that is how deep i have fallen

*crawls back out from under a rock after 500 years*

did someone say semi-realistic shiro

This is rare: I actually like this one. A lot. I had to use references because how the fuck do half-Japanese dudes look (yeah, I headcanon him as half-Japanese, not 100% Asian) but… I actually like it. Maybe the world’s gonna end tomorrow.

Also I may or may not have accidentally slipped into Voltron hell. Deep. Very, very deep.

I may have fallen deep enough to actually make a Voltron art side blog. Find my Voltron stuff at

anonymous asked:

Heeeeeey i know you already have a fantasy rec, but could you do another? I need moreeee

Hey! I’m going to take the liberty and use this to recommend some of my favourite royalty AU’s, as it falls under the fantasy category 😊 (I’ll put some magic in there, don’t worry! ✨)

If you want to check out some of my other fantasy AU fic rec lists, check out my fic rec master list! There’s a whole section of fantasy fics there! 

Originally posted by mon-doodles

Royalty AU

of dusk and dawn and a love beyond by exile_wrath, Gen, 5.5k
The King of Day, Victor, drops flowers to the Ruler of Night, Yuuri, to express his love for him; yet, they are always returned, as Yuuri thinks that they’re dropped by mistake. Quick, very sweet day and night AU that is just.. everything! Must read!

Stargazer by Fahye, Teen, 22k
“No, see, we’ve all been trained a certain way. The training system is traditional; it’s centuries old. Nobody taught you. You ballist like it’s got nothing to do with war at all.” A sleepy, extraordinary smile crawls over Victor’s face. “Nobody else does it like that. That’s why we’re going to win.” This is so, so, amazing and has beautiful illustrations in it!

Kingdoms of the Sun and Moon by OathKeeper, Explicit, 17k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri, heir to the throne, is in an arranged marriage with Princess Mila. The only problem is that Yuuri’s attracted to men, and Mila’s attracted to women. Oh, and her brother, Prince Victor, is really attractive. I’m obsessed!

Dancing in the Snow by Tiger_Millionare, Mature, 14k (WIP)
That one moment with the prince, Victor, was the only thing Yuuri had to define his whole world on. Amazing wip of a royalty AU! Merchant!Yuuri falls for Prince!Victor… or is it the other way around? I love this fic so much!

Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 30k (WIP)
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. PHICHIT IS A FAIRY GODMOTHER THIS FIC IS AMAZING

born to make history by norgbelulah, Teen, 11k
Victor Nikiforov, Heir Tsesarevich and Grand Duke of Russia, needs a husband and only a Japanese Prince will do. So cute!

Blue Roses by Fauks, Gen, 40k
A royalty, A/B/O Soulmate AU collection of oneshots of Victor and Yuuri growing up together! Cute!

Even Princes Can Relate by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 6.8k
Phichit got an invitation to Victor Nikiforov’s birthday celebration, and he was taking Yuuri as his plus one. The prince of Petersburg was probably the most amazing person in Yuuri’s opinion. Not once did he think that they could get along so well though. Sooooooooo good!

Spring and Winter by MidnightCrow, Teen, 8.4k (WIP)
Viktor is the beloved second prince of the spring kingdom, Yuuri is the shy prince of the winter kingdom, in order to prevent war between their two kingdoms Viktor is sent to the court of his enemy as a peace offering, a husband for their own prince. Can flowers even bloom in frozen ground? Love this!

When the Sun Met the Moon by Birdieee, Not Rated, 5.4k
The rulers of the two kingdoms are as distant as the stars themselves, yet the invisible thread of fate binds them together. What happens when the sun and the moon fall in love? Lovely Day and Night AU!

all this, and love too by skeletalparade (boythighs), Gen, 3.8k
“I am wondering,” Viktor whispers into the charged air between them, and when did they get so close? Has Viktor’s nose always been a hair’s breadth away from Yuuri’s? “If it would be entirely improper of me to request a kiss.” LOVE THIS!!!!!

moonrise by fan_nerd, Mature, 4.3k
Prince Katsuki and Crown Prince Nikiforov have been dancing around each other for many seasons. After several moonlit meetings, they finally decide to formalize a union. Thumbs up!

A King Only Bows Down to His Queen by pilongski, Teen, 1.5k
After all, Yuuri realized how much it was a big scandal in the North Kingdom. Many princesses had tried to court the King, but to no avail. Everyone knew the reason. King Nikiforov had fallen deep to the foreigner’s bewitchment. Yuuri is sassy in this and I love it!

Warmth of Love by IceSensei, Not Rated, 14k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri Katsuri wished not the solitude of his cold exterior upon anyone, therefore he submerged himself in a life of solitude that he suffered alone. He wished not his pain on anyone and blamed no one for how he was. He figured that if he didn’t touch anyone, he couldn’t harm anyone. Can you hear my heart break???? This is so good!

