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I Hate That I Love You

Title: I Hate That I Love You

Requests: Hey , do you think you could do an imagine where , the reader is Josh’s best friend , and despite how long they been friends she is scared to talk about it with him ? Maybe get some rain action ? And a sappy ending ? I l or sappy endings with kisses ☺️❤️ this would be great , love your work .

Hey! I was wondering if you could write just a SUPER fluffy imagine with Josh. I need some good fluff rn before midterms.

Characters: Josh Dun x Reader, Tyler Joseph

Warnings: Underage drinking, cursing

A/N: I know the requests ask for fluff and I promise part 2 (and maybe 3 if I want to make it longer) will be fluffy!

Part 2 - It’s Always Been You

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The Lady of Calormen

Peter Pevensie x Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

A/N: This was a fun one to write! I got a bit carried away though lol


He knew the others weren’t a fan of this plan. Peter wasn’t so hot on it himself, but there was no other way to seal their alliance with the Calormen.

“Peter, I don’t see why one our Archenland allies couldn’t be the one to seal the treaty. Why do you have to marry her?” Edmund demanded.

His brother sighed.

“Because Ed, it’s my duty as High King. That, and… I wasn’t going to let them force you into anything you clearly didn’t want.”

“Yes, but–”

“Enough about it. What’s done is done.”

Edmund was clearly dissatisfied, but he didn’t protest it any further.

“When is she arriving?”

“This afternoon.”

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SP I see you and I don’t like you.

I need to vent. I’m tired. So freaking tired of the franchise insulting, changing, destroying and hurting my beloved ship out of jealousy, bitterness and sexism. Yeah, okay, SasuSaku is the most popular het ship in the series even though it doesn’t include Naruto, yes okay Sakura chose Sasuke over the main character Naruto who according to the franchise deserves the universe and then some. Yes okay, Sasuke is Naruto’s rival and needs to be put in his place because ‘Main character’.
But you’re supposed to be professional. And yet, you keep insulting, excluding and forcefully changing Sasuke and Sakura as characters and a ship, while everyone else gets to keep their happily ever after. And why? Because Naruto isn’t part of the ship.
What was the point of keeping Sasuke away from his best friend’s wedding and having a sad Sakura be jealous at everyone around her getting into relationships? Even though 699 had them both understand each other’s feelings?
What was the point of changing the few ‘moments’, if you can even call them that, SasuSaku had in the novels by changing scenes such as the one where Sasuke gets a letter and it’s mentioned that Sakura remembered his childhood dream but instead, in the anime, it’s Naruto that remembers it?
What was the point of animating almost every stupid novel, even the ones that honestly do not matter at all, all while leaving out Sakura’s where she gets to shine and Sasuke is shown to care through going out of his way (like in canon) to travel back to rescue Sakura?
Why re tell the Boruto movie in a manga and cut out the scene at the end where Sasuke and Sakura sit on a roof as if Sakura was never an important part Sasuke thought of when making important decisions (like in Gaiden where she was included in the Hokage meeting)? 
What’s with the ‘yay Hokage nay papa’ bullshit you force onto Sarada even though her relationship with Sasuke was completely fine at the end of Gaiden?
Why the hell are you making Sasuke care more about Naruto’s brat than his own family? Are you sane?

SS gets pushed aside, ignored in fillers, insulted and torn apart. And honestly, if what I saw regarding the cast for the new anime is true, it wouldn’t surprise me if SP tries to destroy my ship entirely in the anime. Noriaki isn’t even listed, and neither is Chie. Why is that? Are they going to make Sasuke travel again with the excuse that he has to ‘investigate’ the mark on Boruto’s hand? Are they going to keep him out of the picture by making him train Boruto outside the village for a few years like Jiraiya did even though Jiraiya didn’t have a freaking family to look and care for? Are they going to keep Sakura out of the picture by letting her simply disappear and never return again because lols reasons? If I didn’t know the franchise as well as I do, I would call prank or bullshit on this. but I do. Even Shino is listed as a returning character in the anime. Can you believe that? That’s how far those people are willing to go for their hatred towards SasuSaku.

People need to finally open their eyes. SP isn’t going to give you more kids, nice flashbacks or cute little fillers free of stress, angst or negativity. It will continue to shit on your ship, hide it in a nice looking gift box to make you believe it’s actually something cute and positive, only for you to notice that you have been tricked once again (aka the last or road to ninja or boruto the movie).

I could deal with all of this way better if it wasn’t for the fandom. Because a very large portion cannot or refuses to face the fact that all material that is not produced and released by Kishi can be seen as not canon.

And even though all of this is a burden I hate, I’m still happy with my canon SasuSaku ship. Because canon, once it’s not buried under a pile of filler shit anymore, is pretty amazing.

RFA + MC: Panic Attacks

This also wasn’t requested. But I would like to point out that I struggle greatly with anxiety, panic attacks and low self esteem. That being said, everyone experiences anxiety differently. The accounts described are how I deal with them.

  • Yoosung

- It’s a shame. Rika wouldn’t do something like that
- If only Rika was here with us still, I miss her

- You and Yoosung were in a relationship for the past year and it was slowly blossoming. You two loved each other a lot and often told each other how you felt or if something was bothering you. You two vowed to be there for each other after all.
- Yet at times, you always felt that he still held Rika closer to him than you. Which was fine, Rika was like family to Yoosung. Her death was very traumatic for him, seeing that it was his first time coping with grief. You understood that much and were fine with that part.
- Yet you always felt at competition against her. And she wasn’t even alive anymore…
- He doesn’t love me
- He doesn’t appreciate me…
- I’m not doing enough for this party
- After all, I’m not Rika…

- Thoughts played on a loop. Your chest started to tighten and you awoke with a gasp. It was the middle of the summer and you were wearing your vest and shorts, yet your body was drenched in a layer of sweat. You started to lose sensation in your hands and feed and your breathing became faster and laboured.
- Tears streamed down your face as you croaked to Yoosung for help, unable to speak. You patted for him desperately.
- “MC..? It’s the middle of the night…” he said, groggily. He leaned over and turned on the lamp, wincing at the sudden brightness. He leaned over and froze when he saw you in your panicked state. He knew you got panic attacks regularly and he was there all the time for them, but he never knew the reason. “MC…”
- He never knew that you felt that you were being compared to Rika, and in turn, started to compared yourself to Rika.
- He pulled you close to him and tried to get through to you. “Shh, everything’s fine. You’re okay, it’s only panic. I want you to take deep breaths with me, okay?”
- You began to follow him and he rubbed your back up and down. He looked up to you so much yet you suffered with these debilitating attacks. Once you calmed down he asked what was on your mind. The stress of the party, feeling totally inadequate and comparing yourself to Rika, everything.
- He kissed your forehead and pulled you towards his chest now.
- “You’re so silly. Is that what triggered this? MC, love, there is no need go compare yourself to Rika and I’m sorry I come across as if I do that. I’ll change. But you’re you. Give yourself some credit. This is your second  party, give yourself some credit. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

  • Zen:

- There he was, looking as dazzling as ever. He was where he belonged on stage. He was so gifted and handsome and chivalrous.
- It was so packed and hot and you couldn’t hear yourself think. Or breathe. You felt really unwell.
- The intermission was approaching. Good, I have survived an hour, I can do one more and then Zen will be finished and we can go home, you told yourself.
- But you now had to deal with Zen’s fans outside. The majority of his fans were lovely and they were happy with the two of you being in a relationship and later married. You neglected to tell Zen this, but some of them had been targeting you on social media platforms. This wasn’t the root source of your issues with a anxiety and panic, but it’s undeniably true that it has been making your anxiety worse.
- “Oh look, it’s MC.”
- “I wonder what she did to become Zen’s wife.”
- “Oh, you mean it’s not obvious yet? Look at her!” The insults came one after the other.
- And you ran. You couldn’t take it, those comments tipped it over the edge. You ran backstage, despite what security said. You called out for your husband, your panic attack reducing you to the floor.
- “Miss, are you okay?” A backstage worker asked
- You shook your head, trying to catch your breath, but failing. You grasped at the air before you, croaking for Zen again. And thankfully, he spotted you and ran over to you.
- “Oh, mc, hey, hey… are you okay?” Your chest screamed for oxygen but you shook your head. He pulled you towards his chest for a few moments.
- “That’s okay, let it out. You’ve done well to last this long, okay?”
- He lifted you up and took you into the restroom. Zen always kept one of your beta-blockers with him, as well as a bottle of water. He gently pressed a tablet against your lips and opened up the bottle of water. You took a drink and you chest slowly began to loosen.
- He informed the director he had to leave to tend to some personal issues of his own and have his understudy take over, against the director’s and your own wishes. But he insisted. He needed to make you feel happy.
- He drove you home, removed your clothes drenched in sweat and gave you some looser clothes. He pulled back the covers and wrapped his arms around you, whispering sweet nothings until you relaxed and fell asleep in his arms.

  • Jaehee:

- Jaehee knew that you suffered from GAD and panic attacks. You had been for years now and it took a while, but you have come to grips with it for the most part that you were just an anxious person. It took time, but you gradually began to get your life back.
- However, you still had bad days and today was one of those days.
- Maybe it was the heat or because the cafe was packed today. But you couldn’t concentrate and usually that was a sign that a panic attack could overtake you. Everything seemed ‘fuzzy’, as if you were having an outer body experience.
- Jaehee called you over to serve two customers. It took you a few moments to register her request, but you walked over and took the tray to the table.
- Jaehee noted that you looked very pale, as did the customers at the table. You were now shaking and your chest tightened.
- “Are you okay?” They asked.
- You didn’t answer as you ran into the supply room, Jaehee coming in a few minutes later.
- Needless to say, you were a mess. You were hyperventilating, tears leaving tracks down your face, shaking. The familiar feeling of dread lingering in the back of your mind. You needed to get out, you needed to–!
- “Mc.” Jaehee said, kneeling down on the ground before you. She had your sweaty, clammy hands in hers. “Remember, you’re okay.” You began to whimper again and she brought a tissue to wipe your face. “Shh, shh. You’re okay, you’re okay.”
- She placed a glass of water up to your lips, encouraging you to take a drink.
- “Take as long as you need. I hunted everyone out, saying we were taking a break for an hour for lunch or something. You know, maybe that’s what you need. But for now, sit here, compose yourself, and I’ll be out in the kitchen and we can talk then, yeah?”

