#this is probably crap

[hedaforr]

A Clarke and Lexa Christmas

Snow fell silently onto the sidewalk as Lexa walked home from work. Green wreaths hung from the street lamps with red bows falling down from the bottom. Clear white lights wrapped around a house next to her. A giant blow up Santa stood in the yard complete with all 8 reindeer leading his sleigh. Lexa shook her head at the sight and chuckled softly.

Growing up, Christmas was never a big holiday for what was left of the Woods family. After losing her parents, Lexa grew up with her older sister Anya in a group home. Christmas was something she’d come to dread. The holiday season always reminded her of how much she missed out on as a kid.

Lexa turned the corner and walked through the gate into her apartment complex. Hers was the last one on the right, a quaint little thing on the second floor. She fumbled for her keys at the top of the landing and reached for the doorknob, but it turned without even a slight hesitation. Lexa was sure she’s locked it before she left. She shook her head and shrugged. Maybe she was losing it.

“What the hell?” Lexa gasped as she entered the room.

Someone had snuck into her tiny apartment and covered it top to bottom in decorations. Garland hung across the walls, white candles were lit in every corner. A trail of pine needles led from the doorway to the middle of the window where a tree stood. Lexa was sure it was at least 10 foot tall, the tip of the tree was bent over against the ceiling curiously.

“I wasn’t sure how tall your ceilings were, but I saw this one and knew it was the one!” A familiar voice said gently as Clarke rounded the corner from the hallway. Lexa noticed she was wearing a dark green sweater that was much too long for her with a pair of black leggings underneath and a bright red Santa hat on her head. Lexa took in the adorable sight rather confused as to how she was even in her apartment when she was supposed to be at school.

“What is all of this?” Lexa asked looking around at he room. Lights were wrapped around everything, over the bookshelves and around her tv, and there were reindeer cut outs on the walls shining against the lights.

“What do you think?” Clarke asked biting her lip nervously. She knew of Lexa’s indifference to Christmas, but wanted to give her everything she didn’t get to have. She just hoped the gorgeous brown haired girl wouldn’t be upset with her for trying.

Lexa slowly spun around the room noticing more things every where that she looked. She came full circle and met Clarke’s eyes.

Clarke could see tears forming against the emerald forests.

“Oh baby.. I’m sorry..” Clarke said rushing over to wrap her arms around Lexa.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so dumb. This was a terrible idea. I’m so sorry baby.” Clarke said as she buried her face into Lexa’s hair.

Lexa pulled away and cupped Clarke’s face. Clarke was astonished to see a huge smile spread wide across her beautiful girlfriend’s face. Small tears had dropped down her cheeks, but happiness was clear as day in her eyes.

“It’s perfect Clarke. Absolutely perfect.” Lexa said happily. She kissed Clarke’s forehead and pulled her tightly against her. “How did you do all of this?”

“Christmas magic.” Clarke giggled, ecstatic that her love was happy with the surprise.

“But it’s not perfect yet Lex. We still have to decorate the tree!” Clarke said before dashing away into the bedroom. She came back out seconds later with an armload of boxes.

“Ornaments! I couldn’t decide what colors you’d like, so I just got a bunch!” Lexa laughed and pulled Clarke back into her arms. Their lips met softly and Clarke smiled into the kiss. Kissing Lexa was her favorite thing. She so loved making the strong, tough girl soft for her.

“This is the first one to put on.”Clarke took Lexa’s hand and placed a small wrapped package in it.

Slowly Lexa peeled back the wrapping paper and saw a white orb. Seemingly ordinary, she picked it up and spun it by the hook at the top. The back of it was solid white but when it spun to the front, Lexa gasped. “Our First Christmas, Together” was spelled out in green font.

“Clarke! You’re so amazing.” Lexa said happily pulling the gorgeous girl back in for another kiss.

“Put it on the tree?” Her bright blue eyes shown in the soft light from the tree. Lexa knew in that moment that she would do anything for this girl standing in front of her. She would cross mountains and stop time itself. She was absolutely in love with Clarke, beyond all reason.

Lexa placed the ornament in the middle of the tree, after Clarke taught her the correct way to put the ornament hook on it, and how to make sure it didn’t fall off the tree by bending the branch up slightly.

Clarke played some Christmas music on her phone and the two happily continued to decorate the tree. Cookies were apparently baking in the oven Lexa wasn’t even sure worked until Clarke carried a huge stack of sugar cookies out. The pair danced and sung together obnoxiously, putting all of the ornaments onto the tree and stuffing their mouths full of cookie bits.

