i fought with them for two hours

Ok, so, even after aaaalll this time I’m still seeing quite a lot of people who continue on bashing Sakura and saying how useless she is and how she always cries and how Hinata is much stronger and so on and so forth…


So let’s try to start from the very beginning. I get it, she was hardcore fangirl in the first part but c’mon, you have to admit that at some point in your life you acted the same towards someone you really, really liked… 
Sakura was taking care of those two, guarding them and staying awake for hours, keeping them safe. 

Then the three ninja appeared and even tho she was very tired, she still fought them and managed to hold them off enough so others can come and help too.

Later in the exams, despite loosing, she showed a nice power against Ino and please bear in mind that Ino is from a powerful clan unlike Sakura who is from a normal family. After that, she showed genjutsu skills, she was one of the few who didn’t get affected by the genjutsu and that’s how she managed to free Naruto and the others from it. Then when they tracked Sasuke, Naruto was scared, he was actually shaking when he saw the monster in front of him and when Gaara sprung ahead to kill Sasuke, Sakura was the one to stand and protect Sasuke which resulted in her getting caught. 

She shows concern for her friends and is selfless. She is ready to throw herself in between two of the most powerful attacks only to stop those two idiots. And imagine what would have happened if Kakashi hadn’t come in time.

They say that she placed a big burden on Naruto and that she is using him to bring Sasuke back and yet she realized her mistake the moment Naruto came back from the failed attempt in bringing Sasuke back. She swore to get stronger and take off the burden she placed upon Naruto. She started training with Tsunade and indeed got stronger. She healed a lot of people.

She saved Kankuro’s life. Even Chiyo was impressed by her skills.

Then when they were sent to retrieve Gaara. She defeated Sasori. Yes, Chiyo helped her but Sakura showed incredible skills on her own. Sasori praised her on a few occasions.

After that, Naruto was damaged by the Kyuubi’s chakra. It was Sakura who healed him. Even tho she was in pain, she did everything to make the wounds heal faster. 

Then, she had her little moments that I’m going to skip. Let’s concentrate on the bigger ones like the attack on Konoha. She helped a looot of injured ppl uncluding Hinata. If it wasn’t for Sakura, Hinata would have died. 

She even saved Karin and cried on her.

After that, war time, I don’t have to mention that she again saved a lot of people and caugh the White Zetsu.

She also activated her seal and managed to do some impressive work on defeating a lot of enemies.

She summoned Katsuyu and healed everyone on the battlefield… quite the amount if you ask me…

Of course Naruto being one of them :)) 

She also pretty much helped Shikamaru, she kept him alive and gave him chakra until Naruto recovered enough to give them all chakra.

Oh c’mon, I don’t have to say that she saved Naruto’s life.

They say how she was super scared when she encountered Madara. Then again, was Hinata going to be less scared? Or was she going to do that..?

Distract him a little so Naruto and Sasuke can think of sth. And look at her, she is enduring it, pushing the fear away and doing everything in her powers to fight him. 

It was thanks to her that Obito was able to find Sasuke, otherwise, they were doomed…

And she also saved Obito. If it wasn’t for her, the acid would have splashed him instead and … bye bye Obi~

If I remember correctly, Sasuke and Naruto were just about to seal Kaguya away but it would have been another fail. If it wasn’t for Sakura, Kaguya would have escaped them once again.

she also healed those two bakas when they fought

And what did Hinata do?

She did helped Naruto by protecting him from Pain. But don’t take Naruto’s rage that deeply ok. He thought that she was dead and she was his friend so it’s only normal to react like that. It would have been Shikamaru or Kiba or someone else from his friends, he would have reacted the same way.

And yes, she has the byakugan and is able to do a lot of things thanks to it but what would have happened if she didn’t have it????

and what the hell is that? Make your own Ninja Way girl, don’t copy Naruto’s

She is cute and compassionate and has decent power but some things I just can’t forgive about her character. Fuck Trollmoto tho…

I have to say that I do not hate Hinata but I at the same time I don’t like her that much. She had the potential to become more confident and strong individual but she was left submissive and with almost no confidence.


Now let’s pay some attention to the NaruSaku and MinaKushi stuff. They say that Hinata is like Minato. Indeed the both of them are on the quiet side but other than that what? Minato often throws jokes and he often smiles and grins and he tends to be a little goofy. He is also pretty smug when torturing Kakashi and Obito in their trainings and trying to make them work as a team. Hinata … errr…. 

Minato calms Kushina = balance. When did Hinata calmed Naruto? 

here??? (lets not mention how Neji was dead in her feet and she was thinking how warm Naruto’s hand was) *CRINGE*

I do know that it is war time and there isn’t that much time for grieving but she could have at least hugged Neji and told him “Thank you for always being there for me” or sth like that. At least a reaction like Rock Lee or TenTen would have been good but she just stood and watched…

And oh well, sorry to disappoint you but that scene is kinda copied..

*cough* *cough*

Say whatever you want but Kushina’s line stays the same 
“Find someone like your mother”  

And Minato considered Sakura as Naruto’s girlfriend and stated how she was like Kushina. And Sakura and Minato actually worked together.

And they also share some similarities…

If we include the movies. Naruto was saved by Sakura a lot of times. Like in Road to Ninja, she fought Obito/Menma. 

The Blood Prison, she kept him alive enough for Ryuuzetsu to help him.

And in The Last (which is the bullshit of the bullshits) she was healing him and transfering chakra into him for days. She saved his life again.

Even in Boruto the movie when they were attacked, she fought and evacuated the people. Later, healed them.

Including Hinata who instead of staying with her children in such dire situation, sprung to help Naruto only to be knocked out instantly and risking her own life against oponent she has NO chance at even scratching. (what would have happened if the enemy injured her more seriously or worse - killed her? the kids would have been without mother. She is too reckless.)

and that shit about Naruto loving her because of the rivalry? Oh well, you still remember 235 ep right? He said how he fell in love with her sweet smile and all those cheesy things. They shared so many moments.

First thing he mutters is “Sakura-chan”

Unlike Hinata, who was placed in Sasuke’s place in The Last. The moment when they were little and she “was with him from day one” Sakura actually was with him when they were little (alongside Shikamaru, Kiba, Sasuke and Choji and even Ino. Yes, they weren’t playing that much but they still shared some moments. Hinata tho, Naruto just saved her once from some bullies…)

And lookie, we even have the red thread of love

And let’s not forget how she cherished the flower and blushed the whole time

All and all

And also not to mention that Naruto and Sakura would have been not only like Minato and Kushina but also like Hashirama and Mito. Hashirama is a sunny guy like Naruto and Mito is Uzumaki and all Uzumaki are loud and cheerful and energetic like Kushina (and therefore Sakura). And we can also add Jiraiya and Tsunade, the way they acted was the same way the other couples act. Even Rin and Obito are the same (despite Rin being a little gentler) and Yaiko and Konan too. So this is going on through generations, ever since the Warring Eras with Mito and Hashirama to the other war stricken eras with Jiraiya and Tsunade, Konan and Yahiko to the more modern era with Obito and Rin and Kushina and Minato to the peace era with Naruto and Sakura.

And here is some amazing fanart, seriously even if I wasn’t a NaruSaku fan, I would have still being able to notice those things. Hinata is cute but she really isn’t that strong. If she wasn’t from the noble clan she wouldn’t have been able to fend for herself. Sakura on the other hand is not from such a clan but she manages to surpass Tsunade who is known as the strongest woman. I’m a person who sticks to facts.

