give it to me now lost girl


Luke’s brush-off makes Rey miss the gruff warmth of Han Solo, Ridley says, giving us a peek inside the head of her character: “’Oh my God, this other man that I lost within a couple days was somewhat of a father figure. Now he’s gone, and instead I’m with this grumpy guy on an island who doesn’t want me here.’”But Ridley says Rey is also placing huge expectations on Luke. She arrives on the island of Ahch-To, site of a primitive Jedi temple, not to become a hero herself, but to shove Skywalker back into the fight. “I don’t think one girl, who he doesn’t know, turning up with a lightsaber is gonna make him go, ‘Oh, s—, yeah, of course I’ll get back into the action,’” Ridley says.“But does he not know her?” Hamill says in his separate interview.

Things We Learnt From the First Wave of EW Coverage

1. Luke believed Ben Solo was the chosen one

[Luke] made a huge mistake in thinking that his nephew was the chosen one, so he invested everything he had in Kylo, much like Obi-Wan did with my character,” Hamill says. “And he is betrayed, with tragic consequences. Luke feels responsible for that. That’s the primary obstacle he has to rejoining the world and his place in the Jedi hierarchy, you know? It’s that guilt, that feeling that it’s his fault, that he didn’t detect the darkness in him until it was too late.”

LOL, what a mess.

2. Luke gives Rey a chilly reception - and forces her to confront her sense of abandonment afresh

Luke definitely does not give Rey the warm welcome he received when he went in search of Alec Guinness’ Ben Kenobi in 1977’s original Star Wars. She is warned. She is given an explanation. Nevertheless …“She’s so hopeful to everything,” Ridley says. “And obviously there’s a hint of, ‘What the hell?’”

This rejection hits Rey’s abandonment issues. Hard.

Luke’s brush-off makes Rey miss the gruff warmth of Han Solo, Ridley says, giving us a peek inside the head of her character: “’Oh my God, this other man that I lost within a couple days was somewhat of a father figure. Now he’s gone, and instead I’m with this grumpy guy on an island who doesn’t want me here.’” 

But Ridley says Rey is also placing huge expectations on Luke. She arrives on the island of Ahch-To, site of a primitive Jedi temple, not to become a hero herself, but to shove Skywalker back into the fight. “I don’t think one girl, who he doesn’t know, turning up with a lightsaber is gonna make him go, ‘Oh, s—, yeah, of course I’ll get back into the action,’” Ridley says.

Poor bb Rey.

3. Kylo is fascinated by Rey 

As we know, the young scavenger was ditched as a child on the hardscrabble junkyard world of Jakku by unknown parents and left for years to survive on her own. But lately, she has gotten accustomed to making fast friends, like BB-8, Finn, Chewbacca, and General Leia Organa. Even the murderous Kylo Ren became fascinated by her strength and resilience after kidnapping her.

No shit.

4.  Ahch-To is home to a quasi-nunnery populated by vaguely amphibious caretakers - and they merely tolerate Luke Skywalker’s presence 

They’re kind of these sort of fish-bird type aliens who live on the island,” Johnson says. “They’ve been there for thousands of years, and they essentially keep up the structures on the island. They’re all female, and I wanted them to feel like a remote sort of little nunnery,” Johnson says. “Neal Scanlan’s crew designed them, and costume designer Michael Kaplan made these working clothes that also reflected sort of a nun-like, spartan sort of existence.”They can communicate with Luke through what Johnson describes as “a blubbery sort of Scottish fish talk” but they’re not thrilled to have him hanging around. Johnson says they “tolerate” his presence.

Please let this be Black Narcissus with extra aliens.

5. We’ll learn more about Snoke’s nature and goals - but don’t expect his lifestory

Johnson says The Last Jedi will reveal more about Snoke and his goals, but his history will remain somewhat murky. “Similar to Rey’s parentage, Snoke is here to serve a function in the story. And a story is not a Wikipedia page,” the filmmaker says. “For example, in the original trilogy, we didn’t know anything about the Emperor except what Luke knew about him, that he’s the evil guy behind Vader. Then in the prequels, you knew everything about Palpatine because his rise to power was the story.” In The Last Jedi, Johnson says, “we’ll learn exactly as much about Snoke as we need to.”

Hahahaha at all the emptiness of the inane Snoke speculation.

6. Snoke is no puppet on a string 

Will we see Snoke performed as a real-life puppet? “No, it’s entirely a mo-cap performance,” Johnson says. “[Creature designer] Neal Scanlan built a maquette that we had on set for lighting reference and to give the actors a sense of what it was going to feel like. And then we scanned that and [Industrial Light & Magic] used that in their renderings, but Snoke will be an entirely CG creation.”

Don’t take anything for granted - least of all spoiler reports!

7. Finn starts out desperate to leave the fight and find Rey 

It got really real for him,” Boyega tells EW. “And he just wants to get away and not be involved. His intention in the first place was to go to the Outer Rim. He was always brought back [in The Force Awakens,], but this is his chance to get away and perhaps find Rey and go off together. He’s trying to do that at first.”

I have a funny feeling of deja-vu!

8. Rose is a true nobody

Poe Dameron is super cool. Finn’s super cool. Even though [Rose] is good at what she does, she’s not known,” Tran says. “She’s not cool. She’s this nobody, this background player, which is what makes her interesting. She’s not the best. She’s not royalty. She’s someone who is just like everyone else.”

Rose is a gearhead, a grease monkey, a behind-the-scenes jack-of-all-trades, while her sister Paige (played by Veronica Ngo) is the dynamic one — a Resistance gunner who fights on the front lines alongside Resistance luminaries like Poe Dameron, Oscar Isaac’s X-wing ace.

Rose - nobody or not - sounds pretty awesome, imho.

9. Rose and Finn drive each other forward - but people can struggle to live up to others’ expectations

Rose is starstruck by Finn: “He appreciates the adoration for a second, but when he meets her, Finn is trying to escape the whole war. He’s trying to leave,” Boyega says. “And she comes in and basically gives him a depiction of himself that wasn’t necessarily true.” But he likes the impression Rose has, the vision she has of him. A good guy. A brave guy. Seeing himself through her eyes gives the ex-Stormtrooper something to live up to. “It’s now an opportunity for him to be the best he can be. He has to make a decision, and Rose is there to help him make that choice.”

It shouldn’t be a spoiler to reveal that, yes, she helps Finn stay in the fight, although the urge to get out is still burning inside him.

Also… living up to Rose’s high expectations is not a task anyone can truly fulfill.

