may he find a forever home

Before S3 dropped, the “please, no” line managed to make it on my dash. Spoiler irritation aside, I’d assumed seeing Keith beg the Black Lion not to accept him would have me in tears. I won’t negate the possibility that knowing that line was coming dampened the effect – and don’t get me wrong, it was incredibly sad – but I never could have expected that this brief scene with Lance would be what did me in.

The fact that this scene is framed as a comedic moment, where the others complain about how long he’s just “sitting in there” and ultimately ends with Lance giving up and pouting, somehow makes this sincere moment resonate even more.  Because this moment? Lance sitting there just hoping he can do this, trying to tell himself he is worth enough to do this, is heartbreaking. There is nothing funny about Lance sitting in the Black Lion’s cockpit, closing his eyes, and just wishing

The juxtaposition of these two things only made the whole scene so much more jarring to me.

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anonymous asked:

Hi TT :), I just went on your marauders threads masterpost and none of the links worked. Honestly it might be my computer (I have a super nasty virus atm) but then it might not be. To give you an idea, every time i scroll over the links the typing cursor comes up (y'know the one with the lines that highlights stuff) I've refreshed the page quite a few times and nothing seems to be working. I will carry on refreshing and see if it will work, but for now I just thought you ought to know :)

(( OOC: Yeah, I’m not sure what’s going on there. :P I’ll try and get that fixed… but in the meantime… let’s see if this works: 

MARAUDERS THREAD MASTERPOST:

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Welcome Home Juggie -- Bughead

Word Count: 1,550

Rated: R – but barely (Mostly fluff)

A/N: In which the deleted scene actually happened and Jughead is moving in. I loved writing this, the words just flowed onto the page. (Read on AO3)


“Betty, there are flowers everywhere. The bedspread, the wallpaper, the paintings on the wall. God, there’s even a vase of fresh flowers on the dresser.” Jughead looked around the Cooper’s spacious guest bedroom.  "I mean, fresh flowers? Your mom does realize it’s winter, right?“

"I’m sorry, Jughead, do you have something against flowers?” Betty replied. She grinned at her boyfriend, taking a seat on his new very pink, very floral bed.

“No, it’s just…” Betty grabbed his waist, forcing him to stand closer to her. “I don’t understand why she would put fresh flowers in a vase for me.”

“Relax, Juggie. This room hasn’t had anyone in it for ages, she just wanted it to smell nice.”

“Well, the color doesn’t exactly suit my style either. It’s very…pastel.”

The beautiful blonde scowled at him. Betty was wearing her usual light pink cardigan over a floral blouse. In fact, the pattern was quite similar to that of the wallpaper behind her. If he wasn’t already on dangerous ground Jughead might make a joke about her being camouflaged. He was smart enough to realize that a comment like that would only land him in a cold, empty bed all alone.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Jughead said instead, dropping his backpack on the floor. He took a seat on the bed next his girlfriend. “Think of it like this. Imagine painting your room black and sleeping on denim sheets with flannel pillowcases.”

Betty shook her head at him, reveling in just how dumb her dorky, weirdo boyfriend was. “Denim sheets. That just sounds uncomfortable. And besides, Jug, you don’t have to stay in this room if you don’t want to.”

Jughead let his hand wander to Betty’s knee and began rubbing small circles on her leg. “Is that an invitation?”

“You have no idea.” Betty pulled Jughead’s lips to hers. “Let me show you.”

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Prince & the Pauper

HEY hi I love all your imagine and they make me melt inside and UGH Anyways my request is maybe a prince!Shawn falling in love with a maid!Reader and those two working out a way to get married <3 thank you love you

Alright people, this one is about to be hella cheesy as hell and I’m not mad about it. As you know I try to be as realistic as possible with these imagines, but, this was something fun to write so love it or hate it, I thought it was damn entertaining. Love you all ❤

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‘Okay, Y/N. You finish making the prince’s bed, I need to get started on the master sweet for the king and Queen.’ My co worker and friend, Maria, smiled at me.

'Have a grand ole time doing that.’ I chuckled, fluffing up the prince’s pillow. She rolled her eyes, before leaving room and shutting the door behind her.

I sighed in content, looking around his room. I checked my watch, seeing it was almost 2 o'clock which meant the prince was almost done with his duties and that I could see him for a few minutes.

Being in a secret relationship with a prince whilst I worked here was a very unsuspected. I never thought I’d fall for him, but, his amazing personality with those beautiful, brown, soft curls with the brown orbs to match, it was impossible.

The only surprise though, was one night when everyone was asleep and I was working late, he kissed me and told me he was falling for me. I, of course, told him I felt the same way, our relationship being secretive ever since.

It had been 8 months since that night and I’d never been happier.

I heard the door open as I turned around, seeing his beautiful face appear, a grin planted on his face.

'Shawn…’ I sighed, running towards him as I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, feeling him wrap his arms around my waist tightly, holding me as close as he could.

'I’ve missed you and it’s only been one day.’ He mumbled in my hair, grabbing my face and kissing me passionately. I sighed, lifting my hand to touch his wrist, holding it gently.

I pulled away, resting my forehead against his. 'I’m never going to get sick of kissing you.’ I chuckled, caressing his face with my hand.

'You don’t have to,’ he smiled, grabbing my other hand, staring down at me. 'I’ve been thinking, Y/N, what’s stopping us from getting married?’ My eyes widened, staring at him in admiration.

'Shawn, your country and your parents…you have to think of them too. They wouldn’t want the help being married to you.’ I reasoned, giving him a half hearted smile.

'I don’t care what my parents want. My people, they’ll learn to love you and accept you for who you are. Y/N, we can do this!’ He grabbed my shoulders, staring at me.

'What if they don’t? What if I’m not good enough? Think about it, Shawn.’ I grabbed his forearms, biting my lip.

'Then I’ll give up my title.’ He concluded. I frowned at him, stepping away from him.

'Shawn, you do that and I’ll never forgive you. You can’t just say no to what you’re born to do.’

'I’m born to find happiness and you make me happy.’ He grabbed my face, holding it in his hands. 'Please, Y/N…’ he lowered to the floor, getting down on one knee and staring up at me. My eyes began to water, my heart thumping in my chest. 'I know that I have a title that will forever follow me around until the day that I die, that I have to take care of a country and place that is my home and you may not be a princess or royalty…but to me - to me you are so much more then any of that. I can’t promise you a fairytale wedding, but I can promise you my heart. Please, Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my princess?’

I let out a chuckle, tears cascading down my cheeks, my heart warming at the sight of him. 'When you put it like that…’ I joked, grabbing his hand. 'Yes. One thousand times, yes.’ I exclaimed, jumping on him, kissing his lips.

He held me tightly, the kiss starting to get a little more heated as I heard the door open, pulling away immediately to see his mother and father, standing outside the door.

'Son, what is the meaning of this?’ His father asked, shock and a mixture of utter confusion on his face.

'Father, I can explain everything…Y/N and I-’

'I don’t want to hear this, son.’ His mother interjected, anger planted on her features. 'With the help? If all people…’

'If you’ll just listen to me-’

'How long has this facade being going on, Shawn?’ His father asked, standing closer to us. Shawn put his arm out in front of me, almost as if he was protecting me.

