no it's not going to be alright you jerk


I managed to escape the tiny people for more than two seconds, so hold on to your butts.

There were quite a few recommendations for a “fake relationship” trope…so I SORT OF took that recommendation. Except, I kinda sorta did something with it that was likely NOT what you you were asking for, so hopefully, you’ll still enjoy. :)

Chapter 1

Barba stared at his phone as he walked off the elevator. He could hardly believe the day was only half over. It felt like he’d been up and running around for hours already.

Maybe if he’d stopped at the second glass of champagne last night, he wouldn’t still be dragging after his third cup of…

His thoughts were interrupted as he turned the corner, crashing into someone on the other side. His coffee cup fell to the ground, bursting open, drops splashing up against the cuff of his perfectly pressed and pristine slacks.

“Great,” he muttered.

“Sorry about that. I…”

Barba was still looking down at the sea of caffeine around him, stepping away before the offending liquid could somehow do further damage.

“Why doesn’t anyone watch where they’re going?”

The woman stepped back, eyes narrowing.

“Alright, then. Allow me to retract my apology.”

Barba was looking up now, just in time to see her hand rise to her hip.

“Excuse me?”

“The apology was a knee jerk reaction. But you’re right. You should have been watching where you were going, so I really don’t need to say I’m sorry. Good luck with your pants.”

Before Barba could respond, her heels clicked past him to the elevator, disappearing behind its doors.

Barba heaved a sigh as he turned for the restrooms, hoping to minimize the damage done.

As he leaned against the bathroom counter, blotting the final splotch, his phone trilled in his coat pocket.

    We have an update on the Lorenz case. Are you far?

Unfortunately, Im still in the building, he thought, before replying.

    Up in a few.

“Thanks, Fin. It’s just been a bit of a week.”

Fin threw an arm around her, giving her shoulder a tight squeeze. Her eyelashes fluttered, the rapid blinking a sure sign she was doing her best not to cry.

“You know I always got you, girl.”

She nodded, quickly wiping away even the start of tears before continuing.

“Oh, and I didn’t even tell you about the idiot I ran into downstairs. I mean, literally ran into. Staring at his phone, nearly doused me with his coffee, then had the nerve to act like it was my fault.”

“Yeah, well, people are idiots. You know that as well as anyone.”

“But in such increasing numbers.”

Fin smiled, happy to see her follow suit, but as the door to Lieutenant Benson’s office opened, Fin noticed the wrinkle forming across her forehead.

“Somethin’ wrong, Rey?”

Barba walked across the squad room, a file in hand, pausing in front of Fin’s desk as he caught her eye.

It was the woman from the lobby.

“Coffee spills,” she started, “as tragic as they seem, don’t qualify you as a Special Victim.”

“Your friend is hilarious, Tutuola.”

Fin looked back and forth between Reina and Barba and shook his head.

“THIS is the dude you ran into downstairs?”

“The very same. Lucky for me, I have somewhere to be.” Reina turned toward Fin and kissed his cheek. “Don’t be late tonight.”

Fin bit back a grin as he watched her walk toward the elevator, raising an eyebrow as he glanced back at Barba.

“I see you met Rey.”

“Not so much met as encountered. Friend of yours, I take it?”

Fin crossed his arms and cocked his head to one side. “Rey’s my girl. Why? You got somethin’ you wanna say about her?”

“She’s charming,” Barba deadpanned, looking at his watch. “And I have an appointment to get to, so as much as I’d love to hear how the universe brought you lovebirds together, I have to run.”

Fin’s face pulled together in momentary confusion, slowly melting into a smile when he realized Barba’s mistake.

“Don’t let me keep you, then, Counselor.”


“There’s a fresh pot of coffee on and your three o’ clock is waiting in your office.”

“Thanks, Carmen. Have they been in there long?”

“No. When you texted you were five minutes out, I went ahead and got her settled.”

It was barely after three, but Barba hated being late. He took a breath before entering the office, apologies at the ready.

“Ms. King, sorry to keep you waiting…”

His words drifted as she stood, turning to meet him.

It was her. The woman from the lobby. Fin’s “girl”.

QUESTION: Here’s your chance to participate. Reina is his 3 o’ clock appointment - is she:

A) An expert witness
B) Opposing Counsel 
C) let @ohbelieveyoume decide

We’ll let @ohbelieveyoume set the clock on your votes. 

I’ll Be Your Last *smut*- Finn Shelby

Request// Hi if ur taking requests can u write a Finn x reader where the reader is a bit older then him and he wants her to be his first? Could u make it fluffy and smutty?

*Does anyone offer a course on writing good smut? I may need to look into that.. Also cant seem to find any gifs where our boy Finn doesn’t look in distress! xoxox*


You could smell the Tokyo in his system and taste the liquor on his lips. Being skin to skin with Finn Shelby in his room was not what you expected to come from your first meeting two months back.

Honestly, you didn’t expect anything from the witty banter that passed between you after your friends dared you to get one of the Blinders across the club to buy you a drink. They knew full well that while you had a thing for bad boys, you were trying to stop yourself before your father got wind of your activities and sent you to a convent. With a little booze already in your system though, the dare became not so audacious at all. As you walked over to the mischievous lot, you scoped them out and found yourself drawn to the one with strawberry blonde hair, having his fun but more tame than the others.

You quickly sat in the booth next to him, the other boys not yet taking notice as he had. “What does it take for a girl to get a drink from a boy like you,” you inquired with a lazy smile.

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In Need

It took four knocks, the last one slightly more aggressive than the others, before Thomas opened the door. He had a few days’ worth of stubble and a wearied look in his eyes. Even so, his expression brightened when seeing Guy-Man.


“Hey…” Guy-Man closely scrutinized his friend. He looked exhausted, in more ways than one. His shoulders drooped, his face was pallid, he was wearing an obviously unwashed shirt… Sure, he was smiling, but there was something lifeless about it. “I haven’t heard from you in two days, so I thought I’d check up on you.”

“Oh, well… I’m doing fine, thanks,” Thomas said, his voice dishonestly chipper. He leaned against the doorframe, shrugging in a manner that was too upbeat. “But you didn’t have to come all the way here… You could’ve just called me.”

“I did. Twice. Couldn’t get through.”

“Oh, I guess… the battery might be dead. I haven’t charged it in a while. Sorry.”

Thomas shrugged again. Guy-Man nodded, eyes narrowed.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

Thomas’ smile stagnated. He cleared his throat, uneasy.

“It’s a bit messy-”

“I don’t mind.”

Thomas’ gaze drifted from the ground, to Guy-Man, to over his shoulder and into the apartment. Finally, after a solid minute of hesitating, he let Guy-Man in. The place was messier than usual, but still not enough to be classified as an actual mess - at least not according to Guy-Man. Nevertheless, the clumps of dust in the corners and unwashed dishes in the sink were quite an eye-catcher.

“So, what’ve you been up to?” Guy-Man asked while nonchalantly perusing a bundle of clothes lying on the sofa.

“I’ve been busy… working…” Thomas said fleetingly.

Guy-Man hummed. “Anything else?”


Guy-Man glanced at Thomas, who still wore that buoyant smile that only covered half his face. He sighed.

“Look, I came to see if you’re okay.”

Thomas raised a confused brow, before chuckling. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Guy-Man frowned. “Really?”

“Yes?” Thomas sounded uncertain. As Guy-Man’s skeptical stare remained, he made a frustrated noise. “I-I don’t know what you want me to say!”

“I want you to tell me the truth.”

“I am telling you-”

“Thomas, I can tell something is wrong-”

Then why bother asking?

Guy-Man almost flinched at the sudden vitriol in Thomas’ words. Scowling, Thomas spun around and began marching towards his bedroom. Guy-Man dashed after him, grabbing his arm to make him halt.

“You can talk to me. About everything. If there’s anything you need-”

Thomas violently jerked his arm back, shoving Guy-Man off with a black glower.

“Alright, you want to know what I need?” he spat. “I need to be alone! I need to gather my thoughts in peace! I need someone who doesn’t second-guess every damn thing I say, someone who respects my privacy, someone who… Who can tell me what to do because I have no idea what’s going on or… why I’m… I’m…”

Slowly, his tirade lost its fervor. The fury drained from his face, from his entire body, and was replaced with despair. His breaths became shallow, and his eyes gained a sudden glossiness. He trailed off, forlornly staring at his hands.

Minutes passed. Thomas said nothing. Guy-Man said nothing. At last, Thomas raised his head, the sheen in his gaze seeming to have increased.

“I think… I think I need a hug,” he said, voice feeble.

Not wasting a single second, Guy-Man swathed his arms around Thomas’ neck, pulling him into a warm embrace. He felt Thomas’ grip around him, clutching so tightly he began having trouble breathing. Using his most soothing touch, he gently patted his friend’s back, while Thomas buried his face in the crook of Guy-Man’s neck and sighed into his jacket.