Colour me intrigued…

The Signs as Panic! At the Disco Songs

Aries:  I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt, but I make these high heels work. // “Don’t Threaten Me with a Good Time”

Taurus:  Whether near or far, I am always yours. // “The End of All Things”

Gemini: Everything I do is bittersweet. You could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat. // “Bittersweet”

Cancer: Blink back to let me know. // “Always” 

Leo: Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention. I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives. // The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage”

Virgo:  They were young and independent, and they thought they had it planned. // “Memories”

Libra:  She said, “at night in my dreams, you dance on a tightrope of weird” // “Crazy=Genius”

Scorpio: I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck. // Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off”

Sagittarius: Static palms melt your vibes. // “LA Devotee”

Capricorn: I don’t love you I’m just passing the time. // “She Had the World”

Aquarius: So give it to me now. We’re lost in a dream now. // “Vegas Lights”

Pisces: Your eyes are the size of the moon. // “Nine in the Afternoon”


First tumblr post, feeling insanely anxious about this, and I have extremely low confidence/self-esteem, but thought I’d give it a go since I felt as though I looked good for once. I first came out and began transitioning at fifteen, I’ve been on blockers for just about half a year now, going to be moved straight onto HRT soon, the reason the pinafore dress looks baggy is because I’ve lost around twelve pounds through dieting and exercise, need to buy a smaller size now. I might post more pictures in the future, depending on the responses I get from these three, and how confident I feel. So uhmmm, please don’t be too harsh D:

RFA+V+ Unknown First Kisses

Taking requests so don’t be shy :)


  •  he probably hasn’t kissed anyone before
  •  he’s precious and you don’t mind
  •  it was after your first date
  •  he was too shy the entire time to make a move but he refused to go home without making one
  •  he walked you home since it was late 
  • “Thanks for walking me home, Yoosung. It means a lot.” You gave him the eyes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lol 
  • “O-Oh… It’s was nothing.” He blushed. “Maybe we can do this again… I-If you want to! You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course-I just thought-you know.. if you had a good time and st-stuff…I had a a great ti- 
  •  you kissed him lol 
  • he was a blushing mess
  •  But this did make it a lot easier for him. He became dominant real quick
  • He backed you up against your door, gripping your waist.
  • "You don’t know…how long I’ve been trying…to get my fucking hands on you this evening..” He muttered in between your mouths.
  •  what vulgar language yoosung lawd


  •  He asked you out of course 
  •  he’s a gentlemen
  •  until the beast comes out *howl noises*
  •  movies and then a walk in the park after dinner and such • there was a stray cat
  •  *speed walks with your hand in his*
  • “Zen slow down!” You say.
  •  "Sorry. It’s just there was a cat.“
  •  *huffs and puffs*
  •  you both decide to sit on a bench together under the moonlight
  •  "It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He says, turning to you.
  •  "Mhmm..“ you nod.
  • "Just like you..” His finger tilts your chin up to his. His mouth brushes against yours before going in for the full kiss
  •  It got pretty heated 
  •  like tongue and all that
  •  you were a little bold, started feeling up on his chest and such
  • “Don’t.. I’ll end up taking you home. I won’t be able to control myself..” He panted.
  •  it’s okay daddy I don’t mind 


  •   this ones cute af
  •  you guys have a movie night at her house
  •  you brought drinks
  •  it was great
  •  til you both got drunk
  •  you were way more wasted then she was
  •  everyone’s a little gay when they’re drunk
  •  "Jaehee you’re the best.. like the best of the best..“ you manage to say 
  •  "Thank you, but MC.. it seems you’ve over done it a little.” She chuckles.
  •  she’s so cute
  •  she thinks you’re cute
  •  you give her the eyes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) woyyy
  •  You lean in a little closer and BAM
  •  lesbo kisses
  •  Surprisingly she gives in
  •  She didn’t think you’d remember any of it
  • it got pretty heated, boob to boob stuff lol 
  •  "Mhmm.. MC, not there… wait did you just unhook my bra?“
  •  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 


  •   DADDY
  •   he kisses you first of course
  •   it was at dinner at his place
  •   "Why go out to dinner when I have the best chefs to offer here, MC.”
  •   it’s okay Daddy I go wherever you go
  •   he feeds you food
  •   it’s great
  •   Until you spill wine on your dress
  •   Clumsy ass
  •   “I’ll get you a new dress at once." 
  •   "No Jumin it’s okay- 
  •  You’re half naked and waiting for a new dress now in another room. 
  •  "How does it fit MC?” He says through the other side of the door.
  •   “It feels good. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble though.” You said, opening the door.
  •   He’s speechless 
  •  "You look stunning, MC.“ He bites his lip.
  •  You noticed and looked away, blushing. • Before you know it you’re pinned against the wall.
  •  • Daddy wait- 
  •  "I’ve been holding back all evening. I can’t anymore. You’re… you’re ust too breathtaking." 
  •  Daddy yes-
  •  His hands glide towards your hips, feeling you up just a bit. His lips connect with yours, hot and warm.
  • You just got that new dress but sis you might be taking it off very soon oops- 


  •  hacker daddy hello
  •  this one actually happened on accident
  •  you both were buddies but of course you liked each other 
  • you’d come over to his house to chill 
  •  yeah to CHILL
  •  you’re pretty shy and so is he sometimes
  •  you’d brought over takeout because you kept insisting he needed a break from working so much
  •  he always insists that he doesn’t need it but since it’s you he gives in 
  •  "Fine, I’ll eat with you. But I really gotta get this done so afterwards you gotta leave." 
  • •pouts
  •  "Don’t give me that look, MC.” He said, taking out his portion of the food.
  •  pouts
  •  "Fine, you can stay but don’t bother me.“ He gives in once again. 
  •  "Yay! I’ll got get some drinks.” You say, all giddy-like. 
  • • you grabbed some DOCTA PEPPA And made your way back to him
  • • *slips because you have socks on and you’re clumsy* 
  •  You’re laid up on top of him in between his legs
  •  "oh shit" the Dr Pepper is on the floor 
  •  oh and y'all are literally one centimeter away from each other’s lips
  • I kid you not
  • “I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to-” You stutter and try to get away.
  •  error error
  • he can’t think right now either
  •  you try and get off of him but slip on the floor again because of the Dr Pepper can
  • your lips connect 
  •  neither of you move at this point 
  •  until something ignites within him and he’s grabbing you by the shoulders now, flipping you over.
  •  "I can’t resist you anymore.. please just let me have this.“ 
  •  yes papi you can have me


  •  This one is cute af
  •   you guys are in the park because he wanted to take pictures since it was the spring 
  • he’s taking pictures of the flowers and everything as it blooms before his eyes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hohoho 
  •  you’re just enjoying looking at the flowers
  •  you were just happy to be with him although he wasn’t paying you any mind
  •  or so you thought
  •  cutie pie was taking pictures of you and the flowers
  •  you didn’t even notice until a while later when called out to you 
  • "MC, smile. You look gorgeous." 
  •  you blush 
  •  "You’re supposed to be taking pictures of the flowers and scenery.” You say, embarrassed. 
  •  "I can’t help it.“ He chuckled. "You’re beautiful, just like all these flowers in bloom when you smile like that." 
  •  you didn’t even realize how close he was until you finally looked up from the ground, a complete blushing mess.
  •  "Don’t look at me like that.” You say. “It makes me nervous." 
  •  "Mhmm.." 
  •  He tilts your chin upwards and gives you some good ass lip girl 
  •  good kisser if I must add 
  • he’s all slow like and you’re lost in heaven
  • he’s so smooth you don’t even realize there’s some tongue in there
  •  "Sorry if I’m being forward. I can’t help myself when I’m around you.”
  •   no no it’s okay I love you 
  •  really want the v route now man 

 Unknown (Saeran)

  •   extra cute because it happened unexpectedly 
  •  for you anyways 
  •  y'all went to the movies
  •  he didn’t care he let you pick 
  •  you were feeling bold so you picked out a scary movie
  •  you got scared 
  •  snuggled into his arm, boobs and all
  •  he felt them titties girl 
  •  he didn’t care enough to tell you to get off him though 
  •  after the movie you decided to hold hands while you went to get some ice cream 
  •  ice cream clerk was young and handsome
  •  Saeran: *death glares here and there* the ice cream man didn’t pay him any mind 
  • “What can I get a lovely lady such as yourself? Strawberry? Vanilla?" 
  • "Vanilla, with sprinkles.” You grinned. Not even noticing that he was flirting with you. • He handed you the cone. “Here you go, gorgeous." 
  •  "Thank you- 
  • Saeran takes the cone for you and smashes his lips to yours.
  •  wait wuttt 
  • you couldn’t even speak 
  •  "I’ll also have the Vanilla- no sprinkles." 
  •  slick boi

anonymous asked:

Hello! If you don't mind may I request a BadBoy AU! Of Jungkook in highschool (fluff) where he likes you (the goodie goodie) and softens up for them?

