who wants to come to my funeral

I think people would make much better decisions when it comes to dating if they stopped focusing on things like weddings and babies and instead focused on things like funerals and disappointment. What I mean is when I think about who I want to marry, I can’t just stop at who I want to meet at the altar. Because when you’re thinking about the person you want to spend your natural life with, that means the person who will be by your side when life is hard. When your parents die. When you lose your job. When your child is hurt. When bill can’t get paid. And when all of those painful moments come, you have to think “is this the person i want by my side? Is this the person who will be generous and giving when I’m in need? Is this the person who will find the words to soothe my aching heart? Is this the person that when I look across the room through tearful eyes, I want to, need to see their face?”

What I’m saying is when you’re thinking till death do us part, you really have to listen to the whole vow. The commitment is more than just walking down the isle. Its who you want to walk through life with.


episode two - the secret of spoons. ( contains violence and nsfw themes )

  • ❝ can you hear me ?
  • ❝ you want help ? fine. ❞
  • ❝ let me tell you a story. once upon a time, a man got fucked. now, how is that for a story
  • ❝ let me paint a picture of what’s waiting for you on the shore. ❞
  • ❝ and all for what ?
  • ❝ and i ain’t even started yet. ❞
  • ❝ this guy gets it. ❞
  • ❝ angry is good. angry gets shit done. ❞
  • ❝ you’re already dead, asshole. at least die a sacrifice for something worthwhile. ❞
  • ❝ let. the motherfucker. burn ! let it all burn. ❞
  • ❝ were you shot at ?
  • ❝ well it depends on who you ask. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t know what the fuck you speak of. ❞
  • ❝ how was the funeral ?
  • ❝ you wanna come in and talk about it ?
  • ❝ mmm-mmm-mmm. what a little asshole. ❞
  • ❝ oh, you know him ?
  • ❝ they don’t have a fucking clue. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t give a fuck if they don’t have a fucking clue, i want one ! give me a fucking clue !
  • ❝ good. compact amended. ❞
  • ❝ your first bed as a free man. enjoy it. ❞
  • ❝ an assault on you is an insult to me. don’t think because i didn’t lose my temper i am not angry, or am lacking a plan. ❞
  • ❝ i didn’t mean to wake you. ❞
  • ❝ they told me you died. ❞
  • ❝ you were just having a bad dream. ❞
  • ❝ you going to miss it ?
  • ❝ too many people tell each other not to repress their emotions, to release their feelings, to let the pain go. there’s a lot to be said for bottling up emotions. ❞
  • ❝ what i say has got to be said, so i want you to consider my words very carefully. ❞
  • ❝ say it. ❞
  • ❝ you are only obligated to feel bad about that for so long. ❞
  • ❝ let there be beauty where there can be. ❞
  • ❝ plan is, we will be meeting with a number of people preeminent in their respective fields, and then we will rendezvous in one of the most important places in the country. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t like dropping in on friends empty handed. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t look out for yourself, how the hell are you gonna look out for me ?
  • ❝ not so fast. we need to talk, [] . ❞
  • ❝ funny how things supposed to make you look good only make it worse. ❞
  • ❝ the fuck is this ?
  • ❝ i’m all sorts, [] .❞
  • ❝ i’m the one they sacrifice to. then till now. ❞
  • ❝ time and attention. better than lamb’s blood. ❞
  • ❝ i hate that. i hate that they were hurting you, [] . i would never do that to you. ❞
  • ❝ i want you in my camp with us. ❞
  • ❝ look at it like this: we’re the coming thing. we are already here. ❞
  • ❝ i was impressed with how you dealt with him/her/them. ❞
  • ❝ who’d have thought you had it in you ?
  • ❝ he/she/they were underestimating you. they all are. not a mistake i’ll make. ❞
  • ❝ i can give you so much more. you name it, honey. what do you need ?
  • ❝ don’t fight gravity, [ ] . i’ve been at this a while. ❞
  • ❝ i’m trying to help you. ❞
  • ❝ keep your neck out of the belt. ❞
  • ❝ that went as well as can be expected. ❞
  • ❝ i think i’m losing my mind. ❞
  • ❝ oh, like the rest of your life is sane. ❞
  • ❝ at times, the universe does seem to have singled you out for unique abuse. in these moments you have to ask yourself, would i rather be ignored ?
  • ❝ always better dead than forgotten, and no one is ever going to forget you. ❞
  • ❝ it’s a sudden onset of strange. fair cause for consternation, unless strange is a new language and what we’re doing here is vocabulary building. ❞
  • ❝ you may have to consider that you didn’t see what you saw, or you did. the world is either crazy or you are. they’re both solid options. take your pick. ❞
  • ❝ when you decide, come and tell me. but don’t rush into it. take your time. difficult decision. ❞
  • ❝ there are bigger sacrifices one might be asked to make than going a little mad. ❞
  • ❝ you wanna know the secret of my success ? the secret is charm. ❞
  • ❝ i only come when matters are vital, as they are now. ❞
  • ❝ god, you are gorgeous. you have not aged. ❞
  • ❝ the truth is not what people want to hear. ❞
  • ❝ prettiest woman, prettiest lies. ❞
  • ❝ black as night, sweet as sin. you take coffee, then i read your future. ❞
  • ❝ he does not know our world. ❞
  • ❝ i’m easing him in. ❞
  • ❝ you are the worst man i have ever seen. ❞
  • ❝ nice to see you, old friend. i brought a gift. ❞
  • ❝ i come here only to share bread and information. what you do with the latter is entirely up to you. ❞
  • ❝ i’d be happy to help. ❞
  • ❝ oh, he is nobody’s husband, and i am nobody’s wife. ❞
  • ❝ family is who you survive with when you need to survive, even if you do not like them. ❞
  • ❝ i am not a good cook. when i was younger there were servants to make meals. here there are no servants; there’s only us. ❞
  • ❝ learning is beneath me. ❞
  • ❝ i thought you were supposed to read tea leaves ?
  • ❝ that bad, huh ? any good news ?
  • ❝ you brought that madness into my life once. never again. ❞
  • ❝ you know me. you know what these hands have done. ❞
  • ❝ you don’t want me, you want [] , and he’s/she’s/they’re not here. ❞
  • ❝ it will be glorious, win or lose. ❞
  • ❝ i am tired of glorious. ❞
  • ❝ everyone thought he/she/they must be the good one. so i became me. ❞
  • ❝ time passes. now i am gray. ❞
  • ❝ i think in the old country i am forgotten, and here, i am like a bad memory. ❞
  • ❝ i know the killing. ❞
  • ❝ to give a good death is art. ❞
  • ❝ every man’s an equal. ❞
  • ❝ is good ?
  • ❝ first blood is mine. so you’ve lost. game is done. ❞
  • ❝ i just started. ❞
  • ❝ ten thousand deaths made right here. ❞
  • ❝ it’s your move. ❞
  • ❝ he’ll take that shot. no joke, no boast, no half-measures. how good are you ?
  • ❝ it’s your decision. ❞
  • ❝ when my voice breaks on this song, remember old love gone. ❞
Three Layers of Iris Dealing with Barry's Disappearance

1. A “hardened” Iris that challenges Cisco on whether Barry is still alive and insists they should move forward. This is Iris putting aside her feelings for the sake of the city’s wellbeing.
2. A more vulnerable Iris with Joe, who admits she can’t sleep in their bed without Barry, who doesn’t like the idea of grieving Barry as dead and holding a funeral for him.
3. The real Iris who confesses she’s been trying to keep running like Barry wanted her to but quietly cries when she’s alone for him to come back to her.

1 September 2017

The Hogwarts Express, compartment 42

Hi Lily,

As promised here is the first of many letters about this Hogwarts year, I hope it eases the pain of being left behind a bit. I noticed you weren’t at the platform this morning so I really hope you’re okay, though I get why you didn’t come. I wouldn’t want to surround myself with happy families either if my mum and dad had just gone through a divorce.

I enclosed a box of bertie botts all flavoured beans in hope to cheer you up. I am currently still on the train and the lunch lady just came by. Eris Parkinson said she’s not an actual lady but some sort of poltergeist who is bound to the train but of course that is pure idiocy, I know for a fact she attended Dumbledore’s funeral. Parkinson refuses to believe me though, so in case you’re bored could you find me the guest list?

