sometimes you make sacrifices

“Shut Up.” {Shiro x Reader}

Prompt: “Loving you is too hard.”

Pairing: Shiro x Reader

    You curled yourself on the steps of the main room, the healing pod beeping behind you, being the only thing that is letting you know that Shiro is still alive. Everytime you finally managed to drift off to sleep, the beeping noise would wake you up, startled.

    You had never been so scared in your life. This was the fourth time Shiro had managed to get himself locked inside of a healing pod, the fourth time he had been staring death in the eye without a second thought to anybody else.

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The Lost Legacy and letting go

Was just thinking about how Nadine and Chloe go through a sort of reversal of positions - at the beginning of the story, Nadine is still clinging to the idea of getting back control of Shoreline; she feels responsible for how the Libertalia job went to shit and thinks this is how she can atone for failing the people who followed her, for failing herself. Chloe, meanwhile, refuses to be bound to anything. The insurgency is not her fight, Asav’s megalomania is not her problem so long as it doesn’t interfere with getting the tusk.

But as they explore Hoysala we see how the ancient kings loved and protected their nation, and Chloe starts to feel a stronger connection to her own people. Nadine realizes that taking back Shoreline won’t change what happened, and the longer she is with Chloe, the less appealing a future of mercenary work serving men like Asav sounds. She chooses Chloe and the future over Shoreline and the past. By the end of the game it’s Chloe who refuses to walk away, who realizes that you sometimes need to make sacrifices for something greater than yourself. It’s about knowing when to cut ties, and knowing when you can’t. Nadine rejects her father’s legacy, and Chloe embraces hers. The game is about love and loyalty and regret, and I’ve been awake too long to get any more coherent than this.

Tldr: I was not expecting the emotional beats from this mini-sequel and I love these two so much.

anonymous asked:

Considering there's now a Power Rangers movie, do you think it is possible that someone will go out there and make a live-action (or fully animated idk) series/movie out of Animorphs? Would you think it wise? We have the know-how to animate morphing and aliens, and there are probably many people out there who started reading Animorphs 20 years ago who are now working in the animation or film industry so the adaptation probably wouldn't stray too far from the original.

You know, I’m not sure Animorphs ever will get its own show or movie again.  I love the current format of turning books or series into entire freaking TV shows (American Gods, Handmaid’s Tale, etc.) and it might be cool to get a second crack at an Animorphs show, but… But I’m conflicted. 

Reasons I’d love to see an Animorphs movie or show:

  • There would be a whole younger generation that we could bring into the fandom!  They could share in our hilarity and pain, which would be awesome.
  • It’s pretty much inevitable that the books would get re-released, which means we’d be able to stop relying on crappy PDFs any time we wanted to reread the series. 
  • Visual media = greater internet fandom. 
    • Seriously, though, TV shows > video games > movies > comics > novels when it comes to online fandoms, and I think a big part of that is the fact that Tumblr, Livejournal, and Reddit are so image-heavy. 
    • And I really WANT this series to be so mainstream there are fandom wars and remixes and hipster-effects.  It’s so frustrating right now when people ask what I’m writing and I usually end up telling the truth but telling it slant (ex: “There aren’t enough stories about stereotypically masculine young men working as administrative assistants, so I decided to…” or “Have you ever thought about how demonic possession would affect neurological processes?  Because I have.”)  And it would be so nice to be able to say “I’m writing about Animorphs,” and have other people go “Oh, that super-disturbing series with the oatmeal jokes?” 
  • There are some REALLY FREAKING COOL images in the series that it would be really freaking cool to see on a screen.  For instance: the huge hellish cavern where the yeerk pool is located, the iskoort and their backward knees, Cassie becoming a whale-osprey-human-andalite hybrid for a hot second in midair, Ax jumping backward over a swimming pool by accident, that freaking veleek, etcetera. 

Reasons the idea of an Animorphs movie or show fills me with trepidation:

  • Have you SEEN AniTV?  I didn’t think it was possible for writing that good to get turned into scripting that bad, and yet.
  • Whitewashing.  DragonBall-Z, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Ghost in the Shell, Death Note, and Cloud Atlas all took minority characters from the original works and cast white actors.  AniTV itself whitewashed Eva and Ax.  I’d rather have no screen adaptation at all than one with an all-white cast or one that tokenizes any or all of the characters.
  • It’d be super-easy for the grey-and-black morality of the books to get lost in translation, which could lead to deeply unfortunate consequences if the kids are shown killing controllers left and right with abandon.  (See: Seasons 5 - 10 of Supernatural and the number of completely innocent humans the “heroes” straight-up MURDER because they happen to be in the way.)
  • Hollywood is allergic to tragedy.
    • The movie adaptations of Blood and Chocolate, I Robot, Catching Fire, Ender’s Game, Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, A Series of Unfortunate Events, I Am Legend, The Golden Compass, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief, Ella Enchanted, and Charlotte’s Web all took ambiguous or unhappy endings and made them fit the Hollywood mold, not only by having everything wrapped up with a nice bow (and no dead characters) at the end, but also by back-fitting genuinely original stories into tired and unoriginal tropes.
    • Animorphs would not be Animorphs if almost every book didn’t end with the characters not sure what they learned this week, outside of “war sucks, and then you die.” It definitely wouldn’t be Animorphs if the last two books weren’t all about how sometimes you have to make terrible sacrifices to stop evil.  I have a sneaking suspicion Hollywood would try to sweep all of that under the rug, especially if the screen adaptation was geared for the same audience as the books.
  • I’d be worried about the portrayal of the hosts.
    • As it is, AniTV already has some super fridge-horrifying moments that come from the writers’ failure to distinguish between yeerks and yeerk hosts.  Tom and Melissa make out and possibly sleep together while he’s definitely a controller and she might be as well, and the way that the series plays it for laughs suggests that no one did the math that 33 - 50% of the individuals in that relationship are physically incapable of giving consent.  The series also plays Chapman getting spattered with oatmeal and Iniss 226 going insane for laughs, even though the implications for poor ol’ Henrick are pretty horrifying. The books take the time to have the characters debate whether harming the hosts is worth it to harm the yeerks; the show genuinely doesn’t have the time to do that in its 25-minute run and so leaves those problematic questions out. 
    • Similarly, it is super-easy to slide into victim-blaming where the controllers are concerned.  The books can give us moments like Naomi saying “You were Visser One,” and Eva coming back with “I beg your fucking pardon?” (I paraphrase).  They can have the heartbreaking scenes with Jake imagining what Tom thinks or feels while some alien acts uses him to try to kill their dad.  Visual media can’t necessarily convey that information, and would necessarily have to cast actors as Visser One, Visser Three, etc. who almost never stop to play the parts of Eva or Alloran.  As Supernatural demonstrates (sorry to keep picking on this show), it’s really easy to forget there’s an innocent human who doesn’t get a choice about being used as a weapon or being caught in the crossfire.  It could be so freaking easy to make Tom or Eva or Chapman or Alloran themselves into villains by just forgetting that the host exists at all. 

Anyway, that’s all a very long-winded way of me saying that I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT A LIVE-ACTION ADAPTATION OR NOT.  Also that I care too much about the meatsuits, but anyone who follows this blog probably knew that by now. 


