i have never been this afraid of anything ever

Character Arcs Continued

Make sure you remember part one (x)

Please Note: This is absolutely not the only version of the character arc that you will ever see. There are certainly different versions where the points vary, but I chose to explain this one as it has points in common with many others and it is easy to follow.

Every important character should have an arc that carries alongside the plot. This adds a layer of complexity and shows growth in your character. Though roles and patterns are made to be broken, one of the most accepted structures for a character arc looks something like this. Let’s break it down.

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Pjo character quotes

Annabeth - “Knowledge can be your greatest weapon”

Calypso - “The more you love, the more you suffer”

Reyna - “The mind of a queen is a thing to fear”

Piper - “I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures”

Hazel - “The life in front of you is more important than the life far behind you”

Thalia - “I’m not searching for my other half because I am not half”

Bianca - “I still can’t accept the fact that you’re gone forever”

Rachel - “I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream”

Percy - “I have never ever been a blue, calm sea. I have always been a storm”

Jason - “What good are wings without the courage to fly”

Grover - “Be kind to everything that lives”

Leo - “If this is to end in fire then we should burn together”

Nico - “I am not afraid of the dark, I am more afraid of not finding the light once again”

Frank - “In a world where you can be anything, be kind”

Luke - “We’re all puppets. I’m just a puppet who can see the strings”

Zoe - “I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night”

Will - “The best medicine for humans is love”

anonymous asked:

Recently there was an incident in my country where a child pulled a piece of furniture down on top of himself in a shop and it crushed him to death. Very tragic and sad. But my friends and I who have worked retail know that the workers wouldn't have been allowed to do anything. My mother spoke to me about it (she's never worked retail) and when I told her most shops tell employees never ever to touch or interact with children (even if they're in danger) she was disgusted.

It’s because companies are afraid of lawsuits. But tbh if my kid got hurt because of something in your store that was dangerously placed then I’d rather have an employee try to help than not. Some employees have first aid knowledge, so that’s a hell of a lot better than just making them sit back and watch a kid die. Wtf. The arts and crafts store I worked at we were told repeatedly to put overstock of the kids’ craft boxes on the top shelf in the kids’ aisle. I kept telling them this was dangerous because it was reaching the ceiling and wobbling a lot. Even after a kid got hurt they didn’t fucking learn their lesson. They kept stocking things up there like that and we were told we couldn’t do more than just call for an ambulance if it fell again. Luckily the kid wasn’t seriously hurt though. I’m shocked the mother didn’t sue and she would have been within her right.I guess compassion isn’t a part of customer service. -Abby

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*Devastated* “Do you think we would be meant to be together if you weren’t enough? Why do you think like that? You are.. more than enough… you are… everything I need, everything I always wished and more. How can I make you believe me? I’ve been waiting for you my whole life…”


“You see this? This is all because of you… my powers work because of you… they are meant to protect you. If you can’t believe my words, believe nature. This is who we are and my love for you grows stronger by the day”


*Decides to give you your space, but he’s always watching, he’s always protecting you, he’s always loving you* “One day… you’ll see that you are the air I breathe, you are the energy that gives me life. One day you might realize you are more than enough, probably more than I even deserve… and that day, I’ll be here, standing by your side”


*Runs away with you* “If the pressure is too much, all you have to do is tell me and I’ll take you away from the pack for a couple of days. Babe… I love you so much I can’t even explain it, but if you want to wait and be ready… I’ll wait with you. I’ll be here through your break downs, in your happy moments, everyday. Don’t be afraid to love me, don’t be afraid of me”


*The moment he hears the rumors he runs to find you* “I’ve been looking for you… I heard what you… feel. I don’t know how to convince you to stay… and be with me… so I’ll just prove myself to you. I want you to see… how much you mean to me, how important you really are. And this isn’t just about the mate bond. This is real, my feelings for you”


“Everything you feel… I feel too. It hurts… and yet I’m not sure how to make it stop. I want to help, but I’m scared too. It’s too beautiful it paralyzes me, you are too beautiful and pure. I’m yours Y/N, I’ll always be. So there’s time, all the time you need to be ready, I’ll be here to make it less hard”


*He’s at the edge of breaking down* “Please… don’t go. Please… stay with me, I’ll do everything… you are my life, my only one. This life seemed meaningless until the day I found you, that day I took the risk and almost lost my life, just to be with you. You are more than enough, you are my other half”


*Looks for you everywhere, until he finally finds you hiding, alone and suffering* “I thought I lost you for a moment, I thought you were gone for good. Is it really what you want, because I’ll respect it babe… but you have to know I love you and it breaks me seeing you like this. I want to heal you with my love, stop all those insecurities with my care, I want you to find home in my arms. Tell me, are you scared that I won’t love you? Because that’s just impossible…”


“Why didn’t you tell me sooner you felt that way? This is all my fault… I’m sorry jagi… It’s impossible for you to not be enough. I never told you this but… I waited for years to find you, not just the girl meant to be with me, but you. You’ve been in my dreams since I have memory… you are the only one I want, only one I will ever love. You are my girl.”


*Feels useless, like it’s all his fault. Feels that maybe he’s the one not good enough* “I’m scared of losing you, I’m scared that one day you’ll go and never turn back. My heart beats fast when I see you, I become brave but I’m also afraid, because I’ve been waiting… my soul has been waiting a thousand years. I love you, darling please don’t be afraid, please let me in your heart. I won’t let anything stand between us”


*Prince has to come and save his princes, he always does* “I know you have doubts, I know being with someone that makes your heart beat that way scares you. But my love is genuine; I’ll take all those doubts away. Please take my hand, be by myself, because without you I die everyday”


*He can’t think if you are not there, he goes crazy if you aren’t there* “The thing is… that you are everything to me. You are all I’ll ever need and I’m probably the one who’s not enough for you. You are the princess and I’m just some boy, someone who doesn’t deserve you. So I’ll fight for you, for your love. Because you are my reason to live”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

It’s love. And it has always been about love. I don’t understand why I was so afraid of it before. Maybe because those who I’ve given my heart willingly to, never gave me anything in return. I always just wanted someone who’d love me back. Because it’s so tiring when you give little pieces of yourself to every single person who has ever showed interest, to only have them steal those pieces and abandon you. Always leaving me inevitably heartbroken and alone.

But god, meeting you was like every single piece of me went back into place. I feel so whole and complete that the feeling of ever being broken left my mind entirely. Your love has saved me. The sweet tenderness of your touch has made me feel like I’m everything you want in this world. And the way you look at me, I swear to you, no one has ever looked at me like that before. I can’t even imagine my life without you at this point.

Love is in everything I read, everything I write. And everything I see and feel. How could I ever repay you for making me so happily in love?
—  S.V//@Sempiternal.poet on Instagram
My Day Off {Cop!Bucky AU}

A/N: If you want a part 2, let me know!

**Disclaimer: I own no part of the Marvel universe or any of its lovable characters.**

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

I always welcome a day off. Everyone probably does I guess, but after covering two twelves at the hospital for Cindy whose son was sick, and working another ten in addition to my normal three-day work week, I needed a day off more than ever. As I drove home that morning, all I could think about was a long hot bath and then an even longer nap.