A Warrior’s Heart by ElaineGaron, Mature, 17k (WIP)
Victor is a kingdom’s only prince and treasure, tired of his duties. Yuuri is a young man from the city, wanting nothing more than to join the Royal Guard. What will happen when their paths cross? Thumbs up!

On Matters of the Heart by infinite_imagination, Teen, 7k (WIP)
In a world where magic is rare and soulmarks even rarer, Yuuri, the youngest prince of Hasetsu, has somehow managed to be born with both. His name means strength and courage, but he doubts he is enough to become worthy of his soulmate, or if he even wants them. Amazing soulmate/royalty AU!

There’s a Rumor in Saint Petersburg by MagicalGirl15, Teen, 5.8k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov, the prince of Saint Petersburg, now twenty-eight years of age, needs to find a suitor appropriate enough to please his father, the king, and continue the blue blooded Nikiforov line. What happens when he meets an attractive peasant in town and sees him in secret? Rec’d by a follower!

Just Right


Requested. No. I just really wanted to do something fluffy about Shawn admitting his feelings for you. Kinda sucks but who cares 

Word count: 2,016

She was so insanely beautiful. The kind of beautiful people write songs about, the kind of beautiful I want to write songs about.

Even when sleeping deeply with her messy hair in a bun. Even with her mascara smashed out under eyes. Even when she laid here in my lap and those cute, little snoring noises slipped out of her unflawed rosy lips.

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  • I just survived a mob hit and swam a mile down a river just to escape them so no, I’m not in the goddamn mood to play nice-–give me your fucking car or I’ll blow your head off ok?
  • you shoved a giant bag of cash and drugs in my arms while running from some people and tracked me down later to take it back but oho boyy fuck that I’m not givin this back. serves u right to thinking I’d be too innocent to do anything with it
  • I stole ur car to outrun these assholes but we got t-boned and now both of us are staring down 7 gun barrels-–don’t worry babe ok I totally have this handled
  • all I’m trying to do is capture this fucking guy but you just busted in here like such an ass to try and kill the mofo and I swear to god I will shove my foot so hard up your ass if you kill him—
  • I apparently pissed of the ‘fate committee’ by not dying when I was supposed to so now I’m stuck in some fucken final destination shit by avoiding all these attempts to off me–🖕🏽 fucku you’ll never get me
  • I have searched for years, gone through seven disguises, and am LAYERS deep in lies, ALL to get to the bottom of this mystery and claim my reward and here you come fucking EVERYTHING UP-–either you leave and wipe that goddamn grin off your face or I blow your brains out, go ahead and choose. 
    • *freezes when they say youll have to kill them to get rid of them*
    • *sees them smiling at it* aight fuck yuo
  • *record scratch* yes, some might wonder how I got in this situation: me, here, with a broken nose, few fallen teeth, my entire apartment complex on fire, lipstick all over my neck and ten cocked guns pointed straight at my head, but let me tell you– it’s actually a funny story.
  • yes I am gonna be fucking bitter about being stranded in space with an alien army chasing after us, I signed up for space rocks and neil degrasse tyson not the spacetime fucking oddessy

How can she seem to have fallen from heaven
when I’m the one that has fallen,
the one that’s all in,
while her mind is a weapon

And God, I am already in too deep
because she is just too beautiful
and everything I seek
while I’m a fool

And while she is kissing all those boys
that appear to her as pretty toys
my heart tattoos cries of desperation against my ribs

How should I ever enjoy life’s sweet kiss
when she is everything I miss
and most of all her gorgeous lips?

—  // an actual sonnet
Mind on a Mission

A/N: Part 2 of the series Rotation.

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain // Wings of Butterflies

A loud, obnoxious humming noise stirred you. Your eyes were tired and it took a lot of effort to pry them open between sleep and dried makeup gluing them together. An empty bottle, jewelry, and hairpins fell to the floor as you searched the bedside table for your phone. The buzzing stopped for a few seconds, meaning your caller had given up, and so did your hunt. But the table vibrated again shortly after.

“Hello?” you croaked into the receiver, rubbing your eyes in effort to remove the sleep.

“Don’t you sound lovely,” Harry laughed. “Guess I don’t have to ask how yeh feeling.”

“God, what time is it?” you moaned. Light was filtering through your blinds, so it was clearly morning and you’d still have time to get things done, but it felt like you had only just fallen asleep.

“Almost one.”

“One?” you sputter, sitting straight up in bed. So much for being productive. Blood rushed to your head causing it to swim and you noticed the piercing headache pulsing through your entire skull and the dry, cottony feel to your tongue and mouth.