Requested by @keitothekraken <33333

  • ❝ Uh, do whatever you want, I'm super dead! ❞
  • ❝ You have a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important. ❞
  • ❝ Ring ring, hello? Oh, hold on, it's for you - it's second place. ❞
  • ❝ You know that I ain't bragging. ❞
  • ❝ I'm reading this from Wikipedia, so it has to be true. ❞
  • ❝ Let's hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin' the pot. ❞
  • ❝ I bet I've got til lunch at least before everyone sees I'm a spaz! ❞
  • ❝ I'm not very hungry - just gimme a double Polar Burger with everything and a cherry soda with chocolate ice cream. ❞
  • ❝ Missed your midterms and flunked shampoo! ❞
  • ❝ Hey turn around, bend over, I'll show you where my shoe fits. ❞
  • ❝ Is that unfair? -- Oh wait, I don't care. ❞
  • ❝ The truth is that you're such a dork, you kinda make it cool. ❞
  • ❝ We got more balls than the team we cheer for! ❞
  • ❝ Miss Goody Two Shoes makes me wanna barf. ❞
  • ❝ Even mocking cheerleaders cannot hide the emptiness in my soul. ❞
  • ❝ They're dogs! No! Lower than that, they're fleas on dogs! ❞
  • ❝ I'm a trust fund baby, you can trust me. ❞
  • ❝ The dinosaurs choked on the dust, they died because God said they must. ❞
  • ❝ Happy kitties, sleepy puppies, tiny duckies, sparkly ponies... ❞
  • ❝ My teen angst bullshit has a body count. ❞
  • ❝ Give my love to the leprechauns. ❞
  • ❝ I thought you were a spoiled, rich, uptight little white bitch now I think you're just white. ❞
  • ❝ I am tired of living alone with my cat! ❞
  • ❝ You drink a lot of Red Bull, don't you? ❞
  • ❝ If I get blood on the carpet my mother will kill me. ❞
  • ❝ Some say that I'm a pompous creep - somehow I don't lose that much sleep. ❞
  • ❝ Such a blunder. Sometimes it makes me wonder why I even bring the thunder. ❞
  • ❝ Shakin' at the high school hop. ❞
  • ❝ I've got lots of experience with not fitting in. Do you need some pointers? ❞
  • ❝ Ugh. You've got a left hand, use it. ❞
  • ❝ Showing up here took some guts, time to rip 'em out. ❞
  • ❝ Keep that pelvis far from me! ❞
  • ❝ Thanks, but I don't need voices in my head today. ❞
  • ❝ You don't wanna hear all the horny details. ❞
  • ❝ I gotta go get my asthma spray... ❞
  • ❝ Your perfume smells like your daddy's got money. ❞
  • ❝ Does your mommy know you eat all this crap? ❞
  • ❝ Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply. ❞
  • ❝ Language, honey child, please. ❞
  • ❝ Like a beautiful blonde pineapple. ❞
  • ❝ I don't rat my hair! ❞
  • ❝ My dog speaks more eloquently than thee. ❞
  • ❝ Damn, you're in worse shape than the national debt is in. ❞
  • ❝ You're my last meal on death row. ❞
  • ❝ I've got a big butt, well so what? It's good as any other! ❞
  • ❝ I led a protest march against insensitive cartoons! ❞
  • ❝ Some people are SO touchy. ❞
  • ❝ Mama gave birth to the hand-jive. ❞
  • ❝ It's hot in here and kinda smells like someone wet the bed... ❞
  • ❝ Oh... I wanted to answer the puppy question? ❞
  • ❝ You're absolutely right - should have shot him in the mouth, that would've shut him up. ❞
  • ❝ I haven't slept since 1992. ❞
  • ❝ Malum in se is an action evil in itself. Assault, murder, white shoes after labor day. ❞
  • ❝ You need a cite a more specific grievance. Here's an itemized list of all these years of diagreements. ❞
  • ❝ Donate my car to crippled kids, or to those ghetto moms on crack. ❞
  • ❝ I'm, like, gonna cry - I got tears comin' outta my nose! ❞
  • ❝ Keep your filthy paws off of my silky drawers. ❞
  • ❝ Color me stoked. ❞
  • ❝ Yo, who the f is this? ❞
  • ❝ You've got the best friggin shoes! ❞
  • ❝ Keep it positive as you slap her to the floor! ❞
  • ❝ Come on! Let's go krunkin' in the parking lot! ❞
  • ❝ I've come of age to be a raging castrating bitch! ❞
  • ❝ I'll be Socrates throwing verbal rocks at these mediocrities. ❞
  • ❝ Really stick it to the phallocentric war machine! ❞
  • ❝ Must we all descend into madness? ❞
  • ❝ It's a work of genius. I couldn't undo it if I tried.... and I tried. ❞
  • ❝ Dear God... it's scented. ❞
  • ❝ Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. ❞
  • ❝ So go on, here's my head, just hit it with a rock. ❞
  • ❝ I want a devil in skin tight leather. ❞
  • ❝ You've come so far why now are you pulling on my dick? ❞
  • ❝ You know, for a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure. ❞
  • ❝ You ain't never caught a rabbit. ❞
  • ❝ Honestly, it's kind of draining... ❞
  • ❝ I just did what you wished you could but you don't have the balls. ❞
  • ❝ I'm dazzling! Magnificent! I am the one percent! ❞
  • ❝ Now what I'm going to say may seem indelicate... ❞
  • ❝ I'm gonna French kiss with tongue like I dreamed I'd do - and not just with my pillow! ❞
  • ❝ It's like hearing a ticking sound coming from unmarked packages! ❞
  • ❝ Someone's had their morning coffee... ❞
  • ❝ We're what killed the dinosaurs! ❞
  • ❝ I don't know what you heard, but whatever it is, they started it. ❞
  • ❝ Fine, okay, I'm gay! ❞
  • ❝ You can set my bones and I know CPR. ❞
  • ❝ Immigrants - we get the job done. ❞
  • ❝ Man. What rich, romantic planet are you from? ❞
  • ❝ Whaaaaaaat. ❞
  • ❝ What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending. ❞
  • ❝ Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. ❞
  • ❝ Awesome... wow. ❞
  • ❝ I'm bigger than John Lennon! ❞
  • ❝ I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ❞
  • ❝ If you're going for mediocre, you've done great! ❞
  • ❝ Alright, we can't break out of here, but we sure can break a sweat! ❞
  • ❝ Gotta be going to that malt shop in the sky. ❞
  • ❝ It's got groove! It's got meaning! ❞
  • ❝ When I fight I make the other side panicky! ❞
  • ❝ That is a metro hetero jerk! ❞
  • ❝ Love is like forever this is no time to economize! ❞
  • ❝ Their thinkin' is stinkin' and a little outdated. ❞
  • ❝ I'm probably too cool for you, so friend request denied. ❞
  • ❝ You're on Jiffy Pop detail. ❞
  • ❝ I don't have to always be right - when I'm with you, I just am. ❞
  • ❝ I'm raisin' hell and I'm a felon in a four foot frame. ❞
  • ❝ Guys who wear that get beat up on my street. ❞
  • ❝ It's like making love to you all night, NO WAIT! It feels so much better! ❞
  • ❝ No sleep for you, better chug that Mountain Dew. ❞
  • ❝ All I got was a running nose and Asiatic flu. ❞
  • ❝ You ain't no friend of mine. ❞
  • ❝ We have fought on like, seventy-five different fronts. ❞
  • ❝ I'm not freaking out, I'm really okay, I'm totally chill. ❞
  • ❝ If your Irish boy tires of you, you're allowed to shoot him in the knees. ❞
  • ❝ You ever see somebody ruin their own life? ❞
  • ❝ The more you jump around and scream, the sexier you seem. ❞
  • ❝ Peachy keen, jellybean. ❞
  • ❝ Both your hair and shoes are flat. ❞
  • ❝ Lookin' hot, Cream of Mushroom! ❞
Imagine just as McCree loses his arm
  • McCree: *in shock and just stuttering and crying*
  • Reaper: *holding McCree* Hang on, Jesse! It's going to be alright!
  • Mercy: *beginning to bandage his wound* Hold still, we'll get you help immediately!
  • McCree: Th...That...
  • Reaper: Yes? What, what is it?
  • McCree: *begins sobbing* THAT WAS THE ONLY ARM I JERKED OFF WITH!
  • Reaper: *drops him and walks away*

anonymous asked:

Could you write a bit more with the Sith!QG verse please? Baby-Wan either taken back by the Jedi and the Sith want their tiny Jedi back!

Obi-Wan didn’t understand.

Qui-Gon had lied to him?

He was suppose to be a adult and this man was his former padawan?

Obi-Wan was scared, he wanted to go back home and told the man as much.

“We are going home Obi-Wan. To the temple.” The blond was smiling gently at him but the temple wasn’t home. Not anymore. Home was with Master Qui-Gon and Maul and Ventress and grandpa Yan.

The blond looked lost and looked to the other Jedi, a togruta who looked just as lost as he did.

“How about I show you where to get some food Obi-Wan?” She suddenly perked up and offered her hand to him, beaming as much as she could. The redhead stared at her hand before reluctantly taking it and following.


He’s seen a lot of troopers, but they stare at him when they notice him though they pretend not to.

Obi-Wan doesn’t like it at all.

He’s taken to hiding out in the cabin they’ve given him, on the bed under the blanket, sniffling quietly under his breath. Ahsoka is nice but he wants to be back with the others. The redhead felt the ship come out of hyperspace and huddled more under his blanket. He didn’t like space travel, it felt…wrong, especially in hyperspace.

Little one?

He jerked in surprise. ’Master?!

Calm little one, its alright, its me. Are you alright little one?

Its cold in space.’ Obi-Wan replied, sniffling a bit more. ’I wanna go home.

‘I know little one, soon.’


'A clone trooper is going to come to your room little one. His name is Slick, follow him, do you understand me little one? His name is Slick.’

'Slick…alright master…master, I don’t like it here.’

'I know, you’ll be home soon little one.’

Obi-Wan sniffled hard then settled to wait, rubbing his eyes with his fists. 'C-Can I have icecream when I get back?’

'Any flavor you want little one. Count Dooku has even set up a nice bedroom for you and Maul has gotten you a new plushie, he won’t tell me what kind. Ventress even helped decorate, there’s little model ships floating around now.’

'That sounds nice…’

Obi-Wan focused on his conversation with his master and squeaked when the doors slid open, pulling his blanket of his head to look at the trooper standing there. “Come with me.”

The child hesitated. “…Slick?”

“Yes, we need to go now. The distraction in the mess will only last so long until we can get to the escape pods.” Obi-Wan shuffled of the bed and followed the trooper, latching onto his hand tightly. The man seemed surprised but let Obi-Wan cling to his hand.

'I’m going home…’

Lost Love in Time

Request- Could you do an imagine where the reader is thrown back in the past and Luci and Gabe (who had been fighting over her) have to figure out where she is before something happens

A/N- This was great to write! It got just a tiny bit angsty I think but it ended fluffy ish? I don’t know how to explain it haha Any who Tell me what to think!

Lucifer x Reader
Gabriel x Reader

Word Count- 1662

Gabriel and Lucifer having been stopping by more often than ever and on almost every occasion they get into an argument which only ends in them almost killing each other. It was a wonder, to you at the very least, why they hadn’t killed one another already. The answer was you. They held back from killing each other because they knew that, as much as they hated each other, if the other were to die, you would be devastated. It was for that reason alone, that they were both alive.

