night vale inspired horoscope, brought to you by musterni!

aries: quiet reflexion is next to impossible if your mental landscape is one long scream.
taurus: you inspire me to be better! a better “what” is up for interpretation. (person? arsonist? alien?)
gemini:  we don’t know where you came from, but we need you to go back.
cancer: gratuitous violence: unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. 
leo: I lived better when I was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. 
virgo: there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leaves. 
libra: if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. if only you weren’t less human for it - wishing and wanting for nothing. 
scorpio: you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bone. 
sagittarius: love to distraction, die due to carelessness. 
capricorn: your ego cannot afford cremation or caskets. 
aquarius: you’re dazzling and terrifying - those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. 
pisces: flirt with death, tease the inevitable, give the void a saucy wink. 

anonymous asked:

Hey it's the Disney anon! Yeah I meant sort of live action BATB cause I love the Bucky fic you did😊 So if it's something you'd be happy to write for can I request a reader x gaston fic where they grew up together and she is in love with him but is convinced it isn't mutual & that he deserves better so doesn't tell him. Another guy asks her out & she accepts cause she thinks she should move on if gaston will never love her. But Gaston actually gets super jealous/possessive. Hope it's ok thanks❤

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: asdfghjkl, I’m so glad you send me this request, I literally grinned so hard when I got it! I don’t normally post two things a day, but I literally had the easiest time writing this. This prompt gave me so much inspiration that I just typed it in one go and I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it as well and if you have any other gaston x reader request please send them my way. I LOVE writing for him and the reader. (added Gaston to my fandoms list)


“You’re staring again,” LeFou, who had seemingly snuck up on you, whispered.

You blinked a few times to break the spell you were under before and turned around, wanting to convince him that, no, you weren’t staring at Gaston like a fool in love. 

But the look he threw you was enough to know that it wouldn’t work on him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand. And I’m certainly not the one to judge you,” he winked at you and you had to laugh a little. “But what I don’t understand is why you don’t tell him. You’ve known each other for so long..”

“Oh LeFou. If only it were so easy. Look at him..-” he was currently chasing Belle again. “He doesn’t feel the same and I doubt he ever will. He needs a woman who cooks for him and plays the good wife. You and me both know that I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Neither is Belle! Which is why he fancies her! So what makes you different?”

“I’m a huntress, LeFou. Belle and me are completely the opposite of each other. If she’s his type then I’m most certainly not.”

“She’s beautiful. That’s why she’s his type. And do I need to remind you of your beauty?”

You sighed and turned around to face your friend, smiling a little, then hugging him.

In the meantime, Gaston gave up for today in chasing Belle and approached the two of you.

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  • I’ll take you as you are by Behindthecities
    Summary: Even can’t sleep so Isak draw’s him a bath.

  • One More Second by kosekardemomme
    Summary: Isak invites the boys over to hang out with Even, for the first time with just them, just after Christmas. “Evak” can’t keep their hands off each other, though.

  • isak x even | dance so good by BloonStuff
    Summary: When Isak happens upon Even out of bed in the first time in a few days, he decides to make the most of the moment. 


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Times are stressful as frak. I mean, we got the countdown to Iris’ impending doom, the risk of losing Caitlin to her evil alter-ego Killer Frost, and this weird dude with the touch of death running around making things decay. Can we please have a week where we are not tiptoeing on the brink of disaster?

You’re spiraling, Cisco. Take a deep breath and focus on the positives.  Every cloud has a silver lining, right? I guess ours would be Wally making serious progress in his speedster training. He mastered the whole phasing thing and is making Kid Flash a bonafide sensation. Seriously, Kid Flash is more popular than memes here in Central City! I figured it was high time for me and Wally to have a low-key bromance and hit up the town. I mean, we’re both coming into our own as superheroes, after all. It’s the Vibe / Kid Flash crossover event! Vibe and Kid Flash’s Excellent Adventure? Vibe Cassidy and the Flashdance Kid? I’ll work on it. Either way, it was on like Donkey Kong.

Since we’re both not-so-secretly pining for our other-Earth baes, Jesse Quick and Gypsy, we took ourselves off the market and decided to just have fun and not worry about the whole dating game. Wally didn’t strike me as a karaoke type, so I knew the perfect spot for our epic night – Central City’s brand new barcade! We got there and the joint was lit.  From vintage video games to a sick DJ pumping tunes, the entire place was one giant party. Wally was all giddy when he overheard a group of girls crushing on Kid Flash, so we totes photo-bombed their selfies. I tore up Skee Ball and Wally brought the moves on Dance Dance Revolution - safe to say that the Vibe and Kid Flash team up could be best described as a fire emoji.