Anyway, sorry that this letter is short and a bit all over the place but I have somehow gotten myself into a compartment with half the Slytherin quidditch team, both of your brothers, Scorpius Malfoy (who is very pale by the way) and as mentioned before Eris Parkinson. I already hate the latter, and all of them are doing a very good job at distracting me from writing my favorite cousin and BFF a decent letter.

I hope to write you again soon but James is threatening to duel the fifth year Slytherin beater now so I have to hide my letter before it gets caught in the crossfire. Expect more about my Hogwarts life soon and do feel free to bitch to me about how much it sucks that your parents have split up, I’m all ears (or eyes).

With love,

Rose Granger-Weasley

anonymous asked:

in an argument, what is the most hurtful thing the companions would say to sole? i love u and itd be an honor for you to make my heart bleed

Okay, for the record you asked for this and it hurt my feels to write *goes and cries softly into a pillow* and I love you too anon


Ada – “I would prefer to travel alone instead of being in your company, Sole. In fact. I would prefer to never meet with you ever again.”
Cait – “You’re worse than me goddamn parents, Sole! I hate ya more than I’ve ever hated anyone! And that’s fuckin’ sayin’ somethin’!”
Codsworth – “Why sir/mum, I do believe it would’ve been best if you had of been locked inside Vault 111. I regret the day you returned.”
Curie – “I wish you had never found me in Vault 85! You are a terrible person, Sole!”
Danse – “You are a disgrace to me, a disgrace to the Brotherhood and a disgrace to yourself.”
Deacon – “You know, I’ve met some terrible people in my long life, Sole. But you? You really take the cake. I don’t know why I ever bothered with you.”
Gage – “You remember that guy I told you about, boss? The one who backstabbed me all those years ago? Yeah. Given the chance, I’d kill you twice over him.”
Hancock – “I could gut you like a pig right here and right now, but you know what? You’re not worth the effort. You’re a waste of space, a waste of air and I shoulda let Finn have his way with you when you first showed your damn face around Goodneighbour.”
MacCready – “Fuck you Sole! And fuck you for pissing me off enough to break my promise to my son! My son! Fuck off! I don’t ever want to see your face again!”
Maxson – “It is filth like you that is the true scourge of humanity. I wish I knew that when I first met you, that way I could’ve thrown you off the Prydwen and be done with it.”
Nick Valentine – “I can’t tell who’s the bigger scumbag, you or the guy who launched the atomic bombs.”
Old Longfellow – “I have half a mind to take you out back and shoot you like a Brahmin. Get off my land and never come back. Not even for my funeral.”
Piper Wright – “I can’t believe you Sole! Is this what you wanted?! Is this how you want things between us?! Well that’s fine by me because guess what?! You’re dead to me! I don’t ever want to see you again, not ever!”
Preston Garvey – “You know what’s sad, Sole? I used to think the world of you. Now? Now you mean nothing to me. The dirt under my boot means more than you now.”
X6-88 – “Father should have terminated your cryopod when he had the chance. I sincerely regret ever meeting you, Sole.”

Fall for You

A/N: Thank you, loves, for dealing with me and my laptop problems! I am trying really hard to get everything written and re-written (from the ones I lost)! It’s just been very busy these past few months! Anyways, enjoy! (Side note: I am Minnesotan, and the cabin is based off of my friend’s cabin! And this actually happened to me, because my puppy can be a hyper little shit!)

Also, happy birthday (last Saturday) to @glitterquadricorn !! This is dedicated to you! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Soulmates are born with the tattoo of their significant other’s name over their heart.

Word Count: 4200ish (Holy shit this is so long LOL)


Originally posted by whatwasdead

James Buchanan Barnes

Ever since I was a baby, my parents covered up the fact that I had a soulmate. I was never allowed to be babysat with the fear that someone would see the name scrawled across my little baby chest. When I was old enough to understand what the words on my chest meant, I was forced into hiding it – never to tell anybody that I had someone destined to be with me.

A supposedly dead someone.

When I was fifteen, I found the real reason my parents were so obsessed with hiding the name.

My parents were HYDRA.

They knew that Bucky Barnes – the man that I had learned about in the history books, the man whose name was tattooed over my heart, the man that was not allowed to be talked about in our household, and my parents’ killer – was The Winter Soldier. Not that they ever told me the truth, before their deaths. I was kept in the dark, my entire life. I was never aware that my famous soulmate was actually alive.

They took that secret to their graves.

I had been at school when it happened. I was standing in the lunch line with a few of my friends, chatting, when the principal and the freaking Secretary to the World Security Council – Alexander Pierce – pulled me out of lunch with grim looks on their faces. I had wondered if they had found out the name over my heart, but that was not the case. Instead, they pulled me into a room with a grief counselor and told me the news: my parents had been murdered.

I had no idea why Alexander Pierce – of all people – was there to tell me my parents had died, but I had been so consumed with grief that I had just brushed the thought aside.

I was not old enough to get emancipated, so I was sent to Minnesota to live with my grandparents. My grandparents had no clue that their daughter and son-in-law had been involved in something horrible like HYDRA. I didn’t even know, until a SHIELD army showed up at our home to question us. They thought that I would know something – anything – that could lead them to HYDRA, or The Winter Soldier.

There was nothing I could do.

My grandparents held a strong resentment towards my parents, after that. I did, as well, but they held on to that resentment until the day that they both died. Car accident. My grandfather had a stroke at the wheel and they had crashed. I had been staying at my cousin’s house for a wine and movie marathon, and got the call in the middle of the night.

More funerals. More loss. More pain.

My heart was broken.

I ended up coming into a lot of money, after that. My parents’ life insurance and my grandparents’ life insurance money all went to me. Way too much blood money for me. My cousin, Makayla, and I had decided to move in together, after that. She wanted to keep an eye on me, and I wanted someone who understood some of the pain that I was feeling. After all, those were her grandparents, too.

Makayla and I had moved into the cabin, which was nicer than most houses. It was more of a lake home, than a cabin, but she refused to call it anything else. She loved the thought of having a cabin on one of the many lakes in Minnesota. It was beautiful. Two stories, wrap around porch, deck coming off the porch, and a beautiful view of Moccasin Lake.

Once we had lived together for a while, I sat her down and told her everything that had happened with my parents. We talked about how I had learned that The Winter Soldier murdered them, when I moved in with our grandparents, how they resented my parents, and how my parents were actually bad people.

I had never realized, but I had held a lot of resentment towards them, as well. They were not supposed to die like that. They were never supposed to turn out as bad people. We were supposed to be the happy family that they convinced me we were. They were supposed to live long, full lives and I was supposed to meet my soulmate and have their grandchildren, and they were supposed to grow old.

“Haven’t you been keeping up with the news?” Makayla had said, eyebrows furrowed with concern, “They released a bunch of files on SHIELD and HYDRA. We could look at your parents’ files. Or files on The Winter Soldier.”

I hadn’t been keeping up, but after splitting 2 bottles of wine with her, we had decided to grab my laptop and start Googling.

“I- I can’t fucking read this.” I sniffed, tears streaming down my face as I stared at a file that contained photographs of my parents… In HYDRA uniforms.

“Well, do you want to see his file?” She asked, rubbing my shoulder in comfort. “The Winter Soldier’s file?”

I knew it would be a bad idea. I should have never Googled it.

James Buchannan Barnes.

My supposedly dead fucking soulmate was him.

He was The Winter Soldier.

The man who killed my family.

I had burst into tears. Makayla had no idea I had a soulmate. No one but my parents, and my grandparents, had known. After my initial break-down, I had to tell her.

“I cannot even begin to fathom what you are feeling right now, Y/n.” She sighed, wrapping her arm around my shoulders, “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” I sniffed, wiping under my eyes, “I need to know.”

I was not expecting what I had found. My heart broke. He was tortured. His mind was messed with so badly that he couldn’t even remember his own name.

The videos were awful. I could barely stomach watching them, but I couldn’t look away.

I had seen his picture many times, throughout my life. He was famous, after all. This man… The Winter Soldier… He was a broken shell of the man that I had learned about in all of my history classes. Gone was the man who had fought bravely in the war - alongside his best friend, Captain America. Instead, he was beaten into submission, broken, and controlled.

He didn’t even know he had me. His tattoo was practically gone. I could faintly see the first letter of my name, from his tattoo, but the rest was torn away. It had been replaced by the metal covering his shoulder and replacing his arm.

He didn’t know my name, anymore.

That was the moment I had decided to forgive him. The Winter Soldier was not my soulmate. James Barnes was my soulmate. Bucky. I just hoped that he was okay…

Makayla and I never talked about what we found. I couldn’t talk about it.

