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Black Honey: Pt. 6 [conclusion]

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Summary: Starfire and Robin are officially an item, but what does that mean when the resident empath is stuck living between their respective bedrooms? Finding a new bunk buddy in Beast Boy was certainly not her first choice, and when she engages in a strange, night time activity, how long before the changeling notices what she’s up to?


His first instinct was to stop her.

There were so many questions running through his hazy mind, it was staggering.

Nonetheless, it was pure impulse that he acted on, knowing that he had to get to her before she vanished. He needed answers, and they needed to work through this, neither of which would happen if Raven fled the scene, like he knew should would.

“Raven, wait-” His voice was choked up and distant, even as he tried to reach out to her.

The expression on her face betrayed the horror she was no doubt experiencing, the numbing fear. She’d been caught, and so had he.

Beast Boy was shaken, but no where near as jittery and paranoid as the cowering empath. The earth beneath them seemed to come to life, the objects in his room skittering across his floor. The frame of his bed moved, his oak dresser creaked against the tiles in response to an otherworldly force, his toys and figurines clattering to the floor. A few candle jars smashed to the ground in pieces, the glass shards splaying out like dangerous, glittering gems. The candle wax would no doubt stain the wooden panels.

None of it mattered.

He couldn’t bring himself to care, not when the girl responsible for so much chaos was so violently distraught. The blood seemed to have drained from Raven’s already pale face, all the while she clutched at the sides of her skull, her fingers digging into the roots of her violet hair.

Even now, he could hear the others rushing to his room, the heavy, echoing footfalls of both Cyborg and Robin as they raced down the hall.

The lights in his room flickered on and off, until she burnt them out entirely, the bulbs bursting into an ear-splitting smattering of glass.

He tried to get to her, but some invisible force was stopping him, pushing him back.

The Titans banged on his door, their voices muffled by the whirlwind of catastrophe now contained in his bedroom.

She was spinning out of control, and the more damage she did, the worse it became. Bit by bit, she was overwhelmed with a surge of emotion and, thus, her powers raged on in an endless storm of electricity and malevolence.

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Intuition {S.M}

requested// imagine from Shawn’s point of view where you are best friends with Shawn and his family says you are perfect for one another and he should do something about it

author’s note// all my imagines are going to crap idk if im gonna keep up with this page much longer

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I loved her. I knew for a long time that I loved her, but for a good while I didn’t know if that was right. 

Okay, now before you call my crazy, just here me out. 

Haven’t you ever loved someone that you knew wasn’t the one for you? I know that sounds cringey and stupid, but you know what I’m talking about. That one person that you fell in love with, but they were so wrong for you, so unhealthy, even so mean to you, but you fell in love anyways. 

Well, I was convinced she was that for me. I thought she would never feel the same, and I thought that she would never love me the way that I loved her. I thought that she would always just see me as her best friend who was always just there. That’s what she was to me until the eighth grade, if we are being completely honest. We were at the school dance and I saw her in that cheap Macy’s dress with the beads falling off of it, and I thought she was so beautiful. She had been my best friend for like, five years, and I had never seen her like that. Now that’s the only way that I see her. 

And it’s been seven years now, I’m always on tour, and she was always with the kids she taught. She was a classroom assistant for fourth graders, she’ll be an actual teacher in a year. It’s kind of adorable. But we continue to be best friends. We continue to stay in touch even though she is in school and I’m almost never home. And I continue to harbor these absolutely disgusting feelings for her that she probably has no idea about. I’m pretty sure no one knew about them. 

The weird thing is, there weren’t even dating rumors about us. We had been seen in public together a few times, and photos surfaced, but it wasn’t ever,

“Shawn Mendes and mystery woman???????” 

Which baffled me to an extreme extent, but at the same time I’m glad. 

I’m rambling, aren’t I? 

Okay, so summary of the backstory before I get to the point:

I’ve been friends with her since third grade, been in love with her since eighth grade, she’s graduating college this year and I still haven’t told her how I feel, I do the pop star thing and we continue to be best friends, and I’m coming home for a month to take a break from tour and I’m seeing her tonight. 

Okay, let’s get on with it then!

“I’m excited to see you!” She beamed. I could tell through the phone. She was excited. I hadn’t seen her in person in six months, and I missed her more than words could say. 

“Me too!” I smiled, and I knew she could tell that I was. She just laughed a little, and I heard the line click off. I sighed and slipped the phone next to me as I placed my other hand back on the wheel. I was nervous to say the least, because I decided that seven years was long enough and tonight I would decide to tell her how I felt. 

Or maybe I wasn’t. 

I don’t know. 

But I do know who to ask. 

I pulled into my driveway, seeing the exact face I wanted to see. My sister, Aaliyah. I purposefully came home about an hour earlier than my parents get home, so I could talk to her before they got home. She sprinted to my car, waiting for it to come to a halt, and when it did, she ran over to the door waiting for me to open it, and when I did I thought she was going to cry when she jumped into my arms. 

“Shawn, oh my god!” She held on so tight as I let out a chuckle. She was happy to see me, I was guessing. I was always close with my sister. She always knew what was going on. She always knew what I was feeling, and she got it. Sometimes even when I didn’t tell her. “I missed you.” I squeezed just a little tighter, and  hoped she’d never have to let go, so I pushed the thought of having to leave soon out of my head. 

“Yeah? I missed you too kiddo, but I need your advice.” I pulled back, my sister doing the same. She smiled.

“I knew you would. Come on.” She started to go inside, and I followed her. I just left his suitcase in his truck, knowing he would be back out for it later. I walked up the familiar steps into my house, my black boots clonking on the wooden steps. “I’m pretty sure I already know too.” She mumbled, walking into the house, the scent of home washing over me. It almost hurt that I had been gone for so long. I loved this place with everything I am. I instantly walked into the kitchen, seeing that oh-so-familiar tin of blueberry muffins, grabbing one, and sitting at the bar. Aaliyah did the same, and as she sat down she let out a sigh. “What do you need my wise high school kid help with?” She bit into her muffin, obviously incredibly content. 

“Y/n…” I trailed off peeling the wrapping off of my muffin. God, I missed these. 

“You mean your future wife.” She stated non-nonchalantly. I almost choked on that muffin I shit you not. 

“What?” I coughed, trying to form words and get air into my lungs. 

“Shawn, come on. You love her. Jesus, everyone knows. It isn’t hard to tell. Even my friends know. Like seriously, you don’t hide it well. I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t know.” She paused, collecting her thoughts for a moment and it caused his stomach to drop about seven stories. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she felt the same way.” That was seventeen stories. 

“Really?” I choked out, not even trying to take another bite out of that muffin knowing I would probably die. 

“Yeah, really. In all honesty, you really should have gone and seen her first instead of waiting for six a clock tonight and just tell her what you’re feeling. You’ve been harboring these feelings for what? Five and a half years?” She stated, still engrossed in that muffin. 

“Actually seven but..” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Pretty sure she’s at work anyways…” I knew very well she wasn’t. I was honestly just trying to think up an excuse on to why I shouldn’t go over there. 

“Fat lie. Call her, tell her you’re coming over, and then go tell her how you feel.” My sister basically demanded. All of the things that could possibly go wrong, or go right even, ran through my head at about a million miles a minute. No, more like a second. She could say no, she could say that she didn’t want to ever talk to me again since she didn’t want to have to deal with my feelings. She could laugh at me. Or, she could feel the same. She could jump into my arms and we could live happily ever after. And I’d really like to see the outcome. 

“Aaliyah, I know I just got home, but I really have to do something.” She didn’t even say a word and I knew she was fine with it. I instantly got up from the bar and walked out of the door. My courage was rushing through my veins and I hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t just go away. I instantly got in my car, put the key in the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway. My blood was boiling over with anticipation and in that moment I was so incredibly grateful that her house was only five minutes away. Because I was pulling into her driveway before I could even give it a second thought. I took a deep breath, making sure not to think it through again before I hopped out of the car and out onto her driveway. I took long, fast strides up to her front door, and knocked. She had gotten a tiny house of her own, only one story since she hated the idea of an apartment so much. I looked at the white paint that was chipped, most likely from the previous owner. It seemed like forever and a half I was waiting until I heard that door creak open. I looked over, her long legs uncovered since she was only wearing some pajama shorts, her arms pressed against the door frame, those only covered up by a long sleeve purple t-shirt. 

“Hey, you’re early.” She laughed, and god, it was a heavenly sound. Her dark skin glowing in the early afternoon sunlight. “Wanna come in?” She asked. 

“No.” I shook my head. “I just have to say something and then I can leave or stay or whatever it is you want.” I took a deep breath again, and she nodded her head, as if telling me to get on it with already. She crossed her arms and waited. “Okay well, so like this may be creepy but i’m in love with you?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I am, and I have been for a while but I thought It’d just be better if you didn’t know but… But at this point it’s just sad and I wanted you to know I can leave now.” I instantly grew embarrassed and started to turn away, but I felt her hand wrap around my wrist and turn me around. 

“God, it took you long enough. I’ve only been waiting for you to tell me since what? Ninth grade?” She bit her lip and smiled at me. 

“Eighth grade, actually.”

author’s note// OH MY G O D ITS GROSS I HATE IT WHY DO I EVEN WRITE ANYMORE I NEED TO DIE NOT WRITE also i made the y/n a poc cause freaking every imagine is a white hoe and its sickening. cant wait to get triggered messages even tho theres literally oNE sentence about her being a poc!!!!! bye!!!

Strawberries

Pairing:  Tony Stark x Reader

Featuring: none

Words: 1498

Warnings: none I think

Tags: @gingie4life

Request: requested by @gingie4life:

“Hello, would love a Tony Stark reader best friends fic that’s like work husband wife relationship, that maybe turns into something more. Maybe Tony takes the first move kinda deal. Thanks.”

Notes: sorry it took me so long! Uni got me really really busy, probably you already forgot about the request but I hope you like it!

Originally posted by stark-industries

Roller coaster. That was the best way to describe the past year of your life. Somehow, a year ago, Tony Stark itself showed up at the company where you used to work demanding you to work with him. He didn’t even ask. He just told you to do so. At the beginning you weren’t too sure about working with him. He had a name and a reputation behind him so of course it made you hesitate. At the same time, you knew it was the opportunity of your life so that same week you signed your resignation letter and left the job you had been doing for the past five years.

It was a huge step, and huge change. Specially, when you found out you weren’t going to work for Stark Industries, you were going to work for the Avengers. When you first found out about it fear was all you felt as you remembered all the chaos caused in New York and so many other places because of them. Yet, when you thought about it, you saw a chance to make a difference, to make the world a better place. Maybe the caused chaos, but it was their work and it had to be done. Immediately, you signed your contract. Tony had you move there the moment you signed your contract since it was safer. You used to live alone so you didn’t have a single complain about it.

Ever since, the Avengers had become your family and the Avengers Tower had become your home. You loved your work at the lab with Tony. What did you do? Well, you were an engineer so your work was create or improve the team’s weapons and suits. You loved it. And they were so happy with your job and with you. Some of them were sceptical with someone new at the beginning, especially Bucky, but you ended up making your way through him eventually and at that point he was like a big brother to you. An overprotective one, you had to admit. But you loved him and you loved every single one of them.

“Morning Tony” you said walking a Monday morning into the lab with two cups of coffee. “You spent the night here again?” You asked as you saw the rings under his eyes.

“I had to” he said taking the cup you offered. “Thanks, love” he said.

You smiled a little. It had been a time since the pet names between you two became a thing. It started out accidentally but now you were both used to it, and you liked it. It made you feel special somehow.

“You have to sleep, Tony” you said sitting at your usual spot.

“Sleeping is overrated. The sooner I figure this out, the sooner we defeat that freak” Tony sighed.

You had spent a week now trying to figure out how to defeat a guy who could create breaches and move to whenever he wanted. It looked cool, but it became a problem when he suddenly appeared behind anyone on the team and attacked from behind. Not funny.

“And what will happen when you fall asleep while you’re flying?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Unlikely” he replied turning again to the screen.

You shook your head as you watched him work all focused. It was true that you had become close to everyone in the team but it was more with Tony. You had been his protégée from the very first day you started working there. Soon, you had found yourself trusting that man with your problems and fears, with your life and stories. With everything. Eventually, he opened up to you as well. By that time, you two knew each other better than anyone else in the team. You had a special connection that no one else shared.

So you knew better than talking him out of keep on working. He wouldn’t sleep until he found a solution and you knew the only way to get it done was helping him, so you put the coffee down and turned on the computer, opening all the files with the data you had about this guy.

“The world is crazy” you sighed as you read all over the info again.