“How long does a nap have to be before it’s called a coma?” I wondered aloud as I fiddled with my key in the lock of my front door. I laughed quietly at my own joke, then rolled my eyes at how nurse humor was almost always some degree of morbid.

When the door swung open, all humor was sucked out of me as I remembered why I had been so willing to work thirty-four extra hours this week. My boyfriend of five years had moved in with me after two years together, and then a year later started a new additional relationship. He dated the both of us for two more years before he finally slipped up, accidentally mixing up our Valentine’s Day presents. The breakup had been the easy part; he was out of town a lot for his job (at least I thought it was for his job). Sleeping alone wasn’t hard. No, it didn’t become real until he called me last week.

“Hey, Y/N,” his voice was soft. He sounded broken. It made me wonder if his other girlfriend had dumped him too.

“Hey, everything okay?” I cursed myself for even asking. After five years, I guess old habits die hard.

“Yeah,” he said a little too quickly. “I mean, no,” he sighed. “Of course not. Are you okay?”

I paused, not wanting to make the same mistake he did, and instead steeled my resolve. “Yeah. I’ll be fine. Did you need something?”

I heard him sigh again, and thought I even heard a sniffle as though he was trying to keep from crying. Maybe he’d lost his job. Maybe his family disowned him for being such a pathetic loser… Maybe he really missed me. “I found a place. I get the keys in a couple days so I can finally get my stuff out of your way.”



“I’ll come by on Wednesday to get started. It might take a couple of days…”

“I work a lot this week, just leave your key in the bowl when you’re done.”

My apartment seemed so empty. Colin hadn’t taken much – all the staple items remained including the large TV he’d blown a bunch of money on in college. It didn’t matter though. When I saw the light bounce off his old key in the bowl, it finally hit me.

It was really over.

Five years. Five years of happiness. Five years with my best friend… who I couldn’t trust as far as I could throw him. He was really gone. I worked my way through each room, and mentally thanked the letch for closing the drawers I knew were empty in the dresser. What I didn’t thank him for was the letter sitting on my bed. He even addressed it with the ironic pet name he’d bestowed on me after his favorite dessert.

My cherry pie,

I wish I had a better explanation for what I’ve done to you. I truly wish that I could have been honest with you from the beginning. I told you once that I didn’t believe in soulmates until I met you, and I meant it. You’ve been my best friend for so long, and I was so afraid of losing you that I couldn’t tell you that I wasn’t in love with you anymore. You mean the world to me, and I will never forgive myself for hurting you. I know I cannot expect you to forgive me either. I expect nothing from you, but if you ever need anything, you can always call me.

Your soulmate,


“My soulmate?!” I screeched. I ripped a pillow off the bed and muffled the loudest, most heart wrenching, exhausting scream I had ever conjured. I couldn’t be there, not now. Thoughts of my soak and slumber were long gone. Instead, I showered and attempted to wash away both the grime of the hospital and the grit of my failed – no, sabotaged – relationship. After drying my hair and throwing on some leggings and a sweatshirt, I gathered up my dirty laundry, grabbed a few things to keep me busy, and headed out the door.

I had to take the expressway for a short time to navigate my way to the closest laundromat. Though I attempted to distract myself with music, my anger consumed me as I thought about how misguided and stupid I’d been to date someone who would actually think he could cheat on me for two years and still call me his soulmate.

“Maybe if soulmates want to cut off your left nut and feed it to you.”

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Ephemeral [2]

(adj.) - lasting a very short time; short lived

Member: Namjoon

Genre: Angst, some sort au that is tbd (i think i’ll keep it a secret for now), romance(?)

Words: 1.6k

Summary: There is a man in your dreams. You don’t know what he looks like or what his name is - you only know the sound of his voice. His voice. His voice follows you where ever you go. These dreams are your only source to see him, yet these dreams feel so real.

A/N: Part 2 going strong :) I also created a little something for the future so stay tuned :) Enjoy Xx 

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Originally posted by nelliel66

“Where did you go?” Aeri whispers in your ear as you take your seat next to her.

“Just to the washroom. The wind messed my hair up a bit. Is it starting soon?” You mentally pat yourself on the back for the subtle change in topic.

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Shy Girl

Prompt: The reader goes unnoticed at the job (not at all the famous type, etc) and she’s really shy but once you get to know her she is really sweet and funny. She likes Baron from the moment she lays eyes on him and so does he but neither believes the other is interested so they don’t do anything to actually get to know each other. Sexual tension and love follows that is too palpable to overlook. Cute and fluffy, maybe smutty.  @hiitsmecharlie This became really long…

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Stolen Glances

Fandom: Now You See Me

Imagine/Prompt/Chapter: Imagine secretly liking Jack Wilder, and him liking you back, but neither of you knows it. Merritt sees it though and decides to help the two of you along…..

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1306

(So sorry this took me so long to get out. Between my friend passing away and the boyfriend and family stuff that came up, I took way longer than planned on this. I hope  you like it though! @jaylee-crapnetier )

Out of all the guys you could have fallen for, it had to be Jack Wilder. You had met him when Dylan brought you along with him to meet the Horsemen one day. You worked as an FBI agent with him, and were always on the lookout for new information regarding them. You had gotten too close to blowing the case back open, so he let you in on the secret. And now you basically lived with them when you weren’t working.

The most surprising part of it all was Jack. That he was alive, that you liked him, that he was so kind, that he was so goofy. He was just a pleasure to be around. You didn’t realize that he thought the same way. That he enjoyed spending as much time around you as you did him. He didn’t smile the way he did around you for just anyone. You were the only person he would stay up with until 2 in the morning, getting caught up in teaching you card tricks. The only person he wanted to watch cartoons and eat cereal with in the morning was you. And you didn’t see it.

Merritt did though. He saw it clear as the cards on the table. He could see the look in his friend’s eyes when he watched you and you weren’t looking. He saw the way you constantly smiled at him. Yet neither of you were apparently smart enough to see it. Oh, young love. How blind it could be when you didn’t have wisdom and clarity over the situation. And seeing how he was older and wiser and didn’t have a puppy love blindness in his eyes, he took it upon himself to make it known to these two that they liked each other. Maybe they would actually do something about it and be happy with themselves, instead of stolen glances across the room.

“Hey Jack.” Merritt knocked on his partner’s door and waited for a response.

“Come on in.” Jack called from the inside. The hypnotist smiled as he let himself in and shut the door behind him. “What can I do for you?”

“I think this is more what I can do for you.” He strutted his way across the room and knelt down next to Jack, who was sitting in bed and fumbling with a deck of cards. As usual. The confused face oh the younger magician’s face was priceless. This was going to be fun. “Just look up into my eyes….. And sleep.” He caught Jack by the back of his neck and pulled him against his shoulder. He mumbled a few things into his ear, then snapped his fingers. Jack sat up like nothing had happened at all. “Good chat bud. I’ll talk to you later.”