That is until the temperature dropped about 50 degrees. Suddenly everything turned frigid.  We could see our breath! Wally and I were both freaking.  These days sudden chilly conditions always makes me worry about my homegirl Caitlin. I had to check over my shoulder and make sure she wasn’t lurking anywhere nearby! But we were in the clear – we overheard the manager on the phone complaining that the AC unit had gone haywire. The party was cooling off - people were shivering and sliding to the exit.  So I ran over to the AC unit gave it a touch and vibed to see what was wrong.  Turns out it needed a new part from a factory in Star City. I gave Wally the deets and he was there and back in a (kid) flash. We helped the manager install it and brought back the heat. The party was saved!

As the night ended, we used our last quarters on some classics arcade games.  I got hooked on Donkey Kong and Wally was blown away by my mad skills of taking down that crazy gorilla.  If only Grodd’s attacks were as easy to dodge as Donkey Kong’s barrels!  I gotta say I’m still stoked he’s out of our hair for good. Now, does any one have change for a dollar? Wally and I are ready for our next barcade team-up!

Just friends? part 2 || Dan Howell

A/N: First of all, Happy Birthday to my lovely slightly anon! I’m so glad that you found my blog bc your messages make me super happy! 

Also, here is the second part to just friends! Does this need a lil smut warning? Maybe.. 

Word Count: 1.9K ( I got a bit carried away)

POV: Reader


Originally posted by coolimogene

Dan quickly pushed my unclasped bra down, eager to touch my boobs.

“Wait” I told him, before he could start touching me.

He quickly nodded and carefully withdrew his hands.

To his sheer surprise, I lifted my shirt over my head and took it off along with my bra that he had previously opened.

“Fuck” Dan gulped at the sight of my bare chest.

I was still straddling him and the bulge in his pants was quite prominent by now.

He drew a shake breath, unable to take his eyes off my breasts.

“You can touch me now” I then whispered and guided his hands to where he really wanted them to be.

His big hands felt rough against my sensitive skin as Dan started squeezing my boobs.  

I bit my bottom lip at the sensation and the sight.

As if his hands weren’t enough already, Dan then started to drag his lips painfully slow across my collar bone before he left open mouth kisses all over my chest.

While I tried to supress my moans, I urged him to take off his shirt so I could explore his broad chest with both my mouth and my hands.

“Dan!” I squealed, as he left lovebites all over my neck and cleavage.

He just smirked and continued until I let my hands slowly slide down to the huge tent that had formed in his jeans.

Dan stopped in the middle of his tracks and watched my every move as I unbuttoned and zipped down his pants.

“Holy shit” he whispered under his breath as I stripped him off his jeans and boxers.

“I think it’s a little unfair that you’re still half clothed.” Dan teased me, making me giggle.

“Sounds quite unfair to me.” I whispered in his ear.

“We don’t we change it then?”

Immediately after he growled that he freed me from my tight trousers, leaving me in my lacy underwear that made him breath heavily.

But before he started to stare for too long, he hooked his fingers under the elastic band of my underpants and pulled them down with one quick motion.

Our clothes were like the last obstacles in our way. They were the only thing left that could’ve stopped us from absolutely and completely crossing the friendship barrier.

As soon as they were off, there was nothing that could hold us back.

One thing just led to another and…

I woke with my head resting on Dan’s chest once again. This time though I had also slung one arm around him.

I tiredly blinked a couple of times. My head still hurt from drinking yesterday and I overall still felt a tiny bit dizzy.

Dan lightly grunted as he slowly opened his eyes as well.

I was about to smile at him and laugh at the fact that we had fallen asleep like this again but then I noticed that something was very different from last time.

My head was resting against his bare chest.

Suddenly I wasn’t tired anymore. I quickly took a glance underneath the blanked that I was wrapped up in only to see that I was completely naked.

“Ooh my fucking god, Dan!” I freaked out, taking Dan, who still looked extremely sleepy, aback.

“What?” he just mumbled as his eyes fell shut.

“Wait a second!” he then shouted as his eyes shot open again.

He looked down on him and realized with shock what I was talking about.

We both gulped hard and just stared at each other wide eyed.

“What the fuck did we do?” Dan panicked, shaking his head in disbelief.

“To our defence, we were both quite drunk, right?” I asked him a little bit worried.

We just couldn’t tell wrong from right anymore because of all the alcohol we drank. Still, I was not wasted enough to have a black out. In fact, I could still remember everything.

“Look away and close your eyes.” I told Dan since I had decided to get up.

He sighed but did as I told him. I quickly got out of his bed in a hurry to put my clothes back on.