Today was something else though. They were more heated and rough with each other. Their hatred and the slightest hint of jealousy burned in their eyes. They were in your living room when it happened. You had gone to the kitchen just a few moments ago and it took them that little time to be at each other’s neck.

“You’ll only bring Y/N suffering!” Gabriel shouted at his brother.

Lucifer laughed sarcastically, “Oh and you’re so much better! You an archangel on the run! Please!” he shouted back.

“Better me than an outcast like you! You fought against dad because you didn’t like humans! News flash brother! Y/N is HUMAN!” Gabriel spat.

“Say that again!” Lucifer growled, holding Gabriel by his collar. Lucifer’s eyes began to glow, ready to destroy his brother at any moment.

Gabriel pulled away from Lucifer and readied himself to do just the same. “Don’t push me Lucifer,” he warned.

He laughed, “Gabriel- it’s you who shouldn’t push me,” he said.

“Guys I can’t find-” you start and found them about to attack. “Guys!!!” you shouted running over to stop them.

Just as you did was when they both decided to attack, both of which you stopped from hitting the other. Unfortunately you stopped them with your own body. You gasped from the pain before you hit the floor.

“Y/N!” they both shouted, kneeling to check on you. Though the moment they both tried to reach for you, you slowly faded away.

“Y-Y/N,” Gabriel muttered with a broken voice.

Lucifer tried grabbing the air where you had just been, hoping it was just an illusion, but no. It was very real. You weren’t there anymore. You were gone. The only thing that ever brought happiness, it was gone. You- disappeared all because of him. He took away his own happiness.

Gabriel was thinking the exact same thing. Gabriel, though he would never admit, would preferably see you here with Lucifer rather than gone before him- because of him.

Then Lucifer felt it. “Y/N… Y/N is not dead… just in a different era,” he said.

“What? Where?” Gabriel question, desperation not lost in his voice.

“I don’t know-” Lucifer said with a grimace.

“We’ll find Y/N,” Gabriel he said with confidence.

They looked at each other and silently agreed that together they would find you no matter the cost.


You could feel yourself barely breathing ever so slowly. Hear yourself struggle for more air. Your breath haggard and weak. You tried your best just to open your eyes, wanting to make sure they were still alive. You couldn’t hear them with the long constant ring in your ear, something you would only imagine happening in movies after someone had thrown a flash bang grenade. You had to open your eyes, at the very least, you had to make sure they were alive.

Your eyes were heavier than they have ever felt before. Then you noticed how the atmosphere around you was different than the one you feel when at home. The floor you were on felt cold and hard like concrete in the winter. You shivered and pried your eyes open, only to see that you were no longer in your home, but one the floor of a dark cold alley. At the end of the alley, the little light shown the streets. A horse pulling a carriage passed by, which in itself would have been strange, but another passed.

You groan as you tried to stand, feeling incredibly weak, yet somehow managing to lift yourself up. You did have to lean against the wall to stay standing. Slowly, you pushed yourself toward that light. It was the first step toward finding your best friends, Gabriel and Lucifer. That was the only thing in your mind.

The people that passed by you, stared at you strangely, what with your out of place clothing. Every woman you saw wore a dress while the men seemed to be wearing some form of a suit not to mention a moustache. No one was with a random t-shirt and jeans.

“Crap…” you muttered.

A man, unbeknownst to you, was creeping closer to you as you tried to think of a way to return to your own time. He grabbed a long piece of wood that was on the floor near you. He swung, knocking you unconscious, and caught you as you fell over. Just then a carriage stopped right in front of him. He smiled and threw you inside before getting in himself.

He and his partner, took you to their home. Where they tied you up in the basement and left you there.

“Excuse me Doctor, but why did you pick that one?” the partner, who was a young man, questioned.

“Oh Erik, you naive fool. Can’t you see what I see? This one… They are surely much different than the rest of them. A perfect specimen indeed. Perfect! Perfect!” the man who took you responded. He laughed.

The young man shrugged and looked from the door that led to the basement to the doctor who was still laughing with such an excitement in his eyes.

Hours later~

You woke up, no longer hearing the ring, nor were you feeling as weak as before. You’ve been in this sort of situation before, being tied to a chair that is, though you were used to much worse. Luckily only your arms were tied. You looked around for anything you could use to escape, but there was nothing. The basement was completely clean and void of any sharp object. Then you spotted a mirror hanging on the wall. You made your way over to it, using your leg to knock it off the wall. When it did, it came crashing down. You dropped yourself to the floor and grabbed a broken piece as best you could. You began cutting away at your restraint.

The Doctor came in just as you had one hand free. He was shocked at first but just ended up laughing. “Escape?” he chuckled, “Yes! YES! Perfect! You are perfect just as I suspected!” he said with glee.

“Erik! Fetch more rope. Our little specimen seems to have torn the one we gave them.” he shouted.

In no time, Erik came back with more rope. You desperately tried cutting the restraint on your other hand. Which you succeeded in doing by the time they walked over to you. You quickly stood up and took a fighting stance.

“Come any closer and I’ll stab this piece of mirror in your eyes,” you threaten.

The doctor laughed again and signaled Erik to take you on. He simply charged straight for you. You were not expecting that at all nor were you ready for it. He knock you down. The Doctor took this opportunity to stick a needle on your arm. Everything began to fade to black ‘Gab-riel… Luci-fer,’ you mumbled out before everything turned completely black.

At the same time~

“Did you find Y/N yet?” Gabe questioned as he transported himself from year to year.

“No but I’m getting close,” Lucifer answered. “I’m in the 1800’s. You check from 1860 onward and I’ll check 1820 till 1859. Got it?”

“Alright,” Gabriel responded, doing just as he said. They continue their search for you. “1896,” Gabriel said.

Lucifer appeared right after. “Y/N’s presence is strongest here.”

“Yeah and I pinpointed it to this town,” Gabriel informed.

‘Gab-riel… Luci-fer,’

Hearing your call the both flew to you. When they arrived, you were on a gurney and there was a doctor there ready to perform surgery.

“Care to explain what you’re doing?” Lucifer said.

The doctor jumped at the sound of Lucifer’s voice. “What? How did you two get in here?” the doctor shouted.

“Answer my brother. What the hell are you doing to Y/N?!” Gabriel shouted, glaring at the man.

The doctor all but laughed. He pushed the end of the syringe he had in hand, causing some of its liquid to fly out. “No matter how you came, you will not be leaving here alive,” he said.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and snapped his finger, which bursted the doctor into nothing but blood. Erik walked in in the moment and without a word ran back out. With that, both of the angels rushed to your side. Gabriel place two fingers on your head and healed you while Lucifer transported you all back to your house.

You jerked up when you awoke.

“Are you alright?” Gabriel questioned.

“What did they do to you? I’ll go back and kill him again,” Lucifer asked.

“Wh- No… I’m fine. The worst they did was hit me on the head and drug me,” you answered. You hugged them both “I’m glad you’re both okay,” you whispered to them. Then you pulled away and smack them both, “But if you ever fight again I’ll kill you both myself!” you lectured.

“Yeah- I don’t think we’ll be fighting,” Gabriel said.

“Not here in front of you,” Lucifer added as a whisper.

You sighed, “Well that’s a step forward I guess. But you can’t kill each other alright.” you say and they both nod more or less. “Thank you… for saving me.”

“It was Gabriel’s fault and we couldn’t just leave someone we love out in a different time,” Lucifer said with a shrug.

Gabriel nudged him with his elbow, “Some love you more than others,” he added with a smile.

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so me n jin was gonna go out to get soemthing to eat so i arrive at di dorm or w/e n im like bess fren or w/e n jin like hey…or w/e…..anyway so im like ummmm im not gone be able to make it im not feelin good but jungkook gone go wit you…n im like JIN U BASTARD U KNO IHATE HIM! n jin was like myia pls calm down its not a big deal u dont even have to talk to him just get ya food n go…matter of fact make him pay…..n i was like okay jin i like di way u think best fren tongue emoji… jungkook come out n i roll my eyes but he just CHEESIN n he was like alright lets go!! so he gone grab my wrist but i jerked it back cos i dont want roach germs ,,,,, anywy so we making our way to di place n he just got a lil pep in his step like dude was too happy n i was jsut giving him half assed replies di whole time anyway fast forward to when we was done eating n he was like im paying n i was like i know :) and he just smiling still and then bitch……this boi gone pull his wallet out n AINT OGT NO MONEY…so im staring at him and he mumbling shit under his breaf n im like…hey jk is there a problem n he was lke,,,,,,i paid jin to pretend to be sick and i think i gave him all my money,,, so im sitting there mouf wide open like U AINT GOT A CARD??? and he was like yeah but its not wit me…….bitch i got up n left like thats ur problem and then i had to cuss jin out omg

Just Talk to Me (Part 1)

Pairing: Peter Parker x (Female) Reader

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 1453

Summary: "I don’t think he loves me anymore.”  (This was supposed to be a drabble request that kind of has a mind of it’s own and is now a multi-chapter story…)

Notes: Sorry the title sucks, I almost went with “Love Forgives” but I couldn’t do it.

Part 2  Epilogue   Final Part

         The roof of your apartment building was a peaceful place that very few people came to this late, unless they were desperate for a smoke, but didn’t fancy the streets at night. You were lucky enough to have the place to yourself for a bit. Your picnic quilt was spread out on the ground, pillow behind your back, creating a comfortable little nest as you looked up at the night sky. Light pollution hid most of the stars from your view, but a few peaked through, enough to remind you that the universe was absolutely gigantic, and you were just a tiny little spec in it, and that ultimately the pain you currently felt in your chest would not matter, that the universe would get over it, and you should get over it. So why does it still feel like the world is crumbling around me?

        You had been trying not to cry. Coached yourself to keep a straight face at school when your best friend avoided you, ignored you, at home when he didn’t respond to your texts or answer your calls, in the hallway outside of his apartment when his aunt told you that he wasn’t home. Come on, Y/N, crying doesn’t do you any good. It just makes you splotchy, and you can’t breathe, and you get a headache, and then people hear you and ask questions and tell you that everything will be okay. And what do they know? They don’t know how this feels. Who are they to tell me that everything is okay, and I should cheer up?