'8, glorious and happy months. Haven’t you noticed since I’ve been seeing Y/N secretly I’ve wanted to go to the events you make me go to, I want to do the balls, galas and anything else you can rope me in to. Knowing I have someone to come home to that can make me feel normal for even just five minutes is what I want in my life. Which, is why I’ve asked her to marry me.’ Shawn sighed, staring at his parents shocked facial expressions. I remained quite, feeling small and helpless in this situation. 'I don’t care what you say; Y/N makes me happy and loved, I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

'That is out of the question.’ His mother dismissed. 'The press would have a field day of the fact that our son, in only a years time to be crowned King of our country, is playing fairytales with the maid, who is not of royal blood.’ She glared at me, her features serious and terrifying. 'You’re fired. Pack your things and leave as of immediately.’

I closed my eyes and sighed, knowing this was bound to happen. 'Yes, you’re majesty.’ I bowed my head down, going to move around Shawn before he stopped me.

'She doesn’t go anywhere. She stays here, with me or we both leave.’

'Are you threatening us?’ His father bellowed, getting closer to his son, who was taller than him by only a few centimetres.

'You’re not being fair. You’re sticking to tradition which can always be changed, starting a brand new tradition of not having to marry royal blood to be royal can be something that can connect us with the people more.’

'Shawn! Stop with this nonsense! You’ve left me no choice but to do this the hard way.’

'Shawn,’ I whispered, touching his shoulder, 'it’ll be alright, sweetheart. You’re going to have to let me do this, please.’

'No, you’re not leaving me. I need you.’ He turned around, grabbing me and pulling me into his chest.

'Guards!’

My eyes widened, feeling panic starting to erupt in my stomach and throat. I heard the stampede of feet hitting the ground as four guards made it to Shawn’s room.

Shawn gripped onto me tighter. 'I order you to stand back.’ Shawn warned, the guards now conflicted on if they should follow the current king or soon to be king. 'Take one more step near us and when I’m king, you’ll be returning your amour.’

'Shawn, stop being childish!’ His mother ordered.

'I’m not being childish! You are! I’m trying to be happy, to have some normality, please let me have some normality in my life. I love her, mother.’ Shawn kissed the top of my head, whilst I felt the first tear fall since this conversation. 'Please, don’t make me lose the one thing that makes me happy.’

His mother stared at me before sighing, 'Come here, child.’ She ordered me, making my palms sweat. I let go of Shawn, walking slowly over to her, curtsying in front of her. 'Do you love my son?’

'With all my heart, your majesty.’ I answered honestly.

'You’re willing to give up your normality to live this life?’

'Yes.’ I answered without hesitation. She stood closer to me, giving me a small smile.

'I’ll have to train you to be the best princess you can. There’s no backing out of this now.’

I nodded, feeling my eyes water in happiness.

'Is she truly the one you love, son?’ His father asked, staring between the two of us.

'Yes, father.’ Shawn gripped my hand, intertwining our fingers. 'She’s the only one for me.

'Then you have our blessing.’

Those were the only words I needed to hear. I could finally marry the man that I loved and who I’ll always love.

High School/Lifestyle Headcanons

I thought giving this a try…


Taichi: Pretty well known among his classmates and obviously the star of the football team. A good amount of girls might have a crush on him because of his good looks but some may find him a little too loud. A total prankster and very goofy. Has a large group of friends to hang out with every now and then but prefers to spend lots of time with Koushiro, Yamato and Sora. Mostly Koushiro on days off. Likes to tease Joe about him studying forever but really he just wants him to loosen up a bit. He probably buys something (favorites sweets or drinks) on his way home to Hikari making up the excuse that he was just passing by. A favorite hobbie of his is planning with Takeru the next prank for Yamato. Pretty active, with initiative. He may not have Yamato´s cooking skills but he does well in that area and knows how to do a good damn omelette. Not so bad in school, you can tell he does his homework and studies the necessary but can be lazy and Sora is always reminding him when the next exam or project is gonna be. A pretty good strategic and analyses the situation very carefully. Doesn´t show it too much but he does care when his friends can´t make it to his soccer match or a little trip to the fair. He can be very carefree but sometimes he can pressure himself very hard. 

Yamato: The Cool Guy. Or at least, that´s what he seems to be. Very good looking and all the girls in the school have a big crush on him. Want to attend his concerts and fangirl over him lots. Seems to be unapproachable but he is just a quiet person. People are intimidated by him at first but once you get to know him you see he is just a nice guy. Like Taichi, not so bad with his grades and is very organized with his schedule having a good balance between high school responsibilities and band practices. Loves music. So passionate to the point that he gets very stubborn and his mood changes constantly like the name of his band. A good cook. Always inviting Takeru to come over and taste his new dish. Gets scared pretty easily and hates horror films. Tries to maintain the cool image in front of his good friends but fails miserably.

Sora: The mother of the group. Reliable and caring. She could have been a class rep. Her classmates always know they can count on her. Likes to keep herself busy and although she is not the first one to take the lead and make some decisions she is always ready to create some cool stuff for the theme they are working on this years class cafe and so. Prefers to keep lots of things to herself and doesn´t tell anyone when she is in trouble. Wants to do it and resolve it herself but worries too much about others. She is always telling Taichi to be focused during class but knows he sometimes falls asleep so she makes sure to give him a copy of her notes. Telling Koushiro not to push himself so hard and gives him extra oolong tea. Checking on Joe and keeping him on good spirits. Hanging out with Mimi while shopping and talking about the latest. Advicing Takeru not to get in trouble on flirting with so many girls. Inviting Hikari to go with her to this new pastries shop. She and her mom have a better mother/daughter relationship and always spend time to talk and checking up on the other. Because of a lot of activities, she doesn´t play tennis that much like she used to but takes time to do some exercise by herself.

Koushiro: Kind of a loner, loves to be in his office a lot. Has a small group of friends in high school where they talk about the latest trends on technology. A prodigy on his field and very respected by his professors. Always curious, always doing research. Very awkward around girls and gets shy easily. Talks to lots of online friends and is more comfortable knowing his laptop is with him at all times. Likes to spends time with his family and is always making little surprises for them on special occasions. Hangs out with Taichi at his apartment always feeling very comfortable at the Yagami home and thankful when Yuuko makes his favorite meals when he is there. He might not show it but feels lowkey excited whenever he and Taichi are doing some kind of trouble together. 

Mimi: Independent, strong headed and free spirited. Lowkey likes that she is still a bit spoiled by his parents. Does and says whats on her mind not caring what other people think about her. Hates when people are not truthful and don´t say the things they want to say or what they really feel. Likes to have fun and bring some of the America culture to the Japanese which sometimes can be amusing yet confusing to her classmates and can every now and then get her into trouble with some of the girls not sharing the same thoughts. Lots of boys have a crush on her but she´s somewhat oblivious to it. Has become stronger and tries not to cry in front of others. Loves fashion and even more going shopping trying new clothes and combining new looks. Very girly. Likes to experiment with food and although her choices can come off as weird, stated by Koushiro one time, she finds absolutely an incredible combination of flavors that needs to be put out in the world. 