I looked around his room but didn’t see them.

“I can’t find my clothes” I groaned in frustration.

My complaint made Dan instinctively look my way to help me search for them.

“Don’t look!” I squealed and tried to quickly cover myself.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before, Y/N.” Dan grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at me, making me want to hit his head with something heavy.

Instead I just shot him an extremely stern glare that wiped the grin off his face.

“Right, I think I took your clothes off in the living room.” He then awkwardly said, pulling his eyes of my body and looking at his lap instead.

I grabbed the blanket from the bed and covered my body with it before I headed to the living room to fetch our clothes.

“Here you go” I said as I threw Dan’s shirt, jeans and boxers at him once I re-entered his room.

I still couldn’t believe that Dan and I slept with each other. Last week I was worried because we cuddled and now this happened.

We got dressed next to each other silently so we could get some breakfast.

I was about to head out of his room as he stopped me.

“Wait uhm, Y/N?”

“What?” I asked, noticing him staring at me with a guilty expression.    

“You have like.. uhm on your neck and ahh on your like..” He mumbled and gestured to my neck and cleavage.

I raised my eyebrows at him in confusion before I looked at myself in his mirror and realized what he was talking about.

My skin was covered in hickeys and my shirt didn’t do much to cover them up.

“Dan! What were you thinking?” I asked him, embarrassed.

He didn’t say anything, instead he blushed a crimson kind of red.

“You marked me!” I complained, laughing.

“I- I didn’t ‘mark’ you..” Dan stuttered before he spent to next 10 minutes searching for a scarf that I could wear over my lovebites.

“Oh and Dan?” I asked him as soon as we left his apartment to search for a little café that we could have breakfast in.

“Yes?” He answered almost immediately.

“We are just gonna forget about this, right?” I wanted to know, I didn’t want things to be awkward whenever we were in the same room.

“It never happened.” He assured me and I wished it was true.

“No word to Phil, my brother or anyone else. No talking about it in general.” I warned him sternly.

“Yes, madam!” He nodded as we entered a cute little café at the end of the street. It smelled heavenly like freshly baked bread and coffee.

“Just friends?” I asked him, a little bit nervous.

“Just friends.” He confirmed before we sat down on a table together and ordered our food.

‘If only it were that easy’ I thought to myself a week later while I was alone in my dorm room. I hadn’t been at Dan’s place in a week. We did see each other when we had lunch with a few of our friends, though.

It was awkward.

Going back to the way we were before that one night wasn’t as easy as I wanted it to be. We were afraid of saying the wrong things and any form of touching when it came to one another. Even shaking our hands or hugging was weird now. We also didn’t want anyone to find out that we hooked up.

It was a lot more complicated than how I thought it was going to be. Maybe we just needed a little while to forget it happened but right now I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Although I was drunk I still remembered everything. His hands on my skin, his lips all over my body, how turned I was, how much I wanted him at that moment and how good it felt.

‘sTop!’ I screamed at myself as I caught myself thinking that.

I groaned and sighed at myself as my phone started to ring. I glanced down at the caller ID. It was Dan.

“Hi, what’s up?” I chirped, trying to act as normal as possible.

“Hey, Y/N. Your brother and a couple of our other friends are coming over tonight. Do you want to come as well?” He asked me through the speaker.

“My brother is in town and didn’t even tell me?” I gasped, shaking my head in disbelief.

“His train is gonna arrive in an hour I think. Soo.. you coming?”

“Sure, I’ll take the next bus.” I told him after checking the time.

“Good, see you in a bit.”

“See you later.” I said before I hung up.

After I showered and got dressed, I hopped onto the next bus. I hated to admit it but I was secretly excited and nervous to see Dan again. I was gonna be at his flat for the first time after we had sex and my brother and a couple of his other friends were going to be there too.

I wasn’t quite sure if that made it better or worse.

About an hour after Dan’s call I climbed the stairs to his flat. I quickly knocked on his door and Phil was the one to open.

“Hey there.” He grinned mischievously and let me in. I raised my eyebrow at him in confusion before I slipped out of my shoes.

Walking into the living room I was greeted by 6 tall guys, one of them being my brother and another one being Dan.

They all shouted their hellos that I returned. As I sat down on the sofa next to Phil, who had followed me, I couldn’t help but take a quick glance at the spot where Dan and I made out last week.

“Have you noticed our t-shirts yet?” Jack asked me with a smirk, shaking me out of my thoughts.

“Your wha-?” I was about to ask as my eyes landed on their shirts.