        Tears slipped from your eyes as your brain carried on with its angry monologue. And now I’m crying. Great. I’ll have to go back inside and answer those stupid questions, and convince Mom and Dad that I’m perfectly fine when I’m not. I’m not alright. Why can he - how can he do this? I thought he was my friend, that we would always be -  “I was so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

        “What did you do that was so stupid?”

        You let out a little yelp and jerked upright, heart pounding as you looked around for the voice. Looking behind the closed off chimney you had been using as a backrest, you saw Spider-man, leaning against it casually, as though he was meant to be there.

        “What are you - you - you’re?”

        “Hi, I’m Spider-man. Nice to meet you…?”


        “Y/N. Lovely name. So, I was just swinging around, and I heard crying, and that’s usually a sign that something bad is happening.”

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sailorpenguin  asked:

for the prompt meme, 22 and 50?

22. “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”

Shiro knew Allura was strong. Emotionally, mentally―physically. She could lift him, and any paladin or Galra soldier with ease. She was the strongest person he knew. 

He just hadn’t been sure until now how much her strength waned when she was tired, and stars above, she looked exhausted, deep bags under her eyes. Her bun was a little messier than usual, and there wasn’t any of the usual light in her eyes. The fight against the Galra had taken a hard turn recently, and a few planets had been lost. He knew the fight was taking its toll on all of them, her especially. 

He jogged to catch up her with, and reached for the hulk of stone in her arms. It was to help the Arusians build their latest project, a watch tower of some kind. “Here, let me help,” he offered, going to take it.

Allura jerked it away. “Shiro, I do not need any assistance―”

“I know,” he said cheerfully. “That’s why I’m offering.”

She sighed, but didn’t put up a fight as he took the heap of stone into his arms, and quickly adjusted to support the weight. 

“Are you alright?” she asked quickly.

“Fine,” he said. “It’s not heavy,” he lied. “I’m stronger than I look.” He gave her a tiny smile. “So are you princess, but you know, you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

Allura’s face crumpled, and she finally seemed to let the exhaustion get to her. “But the galaxy―”

“Is not only on your shoulders,” he reminded her. “Let us―let me, take a bit of the weight, okay?”

She slowly smiled, her eyes tender and grateful. “Okay.” She leaned up slightly and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, Shiro.”

He hid his blushing as she turned around, presumably leaving to get some rest. “Of course, princess.” 

50. “I think you’re beautiful.”

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Direct Order

hey it’s that trashy scoutpauling hurt/comfort i was talkin’ about

directly inspired by this wonderful photoset by sicorey. COMPLETELY UNBETA’D. PROBABLY DOESNT MAKE SENSE. ISNT FULLY SET UP. this is stress relief writing i apologize for nothing

2.8k words! drama! action! boston accents! louisiana!!


What startled him the most was that someone as little as Miss Pauling could have that much blood to even lose. It was a distant sort of startled, one that began deep in Scout’s gut and welled up slowly, at about the same rate the ragged back of Pauling’s dress was turning one wet shade of blackish red.

His arms were killing him, to say nothing of his spine. Running with someone in your arms, even someone as little as Pauling, had turned out to be murder. The fatigue had caught up with him worlds sooner. Had it just been him he would have been long gone and scot-free by now, but as it was he had been forced to duck sideways into one of the abandoned houses that lined the bombed-out city’s streets. He was panting fit to drop, but as their pursuers neared he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek and waited with his back pressed to the blackest bit of wall he could find.

Leaning on him so heavily she felt like dead weight, Pauling made tiny, agonized gasps with every breath.

Footsteps outside. Fast, now slowing. Low talking in the dark. Scout grit his teeth.


He could feel Pauling’s heartbeat, thumping like a frightened bird’s.

The footsteps picked up again. A few seconds later they were fading into the distance. Scout held his tongue a whole minute before he whispered, “I think we lost ’em.”

He got no answer. God damn it.

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Ellie has suggestions

The Avengers come back to the tower after a long day of being awesome only to find Ellie there. The young girl has been thinking up ways to improve their superheoring

The team trudged into the Avengers tower. Sweaty, bloody and weary after a long fight. Captain America’s shield was scratched, the Iron man suit was torn with sparking wires by the shoulder. Professor Bruce Banner was in dire need of a new pair of pants, holding the much beleaguered purple sweatpants around his hips as he limped. Hawkeye only had three arrows left. Natasha’s face was smudged with dirt and her hair was falling loose from its ponytail.

So in other words, most days for the Avengers.

Spiderman and Deadpool were currently bickering over reattaching Wade’s severed arm.

“oh my god oh my god peter just let me do it”

“the last time you did it you put it on backwards now stop squirming you big baby”

“nonononono baby boy come on lets be reASONABLE OH FUCK”

Peter had finally jabbed the arm into its correct position, the bones audibly cracked into place as his body accepted the missing piece.

“Jesus fuck on a cracker baby boy warn me when you do stuff like that.”

“I DID warn you! you’ve just been being a baby! You’ve fallen off buildings with less fanfare than this!”

“I probably would’ve complained less if you let me do it!”

Wade and Peter continued to bicker in the background. Out of all of them it seemed only Thor was feeling properly chipper. Thor’s chainmail was bloodied and dirtied but his smile was bright and his gait light as he swung his hammer back and forth.

Thor grasped both Clint and Natasha’s shoulders, one on either side of him as he shook them lightly on their already unsteady feet.

“Indeed friends art there no better sport than the glory of battle?” he grinned wide at the pair of them. The god didn’t seem to notice the poisonous glance Black Widow sent his way at the Comment. Clint decided to intervene.

For Thor’s safety.

“hey Thor, we’re all pretty beat. Mind handling the food?”

The Thunder God perked up at the suggestion, he shook clint harder “EXCELLENT!” his thunderous voice made Peter and Wade pause their bickering and Natasha to glare harder “WE SHALL FEAST AS HEROES!”

“YES FOOD!” Wade pumped both hands into the air, the motion dislodged the newly attached limb and he and Peter watched the limb fall to the ground in a sickening wet splat.

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose “oh for fuck’s sake wade”

Wade motioned to the fallen limb with his remaining hand “that wasn’t my fault.”

Thor merrily jogged ahead of the team as they continued into the tower. He opened the door to the Avenger’s living quarters. In their living room a little girl was coloring with a….is that a hydra agent?

All of her previous weariness forgotten, Black Widow flew across the room, three daggers were flung with expert precision, pinning the hyrda agent to the sofa, a fourth dagger held to his throat. All before hawkeye raised his bow.

Ellie didn’t even look up from coloring as the Hydra agent began sobbing.


Natasha looked him straight in the eye, her voice steady as a rock and her glare the heat of hellfire.

“Who are you and what are you doing with this little girl, answer me now and I MIGHT not castrate you and staple your balls to your ears like the world’s worst earrings”

The Hydra agent only sobbed harder. Ellie continued to color as she spoke “Aunty that’s just Bob.”

Black Widow loosened the knife a fraction as Deadpool came in with Spiderman holding his reattached arm steady.

The Hyrda agent looked ready to cry tears of joy at the sight of Deadpool. “MR. WILSON THANK GOD!!” He leaned forward only to have Black widow push him back down and press the blade harder against his throat.

“Oh hey Bob! Nice to see you! Hows the Wife? Hows it being held by Black Widow at knife point?”

“ummmm…” Bob squeaked. “She’s fine and to the second question….terrifying and uncomfortable?….”

Black Widow raised an eyebrow at Wade “You know this man?”

“yeah yeah, me and Bob go way back, not sure what he’s doing here though. Thats a little weird..”

Ellie pointed a crayon accusingly at her father “YOU forgot to pick me up at soccer practice! I had to get Bob to pick me up! Do you know how LAME Bob is????”

“Oh shoot baby girl, I’m so sorry, I forgot, Daddy had his arm chewed off by a werewolf ninja…”

She flung a purple crayon at his head “EXCUSES!”

Deadpool pouted at his daughter “Would it help if I told you I saved some werewolf ninja fangs for you?”

Ellie perked up “COOL! WHERE!!???”

Deadpool handed over three long curved fangs for his daughter to inspect “Daddy gouged those out of Daddy’s arm!”

Ellie grinned as she turned the teeth over in her hand “Can I make them into a necklace??”

Wade ruffled his daughter’s hair “Sure thing pumpkin!”

“YAY!” she jumped up and down before she leveled her father with a contrite look “…Sorry for getting mad at you…I know what you do is important…”

Wade dropped to one knee in front of the girl “Nothing is ever as important as you baby girl” he said as he hugged Ellie to his chest.

“Aww thats so cute….” Bruce looked at the tender father/daughter moment, still holding his stretched out pants to his hips.

Suddenly self-conscious he turned to Tony and whispered “…I should probably go put on some pants now that there’s a kid here….”

“yeah you go do that….”

Bob coughed from under Black Widow “…Umm can I go now??”

Captain America made a dismissive motion with his hand “Nat just let him go…”

Natasha took her knives from where she had pinned Bob to the couch, the hydra agent ran, tripping over himself to the elevator. He got inside and frantically started to push the down button, frantically eyeing the Avengers.

At the last moment before the elevator door closed he raised both fists and yelled “HAIL HYDRA!” before letting out a girly shriek as one of Natasha’s knives whizzed past his head and embedded itself into the wall of the elevator behind him. The Avengers all stared blandly as they listened to the sound of Bob’s girly shriek fading as the elevator descended.


The Avengers all got settled in on the couches, flopping to the cushions like battle weary ragdolls as Thor stooped to talk to Ellie. Wade and Peter settled in next to each other, Peter leaning his head on Wade’s shoulder while Wade leaned his head back.

“My heartiest greetings are extended to you young Mrs.Wilson.” Ellie giggled as Thor bowed to the child “Pray thee, what hast thou done in our absence?”

Ellie perked up “I’ve been drawing you guys of course!”

