She had not thought of Jon in ages. He was only her half brother, but still… with Robb and Bran and Rickon dead, Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again.
What would be going through the guys mind as they raced to get to their s/o but as they look into their girls eyes know they would make it in time to save them, but She has a look of understanding (Haha sorry its so dark)
AH YES ANGST [I kinda went overboard with Donnie lmao]
He can’t keep his cool.
He yells as his running and your tipping off the edge, he doesn’t stray and just yells your name over and over like somehow if he yelled it loud enough it would keep you from falling.
But it didn’t.
You locked eyes with him just seconds before you fell and his heart skipped, his breathe staggered and through misty eyes he knew you forgave him.
But he didn’t want forgiveness, he wanted you. To be okay and to be here, with him. He tried force himself to believe you didn’t fall. That you were okay and that he got to you in time because he was the hero. The leader. He could do things others couldn’t. He tried, tried so hard to believe you were okay.
But you weren’t. And he had to come to terms with that.
The next few weeks, he didn’t say much, ate almost nothing and there was nothing in his mind but those forgiving eyes.
But he’s still so sorry.
His chest is tight with panic and he feels as if he can’t breathe.
That car hurtling towards you wasn’t stopping.
It wasn’t stopping and your foot was stuck and he was racing to save you, desperately hoping beyond all hope.
But God had other plans for you.
Raph locked eyes with you, and you smiled. Your eyes shined in a way that gave him calm, but he couldn’t feel it with all the blood rushing through his head. He knew what you were trying to do. You knew he wasn’t going to able to get to you in time and he saw that look and understood. But he didn’t accept it. He didn’t want to.
Just before the truck hit you, he felt a lightning bolt of panic. Anger. He felt everything.
That truck hitting you.
The screaming he was doing, but not hearing.
And that forgiving look you gave him, it was like fire in his head, one that for the life him he will never able to put out.
Hope. He has a world of hope in his head that he could catch you before you were consumed by the explosion.
His eyes never left yours, the rapid beeping like shock-waves that made him push himself farther, harder.
He felt his mouth moving, but he couldn’t here himself saying your name because his eyes, his mind was on you.
And the look you were giving him.
The look that said “it’s okay, I know.”
The look that told him “I forgive you, Mikey.”
The look that he will never forget, “I love you.”
He was blown back by the shock-waves, the ringing in his ears like the twitters of a songbird. He was distraught. Unbelieving. He made a promise to you, that he would never let harm come to you. But he broke it. He couldn’t feel the tears bubbling in his eyes and streaming down his face. He knew they were there.
As his concerned brothers surrounded him, all he could let leave from his bleeding lips was your name.
He calculated. He mapped. He was sure of it.
The tremors, the quakes before the storm.
He knew what it all meant. He had everything thought out.
Except one factor.
He didn’t count on you wanting to surprise him with a new phone. He was counting on your appearance in the lair.
But you didn’t come and that’s what sent him rushing out into the open.
He was always calculative. He always thought things through. But he could barely keep his balance, fraught with worry and panic as the ground cracked underneath him.
He spotted you. In the crowd of screaming people.
You were looking down and that’s what shook him to his core.
You were going to fall.
He sprinted towards you, calling your name. Over and over, louder and louder still. He didn’t care if the screams turned to him. He didn’t care if the throngs of people saw him.
All he knew was you.
And you looked to him. He was so far away but that look made him feel so very near. It was a look that understood. It was a look that tore his heart because he knew that you knew.
He couldn’t save you.
You smiled at him and just before the ground crumbled beneath you, he lets out a strangled cry.
He wasn’t counting on you dying today.
He wanted to grow old with you, he wanted nothing more than to see you come back to him. He always kicked around the bush and the small, black box in his pocket reminded him that the most precious person in his life is gone.
Her throat was sore. Her hands felt numb and her shoulders shook.
Just please hold on. Please for one minute more, Y/N.
You clung to the edge of the bridge with everything you had and there were tears in her eyes as you slipped further.