*entire masterlist*

all my imagines that I wrote everyday in february, enjoy! (inspired by dodie clark doing vedif) 

day one: Ashton - That Band

it was just a festival, until she bumped into someone who caused things to take an unexpected twist.

day two: Luke - Alive, just

crushed by the waves, amnesia ridden and unable to remember the one closest to her.

day three: Michael - Nightmares No More 

he was her safety net, always there to catch her after a bad dream

day four: Calum - Background People

sometimes it’s the one you don’t pay attention to that has the biggest impact.

day five: Ashton - That Band, part two 

she caught a musician’s eye without knowing, now she had to find him.

day six: Luke - Nights Without You 

an unexpected visit from the one she needed most.

day seven: Michael - Ever Growing Love 

who’d of thought that two strangers would’ve impacted so strongly on each others lives, told through the perspective of a close friend. 

day eight: Calum - Passenger 

you go through life as an observer, you see people go by and never know them. but what if you got to, just once without knowing? 

day nine: Ashton - If Only: Part Three

to him she was everything, yet to her he was a stranger to talk to unaware of him being her guardian angel. 

day ten: Luke - Winter Chills

snowball fights on a fresh winter morning, a simple yet sweet way to spend with the person you love. 

day eleven: Michael - Loose Threads: Part Three

devastated from last nights actions she goes to see Michael and hear him out one last time. 

day twelve: Calum - Cheat Day

a surprise order is in store for Calum as he tries his best to be a supportive friend, yet ultimately fails. 

day thirteen: Ashton  - A Day To Remember

both single, both up for an adventure. what a way to spend valentine’s day. 

day fourteen: Luke - Home Comforts

long distance is never easy, sometimes it just takes the sound of his voice to bring you the comfort you truly need. 

day fifteen: Michael - (preference)  #40. Let’s break the rules, just for one night.

all she wanted was something different, but what Michael had in store for her wasn’t what she expected. 

day sixteen: Calum - (preference)  #35. So you’re telling me that you’re dead?

rushing to see her friend who remains in a coma she is unable to hold back her feelings for him, and as they say, comatose patients can hear you. 

day seventeen: Ashton - (preference)  #55. Sometimes the darkest days have bright bursts.

supportive figures come in all forms, even the best friend you’re deeply in love with. 

day eighteen: Luke - (preference)  #44. It was just a walk.

it was just a chat between strangers, nothing else. or at least that was all it was meant to be. 

day nineteen: Michael - Interview 

yet another interview the band had to do whilst she sat out of sight watching, until a story she wished to not hear came to her attention. 

day twenty: Calum - Night Life 

one too many drinks has been known to cause the unexpected to become something else entirely, much to her and Calum’s confusion. 

day twenty one: Ashton - One Sided: Part Seven

it’s no longer just her as her written words screamed for help whilst he silently wished for her to stay.

day twenty two: Luke - Sacrifices 

sometimes to achieve your dreams you have to make the greatest sacrifices, other times they’re made on your behalf. 

day twenty three: Michael - Postcards From My Past 

years and years worth of written care all for her, yet knowing he is soon coming home an apparent hidden message is uncovered. 

day twenty four: Calum - Judgement 

their entire relationship revolved around secrecy, meeting in hidden places to remain out of the world’s eye. but in reality, the secret can hurt more than the truth. 

day twenty five: Ashton - Mistaken Identity 

a last minute night out before she goes back for her last few months at school manage to change all because of a mysterious individual. 

day twenty six: Luke - Old Times 

some messages will always have the same memories, no matter how much time passes or how things change. 

day twenty seven: Michael - Postcards From My Past, part two

with Michael home she has little time to decipher his messages and meanings, but it isn’t easy with the box of postcards that have been collected over the years.

day twenty eight: Calum - A Goodbye

it’s never easy to say goodbye to the ones you love and have grown as a person with but sometimes it’s inevitable. 

thank you for reading wedif, it was certainly an adventure! - catherine x 

anonymous asked:

Hcs for s/o wanting attention from bakugou since hes been so busy in his hero work? (can the hcs be long pls ;-;)

I’ll make them as long as I can anon! :)

Bakugou Katsuki:

  • The best way to get attention from Bakugou… is to annoy Bakugou
  • He’s been waking up before 6am and not getting back until after midnight for a week now, and his S/O was really missing him. 
  • He’s not there when they wake up to let off the usual husky first swear they hear that day. Plus they wake up cold and stiff without him and they really hate that feeling. He’s the best part of sleeping in the bed, as he’s the perfect pillow. The way his arms wrap so perfectly around them, and how his head buries in their hair as his S/O drifts off into slumber.
  • The morning is slow. His S/O works from home so their day is already boring, but when he was around it would always be interesting. The time he broke the coffee machine because it burned him or how his hair is slightly more rough and messy then usual in the first hour of the day
  • The evenings were quiet too. He was the sounds that filled the house: when he cursed and explained his day at Best Jeanist’s agency and how he finally convinced his boss to not only not touch his hair, but also not shove him into those damn skinny jeans.
  • His S/O would try to stay up and wait for him, but would pass out on the couch listening to bad TV into the later hours. He was running late again… must have been a long day since villain attacks were on the rise, yet again
  • Every morning you would wake up in the empty bed again, meaning he had come home, carried you up stairs and then collapsed into sleep himself. Then repeat the cycle every night for the past week
  • Long story short, you were really missing your angry babe and really wanting his attention when his work schedule became normal again.
  • So when he arrived home at around 2pm, you nearly passed out from sheer euphoric excitement to see him stumble through the doorway. He looked bad though: tired red eyes with dark circles, his hair was singed and smelled of something burnt. His arms were no better, wrapped in gauze and his legs stumbled around when he pulled off the more accessorized parts of his costume. 
  • “You’re home… early?” His S/O calls out to him from the staircase.
  • “Fucking finished that shitty mission after a week… and cause I look and feel like shit, Best Jeanist sent me home.”
  • “What mission?”
  • “Some fucking messed up smuggling ring.” He huffs and walks past you. “I’m taking a nap.”
  • He feels his S/O grab his hand and he pauses, confused why he’s being stopped.
  • “Awe does little Baku need to take a nap?” You baby him and watch as his exhausted face becomes a glare.
  • “HUH?” He hollers and glares at his lover. “How the hell am I little? I can kick your ass!”
  • “Oh and you kick it so well Katsuki~” You tease him and come closer to him, pressing a kiss to his neck. You feel his skin heat up and know you’ve gotten him flustered
  • “Shit face… I’m too tired for this..” He pushed his S/O aside and continues to the bedroom.
  • His S/O follows and watches as he strips down to just his boxers. When he pulls at the covers, the rush in and jump onto his side of the bed. His eye twitches and his S/O smiles at him.
  • “Don’t you have work to do fucker?”
  • “Maybe~ But I would rather be here with you!” They giggle and pull at his hand. Since he’s stronger and heavier he does not move an inch. Instead he looks down at his lover and rolls his eyes
  • He’d be stupid to admit he’s missed them. He hated coming home late, and waking up before he could tell them goodbye… but this was the job he chose and sometimes that meant he had to make sacrifices
  • “You stupid asshole. If you’re gonna stay here at least get to your side.” He sighs, knowing the longer he fought them, the more annoying they would get and the more frustrated he was. And currently he had no energy to do so.
  • His S/O nods and takes off their front layer of clothes to lay with him more comfortably. He groans as the jump on the bed a few times, as he’s already laying in bed and wanting to pass out.
  • When his S/O calms down from being so happy to cuddle and spend time with him again, they’ll crawl close to him. He wraps his arms around them in sighs in annoyance.
  • “Why do I fucking date you? You annoy me to no end!”
  • “And you frustrate me to no end with how much of an ass you can be!”
  • He lightly smacks their head and growls. His S/O chuckles as they feel him tighten his grasp on him and push his head into their neck and hair.
  • “Shut the hell up…” 
  • It’s quiet for a while, enough to make you think he fell asleep. Then you hear him say it.
  • “I missed you… sorry for not being around.”
  • You rub your hand through his locks and shake your head.
  • “It’s fine… I knew what I was getting into when I started dating you. I’m more glad you’re safe and back here with me again.”
  • “Dumbass… stop being so good to me. I don’t fucking deserve it.”
  • “You’re right. You don’t”
  • He groans and lets out a long sigh.
  • “God I fucking love you…”
  • “I know you do… and I love you too Katsuki. I love you so much.”
The Little Game of Hearts (Part 1/2)