After that, I started keeping up with the news. I saw him a lot. Especially when he was a wanted fugitive after The Sokovian Accords. There was a lot of negative talk about him, and it had started to make me mad. I had forgiven him for my parents, why couldn’t other people forgive him, as well?

A year after Bucky went missing, he was spotted at The Avengers Tower. Apparently things had blown over. For the most part, at least. I could accept that. I just had to accept that I would never meet him. There was no way. He was too famous, and I wasn’t sure if he would even believe me. By then, I had come to terms that I was going to be alone for the rest of my life.

About two years after shit had blown over, fate decided that enough was enough.

I was mowing the lawn, and some man had stopped by, informing us that we had to sign Non-Disclosure Agreements about some people who had bought the abandoned cabin next door that shared a driveway with us. Not really caring about who they were, Makayla and I had signed the agreement.

I was shocked when I saw a team of workers completely renovating the cabin the next day.

Two fucking weeks. Two weeks of constant construction. To say that we were pissed was an understatement. Especially when they started working at the ass-crack of dawn, and didn’t stop until the sun was setting. It got worse after Makayla decided to take in her parents’ dog, Jarvis. He was a hyper, six year-old Golden Retriever – that was named after my Aunt’s admiration for Tony Stark. Every time there was a loud noise, he would bark like he was going to die.

It was horrible.

Thankfully, it was peaceful after those two weeks were up. Occasionally, there was voices or some music, but nothing we couldn’t handle. We hadn’t even met them, yet. They were barely ever there.

“Are you going to help me, or not?” Makayla snapped, pulling me from my thoughts. We were just about done staining our deck, and the heat was starting to get to her. It was 85 degrees (F) outside, with the sun beating down on us, and we needed to get it done before we lost the good weather for it to dry. “Why the hell are you wearing rain boots? You look ridiculous. Aren’t your feet on fire?”

“I kept hitting the bucket of stain,” I smiled, brushing one of the last few boards until it was well coated. “I didn’t want to get any more stain on my skin. This shit barely came off, last time.”

She rolled her eyes, continuing the task and slightly dancing to the loud music that was coming from her Bluetooth speaker on the cement porch.

The deck looked marvelous when it was done. It was a pretty big deck, built as an extension to our cement, wrap-around porch. The wood was nice and dark again, and would look nice on those days that we wanted to eat dinner and overlook the lake. The place was paradise.

“Hey, I think the neighbors are here, this weekend. I saw some people sitting on their deck, when I was mowing the lawn, earlier.” Makayla commented, as we put away the stain and brushes, “There’s a bunch of them. I was thinking about baking something and bringing it over there to introduce us. You in?”

“After I jump into the lake and cool down.” I was dying. It was too hot. I missed fall weather when it was 60 degrees and there was a breeze. That was perfect Minnesotan weather. “I’ll take Jarvis down with me, so he can jump in, too.” She waved me off, walking inside.

I found the dog sniffing the bushes in the front yard, and walked down to the dock with him, holding a stick for him to fetch. After a couple throws, Jarvis - spotting a small animal near the drying deck – took off towards the woods.

Stripping off my tank top – so I was just in my bikini and boots – I noticed that the group of people next door were heading to their dock and beach about 50 yards away. Some of them waved, and as I was waving back, I noted – in confusion – that they looked a bit familiar.

My thoughts were broken, though, as Jarvis decided to come running at me full force. He bumped my legs, sending me slapping against the water with a shriek.

Okay, that hurt. Idiot dog.

I kicked my legs to swim up, but was met with a great resistance. My boots were too heavy. What the fuck?! A surge of panic shot through my veins as I realized that my rain boots were full of water and causing my feet to sink into the muck and suction cup my feet in. Pull them off! I reached down and pulled at my legs and boots, trying to separate them. It was no use. The boots were stuck. I was stuck.

The panic was starting to build more and more, as I thrashed around under the water. I could see the surface. I was so close. The lake was not that deep at the end of the dock. I could faintly see the dog standing at the edge of the dock. I could see the sky, vision darkening as I desperately held my breath and tried to reach for the surface.

My chest was burning. A cold panic was setting into my bones. I needed to breathe. I had to, but I couldn’t. I would drown if I did.

I leaned down, clawing at my boots in distress.

Come on! Please! Let my foot go! Please, someone help me! Oh, fuck, this is not good.

There was an underwater explosion as someone had jumped into the water from my dock. I could faintly see somebody large swimming towards me, something glinting in the water catching my eyes as I tried to cover my mouth and nose with both hands, willing myself not to inhale the water. My vision was starting to darken from the lack of oxygen.

I felt large hands try and pull me up, but the boots were really sunk into the muck. The hands moved to my legs, yanking my feet out of the boots – by tearing the rubber – and freeing me. A cold, hard arm wrapped around my body as we shot upwards, towards the light.

As we broke the surface, I could hear the dog barking and people yelling. I choked as air finally filled my lungs. The person pushed me up onto the dock, rolling me onto the solid wood. I rolled to my side, coughing and shivering. A pair of small, warm hands lifted me into a sitting position, wrapping me in my towel that had been hanging from the boat lift.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” A woman’s voice came from my side, thick with a foreign accent.

I nodded, still coughing into my shaking wrist. I opened my eyes, shoving my hair out of my face.


My eyes widened in shock. The Avengers were crowded onto my dock. The Avengers. That means… I turned, and let out a shriek – startling everyone. BUCKY BARNES IS LITERALLY LESS THAN A FOOT AWAY FROM ME. I slapped my hand over my mouth in shock at my scream. Bucky Barnes was currently dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, staring at me in confusion. He saved me.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked, running his right hand through his wet hair and furrowing his brows.

Before I could answer, I heard Makayla scream from the cabin, “OH MY GOD, Y/N!” She was probably running across the wet deck in a panic, and probably creating foot prints in our hard work. I couldn’t look away from Bucky to look, though. I couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. His icy blue eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes.

He is gorgeous.

Clearing my throat, I tried to speak. “Sorry. Yeah, I’m alright.” I pulled my towel off to dry my hair a little bit. “Now I know why I had to sign the N.D.A.”

A chuckle came from behind me, as someone helped me up. Sam Wilson. “Well, luckily we were here, or this could have been really bad.”

“Y/n!” Makayla was in front of me with a dry towel, and I replaced my sopping wet one with the dry one to scrunch-dry my hair, “Oh my god, thank god you’re okay!” She crossed her arms with a serious look on her face, “I told you those boots were ridiculous.”

After rolling my eyes, I turned to face the group of people standing on the dock, “Sorry you guys had to come to my rescue.”

“Holy shit.” Sam laughed, nudging Steve Rogers, “Well, would you look at that!”

They were all staring at me. More importantly, they were staring at my chest.

My tattoo!

I moved my towel over my chest, cheeks turning red, “Um…” I turned to Bucky, who was staring at me in shock. His eyes were wide, and stance frigid. He looked ready to bolt. “Yeah, about that-”

“No.” Bucky’s voice was sharp, cutting me off.

My heart stopped. No? What does he mean ‘no’? “Excuse me?”

“No. This isn’t happening.” He grabbed my arm, roughly, with his metal hand, “Your tattoo is fake.”

I my jaw locked in anger, a hot rage surging through me. “Who the fuck do you think you are, accusing me of faking my tattoo, like some creep? I didn’t fake this!” I ripped my arm out of his grasp, rejection causing my heart to squeeze, painfully.

His icy eyes flashed with anger, “You’re lying!”

“Go fuck yourself.” I yelled, stomping towards the cabin, leaving the shocked group on the dock.

Unfortunately, Bucky followed me, and I didn’t get very far before he grabbed me and spun me around to face him, “How are you my soulmate?” His voice was laced with venom.

This was not how I had imagined us meeting, at all. This was the complete opposite of what I had imagined. I was not expecting the anger – on either side. “If anyone should be asking that question, it should be me, Winter Soldier!” I screamed, poking him in the solid chest, “Why would I want the man who killed my mom and dad as a soulmate, huh? What fucking sense does that make?” I slapped my hands over my mouth in horror. Oh, god, Y/n. He froze, mouth dropping open. I instantly felt horrible, and tears were threatening to spill over. I looked down to our feet in shame, “Oh, my god. I’m sorry. That was a terrible thing to say.”

