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Negan Imagine ~ Movie Night

Prompt 57: “Is that my shirt?”
Prompt 79: “Stop hogging all the blankets!”

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

The bath was still filled with heat from your shower as you pulled one of Negan’s shirts over and let out a content sigh.
You made your way over to the door and opened as you already saw Negan laying in bed, wearing one of his blank white shirts and some grey sweatpants.
Around him were a good bunch of blankets and pillows, whiskey and some other beverages standing on his nightstand while the repaired TV was standing on a small table.
Everything else really seemed prepared for a movie night in and just spending some relaxing time without thinking about any of the work that was waiting outside of this room.

“Is that my shirt?”, he asked with a grin as his eyes darted at you the moment you stepped out of the bathroom while he sat himself a bit up.
“Yeah”, you said with a smile as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself.
“They’re really comfy”, you added as you slowly walked towards the bed.
“And look fucking hot on you”, he said with a smirk before he patted the place on the bed next to him.
“Come over, Baby”, he muttered in a low tone as his eyes kept darting at you.
“I’m gonna, just a moment”, you said with a smile before you moved over to the nightstand on your side of the bed.
“I found something on our last run in that abandoned village”, you said as you grabbed the handle of its drawer.
“Oh damn yeah”, Negan said in a wolfish tone while a big grin painted all over his face.
“Nothing dirty, asshole”, you laughed as you tossed a small pillow over to him.
“Well, then I’m damn eager to know what the fuck you’ve found else”, he said grinning as he winked at you and rolled over on his side to get a better look.
You opened the drawer, grabbed into it and lifted your surprise over to him.
“Your favorite chocolate”, you said with a smile as Negan’s eyes widened like the ones of a kid who’s unpacking their Christmas presents.
“Holy Fuck, I haven’t seen those fuckers in ages”, he called out as he took the chocolate bar out of your hand, looking at it as if he wouldn’t really believe his eyes.
“Shit, thank you”, he said with a big smile and began to open the package eagerly.
“You really gotta fucking love me when you were able to resist to eat this great as fuck shit till now”, Negan said as he shoved the first piece of chocolate in his mouth and held the package with a nod over to you.
“Yeah and you really gotta love me when you’re sharing it with me”, you laughed as you took one piece out of the package.
“Oh damn, yes I do”, he said as he bit his lip with a big smirk.

“Shit, now I don’t fucking know if I should eat all with you right now or save something for later”, he grunted moments later as he placed the chocolate on his nightstand and sunk down into the pillows.
“Yeah, I know, that’s the real struggle”, you said chuckling as you pulled one of the blankets over your legs.
“Anyway, what’s the movie?”, you asked as you nodded over to the TV and felt how Negan’s arm wrapped around your hip.
“Some crime movie thingy, we gotta find out who the damn murderer is”, he said with a wink before you let yourself sink next to him as his arm wrapped closer around you.

“Any guesses yet?”, Negan mumbled shortly later with a grin as you felt his fingers tracing in a slow rhythm over your arm.
“No, but that young woman there, I bet she’s gonna die”, you mumbled as you cuddled closer.
“Why?”, he asked as you felt his head resting against yours.
“‘Cause she’s this typical side character who’s just there to get killed off at some point so the detectives get some more pieces of evidence”, you muttered before you raised your voice again.
“You got a guess?”, you asked as you looked up from his chest.
“That fucker in the suit seems damn suspicious to me”, he chuckled as he pointed with his free hand at the man who was flickering over the screen.

You laid your head back down, letting it lean against his neck as your hand rested on his chest while he let out a content sigh.
Watching the movie you cuddled closer, feeling how his chest went slow and steady up and down beneath your hand while the “fucker in the suit” wandered towards the screen, stopping, as the camera only captured his face and his eyes that stared into your direction.
You pulled your brows together, wondering what would happen next before you flinched up in his Negan’s arm as a loud gunshot sounded and a bullet gored through the man’s head.
“Aww my poor, poor Sweetheart”, Negan chuckled provocative as he rolled on his side to wrap his other arm around you and hug you tightly.
“Damn darling, looks like you need me to comfort you, huh?”, he teasingly asked as you shoved his chest playfully.
“You flinched too, at least a bit”, you defended yourself chuckling as he bit his lip and shook his head slightly.
“Ah no. Baby, you don’t have to be fucking ashamed for being scared by a fucking little gunshot”, he teased before you swayed your head with a chuckle and gave him the finger.
“Oh wow, now we’re turning aggressive”, he laughed looking at your hand before you lowered it again.
“You’re such an idiot”, you mumbled smirking as you let your head fall next to his chest and felt him pulling you closer.
“I know”, he muttered with a small chuckle as he placed a kiss on the top of your head before you lifted it to look back at him and peck his lips.

Negan let out an uncomfortable groan as you let go of him before he placed his hand on your neck to bring you close and press your lips back on his.
A deep rumble escaped his throat as your hand caressed the back of his neck and ran through his dark hair while he began to slowly intensify your kiss.
You were about to melt more into his kiss and his embrace as suddenly you both flinched up through the next unexpected gunshot coming from the TV.
Staring at the screen, the young woman you had already earlier pronounced as dead, fell with a loud thud to the ground.
“At least I was right about her”, you muttered as you heard Negan chuckle and felt him pulling you with him back down into the pillows.

