idk i like the back of her head

Beware the Ides of March

this isn’t the fic i intended to write today (or ever really) but it’s the fic that happened so

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Bellamy doesn’t believe in any higher power, not really. He also doesn’t believe in fate, or coincidence, or any of those other things that people like to blame random happenings on.

But he will admit that if he did actually believe in any of those things, he would be fully convinced that they were laughing at his misfortune at this very minute which. Honestly, he would be too if not for the stab wound in his side. Stab wounds apparently make the whole laughing thing kind of difficult. Who’d’ve known.

“Would you just hold still?” Clarke huffs as she tries to clean the wound.


“You’re incorrigible.”

“And your bedside manner sucks, princess.”

She pinches the soft skin on the inside of his bicep and he yelps, glaring at her balefully.

It’s not like he wants to be here, sitting on the uncomfortable examination table in the ER, shirt off, and paper crinkling noisily beneath him each time he so much as breathes. No one ever wants to be in the ER, leaking blood all over the place because they were fucking stabbed in a mugging gone wrong, not even if the opportunity lends itself to a bout of truly morbid humour.

Just this morning he was telling his sophomores about the Ides of March and now here he is, living his own version of it. Again, he would be laughing except- stab wound.

Clarke is bent over his side, wisps of blonde hair escaping her braid and looking platinum in the harsh fluorescent hospital lighting. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she goes over the cut with antiseptic, and he hisses once more.

“That hurts,” he grunts, and then flinches again when she goes back in with another piece of gauze. Most of the bleeding has stopped, but there’s still a lazy trickle that she has to keep wiping up intermittently.

“Stab wounds tend to do that,” she deadpans.

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anonymous asked:

What would Link do if Zelda put a flower crown on his head?

Set post-game.

“No peeking, Link.”

Zelda’s voice was met with a slightly dissatisfied grunt from her knight. With a smile, she turned back to her mysterious activities as he sat idly in the grass, right behind her.

They had been sitting on top of a grassy hill for a while, to rest after a long morning of horse riding. Mostly Zelda, that is – Link was already used to ride for many hours at a time and didn’t have much reason to stop, though a break was always welcome.

He looked around, searching for something that could distract his painfully curious mind. There wasn’t much of interest around them – only grass, trees and flowers he had seen countless times on his journey – so his eyes landed on Zelda once again.

“It’s not a frog, is it?” he asked after what seemed like an eternity. She looked over her shoulder, meeting Link’s apprehensive eyes. “I’m not gonna eat a frog.”

Zelda’s eyes lit up, and she turned to him, masterfully hiding whatever she was holding right behind her back. 

“So you remember that…!”

Link’s eyes widened at what seemed like an implication.

“Wait– did I actually eat the frog?!”

“No, you didn’t,” Zelda said with a chuckle, and he seemed to relax a little. “I didn’t want you to eat the poor thing, just taste it.”

Link nodded, more relieved, and they fell in thoughtful silence for a moment. He had started picking on some grass when Zelda frowned.

“Wait,” she spoke up, causing Link to look up from the blades of grass on his hand. “I saw some elixirs in your stuff a few days ago. Elixirs that have frogs in their recipes, I’m sure.”

“Those were cooked, alright?” he quickly shot back, and an amused grin appeared on Zelda’s face. “They’re not slimy and gross and– what?”

“Oh, Link,” she said with a hearty laugh, and he could feel his face get warmer. “So you’re telling me you can slay hordes of monsters, but can’t lick a cute little frog to save your life?”

“The slime, Zelda, the slime!” Link threw his arms back to emphasize his point, and let his body fall comfortably on the grass.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the princess still smiling at him, although now she didn’t look as amused at his embarrassment as she was before. In fact, she looked quite… distant? Before he could pinpoint what it was that made her look that way to him, she quickly cleared her throat and turned her back. 

“Answering your question,” she said firmly, “no, it’s not a frog that I have here.”

“What is it, then?” He had his eyes on the bright blue sky, as if they held the answers. “What sort of slimy animal is it?”

“It’s not an animal.”

“Is it slimy?”

“No,” she said with a chuckle. “It’s neither an animal nor slimy.”

Link stopped to think for a moment, staring blankly at the few clouds that passed above the hill.

“Is it a mushroom?” Zelda instantly shook her head, but he already had another question in mind. “A rock?”

“I’m almost done with it, just give me a minute,” she answered after a while, looking over her shoulder for a second. “And no, it’s not a rock.”

Link breathed deeply. His curiosity was eating him from the inside, urging him to take a peek wihout her noticing. He felt the same as he did whenever he saw a non-magnetic chest just out of reach in a shrine – except now, the puzzle stopping him from getting the loot was Zelda.

“And… finished!” she exclaimed, and Link quickly sat up, as if awoken suddenly. She turned to him with her hands behind her back. “Close your eyes, Link!”

The smile she had on her face made him not want to comply, but he did anyway.

The sound of her knees shuffling the grass got louder as she approached him, accompanied by a familiar sweet smell one could only feel when very close to the princess.

Zelda’s warm breathing on his forehead and her light touch on his hair distracted Link from his other senses, until he felt something almost weightless surround his head. He still wasn’t sure what it was, but at least now he knew it couldn’t be a rock.