The morning went by quite fast and before you knew it, your stomach was asking for food so you got up and headed towards the kitchen to make sandwiches for you and Tony. Meanwhile, you thought it would be a good idea to make a milkshake as well so you opened the fridge looking for the strawberries but they were nowhere to be seen. That was weird considering you bought them yesterday.

“Stark” you mumbled and closed the fridge before going back to the lab. “Tony! Where are my strawberries?” You asked the moment you walked into the room.

“3 am cravings. Sorry not sorry” he said not looking up from the screen.

“Couldn’t you just tell me?” You asked crossing your arms.

“I forgot” he shrugged looking at you with a small smile. “Sorry, I’ll buy more later today ok?” He said with an innocent smile. You rolled your eyes and left the lab once again. You knew he wasn’t going to buy any strawberries anytime soon.

Like you had planned, you made a sandwich for each one of you but this time you didn’t put mayo on his, knowing he really really liked his sandwiches with mayo. You put his plate next to him and went back to work.

“(Y/N)?” You looked at Tony when he called your name. He was holding his food. “Where’s the mayo?” He asked.

“12 p.m. craving. Sorry not sorry” you said smirking.

“You ate all the mayo!?” He asked horrified.

“No, but I craved not to put it on your sandwich” you replied trying your best not to laugh.

“But…I love mayonnaise…” he mumbled.

“And I love strawberries” you shrugged before turning to your screen once again.

You knew you were overreacting but it was the only way Tony would actually listen to you. Suddenly, you heard him getting up. When you looked up, you saw him walking out of the lab with the sandwich on his hand. That was weird. You imagined he would be back soon so you just went back to your work.

But it took him longer than expected to come back and when he did he was carrying a big wooden box that was put next to you.

“What the fuck?” You asked as you looked at him.

“I’m sorry” he said uncovering the box.

When you saw what was into the box you started laughing. He had bought a stupid amount of strawberries just for you as an apology. This man had no filter.

“Can I have mayo now?” He asked.

“Did you really buy all these so I would put mayo on your sandwich? Wouldn’t it have been easier go to the kitchen and get some yourself?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe but it tastes better when you do it” he shrugged before going back to his work.

You smiled warmly while you looked at him. He may get on your nerves many times but there were no sweeter man than him in the whole world. With a smile, you took the box and went to the kitchen having no idea what you were supposed with so many strawberries. Probably a cake. Or many milkshakes. For starters, you made another sandwich for Tony, with mayo this time and also a milkshake for each one of you.

“Here” you said going back to the lab. “Extra mayo” you told him with a wink.

He looked at you the whole time until you sat down and even then he didn’t look away from you. Eventually, you forced yourself to look at him since he didn’t stop staring.

“What?” You laughed.

Silently, he got up from his spot and approached you. He kneeled down in front of you so he was at your height, took your face and kissed you slowly, out of nowhere and catching you completely with your guard down. It was true you had feelings for him, it was true the whole team had told you Tony had them too, that you two were already like a couple and sometimes like a married one, but you didn’t believe them. Until that moment which was too short. Soon he pulled away.

“What was that for?” You asked as he went back to his chair.

“I love you” he shrugged typing away. “I thought you knew, I just wanted it to be clear” he added.

Hearing those three words from him made you melt. Slowly, you got up and pushed him away from the computer just to sit on his lap and kiss him again. This time, he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you back.

“What was that for?” He asked when you pulled away. You shrugged smiling.

“I love you too”, you replied.

anonymous asked:

How about a reaction to you "replacing" them with a body pillow for cuddles? Would they be like whiney, bratty, sad in your opinion? Thank you.

sure, thanks for sending in your request! I hope you like it!

BTS REACTING TO YOU “REPLACING” THEM WITH A BODY PILLOW:

Jin:
“Honey I’m home! I brought some foo-”
Jin couldn’t believe his eyes. There you were on the couch, snuggling with a body pillow. To be exact it was a body pillow of your favorite anime character who had no shirt on and had a seductive smile. You were deeply asleep snuggling tightly to your body pillow. Jin angrily stomped into the kitchen and grabbed two pans before returning to the living room. He looked at you once more. He observed your calm beautiful face which was tightly pressed against the face of the anime character. In your sleep you mumbled “[insert Anime Character’s name] Senpai~…”. That was it for Jin. He slammed both pans against each other causing one hell of a noise and yelled “GET UP JAGI. GET UUUUP!” You jumped up and tumbled off the couch onto the floor, your body pillow falling onto the floor next to you. “J-jin? What’s going on?” You sounded really confused since you were. “What’s going on? WHAT’S GOING ON?! YOUR BETRAYAL IS GOING ON!” He grabbed the body pillow and headed to the open window. “I am your body pillow. Understood?” He sassily threw the body pillow out of the window. You gasped. When Jin saw the mix of shock and sadness in your faced he automatically felt guilty. He rushed over to you and grabbed you by your shoulders. He sat down on the couch and pulled you onto his lap. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I just got really jealous. I promise that I’ll make it up to you okay.” You nodded and he peppered little kisses all over your face. The next morning when you woke up Jin wasn’t in bed but instead of him a huge teddy bear with a little sticky note on it “Sorry for yesterday Jagi, this is for you~“.

credits to lotsofkpopgifs

Yoongi:
As always Yoongi was still at the studio even though it was already 2AM. You were sick of waiting for him any longer so you opened up your cabinet and searched through it until you discovered the body pillow you bought not too long ago. You got into bed and snuggled tightly onto it, imagining it was your boyfriend Yoongi who has been neglecting you ever since he started producing songs for the new album. You slept as deep as a baby until you felt the body pillow being yanked out of your grip. “Y-yoongi?” He wrapped his hands tightly around your waist and pulled you against his chest. “By tomorrow I want that body pillow gone. I’m here now and you will never need it again. I promise.” You two fell asleep peacefully, and you felt a thousand times better now that Yoongi was here for you.

Hoseok:
When Hoseok came back from the dance studio to see you cuddled up tightly to a Body Pillow he felt really sad. Why did you even have it? Was he not enough? He started feeling guilty and depressed. His bright smile which he always had faded a little. He left the apartment again and went back to the dance studio. He spent the night there, he practiced and once he couldn’t bring his muscles to move any more he simply slept there. Once he woke up he checked his phone just to see dozens of missed calls and text messages from you. He turned his phone off again and went outside of the dance studio to this café that was right across the street. There he got himself something to eat and a coffee. When he returned to the dance studio he was surprised to see you there. Of course you’d know that you could find him there. “Hobi, is everything okay? You didn’t come home yesterday and I was worried sick.” You ran to him and hugged him as tightly as possible. “You know that I love you so much Hobi, please tell me what’s wrong.” He couldn’t help but smile once he had you in his arms again. He explained to you what he saw and how worried and concerned it made him. Once you two returned to the apartment you got rid of the Body Pillow immediately. It was a gift from a friend, but you didn’t want it anymore now that you knew how it made Hoseok feel.

Namjoon:
Namjoon couldn’t stand having you alone at the apartment the whole day while he was at the studio, so he simply took you with him every time. Since he was always to busy with work you decided to bring a Body Pillow with you so that he could focus on his work and you could still cuddle with someone. You fell asleep on the couch in his studio while cuddling up with the body pillow. “Okay baby, I’m done, let’s go ho-” He saw you tightly asleep while hugging your body pillow tightly. Just then he realized why you most probably did that. He noticed he barely gave you any attention while you were there, and he couldn’t believe that he was slowly growing jealous of a freaking pillow. He went over to you and kissed your forehead which made you wake up. “Are you done Joonie?” “Yes I am baby, Now let’s go home and cuddle. Oh yeah and leave the Body Pillow here please okay thank you.” You could notice the slight saltiness in his voice. The next day when you two went to the studio again the Body Pillow was gone. “Hey baby, come here.~” You went over to him. He tapped on his thighs, signaling you to sit down on his lap which you then did. From that day on he always worked with you sitting on his lap, giving you some kisses here and then to remember you that he loved you and you would never require a Body Pillow again.

credits to keepingupwithbts

Jimin:
As soon as Jimin caught you cuddling up with a body pillow he’d begin whining really loudly waking you up. He would pout and pretend to be sad to make you guilty. “Y/N~ How could youuuuu?~ You make me soooooo sooooo sad oh my god I think I might die of a broken heart. Aigoooo~“ He would go on like that for a very long time until he manages to get you to throw the body pillow away and cuddle up only with him. He loves cuddling up with you so he made a promise to you that you only had to call him and he’d come running to you to cuddle. The rest of that night Jimin cuddled up to you as tight as possible and peppered kisses across your whole body, making you feel loved and forget about the body pillow.

Taehyung:
Taehyung didn’t mind you using the Body Pillow. Not at all. Since once he found out about it he measured it and ordered a cover for it. He was on the cover. That boy legit made it into a Taehyung Body Pillow. Yes he is that extra.

Jungkook:
Jungkook was a little whiny at first. He walked into the bedroom after one of his performances just to see you cuddling up with the body pillow. That’s when he thought of a plan. At first he pretended that he’s cool with it and that he really likes the body pillow. A few days later you walked in on him cuddling with the body pillow. You thought of it kind of weird because he was really clingy to the body pillow and would often even whisper sweet little nothings to it. You decided it’d be the best to get rid of it. You never found out that Jungkook faked it all. That boy would totes pull that off. Don’t mess with Jeon Jungkook, just don’t.

never knew home had a scent (until I stole your sweater)

aka First time moving in together

THIS IS PART OF A SERIES. IT WILL MOST LIKELY MAKE SENSE BY ITSELF BUT JUST A FOREWARNING. 

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

AO3

Cassian x Reader

Words: 2549

Series Summary: Cassian and Reader Firsts – from meeting each other to the first time, first kiss, first fight, first “I love you”, to their (first) last breaths (maybe…that might be too depressing)

Time Cassian and Reader have known each other: 1 year

Chapter: 8/20

Prompt: Anonymous- “firsts” for cassian x reader please?!? (like first date, first kiss, first fight etc) :-))

Author’s notes: I am sorry this is so late! I got home from work and had to finish editing to make sure it was perfect. So yes. Here you go. Also I LOVE MENS CLOTHING IT’S SO COMFY AND BIG AND WONDERFUL ESPECIALLY WHEN IT SMELLS LIKE THEM. Hope you enjoy!


You and Cassian were best friends again. Well best friends who were secretly in love with each other, but best friends nevertheless. Your lives were back to normal. It had been a few months since your fall out and you were stronger than ever.

Everything was going relatively well between the two of you until Kay decided to blow up part of the base, by accident he claimed.


It all began with a sweater. Cassian’s sweater to be exact.

A tiny explosion on base (which was totally Kay’s fault) caused everyone to be thrown out of their respective rooms at three in the morning.

Everyone arrived in the hangar in various states of undress.

Many were wearing robes, some were actually dressed, and a few were in just boxers.

You shuffled out of your room wearing one of Cassian’s sweaters you had “confiscated” a few months ago. It was big on you and hung down below your knees. You had the sleeves rolled numerous times yet they were still long enough to fall over your hands.

“…Is that my sweater?” You heard a soft voice behind you.

Lazily looking down at your outfit you chuckled, “That it is.”

You turned around to face Cassian, “Are those my slippers?”

“Yes. Can I ask why you’re wearing it?”

You tilted your head confused at his statement, “What?”

“The sweater. My sweater. Why are you wearing it?”

You definitely blame your sleepy brain for your next response, “It makes me feel safe.”

After a beat of silence and a slight quirk of Cassian’s mouth, you realized what you had said. Stumbling over your words you frantically spit out, “Nope I didn’t say that. Ignore that.”

Cassian smile took up his whole face. He looked you up and down before his eyes widened, “Wait.  Isn’t that the sweater I was looking for months ago?”

“Well…”

“Y/N!” Cassian exclaimed, “I asked you for weeks what happened to it! I can’t believe you had it all this time. Have you taken anything else I’ve been looking for?!”

You scoffed, lightly blushing, “What no of course not why would I ever do that….?”

Lies. You always wore his clothes. His shirts to bed. His pants during cold days. His sweatshirts. You loved his shirts and sweaters the best. They smelled like him. They made you feel safe. You loved being able to cuddle up at night tucked in something that reminded you of him. You loved falling asleep surrounded by his scent. Especially if you were feeling particularly down or sad, his scent would wrap you in a cocoon of safety until you relaxed.

Before Cassian could comment at your clearly ridiculous response you heard your name screamed.

“Y/N! Cassian! Did you hear me? You’re rooming together. Alright everyone get to bed you have jobs to do in the morning.”

You looked at Cassian in confusion, “Wait rooming together?”