Later that night, you and Jack were at the table in the kitchen eating dinner. Dylan was called for a case, J was on a grocery run, and Merritt was off hiding in his room. The two of you hadn’t said much to each other as you ate. Just a quiet meal together. Your feet would occasionally brush against each other’s under the table. As soon as they did, you would blush and pull your foot back, but it would soon be back where it had been and you’d do it all over again. Yet neither of you had the guts to actually admit how you felt.

Why in the world you were so attracted to him was mind boggling. Maybe it was how messy he kept his hair when he hung around the apartment. Or how he liked to use funny voices and made you smile. Then again, it was mesmerizing to watch him with a deck or cards. And his smile that lit up the room. He was funny too. Oh so funny. But extremely loving and thoughtful. He seemed to care so much for you. But, it only seemed to be as a friend. It didn’t seem to be a romantic type of caring. You wished with all your heart that it would be though.

Your eyes had drifted down to your plate as you finished up, but they shot back up when the feet of Jack’s chair scrape against the floor. He started to move his arms around and a bizarre stream of words came out of his mouth. It took you a second to realize what was going on. No. Oh no. He was NOT doing that…….

“I’m a little teapot, short and stout.” Why why why why why? “Here is my handle, here is my spout.” You couldn’t help but laugh as he made the handle and spout with his arms. “When I get all steamed up hear me shout.” The dude wasn’t the best singer, but he actually wasn’t the worst. “Tip me over and pour me out.” You laughed even harder when he leaned as if he was pouring something out of his ‘spout’. As soon as the song was over, he stood there. The sudden shock of what in the world he had just done hit him like a brick wall. You could see the look on his face completely change from a happy smile to utter shame.

You haven’t stopped laughing though. How could you? THE Jack Wilder just stood up and sang 'Im A Little Teapot’ to you, WHILE DANCING!!!! You were laying against the table, unable to breathe from laughing so hard. A few minutes later, when you had calmed down for the most part, you looked up and saw Jack staring at you.

“What?” You asked, still grinning like an idiot.

“Nothing.” He shook his head, then took a deep breath. “Actually something. I really love seeing you smile. Even at my expense.” Wait…… what? He did? Holy crap, did Jack like you?!?! No….. or……. maybe…….

“You do?” It was the only thought that you could coherently make out.

“Yeah. I do.” He sits back down in his seat across from you and looks into your eyes. His warm brown eyes……. “I love seeing you smile. And making you smile. I love how you take care of us bums. How you’re an absolute sweetheart, yet won’t take crap from anyone. I have wanted to tell you this for so long Y/N. I just couldn’t though. I don’t…… I don’t do this. The whole really feeling things for a girl and wanting to be with her. Plus, I wasn’t sure if you liked me back. I thought you might, but I wasn’t sure. And I couldn’t say anything if I wasn’t 100% sure that you liked me back. And even now I’m not. I don’t know if you like me. All I know is that I can’t keep this to myself anymore.”

Your smile never faded. If anything, it somehow grew. He did like you! Oh thank goodness. You sat there with a sparkle in your eye, listening to him pour his heart out. It was all you really had ever wanted to hear from him. It felt like a dream honestly. For once, your reality was better than your dreams.

“Jack, I cannot tell you how long I have wanted to hear that from you. I’ve been falling for you since day one. But, like you said, I wasn’t sure if you liked me back and I was afraid to make a move. But, I guess I know how you feel now, so I don’t have to worry.” Jack chuckles and nods.

“Yeah you’re right. Hey, since I can’t take you out on a proper date, how would you feel about renting a movie tomorrow night and holding my hand?”

“That sounds perfect.” You and Jack. The fallen Horseman and an FBI agent. Who would’ve guessed?

Jughead & Reader: The One Moment

Summary: You decide to go to a party with some friends one night. A friend said they were sober enough to drive but you quickly realized that it was a lie and you end up in an accident. Jughead, who had been in love with you for a long time, sat with you at the hospital while you recovered, and told you the truth about his feelings for you.

Requested by: sassi-luna

Listen to: Paradise - Coldplay

It was around one in the morning when you decided to call it quits. You danced, you drank, and you talked to people you never thought you’d talk to while at the party. Your feet were aching, you were starving, and you realized you were thinking about him the entire time. Even though Reggie, Archie, and other guys from your class tried dancing with you, you couldn’t help but think about how you’d rather be with another guy. A guy who would never go to a Rivedale High party. 

“Having fun?” He sent you a text twenty minutes ago and as you sat on the couch waiting for your friends, you replied. 

“I was but I think I’m going to head home soon. What are you still doing up?”

Your heart raced when you saw the three dots. He was still awake and he still wanted to talk to you. You glanced up at the group of people dancing in the living room but you didn’t see your friends. You still had time to text without any interruptions. 

“Working on my book,” he wrote. “How are you getting home? Do you need a ride or something?”

You were grinning like you never had before because it was so sweet of him to offer to pick you up. That’s when your friend sat down next to you. “Oh, she’s smiling. That must mean she’s talking to Jughead,” she said to your other friend who joined the two of you on the couch. 

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Nohrian Festival: Xander and Kamui Married Conversation (Parts 1 & 2)

Whoaaah, I think this is the longest one that I (Marie) have done thus far. As usual, I altered the text here and there so it would make more sense and sound less stilted in English, but the spirit and meaning of the Japanese text is there. I think. It’s still kinda stilted, though.

Usually I use Kamui’s English name, but decided to stick to her Japanese name this time. She and Xander make such a cute couple! Actually…Just about ALL of Xander’s S-support conversations are really cute! He’s totally devoted to his wife, so I don’t think he’ll be the light-hearted womanizer his father was. (Hard to imagine Garon being like that…ugh. maybe he used to look more like Xander?)

Xander and Kamui’s S-support convo is mentioned here, especially in the second part, so you might want to read that first.

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In honor of SquirrelyGirl’s Miraculous Acts of Kindness: Finally

Originally posted by miraculousladybuggifs

Ladybug stretched out her legs on the rooftop in front of her and leaned back on her palms to gaze out over the Parisian cityscape.  She heaved a sigh, trying to sort through the thoughts ricocheting around in her head.  There was a thump behind her, and she smiled without turning.

“Hey, Chaton.”

“That was a rather lusty sigh, my lady.”  Her partner dropped to the roof beside her, and echoed her pose.  “Is everything all right?”

“Chat, can I ask you something?”



He drew his knees up to his body and leaned forward to drape his arms over them, so that he could see her face.  “What is it, bug?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any character design tips? Your designs always look great!

thank you!

ive been asked this a lot i probably should make a post about it eventually hahaha. im tired and i would want to write something wayyy longer but short answer is find what inspires you most and start creating. dont ever view anything to be wrong either? draw crazy things, it’s always easier to tone down than to amp up. never be afraid of trying new things, have an open mind to everything and study visual language! why does something appeal to you, why does something appeal to another individual?

really broad and all over the place but yeah lmaoo

trirulian  asked:

Hey! Just wanted to say I've loved your work in Zelda, danganronpa, and persona! I was wondering how you first gained confidence in your voice acting? For me I have trouble really putting my all into voices when others are around. I DM a D&D group and I thought it would be a good place to practice but I always get to nervous and don't go full out. Are there smaller steps I can do?