Despite being on the edge of discovery, however, his curiosity seemed to have calmed down, and he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when he felt Zelda distance herself from him.

“Can I…?” Link asked softly, his hands hovering over his head.


He opened his eyes and carefully touched the item, instantly recognizing what it was now that his fingers got to touch it.

“A… flower crown?”

“Yes,” Zelda said with a proud smile, her hands clasped together. She then moved to the side and pointed to a spot that previously had been behind her. “I saw this litle bunch here and I just knew I had to give it a try!”

Link raised an eyebrow as he looked at the spot. It was a patch with a few dozens of light pink flowers, the same species as the ones now on his head. How could he have thought of rocks but not of them?

“Thank you,” he said with a nod, taking the crown off his head to look at it more carefully. The flowers were neatly tied to one another by their stems, and although the structure was delicate, it looked quite sturdy. Still, he held it very lightly, as if afraid of having it disintegrating in his hands. “It’s very beautiful.”

Link turned to Zelda with a small smile, and she quickly took her gaze off him to look at the object. Her face seemed to be a bit redder than what it normally was.

“Don’t be afraid of damaging it, you should wear it while it lasts,” she said as she scooted closer, and then grazed her fingers lightly over the flowers. “You look graceful with it… almost like a princess, I should say.”

Link tilted his head to the side, looking at her with a curious smile.

“But you are the princess.”

“Well, I said ‘almost’ for a reason.”

Zelda’s cheeky smile made him snort, which, in turn, only caused her grin to widen. She then took the crown from his hands and carefully placed it back on his head, brushing his bangs to the side.

“But don’t worry, one day you will get there.”

Link was about to speak when Zelda got up, brushing grass off her pants.

“We should get going, I feel rested now,” she said firmly, staring down at her flower knight. “We still have a long way to go.”

Link nodded and got up, following her as they went down the hill in the direction of their horses. Every now and then he would adjust his gift a little, making sure it stayed in place as it defied the slope.

He wore his crown proudly for the rest of the day – almost like a princess, as said by one herself. One day he would get there.

All the more reason to restore their kingdom, he thought.

Sleepless || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by myjaspar

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Word Count: 1.3k+

Summary: You can’t sleep, and so instead, you reflect on your past with Joe, and how every part of your life fell into place. 

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I switched from using ‘her’ and ‘(Y/N)’ to using simply ‘you’, thats just what felt natural idk, again, I hope thats okay xo 

It was two am, and the sirens on the streets of London were keeping a certain girl laying in a bedroom often mistaken as a porn studio due to all the camera equipment, wide awake. Her hair was a mess, knotted at the back with random strands hanging in her face that even though it was silly, she glared at like it was their fault that she couldn’t sleep.

She sits up with her back against the headboard, white duvet pulled up to her chest and her head tilted to the left as she spends a moment simply admiring the boy lying next to her. He was snuggled up tightly, with one leg under the covers and another on-top of them, something that he did almost every night and yet it never failed to amuse her.

His breathing was shallow and his eyes were barely closed, just enough to keep him in his state of sleep. His fists were clenched around random parts of the sheets and his mouth was open an inch - he was the definition of ‘sleeping beauty’.

(Y/N) purses her lips and slowly climbs off of the bed, being extra cautious with her movements as she narrowly avoided knocking over one of the gigantic umbrella lights that Joe had stored in their bedroom until he could decide where he wanted to put them.

When she finally makes it out of the room and into the dimly lit hallway, she sighs in relief and makes her way towards the bathroom, splashing some water on her face and relieving herself before leaning her elbows on the edge of the sink and staring at her reflection in the mirror.

The dark circles under her eyes were more prominent than ever, and the lack of colour in her cheeks made her frown a little as she brought the tips of her fingers up to lightly brush against her skin. She was exhausted, that was for sure, and the fact that she looked the way she felt made her feel so much worse.

Deciding that some fresh air could help clear her mind, she pulls on her robe and walks through the apartment and toward the balcony, messing with the lock for a moment before pushing the door open and walking out onto the balcony with a soft inhale of air. For a second, the cold air caressing her face and bare legs made her feel so much more human than she’d felt just a few seconds before; but then it all stopped. She was still the exhausted girl who had issues growing out of her ears.

She exhales shakily and sits down on one of the couches, curling her legs up to her chest and closing her eyes, trying to distance herself from the constant sounds of London that had proved alot harder to adjust to than she’d initially anticipated. London was beautiful, it had everything you could ever want in a city, a huge park with areas that just brought complete solace, it had thousands of restaurants and was home for every ethnicity out there.

You and Joe were childhood sweethearts. He was your first kiss and you were his, you dated for three years whilst in primary school but then were forced to break it off because a girl even more popular than you asked Joe out. You were sure back then that your heart broke as you watched him walk away, hand in hand with the girl who had labelled herself 'queen of the east playground’.

But now when you think back, you simply giggle to yourself; because everything was so much different back then. All it took for you to get over Joe was watching Zoe put sand in his bed as revenge on your behalf - and that was that. You somehow still remained as close as ever, though you no longer held hands in the playground or kissed eachother on the cheek when you were feeling particularly rebellious.

The Suggs had always been a huge part of your life, and secondary school brought around unexplored territory regarding that. People started making fun of you, saying that it was just plain weird how you could be such good friends but not date. It was the stupidest thing, for people to pick on you simply for not dating your bestfriend; but Zoe soon came to your rescue and shut each and every one of those girls up.

