how many times can i say her name

It’s about that time again. After asking twitter when I should share it and an overwhelming vote in favor of “now, you asshole,” I’m excited to share the official playlist for THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS!

Like last time, I’ve included a note about what each song is there for, and the songs are roughly in story order. This, of course, leads to a caveat: while I’ve done my best to keep things vague, the deeper you go and the closer you read, the more you wander into potential spoiler territory. 

This playlist grew alongside the book—some songs corresponding to certain scenes, others lending themselves more to the overall vibe. Those of you who’ve read already can probably see their influence and the ways they reflect the story. Those of you who haven’t… buckle up.

  1. So Far From Your Weapon // The Dead Weather // there’s a bullet in my pocket burning a hole / you’re so far from your weapon and the place you were born // a song for lookout duty
  2. Winter // Daughter // drifting apart like two sheets of ice, my love / frozen hearts growing colder with time // a song for three weeks of silence
  3. Blame // Bastille // fall upon your knees, saying ‘this is my body and soul here’ / fall and beg and plead, saying ‘you’ve got the power and control’ / don’t pin it all on me // a song for swift at the door
  4. Gun // CHVRCHES // who are you to tell me how to keep myself afloat? / i tread the water all the while / you stuck in the knife that you held at my back // a song for bleeding lips and finding balance
  5. Get Home // Bastille // how am i gonna get myself back home? // a song for a question
  6. Mother & Father // BROODS // ever since i left my mother, it’s much harder to know / how to make my own life here, how to make my own home // a song for a heart too empty
  7. We the Common // Thao & The Get Down Stay Down // all they wanted was a villain, a villain / and all they had was me / all they wanted was a villain, a villain / so then they just took me // a song for cas and the salt
  8. Beggin For Thread // Banks // strapped down to something that you don’t understand / don’t know what you were getting yourself into / you should have known / secretly i think you knew  // a song for cas and the bind
  9. Ships in the Night // Mat Kearney // turn the lights down low / walk these halls alone / we can feel so far from so close // a song for trying to make it work
  10. Black Water // Of Monsters And Men // swallowed by a vicious, vengeful sea / darker days are raining over me / in the deepest depths i lost myself / i see myself through someone else // a song for cas
  11. Trouble // Neon Jungle // they say here comes a hurricane / trouble is her middle name / but i don’t look for trouble / yeah, trouble looks for me // a song for swift at the helm of a needleboat
  12. Hell and Back // The Airborne Toxic Event // and you took me to hell and back / how many times can i walk away from you? // a song for a new year
  13. I’m So Sorry // Imagine Dragons // so you gotta fire up / you gotta let go / you’ll never be loved ‘til you’ve made your own // a song for meeting an old friend in the middle of a storm
  14. Bullets // Rebecca & Fiona // don’t make me show you how weak you are / hurts like bullets between these walls // a song for a punching bag
  15. The Draw // Bastille // in my left hand there is the familiar / in my right hand there’s the great unknown // a song for cas’s turmoil
  16. Leave A Trace // CHVRCHES // i have somehow got away with everything / anything you ever did was strictly by design / but you got it wrong / and i’ll go anywhere but there // a song for cas, the knife
  17. Ghost Towns // Radical Face // but i miss you / but there’s no coming home / there’s no coming home with a name like mine // a song for cas and tom
  18. We Sink // CHVRCHES // we are / i’ve come apart and you made me / float like / a pretty box of your evil // a song for young leadership
  19. Cliffs Edge // Hayley Kiyoko // cliff’s edge, you turn me on / you lead me on / you’ve got me on a cliff’s edge / where i belong // a song for a cold bottle of beer on the trainer deck
  20. Everybody Wants To Rule The World // Lorde // help me make the most of freedom / and of pleasure / nothing ever lasts forever // a song for second times
  21. This Is Why We Fight // The Decemberists // so come to me / come to me / lay your arms around me / this is why / this is why we fight // a song for the last stand 
  22. I Bet My Life // Imagine Dragons // i know i took the path that you would never want for me / i know i let you down, didn’t i? // a song for new ships on the horizon
  23. Home // American Authors // i’m not trying to part the ocean waves / i’m not trying to overthrow the throne / i’m just trying to find a way to make it back home  // a song for the end in sight
  24. Monster Lead Me Home // Sara Hartman // where there is nowhere to hide / stranger on the other side / we walk in shadows / monster lead me home // a song for cutting a deal
  25. Love Me Again // John Newman // i need to know now / know now, can you love me again? // a song for new beginnings in the bones of old ones
170407 Leo Twitter Reply Compilation

Leo (@JUNGTW_LEO):

오랜만에 원합니까??

It’s been a while, do you want it??

I want to get off work
Leo: 😓

Taekwoonie run~~~~~~~~~
Leo: run

Leo-san〜!
Leo: I’m Leo
T/N: In Japanese.

Leo (@JUNGTW_LEO):

오늘은 주제가 있음.
정택운이게 궁금한것 물어보기.
10개만 뽑을까봐.

There’s a theme today.
It’s asking Jung Taekwoon something you are curious about.
I’ll only pick 10.

Did you eat?
Leo: I’ll eat soon.
T/N: In Japanese.

Oppa, why don’t you update Twitter
Leo: I don’t need anything more than this

Your mood today!?
Leo: My mood today is sunny after being cloudy

Q. Tell us a song you’re into recently. Reccomend a song for Spring.
Leo: Tom odell-constellation👍

I’m a Russian fan named ☆^^ Please say hello^^
Leo:🇷🇺
T/N: I put a star for her name for privacy, etc.

Oppa, why are you using so many emoticons recently You just learned that function didn’t you
Leo: 😖

Will you put up a selca at the end of the mention party??ㅇㅅㅇ??
Leo: I’ll think about it 😤

What’s the chance I’ll get a reply from Daeguni?
Leo: 👿

What should I do to succeed with ticketing?
Leo: Lee Hongbin’s control ability

Will you go cherry blossom viewing with me?
Leo: When What time?

Do you know how much I like you?
Leo: (One more) I can feel it

Leo (@JUNGTW_LEO):

재밌었네  즐거웠고 슬슬 날이 풀리는데
저녁에는 또 쌀쌀하니까 감기들 조심히구 맛있는거 많이먹고 곧봅시다.😬

That was fun and enjoyable The days are gradually getting warmer, but it’s chilly again in the evening, so be careful of colds and eat lots of yummy things and let’s see each other soon.😬

Tell me now you know...

@justwalkedaway​: So this is my first prompt fill as well as my first posted fic for The 100. I’ve always loved the show, but I after this season started I decided to start from the beginning again and my love for Bellarke grew. So here I am after a long break from fandom in general and definitely from writing. Let me know what you think! And a giant thanks to my beta @loveyoubeyondhope​. She is AMAZING!!! 

The title is from a Backstreet Boys’ song “I Want It That Way”, because I love them too. Also, I own nothing.

And this is smut filled so be aware before you read. Hope you enjoy!