“It was the fucking Butler after all? Are they fucking kidding me? That guy was great”, Negan said with a huff as the TV turned black and the credits began to wander over the screen.
“Great at pretending to be innocent”, you said with a light chuckle before you saw how Negan pulled over another fluffy blanket over his legs.
Oh no, not this one, Negan, stop hogging all the blankets”, you complained with a chuckle as you grabbed the fluffy black blanket to pull it back.
“You got some fucking blankets over there too”, he laughed as he nodded to your side.
“Yeah, but they’re not nearly as soft as this one and all the others on your side”, you mumbled as you wrapped the black blanket over your body.
“Alright but only because it’s you”, Negan said winking teasingly at you while letting out a throaty chuckle.
“Need my girl to be comfortable, right?”, he chuckled before he pulled you a little closer.
You shifted against him as he tucked both of you under the blanket and pulled some more over as you let out a content sigh and leaned your head against his neck.
“Good moment for some more chocolate, huh?”, Negan asked before you nodded with a small smirk and looked up at him as he grabbed the package from his nightstand, handing you over another piece.
“Next time I’m coming with you to that village, gotta see if there’s more”, Negan mumbled smirking as he placed the package next to him and reached over to the nightstand to grab his glass with whiskey.
He sighed deeply out after taking a good sip of it before putting the glass back and looking with a big smirk over to you.
“And next to that, damn, I can think of a fucking great use for all these abandoned bedrooms”, he chuckled as you cuddled with a laugh closer.
“Oh I knew you’d add that”, you chuckled against his skin before you heard his throaty laugh sound through the room.

It got quiet again as his arm wrapped tightly around you and made sure that you stayed close to him while you closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying his warmth, his scent and simply his presence.
“You know what? This here is fucking perfect”, Negan’s deep voice mumbled as a smile grew on your lips and you opened your eyes again, lifting your head to look at him.
“Don’t understand me wrong, fucking is awesome as hell but this here is just-”, he said stopping mid-sentence and ended it by just sighing slightly and looking with a big smile at you.
You smiled back, placing your hand back on his jaw as you stroke with your thumb slowly over his stumble before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips that still tasted like whiskey.
“Yeah, it’s perfect”, you mumbled against his lips, happy to know that you’ve found this luck in this world, even happier as you felt him pulling you into another kiss.

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liltoothbrush  asked:

Oh boy, what do we have here, I WANT ALL OF THEM jk can i request a 30 for kacchako? You're the best 💖

I think this is gonna be the toughest and shortest one out of them because this is too tight as plot-wise and… idk? It turned out to be a bit clumsy. I’ll just let my imagination fly. And you are the best hon, where did your creativity come from? WRITE ME A FIC TOO.

Bakugou Katsuki hated libraries.

This was general knowledge among all students that dared come near the blonde– which reduced the count to, like, a pair of people? which was a bit sad actually. But Bakugou didn’t mind having a lame social life as long as nobody took him to a library. He had actually tried some tutoring with Kirishima some months ago and trust him, being kicked out of the quietest place on Earth was everything but pleasant.

Today, however, he had no other option but stay there, in the jampacked library full of nerds listening to music or reading books like their life depended on it. All tables were taken around him: shelves were surrounded with people swarming for tons of emboilled wording, tables were packed to the brim with bags, sheets and notebooks. There was this lingering scent of wood, pine, and closeness around him, silence that tried to be silent but ended being composed of hushed murmurs.

He knew why,

It was because of his table.

His table had the best spot in the entire library. It was near enough to the entrance, but not as close as to let winter breezes reach him. There was a big window by his side, letting night snow be seen, but cars weren’t heard this late in the evening. It shows that Yuuei was going through it’s final exams– Bakugou had, no joke, been there from sun to sun and he was too tired to deal with people.

They whispered.

They whispered because his table was completely devoid of any people but him, everyone too scared to approach him lest he threw a tantrum over personal space and threw them off the window. The fire king was fierce, had possesion of the best table around and was undeniably untouchable.

Bakugou, again, hated libraries. They weren’t as silent as they preached to be, there was always this subtone of hushed voices that spoke no pragmatic matter, only petty gossiping that brought no good to his ears. He was easy into focusing, and quirk to do his homework, but that little toneless chatter was pestering him– hell, if he couldn’t stand Deku’s mumbling for a living, how was he going to condone such generalized murmuring all around him?

Another of his pencils broke in twain when he heard his name being pronounced among a pair of girls. Maybe his pencil breaking business was what got him so isolated. There were people sitting on the floor, as if truthfully fearful of the explosion boy.

Suddenly, a low voice came beside him.

“Can I sit here?” oh, he could recognize that voice anywhere. “All other tables are full.”

He pulled the chair out for Uraraka to take, and she gladly jumped in with a stack of hero law books tucked in his arms. She silently tidied her place with a little smile– people could only stare at her, mouths agape, as if she had dared to cross a forbidden threshold for all humankind. His response to her presence was almost inmediate and utmost unkind. “Don’t make any fucking noise, Uraraka. I can sniff your chatter urges a mile away.”

She rose an eyebrow to him. The first thing he noticed was the lack of spark in her brown pools, a evident sign of exhaustion that he had learnt to tell apart from other ocular displays of her– blinking ‘I need your help’ eyes, doe eyed ‘you’re so cool’ eyes, or the now ‘please I am tired don’t be too hard on me’ eyes, devoid of shine and only full of the brown color of her soul. Drowning in them was the only pathetic way he was willing to die

“I have better stuff to do other than talk with you, you know. As I said, I only sat here because there are no other tables available.”

“You can sit with all those fuckers down on the floor.” he stiffled in a yawn. “I don’t give a damn.”

She decided not to answer that and decided to focus on her books. Uraraka had decided to come to the library mostly because she was too tired to make her way to the dorms without getting some rest. Admittedly, she had expected to find the place empty so she could nap for a pair of minutes in a corner– her plan obviously backfired when the library ended up being full and she had no ther option but sit by Mr. FireHell Blondelocks.