  • Jumin:

- “Dear, you look unwell, are you okay?”
- You nodded your head, but you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. The tingling sensations spread down your legs and arms. Jumin took a hold of your hand, squeezed it as a way of saying, “It’ll be okay.”
- And he was right. It was proven that a panic attack can, generally, last only ten minutes. But those ten minutes were utterly horrifying and the panic attack could easily come back.
- Currently, Jumin, you and his employees were in a meeting about business related crap, you honestly couldn’t pay attention at this stage. And then, an employee asked you to speak.
- No, no, please, you said to yourself.
- You stood up and slowly walked over towards the whiteboard that had various diagrams on it. You had a sheet of paper in your hands of the points you wanted to make. You then felt the employees’ eyes piercing into your very soul.
- You blinked away the tears, trying to compose yourself. Your chest was so tight and there was a sharp pain there too. The room began to spin. Thankfully, Jumin came to your rescue by saying, “let’s take a ten minute break.”
- You dropped the documents in your hands in a hurry and ran out of the conference room. Jumin came out and he held your hand as he took you to his office. You burst into tears as soon as he shut the doors to his office. He sat you down in his office chair as he kneeled down. Tears dripped down, landing on your pencil skirt. Jumin had his hand in yours and was rubbing circles into your palms.
- “It’s okay. Just follow my breathing. Just concentrate on your breath coming in-” he paused to inhale, “-and out.” And exhaled.
- You shook your head, hyperventilating still. You looked into those familiar eyes of liquid mercury, a comforting glaze in his look. You told him you can’t but he was there to shake away those thoughts.
- “You can, you absolutely can. Keep your eyes on me and focus on your breath,” he cooed, his voice turning to a whisper. “I am not going anywhere. I know you can do it.”
- In, out
- In, out
- You kept your gaze locked on his hypnotic eyes. He was there every step of the way. A warmth filled your heart and he gently pressed his lips to yours.

Saeyoung:

- “I don’t care about your feelings, alright?!”
- “Don’t be nice to me if you don’t know anything..
.”
- “Keep your distance.”
- You had been nothing but kind and patient towards Saeyoung. You tried to be understanding, but he kept pushing you away. You tried to get through to him, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Today he reached his limits, and he snapped at you. And it was much harsher than normal.
- You slid down the edge of the island unit in Rika’s apartment. You buried your head between your hands and shook.
- You felt so stupid. I am such an idiot, he doesn’t like me at all… I just keep annoying him. Oh god, I must have gone overboard this time, you said to yourself.
- But you tried your best to help him; you gave him space, left him food, etc.
- Your chest grew tighter and tighter until you couldn’t breathe. You gasped in heavy strokes, trying to remain as quiet as possibly so that you wouldn’t disturb Saeyoung. You clamped a hand over your mouth, which echoed with a slap. Saeyoung must have heard it. He ran out and saw you in this state and. His heart split into two pieces.
- Oh god, are they okay?!
- He crouched down, shook them and took a hold of your hands. “Mc, mc… hey, mc! Can you hear me?”
- You responded with choked whimpers and laboured breaths. He sat down beside you, squeezing your hands.
- “You…” you whimpered, “you’re so mean to me… I am trying to understand you, but you’re so cruel to me…”
- I caused this… I caused them to panic like this, he said to himself, bringing you to his chest.
- “I am sorry, I am so sorry, Mc. I am doing this for your own good. I’m dangerous and you can’t get close to–”
- “I don’t care!! I don’t care that you’re dangerous. It makes no difference, because I love you… a-and you keep pushing me away!” you wailed. “But it just fucking hurts!” You choked. Your breathing quickened and the room started to spin and Saeyoung cupped your tear-streaked cheeks.
- Everything she said was a stab to the chest.
- “It’s like you don’t care… but I know you do, I know it!”
- “Deep breaths, Mc. Try to calm yourself before we talk about this…”
- He sat with you, taking deep breaths. There was bomb in this apartment, but this was more important. You were upset and he was partially to blame. As you stopped crying, he rubbed your back. He tried to explain his feelings to you.
- “I am sorry, mc… I am sorry I said those things. But… I do feel the same way. I just don’t want to hurt you… I want to cherish you. But look at what I have done to you… I will not yell at you anymore. All I ask is that you wait for me to deal with this bomb crap and we’ll talk more about this then.”
- You nodded.
- He guided to your bed and suggested to taking a nap. He left a drink of water in your bedside locker and stayed with you until you fell asleep.

Arranged {Part 9} [D.M.]

Character: Draco Malfoy
Word Count: 1003
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Draco and Y/n aren’t on the greatest of terms, however when both receive news of an arranged marriage, they must learn to tolerate each other, and possibly fall in love…
Other Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8 Rewrite Part 9
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it
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You opened the door to your dorm and placed your textbooks into your trunk, before standing up and heading to sit down on your bed. It had been a long day, your morning classes feeling as though they had taken years - it wasn’t even lunch time yet.

As you went to sit down, you noticed a small piece of folded parchment laid carefully in the centre of your duvet, labelled with your name on, which you tilted your head at and frowned on confusion, picking it up.

You unfolded the note, then turned it the correct way so you could read it properly.

‘Y/n,
Meet me in the Astronomy Tower tonight at 9.
Love, Draco’

You couldn’t help the way your cheeks reddened, or how your heart beat faster. A small smile played at your lips, and butterflies erupted in your stomach.

What was this? Why were you suddenly feeling… excited to have Draco send you a simple message?

The last week or so had been pleasant - no arguments, no insults, nothing of the sort. You hadn’t yet tried the transition from friends (that kiss) to lovers - after all, it was strange to say or even comprehend that you and Draco Malfoy were now friends.

Because that’s all it was. You and Draco are friends. Friends that occasionally kiss, but friends nonetheless. And though you felt somewhat bitter about only being friends, it was agreed to take things slow, and not rush into anything too quickly.

The question racing through your mind was

Is this a date?

Maybe Draco felt the same way you did.

To say you were nervous about it was an understatement, even if you knew you still had two more classes and two meals to go beforehand.

You folded the note back up and placed it into your trunk, under your textbooks, hiding it from unwanted eyes.

Trying to hide a grin, you headed up from the dungeons and towards the Great Hall. The room was filled with students, all separated by their houses. You found the Slytherin table to the far edge of the room, and took your place next to Y/f/n, who greeted you happily.

As you smiled back, you couldn’t help but feel at least slightly guilty that you hadn’t told her about the arrangement, or anything of the sort, however you didn’t want more people than necessary to know.

As the food appeared, you took all the food you wanted, expecting to be able to finish it all. In reality, all you could focus on was the note, and Draco, who was gazing directly at you.

You didn’t look up, for fear you would blush, and hoped that he’d perhaps turn away soon.

After minutes of toying with your food, you couldn’t bear it anymore, and finally looked into his ice blue eyes, quirking an eyebrow at the smirk that played at his lips.

Without giving him any sign that you had received his note, you simply turned to join in with a conversation happening to your right, facing away from him.

You could still feel him staring, and for some reason, this actually made you want to smile.

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You climbed up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, your shoes hitting the brown wood with every step, and the sounds slightly echoing around you.

It had taken you a good 25 minutes just to get from your dorm to the tower, as Professor Snape insisted on patrolling around the corridors more than once, not to mention you had to avoid Filch and Mrs Norris like the plague.

As you entered the tower’s main room, you glanced around, feeling a sense of shock or, more accurately, surprise.

The room was nothing like you were used to in your Astronomy lessons - all school supplies had been moved to the outskirts of the room, and instead, there was a blanket laid out over the floor, with rose petals dancing across it. Beside that stood Draco, in an all-black suit, looking as handsome as the day he had to fake propose to you, making your cheeks heat up, and your heart race.

“Did you do all this… for me?” You asked in astonishment, looking around the room in awe. “Maybe,” Draco said with a smirk, glad you seemed to like it.

You took a step towards him and smiles up at him, “Thank you.” “It was my pleasure.”

He took your small hand in his large one, and sat down on the blanket with you, laying in a position where the stars seemed to be in touching distance.

“They’re so beautiful,” you whispered, watching the stars sparkling in the dark blue sky. When you didn’t receive an answer, you turned questioningly to Draco, who didn’t seem to be paying attention to the stars, but to you instead. “W-What?” You asked nervously.

“Nothing! Sorry, you’re just… I mean… you’re gorgeous,” Draco rambled. You laughed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, which turned red under your touch, and you moved closer into his chest as you looked back up at the sky.

“I like this,” Draco said after a while. “You like what?” “Us, getting along without yelling or fighting or whatever. Just basking in each other’s company.”

“Yeah?” You turned around to stare into Draco’s blue-grey eyes. “Yeah,” he confirmed. His gaze dropped slightly to your lips, before flickering back up to your eyes, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

It was warm and inviting; a loving kiss, that enveloped you in all the affection that Draco felt towards you.

His hand held your cheek as he propped himself up with the other, slightly leaning over you as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

He pulled himself away from you, though he kept a hand resting on the curve of your waist, before looking up through his lashes at you.

“I love you,” Draco muttered, resting his forehead gently against yours. You smiled softly, “I love you too.”

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fandom: SHINee
member/reader: key, female
genre/warning(s): smut, dirty talk, slight!degradation
length: 1K+
summary: [request] Key smut with dirty talk: We were both playing wingman for our friends who have now decided to go home together, and after five minutes of conversation we fucking hate each other, let’s bang it out

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Undisclosed Desires (part 11)

Words: 3.6k

Summary: You and Castiel discuss where your relationship stands.

Warnings: Probably spoilers here… smut (dom/Sub elements, oral sex on female, multiple orgasms, Enochian handcuffs, ) lots of feels.

A/N: Enochian translations at the end. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be added to my master tag list, send me an ask or DM.

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You woke up slowly in the dark motel room, you must have been asleep for hours. When you started to stretch, you felt your blanket twitch.

You heard a deep chuckle next to you. “It’s not a blanket.”

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| Encounter | Legolas GreenLeaf

[permanent + legolas tag]: @avistella 


“Stay by my side, I will acquiesce the talk. If it comes down to it and we must trade blows, keep hidden in the trees.”

Talk?? They’re orcs, Legolas! They don’t talk. They maim.” You whispered the words harshly in his ear as the two of you peered down at the path from the trees. 