Once the final ornament was hung, Clarke stepped back to have a look at their handiwork. She cocked her head and laughed. The sight was one they wouldn’t soon forget. While Clarke had been hanging the ornaments all over seemingly randomly, Lexa has hers in almost perfectly straight lines color coded around the tree.

“We’ll have to work on that for next year baby.“ Clarke said, wrapping her arms around Lexa’s shoulders from behind, reaching around to kiss her on the cheek. Lexa smiled at their jumble of a tree and sighed to herself happily. She thought it was perfect, simply because it was Clarke who decorated it with her. She kissed Clarke’s hands before unraveling herself and picking up Clarke over her shoulder. The blonde giggled and tried to escape Lexa’s grasp, but only succeeded in making Lexa tickle her sides, causing her to laugh even more. Lexa plopped her down on the couch and grabbed a blanket before sitting next to her and wrapping it around the both of them. They sat there looking at the lights and the mess of ornaments with Clarke’s head on her shoulder and their fingers intertwined.

“Hey, did you put that there?” Clarke said, pointing vaguely at the tree after a few minutes.

Lexa had no idea what she was referring to so just shrugged her shoulders and kissed her girlfriends cheek. “If I did, and it looks terrible, it’s your fault”. She smiled at Clarke.

“No baby, that!”

Clarke got up and tugged Lexa back to the tree and pointed at a small box near the top of the tree.

“What? I didn’t even know we had boxes. Do people normally put boxes on the tree? I only put on the circle ones.”

Lexa reached up and took he box in her hand. It was small and black. Smaller than her palm. She turned it over curiously before opening it. Inside sat a stunning 3 stoned ring.

“Clarke..? What is- “ she broke off, turning around to find Clarke bent down on one knee.

“Lexa, I know we haven’t been together for very long, and I know we’re young. But ever since I met you, I knew you were the one. I knew you were my soul mate and that somehow we were meant to be together. Ever since I first looked into your eyes... I knew I wanted to spend forever by your side. Life became so much more when I met you, and I can’t imagine a day without you. So Lex, my love, will you-“.

Lexa cut her off falling onto her and wrapping her arms around the kneeling girl. “Yes babe, yes, yes of course!” She shouted laughing as they almost toppled to the floor.

“You didn’t even let me finish asking!” Clarke replied giggling along with her.

Lexa sat back looking at her in awe, waiting for the next few words.

Clarke chuckled again before taking a deep breath.

“Lexa, will you marry me?”

Lexa felt the tears well up again. She was definitely not a crier, but something about this girl made her so weak. She nodded her head vigorously and pulled Clarke back into her arms. Clarke covered Lexa’s face in soft kisses as they sat there holding each other in complete bliss, under the light of their very first Christmas tree together, with so many more now shining on the horizon.

[arrcwheart]

@walledoffheart gets a thing

“Fuck.” The word was a pained hiss falling from his lips as he struggled with his shirt. Alec was determined to not ask for help, though. He was fine. Logically, of course, he knew that a few broken ribs meant that he wasn’t fine. But he could do this, it was a shirt and Magnus was busy anyway. Alec had sustained worse injuries than this and he had managed just fine. He didn’t need help.

The way he was still struggling and growing more and more frustrated said otherwise, however. After a few more moments, Alec tossed the shirt onto the bed and sat down on the edge of it, pushing a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh. It was bad enough that he was stuck at home, now he couldn’t even put on a shirt by himself. The fingers of his free hand brushed over the bandage wrapped around his torso and he winced. He was lucky, though. Because of if Magnus hadn’t been there, Alec wasn’t sure he would have survived the attack. The demon had practically torn right through him, but Magnus’ magic had kept him alive.

His hand dropped to the bed and Alec picked up the shirt again. Taking a deep breath, he tried once more to get his shirt on.

[heatofthehemmo-blog]

cloak

WARNING: MAY BE SLIGHTLY TRIGGERING i know it's just a paragraph, but I thought I'd throw that in, it may be necessary. if you need someone to confide in or vent to, i am available. her cloak had always been surrounding her. drowning out her beauty, her pain, the sun, the rain. the cloak stayed, for it was hers. she could never seem to let it go, for it helped her hold on. her true identity was under that cloak. she used it to shield from the agony. the scars. the bruises. the burns. her insecurities cloaked her from seeing the good world, and the world from her. she clutches to these insecurities, and wanders the dark side of the moon.

[sunnyblueskies2077]

Hey, Boy

Sunny approached the run-down gas station cautiously. Codsworth had warned her that the world outside of Sanctuary wasn’t very friendly, full of creatures and “people of dubious morals”. He’d advised her to keep her gun at the ready and to be wary. 