It turns out that the explosion, the one Kay had definitely caused, had knocked out the heat and power in half the rooms on base. Thus General Draven had to assign everybody rooms to double up on.

And who did you end up with? Cassian. Because of course you did. 

You weren’t as freaked as you thought you were going to be. You and Cassian had practically shared each other’s rooms for the past year, just not officially. Both of your closets were filled with each other’s clothes. Your books were on his nightstand. His mission reports were on your desk. You would have to run to his room early in the morning when you realized you had left something there. And Cassian would come knocking late at night asking for something as he left on a mission.

As you straightened up your room making space for Cassian, your heart was beating out of your chest. You laid on the bed your brain racing. You weren’t sure if this was going to end well, but you really didn’t have a choice in the matter. Would you be able to live with Cassian feeling the way you were feeling? Cassian and you still hadn’t had that dreaded conversation about your kiss all those months ago. You had both been putting it off for obvious reasons.

You didn’t want to fuck up your friendship.

Breaking you out of your thoughts, Cassian came stumbling through the door. He was lugging only one bag.

“I think the rest of my stuff is already here?”

You smiled pointing toward the closet.  


To say Cassian was ecstatic to be moving into your room was an understatement. He had been waiting for a moment like this. He had been sitting on his feelings for so long he was ready to do something about them. He just didn’t know how. But now that he was here in your room, a room that was the closest thing to home he had ever known. He knew he was ready. Moving into your room had given him the chance he needed to tell you how he really felt.

The second he entered your room he felt a sweeping warmth of love. You lay, still wearing his shirt, curled up on your bed. The second your eyes met his, your face lit up into the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. Dropping his bag, he quickly joined you on the bed, snuggling into your covers and breathing in your scent.


“So you clearly always wear my clothes to bed.” Cassian said. Your eyes were closed, but you could just hear the smirk on his face. 

You propped yourself up on one arm and rolled over to face him. “What would make you think that?”

“Oh I don’t know. Maybe it’s my rebel spy skills. Maybe I’m a genius. Or maybe it’s because there’s a huge pile of my clothes in your laundry bin. So you’re going to wear my sweater tonight?”

“Yes. Problem?”

“Nope. No problem. Good night Y/N.” Cassian said reaching out to brush your hair back from your face.

You smiled leaning into his hand, “Goodnight Cassian.”


Living with Cassian was easy. You complimented each other perfectly. You showered at night. He would shower in the morning. He would leave the book he was reading open on the table. And you would make sure to mark his page so he wouldn’t lose his place. You would fall asleep at your desk working late at night on mission reports. And Cassian would make sure to carry and tuck you into bed.

You thought it would be weird. But it wasn’t. You were fine with sharing a bed, because you had done it so frequently over the past year.

There was the tiny problem that you were head over heels in love with him. But you set a rule for yourself to curb that issue.

That rule prohibited you from cuddling with him.

However, clearly your subconscious had different ideas. You made sure not to act on your feelings when you were awake, but somehow you subconscious thought that was stupid.

Every morning you would wake up tangled with Cassian. Sometimes on top of him. Sometimes facing him. Sometimes facing away from him with his arm over your waist. And it was the best sleep you ever had. Nothing was better than having someone you loved sleeping next to you.

Because of this you would try to move yourself as far away from possible from Cassian. But it seemed the further you moved away, the closer you would end up to him.


Cassian noticed the day after he moved in that you had stopped wearing his clothes. He tried to get you to wear something, but you would ignore him. He would even purposefully leave out a shirt that you could wear, but you never touched it. As the days passed you still refused to wear anything of his.

He could tell you missed wearing them.

However, he didn’t plan on saying anything until one night he came home late to find you sleeping restlessly in bed. You tossed and turned and pulled at your shirt.

So the next night when he came home, he handed you one of his shirts and got into bed.

However, instead of putting it on, you dropped it and climbed into bed right next to him.

You decided that fighting yourself wasn’t the right thing to do. So you gave in.

You turned to face him and snuggled into his side, breathing him in.

His arm fell around your body and pulled you in closer.

He slowly stroked your back and you were asleep within a few minutes.

You had something better than Cassian’s clothes. You had Cassian himself.


You would wake up every morning before him. You would lie there just staring at him for a few seconds before having to forcefully drag yourself away from his body. Sometimes if you were brave enough you would run your hand across his face or through his hair. However, you always gave him a kiss on the forehead before you quickly scurried out of the room.

Little did you know that Cassian was awake every morning. The second you left he would open his eyes and smile.


Though rooming together was perfect, along with all the wonderful memories came the more… unusual ones.

Cassian and you quickly made a pact to never tell anybody what crazy things happened in your room.

Unusual occurrence #1:

You had a strange habit of going out of your way to do things.

So when you approached the problem of getting something off the top of the shelf in your bedroom you didn’t do it the normal way. 

You decided to do something you had only ever done once in your life.

After stomping over to the training room, you entered the air vent on the far side. A short climb later and the vent dropped you off right into your room, above your shelf.

Hanging halfway out of the vent to grab what you needed from the top of your shelf, you flinched when the door to your room opened.

You slipped slightly, “Fuck.”

You heard a sigh, “I thought we were done with air vents Y/N. Didn’t you learn your lesson last time you got stuck?”

“Bite me.” You growled, grabbing what you needed and climbing back into the vent.

You swore you heard Cassian mumbling, “gladly”, but you had to have been mistaken.


Unusual Occurrence #2:

You usually weren’t in your room during the day. You typically had a shit ton of work to do around the base either in the intelligence center or the hangar.

But somehow you had found yourself going back to your room in the middle of the afternoon.

You were exhausted. You hadn’t slept well last night. You were worried General Draven was keeping something important from you. So you decided to pack up early and go back to your room for a mid afternoon nap.

However, when you opened the door you froze.

What?

There was Cassian. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing a guitar and singing to a group of happily beeping droids.

His head shot up and he abruptly stopped playing. The droids beeped angrily and rolled toward you aggressively pushing you out of the door.

“Um….I guess I’ll come back later?”


Unusual occurrence #3:

Cassian was proud to say that he had never been truly surprised by anything you had done. And you had done a lot of weird shit.

That all ended the day he walked in on you dressed in a poofy sleeved princess wedding dress looking positively miserable.

Your arms were crossed and you were scowling at the woman who was flittering around you like an excited chicken.

“Beautiful!” The woman exclaimed in a thick accent. She pulled your arms down, but you quickly crossed them again, “No!” She scolded.

You pouted and the woman turned around, catching sight of Cassian standing frozen in the door, “Husband?”

Cassian saw you freeze and then slowly turn to face him. Your face was devoid of color and your mouth wide open.

“Yes?” Cassian asked, just as you screamed, “No!”

The woman tsked, “I see. I shall leave you.” And then she was gone.

Cassian opened his mouth, but you beat him to it.

“Don’t say a fucking word.”

Cassian nodded and then backed slowly out of the room.


Unusual occurrence #4:

After walking in on Cassian singing to a group of droids you didn’t think it could get any weirder than that.

You were wrong.

Nothing beat the night you came home to find Cassian sitting on the floor wearing one of your shirts. Though that wasn’t even the weirdest part. Kay was blow drying his hair.

The shirt was so tight on him you didn’t know how he could even move.

Before you could even ask, Cassian cut you off.

“All my shirts are wet?” He said shrugging confidently.

“But why is Kay blow drying your hair?”

Cassian looked guilty, “I may have exploded the washing machine?”

Kay began shooing you out the door by blasting you with blow dryer, “But wait! That doesn’t explain why Kay is blowing drying your hair?”


A few weeks later the base was back to normal and everyone began moving back to their own rooms.

Everyone but Cassian, that is. 

Cassian was nervous. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to continue living with you. So he decided that he would just act like he didn’t know he was supposed to move back. He still hadn’t made a move so he had to stay.

A day passed. Cassian was still there. A week passed. He was still there.

It was weeks later.

Everybody had already moved back into their rooms, but Cassian was still in yours.

He didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

And you didn’t care.


A week later you walked into the room to see Cassian standing next to two packed bags.

“You- um… you don’t have to leave. “ You said.

Cassian smiled, “I know.”

Your brows furrowed glancing down at his bags.

“I’m going on a mission. I’ll be back next week.”

“Oh. Right. I’ll see you soon?”

He nodded and you stepped forward pulling him into a hug. He buried his face in your hair, holding onto you tight.

And then he was gone.

The next few days were torture. Sleeping without Cassian for the first time in weeks was horrible. You had gotten so used to his warmth that your bed felt cold and empty without him.

Even wearing his shirts wasn’t working. 

However, you didn’t have long to deal with it, because a few days later Draven called you in for a new mission.

A big mission.

An undercover mission.

Five months?!” You exclaimed staring at Draven in disbelief.

Draven nodded, “You have two hours and then you’re gone.”

You left the room in shock. A five-month mission. And Cassian wasn’t even on base. You couldn’t say goodbye. You wouldn’t see him for five months. Five months.

You thought back to your last moment with him. His arms tight around you. Your face buried into his chest. You held onto that moment as you packed up your ship and headed off on your mission, your chest tight with anticipation and longing.


Tagged: @ly–canthrope @misswinchester221b @heyjess-marie

Next up: how can I live without you (when it makes me feel as if I lost a part of myself) aka First time separated for 5 months

PART 9

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The scrub club + v + saeran reacts to MC having self harm scars and she's kind of ashamed to have them? Sorry if this is a little angsty haha ❤️❤️❤️

Note: Don’t know why I’m only in the mood to write angst but hey-ho. I’ll tag this so people can read it if they want because this will obviously have triggering themes. But, anyway I hope you enjoy and this is probably all I’ll be able to post for a while.

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Liam- As Long As You’re There

Request-  hi I love your writing!could you write a Liam one where the reader is tutoring him and she’s like really shy and awkward but she likes him a lot and Liam is super oblivious to it so she asks Lydia to help her be like more appealing to him but when she shows up all made up he makes a weird comment so she gets sad and runs away and then someone tells him he’s dumb and she likes him so he goes to her and tells her he liked her just the way she was before her makeover and it’s all cute and stuff?

A/N- Last imagine in the ask! I’ll be opening it up soon.