 

Prompt: Anon: “‘fuck you bellamy’ ‘yeah i wish you would’ please please please

Per usual Clarke has no idea how the fight started. One minute they were discussing how they might be able to start building more permanent homes now that things were calm for the moment and the next they were screaming at each other. It wasn’t an unusual thing for the two to disagree or even to argue, but lately there had been so much tension between the two that they always seemed to end up screaming at one another.

Their friends had learned that once things started heating up it was time for them to leave. The first time it had happened Monty had tried to play peacemaker between the two and they had ended up screaming at him instead. They’d both felt terrible afterwards and every time it happened, they promised that they would do better. And yet, here they were again.

“I don’t have to like your ideas, Princess. It’s not a requirement that I agree with you all the time.”

Clarke laughed. “You never seem to agree with me anymore. It’s like you decide your opinion solely based on the fact that it’s the opposite of mine.”

“That’s bullshit.” Bellamy shook his head. “You’re the one that always seems to want to fight. What’s wrong? Now that there’s no war, no people to kill, you’re bored?”

Clarke froze, not believing her ears. She shook her head, most of the anger draining from her and leaving behind a deep pit of hurt. She fought back the tears as she slammed her palm against Bellamy’s chest and pushed him back. “Fuck you, Bellamy!” She turned and started to head towards the door, just now noticing that their friends had once again left them.

“Yeah, I wish you would.” His tone was yearning and the words were soft, so soft that she wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly.

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a couple of you asked for a sequel to The Book Thief (which can be found HERE!!) so here it is!  i wanted to keep the style the same, so it’s in third person rather than second person.  also it’s really hard to write in third person after writing in second person for so long and i typed “you” so many times this was so hard.

title: the ice cream thief
fandom: hamilton
pairing: tjeff x reader
rating: t for swears and lots of smooching
word count: 2189

The Hamilsquad realizes something is up when lactose intolerant (Y/N) keeps sneaking away for ice cream.

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The Elf and the Dwarf

Summary: Erebor was reclaimed and the line of Durin had not ended. You were an elf and now that your quest was over, you didn’t know what to do especially since you gained feelings for a certain King Under the Mountain.

Chapter Summary: Never ending sadness with the dwarves

Chapter Categories: Humor, Small Bit of Angst, I guess. Idk

Strike Through = Current Chapter

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

MASTER LIST

Fili lets out a sigh of relief as he notices that both you and Thorin are still breathing as you walk into the council room. You two were always at each other’s throats over the corse of the quest and many had thought you’d kill each other at one point, but they were glad to be proven wrong.

Thorin sits at the other head of the table, across from Bard.

You take your place on Bard’s right with Tauriel on Bard’s left.

Although her banishment had been lifted by Thranduil, she had decided to stay in Dale much to the chagrin of Legolas. He knew what her choice would be and decided to let her go. She is currently Captain of the Guard and helps train the men alongside you. She’s also a part of the council and Bard found it funny that the council of men is filled with elves.

He had absolutely no idea what to do when the city had asked him to become King. While his anscetor was made for this position, he was not. Being thrust into this was not so easy and after dealing with you in the past, you seemed to be the best option to help him run the city. Being the daughter of a Lord probably helped a bit.

Bain joins you along with a young fellow by the name of Ingemar. He was about the age of 25, had long blonde hair and striking blue eyes. He was the second most wanted man in Dale after the King of course, but his eyes were set on another prize.

“Hello n/n,” he says, smiling at the elf. “How many times have I told you, human, you do not have permission to call me that. Only those I care about can do that. You can either call me by my first name or nothing at all,” you growl out.

It’s obvious to the dwarves that you have been flirted with by this guy multiple times and that he didn’t lay off.

“Come on. We’ve known each other for a week. I know you care for me,” he says, winking at her. “Guards. Remove him,” you command and there are two men that come to grab him. “Wait. Stop,” you command again. The guards put him down and step back. (I was trying to make it like the scene in Game of Thrones where Cersei tries to show Baelish exactly who has more power)

“You will do well to remember exactly who you are talking to. I have trained these men and I have trained them well. I will no longer tolerate your flirting. I hired you because you seemed to be good at your job, but you are as incompetent as the other men. Continue,” you announce and the guards take him out.

Tauriel smiles and Bard smirks, shaking his head.

“Who was he exactly?” Dwalin asks. “He was supposed to be our new treasurer but he obviously failed the test,” Bard explains, “it seems that no man is fit for any job on this council. We go through at least five potential candidates a week and no one makes it past the first three days.”

“It’s not my fault he’s a fool,” you reply and you turn to Bain. “When you become king do not let anyone like that on the board alright?” You ask and he nods smiling.

“Thanks for coming on such a short notice,” Bard says. “It’s quite alright. It’s not like my coronation is tonight or anything,” Thorin says sarcastically. Bard sighs and you smile.

“Actually I called you down here to talk about that. I feel that there is a need to have extra security tonight. With the threat on your life from your kin, what do you expect from men?” He asks Thorin.

Thorin narrows his eyes.

“Are you implying that men will try to kill me tonight?” He asks. “I’m not saying there will be but there is always the possiblity. You cannot be too sure. That’s why I’m asking you to let me add some of my guards to yours as well,” Bard says.

“I would not mind a few helping hands,” Thorin mumbles after having a short conversation with Dwalin. 

“Great. Tauriel and y/n will be leading my men-,”

“N/n? You can’t be serious?” Fili asks, outraged.

“I don’t see the problem Fee. I’m doing my duty to this city. It is only right,” she replies.

“Being by our side is what is right. You helped us reclaim Erebor. You belong celebrating with us,” Fili argues. “I belong protecting your king,” you reply.

“When has duty become more important than friendship? You were the one that remind us that you chose us over your kin and now you’re going to tell me your choosing a job over us? How much of a hypocrite can you be?” He asks and you can’t meet his eyes. 

You had never gotten into a fight with Fili. Never. Thorin, yes, Dwalin yes, Kili, sometimes, but never Fili. It broke your heart to be fighting with your best friend.

He stands up and leaves, not noticing the tears he had caused.

“Of course after one Durin stops being mad at me another one starts,” you say, bitterly. You excuse yourself and walk back to your quarters.

“This is the first time I’ve seen her shed a tear in a month. It is something about you dwarves that bring her sadness,” Bard tells Dwalin and Thorin as Tauriel takes her leave as well.

“It has never been my intention to do so and I explained this to her,” Thorin announces. “Well either way she still hurts. She is a very emotional elf. Which is surprising. All of the other elves I’ve seen are nearly emotionless. Nearly,” Bard tells him.

“Like I said. It was NEVER my intention. If you’ll excuse us, we’ve got a coronation to plan,” Thorin says, standing.

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Devil In A Red Dress | Jennie (BLACKPINK)

The Devil In A Red Dress | Jennie (BLACKPINK)

word count:
genre: witch!au, smut
warnings: mentions of selling your soul, mentions of Puritan religion
A/N: anon asked for a Jennie or JiSoo scenario and I wrote this. Off to hell I go!