Requested by anon:  Hey can I request an Isaac/Theo story where the FemaleC is part of the pack and she had this friends with benefits thing going on with Theo during season5 but obviously there were also feelings involved. And after everything went down with Theo and the Dread Doctors, Isaac showed up with Chris to finish his senior year. Theo comes back season 6,FC and Isaac are only friends but at this party she kisses him in front of Theo so he gets the clue that she’s done with him-that as the background

A/N: Thanks for the request! Because it is quite long (no problem there) and I want to do it justice, I decided to split it into two parts: the first one will be about Theo and the friends with benefits thing, the second about the Isaac situation. There is no smut, only making out. Hope you like it! xo

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You turned on your side and sighed with satisfaction as he pressed a soft kiss onto your neck. His arm rested around your waist and his body radiated comfortable warmth. It was perfect. No, it would’ve been perfect if you could actually stay here and your time together wasn’t limited.

“It’s late”, you mumbled unwillingly, realizing that the room has gone darker by the second.

Theo opened his eyes and looked at you with that unreadable expression that was such a big part of him. “I guess it is.”

The answer you would’ve wished for would’ve been: “It doesn’t matter, please stay.” But he never said that. You should’ve gotten used to that by now but it still gave you a sting. At the same time you knew perfectly well that it wouldn’t be okay to be mad at him. You had an agreement and feelings had never been a part of it. When you started seeing each other, you had had no problem with that, but Theo grew on you. And all of a sudden his mysterious persona attracted you more than expected.

However, you weren’t keen on ending this or breaking the agreement. It was too good. Every second you spent with each other was filled with pure passion, something you had never felt before. His kisses and little treatments became your addiction. Although you weren’t even sure if he was your friend, he definitely was the best friend with benefits.

After a while you finally brought yourself to stand up and pick up your underwear. Your skin was still tingling and hot from the sex you had just minutes ago. Theo’s eyes followed you through the room while he stayed in his bed, looking absolutely relaxed. His hair was still messy and his eyes still shining a little too brightly, though. You were never sure if he returned your growing feelings. Sometimes, when you were in his arms and had a quiet, intimate moment, it seemed so. Sometimes not at all.

“You know, a gentleman would accompany me home in the middle of the night”, you claimed before you pulled your shirt over your head. A halfhearted attempt.

Theo smirked. “Your car is standing right outside. Also: you’re a werewolf, you don’t need a gentleman and you’re so not a lady.”

Well, he was probably right. A lady would never play this little game with him.

“Every other girl would be offended now”, you told him nevertheless, turned around and looked at him with raised eyebrows. You were finally fully dressed but he was still naked under the blanket and lay there with his arms behind his neck and an amused grin on his lips. He looked forbidden good.

“But you’re special”, he retorted and it was impossible to say if he meant it or if he was teasing you.

You just rolled your eyes. It would be so much easier if he just stopped playing even for a second. “Right. I am. Maybe I should just search for someone else. Maybe I’m getting bored of you.”

“Really? Didn’t seem so fifteen minutes ago”, he said with unwavering confidence. Sometimes, like in that moment, his smug attitude got on your nerves.

You answered by shooting him a glare. “Maybe I’m just an exceptionally good actress.”

“Oh Y/N, believe me, I know when a girl is faking it and you definitely weren’t”, he objected complacent.

You huffed but you knew you lost. Lying was never an option when sharing the room with supernaturals. Although Theo’s heartrate always seemed to be calm and that was what made it so hard to trust him. Even for you, the person who fell for and slept with him.

“Whatever, I guess I should go now”, you grumbled, fetching the keys from his nightstand. He sat up a little straighter.

“Don’t I get a goodnight kiss?”, he asked expectantly and softly grabbed your arm to keep you from walking away. You frowned at him and his little smile.

“You never asked for one before.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t it?”

His look was intense, catching you and not letting you go. Your pulse quickened immediately, you couldn’t control it. Suddenly you longed for him, a feeling that was only heightened by your werewolf senses, and it was impossible to resist the offer. So you sighed and bent down to press your lips on his.

It was a mistake. At once the kiss sparked a fire inside of you that reared up until it filled your whole body with pure heat. You weren’t able to stop. You moaned and buried your hands in his hair while he swiftly pulled you back down onto the matrass. He embraced you tightly, your tongues intertwined and there it was again, the passion that made everything else unimportant.

You would’ve carried on if you hadn’t remembered that he originally planned on simply letting you leave. That his affection probably hadn’t the same intensity and background as yours. That thought hurt enough to allow you to come back to your senses and pull away. For a second you believed to find a trace of disappointment in his eyes but it was as quickly gone as it appeared.

“I really should go now”, you said, much colder than you intended. He let go of you and you slipped out of the bed once again.

“Okay…”, he mumbled. You ignored his tone and hurried this time as you walked straight at the door.

“Y/N?” You wished to have the strength to keep walking, but of course you turned around.


“You know you can trust me, right?”

You swallowed hard but nodded. You really believed him that night.

Two weeks later you were standing in the rain in the middle of the forest, shivering and struggling to hold back your tears. The betrayal weighed heavy on you and seemed to pull you down to the ground. This was the worst night of your life and he was responsible for it. He was the one who broke your pack apart. And, if you were honest with yourself, also your heart.

Nevertheless, you had to see him. You had to ask him and hear from him how he could do that to you, how he could use you like that. Like you were nothing. You needed answers or you’d never find your peace again.

You twitched when he finally stepped out of the forest onto the clearing. Theo seemed watchful. His eyes were directed at you but you could read nothing in them. Not even a little trace of remorse. He stopped at a safety distance to you and remained silent.

“Why?”, you asked after a while, not able to free your voice from your immense pain.

His demeanour became defensive at once. “You know why. I need the power. I want it.”

“You said I could trust you!”, you spit as his selfish words sent waves of anger through your body.

“And you could. I never hurt you.”

“Oh you did! You did hurt me when you hurt them! That’s what it means to love, to be able to feel something! I should’ve realized, should’ve known that you’re not capable of that.  I should’ve known that you were just playing a stupid part!”

Your loud voice echoed in the clearing. You wanted to throw yourself at him, beat him and rip his throat out but at the same time you felt tired and powerless. Theo tensed up a bit but that was all the emotion he showed. He was so cold. How did you not notice before?

“This was the only way for me to get a strong pack”, Theo claimed, ignoring pretty much all your accusations.

You snorted. By now, you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore and they streamed down your face, mingling with the rain. Caused by disappointment and anger. “That’s not true. You could’ve been a part of us. You could’ve had everything! We would’ve fought for you without blinking. Hell, you could’ve had me .”

For the first time since you started this conversation, a flicker of insecurity wandered over his face. For a second he seemed to struggle. He took a step towards you but stopped almost momentarily and you were glad because you probably couldn’t have taken it. Even a simple touch of him would’ve reminded you of all the nights you had spent with this monster.

“Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to get what you want most”, he finally sighed.

You had to laugh humourlessly and wiped away your tears.  Something inside of you turned very cold and hard. So he wanted you but he wanted his stupid power more. You pressed your lips together and simply glared at him.

“Yeah, sometimes you have. Bye, Theo. I won’t kick your ass today but from now on, I don’t owe you anything. You better never see me again.” With that you turned around and walked away, never looking back.

That was your story. The story how you lost your trust in everyone and had to pick up the pieces, saving your pack. The story how Theo Raeken broke your heart and you spent months in darkness and bitterness.

At least until Isaac Lahey came back to finish his last year at Beacon Hills High.


Not one to post pictures like this but this is huge progress in my stomach/waist, only 4 weeks apart. Four weeks of TRUE clean eating (no living off one carb waffles, artificial sweeteners, protein bars- those are processed shit). Cardio 3-4 times a week, for no more than 20 minutes on average. Generous carbs for my body type. I don’t feel drained. I have great energy. It’s crazy what a well thought out program can do for you! My next four weeks of my program are more cardio based so I can only get better from here 💪🏻 I know my booty shrunk a little bit but that’s a sacrifice you have to make sometimes. I might lose some muscle mass but by the end I’ll be setting myself up for starting a very productive bulk from a good place. I’m really proud of how far I’ve come because this is a huge plateau I’ve broken. I’ve come so far mentally as well, by thinking more positively and loving myself for who I am- even if I didn’t lose any more weight, I’ve had a great mental transformation, and to me that means more than anything.

p1ratew3nch  asked:

Poly Reaper76, Gabe and the S/O ganging up on Jack to get rid of that thing that died on his lip. (The mustache from the Daredevil skin.)

Poly Reaper76 fluff? Or fluff for Reaper and 76? (Let the old men be happy!)

It starts with Lena’s innocent observation that he and Genji are the only men she’s never seen with a beard. There’s silence as everyone in the room mentally divides the Overwatch agents into those with a beard and those without. And former Strike-Commander Morrison comes up as babyfaced as the man who without his mask is still occasionally asked for his ID when buying alcohol.

“It’s cause he can’t grow it.” Gabriel says, their most recent ally and all too happy to throw Jack under the bus. He’s still uncomfortable among the new agents, sticks to Jack and you for the most part and otherwise pretends he’s a lot more unaffected by teaming up with his former enemies than he really is.

“That’s a lie. He’s lying.” Jack looks around the room, willing everyone to accept his beard-growing skills. Tracer is doubtful, everyone else doesn’t even pretend to believe him.

“Babe, you’ve been shaving your smooth chin since our days in the SEP, you don’t fool me.”

Realising no one else will come to his aid, Jack turns to you.

“You believe me. Right?”

It’s a bit of an asshole-ish thing to do but instead of taking his side, you lean against Gabriel’s chair, tracing his beard with the pad of your thumb.

“I don’t know. Seems strange you never grew one. No shame in it if you can’t …”

“There’s probably pills for that.” Gabriel throws in and cackles, tipping his head back to beg a kiss off you.

“Maybe some stimulating cream.” you add, grinning against his lips.

Jack huffs and leaves, finishing his grand retreat with an ominous “Just you wait.”

In hindsight that should have worried you more.

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The signs as Rebornica quotes

Aries: *screams internally*

Taurus: pls dont tell me mum im only 12 :(((

Gemini: squints loudly

Cancer: What? I don’t se- OH GO D

Leo: yo danny phantom he was just 1

Virgo: sometimes you have to make sacrifices to meme

Libra: Listen

Scorpio: Hot. Spicy. Memes


Capricorn: pls no im a high rank in faze clan xddddd

Aquarius: aight OBS do your thing

Pisces: Calm your wigglytatas

A Man Worth Fighting For- 18

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

Words: 1461
Warnings: Language, unprotected schmex.
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AN: Hey guys! Just letting you know that the series only has 2 chapters left after this one *DUN DUN* Be prepared! (Or not?) Also, if anyone is keeping up with my shenanigans, I am going to start posting a new series soon so be on the lookout for the tags opening for it soon!

The train jolted back and forth as it passed along the countryside, the flickering of green and blue smearing past the window as Bucky stared through the glass. The car itself was quiet, only a few other passengers filling the space. Your head rest in Bucky’s lap as you slept, eyes softly closed as his hand smoothed out your hair. He glanced down at you as you buried your face closer to his stomach, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“Your wife must be very tired.”

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How to Improve Yandere Simulator

Not a complete list, but some suggestions. It’s a fairly long post, and not well organized at all. Pretty much a lot of ramblings.  Also as a note, I haven’t played the game for a while, so YandereDev might’ve actually fixed some of this stuff.
I’m really interested in the prospect of this game…but it could be better. Seriously.


-Create new original character models, and artwork. This will prevent people from claiming models are stolen, or going after other developers who use the same models for their projects. It seems that he does have artists doing original art for the characters on the site, so that’s good. Plus with assets from other sources, you can’t really sell the game. Vary body types more than just bust size. Make more interesting male characters, especially to make the choice of getting a rival to fall for someone else more appealing.

-Character Appearance. I’d suggest giving them different uniforms. While the seifuku (sailor style) uniform is still used in some high schools, a lot have changed to a more western styled uniform, blazers, long plaid skirts. This could be due to the popularity the sailor fuku has gotten, and could be seen as less professional. Also a lot of schools would not allow students with brightly colored hair. However, I understand that this is a video game so, I guess no change really needs to be done here.

-Clubs. The idea of the clubs is great, but when compared to actual Japanese schools, is a bit unrealistic. During their senior year, most students withdraw from clubs to focus more on preparing for college, and prepare for entrance exams. Though this isn’t all students.

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Naruto is a show of many wisdoms

  • Iruka taught me… not to judge people by their reputations but by their personalities.
  • Haku taught me… that there is no good or evil when you’re protecting the ones you love.
  • Neji taught me… that if you leave your pride behind you can change your destiny.
  • Rock Lee taught me… that hard work beats talent.
  • Kakashi taught me… that teamwork and friendship stand above the rules.
  • Hinata taught me… that love is worth fighting for.
  • Sai taught me… that a life without feeling isn’t worthwhile.
  • Sakura taught me… that weakness is a choice, not an excuse.
  • Gaara taught me… how painful loneliness can be and how love can change someone.
  • Nagato taught me… that revenge and hatred only lead to more revenge and hatred.
  • Asuma taught me… how important it is to take care of the next generation.
  • Shikamaru taught me… that sometimes you even have to do the things that bother you the most.
  • Might Gai taught me… that it doesn’t matter what other people say about you.
  • Minato and kushina taught me… that parent’s love beat all else.
  • Sarutobi taught me… that problems should be solved with kindness rather than with violence.
  • Sasuke taught me… that you should not only dream about things but actually achieve them.
  • Itachi taught me that… sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good.
  • Tsunade taught me… to never abandon the living for the dead.
  • Jiraya taught me… that you must never give up your faith in humanity and your hope of peace.
  • Obito taught me… that it is never too late to revert to the right way.
  • Madara taught me… that peace is no peace without freedom.
  • And Naruto… well, we all know that Naruto taught us a lot. but the most important thing is: no matter what happens in your life…  


anonymous asked:

I LOVE that niall's only concern is putting out things he wants to represent him!!! like film a music video that is not good enough? trash it. record songs with don was that lyrically probably fell flat? trash it!

exactly!! it reminds me of that saying people use about writing, ‘kill your darlings.’ not necessarily meaning character death or anything, but just saying if you have a beautiful turn of phrase you can’t make work in the larger piece, oh well! take it out, save it for later, and keep going. sometimes you have to make sacrifices in order to come up with a final product that does itself justice. it sucks to lose any songs tbh, but i’m really glad to know niall can do that! plus, i suspect niall never really lets songs go - i imagine he’ll find a way to rework them or sell them to another artist who seems better-suited to them! as long as he keeps writing and releasing music i’m happy!!