“Is it true?” His voice was thick, and I could vaguely see his flesh hand start to shake, “Did- Did I kill your parents?”

“The Winter Soldier did.” I whispered, tears spilling, “Not you. I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean it.”

He shook his head, taking a step back from me. Then another. Then, he walked back to the cabin, but not before he could hide a tear that had slipped down his cheek.

My heart hurt so bad, I couldn’t catch my breath. What have I done? Why the fuck would I say something like that? That was so mean… Crap. Would it be more beneficial to talk to him, or to leave him be? It’s not like I really knew him, and I just offended the crap out of him… and probably hurt his heart worse than mine ever hurt.

“Well, that was unexpected.”

Turning, I saw Steve standing a few steps above me, arms crossed. I shook my head, thumb absentmindedly tracing my tattoo. “I’m a shit person.” Tears were still running from my eyes, leaving a hot trail down my cheek. “I want to go after him, but I don’t know if he will want to speak to me.”

“Everyone is going on a boat ride,” He smiled, “I think you guys should talk about… whatever just happened.”

Nodding, I looked down at my attire, “I should probably not have this conversation in a bikini. I’m going to go change, first.”

He let out a small chuckle, “Whenever you’re ready. He’s on the deck.”

I ran by him, yelling out a thanks. There were footprints on the deck, already, so I ran up the stairs on the deck and burst into the cabin. Makayla was still down at the dock, so I stripped on the way to my room.

As I was standing in my shorts and a sports bra, I heard a knock at the front door. What the hell?

Throwing on the first tank top I could find, I ran to the door. Bucky’s silhouette was in the frosted glass of the door – I could see the small glint from the sun shining on his arm and shoulder.

“Bucky?” I opened the door, anxiety burning in my chest, “I was just going to-”

“I’m sorry.” He cut me off, gazing at the script that was exposed at the top of my tank top, “I- I don’t even know what to say about your parents… and my behavior earlier-”

“Bucky. I was a dick, earlier, as well. You don’t need to apologize.” I grabbed his hand, pulling him into the cabin and shutting the door. “As for my parents, I forgave you a long time ago.”

“How?” He asked, letting go of my hand and sitting down on my couch in frustration, “How could you forgive me for that?”

“They were HYDRA.” I admitted, looking down at my feet. I heard his gasp, and I tried to explain quickly, “I didn’t know they were HYDRA. Not until people from SHIELD came knocking at our door to ask questions, but I saw their files when Natasha exposed everything on the web… including stuff about you.” I looked up, my eyes meeting his.

He flinched, shoulders stiffening, “Y-you saw the videos?”

Slowly stepping over to where he was stiffly seated on my couch, I leaned down to crouch in front of his rigid form. He looks so sad. I gently took both of his hands in mine, a small grimace on my face, “I did.” Staring down at his metal hand, I examined the little details carefully, running my fingers over the smooth, cool vibranium. “I am so sorry that happened to you. You didn’t deserve that. I forgave you a long time ago.”

He let out a shuddering breath, pulling me up from my crouch and into a hug, wrapping his arms fully around me. My arms wrapped around his waist, face pressed into the warmth of his chest. I could hear the fast thumping of his heart, and feel each shuddering breath fill his lungs. He buried his face into the hair at the top of my head, hot breath warming my scalp.

After a few minutes of silence, his arms loosened a little, “Can I see the tattoo?”

I leaned back, brushing my hair out of the way so he could get a better look at the script. His metal fingers left a cold trail as he gently traced his name that rested under my collarbones, causing goosebumps to spread across my body.

“My tattoo is ruined.” He murmured, continuing to trace his name, “The first letter is the only part that is still there. The rest got ruined.” He reached up, pulling the collar of his shirt down far enough for me to see, “Steve says that I was eager to find you in the 40’s – dating a bunch of dames in hopes that someday it would be you. When I got free from HYDRA… I thought you had died, and I didn’t even remember your name.”

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n.” I whispered, bringing my fingers up – cautiously – to touch the small letter of my name.

“It’s a beautiful name.” His eyes were closed as I traced my letter, and running my finger slowly along where the rest of my name should be. “I wish I was able to remember it. Steve remembered your first name, but nothing else.”

“I’m sorry. I should have sought you out. You could have known sooner.”

“Don’t apologize.” He brought his hand up to my cheek, warm flesh tracing along my cheekbone and stopping at my jaw, “I’m happy I finally found you.”

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I stared at his smooth lips. Taking a small chance, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. He responded right away, pulling me closer and burying his flesh hand into my hair. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss. My breath caught in my throat and my arms wrapped themselves up and around his neck, pulling myself as close as I could. This was the greatest moment of my life. I was finally kissing my other half. His soft lips fit perfectly against mine.

Pulling back for air, a small grin made its way to both of our faces as he leaned his forehead against mine, “Even better than I imagined.”

Things were going to look up. In both of our lives.

I was sure of it.

I finally had my other person.

James Buchanan Barnes.

My soulmate.


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Draven and I are sitting at home and we just watched The MTV music awards and Jared Letto’s speech!


My son and I were so moved by your beautiful words honoring his father and my ex-husband. I know you two were great friends because he shared this with me and so did my son. You and I have only met once but you spoke so beautifully and eloquently that we both wished you were one of the chosen to speak at his funeral.

We want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for saying such kind words about such a wonderful man who did wear his heart on his sleeve.

Thank you for being a very true friend to him and that I do know for a fact and he shared that with me.

Light & Love,

Sam & Draven

P.S. quote directly from Draven, “ thank you Jared that was the nicest thing anyone has said about my dad since he passed that I’ve heard come out of anyone’s mouth”.

Samantha Bennington (facebook).

Good Girl Bonus Chapter: I Should Tell Her

Jiyong’s POV

It takes four hours to pry the little beat up girl off me, not that I wanted to. She had latched on to me like her life depended on it when she showed up, there are so many tear stains on my shirt and pillows. I leave her in my bed, fast asleep, the covers pulled up to her chin. Before walking away I glance at her bruised face one more time, doing my best not to punch a wall or set out a man hunt to butcher who ever would do that to her. I quickly scribble down a note about having to go to the office to get a few things but I’ll be back soon. With that done I leave the room silently and make my way to the kitchen to grab my phone. I have a few missed calls from Seunghyun and even a few messages telling me to meet him in my office.

My heart sinks as I go down the elevator, I don’t want to leave her already without any answers to what happened to her. Her stumbling threw the elevator door bruised and beaten flashes in my mind and fists clench on their own. She couldn’t tell me anything threw her heart breaking tears, the only word she is able to get out when I asked who did this she said Block B. I’m so confused. Why did no one tell me she was missing? No matter how much those bastards in EXO hate me I thought that they would call me for help when it comes to her.

The elevator reaches my floor and I step out into the garage, automatically earning the few cleaning attendants’ attention but quickly loose it when they sense my hostile aura. My blood is boiling. How could they let their pride get the better of them? They just let her suffer instead of asking me for help? I growl out loud and kick the closest thing that just so happens to be one of my cars. The nearby attendant screams as I kick the car again and again, denting it severely. When I’ve had enough I stop and run my fingers through my hair.

“Get that fix as soon as possible,” I snap at the woman before storming off to another one of my cars. I try to stay calm as I drive to the company, but my hands griping the steering wheel until my knuckles are white give my anger away. Outside my company I toss my keys to the attendant waiting outside before storming in. Inside everyone seems to sense my killer aura and quickly parts for me faster than usual. My foot taps impatiently the whole ride up the elevator now that I’m here I want nothing more than to return to Jooyoung. The elevator dings and I’m greeted by Seunghyun who looks as impatient as I am.

“Took you long enough. I have to know if that little girl showed up at your place,” He automatically demands as I begin to storm past him. I stop mid step and glare at him over my shoulder.

“What?” I spit. How did he know she was at my place?

Seunghyun rolls his eyes and walks pass me into my office, “It’s better to discuss these things in private.” He glances at my secretary who just looks scared. I nod and tell Mino I’ll be needing dinner delivered to my apartment.  The scared man nods. I follow Seunghyun into my office and close the doors behind me.

“Hyung what the hell did you do?” I growl.

“Calm down, just tell me, did that little girl go to you or not?”

My eyes narrow on his cold face, “Yes she is there. Now tell me why.”

“I was tired of all of you going crazy about that girl. You were always jealous because of all those other guys had her, you were distracted. So the only way I could think to solve the problem was to either kill EXO or the girl.” My whole body tenses. “Don’t freak out, she is obviously not dead.”