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anonymous asked:

Fun story! I work at a gas station, and last night someone told me to go fuck myself cause I wouldnt sell him cigarettes. He was trying to buy them for his gf (who looked underage and didnt have ID), and I informed him its illegal for me to sell him cigarettes knowing they'll be given to her. I told him sorry, have a great night, and they both flipped me off as they drove away. (Leave replies letting me know if you want more stories, graveyards always get the fun customers 😂)

I have been cussed out so many times it doesn’t even register anymore. A new girl asked me once how I did it and all I can say is I’ve been called worse names by better people.

-Rodney

please don’t say you love me

Pairing: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso

Word Count: 2337

Setting: A concept: A couple near the beginning of time had a love so strong that it couldn’t be defeated by death, and so they were reincarnated over and over throughout different eras so that their love would always live on. (Soulmates!au) 

[AO3]


6

She feels him smile into her mouth, and wonders how many girls have tasted it on his lips.

“Jyn…” he mutters, pulling away yet close enough to see the flecks of brown in her green eyes. “It’s just me and you, here.”

She brushes the sand from the front of his shirt, buying herself time. “You say her name in your sleep.” she finally decides to say. He can deny it, he can admit to it.

“… Who?”

Liana.”

“… She’s not you, Jyn.”

“Did you love her?”

He is silent, which makes it worse: “Maybe. I don’t know,” she wishes she doesn’t like how his fingers card through her loose hair, “I was too busy trying to find her, too anxious to get to her, that I forgot to breathe. To think that maybe she didn’t want to be found.”

“What happened?” she longs to curl him into her, but he is the one who is sitting up, closing in on himself.

“She died. She died thinking that the only way she won’t be found is -”

“Cassian, don’t-”

17

She badly wants to remember. She can’t, though. Whenever she tries to squint, to place a name to the olive-skin, the taunt of his jaw, the slightly-crooked nose, the crows’ feet at the corner of his eyes, the melancholy-brown that makes up his eyes, the back of her head wants to cave in, to crush her mind into herself so she can’t think, can’t trace the man’s features long enough to recognize him.

Even his “Oh, Tanith.” can reach inside her ribcage and crush her heart. But she doesn’t know why. She doesn’t see how.

She aches for him to touch her: maybe then she’ll remember who he is, who she is, what they were.

But he doesn’t.

Every time he comes to see her, he never moves to touch her.


28

“What does your middle name mean?”

She looks behind her, to check that he is talking to her. She flushes as she turn back to the senior, but he is still grinning. “How - my middle name?”

“Yeah,” he points to the steps beside her, and doesn’t wait for her to sit. “Lyra. Sounds mythological.”

“It’s…” she clears her throat, tries to loosen her nerves, “It’s from my mother. She’s an astronomer.”

“Mine’s Jeron. It’s supposed to be about loyalty, or being trustworthy.” he looks away, grimacing at how that sounded.

“Are you?”

He grins when she doesn’t seem to retract how she emoted the question. “I think I am. I hope I am. Kay Soo Jr. is a hard friend to keep.”

She smirks, “Bodhi Rook seems to think that, too.”

“You know Rook?”

“My father is his mentor and I met him a few times when he comes over to my house.”

He is staring, he knows, but the way her lips bows - “Lucky Bodhi.”


33

“Better aim next time, Fulcrum.”  

“The next time you won’t be so lucky.” He closes his hand over her wrist, and takes the gun from her.

She lets him, because her hands can be free to yank his collar down, and smuggles the smirk from his lips, away into her pocket, for safe-keeping, for the warmth during a cold night.

“I have fifteen minutes, Catalyst.” he mutters against her chin, his other hand bunches at the base of her shirt.

She is standing on her tiptoes, so she yanks his belt, to pull him forward and into her, up against the damp alleyway wall. “You hope it’s enough.”


42

She walks around the manor once, gathers up the surveillance tools she broke a month ago, and throws them into a corner of the barn and locks it up.

The outskirts of Mexico City is quiet, but not for long. The sun is slowly rising, and Saw is due in an hour.

She waits until the servants backs out of the room before adding twice the amount of tea, adds only a drop of milk, and allows herself to stir thrice, and place the spoon on the saucer. The delicate tea set is staying on the table, not thrown and broken into pieces across the room. Her eyes scans out to the gardens, for a growl of cars, a flicker of vibrant-orange, a shade of ebony, a breeze of leather.

His mentor, Mothma, gives her a year - to decide whether she joins their cause for good, to heal (her words, never hers) - how can it be enough?

She does not know what is there for her to save, or destroy. She is born within the system, yet with the bloodline of rebels, instead of spies, unlike him; but the thing that they had in common, the very thing that drew them together, is how adapted they already are in being cards constantly at play. That box of cards, however, is scattered into the winds, collecting dust in Pakistan, tucked within books back in England, shoved under stone in China, or buried within the forest floor of Bosque de Chapultepec.  

Her once flawless hands are too rough against sewing needles or muslin cloths; the crease of her forehead is never smooth enough to charm, and her eyes are too dead for her old life.  

She stays in her dead husband’s loose trousers and shirt until the help knocks on her door to announce her godfather’s arrival. She slips into the master bedroom, takes out his favorite blue Victorian gown, and cinches her corset until she can’t properly breathe.

She fiddles with his ring on the chain around her neck, and thinks that she is drowning for another day.


45

She jerks to a stop and he takes the chance to pull them to the back of the building, into a carcass of a helicopter. “They’re ready to evacuate.”

“Good,” the foreign word falls from her lips, and he echoes her; his fingers follows how it shapes her mouth.

“General Solo’s supposed to tail me, but I’m meeting our team by the tower.” He sees how stained her army jacket is, and he reaches for her opposite shoulder instead; then perhaps he can let go easier. It is the wrong judgement, for she winces and covers her arms so hard his fingers are pushing down onto her bones. “Okay… I can go locate Lieutenant Skywalker.”

She tries to extract herself from his arms, but his hands takes her face and makes her face him again. “I’d rather you gather the rest of the wounded, but the second things start to fuck up,” he weaves his fingers into her messy braid, and tugs her forward, “You get out of here, you got me?”

She nods, her hands slips under his shirt. It is the sly adrenaline talking, but it has been so long since he has the time to abandon the need to think and just be.

“Kiss me.” she mutters before following swift with her own request.

The hint of iron, hot breath and the lick of invitation and he inhales it all deeply: the scent of her sweat, the tinge of dirt in her hair, and he does what he is told, again and again and again.

One more kiss, another whisper against her temple, “Transmission Tower-” he backs away from her, so close to not having to be further away ever again.

“- I will be waiting.” she finishes, and turns around without looking back.

(He will always remember her disappearing from him, like it is her burden, his curse, their fate, a cosmic joke.)


56

“Ten men is not an army of a hundred. It’s a suicide mission.”