Joe: Responsible, very responsible. Feels pressured of what society expects from him but really he just want to makes his parents feel proud. Very smart, but struggles with his nerves that get the better of him and push himself sometimes a little too hard. Has a good amount of friends and dislikes that he cannot hang out with them that much now. His girlfriend is always texting him to take care of himself and relax. When he gets focused he can become very lonely and isolates himself to reach that goal on his own terms. Taichi and Sora are the ones who check on him the most and Mimi is the one who always tell him to drop the textbooks and go eat some at this new ramen shop. Even though he is the oldest of the group he likes when they all ask him how did it go or how is he and feels always included when they invite him to celebrate the good news. But in the end he is always giving some piece of advice to each of them when they most need it like telling Taichi some good options for his future career and comforts in every way he can.  

Takeru: The little tease. Doesn´t get scared easily anymore and loves teasing the others for good fun. Very popular among his classmates and very flirty with the girls. Knows when to say the right words at the right time and is always advicing his big brother Yamato to control his impulsive nature. May not show it, but he is still a pretty sensible boy and hates when people he cares about the most get hurt. Likes to hang out with his friends. Pretty intuitive. Good grades. Probably has a secret online blog where he writes about his experiences and thoughts on some delicate matters making some controversial statements. Likes to be with Hikari and have a pretty good bond between each other. Knows when she is upset and knows exactly what to tell her even if sometimes it can hurt a little bit, but he cares about her very much that he only wants means well. 

Hikari: A little tease too. Always making fun of Takeru´s little flings and even if she appears innocent, she loves to be cheeky. Sensible, always making sure her brother is okay, eating well and trying not to disappoint him. She has a good amount of friends, but feels more comfortable being around Takeru and confides on him in lots of things which she doesn´t feel she can do with her girl friends. Loves photography and keeps lots of albums of her memories with her brother, family and friends in a shelve. Really good grades. Very reliable among her classmates and boys tend to fall head over heels for her. Her health condition has become better but still can feel a little down every now and then which makes Taichi worry and tells her to take it easy. Likes to be organized and helps her mother tidy around the apartment. Likes sweets, specially ice cream, and is always happy when Taichi comes back with a little treat for her. Tries not to be a burden to others therefore think she can overcome everything herself not relying on others. 

A Funny Feeling - Superboy x Reader

Originally posted by itcuddles

Requested by Anon - an imagine where the reader falls into the Young justice universe, with Superboy developing a crush on them (but not knowing what it is)


There was a flash of light, and suddenly you were falling. You screamed as your body began to tumble uncontrollably in the air. The spinning made you ill, and the swirling of the pavement below made time slow. You knew there was no way you were going to survive this. Closing your eyes, you prepared for impact. 

Suddenly, someone slammed into you. Two well-muscled arms slipped around your legs and upper back, pulling you into a brawny chest. The air went out of your lungs as you felt the person who held you land heavily on the pavement. You heard the pavement crack under the force of their landing. 

“Ahh,” you squeaked, wrapping your arms around the person’s neck to keep from falling out of their arms. You took a moment to get your bearings before meeting the blue eyes of your savior. 

“Are you…,” he started before his voice faded off. You took in his dark hair, and chiseled chin while he stared at you with wide eyes. He still held you tightly in his arms as you let go of his neck to get a look of the symbol on his chest. A red superman ‘S’. You frowned at it before everything clicked.

“Oh my,” you remarked, looking up at Superboy’s face again. You finally recognized him. “No…it can’t be…” Superboy’s brow crinkled in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a gust of wind. 

A yellow blur stopped in front of you and Superboy. “Nice catch, Supey,” Kid Flash praised as you paled at the sight of him. You recognized him right away. He winked at you. “You must be an angel since you fell from the sky.”

“Leave her alone,” Artemis chided, striding up behind him. Your eyes were wide when you recognized Artemis too. “No one needs to deal with your cheesy pick-up lines.”  Kid Flash turned to snap back at her, entering into an argument. 

“You can put them down, Superboy,” Robin teased, swinging down next to the two of you. “Unless you want to carry them.” Superboy blushed, setting you down on your feet. You held onto his arm as your knees felt too weak to stand. This had to be a dream. The heroes from the TV show couldn’t really be here.

Aqualad walked over to stand next to Robin while Ms. Martian floated down to land beside you. “Are you alright?” Aqualad asked, watching you with concern. You must have looked as shocked as you felt. 

“I…,” you gasped, taking a long look at each one of them. You observed Superboy kept his eyes on you the whole time. Fear tingled in your gut as you slowly sat down on the ground. “This can’t be real,” you muttered to yourself, burying your head into your hands. “This has to be a dream.”

“What has to be a dream?” Superboy questioned, tilting his head at you as he sat down beside you. The other heroes crouch around you while Artemis and Kid Flash continued arguing a distance away.

“This,” you said, gesturing around you. “You guys can’t be real.” You pinched yourself to see if you’d wake up, but nothing happened. “Oh boy, this is real.”

The heroes around you looked at each other, having a silent conversation. However, Superboy’s gaze never left you. “Why did you think this isn’t real?” Robin asked after a moment. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Because you only exist in the TV show and comic books,” you exclaimed, a headache brewing in your head. “None of you are real.” Ms. Martian was about to speak, but a passing shadow distracted her. You all looked up to see Superman floating there.

“Is everyone alright?” he asked, landing in front of you. His gaze lingered on you, making you feel a little faint. You met Superboy’s eye.

“Please tell me he isn’t real,” you begged. Superboy just continued to stare at you, not sure what to say. Aqualad pulled you back into a standing position.

Superman heard your words, taking a step forward to tower over you. His eyes were kind, but you were terrified. “I’m as real as you are,” he answered. You gulped as someone landed behind you. Spinning around, you met the white lenses of Batman. His eyes narrowed at you as you began to sway. You are embarrassed to say, but you fainted. 


It was about two months since you fainted. The league questioned you intently before deciding you weren’t a threat. They moved you into the cave with the team until they were able to find you a way home. Unfortunately, it was looking like you would be stuck here.  

Not that Conner would mind if you were never able to go home. He didn’t understand it, but a funny feeling buzzed in his chest every time he was close to you. It was an odd, yet pleasurable feeling. 

Conner didn’t understand what was happening to him. The genomorphs never programmed him with anything of this nature. He probably would have dismissed the feeling all together if it wasn’t for one conversation.

It was the weekend, and no missions had been assigned. Due to the boredom, Dick, Wally, and Conner were lounging around the living room of the cave. Dick and Wally were trying to make a tower out of playing cards while Conner was staring blankly at the far wall, thinking of you. Batman had taken you to visit Doctor Fate to see if there was a magical way to get you home.

Dick and Wally whispered to one another as they glanced over their shoulders at the distracted Conner. Wally got a playful smirk on his face as Dick started building the base of their card tower.

“So, Supey,” Wally began, nudging Conner’s leg. “What’s the deal with you and (Y/N)?”

Conner raised an eyebrow, blushing slightly. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

Wally chuckled, helping Dick place a card on top of two balanced ones. “I mean why do you get doe-eyed when (Y/N) is around?”