I hope you can agree with me…. :)) I myself want Kishimoto to fuck everyone and just write a special NaruSaku manga where they end up together… no more bullshits!!!

anonymous asked:

Hey sorry do you know any ‘being a couple for a case’ fic ? Thank you'

I CERTAINLY DO. It’s one of my favourite tropes of ALL TIME. Like, I reread these fics ALL THE TIME. I am just SO SAD that there’s no long-fic really strictly from Sherlock’s POV. Like I would LOVE for a fic where we see Sherlock’s thought processes about trying to get John to be his date / partner / whatever. 

FAKE RELATIONSHIP 

ANYWAY. I added a few onto this list here, but here’s a full list of the ones in my bookmarks.

  • Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M | 55,126 w.) Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for. [[**FAVE. You have to check this one out!**]]
  • I can’t pretend by Salambo06 (E | 7,692 w.) - They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband. [[AHHH so much pining John, I love it. Sherlock is so good to him!!]]
  • A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E | 16,825 w.) John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica [[FAVE!!! MUST READ!!]]
  • Twelfth Night by yourdykeinshiningarmor (E | 15,139 w.) - John is invited to his aunt’s Twelfth Night ball. Sherlock offers to attend with him as a friendly face among strangers, but John’s family force him to address his true feelings for Sherlock. [[this one is cute]]
  • Till Death Do Us Part by prettysailorsoldier (M | 15,390 w.) - When Sherlock links a recent spree of murder-suicides to a psychologist who specializes in marriage counselling, there’s really only one thing to do: Go undercover as a couple in hopes of drawing the killer out. Faking a relationship seems easy enough, but things take a turn when their real issues start to creep into the sessions, and, all the while, a killer is watching, waiting in the shadows for their chance to strike. Part 12 of 25 Days of Johnlock [[OH GOD this one is lovely. Lots of pain but happy ending]]
  • That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (Sher_locked_up) (E | 35,353 w.)Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody’s happy. [[I really like this one. Jealous John AND Sherlock and lots of Angst]].
  • What I Hide By My Language, My Body Utters by PixChuu22 (M | 9,047 w.) - Based on a prompt from Tumblr user thetwogaydetectives - “fake relationship that ends up being so real, they finally realize they are in love.” (I like this one. They end up together because of a case).
  • The Case of the Made-Up Case by DoubleNegative (T | 2,394) - Sherlock takes John to a club. For a “case.” Yes, John, a case. Part 1 of The (Secret) Adventures of Sherlock Holmes [[CUTE!]]
  • The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E | 9,020) - John and Sherlock pretend to be married in order to be contestants in a Newlywed Game. Of course it’s for a case. Of course it doesn’t stay that way. Part 8 of I Blame Tumblr [[LOVE THIS ONE. It’s so cute!]]
  • A Case of Identity by jkay1980 (T | 91,009 w.)John and Sherlock have succeeded in rebuilding their friendship after Sherlock’s fake suicide, but an unusual case puts their relationship to the test. They pretend to be engaged and attend a marriage counseling workshop. Under the pretext of the case, Sherlock turns out to be a master of seduction, and John finally learns he might like Sherlock more than he thought. Slowly, John discovers that he loves Sherlock not only in a friendly, brotherly way, but both men have to fight their own demons before they can think of taking their relationship to a new level… [[I love this fic. It’s a really great long-fic!]]
  • A Bit of Indulgence by beltainefaerie (NR | 3,364 w.) -  A case leads John and Sherlock to fake being boyfriends and John runs into an old acquaintance. [[This one is so domestic and cute GUH I love it.]]
  • The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst (T | 47,798 w.) - Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock’s faked death and return. [[OMG this is like my FAVOURITE fic in this genre ever. It’s SO good and well characterized]].
  • Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy (E | 30,568 w.) “You love your mother, Sherlock?”John watched the muscles in Sherlock’s jaw jump. He nodded in one sharp jerk.“Then we’re going to her party and making her happy.” John let out a resigned sigh. “As a ruddy couple, you bastard.”
  • Once More, With Feeling by cellard00rs (T | 21,178 w.) - To put off his meddlesome, matchmaking mother, John convinces Sherlock to play the role of his significant other. Unparalleled awkwardness ensues. [[nice amount of fluff and pining!]]
  • Hope Springs Eternal by QuinnAnderson (T | 4,054 w.) - John Watson and Sherlock Holmes go on holiday, and Sherlock has romance on the brain. [[Another cute one!]]
  • Five Times They Kissed for a Case, and One Time They Kissed for Real by fleetwood_mouse (M | 32,406) - A stolen ring! An artful blogger! And many more adventures for your enjoyment.
  • Disguises are always a self-portrait by yellowteapots (NR | 6,223 w.) - They were headed to a Pride Fest for a case-triple suicide/murder- which, of course mean they had to pretend to be couple. John had a suspicion Mycroft took a fairly sadistic glee in booking them a (single king-sized bed) room at the most romantic B&B in town. (I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH)
  • A Silver Sixpence by doodle (E | 16,400 w. LIVEJOURNAL) - John and Sherlock have to get married for a case, and learn some things about each other. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this story, though its only fault is that it’s on LiveJournal… (PITA to read on mobile)

AMNESIA:

Here are a couple where either John or Sherlock have amnesia and they think that they are each other’s husband or partner.

  • Among the Secret Things by Kate_Lear (E | 26,073 w.) - Sherlock would be the last person to describe himself as given to flights of fancy, but at the look on Lestrade’s face he could swear that something inside him curls up and dies. Part 1 of Among the Secret Things
  • What Meets the Eye by worldaccordingtofangirls (M | 8,251 w.) Amnesia is just another case to solve. Piece together unfamiliar faces, reconstruct the old identity, the lost reality. A challenge that Sherlock could even enjoy. He can read people like books. The man with the silver hair is his boss. The tottering old woman, his landlady. The girl with the worried look in her eyes…infatuated. And as for John Watson? His husband. Obviously.

“FOR A CASE” TROPE

So these aren’t necessarily relationships, or weren’t tagged as such, but contains some other “for a case” fics!

  • Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E | 151,907w.) - When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate’s charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim? [[THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE FICS OF ALL TIME. tw for gore-ish type things near the end.]]
  • It Isn’t Strange Until You Think About It by ivyblossom (T | 4,596 w.) - John tells the truth about how it happened. For some reason, “it’s for a case” always seems to do the trick.
  • The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E | 44,025 w.) - Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants for a case. [[there are some angsty bits in this, but I did giggle at a few scenes]]

OTHER SORT-OF RELATED FICS:

Here are a few that aren’t REALLY “for a case” but they end up together or the Johnlock is strong in it because of cases or because of situations.