You stood in front of the stained bathroom mirror, quickly combing through your hair with your fingers. Maybe it was a little ridiculous to be worrying about your appearance when all you were doing was tutoring someone, but today was different. Liam made you worry, because between all the joking and the laughing and the algebra, you realized that he wasn’t just a dumb lacrosse player.
He was sweet, and unlike some of the other kids you were assigned to help, he actually treated you like a human being, and not some smart freak. Maybe you didn’t care so much about makeup or fashion. Those just hadn’t been your priorities, but you figured the kind of girls Liam dated weren’t exactly the kind that cared about grades and extracurriculars that weren’t cheerleading.
That’s stupid, you suddenly thought. I barely even know him and I’m already judging his taste in girls.
You shook off the thought, telling yourself you shouldn’t assume anything about him, and went back to brushing your hair out of your face.
“Now who are you trying to look pretty for?”
You jumped at the voice, and glanced back to find Lydia Martin leaning against the wall behind you. You blushed furiously, and stood up a little straighter. You hadn’t even noticed her in the mirror.
She was a teacher’s assistant for your English class, and one of the only people you even talked to. The problem with being the weird smart kid was that when you took a regular class to get a break, everyone treated you like you had some kind of disease. The only moments when you weren’t contagious just happened to be when someone needed to copy a homework assignment.
Lydia had been your saving grace throughout that class, and while you were grateful to her, she still kind of scared you.
“No one,” you lied quickly. “I’m just-”
Lydia rolled her eyes, causing you to pause. She peeled herself away from her post on the wall and walked toward you, pursing her glossed lips. “Y/n, it’s okay to want to look pretty for someone. It doesn’t make you any less intelligent.”
“No, I-I know. I just…”
You sighed and looked back at yourself in the mirror. “He’d never feel the same way.”
“Does this he just happen to be Liam?”
You flushed, and had the lovely opportunity to watch yourself turn beet red in the mirror. “How’d you know?”
“You tutor him on Wednesdays and Fridays don’t you?” she asked. “Besides, I see the way you look at him. Total heart eyes.”
“But he’s so popular,” you protested. “And I’m just…I’m not.”
“That doesn’t matter at all,” Lydia told you firmly. “Take it from someone who learned the hard way. If you like him, and he likes you, nothing else counts. It took me way too long to realize that, and I don’t want you missing out.”
“But that’s only  if he even likes me back.”
“I think you’d be surprised just how much he likes you. In my opinion, Liam just hasn’t learned the art of being proactive.”
“So what do I do?”
“You be the proactive one,” she began, but when she saw your frightened face, she rolled her eyes. “Or you do something that turns him into the proactive one.”
“Like what?”
Lydia sighed. “I don’t know, Y/n. Maybe make him jealous?”
“Jealous?” you repeated. “Lydia, have you seen me with guys? What about…what about a makeover?”
“A makeover?” she asked with a frown.
“Yeah!” you told her. “You’re amazing with makeup. You could make me beautiful.”
“Y/n,” she said, her face softening. “You are beautiful.”
“But not Liam’s kind of beautiful,” you pressed.
“Y/n, if that’s not who you are-”
“It’s who I can be,” you cut her off. “I mean, I have potential, right?”
She sighed once more. “You have loads of potential. More than you think, but I just-”
“Please,” you begged. “Please, Lydia. This might be the only way to get his attention.”
She pursed her lips and stared at your face for a while, taking in your serious expression. “Fine…but I’m only doing this to prove that he’d like you with or without the makeup.”
“Okay, whatever,” you agreed. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t thank me yet. How about Friday morning? I can pick you up and do your makeup before school.”
“Yes!” you breathed. “That’s perfect.”
“Good, now get to the library. You don’t want to be late to meet Liam do you?”
You froze, and quickly pulled your phone from the pocket of your jeans. You cursed when you looked at the time, and quickly rushed out of the bathroom.
“Thanks, Lydia!” you called, sparing her one last glance before you rushed out of the bathroom.
She watched you go with a tiny frown, hoping she wasn’t making a mistake by helping you out with this. Makeup and fashion weren’t everything, and she certainly didn’t condone transforming yourself for a guy. She knew Liam was on the lacrosse team, and she knew you didn’t think you were his type, but she also knew that he didn’t really care about that. She just hoped that you’d get the picture before you turned into someone you weren’t.
Outside of the bathroom, you rushed back down the hall to the library. When you pushed open the doors, Liam was already sitting at your usual table, scanning his algebra textbook and frowning.
You hurried over and slipped into your usual seat, causing him to raise his eyebrows at your haste. “Hey, sorry I’m late!”
Liam smiled. “Y/n, you’re only five minutes late.”
“Still,” you continued. “You look like you’re having trouble.”
He shrugged, casting his blue eyes down toward the book. “A little. Mr. Bryant didn’t finish the lesson, so he told us to look in the book, but I don’t understand how any of that has to do with what he taught us.”
“Hm,” you said, leaning over the table to take a closer look.
You rose to your feet and walked over to stand beside him, examining the page before you. “Notes?”
“Oh yeah,” he said, pulling a handful of crumpled papers from his backpack.
You stared at them with pursed lips, and then looked back at Liam. “What?”
“Nothing,” you told him with a smile, smoothing them out on the edge of the table and then placing them beside his textbook.
You leaned in to take a closer look, and Liam was all too aware of how close your shoulder was to his. The scent of your shampoo filled the space around him, like coconut and vanilla, and he fought the urge to lean in closer.
“Okay, so it looks like it’s the same thing,” you began to explain. “And they only call it something different. It’s the same technique. Do you want me to show you?”
You looked over at Liam, and while he was looking at you, he didn’t seem to hear you.
“Liam?”
“What?” he asked, his face going bright red at the fact you had caught him staring.
“Do you want me to show you?” you repeated.
“Oh, uh, no…no I think I got it. It’s just the same technique, right?”
“Yeah,” you told him slowly, almost sure that he hadn’t been listening. “So you’ve got it from here?”
He nodded. “Yeah. But I think you should stick around, just in case I need more help with the homework.”
You shrugged and went back over to sit in your normal seat. “That’s what I’m here for.”
Liam frowned. “So, uh, are you doing anything fun this weekend?”
“Nope, not really,” you told him, rooting through your bag. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting started on your homework?”
Liam swallowed, and quickly glanced away. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”
You looked back up at him, but he was diligently working through the worksheet on the table. You frowned slightly, realizing that maybe you had said the wrong thing, but you didn’t know what to say to remedy the situation.
You cursed yourself for being so oblivious, and it occurred to you that Liam might have been trying to show some interest. It didn’t matter, you decided, because on Friday, Lydia would make you look so amazing that you wouldn’t be able to do anything to mess it up.

“Pout your lips,” Lydia ordered as you sat in the parking lot. “More…okay, there you go.”
You were sitting in the backseat of Lydia’s Toyota, perched on the seat as she brushed, curled, and painted what she claimed to be a masterpiece. Your stomach was twisting with excitement, and maybe a little something else, because while you trusted her, this was totally new to you.
“You can look,” she informed you, pulling a mirror out of her purse and holding it up to you.
“Woah.”
A soft gasp left your throat as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. The girl before you looked alien, foreign, and even though she was you, it seemed as if she was an entirely different person. You trailed your fingers along the intricate fishtail braid Lydia had woven your hair into, and smiled.
“Lydia, you made me look gorgeous.”
She shot you a look. “You always look good, Y/n. It’s just enhanced now.”
You closed the mirror and shot her a look, but your lips were wobbly from keeping your smile in check. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Now all you have to do is wow Liam…though it’s not like he isn’t already.”
You smiled and grabbed your bag, then reached out to open the door, shooting her one last glance. “You’re my hero, Lydia.”
“Go be your own hero,” she promptly told you, before rolling her eyes once more.
You grinned as you headed toward the school, ready to do exactly what she said.

You were rifling through your bag when Liam walked into the library later that day, trying to find some of your algebra notes. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you fumbled with the zipper, and it took you so long that by the time you finally got the bag closed, you had already heard the grating of chair legs on the floor.
“Y/n?” Liam asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at your ducked head.
“Yeah?” you asked, picking your head up.
Instead of replying, his mouth fell open and he let out a sort of choking noise. His blue eyes were wide with surprise, and you smiled at him. “Do I look good?”
“You…you definitely look different,” he told you, his voice strained.
You frowned. “Lydia did it this morning. I thought…you don’t think it looks good?”
“It’s just so…it’s so weird,” he said thoughtfully.
He came around the other side of the table and reached out to touch the end of your braid. “I mean, you just don’t look like…you. That’s all.”
Your heart began to sink in your chest, dragging all your self confidence down with it. You had been so sure that Liam would love the makeup and the hair, but now, as he stared at you with a frown on his face, it occurred to you that maybe no amount of makeup would ever make him feel the way you dreamed he would.
“You’re right,” you muttered, rising from your seat and grabbing your things. “It’s stupid. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”
Liam blinked those baby blue eyes in confusion, and you just couldn’t stand them on you anymore. You turned away, walking as quickly as you could toward the doors and trying to fight the tears about to fall.
“Y/n, wait!” Liam called, but you burst out of the library before he could decide what to do, and soon all he could see was your back through the small windows in the doors.
You bitterly wiped your cheek, hating the fact that you were crying over a boy, but you couldn’t help it. Maybe this is why Lydia didn’t want to do it in the first place, you thought angrily. Maybe she knew and didn’t want to get my hopes up.
You darted into the bathroom, not even caring enough to glance around and make sure the coast was clear. You simply let your backpack fall to the ground, and rushed into one of the empty stalls. After you locked the door, you finally let yourself cry without holding back.
Tears dripped onto your cheeks as you cursed yourself for being so silly, and so naive. How could you think that some mascara and a braid would make a boy fall in love with you?
A knock on the door of your stall suddenly startled you, causing you to pause your sniffling.
“It’s taken,” you called out, your voice already hoarse.
“I know that,” a sharp voice informed you. “Why else would I be knocking on a stall when there are three empty ones right near me?”
You blinked, and straightened up. “Lydia?”
“Open up.”
You stood up and reached for the lock,only to slightly crack the door. You were met with one green eye peeking into the stall, and part of an eyebrow that you knew was arched.
“What do you want?”
“What do you think?”
“He hated it, Lydia.”
She rolled her eyes. “Did he say he hated it?”
“Well…no,” you said hesitantly. “But you were in the library. You heard him. He said it was weird.”
“It is weird,” she countered. “The definition of weird is something uncanny or out of place. You don’t normally wear makeup, so yeah I’d say it’s weird. That doesn’t always equal bad.”
“It does to me,” you muttered.
“Then maybe you should change the way you think,” Lydia fired. “Y/n, how can you expect someone to love you if you don’t love yourself? I guarantee you that Liam is into you. The only reason I didn’t want to give you a makeover was because I didn’t want you thinking you needed something else to make him like you.”
“Well he clearly doesn’t like me at all.”
“Bullshit,” she breathed, giving an exasperated sigh.
She reached forward and shoved open the door of the stall, causing you to stumble back in shock. “Lydia-”
“Listen to me,” she ordered, staring straight into your eyes. “Love is not about looking a certain way, or being something you’re not. Love is about seeing a person for who they are, for what they are, and knowing that whatever that is, being with it everyday makes you happy. And if you keep trying to fight who you are, you might be fighting someone who’s going to give that to you.”
You pursed your lips. “What do I do? I just…I stormed out on him.”
“Go back there and talk to him,” she suggested, staring at you like it was obvious. “Besides, he might not be as far as you think.”
“What?” you asked, but she gave no response other than the raise of her eyebrows. “Fine.”
You grabbed your bag from the floor and headed out of the bathroom, but you barely made it two feet before you almost slammed right into Liam himself. You took a step back and glanced up at him, not having a clue what to say. Luckily, you didn’t have to say anything.
“I never meant to hurt your feelings,” he blurted. “I mean, you look good in the makeup. Really good. I was just surprised, cause I’ve never seen you look like that.”
“Yeah,” you said slowly.
“And, don’t get me wrong, I liked you before. I really liked you…and I still like you.”
“You like me?” you repeated softly.
He nodded. “As more than my tutor. A lot more. I was trying to ask you out last time I saw you…but you didn’t seem interested.”
“No!” you blurted out. “Liam I-I was distracted. I was so worried about this makeover, and I thought you would like it.”
“Y/n,” he said softly. “I’ll like you no matter what.”
“Yeah?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he promised. “So maybe, instead of you tutoring me today, maybe I could take you out?”
You grinned. “Yeah. Yeah that’d be great.”
“And you can look however you want,” he assured you. “Makeup, no makeup, whatever. As long as you’re there, I don’t care.”
A light blush covered your cheeks. “Okay.”
Liam broke into a wide grin, and he held out a hand that you gladly took. His fingers were warm in yours, and slightly sweaty, but you didn’t care that he was nervous. You let him lead you down the hall, and after a few moments, he spoke.
“You look really beautiful by the way.”
They were the words you had been waiting to hear all day, and while you were flattered, they didn’t seem to matter so much anymore.
“Thanks Liam,” you said with a grin. “I just don’t think it’s me.”
He shrugged. “You’d still be beautiful if you took it off.”
You smiled to yourself as you followed him out to the parking lot, thinking that you would have to thank Lydia later. Not only had she been right all along, but she insisted on helping you figure out what mattered when you were too stubborn to face it.
In the end, you still had Liam, and you knew now that he didn’t care about hair, or makeup, or clothes. He simply cared about you, and he always had, and nothing as trivial as that was going to change it.

part 1 of: i love this fandom and you guys make me emotional

Everyone is being so sweet and adorable and emotional today and I just felt like I should add my valentine’s sugar to it too. 

I got this blog almost two years ago, not coincidentally when I moved to Texas with just my boyfriend, from Florida from where I had spent my entire life in. I was very alone and since I’m not the coolest of cats, making friends has been…extremely difficult lol.

But getting this blog, and joining this fandom, I’ve really found myself looking forward to come home and see who’s posting on the dash, see who’s chosen to grace me with their follow, or who’s left me a tumblr message (remember, before the IM system haha).

@sinuyasha and @inukag were the first people to welcome me and reblog my writing and just became my overall points of contact for anything fandom related. I felt accepted and wanted and this was the only corner of the entire internet I could really call home. I can’t thank them enough for always being genuine and kind and beautifully forgiving ladies. On top of the fact they’re funny and gorgeous so I really lucked out befriending them. I owe my entire blog to them, and my activity, and my heart.

Later on I’d come to meet my squad, @kristicles @thequeenwillruletheboard @narkik @mirsan and @ohstarfire, and grow an overwhelmingly wonderful bond. I mean dudes, we went to Disney AND Universal Studios together. I’m pretty much married to them. (Which does mean you guys have to give me half your shit in case of divorce). I’m keeping it short for ya’ll cause I don’t care about you at all (I would set fire to myself if you thought for one second that was true). You are my people. You are my shots of whiskey in the dark. 