All of the boys, except Dan, were wearing the same t-shirt with the same word printed over their chests: It was Dan and I’s ship name. A combination of Dan and Y/N.

“oh my god” I whined as the boys laughed.

I quickly tried hiding my face behind my hair in order to make my bright red cheeks less visible.

“I know you told us to stop printing our shipper shirts, but they were already in the making” My brother explained, referring to the text I sent into the group chat when Phil posted the picture of Dan and I’s cuddle session.  

Now I understood why Phil was grinning at me like that earlier.

“I’m sorry” Dan mouthed although it wasn’t his fault. He was clearly as embarrassed as me.

I wanted things between me and Dan to go back to normal instead this happened and made things one hundred times more awkward.

“Wait! This is where they cuddled, right?” Jack exclaimed excitedly, pointing to that one spot on the sofa.

I nearly choked on my own spit. My eyes met Dan’s for a split second as my cheeks grew a deeper shade of red.

If Jack only knew what also happened on that spot…

Oh, sweet hell this was awkward.

Dan and I just sat opposite each other and avoided making eye contact at any cost while all of the boys were teasing us although all they knew was that we cuddled.

I already knew that this was going to be a long and embarrassing night… 

It Never Seems To Be Enough

Summary: Dan gets hate comments and gets bullied by his subscribers on the internet for not posting the video he said he would, and when he breaks down from it, Phil is there to help him back up. 

Or, the fic that’s not actually a fic because it really happened, because half the people in the phandom are assholes who have no regard for Dan’s feelings because they all think it’s about them. 

A/N: I’m not bitter :) This behavior is not okay. Dan does not deserve to be treated the way he was today. No one likes a bully. Unless you have something nice to say to him, than don’t say it at all. 

Warnings: None, unless assholes trigger you. Which, by the way, the tweets featured in this fic are actual tweets I saw in Dan’s replies on his video post.

Word Count: 2,026

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Dan made a mistake by telling thousands of people on YouNow about his next video. Truthfully, he had planned on the next danisnotonfire video being one that meant something to him, but when he tried to film it, things just weren’t working out.

He had been stressed for weeks, constantly worrying about the content he was going to put out on his personal channel, but each time he thought of making a video to post publicly, he felt sick.

Dan treated his own channel like an egg. It always had to be perfect, with no cracks anywhere, and the outside had to have a polished glow to it. He never knew who was going to stumble across his channel, and he couldn’t have it looking like a shitstorm in case someone important saw it. But it was that exact thought that drove him mad.

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anonymous asked:

I'm always weak for some good ol'-fashioned "Make me", so... 1, pls? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“Come over here and make me.”

They had an argument.

It was a petty one, something that didn’t really matter in the long run, but McCree and Hanzo both are fairly spiteful people. McCree suspected it was how they both survived as long as they had while leading the lives they did–sheer spite for Death and everything around them. 

It also meant, on those rare times they fought about anything, that not only would it be ages before they apologized, they would spend the entire time antagonizing one another. And because they’re stuck in a tiny motel room today, they can’t get away from each other.

McCree’s not mad, not anymore. He’s mostly annoyed that Hanzo is playing the silent treatment under the guise of meditation, and wishes the whole thing were over with so they could go back to easy kissing and ruining the motel bed. But he doesn’t want to apologize first, either.

So McCree plays his guitar while Hanzo tries to meditate, and does so even though he has been asked–twice–to stop.

“Would you please stop that nonsense,” Hanzo growls, looking over his shoulder from the floor to glare at McCree.

“Why?” McCree replies mildly. He plinks out a note, frowns, twists a tuning key, and strums the note again, this time earning himself a crystal-clear sound. “I’m bored. Gotta do somethin’.”

“Because, as I have told you, I am trying to meditate.”

“Never bothered you before.” In fact, Hanzo had once told him he enjoyed McCree’s playing, particularly on the days when meditation was all he had to take his mind off other, less pleasant things.

“It is bothering me now. Stop.”

McCree leans over his guitar. “How about,” he says, slow and spiteful, “you come over here and make me?”  

Hanzo narrows his eyes at him. He unfolds from his kneeling stance slowly, gets his feet underneath him, and stands. McCree crosses his arms over the top of the guitar. 

“I know what you are doing,” Hanzo says coolly. 


“It will not work. I will not apologize first just because you annoy me to death.”

“I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about.”

Hanzo rolls his eyes. McCree reaches a hand down to strum the strings.

Then Hanzo moves, too quick to track: a hand on the back of McCree’s neck, a tight grip in his hair pulling his head back, a hard mouth descending upon his. 