“Yeah.” He laughed again. It’s a lovely sound; deep and a bit throaty, and, dare you think it, quite sexy. “Listen, did Tommy take care of yeh at all last night? Yeh sound like you’ve been through Hell, Bubbles.”

“Hardly,” you scoffed, gently sitting back in bed. “He left not even an hour later. Said I was a real downer with all my crying.”

“Ah, he never has dealt with emotions very well.” Harry toyed with his bottom lip, really thinking hard about what to say next. If he closed his eyes and ran his finger over his lips just so he could almost feel you on them again.

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When I was younger I scoffed and laughed at lovestruck fools
I knew that the heart could not feel or think, the brain rules
Simply hormones, chemicals controlling their puny brains
Willpower and self-control is all you need to curb lovestruck pangs
When I was younger I looked at love ballads and sighed
To put word as emotions of love that’s ‘deep inside’
What a joke love is nothing love is worthless
People on pedestals so they can worship
But now I’m breathless with a single thought
and at first I was confused and distraught
How could I have fallen prey to these temptations
Chemicals in my bloodstream, I just need patience
It will pass this fleeting feeling
and wayward thoughts leaving me reeling
And yet, it didn’t and her face haunts my dreams
I have found, the one thing I didn’t want so it seems
I guess I am just another love struck fool
and my brain enslaved a simple tool
To love, which seems so much more
This feeling, this yearning is in my core
This is my love ballad, so people can sigh
scoff and laugh, a bid me goodbye
to rational thought, that I had sought
for so long only for love to have me caught
So, to those who scoff and laugh at love stricken fools
Beware because you too might be one of love’s tools
—  azraelblogs

If Romeo and Juliet had taken it slow nothing at all would have changed. Juliet is aware that they are being too hasty (“Although I enjoy in thee, / I have no joy of this contract tonight. / It is too rash, to unadvised, too sudden. / Too like the lightning which doth cease to be / Ere one can say “it lightens!”) And yet she pops the question only a few lines later, and thank god she did.

If she had actually left Romeo “unsatisfied” in the balcony scene—if she had decided that they should wait before considering marriage, it wouldn’t have changed the fact that Tybalt would have looked for Romeo the next day. Romeo would have been banished anyway, because the tragedy isn’t caused by Romeo and Juliet’s precipitate love: it is caused by the violence, the hatred, and the prejudice of the feud.

A slower development of their relationship wouldn’t have saved Romeo from banishment. And a slower development of their relationship wouldn’t have changed the fact that Capulet sold Juliet to Paris. She would have had to marry him anyway. The only difference would have been that if she weren’t married to Romeo, but still in love with him, I doubt that Friar Laurence would have agreed to help her escape. Why bother breaking the rules, hurting Juliet’s parents by faking her death, just because Juliet didn’t feel like doing her duty? She would have had only two options left: either unwanted marriage or death. Looking at her words right after meeting Romeo, she seems determined to choose a husband on her own, or otherwise she will have none of it. (“If he be married, my grave is like to be my wedding bed.”)

And if they just hadn’t fallen in love at all, I believe it would have been the same: Romeo would have been banished and, without Juliet’s help, I doubt he would have survived long. He’s just not good at coping with pain and oppression—he needs affection. He needs people to take care of him. I think he would have ended up killing himself anyway, because he is terrified by the concept of isolation. (Or perhaps if he had never even attended Capulet’s party, he wouldn’t have had to fight Tybalt the day after. Perhaps he could have survived for a while—but how long? Look at Benvolio. He ended up unwillingly fighting Tybalt in the first scene. How long would it have taken for Romeo to take part in a fight? I think the point of the play is that they just can’t elude the feud, no matter how hard they try: it drags everyone down sooner or later.)

And if they hadn’t fallen in love at all, Juliet would have never become the powerful, intelligent, lively girl we know. She would have been this docile daughter who allows her parents to command her life: “I’ll look to like, if looking liking move, / But no more deep will I endart mine eye / Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.” Now compare those lines with the way she speaks in the balcony scene. (“Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud, / Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies / And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine / With repetition of ‘my Romeo!’”, “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, / My love as deep; the more I give to thee / The more I have, for both are infinite.”) She feels limitless. She feels free. But looking at Paris’ attitude in the friar’s cell, I think she would have been very miserable had she ended up marrying him. He just couldn’t care less about her feelings and opinions.

Yes, Romeo and Juliet behaved hastily, and I’m glad they did, because at least they could be happy and free for just a few days before the despotism of their society devoured them.

hiiruneii  asked:

oooooo i rly love your blog! i thought requests are closed but thank god its open ;; can i request mccree, genji, and prefall! gabe's s/o feel that they're not good enough of them and successfully ran from their room at night and trying to runaway from overwatch but they found them? sorry if its too specific ;;;;

((A/N - The more specific the more I can write, honestly!))