Legolas merely faced you with a raise of a slender eyebrow. His piercing blue eyes seemed to glow in the concealed shade of the leaves, wisps of silvery blonde hair dusting across his jaw.

“Stay.”

And with that he disappeared from sight to the ground below, as lithe and graceful as ever. You didn’t even hear his feet touch the floor, when of course they did. 

“Show off…” You muttered, though you knew it to be false. Legolas was just too…

A kind, patient smile and strong hands squeezing your shoulder.

Ugh.

You had tried your best to rile him up, force him to let you go with him and fight, but he never got angry no matter the calculated jabs you threw his way. It was like he had the patience of the revered Queen Galadriel herself, and eventually his complacent tilt of lips got you irritated beyond belief.

Unbelievable.

You watched Legolas attempt to converse with the disgusting filth below you, the orcs you’d passed by on your trip. You had no idea why he felt it would be necessary to attempt peaceful negotiations; you could merely continue your journey through the trees.

You smiled snidely in mirth at the orcs’ reaction at seeing him. You could never understand the feeling, but you had heard of what the mortals said about the Elven kind. Like silent, deathly angels you were called. You absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair behind a pointed ear. Once you’d encountered a human on your trip to Rohan and they had quite literally fainted at the sight of you.

Again, you didn’t understand it, but you didn’t understand most of man’s idiocies.

Your attention was drawn again when one of the orcs stealthily approached Legolas from behind. You tilted your head in curiousity as to what they planned to do, and wasn’t surprised in the least when they all tried to ambush your partner.

Typical.

“I did tell him,” you muttered and slowly got to your feet, stretching languidly as Legolas dispatched the enemy around him. 

Your hands instinctively curled around to your back like they had done tens of thousands of times before, the coarse wood beneath your fingertips a familiar sensation. You slipped an arrow out from the pack and notched it in your bow in less than a second, pulling it back taught and brimming with tension.

Wind rustled your hair as your arrow split through the air and pierced straight through an orc’s head, exiting their eyeball with a satisfying squelch.

“Disgusting,” you murmured before jumping down to join Legolas, whirling delicately around the creatures attempting to bring the both of you down.

Hmph. They might have had a chance if it were more of them. Even fifteen to two, this fight was practically already over.

“What are you doing?” Legolas asked you as you rolled under a leaping body besides him.

“Helping. What does it look like?” You drawled. The two of you paused your speaking to interrupt another wave of fighters.

It was a dance, Legolas at your back when you were exposed, your blocks at his side when he looked away, both working like a well oiled machine. 

“I told you to dutifully linger in-” A stab of another arrow. “the tree!”

Was that a hint of anger you heard in his voice?

“And you are not my designated potentate or father, Legolas.”

Distracted as you were, you failed to see a pair of sharp claws headed your way and were surprised when you were roughly shoved to the side, Legolas coming to your rescue. He drew the blade he used ever so rarely, swiftly ending the life of the miscreant who had dared try injure yours.

Within the next couple seconds the battle was over (if it could even be called a battle) and the air of the forest was silent once more. Your ear twitched. The animals had been frightened but were beginning to come back out again, and you calmed when you heard the woods coming back to life.

Well, until Legolas turned to you with fire in his smoldering eyes.

Oh.

You stayed locked in your position as a gesture of defiance, uncaring when he pushed you up against a tree.

“I specifically entrusted you with the simple instruction to stay put,” His teeth were gritted. 

This was interesting.

“And I decided not to open my ears to your silly command,” You narrowed your eyes. 

Legolas’ hand gripped your chin firmly. “You are hurt.”

You very nearly rolled your eyes, a rude and discriminatory attitude unworthy of your elven status.

“It is a scratch, Legolas. I am no fragile piece of crystal glass.” And yet you both knew what that meant. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you’d been injured in a fight other than a spar with another elf. Legolas himself did not look the slightest bit ruffled though he had been in a fight only mere minutes ago. His attire was immaculate, and not a lock of hair was out of place. The tiny nick on your cheek was enough proof that you were losing your edge.

The sting of the cut was odd, but intriguing.

“You are insufferable beyond name, Y/N!” Your eyebrows rose at his display of annoyance. You had never heard the prince exclaim a mere insult, yet he looked achingly close to burning you alive.

“Why I would assume you are a child, but it seems you do not even have the wit to take on that title!” He had definitely lost it, nostrils flaring, his face flushing. “Even a child knows when to duck and hide!”

“I am no child!” You felt your patience ripped from you. “And would you rather me give up my honour for a simple case as this? If I hadn’t seen your reprehensible face for the last few hundred years I would assume you do not even know me!”

You are making me wish I never did!”

I could care less about your notions!”

His fist slammed beside your head on the tree bark. You sneered at him for a half of a second before he was suddenly too close and his mouth was on yours.

You roughly pulled his hair to bring him even closer. He hissed and smoothed a hand over your hip to force no space between your bodies, parting your lips and bringing up your head so that he had full access to send you spiraling into an abyss of pleasure. 

Another moment of passion, another tug and pull and clash of your mouths and then he was gone, and with him left any anger or resentment.

“Well then,” You sighed, pressing your forehead to his. “I concede I must rile your nerves to a considerable amount more often if this is the result.”  

He chuckled, and he wasn’t even out of breath, the bastard.

“Although I would like the end product, I suppose I would not enjoy the process,” He mused, brushing a silk thumb against the nape of your neck. “Ánin apsenë, melda heri.”

You scoffed even as your cheeks flushed at the smooth syllables rolling off his tongue and into your every pore. Though you preferred to speak in the common language of the lands, there was no comparison to the language of your own kind.

“I suppose,” You answered. “Though do not expect any sympathy at a later date, my prince.”

You watched under lidded eyes as he lifted your hand to press a lingering hot kiss to your palm, then to the inside of your wrist.

“If it is so, may you be my princess?”

“Don’t push it,” you said even as you leaned forward into his touch.

“You have my utmost word.”

[MasterList]

falling in love (at a coffee shop?)

pairing: lin x reader (shocker)

prompt: honestly reader and lin get together and then like cute happiness

warnings: language and a LOT of fluff sorz

words: 4,218 hahahhaha whoops

a/n: pls lemme know what you think !!!



Masterlist / Prompt List


It was obnoxiously stereotypical. Falling in love at a coffee shop. Honest to God, you were annoyed with yourself the first day it happened.

Coffee shop boy. Ridiculously beautiful coffee shop boy. Always-smiling-too-big coffee shop boy. Remembered-your-order coffee shop boy. Make-your-heart-beat-too-quickly coffee shop boy.

Walking into the lecture hall, you were still blushing. He had complimented your earrings.

“Hey! No drive through today?”

“You shrugged, “It was nice out. I figured I’d walk to class.”

“Same as usual?” He asked, already moving to get a cup. Heat surfacing at your cheeks, you nodded.

Please,” you added as he swept around the counter.

“You said class. Are you at Wesleyan?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly, your morning voice already failing you. Clearing your throat, you continued, “I’m getting my masters right now.”

“Sweet!” He said, looking up at you. “I’m studying theater there.”

“You’re an actor?” You asked.

He nodded, still facing you. He was leaning on the counter, “Sort of. Writing too.”

Turning around for a moment, he cursed lightly. “We don’t have any caramel left,” he said, biting his lip slightly.

You coughed awkwardly, “Uh, just don’t add it, I guess.” You said as more of a question.

He shrugged before grinning again. The smile took up his whole face. He shook his head, “Can I make you something different?”

You furrowed your eyebrows before he continued, “Trust me. It’ll be good.” You nodded, giving him all the confirmation he needed before he scrapped the cup of coffee he originally had. He worked briskly, pumping in shots of who knows what but it smelt good before it was even in your hands.

“What is it?” You asked, gratefully accepting the cup.

“Mocha toffee latte with almond milk.” You sighed as you took a first sip, making him grin that same stupid grin.

“This is delicious,” you added.

He laughed, “Don’t ask anyone else for it - they won’t make it as good.”

You nodded, “I won’t.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” He asked, making you nod again. (You had to stop nodding.)

Then you laughed, reaching into your backpack, “I haven’t even paid yet.”

He scoffed, “Please. You insult me.”

This made you smile, “You don’t have to do that.”

Did he ever stop smiling? “I’m happy to.”

You nodded. Again. Taking a step towards the door you thanked him again. It wasn’t until you had turned the corner that you realized you hadn’t even looked at his name tag. His lazy grin too preoccupying.

You took your seat and you shook your head. This was ridiculous; focusing on a boy you didn’t even know. Still, each time you sipped the coffee, your heart was back in your stomach.


You continued to go to that same coffee shop for a week before he finally did it. It had taken a lot of convincing from his good friend, Chris, but he finally did it.

You had learned that his name was Lin and he had figured yours after making you a new latte each morning. You had started to feel guilty - him giving you so many free drinks. So you continued to stuff five dollar bills into the tip jar. He would grin and thank you.

But it was Monday and so when you came strolling through the cafe. You had stopped driving. He was too captivating and you couldn’t watch him work from the car.

“Morning, Y/N!” He chirped, despite the knot in his stomach.

You offered a small smile, leaning over the counter on your forearms.

“What’s on the menu today?” You asked, craning your neck to see what he was up to.

He shrugged, “You’ll see.” He was making his favorite drink for you. And today, Chris had made him promise to get your number. Or give you his. He figured the latter would be easier, and at least that way he wouldn’t have to deal with rejection. Maybe it would sting less if you never called or…

Grabbing a sharpie from his apron, he scribbled his number onto the side of the cup before handing it to you.

Instantly, you asked, “What’s this?”

“Dark roast with -“

“No, this.” You smiled, pointing to the numbers on the side of the cup.

He could feel his heart drop, “It’s um… M-my number. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I just thought you - no I have no idea what I was doing. Why did I do that? I’m so sorry -“ he reached for the cup, but you took a step away.

“You could’ve just asked for my number,” you giggled, sipping the coffee. Shit, this was good. Maybe your favorite.

He looked deadpan, “Wait, what?”

“Your coffee is good, but it’s not the reason I come here every morning,” you giggled. This wasn’t like you. You never flirted quite so liberally, let alone with someone you barely knew.

Still, the instant that stupid grin broke out on his face, you couldn’t help but feel warm all over. Maybe it was the coffee. (It wasn’t the coffee.)

“I’ll call you, yeah?” You said, stepping towards the door. He looked overwhelmed, but joyful.