Hanzo kisses him viciously, like it’s a contest to be won, a surprise attack that will give him advantage. His teeth are a bruising wall behind his lips, and nip at the tender skin of McCree’s own lip. His other hand comes up to grab McCree’s chin and guide him into place. He pries open McCree’s mouth and curls his tongue around his, making McCree whimper. McCree is helpless under the onslaught, letting Hanzo take control of his mouth. 

But then, mere seconds later, Hanzo pulls away. He lets go of McCree’s hair. He has McCree’s guitar in his other hand. McCree himself barely notices, still stuck in the dreamy daze of that kiss. 

Hanzo rolls his eyes. “If only it were that easy every time,” he says, and moves to sit down again with the guitar, silent and untouched, beside him. 

Return to Nessian: A FanFic

Largely thanks to @enchantedtomeetyou22 and everyone who responded to my ‘Nessian: A Problematic Problem’ post, please have this Nessian fic as a thank you.

Summary: ‘Grieving over their father in their seperate ways, Elain and Nesta cannot find solace in one another. And Nesta is fine. She will always be fine. Until she’s not. 

And Cassian, the bastard, is there to catch her.’ 

Warnings: Grief, ACOWAR SPOILERS, hurt/comfort, me trying to sort out my Nessian feelings through fanfic 

Self-Made, Self-Serving (Self-Loathing)

“Stop that.”

“I can’t! He’s dead, Nesta! And they said there’s no way he’s ever coming back.”

“He’s not worth your tears, Elain. Regardless of what he did on the continent, he was a monster. He abandoned and neglected us and then was such a coward as to pretend it had never happened.”

“I don’t care. He was my father. Our father.”

“He was no father of mine.”

Though the two sisters were alone, Nesta was painfully aware that their raised voices would carry through this damned House of Wind like traitors slipping into the night. Against these fae strangers, whom she still had yet to really trust, she could not afford to show weakness between herself and her sister. They had to be one strong, united front. Else she’d really lose everything she’d ever cared for.

“He was,” Elain yelled, her pretty face screwed up in howling fury, tears bleeding from her reddened eyes. “He made you, taught you how to read and write, took you riding, bought you back presents from travelling. He never once did that for me. You were always his favourite.” Glaring at her sister with such bitter anger that for a moment Nesta did not recognise her, she spat, “You’re just too much of a- a bitch to realise it.”

“Elain,” Nesta whispered, her voice hollow. She thought she might be going to be sick.

“No,” Elain snapped. “No, you don’t get to take him from me. You can’t make me like you. I don’t want to be. I want to love him. I never, ever want to be like you.”

For once, Nesta had no snarky comeback, no clever words to defend herself with. Elain was the one person she thought she’d never have to fight. With her, she left herself wide open. And Elain had struck her right where she bled best.

“Get out,” Elain mumbled,staring at the floor for a long minute before charging at her sister and shoving her backwards. “Get out! I don’t want to see you, don’t want to look at you when I think of him. All I think about is how cruel you were to him. How you made him do this. Made him think he had to sacrifice himself to prove his love for us! You killed him Nesta.” Steely eyed, Elain straightened, her once gentle face as sharp and deadly as any blade. “I hate you.”

Nesta did not flee. She had vowed she never would. Would never show fear. Never show weakness. So instead she walked slowly from the room, then marched at a steady pace down the corridor and up the stairs to her own quarters. Only once the door was safely closed behind her did she allow her mask of complete indifference to falter, crack, and fall. Only then did she allow herself to cry.

Her legs no longer able to support her, she sunk to her knees. She had been on a break from combat training for a month now, and yet everything ached. Her soul ached. Sobbing, she gasped and panted and cursed, trying to heave that heavy, cold shield of hers back up, to isolate herself within the thorny boundaries of her body so that she could just stop. Stop feeling. Stop hating everything. Most of all herself.

Yet they couldn’t be stopped. Her emotions, which she kept bottled up so tightly every day, spilled from her like water breaking free of a damn. It was like trying to hold onto sand, grains of pain and self-loathing and grief pouring from the pores in her skin until she stopped trying to hold on and simply wept.

Hard and alien against her thigh, she pulled the wooden carving from her father out of her skirts. It was an ugly, incompetent thing, yet it carried so much in its simple, childish design. So many years of watching her father abandon them mentally and spiritually. So many years of watching him carve these stupid, damned things whilst she fought a private battle of trying to will him to take action.

For Elain had not been wrong. She had once been his favourite. And when misfortune had befallen them, she had been a foolish, foolish little girl. Had believed daddy would be alright and strong and brave so long as she showed him just how much she was hurting. Just how much she despised this new state of inaction he had assumed. By the time she realised he no longer cared what she thought of him, it was too late. She had buried herself in too much armour. Even when she tried, she could not shirk it off. The pain was too much. Had festered too long.