As far as she was concerned, Bakugou’s dorm was being repaired due to some of his angry fits being thrown towards a wall, making his dorm look creepily open. That huge hole by his bed was all but tranquilizing. She should have known he would be in the library while his dorm was under repairations, because he couldn’t stand noise while studying and the crew taking care of his room would sure make too much of it.

Brief story: she was stuck with Bakugou until she finished her homework. And time was passing by way too slowly to her liking.

There was a moment when people started leaving the room. Stars twinkled outside the building and threw some shadows across the wooden floor, and lamps lit up the cozy place with a dim, orange light. Uraraka found this to be a bit too pleasant for her tired senses– there was a second in which her head fell a bit too down for Bakugou’s liking, who had been watching her silently as she started to doze off.

“Oi.” he nudged her rudely, and her head snapped up again. “Don’t go falling asleep on me.”

She started messing with her hair sheepishly, making Bakugou fidget uncomfortably in his seat. That antic of hers drove him insane: she was always doing it in front of everyone, in front of teachers, in front of fucking Deku. And he sometimes wondered what the fuck did that bastard have to make her so nervous when he couldn’t wake a single of her hairs up while being by far the most fearsome boy in their class.

“I’m sorry.” whispered she. He saw her grimace, keeping a yawn in– and it made him outwardly yawn, hand covering his mouth. “It’s been a rough day, today. I’ve been going from one place to another and I just couldn’t wait to crash the bed.”

And Bakugou understood the struggle. He was also fighting the exhaustion away, barely keeping it at bay and the fact that the staff had decided to royally mess with him by turning on the heat was not fucking helping. He had already removed his jacket and he was still a bit too warm to his liking. Knowing Uraraka and how sleepy she was, the fight must be tougher for her.

He shuffled a bit closer to her, feeling himself more tired than ever. “There’s not much people around.”

Her head rested on her palm now, looking at him with an interested gaze. “Mhm.”

“You can have your damn sleep, now.”

This– this startled her. He could have a heart, too? What was the world coming to that night? “Are you suggesting to keep watch on me… and actually let me have a little nap?”

“I am not gonna be your fucking babysitter.” spat he, crimsom eyes glaring at her despite the kindness within his flames. He eyed her unkempt hair and the dryness of her pretty stars, and her skin suddenly seemed paler than usual. “You look like a car ran over you. If you can’t take care of yourself I’ll have to show you how to fucking do it.”

He legit slammed her head against the wooden table, making a loud terrifying noise. Somebody could have mistaken that with a murdering attempt. Uraraka, however, laughed at his antics while watching the snowflakes drop before her. “I could use… some sleep.”

Bakugou almost didn’t catch what she said, as she was inmediately out of commision the moment her head crashed against the table. “Stupid woman.” mumbled he, taking a last glimpse at his diagrams and summaries while keeping an eye on her. Her hair was a mess, and he could tell it was bothering her.

Bakugou caressed her cheek with his fingertips and quickly brushed some strands away, the notion inmediately bringing him close to rage with this newfound feeling of intimacy. “Fuck this girl, fuck her!” he glared at her. “Fuck her in hell…”

But the way she was sleeping was kind of cute, too. Her head rested atop her hands, even breaths fanning some locks away and her face in peace for the first time in a while. He had never seen her so relaxed until now, and the image filled him with a sense of peace that he didn’t know he could feel until he stumbled with her.

His back was throbbing. He bet hers wasn’t right now.

She must be… comfortable, too.

Bakugou looked away and started cursing colorfully as he took his jacket from his spot on the chair’s back, and put it on top of her quiet body. The thought of her scent impregnating his clothes wouldn’t occur to him until midnight clocked by– and he would fall asleep thinking about her, too.

The blonde blushed, and all he could think about now was about how good a nap would be to him and how nice her warmth would be– he was half a meter away from her and he could already feel her whole self lulling him to sleep against his will.

That had to be illegal. His heart shouldn’t be racing as hard as it was.

Eventually, Bakugou gave in and his head ended up on his arms too, both teens closer together than they had ever been– and Bakugou had taken her sweater as a paid back, he thought tiredly and without much logic, and draped it across his back. 

Uraraka shifted closer to him in her sleep, and he was only drawn to her scent. The sound of snowflakes melting against the windowpane made him remember that he hated libraries, but he would never hate this spot and he could forget about this hatred for a while as long as Uraraka was by him all the time, too.

She had had tons of space to sit at– floors and on top of shelves. But all tables had been full and, at the end of the day, he couldn’t find the heart to complain.

Aizawa eventually found both kids fast asleep on the table and sighed. “Man, kids these days. They grow up so fast.”

thedoomcard10  asked:

Who needs a protective phone case when you have Spice Girl?

“I don’t train Spice very much at all, so she’s not very quick on the draw.  I’ve dropped my phone on the ground a few times and she’s usually 50/50 on softening it’s landing on time…

Also, in case you’re curious, Giorno’s stand can’t repair a phone screen.” 

Imagine being a witch specializing in mending magic

*Rivendell after the dwarves tear the room apart*

Elrond: *looking at the damage* oh Eru this will take years to repair.

Thorin: *awkwardly standing near by* yeah sorry about that they can be a bit rambunctious at the best of times, I’ll pay for the repairs once the mountain is reclaimed.

You: both of you are being a bit dramatic over a little mess. *fixes everything with a wave of your hand* there all better.

Elrond: *satisfied*

Thorin: since when have you been able to do that!

You: for as long as you’ve known me, and if repairing damages done by 13 dwarves this easily just imagine how useful I’d be repairing damages done by a dragon.