She couldn’t lose you. There wasn’t a chance. If you died she would go running, and kick down Heaven’s gate just to bring you back.
But then you slipped.
And it was so surreal. It seemed like an hour pasted between your hands slipping away and your eyes meeting hers.
Her lips seemed numb as she mumbled frantically, denying for her tears that you were gone.
But you were. You were had slipped before she could get to you.
Before she could tell you. Before she could hold your hands and see you smile. Before she could says those three words that were left dying in the back of her throat.
And the worst part was that you forgave her. And she knew it.
And she hated herself for it.
Requested by Anon:
May can you write something where the reader is a big fan of Teen Wolf/PPL (you
choose) and she has a crush on Theo/Mike and now she’s dating Cody and she
never told him about knowing and crushing on him/his character. And after
dating for a while he, somehow, finds out and gets really mad about it? But a
happy ending xx
Word Count: 2,178
Warnings: Mentions of sex
Note: I love Cody. I need him in my life.
“We are here
live on the red carpet for The Ryan Seacrest Foundation in San Antonio, Texas,
where some of Hollywood’s biggest and favorite couples are spending their
Valentine’s Day giving back and raising money for the Children’s Hospital of
San Antonio,” Ryan Seacrest spoke into his E! microphone and looked
directly into the camera before he turned to his left to see who was next on
the red carpet. “In fact, here’s my good buddy and his girlfriend, Teen
Wolf’s Cody Christian and Y/N Y/L/N. Watch your step,” Ryan offered a hand
to Y/N as she picked up her dress a little and carefully walked up the steps with
Cody’s hand at the small of her back, guiding her up the steps.
handshakes were exchanged as they quickly said hello to one another before Ryan
jumped back into work mode. “First of all, thank you so much for spending
your Valentine’s Day with us as I’ve known you two for a while now, but I
didn’t realize you two are also celebrating your ten year anniversary today!”
Ryan put a hand to his mouth to cover his next words from the couple and looked
directly into the camera, “I hear wedding bells soon,” he sang in a
playful and jokingly kind of way as he winked at the camera.
A/N: Hey, guys, I decided to try my hand at Westallen. This is a first for me, but there was a scene I really expected to happen at the end of the latest Flash episode, and since it didn’t, I decided to write it.
(Listen dude, I am fully aware that you probably just want Nesta sin and then Mor sin and I am nearly 100% sure that you didn’t mean what I’m going to interpret this ask as. Most unfortunately I do not care. This fandom is sorely lacking in this area and you delivered this to me and so now you’re going to have to watch as I roll up my sleeves and put my grimy, sinful little gay paws all over this and transform it into femslash (yell at me again if you want them individually and I will do it but dude this opportunity was too good to pass up))
Nesta/Mor + sex:
Their first time involves a nice little role reversal for Mor. I think Mor is typically the one who is attended to shall we say in the bedroom? She allows her partner to slowly peel her out of her clothes and lay her down on the bed and worship her body with theirs. But this is the role that she ends up taking on with Nesta, for various reasons.
I think Mor has this knack for putting people at ease around her. People trust her, they feel safe with her, they feel confident with her and able to be themselves. So it takes all of about five minutes for Mor to have Nesta relaxing with her in the bedroom and less than ten before she’s a puddle of want before her. Which pleases Mor no end.
She starts of slow, very slow, while Nesta is still a little on edge. They’ve never gone this far before but she said she was ready and she is and she’s totally not even a tiny bit nervous (except she is. but Mor can tell and she’s cool with it) It’s lots of gentle kisses on her lips, getting a little harder and more intense. And then she moves to her neck and as she’s kissing she sees Nesta’s eyes flutter closed and feel her relax and she starts easing her clothes off so gently and seamlessly Nesta barely even notices until she’s practically naked before her.
Mor spends a good long time kissing Nesta all over. She’s in absolutely no rush at all. They have time. And she wants Nesta to enjoy this, every second of it. She also gently stops Nesta from putting any of the focus on her (at least for the moment) Every time Nesta tries to pull herself out her pleasure haze and think about Mor she just shakes her head and softly insists that there will be plenty of time for that later.