“You didn’t kill-“

He just glares at me, “I did not kill them either. They are good at what they do and I don’t want to deal with taking them over right now so I thought of one other option. I faked her death.”

“You did what?” I snap.

“I made everyone, except for those close to us, think she is dead. There was even a funeral a week and a half ago.”

“How did you do that without a body?” I have to sit down in my desk as I try to understand what the hell he did.

“I got someone who matched her description, height and weight, and then she was beaten to death until you couldn’t recognize her. After I had someone come in and do their magic with fake DNA that girl was technically Jooyoung, enough for the police department to agree with us. The news was made public to her family and soon after EXO who were completely heart broken. They made things a lot easier by leaving the country, now she has no way to contact them to ask about anything.”

I nod my head as I somewhat try to understand, “But if they beat the other girl, why did Jooyoung have bruises too?”

“It had to be done for the videos.”

“Videos?” Of course there are videos, that is Seunghyun’s MO when it comes to kidnapping. My whole body is tense as I begin to think of what else might of happened to her. For something Seunghyun is involved in she seems pretty lucky to get out of there with all of her limbs and no broken bones. But I can’t help myself from pushing away from my desk and punching him across the face with all of my might. He’s on the ground and I find myself kicking him harder and harder until he’s begging me to stop. “I bet she begged, but did you? Of course she did, that is how you work Seunghyun, you make them beg for their life so you can get off on their suffering. Where are her tapes?”

With a shaking hand he reaches into the pocket of his suit and hands me a flash drive. “That is the only copy other than for the one EXO has.”

“It better fucking be,” I growl down at him, “If I see this anywhere I’m going to cut your dick off and make you eat it.”

He chuckles as he sits up, resting against the back of the couch, “Sounds fun. But is this how you thank me for doing all of this?”

I scoff, “You had her beaten almost to death. Who knows what else could have happened and you want me to thank you? For what?”

“For giving her to you. She has no where to go.”

“I don’t want her to love me just because she has no one else.”

“Well it seems to be the only way to get that girl to go to you. She thinks that EXO abandoned her.”

I feel like I’ve been punched, of course she didn’t just run to me, “If they abandoned her how did she escape?”

“I gave them a seven day limit. They could do whatever they want but no killing her. As long as the tapes were made I didn’t care what happened. I was kind of hoping they would be more aggressive but that little girl got her hooks into Zico.” Seunghyun chuckles dryly, irritation on his face.

“How could she do that? She has never seen him before.”

“You are not very good at protecting her either,” He taunts, “you should have looked into her security better, EXO too.”

“You mean….”

He nods, “I mean the man who as been bringing her to you this whole summer was Zico. He had been assigned to kidnap her since he is the leader but he apparently got a soft spot for her in that time and killed all the fun in the videos. Poor thing was heart broken about all of this. He even brought her to the hospital after all of it still claiming to be her innocent body guard who had escaped to go find help but couldn’t get any.”

“Why did he do that? He doesn’t have any interest in her does he?”

“It is written in his contract that he will be her body guard now. He demanded that he be allowed near her or he will tell her about everything and say that it was you who planned it. Even though I don’t like why he’s doing this, I’m impressed with what he’s will to do.”

I growl, “I’m not letting that man anywhere near her!”

“Too bad you don’t have choice. She will be asking about him soon, using the name Joker. Feel free to tell her his real name, Jiho, just do not mention the name Zico or block B around her for a while she might not react well.”

“Hyung what the hell is wrong with you?” I yell at him. “How could you do this to her? Now you put me in this position where-“

“Let me say first off that I don’t give a single fuck about that girl. Second, all I’ve done is filled you in on what you missed while you were gone. I have not put you in any kind of position, you can do with this information what you will. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I may have a few broken ribs. Which reminds me,” He gives me a smirk as he slowly stands up, “You might want to get that girl to the doctor. I heard that she might have a few broken ribs herself and maybe some internal bleeding?”

I don’t hesitate to push him back down and storm towards the door but stop on toes when I think of another question, “Did EXO get all of the tapes?”

He chuckles, “Of course. I wish I could have seen their reactions when the watched them, especially the last one when they beat the hell out of her.  Or maybe the ones where they almost rape her, I don’t know, they all would have been amazing.”

I can’t control my anger as I pick up the vase near my door and throw it at him. It shatters into a million pieces at contact and his laughing stops. My chest is heaving as I step out of my office, not giving my hyung another look but tell Mino to call a doctor. The boy nods and rushes inside. I get into the elevator and press the button until the door closes. I try to stay as calm as possible until I’m able to drive my car into the now empty garage at my apartment building. I click the car off but don’t climb out, I don’t know if I can get myself to face her right now.

She was beaten so badly because of me. She was almost raped because of me. How can I look her in the eye and pretend that I don’t know she is only here cause the others think she’s dead and she thinks they don’t want her. I bang my head against the steering wheel again and again as if I can beat the answers into my head but it doesn’t work. Tears begin streaming down my face as I realize I’m going to have to tell her the truth. She’ll probably cry more, tell me she hates me. I don’t blame her, I hate myself right now. I should have kept Seunghyun on a tighter leash with her. How the fuck could I let this happen to her?

I don’t know how long I was down there but my phone ringing brings me out of myself pity. I look down to see my building calling, “Yes?”

“Hello sir, the young lady in your apartment wanted me to call and ask you when you would be back. I saw that you checked into your garage an hour ago but I thought I would check in with you before I told her that.” The woman at the front desk says politely.

“Tell her I’ll be right up.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hang up and force myself out of the car and into the elevator. The ride up I’m doing my best to prepare for what is to come, the tears and cursing, and that just on my side. I’m not ready for her to hate me. I’m not ready to say goodbyes to Tuesday dinners. The door opens and I’m greeted with an amazing smell. Did Mino get the food delivered already? No, this smells fresh, home made.

“You’re back!” She slowly makes her way over from the kitchen bar where I can see plates filled with food. I look away from the food to her and I’m kind of star struck. She is smiling up at me, her bruises are still there but I try to ignore them because she still looks so beautiful. Her hair is in a high bun with a few curls hanging by her face and she’s wearing one of the many dresses I have for her. This one is a simple peach color that hugs her body so nicely.

But I find myself grimacing and saying, “You look thinner.”

She looks down at herself and blushes, “Being kidnapped and in a coma for three weeks will do that to you.”

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t filter it. Have you eaten?” I step closer to her. I’ll tell her after she eats something.

She shakes her head meekly, “I was waiting for you.”

“You must be hungry, come on lets eat,” I take her hand and try to lead her but she stays still. I look back at her to see her biting her chapped lip and guilty expression on her face. “What is wrong my love?”

“Can we talk first about something?”

I nod and lean against the back of the couch.

She takes a deep breath, “I want to say I’m sorry.”

“My love-“

She shakes her head at me, “Please let me finish. I want to say I’m sorry for not realizing it sooner. I’m sorry for only coming to you when they are gone. I thought that maybe I was being pessimistic when I yelled at them that day about how things would never work out with all twelve of them but I realized I was actually being realistic. They must have realized that too but that is not the point. The point is when I look at my life I realize that I only every really had one option that I know is best for me, and it is you. Please know that I do love you. I really do, I just needed a little push to get me to you.”

She smiles faintly, “Jihyo told me about what happened between you two and about what you talked about after. About the perfect life you both wanted. I didn’t want to admit it at the time but I like it. I want the husband and the kids and maybe a mistress,” She chuckle so cutely at her joke I find myself smiling. “So if you could please forgive me for all of the things I’ve done to hurt you and accept me,” She’s crying threw her smile. Her small hands are holding mine tightly.

I should tell her now. I have to. But when I open my mouth nothing of what I should be saying comes out of my mouth, “Of course, my love. You can stay forever.”

“Thank you!” She throws her arms around my neck and hugs me tight.

“But there will be no mistresses, you will only need me and I will only need you, I promise.” I hug her back, happy she can’t see the guilt written all over my face. I’m just doing what is best for her. She said it herself, that was not a realistic living situation, I’m doing her a favor. Right?

I’m not the bad guy right?

I’m just a guy in love.

She’ll understand in the long run, won’t she?

That I’m just looking out for her, I’m doing what is best for her. Yes, she will, I know she will in the future. So right now, I’m just going to show her how happy she can be with just me, that will show her, that will help her understand all of this.