The night was cold, a bitter wind breezing through your locks. The moonlight made shadows dance around you. You took one look back at the base, regretting having ever gotten involved with Overwatch in the first place. It was all too good to be true; them accepting you, you being promoted to work in Blackwatch and from there finding the love of your life. It was too perfect and you knew something was going to happen to ruin it. It was best you get out early before you had your heart broken.

You pulled the strap of your bag filled with your belongings over your shoulder, boots sludging through the long grass and looking towards the bright lights of the city. That was where you would stay for the night and carry on travelling tomorrow morning.


You ducked your head down, eyes instantly watering at being caught and having to face him.

“What.. What’re y'doin’, sweetheart?”


You only took one step forward before a cold hand gripped around your wrist, your other quickly being brought up to hurridly wipe away a fallen tear.

“Darlin’. Talk t'me. Please.”

You only looked at him because of how broken and cracked his voice sounded. You owed him this much. His brows furrowed in concern and lips were downturned. He was dressed in his PJs still, meaning he must have followed you as soon as you left. You shivered from the wind. He broke. Warmth surrounded you as Jesse encased you with his arms, his body shuddering.

“Come back. Don’t go. I don’t know what I’d do without ya’.” His deep voice muffled by burying his face in your hair.

You surrendered to his embrace, becoming limp in his arms. How could you be so foolish? How could you do this to the one you love? Your gaze was emotionledd as you internally beat yourself up. Again, you didn’t feel you deserved someone who loved you as much as Jesse McCree.

“Well get through this, (Y/N). I promise.”


You looked over at your boyfriend, sleeping soundly on his side of the bed, his red lights making the room glow ominously. His chest rose and sank rhythmically.

You’d been setting this for a while. The first time Genji had asked you why you were leaving the comfy confines of your bed, you said you were going for a walk as you couldn’t sleep. That was your excuse for everytime he caught you after that, but in reality you were prepping. Bag filled with essentials, warm clothes hidden outside in your safe space. You were ready. You took one last glance at your perfect boyfriend, eyes blurring with tears. You didn’t deserve him. You didn’t deserve any of this.

Practice made perfect, stepping in places where the floor wouldn’t creak and opening the door just enough to slip out. Once outside of the base, the cool air hit your face. You located your belongings and began the trek out of town.

What you never knew was that Genji was watching your every step, and had been everytime you went out for a ‘walk’.
Before you could even leave the grounds, Genji was at your side but a step behind, his footsteps silent. His voice made you jump.

“Where are you going, (Y/N)?”

You hugged your bag close to your body, keeping your eyes downcast.

“I can’t stay, Genji. I don’t deserve this, Overwatch’s protection.. you.”

Your bottom lip was trembling, brows furrowed.

“You are family. Of course we here for you. I am here for you.”

Genji reached towards your hand slowly, as though comforting a frightened animal. He grasped his hand firmly around yours, pulling you in close to shield you from the cold.

“We will work on this, (Y/N). You have a bright future ahead. Do not think for one second I will not be with you every step of the way.”

Droplets began falling from the dark sky, pattering against your clothes.


He was devastated. He was only away for two days and you were gone. Your belongings still sat in your shared room, a note that you had written and sealed left on the coffee table. In it you had said you felt guilty and unworthy. Using Overwatch’s resources to protect you just felt wrong. You had gone into hiding by yourself.

Gabriel was protecting you against Talon. After they took Amélie… He shook his head, not able to think about what they could do. He couldn’t sit on the bed staring at the blank wall all day. He had to find you. He loves you and couldn’t let you get hurt.


You had somehow ended up in Dorado, appreciating the current festival from the shadows. You carried only money and your passport. Anything else could be easily bought and just dragged you down. Your heart sank when you saw families laughing or couples holding hands. You bit your lip, a bitter taste in your mouth. Turning around, you apologised to the person you had just bumped into, making to side step around them. A hand caught your upper arm, immobilising you. Your head shot up, meeting those familiar chocolate pools which looked.. tired. You sighed, not realising how tense you were.

“Why?” Gabriel croaked.

Music littered the background, colourful lights creating shadows on your face. You gulped. Why.

“You do too much for me. I’m a civillian. Not an agent. Overwatch should be prioriti-”
Overwatch can shove it up their asses, (Y/N). You felt guilty? For us protecting you? Talon are out there hunting us. I need you to be safe.”

You leant back, fear rippling through your chest at how angry he was. He saw it reflect on your face and let go of your arm.

“Please. Come back. We miss you. I miss you.”

You looked down at your trembling hands and nodded. Gabriel was on you in an instant.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too.”