In year nine, every boundary you’d ever set was crossed - and it shifted the course of the future without you even realising. Joe had just broken up with his girlfriend of three months, a huge fight about how she was only using him for popularity. As his bestfriend, you were required to be there for him, even as he cried softly and repeatedly asked you questions that you just didn’t know the answers too.

You could remember that night vividly. You were walking around the Shire with your hands entwined, swinging between you as you walked - seeing who could spot the house with the best Christmas decorations first. It was cold, but you’d both wrapped up warm, especially since Graham and Zoe, who was filming a video at the time you left, insisted that you’d get ill if you didn’t wear thick enough jackets.

When you did finally find a house with the most amazing lights that you’d seen, perhaps ever, you couldn’t help but stare up at it in awe, silently wishing that one day your house could look as festive as that. Joe was sure though, as he stared at the way your long hair blew around your head, your scalp shielded with a hat, that you were more beautiful than any lights that he’d seen that night.

You could remember turning your head up to look at him, parting your lips to speak but freezing and closing your mouth when you saw the way he was staring at you. You smiled nervously and looked down at your feet, pushing your hair back behind you ears as you look up at him through your lashes shyly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because.” Was all he said, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment until he cupped your flushed cheeks in his hands and leaned in, brushing his lips against yours softly. Your eyes had widened in shock, but within seconds you melted into the kiss, you eyes fluttering closed and your arms making their way around his neck, pulling him even closer to you.

You didn’t know it back then, but Graham had decided to come and find you after you didn’t come back on time, worried that you’d gotten lost or simply just lost track of time. And he was there, watching with a knowing smile on his face as you and Joe continued to kiss, rolling his eyes and smirking as he turned around and began the short walk home.

And now here you were, years later, still just as in love with Joe as you realised you were when you pulled away and looked into his eyes that night. You look out at the view, and smile to yourself, snuggling further into your robe as a cold breeze blows over your exposed skin.

“Baby?” Joe’s groggy voice comes from the balcony door, and your turn you head to smile at him sheepishly. He rubs his eyes and walks out onto the cold floor, jogging over to the chair and lifting you up easily, taking your seat and placing you back in his lap. You push your head into the crook of his neck as he hugs you tightly. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” You mumble, and he hums in understanding, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger subconsciously as he pushed his nose into you. You giggle and look up him with a grin. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Loving you.” He grumbles, pulling you even closer to his chest as you sigh in happiness and inhale the scent of his lingering cologne. “You remember the first time I told you that I love you?”

You smile softy and close your eyes. “Like it was yesterday.”

Hold on for Me (Steve Rogers x Reader)

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Summary: You loved him. He didn’t know. And then, on a mission, you go and do something stupid. But maybe it was for the best.

Word Count: 1198

Warning(s): blood, gunshot wound

A/N: i’m not really feeling this one, especially with how well granted did about a week ago. i’m trying to get through what i have left then i have some part two’s to do! also… the end is vague for a reason so do with it what you will ;-)

Prompt: Hi! Idk if you’re still taking requests but if you are, can I ask an angsty-fluffy one that has the line “I made the biggest mistake of falling in love with my /best friend/.” Or something like that. Or the girl’s in love with her best friend who likes someone else/doesn’t see her until she gives up on him trope? Steve/Reader, please. I SO love your writing and I can’t wait to read more!😊 - anon

“Shit, there’s more of them then we thought.”

“Hey, watch your language.”

Steve turned his head to look back at you just long enough for you to catch the glare he shot at you. You couldn’t help the smug grin that captured your lips, patting him on the back, and mumbling an apology. It obviously wasn’t the time to be making jokes, being that you were on a mission and all. But you really couldn’t help making fun of your best friend. Especially when Steve just made it so easy.

“On my count,” Steve whispered, and even though you were right behind him, he was amplified over the comms, just in case you were to get separated. “Three.”

You tightened your grip on your ICER. Steve moved his shield to the magnets on the sleeve of his uniform.


Steve looked back at you again. A soft smile crossed your face, forgetting, just for that split second, what you were there for. He nodded, and you broke out of it and nodded back.


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lsiten if ness’s writing doesn’t make you clutch ur chest idk man idk

guess what, we have a tag for this collab: flamakness collab. find all of the collab related things thereee~

“– around,’ Soul said, helping her along with a gentle push until the back of her head was facing him. He tugged the ribbons from her grip, muttering something about how he knew she liked wearing them so often. It felt like an appropriate gift, he continued to reason, as if he needed one to give her anything at all. She felt his hands run softly through part of her hair, untangling a few of the strands slowly to not hurt her, gathering the rest in his palm to pull up into a rough ponytail, and finishing it off with a little bow…” - @l0chn3ss