Tony popped up from where he had been sitting “Ah ha! no….no…nope…I’m gone….It never goes well for me when that kid draws…Bye! I’ll be in my lab!….”

Natasha kicks the armored seat of his Iron man suit as he tries to edge past “stop being a jerk and sit your shiny metal ass down, you don’t refuse drawings from kids.”

Tony looked like he was going to protest but a venomous look from Natasha seemed to take any real fight from him. He sat back down, pouting and arms crossed.

“Fine! sheesh fine!” He sighs and motions to the child and leans back “Alright kid, whatcha got?”

Ellie grins and starts to rummage through the papers on the floor “Ok so I’ve got some Ideas!!”

Its then that Bruce returned in a new pair of pants and a t-shirt “What did I miss? Ideas for what?”

Ellie grins wider and every Avenger is suddenly far too aware of just who’s daughter she is “IDEAS ON HOW TO IMPROVE YOUR SUPERHEROING OF COURSE!!!!”

The Avengers all gave each other a worried look as Ellie sorted through her papers.

“OK Aunty Nat!” Natasha straightened at the mention of her name as she was presented with the first drawing.

“OK AUNTY! Picture you! With SPIDER POWERS!!!”

The Avengers all leaned in to see the drawing in Natasha’s hands.

The scribbly Black Widow in the picture seemed to be screaming, her mouth full of sharp fangs and two additional arms below her normal arms, all four arms seemed to be flailing while shooting spiderwebs. a red black widow insignia was adorned onto her chest.

Natasha considered the drawing for a moment. “Wonderful. Though I would like to point out that the red symbol is not very conducive to stealth missions and would likely draw fire…”

Tony raises an eyebrow at the super spy “Really? THATS the problem you have with this? You have FOUR FUCKING ARMS!”

“The more arms to strangle you with now shut up and let her show us her drawings”

Professor Banner continues to look over the drawing “how do you propose we give her extra arms?”

Ellie shrugs dismissively and gently punches the professor on the shoulder “You’re smart, you’ll figure it out! Now I have some ideas for you too!”

The professor begins to sweat.

“You know how you always stretch out your pants when you go all jolly green giant at the bad guys?”

Tony and Clint snigger at the child’s phrasing while Bruce tentatively nods.


“Well my Idea is that you DON’T wear pants”

Tony and Clint giggle louder, Natasha smacks them both upside the head.

Bruce looks even more worried “Excuse me??”

Ellie doesn’t seem to notice the commotion and presents her next drawing. “See dresses and skirts are way stretchier than boring old pants to they ought to stay on you better but then I remembered that not a lot of guys wear skirts unless they’re my dad, so whats LIKE a skirt but not??”

The team all leans forward to inspect the new drawing. Here a scribbly hulk stands proudly in a…….is that a kilt?

“A KILT!!!” Ellie squeals, obviously impressed by her own cleverness.

Clint falls off the couch he is laughing so hard.

“Ummm….” Banner falters under the child’s beaming gaze “yeah….I’ll look into that….”

Ellie turns to Thor “YOUR TURN!”

Thor grins back at the child “Aye I look forward to thy recommendations! pray thee, how dost I improve myself?”

Ellie leans in and cocks an eyebrow at the god “How do you feel about being a…. WEREWOLF!!!” This last word was punctuated with Ellie shoving a drawing into Thor’s face. Thor accepted the drawing and eagerly showed his teammates.

The drawing depicted a very hairy Thor, screaming, eyes crossed, his mouth full of fangs, bushy blonde tail.

Tony looked at the drawing and the jagged werewolf tail on drawing Thor’s backside.

“….Looks like he’s having a fiery explosion fart…..”

Ellie points to a necklace around drawing Thor’s neck “See thats a chunk of moon rock so you can be a werewolf whenever you want!”

Thor nodded and raised an eyebrow in question “Truely is it moon rock? I had thought it a piece of cheese.”

Ellie snatched the drawing back from the god “Its not a piece of cheese!!”

Thor raised a finger “Aye but consider! A cheese necklace may prove to be nigh indispensable on the battlefield! Hunger in the heat of battle is naught a trivial matter!”

Ellie squinted at the drawing and then at the God and nodded “….I didn’t think of that….”

Clint continued to laugh, his wheezing giggles muffled from where his face was pressed to the coffee table.

“OK BIRDMAN YOUR TURN!” Ellie poked the back of Clint’s head. Hawkeye raised his head to rest on his hand as he turned to face the child, his face still beet red from laughing.
“OK kid shoot.”

Ellie presented the next drawing “Ok you’re already pretty cool…”

Clint grinned “why thank you!”

“But have you ever considered… KATANA ARROWS!!”

This drawing featured a screaming cross-eyed Hawkeye about to shoot a long squiggly sword from his bow.

Clint eyed the drawing “….Thats actually really cool….”

Deadpool looked at the drawing and nudges Hawkeye “Dude we should try that.”



Ellie turned to Captain America “OK Cap you next!”

Captain America nodded at the child and straightened his back.

“So you are really cool but have you ever considered….” Ellie handed him the next drawing “SWORDS AND NINJA STARS!!”

This Scribbly Captain America, like all the others, was screaming and cross-eyed. the drawing Captain America held one red katana and one white Katana while apparently shooting white ninja stars from his eye balls.

“Get it?” Ellie gestured to the drawing “It’s like the national anthem! the katana swords are your ‘broad stripes’ and the ninja stars are your ‘brights stars!!!!”

Natasha put a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle and Steve nervously eyed the drawing.

“thank you…Ellie….But I think I’ll stick with my shield….”

Thor nodded approvingly at the drawing “Tis’ good advice brother…A sword is a noble weapon! There is nothing wrong with a diversification of weaponry! before I gained my hammer, I was oft to fight with a battle axe!”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes “Thor, I’m not going to fight with swords…”
“And why shant thee? a sword is a perfectly honorable weapon…befitting of royalty!”

“Wait a second…It that?….” Tony squinted at the drawing.

The Captain america drawing was set on a beach. In the left hand corner was a perfectly innocuous figure sprawling on the sand in a red bikini. Innocuous except for the blue dot on the chest that was obviously supposed to represent the arc reactor in Tony’s chest.

“IS THIS ME????”

Iron man stooped to the floor and scooped up the rest of Ellie’s drawings. Again and again he was depicted in pinup poses, in either bikini’s or short skirts.

“WHAT THE HELL???” drawing after drawing of perky butted winking kissy-faced Tonys flitted about the room as he flipped through one after another.


Ignoring the panicking millionaire, Peter leaned down to his step-daughter “What about us Ellie?” Deadpool leaned down too “Yeah baby-girl, any suggestions for us?”

Ellie hugged her dad and her step-dad “You guys are already perfect”

Wade and Peter hugged their daughter between them, both planting a kiss to her temples. Peter leaned back to face Ellie and kissed her forehead “Come on Ellie, lets get you home…” Peter placed Ellie on Wade’s shoulders and took Wade’s hand in his own. Their little makeshift family leaving with grins on their faces.

Iron man laid on the floor surrounded by about thirty pinup versions of himself.

“…..Why?” he defeatedly whispered to himself.

Natasha sat on his armored chest perusing the pinups. She nodded approvingly as she flipped through them.

“These are DEFINITELY going up in your office” she announced.

Wrestling with the Dead. Chapter 2

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Wrestling with the Dead- Chapter 2

Author’s Notes: Because of the wonderful reception I got from all of you, I will do a second chapter of this series, if you still enjoy it, let me know! I love writing it, and it takes the stress of writing requests, because I can do anything I want J Love you all, I hope you enjoy!


 “Baron? Y/N?” Roman’s voice called from the other side of the bushes, his voice was winded from carrying the struggling man to where ever they left him. Good riddance, You thought, a shiver flushing through you as you walk close on Baron’s heels around the fence covered in foliage to where Roman and Seth stood.

 “There was a walker.” Baron explained briskly, shrugging as Roman cocks his head to the side a little, his attention turning to you as you walk past them, searching the ground  tentatively in what little light was left of the day.

“No, you’re not leaving again!” Roman misinterprets your action, quickly catching up to you, walking in front of you, trying to get your attention. “Look what almost happened! You can’t go by yourself!” He continues, crossing his large arms over his broad chest.

 “Ah ha!” you shove him out of the way just before he steps on the blade of your knife, bending to pick it up and examining it for a moment before sheathing it.

“Hey!” Seth growls, moving forward to stand behind Roman, glaring at you.

 “Well, none of that would have happened had I not played the cops in the hostage situation earlier today.” You purr sweetly at him, ignoring Seth.

   “Besides, how do I know I can trust you? And what makes you think I’m just going to drop everything and go with you anywhere?” You ask, your voice growing agitated. Who did they think they were? Your parents? No, they were long gone, not that they gave two shits about you anyway.

 “Oh yeah, we totally want to kidnap you and kill you, that’s why we just searched for you, then saved you from the murderous rapist.” Seth growled at you, stepping protectively in front of Roman. Jeesh, retract the claws sparkie, your subconscious glares.

 “Well it’s not like you have a lot to ‘drop’.” Roman continues, his eyes landing on your backpack apprehensively, then moving back to your reddening face.

“Y/N, We can protect you, give you a better life than this.” This time it is Baron who speaks, moving to stand beside you, his large hand falling on your shoulder lightly.  

You jerk away from his touch. What was this? Some twelve step program intervention? Who the hell were they to judge the way you chose to live when things went down? Its not like you could just go apartment hunting, find a nice neighborhood and a good job with a 401K plan!

 “Look, I didn’t ask for your help, And I appreciate it. But that doesn’t mean I need a loving gay couple and weird biker to keep me safe! I’ll look both ways before I cross the street and I wont talk to strangers alright?” Acid drips from your voice as you gesture between Roman and Seth then to Baron, who erupts with laughter, startling you all.

“Loving,” He has to take a moment to breath, “Loving gay couple.” He bellows with laughter again.

“First of all we aren’t gay.” Seth growled, stepping away from Roman, who nodded in agreement, “Very straight.” He added.

 “And second, we just want to help you, you helped us it’s only fair.” Seth says, his dark eyes softening.