To the fandom:

I really would have never expected to feel love radiating from some of you towards me. I feel in my heart I don’t even deserve it. I have done nothing (or everything wrong). And you guys posting your fics and your art, and your edits, and all you’re LOVE and you’re FRIENDSHIP, it holds no value because it is PRICELESS. But I feel it towards all of you. I get it. It’s weird it’s unheard of maybe for a small anime fandom, but I FEEL IT. I love you guys. I would never want a single one of you to leave, or if you do have to leave, just please stay in touch. Please keep updating your fanfiction.nets, please keep updating your artwork online when finished, I just…

If you’ve been in this fandom for the past year, you get it. And it almost feels like we’ve all collectively been through some drama here and there together. I’ve made mistakes, I regret getting involved in things all the time, but I appreciate every single one of you who hasn’t deleted me from their life. I appreciate how I can still turn around and count on you guys to be there for me. And I will always be there for you. I love that after a giant cloud of darkness shrouded us, freaking @inuyashapositivity pops up like a ray of sunshine. We are an amazing incredible wonderful fandom and we are loud and vibrant and beautiful. 

@onikik, @little-known-artist @wreathoflaurels, @arnavsinghraizada, @gobodosama, @artistefish @meselfandwhy, @inuijiness @starzki@scribefigaro @smilebomber @kaze-ranna @412rebelled @hanmajoerin @ashcanvas (SHHHH…ASHLEY I DIDN’T JUST ADD YOU THIS MORNING BECAUSE I HAD A BRAIN FART LAST NIGHT…ILY) you guys have seen me at my worst and for some inexpiable reason you’re still my friends and I respect and admire you so so much. I really can’t put into words properly, but my respect for you is something that can and will never vanish. I consider you guys a huge reason why I enjoy the Inuyasha fandom as much as I do. I’m comfortable around you guys and I hope you feel the same way around me. I love you guys, and I would do anything for you. I’d end someone’s life for you. I’d jump into battle for you. I’d throw all my money at your face if I knew it would make you happy. Thank you for being my friends. Really. You are my inner-circle, and without you, I am just a square. 


I’ve met some new people in the past year, who maybe I don’t talk to but I feel like I’ve gotten to know more simply through the small interactions we have, and whom I’m so so so happy joined tumblr to grace us with their content, their presence, and their overall humor and love and joy. 

@grapefruitwannabe, I remember I was in a stream with you and someone was urging you to post your sketches and you were reluctant about it, and god now look at you. Your art is incredible. It’s unique, it has a style, it has movement. You give a tremendous amount to the fandom and you never ask for anything in return. You are so nice too? You know how rare it is to find kind people who are just the sweetest creatures ever? You are a precious cupcake too good for this earth, and we so blessed to have you. 

@sess-kik I knew from the moment you made the taylor swift/kanye west meme, that I regretted not being considered one of your friends. You are fucking oustanding. You are hilarious. You make my ribs hurt. You are like a baby beyonce. I mean that. Picture yourself as beyonce’s’ child because that’s how I view you. 

@justafewsmallsteps you know what’s crazy is that I followed and admired you from afar for so so so long. I am a huge fan. I mean. HUGE. I mean, ridiculously huge. I mean I may have printed out your art and have it stored in my cabinet so I can look at sometimes because I was that (maybe i still am idk) obsessed with your work, and to find out you are a shining ball of sunlight and positivity and love and friendliness. You know…what that feels like ? It’s like meeting a Disney Princess in real life. 

@coquinespike HAHA LOOK SOMEONE TAGGED YOU AGAIN. I’M SORRY. Listen I actually always see you in my notes. I always read your tags cause they’re fucking hilarious. Your comments on things are A+. I don’t know why I didn’t start following you sooner. I am an idiot, what else is new. Cheers to the future.

@keichanz what took you so long to join tumblr, i keep asking myself this question. EVERYONE KNOWS THE KEIZ FROM FF.NET. You are always supporting InuKag and the fandom and there’s a lot of bloggers that I know would not be the same without your presence. I see names all the time that were just quiet little daisies, and you watered those plants and now look at them. You’ve inspired so many people, and you are always just so generous and so loving. Thank you for writing, thank you for participating in events, thank you for being the oil in the inukag gears. Quite literally. 

@lovely-taijiya GABY. DID YOU KNOW THAT I THINK ABOUT YOU ALMOST EVERY DAY. Okay well. Now you do. I get so happy when I see your art on my dash. I get full of butterflies and good feelings. If you were around I would hug you constantly and hold you close to my heart, because you deserve unnerving amounts of love. 

@kag-san you are a gift granted to us by the gods. you are an angel. you are a walking living breathing version of the virgin mary and I would weep at your feet if i could because I think you deserve everything in life and more. Trust me when I say the people who ship things, make me ship things harder. And this candle for KagSan is now a torch and it’s setting my house on fire but I couldn’t be happier. 

@piggy-in-pink you are like Sesshomaru. And by that I mean you are silent and we may cross paths and look at each other and I would be totally fine with you killing me because I admire you just that much. But no honestly, you are wise and clever and I love your work and your existence a lot. Thanks for never changing your url also, it makes life so much easier. (TAKE NOTES PEOPLE)

@mmhinman I remember the first time I went to your blog. You submitted a bunch of wonderful art for InuKag week late, and it blew my mind. I couldn’t believe someone would submit SO LATE but also have it be SO QUALITY. Haha. Your art brings me life, and I can’t thank my lucky stars enough that fate pushed you my way and onto my dash. Thank you thank you thank you. 

@macabre-and-cheese you know that really cool girl in the lunch room who sits with her posse, and is immensely more awesome than you and dates all the attractive people, and knows all the cool songs and she could say “frosty” once and it becomes a meme catchphrase, okay yeah, you know that person? that’s you. on my dash. that’s you. I’m always like “if i reblog this onto my personal, my personal blog gets that much cooler” and I think I have 80 followers on my personal blog now and I owe that all to your and your coolness i swear to god I do. 

@kago-make-dean-some-pie YOUR URL IS SO LONG. EXPLAIN IT TO ME. I love that I’ve gotten to know you better and your AMVs are the bomb dot com. You are so willing to make others feel amazing and wonderful and I hope you feel that way every single day of your life. You are so down to earth and I love you very much.

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chenle confessINg

Originally posted by 1aeil


wow looking back at this i rly got carried away :”))))). i love china line so much thank you for requesting this hunty xoxo :-))) i hope you enjoy!!! - admin amy


- ok so you how you met chenle

- in english class you had to go into groups for a project

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no greater gift || cody christian

description: in which, one christmas in particular, the course of your lives are changed entirely

warnings: none

notes: this wasn’t requested, but it’s something i’ve had on my mind for a few weeks now, and finally got around to writing. it’s also my first christmas imagine of the season.  i may possibly do a part two, though i doubt it. you never know!!

There was no doubt in your mind that Christmas was your absolute favorite time of the year. Ever since you were a little girl, you’d adored the season and held it very dear to your heart. 

This Christmas in particular was even more special and meaningful than all the rest. It was your first Christmas in your brand new house, the house you and Cody had worked so long and hard to finally get. 

It was your dream home, and you could hardly believe that you’d been blessed enough to be able to buy it. You felt like the luckiest person, and being able to share such a thing with someone you loved like no other made it all the more wonderful. 

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I’ve never loved someone (as much as I love you)

aka First Platonic “I Love You”

Originally posted by kyloshipsreylo

THIS IS PART OF A SERIES. IT WILL MOST LIKELY MAKE SENSE BY ITSELF BUT JUST A FOREWARNING.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

AO3

Cassian x Reader

Words: 1932

Series Summary: Cassian and Reader Firsts – from meeting each other to the first time, first kiss, first fight, first “I love you”, to their (first) last breaths (maybe…that might be too depressing)

Time Cassian and Reader have known each other: 7 months

Prompt: Anonymous- “firsts” for cassian x reader please?!? (like first date, first kiss, first fight etc) :-))

Chapter: 5/20

Author’s notes: Always say I LOVE YOU to your friends. My best friend and I say it everyday :D Hope you enjoy!!!!


It had been rough since your return. You had severe flashbacks from your past mission that caused you to constantly feel on edge. Though your time with the rebellion’s psychiatrist helped you were still skittish around others. Because of this your first few weeks back were spent avoiding others. You’d camp out in your room during busy times. You’d eat in the mess hall after hours (thanks Alfi for the food). And you’d immediately turn on heel when you saw someone walking toward you.

Loud noises would startle you and you didn’t like people near you. A gentle brush against your arm would send you hurtling into a defensive position against the wall.

The only person you were okay around was Cassian. He would be a comfort next to you.

He would sit with you in your room when you didn’t feel comfortable leaving. When you walked through the hallway you would feel his warm hand on your back, anchoring you to the ground. He would consciously place himself between you and other people and glare at anyone who was coming too close. He became your shadow in more than one way.

As the weeks passed you were surprised that you didn’t get called for any missions. You were beginning to get antsy. You would ask your supervisor over and over when your next mission was; however, you were always sent away. General Draven finally informed you that you were grounded for the foreseeable future.

To say you took that badly would be an understatement. General Draven still hadn’t regained full hearing in his right ear.

It wasn’t till a week after being grounded (1 month after you had returned) that the rebellion realized they had no one like you. You had somehow become their only bounty hunter. You were one of a kind. The rebellion had never had an issue finding stranded and missing rebels, because you were always there. But now that you were grounded, they had no body. Because of this Draven decided that the new recruits that had just landed would be trained. By you

After the first day of training you were ready to give up.

“They’re incompetent, Cassian. Positively incompetent” You groaned falling back dramatically onto his bed.

“They have no idea how anything works. Marcus couldn’t even hit the target from five feet away, Liana took an hour to pick a lock, and don’t even get me started on Tibbeo, I swear that boy couldn’t replace a light bulb if I asked.”

You looked over to the silent Cassian, bent over his desk scrubbing away on his data pad.

Casssssssian. Stop ignoring me.” You whined.

Cassian snorted, “Now I know how you feel dealing with those bratty children.”

“You shit.” You gasped, taking off your shoe and lobbing it at his head. 

Without even looking he dodged it and looked back at you over his shoulder giving you a loving smirk.


After two months of torture with the thoroughly incompetent children, okay maybe some of them weren’t

that

bad, you were finally assigned on your next mission. Draven ordered you to take along one of your trainees. You took your top student obviously (though that didn’t mean much). She was decent at fighting and flirting. However, her skills at interrogation and stealth were pretty much non-existent. Her voice squeaked when she would try to yell and one time she knocked over four trashcans, two racks of equipment, and smashed a chair when trying to be “stealthy”.


To say that you were nervous would be an understatement. It wasn’t just that you would have to keep an eye on another living breathing person, but you were worried about getting back out there. Though you had been begging to go back on missions, now you weren’t sure you were ready. Cassian promised that you would be fine and that he would check in on you. And if anything went wrong he would be there in a heartbeat, rules be damned.

After you landed the tension flowed out of your body. You were back in your element. You had nothing to worry about.

The mission began relatively normal. It wasn’t meant to be a difficult one. You just had to locate a stranded rebellion and bring him home. He wasn’t even on an imperial occupied planet. The probability something would happen was slim to none.

What happened next was a freak occurrence. You swear that even if there had been a sign you wouldn’t have seen it.

You’re not really sure what happened, but long story short you got shot. 

It was a scratch.

“That is so not a scratch!” Mila screeched yanking you up off the ground.

After taking care of the problem (yes Mila sometimes you have to “take” care of imperial agents) and finding your rebel, who thankfully was being held by those exact imperial agents, you were able to stumble back to your ship.

After giving Mila directions to fly back to Yavin 4 and making sure your rescued rebel was alright, you went to collapse on the bed in the back of your ship.

Just as you closed your eyes, your comlink rang. Pulling it out you let out a long groan just thinking about the dreaded conversation you were about to have.

“Hey! Fierabrás, how did your mission go? Hopefully Mila is still alive. You didn’t leave her behind, right?”

You took a deep breath, “Before you freak out, just know I’m alright and it’s barely a scratch.”

What happened?”

“I may or may not have gotten myself a little bit shot? 

Cassian cursed.

“I’m fi-“ You started, but Cassian cut you off.

The next ten minutes were full of reprimands, questions, and curses.

When you were finally able to squeeze a word in there, you told him that you had to go.

He grumbled in reply telling you that you had better be in one piece when you get back.

“Hey. Listen, I really need to go check on Mila. Poor kid is probably freaking out. I’ll see you tonight, alright? Love you. See you soon.”

“Love you too,” Cassian said without missing a beat and then the call cut off.

It didn’t take long before you realized what you had said. And then you proceeded to stare at your comlink for the next hour wondering what the fuck had just happened. Little did you know, Cassian was doing the exact same thing.

Had that really just happened?