Nodding quickly, he waved. “Yeah, I’ll um, see you. Have a good one, Y/N.” He grinned.

You walked outside, holding the coffee tight to your chest. You were burning. Everything about you felt fluttery.


And you did. Call him, that is. First it was texting; simple, trivial, mindless. But then you saw him the next morning at he wasn’t wearing his apron or behind the counters, he was rushing in behind you.

“Y/N,” he beamed. Then his face dropped, “I’m very late.”

You laughed, “I noticed.”

“Can I make it up to you?”

“More free coffee?”

He scoffed, the grin still on his face, “Maybe something other than coffee to drink?” At this point, Lin was running down a hill - his words moving faster than his brain could tell them to stop.

You nodded. You were always nodding around him.

“Friday?” He asked.

You nodded.

He called you that night. It started out as plans, but it quickly became something different.

“Where are you taking me, Mr. Miranda?”

You could hear him smiling, “There is a band performing at Joe’s. I figured we could dance and then get ice cream?”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “I like that.”

“Then it’s settled. Now tell me: how’d the chem test go?”

The two of you talked for too long. Well, with him it really wasn’t too long. You could talk for hours with him, and he could too. Lin talked circles around you. Lazy, comforting circles. And God, did you listen. Everything about him was so captivating that you couldn’t help but just listen

“Am I boring you?” He asked softly at midnight.

You smiled into the phone, “I love listening to you.”

He laughed, “Go to sleep.”

You sighed this time, “Call me tomorrow?”

“It’ll be like I never hung up.”


Friday took too long to get there. But when it did, you were thrilled. Everything about you burned as you walked down the stairs of the apartment complex to get to him.

Lin was striking. At first, he looked harder outside of the cafe. Maybe it was the lack of warm black sweaters and green apron. Regardless, the second he saw you, the smile on his face broke free, and Lin looked like himself again.

Clad in a low cut blue dress, you felt slightly self conscience. He was animated and stunning. The dress was elaborate, and to be completely honest you weren’t sure you could pull it off. His grin erased any doubt you had.

Taking in a sharp breath, he shook his head, “I swear, you get more beautiful every time I see you.” He was fidgeting, like he was looking for an excuse to touch you. Blushing, you rolled your eyes, brushing your hand against his as you walked along side of him. He took your hand before you even made it through the door.

“Who’s playing at Joe’s?” You asked.

Lin shrugged, turning to face you. God, he was handsome. You had to remind your roommate how handsome he was later.

“A buddy of mine’s band is playing. It might be awful,” he added.

You squeezed his hand as you laughed, “The Wiggles could be playing. I’m just happy to spend time with you outside of Starbucks.”

Lin turned away as red painted his cheeks. He pulled you closer so that your arms brushed as you walked side by side. He kept stealing glances at you. You pretended not to notice. Maybe for his sake, but probably because if you looked at him, that same dumb grin would make you drop.

The band was good. Not great, but you didn’t mind. Honestly, you were happy to be sitting along side Lin. After the show, he had taken you to a frozen yogurt shop, arguing with you as to whether or not it was actually ice cream.

Sitting down, he explained that Starbucks wasn’t his only job. You knew he was a writer, but he also substituted for and English class in Washington Heights.

“Is that what you want to do?” You asked. “Teach?”

He shook his head, “I thought for a while that maybe I did, but then writing kind of became my think. And music just made it so much better.”

“What do you mean?”

“Musicals,” he responded sheepishly.

Begging him to explain, Lin finally told you about the musical he was writing.

“You’re going to think it’s stupid.”

You scoffed, “Everything that has come out of your mouth has been brilliant. I highly doubt this will be anything less.”

“I’m writing a rap/hip hop musical about the first Secretary of Treasure, Alexander Hamilton.”

It had started out as just the plot of it, but had turned into a full blown synopsis as he continued. You sat on every last word, assuring him that you were anything but bored. As he explained the final part, you couldn’t help yourself.

“You’re a fucking genius,” you blurted out. You screwed your eyes shut, embarrassed.

Lin scratched the back of his neck, “Says the girl getting who her masters in every science known to man.”

You laughed, placing your hand on his knee. “Fine, we’re both brilliant.” His smile broke out, always too big for his face. You almost wanted to make it stop, because if anyone else saw that smile, they could take him from you. Almost. Because then there was his eyes, so full yet unbelievably warm.

Checking your phone, you sighed. “I should probably head home.”

He scrapped the last of his ice cream up before nodding. “Let me call you a cab.”

You laughed, “I can walk.” He shook his head, making you roll your eyes.

“Nah.” He smiled. A stupid, lopsided, too big smile, and your insides fluttered.

You sighed, but nodded. He whistled for a cab, standing so close you could almost feel his breath. His air was hot - but then again, so was everything about him.

He took your hand before you got in the cab, “Can we do this again?”

You giggled, “Every day coffee isn’t enough?”

Lin threw his head back, but the smile on his face was contempt. “24 hours with you isn’t enough.”

You could quite literally feel your stomach disintegrate. Everything about him happened in your stomach. Or maybe your heart. But then again, that was in your stomach too after the first time you had met him.

“When can I see you again?” Lin was bouncing on the balls of his feet, like he couldn’t stay still.

“How about Monday?”

“Lunch?” He grinned. You nodded. (Of course.)

As you turned towards the cab, he reached for your hand. Pressing his lips to your knuckles, he grinned. You couldn’t tell if it was the smile or the kiss that made you feel so warm. Maybe both. Probably both. Definitely both.

“Until next time,” he said, your hand falling to your side.

“Until next time,” you agreed. You hadn’t moved into the cab, still. Your entire body was in motion, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

Lin was bouncing still, biting his bottom lip. His eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips. He opened his mouth to say something, but the cab honked before he had a chance, breaking both of your stillness.

Blushing, you cupped his face, kissing the side of his cheek.

“Until next time,” you said again, climbing into the cab. Lin waved, the same stupid smile on his face. God, that smile could stop wars.


Lin took you to an aquarium a week later. He took an excessive amount of photos, each one making you giggle.

“Lin!” You laughed, “Stop taking photos!”

He shrugged, snapping another photo of you in front of the beluga whales. His silly grin was light on his lips. “I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful.”

You felt a blush cover the bridge of your nose. He couldn’t just say things like this. It wasn’t fair.

“Hey,” Lin hummed, tugging your hand lightly. Your head went up to him. His eyes were soft. You took a breath, the left of your lip curling into a smile.

His eyes flickered down to your lips and you felt yours flutter. You let out a shaky breath as he pulled you a little closer.

A little boy ran between your legs, breaking the two of you apart. He was giggling and pointing to a whale as it swam past. His mother came quickly, lightly scolding him for running so quickly.

Lin looked down at his feet, screwing his eyes shut. You could just about feel the embarrassed. Regardless, he pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, still holding your hand.

Dios mio,” he sighed, pressing his lips to your hair as he steered you towards the penguins.


Three days later, you met for lunch. He took you for soup and sandwiches, but both of you ended up getting cheeseburgers. He stole your fries while you told him everything he wanted to hear.

Lin asked about your parents, your school, your friends, hell - he asked about your shitty job.

Everything was easy with him. Not that it wasn’t a complex relationship - God, everything he said was brilliant. Just… It was so comfortable. He was comfortable. And you would bathe in that comfort.

You ate some of your burger as he told you about something his sister used to say. You had to bite back a laugh as your mouth was full. You reached for your napkin, to wipe your mouth. Before you could, however, Lin already had his thumb on the corner of your lips, brushing away a stray crumb.

You swore your heart stopped. You turned away to hide the blush that spread across your cheeks. Lin chuckled at this, taking another bite of his burger.

“What?” He laughed, awe coloring his tone. He nudged your knee against his own.

“You make me nervous,” you giggled.

“If I make you nervous, you make me catatonic,” he shot back quickly.

You laughed, “It’s not my fault you’re so hot.”

Lin threw his head back. You shrugged, taking another bite of your burger. He was.

He walked you back to your office. He held you for a moment longer before pulling away slightly.

Smiling at you, his stupid smile, his eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment. Hesitating before looking back, he faltered for a moment.

“Thank you for lunch,” you said, eyes locked with his. This was your third date.

Lin smiled, ducking his head to connect his lips with your cheek.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” He asked, taking a step back. He looked unsure, but you nodded anyways.

“Bye, Lin.”

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N,” he said, starting to walk away backwards. He almost walked into a lamppost, making you giggle. You waved a little before turning towards your building, a little pep in your step.


Two days later he took you out to dinner. It was one of those dinners that made you nervous because you just knew it was going to be ridiculously expensive.

You tried to talk him out of it over the phone as you walked down to see him in the lobby.

“I would be okay with cuddling upstairs on my couch and ordering a pizza,” you said.

You could practically hear his smile in response, “Just trust me. You’re going to love this place.”

Which of course you did. The food was amazing, but it didn’t even compare to the look on his face when he saw you in that dress.

“My eyes are up here,” you quipped at one point with a wink. Lin flushed a cherry shade, sputtering out apologies.

You squeezed his hand, far too proud that you had such an effect on him.

The conversation, per usual, flowed without interruption. Everything he said brought a smile to your face. Plus, the fact that he look so fine in a suit definitely helped.

You almost forgot where you were as you laughed so hard, he had to shush you, despite his own giggles.

You grinned at him, undeniably joyful. This was your former Starbucks barista. And here he was, treating you to a dinner that costed much more than a Starbucks salary could afford. So when the check finally came, you were in the middle of explaining why you were elected class president in fifth grade.

You and Lin reached for it at the same time.

“I’m paying,” you said immediately in unison. Lin laughed and took the check, instantly sliding his card into it before handed it back to the waiter.

“Lin,” you sighed.

He laughed, “Nah.”

You rolled your eyes, “I get the next one.”

He shrugged before repeating, “Nah.”

“No next one?” You teased.

Lin’s eyes went wide and he reached across the table, “Yes next one, nah you’re not paying.”

You scoffed, but still took hold of his hand.

He walked you to your door this time instead of just dropping you off in the lobby. It was the first time he had come up. You were about to invite him in when he abruptly said, “I have to ask you something.”

You took a deep breath. Had you done something? Was he about to cut this off? No - he said he wanted a next time. Maybe he changed his mind?”

“So, uh… We’ve been hanging out a lot and I just I really like you a lot and I think that we should keep hanging out because you mean a lot to me and now I’m rambling but -“

“Lin,” you giggled, making him take a breath.