Somewhere along the way, she thought she’d lost her soul.

Yet now it flooded from her like a gaping wound, ruining her muscles and shaking the centre of her bones. The only person she thought she could truly be gentle around had sliced her nape to navel, however metaphorically. And she had been right. She felt empty. Felt broken. For all of those betrayals - her father, Thomas, her sister and the cauldron - had each pushed her down deeper. Proved time and time again that warmth, softness, love, was just asking to get hurt. Only Elain had seemed barren of patient knives.

Yet now she was fae. Now she’d been tainted by this land of war and hatred and morals. Somewhere along the way, Elain had learned to cut people at the throat. It was only a matter of time before she turned on Nesta. After all, it was the fashion. The one thing all these strangers and monsters and sisters had in common. To them, Nesta was someone to be wounded, dragged down. Violated.

Rage clutched at her. As always, she tried to hold it tight, drag it back to her to build into walls and shields and weapons.Yet this time, for some strange reason, it slid and slipped from her grasp like warm butter. What had once protected her now gutted her. Elain, who had once been her rock, her purpose, had banished her.

She was naked before the harsh light of dawn, spraying in through her window.

Could she reconcile with the ghost of her father? For Elain, for Feyre? For herself?

If only he had remained a hateful bastard to the end. If only villains were easy, like Hybern, where no gold dwelled beneath their skin, and they were purely rotten to the core. If only her father hadn’t tried. If only he hadn’t listened to her, she could give her rage some focus. Keep going. Hold herself together.

Instead of collapsing upon the floor.

“Nes?” A soft voice asked as the door opened against the soles of her feet, catching half way. Cassian, giant brute that he was, couldn’t even fit through the gap, though he certainly tried. Grunting, he stopped shoving when he realised what was blocking his path. “Nes. We heard- I thought-” He cut off, swallowing. Nesta barely managed to contain her crying, her breathing ragged and shallow but at least she wasn’t sobbing.

“You want to talk about it?”

No. No, no, no. Nesta never talked about it. Never spoke about it. She couldn’t afford to, couldn’t afford to let anyone in like that ever again. Couldn’t hope a man would bring her some sense of comfort, not after Thomas. Couldn’t hope people could be trusted, not after her father. Couldn’t think others could keep her safe, not after the cauldron.

But what weapons did she have? What comfort? What hope?

She had nothing to lose. So instead of seething for him to go away, she shuffled onto her rear and cried. Cried long and hard and openly, allowing the waves of misery and guilt and sorrow to echo through her body until she became aware of a thick arm around her shoulder, her head cradled to a firm, broad chest. A hand was stroking her hair, a warm, kind voice hushing her, mumbling that it would ‘be okay’. Though she did not let herself believe it, the warmth of body heat and the comfort of the contact soothed her. Finally, she fell quiet.

“Elain didn’t mean it,” Cassian said after a long, long time, his chin rested atop her head. She felt so numb, so exhausted, that she could not bring herself to wriggle free, to feel embarrassed. For once, she let herself relax into the offer of kindness. She could sink no lower after all. “She’s just grieving. She’ll come around.”

“She’s right,” Nesta said, her voice hoarse, barely audible, but she knew Cassian heard and understood her from the way his hand stopped rubbing circles on her back. “I am a bitch.”

“You’re not-”

“No, Cassian, I am. And I’m glad to be. I want to be. It’s what I want to be. My way of…” Of staying safe. Of having some agency in this world of female oppression and viciousness and stupid, unfair destinies. The maliciousness of fate. “I just wish it was easier. Easier to be more than just that.”

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Preference: He Spends the Night

So this is my first time writing, so don’t judge me too harshly. Basically this is where he spends the night at your house for the first time. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Ashton: You were a single mom and had met Ashton six months ago. Tonight, Ashton was spending the night for the first time. You didn’t let him spend the night before because you didn’t want your daughter to ask questions. The doorbell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your little girl runs to the door and opens it with you behind her. Ashton grins, holding a duffel bag. “You know you don’t have to ring the doorbell anymore, right?” You ask, smiling. Ashton walks inside and kisses your cheek. “Shh, it’s polite.” He murmurs. “Ashton, it’s movie night!” Your daughter says. Ashton puts his bag down and picks her up. “I heard. What movie did you choose?” He asks, carrying her to the living room. You follow behind, then walk to the kitchen to make popcorn. A moment later, Ashton’s arms wrap around you from behind. “Missed you.” He says softly. You smile again, murmuring, “You saw me yesterday.” Ashton kisses your shoulder. “That’s a very long time.” He steps away from you and grabs your hand as you carry the popcorn into the living room. Ashton sits in the middle of your daughter and you. You watch closely as your daughter interacts with Ashton throughout the movie. “And that guy, he’s bad. He tries to steal her things.” She’s telling him. Ashton’s eyes widen. “No way. That’s a horrible thing to do.” Your daughter nods her head quickly. You smile. Ashton is a great father figure to your daughter and you’ll be forever grateful of that. And Ashton, who, after the movie ends, notices that both you and your daughter are asleep, can’t help but feel a sense of warmth go through his body. He watches as you both sleep curled up against him and whispers, “My two most favorite girls in the whole world.”

