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Safe at Last (Part 5):

YAY! So Part 5 is here! I had sooo much fun writing this little bit and I have to admit that I had considered making this post ALOT shorter and making you wait for a Part 6 but god-damn I just LOVED this scene so I just thought it would be way nicer to just have them together and have it flow nicely! 

With that said I LOVED the witty banter between Rhys and Feyre and…idk this had to be my FAVORITE part of the entire fanfic and it was the MAIN idea for me making it. The entire story was literally just to get me HERE and I am very pleased with the destination!

So as usual, I will tag all the people who have voiced their support at the bottom of the page. Thank you lovelies for all your support!!! 😘😘😘😘

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Lost In You

A/N: this is the first work of my own that I’ve ever posted on here. It’s quite short and not very good in my own opinion, but I hope you think differently. I’m tagging some people that inspired me to post. First, @literallylin because steph is a beautiful writer and our friendship is just starting to become very awesome. Also tagging @linslovelylocks and @strongenoughfoundation because they’re bot h beautiful writers and they wanted me to tag then if I ever posted something. So here you go, enjoy reading and please please please inbox/message me with feedback!! 

-Emmie


He doesn’t know when or even how it happened. But the one thing he did know was that he fell in love with her. She was his muse, the one thing that kept him going when he felt like stopping. Even if she didn’t know it.

Lin was always working. It was no surprise, he has a way with words that no one else can even fathom. Sometimes he would come out of his office for days, sitting hunched over in the same chair for hours typing and writing, typing and writing. (Y/N) knew this. Which is why she came over to make sure he made an effort to eat and take a break once and awhile.

Unlocking the door with bags in hand, (Y/N) stumbled into his apartment. She heard little footsteps running towards her and look down to see a small dog wagging its tail and smiling up at her. “Oh Tobi,” She sighed. “What are we going to do with him?” She finished, glancing around the apartment. It was messy, she wouldn’t lie. Lin was a messy person even if he didn’t seem like it. (Y/N) began to walk down the hallway, dog in tow and a bag of takeout in her hands. “Knock knock, I’m coming in whether you like it or not.” She exclaimed in a sing-song tone. She couldn’t see it, but Lin smiled. He loved the sound of her voice.

“I knew you’d show up sooner or later.” He answered, turning around in his chair. “Well, I have to make sure you keep yourself alive, don’t I?” (Y/N) giggled. She looked as beautiful as she always did, her sweater falling off her shoulders and her ripped jeans hugging her legs in just the right way. Two long french braids fell just past her shoulders. Her tan flats scraped gently across the floor. She didn’t like to wear heels. “They make me feel like a skyscraper Lin, I’m too damn tall for them.” She always says. Lin didn’t realize he was staring until she finally said something.

“Earth to Lin. Hello?” She called to him, waving her hands in front of his face. “I’m sorry what, I keep getting lost in you.” Did I just say that out loud? Shit. He thought to himself.

“What?” (Y/N) replied, blushing, “Nothing. Just forget I said anything.” Lin said, rushing out of the room into the kitchen. “Wait! Don’t lie to me Lin, what did you mean when you said that?” she said, following him.

She wasn’t sure of what she heard when he said it. It gave her a sense of false hope when he said it. Sometimes she wanted to scream out how much she loved him, but was afraid he didn’t feel the way she did. This was one of those times where she thought it to be true that maybe, just maybe, he loved her back.

“Can we please just forget that I said anything, (Y/N), please?” LIn said, turning around to look at her. He began to walk away when she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her. Looking up at him, she said softly, “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking. You look at me like I’m the only other person on this earth. Don’t you realize that I look at you the same way too?” Lin was processing what she just said to him, his heart beating a mile a minute. He glanced at their hands intertwined at the side. Neither of them let go. Finally he gained the courage to say something back.

Looking into her eyes, he confessed to her. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death. No, scratch that, I know I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you ever since the day I met you.” She didn’t say anything back. She wrapped her free hand around his neck and pulled his face down to her height and kissed him. It was exactly the way they both pictured it would be like. The kissed lasted for what seemed like an eternity, until they finally broke apart.