He sighed, taking a step closer to you. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You felt like you were back in seventh grade with your heart doing cartwheels. You nodded, “Yes yes yes.“

Lin smiled is stupid, too-big smile and took a step closer, this time only a breath away.

His eyes flashed to your lips. Then, slowing leaning down, he pressed his mouth ever so gently to yours. After a beat, he pulled away, searching your face for who knows what. The air was thick with desperation for another kiss as he grinned, leaning down again to press his lips to yours. He backed you up a step against your front door, hands cupping your face. His tongue tasting yours as he weaved his fingers through your hair. Were lips usually this soft? You could feel his dopey smile against your mouth as he molded his lips to yours. Gripping the lapels of his jacket, you pulled him closer, losing any and all space between you too.

After that night, Lin stopped asking if he would see you tomorrow. It was never, Can I see you tomorrow? Or, What are you doing tomorrow? It was When? and Where?

All your old boyfriends spoke to you in their free time. Lin freed his time to speak to you. And you had never felt so warm.


Months past and Lin had gotten his Hamilton grant. He was in the workshop stages of it but nothing made you smile quite as much as seeing him walking into your apartment humming his favorite song of the day. These days, he spent more time at your place than he did his own.

It was a normal day and you were bringing him coffee. It was humorous, really. He used to be the one making your coffee. Walking into the theater, you found him sitting next to a very pretty girl. An intimidatingly pretty girl.

Karen Olivo, Lin introduced her as.

“His ex,” she said, sticking her hand out.

She clung to him the rest of the day, making you feel like you were third wheeling with your own boyfriend. When he walked through the door, you were pacing the floor.

“You’re making a tread,” he said calmly, hanging his jacket over a chair.

“Were you in love?” You asked, stopping suddenly.

“What?” He asked, cautiously taking a step towards you.

“You and Karen. Were you in love?”

He paused before nodding. “Desperately,” he said, abashed but not ashamed. He ran a had through his hair.

“Oh.” You said.

“But she was another time, another world,” he said, taking your hands. You nodded, looking away. “Y/N,” he sighed. You nodded. You still wouldn’t face him; if you did you were sure you’d start to cry. You couldn’t compete with Karen - God, she was stunning. She was talented. She was his first. What is she was his first too? Even more nauseous at the thought of this, you took your hand back.

“Y/N,” he said again, this time sharper.

Your eyebrows raised. Was he honestly freaking out over this? You had every reason to be upset. She was his past.

He rolled his eyes. Were you honestly freaking out over this? He had every reason to be upset. She is in the past.

“Whatever,” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Don’t get so defensive!” He quipped.

Your jaw dropped, “I’m not defensive!”

“You’re screaming at me over nothing!”

“Are you kidding me? I’m freaking out over your ex who clearly wants to be more than that!”

He rolled his eye, standing up, “Call me when you’re done acting like this.” Instantly, he regretted it, his eyes soft the second he opened them. You had already turned away.

“Y/N…” he sighed, closing his eyes and willing the tears to go away.

You scoffed despite the burning you felt, “I’ll call you when I’m done acting like this,” you mocked.

Lin tried to reach for your hand but you snatched it away before he could.

“Don’t,” you said, turning to face him. Bitterness soaks your tone as you continued, “Just leave me alone for a while.” You tried to sound strong, but your voice cracked before you even finished your sentence.

Lin’s nose was red but he nodded and walked towards the door.

“I’ll talk to you soon…” He mumbled, softly shutting the door behind him. The tears streamed down his eyes as he did so. “What did I do?” He groaned, sliding down the wall opposite your door. For the first time in the six months since Lin met you, his stupid smile was wiped from his face. His heart broke a little more with each soft sob he heard from across the hallway.

You stayed on the couch, letting each sob rack your body. You shouldn’t be this involved, it wasn’t like you were engaged. Hell, you two had only been dating for four months or so. Then why did your heart hurt so terribly?

After nearly an hour of wallowing in self pity, you stood up. You were overreacting. He told you they were just friends, so God, just believe him and move on.

You wiped a few stray tears away, sniffling before throwing your hair into a pony tail. You were going to - buzz, buzz. moving towards your pager, you held down the button.

“UPS package for a Ms. Y/N L/N?” You heard through the speaker.

You sighed, “I’ll be down. Thank you.”

You screwed your eyes shut. They were swollen from crying. God, you had to call Lin. You had to apologize and tell them you loved him and -

Opening the door, you saw him. Curled onto the floor with his knees up and his head between them. Your heart fell.

“I’m an idiot,” Lin said as he lifted his head to you. His hair was flopping over he face.

You shook your head, falling into his arms. “I am so ALSDKFJALSDJ sorry,” you breathed into his neck. He held you tight, pressing hot kisses to your hair.

You pulled way to look at him, cupping his face in your hands.

“I am so beyond myself when I am with you,” you said, pulling him closer. He shut in eyes, a smile on his lips. “And I am so in love with you.“

He shook his head slightly, his damn grin making your stomach flip.

“You are everything, and God, I am in love with you.” He said before pressing his lips to yours.

anonymous asked:

"I'm just so nervous" for the prompt thing

did i go overboard with this one? probably. do i regret it? not for a second.

“I’m just so nervous.” My fingers tap nervously on the steering wheel and Harry reaches over and squeezes my knee.

“There’s nothin’ to be nervous about, love.”

“You don’t understand, you’ve never dealt with them all at once.”

“No, but your mums are great so I’m not worried.”

It was true, my moms both loved Harry to death, always asking when the next time we’d come to dinner was and “you don’t even have to come, love, just send Harry over.”

It was almost insulting.

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LoneStorm’s Official Fairy Tail Fanfic Rec List

Alrighty, requested by an anon, my so far fave Fairy Tail multichapter fics!  You’ll probably pick up on how much I love AUs… 

There are some I’m following and haven’t decided on the favorite label yet.  Need to see a LOT of writing before I decide to add, so please don’t feel insulted if you don’t see yours on this list yet.  Or I may not have found it yet haha.  But please send me ones you think should be on the list and I will read and add, even if they’re your own!

Find all my faves (Including awesome oneshots)  on my favorites list on ff.net, but here are my personal recs including ones on tumblr, in alphabetical order.  Ones not marked with the (complete) are still ongoing.  (All have Nalu, Gruvia, Gajevy, Jerza, and the rest is pretty random):

AAA by BlackLynx17

EEE!  In one sentence, the shy otaku freshmen, Wendy, starts an anime club to make friends and shenanigans ensue.  It’s hilarious and though slightly cheesy and confusing at times, it’s a fun read and rather heartwarming.  Natsu’s adorable.  

Age of Gladiators by Nicole4211

WOW.  Historically accurate and picturesque descriptions and interesting plot ftw.  Saw some really good art on this by approvesport.  Natsu as prince but dad gets killed when going off for arranged marriage in Rome and has to become a gladiator and AWESOME STUFF HAPPENS but beware of the smut children do try to keep a clean mind and skip that…  :)

Assassin’s Creed: Bonds by Soprana-Snap

THOSE DESCRIPTIONS THO yeah I know nothing about the game but you don’t really need to to understand.  It’s so FANTASTIC ALREADY EEK So Natsu’s an awesome Assassin (except he doesn’t kill anyone, and that’s why we love him) in the Fairy Tail Assassin’s guild, and when he’s ‘practicing’ he just so happens to fall off a roof.  Don’t worry – he grabs onto a window, but it happens to be the window of a rich heiress longing for freedom… woohoo!!!

Bound by Lock and Key by Ayumu Foxtail-chan

OOO!  This new chapter came out the other day and I FREAKED.  I don’t even know why Natsu is the secret, powerful boy hidden in her father’s dungeon BUT I WANNA SO BAD!  Hard to explain but AWESOME READ IT!!!

Controlled Chaos by Absolutely Unsure (Complete)

This is a buncha beautiful Nalu oneshots in a collection.  Makes your shipper heart sooooar…  These were just fantastic and I couldn’t stop reading it.  But beware – don’t get too excited about the multichapter one in the middle because the fic hasn’t updated in a loooong time.

Dark Waters by Miss Mungoe

WOW FAB!!!  Seen a lot of art for this too, much by the fabulous rboz.  So shark-people/mermaid AU GAJEVY CUTEST EVER mermaid gets a forbidden crush on a shark dude and CHAOS AND EVIL ENSUE AHAHA oh and check out Mungoe’s other stuff too she’s fantastic all around.

Dragon’s Guide to Claim Your Mate by BlackLynx17 (Complete)

I know what you’re thinking.  "Storm, no, not the mating season cliche!“  Chill, dudes.  I know the idea of Natsu’s dragon instincts making Lucy his 'mate’ or whatever is overused and considered way too… no.  But this story is one of the most hilarious and adorable you’ll ever read and I have read it several times.  Ignore the slight OOC and unrealisticness and enjoy the story and Naluness.  Basically Natsu figures he’s in love so he looks at the 'Dragon’s Guide’ that Igneel left him for advice.  Please don’t go without reading ehehehe

Living With Him by amehanaa

OKAY OKAY SO THIS FIC OKAY THIS FIC I FREAK OUT MY FANGIRL SHIP FEELS AL;SDKFJA;SK okay so this one is basically Lucy and Natsu accidentally get assigned the same apartment as high schoolers and decide all they can do is keep it that way, for cost and necessity reasons.  And then stUFF HAPPENS!!!

Love at First Site by amehanaa (Complete)

One of my fave Nalu fics of all all all time.  Honestly my feels couldn’t survive a single chapter of this beautiful frickin’ fluff and cuteness and UGH well basically Lucy gets a laptop, and the first art site she goes on, she sees there’s this guy who likes to draw, and she likes to watch him do it on the site.  Eventually, he invites her to his friends’ and his private chatroom and CUTENESS HAPPENS.

My Sk8er Boi by Tatertotrocks (Complete)

Awww, but the tough guy cute girl thing…  short AU fic but so cute, what with all the skateboarder boy falls for ballerina girl that’s restricted by her father and… just read it.  <3  Cuteness you will find nowhere else.