He flinches, and his grip on his bag is about to loosen when he realizes that her grip on her arms aren’t. This is the Krestel Dawn he fell in love with, and it is also the woman who decides this civil war can be ignored if she just doesn’t dare to fight back.  

“My friends needs me. The scientist must be stopped.”

“They are my friends, too! How can you trust Draven again? Joreth, please-”

“I’m doing what’s right. It’s not about me choosing you, or the other way around.”

Her reflex makes her yell back: “This war has gone long enough and they are committing genocide! I would never make this about us!”

The paradox of his life wishes she had hit him instead.

“But don’t make me admit it-” she is not letting him close to her for this - “ - don’t make me admit I won’t survive losing you.”


64

Baze’s off-key singing - crowing, more like - wakes them, and he mutters against her collarbone that the stoves in his house is in perfect condition to avoid the labor of building a bonfire. She starts to smile so wide, that Kay glares at her when he bursts into the room to make his friend get up and help.

Leia and Bodhi starts to bicker about the best way to skin game, and Cassian joins, but not really taking sides. In the house, Chirrut lets her hover, and assigns her to take dishes and plates out, then when all’s set and done, stays by the fire and watches it crack open and blacken the wood. He joins her last, and with the whole group, indulges in the grilled protein and seasoned vegetables as dusk approaches. The forest closes in on them, but the laughter, the songs and the stories from Han’s adventures are, a long while since, not tainted by fear.

Jyn uses the opportunity of gather up more wood for air, so she sits on the pile of cherry wood and breathes.

She is thinking of it when motors grinds to a halt behind her. The pick axe is in her hand without her realizing it, and trained upon Anakin Skywalker, with his arms above his head. Even his mask over his mouth cannot disguise his grin.

“I bring friends.” The man exclaims, gesturing with a flourish behind him. Jyn runs forward to reach him then - to tear to hurt to pain - as Luke, with shackles still around his wrists, collapses.


77

“Willix, I’m at your six.”

“Copy that, Stardust. How’s the view?”

“I’ve seen better.” She knows he can hear her grin because she can hear his.

She reminds herself to complain to him how loud he grinds his boots against the pavement as he crawls forward. “Me in uniform, and with the sun setting as the backdrop? Take a picture -”

“- it lasts longer. It’s the fifth time you used that line on me. Civilians at eleven.”

“Copy that. And it still works, doesn’t it?” For her amusement, or just blatantly tries to copy Captain Solo’s antics, he flexes his backside mid-crawl, and she scoffs.  

“You wish.”

“Oh, I do. Target spotted. Are you with me?”

“All the way.”


85

“How did this happen?”

He in his tattered coat, his nails etches in the sleeves to stop himself from scratching his palms bloody. He wants Bodhi to stop repeating the question so he can go back to bed.

“We will have another plan.” Minister Organa looks at his through his stapled hands, “They took out a town to get to her and failed. Her cover is blown.”

“Jedha is my fault. But her cover remains intact. The mission can still continue.”

“Galen Erso made his choice. There is nothing left to do.” Some of his fiancé’s pain seeps through her words, and he wants her, wants to hold her, wants to chase away all the pain.

Leia gapes at him, “Cassian- it’s her father-”

“There’s no other way. Even she understands it.”

(Later, he leaves their bed and throws up.

As his prediction, she stills her heaving chest, but keeps her fingers in his hair. “You’re leaving, again.”

He bits his lip: he loathes how she is voicing it not as a question, but it lands between them, flat as a statement. She doesn’t even flinch now, when her father is mentioned.

“Remember me like this, then”, she says; choosing to press the words into his spine, over the ugliest parts of him, makes him writhe and tears jerk to the corners of his eyes, makes him feel how much she means it: “Don’t forget how you feel now, how you make me feel”.)


93

Her voice is emotionless. “You’re mad.” It’s a statement, and he feels heat climbs up his chest: one fuel from just the existence of her, and another from anger.

He wants to turn over, ignore her and she will eventually leave again, but he decides to look at her, creasing his bad cheek at the stiff pillow. “Does it matter? Are my feelings the answer to anything?” The light is dim enough his eyes struggles to seek out her silhouette. She does what she does best, always hiding from him, concealing even her eyes so he can’t read her.

“They do, for me.” The way she says it makes him want to forget she ever existed.

“If everyone has feelings-” he can’t make this about them, because she never allows him to refer it as what it is, “- they care about above others, the world will constantly be at war.”

“Only in war will your feelings matter to me. Only in war will we ever have met.”

The way she makes him feel makes him want not to exist.


100

“When was the last time you were in contact with your father?” Cassian Andor asks, moving up to her. His steps takes him from the bask of green light, and she sees him, all of him, in the garb of an Alliance captain.

“Fifteen years ago,” she says. Jyn doesn’t flinch this time.


110

Jyn! It’s Bodhi.

She fumbles with the comm, his blood slippery between her fingers. Their boots are dragging across the edge of the beach, and the salt water stings her legs.

We can see you! Hang on! We’re coming down -

She feels Cassian’s mouth move over her temple, and she clutches his waist closer to her, and feels his heart thundering.


A/N: i’m never good enough to make any other these aus to full-length fics so i’m cheating
i am also plagiarising myself with a hp ship fic in this format (x) & some scenes are from original works

Right To Be Wrong - Fred Weasley Imagine

A/N: hello, dearies! xD another request done! :D hope you guys like it! :)

Request:
Anonymous said: Hey! Could I request an imagine where the reader is draco’s sister but she’s a gryffindor and she is dating Fred and one day her and Draco get in a fight (they usually get along tho) and he tells their parents she’s dating fred out of revenge and yeah. Maybe you could take it from there? Thanks! Btw your writing is brilliant!! 

thanks for loving my writing, love! sorry it took so long! here it goes! :D a quick thanks to the lovely @lilmadhatter213 just for being amazing and for your help xD oh, and another thing to Draco’s lovers, he doesn’t really come off well here! sorry about that!

Warnings: Malfoy family abuse! (I am putting it as a warning because abuse is abuse whether is a slap in the face or anything else so…) 

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

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Right To Be Wrong

“Love, I have to go” (Y/N) said chuckling as her boyfriend gave her another kiss on the lips.

“I know” Fred said smugly without letting go of her and continuing to place kisses down her neck.

“Fred!” she said biting her lip to try and stop giggling. “I was supposed to meet Draco ten minutes ago! He hates it when I’m late” she said pushing him off and smiling as he pouted.

“Why do you have to spend the afternoon with him again?” he complained as (Y/N) composed herself.

“He’s my brother, Fred” she said giving him a quick peck on the lips. “And the only one in my family who doesn’t look at me as if I was a complete failure for being in Gryffindor” he reminded him.

Fred sighed. “Fine” he said as she got up and faced him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I love you, Malfoy” he said giving her a peck on the lips.

“I love you more, Weasley” she told him kissing him again.

“That’s not possible, love” he said giving her another kiss and before they knew it, they were heading down the path where they were not too long ago.