Ruin Me - Jungkook BadBoy AU! 

Word Count: 1k

Y/N slouched in her seat in the front seat of her Mom’s convertible. Why did I let my mom drive me to school in this again? I’m basically begging for attention, she thought. Her mom turned off the car and turned to her with an eyebrow raised. “This is the part where you say thanks for the ride, get out of the car and pretend you don’t know me because you’re a teen who’s to cool to be driven to school by her mom.” She says, unlocking the car for emphasis. Extra. I groan and recline my chain back. “No, this is the part where you realize that I’m having an allergic reaction and make a U-turn home.”

“Allergic reaction?!” She laughs, “To what exactly?”

“School.” She rolls her eyes and I quickly defend myself, “Seriously Mom, do you know what it’s like to be the new girl in the middle of the year. Think about it people have already established their friend groups so it’s appropriate for me to make an educated guess that I will have approximately no friends. I’ll be an outcast the moment I walk through those doors.” When I point to the large brown doors students are flooding into, some passerby give me a once-over which makes me cringe and recline my chair farther until I hit the back seat.

“Y/N, you will be fine. I am making an educated guess based how wonderful you are that you will have many new friends today.”

I open the car door and as I get out, I mutter, “Ha.ha.”

“Bye! Love you!” She calls and I wave awkwardly and hide beneath my hair when I hear the snickers of a couple of boys who probably just heard our whole conversation. As soon as I’m inside, I feel like I’m at war. My backpack holds my supplies, my phone is my shield and I am utterly defenseless against the army of students that flood the hallways. I make a BEELine to the door beneath the “Office” sign. The main office is small with about three secretaries that stare you down as soon as you walk in. I approach the nearest one who happens to be the most intimidating. “Hi. I’m Y/N. I’m new. Today is my first day.”

The secretary looks up at me through her long lashes and thick glasses with tight mouth. “Have a seat. I’ll call you up when I print your timetable.” She says, having me write down my first and last time. I turn around and look at the three waiting seats she directed em towards, one of them is taken. At the far right, a boy is staring at me. He’s quite muscular which I can’t tell from seeing his thick arms in his black t-shirt. I look into his eyes and see that he is staring at me. He smiles. Not a sweet smile but one that makes every part of my body tingle. I look away and sit at the seat on the far left, giving us one buffer seat between us. I fiddle with my phone, still feeling his eyes on me. I take a peek over, trying to inconspicuous and see that he is still staring at me. 

His head is tilted, his chin is in his hands and he massages it with the tips of his fingers as if he’s studying me. His dark jeans have a chain hanging around as a belt that intrigues me. From what I can see in his layer of black clothing, he has a nice body. Understatement. He’s hot as fuck. I meet his eyes again and I flush knowing he’s seen me looking at him. He quirks his eyebrow at me and I whip my head away feeling something churn in my stomach as the heat rushes to my face. It feel like there is a bird or butterfly in my stomach, tickling my sides making me want to gush.

A second later, I feel him next to me as he has moved over a seat. “Hello.” When I turn to the right this time, his head is tilted down and he is pretty close to me. I immediately pull back and he laughs again. His laugh is deep, throaty and quite sexy. “Hi.” I say, straightening out the plaid skirt I wish I hadn’t worn today. I probably look like a Valley Girl right now. “You’re new, huh?” He says in his husky deep voice. I don’t turn towards him fully; even sitting down he’s taller than me and it’s intimidating. I clamp my hands on the round of my knee awkwardly and nod. “I’m Jungkook.” I look over at him at that and with his face so close to my own, I get lost in his eyes. I don’t realize that I’m staring until he says, “This is the part where you tell me your name.” Crap. “I-I’m Y/N,” I say finally.

“Nice name. Pretty girl.” He remarks, giving me a once over that has the butterfly in my stomach turning into a phoenix.

“Jungkook Jeon. Principal Kang will see you now.” The secretary from earlier says loudly, commanding our attention and bringing me back to the real world. Jungkook doesn’t look away from me though. “How about if I see you later, I’ll give you a tour.” He smirks at me as he gets up, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me even though we’ve just met. Jungkook walks towards the Principal’s office at the side of the room. I watch him walk away, admiring his slick stride and he turns around and says, “See you around Y/N,” over his shoulder.

I’m still staring in his direction even after the principal’s office is closed and he’s gone. The secretary’s voice brings me back again when she says, “I wouldn’t if I were you.”


“That kid is trouble. He’s in there right now for gang fighting.” She remarks shaking her head. “He’d ruin a girl like you.” I look down at my hands and fiddle with my phone again, replaying her words over and over again. But then I feel the butterfly in my stomach come back when I look over at the seat where Jungkook sat just moments ago. Maybe he would ruin me. Maybe he wouldn’t. All I can think about is finding him later for that tour.


Hello! I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you were looking for. I’ll try and do a second part where he like introduces her to his friends and kid of changes for her. If you did like this let me know cuz coolios!!!! Thank you for reading and the support :)


You’re losing her by never giving her attention like you used to.
You’re losing her by leaving her on read.
You’re losing her by not talking to her.
You’re losing her by not walking with her.
You’re losing her by talking to other girls.
You’re losing her with poor communication
You’re losing her because he gives her attention.
You’re losing her because he’s replying.
You’re losing her because he’s talking to her.
You’re losing her because he’s walking with her now.
You’re losing her because she’s the only one he texts.
You’re losing her because he communicates with her.

You lost me. He gained me.

Moving On

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Prompt: “Are you trying to figure out if I’m a stripper?”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested: @charliebradbury1104

Dean Winchester is a simple man. Of course he still needs the necessities in life like food, money and sex. Throw his prized possession Baby into the mix and he’s usually happier than a pig rolling in shit.

Unfortunately Dean’s content lifestyle is now being rudely interrupted, his current place of residence will soon be no longer. His roommate Mark just got engaged so the hot fiance is moving in and Dean’s annoyed ass is moving out. 

That’s how Dean ended up in this apartment building, directing a hard glare at the 14A on the door in front of him. Mark’s eviction wasn’t completely heartless, he put in a good word with his friend Jackson who’s looking for a roommate. Apparently it’s a great place with decent rent but Dean’s stubbornness isn’t allowing him to care right now. He’s never been too keen on sharing his personal space in general, never mind with a stranger.

Dean shakes his head, ridding the negative thoughts he’s accustomed to before loudly knocking on the door. He impatiently scratches the stumble under his chin and is dangerously close to ditching this lame idea. Unfortunately the door swings open too fast but he is pleasantly surprised with the drop dead gorgeous female in front of him.