On Whom the Pale Moon Gleams by snogfairy

WOW SNOGFAIRY SENPAI This is the first fic I read by her and I am still amazed.  This entire concept and they’re so in character and now we’ve got some action and Nalu Nalu Nalu and it’s really hard to explain so just trust that it’s one of my favorite things ever and go read it because WOW LIFE THIS FIC

Opposites Attract by Bugseey

Ah, a lil OOC but it takes a lot to get on this list so that’s fine with me, personally.  Band member that has a mysterious past falls for a young business woman and funny stuff and later action and drama happen and YAY!

Passion is Technically Passion by EvilByNecessity (Complete)

Also a bit OOC but HILARIOUS AND SO CUTE AND WORTH THE READ!  High school AU in which Lucy and Natsu are arch enemies… but do they really hate each other as much as they say they do?  I laughed so much please read.

Possession by HawkofNavarre (Complete)

I CRIED IT WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL STORY.  (And then went back and read it like five times)  A very very accurate version about how canon Natsu and Lucy fall in love and ugh just so good.  Really quality.

Shaved Ice by EvilByNecessity

LAUGHED JUST AS MUCH AS HER NALU ONE OMG.  Gruvia prequel to Passion is Technically Passion. Juvia, skilled at swimming though awful on ice, joins the hockey team in order to get closer to the hot captain that she’s in love with.  Much shipping and SO SO FUNNY.

Tails&Talons by snogfairy

alskdja;lkjfa;lkjs honestly probably everyone is reading this because SNOG SENPAI IS THE OFFICIAL FAIRY TAIL WRITER OF THE FANDOM AND AMAZINGNESS WOOT.  CUTEST AU – Natsu is a tattoo artist that gets hired by his cousin, whose shop is next to that of a pretty florist and BEAUTIUFL NALU HAPPENS. *SPOILER* (omg Natsu and Lucy made out like FINALLY ABOUT FREAKING TIME SENPAI… not that I’m one to talk…)

Tales of Fairies by RicardanScholar Clark-Weasley

I cannot explain my love for this fic.  It’s a massive oneshot collection, over 200 chapters, all quality and full of feels, humor, shipping, angst, and ANY FT THING YOU COULD THINK OF!! It updates about every single day.  So, so much love for this.  Every member of the Fairy Tail fandom should be following this.  Much Nalu.

The Amulet of Pyralis by rivendell101

Not very long yet but SUPER INTERESTING AND LIKE YOU JUST ABSOLUTELY NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS YOUR HEART WILL BE BURNING WITH “OMG RIVENDELL TELL ME HOW THE THING HAPPENS ALREADY!!”   It’s a Djinn AU (I don’t really know what that is.)  But basically Lucy is one of the last of the Djinn Clan, who had been wiped out.  Kept in a prison, Lucy never dreamed she’d regain enough magic to break free… (A lot more than that – awesome stuff about the amulet that I cannot yet explain well so JUST READ IT)

The Dragon’s Ward by au revoir pets (Complete)

This is one of the most quality and heartwarming Nalu fics I have read.  Mentioned it in TKOF, too.  Ooooh, the feels.  Everyone on earth should read.  The princess, put to sleep to be protected from the evil Hades, is guarded by a boy with the powers of a dragon…

Troublemaker by LaynaPanda

OOC but so worth it omg.  Natsu is the guy that always torments her, but she ends up falling for him, and his jealousy is proving that he may be hiding something as well… High school AU and super addicting.

Unwanted Necessity by AelithiaSienne

Very, very interesting AU – boarding high school yet with magic and magical Nalu that warms the shipper heart.  Lucy’s the scary girl in school that has to put up a mask to keep herself safe, and while Natsu would have nothing to do with her by choice, he bears a terrible curse in which he just cannot stay away…  It’s really going somewhere!  I wasn’t going to put it on the list because the author had abandoned it, but just the other day, she updated and said she’d decided to continue!  ‘Tis fated to be put on the list, I suppose…  (Some commonly repeating typos, but worth the read nevertheless)

We Are Young by koa-chan

WOW THE WRITING IT’S SO SO SO SO SO BEAUTIFUL A;SLKJFASL;DFJ I CRIED.  A LOT.  YOU KNOW HOW OFTEN I CRY.  ALMOST NEVER.  This author is just so skilled in putting all emotions into the piece, making amazingly long chapters that come out every month,  and keeping the characters beautifully… in character ehe.  This is a high school AU but it is the ultimate high school AU – don’t live without reading this.  Your life would be unfulfilled.  

What’s a Witch by mslead

MSLEAD IS MY FRIEND AND SENPAI. SHE ALWAYS SAID SHE WAS A BAD WRITER WHICH  IS BULLSHIT BECAUSE THIS IS AMAZING.  Okay awesomeness Nalu AU in which Natsu is a demon king that accidentally gets himself bonded by accidental magic to this human girl on earth.  So far it follows the story of them trying to survive with one another until they can get Natsu back to where he came from… if he still wants to leave by then…  THE WRITING IS QUALITY OKAY READ IT

Your Virtual Reality by Dark Shining Light

OOO This one has a really interesting plot!  Reminds me a bit of SAO.  Though they are best friends, Natsu seems to be pushing Lucy away, mostly through playing his new video game.  So Lucy gives it a try… and ends up stuck in the game!  Still wondering how she’s gonna get out and the SUSPENSE A;LSDJFASDFJ

Fin

PAPER BAG

SUMMARY: Hello If you are not busy
Could you writing about Negan x reader who have Heterochromia please.

TAGS: @panumas @negans-network

WARNINGS: low-key angst, strong language (because it’s Negan)

MASTERLIST




You woke up at the sound of shouting and cursing. Your senses went into overload as you tried to sit up.

“Oh no, sweetheart.” An unfamiliar voice chuckled beside you, pushing you down gently,“You need some rest.”

“W-where-” You let out a painful sounding cough as you tried to clear your throat,“May I have some water plea-”

“Oh, you don’t even have to ask, doll.” He said. You couldn’t see what he looked like because after you drank from the cup he gave you, you began feeling your face and discovered your eyes were bandaged over.

“W-what-” You panicked,“W-what happened? W-where am I?” This time, you succeeded in sitting up only to force yourself down at the agony stabbing you all over your body,“What the fuck?”

“Sorry.” The man stated,“We found you lying near our zombies. Boss didn’t want a pretty girl to be eaten by them so we brought you into our infirmary.”

“What? You don’t know me though? I could be a pyscho serial killer for all you know.” You smirked.

“Oh, trust me.” The man laughed,“You would be dead before you could try anything.” 

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Let It Be Known: Part 4

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Mob Boss Hux x Bakery Shop Owner!Reader

Summary: Next to the restaurant that well-known Mob Boss, Armitage Hux, frequents and owns, is your bakery shop. After a rather unfortunate occurence, Hux begins to frequent to your bakery more often.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Originally posted by otp-kylux


The date with Hux went swimmingly. You talked about your life, your love for baking, and your family. Hux, reluctant at first but then decided to tell you, spoke about his family; how he got into the “family business”; and how he’s handling it. Hux found comfort and content with you. 

After dinner, you and Hux decided to have dessert at the bakery after you said that you made a double chocolate cheesecake that was to die for. So now, you two were having a nice stroll at a nearby park. Hux grew more confident as he removed your arm hooked around his and decided to hold your hand in his. You continued to walk down a path that was then decorated with trees fashioned with fairy lights. It was a beautiful sight. Kylo held up his hand to Kylo, whom was following both of you, to tell him to stay there as you walked further.

As you made your way down the beautiful path, Hux spoke, “I really enjoyed myself tonight, Y/N,” he admitted. 

“So have I.” Your eyes focused on a lit up fountain at the end of the path. 

Hux followed your gaze then looked at you with a soft smile, “Come on.” He tugged on your hand and you followed. Hux sat on the edge of the fountain and you sat next him. You eyes fell on your hand intertwined with his. He was rubbing soft circles on the back of your hand, “Will it be alright if I see you again?” He whispered.

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Hypocrisy

So you wanna shit on every damn ship in this fandom, mocking them with shit like “Our OTP is canon 1!1!1! Go binge on [insert insult] fanfics of your [insert insult]”, yet you rely heavily -if not even more than- like anyone else on fanarts and fanfics depicting a fake Sakura and an OOC sasuke?

-like sasuke smiling at sakura

-like pics of SSS where sasuke is smiling?

-like sasuke blushing because of sakura?

-like coming up with horrendous collage of canon? Like for example making sasuke kiss sakura when he dodged her, never caring that his mission might suspiciously take another 12 years?


HAHAHAHAHA.


Your canon is not so much different than having no canon.

Son of a Patriotic Biscuit (Part 5)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1689

Warnings: None (this is literally just fluff, guys)

A/N: It’s hard to believe that there’s only one more part! You guys have been awesome, and I am so very appreciative of the reception this story has had! It’s not to late to be added to the tag list for the final part if you want, just let me know. As always, feedback is appreciated. Gif is not mine.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Your name: submit What is this?

This time when I woke, the room was a bright white that burned into my eyeballs, even though my eyes were still closed. All the same, it was much more comforting than the last time I’d fallen from consciousness. Especially seeing as I hadn’t expected to wake up at all. Gradually, I became more aware of my surroundings, but this also brought with it the pain from my numerous injuries, though I was definitely on heavy pain medication.

With a small groan, I forced my eyes to open and noticed Steve sitting by the side of the bed, wearing a  blue t-shirt and sweats. His hands held my right one and his face was pressed against the bed as he slept. The noise I made must’ve woken him up, for his blue eyes opened groggily. When he realized I was looking back at him, he shot bolt upright, creases from the sheets crisscrossing the side of his face.

“What were you thinking?” Of all the possible greetings, that was one that I was not expecting.

“Well hello to you too,” I replied tiredly and a bit snappishly, my voice rough from disuse.

“I expressly told you to stay here!” Well, now I knew where I was. “I knew you weren’t ready for a mission, but did you listen to me? No. You didn’t. And as a result, you were tortured for three weeks,” That answered how long I’d been missing, “and now you’re laying in that bed, and have been for the past two days. None of us were sure when or even IF you were going to wake up.” Throughout his little scolding, I stared at him indifferently, definitely high on whatever medication they had me on,  raising an eyebrow at his excessive reaction

“You are a sad, strange little man,” was all I could think of, pain medication muddling my brain.

“That’s all YOU CAN SAY?” Apparently, I had said the wrong thing, as his loud, angry tone clearly conveyed. “You almost DIED, and all you can do is INSULT me? The person who saved your LIFE?” He probably said more, but I passed out again at that point, half amused that he hadn’t recognized Toy Story.