Calum: You bite your lip as the doorbell rings. You open it to reveal your boyfriend of two months, Calum. He smiles at you and walks in. “Hiya, babe!” He says excitedly. You grin. “Hey.” You say. “I brought hot chocolate.” Calum announces. You take his bags upstairs as he starts to make the hot chocolate. You join him back down in the kitchen and he hands you a mug of hot chocolate. “Thanks.” You say. He smiles. “You’re nervous.” He comments. “Not really. It’s just strange having you here to sleep in my house. I love it.” You admit, giggling. Calum kisses you softly. “C'mon, let’s go binge watch something on Netflix.” He says, pulling you upstairs. You both get comfortable in your bed with your laptop on Calum’s lap. He lies on his back and you curl up beside him with your head on his shoulder. A movie starts playing and you smile. “You’re in my bed.” You whisper. Calum chuckles. “Yes, I am. Is that okay?” He asks. You kiss his cheek. “It’s totally okay.” He smiles. The two of you watch Netflix for awhile until you get tired. “Time for bed.” Calum murmurs, moving until he’s spooning you. You sigh happily. “Cal?” You ask. “Hm?” You yawn and rub your eyes. “I love you and I’m glad you spent the night.” Calum smiles against your skin. “I love you too babe, and I’m really glad I spent the night too.”

Luke: Your parents had been very firm about the rules of Luke staying over. Luke had to sleep on a mattress on the floor in your room and the door had to stay open. You were just surprised that they agreed to let Luke spend the night because Luke wasn’t even usually allowed in your bedroom to do anything. You walk to the bathroom after pulling the mattress into your room. Luke is brushing his teeth. He grins when he sees you, his mouth full of foamy white toothpaste. You smile, leaning against the doorframe. “I can’t believe they’re letting you stay over.” You say. He finishes brushing his teeth and turns to you. “Honestly, I was expecting to have to sleep on the living room couch.” Luke admits. Your father walks past the bathroom. “Don’t give me any ideas, rock star.” He mutters. You and Luke burst out laughing, with Luke yelling down the hall to your dad, “Yes, sir!” You take Luke’s hand and pull him to your bedroom. You prop the door open and look at him. “Are you sure that you’re okay sleeping on the floor? You can go home if you want; I would understand.” You tell him. He walks over and strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Princess, I’m not going anywhere. I’m sleeping on a mattress on your bedroom floor. I’m sleeping in your room! That’s something to be excited about.” Luke says, smiling. You smile. “I love you.” Before Luke can say it back, however, your mom stops in the doorway. “Hurry up and kiss her goodnight before (Y/D/N) walks by and sees because if he had seen this, you wouldn’t be staying.” Your mom says, laughing a little. Luke chuckles and kisses you lightly. You both crawl into your separate beds as your mom turns out the light and walks away. Luke reaches up and takes your hand. “Goodnight, beautiful.” He says quietly. “Goodnight, Luke.”

Michael: “You went out and bought an Xbox just for tonight?” Michael asks, looking at you. You grin from your spot on the couch. “I wanted tonight’s sleepover to be the best.” You explain. Michael chuckles, sitting down next to you. “Kitten, just hanging out with you would have made it the best. You didn’t have to go out and buy an Xbox for me to have a good time.” You frown. “Sure, but now you can have a good time while I kick your ass at video games.” You say, handing him a controller. He laughs and takes it. “Game on.” He mutters. Two hours later, when you’re beating him at the game, he curses and puts the controller down. “It’s your outfit! You’re wearing that big shirt with only underwear on and it’s throwing me off on my game!” He says. You laugh. “Nah, you just suck ass.” Michael raises his eyebrows. “Calum wouldn’t treat me this way.” He says, holding back laughter. “Then go be with Calum.” You state. Michael moves until he’s lying on top of you, his elbows holding himself up. “Calum isn’t nearly as hot as you are, though.” You smile. “Swooning me won’t make me lose.” You tell him. “One can only hope it were that easy.” Michael says, kissing you lightly. “Cuddle with me.” You mumble, yawning. Michael wraps his arms around you as you bury your face into his chest. “I had fun tonight. Did you?” You whisper. “Of course I did, kitten. Any time that I get to spend with you is fun for me.”