Thank you again for reading my story! I appreciate everyone who takes the time to read this long mess but I want to say a special thank you to my top readers! @fallenaer @httpwyf  @chensuggababy and @pandieali you lovelies are amazing thank you for the love!

Sentence Meme: Harry Potter ( Book ) Edition

  • “I don’t care! I’ve had enough, I’ve seen enough. I want out. I want it to end. I don’t care anymore!”
  • “Don’t talk to me.”
  • “He must have known I’d want to leave you.”
  • “You’ll stay with me?”
  • “I am not worried, ( insert name here ). I am with you.”
  • “I’m going to keep going until I succeed – or die. Don’t think I don’t know how this might end. I’ve known it for years.”
  • “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”
  • “I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.”
  • “I care. How do you think I’d feel if this was your funeral… and it was my fault…”
  • “Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?”
  • “Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.”
  • “I’m on your side!”
  • “I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.”
  • “Want to come to the ball with me?”
  • “That was nosier than I thought it would be.”
  • “They are coming.”
  • “Shan’t say nothing if you don’t say please.”
  • “I can’t give a professor ‘love’!”
  • “We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”
  • “The toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might get sick.”
  • “I will not tolerate mention of your abnormality under this roof!”
  • “You’re just as sane as I am.”
  • “Just a fun fact, Professor. Adds a bit of interest –”
  • “It’s time you learned some respect!”
  • “It’s a fairytale, ( insert name here ).”
  • “Killing rips the soul apart.”
  • “One person can’t feel all that at once – they’d explode!”
  • “I had a dream about a motorcycle… it was flying.”
  • “It was only a dream.”
  • “I don’t think you’re a waste of space.”
  • “I’m dying! I’m dying, look at me! It’s killed me!”
  • “You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
  • “Are you sure that’s a real spell?”
  • “Scared?”
  • “The ones that love us never really leave.”
  • “Why would I look for someone I know wants to kill me?”
  • “You don’t have to be ashamed of what you are.”
  • “I’m not going anywhere!”
  • “I – I didn’t think…”
  • “You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!”
  • “Did you kiss?”

anonymous asked:

Viking!Bucky giving your twin sons wooden swords to practice with, only to have your daughter cry from the hut "but I want to fight mama" Bucky hears this and the next day, when your sons are play fighting he comes storming in with a small bow and arrow he's made himself. "My little princess won't carry a sword, but she will be the best marks woman this tribe has ever seen"

yes and I won’t make this sad by telling you who fires the first arrow into Bucky’s funeral boat 

Daddy Wednesday™

Re: bffs and childhood crushes

Originally posted by beatriceindre

+ “Just a game? Just a game?! Fuck you, I’ll do whatever it takes to win!”
+ “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
+ “You win.”

Pairing: shenanigans with bff!Jungkook (feat. BTS hyungs)
Genre: Crack
Words: 1113
Requested by: @honeywhatthefuck
A/N: Yet another thing that isn’t actually connected to YMBMIL, but I guess I just have my standby OCs at this point.

written for my 600+ Followers Drabbles Event

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Lionhearted - part 6 - nessian fanfic

Summary: Nesta attends her father’s funeral, but first she has a talk with Azriel about dealing with their pasts. A surprise guest at the funeral nearly ruins everything, but afterwards she and Cassian come to terms with everything that has happened.

Notes: I was going through the comments on this fic on AO3, and since there isn’t a way to say this there, I wanted to say here - thank you to everyone who has commented and encouraged me to keep going. I used to try to respond to every comment because I seriously appreciate them. This summer was… interesting, to say the least, and even though I knew it was coming it really took the metaphorical wind from my sails, and so a thing that normally would have been updated every week instead took months. Anyway, I hope you haven’t completely forgotten about it and enjoy these next parts. :)
Thanks to @squaddreamcourt for harassing me into continuing to work on this :P

AO3 : part one, part two, part three, part four, part five : no warnings


Whether she realized it or not, Nesta Archeron was exhausted.

The last weeks were beginning to take their toll, between work, her confusion over how to deal with Cassian, trying and failing to support him and Azriel, and then her father’s passing. She came home at the end of every day, threw her purse and laptop case on an armchair, warmed up leftovers in the microwave that she barely touched, and passed out in bed by 9pm. No matter how much sleep she got she woke up tired, and Nesta wondered when she would catch up and finally feel a bit like her old self again.

The old Nesta was able to take on the world. That Nesta could have handled all of this with grace and poise and certainty. She would never have done anything to make people doubt her capability at dealing with any manner of stressful situation.

And yet here she was.

These last few weeks, it had all become too much, and she had come to admit to herself that she had reached her breaking point without having noticed. No one ever expected her to crack under pressure, least of all herself, and so when that moment came, she failed to recognize it. Surely, the woman made of fire, the one her co-workers called tough as nails, that woman would never have collapsed into someone’s arms, in tears, no less. That woman would have marched into her father’s hospital room, taken care of her sisters, the funeral arrangements, everything. She never would have let others take care of her family.

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Dick Grayson + “You look just like her.”

Dick Grayson never kept the promises he made to you, that’s just how it’s always been. From the time you two were both running around the elephant pens and he was promising to teach you a new move his mother had just showed him, to the time of your death, you don’t think Dick had ever once kept a promise to you.

You guessed that’s why, when he found you being abused, under the thumb of a new, horrible ring master, you didn’t put much stock in him vetimly swearing to save you. Even after letting him share your bunk for the night you didn’t really believe him, why would you?

Just because he was broad shoulders and fancy clothes now didn’t mean he still wasn’t the same kid who never wrote you back after being adopted, even after promising he’d do so.

It just meant he was hot, and rich and had the same beautiful eyes he’d always had.

Now every story has two sides. Dick never meant to break his promises to you, things just always came up. He had meant to save you from the life you were living, but then he’d run into the other Titans and the circus had left town, and sure he could have gone after it but he had a whole city to look after and a team to build-and there were other heroes in the world.

Now he was thirty-two and the circus was back in town and Kori wanted to take their ten-year-old Mar’I to it. He’d never looked to see if you had gotten away because as long as he didn’t he could believe that you had, that you weren’t still living under some monster.

“Daddy,” Mar’I said, “Can we see the tigers?” She asked, skipping in between her parents. Dick smiled down at her.

“Sure thing,” he scanned the crowd of workers and patrons, trying to find you.

“Is there someone you are looking for?” Kori had asked. Dick’s eyes snapped back to his wife.

“Uh-an old friend,” he said. He wasn’t lying. Sure, the two of you had slept together and then never spoke again- because he abandoned you -but that didn’t mean you two weren’t friends, it just meant he was a shitty friend.

“Would you like to go look for them?” Dick looked down at his daughter. It was her first time at a circus, he didn’t want to miss it. But he also owed you an explanation-if you were still here. In his mind, you were long gone.

“It is fine, Mar’I and I shall go see the tigers,” Kori told him, smiling brightly. Dick looked at Kori for a moment before leaning up to kiss her cheek.

“I’ll be right back.”

Dick had wondered over to a grimy looking man, smoking a large cigar. The man was talking to two other people, a woman with a wooden leg, and another man with a giant hole in his cheek.

“Hi,” Dick said smoothly. The three looked at him with raised brows. “Do you know where I can find Y/N?” They all snickered.

“Y/N?” The woman snorted.

“She’s dead,” said the grimy looking man. Dick felt his heart drop.

“Dead? Since when?” The man with a hole in his cheek told him, “About ten years ago, mate.” While he was starting a family you were dying.

“It was sad,” the woman said, stealing a drag of the grimy man’s cigar, “Happened all right in front of her kid.” She shook her head, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen something more heartbreaking the little Mary after that.”

But Dick didn’t really hear her. You had a kid, a kid named Mary-his mother was named Mary, but-no.

“Sh-she had a kid?” Dick felt himself frowning. There was no way he and you had a kid together, right? He’d only slept with you once!

“I just said that, didn’t I?” The woman snapped. The Man with the hole in his cheek rolled his eyes at the woman.

“If you’d like to see Mary she’d be over by the acrobats. They’re that way.” The man pointed in a direction north of them. Dick nodded almost robotically. “Thanks.”

When he arrived at where the acrobats were, a feeling of de ja vu washed over him. Six different people, all in bright glittery costumes were stretching and practicing handstands and cart wheels.

“Can I help you?” A large, burly man in a bright sequenced costume asked.

“I’m looking for Mary.” The man eyed him suspiciously. “Why?”

“I knew her mom.”

