from your trance as both you and Lafayette looked at his secretary. “Urgent news from the general!” His expression returned to its stiff nature, grabbing the letter as his eyes glazed over it. He looked up to you, and then to Adam.

    “He wants us on the front lines,” He said, almost in shock. You felt your gut tighten in unwanted fear, but shoved it down as you looked at him and drew in a breath.

    “Well, looks like we’re going to war.” You said.

    starkroqers  asked:

    casual sam wilson appreciation that he's so ride or die that he's met natasha and steve officially for like an afternoon, but they turn up at his doorstep looking like shit, saying people are trying to kill them and sam is just like 'sure, come in, make yourself at home, use my shower, do you want a coffee? let's break into an airforce base together ¯\_(ツ)_/¯'

    honestly ^^^ he is just ,,, so good? such a good person? hes so dedicated to helping people?? gave up a regular live to help steve save the world p much ?? best character hands down. deserves better. needs to be appreciated.

    Please be careful when it comes to alcohol and especially if you’re only hanging out with people that are also drinking or a lot of people you don’t know. It can very easily go wrong and you can almost kill yourself by accident; so leave the liquor bottle at home and drink beer or wine instead. It’s not in anyway certain that nothing will happen if you do that, but there’s a greater chance you’ll simply pass out and won’t have to go to the hospital..

    A Little Too Late Part 25

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    Title: A Little Too Late Part 25

    Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Balthazar, Lucifer

    Word Count: 1,190

    Warnings: angst and a little fluff

    A/N: I used a Lucifer gif because this is MAINLY a Lucifer part! Now with Lucifer involved, are things gonna get more complicated for the reader? Will Lucifer do anything just to get close to the reader? ;) Are his intentions real? We’ll find out soon enough <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! I love you all so much!

    You can find the masterlist for this series HERE!

    Gabriel sat you down in a chair taking a seat in between Cas and Balthazar.  This felt like a lecture; you weren’t a fan of lectures either.  You rolled your eyes at the three angels as their eyes locked onto you.

    “Oh come on, just tell me,” you whined.  “Or do I have to ask Lucifer?”

    Their expressions became tense at the mention of Lucifer’s name.  It seemed that Lucifer was a weak spot for the angels.  You were going to make note of that for future use.  Gabriel ran a hand through his hair before he spoke, “I will make this short and sweet [Y/N].  There will be a great sacrifice made to save your life.  I’m not talking about a human or animal sacrifice either.  I mean someone is going to take a bullet for you.  Or something to that extent.”

    Keep reading

    Bargaining (Dean Winchester x Reader)

    Length: 532+ words

    Genre: Angst

    TW: Wee descriptions of injuries

    Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5

    “Where’s Y/N?” Dean asked, frowning when he didn’t see the familiar face.   

    “Oh she went to visit her siblings,” Lisa answered.   

    “She visit them often?” Dean asked, knowing that you didn’t have siblings.   

    “It depends. I just know she goes away for a couple of days maybe even weeks, but she always comes back.” Lisa smiled fondly, remembering how often you would tell her that you would come back to her.   

    Dean knew what you were doing, and he was beyond pissed. Once Lisa was in the shower, he called you a couple of times, and you rightfully ignored his calls. It wasn’t until you came back that he approached you in the middle of the night. 

    “You’re still fucking hunting?!” Dean growled.   

    “What’s it to you?” you shrugged off your jacket, wincing at your broken ribs, and gash. You usually wait a bit to heal before returning, but you didn’t want Dean to be suspicious, but he was always smarter than he looks.   

    “Hm, let’s see. You hunt solo, you answer doors without checking who it is, you don’t even have a gun near you, and you have no forms of protection in your fucking home- are you trying to get yourself killed?" 

    "Look, Dean. You may not be in this white-picket fence life long, but you can’t be doing all that without arousing suspicion. You do that, and you’re a walking target. It’s like associating yourself with a Winchester,” you spat.   

    He was about to say something else when you winced in pain, needing to stitch your wound before it gets any worse. “Let me help you." 

    "No.” You turned around, and went straight to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, and applying pressure while you grabbed your first-aid kit.   

    “You need help." 

    "No, I don’t."   

    Dean followed you to the bathroom where you sat on the counter, pouring 98% alcohol on your wound. He expected you to hiss in pain or wince, but you didn’t do anything. You stitched the wound without a sound, and wrapped your ribs tightly.   

    "You can go now,” you said monotonously.   

    “Y/N, you don’t have to hunt anymore." 

    "Stop pretending you care, Dean. Just leave me alone. Don’t talk to me unless Lisa’s there. It’ll be easier for the both of us,” you said tiredly, wanting to badly to just have everything end. It hurts too much to see Dean with Lisa, but you loved Lisa too much to leave.   

    “This can all end, Y/N.” Dean took a step towards you, realizing perhaps that this was just an illusion he was trying too hard to keep up with. “Just say the word, and I’ll get you out of here. I’ll get both of us out of here. We can go back to where we were before." 

    "That’s bullshit. Dean, you may not care about your happiness, but I do.” You turned on your heel, glaring at him. “I see how happy Lisa makes you, and I see how happy you make her. And if you think I’m going to let you ruin this, then you’re wrong. Stop sabotaging your own chances of happiness, Winchester. You may not get another chance.”