“Doe-eyed?” Conner asked, startled. He didn’t know what that meant, but he doubted it was something good.

“He means that you stare at them with a love-sick expression on your face,” Dick explained, balancing two more cards on the table. 

Conner’s eyes went wide in surprise and embarrassment. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? How can you not know?” Wally exclaimed. The volume of his voice shook the cards on the table causing Dick to frown at him. 

“The genomorphs never programmed me about…this feeling,” Conner explained, wringing his hands together. His stomach twisted as both Wally and Dick sent him curious looks.

“What feeling?” Dick questioned, freezing to stare at Conner. Wally’s mouth just dropped open.

Clearing his throat, Conner felt he could trust Dick and Wally enough for a straight answer to what his feelings were. “When I’m near (Y/N) I get a funny feeling in my chest like I have heart palpitations, but it’s not. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, it feels like my breath is taken away.” He looked at Dick and Wally imploringly. 

Dick and Wally traded looks before they both burst out laughing. Conner’s face reddened, humiliated. He started to get up to leave, but Wally sped in front of him to stop him. 

“Calm down, Supey,” Wally said, taking a deep breath to stop his chuckling. “What you’re feeling is normal.”

“Yeah Conner, it sounds like you have a crush on (Y/N),” Dick replied, abandoning his card tower to stand at Conner’s side.  Conner’s brow furrowed in confusion. 

“A crush?” he asked, switching his gaze from Wally to Dick. 

Wally smirked at him. “The genomorphs didn’t teach you what a crush was?” Conner stared at him blankly while Dick punched Wally’s arm.

“You’re not helping him, Kid Mouth,” he scolded before turning to Conner. “A crush is when you like someone romantically.”  

“Oh,” Conner remarked, finally understanding. He nodded to Dick before turning to leave the room. 

Wally zoomed in front of him, stopping him again. “Dude, so are you going to ask (Y/N) out?”

“Is there a point? (Y/N) may have to return home at anytime.” Conner responded. He knew that “asking someone out” usually came after the revelation of liking someone romantically, but it seemed pointless.

“Well, take a chance. Don’t tell anyone this, but I overheard Batman say that it is unlikely that they will find (Y/N) a way to get home,” Dick stated plainly, lowering his voice. 

Conner’s heart ached at Dick’s words. He hated how you may never get home, but a small part of him was glad you may be here forever. “How would I ‘ask out’ (Y/N)?” Conner inquired, grimacing at the devious grins that grew on Wally and Dick.

“Don’t worry, Supey,” Wally reassured, slipping an arm around Conner’s shoulders. “We’ll help you.” Conner began to wonder if he made a mistake talking to these two.


A day later, you were lying on your bed in your room at the cave. This whole experience was surreal, but amazingly cool. If you had to be completely honest, you were enjoying your time in this universe, but you missed your home. 

A knock on the door made you rise from the bed. However, when you opened the door, you were surprised to see Superboy standing there awkwardly. He hasn’t spoken to you since the day he caught you, but he always seemed to stand close to you when you were in the same room together.

“Hi Superboy,” you greeted, giving him a friendly smile. He stared at you for a moment before clearing his throat. 

“My name is Conner,” he replied, studying every part of your face. “You can call me Conner.”

“Okay, Conner,” you answered. You paused a moment for him to continue, but when he said nothing, you prompted him. “What brings you to knock on my door?”

Conner blinked at you before glancing back down the hallway. “Could I speak to you in private?” You leaned out to peeked down the hallway only to see Kid Flash and Robin quickly duck behind a corner. 

“Sure, come in,” you offered, stepping aside. He marched in, standing beside your bed gawkily. You locked the door behind him. A smile came to your face when you heard two cries of disappoint echoing from the hallway. Conner and you stared at each other for several moments until he finally spoke.

“Ever since I met you, I get a funny feeling in my chest when I’m around you. I talked to Wally and Dick, and they explained the feeling means that I like you romantically,” Conner explained, clenching his hands to ease his nerves. 

“You like me?” you asked, stunned. It had never occurred to you that all his staring was because he liked you. 

Conner bit his lip, blushing as he looked down at his feet. He gave you a slight nod. “Wally and Dick also told me I should ask you out since I have a ‘crush’ on you,” he continued, his entire face burning red. “So, do you want to go out with me?”

Your mouth dropped open as your heart fluttered with excitement. A big smile grew on your face when you gained the ability to speak. “I would love to go out with you, Conner.”

“Good,” Conner answered, clearing his throat. He shuffled his feet nervously. “May I pick you up tomorrow at five?”

“Yeah, that would be great,” you replied, giving him a big smile. Conner made to leave, but you stopped him. “Conner, I want you to know that Batman told me yesterday that I may never get home.”

“I’m sorry,” Conner responded. His blue eyes were filled with sympathy and a glimmer of something else. “But I like to think that maybe it gives us a chance to know each other.”

You gave him a small grin. “Yeah, maybe,” you commented as Conner left the room. Maybe if you could never get home, you would be able to find a life here with Conner.  

anonymous asked:

Ooo I have a smut!prompt if ur willing to write it!! Basically Phil is sick of always feeling tired so he calls a masseuse home for a full body massage. Dan finds out and gets MAJORLY jealous but Phil manages to convince him. Phil's lying on his stomach getting his back massaged when dan replaces the guy in himself. When the massage turns dirty like butt etc Phil panics feeling uncomfortable and calls for dan finding out it was him all along doing the oil massage in a dirty way 😂 & then smutlol

(It may have taken forever, but I finally finished it! I really hope this is what you had in mind, anon, and that you enjoy this! Thank you so much for the request and for being so patient!  It is a little bit long, whoops.)

Word Count: Around 3,500

Warnings/triggers: jealousy, possessiveness, kinda mildly-dubious consent, there’s one part where Phil falls asleep while getting massaged but he wakes up before anything really sexual happens, don’t worry. Also, it’s always best to ask first if you’re going to touch someone’s butt, even if you’re in a long-term relationship.

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“I’m being forced to go to a poetry reading by this visiting author i’ve never heard of and i’m waiting for it to start when you sit down next to me and i try to make conversation, and yup, you’re the fucking author” au

AO3

Jyn needs to pass Latin American literature in order to graduate next month.

And she is. Kind of. Well, almost.

She will be passing once she gets her extra credit points from attending this goddamn poetry session.

She’s never been quite the best at analyzing literature or writing essays or poems or anything of that kind of sort (she’s a maths kind of girl or more specifically, a programming kind of girl), much less anything past British literature. But she needed to knock out her goddamn global cultures and writing flags before she graduated, so she figured the class could kill two birds in one stone.

The only minor problem being that, her stone was not killing either birds, figuratively.

Which is how she finds herself at some dumb poetry reading by a Mexican author of sorts who is supposedly an alumnus or grad student or other at Yavin University of which her professor could not stop going on and on about because one of his former students was published—and really, Jyn can’t help but roll her eyes to the back of her head.

It’s a bloody poem, Christ, not a cure to cancer.  

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anonymous asked:

Can I have Reiner and Bertholt proposing headcanons? It can be an AU if it'll be easier 😊 I love your blog!!!

Modern AU will be a lot easier for me, if you don’t mind. Enjoy! 