Crying - Jason Todd x Reader

I’m back. This is my sad attempt at making you guys cry HAHA 
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You breathed in the faint scent of the soft, cotton fabric of the pillow you hugged tightly against yourself. Half your face was mushed against it, and as time passed it felt more and more drenched from the tears that slowly seeped out your eyes. The light around you was dim, coming from a sole source on your bedside while the rest of your apartment was completely dark. No other sound could be heard except from an occasional sniff or sobs coming from you.

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Happy Endings

synopsis: Ronan hasn’t slept since Cabeswater died but tonight Adam insists on helping him sleep and in doing so unknowingly helps Ronan come to terms with grieving for his mother and for Cabeswater.

“I can see you staring at me.”

Ronan snorts from his side of the couch but his eyes don’t waver from staring at the side of Adam’s head.

“Well while you and Opal were ridiculously excited to watch this movie, I happen to see it for the Disney bullshit that it is and couldn’t be bothered paying attention. I mean even Opal got bored of it halfway through.”

Ronan doesn’t add that he’d much rather look at Adam than any movie or TV programme and that this is what he usually does when they watch something together because he doesn’t think it’s necessary information for Adam to know.

Adam looks down into his lap and is proves right of course by the young dream girl who has been asleep for a good twenty minutes.

Ronan doubts Adam was really paying attention to the movie anyway as he turned the sound down until it was barely audible when Opal fell asleep but knowing Adam, he probably just wanted a distraction from everything going on.

“I’m glad she’s getting some sleep though” Adam whispers, fingers softly stroking through her stringy hair.

Ronan huffs, “I suppose when she’s sleeping she’s not causing havoc”

But looking down at Opal’s blissful sleeping face, Ronan is glad that she is sleeping peacefully right now. She’s been restless for the past few days, ever since Cabeswater died.

Cabeswater was a part of her just like it was a part of Ronan and Adam but Opal was a creature born to the forest of Cabeswater, in a sense she was Cabeswater, it existed within her and always would.

Whereas Adam willingly tied himself to it and Ronan had created it from his mind and now that Cabeswater was gone, the only part of them Cabeswater had control of was the small place it would always hold in their memories and hearts. It wasn’t as easy for Opal to disconnect herself from it.

“At least she is sleeping though” Adam says, his eyes finally lifting to meet Ronan’s and Ronan can tell from that determined look in his eyes that he won’t like what Adam has to say next and sure enough he’s right, “Unlike you.”

Ronan sighs and rolls his eyes, “I’m sleeping fine Parrish.”


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dakt37  asked:

"Rex and Obi-Wan get handcuffed together" ',:)

Rex is having to work very, unfairly, heroically hard to not laugh.

Especially because General Kenobi, damn him to hell, is actually laughing. But Rex is an officer and some sort of gentleman and certainly a subordinate and he is not going to kriffing laugh.

If he can help it.

Which isn’t, honestly, very likely at this point.

It actually helps, in the end, that it really hurts when the General makes a hard left and manages to take most of the small bones in Rex’s wrist with him as they nearly get separated in the stampede (which oh yeah, is also their fault and take a guess who thought it was a good idea to incite a riotous protest to cover their escape). By the time he’s scraped himself up off his knees, cursing and wishing for armor, and they’re finally being buffeted in the direction of the spaceport in a stumbling, lurching tandem, Rex knows he’s going to need bacta, a lot of it, and it takes him a while to realize that the blood slicking the inside of the binders isn’t just his own.

“Coordination,” Kenobi says distantly, almost wheezing, and if he’s literally laughed himself hoarse Rex will have to have a long and detailed conversation with Cody about Jedi corralling techniques. “We do not have it.”

“Sir,” Rex says, and giggles, and neatly distracts himself from the look of sneaky triumph on the Jedi’s face by barreling forward at just the right angle that his shoulder hits midriff and it may be a little awkward, but he will take his hand being wrenched up to his neck any day if it facilitates him throwing a problem over his neck and hightailing it the hell out of trouble.

If only his other problems were as easy to carry, he thinks wistfully, and runs.

“you have to stop doing that.”

“stop doing what?”

“stop sacrificing yourself for people who don’t even care for you and stop trying your hardest for people who don’t try for you at all.”

—  e.s. // if only it were that easy.