- @mrsashketchum

sana and yousef have the most banterful relationship and you can’t convince me they don’t

like he teases her so much (fondly, never ever hurtful, never pushing boundaries). and she just narrows her eyes at him and makes some sassy response and literally roasts yousef and it makes yousef’s head fall back with laughter because sana is just so funny and clever and where does this girl get her wit from

sana lowkey loves making yousef laugh. she loves making all her friends laugh

there is one time where yousef runs over and nudges sana’s hand while she’s applying some of her Dark Lipstick™ and that’s the only time she hasn’t said anything and instead runs over to him and swats him over the head (he ducks and tries to avoid it but you can’t avoid sana when she’s on a mission). and everyone around them is ????? what is happening???? but yousef is laughing so everyone guesses that it’s all good (sana is totally not laughing either she’s completely annoyed what do you mean the corners of her mouth are twitching upwards)

anyway they’re at this party one time and yousef is just chilling with his arm around mikael (mikael is playing with the fingers yousef has on mikael’s shoulder, trailing up and down them lazily). sana is there too, and it’s the first time yousef has introduced her to mikael properly. like, they’ve met in passing before, but this is the first time sana has met mikael as yousef’s boyfriend. and yousef is aware that sana has been eyeing mikael the whole night, been asking him pressing questions. and she’s been kind of tough on mikael, actually. 

(when she leaves to check vilde isn’t throwing up, mikael turns to yousef and says, “she hates me!” and yousef just rolls his eyes and shakes his head and says “no, baby, she doesn’t hate you” but he kind of wishes sana would chill just a little bit)

but yousef knows she won’t, really. because as much as sana and yousef joke around, they are like brother and sister, and sana would never keep quiet if yousef was with someone that she didn’t think was worthy of him

but she comes back and sits next to them and they start talking again and yousef tries to change the atmosphere to something more relaxed. it’s all chill, everything is chill, the vibe is good, even if yousef can tell that mikael is still a little nervous.

then someone accidentally spills a drink over sana and oh my god yousef tries really hard not to laugh - like he tries, tries so hard, but sana KNOWS he finds this funny so she turns to him and glares at him and that’s when he loses it, laughter bubbling out of him, he can’t help it

and he chokes out an, “are you okay?” even though he knows she’s fine, and sana just glares at him more and says, “is something funny?” and oh god yousef just laughs more and more until suddenly sana is throwing a drink over him too

and he scoffs, shakes his hair like a dog (splattering it all over mikael, thank you very much), and then he asks, “what was that for?!” 

sana just scowls and says “you know what that was for, yousef acar”

and mikael snorts and yousef turns to him, mocking offence, saying, “what, you’re taking her side now, baby?!”

and mikael just shrugs and says “you deserved it”, grinning like an idiot before moving some of yousef’s wet hair away from his eyes and asking, a little more softly, “are you okay?”

and something in sana’s expression softens because she registers the tone in mikael’s voice, the softness, the way he looks at yousef with so much warmth and admiration. and even though yousef is literally the biggest idiot on the planet, sana knows he deserves to have someone speak to him and look at him the way mikael speaks and looks at him. with care, with gentleness, with teasing grins and soft touches.

okay. okay. maybe she’ll give mikael a chance after all.

Ok so last time I watched AotC I kind of noticed that even though Anakin is very deferential to authority. there actually were a couple of times where Anakin is openly defiant and contradictory of Obi-wan. But Obi-wan seems a bit taken aback by it, implying that that’s not typical behavior for Anakin.
And those handful of instances, mind you, are in the presence of a Padme, right when they meet up again.
The only time Anakin was outwardly rebellious was when he was trying to impress Padme by, subconsciously or not, showing her that he wasn’t a slave anymore. And he does seem kind of guilty about it, like he knows he shouldn’t be talking back but he just really wants to prove to her that he can.