Thorin: *has an epiphany and looks up at you like you’ve saved his life* that would be grand, my dear.

Originally posted by you-dont-understand-i-need-pie

Not my gif credit to original owner

A/N: I was not happy with yesterday’s witch imagine so here is a new one that I am happy with.

anonymous asked:

A concept: after some disaster or another, Wonder Woman appears in National City to train Kara. Very early in this training, Maggie teases her for having Thoughts™ about Diana. Kara protests that she looks at *plenty* of her female friends that way. Maggie tilts her head. Things click. Diana is supportive.

It starts, as most things in Kara’s life seem to, with running late.

It starts with a missed alarm, a frantic rush up the elevator and into Snapper’s office, and a desperate prayer that he will not yet have noticed her absence.

(He has.)

Keep reading

gogomato  asked:


I’m not sure this is going to break your heart but I tried my best to angst it up >:3 hopefully it lives up to expectations! (ALSO THIS IS OVER 2000 WORDS AND I’M ABOUT TO CRY SO PLZ ENJOY!) @brunowritings

- Ghost


·         Battles with other stand users were unpredictable in every sense of the word, no matter how much information was known about the user very little can be collected about the stand until it actually reveals its abilities; caution was always the best way to go about these missions because it was the best chance to keep everyone safe, but it was only a matter of time before there was a slip up, and it came so at the ultimate price

·         The mission was supposed to be simple – every possible enemy that was supposed to be present was accounted for and Buccellati and the other Passione members were prepared to finish the job with as little trouble so that they could return to Passione’s headquarters; however as Bruno and S/O ensured that the enemies were no longer an issue

·         The enemy stand user had come out of no-where before any of them had the chance to bring forth their own stands and released a horrific screech, which in turn sent forth something akin to a shockwave, not strong enough to wipe everyone off of their feet but more than enough to have the Passione members bracing themselves against the sudden force; the moment the noise and shockwave reached Bruno a wave of disorientation hit him hard – he knew it had done something to him, but he wasn’t sure exactly what it was until he straightened himself up and scanned the surrounding area, preparing himself to confront the enemy stand

·         The stand was nowhere in sight however the user was not too far away from him, staggering forward as if disorientated themselves and Bruno brought out Sticky Fingers to take advantage of this fact before they too composed themselves, lashing out with his stand and taking them down with no issue whatsoever; it wasn’t until he’d finally retracted his stand that the change happened, it was almost as if the image of the enemy stand user was wavering like the reflection in a pool, flickering like a dying candle until disappearing altogether, revealing that it wasn’t them – oh god it was S/O

·         The deafening silence which filled the air was horrifying more than anything – S/O’s breaths had long since stopped as their death had been swift and they were frozen in place, curled up on the floor as if to protect themselves from the blows, and Bruno felt the realization that he had been the one to cause his partners demise crawl its way from his stomach up to his throat as he tried to force down the burning sensation which collected in his eyes; despite this though he wouldn’t cry yet, he’d ensure that the real enemy stand user learnt just what they had done, and it would be a long, long time before Bruno even considered giving them the release of death – he would be putting all of his anger into making the enemy pay

·         He wouldn’t cry in front of the rest of Passione but they all knew, the long nights he would spend mourning for his lost S/O and blaming himself left him mentally and physically drained by the time morning came and it was impossible to ignore the faint tear tracks which lined his cheeks perpetually; he would bury himself into his work as a coping mechanism – the breaks he used to take to visit S/O were now non-existent and his hours spent working would bleed from one day into the next without so much as a wink of sleep, even when Giorno manages to force him to pull away from his work Bruno won’t sleep, the lingering thoughts of his partner’s death keeping him painfully awake with the reality creeping back up on him – S/O was dead, and it was by his hand


·         Giorno prided himself on remaining rather composed when confronted with enemies both gangster and stand user alike, at the end of a fight he and his fellow Passione members would always come out on top and he and S/O would always be able to end their mission returning home together where they could rest up and relax until the next mission came along which needed their attention; of course there were the odd inconveniences but it was hardly anything which they couldn’t handle – after all when the two of them worked together they could be a lethal pair, it was almost as if they were untouchable – until they weren’t

·         They had cornered off the attackers at an abandoned building, fortunately away from any potential prying eyes as they fought – they needed to be rid of them as swiftly as possible before things got out of hand, however Giorno made sure that every person present on the mission exercised caution, if they could prevent any unnecessary injuries then it was best to do so

·         They had separated and spread out across the area to effectively take as many of them as possible, and Giorno had faith that all of his fellow Passione members were able to take care of themselves so he focused on using Gold Experiences abilities to wipe out any straying enemies; thinking nothing of turning all manners of objects into a variety of animals to send right back to the attackers, making swift work of taking down at least a handful of them at a time with the creatures alone and it didn’t take long before the last of them had been dealt with, however there was anything but relief upon doing so

·         Everyone had eventually come back together, albeit with a few minor injuries sustained but otherwise okay, however as more people returned the more Giorno began to realize that S/O was not among any of them, in fact in all of the chaos it appeared no-one else had last seen them since they separated either; this fact set the blond on edge as he turned on his heel and re-entered the building, apprehension bubbling in the pit of his stomach as his eyes scanned throughout the area ravaged by the prior fight before they finally landed on his beloved S/O, slumped like a ragdoll in the far side of the room as if discarded and he wasted no time in rushing to their side