It's an 'Effed Up World (A Boyf Riends Zombie AU Fic I Never Finished)

When Jeremy thought life was easier with video games. He didn’t mean this.

It was sophomore year and Jeremy was not really looking forward to it. He realized that last year in freshman year that Being ignored, tormented, and having little no one talking to younger kinda sucked. The chances of this year being better were close to none.

So, when the school had a sudden lock down on the first day, Jeremy knew something wasn’t right. This kind of stuff never happened in New Jersey of all places. Some of the teachers were acting really afraid, closing all the doors and shutting the blinds on the windows. So unless this is some big pranked drill, Jeremy had a reason to worry.

Jeremy had no idea what was going on. He couldn’t ask anyone without receiving a look of disgust of that he had the thought of ever speaking to someone higher on the Social Ladder. So using his crappy old iPhone 4 and after some debating went to Twitter. The fastest and easiest way for others to freak out on social media.

Jeremy mainly used the app to keep track of his favorite game developers and some movie actors and directors. So he when he went to the “top trends” section and couldn’t believe his eyes when it read the top results.





Zombies? In real life? In New Jersey? Jeremy almost couldn’t believe it, it was almost like some sick joke. Tweet after tweet. It was so… unreal. The pictures of the creatures were terrifying. Completely unlike anything Jeremy would’ve imagined. The rotten bodies oozed of darkening skin and the red of blood covering the bodies.

They didn’t even look human anymore.

Jeremy looked up to see students chatting away about what could possibly be going on, completely oblivious. The people on their phones were probably just texting friends in other classes. His homeroom teacher on the class phone, talking quietly to possibly other teachers but the look of the teacher’s face showed fear that made Jeremy want to throw up.

It just so happened that Jeremy’s normal seat was right next to that closed blinded window. Jeremy knew that they probably closed it for multiple reasons. Like somehow thinking that the zombies would just go away if it looked like no one was home. It also could be so if a student saw one they wouldn’t freak out and thus having the whole student body freak out. As much as it would’ve been a classic that the freak of the school would’ve freaked out. But Jeremy had some actual common sense, he did have to know though if there was any out there. Then he could come up with his next choice of action. He slowly lifted his fingers between the cheap white blind, taking a deep breath to brace himself.

Jeremy was relieved and almost confused that he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary outside the school. That meant they had time. But why the heck are they keeping all the students here? Based on the urgency and closed doors, shut blinds, and nervous teachers. They had to be some-what close. They couldn’t hide in the building forever. Staying in one place is game over.

They should be moving. If the zombies somehow got in the school, or if they tried to get out of the school later. Then they would all be taken over. Surrounded. All it could take was one tiny mistake. One that, for once in his life, Jeremy hoped he wouldn’t make.

He had to get out.

Finally Jeremy knew how something worked through and through. His many hours spent of Apocalypse of the Damned (and all of its sequels and reboots and spin-off and etc..) had prepared him for this moment. The amount of hours could be kinda of embarrassing to any healthy human being, but now it’s going to help him survive.

It all started right now.

Jeremy stood up from his seat, causing a few heads turning his direction but he paid no mind to them. He knew he needed to leave. If he stayed, that would lead to the zombies finding him (most likely the weakest in the whole student body) immediately. Sure, that could also mean the other students in the school as well. The many kids who would sneer at him, make fun of him, talk about him. He couldn’t take the whole school with him. He shouldn’t care about the people who wouldn’t care about him. As he crossed the room to the door he made no eye contact with any of his classmates.

Sometimes in order to survive, you have to make sacrifices.

He finally made it to the door and was glad that the doors were so cheap that they were only locked inside in. He put his hand on the knob about to turn and walk out of there until he heard a voice call out to him which made Jeremy froze.

“Mr. Heere. Where do you think you’re going?” His teacher asked, you couldn’t even tell the shakiness in there voice unless you were looking for it.

Jeremy turned to face his teacher, still keeping his hand on the knob. He could feel all eyes on him now. Suddenly, the weight and guilt of what he was doing hit him. And he had no way to explain it.

“I-I'm… going to use the restroom.” Jeremy said, nervously looking at his teacher. Was he still going to do this? Walk out and face the world that could now be filled with zombies? Could he even do this?

“We are on lockdown Mr. Heere. Can you really not hold it?” The teacher asked, they tried to sound annoyed, like how a normal everyday teacher should. Yet, with Jeremy having direct eye contact (for once) with them. He could see the fear in their eyes.

This was the moment of truth. He could stay, and see what the teachers or police had planned for him. That could likely get him killed if they did it wrong. Or he could get out, and change his entire life forever. and run. Become the cliche “hero” in his video games and use his skills to live and kill zombies. Which, in theory, sounded better than anything else in his life. But could still get him killed.

For Jeremy, it was easy for him to make his decision.

“No. I can’t.” Jeremy tried to say firmly, he looked at the teacher with as much determination as he could. He resisted looking at any of the other students who were staring at him. Then before the teacher said anything else, Jeremy opened the door and left. Never looking back.

Jeremy had lost count of the days or was it weeks? After leaving the high school without too much trouble (though he maybe saw something in the corner of his eye, but he ran just in case). He ran into the abandon forest that he remembered his mother taking him to once or twice.

He knew he needed the resources: food, water, a place to sleep, and a weapon to keep him safe. Luckily, Jeremy had brought his backpack with him. Which did have the lunch he was supposed to eat that day which Jeremy had only been eating a little bit at a time since he couldn’t identify if the berries around him were safe to eat. Jeremy always walked close to the river. Not too close that he was in the open, but close enough to easily access water when needed. Jeremy had kept some of his homework and such to make a fire out of. But he didn’t have a lighter. Which made that… useless. And a slightly big stick that he could use as a weapon. Though, it wasn’t even thicker than his arm, which couldn’t be the greatest idea. But it’s better than nothing Jeremy assumed.

Other than that, Jeremy thought he was doing pretty good.

Jeremy didn’t like to use his phone, he didn’t have much cell service or any way to charge it deep in the forest. So he could only check to see where he was going every once in a while. He had considered calling his dad, to see if he was alive. But something held Jeremy back. Maybe it was the fact that Jeremy couldn’t face the truth if that wasn’t the case. Jeremy didn’t know if his dad was alive or not. And sometimes, not knowing is better.

And his mom…

He’d rather not think about that.

It had been at least two weeks, and Jeremy had ran out of food the night before. But he kept walking. Heading north, he figured that maybe that if he crossed the border to Canada, or if there was any shelter or a way to get on a plane…

It’s a work in progress.

But as Jeremy was somewhat planning and thinking in his head wasn’t expecting two- no three of the monsters to suddenly be there. Jeremy was stiff, it was the first time he had ever actually seen them. It was terrifying.

He knew what he had to do, he had to run. He had no gun, thus no way of killing them or doing any significant damage.

Man, maybe he wasn’t doing as well as he thought.