  • Rescue by missilemuse (T | 2,574 w.) - If this was the way Sherlock Holmes loved, it was no wonder why he had avoided the damned emotion for over half of his life. Part 6 of Reichenbach To Return [[this isn’t really Johnlock, but it is… it’s non-ad10ck ad10ck. You have to read it to understand. It’s SO good and painful, trust me. Sherlock!Whump and pining]].
  • Five Times John Noticed But Didn’t Really by ScandalousMinds (T| 6,383 w.) 5 times John (thought) he noticed something peculiar about his and Sherlock’s relationship but really missed the obvious.
  • A Need To Know Basis by mattsloved1 (K+| 964 w., FFNet) - As the cab door shut firmly, the DI had yelled out they were to make an appearance at Scotland Yard the next day. It was while John watched London pass by that it happened. (short and sweet!! I love it!!)
  • Hallowed Eve by EventHorizon (T | 14,750 w.) - It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to let Sherlock choose the costumes for Halloween, but John never considered himself the smartest man in the room, anyway. (It’s a couple’s costume thing!)
  • Equine Arse Anonymity by Kayjaykayme (E | 3,834 w.) - Sherlock needs to speak with suspects at a fancy dress ball. He chooses a couple’s costume for himself and John. It is logical, practical and well thought out. John doesn’t agree and exacts sweet revenge.
  • Maybe This Christmas by feverishsea for leopardwrites (T | 6,021 w.) Anthea has given up her life, her own desires, even her name in service of something greater than herself. But that doesn’t mean she can’t see when someone else wants something – even if she doesn’t happen to care overmuch for that person. And it doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to help. (Anthea gets the boys together)
  • You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile  (T | 23,584 w.) Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And “Anthea”, too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Part 2 of Xmas Dinners Verse (I LOVE THIS ONE)
  • The Sexual Awakening of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson by suitesamba (M | 24,579 w.) Sherlock owes Mycroft a favor. Mycroft calls in that favor by offering Sherlock’s consulting services in a charity auction. Sherlock and John soon find themselves at the country manor of Mrs. Ives-Patton Smarmington III - not very coincidentally a long-time friend of Sherlock’s mother - where they are reluctant participants in her Murder Mystery Weekend. It’s a play within a play for Sherlock and John, and their roles for the weekend event bleed over into their real lives, waking the sleeping dragons within. Or In which John learns that Sherlock owing Mycroft a favor is very suspect, and Sherlock has a very bad idea.

Hope those satisfy! Alex also has a list that has some ACD Holmes on the list too!

-so like peter has always known that michelle was tough

-and michelle has always known that peter parker is spider-man

-so she’s walking home from school late

-she had to stay back for decathlon practice and fuckin flash thompson

-was trying to get a rise out of her for one whole hour. sixty mins. 3600 seconds.

-it also didn’t help that webhead parker had decided to bail on them again

-so he was spiderman

-boo fucking who he wore spandex and fought crime and had an incredibly cute butt

-what no! stop it michelle

-he’s got responsibilities now that i’M captain

-she’s halfway thru cursing the two idiots when she senses that someone is watching her

-wow isnt this great

-but then she notices the red and blue spandex from the corner of her eye

-and she subtly sees him sitting on a roof and-

-what the fuCK PARKER

-did he bail on me to eat a damn sandwich in his tights !!

-she notices him following her

-and she’s even more mad bc she knows why

-he wants to see her home safe and this isn’t helping with her crush on him!!

-so she calls him

-and sure enough, she hears his obnoxious ringtone from above

-but she pretends not to hear and takes that opportunity to lose the boi

-he picks up

-”pARKER YOU BAILED ON ME. AGAIN.”

-”i know. i know. i’m sorry, something came up and mr stark really needed me i swear.”

-he sounds so sincere and sorry and genuine she wants to cry

-”well ok. don’t bail on me again, loser-woAH”

-and just her fucking luck

-two goons think they can kidnap her

-she’s terrified from the shock and everything

-and they are heading dangerously close to her

-and she hears the voice

-”hey guys”

-and he’s swinging in

-and michelle is like yes he’s the perfect distraction

-and she kicks thing 1 in the crotch

-while simultaneously knocking the other one out cold

-and when one of them try to get to her again

-she roundhouse kicks the two of them

-and theyre unconcious

-all while spidey watches

-and she’s like

-”FOR THE LOVE OF SWEET JESUS, WEB THESE GOONS UP, PARKER!”

-and he nods and he’s reaching for his web shooters when they both freeze

-uh oh

-he is the shook mr krabs meme

-she is the ‘o shit’ meme

-and they end up sitting down and having a huge heart to heart about peter being spider boi!

-in the middle of an alley

-nerds amirite

- and he’s like “how did u know”

- ‘are u kidding dude. i mean all of a sudden ure mysterious and shit and then u have these strong ass arms and ur fuckin ripped”

- and oops wow she didn’t mean to make it sound like that

- so she backtracks

- ‘it’s not like i think ur arms are strong and nice or anything and i mean, like what even is ripped? as a concept-”

- and peter is still v shook

- bc what the fuck does mj think hes attractive what

- also MORE IMPORTANTLY SHE TOOK OUT TWO MUSCULAR MEN TWICE HER SIZE

-HOW

- “black belt”

- “nO WAY YOURE A BLACKBELT?? THATS SO COOL”

- and he offers to swing her home

- and she accepts bc whO WOULDNT

- but both instantly regret cos theyre very close and they both really wanna kiss each other

–then theyre back home

- and she’s so puMPED AND ENERGETIC

-HE’S NEVER SEEN HER THIS EXCITED BEFORE

-WHAT THE FUCK SHE’S SO CUTE

-HER EYES ARE LIGHTING UP AND EVERYTHING

-HE WANTS TO HUG HER AND NEVER LET HER GO SHE’S SO PRECIOUS

-and she’s like my parents aren’t home can u show me more about the suit pls pls pls

-AND PETER CANT RESIST

-SO HE CRAWLS THRU THE WINDOW

-SHES STILL PUMPED

-I MEAN LIKE MAN

-WHo wouldve thought michelle was a spider-nerd

-whatever u do, do not imagine

-michELLE FANGIRLING ABOUT ALL THE COOL THINGS HIS SUIT DOES

-and peter chuckling softly and playing along as he stares at her

-with so much love in his eyes

-it’s so pure

-gdbye i am jugdead

apprenticedmagician  asked:

6. Empty Kiss - When one of you don’t kiss back, just the stoic feeling of their lips on yours, it’s empty, like no one even cares anymore. - Andreil fight, mayhaps???

Andrew knew something had shifted when feelings started to break through his drug fueled haze.  At first, it was weak, just fleeting impressions sneaking through when he approached sobriety.  There was fear, the urge to run, and, most improbably, every once in awhile he actually cared about Exy.  The anger, the stubbornness, those he recognised, those could almost be his own, but the longing to be a part of the family, that was something that he had stomped out long ago.

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Not The Same

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Request: Could you write a Dean x reader fic where they’ve been together for a long time but things just aren’t the same anymore? Like they still care about each other but the thrill is gone and they don’t know where that leaves them. You know, something good and angsty ☺ pretty please with a cherry on top?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Careful what you ask for…


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I’ll Always Save You

Request: Yes! Here it is 

Warnings: vampires, vampire attack, fighting, jerk Klaus. 

“Harry….we need to talk,” You murmured, leaning against the door to your room. 

“What is it, love?” Harry inquired.

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you, about my family,” You murmured.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked.

“I mean, they’re coming to town tomorrow, all of them. I’m going to have to go and meet with them,” You replied.

“Can I meet them?” He inquired.

“No!” You loudly said. Harry looked at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “I’m sorry. I mean, no, that wouldn’t be a good idea right now. There’s some….trouble, and it would be best if it was just my family and I, tomorrow. But you can meet them someday, if you want.”

“Okay, love,” Harry murmured, reaching his hand out towards you. You took it, and he pulled you closer. 

“How about you spend time with the boys tomorrow, hm?” You asked, putting your hands on his shoulders.

“Yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve seen them. Maybe we’ll go to the pub,” Harry replied.

“That sounds like fun. Tell them I said hi?” You inquired.

“I will,” Harry replied. The two of you went to bed soon afterwards, Harry holding you close.