Shake it out

Hey guys! I wanted to do a really quick fanfic where Jughead finally gets to witness Betty darkness first hand!

“Leave me alone!”

Everything was so loud, she could hear them, all of them, the voices in her head, they were screaming and she couldn’t make them stop.

Slamming her open hands into the sides of her head, Betty screamed into the dark metal locker.

“Please! Just stop!”

“You’re not good enough Betty Cooper. Try Harder Betty Cooper. You’re alone Betty Cooper. You’re pathetic.” The voices repeated over and over, they sounded like her mother, like Cheryl Blossom, like Chuck Clayton.

“I know! I know!” She answered, her fingers digging deeply into her palms as she tried to steady her breathing, deep red scarlet drops were now dripping onto the tile floor of the gym locker room.

She had kept it all in, pushed safely to the back of her mind, she was good at quieting the voices, she was Betty Cooper she could handle this, she had too handle this. Lately however it was all too much, her boyfriend had left her, his free time now going to the Serpents, her sisters babies were due any day now and her parents were pretending that nothing had gone down, the secrets all still lingered on the surface waiting to break free, to top it all of she had a brother out there and she wanted to find him, she needed someone now more than ever. She had no one, with Veronica and Archie focused on her father and Kevin mourning the loss of his relationship, she was alone. Desperately alone.

“Alone forever Betty Cooper.” The voices mocked.

“No..NO!” She cried out, tears leaking from her eyes as she pushed her knuckles into her temples.


She whipped around at the voice, her eyes going wide when she saw who was standing in the doorway of the locker room.

Jughead was watching her, his eyes concerned the Serpent logo on his leather jacket was snug around his back as he moved to step forward.

“NO!” Betty screamed, moving back so quickly her knees buckled against the bench and she stumbled backwards into the row of lockers
“Stay away from me! I don’t know what I’ll do to you, just go.” Her breathing quickened and she held up a bloody palm attempting to stop him from moving closer.

His eyes widened but he continued walking towards her,
“Betty.. it’s okay.”

“No! Please!” She whimpered “I’m not me, I’m.. please just stop the screaming.” Her words came out in pathetic puffs as she tried to get air into her lungs.

“No ones screaming Bets, it’s just me and you. Just us.” He reached for her but she flinched, her whole body curling into herself

“I don’t want you to see me like this.” She sobbed, her meadow green eyes finally coming up to meet his. That was all it took, he wrapped his arms around her, dropping to the floor and holding her against his body.

“I’m so sorry bets, I haven’t been here. I’m so sorry.” He mumbled into her hair, pressing kisses to the silky honey blonde curls as she sobbed openly.

“I’m alone. I’m all alone.” She cried into his jacket.

He shook his head, squeezing her tighter into his body, his hands gripping her waist almost painfully
“Never. You’re never alone. I’m here. I’m right here.”

After what felt like hours of listening to the love of his life cry so desperately against him, she finally pulled back exhausted.

“I’m sorry” she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks and smearing blood from her palms
“I didn’t want you to see me go dark like that, I’m just.. I’m tired. What are you even doing here?” She asked curiously, her voice scratchy and raw from all the crying.

“I wanted to see you, I was waiting outside after cheerleading practice and Veronica told me you were still in here, after a few minutes I was worried so I came in to check and see that you were okay.. and well..” he trailed off, his hand coming up to cup her cheek but she pulled away .

“I’m okay. I’m sorry about all this. I’m fine. Really.” She stood slowly, adjusting her skirt and wiping her palms.

Jughead watched her gather herself and shook his head.

“No Betty. You’re not. You’re not okay.”

She glanced at him, her eyes hard
“Yes I am.”

He moved towards her slowly
“No you’re not and that’s okay. It’s okay to be hurting, it’s okay to be damaged, it doesn’t define you. You taught me that remember?”

Betty’s eyes drifted away
“I’m going to be okay.” She said softly

Jughead gently placed his fingers under chin, dragging her eyes to his.

“Yes you are, because I’m right here. I know I’ve been horrible and neglectful lately and I know how hard everything’s been on you. And I’m so sorry for that, but I’m here. I’m not going anywhere okay? I’m gonna be there for you.”

Looking deep into the stormy blue eyes she had fallen in love with, she sighed
“Okay Juggie.”

He wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her back into his

“You can’t have light without a little dark” the raven haired boy whispered in the sunshine blondes ear.

No Strings Attached: Pt. 3

Pairing: Kol x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2173


The cab ride to the Mikaelson Compound felt terribly long. You had the need to just blow up Kol’s phone with calls and texts. But, you knew better that he would only ignore them so instead, you held back.

You gazed out the window and started slightly shaking your right leg from being so impatient to arrive at your destination already. We’re you really in danger or is it possible that Kol got jealous? Surely enough, you won’t stop until your question gets answered.