Remembering his warning, Sunny tried to walk softly as she drew closer to the building. She wasn’t very good at any of this. Nate had taught her how to shoot, sure, but her aim was average, and her hands weren’t steady. She wasn’t used to holding a gun; to the idea of killing to survive. This wasn’t supposed to be her life. 

For the first time, Sunny thought that maybe it would have been better if she’d been holding Shaun. If she’d been the one to die. Nate would know what to do in this world, how to do what was needed to find their son. Sunny had never believed she was pathetic or wanting, but in this instance...

A sharp noise startled her out of her thoughts, and Sunny raised her 10mm, whipping around to pinpoint the noise. Ahead of her, near one of the long-empty pumps, was a hole, the dirt ringing it shoved up as if it had been recently and hastily dug. Brow furrowed, Sunny slowly walked toward it, lowering her gun. It looked like a gopher hole, but much larger. What the fuck kind of animal...?

Movement. She caught it in her peripheral, and jolted around in time to see a large... thing running toward her with surprising speed, large front teeth bared and spitting mad. Sunny stumbled over her own feet trying to back away and raise her gun at the same time, panicked. The thing left the ground, leaping toward her. She fired twice, missing, and cursed, pretty sure she was about to get it.

An even larger, furry animal hit the thing from the side, taking it down and removing her from danger. The two creatures hit the ground near the pumps, and the larger animal growled as it dug into the smaller and ripped it apart. Distracted, Sunny almost missed the sound behind her, but turned in time to see another... whatever it was bolting her way. She lifted the pistol and breathed out as calmly as she could, sighting down the barrel. She fired and the thing stopped, crumpling. 

Sunny let out a sigh of relief as the noise of combat behind her ceased. She faced the aftermath to see the smaller animal dead, missing a couple chunks. The larger animal- it was a dog, she realized. A German Shepherd. It looked perfectly normal, like dogs had pre-war. It was covered in some viscera and some grime, but otherwise looked pretty healthy, considering it’s environment. It approached her without any fear, barking excitedly. It stopped at her feet, tail wagging and tongue lolling out. Sunny looked around, but couldn’t see another soul.

“Hey, boy.” She said, reaching a hand out and letting him sniff her. He licked her palm before barking again, and she smiled. She’d always loved dogs. She and Nate had owned a dog, a little beagle named Buddy, but he’d run off a few weeks before the bombs dropped. 

She knelt to the dog’s level and ran a hand over his flank. “Did you lose your owner, boy? You wanna come with me?” The dog barked happily and licked her chin, and she laughed. “Alright. Come on, boy. Let’s get moving.” She stood and before she could step, Dogmeat shot off down the road, as if he knew she was heading for Concord. Grinning and shaking her head at his enthusiasm, Sunny followed. 

Guess she had a new friend. 

[too-many-cats-in-one-trench-coat]

Okay, so I was tagged to create an OC by the loveliest @papermoon262, @myyahart, @wildvainobsessor, @fuelforsin and @wildrecklessyouthinme (I think that was everyone).  At first I wasn’t going to do this because I have SO many OCs right now, but I was inspired by last night’s Agents Of Shield.  If you haven’t seen it, this probably won’t make that much sense.  

Forgive me if this is crap.  I’m still hopped up on cold meds.

Blind Man’s Bluff - Agents of Shield

Maya Caro was a wanderer.

Or at least that’s what her mother used to tell her when she was little.  It didn’t make much sense to her at the time.  She never actually went anywhere.  As a matter of fact, she only ever went to one place.  That dark, dusty corner in the stacks of the New York Public Library.  But then again from that one spot she could go anywhere.

Her head was in the clouds.  And when she grew up, she decided to join them.  Literally.

November 27, 2010.  

The closer that date approached, the more palpable the anticipation and excitement.  Her time as an AsCan (astronaut candidate) was coming to an end—basic training complete, advanced training finished.  She fought tooth and nail to bring herself to the top three in her class, but those programs gave her nothing truly unique. They were formulaic—typical.  They told her nothing of where she was going to go or what she was going to do. 

During intensive training she managed to work out some of the parameters.  Alien planet (score).  Desert environment (less of a score, but whatever).  Breathable air (convenient, but less cool).  Recon mission, specifics classified as ‘need to know’ (mysterious.....).  Plus you could pick up on the finer details if you paid attention.  Like the fact that all of the background materials they were given dated back to 2001.  That was the technological Dark Ages--practically Y2K.