   “We didn’t see a car, at least let us give you a ride somewhere?” Baron adds, struggling to even out his breathing.

“Yeah we can drop you off where-ever..” Roman adds, looking nervously at you, trying to figure out what you will do.

 You stand still for a moment, thinking about your options. Do you really want to wonder around out here alone? Besides biker boy is kinda cute, crazy, but cute. Your subconscious nags. She wasn’t wrong.

  “Fine. I’ll take a ride. But that’s all!” You finally answer, your eyes traveling across the three men to gauge their reaction, landing on Baron finally. He looked relieved.

 “Great, we should probably start back, the crew will be worried.” Roman says, walking towards the brick building this all started at. And to think, had you not been looking for a good place to camp for the night, had you decided to continue on your path to Fort Meyers into the night, you wouldn’t have run into them.

“Where too?” Seth asks as you make your way back, finally coming to stand next to a large black SUV. You pause, thinking for a moment.

 “I will know it when I see it.” You smile at him in what little illumination the over head light in the car offered.

“Right.” Roman smiled back, gesturing for you to get in the dark vehicle. “Oh no, I’m riding with Mr. Wanna-be-Jax-Teller over here.” You smile gesturing at Baron, who scowls disapprovingly for a moment.

“What? No, I only have one helmet.” He protests, swinging his leg over the Dyna in front of him, the words ‘Harley-Davidson’ Scrolled on the side of the tank. ‘110’ on the engine case, being grasped by the claws of a silver eagle.

 “I’ll manage.” You murmur, moving to stand next to him, you insisted for two reasons, One, if anything went sideways, at least you could wreck the bike, sure it wasn’t the best plan, but at least it was something. But the real reason, was you wanted to be pressed against Baron. He made you feel safe, and you weren’t quite sure why yet.

 “Fine, take this.” He says, handing you back his helmet. You smiles as you climbed on the back, your feet resting easy on the pegs under your worn vans.

 “And these.” Roman tossed you a pair of aviators. Not really your style, but they would keep the bugs out of your eyes.

“Ready to ride?” Roman asks through a half open window, as Baron starts the bike. “

“Ready.” He calls over the roar of the engine, gently releasing the break and twisting the throttle, pulling his feet up as the bike starts to move. You smile and wrap your arms tightly arouns his taut frame, pressing your chest into him. There was no sissy-bar so you had to hold on tight as they sped down the road, passing the odd walker.
 It was about a twenty-mile drive into town, you had only gone about 5 following the black SUV through the night when Baron dropped his left hand from the handlebar, resting it against your knee, squeezing gently, indicating he wanted to say something.

 You lean forward, turning your ear him so you could hear past the whipping wind. “You doing alright? You must have ridden before this, you are doing perfectly.” He said loudly, speaking over the roar of the engine and wind, eyes still steady on the road.

 “I did when I was a kid, but not since my da-, not for a while.” You stop yourself.

    You didn’t need to get into how your dad used to take you state to state on his bike, collecting pins and patches from each. You rest your head against his back, the soft rumbling of the bike sending waves of vibration through the leather there. It was like a lullaby. The softened leather smelled the way only real leathers could. Like Rain and old books. It brought back good memories. Innocent ones.

 “Are we close to were you stay?” You asked after a while, squeezing Baron’s midsection tighter, you felt exhausted all the sudden, the struggles of the day finally coming over you.

 “Yeah it’s right over the hill.” Baron yelled back, “You want to stay with us the night? You have to be tired, how long have you been walking anyway?” He asks, turning his head slightly so he could see your in the rear-view mirror.

  “Just one night.” You say, “About three weeks, I had a car but the solenoid broke, I haven’t gotten around to getting a new one yet.” You smiled at the memory of your old bettle, truth was, you just couldn’t find one that had any gas. Every single one you stopped at or came across was drained completely.

 “Here.” Baron said as the SUV turned on it’s signal, odd since you were the only ones on the road, guess old habits die hard.

 You pull into a apartment complex, ride straight through to the back. Your eyes grew in shock at what you seen next, they had built a fence around the entirety of what looked like two huge units. Each holding 4 apartments. But that wasn’t what shocked you. What shocked you, was the lights on, on the front porch and inside, casting light through the window onto the lawn.

 “Home sweet Home.” Baron chuckled as you stepped off, unwillingly untangling yourself from him and pulling your helmet off. His helmet off.

Preference #5: You Have A Nightmare

a/n: Hey y’all, so I just kinda wrote this and I’m actually happy on the way it came out

Much Love!


I can remember being tied up in a chair, my voice screaming for Calum, but nothing came out.
“Don’t try and yell for help, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.” The voice spoke.
I can remember seeing a wall with nothing but murder weapons that you would only see in a movie. I tired yelling again, but I didn’t seem to catch his attention. I was struggling to get out, and then it all stopped.
“Baby! Wake up!” Calum shook you. You woke up with tears prickling in your eyes.
“What happened? You were thrashing in your sleep and screaming.” He said.
“I just i-i umm, I had a nightmare.” You stuttered. “What was it about princess?” He rubbed your back. “I was tied up and I was screaming for you, b-but umm nothing came out, and t-the voice was saying t-that I shouldn’t b-be bothered yelling a-and I thought I w-was gone.” Tears were now spilling from your eyes. “Hey, hey it’s alright. No one will ever hurt you while I’m here. I love you.” Calum pulled you in for a hug.


My breath hitched at the knife pushed deeper and deeper onto my throat. I was kicking my legs, throwing my arms everywhere and anywhere. “You shouldn’t bother, in a matter of seconds your throat will be slit, no one will care.” He whispered in my ear. Tears were spilling out of my eyes as I tried to yell for help, but it was useless. My vision went blurry, then all to black.
“Y/N, Y/N! Wake up, you’re having a nightmare!” Ashton tapped me and tapped. You jerked up, touching your throat, pulling your knees to your chest. “Baby girl, you okay?” He asked. You shook your head, “It was n-nothing.” “That wasn’t nothing babe, you were yelling and thrashing. Come on baby, tell me what happened.” He said. “I was pushed against a wall, with um a uh knife to my throat. I couldn’t breath, o-or yell for help.” You were shaking with tears falling at this point. “Shh, its alright, you’re okay. I’m right here baby girl, I’m not going anywhere.” Ashton rubbed up and down your back.


I kept running, stepping over everything in my path. There was someone following me, and they found me no matter where I went. “Come out, you got nothing to live for, nowhere to hide.” I felt the breath behind me. I turned, and screamed for life. You woke up looking around in the familiar environment. “Y/N! What happened?” Luke was right at your side. You clung onto him like your life depended on it. “Luke, please don’t let anyone take me from you.” You cried. “It’s okay baby girl, I won’t let anyone near you.” He kissed your forehead. “What happened?” He asked. “I was running from someone, and they kept finding me and I don’t even know.” “It’s alright I won’t let you go anywhere without me alright.”


All they wanted was information, but I had none of it. They wouldn’t let it go, they were convinced I had it. “I’m going to ask you one last time, where did he hide it?!” He yelled. “I keep saying the same thing! I don’t have any information!” I scream back. “Don’t play dumb with me.” He slapped my face. “I swear I’m telling the truth!” I bit back. “If you don’t tell me sooner or later, I’m going to kill you.” Someone was shaking you, waking you. “Babe, babe! Are you alright? You were tossing and turning.” Michael said. “It was j-just a bad dream.” You said. “Tell me what happened.” He said. “Someone wanted me to give them information about some guy on which he stole something, but I had no idea who he was or what he took.” You said. “And um, they said if I didn’t tell them, they would uh, kill me.” You flinched as the words came out of your mouth. “Baby, you know I would never let anyone hurt you.” Michael said. “I know, just hold me please.” You cuddled up to him. “Always.”

(Pre) Football Sundays
  • (finally finished making 600 meatballs)
  • Nash: DID IT START?!
  • Everyone: NO!
  • You: Cameron! Can you help me put this on the table?
  • Cam: they better be good...
  • You: shut up and they are
  • You: **quitely** keep yourself calm your not going to yell. Your not going to yell.
  • (Cameron jogged over to kitchen and takes the tray of meatballs to the table full of boys)
  • You: Make sure the boys don't eat them!
  • Hayes: I want to help...
  • You: get the ice tea from the fridge.
  • Cameron: don't eat the meatballs Matt.
  • Matt: it was just a taste, gosh....
  • Hayes: I want to do more than that...
  • (Matt, Carter and Johnson muffle words)
  • You: Hayes, no offense but your clumsy.
  • Hayes: I am not!
  • (You rolled your eyes and Hayes went to get get the ice tea to prove to you he's not clumsy)
  • Hayes: see!
  • (Hayes trips over his untied shoelaces and the ice tea spills all over the floor)
  • (Hayes looks up and gives you the best 'oops' look)
  • You: I told you now clean that up.
  • Hayes: that doesn't count. Give me one more try. Pleaseeee
  • You: no Hayes! Clean the shit up!
  • (Hayes sucks his teeth, got the mop and started to clean up)
  • Nash: DID IT START?!
  • Everyone: NOOO!
  • Cameron: (Y/N)!
  • Shawn: I prefer muffins but this will do
  • (Nash jogs into the kitchen and slips on the ice tea that Hayes spilled)
  • Hayes: **laughs** you dumbass.
  • Nash: aww, I need a new shirt
  • You: you just spent 30 minutes changing.
  • Nash: I need a new shirt. I can't post selfies with this nasty shirt. Thanks a lot Hayes
  • (You laugh because Nash is more worried about his shirt than the hit he just took to the back of his head)
  • Hayes: how do you know that was me?
  • Nash: your clumsy. Duh. 2k babies.
  • Hayes: that doesn't make any sense
  • You: Nash that joke is to 2000
  • (Nash and you high five)
  • Hayes: you guys are jerks.
  • You: alright let's make like Frozen and LET IT GOOOOOO
  • Nash: that was cheesy
  • Hayes: that joke is old
  • You & Nash: LIKE 2K OLD?!
  • (You and Nash laugh as you high five again)
  • You: Cameron stop cursing!
  • Cam: they keep eating the fucking meatballs and it's my duty to keep them alive!
  • Hayes: go change your shirt you nasty
  • (Nash jogs back up stairs to probably take another shower just to change his shirt)
  • Johnson: (muffles words with 4 meatballs in his mouth)
  • Cameron: oh don't do it....
  • (Carter laughs)
  • Carter: Johnson we can't hear you. You have balls in your mouth.
  • You: oh my god.....
  • Johnson: nope
  • Gilinsky: Nahhh
  • Carter: I'll try but it feels like I'm on drugs
  • Matt: I don't think it's possible at this point. It's too addicting
  • Cameron: that's it I gave up
  • Nash: DID IT START?!
  • Everyone: NOOOOOOO!
  • (You finish making the lemonade and you walk over to the table)
  • You: alright here's the drinks...
  • (You see the empty tray and immediately get mad at the guys you turn your head to the Cameron)
  • Cameron: **smiles with meatballs in his mouth**
  • You: Run...

anonymous asked:

I mean don't feel too bad about it, because it's not just you. It's definitely most people in the TF community--you 'big name blogs' are so locked-down on shit that it's ridiculous. It's impossible for anyone who's not well-known to break past your tight-knit walls and get some exposure, and a big part of that is b/c you all are so busy with circle-jerking each other that you don't have time to acknowledge anyone else, and all you put on people's dashes are each other's works. It's frustrating.