You awoke early the next morning, and quietly got out of bed, not wanting to wake Harry. You went downstairs and began to brew coffee, before setting out a mug for him.

“Morning, love,” Harry sleepily said, coming up behind you and putting his arms around your waist.

“Morning, Harry,” You replied, turning to face him. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept wonderfully,” Harry said, leaning his head against your shoulder. “Your coffee smells amazing.”

“Help yourself. It’s just about done,” You said, gesturing towards the pot. “I’m going to be going out after I get changed. I’ll see you later this afternoon?”

“Sure, love,” Harry said, pouring coffee into his mug. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“You’re welcome,” You said, starting up the stairs. You quickly showered and changed, before calling out to Harry that you were leaving.

“I’ll see you, love!” Harry called. You got into your car, and began the drive towards Damon and Stefan, your cousins, house. You knocked on the door when you got there, and Stefan opened it.

“(Y/N), how nice to see you. Come in,” Stefan said, stepping back. You walked into the house, and went straight to the living room. Damon was there, pouring himself some whiskey.

“(Y/N)!” Damon exclaimed, holding out his arms. You rolled your eyes slightly, and walked towards him. He pulled you in, holding you close for a moment. “You should come visit more often, cousin.”

“You know why I can’t, Damon,” You murmured. “Harry’s already too curious about the family that is coming in to town today. Imagine if I told him that I was coming to visit my family who lives just outside of town. He’d want to meet you, then there’s the risk of him finding out about us, and if he finds out, I’m sure that he’ll leave me.”

“(Y/N), he wouldn’t find out. We’ve kept the secret for hundreds of years.” Damon replied.

“Except for that one time. Remember? They were going to burn you at the stake.” You said.

“A slight inconvenience.” Damon said, smiling.

“When did Elijah, Klaus, Kol and Rebecca say they would get here?” You asked.

“They should be here at any moment,” Damon replied.

“Okay.” You said, biting your lower lip. You weren’t sure about seeing all of them again, especially Klaus. Things had been a bit tumultuous the last time you’d seen him, and you weren’t eager to relive that argument again. He didn’t appreciate that you were dating Harry, who was mortal, and had no idea about the world you were a part of. Even worse, in Klaus’s eyes, was that Harry was well known, and if anything happened to him, it would be catastrophic for all of you. A knock came at the door, interrupting your musing, and you heard Stefan greeting Elijah and his siblings. They came into the living room, and took seats on the couch.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Elijah said, nodding solemnly at you. The rest of them greeted at you as well, and the meeting began.

—–

Harry picked up his phone, hastily dialing Niall’s number. He heard the sound of the shower starting, and hoped that, along with that you were upstairs, would cover the sound of the conversation.

“Harry? What’s up?” Niall inquired.

“Something’s up with (Y/N),” Harry replied. “I started to ask her if I could meet her family that’s coming into town today, and she got really upset, and defensive. I want to make sure she’s okay. Will you come with me?”

“Of course. When do you want to meet?” Niall asked.

“Be here in ten?” Harry inquired.

“Sure thing,” Niall replied. You left soon afterwards, and Harry followed shortly, getting into Niall’s car. They followed behind slowly, watching until you pulled off into a long driveway. Niall stopped the car on the other side, and the two of them sat there, waiting to see if you’d come back out. When you didn’t, and another car pulled in, they decided to get out. They walked carefully through the woods, careful to keep out of sight of the driveway. They stopped when they reached the edge of the woods, and saw a large house.

“Wow,” Niall murmured.

“What is this place?” Harry inquired. They looked around, before creeping towards the front of the house. They crouched underneath an open window, Harry cautiously peering into the room. He saw you, and several other people seated on couches and in arm chairs.

—-

“So, (Y/N), are you still dating that mortal?” Klaus inquired.

“You already know the answer to that, Klaus. I still am, of course, and he has a name. Harry.”  You snapped.

“I know the boy’s name. I’m just wondering why you, someone who is hundreds of years old, would waste your time on him,” Klaus snarled.

“Because I love him!” You angrily said, pushing yourself off the couch.

“But would he love you, if he knew what you are? Would he love you, knowing that you’re a vampire?” Klaus said, smirking.

“Is this why you came here, Klaus? To taunt (Y/N)?” Stefan inquired.

“No, it’s not,” Elijah interjected. “Klaus has managed to anger another vampire. A powerful vampire. We would appreciate your help.”

“Who did you anger?” You inquired, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“His name is Dominic,” Rebecca said. “He’s out for Klaus’s blood-and the blood of anyone related to him.”

“Great. How are we going to find him?” You asked.

“He’ll be tracking me,” Klaus replied. “He should be here in a few hours.”

—-

Harry’s mouth fell open in disbelief when Klaus called you a vampire, and he fought every urge to run as fast as he could.

“Harry. Harry, did you hear that?” Niall whispered.

“I did,” Harry quietly said. “Let’s get out of here.”

The two of them carefully crept away from the house, hurrying back towards Niall’s car. They got inside, and Niall sped back towards Harry’s home.

“Are you going to be okay, mate?” Niall inquired, as he pulled up in the driveway. 

“I am. I just….was he serious?” Harry asked. He was shocked about what he had heard, and wondering why you had never told him yourself.

“He sounded pretty serious to me.” Niall replied.

“I don’t even….” Harry murmured. “Do you think she’s ever bitten me?”

“I don’t think she’d do that to you, Harry. She loves you. How about I go get Liam and Louis, and we all spend the day together? Maybe go for a hike?” Niall asked.

“Sure. That sounds great,” Harry replied, getting out of the car. “See you in a bit.” 

—-

“Harry?” You called, opening your front door. Harry’s car was in the driveway, but there was no sign of him in the house. Sighing, you tossed your purse down, your stomach prickling with hunger. You knew that you’d have to go feed soon, and that the forest was the best place to do so. You walked out of the house, heading towards the forest. You stepped into the cool woods, and used your heightened senses to search for your prey. You heard four human hearts beating, and shifted away from those. Listening again, you heard an animal snuffling through the underbrush. Your pace quickened in the direction of the animal, but you were drawn off course by the sound of screams. You turned towards them, recognizing one of the voices.

“Stefan, Damon!” You called, hoping that they would hear you, since you weren’t too far from their house.

“(Y/N)?” Stefan called, racing towards you. You saw, in dismay, that Klaus and everyone else was following him.

“Harry’s in trouble,” You gasped, before taking off in the direction his scream had come from. You looked over your shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that they were following you. You arrived in a clearing, and saw Harry, being held against a tree by a vampire that you didn’t know.

“Dominic,” Klaus spat.

“Let him go!” You hissed, stalking into the clearing.

“Ah, (Y/N). Klaus’s little cousin,” He snarled. “I don’t think I should let this boy go. He has your smell all over him, and clearly means something to you.”

“If you value your life, you will let him go,” You snarled.

“I don’t think I will. He looks delicious. What happens if I….have a little taste?” Dominic inquired.

“Don’t you dare. If you lay a finger on him, there will be no hope for you.” Damon hissed.

“(Y/N),” Harry whispered. “Run.”

“I’m not running, Harry. I’m not leaving you with him.” You quietly said.

“If you’re so determined to stay here with him, then you can die with him. The only question is, who is going to die first?” Dominic inquired.

“Me. You’re going to fight me, unless you’re scared?” You taunted.

“Scared? Of you? You’re barely a fledgling.” He snapped, letting go of Harry. Harry slumped backwards against the tree, trying to catch his breath.