Cassian (& Nesta) Headcannon

This got a bit…. long


•Cassian, with his 500 years of living, has picked up how to play some musical instruments out of curiosity
•BUT, he’s never really played in front of or for anyone
•His favorite instrument is definitely the piano
•He just- he loves the way the chords flow together and the sounds that resonate in a room even after he’s stopped pressing down on the keys
•He loves to lose himself in the notes; to let everything in him be consumed by the way music affects him so intensely
•So one day, Cass is in the House of Wind or something when everyone else is gone doing their own thing
•He’s wandering around and just so happens to walk past one of his favorite rooms, where his beloved piano is bathed in golden sunlight in this open, airy balcony, music room type of thing
•And his fingers twitch as his side, yearning to create melodies long since suppressed, considering he hasn’t played in what seems like forever
•So he gently crosses the room and sits down on the bench; runs a hand lovingly across the lid of his piano before placing his fingers tentively on the ivory keys
•And with a deep breathe to calm his nerves, he begins to play
•It’s messy at first; years of not playing has caused his brain to muddle his usual technique, but he still continues, pushing on
•Slowly, slowly, the notes start to come out smoother
•Memories and notes come back to him in waves; his fingers dancing across the keys in excitement, having almost forgotten how good it feels to release his emotions and craft them into something beautiful
•He remembers now, why he started learning to play piano in the first place
•He remembers: a younger Cassian wandering around Velaris, centuries ago, and hearing something that stopped him in his tracks
•It was music- a type he’d never heard before; music that burrowed itself in his skin and settled along his bones
•So he followed that sound, coming to a shop with its door open, and peered in to see an older woman sitting at a piano bench
•He watched her for a few moments, losing himself in the movement of her hands- how intricate the chords seemed to be, and he wanted it so bad- wanted to know how to create something as breathtaking as that
•So after her musical piece came to an end, he approached her, swallowing his pride to get out the following breathless words, “Can you- can you teach me?”
•From then on, he would go to that little shop to be taught the ways of the massive instrument
•She taught him & he learned to know which pedals to push and how long to hold each note; how to build a piece higher and higher until the crescendo shattered into existence, all from the tips of their fingers
•Eventually, when he was quite advanced in learning and playing after months of practice, the woman told him that her job was done, all that was left was for him to create his own music instead of learning hers
• “You have so much inside of you,” she had said, gently pressing a palm to his heart. “You must take all those deeply buried feelings and let them out. Forge them into something useful, something that brings you peace instead of turmoil. You must understand that music is your companion, it will be there when all else is lost. Don’t forget to share your burdens, your happiness, your sorrow, with the one thing that will never betray you.” With that, she had taken the hand that was still on his chest and placed it on her magnificent piano, letting her own memories sweep her into an inviting embrace as Cassian quietly left for the day
•A few weeks later, as Cassian was making his way back to the old lady’s piano shop for a visit, he walked in to find the place empty- all except the piano they had played on together for hours on end
•And as he made his way over to the instrument, he found a note laying on top of it saying, “She is now yours, and she is your friend. Treat her well.”
•Cassian has never seen her again, but the memory of her will live on with him for as long as he’s alive
•So now, he is currently sitting still at the House of Wind, having lost himself in the memories of his earlier life, and he just - starts crying
•Like, it hits him so hard and he misses the old woman who taught him how to play and he wants to go back to the time where everything was not quite so hectic; before Amarantha and the King of Hybern and all the wars that he has fought in
•He wants to go back to the time where his soul wasn’t so heavy, even though he has never experienced a time where he’s been completely light hearted
•Not until her
•With that thought, his silent tears instantly slow until they stop
•When he’s with her, everything seems so simple
•Although she’s a pain in the ass a lot of the time, he wouldn’t have it any other way
•He recalls a past conversation with Rhysand, where his brother had confessed to him that when Feyre and him had first gone to the Summer Court, Feyre had told the High Lord Tarquin that, “It would be very easy to love you.” Rhys had been a wreck whenever it came to his mate (during the time she didn’t know she was his mate yet)
•But those words had stuck with Cassian for a while
•It is very, very easy to love Nesta
•With that notion, and feeling of love in his heart, he begins to play again
•But this song is slow, peaceful, and effortless
•He let’s his heart compose this piece, as his hands do the work
•The music is lovely, resembling the most cherished of his feelings
•And Cassian can’t help but memorize it; he knows it’s dedicated to his love- to Nesta
•And after this afternoon is over, and he has created the most graceful tune he has ever played, he knows he has to show her
•So when the opportunity arrives a week or two later, and Nesta & Cassian are alone, he brings her to his music room, and plays the piece he crafted for her
•And she knows, can feel it deep down in her soul, that the music he plays for her is for her ears alone
•She cherishes it, loves it, spills more than a few tears over it
•Cassian is so nervous and anxious because this is his first time showing someone this part of him, this love for piano
•But Nesta just comes over to sit next to him on the bench, and leans her head on his shoulder as she gently grabs his hand and entwines her fingers with his
•And he’s just silent, so full of happiness and he’s content and he’s proud to have a woman like Nesta in his life
•He tentively asks her, “Do you like it?”
•She turns her head to peer up at him, her eyes shining silver, “It’s perfect.”
•And the purest smile appears on his face and it just breaks her heart and mends it back together again all in the same instant and she leans in to kiss him
•And the kiss is slow and extraordinary, and it reminds them that they have the rest of their immortal lives to be with each other, and even in death they will not be separated

Peter Pan Imagine/Memories

“So like before the group comes to save Henry Peter and the reader were in a relationship and when they got back to story Brooke, they erased the readers memory of Peter and hook is like her guardian now? And maybe like someone slips something and the reader is all confused because she realizes her memory was erased and stuff like that? IDK. It feels crazy writing it down, and in my head it totally made sense. Maybe if you can write something off of that, that would be amazing but if it’s too hard to follow I TOTALLY GET IT THANK YOU THOUGH “

Warnings: Cursing,fluff,memory loss,memory gaining, btw I kinda switched it up a bit but hope you still enjoy

You and peter were the perfect couple, you loved him dearly, and he loved you, even though he may not have always showed it, he did. That’s why when you got your memory taken away, it turned his life upside down.

Peter’s Point Of View

It all started out as just a regular day, I wake up and look at her, then kiss her on the forehead. I then rub her head and run my fingers through her hair, wishing it could be like this forever, but being king of the island, I have duty’s to attend to, lost boys to feed, and a island to run.

I get up slowly to make sure I don’t disturb her, and then on my way to the kitchen to make some breakfast, as I make breakfast , my best friend Felix greets me, we talk about everything, nothing, and the important things, he is my go to when I have problems , if I can’t explain something to Y/n, I always go to him, he is my most trust worthy, respected, and funniest lost boy, and for that I am forever grateful.

After making food Felix rings the bell and everybody wakes up, slowly but surely, I go into my cabin to check if Y/n is wake, she isn’t, no surprise.