Alright, now you’re being rude and still off-topic, but I’m going to answer anyway because this attitude is not going to help anybody and I think you should know that.

How do you think “big name blogs” happen? Do you think any blog that gets a lot of traffic just got that one day out of nowhere? Every single artist who is considered big in this fandom worked hard to get where they are, they are still working hard every single day, and they all started out small. 

You’re accusing art blogs for only posting their own art - not only that, you’re ignoring that plenty of them do have separate blogs for reblogging etc, and they don’t only reblog their other “big name friends”’s work, they reblog what they see, and I don’t know a single one of these artists who ignores smaller blogs. And look, I  know that it’s hard to get noticed in fandom, it’s hard to get people to see what you do - but that has nothing to do with “big name blogs making a wall” and it’s incredibly unfair to be pissed off at those people for having accomplished something you haven’t yet. 

People don’t go into tags a lot, people have busy lifes and don’t have time to look through tumblr, they’re not familiar with every TF series to appreciate every bit of fan art enough, they don’t put likes on many things simply because it’s not for them - those are a couple reasons that spontaneously come to mind for why not everybody gets noticed right away, just to give a few examples. New and/or small blogs wouldn’t get more noticed if the “big blogs” weren’t around, that’s not how this website works. 

Since you’re accusing me, I assume you consider me a big name blog too? I got to where I am right now because people, by complete coincidence, found my things early on, that’s literally it, and what other way do you want to get attention? It’s always from people happening to come across your work, and sometimes you’re lucky like me and it happens early on, and sometimes it takes a while. I’m not part of some circle that only supports each other, I’ve gotten to know a couple artists over the years and none of them do that. I am very quick to see faults in myself, I am painfully self-aware of every tiny thing I’ve ever done or said that was even slightly wrong, but here, I have to put my foot down, because this is unfair. 
Looking down on people because they get attention, writing them off as snobs? That attitude is not going to help you or anyone else. You’re disrespecting people who work extremely hard, and is this really what artists should look forward to? Knowing that if their hard work gets attention, they’re going to get shit for it? 

You only get attention when you work for it and keep at it, not by telling fellow artists they’re assholes for being popular, which is exactly what you’re doing right now. It’s rude and contra-productive. You are not going to get anywhere in life if you only look down on people who happen to have something you don’t have yet, you are only making yourself bitter.
Look, you come from a place of frustration, and I understand how you feel. I’ve been there too, I’ve existed before this blog, I’ve been frustrated about myself and my lack of appreciation when I was younger, felt like I was too small, but at some point, you need to get over that, need to keep on doing your own thing. 

Shitting on fellow artists is always in bad taste, and accusing people who simply get more attention of being stuck up is unfair. This is exactly why I made those tweets, this was the original intent I had: Be nice, don’t be bitter over other people’s work so you can grow together. Kinda funny that we’re back here now, is it not? 
I wish every single artist out there that they get the appreciation they seek sooner than later and that they feel fulfilled in what they do. There’s a lot of luck involved in getting people’s attention and it’s unfair and immature to be angry at those who have achieved something earlier than you, because they worked for it, like you probably do, and this competitive thinking is toxic when taken too far. 

Treating others like they’re lesser than you, like you did just now, is distasteful and I don’t appreciate being looked down on for something I haven’t done. 

Have a pleasant day. 

The Reason Why I Love you

The Reason Why I Love You (A Xibalba and La Muerte Story)

“Alright, kids! It’s time for lunch!” La Muerte in her Mary Beth disguise said to the group of children following her around the museum. “The break room is straight ahead and the restrooms will be in there on the left. Let’s all meet back here in twenty minutes, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Most of the kids said back before they all rushed ahead to grab their lunches.

Mary Beth watched them go with a smile before she headed over to one of the water coolers located in various spots of the museum. After grabbing a paper cup and filling it up, she sat down on the bench next to it. She took a small sip of her drink while smoothing out the wrinkles in her white skirt.

Today had been a pretty good day so far. Her group all seemed pretty edger to learn. She just loved watching their little faces light up in awe and fascination as she explained the history of the artifacts around them.

A giggle to her left brought Mary Beth out of her musings. She turned her head to see a young couple sitting on the bench next to hers.

“So yeah, my little brother and sister got home the other day and all they could talk about was how they got to see this secret room here at the museum.” The teenage boy with messy brown hair said.

“Oh, yeah I remember that.” The girl, who looked about the same age as the boy with short, black hair that had red streaks in it said in response. “The room that apparently has that huge book with bunch of stories written in it.” She twirled a lock of her hair as she asked, “So do you think they were telling the truth?”

“Not a clue,” the boy said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I mean they went into pretty big detail about it so it could be true.”

Mary Beth smiled and took another drink from her cup. It was nice to hear that those who got to see and hear from the Book of Life had gotten a good impression out of it. The redheaded tour guide started to turn her head back the other way so she could look at the time when-

“You know I kinda liked that part when your sister was telling us about those two gods.” The dark-haired girl’s comment caught her interest as the women looked at them once more. “I couldn’t believe when she said they were actually married.”

“I know right?” the brunette put his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders. “I mean that La Muerte chick sounded really pretty and all, but that Xibalba guy sounded like he was really creepy. Talk about an odd couple right?”

La Muerte frowned a little.

“I don’t know. I actually thought it sounded pretty sweet. It kinda reminds me of…Beauty and the Beast. And she made it sound like they really love each.” The girl said in a dreamy tone and it caused a smile to appear on Mary Beth’s face. “I liked that they made up with each other at the end.”

“Yeah, but how can La Muerte ever love Xibalba?” the smile disappeared on the red-head’s face at the boy’s question. “I mean my brother said he’s supposes to be ‘made out of tar and everything icky in the world’. Not to mention he lied and cheated to his wife just so he could win a bet.”

The girl shrugged. “She loves him despite of what he looks like or is made of. And sure he may have lied and cheated, but he apologized in the end and she was willing to forgive in spite of everything he did. That just shows how much she loves him.”

The smile reappeared on the tour guide’s lips.

The boy seemed to think about what his girlfriend said for a moment. “Alright, I’ll give you that. But I’m willing to bet that Xibalba dude only loves her because she’s beautiful.”

And just like that, the smile vanished once more.

The girl shot her boyfriend a look “How can you say that?”

“What it’s true. I mean why else would he have tried to stay together with her all these years?”

The girl wretched the boy’s arm off her shoulders. “You know, you’re a real insensitive jerk sometimes!” she said as she stood up and walked away from him.

“What?” the boy got off the bench and chased after her. “Hey, come on, babe. What did I say?”

The two teenagers didn’t even notice that the women sitting next to them and listening in on their conversation, lips purse into a thin line as her slim eyebrows drew together slightly. She didn’t pay attention to them leaving, her mind was still focused on what the boy had said.

He only loves her because she’s beautiful.’

That couldn’t possibly be true. Yes, Xibalba did often complaint her on her beauty, but that couldn’t be the only reason he loved her…right? She never really asked him before so…what if it is true?

Stop that!’ a more reasonable voice scolded her mentally. ‘It’s not true and you know it.’

But then a nasty voice suddenly whispered, ‘But if you’re so sure then why are you still thinking about it?’

The disguised goddess shoved the second voice in the back of her head as drank the last bit of water in her cup before she crushed it in her hand. She stood up and threw the cup into the trash can before heading to the break room to wait on her tour group. ‘This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t be worrying about this at all.’

But the problem was it did worry her. The thought nagged on her constantly even as she placed a smile back on her face as she continued with explaining exhibits to the children. It lingered in the back of her mind until the end of day as she waved goodbye to all the kids as they got back on their bus. And she still keep thinking about it even now as she walked down hallway with a flash light in hand as she headed towards the ‘secret room’.

He only loves her because she’s beautiful.’

“Ah, there you are, my dear!”

La Muerte actually jumped at the sudden voice and whirled around in the direction it came from. She relaxed when she saw it was only Xibalba in his old man security guard form. “Xibalba, you startled me.” She said, placing her free hand lightly over her heart.

“I apologizes love, that wasn’t my intention.” He said as he walked closer to her, holding a flashlight of his own in his right hand.

She sighed, running her fingers through her long, red hair. “It’s fine. I wasn’t really paying attention anyway.”

“Long day?”

“…Something like that.”

“Ah,” Xibalba nodded his head in understanding. “I don’t blame you. These children are relentless.”

The queen of the Land of the Remembered smiled. “They’re not all that bad, Balby.”

“Says you,” the king of the Land of the Forgotten grumbled, “but children need to learn that they can’t go placing their grubby, little fingers on every single artifact they see.  Most of them are older then they’ll ever live to be and are very fragile to touch!”

She laughed at her husband’s grumpiness and pressed a kiss on his temple. “Come now, Balby. There’s no need to get so worked up.”

Xibalba instantly relaxed the moment his wife’s soft lips touched his skin. “I suppose your right, my dear.”

