*whiSTLES LOUDLY* GOD DAMN.

SO HEY GUYS GUESS WHO'S OFFICIALLY TRASH? THAT'S RIGHT, ME.
i've basically sold my soul to Neat. wow. that ah, that did not take long at all. hmmmmmm. anyway, the point of this post is to demonstrate just how completely fricked i am. on Tumblr, good ol Tumblr, there's a lot of posts on there. lots of them have to do with random shit. and others have to do with OTP oneshot prompts. so, there's one where it's along the lines of "that one ship where they "hate" each other so much but would be completely devastated if something happened to the other." yeah, yeah that's Neat. the other one is "what a nice otp you have there it'd be a shame if oNE WAS BRUTALLY EXECUTED IN FRONT OF THE OTHER." hmmm. "imagine if person A took the fatal shot for person B, but instead of a dramatic death scene playing out, person A is dead before they hit the ground." ....yeah. here you go. all wrapped up nicely for you. good luck.

  I didn’t think about it. I just moved, closing my eyes, gritting my teeth. “Move!” I shouted,  jumping forward. I slammed into Nate, pushing him down, away from the gunshot. I felt it rip into my chest, coughed out some blood. Opening my eyes, I collapsed, crumpling. I hit the ground dead.

   I stared down the barrel of the gun, accepting my fate. But then, I heard her. “Move!” Bea screamed, and I felt myself being shoved. I fell, and I heard the shot ring out in the silence. I turned my head, and saw her crumple to the floor, her eyes open still. She was staring into nothing. A bit of blood dribbled from her lips. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I scrambled over to her. My hands barely touched her as I rolled her over. A dark red stain was spreading from her shirt, a ragged hole right over her heart.
“Bea.” I whispered. “Wake up. Bea, stop playing around.” I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. Her skin was cool already. “Get up. Stop. You aren’t dead. Get up.” I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see Jade. She was still holding the gun, smoke trailing from the barrel. I realized I was shaking, ever so slightly. No.
  “Even if she played hero to save your life, you’re still at your execution, Jones.” I felt my Shadow stir. I didn’t try to stop myself. Not this time.
  “You shot her.” I rasped, my voice dry, low. “You killed her.” Jade raised the gun, blowing the smoke away. I felt myself slipping. “Obviously.” She said, and motioned to some guards. They stepped towards me. I glanced down at Bea, and saw her hazy violet eyes. Then, I lost it.