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Billie Eilish Lyrics For the Signs
  • Aries: Go ahead and watch my heart burn
  • With the fire that you started in me
  • But I'll never let you back to put it out // watch
  • Taurus: I'm scared
  • I've never fallen from quite this high // ocean eyes
  • Gemini: Help, I lost myself again
  • But I remember you // six feet under
  • Cancer: I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain
  • It's not like me to be so mean // hostage
  • Leo: Call me calloused, call me cold
  • You're italic, I'm in bold
  • Call me cocky, watch your tone // COPYCAT
  • Virgo: My V is for Vendetta
  • Thought that I'd feel better
  • But now I got a bellyache // bellyache
  • Libra: I wanna be alone, alone with you, does that make sense? // Hostage
  • Scorpio: You want me to be yours, well then you gotta be mine, and if you want a good girl, then goodbye // my boy
  • Sagittarius: I don't want any settled scores
  • I just want you to set me free // bored
  • Capricorn: Gold's fake and real love hurts
  • And nothing hurts when I'm alone // hostage
  • Aquarius: I just wish you could feel what you say
  • Show, never tell
  • But I know you too well
  • Kind of mood that you wish you could sell // idontwannabeyouanymore
  • Pisces: Can't you see that I'm getting bored?
  • Giving you every piece of me, piece of me // bored

sonic heroes’ amy rose is the amy rose I wish I still had… her design and animation were much sharper and I miss it, y’all…

just from body posture and expression, she had spunk, she had attitude. it’s something I noticed lacking since then… somewhere along the way, they’ve animated (and written) her more delicate and although I don’t mind a young girl being girlish, giving her this dainty body language just kinda lost me.

they erased her sass... it occasionally bums me out bc heroes’ amy rose felt right, no bullshit. even her dialogue is pulled back now. sonic heroes was good at being tongue-in-cheek about her “undying love for sonic” lol but while the writing was all in good humor, they made the dialogue powerful. they made her body language powerful. they made her facial expressions powerful !

the writing knew she wasn’t just a love-stricken girl, she was a leader and an achiever. she made her own rules. while in recent versions, she’s just kinda… soft… and kinda boring…

I mean… she’s just…  smaller or restrained in how she approaches things now. she’s practically impassive compared to her heroes counterpart.

like damn girl, where’s that vigor at ?! I know ya got it ! and even when she’s feeling doubtful or scared, she’s animated nicely. the animation understood how these characters’ facial expression should work. (it’s the eye ridges, guys. not the eye lids lmao !)

I know I’m comparing heroes’ cg graphics to this era’s in-game graphics but come on… 1. in-game graphics have kinda stepped up ? 2. heroes’ in-game graphics, although not as expressive in the face, were still much better at portraying emotion and confidence through body language and 3. the odds of getting an honest cg cutscene that isn’t sonic alone (excluding colors’ tails) is rare nowadays. (satbk was the closest but tbf they were head-to-toe in armor and also amy wasn’t in those scenes.)

point being… you can’t get any better than heroes’ amy rose… unless you’re tyson hesse’s and ian flynn’s mega drive amy lol !

Fanfiction Masterlist

Here’s a list of all my Hamilton-related fanfics. You can also find them (and my fics for other fandoms)  on my AO3 page

Most of these fics ARE reader-insert and includes RPF (real people fiction). 

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Zach x Reader: Before You Leave (One Shot)

(A//N: This is by far one of my least favorite work but I’ve gone so far already so I decided to post it anyway just to get it out of my drafts. SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS TRASH I CAME UP WITH AND BETTER CONTENT WILL ARRIVE SOON)

Plot: The one where you learned love and grudge doesn’t mix well.

Originally posted by void-obriens

“You used me?”

Zach could’ve sworn his heart broke in half when he remembered the pain in your face and how you’re voice broke when you heard him bragging to his friends how he would soon drop you once Hannah decided to ‘wake up’ and get jealous and finally go out with him. How you were so replaceable, how you didn’t matter.

It was a party and he was a drunk and insecure little boy that wanted to fit in with the rest of his sex-crazed friends. He knew it was wrong, and his excuse are literally nothing. He wanted to punch himself the moment those words came out of his mouth but it was too late. You already heard it.

You heard all of it.

And Zach would’ve sold the whole world if it meant he could take back everything he said.

“Big Z!” He put up his facade and cheered with the rest of his friends, eyes discretely running around the cafeteria to check for you, out of instinct, but his heart give out when he found you sitting with Jessica on a table, not even sparing him a glance. He saw Jessica rub your arms up and down and whispering something in your ear.

“Hey Zach,” before he could prepare himself, too focused on what Jessica was saying, Therese (a cheerleader he once had a complicated thing with) already had her arms wrapped around his neck. Not wanting her to lose balance and fall he placed his right arm around his waist. “,you up for Bryce’s party this Friday?”

“I – I don’t – I’ll try to see if I can.”

He had enough of Bryce’s party. Nothing good ever came out of it.

Therese was obviously trying to convince him based on her high-pitched voice but Zach’s eyes were already back to your table which was surprisingly void of you and consist of only a glaring Jessica. Zach panicked, pushing the girl off of him unnecessarily hard before getting his bag and running out of the cafeteria.

He saw you walking towards the main building and Zach nearly broke his legs from trying to catch up to you.

“(Y/N)! WAIT UP!”

You flinched when you heard his booming voice through your headphones but stopped walking regardless. He just had that effect on you.

“I …” Zach noticed how the walls he had worked so hard to break down were now standing tall and proud in your dry and sunken eyes, mocking him. Reminding him how much he fucked up. “, I never apologized. What I said in that party was … not right. I was being an ass, I’m sorry.”

He kept staring at the top of your head since that was all he was blessed with considering you’re barely giving him a glance. Nothing made him hate himself more when you looked up and gave him the fakest smile you could muster. 

You barely whispered.

Zach was flabbergasted by your reply. “Okay?”

You bit your lip and for a brief moment Zach could clearly see the damage he has done that was reflected in your eyes. “I don’t know what to say.” You looked down again and Zach felt his nerves shot up to the sky.

“Tell me I can fix this.” He tried moving closer but you just stepped back, not wanting him too close in your personal space.

“You want to fix it?” you said, almost angry, mostly confused. Zach was prepared to beg on his knees right there.

“I don’t … you hurt me, Zach.”
“I know.”

“Do you?” you looked up to him with watery eyes, lips trembling making Zach want to hug you back together. “, because let me tell you, Dempsey … you have no fucking idea.”

“(Y/N), plea –“

“It was so hard, Zach.” There it was again, your broken voice. The voice that you unconsciously used when you were trying hard not to cry. “It was so hard to be the one for you, to be enough for you. I learned to cook cause you said you hated cafeteria meals, I fixed my grades to appease your mom, I lied to my parents and sneaked out so I could spend more time with you and I ignored every single red flag that came because I …”

Zach held his breathe. If you would say what he thinks you’re about to say then Zach lost more than what he thought. He had lost so much already.

“I loved you, Zach.” You sniffed, smiling up at him sadly.

Zach has never wanted to beat his sorry ass so much before.

“I loved you, Zach … so much. I thought …” you laughed, covering your face with your hands but Zach couldn’t do anything. He was a statue stuck staring, just now noticing, the little gashes and red marks and band aids in your dainty fingers. “You win, Zach. I loved you. Go ask your friends if you get a bonus $50 for that. Or am I just worth a 25?”

“What – no! (Y/N), listen –“
“I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough. I’m sorry I wasn’t Hannah.”
“(Y/N) –“

“YO, Z!” you flinched again when you heard Justin from the hallway, looking confused seeing his best friend with one of his hook-ups.