Finally after what felt like forever, you have arrived. You paid the cab driver with cash, letting him keep the rest of your change as you rushed out. Thank goodness Hope was spending the night at Hayley and Jackson’s apartment because you planned on raising hell once you got inside.

“Kol!” You shouted as you marched inside the compound. “Kol effing Mikaelson!”

Klaus and Elijah just happened to be sitting at the table exchanging words while drinking scotch. “Oh, hey guys.” You greeted, then went back to using your eyes to scan around the compound. “I know you can hear me!”

Just as you grabbed onto the railing to walk upstairs, Klaus stops you to get a word in. “And may I ask what my little brother did this time? It seems that bloke has a habit of getting himself into a mess.” If you had eyes in the back of your head, you would be able to see the amused look Klaus has on his face. The tone in his voice says it all.

“Long story, Klaus.” You weren’t in the mood to vent.

“I assume you’ve been drinking, miss Y/N? I can smell the alcohol in your breath from here.” Elijah said.

“Yup. Your sisters too.” You continued to make your way up the stairs without caring if Klaus and Elijah wanted to add on or not, you needed to speak with Kol.

After looking in room after room, you found Kol hanging out on the patio taking his time drinking out of a blood bag.

“Okay so you’re playing the ignoring game now?I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.” You spat, stopping just a few feet behind him crossing your arms in front of you.

Kol sighed before speaking. “You don’t give up do you?” He turned to face you, setting the now empty blood bag on the nearby table.

You made no answer. “Fine.” Kol sassed then continued, “Well go on, let’s have a seat.” He pointed over at the bed since his bedroom didn’t have any chairs or couches available to sit on. You swallowed, then followed through, perching yourself at the edge of his bed as Kol did too.

“Okay, so?” You questioned, keeping your eyes on him.

“I suppose, seeing you with that vile man made me uneasy. I wanted to snap his neck the moment I saw him speak to you. But seeing as Marcel has these rules, I simply cannot.” Kol said.

“First of all, that man was very polite to me. And secondly, how in the world did it make you feel so uncomfortable that you just had to ruin our night out?” You asked, fixing him with a stare as you await your answer.

“I’m aware that we had these bloody rules about not allowing ourselves to feel feelings for each other. I mentally punish myself for it everyday.”

“Um what?”

Kol took a deep breath. “I, Kol Mikaelson, have unintentionally fallen for my…fuck buddy.” He admitted while forcing a smile.

You stifled a laugh and fell silent for just a moment. If you could, you’d pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. How in the hell did you get so lucky?

“My apologies, darling. I know this is uncomfortable for you since it’s obvious you’re to trying to move forward with your life and all.” Kol stood up off the bed, he frowned, feeling embarrassed because he assumed you don’t feel the same way he does. “You asked, so I answered.”

“Oh no no no. I’m just processing this right now. Sit back down.” You patted your hand next to you on the firm mattress. “So when I told you yesterday that I wanted to start dating again. I actually don’t.”

Not a word came out of Kol. He just sat there trying to read your facial expressions.

“I ended up having feelings for you too, but since we made that stupid vow, I thought you followed it.” You confessed.

“Why not bother telling me, Y/N?” Kol questioned, resting his hand on top of yours.

“I could say the same to you, Kol.” You blurted, then softened your tone of voice. “But I hate rejection, so, I figured if I just distanced myself, the feelings would go away, you know?”

“I understand, love. Well since that’s all in order, what shall we do?” Kol quickly lightened the mood. He can’t ever be in his feelings for too long or else he’d go crazy.

You stretched, then made yourself comfortable on the bed by resting your head on the pillow. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

Even though Kol ruined your planned night out, you couldn’t help but get over it, especially since he looks so hot in his button up and you were still a little buzzed. Laying in his bed gave you dirty thoughts of all the sex you had with him. You flirted with the idea of Kol being on top of you right now. And of course, since you were his play thing for those last couple of months, you knew exactly how to get him in the mood.

You brushed your hair with your fingers to one side and teasingly bit your bottom lip, hoping it wouldn’t look too obvious that you’re trying.

“You’re a daft one, Y/N.” Kol chuckled, then crawled over to place himself on top of you. He planted his lips on yours which led to a hot and steamy kiss. You started to wrap your legs around his waist until all of a sudden, he stops and pulls back, giving you a devilish grin.

“Um, what’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Sorry, but that’s all you get, love.” Kol made known with that grin plastered all over his face.

“You’re annoying.” You scoffed and moved him off of you so that you can sit up on the bed.

“Oh don’t be so cross with me. Now that we both fancy each other on a deeper level, you’re going to have to work for it, darling.”