“You’re about ten years late.”

“Yeah,” Dick said lamely.

“Mary!” The man called, “Someone over here wants to talk.” A moment later a girl, who seemed to be your carbon copy-sans the eyes, she had rich blue eyes -stood in front of him.

“Mary?” She eyed Dick wearily. She crossed her arms over her chest and pressed her lips together firmly.

“Do I know you?”

“No, but I knew your mom. She was my friend.” Dick could see, behind the hard look in her eyes, hurt flash at the mention of her mother.

“And yet you didn’t come to her funeral. Couldn’t have been that good of a friend.” Dick felt his heartbreaking. You were always such a cheery person, always smiling and bouncing around, and yet, here your daughter was, cool and combative.

“I didn’t know she died. I’m sorry,” Dick said, “For your loss.”

“It happened ten years ago. I got over it.” Dick frowned. He knew personally you never got over seeing your parents die.

You look just like her,” he said earnestly. She smiled faintly at that.

“Thanks, she always said I got my eyes from my dad.”

“Where is your dad?” Dick wondered casually. Mary shrugged flippantly, it was a question she was used to.

“Dunno. Mom always said he was ex-acrobat who never came through on his promises. Not that it ever stopped her from hoping he would.” She rolled her eyes. Dick winced, and that didn’t know unnoticed by Mary. She glared at him.

“You know I never got you name.” Dick swallowed.

“Dick Grayson.”

“What are you doing here?” Should he lie? No, she deserved the truth.

“I’m here my wife and daughter.”

“How old’s she?” Mary hissed.

Dick closed his eyes. “Ten.”

“So, while I was watching some lion tear into my mom you were playing Sally homemaker?” She laughed bitterly.


“Just shut up. God,” she shook her head, “You’re a real piece of shit, you know that?” he did “Knocking her up,” he never meant to “Promising to help her get out,” he had every intention to help her, he really did “Giving her so much false hope it killed her a little bit every day. Only to start your own family because gee,” she snarled, tears pricked the corners of her eyes, “We weren’t worth it.”

“I’m sorry,” Dick said.

“Save it,” she bit, “I hope you and your family have a great time.” And then she walked away.



Pairing: Finn Balor x original character

Summary: The elevator dings resolutely. I tilt my head, and I see Finn standing by my side, adjusting his tie while smiling softly at me, “Ready?”

The buzzing cars on the highway only serve to further my anxiousness.

“This is the apartment with the best view!” The landlord had excitedly announced to Finn and I. He was right, it was the apartment with the best view. The sunlight didn’t directly disturb the apartment, and there still remained a beautiful view of the city no matter what room one moved around in. It was perfect, for a while, but now it wasn’t so perfect anymore.

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So today we found out that Dirk Gently season two’s unofficial name is ‘The Middle of Everywhere’ and that (according to the show bible) it could potentially centre around a portal to another dimension.

But I’m actual trash so my immediate thought was less “jolly smuggling jaunt” and more “please can we have the mystery squad & co. meeting their alternate universe selves”.

I’m thinking Blackwing!Dirk and FBI!Farah joining forces with rockstar siblings Todd and Amanda, whose band (Mexican Funeral? I Hate Voicemail?) made it big time and who have spent the past year touring the world to sold-out stadiums before coming back to Seattle to rest and recuperate.

And I mainly want this because of the comparison between the canon!Brotzmans who have no money and a shitty relationship with each other currently, but who both now have a purpose and a support network, and the au!Brotzmans who are financially stable and doing what they love, but they’ve got no-one except each other and they know it’s co-dependent but what can they really do when they’re living in a virtual goldfish bowl created by their own fame? Both sets of siblings have Pararibulitis still, but au!Brotzmans can afford medication while canon!Brotzmans have psychic vampires and accompanying visions of the future. At some point all four of them have a jam session with two angry drummer girls and two frustrated guitarists and they sound amazing, au!Brotzmans are this close to recording it for when they get back to their dimension.

And then you’d have the canon!mystery squad trying to get a handle on a heavily armed and properly trained au!Dirk who has a very good understanding of his intuitions but very little understanding of anything outside of the CIA compound where he’s kept in between missions, and au!Farah who has all of the anxiety and perfectionist tendencies of canon!Farah but who just learned how to play the system and give the right answers when tested.

Essentially I just want them all to team up and break the psychic murder children out of Blackwing, just so canon!Dirk can hear someone at the door to rescue him but it turns out to be au!Dirk in full CIA tactical gear and they both have .5 seconds of what the fuck has happened now while Mmm Whatcha Say plays faintly in the background.

There’s something deeply strange to me about my parents staying up all night at the hospital, alternating between praying the rosary and comforting my sister, asking for a miracle, not getting it, and still wanting to go to church.

I’m upset that we aren’t having services until Thursday Friday Saturday. I’m disappointed the priest who actually knew us isn’t available and she will be homilied by a stranger. My best friend is flying in from California to give her eulogy. She’s like another sister to us, that’s the only part of this that feels appropriate. Leah loved her so much.

We have 10 hours over two days at the funeral home for the wake. The third day is mass and burial. And then people come back to our house? Why? I know every single friend and acquaintance of my mother is going to tell me shit like “God is fashioning a crown for her” and “let God guide you through this.” I hope I don’t throw up on them.

Green Eyed Girl- Jennie (BLACKPINK)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Prompt: Jennie gets jealous when you start to spend more time with your best friend Yeri… will you two be able to work it out?

Genre: Angst (Happy Ending)

Pairing: Jennie x Reader

You leaned your head back against Jennie’s chest as the cool morning breeze brushed over your skin through the cracked window. Red and orange tinted light cast a glow over the living room as the sun burst it’s rays through the glass. It was Autumn afternoons like this that reminded you why you wanted to stay alive. 

You were with your girlfriend, simply cuddled up on the couch as you both watched your new favorite drama, My Secret Romance. You laid in Jennie’s lap as she sat against the arm of the chair, holding your in a tight embrace and covered by a warm blanket. Suddenly, she leaned down and put a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Yah, what was that for?” you asked, looking up at her. 

“Nothing, I just love you a lot.” she smiled. She sat up, softly kissed your lips. You smiled into the kiss, glad that you were able to enjoy times this with her

You giggled, then put your head back against her chest, both of you turning your attention back to the screen. Suddenly, your phone went off, revealing a text message from your friend.

“Ugh, who’s interrupting our quality time together?” Jennie groaned, putting her head on your shoulder. 

“It’s Yeri…” you told her, smiling at your phone screen. You began to text her back. 

What are you doing today? she asked from the phone. 

“Tell her you’re going to a funeral.” Jennie grumbled, tightening her grip around your waist.

“What the heck Jennie, who died?” you asked, rolling your eyes at her suggestion. 

“Well… her if she keeps stealing you away from me.” she hissed, pouting against your shoulder. 

You chuckled, then texted Yeri back. “Nothing much, just hanging with my babe. Why?”

“Oh, good! You can both come dancing with me tonight! your best friend said back. 

“What does she want anyway?” Jennie asked with an annoyed tone. 

“She invited us to go dancing with her later today.” you told her. “We should go Jen, it’ll be fun.”

Jennie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, for you guys. You two are always all over each other.”

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Little Winston Part II

Jax looked at me, I could see the anger and the sadness in his blue eyes. After that short encounter he didn’t talk to me, he just left me there hanging walking inside the TM not before calling Opie inside, they had a meeting to attend. After that I didn’t see Jax for a couple days, I was staying at Opie’s house and I decided I’d rather spend time with my immediate family before even trying to approach the club again.

I was home alone because Donna was going to a parent meeting and Opie was working on club stuff when I heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching. I put on some shoes before looking through the window, the first thing I noticed where the white sneakers and I already knew who was coming to visit me. I opened the door putting all my weight against it.

“What are you doing here?” I said before he even had time to take off his helmet. He approached the door slowly but kept his distance but never breaking eye contact.

“I was riding around and thought I’d visit you” he said and I just rolled my eyes at him “Look, YN. I think we need to talk”

“It’s been 8 years, Jackson. All that crap is long dead” I said and he nodded licking his lips. I sighed standing there uncomfortably just looking at the blonde man “Come inside”. I was preparing some coffee while we tried to have a civilized conversation.

“So, what did you study?” he said while I poured the coffee on his cup.

“Communications” I whispered “I don’t really wanna talk about the time I wasted making other’s happy if I’m completely honest.” He nodded licking his lips once again and I swore to myself if he did that once again I’d slap him for making me feel the way he did.