The monsters got closer and closer and as Jeremy was about to turn around and run. Run to where? He didn’t know. Home? Around them? Up a tree and wait? But as he was turning around to break for it, his eyes widen. It was there.

Right there behind him. So quiet that he didn’t even notice. If he had started running, he would’ve ran straight into it without thinking. It was so close now that Jeremy couldn’t help but take in every feature. No matter how terrifying it was.

There was very very faint bone structure that could make up to be a face. But it was dark shadow that took up the whole body; and the white glassy eyes were twice the size of a human that made you think otherwise. Not to mention the splatters of blood that seemed to be dry and stick to the face as well as all over his body (mostly the chest and hands). It’s hard to tell if this was the blood was theirs or a victim’s.

Or if it would soon be his.

It suddenly occurred to Jeremy that he didn’t know how the zombies would infect you. Sure, the most video games, movies, and tv shows would say that they had to bite you. But this is the real world. Maybe they could just touch you (could they be that deadly?), eat your brain, or tear you to shreds.

Jeremy gripped the stick he had. He had to use it. Push back the zombie. Hit the zombie. Distract the zombie. Hurt the zombie. Run from the zombie. The zombie. Zombie.


The zombie seemed to be looking at him, finally noticing him it seemed, then looked like it was grinning. Eyes having a slight gleam of pride that humans could have, and showing off the new teeth that seemed jagged and sharp. The mouth seemed to be twice the normal size of a normal human.

That could be used to bite him.

Or eat him.

Both seemed possible.

Jeremy then realized he was surrounded. The three behind him probably about two feet away by now and the one almost at arms reach in front of him. The stick he had was completely useless.

Oh god… he was gonna die.

It hits Jeremy like a sack of bricks. This wasn’t some video game or in super cool VR experience, he wasn’t in his room playing the game. Sitting on one of his comfy beanbags surrounded by junk food while his homework remained forgotten. He didn’t have multiple lives. He had one. And if he lost it, he wouldn’t just see a black screen that said “Game Over” and ask for him to try again. No. He could die, and who the hell knows what happens after that now.

All this time, Jeremy had been thinking like it was just a game. With not bringing anyone with him, thinking that it would be easier that way: with not bothering with looking for food (relying too heavily on his own small supply), Not making a weapon (thinking that he wouldn’t need it), Not learning how to make a fire (thinking he wouldn’t die in the middle of the night). He ignore it all. As if it didn’t count for anything. As if it were all just a game.

Life isn’t a video game though.

They were so close now. It might only take one touch. Or bite. Or destroying him bit by bit. But either way, whe was done for. Jeremy kinda wished that he didn’t leave his school. That he hadn’t decided to make this into some sort of dream video game life with him being the hero.

Maybe this was just karma. He was supposed to die with, probably, the rest of his classmates weeks ago. It was all just catching up to him. Looking deep into the almost white transparent eyes that we’re getting closer. He knew.

He deserved this.

Until a loud and familiar shot of a gun almost burst his ear drums. Then again. And again. Jeremy turned to see all three of the zombies behind him fall one by one. Perfect shots.

Jeremy turned to sound of a gun re-loading to see a guy who looked to be about his age. Holding a gun so naturally in his hand, the dark chocolate of eyes holding a focus that Jeremy had never seen before. The hand holding the gun barely shook as he transferred his gun to aim once again and shot.

Jeremy followed the bullet as it pierced through the head of the zombie in front of him that just so to have happened to reach for him. He embarrassingly squeaked and jumped away and watched as it stopped moving and fell to it’s side. No longer moving.

That was unexpected.

Jeremy looked back to the stranger that saved his life. Who stood frozen, still staring focusing and aiming at the air of where the zombie once was. The stranger took deep breathes and Jeremy then could take in the sight of the slightly dirty red hoodie that held familiar and unfamiliar patches alike in sight. White headphones draped around his ears, that maybe if Jeremy listened closer he can hear the music that might be playing. And the almost perfect in condition glasses that framed the stranger’s eyes perfectly.

Suddenly the focus of the stranger’s eyes focused on him. Drank him in. For a second based on the intensity of his stare, Jeremy could’ve thought that he would aim the gun at him. But then he blinked, his eyes relaxing but still guarded. But his straight posture seemed to slip away. Now holding and fiddling with gun nervously. Jeremy watched as he put of the safety on sliding it carefully into on of the pockets of his hoodie.

They were both staring at each other for about a minute when Jeremy suddenly thought that he should maybe say something. Maybe a “thank you for saving me life”?

But being the social outcast meant he rarely spoke to anyone expect maybe his dad. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the person who just saved his life (though by his reaction of a zombie being shot in front of him may have already done that). But by the look of things, the other guy seemed nervous too. Fiddling with the chord that connected his headphones and biting his lip nervously. He then slowly and carefully lifted the headphones off his ears and draped them around his neck.

“I uh.” Jeremy shuttered at the awkwardness of his voice. The stranger seemed to perk up or maybe tense but Jeremy couldn’t keep eye contact, but he instead (for some reason) focused on the strangers arms that the red hoodie only slightly covered. And said the first thing that came to his mind.

“Nice tattoo.”

Decorating the man’s right arm was a pacman tattoo, such a classic. The familiar mascot with his mouth open wide, about to eat the three dots that traveled down the stranger’s arm. It was big and noticeable, but the stranger still looked at his arm as if to remind himself that it was there. Before shoving his sleeves back down to his wrist, which made Jeremy almost regret bringing it up.

“Um… thanks.” The stranger grew slightly red in the cheeks. Which Jeremy thought was kinda cute. His voice seemed to have a bit of an accent in it. But Jeremy couldn’t recognize it.

“Which way are you headed?” The stranger asked. He tilted his head curiously. And although he was staring as intensely as before. He could still feel like he was being analyzed.

“I… I was heading north.” Jeremy said sheepishly. Jeremy flinched as the stranger’s expression immediately changed to horror.

“That’s suicide man!” The stranger practically yelled, surprising Jeremy. His eyes blown and now struck with fear. “New York has already been almost taken over completely. Boston too.” He said.

Jeremy tensed, he was right. He would’ve died if he went with his original plan. Jeremy couldn’t help it, he laughed.

The stranger then seemed drawn back (and maybe a little weirded out), A-are you okay?“ He asked.

Jeremy fell on his knees, hands covering his face. He could feel tears coming to his face as his laughs turned into sobs. Man he was so pathetic. Crying in front of the guy who saved his life surrounded by dead zombies.

He then just let words tumble out of his mouth, “I thought it was just a game, it all feels like a game. But anyone I probably ever cared about is maybe dead. I wish this was just a video game then I wouldn’t die like an idiot and regret it.”

He then felt a hand on his shoulder, Jeremy flinched as he looked up to see the stranger. Now that he was closer, he could see the kindness that his eyes had. The stranger instantly pulled his hand back.

“Dude, do you need food or something?” The stranger asked, twiddling his thumbs like he had no idea what to do with them.

Jeremy was about to answer, but then his stomach let out a small growl which made the stranger give a breathy laugh. Jeremy flushed, at his embarrassment or the pretty laugh, he wasn’t sure.

“Lets get you something to eat. I think there’s a 7/11 just a half mile back.” He said.

The walk was mostly filled with silence. But the stranger lead them easily to a 7/11. It was a mess inside, but it looked abandoned.

He must’ve been drinking a lot like some crazy person because the stranger said, “Were you drinking from the river or something?” With a grin stretching his face.

