somebody tell him this right now!

mark zuckerberg is inherently incapable of winning the us presidency because his name already contains a syllable that is heart-stoppingly similar to the word “cuck.” if the dems actually run him then somebody with an undercut and a frog emoji in their twitter description is going to start making cuck jokes and those will follow him for his entire campaign. i am telling you this right now, on the 6th of september 2017, and yet i cannot escape the feeling that in 2 years i will find myself caught between the scylla of voting for a man who inspirationally says things like “i am not a cuck” and the charybdis of refusing to vote, moving off the grid, and learning how to take a shit in the middle of a field without getting ticks on my ass cheeks

I usually make a point to avoid getting into this kind of drama. 

That stops now.

If you’ve been following the kind of people I follow, or if you’re part of new fandoms that experience a sudden explosion in popularity and number of fans - Undertale. Steven Universe. RWBY. Fire Emblem. Overwatch. Disney. Gravity Falls. Star Wars. Marvel. Etc -, you will have seen something like this.

Every time, without exception, there’s a small group of people who think they are entitled to say what is right and what is wrong. Who erect themselves as judge and jury of what is GOOD and what is PUNISHABLE. And now, they may well have erected themselves into executioners.

There was a tumblr user by the name of tyrant-rex. Emphasis on WAS. If you go to his blog you’ll notice it’s deactivated. That’s because he did it, right after leaving a suicide note.

Rex shipped Pewey. That is Pearl/Mayor Dewey, both characters from Steven Universe. Pearl is a canonical lesbian character. Mayor Dewey is a guy. And that, it seems, was all the reason this toxic part of the fandom needed to want him dead. They showered him in hate and this is the result. Rex may well be DEAD because some people decided a fictional ship was worth more than a human life.

And the most sickening part? They’re not sorry. They revel in the pain they’ve caused. They try to justify it.

“But Pearl is a canonicaly lesbian!” Doesn’t justify killing a person over it.

“But it was lesbian erasure!” No it’s not, just as shipping two heterosexual characters in a gay relationship isn’t heterosexual erasure. And even if it were, it would still not justify killing a person over it.

“But seeing that ship hurts me!” If a non-canon drawing of a fictional ship is enough to cause you pain you should go to therapy because you are obviously not well off on the head. Oh, and it STILL DOES NOT JUSTIFY KILLING SOMEBODY OVER IT.

I mean, really, did these people even think about what they were doing? What they are celebrating? If he’s dead, that’s a whole person gone from the earth. Did he have friends? Family? Loved ones? Hopes and dreams? And now those people will never see him again. His goals will never come to be. And why? Because of a ship? Because people on the internet couldn’t stand others loving things they didn’t like? Can you think of any subject more STUPID to hate somebody? To drive somebody to death?

This is not the first time the SU fandom drove someone to the edge of suicide. And I tell you right now, it’s not going to be the last. This is gonna keep happening. And you might be reading this and thinking I’m overreacting. I wish I was. I wish I had no reason to make this post. But Rex, and those who came before, are the horrible proof that no, I am not exaggerating.

And just like they came for him, they will come for you. Because you drew Connie’s nose too small, or her skin too light. Because you drew Pearl with boobs, or Mei and Rose skinny. Because you made Frisk’s eyes too asian, or Hanzo’s eyes not asian enough. Because your humanization of Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps is not the color THEY want it to be. Because you dared to ship the “wrong” ship. Because your opinion is something they don’t like.

I honestly don’t know how to close this, so I’ll just say, if anybody’s shitting on you or trying to get you to hurt yourself, block them. Your mental health and your life matter so much more than all the fictional characters in the world.

Whipped...Boyfriend?? (Pt.5)

I want to take the time to thank my lovely @harryimaginedstories for nudging me in the right direction with this one. I was a bit conflicted in terms of which direction I wanted to take it, but she was able to settle my doubts. Thank you, love!

Without further ado…




It was impossible not to be so entranced by such a beautiful boy. A beautiful man. A wonderful human being. A decent human being, who taught the world how to be kind, even if they didn’t realize they were learning. He loves people the way they deserve to be loved, making sure to let them know it was okay. It was okay to be loved and to fall in love, that’s what we live for after all. But this boy lives for so much more. This man lives to make others happy, because that’s where he finds his own.

He’s a breath of relief, to see such maturity in a young person; it leaves others in true awe. The way he presents himself, with such confidence that could make you shrink into yourself, feel small. But he has the ability to pull you right out of that state of mind. He’ll make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world. He’s kind and sensitive and all that a man should be.

It was impossible not to notice him. It was impossible not to get caught up.

And it was impossible not to fall in love.

***

He was by no means perfect though. He had a temper. He had a tendency to disregard certain things, even though he didn’t mean to. He could be the life of the party one minute, and a great introvert the next, keeping to himself in an intriguing way. He was intimidating, but he had that aura. He would make you feel like you needed to be his friend, like you needed to know him and be a part of his extraordinary life.

He had spots and blemishes on his face, but make up covered that up well. When he was particularly tired, the circles under his eyes added to that imperfection. He had a bit of a lazy eye, but you couldn’t really tell unless you were dead on staring, and even then you would most likely get lost in the icy green of them, specs of gold.

***

But they never saw him like Y/N did. They never lay next to him like she did. They never felt the warmth of his skin like she did.

They never got to experience him in the morning like she did. She took notice to it all.

How his hair was lighter in the sun. A golden brown, or maybe blonde, that had her fingers running through the soft strands with little to no notice that she was doing it. His eyes, bright and excited, crinkles on the corners even though it was seven in the morning and all Y/N wanted to do was go back to sleep, but Harry was a morning person, and plenty times she failed to lull him back to sleep after the sun rose.

The dip on his cheek prominently deepened with every laugh shared, every joke told, every happy moment lived.

His lips, just like in the photos, and how the world sees them. Pink, and enticing. The way that he spoke, the way that his lips moved and pursed around every word, it was hard not to notice.

They never felt those lips like she did. They touched her hands, her fingers, her neck. Her ears, her hair, her forehead. Her temples, her eyes, her cheeks, her nose. Anywhere but where she wanted to have them for the amount of time they were best friends. Until finally, on that glorious night, they touched her lips. After that, she experienced the gentleness of them when he’d get home from work and lay a kiss on her waiting lips. She experienced how rough they could be, pressed tight against her own after long days apart. She experienced them on cold days, or nights. And never minded when they were chapped.

They were cold, they were warm. They were hers.

He was mesmerizing.

***

And they never saw him fall like she did.

Takes a grand deal to make a great man fall, but it takes even more to lift him back up.

Countless times he’d safely look to her to make his days better, until he realized he didn’t deserve her. Not after what he did.

***

He was superman. He was untouchable, indestructible. But only to the public.

Behind closed doors. Where everything happens.

Her touch couldn’t help him that night.

Her begging and pleading couldn’t save him.

Her love could not save them.

***

What did she do?

What did she not do?

Little did she know, it’s what he had done.




It honestly can’t be any more embarrassing. She should’ve let Harry accompany her, hell; she should’ve shot him a text, or called him while she was still in the loo. And though more often than not she’s able to handle herself, she should’ve really just trusted her gut and asked Harry to meet her outside.

It’s not as bad as it could be though, and in all honesty it might be her fault. But the dress just seems too expensive and she can’t believe she ruined it. She’s almost certain she would have burst out in tears if the woman behind the bar hadn’t gone around to help her dry up, but never the less the stain is still prominent, and she’s wishing and hoping that it’ll be an easy fix when she takes it to the cleaner once they get back home.