At first you didn’t understand, but you realized that Kol did have a point. “Yup, you’re right. So how do we approach this then?”

Kol took a second to think about it and then an imaginary light bulb appeared over his head. “I have a thought. How about I take you on a date or two and we move from there?”

“I’d love that.” The smile on your face could be seen from a mile away. You leaned over to give Kol a kiss on the cheek. “Pick me up tomorrow night at 7:00.”

“Brilliant.” Kol agreed.

You left the room so that you could end your night with Kol at that. Waking downstairs, you can still see Klaus and Elijah in the same spot. “Great.” You mouthed to yourself.

“Where’s Kol? Ah, let me guess. You rid of him with that dagger?” Klaus implied, taking a sip of his bourbon. Elijah just sat there and decided to mind his own business this time by keeping his opinions to himself.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” You joked, then walked out the front so that you could wait outside for your cab. There was no way you were going to wait in the middle of the compound for your cab with Klaus. You were tired and just wanted to go home and get some rest.

As you were waiting, you thought about how excited you are to go on your first date with Kol. You mentally crossed your fingers hoping that this leads to something amazing.

(The First Date…)

You never thought of Kol being the romantic type. Who can blame you though because you were so used to being his booty call that being viewed as something much more will take some getting used to.

The night sky was pitch black as the time is a quarter to 9. Kol told you to dress up and have you meet him at his house. Arriving there, there was a stranger on the driveway dressed in a suit who had special instructions on where you to lead you. You figured Kol had compelled this man.

The man led you towards the backyard in a path that led to the trees which had beautiful lights and lanterns wrapped around and hanging. The end of the path brought you to a table meant for two with high end looking plates and utensils. The table was also minimally decorate with well lit candle and rose in the center of the table. The best part about it, is seeing Kol sitting at the table waiting especially for you.

“Hello, darling. You made it.” Kol smiled, then he got up to pull your chair out for you.

“I mean of course. But oh wow. You did all of this?” You sat down, still looking around amazed with everything.

“I may or may not have compelled someone to help me.”

“Of course you did.” You rolled your eyes at him playfully.

It didn’t take long for the compelled butler (as you call him) to bring out a cart filled with 3 course meals. “Not too shabby.” You commented.

After lots of food and laughter, the night ended successfully. Kol walked you to the car and innocently planted a kiss on the forehead. Butterflies took over your stomach on your drive home and you laid in bed with a gigantic smile on your face.

(Several Dates Later…)

It has been almost a month now that you and Kol had agreed on this whole ‘dating’ thing. To the fortune of both of you, everything has been going great and you were just dying to have sex with him already. You were hoping he was thinking the same thing too.

Today is your day off, so you decided to invite yourself over to the Mikaelson Compound to hang out with Kol. The plan was to watch a couple of movies and maybe even spend some time with Hope if she isn’t with her mom and Jackson. Today would also be the first time that the both of you had alone time in his room since this all started since Kol’s been really strict on taking you out on dates only.

Walking in, you see Rebekah playing with Hope. Kol was just hanging out on the chair scrolling through his phone. It looked as if he was doing it to kill time as he waited on you. “Hey guys.” You announced.

“Hi, Y/N.” Rebekah greeted you, then went back to smothering Hope in kisses.

After Kol heard your name, he looked up and put his phone in his pocket. “Ah, darling. It’s about time you arrived.” Kol stated, greeting you with a hug and a long kiss on the lips.

“Oh you two lovebirds.” Rebekah stopped to compliment.

“So, I brought my favorite Tim Burton movies that we can watch.” You said to Kol, pulling the movies out of your bag for Kol to see, then put it back inside. You would love to give Hope some of your attention, but whenever Rebekah is here, she always tends to hog her.

“Whatever you like.” Kol said while looking at you with loving eyes.

Of course movie time meant cuddling in Kol’s bed under the warm blanket. 30 minutes into the movie, Kol had his hand over your thigh. It wasn’t long until the temptation got to him which led him to slowly traveling his hand high towards your core. Since you’re the one that’s probably wanted it more than him, you were more than happy to allow Kol to do whatever he wanted to you.

You started breathing heavily and let out light moans while he slowly rubbed his fingers in circles through your panties. One thing led to another and the next thing you know, the both of you were ripping each others clothes off.

Before getting too aggressive, Kol stopped himself so that he can take his time with you. This was a first considering when you two were friends with benefits, you were practically attacking each other. But this moment, at this pace was a euphoric experience.

You’ve never made love to anyone like you’ve done with him and you have the confidence to say that he’s the best you ever had, enough to put you to sleep. As Kol was spooning you while you were asleep, he made sure to kiss you goodnight. “So much for finishing this movie, love.” He whispered in your ear.