“Kinda.” Jeremy responded with a gasp as he drew back from his drink looked to the stranger, who was getting a slushee giving Jeremy a concerned look. “When I noticed that it wasn’t fresh I only drank when I absolutely needed to. But I guess that’s a good thing. Because if I drank more, I would’ve gotten to New York and just been mauled.”

“Where are you from?” The stranger asked.

“Jersey.” Jeremy said, snatching a water bottle and filling it with the water.

“Is it bad?” The stranger asked, Jeremy shrugged. He didn’t really see any zombies when he left but based on the lockdown… apparently the stranger was good at reading people and could tell what Jeremy was suggesting.

“Damn it, that’s where I was headed.” The stranger grumbled.

“I guess it was a good thing we ran into each other then.” Jeremy said with a laugh (how long has it been since he laughed?).

“Yeah, I guess. But I still don’t get why you would head north.” The stranger said with a smirk, Jeremy felt his face go red. By how cute the smirk was or by embarrassment, he wasn’t sure.

“I don’t know…” Jeremy sighed, taking a sip of his slushee, “I thought maybe if I crossed into Canada I would be safe.”

“This is a sickness, not a president.” The stranger said, Jeremy spat out the drink laughing. Causing the stranger to burst too, both of them howling with laughter.

“Good one.” Jeremy said a few minutes later while wiping his chin from his slippage.


“So… why were you heading south?” Jeremy asked.

“I thought I could get down to Mexico, I figured that if I went somewhere not really populated and really hot…” The stranger trailed off. Wow, that was much better than whatever the hell Jeremy was doing. But for some reason for as good as the idea was, it didn’t sound original.

“That… idea sounds familiar.” Jeremy voiced in thought.

The stranger scoffed, “So does yours.”

Jeremy did a double take. How was his idea not original? It seemed logical. Until he really thought about it. And Jeremy wanted to explode with the now known knowledge of how much of an idiot he was.

“No way.” Jeremy smacked his forehead, “I used the plan for AOTD 2 the 2nd remake didn’t I?” Jeremy said in so much regret, it sounded painful.

“The hardest route on the Xbox 360. The worst of the worst.” The stranger laughed again. Which did make Jeremy’s cheeks flush a little.

“God, no wonder. You used Return of the Zombie… 1st remake?” Jeremy asked.



“Correctamondo my man. I’m impressed.” He gave a smile that made Jeremy a little weak in the knees.

“I do my best.” Jeremy smiled back. He turned to fill his bag with food as he thought about his less than successful experience. “I thought… if I just treated this as if I was playing the game…”

“That’d it would be easier?”

“Well… yeah. But instead, I was careless. Somehow thinking that I didn’t need to try. That I could just start over.” Jeremy said sadly adding more than a couple of packets of gum to his bag.

“Hey, its… alright.” The stranger looked like he was going to put a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder but thought better of it. “Sometimes thinking that you’re in a video game is better than realizing all this is real.” He sounded like he spoke from experience, but Jeremy decided not to ask.

Jeremy sighed, “Yeah, but I chose the hardest route on the worst and hardest game in the series. How the hell am I gonna do this?” Jeremy admitted as he went cash register and grabbing lighters. The stranger than looked nervous which confused Jeremy. He checked the door to see if there were zombies in the distance.

“Well… have you ever played Two Player Mode?” Jeremy heard him asked hesitantly.

Jeremy turned back to the lighters and shrugged, running his hand through his greasy hair. “No… I’m a bit of a loser so I don’t have any friends… I’ve always heard the multi-player was easy though, even in that 2nd remake.” Jeremy confessed.

“Well… wanna make this messed up world a two player game?” Jeremy turned to see the stranger holding his hand out. His slushee in his other hand. He looked down at Jeremy with a smile. But the nervousness with worry that he wouldn’t accept was in the corners of his lips.

“Me? You sure? You seemed to be doing great without someone to drag along.” Jeremy said remembering the way that the stranger easily head-shotted the zombies.

“Well, maybe that is true. But, that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t feel great being alone though.” He smirked. “Besides, based on your AOTD expertise, you won’t be too much weight.”

Jeremy chuckled, he really felt like he didn’t need to think about it this time. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

“Alright, it’s a deal.” Jeremy grabbed his hand firmly. “I’m Jeremy Heere.”

“Michael Mell. I call being player 1!”

“No way!”

As it turned out, meeting Michael was the biggest miracle Jeremy could hope for.

Jeremy didn’t really consider the loneliness before. But it was nice to have someone to talk to. Michael was an interesting person, he seemed to never be afraid of anything. He even easily taught Jeremy how to shoot a real gun.

(“How did you learn how to shoot a real gun?” Jeremy asked, they had just been able to bypass a group of about 15 of them. No killing involved, but Jeremy was interested in his new friend of about a week.

Michael froze, a lot of expressions ranging from fear to horror flashing on his face. But he quickly regained himself and let out a weak laugh. “I just… guessed, based on what I learned from video games. It’s easy. I’ll show you.”

It also helped that Michael and him had a lot in common. Video games mostly. Games that Jeremy though that no one else knew, Michael had played it.

(“Did you ever play the Dream Daddy Simulator?” Jeremy asked. It had been a month and Jeremy felt a little home-sick after seeing a GameStop about the same as the one back home.

“Play it? I pre-ordered it once I heard about it!! Best dating sim. Ever.” Michael declared.

“And you’ve played others?” Jeremy asked with a raised brow.

“Have you?” Michael asked with a cocky raised brow.

Jeremy shrunk in on himself, “…Maybe.”

“My god, Jeremy.” Michael laughed, “I never took you for that type.”

“Shut up! No I’m not.” Jeremy flushed, “I’ve just… played a few in my spare time. Survivor games are always my number one choice. But… I heard the Game Grumps made it?” Jeremy said. “I didn’t get a chance to buy it before…”

“Yeah! It’s awesome. It’s nice to have a serious gay dating simulator.” Michael cut Jeremy off before the “Mat is best dad. Definitely would fuck him.”

“Wait, are you gay?” Jeremy asked.

Michael gave a pointed look at Jeremy, before tapping his shoulder which low and behold, on his hoodie held a pride flag patch. Along two others that Jeremy could tell were countries, but he didn’t know which ones.

“Oh.” Jeremy said. Jeremy then noticed how his tone might have came across bad as Michael then narrowed his eyes and looked away.

“If you’re not okay with it-”

“Wait! No, no way. It’s cool. I’m not… homophobic or anything.” Jeremy said, putting a hand on Michael’s arm. Michael looked at him, almost flinching at the bit of tiny physical contact.

“…Really?” Michael seemed unsure.

“Yeah dude, you doubt me?” Jeremy smiled, and before debating long, he added. “I’m bi, or pan, or something. Whatever it is, I ain’t straight either.” Jeremy let out a small chuckle, but to be honest, that was the first time Jeremy had ever told anyone. Although he started questioning way back with the heart flop that was Jake Dillinger, he never took the time to sort it out or tell his dad.

“Cool, I’m not… biophobic or panphobic or anything. So, I guess we’re good.” Michael said with a small smile. Jeremy liked how the smile fit his face perfectly and smiled back.)

Michael was still a mystery, never brought up a lot topics of his life before… this. And Jeremy never pushed him. There were things Jeremy didn’t want to talk about either. But he had a feeling that Michael could read him like an open book.


“Yeah?” Jeremy nearly jumped as he looked up to Michael, he had started to get nightmares and hadn’t been sleeping very well lately.

“It's… gonna be okay.” Michael placed a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. Those words didn’t really help. But the comforting look in Michael’s eyes filled Jeremy up with the feeling of comfort that Michael tried to convey.