Really the first major step to making any progress in a performance-based activity is to stop letting the ‘fear of failure’ (or more succinctly, the fear of looking like a fool) undermine everything you do. One of the easiest tells of when someone is still dealing with ‘environmental wariness’ is when they do what I call soft yelling - yelling in a quiet voice (usually a near-whisper), usually to avoid pissing off family members/neighbors nearby. Rather than expressing their excitement and eagerness to try something fun or silly, people tend to be afraid about being ridiculed or dismissed; they don’t want to do anything unless they’re sure it will come out perfect…which often means never doing it at all.

Admittedly I might have had a bit of an unfair advantage, because current me is still pretty shameless at times and younger me was an undeniable attention whore; getting other people’s attention hasn’t really ever been a personal issue, for better or for worse.

Nothing really I can say that will help beyond that - your most important moments of growth will come from just doing it instead of reading about how. Practice makes (near) perfect!


Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Prompt: Anon prompt

Words: 650

Warnings: ???


When you had first meet Alexander Hamilton, he was fresh off the ship that had brought him from the Caribbean.

You offered him a few apples that you had just bought, then you took him to the park where the two of you talked for hours.

The rest was history, the two of you becoming great friends for the past couple years. You worked at the library, and Alexander was working with George Washington.

Now you would be lying if you said that you didn’t have feelings for Alexander Hamilton. You would have to blind and deaf not to.

He was attractive yes, but that was just a plus. He was smart, confident and brave. He stood for what he believed in, and didn’t let anyone take him down. Not being the most confident person yourself, you looked up to him for help.

He had been with you throughout all of your troubles, and you had been there for all of his. You couldn’t imagine a better best friend, except for the fact that he was away a lot now because of the war. Fortunately he still wrote to you, almost everyday.

But now there was a problem. Your father had died, and your brother didn’t have enough resources to support you. He was going to marry you off to some man you didn’t know. You knew that he just wanted the best for you, but you were still really upset. You didn’t want this man. You wanted Alexander.

The only way that you knew to get out of this was to write him a letter. A letter that told him everything. That you were getting married, that you didn’t want this wedding, and that you loved him more than he would ever know.   

‘My dearest Alexander,

I’m afraid that I don’t know what else to do, but tell you the truth. My brother no longer has enough resources to support me and his family, so he is going to marry me off. To some man that I have never meet before. I know that he means well but it still breaks my heart.

The full truth is that I am in love with you. I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I haven’t said anything before, and I know that you must think that I am a coward for telling you this in a letter, but I didn’t want to lose your friendship. It was one of the best things to ever happen to me.

I beg you to please help me find a solution, or I am take drastic measures and join the war efforts. I beg you to tell me what to do, because I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what to do.

Please Alexander, I love you.

Your friend,



It had been two weeks since you had sent the letter. You hadn’t heard anything from Alexander.

The wedding was at the end of the month, and you didn’t know what else to do. You had met your betrothed a few days ago. He was nice, but he wasn’t your Alexander.

Walking through the park that day you wondered if you had made a good decision sending that letter to him. Maybe you should’ve just told him you were getting married. Maybe he would have at least sent his congratulations.

“Y/N!” That sounded like Alex. “Y/N!”

You turned around and saw Alex running towards you.

“Alex?” He was here?

He grabbed you and pulled you into a ginormous hug.

“You aren’t married yet are you?”

“No. Why?”

“This is why.”

All of the sudden his lips were connected to yours.

“I love you too,” he said as he broke away. “I’m going to talk to your brother. I want you to be my wife. What do you say?”

“I would most definitely say yes.”


Was this good, Idk?

to the young lesbians out there who are closeted or have never been in a relationship with a girl before:

you don’t have to prove anything to anyone, especially yourself. please please don’t think you have to date or kiss or love any girl who shows interest in you. it’s tough to be a teenage lesbian and wonder whether you are valid or whether any girl would ever even like you, and it’s frustrating to always like girls who don’t like you back, but i want you to know that you aren’t obligated to force yourself into a relationship or situation you aren’t sure you want just because you’re afraid you’ll never be happy. if you don’t like her, you aren’t any less of a lesbian or worth any less as a person for turning her down. do what you’re comfortable with, and the rest will follow; i promise you are still valid and worthy of love.

When EXO realize they are truly in love with their Girlfriend.

Uwah~ The cheek question I asked was so cutely done >< When do you think EXO would realize they were truly in love with their girlfriend and how they would act upon it?

This became a little longer than I had expected. Please enjoy!

Suho: He would be coming out of the plane, walking into the airport, ready to head home, when he would start feeling a giddy sensation overcome him. He would look down at his watch, thinking if he hurried he might have just enough time to pick you up from work on his way home. You’d love the surprise. He would imagine your face lighting up the way it always does when you are happy, and you’d jump up in excitement, and run towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, digging your face into his chest, smiling widely, maybe a tear would escape your eyes and roll down your cheek, and he would kiss it away gently. And that’s when he started to notice; even when he was so tired he thought he would collapse right then and there, all he could think of, was coming home to you. It’s all he wanted to do.

That’s when he saw you, waiting at the airport, standing in the middle of a large crowd of people, waving shyly towards him, and he couldn’t contain himself. He ran towards you, picking you up in his arms and twisting you around. That’s when he knew, all he ever would want in life is you, to come home to you, wake up to you, and watch you smile up at him with love filled eyes. He loved you, he was crazy in love with you, and he didn’t care if the other guys were walking behind him, hollering and making fun of him, because right now, he had you in his arms and that’s all that mattered.

Baekhyun: With Baekhyun it would be pretty random, you’d be making dinner for him after practice like any normal night. He’d be sitting on the counter, watching your skillful moves, as you peeled potatoes, and stirred the soup, and suddenly his eyes would widen as he took in the whole of your appearance, the way your hair seemed to always fall out of your messy bun just slightly, and the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, and how your brows creased in concentration while you peeled potatoes, he would notice the curve of your neck, and your apron slinging off one shoulder. And then he would notice how his heart always seemed to skip a couple of beats when you smiled at him, and how your voice always relaxed him, and he would remember how just being around you made him feel so complete, and he would know, he would just know.

“What’s up with you?” You’d ask him with a laugh, holding up a wooden spoon, pointed straight at him, as you raised your eyebrows.

“I’m in love with you” He would tell you with a grin so big it would make Cheshire jealous.

Chanyeol: He would find himself going out of his way to do anything in his power to make you laugh. Sometimes he got in trouble for it, when he pranked the other guys, and they scolded him, or when he did something and ended up getting hurt in the process, but he couldn’t help himself, he just loved the sight of your smile. Whenever you looked sad, it would physically pain him, and he would beat himself up internally for not being able to keep you away from any pain the world brought your way.

He would find himself one day, on the floor, after having tried to dance for you in a jokingly seductive manner, tripping up with the rug and hitting a chair in the process, slightly embarrassed, and he would throw his head back and laugh as you rushed to his side once again to check that he was okay.