·         Their stare was blank, void of anything that could remotely suggest they were still alive and it was painfully clear that they had perished during the fight, and yet it was only upon noticing the bites and marks which marred their body that the way of which they had died dawned on him – the creatures he had created using Gold Experience had not only killed their enemies, it had killed his S/O along with them; every single breath he took was heavy and quivering as he reached a hand out to close their eyes, using his stand to repair their damaged skin so that they looked untouched once more – it was futile of course and he knew in his heart they were long dead regardless of what he did he still healed all of their wounds, making them look almost as if they were sleeping as he took them into his arms and exited the abandoned building – he was not about to leave them behind in such a wretched place

·         Their death left a permanent scar on his mind, never allowing himself to forget that his S/O’s blood was on his hands and the months he spent wondering about what their potential life could have been like had he not been so carless – would they have been happy? Would they have returned home to spend the evening in one another’s company, falling asleep knowing he was there to protect them? Sadly the one they relied on to protect them the most had failed to do so, and he would never get to know the answer to these questions; every free moment he spent was something to honour or remember his partner in some way – visiting all of the places the two of them had travelled together and recalling the memories they shared there, keeping a collection of their belongings or items of sentiment to look back on, he would never fail to visit their grave whenever he had the chance, each time bearing a gift of some form which he knew they would have liked (such as their favourite flowers)as he would spend time simply remaining there, often losing himself to memories of them, clinging to them no matter how fleeting and perhaps recalling a few out loud as if his S/O was still there to hear them (perhaps because there was still a part of him which refused to let them go, desperately wishing from beneath a flurry of conflicting emotions that they were there to hear his words, and the begs for forgiveness which came with them)

Risotto Nero

·         Metallica was a deadly stand, that was a fact which simply couldn’t be argued – unless Risotto kept a firm eye on its range and whom exactly it was going to affect with its ability it would undoubtedly lead to a potentially lethal situation for everyone, target or otherwise; so seeing the state of his squad – so badly injured at the hands of a rival gang whom had come out of nowhere – he can already feel his anger bubbling dangerously with his stand itching to come out to cause some serious damage

·         He’d bark at his team mates to get back and outside of his stands rage as far as they can to be safe, and the moment they pass beyond the 10m mark he’s no longer holding anything back, ensuring that every single one of their opponents suffer through all manners of metallic objects – Knives, scissors, needles are just some of the few things he produces from their blood, nowhere near their vitals just yet, however even once they had all perished something didn’t feel right

·         Everything seemed to pass by in a blur, there was an odd feeling which overwhelmed his every sense to the point where he hardly recognised that something was touching him before he had lashed out with his stand , barely registering what exactly he was attacking until it was far, far too late to relinquish his ability before any permanent damage was caused; the haze clouding his mind was quick to dissipate and in seconds he registered that someone was in front of him, an almost disbelieving expression of horror on their face as they stumbled back momentarily before collapsing to the ground

·         It was S/O, they opened their mouth as if to say something but the only thing they could muster were a few pained gasps for air before they began to hack up blood, his stand had torn up their insides in the moments it had been active and it was clear they weren’t going to survive past a few minutes at most; there was no amount of medical care (no matter how quickly it arrived) that could make any difference, the most he could do was diminish the pain as best as he could by ensuring they didn’t move around too much, gently elevating their body enough to rest their head in his lap and keeping them as content as he could until they eventually passed

·         Risotto wouldn’t dare to move for a long while, simply cradling his S/O in his hold without a single word and anyone who dared to even direct his attention elsewhere was met with a cold stare until they backed off, eventually though they would have had to fall back – remaining in the public eye for too long ran the risk of getting caught and even with his reluctance

·         S/O’s funeral would be one held with only the members of La Squadra present (after all the assassins only had one another, there was no room for people uninvolved with Passione to come) and whilst small and brief it seemed to solidify that they were in fact gone – and it was because of him that they were no longer alive; from that moment on Risotto seems to completely shut off onto auto-pilot, he buries himself into their missions and ends up throwing aside all else other than his work even the basic human necessities; what comes as the most terrifying is when someone met his gaze – they’d find nothing, no emotion, no thoughts, no feelings – his eyes are void and hold no life anymore, and that alone makes it clear that his S/O’s life wasn’t the only thing lost in that battle

Saved- Tyler Joseph

Request- Hii! So I have an idea for a imagine. the readers boyfriend is tyler Joseph but the reader is very suicidal and cutting themselves. Tyler finds out later that the reader is doing that and so Tyler tries to help the reader and stop the reader from trying to suicide and hurt themseves. Don’t forget to put soooo much fluff at the end. P.s. this might be a horrible prompt.p.p.s I really like ur fan fiction.

A/N- This was a good prompt, hope you liked it. Sorry if this makes people sad, stay alive. I love all of you. 

You look down to the scars on your arm and memories flooded back of  Tyler walking in to see the blood on the floor and his girlfriend crying and looking blank. The first time he noticed your scars was when you were dating for about 3 months. They were old ones but soon newer ones started to appear. It was when you were dating for 6 months when he found you the first time on the ground of your bathroom with your wrist bleeding. You can remember the look on his face as tears brimmed his eyes. You kept saying you were sorry but he just helped you clean up in silence. He always told you how much you meant to him but you knew he was lying. No one loves you. How could they?

He’s found you 8 times after that in the same situation. You would get better for about 2 months  then relapse again. In the 2 years you and Tyler have been together you were surprised he hasn’t just given up and left.

It was late. 3:46 am to be exact. You laid in your shared bed next to Tyler as he slept. He was always peaceful when he slept unlike you. You were scared to sleep. Nightmares and memories filled your thoughts all night, so you just stayed up. You watched his chest rise and fall imaging how different without you he would be.