“You should go.” You pushed Zach away, catching him off guard and making him stumble. Before he could protest you were already disappearing off a curve and wiping off the tears that slipped. Zach couldn’t help but punch the wall nearest to him which resulted to a broken wall and a bloody hand.

You loved him, and he was a fucking idiot.

He wanted to tell you he loved you too and that he didn’t mean shit that he said. He wanted to beg for you to come back until his knees broke. He wanted to tell you that you were one of the only people that mattered to him in this God-forsaken world. He wanted to beg for you to love him again, just one more time because he can promise you he will give you the world on a silver platter.

“Man, are you okay?” Justin eyed the right hand that was just dripping with blood warily as Zach neared him.

“Fuck off, Justin.” He nearly plastered Justin on the wall when he barged past him, not wanting his best friend to receive all of his pent up anger right now but he was making it so hard with Justin following him.

“Whoa, calm down! I’m only trying to—“

“WHAT, JUSTIN?!” Zach lost it. He can actually hear himself snap, can feel his blood boiling. “HELP?! You’re trying to help!?“ It took everything in Zach not to punch Justin and break his jaw just to have anything to release the stress inside him. “I wouldn’t accept help from any of you even if it can cost me my life.”

“Look if this is about that chick then you knew what you put yourself into, man. It was just a joke and she took it too seriously. ”

Zach was aware the whole cafeteria could hear him and he couldn’t give a flying fuck right now. He’s lost enough trying to impress everybody and he was sick of it.

He just lost the girl who loved him for who he is in exchange for the world who barely bats an eye on him unless he was shooting three points on the court. He literally traded a diamond for mud.

He saw the rest of his team watching from the cafeteria door.“You know what, if you wanted to help so much,” he took off his wallet from his back pocket, cleared it with all of his money and threw it to the general direction of his team. “, you can have your money back with interest. Maybe we can all use that to stop being assholes that uses people for fun, yeah?!”

“Zach …”

“I’m done with all of you.” He shook his head, tightening his hold on his backpack in anger. If only he did this sooner, if he just loved you better sooner then he wouldn’t have to lose you.

But he did and he is gonna curse the whole world for it and nobody is gonna fucking stop him. Because he was done being a pushover, he is done begging for their approval, and he is done being who he is not for the world to love him.

He just wanted your love back.

He just wanted you back.

Zach immediately got out of his car when he saw you exit the school gates. He had the whole afternoon to think through on how he would get you back and he decided to do what he does best: be annoyingly persistent.

“(Y/N)!” your head nearly snapped when you heard that familiar voice. You heard what Zach did, everybody was talking about it for the rest of the day. It’s not every day their resident friendly giant snaps.

“Hey, Zach …” you swallowed. You always hated confrontations.

“Can we talk? Please?” he looked behind you and on cue you became aware of the whispers and eyes surrounding you. You nodded, also wanting privacy.

He took your bag, on instinct, and went out to take your hand but you flinched so he stepped back. He opened the door for you and you gave him a small thanks. He drove and drove and even if he took an unfamiliar road, the long way, you knew where you were going. To their family’s lake house.

The whole car ride was filled with tense silence that when you arrived,  you didn’t even wait for Zach to open the door for you and just went barging out and heading straight to the dead wood that laid flat on the ground, just in front of the lake.

Sunsets always made the lake so pretty.

“(Y/N).” You looked at your side and saw that Zach was already sitting beside you, although he preferred to sit on the ground, only leaning on the wood to support his back.

“You’re very brave.” You cut him off. “I’m proud of you.”
He scoffed. “Yeah, you shoudn’t be. I’m still an ass.”
You genuinely laughed but looked up at him anyway but he was just looking straight ahead. “We were never compatible anyway.” you mumbled.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“I know.” You nodded, shaking your head to prevent yourself from crying. “But it hurts less if I tell myself that.”

Silence, once again, became the third wheel. Nobody knew what was the right thing to say because the two of you were not just walking on eggshells – no you were way past that, you were walking on knives and every step only made everything hurt more and more.

“Can you love me again?”
he whispered, this time looking straight at you.
“I don’t think I can un-love you, Zach.” You breathed deep and hard. “But that’s not enough.”

“We can make it enough.” He kneeled in front of you, feeling a small relief when you let him take both of your hands in his. You could almost cry at how perfect it fits. “I’ll change.”

“Zach –“

“I’ll quit basketball.” Your eyes widen with his sudden announcement. “I’ll never talk to any of them ever again and I will be the best boyfriend you will ever have. I’ll even walk you every day to every single one of your class and just spend the weekend with you just … one more chance, (Y/N).” This time he was hiding his face by seemingly studying your fingers but the sniffles he tried to hide were clear as day.

“Just one more because … I can’t lose you – not like this. I promise I’ll do better this time. I’ll be better.”

You shook your head, still being stubborn, afraid of opening up from the regret you felt when you got hurt. “Hannah –“

“I don’t give a shit about Hannah, okay?!” He screamed, reaching his breaking point. He grabbed you, desperate for contact – desperate for anything. He is desperate for you to understand that it was a mistake, that everything in his life has been a mistake except you. He had shitty friends, a shitty family, and have been a shitty person for the majority of his life but it didn’t matter then because he had you.

And he can’t lose that – lose you. 

He won’t allow it.

“I love you.”

The hitch in your throat did not go unnoticed but it was still too early to celebrate, you were still not looking Zach in the eye – still not believing him.

“I know,” Zach sighed, hands gently taking yours. “It’s kinda hard to believe, especially after all of the shit you just heard me say but I swear to you if you … if you just give me a chance, I promise … I promise you won’t regret it.”

You really wanted to believe him, wanted nothing more than to forgive and forget about everything that just happened but you simply can’t. You could barely trust him before how much more now when he already shattered your illusion of love into a million pieces.

“You don’t have to forgive me –“

“I forgive you,”
you cut him off and you can feel his grip in your hand starting to tighten. “That’s actually … that’s actually the easiest part, Zach.” You chuckled humorlessly. “You could’ve murdered me and … and I would still forgive you but I …”

The sobbed escape before you could finish your sentence but you braved through it, not wanting to show any more of your broken state to Zach.

“Tell me, Zach,” you gripped the front of his shirt and buried your face in it in hopes of drowning your sobs. “How can I forget?! How can I forget what you did?! I can’t – I don’t know how and I – I –“

“Shhh,” Zach nearly carried you from how tight he held on to you but it was just what you needed: just what you needed to stop from falling apart. “I … I can’t answer that, baby. I’m sorry.”

You sobbed even harder, holding on more tighter. You were desperate, desperate to forget but you were only human. A human who can get hurt and can hold grudges.

“Don’t worry baby I’ll still be here.” He tried to calm you down and you were so surprised by his statement you actually shot up and looked at him. “It’ll take a long time and I don’t care. I’m … We’re in this together, okay? I’m not leaving. I’m winning you back.”

“Zach,” you sniffed, shaking your head. “I’m not sure I’m worth all that effort.”

This time it was Zach’s time to laugh, disbelief written all over his face as it got closer that you were pretty sure the breaths between you was one. 

“You’re the only one who’s worth anything to me now, baby.”
He whispered like a secret that the thought made you release a watery giggle causing him to smile.  “I’m not letting you go.”