“Opie told me about what happened when your dad passed away, YN. I’m so sorry” I gripped the cup tightly. “I thought you knew and you just…I thought you just didn’t want to have anything to do with us anymore”

“He was my father, Jackson.” I said feeling the anger feel me “My father died and you didn’t tell me because you thought I didn’t want to see you?”

“YN that’s not what I meant” he said trying to approach me but I got away from his touch. I couldn’t stop the tears flowing from my eyes, I could feel my heart breaking the same way it did the last time I thought to Jackson, the same it did two years ago when Opie called me asking why I wasn’t at the funeral. “I thought you and your mother were on good terms. She told Gemma…”

“She told Gemma her amazing daughter was pursuing her dreams and marrying a doctor. She told me that same story, Jackson. She made sure I complied with every dream she had for herself, she wanted to make sure the screw up she had with a hopeless man who drove a Harley had a chance to be what she couldn’t do” I said, tears running down my face “I begged her to let me stay, I begged to come back but she is an evil woman Jackson. The persuasion your mother has, the way she gets in your head is not half the power my mother has” I said and in that moment I was just a sobbing mess

“Why didn’t you tell me about what your mother was doing? I could have gotten help”

“You were already in the club and you had your own issues with Tara, I didn’t want to be a burden but I wasn’t expecting you to say those things to me” I said looking at him “Did you really feel that way? I never meant to hurt you Jax but you broke me. You were my best friend, my….” I couldn’t say those words not to him.

“I didn’t mean them, YN. I was fucking idiot back then and all I did was destroy everything I touched. I made Tara leave and I thought….I thought I had done the same thing with you.”

“We were best friends Jackson, why would you feel that?” I said getting mad again. I swore this man was going to drive me crazy one day or another. “I really fucking hate you for how you made me feel” I screamed with anger and he just stood there before approaching me once again but I didn’t move, I wanted to feel his touch even if it was for a few seconds.

“Because you know darlin’ we were not only best friends. We loved each other but we were too stubborn to admit it” he said taking my hands on his, his breath just next to my ear. “And we still fucking do”

It wasn’t easy for us to start again, there was a lot of wounds still open after all the years that went by but we still managed to make it work, loving, protecting, fighting and trusting the way only my family could do. We kept it a secret for some time but Gemma was quick to find out what was going on in between the youngest Teller and I, messing around together wasn’t easy when there was always someone looking up to see what the VP was doing but after Gemma we felt like we didn’t have the need to hide it anymore, I love that man with all his flaws and he loves me with all my flaws so what else could I ask for?

“Darlin’” said Jax when I arrived to the TM one morning, he called me saying it was urgent and I was expecting the worst, looking at him so calm but serious made my stomach twist but all he did was kiss me shortly in the lips before taking me inside. We arrived at the table were all the members were seating, Chibs kissed me in the cheek and Opie glared at me with a glint in his eyes. I was nervous looking at them, did they thought I ratted on something? Did I do something wrong last time I accompanied them on a ride? Jax seated on the President seat and smiled at me. “Whoever thinks YN is worth of becoming a member say yes” and all voted yes, I looked at Opie looking for a hint of a joke even at Jax, Chibs approached me with the kutte in his hands.

“Your papa would be so proud of you Lass”

Reblogging for anyone else who wants to read my thing.
@sinfulinsecret here you go lovely.
I hope it works


“Trust fund? Hey Jumin- I can come by and get you both… Jumin?… Are you there..?”

White noise.

It was all just white noise.

His cell phone sat on the passenger seat as Zen’s voice blared through the speakers and bounced around his car. He couldn’t speak, his throat bone dry and threatening to close up there and then. The RFA were perfect, they were his family. He knew he shouldn’t be acting like this, not when the funeral of his wife was happening in a few hours. He’d ignored pleas from his friends, leaving his daughter with a nanny, explaining that he needed to clear his head. Now he found himself inside his car, all alone, lithe fingers gripped tightly into his onyx hair as his tears threatened to spill over. There was no way would he cry, not today. It was a celebration of the most beloved woman he had ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Jumin looked out at the scenery around him through the windshield, he remembered being here with Zen not so long ago, coaxing him away from what could have been a serious breakdown.
Now he was having his own.

1 month earlier.

She was beautiful. She was angelic. She was his little baby girl and she wriggled in her father’s arms only just hours old. He couldn’t believe his eyes. This little ball of love and warmth had taken over his heart and mind even quicker than MC had done before her. She was their own priceless diamond made from them both and he instantly vowed that he’d protect her with every breath in his body.
His wife hadn’t woken up yet, worrying him. He couldn’t help but let the panic seep through his veins while pudgy little fingers grasped at his own.

Wake up now MC, please my love..

His mind was racing, trying to keep his panic under control, trying to keep his daughter as calm as he could.

They were just seconds. Seconds before the shrill alarm of the heart monitor connected to her began to go wild. No, no, no, no..
He bolted from the cold metal seat, letting it clatter to the floor. Doctors flew through the door shouting to each other, trying their best to save his wife. Jumin knew she was gone. His face drained of all colour, tears streaming down his face as he clung to the little life in his arms for support. His daughter was screaming, wriggling with all her might as he felt his world collapse all around him.

“Mr Han, Let me take her..“ Nurses crowded him, his mind numb to who had spoken. There was no way he was letting the last remnant of his wife go. He shook his head, sitting down into the nearest set of seats of the waiting room. It was cold. Sterile. He couldn’t breathe. Seconds later, help had come from the most surprising of sources.

“Jumin, Let me cover her more with her blanket okay? I’ll sit right here, she’s getting cold, look..” Zen’s voice was quiet as he slowly took her from her father, sitting with his leg touching Jumin’s. Swaddling her gently, he took Jumin’s hand and laid it on the crown of her tiny head. The little bundle finally took a few calming gasps of air as she calmed down in Zens arms.

His friends sat around him, their hopes fleeting as more nurses and doctors ran to the room. Jumin pulled and pulled at his tie, it was too hot, he couldn’t breathe. Fresh tears painted his cheeks as he tried to pull in as much air as he could through his lungs. It burnt, he wanted it to stop.

“Mr Han?”

Seven sets of eyes shot to the doctor as Jumin stood, shaking. He knew what was about to happen. He knew.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Han,” a hand was placed on his shoulder as Jumin willed the doctor to continue with a piercing glare, “your wife had a ruptured blood vessel and was bleeding internally. I’m afraid there was nothing we could do.”

The silence was deafening as he slid down into the seat closest to him. He thought he was empty of tears. Oh was he so very wrong. V stood, gripping his cane tightly as he walked over to his best friend. Falling to his knees, he gripped onto Jumin and pulled him into a tight embrace.

One by one, his friends took him into their arms, swearing that this little girl wouldn’t ever want for anything. She was always going to be protected and loved by the RFA.

But she was gone. The beautiful flower that had pierced through his thorny personality to his cold heart. The woman who had been his rock. The mother of his beautiful baby girl who lay sound asleep in Zen’s arms was gone, and there wasn’t anything in the world that could bring her back to him.

Present -

He was never the best driver; he had told himself he’d always have Driver Kim to chauffeur him anywhere, but as he drove towards the condo, he screamed at himself to drive safe, to be careful. He had a reason to keep living, to keep breathing and he was just minutes away from seeing her.

He pulled into his garage, leaving the door ajar so that one of his men could take the car. Running up to the penthouse, he slipped on the polished stairs that led to his home in his haste. Opening the door he heard his favourite noise, the noise that could light up the dark with one single note. His beautiful little girl was laughing loudly, filling the penthouse with the warmth and happiness it needed. That sound, was the best sound in the whole world.

“Mr Han, you’re back fast,” the nanny stood up, making her way over to Jumin with his pride and joy in her arms. “She just woke up and had her bottle so she should be no trouble.”

He nodded as he took her into his arms. The nanny had already dressed his little flower which meant it was his turn to get ready. Briskly walking into his room, he stopped. Her things hadn’t been touched. He’d refused to remove them as if he needed them there to keep on living. Nothing was ever going to be the same without MC.

A shriek came from the bundle in his arms as he sat down on the bed, trying his best not to get emotional again. He had to be strong for her, for MC. Raising her head gently as he supported her neck, he pressed his forehead softly to her own, his breathing sharper as he tried desperately to keep the tears at bay.

“Soo Yun. I miss her too.”