You saw the sun start to rise and you realized how long you had been just staring at him  for. Tyler always got up pretty early so you laid down and closed your eyes pretending to sleep. About 40 minutes later you heard Tyler start to moved beside you. You felt him kiss you cheek and you heard a silent ‘I love you’ before he got out of bed. You sat back up in bed knowing he wasn’t coming back for at least 30 minutes. It was the same each day. Tyler usually got up around seven thirty and left the room so you could sleep. You would “wake up” around eight and go find him at his piano or he would come in to get ready for the day. He would leave for the studio around ten so you had two hours to pretend you were okay.

“Sleep well?” Tyler’s voice came from the doorway as he walked into the room.

“Yeah.” You fake smiled.

“So I’m heading out early today and I’ll be late tonight. If you want to come to the studio you can.” He said getting changed into clothes for the day.

“No I’ll stay home today. You know get somethings done around the house.” You said trying to sound convincing.

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want you alone in the house all day. I know yesterday wasn’t the best. Either was the past week.” Tyler said sitting next to you on the bed where you sat.

“I swear Tyler, I’m fine. It was just a small thing.” you said looking down at the bandage on your arm from two days prior.

“Okay, but if you’re going to stay, I’m coming home to check on you. Y/N I know you say you’re fine, but I love you and know you aren’t.” he said holding your hand in his. “I will stop and get lunch for us and we can have a date out on the balcony. Those are always your favorites.” he told you and you half smiled.

“Sounds like a plan.” you kissed him on the cheek and stood up.

You went to the bathroom to get ready. You showered and removed the bandage Tyler cleaned you up with two days ago. Looking at the new scars tears pricked your eyes. If you really loved him why did you put him through this.

“I’m going now. I love you.” you heard Tyler say opening the bathroom door a crack.

“Love you too.” you brought yourself to say.

You heard the door shut. You listened close until you heard the house door shut along with his car start. You knew it was safe now. Safe to break down, cry, scream, harm.

You hated this life. You hated admitting you needed help. You felt defeated when you said you need help so you always forced yourself to get better. It was the hardest thing ever, nearly impossible, but that’s why you ended up in the same situation over and over again. You never got proper help and you didn’t want it before. Tyler respected that, he said he would stay as long you needed him to stay with you. He was the only person you felt safe with and that’s the reason you never wanted to get help. You don’t trust other people the way you trust Tyler. You feel judged by the doctors, but Tyler’s help wasn’t enough anymore. You had reached the end.

You hadn’t been this bad in years. The last time you were here you were so close to the end, but your parents found you. In a way you were glad because now you have Tyler, but at the same time if you had died Tyler wouldn’t have

To go through all this.

You knew you were an awful person and you felt terrible for making Tyler’s life a living hell. Everything bad in your and his life seemed to go bad to you. You were the toxin in his life and he didn’t deserve that.

Before you knew it you were sitting on the shower floor with the water running cold over your body. Your fingers were pruned but you didn’t care. You were numb and cold. You slowly stood and turned off the shower. You stood in front of the mirror looking at yourself. You tried looking into your eyes but all you saw was red. You must have been crying. You opened the medicine cabinet to get a new bandage for your cuts.

After getting dressed and putting on a new bandage on you went out to the kitchen. You saw that it was almost noon. Tyler would be home soon with lunch. You put on some music to try and lighten the mood in the house. You sat at the kitchen table looking at some flowers Tyler got you yesterday. They were roses. They use to be your favorite but you couldn’t see why. They only die. You also didn’t understand why Tyler cared.

“ Y/N.” you felt two hands on your body and you jumped before realizing it was just Tyler. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.” he said kissing your forehead.

“No, don’t be. I was just zoned out, looking at the flowers you got me yesterday.” you smiled.

“Well today I got for you some chipotle.” he said setting a bag in front of you.

“My favorite. Thank you.” you said standing with the bag letting him follow you out to the back deck.

When he was around you you smiled. It was hard to, but you had to. You didn’t want him to know how bad inside your mind was. You sat in the sun letting it hit your skin. It felt like it was burning you. You hadn’t been outside in about 3 weeks.

“So, what did you do today?” Tyler asked.

“Showered.” was all you said.

“That’s all. I’m not here to judge but I’ve been gone for over 4 hours and all you did was shower? Y/N I need you to tell me what’s going on. This isn’t you.” he said concerned.

“Tyler god leave me alone. Haven’t you ever heard of space. Maybe this is just me. Maybe I’m just broken beyond repair.” you yelled standing from your seat.

You weren’t really sure what snapped inside you. You never snapped at Tyler like that, but it’s all you could do. He was right you weren’t yourself. You didn’t want to be this way. You felt awful for yelling at him.

“You’re right. Space. Maybe that would be good for you.” Tyler said and you could hear how hurt he was. “I’ll be back in about 5 hours. I’ll be at the studio if you need anything.” he said and before you could apologized he was gone.

You were such a terrible person. The one person you truly cared about you pushed them away. Tyler deserves better. So much better.

Now again you sat in the bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t go on hurting him anymore. You’re the cause of all his pain. You looked down at your phone seeing the picture you had of you and Tyler smiling on your lock screen. You covered yourself in the picture and suddenly without the broken girl in the screen you saw a happier Tyler.

You opened the cabinet and reached for the sleeping pills that were prescribed to you a few months ago. You never took any. You opened the cap and filled your palm with the white capsules. You again opened your phone and sent Tyler a quick text.

To Tyler

I’m sorry. I love you. Forever.

Sent 1:42 pm

That’s all he needed to hear, but all you heard was the ding of a phone. You looked up in the mirror to see Tyler in the doorway. His eyes teared he was practically shaking. That’s when you broke. You spilled the hand of pills everywhere as your knees collapsed underneath you. You didn’t hit the ground because Tyler was there to catch you as you sobbed. You never thought someone could hold another human so tight to them. He rubbed your back as you cried and gasped for air between sobs.