“Baby, you gotta wake up now.” I say softly

“Mmmmm” She moans and rolls over to avoid eye contact

I laugh and get on the bed and rub her back “You gotta get up or the food will get cold, you don’t want that do you?” I asked

She puts the pillow over her head and blocks out whatever I have to say

“Oh that’s how it’s gonna be?” I jump on her and start to tickle her, she couldn’t keep it in and starts to laugh, hysterically, I loved these times with her, but they wouldn’t last.

Regular Point Of View 

As the days go by, you realize Peter became more distant, less loving, less caring, and it wasn’t your imagination, and it sucked , because you loved him, you would damn near die for him, this , this was when the arguments started.

“I can’t keep doing this Peter!” you yelled at him

“Excuse me ? Do what? You don’t do shit.” he says 

“I take care of YOUR lost boys Peter! And let me tell you they are very hard to take care of.” you fold your arms

“Nobody ask you to.” he turns away from you

“No , no they don’t but I do a damn good job don’t I?” you say

Peter just stays silent , not knowing what to say

“You’re lucky you have me, without me , Neverland would be nothing.” As soon as you said that you instantly regretted it.

“You should probably keep that pretty mouth of yours shut.” he said sternly

“Or what?” you said with the most sass you could give.

“Do you want to get banished?!” he yells

“Maybe I do!” You yell at him

“Fine then pack your shit.” he walks out the cabin, and that was the last time you seen him , until , well …

You see you lived with Hook, in StoryBrooke, he was your guardian, everything was good, until he started to date this Swan princess, she and her son, and the group were always in your and Hook’s way, at least that’s what you thought, but Hook really loved Swan, and it kinda annoyed you, Hook was like your big brother, and the only one you could talk to, with that , Emma was always with him, so that meant less time with you.

Well, Emma and the gang were getting annoyed of you to, they wanted to like you, but you lived with Peter for 2 years, your sass was uncontrollable, so Emma and Regina made a potion, a potion to erase your memory, the good, the bad, all of it, they regretted it the second they did it, but they had no idea hot to get your memory back.

It was like you were a totally different person, you were sweet, gentle, and kind, there was no sass in your blood, you might as well have been called the princess of StoryBrooke, you were so kind to everyone and they all loved you, they kept saying you were a “whole new person” but you always brushed it off, thinking it probably meant nothing. When it meant everything.

 One day Henry was caught, and you were kinda sad, Henry and you became super close, since you got your memory erased, you thought of Henry as your little brother, so you were very worried and sad that he was taken.

“We have to find him!” you say

“Well will don’t worry.” Hook says 


Finding out he was in Neverland you were a little taken back, you didn’t know why, but you had a bad feeling about this.

Stepping unto Neverland’s ground, the smells, the taste of the wind, it all seemed so familiar yet so unrecognizable, it confused you, but you let it slide, you were trying to pay attention to any clue’s on where your little brother could be.

“What if we never find him?” you start to loose hope

“We will, don’t think that way Y/n.” David says

You nod, and just keep walking close to the group

You then all smell smoke

“Fire!” Emma says with a smile

“Someone could be close, it might be Henry!” you say jumping up and down with joy

You all get pumped up and start to walk to the campsite, once you see Henry, you smile, he isn’t in a cage, he is sitting with a teenage boy, who looks your age, and maybe a little cute? You shake your head and run towards him

“Henry!” you yell as you squeeze him “Ohh how I missed you!” you scream

Peter just looks at you, he is in shock. He looks like he just seen a ghost, like you were dead, it was like seeing you for the first time all over again.

You look at him, and put your hair behind your ears, he notices, that’s something you always do when you’re nervous.

“Well.” he says as he folds his arms

“Well what?” you asked

Emma and the group walk over to you and Henry and Peter is still staring at you

“Uh, Peter.” Felix says

“You’re Peter?” you ask

Peter shakes his head, you should know who he is, he was your boyfriend for 2 years.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked

“Give us Henry and we will leave, how about that?” you asked nicely

“Oh Henry isn’t going anywhere.” Peter smirks “Neither are you.” 

“What?” you asked

“Y/n stop , are you going to apologize to me or what?” Peter asked

“For what?” you asked more confused 

“For our argument!” he says annoyed already

“What argument?” you said confused

“The argument we had before you left this bloody island without my permission.” he said with a stern look “You know nobody leaves this island without my permission, but yet, you still chose to disobey. Typical.”  he makes full eye contact with you

“I have no idea what you’re talking about..” you back away slowly

“You’re joking right?” he crosses his arms

“I never met you Peter Pan, this is my first time being on Neverland.” you say a little scared

“What the fuck…” Peter whispers

“I-I’m not crazy right?” Peter asked Felix

“No we all know you Y/n , you were Peter’s girl for 2 years.” he said

And all the lost boys nodded and agreed

“This is just some prank you guys are playing to scare me.” you say

“Why would we play pranks on something so serious ?” Peter asked

You look around and everything became dizzy, you start to panic and all you could do , was black out.


Peter kept you on Neverland , while Hook and the rest of the gang went back to Story Brooke, Peter insisted on keeping you, and basically he traded Henry for you. They accepted.

Knowing you would be freaked out Peter made your own private cabin, so that when you woke up, you would have time to react on your own, be ready to come out on your own.

You wake up and to your notice it wasn’t in StoryBrooke, it was in a cabin, a nice one, but it wasn’t yours, or was it? It was all so confusing.