“Chanyeol! Why would you do something like that? You could have gotten hurt!” You’d scold him, checking his head for any wounds or bumps.

“Because I’m love with you” He would blurt out unexpectedly, stunning both you and himself. “I love you Y/N, and I would do anything just to see you smile once. I want to take you in my arms and keep you sheltered from the dark side of the world. I want to do anything in my power to make you happy, and make you laugh, because your laugh is the best music.”

“I love you too” You’d tell him, kissing his lips repeatedly, passionately, as he snaked his arms around your body and brought you down onto the floor with him. And he knew it, he knew you were everything to him, and maybe he didn’t know just yet how to be a good boyfriend, or a good husband, he didn’t know just quite how to protect you, but he would try, with all his might he would try.

D.O: He was sat in the middle of his living room, glaring at his friends.

“Hey Chanyeol, did you hear that D.O’s girlfriend is amazing?” Baekhyun would ask from one end of the room.

“OH yeah! And I also heard that she is so so beautiful!” The taller guy would respond.

“Aparently she is also the best girlfriend ever” Baekhyun would add, throwing his hands up in the air for a dramatic effect.

“HOW DO YOU KNOW?” Chen would join in, faking an overly exaggerated surprise.

“BECAUSE HE TALKS ABOUT HER ALL THE DAMN TIME!” Sehun would pipe in, making all of the guys burst into roars of laughter, even Kris was chuckling to himself, arms cross over his chest.

“Okay, okay, I get it, I talk about her a lot,” D.O would reply a little grudgingly, but he couldn’t stop himself from smiling, because he knew they were right. All he ever talked about was her, all that was on his mind was her, she was everything that made him happy, and everything that he had ever dreamed of, and the more he thought about it, the more obvious it became. She wasn’t just a girlfriend, or a silly little crush. She wasn’t just someone he was excited about that moment, because it had been months since they started dating, and the boys still made fun of him for talking about her all the time. That’s when he noticed.

“I’m in love with her” he would speak up, looking at his friends with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and a smile tugging at his lips.

“Took you long enough to notice” Luhan would smile at him, and everyone laughed, because they all knew.

Kai: You’d be sitting beside him on the sofa, eyes wide and glistening, your lips curved upwards into a smile as you energetically moved your hands to act out what you were talking about. He would feel his heart flutter, and his mouth curve to match yours as you passionately described your favorite book to him, completely excited after having finished reading it once again. And he would find himself completely entranced by your every move, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his smile grew wider. And he would notice, he would notice how much he loved it when you were this happy, and this excited, he would notice how your happiness was his happiness, and you could be telling him the most dull thing, and he would still take it all in, because he loved you, and he would never give up on a chance to watch you smile. He had fallen for you, completely.

“Damn I love this girl” He would think to himself, as he watched you move around excitedly, and that night, while you slept, he would pick up your book, still sitting on your bedside table and he would open it. He was tired, and he wasn’t much of a book fanatic, but he would read it, every night, just a couple of pages until he was so tired the words jumped from the paper, and he couldn’t tell the difference between one word and another. And the next time he asked you about it, you would start talking, and he would join in, commenting with you. He would watch your smile grow as you realized he had finally read the book, and you threw your arms around him, kissing down his jaw, because you knew he had made the effort to read it for you.

Sehun: The news hit him hard. He had been at the studio practicing a new dance with the guys when his phone rang. He answered quickly, apologizing to the guys, and they would nag and complain, until they saw the blood draining from Sehun’s face, and a horrified expression take over his face.

“Y/N’s in hospital. Accident. Don’t know if she will make it.” He managed to choke out, rubbing the tears away with his hands, before running out of the studio, Suho following behind to drive him to the hospital. He spent the whole ride in complete silence, every worst case scenario playing out in his mind. The moment he saw you, on the hospital bed, and the doctors explained the situation to him, he felt his heart sink, and he didn’t care what he looked like as tears rolled down his face. Suho put a hand on his shoulder.

“She can’t die hyung. I will die without her, I’ll be nothing. I can’t live without her” And like that he noticed for the first time, how deep his love for you was, and how much he needed a miracle right now. So he waited, and waited, and waited. He never went home, he barely left the room to eat or go to the bathroom. He spent a week sleeping on a sofa in the hospital room, while the other guys visited him every now and again. He held onto your hand, and caressed it softly, praying for a miracle, for anything. He would cry himself to sleep, staring at your still figure on the bed.

Until one day, as he drew patterns of your future life time together, a house, a tree, a dog, two children and you and him holding hands, your eyes fluttered open, and you whispered his name. His eyes began to swell with tears, a grin spreading across his face and he would whisper your name.
“You’re back…” He’d say, and you’d nod, and he would call a nurse to come to check on you, but before he did anything, he would turn to you and look right into your eyes.

“I thought I would lose you, and I have never been so afraid in my whole life. I love you Y/N, more than you can ever imagine, and I can’t imagine my life without you. So please never let anything like this happen to you again, because I don’t know what I would do.” He would tell you, tears still rolling down his pale cheeks, and you would smile a tired smile, and your heart would flutter, because Oh Sehun had just opened up and confessed his undying love for you.

Xiumin: He would pick his phone up, and dial your number without thinking; he even knew it off by heart. Every time he had something, anything, happening in his life and you weren’t there right beside him, regardless of how big or small it was, he would call you to tell you, immediately. Sometimes it would be about an award they got nominated for, sometimes it would be about Chen’s new prank towards Tao, and how much it made him laugh, sometimes it would be to vent to you, tell you his frustrations and how upset he was, and other times it was to tell you he was walking down the street and saw a bouquet of white roses, and they reminded him of you, of how soft your skin is, and how good you smell, and how beautiful you are. It wasn’t until Luhan pointed it out to him that he’d realize it was an actual trend, and he would smile to himself. He wanted to share everything with you, any event in his life, his happiness, his pain, his anger; he wanted to share his whole life with you. So he would pick up his phone, and dial your number, waiting on the tune. He would grin like a five year old when he heard your voice on the other side.

“Yeah Y/N? I just called to tell you I am in love with you, completely and hopelessly in love with you, and I wanted to share it with you” He would tell you, dismissing the slight blush creeping up his face.

Luhan: He sat on a chair on the stage, between Xiumin and Sehun, nodding at the MC who was directing questions at the boys. He kept glancing at the cameras every now and again, reminding himself that you would be watching him, and he had to look his best. He smiled extra brightly, and he couldn’t help feeling a little excited at the thought of you watching him later, from your couch back in your shared apartment.His thoughts drifted back home, back to the morning kisses, and the lazy day cuddles, and the fiery nights, with delicate touches. He remembered your smile, the way you swayed your hips, and how you scrunched up your face when he licked your cheek, just to annoy you, and he felt his heart deflate a little at the thought of not being able to go home to you tonight. God he missed you. He was brought back from his daydreams as the MC directed a question at him. About you.