You should have assumed that this would’ve happened sooner or later. It wasn’t a rare sight to see the affection you two showed each other. From long hugs to kisses on foreheads, pet terms of affections, and lounging together on each other’s beds.  You guessed that this was just like the physical affection, but finally vocalized. However, figuring out what this meant wasn’t exactly coming easy.

You and Cassian had both grown up without family. The rebellion was all you knew for most of your life. Just because the other rebels had become a sort of family didn’t mean that you received the same love and affection you would receive from true family.

However, that had all had changed when you met Cassian. He had become your family. Truthfully, you had been saying “I love you” in many different ways for a long time.


The next few hours of your flight went by too quickly for your liking. As you were landing you were tense. Usually Cassian was waiting on the tarmac for you. But what if he wasn’t this time. What if what you had said caused a rift between you two?

But there he was. You quickly let out a sigh of relief before you hobbled down the ramp. Cassian quickly walked up to meet you, taking off his jacket and draping it around your shoulders.

As he reached up to place his arm around your waist, you flinched away and began to stagger off to the med bay. Cassian fell in step beside you and you both remained tensely quiet for the next few minutes. You weren’t sure what to say and you were still freaking out in your head.

Cassian on the other hand wasn’t as freaked out. After his initial freak-out he had realized that there was nothing wrong with saying “I love you”. He had memories of his sisters and parents saying it. It had been a normal tradition he had missed over the years. A tradition that he planned to keep going with you.

“I can hear you thoughts from over here. Listen… I love you.” Your head snapped up and you backed away from him a little. He put his hands up, “I love you. You’re my best friend. You’re my family. That’s a normal thing to say to family isn’t it?”

You nodded your head.

“Good. Then I’m going to continue saying it. If that’s alright.”

You smiled slightly, your racing thoughts finally slowing down, “I love you too.”

And thus began the tradition of saying, “I love you”.  


 Cassian was usually the one to say it first. Usually it was said in privacy, but as the weeks passed, it grew so comfortable that you would say it wherever you were.

You would say it in the packed hallways when you went your separate ways. He would leave you a note on your workshop’s door. You would scream it across the hangar as you went off on a mission. He would tell you every night before you went to bed.

Like everything else, it soon became a competition on who could outdo each other.

Cassian had a 15 foot banner printed and hung it on your ship.

You made the chef’s and rebellion jazz band sing and play him a love song in the mess hall.

Cassian convinced Draven that if went up to you and said, “Cassian loves you” that he would turn in all his future reports on time for the next four months.

That was not something Draven was going to pass up. So he did it.

Of course, like it usually did, the competition went a little bit too far when you set up 500 candles in the intelligence center. And right there in the middle, red flames spelled out  “I love you”.

It was impossible to move an inch into the room. Let’s just say that seeing the best intelligence agents play “the ground is literally lava” is way more entertaining than you would think.

You were then prohibited from huge spectacles of your love.

However, that didn’t stop the tradition and you said, “I love you” every day.

To the both of you, “I love you,” meant many different things. Stay safe. I’ll see you when I get back. I hope you sleep without nightmares tonight. I picked you up a book from this obscure bookshop on Tatooine. But most of all, it meant I love you, even if you weren’t ready to admit it yet.

I love you became something easy to say for you. However, the lingering uncertainty cowering in the back of your head grew more and more each day. Did you mean more by it? Did Cassian mean more by it? Did you love each other more than family?

Then one day all those feelings you had repressed all those months ago came flooding back. And they were stronger than ever. However, instead of pushing them back this time you let them flow throughout you. And you realized…

You loved Cassian.

Fuck. That was going to come back to bite you in the ass.


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Next up: how did I live so long (without your lips on mine) aka First Kiss

PART 6

Meet & Greet.

Request from @djpaige13paigeCan you do a long-ish imagine, like at least a paragraph or something, with Ethan where you are a big fan, but your also really shy. And at the convention you are wearing an official Harry Potter outfit, from universal studios in Harry Potter world. And he thinks it’s really awesome and that you look beautiful and stuff. And wants to ask for your number and stuff. Sorry for a weird and long imagine, thing. I don’t request things like this a lot.

Author’s Note: This request is so cute, holy shit! I hope I did it justice, thanks honeybee!

Some people call you a nerd, but you were okay with that. Visiting the Wizarding World of Harry Potter had been one of the highlights of your life, a close second to the convention you were experiencing at this moment. The Jacksepticeye panel had just finished, and you were trying to exit the room, but everyone was stopping to compliment you on your robes, awing at the detail and asking you where you had gotten them. When you were finally done with the “thank you”’s and “I got them at Universal Studios”, you reached the door, only to bump into yet another human being.

“Wow, those are really cool,”

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(And finally after the long, awful wait, it’s here! I really hope it turned out good! Sorry for making you all wait forever.)


He had been watching her for weeks now. The mysterious girl had caught his eye as he was venturing down the muggy streets of Gotham. She had been in a shop window, fixing a flower display that had fallen over. Her hair fell over her shoulders gently, her eyebrows knit together in concentration, her teeth biting down gently into her lip. Edward had paused, watching her from the short distance. His curiosity evidently peaked. Eyes followed her as she finished her business and made her way back into the depths of the store. Ed made a mental note, the name of the store, where it was, and the girl he saw. His day was far too busy to pursue anything at the moment, but it was clear, he would be coming back soon enough.

The day was far too long. Who knew that so many people would need bouquet after bouquet. I sighed a heavy sigh of relief as the clock ticked to closing hour. The store was void of customers. The flowers sat in their pots of water, their cheerful heads turned towards the plant lights above.

I took a deep breath, the floral scent enveloping my lungs. Checking that the cash from the till was counted and locked away in the safe at the back, I did my final checks, and made my way outside.

I always hated the streets of Gotham at night. They were bad enough during the day. Now with the news reporting almost weekly of maniacs and psychotics running about, it didn’t make a girl feel to safe about walking alone, even if it was for a short distance.

Having an apartment all the way on the other side of Gotham made the commute to work difficult, but in a city such as this, wherever you got a job, you made it work.

Setting a brisk and steady pace, I made my way down the streets attempting to get to the abandoned parking lot as quickly as I could, not wanting to chance any story worthy encounters with some freak on the street.

Edward glanced at his watch. Half past nine, she should be arriving any time now. After watching her for nearly a month, since that fateful day, he decided she was truly someone who he could be with. Someone who would understand and treat him the way no other would. The darker part of his psyche would whisper it constantly to him. When he was just working in the lab, or examining a crime scene, the sinister voice would creep into his mind, reminding him of the girl and her potential with him.

The shadow of a figure crawling upon the walls caught his attention. A sinister smile creeped on his face. It was her.

“Show time.” His dark voice whispered as he unlocked the door and made his way out.

My breath came out in uneven puffs as I spotted my car. “Why on earth did you park at the end?” I cursed myself under my breath. Stopping briefly I rummaged through my bag, finding my keys, I continued forward. Hearing the sound of footsteps I turned abruptly, nothing. You’ve got to stop watching horror movies. I thought, continuing forward.

A hand whips its way to my mouth, muffling my quick scream to protest. “What the?” Came muffled from behind the stranger’s hand.

“Hello.” A deep male voice calls into my left ear. “Nice night for a walk.”

“Help!” I screamed as loud as I could from behind his hand.

A fistfull of hair is tugged sharply causing me to yelp in pain. “Hush now, wouldn’t want to alert the whole city now would we?” His next movement surprising me as he strokes my hair gently.  “I’ve been watching you for awhile.” He whispers in my ear. “It’s like you were made perfect for me. Someone who understands me, understands the darkness.”

I squirm against him, trying in some futile attempt to get away from him. “You’re a freak. I don’t even know who you are.” Kicking hard backwards, landing a swift blow on his shins, I run like hell, not bothering to look back.

The air is abruptly pushed from my lungs when I’m pushed face first into the concrete, the man from earlier tackling me harshly. I try to suck in any amount of air only succeeding in coughing brutally instead.

“Oh trust me, you will know me.” Even through my blurred vision I can see the smirk plastered across his face. “Tell me, what’s your name?”

I try to comment something rude in response but the words felt like they were took right out of my mouth, only the rasping sound of me trying to catch my breath filling the silence.

“I guess you’ll have to tell me later.” He laughs loudly, before taking something from behind him, bashing me rudely in the head. Inky darkness swims before my eyes before consuming my conscious mind.

Harsh coughing comes from my lungs before I thrash upwards, eyes wildly searching for anything around me of familiarity. Where am I? What happened? The tall stranger across the room brings things back to focus, reminding me of the events before. I inhale heavily, trying my best to get as much air into my lungs as I could.

He approaches me in long, quick strides. A bottle in one hand, his other picking up a syringe. “Gentle now. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He claims, closing the rest of the distance sitting on me next to the bed. “But if you’re not careful you’re going to hurt yourself.” He says matter of factly. Flicking the syringe, he pulls my arm harshly, injecting the clear liquid into my bloodstream.

“The hell?” I manage to get out before I’m sucked back into the abyss from before.

“There’s something about you that I can’t explain.” A voice pierces through my foggy conscience. “There’s darkness within your eyes, you understand things, you can understand me.”

Wearily, I open my eyes, trying to observe where I was. I was in the same bed as before. Edward sitting in a chair next to me, staring out the window whilst voicing his thoughts.

“You’re sick, and depraved.” I spat out.

He whipped his head towards me, shock and hurt on his face. “Don’t say that! You know that’s not true! You understand me.”

I hadn’t expected him to lash out so abruptly. Pulling my knees closer to my chest, I did my best attempt to make myself smaller, hoping it’d make things easier. Something seemed to snap in him, something dark and terrifying.

He rubbed his neck, seeming to search for his words. “Do you ever feel like you were meant for something, something important?”

I hesitantly nodded my head.

“There’s something inside of me, just waiting to get out! I know that! I just,” he trails of, looking around the room. “I need someone by my side. I know that person can be you.” He turns to look at me darkly. “Please, (Y/N). I desperately need someone.”

I turned, giving him a cold dark glare. “Go to hell.”

Standing up, he straightens out his sweater, composing himself. The next movement he makes, he’s slapping me across the face. A searing pain bursts in my left cheek. I’m still processing it when he grabs my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes.

“Don’t,” he breathes in heavily. “Test me.”

Ed let’s go with a hard jerk of his wrist.

Almost as if someone had snapped their fingers, his posture goes back to normal, his eyes look cool and calm. He flicks his wrist, glancing at the watch on his wrist.

“I have to go, but when I come home, you better have changed your answer.” He turns, grabbing his coat and keys and walking out.

After hearing the click of the lock I lose it, realizing the situation I landed in. Without thinking, I scream, hoping praying, that anyone might hear me.

crazed-fanboy23  asked:

The boys first time cooking! Ignis does not count!

Sorry this took me a little bit! I hope this is something like what you had thought. My best friend is getting married tomorrow (I’m so excited!) but I wanted to try and get this up tonight. I did not expect Gladio’s to be so cute but there was not stopping the thought train. I hope you like it :)

XXX

Noctis

  • First off, Noct really doesn’t like to cook if he can help it. 
  • He does like to lighten Iggy’s load and help out from time to time. He does, however, hate waking up on time to help with breakfast and he’s usually too tired or preoccupied to help with dinner. 
  • The first time he decided to cook on his own was a day when Iggy didn’t come by (Think FFXV brotherhood). Noctis was living in his own apartment away from the citadel. 
  • Noctis had no freaking clue what he was doing. He was young and tried looking up some “simple” recipes online but couldn’t understand exactly what they were asking him to do. Or they were just too complicated. 
  • When he finally did enter the kitchen and attempt to cook, it was kind of a disaster. Noct tried really hard but without guidance – especially one tall strategist – he’s found over time that he doesn’t have much of a talent for cooking. 
  • His first attempted meal was supposed to be spaghetti. Instead, it ended up being burned noodles (the water boiled over the pot and the noodles kind of burned together somehow into one giant mass of noodle) and scorched sauce (which also bubbled over and sort of exploded all over the kitchen). Ignis still doesn’t understand how it got onto the ceiling. 
  • In the end, he wound up calling and having some delivered from an Italian restaurant. The dishes were sacrificed in his attempt to try and hide the utter catastrophe.