None of those small tidbits of information, though, prepared her for the fact that her ride to the alien planet was a giant slab of black rock.  Apparently NASA kept the ‘intergalactic portal’ card close to the chest.  The mission was a short one.  Five team members, twenty-four hours.  Investigate and return.  Well they managed to fuck that one up on all counts.  One freak sandstorm and twenty-five hours later they were marooned.  They were alone, and there was a darkness hiding in the dunes.  Menacing, powerful, and completely...indefinable.  But it was dangerous.

One by one the darkness picked her team off—invaded their minds, drove them crazy.  It took them over and twisted them up on the inside.  Ellis did a swan dive off a cliff.  Morgan took a pen and drove it into his jugular.  Easton came after her and Slattery while they slept.  He got Slattery.  She got Easton.  And then she was the only one left to get got.  

Speed, luck, a few novel ideas and sheer desperation.  Sleeping with one eye open to keep the darkness at bay.  That’s all that kept her alive.  For years.  Or at least what she thought was years—the lack of a sun on this planet made that difficult to determine.  And her head wasn’t in the clouds anymore.  It was back on Earth.  Earth was the dream.

Until that one day.  That one day in the midst of a wild storm she heard somebody else desperately calling out a name.  A voice that didn’t belong to the darkness.

“WILL!”

Well if ‘Will’ wasn’t going to answer, she sure as hell was. 

“HELLO?”

Okay, so the basic idea for this is that the monolith opened up again in 2010 while NASA still had custody of it and they sent in a recon team to find out what happened to Will and the last group.  But they got dropped off in a different location because of the turning of the planet.  When SHIELD opens up the portal again, it’s the one nearest Maya, and she gets dragged back to Earth.  Anywho, sorry if this is terrible.  I’m sneezing on my keyboard.

Also I just want to give a quick kudos to Elizabeth Henstridge for this last episode of AoS.  She was sooooooo incredible.  I love you, Jemma. Ugh, that show gives me the feels!

[justalostmonster]

Me: And now...back to...this bitch that had a lot to say about me in math class, Mr. Deboy what's good?

[onodera-bitchsu]

I did the thing.

“No Words Needed” - a Takano Masamune + Onodera Ritsu Mini Fic.

[inspired by this.]

Words: 1,425 

A/N: Well, I was going for a really short drabble at first, but once I started it I was like “if I do this, I might aswell do this right.” I’m sorry about the possible mistakes, English is not my native language. :3 Right, and it’s in Ritsu’s POV. And I don’t usually write. So this is probably not good in any way, so gomenasai. what else, lol. Have fun???

It was happening again. It happened a bit too often lately, and I was about to lose my damn mind.

„T-Takano-san, please cut it out!”

He was sitting opposite me, the only thing between us was the table, flooded with manuscripts. His expression, like most of the time, was completely unreadable. He didn’t even flinch when I called his name.

„I was just assuming that you wanted to talk about something completely different when you invited me over. But pardon me if I was wrong.”

„What are you talking about? I asked you to come over to help me out with work!”

„Yeah, which you never do. In fact, you’d usually rather jump off a cliff than having to ask for my help. With work.”

I huffed. He was being so annoying!

„Well, excuse me for having too much work for one person to deal with! Maybe you could tell my boss to give me a little break the next time you see him…”

He didn’t say anything. He knew I was actually happy to work hard, and he also knew I was grateful he trusted me enough to give me serious tasks. We both knew that. And he also knew that I was just trying to change the subject…

„Fine, if you insist, we can pretend that this is completely ordinary, and act like you’re a lousy editor. I’m obviously here all the time to help you out with every single problem you have. I don’t even know what I thought. My bad.”

The silence after that was comforting, I didn’t even mind the notable sarcasm in his voice. I just wanted to be able to breathe again.

„Onodera.”

….. I knew it was too good to be true. I reluctantly looked up.

„Are we seriously not going to talk about anything else?”

I started to panic immediately. I knew exactly what he wanted to talk about. He wanted to talk about this whole situation. He wanted to talk about us.

Us. My heart rate sped up.

He tried to talk to me before, too, but I kept ditching the subject. I was also aware, somewhere deep inside, that he’d been nothing but patient. That he deserved the answer he wanted. The answer to what we were. Because we’ve been… something for a while now. He wanted to know what that „something” stood for.

But so did I! What does it stand for, exactly? And how could I give him an answer, when even I’m not sure myself?

…

I was unable to leave my comfort zone.

„Huh, I-I don’t know what you mean. What else is there to talk about?”