“Good,” La Muerte said. “We should probably go make sure the Book is still safe.”

“I suppose we probably should.”

The two continued down the hall in silence. Once they reached the door, La Muerte pushed it open and flipped the light switch. The room lit up with light and they both turned their flashlights off. The Book of Life was still on its pedestal, but they still searched the room just to be on the safe side.

“Everything seems to be in order.” The woman said after a few minutes of looking over her side of the room.

“It would appear so.” The man said in response.

Without another word, the two shifted back into their normal, god-like forms.

“Ah,” Xibalba sighed in relief, spreading his wings out. “That’s so much better.”

La Muerte just chuckled. And for a moment, everything was at peace and then-

He only loves her, because she’s beautiful.’ That horrible voice in the back of her mind decided to rear its ugly head.

The goddess lowered her head, a small scowl marring her face. What was it going to take to get that voice to stop? It was getting absolutely annoying.

Mi amor?”

Her head jerked back up at the dark god’s inquiry. “Yes?”

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked. “I know it was a long day and all, but you seem…upset about something.”

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” She replied quickly, way too quickly.

Xibalba raised a skeptical brow. “Are you certain?”

“Yes, Xibalba, I’m fine!” La Muerte snapped. Her words came out a lot harsher then she had expected. So much that when she saw Xibalba shocked face, her expression softened. She took a small calming breath. “I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

“It’s alright, my dear.” He assured. “But…please tell me what’s bothering you.”

The queen ducked her head down so that the wide brim of her sombrero hid her face and bit her lower lip. Should she ask him?

I have to ask him.’ She realized. It may be the only way to put her mind at ease and rid herself of that awful, doubting voice inside her head.

Tilting her face back up, she locked eyes with her husband. “Xibalba, if I asked you something would you give me a truthful answer?”

“Of course, my love,” he laid a hand on his heart to show her he meant it. “I promise.”

She steeled her nerves and asked softly, “Xibalba…why do you love me?”

The winged deity’s eyes widen. He stared at her in shock for a few moments. “What brought this on, all of a sudden?”

“Xibalba, please,” She all but pleaded to him as her hands fisted tightly at her sides. “I need to know. Why do you love me-is it just for my beauty or is there something more to it?”

The silence that descended upon the room was deafening. And just as La Muerte was about to scream just to break the quiet, Xibalba broke it first by chuckling.

She blinked in confusion. “What’s so funny?”

“I just can’t believe you’re really asking me this.” He admitted, still laughing a little under his breath while shaking his head.

Her golden orbs narrowed. “Xibalba, I’m being serious.”

“As am I, my dear.” Xibalba walked until he was standing right in front of her. He then reached out to take both of her hands into his own. “You ask me why I love you and if your beauty is the reason why I do. And truthfully, the answer is yes. But-” he quickly added when he saw her open her mouth to say something. “That’s only part of the reason. There’s so much more to it than that.”

La Muerte closed her mouth and squeezed his hands as a silent gesture to continue.

Xibalba gave her this look that only described as the absolute adoration. “I love everything about you, La Muerte. I love your fiery spirit and your kind and generous nature. How you have the biggest heart and how you’re able to lift the spirits of anyone around you with just one look or smile.” He let go of her hands so cup her face between his hands. “So many times I wonder why out of anyone did you choose me and what have I done to deserve someone as wonderful as you. And yet I thank every single day and moment I have you by my side.”

Her eyes glossed over with tears as she felt her heart swell up in her chest at heartfelt words. “Oh, Balby…”  He was had such a way with words.

The king smiled, his thumbs gently brushing the tears that began to fall down her face. “Don’t ever doubt my love for you, my darling. I love you no matter what.”

She couldn’t hold herself back anymore. La Muerte grabbed a hold of his beard and pulled his head down so that his lips met hers. Xibalba didn’t hesitate to return the kiss.

When La Muerte finally allowed the kiss to be broken, she gave her husband a smile that always caused his heartbeat to go out of whack. “Gracias, Xibalba.”

He didn’t need ask her what she was thanking him for. You’re welcome, mi amor. But now it’s my turn to ask you why you love me.”

The queen let out a thoughtful hum as she slipped one arm around his neck while her free hand toyed with the curly, white beard again. “I love you because…” she began to say, taking great amusement in how Xibalba always seemed to melt even under the slightest of her touches. “You try your hardest to make me happy. Even when I’m angry with you, you always seem to find a way to make me smile and laugh. And you’re always such a charmer I can’t but be flattered by your words.” Looking him straight in the eye, she continued, “And much like you said to me, I don’t want you to question my love for you. I truly do love you, Xibalba.”

He chuckled, moving his head forward so that his forehead touched hers. “I know, my love, I know.”

For a few moments there was nothing but silence. That is until Xibalba spoke up again. “You know it may be getting late for the mortals, but the night is still young for us.”

“Oh?” she raised an eye ridge at him. “And did you have something in mind?”

He moved away from her enough so he could extend his hand out to her. “I was thinking we could take a little walk?”

Red lips curved upwards, as she placed her hand in his. “I’d like that.”

With that the two, ancient gods left the room and the museum hand and hand and as they did, La Muerte realized the voice in her head had finally been silenced.

Author’s Notes: Yet another Gravepainters story and rest assure more are yet to come!

Bruised Nose Calum imagine

Can you do a Calum imagine like where we fight a lot but we actually like each other and then one of the boys makes us confess? :) <3

yEs oOMG. Okay here you go!


“CALUM GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING PHONE!” you yelled chasing him. “No!” he yelled back. He ran to his room, locked the door, and you banged on the door. “Calum open the door!” you yelled. “Nope! You’re not gonna get your phone back!” he laughed. You only pretend to hate him. You liked him, but you thought he hated you. So you just played along. You wanted him to like you, but apparently he hates you.

He was snooping. You couldn’t shut off your phone quickly enough. He already got to it. Looking over your messages, everything. You sighed in defeat and went to the living room. You laid on the couch. Ashton was there. “Hey Y/N what’s wrong?” Ashton asked.

“Calum stole my phone and he’s snooping everything of my stuff,” you whined. Ashton stood up. “Hold on i’ll be right back,” he smiled. You covered your eyes and whined. 

Ashton walked upstairs and knocked on Calums door. “Calum!” Ashton yelled. “Yeah?!” Calum yelled back. “Can I come inside?” Ashton asked. Calum walked up and unlocked the door letting Ashton in. Ashton saw Calum with your phone and saw he was in the text messages.  "What?“ Calum cocked his head.

Ashton quickly grabbed your phone and ran downstairs, with Calum following him. "Y/N! Y/N!” Ashton yelled. You sat up. Ashton threw you the phone…. to your face. It hit your nose and eyes. You grabbed your phone and laid back down, hurting. “Ow….” you whined. 

You heard Calum laughing. “C'mon man don’t be like that!” Ashton hit his arm. Ashton walked to you and sat next to you. “That really hurt Ash..” you rubbed your nose. He removed your hand from your nose and saw it getting purple. “Is it bad?” you asked. “Y-Yeah..” he looked guilty. “Its alright Ashton. At least you’re not a jerk like Calum,” you sighed and walked to the bathroom.

Ashton stood up and crossed his arms looking at Calum. “What?!” Calum asked. “Why’d you laugh at her?” Ashton almost yelled at him. “I thought it was funny…” he lied. “Well go say sorry to her!” Ashton had a plan inside his head. “No I’m not doing that! She’s been a jerk all week!" 

Ashton groaned and went to the bathroom. "Y/N COME HERE!” Ashton grabbed your arm. “Ashton what-” “Shush!” Ashton shushed you. Ashton grabbed Calums. “Hey stop dragging us!” Calum whined. Ashton put you and him inside the closet.

Locking the door which was outside. “Ashton what are you doing?!” you yelled. “I’m not opening the door till’ you guys make up,” you could hear Ashton chuckling and heard Luke and Michael too. 

“LUKE?! MICHAEL?!” Calum yelled. “Yeeeeeeaahh!” Michael laughed. “We’re gonna play fifa on the couch!” Michael giggled and the boys did too. You rolled your eyes. Being trapped with Calum was the worst. You slid down the wall and Calum couldn’t really see. It was dark in there. Calum moved his hands around and sat down. He crawled somewhere and hit your legs. “Hey!” you hugged your knees. “Sorry..” he sounded all innocent. 

“Um Its-Its okay..” you blushed. “Calum, why are you being so rude to me? Like ever since we met, you’ve been mean to me..” you blushed. “I was just doing it because you were. I thought you hated me,” he frowned. “Same here!” you said.

“So you don’t actually hate me?” he asked. He was sitting down, leaning against the other wall. You crawled to him. You sat in front of him, really really closely. “No.. I kind of..” you could see him leaning in. You leaned in and you both kissed. His lips were soft. Like ever. You two were currently in a make out session.

He was kissing you so passionately. He broke the kiss. “Like you,” you finished. He laughed. “I like you too Y/N,” he smiled. “And I didn’t mean to laugh at you when Ashton hit you with your phone," 

"I didn’t hit her with the phone!” you and Calum hear Ashton. They were snooping. Luke covered Ashtons mouth. You shushed Calum and stood up. You banged the door. “Owww!” Ashton and Luke whining in pain. You could hear Michael laughing. You looked at Calum who was laughing too. He stood up and kissed your nose. “I guess we’re dating now?” he smiled. “Yeah I guess we are,” you giggled.

He was so happy. The girl he was fake being mean to is finally his girlfriend. He’s always liked you. “I’ve always liked you,” he said. “I’ve always liked you, you too,” you said. Ashton unlocked the door and opened it. Ashton, Luke, and Michael were smirking. “Whos the miracle worker? Uh ME!!” Ashton bragged.

“Oh shut up Ash you hit me with my phone!” you laughed. “And she’s mine,” Calum smiled. “No she’s not!” Luke grabbed your hand and wrapped his arm around you. Luke smirked and you blushed. “No she isn’t!” Michael grabbed you bridal style and ran. “Hey!” you laughed. They were literally fighting over you. But you were always gonna be Calum’s.

-Kelly :) xx