How was she going to explain what happened. So you see, I sort of kind of maybe definitely stumbled a bit because you know, alcohol, and maybe sort of definitely bumped into that lady over there and completely drenched myself in red wine.

“Harry.”

His eyes went wide before he’d even taken a proper look at her.

“I’m sorry.” The whisper came as a shock.

She was beginning to get teary eyed because again, she cannot imagine how much this dress must’ve cost Harry.

His sigh of relief goes unnoticed, and in two long strides he’s stood in front of her.

“Wha’ ‘appened, love.”

At this moment, he really seems to have forgotten about the problem at hand, and only hopes Y/N won’t ask who he’d been talking to.

“I’m sorry. It all happened so fast and-” the words get caught in her throat.

He takes a look at the wine stained fabric, a thumb rubbing over the damp spot as if it would help clean it any.

“No, kitt'en. S'fine. Nothin’ t’ fret over.”

She wipes a stray tear from her cheek with a knuckle, a single sob huffing out.

Harry kisses the top of her hair line, a chuckle lightening the tension he’s sure she must be feeling.

“S'not funny. Aren’t you upset?” She looks up at him dolefully, “I ruined it, H.” She pinches the fabric in between her fingers, pulling at it just a tad to emphasize the mess.

But Harry can’t help but smile, “s'okay, love. I’ll buy ye’ another one. I’ll buy ye’ ten if ye’d like. S'no problem.”

He smiles wider, in attempt to reassure her that it’s not a big deal, he’s not mad. And only when he feels her relax does he shrug off his jacket, slipping each arm out before reaching behind her and settling it over her own shoulders.

“Now c'mon,” he grips the lapel between his fingers and gently pulls her closer, pecking her pout, “let’s get ye’ t'the hotel.”

***

A shower is very much what Y/N needed. The alcohol in her system seems to have evaporated along with the headache that was beginning to creep up. The noise outside has settled, allowing her to sit in bed in peace and quiet, the only sound being that of running water as Harry took his own shower.

“Have any of tha’ body wash ye’ use, pet?” It’s just like Harry to step into the shower unprepared.

“Running low, gonna have to use your own, babe.”

She wasn’t really, she always makes sure to pack more than needed when they go on trips. But she likes how Harry smells, and if denying him her own scent meant she’d be able to cuddle up to fresh, sometimes minty smelling, Harry, then so be it. He can scold her all he wants once he comes out and finds that she does in fact have plenty of her own body wash.

“Can ye’ han’ me a towel?”

Of course.

Y/N thinks he does this stuff on purpose sometimes. Whether it be 'can ye’ hand me m'towel, love’ or 'left m'loofa on the far end of the counter’, for some reason or another he always seems to forget something at shower time. Sometimes he even lures her into the bathroom with the smell of whatever bath bomb he feels like indulging in. And she’s not completely dull-witted either, nor a woman with no needs. So even though she huffs because 'Harry, really? Next time I’ll let you come out for it yourself. Teach ya a lesson and learn once you slip and fall on your ass,’ she can’t deny she hasn’t fantasied.

And she must admit she does get that tight knot just below her belly button every time she slips into the bathroom and catches a glimpse of his silhouette behind the curtain. Or a tingle, that will have her thighs clenching at the sight of him in the tub, bubbles long gone, bare ass on display. And he’ll tilt his head up and pout his lips slightly, silently asking for a kiss after she’s handed him the bath bar he oh so conveniently left on the bathroom counter. But he’d never turn over, because despite his own needs, he didn’t really know how she would react, never even tried.

“'Lo?” She’s brought out from the lusting thoughts, jolting in place before scurrying over to the room’s dresser and pulling out a white cotton towel, aware that the water’s been turned off.

“Here.” It’s cute, how she’s peeked the door open just a bit, slipping her hand in and waving the material without once looking into the room.

“Ye’ can come in, love.” Harry chuckles, body hidden behind the curtain.

“Should really stop forgetting the towel.” But he can’t help it, he always thought if it got her mind wondering, maybe it’d help ease her along. But that was then, before he’d gone and had sex with somebody that wasn’t her. Now, all he wants is to find the appropriate time to tell her.

“G'na make a note of tha’.”

Any other time she’d be quick to rush out, but right now. Right now she’s looking at him in a way he doesn’t think she’s ever looked at him. Eyes lingering, sizing what little of him she can see through the shower curtain. He notices how her bottom lips drawls out from between her teeth. And though he begins to feel himself growing, he can’t help the guilt washing over him all over again. So he breaks eye contact, and slides the curtain closed.

***

Why it took Harry a good ten minutes to finally come out of the bathroom, Y/N’s got no clue. Surely it couldn’t have taken more than three minutes to wash his teeth. When he does finally come out, he doesn’t make eye contact, instead she watches as he walks around the room from where she sits on the bed against the headboard, collecting every piece of clothing he wore tonight and hanging it appropriately on hangers.

She watches how the muscles on his back flex when he moves his arms. She watches the swallows high on his chest move to the way he breathes. She smiles at the way the damp strands stick to his forehead before he slides his fingers through and back to remove them from his eyes. She admires the stern look on his face as he fumbles to button his suit jacket, lifting it up to inspect it before hanging it inside the armoire.

Her eyes trace over his tense jaw, the dimly lit room allowing her to see the chiseled structure of his face. She bites the inside of her lip, eyes following the drops of water trailing from the tips of his hair, to the side of his face, to his collarbones, past his chest hair and down his abs before being absorbed into the white material. Her eyes linger lower, noticing how the towel hangs dangerously low on his waist, enough that she can see his happy trail.

A hand moves to settle between her thighs, already feeling the heat that’s worked up.

What sends her over the edge is the evident outline of his bulge, and when he turns sideways, the noticeable tent-like bump has her toes curling and thighs pressing closer against her hand.

“Harry.” She doesn’t mean for it to come out sultry, but it does and it has Harry giving her his full attention.

She’s on her knees now, walking on her knees to the edge of the bed where he’s standing at.

He can feel his breath hitch at the touch, her fingertips ghosting over the 17BLACK tattoo down to the butterfly on his tummy before she’s rubbing her thumb over the Might as well by his v-line.

Before he knows it, he’s exhaling a low moan into her mouth at the feeling of her fingertips trailing down his happy trail. They stop at the top of the cottony fabric. He forces his eyes shut when the pads of her fingers continue trailing down until her palm is against his growing erection and he’s bucking his hips forward.

He feels her smile against his lips. And it’s then that she starts a slow up and down motion, her hand working on his length.

Harry grips at either side of her hip, pressing the tip of his tongue against her slightly parted lips, and when she opens further, his tongue slips in to work against hers.

It’s been a while since he’s had a hand other than his own touching his cock, and although he’s denied of full pleasure because of the thick material around his waist, it’s better than him having to tug one out in the confines of a bathroom. 

The attention her hand is giving his cock is enough to have him in a daze. But he can feel her uneasiness still, not doing much other rather running her palm over his member, so he sets a hand over her own, squeezing it to cup over his cock, the knot in his lower stomach tightening as he detaches his lips from hers and throws his head back in pleasure.

His breathing has become jagged, eyebrows knitted in hopes to restrain the throbbing of his cock.

He feels her replace her hand with his own, and Harry can do nothing but lightly squeeze at the head.

She kisses from his shoulder, to the protruding vein on the side of his neck, and back down to the crook of it, hands trailing up to his chest. When she bites at the skin, the hand that was soothing the ache on his cock goes to her hair, and suddenly his eyes meet hers again.

“Need you.” It’s what she whispers as she presses herself closer, hips meeting his in an urge to feel him, her lips reattaching to his. This causes Harry’s hand to slip down to the curve of her bum where it meets the back of her thighs. And he’s pressing them firm against her bum, his own clenching in an attempt to press himself closer to her, wanting her to feel what she’s done to him.