When I woke up, for good this time, the super soldier was still the one sitting beside me. He was asleep again, and I could tell from the window that it was the middle of the night. Since he wasn’t holding onto my hand this time, I took the opportunity to run my fingers through his hair - something I had dreamed of doing since my crush on him formed. It was just as soft as I had imagined, so I kept carding through it, smoothing the rumpled look that told me how tired he was.

Several minutes later, I was almost falling into asleep when Steve stirred. I gave him a small smile as my hand fell away from his hair. Sitting up more, he leaned forward and settled his face in his hands for a moment before looking back up at me.

“Hey. It’s good to see your eyes again.”

“There, see? That’s the greeting I was expecting when I first woke up.” I allowed my grin to spread wider across my face. An answering one slowly formed on Steve’s, and I was immensely grateful at being spared another lecture.

“Yeah… I guess I just… You really had me scared, doll.” He rubbed the back of his neck either nervously or sheepishly. Possibly a combination of both.

“I would’ve thought you’d be thinking more along the lines of ‘good riddance,’” I raised an eyebrow at him. “After all, you seem to believe that I’m particularly useless.” If I didn’t know better, I would have said that his shoulders slumped a little.

“You really think I would think that?” The question just slipped out of his mouth, sounding the tiniest bit sad.

“I mean, you’re always saying that I’m not ready…” I shrugged helplessly, not really knowing what else I could say. I mean, there had been the little moment right before I got myself caught, but I didn’t remember enough detail to recall if it changed anything. What little I could only served to strengthen the idea that he thought I needed looking out for and couldn’t handle it myself.

“You’re anything but useless, and I’m sorry I’ve ever made you feel like that… I just didn’t want you getting hurt. Now look how that turned out.” I tried to ignore my sinking heart - it sounded more like care for a sibling than anything else. I would just have to push my crush away like the impossible dream it was, but there was one question I had to ask first.

“You were going to say something then, before we split up in the warehouse… Mind me asking what it was?” I had to take a breath and steel myself for the answer, not entirely sure I would like it.

“You mean when you were tricking me into leaving you behind?” He sounded more amused than reproachful.

“That’s the one.”

“I was just… going to tell you that… that I… just that I’ve been… in love with you for a while now… and that I needed you to make it out of there.” His eyes were fixated on the floor, even as I melted at his answer, letting out a relieved sigh.

“Fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating, little old timing grandpa,” I paused before continuing under my breath, “with the body of a twenty-year-old.” That was apparently all I needed to draw his gaze up to mine, though there was a sadness there. I realized he thought that I was rejecting him. “Steve, I needed you to make it out of there. I knew what they do to people, and that you would be fascinating to them as a result of the whole super-soldier thing. I wasn’t about to let anyone else go through that, especially not the man I’m in love with. I figured that since I’d already survived and escaped once that I could manage it again. Or at least that it wouldn’t matter if I died.”
“Wait, did you…?” His face scrunched up adorably in confusion and I had to resist the urge to lift my hand to touch his cheek. Mostly because it would hurt. “Did you really say what I think you said?”

“Depends on you think I said.” I thought back through what I had said, freezing for a millisecond when I realized what he must’ve been referring to.

“That you love me.” There was hope in his eyes, and I could see it - the same hope that I was sure had filled my eyes when he had confessed.

“Yeah. And I meant it.”

“I was worried I had imagined it for a second there.” He stood, and I tensed, fearful that he was deciding to leave, but relaxed as he moved to stand closer to my head. “It means I can finally do this.” Steve bent down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead, my cheek, my nose, before finally touching his lips to mine softly. All too soon he was pulling away and I heard a small whine of disappointment escape me. Chuckling lightly, he took his seat again, picking up my hand and rubbing his thumb over the knuckles.

“You fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating, amped up, steroid pumped little man. You can’t just leave it like that. Get back up here.” My, oh my, I sounded like a needy five year old. To be fair, I had been pining for the super soldier for a while, not to mention the whole “almost dying” thing, so I felt completely justified in demanding a little more attention. This brought a real laugh from him, brightening the room a little more.

“There will be plenty of time. For now, it’s the middle of the night. You need to rest.”

“Fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating, little prehistoric relic that belo–” I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine again. Smiling into the kiss, I moved my mostly uninjured wing to hold him closer to me. Eventually, of course, we had to pull back for air, so I took the opportunity to finish my phrase. “That belongs in a museum.” Smugly, I grinned up at him, wincing only slightly as it pulled at the injured skin.

“And here I was thinking that you loved me,” Steve replied, dramatically moving a hand to his heart as though I had wounded him. “Yet here we are, and you continue to insult me while barely pausing to take a breath between barbs.”

“Hey, I can’t help it if you leave yourself open to them. I simply have to take advantage of the opportunities as they come.” We laughed together at that.

“I suppose that’s true… Fair enough. You really should rest, though, alright?” He could see that I was about to argue, and continued so I couldn’t interrupt. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, and you can insult me some more then. How does that sound?”

“Spangles, I’ve been asleep for long enough. Besides, I… I don’t want t-to.” Sheepishly, I acknowledged my fear of the nightmares I knew were coming without saying it out loud, hoping that Steve would read between the lines and know what I meant. Fortunately, he picked up on my meaning, his eyes softening in sympathy.

“No one is going to hurt you here. I’ll chase all the nightmares away, doll.” He gently lifted my hand in his, placing it on his chest, over his heart. We sat there like that for a long moment, his steady heartbeat soothing my fraying nerves. “Feel that? As long as it’s still beating, I promise you I will keep you safe.” I nodded hesitantly, sinking back into the bed as Steve took his seat beside me again. With my cold hand in between his warm ones, I found my eyelids growing heavy again, and soon I was fast asleep.

Part Six

Forever Tags: @riddikulus-obsessions

Son of a Patriotic Biscuit Tags: @addictivewriter @barnes-toddpartnersinheartbreak @wildestdreamsrps

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pi-meson  asked:

21 but Hux talking to someone else about Kylo, if you feel like it

21. “Why are you laughing?”

I suspect you intended me to have Hux demanding why someone else was laughing, but I flipped it the other way around. I hope you still enjoy :)

Warnings for minor character death and unhealthy, possessive relationships (so, standard kylux material). Also, a fair amount of crack.


“Excuse me, General,” Admiral Markus demanded, face splotchy with rage, hands balled into fists at his sides, “why are you laughing?”

Hux couldn’t contain himself. Or: he could have if he’d wanted to, but there was no point. He had nothing to prove and no respect to demonstrate, two facts that were clearly not lost on the Admiral. Hux held one hand over his mouth, more in parody than to truly mask his laughter. In any event, it didn’t do anything. Markus looked fit to explode.

“This is a serious matter,” Markus spat. “Your underling–”

“Kylo Ren,” Hux said, staring at the pitiful excuse of a man before him, “is not my underling.”

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adding my part on the dandybek discourse

dear anon(s),

literally no one was offended or being hurt by this whole thing.

until you opened your big fat shitty mouth.

we were all fine and dandy, until you sadly rolled along.

you said a lot of hurtful things to dandybek. you deserve to die in a fire, yet dandybek didn’t insult you back because she is so much better than you will ever be.

i think i speak for all the rest of the dandies when i say we are absolutely furious with you.

this “lover’s discourse” is just dandybek and a lot of other people (including me) having fun. it is not your place to judge. please fuck off and never insult maddie again.

fuck you,

kae

Crippled | Ivar The Boneless

Can you write and Ivar imagine where the reader has a stiff scarred leg from an injury from years ago, and he is intrigued by it and the readers past. I just love the story concept, but you don’t have to write it but it would be much appreciated :)

I have changed this request quite a lot, I hope you like it , please give me feedback x