“So, we hear you have been in a relationship for a while, what is she like?” The MC asked, and the rest of the guys turned to look at him, smiles on their faces, already knowing before he did, exactly what he was feeling. And then he realized, it hit him like a truck, unexpectedly. And he wondered how he hadn’t seen before what was right in front of his eyes, screaming at his face.

“She’s amazing. She is everything I could ever need, and everything I have ever dreamed of.” He replied, his eyes glistening, covered by a sheet of pure bliss and adoration.

“You really love her” the MC would coo, as the guys laughed and pushed him around.

“I really do” He would say, smiling sheepishly at the camera.

Kris: He fumbled with the keys, and opened the door, his body aching and sore from practice. His head hurt from all the over-thinking and problems he had been faced with. In short, today had not been a good day. But the second he came through the door, and saw you in one of his shirts, waiting for him on the couch, dinner ready and set for him on the coffee table (his favorite meal), and a sheepish grin on your face, he immediately felt better. You patted the spot next to you on the couch, and he plopped down, taking no time in digging into his meal. This was when you decided to start rubbing his shoulders, giving him a back massage, getting rid of all the tension. He groaned in pleasure.

“After you are done, I’ll run you a bath, and we can get in it together if you want.” You’d sweetly whisper in his ear. He smiled, for the first time that day, and he felt his heart blow up with happiness, and that’s when he knew. He knew he wouldn’t be able to go on like this without you by his side, looking after him, loving him, and supporting him. It was then that he realized, not only how much you cared for him, but how much you meant to him, and how he never wanted to lose you. It was that moment he realized just how much he loved you.

Chen: He had invited you over to spend the day with him and the guys at the dorm, one of the few days he actually was free. Most of the time you had spent it on his lap, feeding him, and giggling at everything he said, and he loved it, he loved all the attention he got from you, he loved the jealous stares of some of his friends as you showered him with love and affection. He loved your warmth, your smile, and your giggle. He loved being the center of your attention.

But it wasn’t until he saw you running around the living room alongside Chanyeol, chasing Tao with Nerf guns, throwing pillows at him, and smearing his face with lipstick while Baekhyun and Chanyeol held him down, laughing hysterically that he realized just how amazing and fun you were, and how well you fit with all of his friends. How you were just like one of the family. After the two guys had let go of the poor panda boy, Tao would come after you, to try to get you back somehow, and you’d hide behind Chen, who would stand in front of you protectively. And he would feel his heart flutter, and his cheeks start to become pink.

“If you so much as touch the love of my life, you will pay with your own” He would half-joke at him, but deep down he would know he meant those words, and if anything ever happened to you, he would make whoever hurt you pay with their own blood and tears. It was that moment he realized he was madly in love with you, and wanted to spend every day of his life protecting you.

Tao: He’d been working hard, extra hard, and thus he was spending less and less time with you. You kept telling him you understood, and you never confronted him about it, but he knew it had begun hurting you. You no longer waited up for him to come home at night, and you never woke him up in the mornings to kiss him goodbye anymore. Sometimes he’d come home for lunch, and he wouldn’t find you there either. And that’s when he noticed. He noticed you kept spending more and more time with Kris, he noticed the smell of his cologne in the room once he’d come back from the studio, leaving hours after the other guys had gone. He noticed a few dresses he knew neither of you had bought hanging on the shared wardrobe, and he noticed the way you smiled at Kris, warmly and widely. He began to panic. Was he spending so little time with you that you had to find affection somewhere else? Did you no longer love him? Were you cheating on him with Kris? Why was Kris in his house without him there anyway?

He came home early that day, and waited for you. You were later than usual, and he was growing impatient. He couldn’t understand the feeling in the pit of his stomach, he couldn’t understand why instead of being angry, he was so damn upset. You walked in, and said goodbye to someone, but it wasn’t just someone, he recognized the voice.

“Y/N! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry for not spending enough time with you. I’m sorry, but please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me for Kris I promise I will change. I’ll be back early. Please” He begged, falling to his knees and grabbing your waist, tears rushing down his face. He was broken, without you he couldn’t function, he knew it. And that’s when he figured out just how much he loved you, and how much you meant to him.

“Tao…” You’d whisper, patting his head.

“She isn’t cheating on you Tao… She was upset, she wanted me to check up on you… and she wanted me to-“
“Kris please don’t tell him.” You’d beg, but the older boy just shook his head.

“She was planning a trip to China, so you could visit your family, and she was asking me to teach her Chinese.” He told the younger boy, who was looking at you with wide eyes. You didn’t need to hear him speak to know what was going through his mind. How amazed he was at the efforts you made for him, even if he hadn’t been the best boyfriend he could be. He stood up, and wrapped his arms around you, spinning you around, and speaking so fast you couldn’t understand him.

Lay: He’d be lying in bed with you, caressing your back, and playing with your hair as he watched your peaceful expression while you slept, thinking about how much he loved seeing you so calm and relaxed, and how lucky he was to be the one to be able to see you like this, so vulnerable yet so beautiful. He would start to remember his day, and remember how happily you played with that child at the park, throwing the ball back and forth, and would start to feel his heart bubble with excitement at one little thought he had never imagined crossing his mind for some time. He wondered what it would be like, to watch you glow with happiness as you carried his child, who that child would resemble more. He hoped it had your smile. He started to imagine what it would be like to carry that child to the park with you, all of you playing ball, or tag, or playing on the swings. And eventually gifting that child with one, or two or maybe more siblings, as many as you could have.

He would imagine you, dressed in white, flowers in your hair, walking shyly towards him down the aisle. He would imagine you both wrinkly and grey in front of a fire place, holding hands as you read. And his eyes would begin to get cloudy with tears. He knew it. He knew it right then and there. You were the one. The only one. He wanted a whole life time with you. So he grabbed your shoulder and shook you lightly. You grumbled and turned his way.

“Y/N?” he would say, still wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, and you would hum in response.

“Will you marry me?” He would ask. He had no ring, it was 3 in the morning, but you shoot up and stared at him, before throwing yourself at him and covering his face in kisses, a wordless response to an unexpected question.

The Records Room; Moriarty X Reader

Requested by Anon

“Sherlock calm down. We solve cases to help people. It’s okay if we get a little dirty,” you told Sherlock as you, John, and Sherlock hoped down into an old tunnel.

“No, Y/N. You solve cases to help people, I solve cases to solve cases,” the detective retorted.

You rolled your eyes and turned on your flashlight, continuing down the tunnel. “Fine, whatever. As soon as we get these records it’ll all be over.”

Your trio had been solving a case that basically landed on the doorstep of Baker Street. After looking over the case, Sherlock figured it was important enough to lend his time to. The case had led you all down some strange paths but it all cumulated at the National Gallery.

“Ow!” John exclaimed. John shone his flashlight up on what hit his head to see that he had absentmindedly ran into a ladder. “Well, the only way is up,” you told the boys and began to scale the ladder.

“Y/N, you can’t just scale random ladders you find in an abandoned tunnel,” Sherlock tried to reason.

You looked back down at them before saying, “I do what I want,” and continued climbing. They eventually followed your lead and you reached the hatch. “Well, the journey of a thousand miles, begins with one step.”