“Elijah, please get Harry and his friends out of here. Take them back to Stefan’s, please,” You murmured.

“I will, (Y/N),” Elijah said, walking over to them. “Come with me.”

The five of them walked out of the clearing, and you watched Harry go, before turning back to Dominic.

“You want a fight? You’ve got one,” You snapped.

“(Y/N), let us help you,” Stefan quietly said.

“I need to do this, Stefan. You can help me if things go south, okay?” You replied.

“Okay,” Stefan murmured, not wanting to let you fight him yourself.

“Hm. Do you think killing you will hurt Klaus?” Dominic inquired.

“No, it won’t. Besides that, you won’t be killing me,” You replied, smirking at him. He snarled, before racing towards you. You raised your hands, blocking his fist as he aimed for your ribs. He continued to try and hit you, try and knock you off balance, but you blocked his shots.

“Why don’t you just give up, Dominic?” You snapped, blocking another of his punches. His other hand came around, and wrapped around your throat, pushing you against a nearby tree.

“Because he needs to suffer, and as much as you say that your death won’t hurt Klaus, I know it will,” Dominic snarled. He pushed you harder against the tree, and you felt small bits of wood digging into your skin. Dominic came closer to you, his lips curved into an angry smile. “Have you ever wondered what happens when a vampire is bitten by another vampire?”

“No,” You murmured. Dominic smirked, before leaning closer, sinking his fangs into your neck. You gasped at the sensation, before letting out a scream. A moment later, you felt Dominic being yanked off of you, and you slumped to the ground. Through hazy vision, you saw Klaus fighting Dominic, until your vision faded to black.

—-

“(Y/N)!” Harry gasped, as Stefan carried you into the house. “What happened to her?”

“She was hurt. Come with us,” Stefan murmured, carrying you upstairs. Harry followed, biting his lower lip. Stefan lay you down on his bed, and covered you with a blanket.

“Call for me if she wakes,” He said, turning towards the door. “I’m going to see if any of the others have any ideas.” Harry sat next to the bed, watching your pale face. After what felt like an eternity, you began to stir.

“Stefan?” You murmured, before opening your eyes.

“Love?” Harry whispered, leaning towards you.

“Harry,” You quietly said. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” Harry replied. “But what about you? What happened after I left?”

“Dominic, he….he was going to kill me,” You sighed. “I haven’t been completely honest with you. I’m….I’m a vampire.”

“I know, love,” Harry murmured.

“You know? How?” You inquired, moving to sit up.

“I followed you earlier today. I was worried that your reaction to me wanting to meet your family was because they were unkind.” Harry replied.

“You heard Klaus talking about us?” You asked.

“I did. I’m sorry, love, I shouldn’t have followed you,” Harry murmured.

“You shouldn’t have. But I’m glad you’re safe.” You said.

“I’m glad you’re safe, too,” Harry said.

“Will you come here? Cuddle with me?” You inquired.

“Okay, (Y/N),” Harry replied. You lifted up the blanket, and Harry got in next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, and held you close to him. “Thank you for saving me. I love you.”

“I love you, too. I’ll always save you, Harry,” You quietly said, leaning your head against his chest. He gently rubbed your back, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

 Written by Angel xx

two funerals

On the way to the funeral, I say that I don’t love you anymore.
And then we hit traffic.

That is the tragedy of our relationship,
crammed into small places -
we have too much time when we don’t want it,
never enough time when we do,
each of us too stubborn to say anything
as we glare out of opposite windows.

-

When we had our first kiss last July,
you stuffed yourself into a tiny subway beam
just to prove that you could.
Your shoulders collapsed around your ribcage,
and you crossed your legs, and you tied your arms,
and you fit.

We kissed in a crowd of forty-five people
who stank with sweat and rain and pizza grease.,
yellow puddles full of pride parade glitter,
fallen flower petals from tired debutantes.

-

Hour two of the car ride. My playlist has run out.
You ask me when I stopped loving you.
I start the playlist from the beginning.

-

Distance. When we weren’t crowded in,
there was distance,
hundreds of miles that we didn’t know how to cross.
I didn’t trust the men in your life,
and you didn’t trust me around the women in mine,
and we got tired of holding pillows for warmth.
Perhaps that’s why whenever we were in the same city,
we crashed together like sharks fighting to swallow each other,
to make the distance disappear.

-

Hour four. You have rolled down your window,
letting in the smell of car exhaust and cigarette smoke
from the station wagon in front of us.
You whisper, “I don’t love you, either.”

-

Maybe you were right not to trust me around those women.
They weren’t better than you
- worse, even -
but they were there.
And when we lay in the same bed,
we never fought for space.
I spooned them without touching;
they said good morning without looking at me.
We never did anything —no, I never cheated,
not with my body —
but I couldn’t have fallen asleep without them.

Hour six. You have pretended to fall asleep
three times. I would have done the same
if I weren’t driving.
We should have arrived four hours ago.
I shake your shoulder.
Almost there. Show me where your aunt’s house is.
How long has it been? The two-hour ride became six.
Just like our two-day fling became a six-month relationship
that inched down one long road.

We pull up to your aunt’s house.
“She’s going to want to meet you,” you say limply.
“She’s heard so much about you.
Just come inside and pretend that everything is okay.”
And I would, I really would,
but her driveway is small and the street is so crammed with cars
that there is nowhere for me to park.

-

You do not wave as you watch me go.

anonymous asked:

Hey there!^-^ I love the idea of you blog, please keep it up! Can I request a scenario where Jimin and Yoongi are fighting over the reader but they are both kind of Alpha types so it gets pretty rough? Thanks a lot! :3

A/N: first time. so… you can always ask for a refund and a different admin to do it :)

“No, this isn’t what I asked for!” you ran a hand through your already-disheveled hair for the nth time in the last hour.

Jin sighed unhappily. “I know, but you just have to bear with them for a while. They’re alphas, they can’t control it. Namjoon was like that before we became mates, he fought with any alpha or beta within a 3-metre radius and everyone got fed up. Anyway, we’re going on tour soon so it’ll be fine.” He rubbed your shoulders as he stood behind the sofa you were on.

Your second favourite piece of furniture (it couldn’t compete with your bed) wasn’t helping. It was playing a scene between two brothers that were having a bloody fight over something unimportant; the younger brother was having his ribs kicked in by the older, who had a black eye and a cut that ran across his left cheekbone that was spilling blood down his pale face.

You shuddered. You could definitely imagine Yoongi and Jimin in their position. In fact, unbeknownst to you, they were currently having their latest brawl at the studio after dance practice when something Jimin did pissed Yoongi off and Namjoon had gotten a punch in the face from trying to peel them apart.

But 10 minutes later, Yoongi was half-carried in with a bruise beginning to show on his jaw, semi-conscious, by Namjoon and Jungkook, and Jimin was nowhere to be seen. Namjoon shot a look at Jin, who had untwined himself from you and rushed to check Yoongi’s injuries. “We don’t know where Jimin went, he just ran off, but Hoseok went after him,” Namjoon provided.

Jungkook pulled Yoongi off to head to Yoongi’s room, knowing that his leader was hurt as well. His eyes met yours as they passed by the couch, and you stood up. “Yoongi.”

He raised his head to look at you, eyes dilated. “I’m sorry. Yoongi, why did you fight Jimin? Why is this happening to you guys? You can’t keep fighting with Jimin like this! You’re brothers! Best friends! I can’t just come in and-”

Cutting you off, he tried to raise his voice, “Stop. Jimin and I know what we’re doing. You’re the one who has to sort out your feelings. Your priorities. Which one of us you are going to pick. Until then, you know we have to fight for it. We are alphas.”