You get up and go to the bathroom, you felt dirty but taking a shower was a no for you because you still didn’t know where you were, and you wanted to be smart about this.

You step out and Peter look’s at you, he signals Felix to go rush off with the lost boys, he wanted to talk to you alone.

“Why am I here?” you asked

“Because, you belong here.” he simply said

“No I don’t,” your voice started to crack “I belong in Story Brooke with my family.” you said 

“You really don’t remember do you ?” Peter shook his head “Look, I don’t know how or why, but your memory was erased, you were MY lost girl, my love, my baby girl, my everything.” he said 

“I was never-” you started but Peter caught you off with a kiss and you pushed him away from you as soon as he did

“What the hell?” You yelled

“I’m-I’m sorry I thought you’d remember if I-”

“If you kissed me? Peter I don’t even know you, what makes you think kissing me was your best option right now?”

“Because I fucking miss you.” he said , he looked stressed, his hands running through his hair, the other hand on his hip, his tongue licking his lips, he clearly knew you, but you, didn’t know him.

“I’m sorry, but I just really want to go home, where my family is, please.” you looked him in the eyes, and he nodded.

“If that’s what you want love.” he said


You were sent to Story Brooke and everything was normal, you lived with Hook, and the other group, Henry was your little side kick again, and it all seemed normal.

One day after school you got extremely bored, and decided to go into Rumple’s shop, he was telling you about different potions, and you found a memory one,

“This one will make you remember everything, but forget nothing, the bed, and the good. You won’t be able to erase a memory if you tried.” he said 

“I want it.” you said

“As you wish.” he said

Nothing happen and you got a little sad

“Why isn’t anything happening?” you asked

“All magic just doesn’t happen , it takes time.” he smiles

You nod,, about two days went by and nothing, you were about to give up , you started to do your homework, doing math, same old , it was boring.

Then all of a sudden it was like a huge deja vu, you remeber, you remember Peter, the lost boys, the mermaids, you remember it all, you fall of your bed and make a big thump, with the Hook comes up running up the stairs

“Are you okay?” as he opens your door

“I remember!” you yell , almost crying

“Remember what?” he asked

“Peter, the lost boys-”

“Wait you actually know them?” he asked

“I lived with them, I dated Peter, I don’t know them , I am them I am a lost boy.” you say

You hug him and tell him you love him, you do the same with Henry, promising to get in contact with them both as soon as possible,

You then head to Neverland, remembering how to get to Neverland, and taking all the shortcuts to the campsites you were ecstatic to see Peter.

“PETER!” you yell 

He turns around see’s you “Yn what are you-”

You jump into his arms and he catches you, you kiss his lips and he just holds you , never wanting to let go.

“I remember now Peter.” you say as you smile

“Good, because I miss you my lost girl.” he said as he smiled

“I miss you too Peter.” you kissed him once more.

anonymous asked:

hi can u write a head canon about Zelda finding ways to make Link blush till he gets back at her thank u I owe u my life

i like to think zelda writes it all down on a notepad and it has a pretentious fancy title like “How emotions affect Hylian physiology: a study on blushing by Princess Zelda” and she swears to hylia (and herself lmao) that it’s all for science and shit. sure it kinda is for the love of science but it’s also to see her poor Guinea Pig Link™ get all red and adorable just the way she likes. here are some of her notes:

  • “The testee’s face reddens when subjected to subtle compliments on his physical appearance at a faster pace than when exposed to cold temperatures. While we are currently unable to determine the full extent of the latter’s effect, it’s unethical to expose subjects’ bodies to potentially harmful weather solely for the purpose of research.”
  • “When accidentally exposed to a degree of nudity of the female body (courtesy of the lead researcher), the subject suffered a severe degree of blushing, along with other physical displays of embarrassment, such as quickly covering his eyes and turning around, refusal of eye contact and stammering, both of which still lingered after fifteen minutes. It’s unclear whether the lead researcher suffered greater or lesser degrees of embarrassment than the subject’s.”
  • “In an unexpected turn of events, the subject managed to make the lead researcher herself suffer a severe degree of blushing – that lasted a long and undocumented period of time – by reading aloud this very log. While the future of this study is now unclear, the knowledge it brought to the surface might be very useful at some point in time.”
Never Falter

Poe Dameron/ Reader

Originally posted by starwars

Words: 1,161

Summary: There’s something about being proved wrong after the countless hours of meticulous research that makes you boil over with emotion. You will never forget the helping hand of a friend who rescues you from your tidal wave.

Prompt: “Can I maybe request a Poe Dameron x reader where the reader is frustrated or upset about something and Poe cheers her up?”

Tagging: @kwaiky

Requested by: @winchesterandpie

Author’s notes: This is my second rewrite of this fic? I had an original idea but I felt like it went too fast and rushed a lot of what makes the prompt. Is this a better idea? Lmao idk there’s a ton of fluff so there’s that!

You bow your head out of respect, gripping the datapad tighter as you rush out of the command center. When you turn the corner, several feet away from the door, you press your back against the wall. That’s when your own walls began to fall down.

What went wrong? Where in your calculations did you mess up? You looked them over twice, thrice, so many times that you stayed up late until your eyes burned. Sleepless nights to get your presentation ready to present to important figures of the Resistance and you blew it. Someone found a fault, questioned your reliability, and how you could allowed this oversight to happen. All you could do at that time was to take it, keep your emotions inside, and respect the individual.