Their heads were pressed against each other, just looking into each other’s eyes. (Y/N) was the first one to speak. “I’m yours.” That was all she needed to say for Lin to know that she loved him too.

Distractions

Originally posted by dean-ambroselover

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^

Warnings: Swearing

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Request from an anon: “Okay so reader is new in the main roster & on her first day she trip on Dean who just snap at her with his cocky attitude. After that Shield always appear on her matches and they got closer and closer to the ring in every match she have until they eventually get to ring side. She’s tired of their bullshit so while they are in a match she interrupt and sit on commentary, they ask her about what’s going on with Shield and she reply that Dean is crazy for her and doesn’t know how to express it (½) (2/2) Dean hear what she says and on her next match the Shield finally get to the ring and he just possessively kiss her and tell her that she was right????????” This starts about two months before Extreme Rules when they won all their titles, which was when they were feuding with Randy Orton and Team Hell No (because I like thinking about protective Randy also I was watching this match when I started writing this. Also The Shield were heels at the time.) I feel like this is really crappy! I’m so sorry if it is!!!


It felt like everything was happening too fast. One moment you were in New Japan, you won the Women’s title, next you’re in NXT, then you get the call. You made it, you were going to the main roster. Walking through the arena was like swimming through a vast sea of the unknown. You knew some superstars, but more in passing than anything else. It felt really lonely up here. You were walking around, this arena was massive in comparison to any of the ones you had ever been in. Constantly you were seeing new things, amazed by all the technology that was needed to keep this all going. Not looking where you where going, you slammed into someone. Immediately your hands shot out to steady them, a blush running up your cheeks. Just my luck to run into someone on my first damn day! “Oh my god I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry about that I wasn’t looking I-” the person you had run into looked at you and you lost your train of thought. His blue eyes pierced right through you. The light strawberry blonde stubble on his chin and his hair shown in the faint light. Even through his t-shirt you could see the lines of his toned stomach and his arms strained against the sleeves.His lips split in a smile, little dimples appearing in his cheeks.

“I can tell you weren’t looking baby girl,” the way his voice twisted around the word ‘baby girl’ made you feel weak, “but you should start. Don’t know what you could run into. Trust me, I’m pretty damn nice.” He looked down at your hands, still holding his sides, and looked back up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Don’t wanna let go, huh?” You wanted to go crawl into a hole and die, what the hell is wrong with me!? Pulling away your hands, you ran them through your hair and broke eye contact with him, instead looking down at the ground. “So you’re the new girl?” You nodded, glancing quickly up at him. He was still smiling. “Dean Ambrose,” he held out his hand. You were too shocked by the whole situation to say that you knew who he was, and that you had had a crush on him since he was still called Jon Moxley. It took you a second to realize what he was doing and you quickly took his hand and shook it.

“Y/n,” you said, your voice a little shaky. He pulled his hand away and gave your arm a little pat and walked away. Your hand was still out stretched and it was a few seconds before you pulled it back down to your side. Well, that was terrible.

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It’s not just physical.

It’s a weight
A thousand planets resting on my shoulders
(I’m just not fucking strong enough, okay?)
And it’s not just
The pressure on my chest
Or the ache between my ribs
Or the way my back hunches forward
Like I have something to hide
(and so what if I do?)

It’s the way I haven’t felt free
Since the day I turned twelve
The way the circles beneath my eyes
Are only getting darker
Because the screaming in my head won’t let me sleep.
—  poem fragment #1
Senior Initiate Kenobi

Hello There! I just wanted to thank everyone for their overwhelming response to my first little bit fun with Ahsoka and Tiny BB! Obi-Wan. (That is totally his name now and no one will convince me otherwise.) I am so, so humbled by all of the lovely comments and tags and reblogs you’ve given me and I cannot thank you all enough!

And now, we return to our previously scheduled Adventures of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan!

And if you have no idea what I’m talking about Part One is right here! And you can find Part Three here!


Was Ahsoka losing her mind?

“I’m sorry. What did you say your name was?” she sputtered in shock.

If it was possible, the boy in front of her looked even more crestfallen than before, his blue eyes darting off to the side as he hunched his shoulders defensively and bowed his head. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Yes. Ahsoka decided she was losing her mind.