Prompto

  • Poor guy had no idea what he was doing when he tried to cook the first time.
  • Because he ate takeout so often and never really saw his parents cook, he didn’t have any sort of experience.
  • The first time he set out to make his own meal was after he had decided to lose weight, get into shape, and become worthy of being friends with one raven haired prince.
  • He started off slow by fixing his own salads and things that didn’t require actual cooking, per se.
  • When he did finally start cooking entire meals and meal prepping to be sure he would have healthy and nutritious food even during a busy schedule, he heavily relied on Pinterest and YouTube to teach him the basic skills and recipes he needed. He learns very well by watching someone else and repeating their actions. He’s also a little obsessive, so his first couple dishes actually turned out pretty well.
  • Prompto likes to cook for his friends as long as the recipe isn’t too complicated. He can do the basics pretty well, but he doesn’t want to push his look.
  • He’s happy to let Ignis take over the cooking duties because he understands taste and how ingredients work way better than Prompto. Prompto usually eats pretty mundane food when he cooks.


Gladio

  • Gladious Amicitia is not exactly domestic. That being said, he did learn to cook in his teens in order to help take care of Iris.
  • Iris, the poor girl, was Glaido’s taste tester. Luckily, the girl isn’t a picky eater and didn’t mind helping her brother cook.
  • He’s definitely a cook book kind of guy and has a few scattered around his kitchen with little notes next to his favorite ones.
  • The very first time he tried to cook was to make a special birthday breakfast for Iris. He had hoped to surprise her that morning with homemade pancakes, fresh fruit, and chocolate milk. Pancakes turned out to be a little more complicated than he expected.
  • It took him several batches to get the mixture to be the right consistency and another few tries to cook them perfectly. It was by the skin of his teeth that he managed to get two onto a plate and use the fruit to make a smiling face before a sleepy little Iris wandered into the kitchen rubbing at her eyes and dragging her doll behind her.
  • Turn out that her “super fluffy” pancakes were a little runny in the middle. Gladdio was worried but Iris ate them with a smile and told her brother it was “the best breakfast ever” all because he had tried so hard to make her happy. AWWWWWW.
  • Gladio is more than happy to let Iggy cook but doesn’t mind to help out in Caem so long as his sister offers to taste everything.


Bonus – Ignis giving the boys cooking lessons

  • Let’s be real, Ignis Scientia is a cooking machine. He’s got a real knack for it.
  • When the guys came to him and asked for lessons, he was both horrified and somewhat proud.
  • Noctis proved he wasn’t a lost cause so long as Ignis was there to keep a close eye on him. He also worked best when Ignis also kept light conversation to keep him distracted somewhat so that he was only doing what he was told and not fiddling around.
  • Prompto wasn’t so bad. The poor guys just has absolutely no intuition as far as taste and what works together. Ignis has to be careful to spice everything or Prompto will mix them up. He does like to help make everything look nice though.
  • Gladio loves food. So, he does kind of understand flavors. In fact,. Ignis was very surprised at just how skilled Gladio was in the kitchen. When he asked Gladio where he learned his culinary skills, Gladio quickly changed the subject.
Now or Never

a/n: i’ve been procrastinating updating chapters lately (mostly pleasure with the pain because sexy times are a pain in the ass to write), so i wanted to write some one shots and asked for ideas over on tumblr. this is thanks to @literatiruinedme with this great idea, i hope you guys like it, as always with 99% of the things i write, i feel like this is garbage but hey, i’m glad i finished it.

rating: m

ao3: (x)


           Having Cassian Andor as a roommate was a pain in the ass most days for Jyn, they were opposites in almost every way in their living situation. Cassian was a neat freak while Jyn was messy, he was a morning person while Jyn preferred nights, Cassian was always inviting friends over after classes while Jyn wanted peace and quiet. By all means they shouldn’t have been roommates, much less friends given their difference.

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Bluebell

Title: Bluebell

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2 420

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: A few swear words, reader doesn’t think she’s good enough for Sam, some angst, implied smut (But everything leading up to it is quite tame, I assure you, it’s all PG).

Request from Anonymous: Hi! Can you do a Sam x Reader where the Reader gets hit with a truth spell and Dean keeps asking them embarrassing things and Sam tells him to stop? The reader ends up saying all the things they love about Sam because of the spell as well. Also, the spell really freaks the reader out because they don’t want Sam to know how they feel about him because they think they’re not good enough. Thank you!!

Author’s note: I hope you like this Anon! I tried to keep it as close to the request as possible, but you didn’t specify how you wanted it to end, so I hope what I did was okay! And on another note, I’m sorry I didn’t post anything last week, I decided to take a little break from writing after I finished Angel Rising, I hope you guys can forgive me! –xoxo Katie

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       You could feel the subtle vibrations of the Impala’s powerful engine as the car flew down the road, its speeds far exceeding the legal limits, and you were sitting in the back seat as you and the boys drove to the bunker - after a week away on a witch hunt - when you’d first noticed something was wrong.

       “Hey Y/N, are ya sure you’re okay?” Dean asked as his eyes caught yours in the rear-view mirror, before he leisurely returned them to the stretch of asphalt in front of him. “That bitch threw something at you -”

       “Which you still have in your hair, by the way,” Sam cut in gently, causing you to feel a surge of embarrassment.

        Your hands flew self-consciously to your head, trying to shake out the remains of the blue powder the witch had doused you with in her last ditch attempt to get away. Sam always made you nervous. Ever since the day you’d met him you’d had a crush on him, and the more you’d gotten to know him the bigger it got, if it could even be called a crush anymore…

       Dean gave Sam an irritated grunt in response to being interrupted, but repeated himself and kept talking anyway. “She threw something at you, are you sure you’re okay? We don’t know what she was trying to do.”

       You thought about it for a second, and then said something surprisingly honest, “No, I’m not sure.” There was a pause. No, I’m not sure? Why would I say that? you thought. Sam and Dean seemed equally surprised. Yeah, it was true, you weren’t sure that the witches spell didn’t affect you. But the boys worried about you enough as it is and you usually didn’t like to give them more reason to, unless, of course, there was actually something to be worried about.

        For the rest of the ride home nobody really talked much, that is, after you’d all had a slightly-too-long conversation about what the spell might have been and the various dusty books that were going to be checked once you got back to the bunker. Why hadn’t you just said you were okay? You felt fine, the witch was dead, she probably didn’t even finish her spell. Right?


       You were bouncing impatiently on the balls of your feet as you stood behind Dean, waiting for him to unlock the heavy bunker door when it happened again: you were just a little too honest.

       “Whoa, why are you in such a hurry, Y/N?” Dean asked as he took in your nervously moving form.

       You were in a hurry because you just got back from a hunt, and you wanted to have a shower before the image of you covered in blood and mysterious blue powder was seared into Sam’s mind forever. The types of girls he usually talked to were always so prim and perfect, and then here you were, with ripped jeans, messy hair, and usually covered in some variety of monster guts. Really, you just wanted Sam to think you were pretty like those other girls, but you weren’t going to tell Dean that.

       “Because, I don’t want Sam to see me like this any longer than he has too.” Or maybe you were.

       What?! Why the hell did I say that?  you thought anxiously, avoiding Dean’s eyes at all costs.

      “Um, okay…” he said slowly, drawing out the last word. You didn’t dare turn around to look at Sam.

      “Uh, I gotta go,” you said hastily, pushing past Dean and barreling down the bunker’s metal steps. You faintly heard someone call your name but you ignored it and had the door to the bathroom locked a second later. What was happening to you?


      It had been almost an hour now since you’d come into the bathroom and your hand was hovering over the doorknob, but you couldn’t make it move.

      You still couldn’t believe you’d said, “I don’t want Sam to see me like this,” why would you say that? Wouldn’t, “I want to have a shower,” have been good enough? Sure it would’ve, but for some reason you couldn’t say it, like the words had just poured out of your mouth without permission.

      Suddenly there was a knock on the door and you were pulled from your anxious introspection, a familiar voice piercing the wooden barricade. “Y/N?” the voice asked. It was Sam.

      It was Sam! What were you supposed to do? Your first thought was to run, but you didn’t really have anywhere to run too. Your second thought was to pretend you weren’t there, but you would be forced to leave eventually and he would know you’d ignored him. So finally you were left with only one option: suck it up, open the door, and hope against hope that you don’t say anything stupid.

      “Y/N? Are you okay?” he called again. You drew in a deep breath.

      Yes, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, you said over and over in your head, ready with you answer this time. Then you forced your hand to move, flung open the door, gave him a composed smile and said, “No, not really.” Damn it!

      Your cheeks flushed hot, “yes, I’m fine,” that’s what you were going to say! You were ready! What happened!?

      Sam looked slightly uncomfortable – though you weren’t sure if it was from what you’d said earlier or because of the deep shade of red you were no doubt turning – and ran his hand through his hair. “Y/N, listen, um, we think we figured out what that spell was,” Sam said as he jerked his head towards the library, motioning for you to follow him. You did.

      “We were looking through some of The Men of Letters’ spell books and we found a page on these flowers - Bluebells – the powder she threw at you, it was blue, right?” you nodded your head yes. “Well, these flowers,” he said as he took a step into the library, where Dean was waiting with an oddly wide grin. “According to the lore they can compel people to tell the truth.” He handed you the book.  “It says that you have to wear a wreath of them for it to work, but we think that whatever spell she used allowed her to use a powdered version and made the effects more … permanent.”

       Permanent?

      Your head was spinning.

      Truth spell. Permanent. Sam.

      Sam! If you were under a truth spell, Sam could find out how you felt about him! You’d already slipped up once – which totally made sense now – and who knows what other innocent questions your brain could twist into secret-spilling opportunities about your long-time crush on the youngest Winchester! Though, you supposed it would help if you weren’t thinking about him all the time…

      “Look, Y/N, don’t panic,” Sam said in his attractively deep voice. You dropped the book on the table and took a step back, you couldn’t let yourself think about such things right now. “We’ve already found a cure, and Cas is out getting the ingredients now, you’ll just have to wait a few more hours.”

      Your feet stopped moving, your heart beat slowed. “A few hours?” you said quietly, looking at the ground as if eye contact alone would compel you to spill your guts for all to hear.

      “Yeah, a few hours,” he said calmly. “Cas should be back soon and then we’ll start making it right away.”

      Okay, a few hours, you thought, I can do that, I just have to stay in my room and-

      “Do you think I’m attractive?” Dean suddenly asked, his smile only growing as he watched your eyes widen.

      “Of course I do,” you said automatically, then clamped your hands over your mouth in horror. Why did he ask you that? What would Sam think? Sure you thought Dean was attractive, anyone with eyes could see that Dean was attractive, but he was not the brother you were interested in. You had to get out of here before Dean asked you anything more embarrassing.

      Dean now wore an unbelievably smug face, grinning to himself as you backed away, and you could practically see his brain running through all the things he could do with this opportunity.

      “Would you ever hook up with me?” Dean asked quickly, seeing that he was losing his window.

      “No,” you shot back, still stumbling backwards. You were unbelievably relieved the answer came so easily.

      Dean looked off-put, but pressed forwards anyway. “Fine, so you wouldn’t pick me first, but out of the two of us,” he motioned between Sam and himself, “who would you pick?”

      You froze.

      Not that, anything but that! you thought, desperately trying to fight the spell.

      “Come on, Man, leave her alone,” you faintly heard Sam say, but it was too late. You’d been asked a question, and now you had to answer it. So after pressing your lips together in a pathetic attempt to stop the inevitable, you finally said, “Sam,” through gritted teeth.

      Sam looked shocked, Dean, once again, looked dejected, and you were mortified. Sam knew, he had to! Sam knew how you felt about him and now things were going to be awkward, he might never talk to you again!

      And then, as if he hadn’t done enough damage already, Dean asked one more question. He hammered the final nail in the coffin of your friendship with Sam. He asked why.

      Why.

      Why, why, why, did he have to ask why? You knew he didn’t do it in a mean way, or a jealous one, he seemed to be genuinely curious. But he still asked. Why him? What does Sam have that he doesn’t? And you told him.

      You told him all the things you love about Sam. You told him how funny and smart his little brother was, you told him how he was an amazing hunter and the kindest man you’d ever met, you even told him how much you loved Sam’s hair in the morning, when it was tousled and he would run his fingers through it. You told him everything, and once you had finally exhausted your truth-spell-induced list of everything you loved about Sam, you all just stood there in silence.

      Dean looked guilty, clearly understanding that he had asked you something that he shouldn’t have. Sam looked confused, and overwhelmed, completely at a loss for words. And you looked – even though you couldn’t technically see yourself – terrified, and on the brink of tears.

      You didn’t want to run away, and you tried not to, but after 10 seconds of silence, then 20, you couldn’t take it anymore. You turned and ran down the hall, practically tripping on the steps, and made a beeline for your bedroom.

      I took a few seconds after you’d shut your door for you to hear it, but once you’d flopped yourself down on the bed you heard the familiar sound of Sam’s heavy boots coming towards your room – no, running towards your room. Then you quickly shot up when you heard a knock at your door.

      “Y/N, can I come in?” Sam’s muffled voice asked. He sounded nervous, and there was a sense of urgency in his tone.