4 | Red Skies

WORD COUNT: 3,425 nice meaty chapter for u guys


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“Quick, go down the stairs!” Jungkook shoved you through a secret doorway disguised as an antique bookshelf in his office, “You’ll be safe down there. Go all the way down to the bottom floor, don’t stop and don’t look back. I’ll come and get you once he’s gone.”
The door slammed shut behind you, leaving you to go down two flights of creaky stairs in the dark completely alone. After running down one flight of stairs you came to an abrupt stop when you saw a thin mahogany door that you were certain was behind an actual book shelf in the living room. Trying to be as quiet as possible you lingered round the door, listening in on the situation.

“Jimin! Ji-Yong?!” You clearly heard Namjoon shout at the top of his lungs, followed by lots of shuffling and pained groans.

Jimin had been shot.

“He got in my way.” An all too familiar menacing voice stated matter of factly, his tone was harsh and cold. He didn’t care at all.

“You little fucking rat! I’m going to fucking kill you!” Namjoon screamed, you’d never heard him sound so unbelievably angry before.

“He’s not going to die, I made my own bullets. They’re free from silver. I only wanted him to feel pain, if I wanted you all dead I would’ve killed you by now. For example, Layla, she didn’t last-”

“Don’t.” Namjoon warned, his voice sill raised but now shaking with fury, “Don’t you dare say her name.”

Namjoon’s mate.

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Peter Pan Imagine - “How’d You Like Your First Taste Of Darkness?”

Peter Pan gets you to darken your heart against your will.

- Peter Pan x Reader

- Fandom: Once Upon A Time

- Warnings: violence, light cussing, intimacy


“Pan, don’t,” I pleaded, grabbing his arm as he attempted to walk away.

“(Y/n), don’t even try,” Pan snapped. “I hate all these dirty pirates coming to my island thinking they own the place. They need to be taught a lesson.” He freed his arm of my grasp. “And one day you’ll understand that.”

“No, I won’t,” I contradicted. “I will never understand your senseless violence. How you think fighting others is fun. How you kill for sport!”

Pan only shrugged. “Then you don’t have to participate. Stay here if you want. Be the girl that you are, afraid to get even a little bit of blood on your hands. But mark my words, (y/n). Living on Neverland, living with me, your heart won’t stay pure and red forever.”

“Can’t you at least give them a warning first?” I tried desperately.

“Where’s the fun in that? Besides, pirates don’t listen to warnings,” Pan scoffed. “You should know that by now.” He backed away, yanking his knife from its sheath. “Lost Boys! Let’s go have some fun!”

At that they all took off into the forest hooting and hollering, weapons raised, rushing past Pan, who stood there grinning like a proud father. “See?” he said. “Look how excited they are. Look how wild they are. Here on Neverland, it’s kill or be killed. The pirates will learn that soon enough.” He chuckled lightly, before his expression darkened. “And you will too. Sooner than later.” (gif)

“I will never—” I cut myself off as Pan suddenly disappeared into thin air. Gone, just like that. Stupid magic. I wanted to scream in frustration, but just loudly groaned instead. The sounds of my campmates cheering and whooping their excitement faded into the distance the farther they ran. I stood there, alone in Pan’s now empty camp, helpless to stop the many deaths that would happen today on the hands of the Lost Boys, justified by Pan’s way of thinking that shedding blood was fun.

A few days later, I was by a stream, getting a refreshing drink with cupped hands. I splashed some water on my arms and behind my neck to help cool off from the sticky humidity of the jungle we called home.

Suddenly, someone screaming “help!” erupted close by. I shot up, alarmed, and quickly pulled my dagger from its sheath. What in the world…?

“Help!” This time he sounded more panicked.

I rushed towards the sound without a second thought, knowing one of us Lost Boys was in trouble. I raced through the thick undergrowth, swerving trees and taking many thorns whipping across my legs. The commotion grew closer. The boy continued shouting for help as I burst into a small clearing and saw Devin struggling with a large, ragged, beefy man—a pirate! I could tell by the looks of him. Devin was holding up the pirate’s wrist above his head, in which a knife was gripped in the man’s hand. If Devin faltered, this pirate’s knife would sink into his head.

“(Y/n)!” Devin yelled desperately as he saw me. “(Y/n)!”

With no hesitation, I lunged forward and barreled into the pirate, thrusting him away from Devin. The pirate’s knife slashed me across the shoulder and I gasped at the pain, before stabbing my dagger into his side.

He let out a shriek and stumbled backwards with it still in his body. He twisted the handle then pulled it out—I grimaced at the pain I know it must’ve caused, before realization came over me. Shit! Now he had two weapons and I had none.

I took the few steps backwards that brought me to Devin’s side, relieved that he at least had a spear. The pirate rushed at us, bellowing, and Devin and I both ran opposite directions. The pirate went after me, either because I’m the one who stabbed him, or because I had nothing to defend myself with. I took off blindly into the trees, panic surging through me.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me; adrenaline giving me extra speed. I made the split-second decision to head towards camp. There, the pirate would be way outnumbered and we could easily take him down.

I ran through the thick trees like an expert compared to the blundering man behind me, and the distance between us grew bigger with each step I took. I was used to the forest, he obviously wasn’t, and that gave me the advantage.

Very abruptly and very unexpectedly, my legs were whipped out from under me by literally nothing and I slammed into the ground. The surprise and impact of the fall knocked the wind out of my chest and left me dazed for a moment.

Just as I flipped myself onto my back, the pirate was on top of me. I screamed as the knife sliced down my collarbone and I writhed beneath him, vainly trying to free myself. Our struggle consisted of me trying my best to knee him and get up while also holding his arms away from me so I wasn’t cut with the knives. But this man was big and heavy and strong, he was on top of me, he had the weapons, and it was no doubt he now had the advantage.

I don’t know how but I managed to knock one of the knives out of his hands. Now all he had was my dagger, in which he raised high above his head to plunge into my neck. I ferociously grabbed his wrists just as he brought them down, straining to keep them up. The tip of the blade was just a millimeter above my throat.

The pirate bared all his weight forward to try and push the dagger into my neck. My arms trembled with the effort to hold the blade up, and I knew within moments my arms would collapse and I’d be a goner. I cried out for help, my heart pounding and my arms burning.

“This is for my crew!” he roared, spit flying from his mouth. “My crew! You slaughtered them all! And now it’s my turn to show no mercy!”

“That wasn’t me!” I gasped, almost on the verge of tears as I barely kept my own dagger from ending my life. “I had nothing to do with that!” My arms began to shake with the effort to hold his up; three more seconds and they’d give out.

Abruptly, the pirate was shoved off me, toppled over by another person, and they both crashed to the ground. Devin!

I gasped for breath, laying there in shock and exhaustion for only a second, but I didn’t give myself time to regain my strength. I scrambled to my feet to see the pirate and Devin wrestling for dominance, crushing foliage in their wake. I spotted my dagger lying in the grass—the pirate must’ve accidentally let it go when Devin smashed into him, just my luck.

I rushed for the dagger but tripped back onto the ground in my haste and exhaustion. Scrabbling onto my feet again, I grabbed my dagger and whipped around. To my horror, the pirate was now on top of Devin, choking the life out of him. Devin uselessly clawed at the man’s hands, making terrible choking noises while his face turned blue with suffocation.

“No!” Screaming a battle cry, I brought my dagger down into the pirate’s back, right into his heart. He immediately released his hold on Devin, who loudly sucked in air. The pirate’s eyes widened in shock, his face contorting in agony. I twisted the blade, then wrenched it free. His mouth gaped and he fell onto his side with a thump. His body stilled, never to move again.