Then she’s coaxing her to lie back down and holding herself over her and carefully dragging her underwear down her legs all the while looking in her eyes. Gently stroking her hair back from her face and murmuring that if there’s anything she doesn’t like this stops immediately. But Nesta just nods and murmurs that she trusts her and Mor gives her one of those radiant smiles and starts slowly kissing her way down Nesta’s body until she’s between her thighs.
There is absolutely nothing Mor does that Nesta doesn’t like. Mor feels pleasure shiver through her with every single soft moan and shudder that Nesta makes for her. And Nesta does give her a little bit of guidance here and there (because she is familiar with her body and she knows what she likes dammit. And Mor is all for hearing about that…and being shown too but that’s another story) but for the most part she just lies back and surrenders herself to Mor and tries not to think about how easy that is. Because it shouldn’t be this easy. But she can’t help trusting Mor and feeling safe in her arms.
After Nesta comes (or more likely finally stops coming because Mor just keeps pushing and pushing and pushing until she can’t breathe anymore, wanting to see how many times she can make her gasp her name) Mor is more than prepared to settle herself down beside Nesta with a cheshire cat grin spread across her face and watch her pant and try to recover herself.
Nesta has other ideas. As far as Nesta is concerned Mor has far too many clothes on. And she hasn’t had nearly enough orgasms yet. Nesta plans to do something about that.
And so while Mor is expecting things to start settling Nesta is only just getting started. And Mor finds herself being very thoroughly kissed while at the same time Nesta starts fumbling with the clasps of her dress. Mor tries to insist that they don’t have to do this tonight, they can wait, it’s not a prob- but Nesta just growls that she wants this. If Mor does? Mor is a little breathless at this point and more turned on than she would have believed so damn right she wants this.
Nesta is, understandably, a little bit more uncertain about this than Mor was. But Mor is very patient and she’s a very responsive lover. So she manages to let Nesta know when she’s doing something right (or very right in the case of that thing she does with her fingers) or to guide her into doing something a little different without making Nesta feel patronised or foolish.
Nesta very quickly discovers that she loves the sound of Mor’s moans. Mor isn’t quite as loud as she herself is (a recently discovered fact) but she’s still very vocal in bed and she talks more coherently than Nesta did. Nesta gets a lot of breathless, hoarse instructions, “Good.” “Yes, like that.” “More, Nesta.” “Please.” “Again.” Which Nesta follows as and when she sees fit (Mor discovers that Nesta is a tease in bed. She likes making Mor breathless and she likes making her moan and she really likes making her come…but more than all of that, she likes making Mor beg. She’s really just too composed and carefree for her own good. It’s good for her to be a little desperate and out of control every now and then. And damn if the sight of her arching her back, her lips parted in a soundless moan, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her isn’t the hottest thing Nesta has ever seen)
By the end of the night both ladies have very thoroughly explored their partner’s bodies and they’re very happy with what they’ve discovered. Mor now knows for instance that Nesta is surprisingly ticklish. While Nesta knows that Mor has a small scar on her jaw from where she and Cass had a flying/winnowing contest and she slammed into a balcony rail. Nesta has kissed this scar very often. They fall asleep in a messy jumble of limbs and blankets, with their hair pooling together. And Mor thinks that she really rather likes the fact that the hellcat turns into a pliant little kitten if she strokes her tummy just right.
It’s midnight on January 10th 2017- in other words. It’s now officially my birthday! So have a oneshot people! This is a prompt for @thoughts-of-a-fandom-blogger hope you like it!
AU Prompt: Your RA almost caught your illegal cat but I convinced them that it was just me meowing. Pairing: Adrienette Words: 1701
For perhaps the first time in his life, Adrien was truly
grateful for his modelling days.
Granted he was a little rusty, his father had let him take a
break during his first year of university, so that he could get to grips with
his studies- but years of training his face into an unthreatening smile
certainly came in handy sometimes.
This was one of those times.