      You wanted to say no, you really did, but you couldn’t. You could never say no to Sam, even if you had just completely embarrassed yourself. So you attempted to wipe the now free-flowing tears from under your eyes and said, “Yes.” You heard a sigh of relief from behind the door.

      “I’m, uh, I’m really sorry about Dean,” Sam said slowly, as he took a few steps into the room. “He shouldn’t have asked you that.”

      You wanted to cry and scream, you wanted to accuse Dean of being insensitive and taking advantage, you wanted to say no he shouldn’t have! But that wouldn’t help matters now, so you simply nodded and looked at the floor.

      More silence.

      “Listen, um, about what you said…”

      “No, please,” you said quickly, desperate to stop this conversation before it began, “you don’t have to say anything, I know you don’t feel the same way. And I’m sorry if I made things awkward between us,” you were rambling now, “and I understand if you want me to move out, and -”

      “Y/N!” Sam yelled, and you slammed your mouth shut. Now what had you done? “None of those things are true,” he said softly, “things aren’t awkward, and I don’t want you to move out, that’s the opposite of what I want!”

      You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, he wasn’t freaked out? He wanted you to stay? You were so confused, and then you did something you weren’t expecting.

      “What do you want?” you whispered, afraid to look him in the eyes. You saw his feet shuffle forward.

      “I want you.”

      Your breath caught.

      He liked you? Why would he like you? He was smart, attractive, funny, he could have any girl he wanted, but he wanted you? This didn’t make sense.

      “Y/N,” he said quietly, moving as close to you as he could get without physically touching you. “I like you, ever since the day I met you I’ve liked you.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “You’re brilliant, and you’re gorgeous, and you’re caring, and if you left the bunker, I don’t know what I’d do.” Your heart was pounding, “In fact, I don’t just like you,” you looked up, “I’m in love with you.”

      Your world exploded.

      Sam Winchester was in love with you. The man you’d been pining after for years, the man who never failed to make your day brighter, the man who made you feel like maybe this messed up world wasn’t such a bad place after all, was in love with you, and you had no idea what to say.

      You should really say something.

      “Uh, Y/N? Sam asked cautiously, “I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but, uh, it would be nice if you said something, I’m kind of freaking out here.” Sam looked anxious. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I thought -”

      He started to back away, but you grabbed his arm. “I love you too.”

      Sam stopped. “What?”

      “I said, I love you, too.” You were louder this time and you brought your eyes up to meet his. Sam broke into a wide grin. Then without warning, he had his arms wrapped around your waist, your feet off of the ground, and his lips pressed against yours.

      “Maybe that truth spell wasn’t so bad,” Sam said breathlessly, once he finally set you back on the ground.

      “Yeah, maybe not,” you grinned, and then kicked your foot out to shut your bedroom door.

      The antidote would have to wait.


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my world / sirius black

requested: Could u do a Sirius black imagine (young) where the reader goes on a order mission by herself and gets hurt and is sent back to hog warts (they are in there 7th year) and the marauders find out and freak out and u wake up and Sirius admits his feelings for u!!!!! Thx if u do this! (@evolutionofkatep)

author note: okay so i changed this around a bit to where it actually takes place after they graduated from hogwarts since they would’ve been considered underage?? i hope you like it anyways  x 

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Shit. Shit. Shit.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. You were spying on the Death Eater, Antonin Dolohov, seeing if you could discover any useful information that could help the Order gain an advantage over Voldemort. Dumbledore had originally planned for you and Sirius to go and spy on Dolohov together, but you insisted that you would much rather go alone. That it would be better. 

It wasn’t that Sirius was a terrible partner or could give away your position. It was the fact that Dolohov was considered one of the most dangerous Death Eater. He was loyal to the cause and would not hesitate to kill anyone on spot that defied his Dark Lord. It was because of those very reasons that made you want to go alone. You knew that if Sirius was with you and something went south, he would very much jump in front of the line of fire to save you. You knew that anyone you cared for in the Order would sacrifice themselves for you as you would for them, but it was your worst fear that someone would die for you. It would’ve felt like their blood was on your hands as well. That’s why you would much rather go alone. But why join the Order if you’re afraid of the people around you dying? Well, it was for a good cause. It was to make the world a safer place; to lessen the casualties. So when you received a letter to join after graduation, during your seventh year at Hogwarts, you knew you couldn’t reject the offer. And neither could your friends. 

Reducto!” Dolohov vehemently roaredlashing out his wand at you. 

You managed to dodge the spell, your back pressing up against a wooden counter that was currently aiding you with cover. Your heart was beating rapidly and your breath was coming out in sporadic huffs. 

Somehow, someway you had made your presence known to the Death Eater. You were following him around Diagon Alley, Dumbledore having informed you of his rumored whereabouts. You had discreetly pursued Dolohov into a murky alleyway known as Knockturn Alley and had watched as he entered Borgin and Burkes. Through the shaded glass you could see him heading towards the backroom so you apparated into the antique shop, appearing behind some shelves without a single sound. It all went downhill shortly. 

Antonin and you were in the midst of a duel inside the shop, your hand clutching your wand in a tight grip. You had a stinging cut on your right cheek, but no real damage had been done yet.

Expulso!” you yelled after quickly rising to your feet, a burst of blue light firing at Dolohov and forcefully hurling him back into some shelves.

Glass shattered some more, pieces of it flying everywhere and joining other already broken objects. The poor shop looked like a war had went on inside. 

Dolohov seemed unresponsive so when you took a moment to catch your breath, you heard the words ‘Crucio’ being vocalized before your body, in a matter of seconds, fell to the floor in excruciating pain. 

You ripped out a bloodcurdling scream, your back arching up in agony as your hands clenched into fists, your body soon beginning to convulse. 

“And I thought we were just getting started.” Antonin laughed as he stumbled to stand.

You didn’t hear him of course. You were far too distracted with the fact that your head was inflamed with agonizing pain, feeling as if scalding daggers were rapidly penetrating every inch of your body.   

“F-fu-” you tried to gasp out, but nothing coherent was able to be said. 

“F-fu what?” Dolohov mocked your state. “And here I thought my Dark Lord was rather intimidated by you. But I can see now that you’re not as strong as they say you are, Y/L/N. Such a shame really.” 

As the internal pain wore out, you reached for your wand, swiftly directing it towards the man inching closer to you. “Stupefy!” You cried out.

But Dolohov had managed a shield charm, deflecting the stunning spell you casted. Quickly you tried to apparate out of the shop but as you did so, the Death Eater had mutely cast his own curse with a sudden slashing movement of his wand. A streak of purple flame was the last thing you witnessed before rendering unconscious. 


“Bloody hell, mate.” James remarked. “If you get your face any closer your breath is going to be the thing that kills her.” 

Sirius had been right by your side when he found out were admitted into St. Mungo’s.

“You know that Y/N is very strong, right? It wont take long before she wakes up. She’ll be alright.” Remus chimed in. 

“She’ll be alright? Moony, it’s been three days!” Sirius voice was thick, his grey orbs never leaving your sight. “I’m worried sick.”

“And you think we’re not? We’re terrified, Padfoot. But I know Y/N would hate for us to be glued to her bed like this. She’d want us to take care of ourselves.” Remus sighed. “You need to go and eat. Do something, anything, and we can watch over her while you’re gone.”

When the rest of the Marauders were informed about your current state, boy did they hit the ceiling. James started lecturing Dumbledore about how idiotic it was to listen and send you alone, a ‘don’t kick me out of the Order please’ kind of look resting on his face after his rant. Remus had froze, panic registering as he tried to comfort Sirius and himself. Peter didn’t know what to do. He was scared for you and terrified he might say the wrong thing that would upset his friends even more. They were all worried sick for you.

“No.” Sirius huffed. “I want to be here when she wakes up. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Sirius-”

“Moony, I swear to Merlin if you say another word. Any of you I’ll-”

“What’s the bicker about this time?” Your whisper was softly-spoken as your eyes opened, wincing as you tried to sit up.

Sirius head snapped, gaining his composure as he gently pushed you to lay back down. “S’alright, love. Don’t sit up just yet.” he cooed. “Are you alright? Are you in pain? Should I get the nurse? Moony, get the nur-”

“No.” you interrupted Sirius, grabbing his arm and shaking your head. “I’m alright. Just a bit sore, that’s all.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

The others were surrounding your bed now, the worry look they carried was quickly changing to a much more different one.

“Y/N how incredibly stupid it was of you to go alone and spy on Antonin Dolohov by yourself.” James stated with a cross of his arms.

“Prongs,” Remus warned before looking at you as well. “It was rather sluggish of you though.”

“What were you thinking? Dumbledore told us that you insisted on going alone. That I was originally planned to tag along with you!” Sirius exclaimed. “You almost died!”

You were quiet, studying the creases they had on their forehead and the frown carved on their lips. “I was thinking of you guys. I was thinking that I didn’t want anything to happen to you, Sirius.” You revealed. “I knew Dolohov is a walking hazard and that if things went south, you would be quick to sacrifice yourself just to make sure I made it out safe. I knew that you would be so willing to die for me and I couldn’t have that blood on my hands. I couldn’t bare to imagine any of you dying for me and then I would have to carry the burden that your death was somehow, in someway, my fault.”

The brim of your eyes were threatening to spill tears as a hard lump filled your throat. Your sore fingers kept grasping at your sheets, tugging at them as you tried to avoid eye contact with the four boys surrounding you and instead stared up at the white ceiling. 

They were all quiet, unsure of the right thing to say before Sirius eventually spoke up. “You’re right.” he spoke quietly. “I would’ve gladly died for you and so would they; just as much as you’d die for us. We all knew what we would be getting into when we got asked to join. We knew it wasn’t going to be easy and that sacrifices would be made for the greater good. But doing something ridiculous like you did, Y/N, doesn’t help anyone. I cant even imagine what I would do right now if you had died.” 

You noticed how his voice slowly began to crack, looking over at him and seeing how intensely his orbs were burning through you. You hadn’t noticed that one of his hands was gripping your forearm, his other pushing back a strand of your y/h/c locks behind your ear as his eyes never left you.

“I love you, Y/N.” He confessed. “I love you so much that it hurts me. When I found out that you had gotten hurt it felt like I couldn’t breathe. It felt like my whole world just stopped.”

Your lips were quivering as the young man beside you spoke with such sincerity that a warm feeling began to engulf the inside of your body. You were thankful that you had been laying for if you were standing, you’d most certainly have fallen to the floor because of how weak your knees got. The others knew that this was their moment to exit, leaving the two of you alone.

“And that’s when I had realized that I love you. That I didn’t just fancy you, it was something much more. It was the thought of you not being in my life anymore, of us not having any chance of a future together. And the reason why it felt like my world stopped is simply because you are my world, Y/N.” Sirius whispered,  his thumb brushing against your cheek and down to your lips as he smiled softly at you.

“You are my world.” He repeated. “If you would’ve died, my world would have ended because there would’ve been no you. And without you, I’d cease to exist. So promise me, swear to me, that you will never willingly put yourself in danger like that again.”

“I promise, Sirius.” You managed to say, the tears that were threatening to spill earlier streaming down your cheeks. Not because you were sad, but because you couldn’t have been any happier. 

“Good.” He mumbled before leaning down to gently kiss your forehead. 

Lost & Found.

Request: can i have an edward nygma imagine (since you love him so much and i do too) of him finding you on the streets of Gotham and nursing you back to health??????

Requested by: @itstheemcat

Word Count: 1,926

Warnings: Violence toward a woman.

Author’s Note: Another one that’s been sitting in my inbox for months. I’m the worst. Under a read more because it got so freaking long, holy shit. Might do a part two if anyone wants it, but????? ENJOY.

You’d be alone on the streets for years, ever since your parents left you for a quiet life alone together. It hadn’t been so bad. You learned to fend for yourself, and though the stealing and the lying and the running got to you sometimes, you knew you were only doing what you had to to survive. That night, the night you had been saved by Mr. Edward Nygma, had been the hardest one yet.

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How to deal with Hanamiya?

I have a soft spot for Hanamiya  (* ˚᷄ 艸 ˚᷅ *) so I hope you’ll like my interpretation of his character. I know it may be a little o-o-c, so I’ll accept all the critisism ;) Hehe~ I had to write ‘something’ XD

There were only three ways of dealing with Hanamiya Makoto:

1. Ignore him.

2. There’s no way, one could ignore him, so one ought to not pay attention to what he’s saying/doing or how he is.

3. There’s no way one will be able to not pay attention to what he’s saying/doing or how he is, so one ought to no cry in front of him. That will make him enjoy one’s suffering even more.

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