Devin pulled himself away from the now dead man, heaving and coughing for breath. I flopped onto the ground, stunned, my vision blurring for a second. I really just killed someone. I just killed a person!

“Thank you,” Devin spluttered, rubbing his neck.

I shook my head, unable to process what just happened. I became aware of my wounds; a cut on my shoulder and a cut on my collarbone, both trickling blood that stained my shirt red and stung like fire.

“He just came out of no where and attacked me,” Devin continued.

“I can’t believe I did that.” I finally said. “I-I killed him.”

“He would’ve killed us if he had the chance,” Devin pointed out hoarsely.

“I just murdered someone,” I breathed, as if I hadn’t just heard Devin’s good reasoning.


Devin and I both jumped at the new voice; I turned my head to see Pan standing there, casually leaned against a tree with his arms crossed. A smirked dangled on his lips, his godly eyebrows arched with relish. “How’d you like your first taste of darkness?”

What?” I wheezed, rising to my feet. “How long have you been there?”

“I saw it all.” Pan grinned. (gif) “You fought well, (y/n). I knew you would.”

Anger boiled in my chest. “Why didn’t you help?” I demanded. “He almost killed me! The dagger almost plunged into my throat!”

“But it didn’t,” Pan said.

“And what do you mean ‘I knew you would?’“ I spat, my mind reeling as the unbelievable dawned on me. “Did you…did you set this up?”

“So what if I did?” he walked forward. “Anyways, I asked you a question,” he went on. “How did you like your first taste of darkness, (y/n)?”

“You set this up,” I snarled. Emotions coursed through me: hurt, betrayal, rage. “When I fell…that was you, wasn’t it? You made me fall with your damned magic so he could catch up to me, didn’t you?”

Pan’s reply was a smug grin, which in other words, meant ‘damn right’. That was enough to make anger take over my actions. I shoved him against a tree with my dagger to his throat. “How could you?”

He only smiled and laughed. “There it is! Your fire. I like your fire.” (gif)

“(Y/n), back off him,” Devin warned.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Pan still smiled widely. “I like where this is going.”

“How can you defend him?” I looked at Devin like he had two heads. “You could’ve been killed too!”

“But I wasn’t,” Devin reminded me.

“How are you not even the slightest bit angry?” I asked, bewildered. I took my gaze off him and returned it to Pan, who was watching me like a hawk would watch a mouse.

“I’m alive, aren’t I?” Devin said. “If Pan set this up, who am I to judge? What’s done is done.”

There was no point in trying to argue some sense into Devin. He and the other Lost Boys basically worshiped the ground Pan walked on. So it was no wonder Devin isn’t upset about this like I am. I held Pan’s stare a moment longer—my expression was fiery, hurt, his was amused. He was enjoying every second of this, even with my dagger at his throat. Disgusted, I yanked it away from his neck and backed off him.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?” I seethed, unable to bring myself to look at the dead pirate lying just a few feet from us. This would haunt me forever.

“I know exactly what I’ve done,” Pan assured. “And it turned out exactly the way I wanted it to, too.”

“You’re a monster.” My hand trembled as I slipped my dagger back into its sheath. “You made me end someone’s life. That’s not okay! This isn’t just some game, Peter!” I only called him Peter when I was really angry, and he knew it.

“You’re not getting it, are you?” he growled. (gif)

“What is there to get?” I glared at him furiously. “You’re a fucking asshole. This..this is like the biggest sin of all sins…this is murder. Oh god, I-I’m a murderer now…”

Pan looked at Devin, waving his hand in dismissal. As Devin left, Pan grabbed my arm and before I could pull myself away we were engulfed by thick green smoke. When it cleared, we were in a completely different part of the jungle, across the island from where we were standing just moments ago.

“What the hell, Peter?” I took a step away from him, looking around in dismay.

“You want to bring up sins?” he said. “Here on Neverland, the rules are different. Murdering isn’t considered a sin. It’s considered fun.” He lowered his chin, arching an eyebrow and smirking. “But sinning can be fun too.”

Pan suddenly disappeared and reappeared right behind me, his body so close to mine I could feel his body heat. My heart started to beat faster as I tried not to show how intimidated I was by how close we were. His breath was warm on my ear as he leaned forward and said quietly, “I can show you what fun really is, (y/n). I’ll show you sinning.”

He brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear then began kissing my neck.

Little Red

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Anger/ Swearing/ Smut/ NSFW

Imagine getting into a heated argument with Bellamy Blake. You raise your arm to slap him, but he catch your wrist. They back you up against the wall and lean down to your ear. In a low, husky voice they whisper “Wanna try that again sweetheart?

A/N: I kind of borrowed this imagine from @multifandom-gabi but i desperately wanted to write it! 


You’d never been so angry in your entire life, in fact you were surprised that there wasn’t steam coming out of your ears. Of all the stupid things to do, and damn had they done a lot this took the biggest prize.

Not caring that there were Delinquents everywhere shouting at you to stop, you marched to Bellamy’s tent pushing your way in and slamming a hand down on a nearby crate to get his attention.

Bellamy looked up from the make shift desk he’d been sat at, eyes narrowing slightly when he saw it was you. The main group of Delinquents that followed him around had finally caught up and Miller grabbed your arm trying to pull you from the tent.

“Get the fuck off me Miller” you whispered, angry enough right now that you were going to forget your mother raised you to be lady, and hit him real hard someplace he wasn’t going to enjoy.

“Let her go Miller, it’s alright”

“Bellamy?” Miller asked his grip on your arm remaining. Bellamy just waved him off and with a last look at you Miller finally let go and left the tent leaving you alone with Bellamy.

You turned back to the main focus of your rage, eyes glinting with sparks as he just came around the desk leaning against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever is the matter little red?”

“Don’t call me that” you warned stalking towards him “I am not in the mood for your shit Blake”

“Really! And what is it I’ve done to upset you this time?”

“Don’t play innocent” you were tempted to smack him and that stupid smirk off of his face. “You sent people to a peace meeting with guns! That was our one chance to make peace with the grounders and you screwed it up”

“Well I’m sorry we can’t all be cosy cosy with the grounders Y/N” he was getting angry now himself the flare of his nose a sure fire give away. “Some of us remember how many people we’ve lost to grounder spears”

“You think I don’t know that. How do you suppose we stop that though Blake? For god sake surely you have some brains in that pretty boy head”

“Y/N” he growled getting up from the desk to put his body close to your own face hovering just above yours. You were tall for a girl meaning he barely had to lean down. “Be very careful with your words right now”

“You don’t intimidate me Blake” sneering you raked your eyes up and down his body “I’ve dealt with guys like you all my life”

“No you haven’t”

“Really and what makes you so special? You think you’re better than everyone else? Think your some sort of leader?” laughing you shook your head at him. “You’re not, a leader would do anything they could to save their people, what you’ve done is sentence us to a battle with people who’ve been fighting their entire lives. Every single one of those kids out there trusts you to protect them, and now every one of their deaths from now on is on your head”  

Bellamy grabbed your upper arms squeezing tightly as he twisted you around so you were pressed between the desk on his body. “You have a big mouth Red”

“I have a brain” breaking his grip on you, you pushed at his shoulders hard making him take a step back so you had room to move once more. “This was our one chance Bellamy and now it’s screwed up”

“The grounders wouldn’t have given us peace Red” Bellamy pushed his hair out of his face glaring at you “I have enough of a brain in my head to realise that. No matter how many peace talks we organise. We’ve stole their land, tortured one of their people and killed others. There is no peace to be had”

“You didn’t know that”

Bellamy snorted “You know what Red if we’re all so stupid around here why not go join the fucking grounders? You’re more like them anyway”

“Maybe I will” shouting you pushed away from the desk to get back into his space, temper igniting once more. “Their friendlier than everyone here anyway”

Bellamy’s mouth curled into a disgusted grimace “yeah well, not all of us can make friends by fucking them”

Yeah, there went all your mother’s lessons, flying straight out of the window as your anger broke free of all its restraints. Raising your hand you went to slap him, hard. Of course Bellamy Blake couldn’t even let you have that much, he grabbed your wrist before your hand could connect. Pulling you forward he pushed you into the pole of the tent your bodies pressing against each other. Raising both your hands above your head and holding them tightly there with one hand.  