Adrien honestly hadn’t meant to get a cat. His father didn’t
even know about it. It had followed him back to his house one night, yowling
for food, and Adrien honestly thought the poor thing was lost. Feeling bad for
it, Adrien had given him some spare chicken he’d cooked that night and shooed
him away after a few ear scratches.
After a few days, the cat was back. Then a couple of nights
after that. On and on it went until the cat pretty much lived with him. It had
no collar and Adrien looked for an owner for months. But, being the softie he
is, once nobody came forward Adrien decided to keep him. As his new friend Nino
(a first-year student studying music) had predicted, he’d grown attached to the
cat- whom Adrien had called Mew.
Mew was incredibly fluffy, and a kind of smoky black which
made him look like a storm cloud with huge green eyes. Though he was perhaps
the sweetest cat known to mankind, he had a puffy face and a mouth which made
it seem like he was permanently sulking.
Mew was the best kept secret of Adrien’s floor. Being
wealthy, he was in the quieter housing- wherein he had his own en-suite, and
shared a kitchen with only four other people. He was lucky, he thought, that
nobody on their floor suffered from allergies. Mew walked around as he pleased,
visited other floors of the student digs, and became well known for cuddling
those who were stressed out with their studies. Everybody loved him, and made a
collective effort to hide him from any lurking Student Ambassadors who came to
But Adrien knew it would only be a matter of time before Mew
was caught and taken away.
Today, it seemed, that day had finally arrived.
He pulled his face into a neutral smile as the Student
Ambassador stood halfway into his room, tapping his foot impatiently. His dark
hair was pulled up into a stern ponytail which oddly enough reminded him of
Nathalie, his father’s assistant. He hadn’t smiled at Adrien once since he’d
opened the door.
“I was in the downstairs apartment last night and I heard
meowing- and it didn’t sound like it came from an electronic device.”
There it was. The accusation which was about to rip Mew from
Adrien’s arms. As it was, the cat was hiding in Adrien’s bathroom. Adrien had
grabbed the unsuspecting fluffball from his bed, where he’d been snoozing, and
whispered to him the severity of the situation. It was tantamount to how chill
Mew was that he just rolled with it, and fell asleep on top of the closed
“Meowing?” Adrien barely controlled the guilt-ridden squeak
in his voice. The Ambassador raised his eyebrow.
“You don’t have a pet here do you?” He asked. His tone
suggested he’d already made up his mind about the fact.
Adrien still found it in him to shake his head. Fighting
every instinct within him, he kept his eyes straight, refusing to look at the
closed bathroom door.
“Then you don’t mind me looking around do-”
Adrien’s heart stopped, the Ambassador’s eyes widened. They
A girl Adrien had seen hanging out with Nino a few times,
but had never been properly introduced to himself, was marching down his
hallway meowing and singing at the top of her lungs.
“Memory, all alone in
the moonlight, I can smile at the old days, when…”
The girl stopped as soon as she got to Adrien’s door, her bluebell
eyes widening in shock and horror to see the Ambassador and Adrien gawking at
Wow! Has it been thirty sim-days since little Conor was born? Time really does fly lol! As I zoomed in, Morgana started teaching him to talk but she could’ve picked a better spot - sorry the pictures are so dark. Don’t worry, I’ll change the colour of his dummy (pacifier) later and maybe his clothes as well. Not sure if I like them or not yet. :-)
I was slightly amused by the topic Morgana chose to teach him though…
“Now Conor, you’ll need to learn to fight for what you want in this world, especially as you’ve been born into the Landgraab family.”
i have this kinda stupid headcanon that dark percy would kill one of his friends for something greater like power or getting rid of this dark side he's got and then when realizing what he did try to poison himself to death
i’m so into this actually percy killing a friend either to achieve something or simply by losing control and letting his anger get out of hand is one of my fave things to think about.
like there were three things i really wanted from percy in boo: percy hurting his friends with all this new power he’s discovering he has, percy bloodbending, and percy’s loyalty actually becoming a flaw and hurting more than helping