“I need help.” you choked out.

“I know babe. I’m going to get you help. I love you.” he told you as you tried controlling your breathing.

It felt like forever before you calmed yourself enough to be able to hear what Tyler was saying to you. He wasn’t talking at all actually, he was singing. He knew it always calmed you.

Oh, Ms. Believer, my pretty sleeper

Your twisted mind is like snow on the road

Your shaking shoulders prove that it’s colder

Inside your head than the winter of dead

I will tell you I love you

But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears

My nose and feet are running as we start

To travel through snow

Together we go

Together we go

You listened as he sang softly, matching your breathing to his. He rocked you back and forth softly as he sang. Soon you felt your eyelids grow heavy and the first time in about a week you fell asleep.

One year later…

You were a whole new person. Clean for a year today. It was a huge accomplishment, something to be proud of and you have to thank Tyler for all of it.

He got you help. You never wanted help before fearing it was a sign of weakness, but you were wrong. With help you could be a human again. You got to be happy with Tyler and enjoy life.

Sitting outside feeling the light breeze and the sun on your skin. Tyler was somewhere inside. You didn’t have those thoughts anymore. You didn’t fear sleeping.

“Whatcha thinkin about?” you felt Tyler place his hands on your shoulders then wrapping his arms around your front placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Nothing in particular, just that I’m happy.” you smiled.

You missed being able to smile and laugh and be genuine about it.

“Good thing because I got you these.” he said handing you a dozen roses.

“Tyler, they’re beautiful.” you said with tears in your eyes.

Small things like this made you so happy to the point of tears.

“But that’s not it. I want you to know something.” he started now kneeling in front of you with one hand behind his back. “There is a dozen roses right there, you’re favorite, but 12 roses isn’t enough for you. It doesn’t prove how much I love you. So that’s why I have 13 roses for you.” he said pulling another rose from behind his back. “This rose represents my love for you. It’s plastic and will never die. It’s not perfect which is just like us. We’re all broken Y/N, but I’ll be there for you when you fall apart. I always will be. I’m not saying I’m going to be perfect, but I know you will be. You’re perfect for me in every way. That’s why I’m asking you this question. Will you do me the honor of being my wife and making the happiest man to ever live?” he asked taking a ring out of the pedals of the roses where it was perfectly hidden.

You had no words. The tears that pricked your eyes earlier were now streaming down your face.

“Yes, Tyler. Oh my god yes.” you said grabbing his face and kissing him.

You felt him smile against your lips making you giggle. When you broke the kiss he was smiling from ear to ear. He slid the ring onto your finger where you admired it.

“I love you.” Tyler said watching you look down at the new ring on your hand.

You looked up and caught his lips in his again.

“I love you too. Thank you.” you meant it.

He was the reason you were here today. If he didn’t come home when he felt like something was wrong a year ago, you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t be engaged to the most amazing person in the world.


Tiwanaku, Part 5: The Gate of the Sun

The Gate of the Sun is probably the most recognizable megalith at the Tiwanaku site. Located in the Kalasasaya courtyard, it is 3 meters tall, 4 meters wide, and constructed entirely from a single piece of stone. Weighing 10 tons, the gate prominently features a large crack: when it discovered by Europeans in the 19th century, it was lying on the ground, broken.

The gate has since been repaired and stands upright once again, though its purpose mains a mystery. There is some evidence that it may have been a type of calendar, but it’s difficult to say. The intricate and complex carvings and stone work on the gate unfortunately do not add much to our understanding, as some scholars believe they are depictions of a Sun God in various states of being, where others have linked it to the ancient God Viracocha, the Incan Creation deity whose countenance was so ugly and fearsome that he had to wear a mask, lest his subjects run away from him.


Override 0 - Registration Inquiry // Initiate Repair Cycle

“Override 0, stand by for orders.”
“What?” Mike was about to pull his staff–he stops instead, confused, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Behind him, Chuck goes perfectly still, frozen in mid-step, and then slowly eases back to a stand-still, waiting. “What the heck are you talking about?”
“Acknowledged,” Chuck says, quiet and flat and empty. “Standing by.”

OH LOOK IT’S A FIC!  The fluff/hurt/comfort/drama/angst/fluff I’ve been promising is finally cleaned up and good to post.  (I actually finished it a few days ago, but I was trying a new style so the art took a while! UwU)  Please enjoy!