She takes his body along with hers as she begins moving backwards onto the mattress until she’s completely laying down with Harry on top of her, holding his own weight with his forearms flat on the mattress. His hair, once too short, falls over the sides of his face, eyes downcast and nostrils flared.

He moves to hook a thumb inside her boy shorts, but doesn’t make any effort to slide them down. Instead, he holds it there.

Y/N starts to feel the pressing of his bulge against her mound, and her back arches when he grinds into her. The built up frustration is causing him to grip at her hip a tad too tight, but Y/N’s moan at the feeling only causes him to rut his hips harder.

Although Y/N might be a virgin, she’s not a complete saint. She’s spent countless times reading up on the pleasure that is sex. She’d often get off at the thought of Harry, hands gripping her bed sheets as she wrenched and moaned until she reached release. But she’s never been confident enough to take that big step. Not with Harry, not with anyone else she’s dated.

And she never thought it would feel this good.

Her legs hook around his waist, craving to have him closer, and he’s attaching his lips to her neck.

“Pet.” His whisper is mixture of frustration and pleasure.

All she can do is moan.

Soon enough, he’s pushing himself off of her.

Did she do something?

But he doesn’t say anything, moves to sit on the edge of the bed, trying his best to ignore the throbbing of his cock, well aware that he won’t be relishing in the pleasure of release. A hand runs through his hair before it settles on his lap. And then he’s letting out a sigh and bringing the heels of his hand to dig at his eyes.

“Everything okay, H?”

He’s waited so long for this. But he can’t. He won’t.

He needs to tell her, but where does he start.

He hears her yawn, and he can already imagine her kneeled behind him, hovering over his body.

But she doesn’t say anything, wraps her arms around his neck from and presses a kiss to the shell of his ear.

“Don’t have to, if you don’t want.”

But he does, he wants to. Just not like this.

He reaches behind to caress at her hair and presses his temple against her forehead.

“Not tonight, pet.”

She doesn’t say anything after that, so Harry stands up to walk to the dresser, grabbing a pair of briefs and making his way into the bathroom.

When he comes out, his Y/N is asleep, curled up in the middle of the bed, oblivious to the silent tears running down his cheeks.

He’s made up his mind. He’ll tell her tomorrow.

He stands at the side of the bed, looking her over, the guilt eating at him.

He manages to wedge himself in between her and the mattress without waking her, bringing her to lie against his chest, holding tight.

But the tears don’t stop.

At 4 in the morning he’s still awake, no sign that he’s growing tired. He’s trying to memorize all of her, his eyes and hands scanning and ghosting her sleeping figure.

She looks so pure. A sob racks his body, and when the next one threatens to shake him he inhales deep when he feels her stir against him.

How could he have done this to her.

After she buries her face in the crook of his neck, he closes his eyes tight, squeezing her to him one last time before letting sleep overcome him.

And though it’s a long shot, he just hopes they’ll be able get through this.

***

When Harry wakes up, it’s to an empty bed and a note on the side of mattress where Y/N laid the night before. He takes the hotel’s notepad in between his thumb and index finger.

Went out for breakfast with Lou. Giving you a Y/N free afternoon so you can hang out with the boys. Already packed for our flight tomorrow. See you later, babe!(:

Although he really wishes she would have woken him so they could eat together, Harry knows he’s got to sort his guilt out. He can’t let another day go by lying to her.

***

How did they end up here.

She knew it wasn’t gonna be anything good. From her experience, nothing good ever follows 'we need to talk.’

But she could have never imagined this. Never in a million years could she have thought those words would be coming out of Harry’s mouth.

She’s in complete shock, hands trembling and heart pounding, pounding hard against her chest and she swears she can hear it echoing in the room.

“You-” She can’t say it, she can’t repeat it, but she knows there’s no way around this.

“You slept with someone else.” She’s making sure she heard him right. She wants to believe she heard wrong, but his following words further prove that’s not the case.

“I’d had too much t'drink. I-I didn’t know wha’ I was doin’. I can’t remember anythin’. All I know s'I woke up next to h-”

“Stop.” Every word he says, hang in the air, floating in her head because no, she refuses to believe her Harry could have done this to her.

He had been stood frozen in the middle of the room after insisting she sit down, and though she was reluctant and wary, she had, the soft sofa failing to ease the growing tension.

“Y/N.” His eyes are red, fighting against his sobs to explain to her, to try to get her to understand that had he been in his five senses, it wouldn’t have happened because he doesn’t have eyes for anyone else.

“Stop.” There’s nothing else she can say. She doesn’t want to hear about what, or how it happened. She doesn’t want details on the night Harry betrayed her trust.

Harry can see tear drops landing on her jeans, hands clasped together on her lap, making no effort to wipe at her eyes or her cheeks.

“It meant nothing and I-”

“Harry.” And the look on her face when she finally looks up at him, that look has him falling to his knees in front of her, reaching out to take her hands in his.

“Y/N, no.” His lips are quivering, the corners of them pulled down. “It meant nothin’. Ye’ can’t think fo’ a minute tha’ I wanted it. I love you. You know tha’.”

His heart breaks all the more when she bows her head back down and says nothing. She looks at their joined hands and gives his a squeeze.

“Tell me ye’ know tha’.” The crack of his voice tugs at her heart.

“M'sorry, love. M'so so sorry.”

Suddenly, it clicks in her head.

“No,” she whispers in sudden realization.

She pulls her hands away when she feels his lips rest on her knuckles.

“That day, that’s what it was. That’s why you were crying.” It’s as if it’s all come together. “You should have told me.”

“I wanted to. I wanted t'tell ye’,” he chokes on his words, “and it killed me to-”

“You’ve kept this from me this long.” It’s more like she’s saying it to herself, trying to wrap her head around how he could sleep next to her knowing what he had done.

“I wanted t'find the right time t'tell ye’. I didn’t mean for it t’-”

“Stop.”

She can feel his grip tighten on her thighs. She can’t do this. She can’t sit here and listen to his excuses.

“M'sorry for lettin’ it come this far. Pet, m'sorry. I wanted t'tell ye’. And then when I saw 'er last night-”

Is he serious? She was there? There’s a chance she might have had a conversation with the woman Harry slept with?

“Stop.” She really just wants him to stop.

“I was so scared. I didn’t know she was gonna be there. And I couldn’t have ye’ findin’ out like tha’. I couldn’t risk-”

She can’t take it. “Harry stop!” She didn’t want to yell, she’s never been one to yell. Their small tiffs never ended in yelling. But she knows this isn’t small, and she can’t be expected to keep calm.

He’s losing her, he feels it.

She brushes his hands off, pushing herself off the sofa and moving away from him to the door of the room.

“No,” he cries, tears welling up in his eyes, vision blurry, so he wipes at his them harshly with the back of his hand.

“Get out.” She’s opening the door, eyes fixated on the floor.

He sets his weight on the back of his heels for a moment, head in his hands. The only sound in the room being a mix of his ragged breathing and her sobs. He stays still, but only for a moment, until he hears her faintly whisper his name.

“Please, love-” he’s quick to get up, shoulders slumped as he cautiously moves to her, feet dragging.

“Out.” There’s no changing her mind.

She’s never felt so broken before, so betrayed.

And she doesn’t look at him, not even a glance even though she can feel his stare on her.

She listens as whis breathing evens, and lets him kiss the top of her hair before she’s shutting the door behind him.

Her world’s crashing around her, and all it took was one night with someone else. She wants the floor to swallow her whole. She wants this all to be a nightmare.

But it’s real. And it hurts.