Sherlock scoffed at your quote but you ignored him and opened the hatch. You climbed out and turned around to help John out. You looked around and saw that you had indeed reached the records room. “Well, we did it,” you told them.

“But what really did we do? We still don’t know who we’re helping by solving this case,” John pointed out.

Sherlock climbed out of the tunnel. “John you happen to be right. Doesn’t it seem a little strange a case involving the National Gallery just happened upon our door step? This case isn’t finished until we figure out who needed it solved.”

Suddenly, a man came out of the shadows slowly clapping his hands. “Very good, Sherlock. Now that took you forever. Who could ever want information from that National Gallery but doesn’t want to get their hands dirty? Hmmmm, I wonder…” James Moriarty said.

John and Sherlock sent the Irish man an intense death glare. “What could you possibly want with these records?” Sherlock inquired.

“You really don’t know? Well, maybe someday you’ll figure out what you’ve just gotten for me. But anyway that’s not the only reason I brought you here. Your little trio has peaked my interest… Well someone in particular anyway,” Moriarty said and then glanced at you. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something but I didn’t expect you to just come meet me somewhere.”

You looked at Moriarty confused and surprised. “Well what do you need to tell me?” you asked.

“My dear Y/N, I’ve been watching you for quite some time now and have recently come to the realization that I find myself falling in love with you. Your beautiful smile, your perfect laugh, and the way you aren’t afraid to talk back to Sherlock are things that I greatly admire about you.”

You didn’t quite know what to say. While you had been attracted to the man for quite a while now, you didn’t think you would ever act on it after what he’s done to Sherlock and John. But somehow, standing there listening to him declare his love for you, you’ve never felt more sure about anything. “What makes you think I feel the same way?”

“You’re kidding me right? My dear, one shouldn’t wear their heart on their sleeve. Lucky for you, I feel the same way. Here’s my number, why don’t you call?” he said before disappearing again.

You looked down at the card and smiled. You didn’t realize what you were doing until Sherlock scoffed and said “You’re not really going to call him are you?”

You glanced back up at the detective forgetting to wipe the smile off your face. Sherlock rolled his eyes and climbed back down the tunnel, beckoning John to follow.

Preference #33 - Waking Up From A Nightmare

I have only this preference and then one more before I write preference no. 35 which is a surprise one which is potentially done in a few parts so I really wanted to try and get these two out. I apologise if they are shorter than a lot of my other works, but I think a lot of you will be excited for preference no. 35. It’s going to start a new sort of section/genre of writing for me so I apologise if it’s a bit off from my usually stuff. I’ve been requested to do similar stuff for a while now but I just haven’t had the courage too. Anyway, I’ll talk more about that when we get to it (I’ll be announcing/writing the preference/first part hopefully real soon). –Renae xx

Riker: Riker; your boyfriend had just got back from tour tonight and for the past six months he has spoken to you about the fact that he’s been having a lot of trouble sleeping. He initially thought it was because he was far from you at first, but then he started to have nightmares. Every night they got worse and worse for him, and when it came to the end of the tour he was afraid to fall asleep. When he got back from tour later in the evening he was completely drained. You could tell not only by the way he looked, but by the way he talked and acted. You didn’t care about catching up with Riker – that could wait – you wanted him to sleep. You helped him to bed but he insisted that you’d stay with him, so you did. While he was sleeping you unpacked all of his clothes and put the dirty ones in the wash so that he didn’t have to worry about it when he woke up. Although, when he did wake up he was full of worry anyway. You were lying next to him reading a book when he woke up. He was sweating and mumbling with his face plastered into a frown. He opened his eyes panting heavily and groaned. You put your book down and rubbed his back soothingly trying to calm him down.
“Again…? Really?” He just nodded in response. You didn’t want to ask what the nightmares were about because you knew it was definitely a touchy subject for him. He just curled up into your side, closed his eyes again and whispered softly into your chest, “Don’t ever leave me…” “I won’t” you promised him.

Ratliff: You’ve always been a fairly light sleeper all throughout your life and so it never helps when there is a huge rainstorm. It’s not that you’re afraid of the thunder or anything like that; it was just that you couldn’t sleep due to the noise of the rain thundering down onto the roof. One thing that always helps you fall asleep is lying next to Ellington and having him run his fingers through your soft and beautiful hair. You could sleep for hours with nothing waking you up. It was perfect. As soon as Ratliff heard some thunder at night he came rushing to your house and into your bed in the perfect cuddle position to stroke your hair and help you fall asleep. It didn’t take you long however, this time, it didn’t take you long to wake up. You had a nightmare. It was as simple as your family not liking Ratliff but it truly affected you.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Ratliff asked with a worried expression on his face.
“Yeah..I just had a nightmare..that’s all.” You responded, your voice a little shaky from the fright you saw unconsciously. Ratliff instantly pulled you in for a tight hug and whispers in your ear. “Hey..it’s okay, I’m here..” He could tell that you weren’t okay and he didn’t even have to ask what was wrong, he was always there for you no matter what.

Rocky: “Are you sure you’re not scared?” Rocky laughed as he turned to see you curled up on the other end of the couch. You just got done watching a horror movie because being best friends with Rocky meant that every movie night was a fright night.
“No..that was nothing..” You said completely unconvincing as you subtly rocked back and forth staring at the end screen. Rocky laughed; he always loved to make fun of you – he knew you never were the biggest fan of horror movies but he appreciates that you take the time to watch them all with him.
“Come on then. Let’s go to sleep.” He set up his bed for you to sleep on and he took the floor. His parents and your parents didn’t mind that you two slept over each other’s houses because they knew that you and Rocky were strictly best friends.
You managed to fall asleep at 2am and woke up almost twenty minutes later; so quickly that Rocky wasn’t even fast asleep yet. You tossed and turned and then shot straight up just as the man with the chainsaw managed to catch up to you in your dream. You let out a yelp.
“Whoa! Whoa! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Rocky shot up too as soon as he heard you, his face full of concern. You start to tear up because that dream felt so incredibly real. He instantly got off the floor and climbed into bed with you, wrapping you up in his body and rocking you back and forth soothing while rubbing your back, trying to calm you down. He kept telling you in your ear that it was okay, that everything was going to be okay. It was going to be okay. Everything was always okay when you were with Rocky.