Or maybe this a dream? Or a Force vision? Yes! Let’s go with Force vision. But what is the Force trying to tell me?

And why did this tiny version of Master Obi-Wan look so terribly depressed?

“It’s nice to meet you, Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka finally said, returning his bow with one of her own. “Where were you headed in such a rush?”

Obi-Wan seemed startled at her kind words and looked up at her, his wide blue-grey eyes doing that squinting thing Master Obi-Wan’s did whenever Anakin was trying to pull a fast one over him. It was almost comical coming from a child half her age.

Comical and heartbreakingly familiar.

“I was on my way to saber practice with Master Drallig,” Obi-Wan sighed, apparently deciding that Ahsoka was to be trusted. “I’m afraid I shall be late now. Master Drallig will be most displeased with me.”

Saber practice? With Master Drallig? Then that meant…

This is the Temple. I’m in the Temple. On Coruscant. This is a vision of the past. Of Obi-Wan’s past.

But why was the Force showing her this?

“Why don’t I go with you and explain it to him?” Ahsoka offered, a smile on her face. “If it hadn’t been for me, I’m sure you would have been right on time, right?”

Obi-Wan bit his lip and looked off to the side, his hands clasped behind his back as he rocked on his heels. “Ah… well, to be perfectly honest, Master Ahsoka, I am already tardy for my instructions.”

“How late are you?” Ahsoka asked, incapable of believing that Obi-Wan Kenobi could be late to anything, let alone to a class on lightsaber instruction. Anakin, yes, but Obi-Wan? Never!

Obi-Wan frowned. “Class started fifteen minutes ago.”

“Fifteen minutes ago?” Ahsoka echoed, shocked. That did not sound like the Master Obi-Wan she knew. “Why are you already so late?”

And why do you still look so sad?

Pursing his lips, Obi-Wan managed to get out a pained but polite answer. “I was talking with Master Sinube and he can be a bit… loquacious. It would have been terribly rude of me to interrupt him! He is a very wise master and I… eh-hem. And now I am even more late, Master Ahsoka.”

Then Initiate Obi-Wan did the same thing that Master Obi-Wan did when it was clear he was done explaining himself: he pulled his hands from behind his back, set his chin, and nodded solemnly. When she had been younger it had been intimidating at first, then amusing and now, to see the origins of that little head nod on such a small boy, it was positively endearing.

“Well then at least let me go with you to explain my part in this whole mess,” Ahsoka smiled, a soft and affectionate laugh following her statement. “Where is the class being held?”

“In the Northern Solar Room,” Obi-Wan explained, marching forward and his head held high. “And thank you, Master Ahsoka, but you need not impugn your honor on my account. I, alone, am responsible for my actions. I chose to offend Master Drallig’s sense of punctuality and I should pay the price for it.”

Ahsoka shook her head, a feeling of warmth and affection for this tiny version of her master’s master suffusing the Force. “I think my honor can take the hit, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan looked back at her, one eyebrow arched in skepticism. He gave her a long look with those clear blue-grey eyes before he came a conclusion and shook his head. “As you wish, Master Ahsoka.”

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On Ladybug’s Brashness in Volpina

…and why I cringed instead of screeching like a shipper.

I watched the episode a little later than a lot of people, so someone might have pointed this out before. If so, hit me up with a link, because I don’t have the energy to sift through the Volpina tag.

[SPOILER ALERT: I make references to climaxes of nearly all episodes of Season 1. You have been warned.]


So, remember that scene in Volpina when Ladybug screamed “NO!” and hunched over in despair and resignation, and all the shippers were like, “Yaaaaaaaaaas”?

This scene here:

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Merry Christmas ! 

Thank you all so much for supporting me in my time here, I really wouldn’t be here without all of you. You all mean so much to me and I wish I could express that more than in a bunch of words. There’s so many of you here, and I wish I could go to you one by one, but because I can’t I’ve made way with a big long bias list like this. I hope we continue to be close for many days to come ! So, to celebrate a happy holiday, and a landmark of 333 followers, onto the read more!