“Fred” she said between kisses. “I have to go” she said pulling away and he pouted again. “I’ll be back before you know it” she said chuckling at him making big puppy eyes at her.

“Want me to walk you?” he asked holding her hands in his.

“That’s alright, love” she said with a small smile and kissing his cheek. “I’ll see you later” she yelled running out of his dorm. “Oh, hi George” he heard her say outside the door before his twin returned the greeting and appeared inside his dorm.

“Where is she going off so quickly?” he asked confused.

“To see her delightful brother” Fred said making an annoyed face.

“Honestly, mate. I don’t know how you do it. Put up with Malfoy and all” he mocked her.

“Well, (Y/N) is worth it. She’s nothing like her family” Fred told his brother.

“Oh, I know that” George told him. “It’s actually amazing how she does it” he pointed out. “I would’ve run away by now with a family like hers” he told him.

“You and me both” Fred said.

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Woo hoo, Klaroline IS coming! Okay, now I have that out of my system…

I’m back with another fusion drabble. This initial premise is from the 1997 Alicia Silverstone film called Excess Baggage. All italicised text is quotes from the movie (and a bonus Cher quote from Clueless) and chapter title and lyrics from the soundtrack. Thanks also lovely Jo @fanfantasticworld for the awesome cover. 

Trying to get attention from her wealthy, workaholic father, Caroline stages her own kidnapping throwing her into the path of car thief Klaus Mikaelson.

One Headlight

“There’s got to be something better than in the middle
But me and Cinderella we put it all together
We can drive it home, with one headlight.” (The Wallflowers)

Beverly Hills, Los Angeles

“How stupid do you think I am, huh?” He asked pointedly.

“How stupid is there?” She growled by way of response.

“You know, I once stole a Ferrari with a Chihuahua in the back. He made less noise than you do.”

“Are you always this charming to your captives?”

“Only the ones that won’t shut the hell up,” he groaned, changing the radio station to something decidedly less manufactured. When he woke up this morning, the last thing he expected was to have an unexpected stowaway on this particular job.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded, covering her ears as the sounds of Metallica burst through the speakers, filling the car. “I’m a strictly Britney Spears and Taylor Swift kind of girl.”

“Figures,” he scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“Rich, spoilt brat likes girlie pop music,” he drawled. “How original.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“On the contrary I have learnt more than I need to know about you in the past fifteen minutes because you haven’t stopped rambling in my ear. Trust me, I’m regretting ever removing that gag from your mouth.”

“Well, it isn’t my fault you kidnapped me,” she growled, pulling at the tight restraints bounding her wrists together.

“Yes,” he muttered. “I was the one who threw you in the trunk of your own car. I may be a thief but I’m not into abduction and excess baggage, especially with someone as high maintenance as you, princess.”

“Says the guy with the warm personality,” she shot back. “So, where are you taking me?”

“I was thinking the nearest mall,” he murmured, his eyes trained firmly on the road. “I’m sure you’re just dying to do some shopping or whatever it is you do with your time.”

“So, that’s what you think? I’m just a ditz with a credit card?”

“You said it not me, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want to go to the mall,” she pouted.

“Since when did I become a bloody cab service? Okay, how about a spa? You could get one of those mani-pedi things.”

“A callous car thief knows something about beauty treatments?”

“Now who’s typecasting whom?” He shot back for her benefit. “What can I say, I have a little sister that won’t shut up, she kind of actually reminds me of you, princess.”

“I have a name you know.”

“And I have no interest in knowing it given you’ll be out of the car in a few minutes hopefully,” he muttered.

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I feel like when discussing this album, a lot has been made of its relationship to drugs, and my own personal relationship with drugs. I’ve talked about it in the press as openly as I can because it is so important for me that this album register to people as being as true and as honest and as rooted in reality as possible.

But I never wanted this record to be mired too deep in darkness either. My life wasn’t all drugs and addiction, rehab/relapse, and sickness. I also met and fell in love with someone.

On “Dopamine”, i say about Sky “you’re the sun and I was your cloud”, which is literally how I felt so many times we were together, and her name kinda made the metaphor feel doubly appropriate. I guess I also kinda carried it over to “Under the Sun” which deep down is just a love song, meant to be moment of levity amongst the heaviness of a lot of the rest of the record. No matter where you are, no matter what happens, I’m here. I don’t think I would have made it out if it weren’t for love. Not really sure what else to say.

"That one" she said as she pointed vaguely at the meat case (From my meat department days)

So honestly this story is, in my opinion, better than the last story I told here. I had forgotten about this until I was thinking about other petty stuff I did while I worked in a meat department.

So in case you’ve never seen a meat department there is a long cooler with glass and you can look at the meat we have. We stood on the other side and would grab your meat, weigh it, then package it.

So one of my pet peeves when people would just point and say “I’ll have two of those” it was really difficult to see what they were pointing to so I’d try to take an educated guess as to what they wanted and ask if it was correct. Most of the time they would get the hint and read the label so I knew what to grab.

This one pudgy lady comes in and waddles up to the case. I greet her with my fake customer service smile and she points and grunts. I ask her “Ma'am do you want the x?” and she just looks at me dead in the eyes and says “That” And looks back down at the case. I’m totally confused and her finger could be pointing at like six different things.

I bend down to look and see if I can tell where she is pointing but I have no idea. So I start naming off things in the general vicinity. She kept responded with more agitated “Thats”. After some time I start thinking she might be illiterate and I felt bad. So I walk around to the front of the case to see if I can tell what she is pointing at. She starts pounding on the glass with her finger saying “That one right there” and her finger was in such a vague area I had no idea what she was asking for.

So I go back around the case and ask “How many would you like?” and she says “A few” so I picked out the most expensive thing in the area and put six of them in a package. The total rang up to be about $75 if I remember correctly.

I handed her the package after weighing it up and she walked away without even looking at the label to see I gave her the right thing.

I had no idea what she was trying to accomplish because it was pretty clear I had no idea what she wanted. And when I asked clarifying questions she didn’t really respond. So I sold a shit load of stuff to her and got a thumbs up from my boss for making a big sale.

“Y'know, we could’ve planned this out a bit better,” she starts once she’s buckled and seated, “Or you could’ve just sent me like – an apology letter, or somethin’ – that might’ve sufficed.”

From the corner of her eye, she can see him pout his lip out at her, his arm swinging around the back of her seat so he can back out of the parking spot, “There’s no fun in that. Thought this would be more from the heart, and figured you deserved it – really – I know you probably didn’t fancy the sight of me – y'know  –”

“Balls deep?”

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Brook’s second day in SS is going slightly more tolerably than the first. Mr. Samuels has assigned an entirely new worksheet packet, but thankfully, the topic is the same, so she is crunches her way through it somewhat decently.

After she is done, she decided is due a little reward. A large-sized coffee drink would be a good choice after all that trigonometry.

- Hi, Kayla, can I get that large Vanilla Latte?

Kayla: One large Vanilla Latte is coming right up.

As she prepares the drink, both she and Holly turn to grin at the newcomer.