“B-But. Yoongi.” Tears were trailing down your face, but Yoongi had already left, limping towards his room, supported by Jungkook. “But what if I don’t want to choose?” your voice came out as a whisper. You crumpled onto the living room floor, Jin starting over but then stopped by Namjoon, the two of them just watching as you sobbed into your hands.

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[Femslash February]: Style Swap

*swoops in two weeks late*

i’ll finish these i swear, but probably in march xD time is an illusion


Day 11: Style Swap (Alyanette)

Words: 1560

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

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It all started because of Marinette’s going theory about Alya’s fear of heels. 

“You never wear them!” Marinette cackled during lunch. “I’ve never seen you in a pair of heels once!”

“That doesn’t mean I’m afraid of them,” Alya sighed. “I just don’t like wearing them. They’re uncomfortable.”

“I was texting you pictures of those heels I wanted to buy online last night and you responded with a nauseated face emoji followed by the fearful face emoji,” Marinette announced, checking her old texts. “That sounds like fear and disgust to me.”

Adrien and Nino were huddled together overhearing the conversation. “Oh damn,” Nino whispered in awe. “Marinette pulled out receipts.”

“The plot thickens,” Adrien muttered. 

“Okay, that’s taken out of context,” Alya defended. “You’ll remember that I said that after you showed me an eight inch pair of heels and said, and I quote, ‘wouldn’t these look so cute on you?’”

“They still would.”

“They’re eight inch heels, babe.”

Adrien raised a hand. “I don’t know, Marinette’s got a pretty compelling argument, Alya. It’s just a matter of facts and evidence.”

“Gotta agree with Adrien,” Nino shrugged. “It’s fine, Alya. We’re all scared of something. Nothing to be ashamed of. Marinette’s just braver than all of us and wears heels almost every other day.”

Marinette sighed. “It’s a gift and a curse.”

Alya stared incredulously between the three of them. “Okay, you’re all crazy, and I hate all of you, and this is such a dumb conversation. I could totally wear heels if I wanted to.”

Nino snorted. “You think you have the guts to pull a Marinette? Girl glides in heels, she makes it look way too easy.”

“I can pull a Marinette,” Alya insisted.

“Wait!” Adrien exclaimed. “If Alya pulls a Marinette, then Marinette has to pull an Alya.”

Nino gasped dramatically with a shit eating grin on his face. “Are you suggesting a style swap?”

“I am most definitely suggesting a style swap.”

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My Father the Stranger - Part 2

So I’m not sure how popular this is going to be, but I’m really enjoying writing it and in the end I guess that is the most important thing. I’ve just recently started to branch out into Supernatural fanfics and only have a few followers of that type so far. I mostly stick with my main man Negan, but there is just something about John Winchester that I can’t avoid writing about.

For anyone reading this for the first time, the premise of this story is a slight AU where the boys and John are hunting together just after Sam left school and they stumble across an old flame of John’s and their adult daughter. I was very intrigued with Adam’s story and had a hard time believing that he could be the ONLY illegitimate John Winchester love child out there.  I mean, have we seen the man?

Part One can be found Here.


Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Warnings:

Swearing

Our conversation went well into the night, lasting until the last patron had left the bar and it was just the five of us. Mostly we talked small talk, only bringing up heavy hitting questions once an hour or so. I noticed Momma trying to subtly check in on me constantly, but other than still being in shock I was doing just fine. 

John seemed like a decent man. Maybe a little troubled, and rough around the edges, definitely mysterious, but decent nonetheless. 

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My Memory (Prologue)

Testing the Winter Sonata inspired Miraculous AU even though I should be asleep.

Fic Summary: Chat Noir, revealed to be Adrien Agreste, died in a building collapse at the age of seventeen. Twelve years later Marinette, engaged to be married, meets a man who looks exactly like Adrien. But is Felix Agreste really a different person? Or is there something more sinister at work—something that Marinette will do everything in her power to stop, no matter who it hurts? 

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That morning, Parisians woke up to a blanket of snow.

It was the kind of snow that had just the right consistency to be played in. Citizens flocked outdoors, turning parks into snowball battlefields, snowmen communities, and designated laughter areas. Even those who were inconvenienced by the weather couldn’t help but smile at the infectious happiness of their fellow man.

The snowy Champ de Mars in particular drew a large crowd. Most came to enjoy themselves. Some were there to take photos and videos of the snow-covered Eiffel Tower. And a few had come to see the spectacle of Paris’s resident superheroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir, frolic like children through the trees.

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Tis The Season (of Meddling Siblings)

Title: Tis The Season (of Meddling Siblings)

Note: I hear you I hear you I hear you. *Jingles dem bells* And I am here for you. 

Pairing: Gladion x Reader, or Gladion x Moon if you prefer.

You have no clue how anything ended up this way. You were on your way to Malie Library that day where Professor Oak said he had some urgent business he needed to talk to you about as Champion of the Region. It wasn’t necessarily something that would take a while to talk about but he insisted you meet up with them which ended up with you Skyping each of them right there on the Malie Library Computer.

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BBRae Week - Doom Patrol

The flight over to Dayton Manor was a long one. With two rowdy ten-year-olds and a fussy newborn baby, all cramped up in a tiny jet plane, it made the trip all the more tiresome. After the five-hour-long journey, Garfield Logan landed the jet in the private hanger. As soon as he dropped the back loading, ramp on the jet, the two eager children chased each other out of the back of the plane. They were followed quickly by their mother, Raven Logan, who had in her arms a small baby girl, wrapped in a purple blanket.

“Maria, Mark, what have I told you about running off the plane?” Raven yelled after the twins as she tried to catch up to them. Her voice was strained as she fought to keep her emotions under control while also fighting back the growing headache she had developed during the plane ride.

“Oh Raven, dear, don’t worry about it! They’re just excited to see their Nana!” A sickeningly sweet voice called out from the outside of the plane. The owner of the voice, a tall and skinny brunette, was squatting down, arms wide, as the two children ran into her embrace. Beside her was an equally tall man, standing rigid and wearing a blank face. Standing slightly behind him were two other males, one whose face was wrapped in what looked like toilet paper, and the other that looked more like a machine than a man.

“Sorry, Rita, they no better than to run out of the plane like that. They must learn to listen.” Raven retorted as she approached the group of older heroes.

“The girl is right, Rita.” The man standing next to the brunette spoke up in a firm voice. “They need to listen to their mother’s orders.”

Raven nodded her head in agreement. “Thank you, Steve.”

The man ignored her gratitude. “If they start disobeying now, they’ll be a major liability to their team later on.”

Raven frowned at his added comment. “That’s not quite what I –“

“Oh, is that my precious new granddaughter?” Rita interrupted as she stood up and moved her attention to the infant sleeping in Raven’s arms.

Raven’s frown deepened. “Yes it is, but she’s been fusing for several hours now, and a finally just got her to sleep, so if you wouldn’t mind waiting until – “

Again, the older women interrupted her as she reached over and pulled back the blanket to reveal a sleeping, pale and purple-haired child. “Oh she’s adorable!” Rita swooned loudly, causing the child to fidget and awaken. The little bundle blinked opened her violet-grey eyes, before her face scrunched up and a loud screech pierced everyone’s ears.

“And she’s awake…again.” Raven muttered as she began to try to calm the baby wailing in her arms.

“Here, Raven, let me. You look like you could use a break anyway.”