9

Negan in Every Episode» Hostiles and Calamities
Good mornin’, sunshine. Is it just as cozy as you remember? You spent a lot of time on the wrong side of the door after that stupid road trip with the wife and Tina. So let’s talk about now. We went out looking for your little failed project for a few hours. Just around the perimeter. Tip to taint, as it were, right about the time I had you thrown in here, and when I got back, I realized I was short a wife. Sherry. You know anything about that, Dwighty boy? ‘Cause I got to tell you, that is one hell of a coincidence, her leaving just a few short hours after Daryl took off. Oh, and he didn’t force his way out. No. Somebody opened the door for him. Dwighty boy was it you? Did it work the other way around? You were supposed to break him. Did he break you? I mean, let’s face it. You’ve got some pretty legitimate grievances. You change your stripes on me, Dwighty? You startin’ to see things different? After all this before and after hell, after everything who are you, Dwight?

Alright so I’ve been thinking right

the criminal masterminds heists are the whole “one person gets killed, it’s all over” type deal so there’s definitely more pressure to survive

And obviously that’s closer to how non immortal fahc would be anyway ofc so people are looking at this series and thinking that this would be how they’d act in a real heist

Which yeah totally I can understand that

But there’s a lot of people saying that bc Gavin and Jeremy are always trying to be in the less dangerous positions, they’re afraid to die in fahc au

And okay sure I’m sure a part of that plays into it to some degree (tho I have a whole thing on Gavin and his own sense of mortality but that’s neither here nor there right now)

But you cannot look me in the eye and tell me that’s how Jeremy would act

Because the whole reason he’s “afraid to die” in criminal masterminds is because he totally expects SOMEBODY to die and fuck it up like that’s essentially a definite in his mind and he’s terrified that it’s going to be him because he doesn’t want to disappoint everybody and he sure as hell doesn’t want to disappoint himself

He doesn’t want to be the reason everything goes wrong

Which is most certainly NOT how fahc Jeremy would see things because there would be no “oh if I fuck this up we’re all fucked so it’s better if I stay out of it”

You can’t tell me that Jeremy wouldn’t be trying his fucking hardest to make sure things go right BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY

He would ABSOLUTELY be going fucking hard to accomplish this shit and make sure everybody got out safe

He wouldn’t be afraid to die and fuck things up

He’d be afraid he’d fuck things up and somebody else would die

Friends Part 7

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2276

Warnings: Angst, fuffly ( and a lot of confused people)

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owners

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You wake up feeling awful, your head is hurting like hell and you feel weak. You know that you need to get up, put some clothes on and eat some breakfast. But you don’t want to move, you are so comfortable and for a brief moment, you feel normal and safe between your sheets.

Unfortunately, the moment doesn’t last long, all the events of yesterday reappear in your mind all at once but this time you can see things with a little more clarity.

You are stuck in a dilemma between sense and sensibility.

You are so overwhelmed by your own feelings that you decide to take the advice of one of your favorite professors in college.Every time that you are feeling confused or your feelings are overpowering you, you should write a letter to yourself explaining what is going on.

Keep reading

Warning.

Don’t worry was so good!! I was wondering how you think harry would go about telling his missus there were no songs about her on his album? Like before he plays it for her for the first time? How do you think that would go down

Hii, thank you so much for your request. This is different than ‘Don’t worry’ and I hope you’ll like it.

They’ve only been together for three months. Probably the best three months in Harry’s life. He knew she was special from the very first time they met, she swept him off his feet with her bright smile and sparkling eyes.
But then he had to leave. Three months in Jamaica. He was looking forward to it since months by then but that changed quickly when he realized he had to leave the girl of his dreams behind.
The worst part of it all was that he didn’t know what would happen. They only knew each other for two months before he left and weren’t even close to starting a relationship with each other. They went out on dates and they kissed but that was it. Harry was scared that she wouldn’t be willing to wait for him until he was back.
But she did. And once he stepped foot on British ground again she was in his arms, telling him she missed him. Later that night Harry told her all about his feelings for her, how much he liked her and how for the past few months he couldn’t stop thinking about her. And with a whimpered ‘yes’ and a few kisses to his lips she agreed to be his girlfriend. That’s how the happiest time of his life started.

But now he was scared it would come to an end. He was scared that the thing he probably worked the hardest on in his whole life would destroy their happiness.
The problem was his album and the ten songs he wrote. He didn’t realize it until he let his Mum and his sister listen to it the day before. They were flashed by his work, loving every song and praising him for what he created but then…

“Umm… Harry?” his Mum asked after a while.
“Yeah?”
“You’re still with Y/N, right?”
“Of course I am. Why?”
His Mum and Gemma exchanged a look Harry couldn’t quite understand.
“You talk a lot about other girls in your songs. Maybe you should let her know before she listens to it when it comes out and feels dumbfounded.” his sister let him know.


And now he was standing in front oh her apartment, a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he prayed to god she liked. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door, the pitter patter of her feet reaching his ears seconds afterwards. She opened the door with the smile on her face that made Harry’s heart flutter every time. She ushered him inside, enveloping his body in a tight hug and kissing his lips several times like she always does.
“Brought you flowers.” he told her with a soft smile.
Her eyes caught sight of the pretty flowers he held out to her which she didn’t see until just now. She raised her eyebrows then, the corner of her mouth lifting mockingly.
“Did you do something?”
“W-What? N-No.” he stammered, his eyes growing wide.
“Then why did you bring me flowers?” she chuckled.
“Wanted to give you a treat. You’re my girlfriend, innit?”
Harry hoped she didn’t catch the stress he put on ‘my girlfriend’ but she did. That’s actually something he liked so much about her, that she caught onto the smallest things.
“Y-Yeah.” she nodded a bit surprised at his explanation.
“That’s very nice of you, Harry. Thank you.” she smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