“Is it?” Jeremy couldn’t help but ask hopelessly. Was this ever going to end? Wasn’t he just gonna fight zombies for the rest of his life? Or until he fails or gives up?

“At least for today it is. Because we are stopping here for the night.” Michael said firmly dropping his bag for emphasis.

“What?!” Jeremy couldn’t help but squak. They’ve barely even gone a full 2 miles! “But we’ve barely moved. We are already going the long way. We should-”

“Rest.” Michael insisted.





Jeremy stopped and flushed at the mention of his full name. That somehow sounded nicer off of Michael’s tongue than anyone else’s. Michael was giving him a worried look that made Jeremy feel guilty for giving him.

“Wh-what are you, my dad or something?” Jeremy stumbled over trying to tease back from the horrible tension and embarrassment, his words like a middle schooler (god he was pathetic).

“Well… I’m someone who worries about you. If that counts.” Michael shrugged, Jeremy let himself soften.

“Yeah, I guess that does.” Jeremy sighed happily with a grateful smile.

‘It’s more than my mom ever did.’ Jeremy couldn’t help but think to himself.


Michael suddenly right in front of him and had his hands on his shoulders. The first time that he had ever touched Jeremy voluntarily since the beginning of their friendship. Jeremy felt himself tense in unfamiliarity, but instantly relaxed under the comfort and warmth that Michael could somehow portray effortlessly into his hands.

“Get out of your own head Jer.” Michael said, with a patient smile.

“Jer?” He questioned, his head tilting in slight confusion.

“Don’t change the subject, if you don’t like it-”

“No, I really like it. Nicknames are cool.”

“Great, but that’s not the point.” Michael said seriously that, now that Jeremy knew Michael, didn’t really suit him.

“It’s not?” Jeremy asked in a teasing tone. Michael’s composer easily fell as he let out a chuckle which made Jeremy smile.

“Don’t think you are gonna get away with this Heere.” Michael tried to say seriously, but the smile on his face betrayed him. It was a smile that Jeremy wouldn’t mind staring at for awhile.

“Did you seriously just make a pun with my last name?” Jeremy asked unimpressed.

“Mayyyyyyybe.” Michael dragged.

“Jesus Christ.” Jeremy groaned.

Michael then looked confused, “I thought you were Jewish.”

“Kinda, but emphasize on ‘were’.” Jeremy shrugged. His mom was super religious, but Jeremy himself didn’t really care. Nor did his dad. So when she left them, they just stopped going.

Michael let out a laugh, full and bright. But Jeremy didn’t understand and just stared blankly back.

“And here I was, avoiding getting meat thinking you wouldn’t eat it.” Michael finally admitted.

“Seriously!?” Jeremy exclaimed.

The topic was long forgotten, but Jeremy did end up feeling better.)

But they did decided to go with most of Michael’s idea. But they would head west first. Then head down to Mexico.

(“It would be cool if we could go to the Philippines.” Michael said one night during dinner.

“Yeah?” Jeremy asked curiously, mouth full of food.

“Yeah, I know Spanish. But Tagalog comes easier and I used to go there a lot as a kid.” Michael confessed.

Jeremy peeked at this, this is the most Michael had ever revealed about himself. “Is it nice there?” Jeremy asked cautiously, not wanting to mess this up.

“I don’t have much memory of it. But from what I remember, yeah.” Michael said, wistfully as if thinking back on a nice dream.

“Well… if we have a chance to go… I think we should take it.” Jeremy said.

“Really?” Michael asked, hope swimming on his face.

“Yeah. Fleeing here and starting up a peaceful life in a new country sounds good to me.” Jeremy said, turning to back to skies above. It really would be nice. Especially if there weren’t any zombies, and especially if Michael was there.

“Well, it won’t be that simple.” Michael said, he was grinning Jeremy could tell, “You’ll have to learn Tagalog.”

“C'mon how hard can it be?” Jeremy scoffed.

“Harder than you think, ganda.”

“What does that mean?” Jeremy asked. Jeremy then felt a hand on his, but when he turned, Michael was looking at the clear night sky in front of them. His hand was warm and Jeremy let Michael intertwine their fingers with a smile.

“Guess you’ll have to learn Tagalog to find out.”)

But Jeremy knew that they weren’t perfect. No one was. Especially two emotionally charged teenagers in the middle of the apocalypse.

They had not been having luck this week.

They haven’t seen a 7/11 or any other kind of store in ages. Meaning there was no way to get Jeremy’s quickly dying iPhone charged. Not that it mattered since they were in the middle of nowhere with no service.

But they did have their bags stuffed with food anyway. So that will last them a couple of days. But it might be more than that since the longer and longer they went, Michael ate less and less.

Now, Jeremy still didn’t know a lot about Michael. But he knew he

(And yeah, this is where it stops. I really did have an idea for how it was going to end. But I really didn’t know how to get it from here to there. Maybe if I get some ideas I’ll continue but for now… idfk.)

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Adam Wilde | If I Stay & Where She Went

“I’d do it again. I know that now. I’d make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she’s somewhere out there. Alive.”

How Long? (Main chapter)

Hello! Welcome to my random new BTS series! This is the first and main chapter of seven different chapters for each member. I don’t know exactly what order I will be going in yet but I hope you enjoy it.


(master list will be created soon) 

*Also I would love to hear feedback*

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It had been six months now that you were living your dream. A whole half of a year since you packed up everything you owned and took off halfway across the whole world.

Brushing hair isn’t a carrier.

People never took you seriously, they thought you were throwing away your life. You never saw yourself sitting in a class room for four years studying something you just didn’t care about. Stylist, you loved that title, you worked so hard to confidently hold that title. To you it wasn’t just simply washing or brushing hair. 

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Number 117 for Tree Bros Please! "She's 6, how can she scare you?"

Connor usually avoided his extended family. He was the gay AND ‘emo’ cousin, so when his dad’s siblings and their children came over it was rather uncomfortable. 

This time was different. His dad’s brother had come in for a visit with his wife and brought their six year old daughter, Allison. Somehow he’d been forced, despite having plans with Evan, to babysit.

But he was making thirty bucks off of babysitting this child so sometimes you had to make sacrifices. Evan would still be coming over anyways so it wasn’t too bad. 

Connor knew his cousin was a bit much. She talked loud, loved to run around and scream. Connor liked none of those things. Plus from Zoe’s previous babysitting stories he heard that Allison was rather vicious. 

So one hour into babysitting the six year old girl had already wreaked havoc and bit Connor. Twice. So here he was watching her from the couch and she slowly ate the strawberries he so nicely took out for her.

“Evan please get your ass over here.” Connor whispered as he stood up and made his way into the kitchen.

“Connor what’s wrong? Why are you whispering? Is something bad happening?” Evan questioned. The hushed tone of his boyfriend’s voice was enough to cause several horrible scenarios to run in Evan’s mind.

“I’m babysitting my cousin, she’s the devil incarnate and I’m terrified. The house is a mess, Evan please save me.” Connor muttered.

Evan let out a small laugh. “Connor she’s six, how can she scare you? And I’m sure she isn’t that bad.” 

“Come over and see.”

Evan did in fact go over and see what Connor’s fuss was about and he regretted. Allison Murphy was in fact the devil incarnate. She was snappy, hyper and liked to destroy things.

“I am so sorry, she’s terrifying.” Evan whispered. The two were hiding behind the couch and the little girl ran through the house.

“Fucking told you.” Connor grumbled. “I’m never babysitting ever again.”