“Want to try that again sweetheart?” he asked into your ear as his spare hand gripped your hip hard.

“Get. Off. Me”

“Why?” he nuzzled his nose into your neck as you pulled at your hands. “Don’t like it rough Red?”

“I don’t like you” you spat out eyes flashing. Bellamy laughed the hand on your hip moved to the band of your pants flicking open the button there fingers slipping underneath to rest flat against your lower stomach.

“You sure about that?” he asked “If I move just the tiniest bit further down here what exactly will I find red?”

You didn’t understand why you weren’t moving, why you weren’t trying to throw him off of you. All you knew was that your anger was rapidly changing to something else completely. “Bodies lie”

He really was laughing this time an evil light coming to his face “want to try and prove that red?”

“I told you to stop calling me that” raising your knee in a quick move you took the wind out of his stomach making him finally let go of your hands. He stumbled backwards as you moved forwards pushing him back to his bed.

You tumbled down there with him on his back and you landing on top of him straddling his hips. “One time deal Blake” you warned as desperately you ripped at each other’s clothing.

“Sure Red” he was agreeing to easily but you couldn’t concentrate because somehow he’d flipped you over on the small bed so he was back in charge, pulling quickly to rid you of your pants and underwear. “Open your legs” he ordered. When you didn’t comply instantly his hands went to the inside of your thighs dragging them wide and instantly dropping down burying his face between your legs.

“Fuck” the groan was dragged from your throat as Bellamy’s tongue licked up the juice there.

He was relentless making you writhe underneath him in desperation, all he did though was use his hands to clamp your hips still so he could punish you some more.

“Blake… please” you were begging and uncaring anymore of your pride. You just needed him to finish you.

“Please what?” he asked against your skin.

“I… don’t… Blake”

“Say it red” he order, torturously licking his tongue through your folds once more.

“Let me cum” you finally got out making him smirk.

“Whatever the lady wants” his mouth fastened back against your clit and within moments you’d broken, crying out hoarsely as you laced your fingers through his hair holding him there.

Bellamy crawled back up your body dropping the odd kiss on your hot, sweaty skin until he reached your mouth. “I like you so much better when you’re being friendly Red”

“I can be friendlier” wrapping your legs around him you rolled once more so you were on top of him. “Want me to show you?”

“Fuck yes”

You reached between your bodies taking his cock in one hand moving slowly up and down it a few times before lining him up with your body and sliding so he was deep inside of you.

Using his chest as a stabiliser you let your hips rock back and forth. Riding him hard and fast.

Bellamy sat up underneath you so his face was suddenly close to your own as he kissed you. “God red”

“shut up” you ordered as your rhythm started to fail, orgasm building back up, his hands went to your hips helping you with the movements as you both panted hard, he buried his face in your neck as shuddering you came around him once more, the spasms of your muscles pulling him along with you.

You stayed there for a moment longer getting your breathing back under control before climbing off him and grabbing your clothes from the floor.


“I don’t want to talk Bellamy” you finished with your clothes pulling your hair out from under your shirt. “I’m still furious with you”

“I can tell”

You could hear the smile in his voice so refused to look at him, knowing it would only incite your rage once more. “I have work to do”

“Hey Red?”

“What?” looking at him finally from the door way of the tent, he hadn’t moved still sat naked on his bed, smile plastered on his face as he wiped his mouth with one hand.

“Knew you were a natural red head” he pointed to his head with the statement, you grabbed the nearest thing you could find to hand, his shoe you thought and flung it at his head as you stormed from the tent, the only thing you could hear his annoying laughter.

You hated Bellamy Blake. There was nothing else there. You. Hated. Bellamy. Blake.



Acai (Ethan)

It was a busy Friday afternoon in downtown L.A. The sun was out with a vengeance as it heated your skin. You silently cursed yourself for not putting on enough sunscreen. Had you known your friends would choose to sit out on the Acai Bar patio in the scorching heat, you probably would’ve done so.

You picked at the corner of your napkin as your friends rambled on and on about the new clothes they bought while stuffing their faces with fruit. You hadn’t tried acai before put apparently it was all the rage in L.A. You tried your best to remain engaged in conversation when they started talking about their boyfriends but being the only single friend in the group you really didn’t have much to relate to. You rested your chin in your hand as your eyes looked out to the busy L.A. traffic. Sometimes you just wanted to run back home. Maybe you didn’t really fit in here.

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Moon of Fire Part ii (Sastiel Sequel)

Thank you so much to everyone who showed their love for the first of part of Moon of Fire! Special mention to @thebookdiviner for her amazing, beautiful, gorgeous aesthetics edit for part i as well!

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Moon of Fire:
Part i, Part ii, Part iii, Part iv, Part v


“Bring her back,” Kastiel had shouted, clawing at the floorboards in the House of Mist. “Bring her back!”
“She’s gone, Kastiel,” Amren said, pulling him to his feet.
Kastiel shook his head. “How do you know? How do you know where she went, if she’s alright, if she’s made it? How do you know?”
Amren’s mouth was about to open, about to make a sound, before Kastiel was yanked from his dream.
He was sweaty, despite the open windows that let the cool breeze of the night in. He wished the dream hadn’t ended so abruptly, so he could hear Amren’s steady voice, explaining to him everything so vividly, so clearly, as if to say how could you ever doubt me, Kastiel?
Now, he lay awake in the bed he’d shared with Seraphine.
It was cold and empty—just as he was.
Though he couldn’t shake that feeling, that undeniable dread at the thought of Seraphine gone from him. Somewhere he couldn’t go.
I came alive when I met you she had said to him.
Yet she still left.
And he didn’t come with her.
The shadows rippled in the corner of his eye. Anyone who wouldn’t have known what to look for could have easily mistaken it for nothing. Though Kastiel knew better.
“Father asked you to spy on me again?” he said into the shadows.
“Not quite,” Azriel said, appearing at the foot of his bed. “I’m just here to check on you.”
Kastiel turned those words over and over in his head. He couldn’t understand what exactly he was feeling—couldn’t even put it into words. But he was certain on one thing—he shouldn’t have let Seraphine’s fingers slip from his hands. He shouldn’t have let her go through the portal alone, without him, without telling her how he felt. Letting Seraphine go was the biggest mistake of his life.
“I’m going to get her back. I’m going to tell her.”
He met his uncle’s eyes and shifted to the side of the bed to make room.
Azriel laid down next to him and together, they comforted each other in their silence.

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