Heathers the musical - Sentence Starters
  • I believe I'm a good person.
  • This ain't no high school, this is the thunderdome.
  • I know life can be beautiful.
  • Things will get better as soon as I get my letter from Harvard, Duke, or Brown.
  • You're on jiffy pop detail.
  • You're a high school has bin waiting to happen.
  • They are solid Teflon.
  • Grow up, bulimia is so '87.
  • I crave a boon.
  • Shut up Heather!
  • If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves.
  • You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?
  • Honey whatcha waiting for?
  • Welcome to my candy store.
  • Maybe sesame street is on.
  • Why, when you see guys fight, does it look so horrible but feel so right?
  • Could you face the crowd,?
  • Could you be seen with me and still act proud?
  • I would fight for you, if you would fight for me.
  • You can set my broken bones and I know CPR.
  • Woah, you can punch real good.
  • You've lasted longer than I though you would.
  • If some night you're free, wanna fight for me?
  • My dad keeps to suitcases packed in the den.
  • It seems every time I'm about to despair, there's a 7/11 right there.
  • Freeze your brain.
  • Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?
  • I learned to cook pasta, learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent.
  • When the voice in your head says you're better off dead, don't open a vein, just freeze your brain.
  • It's time for big fun.
  • So it's salt, then lime, then shot.
  • You need a jello shot!
  • The demon queen of high school has decreed it.
  • Monday 8 am I will be deleted.
  • 30 hours to live, how shall I spend them?
  • I could change my name and ride up to Seattle.
  • I'm a dead girl walking.
  • See I've decided I must ride you til I break you.
  • You're my last meal on death row.
  • I'm hot and pissed and on the pill.
  • So the world's unfair, keep it locked out there.
  • No sleep tonight for you, better chug that Mountain Dew.
  • I learned to kiss boys with my tongue.
  • It weighed like a concrete prom queen crown.
  • No one sees the me inside of me.
  • Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply.
  • They couldn't see past my rock star mystique.
  • Maybe I can help the world by leaving.
  • She didn't mean to be a snatch.
  • I'm bigger than John Lennon.
  • She's the horse I never got for Christmas.
  • You've got a left hand, use it.
  • You make my balls so blue, they're hanging sadly.
  • They made you cry, but that will end tonight.
  • You're the only thing that's right about this broken world.
  • Our love is god.
  • Free pussy, and we don't even have to buy it a pizza.
  • We can start and finish wars.
  • We're what killed the dinosaurs.
  • They died because god said they must.
  • I worship you.
  • I'd trade my life for yours.
  • So lets go hunt some jocks.
  • What the fuck have you done?
  • I love my dead gay son.
  • We don't choose who lives or dies.
  • Lets me normal, see bad movies, sneak a beer, and watch tv.
  • Can't we be seventeen?
  • Don't stop looking in my eyes.
  • I wanna be with you tonight.
  • Yeah we're damaged, badly damaged but your love's too good to lose.
  • You're the one I choose.
  • Shine a light.
  • Let in sunlight and your pain will disappear.
  • In the sixties, love was free. That did not work out well for me.
  • Cold, clammy, and crowded. The people smell desperate.
  • Everyone's pushing, everyone's fighting.
  • If I say the wrong thing or wear the wrong outfit, they'll throw me over the sides.
  • Still, the weakest must go.
  • Stupid childproof caps!
  • You don't deserve to live.
  • You whine all night.
  • At naptime, once we shared a mat.
  • I watched him dream for nearly half an hour.
  • Then he woke up.
  • My kindergarten boyfriend and I...and a horse with wings.
  • Certain boys are just for kindergarten, certain girls are meant to be alone.
  • Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.
  • Still, you've earned that red scrunchie.
  • I've experienced everything you're going through right now.
  • You don't know what my world looks like.
  • Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.
  • You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead.
  • One, two –– fuck it!
  • Please don't leave me alone.
  • You were all I could trust.
  • I wanted someone strong who could protect me.
  • I let his anger fester and infect me.
  • No one here deserves to die.
  • It's one more dance and then farewell.
  • This little thing? I'd hardly call it a bomb.
  • I wish your mom had been a little stronger.
  • I wish your dad were good.
  • I wish we'd met before they convinced you life was war.
  • I am damaged, far too damaged, but you're not beyond repair.
  • Please stand back now...little further.
  • Hope you miss me, wish you'd kissed me.
  • Say hi to God.
  • You look like hell.
  • War is over, brand new sheriff's come to town.
  • My date for the pep rally kind of off.
  • Are there any happy endings?
  • We can be seventeen.
  • If no one loves me now, someday someone will.
  • One day we'll change the world, but lets kick back tonight.

post-holiday laundry is a-go

also rather pleased to find that while I was away the landlord has successfully repaired a long-standing damp problem in the bathroom wall and repainted the room in the process

now to retrieve the cats from their own little holiday at the cattery - house feels weird without them!

Chris Kyle, Military and Society

This world has become so pathetic that people are demonizing our national heroes and military personnel. Yes this is about Chris Kyle. I don’t understand how or why someone is born with this thing that festers in their brain, making them feel like their only importance to society is to find something offensive or wrong with every fucking thing that goes on, on a daily basis. I guess I was born with a respecting bone in my body for anyone that enters hostile territory by order to defend my country. Maybe give respect and praise and recognition to someone is against the law now. This world is truly fucked up beyond repair. I will always stand behind(or beside) and support our men and women in uniform.

for badmooonrising, as a belated birthday present and also a cheeryuppything to combat the sads

Stiles loves hotels. He never got to travel a lot as a kid, so this is a whole new experience for him. While all the other grad students are already retired in their rooms, either slacking off on the Internet or doing last minute preparations on their speeches, Stiles has pulled on his swimsuit (bright red Speedo, Stiles has no shame) and is ready for that perfect, shining Olympic-sized pool advertised on their website. 

The elevator chimes and Stiles steps in, holding his fluffy towel and keycard, and presses for the lobby. 

On the eighth floor the doors open. 

Stiles almost regrets not wearing clothes, because damn, he’d love to have a conversation with this guy, but as is, the gorgeous man just takes in the large expanse of skin and blinks. He looks a little embarrassed, and Stiles is the one in the Speedo. It’s kind of hilarious. 

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A note to myself.

You know what?
Sometimes it’s okay to stop. To have a week-long pause and then turn on your recording again. It doesn’t mean that you gave up, it doesn’t mean that you’re worthless. You’re tired and you need this time to do nothing.
Remember that Physics lesson in 8th grade? The efficiency is always less than 100%. You don’t have to be a perpetual motion machine to work good. You can be broken, but you can be repaired. So stand up when your tools are ready and fix yourself.