Ross: Brinnng Brinng. Brinnng Brinng. Brinnng Brinng.
You hated when your sleep was interrupted. What now? You asked yourself as you groaned and checked who was ringing. Your phone had the name Boss Lunch written across the screen – that was the silly nickname Ross put in your phone a few months back with the most derpiest photo of him in the contact bubble. Your phone also let you know that it was two in the fucking morning. Why the hell was Ross ringing? You answer the phone all groggy and annoyed.
“What? What the fuck do you want?” You didn’t mean to come across really rude but you were tired from working and you just wanted to sleep. There was a sigh of relief on the other side of the phone.
“Oh thank god. You’re alive.”
“What do you mean ‘thank god I’m alive’? What made you think I was dead?”
“Oh, well, I had a nightmare that you and I were secret spies and on a mission you got shot and died.” You rolled your eyes.
“And so..you instantly just assumed that I was dead in real life because I died in your dreams?”
You could tell that Ross finally got how stupid all of this was because his voice was shameful and he was trying to convince himself.
“Well..dreams are meant to be significant..aren’t they?” You groaned again.
“I can’t believe you woke me up over a stupid dream..” You heard Ross mumble a little sorry on the line and there was a little silence for a while. You closed your eyes wanting to go back to sleep but stayed on the line because you wanted to see what your idiot of a best friend had to say.
“So..what are you doing toda-“ You hung up. Not today. You’re sleeping in. 

anonymous asked:

Could you please do an imagine where the reader is dating Cassian and she hasn't been sleeping and he starts to take a notice because it is too late. She faints during battle and he has to help and comfort her? Thank you!

Kind of tweaked the plot of this one just a bit, hopefully it’s still okay?!

Also, it got kind of long. Don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. 

Warnings: None

Words: 1,193

The nightmares had started the same night that you had returned from Jedha.

You had gotten a taste of what The Death Star could do and you were terrified.

Every time that you closed your eyes, all you could see was mass destruction.

Images of whole planets and their inhabitants being obliterated to nothing…

“No!” The sound of your own bloodcurdling scream would startle you awake.

Drenched in perspiration, heart pounding, your breaths coming in short gasps…

The disturbing dreams you had of The Death Star were much too vivid, too real.

So, to keep the awful nightmares at bay, you simply decided to stop sleeping.

Because you couldn’t dream if you didn’t sleep, right?

It was well into the evening. Although everyone else in the hangar had called it a night and retired to their sleeping quarters, you had stayed behind, deciding that you would keep on working for a little while longer. You were aboard your ship, a U-wing freighter, having a look at a minor glitch on the copilot control panel. The lack of sleep was starting to get to you, though, which was making the job about a hundred times harder than it actually was—your concentration was impaired, it was becoming increasingly difficult to see straight, and your memory, which was normally extremely sharp, was beginning to fail you completely. But you refused, absolutely refused to let yourself give into your exhaustion. 

“There you are,” a familiar voice came from behind you.

Startled, you glanced over your shoulder. “Cassian?”

He, along with his reprogrammed Imperial droid, K-2SO, had boarded your ship.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he said. “It’s late, what are you still doing here?”

“Something’s up with the altitude control on the copilot panel. I’m fixing it.”

Cassian looked at you, frowning slightly. “You don’t look too good,” he observed as he stepped towards you. “Is everything alright?”

You nodded, your head suddenly feeling very heavy. “I’m fine.”

“I find that answer to be dishonest,” Kay stated from behind Cassian.

“I’m fine,” You repeated, scowling at the droid. 

“You’ve been working all day. Have you eaten anything?” Cassian asked.

Kay spoke again. “She has not.”

“Shut up, Kay!”

“Perhaps her lack of proper nutrition is what is causing her to be so irritable.”

Cassian sighed, lightly shaking his head. “He means well, you know that.” Taking your arm, he leaned down and lovingly kissed the top of your head. “The cantina is still open. Let’s go and get you something to eat.”

“But I have to finish this.”

“You can finish up in the morning,” he insisted. “You need to eat.”

Normally you wouldn’t let Cassian have his way so easily, but this time, you did.

“Alright. Fine. I’ll finish in the morning.”

“That’s my girl. Come on, let’s go.”

You started following him towards the door, but then stopped abruptly.

A wave of dizziness came over you and you swayed unsteadily. You reached out, steadying yourself against Kay.

Worried, Cassian was instantly at your side. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” You managed to reply as everything around you began spinning. 

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, although as you tried to take a step forward, your knees buckled.  

You vaguely heard Cassian say your name before collapsing against him.

“Kay, I need to get her to the medical facility!” He slid one arm behind your back and the other under your knees, quickly scooping you up. “Let them know we’re coming and to have a bed ready.”

“No,” You protested, groggily. “No, Cassian, please. I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not okay. You nearly just fainted right now—”

“I don’t want to go. Please, I don’t want to go,” You pleaded, weakly. 

Cassian seemed torn.

You clutched at his jacket. “Please.”

Sighing in defeat, he glanced at Kay.

“I’m going to take her to my quarters. Lock up her ship.”

Although you insisted that the dizziness had subsided and you were well enough to walk on your own, Cassian simply ignored you and carried you the entire way.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” You maintained as he laid you down onto his bed.

He grabbed his canteen from the floor, handing it to you. “Here. Drink.”

You hesitated, but then lifted the canteen to your lips, taking a sip.

The cool water instantly soothed your dry mouth and throat.

Taking a few more sips, you glanced around.

Even though the two of you had been romantically involved with each other for a while now, this was the first time that you had ever been in his private quarters.

“So.” After a while, Cassian spoke. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on.” 

He scoffed. “I’m not Kay, but I know you well enough by now to know you when you’re lying to me.”

You hesitated, knowing there was no other choice but to tell him the truth.

“I haven’t been sleeping very well. Actually, I haven’t been sleeping at all.”

He sat down beside you, his dark brown eyes silently urging you to continue.

“I’ve been having nightmares,” You confessed, feeling your face grow warm. 

“Nightmares?” he repeated. “About what?”

“About The Death Star. Ever since we got back from Jedha…” Your trailed off for a moment, shaking your head. “I know that they’re just dreams, but when I close my eyes, I can see it, Cassian. And it’s not just that I see Jedha being destroyed, but I see other planets too.”

A warm tear slid down your cheek. Embarrassed, you quickly wiped it away.

“So you stopped sleeping,” he realized in a murmur.

“I’ve never been this afraid of anything. I feel like such a coward.”

Cassian narrowed his eyes at you. “Hey. Look at me. You’re not a coward. You’re one of the strongest, bravest people that I have ever known. But it’s okay for you to be afraid. That doesn’t make you any less of a soldier.”


“Really.” He reached up, touching your cheek. “But you can’t just not sleep.”

“I’m exhausted,” You admitted. “But it’s the only way I don’t have nightmares.”

Cassian’s lifted a hand to your face. “Sleep with me tonight.”


“Stay the night with me.” His thumb lightly grazed your skin. 

“No, Cass, I couldn’t inconvenience you like that.”

“Inconvenience me? Never.” 

You chewed nervously on your lower lip as you thought it over.

“Please, stay. Let me be the one to chase your nightmares away.”

You turned your head, pressing a kiss against the palm of Cassian’s hand. 

“Okay,” You agreed, softly. “Okay. I’ll stay the night.”

He smiled. “I’ll get you one of my shirts so you can be more comfortable.”

After you changed out of your clothes and into one of Cassian’s spare shirts, the two of you climbed underneath his thick woolen blanket. You laid with your back to him, and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close against his chest.

Your eyes felt incredibly heavy, but each time you found yourself starting to doze off, you would quickly jerk awake.  

Cassian must have felt it.

“Don’t fight it,” he whispered, holding you tightly. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

It’s almost three in the morning. That’s dedication right there!