- Hi Terry! What’s up?

- It’s Terrence. How many times do I have to say that? My name’s Terrence,  not Terry.

Wow, what a prick, thinks Brook. Who even acts like this? Oh, that’s right. The person whose preferred name sounds like it belongs to a stuffy old professor.

Holly: Come on, man. We’re just kidding. What will it be? 

Terrence: You know me. My regular, the Ctulhu. Gotta get that coffee kick.

Kayla: Still working on that play?

Terrence: That’s right. One day, it’ll blow you all away.

Holly: We’ll be waiting for it.

Just as Brook expected, Terrence opens up his laptop at the table next to hers and begins typing away like a maniac. 

Looks like his coffee drink lived up to its name after all.

I Love You. - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Requested by @princessshelbyy3 -  Liam imagine where you and he are having problems lately then later on he freaks during lacrosse and you end up calming him in the locker room and he tell you he loves you (for the first time maybe)

Word Count: 2,387

Warning: Feeling useless (Not sure if this a trigger for some people, but just in case.)

Author’s Note: Because I have seen other imagines very similar to this one, I had to change it up a lot. I hope you understand and I hope you still like it.

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by inderlander

Liam and I were having another spat. I’ll admit this time it’s my fault… again. However, I can’t help but feel jealous about Hayden. Ever since she became a chimera and asked Liam to help her, I turned a little green with envy. They were constantly together, attended pack meetings together, and he’s even cancelled several dates because of something supernatural related. I’m always the one left out and never included in Liam’s supernatural world.

I get why Liam doesn’t involve me in his supernatural life. I’m not like him. I’m just a regular clumsy girl with no super strength or powers. He only keeps me away from his supernatural world to protect me, so he says. But how is keeping me away protecting me? I worry about him every night he’s out. Terrible scenarios run though my mind every time I notice he’s not in class and skipped school for whatever reason.

The constant worry of about Liam’s life, Liam shutting me out, and with Hayden in the picture, I couldn’t help the horrible feeling of Liam leaving me for Hayden. They not only have so much in common, but they belong in the same world. A world I’ll never be a part of.

Except tonight, I refuse to be left out, whether Liam likes it or not.

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A Slip of the Tongue (F!Corrin x Kaze)


A submission by @scalding-coffee-cup


Kaze is as swift as he is silent; as cautious as he is punctual. By the time the sun has finished setting, he’s already entered her private quarters, perched on the same spot on the windowsill.

She always greets him with a gentle smile and extended arms. “Welcome home,” is the first thing that leaves her lips.

They embrace, tell each other about their day and lie down in bed. Tonight goes a little differently, however. Kaze catches a glimpse of the ring on Corrin’s finger.

“You… wore your engagement ring today?” He asks.

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Beneath the lake

Originally posted by emmawathson

Request -   Hey! Can u write a Cedric Diggory x reader where he saves u from the mermaids in the second task

Pairing - Cedric Diggory X Reader

Wordcount - 463

Warnings - N/A

Author’s Note - Got a request, send them in. Betrayal Part 3 is next. 


                                                Cedric’s Point of View

The nerves racked my body as I mentally prepared for the second task, I knew I was looking for something but unaware of what. I seemed to be already missing someone. I scanned through the crowds trying to spot my girlfriend, (Y/N). It was not like her to be late. In fact, she’s never late. Come on (Y/N) where are you? She would never miss the second task. She has come to every single one of my Quidditch matches, even in the brutalist of weather. She stood front row in the stands while I faced the Swedish short snout, before that day I had never seen her display so many emotions at one time before. Regardless, of how crazy and absurd I was for putting my name in the goblet in the first place. She stood there in my corner being incredibly supportive. So as each moment passed, I had a reason to be anxious for her welfare. 

A sound acknowledged the beginning of the second task. I divided in the water using the bubble head charm, swimming deeper into the murky water. Visibility was difficult to say the least. How am I supposed to search when I can hardly see? As much as my mind was on battling the task ahead of me, my mind kept heading back to (Y/N) I just hoped she was okay. 

For several minutes, I searched finding nothing. Absolutely nothing. Until I could hear a faint singing in the distance, filled with curiosity I swam in the direction of the beautiful melody that echoed through the water. Soon I entered an area of water, filled with old runes, observing my surroundings, I noticed four floating figures. Gathering speed, I moved towards the runes noticing there was something familiar about the second to last body. As my eyes adjusted, I knew why I sensed something familiar about the body. It was (Y/N). At first thought, she looked like she was sleeping. Mermaids surrounded the runes looking like spectators yet guards all at the same time. Cautiously, I approached (Y/N) preparing my wand for any possible dangers that I could come across as I approached (Y/N). Once she was detached, I wrapped my arms around her, swimming us back to the water.

Breaking the surface, (Y/N) began breathing, spluttering as the ripples of the waves hit us. I lifted her out of the water onto the dock before lifting myself out of the water. People handed us towels, so we could warm up, wrapping my arm around her shoulder as she leant into my body heat. 

“You saved me” (Y/N) spoke as I placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. I’d always save her even if I had to go to the bottom of the lake to save her…   

Unexpected Date Night (NaLu Fanfiction)

She didn’t know what to expect from tonight. It wasn’t like every night was date night; her boyfriend of three months was expected to be late, she didn’t doubt that.

She didn’t even remember how she met him. They talked to each other at a Fairy Tail concert once, and that was that. He was extremely kind to her, but his boyfriend abilities weren’t.

In fact, Lucy couldn’t remember the last time they had gone on an official date.

Lucy was quite surprised when he had accepted her offer to go out tonight; she wasn’t expecting him to say anything at all. To say the least, she and her boyfriend hadn’t had many moments alone since the time they had started dating.

“Are you ready to order, Miss?” the waitress asked, coming up to her table, “or are you waiting on someone?”

Lucy nodded, “He’ll be here soon. It’s okay, we’ll order together.”

The waitress nodded, eying the clock nearby and giving her a small smile. She made her exit, leaving Lucy alone at the table once again.

She sighed, taking out her phone and mindlessly surfing through her feed on various apps. An idea struck her as she quickly opened up her messaging platform and opening his number.

“Where are you?”

She sighed, placing her phone down. It would be a while before she got a reply, if one at all. She knew that.

Lucy sat there, trying to find something to entertain her as someone caught her eye.

A lone boy was sitting at another table, eying his menu with disgust. He was busy complaining to a… was that a cat? Lucy caught a few words of what he was saying, including ‘overpriced’ and ‘rip off’.

What was most peculiar about him though, was his giant head of bright pink hair. Lucy looked at him in awe, although she was a little disturbed by his company.

“Are you waiting for someone, Miss?” another waiter came up to her. Lucy quickly averted her gaze and looked at the waiter.

“Yeah, he should be here any minute now,” she apologized. The waiter nodded with a sympathetic smile, before retreating back into the kitchen.

Lucy sighed, sinking low into her chair as she opened her phone again, staring at the message she had sent to her boyfriend fifteen minutes ago. He was already one hour late, and Lucy was getting worried.