Reiner: 

  • It kind of just hits him one night when he comes home from work and finds his s/o sitting on the couch that he could live like this forever. Coming home to them after a long, tiring shift was the best part of any day and he wants to keep it like that for the rest of his life. 

  • He toys with the idea for a while, actually. Like Reiner strikes me as the type of person who may do things impulsively and confidentially in a relationship, he knows this is a huge step. He wants to make sure this is the best step for them both and brings up the idea to his mother a few times. 

  • Gabi, of course, overhears and encourages him to move his ass because his s/o is probably just waiting for him to propose to them. When he realizes she’s right, the two of them probably go ring browsing until Reiner comes across something that just screams his s/o. 

  • He’d purchase it and plan on making the day as special as possible. He gets this idea to plant one of those cliche savager hunts because it sounds fun and it’s just impulsive enough that his s/o won’t be suspecting what’s going on. 

  • After running around town with Gabi, their final stop would be in a gazebo in the park where Reiner would be waiting for them. He’s dressed nicely and would take them by the hands and just start to pour his heart out to them because God, he loves them so much. 

  • Shockingly, Reiner isn’t really nervous. He’s anxious, sure, but he feels pretty confident that they’ll say yes. They’ve discussed marriage in the past and he knows their stance on it so, when he takes out the ring and gets down on one knee, his s/o shouts yes at him before he can even finish asking the question. 

  • Their family and friends had been waiting by and there would be many words of congratulations as his s/o shows off the ring on their finger. It would be romantic and spontaneous and just so Reiner that it makes the whole experience perfect. 

Bertholdt: 

  • Someone please hold this anxious kid because his anxiety will be through the roof. For a long while, he knew that he wanted to propose to his s/o and wanted to spend a life with them, but the fear of rejection is what causes him to chicken out every single time.
  • Months ago he called his s/o’s best friend/sibling/parent in order to go over a few rings he thought his s/o would like and the ring has been sitting in his pocket ever since, burning a hole through the fabric. His courage would fizz out whenever he had the confidence to go through with it all. 

  • Finally, Reiner would help him work through his nerves via a convincing pep talk and Bertholdt musters up the courage to try again. 

  • He’s not the type to do it in a public setting because it being the two of them is much more romantic in his opinion and he doesn’t want multiple sets of eyes on his back watching his each and every move like a hawk. Instead, he opts to make his s/o’s favorite meal and gets their favorite drink when they get home after work.

  • In the middle of dinner, Bertholdt would take their hand with his own and, in a soft and gentle voice, would list all the things about them that makes him happy. He never imagined he’d find someone so wonderful and perfect for him and he never wants to let them go. 

  • When he pulls out the ring, his s/o is elated and agrees almost instantly with a sigh of it’s about time. Bertholdt is as red as a cherry but he’s so thrilled and happy that he can’t even wait to finish dinner to press a flurry of kisses against his s/o’s face. His s/o just made him the happiest man alive and it doesn’t take too long for them to announce their engagement to their family/friends and social media!
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“You take him to the hospital.”
“What about you?”

She doesn’t answer, knows the question is more rhetorical than anything. The answer is obvious. Even if Gibson is delirious, even if he might only be imagining that he hears Mulder, she cannot ignore the possibility that he’s right. That Mulder is really out here somewhere. “You’re so close now,” he said. God, if that’s true…

I’m sorry, Gibson. I have to try. Skinner will protect you. You can trust him.

She doesn’t know if he can hear her, if he’s out of range or too sick, but she hopes he will understand, somehow. Behind her, she can hear the car door slam and the engine turn over. The sound of the tires rolling over the dirt carries for a long time across the stillness of the desert air; when it finally fades away to nothing, Scully closes her eyes and holds her breath, as if she will be able to hear Mulder if only she tries hard enough.

The silence sits heavy in her ears. She holds the breath until her lungs start to burn, until Mulder’s name pulses in her ears in time to her heartbeat. Blinking her eyes open, then, she lets the air out in a long, slow exhalation and bends down to pick her flashlight up off the ground. She sweeps the beam in a wide arc in front of her, eyes straining into the darkness for a glimpse of something, anything, that might indicate Gibson was right.

Where are you, Mulder? Am I really so close to finding you?

Setting her jaw, she fixes the light in the direction Gibson was staring when she found him. It’s as good a place as any to start.

She is struck by the sudden and intense sensation of deja vu, of searching a wide open desert for a missing Mulder, so long ago. So much has changed since then, and yet here she is, five years later, doing the very same thing. She dreamed of him then, too, she realizes. The thought gives her hope, not that the horrors she’s been seeing in her nightmares are real, but that if he were truly dead and gone, she would somehow know.

Longing swells in her chest, expanding until she might burst from it, until it can only escape as a cry into the night.

“Mulder!”

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anonymous asked:

Hey guys I know you're super busy but I was just wondering if you'd be able to help me whenever you get the chance. I read this AMAZING fic ages ago and I can't find it and I've looked everywhere :( all I can remember is that Bucky is back and Steve is there trying to help him recover and one day Bucky just explodes and starts yelling homophobic things at Steve and pushes him to the ground in front of all the other avengers. Sorry if that's confusing, love you guys and thanks :)))))

I think maybe it’s this one?

On the Air by debwalsh

When Steve is invited to drop the New Year’s ball in Times Square, he gets more than he bargained for. A passionate on-air New Year’s kiss shared with a prominent glam gay icon changes Steve’s life forever, and may end up costing him the one person who means the most to him. But when one door closes, another one opens, and Steve may be looking at the opportunity of a lifetime, courtesy of a little reality show.

In which Steve Rogers finds himself in the all the old familiar places, Tony Stark finds he can go home again with the right companions, and James “Bucky” Barnes finds himself looking to figure out his place in history. Pepper Potts and Natasha Romanoff discover the joys of having a real live doll. And Sam Wilson is the beacon of hope for everyone in Stark Tower.

You can also try our Coming Out tag and our Period-typical Homophobia tag.

If anyone knows for sure, please let us know!

amethystamarante  asked:

I hope you don't mind my second request. Alpha Shinsou or Mirio leaving sticky notes all over the house after a pretty bad fight with his fem Omega about how she feels he doesn't listen to her or seem to know much about her even though they have been dating for a good while. and he wrote down her favorite quotes from all their favorite old movies? I will love you even more than I already do forever! if the last one she finds is "I'll always love you ~ Bee Charmer" next to a bottle of honey.

Mirio has been getting a lot of love lately, so I think I’ll take Shinsou for this one!

It was no secret, Shinsou wasn’t the most sensitive of men. He loved his Omega more than anything, but there were times, more often than not, he may of drifted off while she was talking about something important. It wasn’t intentional, or out of spite, no, nothing like that.

 When she had come home that day, he should have known something wasn’t right. The way she let the door slam behind her harder than usual. How she banged her way around the kitchen in an unceremoniously loud manner. Huffing as she sat down next to him, launching into a long, angry rant about her day.

 No, he hadn’t listened as much as he should have, toning her out as he continued watching whatever was on tv. It wasn’t even anything important. After awhile, he wasn’t sure how long, she finally snapped, giving his arm a hard jab.