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“Guilty, Your Honor” (4/7) | Once Upon a Time

Title: Guilty, Your Honor - (4/7)
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Rating: M
Genre: Romance
Words: 9,281/28,152
Completed: 09/27/2016
Summary: Modern!AU Captain Swan. “It was a one-time thing,” is definitely one of the last things you want to say to your new boss on your first day at work. For lawyer Emma Swan, this case is open-and-shut. The verdict? Completely hopeless.

Written for the @captainswanbigbang; thank you to @icecubelotr44 for looking this over and to @captainswanandclintasha for the gorgeous art (and let me know if these tags start to get annoying, lol)!

On AO3 here | On FF.net here | On Tumblr under “Read More”


Guilty, Your Honor

Chapter 4

Emma has visited the downtown courthouse enough times that the path from the food carts back through the lobby and winding hallways to the courtrooms is a familiar one.

What is not familiar is the sight that greets her upon her return: Killian Jones, shoulders hunched, elbows on his knees, jostling his leg with a speed that suggests he may be getting ready to launch from a runway.

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[fic] DA:I - Writer’s Block

Dorian scowled and began typing faster. He spared a desperate moment to direct his scowl towards the corner. Outlets over there, of course, out of reach and surrounded by laughing college students. The laptop screen dimmed and Dorian hunched protectively over the keyboard.

The spoiled young prince was well on his way to pursuing his dream of reforming his country. A great evil pervaded and the motley crew responsible for thwarting it were in dire need of the prince’s help. Set up and execution were there, character arcs, thematic resonance and everything else. What more did he lack?

“Looks like you’re having a bit of a problem here.”

Dorian hunched a bit tighter, hands frozen and hovering. “Yes…” he said slowly. He didn’t bother looking up.

Some sort of counterbalance was needed, but where?

The barista (‘Iron Bull’ was scrawled on his name tag and Dorian couldn’t decide if that was charming or childish) leaned a bit closer anyway, broad shoulders blocking sight of the college students and his rumbling voice drowning out their chatter. “You saving that every now and then?”

“Yes,” Dorian said, dragging the syllable out between his teeth.

He tried to throw himself back into his work, practically vibrating with the need to defend his space and his time. The prince needed–

“Might want to move to another table if you’re going to keep working on that.” Bull pulled the other chair from beneath the small table, spinning it around and crossing his arms over the backrest.

Dorian looked up, eyes sharp, mustache twitching slightly. Too many days without sleep, too many days too tired to sleep, and the words still crowded at his thoughts, magic at his fingertips if he could just concentrate and marshal them and–

Bull tapped Dorian’s forehead with a single thick finger. “Hey.”

“What?!”

“Here,” Bull said and pushed a cup towards Dorian.

Thick chocolate ribbons glistened through the plastic cup and dripped over a small mountain of whipped cream clinging to the top. Dark swirls of mocha blended with the iced coffee and sent pearls of water clinging to the outside of the cup. A phone number was scrawled on the coaster with looping whirls and narrow slashes.

Dorian looked up but Bull had already pushed away from the table. Between the horns and the shoulders (curving with muscles Dorian absolutely wasn’t looking at, thank you), Bull had no problem clearing a wide berth around himself. He spoke to the college students and the chatter of their laughter set Dorian’s teeth on edge until he heard the shuffle of their seats.

They walked past and out, not a sour look on any of them.

Bull’s heavy hand dropped on Dorian’s shoulder. He jerked his head towards the corner. “All yours, Big Guy.”

Dorian snatched the coffee and his laptop and walked past the barista with only a muttered thanks, words sticking in his throat. He didn’t need charity or pity or whatever the numbers written on the coaster meant. He jabbed the cord into the outlet and opened his laptop and tried not to pay attention to Bull walking back behind the counter. The words crowded at his fingertips and his hands twitched on the keyboard trying to shape them.

Something to balance the prince. Some warmth and humor and strong will and broad shoulders and–

His shoulders prickled and he looked behind him.

Bull polished another glass and offered a one-eyed wink.

A sharp flush crept up Dorian’s cheeks and he jerked his gaze back down to his laptop.

Perhaps…

The prince needed a companion.

Dorian slipped the phone number into his pocket.