Now you’re breaking down in a hallway.

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You sat in this cold, dank room for several hours and you have spoken to a couple of assholes! (x)

Just a couple of kids HS! A.Ham x reader

A/N;; Here’s a High School au that no body asked for! This short fic is loosely based off of the lyrics ‘Take me back to the night, we met in the yard. Climbing up to the roof, hidden in the dark With a bottle of wine for two, though I’m already drunk off you. Then we both fell asleep, underneath the stars’ from Couple of kids by Maggie Lindemann. I kinda want to do a sequel to this with the rest of the lyrics. like make it a series type thing. idk guys let me know in my ask box!

Warnings;; i think like 4 swears lol

Word count;; 875

“Hey, it’s Y/N” Your friend Maria yelled, grabbing the attention of everyone in the backyard. You were greeted with a few nods and quiet ‘hello’s’ Maria embraced you in her arms. She smelt of alcohol and cigarettes and perfume. “There’s drinks in the house and cigs out here” She told you “We have some stronger stuff, if you’re feeling up for it” She winked and tapped her back pocket.

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important moreid headcanons

  • hotch turning his head at emotional/romantic reunions
  • rossi excusing himself politely when it’s only the three of them in the room
  • jj letting them babysit henry together because henry loves seeing uncle spencer with his boyfriend.
  • ((henry calling him his boyfriend makes spencer blush intensely, so jj asks him to do it more))
  • emily keeping derek company when spencer’s away and laughing with him about ever thinking of going out with him because he's just so in love with spencer
  • alex giving them both relationship advice and date ideas
  • elle used to desperately try to set them up back in the day
  • in his goodbye letter, gideon told spencer to “go for him”
  • penelope looking at them flirting over the rim of her coffee cup, grinning like an idiot and whispering “my babies”
  • the bau team vigorously and openly shipping morgan and reid 

yeah but tbh mcgonagall loved the marauders. she loved harry. i can’t think of a woman in the entire series (excluding molly ofc) who was more of a mother than mcgongagall to harry. we talk about father figures all the time but she loved harry, he performed an unforgiveable curse for her. like i’m p sure she winked at james sirius potter when she dropped the hat onto his head, sent a letter back to his parents to tell them she was delighted to be welcoming another potter into gryffindor.

basically mcgonagall was damn pleased to see james sirius potter on her list of letters.

i love you.

Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan

He says it every time.

When she turns from him and walks away. He says it to her back, her shoulders. To every strand of scarlet hair that sweeps her neck. It’s barely even whisper. Just a breath, bursting from his lungs as though it knows it doesn’t belong there. It belongs with her. It will always belong with her.

He will only say it when he knows she won’t hear. He’s ready. He’s been ready since the moment he met her. He knew the second he gazed into her emerald eyes. And every day with her since has only made it more clear. But he doesn’t know if she’s ready, if she’s sure. He doesn’t know if she will say it back. If she wants to say it back.

“I love you.” Cullen whispers as Evie walks away.

His breath catches in his throat when she pauses. She glances back, the candlelight catching the sparkle in her eye. His heart slams against his ribs, fighting to join its other half in her chest. A thunderous crescendo pounds in his ears until he can hear naught but its pleas for her.

Evie dips her head and takes her leave.

“I love you too.”

She says it every time.

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Klaus seeing Caroline at her magic school giving her a slight nod, a smirk and a simple greeting of “Headmistress Forbes”.

Caroline looking back at him with a tilt of the head, battling a smile and a reply of “It’s Principal Forbes, actually.”

imagine Chuuya is on a mission in some sleazy bar or someplace similar and some pervert in a small group of older men calls out to him like “Hey sweetheart, does the carpet match the drapes?” 

and Chuuya turns his head to look at the group of men, his expression carefully neutral, and he asks the man “Would you like to find out, hon?”

and walks over to where the guy is sitting and then lifts his leg up and rests his foot on the guy’s shoulder and the guy thinks he’s about to get laid but then Chuuya just fucking kicks him in the side of the head and then puts his leg back down and walks away

and Kouyou hears about this later and she laughs because someone said the same thing to her once when Chuuya was younger and he watched her do the exact same thing, that’s where he learned it from

anonymous asked:

HELLO you're like my fav imagine blog for Josh bc your smut is so good like idk if i like sub or daddy Josh better but rn im talkin hour fluff. you're fluff is amazing!!! so ive had this imagine in my head for months trying to find the perfect blog to do it and i found you :) so it's like your older sister is making you go to a movie with her friends do you're all by yourself and Josh is third wheeling ty and jen and y'all meet and end up sitting together in the back watching the movie FLUFF 🌓


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anonymous asked:

The way Ishida draws Touka's hair in :re is so... Inconsistent??? In some chapters I'm like "aww, it looks so soft, I want to pat her head!" but in others it looks really weird... Idk

I think it’s bc she does something to her hair, and she changes the hairstyle constantly. She maybe adds more volume some days and other days she just leaves it like that and it looks flat and straight like her hair back in the first TG. I like to see her with different hairstyles, it looks realistic. I just hope Kaneki can go back to the fluffy hair again someday in the future 😭  haise’s hair was the glory