Once the flowers were placed in the middle of her kitchen table in the prettiest vase she could find Harry started to squirm around. His visit was a surprise to her even though he’s done that a couple of times since they’ve been together. It was clear that he wanted something or else they would already be on her couch, making out or maybe in her bed, cuddling.
“Harry, what’s going on?” she asked him softly as she sat down across from him, moving the flowers to the side so she could see his face.
“We have to talk.”
Her heart dropped at his words. He wanted to talk? What was it that her friend once said? A relationship starts with 'can we talk’ and ends with 'we have to talk’?
“A-About what?”
Harry closed his eyes briefly and reached out across the table for her hands.
“You remember when I’ve been to Jamaica?”
“Yeah. That’s only been three months ago, Harry.” she replied confused.
“Yes. And I used my time there to write songs and work on my solo stuff. And we… We weren’t together back then, right?”
“No, we weren’t.”
What followed was a long pause which Harry spent with playing with her fingers and sighing every few seconds.
“I swear to god Harry, if you slept with someone-”
“No! Oh my god, no. Of course not. I would never-. Darling, I’ve already been yours back then even though we weren’t official.”
“Then what are you trying to tell me?”
She was starting to get impatient with him, he knew it. And he also knew how much she disliked it when somebody couldn’t just talk.
“I actually didn’t realize it until yesterday when Mum and Gemma listened to my album for the first time but they told me to go and talk to you about it. To warn you, I guess.”
“About what?”
“The songs I wrote… They’re pretty personal.”
“Harry, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on right now I’m gonna strangle you.”
He almost laughed at her words, she would never lay a hand on him. She could never hurt him. But this wasn’t amusing. It was very much serious.
“I wrote songs about a few relationship from my past. And it’s just… When you listen to the songs it might seem like I really loved these girls or that I still do but I want you to know that that’s not true. I cared about them and I still do to an extent but not the way I do about you. You… You became so important to me over the last few months and I… The feelings I have for you are so strong and they get stronger with each second.”
“Harry-”
“I’m not finished. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t want you to be upset when you listen to my songs. Writing about my experiences… I think that’s exactly the closure I needed to get over all of that stuff for good.”
“Harry, that’s absolutely okay for me. I know that artists write about their experiences and I’d be stupid to think you’d write about anything else. Really, I’m completely fine.” she reassured him with a gentle squeeze to his hand.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes finally finding hers when he saw that her words were mirrored in them he felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I just worried you’d be upset.”
“I’m not. S'nice that you warned me though.” she grinned.
Harry’s heart fluttered at her smile and he couldn’t help but lift her hand to his mouth and press countless soft kisses against her knuckles.
“Umm… You might wonder if I wrote something about you. And I have, there are countless scribbles in my notebook about that one girl that took my breath away and stole my heart the second I laid my eyes on her and hasn’t returned it ever since but… I wanted to keep them to myself for the time being. We weren’t together back then and I was scared you wouldn’t wait for me and then I would have made a complete fool of myself or maybe I would have scared you away and I didn’t want that.”
A soft giggle left her lips and she shook her head head at him. She raised from her chair and walked the few steps towards him, sitting down on his lap once she reached him. Her hands touched his cheeks, her thumbs stroking over the soft skin of his cheeks.
“You are literally the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I don’t think I’ve told you but ever since we’re together I’ve been so happy. Probably the happiest I’ve ever been. It’s probably way to early to say that I love you but I do.”
He looked at her with pure adoration and admiration before he whined softly and dropped his head to her shoulder.
“Take it back.”
“What?” she asked him with a quiet chuckle.
“'I love you’. Take it back.”
“Why?” she asked, this time with wordy lacing her voice.
Harry lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her with a pout on his lips.
“I wanted to be the first to say it.”
She stared at him for a moment before soft giggles bubbled up in her throat.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” he whined again.
“What am I supposed to tell our children when they ask how I told that I love you for the first time?”
“You’ll just make up a story. You cooked a delicious meal for me and then we took a bath together and just before I fell asleep in your arms in front of the fireplace you whispered those three little words.” she laughed.
“No. I won’t lie to our children. We’ll be a honest family, no lies.”
“You know what? I’ll officially take it back then.”
A silly grin spread over Harry’s lips then, his arms wrapping around Y/N’s body and pulling her tightly to his chest.
“Darling?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” he whispered.
“What, you do?” Y/N asked with playful shock.
“Yes, I do.” he rolled his eyes.
“I love you too.”

BTS as what Stiles Stilinski would say
  • Seokjin: SOMEBODY NEEDS TO SEX ME RIGHT NOW
  • Yoongi: I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. Sarcasm is my only defense!
  • Hoseok: Sorry, coach. I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him.
  • Namjoon: Yeah, it's called heartbreak. About two billion songs written about it.
  • Jimin: <i>*to taehyung*</i> I LOVE YOU
  • Taehyung: Personally, I am a fan of ignoring a problem until it all goes away.
  • Jungkook: <i>*when somebody tells him he's a horrible person*</i> I know. It keeps me awake at night.

You know what’s great about fairy tales that haven’t been made into Disney movies?  How completely bullshit they are.  Like, if it’s a popular enough fairy tale that it’s gotten its own movie, a lot of the completely random-seeming shit has probably been excised from that version.  If it’s just been left to molder since people stopped drinking beer for breakfast, started being able to read on a massive scale, and learned how not to give themselves ergot poisoning every winter…well, it might just sound like something a sleep-deprived kindergartener made up.


“Here, dearest sister, take this vial of water.  If it turns cloudy, you’ll know I’m sick.  If it turns red as blood, you’ll know I’m dead.”

“This is a very useful thing, dearest brother, as reliable post hasn’t been invented yet, and you’re going to just wander around until you make your fortune.  I have only one question.”

“Yes?”

“Where the hell did you get this?”

“What?”

“Where did you get a vial of water that magically knows if you’re sick or dead?  Like, did you just pick it up at the market?  Did you have to go see a witch?  How much did you pay for this?  The whole reason you’re leaving is that we’re fucking broke.”

“I just…it was just lying around.”

“What, in the attic?”

“I guess?”

“Why would we have a vial of water that can tell if you’re sick or dead just lying around in the attic?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe we can ask those animals that tricked the robbers out of their cabin in the woods.  They seem to know what they’re doing.”

“The animals…that tricked the robbers…out of their cabin.”

“Yes.”

“I hate this town.”


“Young man, if you let me sit by your fire, I’ll give you a sack of gold that can never be emptied.”

“Why would you be just wandering around alone dressed like a beggar if you have a sack of gold that can never be emptied?”

“I just…am.  Fuck you.  You want the sack or not?  Because I am dog tired, and freezing cold, and offering you a magic money-sack if I can just take a load off.”

“This is the sort of magic sack that’s going to make me really happy for like six weeks and then I’m going to get murdered in my sleep by trolls, isn’t it?”

“…yes.  Do you want it or not?”

“What the hell, with plague going around again, I’m probably not going to live more than another few months, anyway.”

“That’s the sort of can-do spirit murder-trolls love to see!”

“What?”

“Nothing.”


“Young lady, I’m very hungry, won’t you please share your bread with me?”

“Shit.  Are you the sort of stray dwarf I’m supposed to help, or are you going to murder me unless I start hitting you with a stick right now?”

“…what?”

“Those are my two options, right?  I mean, I can’t just say nah, I only have enough for me, and keep on walking.  I have to either feed you or beat the hell out of you.  So which is it?  I don’t want to get magic-murdered for picking wrong.  The last person you turned into a stone or a goat or whatever, what’d they do?”

Why is every traveler on this road so fucking weird?  I just want a hunk of bread, lady.“

“So you’re not magic?”

“Oh, well.  Yeah, of course I’m magic.”

“But you’re not going to do anything magic right now.”

“Are you on some bizarre quest to marry a prince even though you have absolutely no idea how to run a kingdom?”

“No, of course not.  Jesus.”

“Then–”

“I’m trying to figure out how to turn my seven brothers from dead swans back into humans permanently.”

“Your brothers were turned into dead swans.”

“I mean, I don’t really mind, because they transform back into men at night, but my fiance won’t get married until the mill’s courtyard isn’t full of dead swans all day.  He thinks it’s gruesome.”

“Why would anyone turn your brothers into dead swans?”

“We think the local witch was just trying to turn them into swans.  Or maybe kill them.  She was on a bender, so she can’t really remember.”

“Okay, but why?”

“My brothers were kind of dicks, before they got stuck as dead swans all day.“

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if you give me half your bread, I’ll tell you how to turn them back into people full-time.”

“Why are you being so nice all the sudden?”

“Because I now really need a beer, and I hate drinking on an empty stomach.”


“Young woman, who is coincidentally very beautiful and very virtuous even though you grew up very poor in a time when that very well may have meant chronic malnutrition and seeing family members literally die of hunger, you may have the hand of the prince in marriage if you can lift his curse.”

“Okay, yeah, I’m pretty sure I can do that.  I’ve got some good fairies backing me up, and also half the animal kingdom.”

“That’s very impressive.”

“Yeah, I did a lot of really random stuff and went vegan for a while, and now apparently everything under the sun owes me.“

“Well, you’ll enjoy your time as a princess, then!”

“Well, before we do that, I thought maybe we should talk about why the curse was put on him in the first place.  Maybe you could tell me who did it, and why, and if we know where they are now.  Maybe we could sort of come up with a plan for dealing with them.  You know, after I break the curse.”