“Are you even listening?”

“Huh? Yeah, of course. Keep going.” he waved her on, and the fire in her eyes should have tipped him off.

“What was I just saying.” oh no. He could feel his blood run cold, the glare etched onto her face couldn’t even express the rage she was feeling. 

“Just what I thought. You weren’t listening at all!” she stands up, and he reaches out for her arm to stop her. She slaps his hand away in tears.

“No. Leave me alone! You never listen to anything I have to say! So just sit here so you don’t have to listen to me anymore!” and with that, she stormed off to their room, slamming and locking the bedroom door.

~~~

 The next morning, the Omega finally left the bedroom. It had been a long night, and she finally cried herself to self around two, only hauling herself out of bed to get some breakfast. The first thing she notices in a note on the wall adjacent to the bedroom.

“You make me want to be a better man. ~ As Good As It Gets.” Ha. Nice try, but he’ll have to do better than that. She crumples the note and heads down the hall, stopping when her foot lands on something smooth.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love… I love… I love you. ~ Pride & Prejudice.” alright…that was very sweet. But no, she was still mad and had every right to be! She takes the second note, but doesn’t crumple it right away. The living room was covered in sticky notes, on every surface Shinsou knew she would have to come in contact with.

So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day.~ The Notebook.”

“ Everything I have ever done, I’ve done for you. ~ Great Expectations .”

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.~ Moulin Rouge.

They just kept coming. Over thirty by the time she was done, and she could feel the tears pricking the corners of her eyes. He did listen, he did love her. She should have talked to him about this…worked it out. And she would, she’d make sure.

 Finally, after over an hour of hunting down notes, she made it to the kitchen. On the table sat her favorite mug, a tea bag already setting in it, and a jar of honey next to it.

“I’ll always love you ~ Bee Charmer.”

I went to the area pet shelter and cuddled some sweet babies. One absolutely stole my heart by how much he demanded some love and cuddles, another just straight up settled in on my lap (I wish I could just curled up on the couch and read a book for half an hour with him), and another girl is just so damn pretty and I would LOVE to have her, but everyone is giving her all the attention apparently and I doubt she will struggle to find a home at ALL and I need some time to clean before I am allowed to get a kitty anyways. The boy that was ready to hang out forever is probably one of the biggest kitties I’ve ever seen! I could tell while he was still in his hidey hole that his head was really big, but once he was on my lap, omfg. Honestly, I think he is my fave. He’s a bit rougher and older and has HIV so slightly special needs, so he may struggle a bit to find a home and I am so ready to help him find a forever home quickly so we can read all the books during cozy autumn night.

Havsrå

Known as the “Sea Wife”, the Havsrå is the oceanic equivalent of the Huldra and is the keeper or warden of the seas. Passing sailors can get her good graces by offering a coin, food or gloves (in cold weather) as a gift. In return, she may reciprocate the gesture with a warning of any any approaching high winds, storms or icy conditions. She may also help fishermen who show her such favour with information about how and where they can land a big haul.

Havsrå can take many different forms but usually appears as an incredibly beautiful woman with long, flowing hair that she is often seen combing atop rocks. Sometimes her back is hollow (as with the Huldra) and she has many aquatic features such as a fishes tail where her legs would be. She may also transform into the guise of seals, sea birds or other marine animals.

There are also Havsmän (“Sea Men”) but it is not know if they are connected to the Havsrå. Some believe that the two are sexual partners and this is how their existence continues but others say they are solitary creatures (much more like the Nøkk). The Havsmän can often be seen walking or waterskiing on the ocean waves just before a storm.

The Havsrå lives at the depths of the ocean in an underwater castle on the seabed with enormous halls, each one finer than the one before, where she lives with her children and other aquatic vættir. Under favourable weather conditions a sailor may catch a glimpse of her palace which has given rise to tales of sunken castles out at sea.

It has been known for a handsome sailor to stumble upon a Havsrå castle and that he be taken in to live with her forever and lose all memory of their home and life back on land.

Sometimes, if a fisherman happens to pull in a remarkable catch, he may find in his nets a Havsbarn (“Sea Child”), a child of the Havsrå. If he takes such a child home and raises it as his own, the Havsbarn will grow up to be the greatest of fishermen and possess a mystical connection to the sea that others lack, despite living out their life as a normal person. One day, when they have reached adulthood, the Havsbarn will hear a call from their mother, the Havsrå. They will then reveal their true nature to their adopted parents and thank them before sailing out to sea and jumping in, never to be seen again. Many Scandinavians who come from remote islands and seafaring families claim that their ancestor was such a Havsbarn.

It has been known for a Havsrå to stop a passing ship and offer to buy it’s cargo. It is wise to be polite and take the deal, as the Havsrå pays very well and rewards the kindness with good wind in the sails and fine conditions. On the other hand, refusal or rudeness will invoke her wrath and the ship may soon feel her power, sinking down to the murky depths.

An Unexpected Reunion

Bilbo leaves Erebor on a grey, overcast day. The land seems to share his grief and the weight of his heart makes every step an effort. As he casts one last look over his shoulder, the Lonely Mountain stands proudly before the darkening sky, her slopes covered with fresh snow.

Erebor will thrive and prosper. But Bilbo doesn’t think he will return to see it.

In his memory Erebor will forever be the home from Thorin’s dreams and memories. Without Thorin, it will not be the same.

“Do not be so sad,” Gandalf advises him. “We all must leave when our time comes.”

Bilbo sighs, nods, and turns back to the road ahead. They’d all agreed Thorin’s death had been noble, befitting of his status, and the sort of end every grand King may aspire to find. And maybe Bilbo is just a hobbit who understands little of great kings, and legends, but he’d rather have seen Thorin live. It might not have been as grand or noble, yet all the nobility of the world cannot weight against life and laughter.

Though it matters not. Thorin is moving to the Halls of his kind, and Bilbo is going home.

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The year 2015! 


Short fics -

Flight Paths Home

Cas and Dean are roommates, neither one of them aware that the other is secretly flying around the city in the guise of a superhero saving innocent lives–even if they do regularly stitch each other up. Cas is quite convinced he’s in love with Dean however, yet Dean is interested in someone else. Someone he “works with.” Someone that later comes crashing through his window with a familiar face.

Rated T for violence.

Part 1 Read Here / Part 2 Read Here / Part 3 Read Here

Nightmares 

Forced to walk home in the dark, Cas is followed by two suspicious men. Rushing into a phone booth, he dials the only number that comes to his panicked mind and accidentally, or perhaps conveniently, gets Officer Dean Winchester.

Rated T for violence. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I read RH and I totally loved how you wrote Spider-Man and, a couple chapters back, Daredevil. Out of intense curiousity, do you have any headcanons about this vigilante duo?

Hehehe…yes, yes I do…

  • Daredevil did(does) not approve of Peter being a vigilante. And the two did not get along at first. Matt tried to talk Peter out of his hero work telling him that he needed to ‘wait until he was out of diapers to fight the good fight and to leave the real work to the grown-ups.’
  • Spidey did not take that well. So the kid went out even more just to spite DD. But Peter was still new to the whole hero thing and ended up getting hurt on the job. 
  • Matt found the teenager and rushed him back to his apartment and fixed him up. After Peter’s initial freak out “you took my mask! how could you do that dude! I mean it’s like common courtesy to leave a bro’s mask on!” and then “oh you’re blind…wait what?!” the two ended up talking over hot chocolate/coffee and well, things changed from there. 