The waiters and people sitting around her were beginning to notice the young girl sitting alone at the table for two. Of course, Lucy knew exactly what happened. He had stood her up. He had to have.

Lucy plastered on a fake smile as she quickly grabbed her purse, tears threatening to escape her eyes.

Suddenly, in one swift motion, someone had joined her at her table. Lucy perked up, looking back at the person, expecting to see her boyfriend. She got no such surprise.

Sitting down across from her standing figure was none other than the pink-haired boy she had been looking at across the room a little while ago.

He gave her a devilish smirk as he gestured for her to sit down.

“Sorry, Princess, I didn’t notice you! I was sitting at another table, it won’t happen again,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear. He then added in a low voice only for her ears, “I’m Natsu, by the way. Just go with it, ‘aight? The guy who stood you up is a jerk.”

Lucy gaped at him. The boy who’s name was apparently Natsu started petting his cat carelessly.

“Speaking of jerk… I’m really hungry. Meh, when am I not hungry, actually? Yo, Waiter-Dude! Get me some beef jerky, will ya’? Extra jerky.”

The waiter rushed over, looking at the two of them curiously. Lucy gulped, only mustering a small nod.

“Uh… make that two?” she said uncertainly. The waiter nodded, quickly going into the kitchen and leaving the two teenagers behind him.

“I never did get your name, did I? You got mine, dude. No fair,” Natsu whined. Lucy shot him a look.

“It’s Lucy.”

“Right, Luigi. Nice to meet you,” Natsu said, taking out his phone and showing something to his cat. “This is Happy, by the way.”

“Uh… It’s Lucy, and I’m pretty sure this restaurant has a no pet policy,” Lucy informed him, gesturing over to the large sign at the front door.

“Crap!” Natsu exclaimed, pushing Happy under the table and turning back to Lucy. “You didn’t see that.”

“Of course I didn’t.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence, and soon enough, two plates of jerky were set in front of them. Natsu looked at it in disgust.

“Hey, Waiter-Dude! I’m pretty sure I asked for extra jerky. This doesn’t look like extra to me,” he called. The waiter quickly rushed over, taking the plate from Natsu’s side of the table and shoving it into the crook of his elbow.

Once he was out of sight, Natsu turned back to Lucy.

“So… you have a boyfriend?” he asked as he watched Lucy take a bite from her jerky. Lucy rolled her eyes.

“Telling by the fact you saved me from humiliation just a few minutes ago because of that boyfriend, I’d say yes.”

Natsu raised his eyebrow. “He sounds like a douche,” he said. Lucy shrugged.

“I actually thought he was nice, but… well… things have changed and-”

“You’ve finally realized what a waste of time he is?” Natsu cut her off. His eyes widened as a plate twice as big was set down in front of him. “That’s more like it!”

Lucy ate one bite of jerky as Natsu ate four. She watched in amusement as he scarfed down his plate in mere minutes.

“You… sure were hungry, weren’t you?” she asked pointedly. Natsu shrugged.

“Like I said, I’m always hungry,” he said, before summoning the waiter again and asking for more food. “And this time add three squirts of hot sauce!”

“… Right…” Lucy drawled, before setting down her fork. “Listen, Natsu, about this whole thing, I just wanted to say-“

“Yeah yeah, don’t bore me with words, Luigi. You’re welcome,” Natsu interrupted again.

“HEY! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT LUIGI?”    

“What?” Natsu asked, dumbfounded. “Isn’t that your name?”

“NO! FOR THE LAST TIME, IT’S LUCY!”

“Oh. I knew that, Luigi.”

“Grrr…”

“You’re such a weirdo, gosh,” Natsu said, before summoning the waiter again. “That wasn’t enough hot sauce, dude. And give me something new, spice things up a bit, will you? The food here is boring me.”

“You sure do eat a lot,” Lucy commented. Natsu shrugged, happily accepting the plate of jerky the waiter gave him.

“This better have some good sauce on it, I’m looking at you, Waiter-Dude,” he said, before taking a test bite. It didn’t take long before he slurped up the entire plate. “Trash! Crap! Disgusting! BRING ME MORE HOT SAUCE!!!”

“NATSU!” Lucy wailed, “you’re embarrassing us!”

“SO?!” Natsu exclaimed, “I NEED HOT SAUCE MAN!”

“Alright, that’s it, I’m done here,” Lucy said, getting up and grabbing her purse. She couldn’t help but smile at his expression. Ha. Take that, Natsu.

“But… who’s gonna pay…?” he asked softly.

“GRRRRRR NATSUUUU!!!” She swiftly wacked him on the head, before storming out the front door.

It wasn’t long till Natsu ran up to her, throwing his hand on her shoulder and whirling her around.

“Hey! Why’d you leave, Weirdo?” he asked. Lucy pouted, but she couldn’t help wonder why her heart was suddenly beating fast at his touch.

“Hmph, well, I guess it’s because… because… it was getting hot in there?”

“Oh, okay. Well now we’re outside… and I wanted to ask you something, too,” Natsu said.  Lucy perked up.

“What? What did you want to ask me?” she asked.

Natsu gulped. “Um… well… I guess I… it’s kind of hard to say?”

Lucy frowned. “Well, alright. Thanks anyway,” she said, before beginning to walk away from him.

“Wait! Luigi!”

“How many times do I have to say this, my name is-”

“Can I be your fire dragon roar?”

Lucy stopped. Her eyes widened as his words sunk in.

“My fire dragon what?” she settled on asking.  Natsu bit his lip anxiously.

“Ah, sorry… let me rephrase that… will you… uh… be the key to my, um, heart?” he asked. Lucy coughed.

“You’re not making any sense,” she stated, deadpanning him a look.

Natsu groaned. “I’m TRYING to be cheesy, alright?! People say that’s what girls like, so… well, actually, you’re a weirdo, so lemme try this again.”

Lucy just stood there.

“I’m going to speak weirdo language now, alright? You should have no trouble understanding since it’s your mothertongue.”

“JUST ASK ME OUT ALREADY!” Lucy bellowed.

Natsu froze; his ears turned as pink as his hair.

“Uh… right, well… would you like to, ya know, go out sometime?” he asked in a small voice.

Lucy’s lips quirked up into a smile. She grinned happily, nodding.

“Once I break up with my douche of a boyfriend, absolutely!” she said, tugging at his jacket.

Natsu suddenly smirked.

“Can I borrow your phone for a second?” he asked. Lucy looked at him.

“Why…?” she asked. Natsu groaned.

“Quit making this difficult and just hand me your phone!” he exclaimed. Lucy sighed, but complied nonetheless. Once Natsu had her phone in his hands, he quickly went to her phone app and dialed a number.

“Who are you calling?” Lucy asked.

Natsu grinned. “Well, the contact information says I’m calling Boyfriend With Three Hearts, so…”

Lucy gasped. “What?! What are you doing I-”

“Hello?” a voice said from her phone. Natsu quickly put the phone on speaker and gestured for Lucy to talk.