“Why would we do that?”

“Well, somebody sort of turned the prince into a giant fish and made it so fishermen can’t stop trying to catch him, so it seems like they might just try something else if we undo that.  I want to be ready.”

“Nonsense.  This curse was a one-time thing.”

“The witch still lives like right next door, yes?”

“Yes, but she’s calmed down a lot since she did this.”

“She just turned a guy into a newt last week.”

“But she likes us now.”

“Not enough to undo the curse, though.”

“Well, no.”

“So, we should probably have a plan, right?”

“Nooooooo?”

“Okay, I’m going to keep walking until I find an enchanted prince with more sensible parents.  Peace out, your majesties.”

Mystic Messenger: V’s Route Walkthrough (Days 5-11)

V’s Common Route Bad Ends | V’s Route Chat/Calls Times | Walkthrough Masterpost

Read before you start:

  • These are the answers I chose. There’s probably more than 1 way to reach each different outcome in the story, you are free to pick different answers.  
  • This walkthrough may not be 100% accurate. Follow the choices at your own risk.
  • Missed Chats: Cost 15 hgs to unlock
    Calling V & Saeran “Ray”: Cost 10 hgs. As of now, these two don’t have calling cards, & are not included in the “all characters” calling cards from the VIP package. 
  • Heart Color Meaning: 
    • V: Mint | Unknown/Ray: Magenta | Jumin: Purple | 707: Red | Yoosung: Green | Jaehee: Yellow | Zen: Gray
  • CGS unlocked with this walkthrough:  
    • V: 34/37 | Unknown/Ray: 6/6 | Jumin: 6/6 | 707: ¾ | Yoosung: 1/1 | Jaehee: ¾ | Zen: 5/6

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**I want to play blindly and see what endings I can achieve on my own. Please DO NOT send me spoilers**

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vandrecer  asked:

Hi!!! :) I love your writing <3 , it is awesome and it is so accurate with the characters' personalities. And I would like to see, if you want and can :) , how it would be with the RFA, Saeran and V with a hacker MC. It would be interesting. And also I send tons of love and hugs. Be happy! :D

ww, you’re so sweet

I was quite sleepy and drunk when I wrote this, have no idea if this makes sense, but I’m pretty sure some of them are completely crazy.

Try to roll with me on this lolol:

RFA + Saeran and V with a hacker MC

Zen

  • His photos and performance videos were being spread like a virus again.
  • But now in emails of the most important producers and directors in Hollywood .
  • And Seven was the one to tell him that, so he wasn’t the responsible for it.
  • So who did it?
  • I mean, the pics are all very flattering, it’s not like this person is doing something bad. “Whoever did this probably likes you a lot?” “More than MC?” “Maybe somebody just like MC…”
  • He keeps thinking about this, it’s ridiculous, he knows it. But there’s nothing wrong about asking, right?
  • “Babe, hear me out on this. I was with Seven trying to figure out who spread those pictures and he said it could have been you! Can you imagine?” he laughs, you don’t. Oh… you can do much more than imagine.
  • “B-babe?” “Zen… I thought that was a good way to try to tell you?” “Tell me what, MC?” “That I’m a hacker.”
  • So… many… questions! And he’s so worried that you might get involved in thinks like those emails leaked from Sony Pictures that time or even more dangerous stuff.
  • You shrug telling him hacking isn’t really your thing, it’s more like a hobby. But it could still be a problem for his career if anybody ever finds out about this… he’s worried, you’re worried, but you both telling each other everything will be fine.
  • “But, please, babe. Be careful!” you will, you have been careful for a while now. And you work by yourself, so it’s hard to associate you to an agency or to someone.
  • And he still worries, but it’s not like he couldn’t complain when he got an invitation to a screen test in Hollywood. Thanks to you.

 

Yoosung

  • Here he is playing LOLOL while you are reading a book.
  • “This guy is good! It’s the third time he beats me!” “Then don’t let him!” you say mindlessly. “I’m trying, but I think he’s using some cheat code or something.”
  • You go to him and watch as the guy beats your boyfriend again, and yeah… it seems suspicious…
  • “Let me try something, honey.” You type something really fast and Yoosung just watches it.
  • He would feel really aroused having you almost sitting in his lap, but you look terrifyingly serious, and this is about LOLOL, so he’s very serious too.
  • “Done. This guy won’t be a problem for you anymore, honey.” You kiss his forehead and walk away. He has no idea what you’ve done, but… all the items the guy collected before now belong to him.
  • So forget LOLOL for a while, he’s more curious about you. “What was that, MC?” “Hum? Oh, you were right, that guy was using a cheat code, but blocking him was child’s play, don’t worry, honey.”
  • “But… how do you know how to… block cheat codes and… basically accessing the database of the game?” “Ah, yeah… I’m kinda like a hacker or something…”
  • “A HACKER? LIKE SEVEN? SO YOU DO DANGEROUS STUFF LIKE HIM? ARE YOU BEING CHASED, MC? IS THE FBI AFTER YOU? IS THE MIB AFTER YOU?” “Well, I’m an earthling, I don’t think I’m a threat to the MIB, Yoosung…”
  • “THIS IS SERIOUS! MC, I’LL PROTECT YOU!  TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO AND I’LL DO IT!” you giggle, mainly because you know it’s true.
  • It took a while for him to understand hacking is more like a hobby, you’re not really interested in making money out of getting information. It’s not really worth the trouble, you know?
  •  He is still a little shocked with all your bluntness about this, but as long as you’re not doing anything dangerous, he won’t say anything. And if you want to teach him some cheat codes, he won’t complain either.

Jaehee

  •  You cut the crap and told her as soon as you started dating
  • She’s confused… you’re like Luciel, but without the disgusting eating habits and the weird sense of humor?
  • And you’re more like a freelancer? Okay…
  • And you’ve been dealing with some shady stuff like hacking into government databases? Okay…
  • Cool…
  • OF COURSE THIS ISN’T COOL!
  • She’s so scared, it’s all over the news! People are calling you a terrorist! And why would you even tell her this? You want her to be your partner in crime or something?
  • “I just told you because I trust you.” You smile sweetly, and for one minute she forgets all those terrifying thoughts, but just for one minute.
  • “Okay, thanks for trusting me. Now tell me what you’re thinking for your plans if you ever have to run away?” “I…”
  • “Oh my God, MC! You don’t have a plan? Okay, so here’s what we’re gonna do…”
  • And this woman spent the next two hours telling you all the logistics for you eventually having to leave the country. You will definitely follow them if you ever need to, but right now… you’re just shocked with this clever woman standing before you.
  • She really isn’t as innocent as everybody thinks, huh? Just like you…

Jumin

  • You told him.
  • Better tell him before he finds out with you being arrested or something, right?
  • “I’m a hacker, I leaked those emails. No, I’m not quitting just so you don’t get worried about my safety.”
  • “I love this, Jumin! I truly do! You have no idea how amazing it is! Information is power! And I have the biggest power in my hands. And people need to know what happens behind the curtains when it comes to politics and companies and capitalism and…nnnggg.”
  • He interrupts you with a kiss.
  • “J-Jumin?” “I’m not pleased, but you’re passionate about this. I won’t get in the way of your passion or your life.”
  • “But…”  “Isn’t that what you want from me?” That’s exactly what you need from him, you just didn’t know it could be that easy to get.
  • “Do what you have to do. I also have power, so I can bail you out if you ever need me to.” Whoaaaa, is he serious?
  • “But be careful, don’t do anything reckless.” YES, SIR!
  • So yeah, he doesn’t show much how concerned he is, and you see how hard he is trying to give you space.
  • But he’s also very impressed. Information is power, indeed. There are very interesting things in what you do that could be useful for him.
  • So guess who’s being paid by Jumin Han to find important stuff on market sales?