  • Daredevil and Spiderman had a deal after that. Peter wasn’t allowed to patrol if he didn’t train with Matt at least three times a week. Peter agreed because honestly, that sounded pretty awesome, he could really use a mentor. And Matt offered because he couldn’t just let this spaz-ball of a kid go out without any skill, he just relied on luck honestly. So training the teenager would help Matt sleep better. 
  • After a few sessions of sparring and Matt trying to get this kid to do more than just dodge. Peter ended up saying something about the school bell about killing him that day because of his enhanced hearing. And Matt was like, “You have what? Oh well, I can definitely help you with that.” 
  • So Matt not only helped Peter with his fighting skills but his enhanced senses. And Peter is very thankful. Matt’s showed him the best kinds of fabric to buy, what smells will probably give him a headache, how to focus his hearing and to rely on more than just his eyes and spider-sense. And Matt is seeing a lot of improvements in Peter. 
  • The two team up quite a bit. Why not? (but for some reason it’s still an unspoken rule that they are not to go and fight in each other’s territory without the other one there) They work well together. Matt grounds Peter and helps focus him, and Peter helps Matt to control his emotions and to ‘not beat people within an inch of their lives, Matt!’. 
  • They end up hanging out more and more out of the mask. Mostly at Matt’s apartment. But it’s kind of nice for the both of them to have someone that understands the stresses of vigilantism. (even if there is an age difference and they may not like all (or any) of the same things) 
  • Peter forces Matt to keep coco (and other things Matt would never willingly buy) in his kitchen at all times for an after patrol/training snack. (that kid is always hungry) And Matt makes sure Peter does his freakin homework before they patrol. 
  • They end up having this sort of weird child-parent relationship, (but neither of them notice because it came on so slowly) And one night Spidey and DD are in Hell’s Kitchen when something pretty gory happens and Peter keeps it together while in the middle of the fight, but Matt can hear his heart can smell the fear…
  • Peter ends up having a meltdown and Matt drags him back to the apartment for hot coco, and wraps a blanket around the kid’s shuddering shoulders. (Matt doesn’t like this…this, this right here was why he didn’t want Peter out there fighting in the first place. He was just a kid!)
  • They deal, and their friendship grows. Peter spends a lot of time with Matt and Matt is pretty used to coming home to find that Peter is already there; doing his homework on the ceiling…It just becomes the new norm. 
  • But after a while, Peter’s aunt wants to know where he is all the time, and as the teenager scrambles for a new excuse Matt just takes the phone and nicely tells May that he had met Peter a while back and he had offered the teen a job on a trial basis, but it was just now official. 
  • May had been ecstatic, she had no idea that Peter was interested in law! And when she had asked why he hadn’t told her Peter just tells her he wanted it to be a surprise..?*looks at Matt very confused* *Matt giving a thumbs up*  
  •  Peter had asked if Matt was serious. And Matt had given him the most deadpanned expression saying “I will not lie to your Aunt. So yes, you have a job, and you better show up and do a good job or I’m docking your pay.” 
  • “I get paid!? How much?!” 
    “I might just pay you in food.”
    “Sounds good to me. I’m always hungry.”
    “I hadn’t noticed.”
  • Foggy loved Peter. He was going to steal the kid and keep him as his pet. He didn’t know where Matt had managed to find him, or how he hadn’t scared the kid off, but he was glad Matt had hired him because Peter was a migical creature that fixed his computer and for that Foggy would forever love the teenager. 
  • May asked so many questions about Peter’s new friends and job, that finally, Peter was like “Let me just bring Matt over, okay?” and so that is how Matt ended up having a home cooked dinner in the Parker home while being interrogated by a sweet old woman.  
  • Life is pretty good. Peter always eats all of Matt’s ice cream, and Matt hides Peter’s mask away if he feels Peter is too injured to patrol “You can’t hide your injuries from me, Parker.” They have each other pretty figured out at this point and they are close. 
  • There are still ups and downs. They’re heroes after all. But Matt will protect Peter from seeing more than he should because even if Matt respects Peter as a hero, he is still just a kid. And Peter will protect Matt from flying bullets and broken bones because even if he is really scary as DD he doesn’t have a healing factor. 

So continues the adventures of the Dark Knight and the Boy Wonder, wait, wait, no that’s not right…*clears throat* So continues the adventures of a blind lawyer and a freeloading teenagerNo, let me try again…So continues the adventures of The Man Without Fear and Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man! Yes, there we go…

Have you heard? These YA books are being made into movies:


1. A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Description on Goodreads: When nineteen-year-old huntress Feyre kills a wolf in the woods, a beast-like creature arrives to demand retribution for it. Dragged to a treacherous magical land she only knows about from legends, Feyre discovers that her captor is not an animal, but Tamlin—one of the lethal, immortal faeries who once ruled their world. As she dwells on his estate, her feelings for Tamlin transform from icy hostility into a fiery passion that burns through every lie and warning she’s been told about the beautiful, dangerous world of the Fae. But an ancient, wicked shadow grows over the faerie lands, and Feyre must find a way to stop it… or doom Tamlin—and his world—forever.

Movie status: in development


2. Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

Description on Goodreads: A horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its abandoned bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that the children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow—impossible though it seems—they may still be alive.

Movie status: in theaters December 2016


3. Looking for Alaska by John Green

Description on Goodreads: Before. Miles “Pudge” Halter’s whole existence has been one big nonevent, and his obsession with famous last words has only made him crave the “Great Perhaps” (François Rabelais, poet) even more. He heads off to the sometimes crazy, possibly unstable, and anything-but-boring world of Culver Creek Boarding School, and his life becomes the opposite of safe. Because down the hall is Alaska Young. The gorgeous, clever, funny, sexy, self-destructive, screwed-up, and utterly fascinating Alaska Young, who is an event unto herself. She pulls Pudge into her world, launches him into the Great Perhaps, and steals his heart. After. Nothing is ever the same.

Movie status: in theaters 2017 


4. An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir

Description on Goodreads: Under the Martial Empire, defiance is met with death. Those who do not vow their blood and bodies to the Emperor risk the execution of their loved ones and the destruction of all they hold dear. It is in this brutal world, inspired by ancient Rome, that Laia lives with her grandparents and older brother. The family ekes out an existence in the Empire’s impoverished backstreets. They do not challenge the Empire. They’ve seen what happens to those who do. But when Laia’s brother is arrested for treason, Laia is forced to make a decision. In exchange for help from rebels who promise to rescue her brother, she will risk her life to spy for them from within the Empire’s greatest military academy. There, Laia meets Elias, the school’s finest soldier—and secretly, its most unwilling. Elias wants only to be free of the tyranny he’s being trained to enforce. He and Laia will soon realize that their destinies are intertwined—and that their choices will change the fate of the Empire itself.

Movie status: in development 


5. Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard

Description on Goodreads: This is a world divided by blood – red or silver. The Reds are commoners, ruled by a Silver elite in possession of god-like superpowers. And to Mare Barrow, a seventeen-year-old Red girl from the poverty-stricken Stilts, it seems like nothing will ever change. That is, until she finds herself working in the Silver Palace. Here, surrounded by the people she hates the most, Mare discovers that, despite her red blood, she possesses a deadly power of her own. One that threatens to destroy the balance of power. Fearful of Mare’s potential, the Silvers hide her in plain view, declaring her a long-lost Silver princess, now engaged to a Silver prince. Despite knowing that one misstep would mean her death, Mare works silently to help the Red Guard, a militant resistance group, and bring down the Silver regime. But this is a world of betrayal and lies, and Mare has entered a dangerous dance – Reds against Silvers, prince against prince, and Mare against her own heart.

Movie status: in development


6. Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor

Description on Goodreads: Around the world, black handprints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky. In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grows dangerously low. And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherwordly war. Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real, she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious “errands”, she speaks many languages - not all of them human - and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out. When beautiful, haunted Akiva fixes fiery eyes on her in an alley in Marrakesh, the result is blood and starlight, secrets unveiled, and a star-crossed love whose roots drink deep of a violent past. But will Karou live to regret learning the truth about herself?

Movie status: in development

Endless Nights, Endless Cries

To say that Atsushi was surprised…was an understatement.

In fact, he was far too shock to even recognize the mixture of feelings dwelling up inside his chest, throbbing, aching, shouting. It had only been a few minutes since his mind registered the soft yet broken sound lingering around his ears, though the pain in his heart felt like it had always been there from the very beginning. The white-haired teen felt himself shaking, losing his breath even—and all he could do was stare at the young man, his mind as blank as ever.

Beside him, Akutagawa was burying his face on the palm of his hands. A few hiccups escaped his lips, followed by string of coughs, but to Atsushi it sounds more like an excuse to try to hide the sobs coming out from his own mouth. From his view, the detective could not see the tiny droplets of tears soaking the other’s pale face, or how it painted his cheeks in an inartistic portrait. The muffled sobs he heard was heartbreaking enough that Atsushi thought he’d break down as well if he saw the other unclasp his hands from his face.

It wasn’t the first time Atsushi saw him had nightmare, and he’s certain it would be far from the last. And though he had seen him struggling to forget loads of bad dreams in the past, that was the first time he saw Akutagawa cry, show vulnerability in front of someone he had considered a rival before all these secret meetings ever happened.

Atsushi didn’t even know how it all started—or how his supposed enemy Mafioso became his lover after declarations of hatred and promised revenge. All he knew was that one day, Akutagawa let him see past his stoic face and nonchalance, lips against lips in a comforting rhythm he allowed himself to listen to. And though they might be in different sides of values, or even grew up believing different versions of what’s right, their hearts still beat for each other’s name and maybe, that was all that mattered—for now.

Akutagawa inched closer to his lover, prying his hands away from his eyes. He snuggled his face over the other’s chest, seeking for certain comfort he’d been yearning for ever since the night chased the sun away. The white-haired male wrapped his arms around the other’s waist in retaliation, whispering soft promises to his skin in the fortress of their shared futon.

The former tipped his head back, revealing his swollen eyes for Atsushi to see. Black irises slowly rose to meet heterochromatic ones, silently pleading him to tell him everything’s going to be okay, that there’s still something human inside him.

He held his hands.

“You’re still with me, Akutagawa. I’m here for you, okay?”

He kissed him on the forehead.
“Your scars will remain scars, you can’t erase them. They’re a part of you and the only thing you can do is prevent them from ruining what you are now. It’s going to be okay, trust me.” A smile appeared on his face, on normal occasions it would have been returned with equal fondness from his lover, yet today was not the day. Instead, Akutagawa snapped—creating some distance between them.

“How can you say everything’s going to be okay?!” Ironic. Because just a minute ago, he’d been dreading for Atsushi to say those exact words. “You don’t understand. Unlike you, I’m unwanted. Nobody cares about me.”

His face broke into a laugh, bitter tears spilling from his black orbs in queue. For a moment, Atsushi wondered whether he said the right words or if he just made it worse. He clenched his fists, enough to draw crimson red from his palms.

“You received Dazai-san’s acknowledgement effortlessly. One thing I’ve always wanted, yet…I’m still here. Still too far for him to see.” He closed his eyelids, feeling the liquid warming up his entire body. He might be powerful, but he’s still a human. He might be nonchalant, but he’s still a human. He might be considered heartless, but he’s still a human. He might be a Mafioso, but he’s still a human.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke is a human, yet he’s a monster to people’s eyes.

A monster, undeserving of love.

“I wish I can take your pain away. I really do.” Atsushi whispered, burying his head on the former’s torso. There it is again, his soft voice soothing the rage within Akutagawa, something touching his stoned heart. He’d always been weak for Atsushi, always searching for the warmth only the man-tiger could provide. Their hands locked together as if they had done the same thing a million times before. Through the touch, they burned—though they can never pull away.

“You told me my past doesn’t have anything to do with me anymore, right? The same could be said to you. You have to let go, Akutagawa…” He breathed the other’s scent. “Let go, and I’d be here to catch you.” The detective promised.

The tears escaped once more, accompanied by the red tint on his cheeks.

“I love you. You know that, right?” Atsushi‘s voice held sincerity, and wasn’t that the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard?

He met his lips on a chaste kiss then, breathing nothing but each other’s honesty. He touched his cheeks tenderly, sweeping away his bangs to tuck behind his ears. Everything seemed beautiful, perfect even—and in their own little world, nothing existed but the two of them staring at each other affectionately. No past, no Dazai-san, just Atsushi and Akutagawa in the confines of their love and comforting words.

Atsushi fell asleep just a few beats after the exchange. He ran his his fingers through the other’s fluffy hair, feeling the soft tendrils tickling the palm of his hands. His warm breath touched the bridge of his nose, easing, calming.

And maybe outside their shared bedroom, there were wars. There might be people fighting for their lives, or struggling to find the home they never had. Someone out there might even be getting himself drunk, waiting for his lover to come back, but really, who cares? As the past may continue to hurt the both of them, or how ghosts chase him in the dimness of his existence, he knew. He knew Atsushi would always be there for him—and no amount of scars was going to change that.

“Good night, Atsushi.”

And in that moment, Akutagawa prayed Atsushi will be forever his.

[END]

NOTE: So here’s my contribution for the Akuatsu week, Day 3: Recovery! Um, I hope you guys like it and I’m so so so sorry for how shitty this is. //hides

The Power Of Love - Part 21

Warnings – possible swearing

Just a short chapter as my family and i have been having our own little Christmas as I was in hospital very ill for the actual Christmas so I’ve not had much time. I’ll update more soon :D
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You send a silent prayer that you don’t trip over. Your eyes float over the guest, family and friends from both sides, until your eyes finally meet his.

You see him let out a deep breath, his expression one of pure devotion. As you reach the end of the aisle your Dad kisses your head and shakes Jensen’s hand before handing you over to him.

“You look so beautiful” he whispers as the music comes to an end

“You don’t look to bad yourself” you wink just before to ceremony begins.

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