“Uh… hi! Where were you tonight?” she asked.

“Oh! Sorry, Lucy! I was busy tonight. And my phone doesn’t work anymore.”

Lucy glared at her phone. “Your phone doesn’t work anymore??” she growled, “then how do you explain this right now?”

“Uh…”

Natsu suddenly grinned, taking this as his clue.

“HEY FIRE BRAINS, THIS IS NATSU, LUCY’S NEW BOYFRIEND!!” he yelled into her phone, “YOU’VE BEEN DUMPED, RECYCLED, AND THROWN INTO THE CELLARS YOU PIECE OF JERKY-WTH-NO-HOT-SAUCE! EVEN HAPPY HATES YOU, AND HE’S A CAT!!!

Lucy suddenly started laughing.

“NOW GET THE HELL OUTTA LUIGI’S LIFE, YA HEAR ME? YOU WORTHLESS IGNORANT LITTLE PIECE OF… AGH JUST GET LOST, OKAY? YOU MADE LUIGI SAD TONIGHT, AND WHOEVER MAKES LUIGI SAD HAS TO ANSWER TO ME. YOU HEAR THAT?” Natsu bellowed.

Lucy grabbed her cheeks to stop the pain from laughing so hard.

“NOW FORGET ABOUT THIS NUMBER, THROW AWAY EVERY PHOTO YOU HAVE WITH LUIGI, AND JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF MY EAR-RANGE!!!” Natsu shouted, clicking the end call button with a ferociously hard movement.

Lucy grabbed Natsu, trying to hold herself up from her peels of continuous laughter. Natsu looked down at her with a disgruntled expression. He immediately grinned upon seeing her state.

“That’s better,” he said softly. Lucy tried hard to wrap her arms around him, but it was proven to be impossible due to her condition at that moment.

Natsu did much to help her as he enveloped himself around her figure. He couldn’t help but let out a few laughs of his own.

The two stood there, laughing their heads off as they hugged each other, not wanting to let go in the slightest.

A beautiful morning: MC x Kagetsugu

For you, dear @manju-girl
You can find my other fics with the tag #kan’s fic

Rating: 😏😏😏
••• “I love that name. It’s as cute as you are"•••

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Another morning comes in Echigo. Winter nearly ends as snow falls less and less.
MC’s busy making breakfast. She wants to make some extra hot tea for Kagetsugu to warm him up.
“Alright! This should be good enough. I hope he will like it. This can make him feel better.”
Kagetsugu caught a fever two days ago. He fell into the river when he tried to save her. She didn’t mean to. All she wanted was getting some fresh fish for his special dinner.
“I’m coming. Lord Kagetsugu, here is your breakfast. I also made some hot tea for you.”
“Thanks.”
As always, he doesn’t say much, but having breakfast with him is more than enough for her.
“Why didn’t you eat with others?”
“I want to look after you. It was my fault that ….”
“I already said it’s ok.”
“But…I…..I can’t leave you like this. Not now. Please let me stay here with you.”
He sighs, turns his face away to hide his blush. He has never been in the situation like this. He’s not used to woman and doesn’t know how to treat her properly.
She is a weird girl who insists on staying near him although he keeps being cold towards her.
He is a samurai. He will someday die on a battlefield, so he doesn’t want to be invole in any romantic relationship. He wants to exchange his strength and his death for the glory of the Uesugi clan, not permanent sorrow for the ones who are important to him.
“Wah, the snow is falling. It’s so beautiful. The winter in Echigo is wonderful, milord. I’m sure the spring will be much more splendid.”
Her cheerful voice spreads through his mind, her bright eyes captures his gaze, her childish look makes his heart skips a beat.
“N…nice day, isn’t it?” He whispers, still looking at her.
“Did you say something, milord?” She turns to him, staring with her beautiful eyes.
“No!” He hurriedly looks away so that she can’t notice his blush.
It reaches over his limit now. Her eyes, her face, her gesture, her hair,…They are so beautiful that he can’t calm himself anymore.
“I’m sure you did!” She smiles mischievously, “please say that again.”
“I said nothing. You must be mistaken.”
“I did hear it, Tsugutsugu. It is rare to hear you compliment.”
“Don’t get it wrong. I don’t remember saying anything. And how many times have I told you I’m not Tsugutsugu!”
“I love that name. It’s as cute as you are, Tsugutsugu.”
He walks away as he can’t stand it anymore. He’s blushing fiercely after seeing her mischievous but bright smile. He walks as fast as he can so that she won’t know his face is all red now.
Sadly, he fails as she finally manages to grab his arm.
“You….you…don’t have to run like that…” She’s must be out of breath after running such a long way.
“I didn’t run” He replies, his face is still as red as a tomato.
Noticing his blush, she grins mischievously “You. Are. So. Cute. Tsugutsugu.”
“My name is not Tsugutsugu.” Now he blushes even more firecely.
“You and your nickname are cute.”
“Shut it.”
He countinously shakes his arm but she refuses to let it go. Her face is full of joy while his can’t be more red than it is now.
“Look, milord. A flower. It’s blooming. Does that mean the spring has come?” She suddenly says and turns her attention to the nearby flower.
He turns to her. He can feel a new feeling has appeared inside him. It keeps blooming and blooming like that little flower.
“Spring…our first spring…"He murmurs under his breath. His voice is too soft for her to hear.
“Ahh, your face is all red, milord. Does your fever come back? Oh no, let’s go back to your room.”
“Hey, slow down. I’m fine. I’m totally fine. Do you even listen to me?

I’ve watched the make out scene about 300 times or something, but I’ve also watched the beginning scene probably the same amount of times, and every time I do I notice a little something else.

That scene was so many levels of domestic, I cannot even begin to explain!!

Cause Carl keeps banging that ball on the wall as Michonne and Rick talk about the toothpaste (and I mean can we just talk about how totally comfortable Michonne is appearing in front of Rick with just her bathrobe on and the towel wrapped around her head, and Rick is totally cool with that as well, so fucking married!!), and then Michonne calls Carl’s name, but she says it with a tone, like she’s saying “STOP!” because she’s annoyed about the ball’s noise, and Carl answers “What?!” in kind of an annoyed voice as well, cause he sensed her tone and he can tell she’s annoyed over the ball, and he’s annoyed that she’s annoyed because Denise said it’s PT. And then Rick tells him to come talk to them in person, to force him to be polite, and then Michonne tells him that it’s time to change his bandage and that she needs toothpaste, and then he goes “ok, but I’m out of toothpaste”, and he leaves to wait for Michonne to come change the bandage, because it’s already implied that Michonne is the one who’s gonna be doing that, just like his mom would, and then off goes Michonne after him to change the bandage and I just UGH!!!

It was such an all around domestic, family, parenting moment in every single way!!! I cannot get over it!! And then all the gloriousness at the end of the ep AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I just can’t believe we actually got all this, how can we be this blessed?!

Thank you, Scott Gimple!!!