Before Raven could object, Rita stole the baby from her arms, and walked off with the infant still crying over her shoulder. Raven was quick on her trail, trying to persuade her to return the screaming child. The rest of the gang followed them, as they all entered the mansion that was the Dayton residence.

A few seconds later, an exhausted green man, walked off the plane, holding several large bags of luggage and looking disheveled. He looked around the underground hanger for any sign of life.

The man let out a frustrated sigh as he waddled over to the door the others had walked through only moments before. “Oh welcome home honey, we missed you so much!” He mimicked a women’s voice. “Welcome home son, can I help you with those bags?” He said, this time mocking a certain older male’s voice. “Oh Garfield, thank you for getting all of our stuff! You’re the best husband a woman could ever ask for!” He exaggerated in another girly voice.

“Good to see you too, Mom! Thanks, Dad, I’d really appreciate the help! Oh Rae, stop it, you’re making me blush!” He responded to himself as he went after his crazy family.                  

Yep, nothing like a visit to the Doom Patrol.

We’re playing a game against two monarchs who have ruled and schemed longer than most kingdoms have existed.” And even for her, the odds of outsmarting and outmaneuvering them … “Seeing the cadre, how Maeve contains them … She came so close to separating us this spring. So close.”
Rowan traced his thumb over her mouth. “Even if Maeve had kept me enslaved, I would have fought her. Every day, every hour, every breath.” He kissed her softly and said onto her lips, “I would have fought for the rest of my life to find a way to return to you again. I knew it the moment you emerged from the Valg’s darkness and smiled at me through your flames.”
She swallowed the tightness in her throat and raised a brow. “You were willing to do that before all this? So few benefits back then.”
Amusement and something deeper danced in his eyes. “What I felt for you in Doranelle and what I feel for you now are the same. I just didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to act on it.”
She knew why she needed to hear it - he knew, too. Darrow’s and Rolfe’s words danced around in her head, an endless chorus of bitter threats. But Aelin only smirked at him. “Then act away, Prince.”
Rowan let out a low laugh, and said nothing else as he claimed her mouth, nudging her back against the crumbling chimney. She opened for him, and his tongue swept in, thorough, lazy.
Oh, gods - this. This was what drove her out of her mind - this fire between them.
They could burn the entire world to ashes with it. He was hers and she was his, and they had found each other across centuries of bloodshed and loss, across oceans and kingdoms and war.
Rowan pulled back, breathing heavily, and whispered against her lips, “Even when you’re in another kingdom, Aelin, your fire is still in my blood, my mouth.” She let out a soft moan, arching into him as his hand grazed her backside, not caring if anyone spotted them in the streets below.
“You said you wouldn’t take me against a tree the first time,” she breathed, sliding her hands up his arms, across the breadth of his sculpted chest. “What about a chimney?”
Rowan huffed another laugh and nipped at her bottom lip. “Remind me again why I missed you.”
Aelin chuckled, but the sound was quickly silenced as Rowan claimed her mouth again and kissed her deeply in the moonlight.
—  Empire of Storms by Sarah J. Maas
Sitting with a stranger, or maybe a friend

James and Lily meet on a plane, headed to Edinburgh city, but strangers sitting next to each other on a plane dont just fall in love? Do they?

James had just settled into his seat, aisle side unfortunately, in the tiny plane when he saw a girl. Specifically, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, his age, 18, give or take, with deep red hair hanging to just above her shoulders, sparkling green eyes and a face covered in delicate freckles like stars in a night sky.

And she was crying. Or at least, she had been, she was trying not to. For a moment James hoped that she would be sitting next to him, he allowed his mind to run free into a day dream, she would sit down across the aisle, drop her passport and he’d just happen to pick it up for her. He’d tell a funny joke, she’d laugh. She’d thank him and sniff; he’d give her a tissue and she’d dab her eyes and they would fall in love.

He began to grin, a real dorky smile spreading across his face as he imagined it. And then.

“Excuse me, I’m in 10A, can I get past please” her voice was quiet and soft, a little strained from the crying but full of kindness

“Oh shi- gosh sorry, let me -” James stumbled over his words, dropped his phone and almost head butted the girl in the face as they both scrabbled to pick it up

“Thank yo- fu- sorry i’m not normally this clumsy” he ran his hand through his hair and bit his lip, REAL SMOOTH JAMES

but god was it worth it because a little smile pulled at the corner of her face and her eyes flashed with brightness for just a second

“James” he said, finally managing to get out of her way, cursing the small queue that had formed behind her under his breath “that’s my name”

“Lily” she replied and he smiled.

“Nice to meet you Lily”

For a while, the two sat in silence, not really an awkward silence but Lily sniffled a bit, and pointedly stared out of the window. As the plane began to rumble and shake, the sound of the engines thundering through the small plane, James went pale and gripped the arms of his seat tightly. Despite this, he was was hyper conscious of her movements, even as they picked up speed and went into the air he was conscious more of her hand - it brushed against his arm as she fiddled in her seat.

“i’ve got to ask,” Lily says after a moment, “are you always afraid of flying?”

“That depends” James replied, smirking a little for the first time since she had sat down, “is it always like this?”

“Oooh your first time flying?”

James nodded.

“Mostly its better than this, bigger planes are much nicer”

“Guess I lucked out then” he said, and then paused. “Lily, I know you’ve just met me so I’m really sorry if this is invasive, but are you okay?”

“Well… hmmm… the thing -”

– This is your captain speaking, take off went as planned except with a little turbulence, we are due to arrive at Edinburgh in approximately one hour - the remainder of the flight should be calmer. Refreshments will be making their way through the plane shortly, thank you for choosing H Express Airways –

“I’m really sorry that was so rude I shoul-” he cut off mid sentence as she put her hand on his.

“It’s okay James, don’t worry” then she took a deep breath and started explaining.

She’d fought with her sister - Tuney - in the morning, the two of them had fallen out some time ago but Lily had reached out to her a week ago, trying to salvage the relationship before she took off for Scotland.

“and Tuney just didn’t respond? For the whole week, and then she called me up this morning and told me i was selfish, that i wouldn’t get anywhere in life and that i was abandoning our parents”

The hurt was apparent in her voice as Lily told the story, she had always been different to Tuney, but they were the best of friends until Lily was 11.

“You see, I love painting, I always wanted to be a painter, and when i was 11 - well I got accepted into a specialist art school.” Lily continued “and Tuney was desperate to be at school with me, she begged the headmaster to let her in, but well she ended up going to the local grammar”

“she’s so smart but… art just isn’t her thing”

“Tuney never forgave me after that. Then she married Vernon, the rest is …” Lily

“Oh - oh gosh Lily, I’m so so sorry” his voice cracked a bit and he reached to touch her hand - then, after a millisecond thought better of it, but she had already leaned her head onto his shoulder (!!!)

“So… painting, thats what you love?”

“More than just about anything” she replied.

It went on like this for the rest of the flight, they talked about their passions and dreams, the people in their lives. Lily’s hand stayed in his for the whole flight and when the plane began to descend - far too soon in James’ opinion - he barely noticed his ears popping, or the turbulence, or the rumble that filled the cabin as the wheels touched the ground and the plane slowed.

He didn’t really notice the queues at passport control or the wait at the baggage claim either. What he did notice, were the doors to exit the airport, the streaming sunlight through the windows. And for once it made him miserable.

Neither had dared ask why the other was on a plane to Edinburgh. James didn’t think he could bare her leaving after a week. But they had to keep going, and finally they both found themselves at the taxi rank, two hours and fifteen minutes after they had met. The happiest two hours James could remember.