The incessant grunts and laughs of viking men sounded outside of your hut, snapping you out of your slumber. You sighed and rolled over, trying to block out the volume. Your movement caused Ivar to stir, his arms snaked around your waist to pull you back into his chest. He placed a sleepy kiss on your neck, nuzzling his head into the crook. You sighed, bringing your hand up to pet Ivar’s hand. His regular breaths washed over your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt. You turned over as best you could so you were facing Ivar. His ocean orbs flashed open and he smiled tiredly at you. “They’re really loud,” he said, his voice laced with sleep causing a shiver to go down your spine. The right corner of your mouth pulled up into a smile as you leaned forward to give him a slight peck on the lips. “I’m hungry. Can you help me get downstairs?” You mumbled against his lips. He nodded, his arms tightening around you before he let go as he slid out of bed. Ivar shouted Jon through to carry you .Jon turned back around and slid his arms under you, one under your back and the other under your knees. He picked you up bridal style easily. When you were a teenager, you had gotten into an accident, your legs losing all feeling. Now, you couldn’t move them at all, which was why you didn’t understand why Ivar had picked you out of all the other perfectly normal girls in the world. He had always told you it didn’t matter that you were crippled, but to say you were insecure about your disability was an understatement. You crawled downstairs, ignoring ivar’s protests of him wanting Jon to carry you. “Chicken, ?” You called. Crawling into the main room where the salves cooked, you grabbed , a spoon, and a bowl. The reason you didn’t ask any servants , is because you always felt useless so you wanted to do something by yourself for once. You looked at the shelves which has most foods on it , to get a spice and found it on one of the higher shelves. You huffed as you tried to reach up to get it. Your fingertips brushed the box, causing it to wiggle and shake. Biting your lip, you furrowed your brows in concentration trying to grasp the box. After a minute of trying you gave up, frustrated tears springing in your eyes. You slammed your hand down on the floor, crossing your arms over your chest as silent sobs shook throughout your body. You were useless, hopeless. You couldn’t do anything right. Hot, angry tears rushed down your cheeks as you tried to wipe them away. “Y/N, have you seen my axe?” Ivar asked, crawling into the kitchen area. He heard you sniff and his head snapped up and took in your distraught expression. “What’s wrong?” Ivar asked worriedly as he quickly crawled over to you to wrap his arms around you. “I just c-can’t reach the d-damn spice box!” You cried out, trying to quell your tears. “Y/N,” Ivar shushed, kissing your tears as they rolled off your cheeks. “It’s empty, you know that right?” Ivar whispered, chuckling lightly. “I guess we need to go hunting,” You mumbled. Ivar nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Go splash some cool water on your eyes and I’ll be down in a second.” You nodded and watched him exit the kitchen. You crawled yourself over to the bucket, swiping the ice cold water over your puffy eyes. You hear Ivar walk crawl down the hallway, Flashing you his winning smile, he walked behind you. “Lets go hunting!” Ivar called, leaning forward and pushing you hastily towards the now open door. Shutting the door behind him. You blinked, trying to get through the crowds of men . Ivar confidently pushed into the crowd, shoving hi way through to get to his chariot . Jeers and laughs were thrown in your direction as some girls rolled their eyes at your legs. “Why would Ivar want a cripple for a girlfriend?” You heard a girl yell. You clenched your fists and bit your bottom lip hard to stop the flow of words that so desperately wanted out. Ivar obviously not heard anything as if he did they would be dead. As Ivar helped you onto the chariot you tried to shut out the laughs and rude remarks that were thrown your way. Ivar pressed a kiss to your forehead, getting into the seat .. The ride to the store was fairly quiet. You were desperately trying to hold in the angry tears that threatened to spill over and drip down your cheeks. As Ivar , again, helped you out of the chariot to set you carefully on the ground , you began to get frustrated with yourself at your lack of mobility. Humming to himself, Ivar crawled towards the woods, completely oblivious to your internal battle. As he crawled with you towards the rabbit ,you stopped him. “You go get a deer and I’ll get the rabbit, yeah?” You asked, watching Ivar reluctantly leave you “Of course. Be right back!” Ivar said, taking off in the other direction. You sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before slowly crawling towards the rabbit. You threw the axe Ivar gave you but you missed. Your eyes scanned, looking for the axe. Your gaze settled on the axe, but your heart sunk in your chest as you realized it was stuck in a tree and too high for you to reach. You tried to reach it, but your legs wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t assist you in your struggle to reach the axe. A loud laugh sounded from the end of the hallway as a teenage girl watched you struggle. You bit your lip and continued to try and stretch upwards towards the box. “Here you go.” Ivar hissed through his teeth as he snatched the axe off the tree, sending an ice cold glare towards the girl at the end of the aisle. You mumbled a thank you through the lump in your throat as Ivar tightly grasped your hands and pushed you away towards the chariot. When he was getting into the chariot, you watched on with stony expression, your lips pressed into a thin line. Liam grasped the reins . When he had finally begun the ride back home, you slumped against the edge . “I just wanted some fucking food ,” you whispered, closing your eyes. Ivar said nothing, but he accelerated, zooming down the road at an alarming pace. As he pulled into the the village you groaned as you saw that the crowd in front of the hut hadn’t lessened. Helping you out of the chariot yet again, you concentrated on ignoring the snickers and insults thrown in your direction. Ivar’s face was hard and his knuckles were turning white from grasping the hands so hard. “What a cripple!” You heard a girl tell. Ivar suddenly stopped, abruptly turning around. “Who said that?” He growled, his eyes scanning the crowd. A hush fell over the men and girls, as they all stared at Ivar as if they were getting lectured by a parent. No one said anything as whispers arose. “Whoever said it, take it back. Just because (Y/N) may be crippled doesn’t make her less beautiful than she really is. Back off. I love her and only her. Sending her hate will not make me notice you. It will only make me look at you in disgust.” Ivar preached to the now silent crowd, minus the occasional sharpens of swords. You tried to hide your smile as Ivar turned around and pushed you back into the hut. When you were safely inside, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Don’t listen to them. I love you,” Ivar said, capturing your lips with his. “I love you too, my hero.” You giggled breathlessly against his lips as you stretched up to kiss him once more

The Upper Hand: Jefferson x Reader {Part 6}

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Hamilton - Modern AU (Law School)

Jefferson x Reader

1,349 words

Part 6! Man, I feel like this series is getting a little long… Don’t worry. It’s almost over. I didn’t proofread this at all, so sorry for any tense changes or grammatical errors :) I think I spent more time researching French foods and the French Riviera than I did writing this! 

Originally posted by imagineham

“But I said, ‘Hell no! You better give me another chance!’”

You giggle at Thomas’s story, completely enraptured by his storytelling—his wide eyes, waving hands, the way he did the voices of the different people. He has so much passion for life.

“What did he say to that?” you ask excitedly.

Thomas merely shakes his head. “He kicked me out!”

“No!” His grin widens as you burst out laughing. “That’s insane!”

Your phone buzzes on the table and you see an incoming text message from John Laurens. It would be rude to check your phone during the date, so you slide it into your pocket and pick up your menu. He was probably just checking in to make sure Thomas hadn’t insulted you yet.

“So, what do you recommend?” you ask, scanning the menu in confusion. “I don’t know what any of these dishes are.”

He chuckles and leans across the table so the two of you can share a menu. He skims the list with his fingertip until he finds something called Bouillabaisse.

“This is a stew of mixed Mediterranean fish, tomatoes, and herbs,” he says, his voice low. His dark eyes meet yours, and you can’t look away. “It’s a dish from Côte d'Azur, the French Riviera. Along the Mediterranean coast. I stayed there for six months, just soaking up the culture and dining on this very dish.”

“How do you pronounce it?”

Boo-la-bayze.”

You grin, never realizing until now that talking about French food could be so sexy.

“How about that one?” you ask, pointing to another dish.

Pieds paquets,” he says, the French rolling fluently off his tongue. “Are you impressed yet?”

“Very. The only French foods I know are crepes and ratatouille, because of that Pixar movie.”

“That was a very cute movie.”

“You watched it?” you ask in disbelief. “You don’t seem like the kind of guy…”

“Pshh! It’s about France and food. My two favorite things.” He grins lopsidedly and looks you up and down. “That dress would be my third favorite.”

You look away, hoping that he won’t notice your blushing. The front door to the restaurant opens roughly and a harried young man with long dark hair rushes in. It takes you a moment to recognize him, but the three other men who straggle in behind him help jog your Thomas-fogged memory.

Panic floods your chest as Alex scans the restaurant, registering the wrathful expression on his face. He knows. You lift your menu to obscure most of your face, peeking over the top. He is speaking with the maitre d’, getting more riled by the moment.

Thomas frowns at your strange actions. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Alex is—”

“JEFFERSON!” Alexander bellows across the restaurant, his eyes boring into the back of Thomas’ head. “YOU SON OF A—”

“Alexander!” Thomas drawls, his entitled, obnoxious persona sliding expertly into place. He rises from his seat and stands, slightly shielding you, to meet Alex, who rushes across the restaurant with wings of fury. “As usual, it’s a delight when you show up uninvited.”

“Jefferson, what the hell do you think you’re doing with Y/N?”

“Well, I think I’m taking her out on a date. What do you think I’m doing with her?”

“You can’t go anywhere near her, talk to her, touch her. You have hurt her so many times already. This is just an elaborate plan to destroy her self-esteem and ultimately force her to go back to Nebraska.”

“You can’t tell me what to do or what not to do, little Hammy,” Thomas says tauntingly, taking a step closer to Alex. “If I want to take Y/N out, I will. And you can’t say anything about it.”

“You’re so entitled, Jefferson. I’d love to see you without your money and family name. You’d be floundering in the shallows.”

“You know nothing of loyalty. You’re so desperate to rise above your station that you will take advantage of anything and anyone to gain it. Is that why you’re friends with Y/N?”

Alex glances at you, his anger cracking slightly. Thomas shoves his shoulder antagonistically.

“What does she give you? A shoulder to cry on? She’s smart and beautiful and compassionate. Did you think you’d get her at some point? Just keeping her on the back burner while you explore this thing with Eliza Schuyler.”

Alex lunges at Thomas, fists flying. A woman in the restaurant screams. You scramble out of your seat as the two men stumble toward your table. Thomas extracts himself from Alex’s grip and punches him solidly across the face, causing Alex to fall backwards. Flailing his arms, Alex lands on your table, pushing a glass of red wine onto your dress.

Everyone freezes.

Your heart drops as you look at the stain forming on the front of your dress. Touching the liquid with your fingers, you feel your temper rising. How dare Alex come in here and make a scene! How dare Thomas speak about you like you’re nothing more than a consolation prize! How dare Laurens break his promise and tell Alex!

“Damn it, Alexander!” you yell, glaring at him as he lies on the ground. “I finally find a guy who likes me for me and you have to come in here and ruin it with your old grudges and lack of respect? You don’t get to decide who I date or where I go! Stop being such a child and trust that I can handle myself.”

He bows his head in shame, wiping his bleeding lower lip with the back of his hand.

“Same goes for you, Laurens!” you continue. Laurens partially hides behind Hercules’ shoulder, regret painted across his features. “I am an adult and I can make decisions for myself. You don’t need to protect me! You promised that you would keep this secret, but you didn’t! How can I ever trust you after this?”

Shaking your head reproachfully, you turn your attention to Thomas, whose smirk quickly vanishes from his features.

“And you,” you mutter darkly, taking a couple steps so you’re nearly chest to chest with him. “You don’t own me. You are lucky that I agreed to go out with you, but this childish display with Alex shows me that you’re not capable of being respectful of my friends. No matter how much they irk you.”

“Y/N, what are you saying?” he asks, his expression vulnerably worried.

You gaze into those eyes you like so much and your heart begins to hurt. “I gave you a chance, but you’ve shown me that we wouldn’t work. I’m sorry.”

A tear slipping down your cheek, you grab your purse and jacket and push past your friends, your almost-lover, and a gaggle of waiters. You let a sob out once your face hits the cool outdoors air. How could this night have turned out so bad? You wore the dress, he brought you flowers. It was supposed to be perfect.

Walking away from the restaurant, you fish your phone in your pocket. Laurens had texted you, you remember. You open the message and read it. He had tried to warn you.

A million scenarios ran through your mind. What if you had read the message? Perhaps you and Thomas could have escaped the restaurant and found another place for a date. Maybe you could have prepared for Alex’s confrontation. Then you wouldn’t be limping down the darkened street in your heels with a dark stain on the front of your perfect dress.

You don’t want to return to your apartment. It would still have that aura of excitement and hope, which was something you wanted to avoid. John is someone you wanted to stay away from until you had the opportunity to cool off. Hercules and Lafayette would only try to talk you out of being mad at Alex. Peggy is at her boyfriend’s, and you don’t want to disturb them.

A dark car pulls up beside you. The driver rolls down the window.

“Hey, you wanna lift?”

You ponder the offer for a moment before hopping in the backseat.