Saeyoung

  • You didn’t tell him.
  • You showed him.
  • This boy says he’s done with hacking, but deep down, he misses the rush a bit.
  • So why not do this as a game for old time’s sake? He wouldn’t be in danger if he played along inside your own little game.
  • It starts with you disabling his security system and sending enigmatic messages.
  • Then you mess with his cars, programming the GPS to send him to this particular address.
  • Okay, he was so mad and desperately trying to fire back, but he has to admit: this hacker is good.
  • Then he sees the address and… your house? OH SHIT! Are you in danger? You quickly call him on your most friendly voice telling him some random thing just for him to know you’re fine. So… what the hell?
  • He goes to your place with a taser gun. Maybe the hacker didn’t attack you yet? They were just waiting him to show up?
  • He enters your living room and he almost falls in his back. You’re alone… wearing lingerie and messing with your phone.
  • He gets a notification in his phone, a text from the hacker: “Kudos on passing through the phases, now it’s time to meet the boss of this game.”
  • He had so many questions, but that would have to wait a little… No need to say he took you to the space station without ever leaving the room.

Saeran

  • He was suspecting for a while now.
  • You spend as much time on your laptop as him and his brother.
  • And trying to find out what you’re doing turns out to be more difficult than he thought, like… you know a way to shut him out.
  • “How are you doing this?” he asks all of a sudden. “Doing what?” “Blocking me and my attempts to hack into your stuff?”
  •  “Why are you trying to hack into my stuff?” touché “Because I think you’re onto something.”
  • “Like what?” you tease him. “Like hacking.”
  • “Hum… am I?” “I don’t know, that’s what I’m trying to find out. So stop blocking me!” “Try me…” OH, IT’S ON!
  • And the first Hacking Challenge began. He was attacking you with everything he has, you were defending yourself and using you weapons too.
  • At some moment, he got so caught up with this he almost forgot why he was doing this. It was fun, after all.
  • And as he couldn’t beat you, he turned off his computer and got away all grumpy, yeah, he’s a bad loser…
  • You went after him, saying you were sorry and you could make it up to him. He grinned, expecting for something dirty, but your idea was even better.
  • “How about we join forces to mess with Saeyoung a little?”

V

  • You told him.
  • He was a person with many secrets who dated another person with many secrets.
  • It was time to break this cycle, right?
  • He looked shocked, and sad.
  • Have you risking yourself like this, after all you two have been through…
  • He was scared, for you and… of you?
  • But he needed to know. “Why do you do this, MC?”
  • “Because people deserve to know the truth, Jihyun. You know how tiring it can be to keep hiding things like this. And let me tell you, if it’s tiring for you, it can be terrifying and… even dangerous for the people who doesn’t know these secrets. People deserve to know, V! And if I can manage to tell them, why wouldn’t I?”
  • Well, if you put it like that… he knows some secrets should never be secrets, people like hackers have the resources to share these secrets, if he were a hacker, if he had these resources, wouldn’t he do the same?
  • He hugs you all of a sudden and kisses your head. It feels good, but yet you’re very surprised.
  •  “I’m so proud of you, my love.” Oh… okay, that’s good.
  • “But be careful and don’t be imprudent, or I’ll end up being imprudent too in order to protect you.” You have no doubt on how serious he is being right now.
First of all let me just say I know what you mean when you say you can’t live without him, I know how much it breaks your heart to think about him sleeping next to someone who isn’t you. I know how much it makes your soul bleed to have to picture your life without him, trust me, I know. And I know that right now you’re utterly convinced that he is the one for you even though deep down you know he isn’t, but right now the idea of him feels so right and you don’t want to start over with somebody else. But let me tell you that your heart beat way before him and your lungs could breathe way before you even knew of his existence and they’ll continue to do so way after he’s gone. Life has no pause button, it goes on with or without you. You cannot continue to force something that is out of your control. If it isn’t right anymore you have to be able to admit that and walk away from it even if you think it’ll burn your life to the ground because you don’t think you can breathe without him, newsflash: you can and you will, because sometimes you have no other choice.
—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write
One Last Time

Originally posted by soyiyoyo

Request: Would you like please make a Imagine Chekov properly saying goodbye to the ship’s crew? Because I need that - @putthephaserdownplease

A/N: I deleted the playlist a made to make my friend cry when I moved like a week before getting the request and it would have been such perfect mood music for this. I feel like that karma for making a playlist of song that would make my friend cry. Also Keenser’s totally find; you guys don’t have to worry. Little guy just got all tuckered out. 

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Dark Cupid - A Summary
  • Marinette: gotta see what the boy's writing
  • Adrien: *thinking* fuck
  • Mme Bustier: can anyone tell me why people always make out in fairy tales
  • Rose: bc love conquers all
  • Mme Bustier: that's cheesy af but okay
  • Bell: ring ring
  • Adrien: this is trash
  • Nino: like me
  • Adrien: lmao
  • Marinette: waaAAAIT what did it SAY
  • Marinette: *sticks head in trash*
  • Chloe: Marinette wtf
  • Sabrina: she's finding clothes where I find mine
  • Chloe: that's so fucking true
  • Marinette: can you leave I'm busy
  • Chloe: k bye I love u
  • Marinette: sure bye
  • Marinette: Tikki who the fuck this talking about
  • Tikki: you
  • Tikki: stupid bitch
  • Marinette: ALYA HOLY SHIT
  • Alya: what
  • Marinette: I think Adrien wrote a poem about me
  • Alya: woooAH
  • Marinette: imma write back to him
  • Alya: wait what
  • Max: science told me this vry pretty badge will make her fall in love with you
  • Kim: bro thanks
  • Marinette: what are you doing
  • Max: Kim's asking somebody who is not me on a date
  • Alya: well damn that sucks
  • Kim: ur making me feel bad
  • Marinette: go ask her Kim you'll be fine
  • Kim: thnx
  • Kim: *sprints vry fast*
  • Chloe: yep yep I need gold
  • Kim: hey
  • Universe: *tries to tell Kim that this girl ain't the person for him*
  • Chloe: lmao lemme just
  • Chloe: okay bye
  • Kim: *overdramatic sob*
  • Hawkmoth: ooooo boy lets make trouble
  • Akuma: flappity flap
  • Kim: damn let's make drama
  • *bunch of shit happens*
  • Marinette: right I'm dropping this in right now
  • Alya: look at this photo of Kim
  • Marinette: oh
  • Alya: hope banana head doesn't do that to you
  • Marinette: FUCK
  • Alya: I was joking *gets shot* no I wasn't fuck you
  • Marinette: oh no
  • Chat: ladybug thanks for showing up
  • Ladybug: no worries
  • Chat: look I l... LOOK OUT
  • Ladybug: CHAT
  • Chat: haha you suck
  • Ladybug: ugh get off me
  • *more shit*
  • Ladybug: oh right to get things back to normal I gotta kiss this cat
  • Chat: don't do that
  • Ladybug: *kisses him vry passionately*
  • Chat: once again I take that back
  • *even more meaningless shit*
  • Marinette: omg I forgot to sign it again
  • Alya: you worthless idiot
  • *fin*

anonymous asked:

Eep! Headcanons of Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima on seeing their lovely bride walk down the aisle on their wedding day? Thank you! :3

legit, this is so cute.

Kirishima Eijirou

Kirishima wanted a traditional wedding, you somehow convinced him to keep his hair down. He didn’t want to, but he eased up to it when people complimented his hair and said he looked manly.

-The anticipation is killing him. He’s sweating like crazy and his palms are clammy.