In that moment, the stoic expression changed. He squinted at me. And not in the ’Oh please, I see right through you, and I know you’re hiding something’ way, but in the ’You’re dancing on my last nerve, and I’m about to commit murder’ one. 

Shit! I was screwed.

He stood up to get around the table, and then jump me, probably. For reason A or B, who knows, I was unprepared either way. I gulped.

„T-Takano sa—„

He stopped, crouched down right in front of me, and I felt my back hit the wall as I was subconsciously trying to back away. It felt like the oxygen left the room, and my heart started to race rapidly. I didn’t like this position. He was way too close. And it also made it harder to run away, if necessary.

„Please, tell me.”

His voice was soft. And I absolutely hated the way it made me feel.

„T-tell you what?”

A nervous laugh left my lips, and when Takano spoke again, his voice was the opposite of soft.

„What are we, Onodera?!”

Now he was demanding. Wonderful. The panic slowly started to take over my whole body. I couldn’t just say it!

„I… I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time with you! I should just get myself a girlfriend like every normal guy would!”

Sometimes I said the opposite of what I felt or thought of. It couldn’t be helped, I didn’t have control over it. Either this, or I’m way too honest. It seemed like there was just no inbetween. And I hated both.

I worriedly searched Takano’s face for signs of hurt, but I only saw the poker face, which apparently returned somewhere along the way.

„Probably because you’re gay.”

There was something about the way he said it, so plainly and bluntly that I instantly became irked beyond comparison.

„I’M NOT GAY!”

I don’t know why I became so upset, though. It’s not like I cared about that so much. It’s not like I didn’t fall in love with a guy before. It’s not like I didn’t sleep with Takano-san pretty much regularly. It’s not like we didn’t kiss.

…

It’s not like my heart didn’t want to jump out of my throat in that very moment, just from looking into his eyes.

But that was it, though. He didn’t say anything to that. He was waiting for me to continue. Preferably with the truth.

He could see right through me. And I knew what I wanted to say, too.

And even so, I couldn’t do it. I needed more time. It was so easy to say it to him before, but the past’s happenings changed me, it didn’t help that now I knew he didn’t mean to hurt me back then. I couldn’t help it.

But I wanted to say something. Give him something. Something that’s true, but not the “big truth” with the L word. I was just not ready for that. Not yet.

Something true to give, something true to say…

„I-I’m not gay…” I repeated it slowly.

Something true to give, something true to say…

„I’m…”

I could feel my ears burning, and if my heart was beating rapidly before, then by now it probably collapsed.

„I’m Takano-sexual!”

I became unsure if that was really what I wanted to say as soon as I blurted it out. And then for a second I couldn’t even believe I actually said it.

God, that was so embarrasing! But, technically… it was also true.

Still, I could feel my face reddening alarmingly as I caught him staring at me with wide eyes. Great, I managed to shock him.

… And then he bursted into laughter.

It was not just a little snicker this time, it was a heartfelt, honest-to-god laughing fit.

I immediately frowned at the sight, and probably also pouted – I wasn’t in control over my feelings anymore. Why did he have to keep doing this to me?!

I would’ve probably run out of the house and then never come back if it wasn’t for my utter confusion. And maybe, maybe I was a little bit of in awe, too. You don’t see Takano-san laughing so… well, never.

I was quick to recollect my thoughts, though.

„Seriously? You’re laughing at me again?! I was serious! And it was hard to say something like that out loud! And yet you’re here laughing again… How can you be surprised I can’t say certain things out loud?!”

Something must’ve clicked in him, because he immediately stopped laughing, and I saw a quick wave of worry washing through his face. He blocked the way with his arms to prevent me from escaping. Not like I tried to do so.

„No, no, I’m not laughing at you!” He said reassuringly, however I didn’t feel the slightest bit reassured.

„Right, of course you’re not…” I mumbled.

„I was just surprised! I was not expecting to hear… that. Especially not from you.”

„Huh?! Do you think you’re the only one who can go around saying embarrassing stuff?”

„No.” He leaned in to kiss my neck, and I had to bite down on my tongue. „I’m glad.”

I could feel his smile against my skin. My body started going crazy. I had to do something. I had to talk about something, anything, to get this man away from my neck before my legs turn into jelly.

„I-I just wanted to say something… something true. Since I can’t say the other thing… yet.”

It worked, he turned to look into my eyes, and smiled – frickin’ smiled – at me. My heart did the thing again. I honestly hate this guy!

He softly bumped his forehead against mine. „I’ll take it…Ritsu.”

As he started kissing me, my mind went blank. And then I started wondering… why do we even need words?

[nathancykes-blog]