“I guess this is us then… where abouts are you heading?” he asked his voice cracking for the second time.

“Edinburgh University” she said, and his face lit up. They got into the cab together and it drove off into the afternoon sun.

4

This might be one of my last pies for a little while.  I’ve got one to make for a party next week and I’ve promised my family one for Christmas (my dad and grandmother actually fought over the last slice of that three berry pie from last week!), but I’ve got an injury that makes standing in the kitchen for hours a week a bit much at the moment, so apart from those two I will be taking a break until next year.

Still, this is week eleven and technically pie thirteen, so that’s something!  I’m more than a quarter of the way to fifty pies.  I certainly feel like I’ve more or less mastered the art of the fruit pie in that time, and can now play around with them without relying on recipes too much. I can’t link to the recipe for this peach maple pie because I decided to wing it.  I winged it?  Wung it??

Both the crust and the filling have maple syrup in them, and the filling also has peaches and brown sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg, and a bit of cornflour to thicken it up.  There is a LOT of maple syrup involved, but it doesn’t taste particularly mapley, mostly it just tastes like peaches.  Which is still great, because peaches are fantastic.  I do love summer stone fruit season!

two pink lines

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I paced the cold tile floor of my bathroom. The house was silent, my parents were gone and I was home alone. The anticipation was killing me. My period was over a week late and I was still showing no sign of starting it anytime soon. I decided it would be smart to take a pregnancy test because it wasn’t impossible that I could be pregnant.

Shawn and I tended to get too into the moment whenever we finally found time for intimacy. I couldn’t even tell you the last time we used a condom. I mentally hit myself for not making him use one. I was the one who said it would be okay if we didn’t.

I worried about what this would mean for Shawn if I was. We’re both still young, Shawn only 18 years old and I only 17 years old. I could handle all the consequences that would go along with being a pregnant teenager. But Shawn, he would be on headlines of magazines and the talk of many articles for months.

Only two minutes had passed and it felt like an hour. I started to worry about what my parents would think. And oh gosh, what would Shawn’s family think?

Tears began to well up behind my eyes and I fought them from falling down my cheeks. The next three minutes passed as slowly as they possibly could. I picked up the pregnancy test. Two pink lines.

The tears started to fall slowly, only a few at a time at first, then they wouldn’t stop. The lines on the pregnancy test were now blurred in my vision. I threw it on the hard floor. I sat curled up in a ball, my knees brought to my chest, on the bathroom floor.

A realization suddenly came to me.. I don’t know how to tell Shawn. He had just been here hours before and I tried to show no signs of worry. I hadn’t even mentioned to him that my period was late. He was now out with friends and I didn’t know how to tell him, I couldn’t.

I started a hot shower, trying to procrastinate calling Shawn as long as I possibly could. I remained in the shower until the water became cold. I stepped out of the shower, cool air hitting me. I slipped on one of Shawn’s many t-shirts I have in my closet and a pair of my sweatpants.

I sat on the edge of my bed and picked up my phone off the nightstand. I dialed Shawn’s number with shaky fingers, taking a deep breath before pressing my phone to my ear. A few tears started to fall again as I tried to hold myself together.

“Hello, beautiful.” Shawn greeted, I could just see the smile on his face right now. The one that would soon probably be replaced by a frown or a grimace.

“Shawn..” I started, but I couldn’t finish the rest.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He questioned. He sounded genuinely worried.

“I need to tell you something, but I’m afraid of what your reaction will be. I’m afraid you won’t love me anymore.” I said, my tears now audible to him. He was silent, waiting for me to continue.

“I- Shawn, I’m pregnant.” Tears were now streaming more rapidly and there was still silence on the other end of the phone. Shawn evidently heard me crying, because he tried to soothe me.

“Shh, it’s okay. Please don’t cry. I’m coming over, okay?” he spoke soothingly.

“Okay.” I managed to make out.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. I love you.” he said. I returned the ‘I love you’ and hung up the phone. I had ten short minutes to try to compose myself a little more. Those moments flew by and Shawn was eventually at my front door. It was unlocked so I stayed in my bed, no longer knowing how to move.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and towards my bedroom. The door swung open and there was Shawn, already coming to embrace me in a loving hug. His arms wrapped tightly around my back as he kissed the top of my head, I cried onto his chest.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Shawn.” I cried, getting choked up on my words.

“Come here.” Shawn said, pulling me onto his lap. His back rested against my headboard as I curled into his chest. Strong arms wrapped around me. “It’s going to be okay. It’s not your fault. It’s mine. Even though neither one of us knows what we’re doing, we will make it. We may be young and having a baby but we still love each other. Nothing is ever going to change that. I’m going to love you no matter what.”

“Bu- but what will people say about you?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“I don’t care what people say. I love you and I’ll love this baby, no matter what happens or what anybody thinks.” he said, making me smile for the first time in the past few hours. He ran his fingers through my hair.

I sat up to face Shawn. He wiped tears off my face with his thumb before kissing me gently. I admired him for staying so strong for me through it all. It made my love for him grow even more. He began to talk again.

“I see it this way, I’ve wanted you to be the mother of my children for a while now anyways, we’re just getting started a little earlier than expected.”

I planted a kiss on his lips once more. I never doubted that he would be an amazing father, but he just proved it. I laid down beside him to go to sleep. Shawn turned the lights off and returned to my full sized bed, barely big enough for the two of us.

“Goodnight, darling.” He spoke as he kissed my forehead.

“Goodnight.” I whispered back. And with that, we were both off to sleep, my head resting in the crook of his neck and his arm slung over my waist.

so last night i was DMing my original campaign, and since we had a couple extra players at the table this week (Berlin’s husband had the day off and a friend of mine came up to play as well) i wound up sending the whole group on a “two-part retrieval mission” given to them by a strange old man in the woods who promised them quite a bit of money

the first part of the mission involved them trekking north to a small keep a few hours away, sneaking in, finding and retrieving a scroll, and taking it back to the old man - with instructions to do it as stealthily as possible and to at least TRY not to kill anyone

so they get to the keep and one of the group’s new members, a fire genasi named Ash (cue Pokemon jokes for the rest of the night) announces he has a plan to create a distraction so the group can sneak in (this is a fairly new concept to most of them, as they generally just run dick-first into everything - as you do in DnD)

at dusk, Ash heads back into the woods and casts Produce Flame and starts to move around, hoping the sort of “Will-O-the-Wisp” effect will attract attention

our resident cleric and resident tiefling decide they’re going to throw a few uses of thaumaturgy on top of that, and make the flame bigger and rainbow-colored with some “oontz oontz” sounds coming from the area as well

and that’s the story of how my party started a rave in the woods

Robert’s Mistress...

Imagine being the long time mistress of King Robert Baratheon and trying to convince him to give House Martell the justice they deserve for the deaths of Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon.

((Slight AU where Robert stays fit …he’s still a drunk though, at least a little bit. ALSO…I kind of ramble at the beginning, sorry! This is a…rough ROUGH draft of an idea for a one shot I had so…it might not be ALL that good!))

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Almost every King in the history of Westeros had a mistress at some point. Maegor the Cruel had nine wives and a few of them had started out as his mistresses. Aegon the Unworthy was said to have had ninety-nine mistresses and the Mad King, Aerys the Second, was said to have quite a few himself. Whether cruel, insane, or weak, each King had their favorite mistress, and for Robert of House Baratheon, the first of his name, his favorite mistress was…well, it was you.

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