-Crap! If his palms are clammy, you’re gonna be grossed out when you hold his hands. He wipes them like every 5 seconds off of his jacket just to make sure.

-He promises himself not to cry, he’s had a lump in his throat since he had started getting dressed that morning.

-Yet as soon as he sees your dress flowing down the aisle, as if it’s carrying you on your own, he breaks his promise as he feels his eyes stinging. He convinces himself it’s sweat, he knows it’s not.

-He has a dorky smile that he can’t help, he tries to straighten his face but he just can’t. His dorky smile shines brighter when he hears you giggle at his face at the end of the aisle.

-”Come on, Kirishima. Real men cry. REal MeN CrY”

-As you make it to the end of the aisle tears stream down his face, you grab his hands and notice they’re soaked.

Todoroki Shoto

-We all know Todoroki would want an Eastern styled wedding, that is what he got. 

-They catalog had hair styles that were all unappealing to him, seemingly mixing his hair colors together. All he had asked for was to keep his two hair colors apart at all costs. 

-He would only let you do his hair, so you kept it simple and kept the red part out of the way. He was rather pleased when he saw himself in the mirror.

-He would invite his mother, who would most likely sit in the back and smile at her son the whole time. Keeping from conversing with others, just admiring.

-As soon as he sees you in your Kimino, It’s like his whole world stops. He can feel his shaking lips curl into a smile, think about how gorgeous you looked and how unreal this whole thing is. 

-He feels like the most luckiest man on the earth to have somebody as great as you love him, he feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

-”Y/N.. I am.. so happy. Right now.” 

Bakugou Katsuki

-Literally did not care what kind of wedding he had, as long as you were happy. You had planned it with his mother, who made a HUGE deal out of it.

-As much to his dismay, he growled at his mother as she gelled his spiky hair down. He had already brushed it, what more could she want from him?

-Kirishima would be his best man, br0s for lyfe

-Kirishima would tell him it’s okay to be nervous. “I’m not nervous, you fuckhead.”

-HE WAS NERVOUS.

-A little more rational than the other two though, he grew impatient waiting for you to come down the aisle. Geez, how long could it take? she already looks good all the time.

-He doesn’t want to have a weird face while you walk down the aisle, but as soon as you walk out he feels his lips curl into a smirk. You were all his, and everybody there knows it.

-He’s lowkey mad that he feels his face heating up and his hands get sweaty, the last thing he wants is to make a fool of himself.

-He takes your hands into his and as soon as you make eye contact, his hands blow up. 

-Dumbass.

His head was pounding to the beat of his heart. It hurt even without that, only intensifying at each beat. Everything hurt his head, the lights, his boyfriends humming, even thinking was too much for him.

“Will… please be quiet…” he begged in a whisper.

Will stopped humming and looked at Nico. They were both on the couch but at separate ends. Will had been poured over patient files, converting notes to his permanent records. He hadn’t even noticed he was humming. Nico could be moody at times but he didn’t think that was why his boyfriend suddenly snapped at him like that.

He was curled in on himself, he was paler than usual and the dark bags under his eyes were even more pronounced now. “Nico? A-are you feeling alright, babe.”

He groaned then mumbled, “m'fine,” sounding anything but. He spoke through clenched teeth like he was in pain, which of course he was.

“You shouldn’t lie to your doctor.” Will pointed out, earning another groan from his poorly looking boyfriend.

“Gods, I said I’m fine Will!” He said angrily, wincing as it caused his head to hurt more. “Just be quiet.” He snapped.

“Geez! Somebody sure is pissy tonight.” Will sassed back.

Nico looked at him and frowned, his angry expression softening. “Sorry babe… S'just a headache.” He was much quieter right now, clearly it was becoming more and more painful for him.

Will set his papers down and completely faced him now. “Are you going to tell me what’s really going on?”

Nico groaned yet again. “You really are a significant annoyance. I don’t feel well, alright? Happy now Mr. Sunshine?”


He frowned. “Not particularly. How could I be happy when you’re clearly feeling ill? Now what’s going on? What hurts?” He asked in that doctor-like way.

He rolled his eyes and winced. “Uh… My head is trying to murder me, my stomach keeps flipping inside me, I think I might have a fever too.” That was it but he felt so crummy it didn’t seem like it could only be three things giving him so much grief.

Will scooted over and felt his forehead, whistling in response which caused Nico to wince. “Sorry, sweetie. That’s some fever you’ve got..” He stood up.

“Where are you going!?” Nico asked looking panicked.

“Easy, Nico, I am just going to go get the thermometer so I can get a real read on this.” He pointed to Nico in general, who launched himself of the couch saying he wanted to go with but suddenly he crumpled to the ground in front of him.

“Nico!” Will shouted, trying to catch him but Nico was able to control the fall, going to his knees then all fours.

“Ahhh! Quiet! Please…” he held his temples and squeezed his eyes shut. “I just got up too fast…it made me dizzy.”

Will looked at him with worry and slowly helped Nico sit in a more comfortable way than on his hands and knees. “Why don’t I help you to bed and I’ll go get the thermometer?”

He had already lost his fight against not being found out, there was no reason to play it down anymore and now the only thing he wanted was to sleep without seeing his dinner again. He nodded and allowed Will to help him up and help him to bed.



When Will had taken his temperature earlier it had read at 102.9 which had explained why his head had hurt so badly. He fell asleep right away after his temperature was taken.

Nico wasn’t even awake, his body reacted without him being alert enough to stop himself. Will woke to a horrible sound and something hot and wet on his back. He was relatively unphased as this happened several times in his life, being a doctor and all. He slowly got up trying to avoid spreading the mess around. He could hear Nico being sick again before he could turn around, when he did he noticed Nico wasn’t actually awake.

“Oh Neeks…” He tisked lightly. He carefully removed his own shirt that was now soiled with Nico’s stomach contents. As he did this Nico threw up again. The mess was now spread out in front of his mouth and clinging to his cheek.

Nico himself was curled into a tight ball, laying on his side with an expression of misery etched on his face. When Will pulled the comforter off of his frail frame he saw that Nico was shivering violently and he had his arms wrapped protectively around his midsection. He had thrown up at least four times now and he still hadn’t woken up yet.

Will got out of bed and started to lift him up and into his arms. Only when he was being moved did he wake up. He was burning with fever much higher than before, and mostly unaware of what was happening. “Shit, you’re on fucking fire, Nico!”

Will picked him up and carried him to the bathroom, stripping them both down to only their boxers. He had to chuckle as he found Nico to be wearing the ones with hearts made of bones that he got him for Valentines day. His laughter short lived as Nico began dry heaving. He started the water in the tub turning on the shower to a chilly barely warm stream and grabbed Nico again. He sat under the water and laid Nico atop himself, letting his naked body be chilled by the luke-warm stream.

After what felt like an eternity Nico started to stir. “Hhnnnng….” He moaned, then whined, “Isss cooold….!”

Will kissed him, so thrilled he was awake enough to feel it. “Oh thank the gods! Nico! You’re alive!”

“Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just an expression,” he said rolling his eyes. “How do you feel?”

“Wet…and not in the fun way…” He mumbled. “I feel sick…”

“Yeah, well, you’ve soiled our bed. I’ll clean it up when your fever is lower.”

“You know, I am not Percy, the water doesn’t help me feel better.” Nico pointed out, starting to shiver.

Will just rolled his eyes. “It will lower your fever.”

“I-if you s-say s-so.” he said grumpily, curling up and nuzzling deeper into Will’s freckly chest, seeking out any warmth he could find.

“I’ll get you better, I promise.”

“I know.” Nico mumbled into his chest.