TAGS:  @noisyinfluencerstrawberry @mikealsonlover @belalugosisdead@allison-rosewood-maximoff @lauren-novak @i-just-feel-gr3at @secondstartotheright-imagines @originalbish98 @creamcheese29 @averyamyers @akhcsol @wrtrsblck @originallov3lylexuss


(I’m blaming @siderealsandman for this. I saw your post and I didn’t literally add everyone in, but like… I had to share it okay?)

What if Adrien inherits his dad’s mansion and just fills it with everyone he loves.

Like first it’s his best friends (Nino, Alya, and Mari). Then Chloe and Sabrina just kinda start kicking it there until he just gives them each a room. Then everyone else just has a standard room that’s ‘theirs’ and they come and go as they please.

All the regulars have an understanding that everyone loves everyone else a certain way and it’s not weird if one week Adrien and Mari are close and then the next Mari’s with Chloe and Adrien’s with Nino. Also everyone has their own boundaries that are respected. So no one would push two or more people together unless it’s what they want.

Basically I just want all of them to be happy and to have fun game nights where everyone’s required to hang out no matter how busy they are. And pillow forts. And Adrien being surrounded by infinite amounts of love. And an open-door policy where anyone can come and join in or be invited…

I just want everyone to be loved okay?!


pairing: evan hansen x reader

wc: 3500+

tw: panic attacks, anxiety implications/mention, curse words.

a/n: I’m trying a new layout for my headings?? also this is my first time posting a DEH fic! shoutout to @cananybodysea for making me #inspired to write this. please like/give feedback because I worked really hard on this and it’s my first time posting for this fandom. ask. masterlist. 

Dear Y/N L/N,

Today, the first day of your senior year, at a brand-spanking-new school, is going to be a good day.

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Unreadable, George Washington x Reader

Prompt: 7. “Wanna bet?” + Washington Drabble (which turned out to be way longer because GWash is 10/10 - except for the slaves)

Words: 682

Author’s Note: Washington is my favorite to write now.

Warnings: Washington is characterized as hella smooth. He probably was never this smooth.

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A ball commemorating the soldiers currently serving in the revolution usually meant three things: alcohol, elegant gowns, and you being immensely intimidated by the parade of soldiers in the uniforms that had seen battle and carnage.

Usually you stuck to the people who got you there in the first place: The Schuyler Sisters. Currently, your arm was looped through Peggy’s, who politely refused many dance offers in favor of finding a possible suitor for you.

“Lafayette is rather charming, is he not? Why not just one dance?” She pleaded.

“I believe he’s rather enamored with the curly haired woman in the corner.” You joked as he strode over to her, offering an arm for a dance.

“Right…Well…Oh! There’s General Washington.” Your eyes immediately landed on the lost powerful man in the room. 

The mere sight of him had your hands clammy. How was someone supposed to act in this man’s presence without looking like a stuttering mess? You could tell he was in a deep discussion of business with one of his soldiers. 

‘He’s a commander.’ You reminded yourself, ‘He’s always talking business.’

“The general is quite good looking, is he not?” Peggy teased, noting that you had yet to stop desperately dazing at him, “Doesn’t surprise me that you would fall for the most unreadable, powerful man in the whole country. I expected nothing less.”

“I have not fallen for him. I am simply…interested.”

“Which is a greater reaction than you have given to the last thousand suitors I have pointed out for you. This is a win. I’m sure if you keep staring like that he’ll definitely fall for you.” She unhooked her arm from yours as a waiter walked by with a tray of full champagne flutes.

“I doubt General Washington has time to dance with anyone, let alone me.” You chided, accepting the glass she offered you.

“Wanna bet? He’s on his way over.” Your head snapped back to where he had been standing, to see he had disappeared and was now making a beeline towards you, graciously brushing off anyone who tried to stop him on his way.

You desperately looked over to Peggy, who gave a sly shrug of her shoulders before taking the flute from your hand and taking her leave right as the general stopped in front of you.

He was much taller in person.

“Excuse me. I caught your eye from across the room and had to make your acquaintance. George Washington.” He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles

You gave your name and curtsied. He offered his arm for a dance, and you forgot how to breathe.

“You’re awfully light on your feet, General.” You remarked as he swept you into your first of many dances that night.

“And you are quite breathtaking.” He replied, noting that many of his men had stopped to admire the woman who was currently dancing with their commanding officer. He pulled you closer, and his men immediately got his message.

You spent the night chatting, laughing and dancing. He spoke of his command and upbringings. You spoke of your favorite novels, which you suggested he read.

“Not that you ever get breaks.” You teased him.

“For you, I will make time in the days.”

By the end of the night, your feet ached and you were completely and utterly drunk with his presence.

“May I write you?” He asked as you rejoined the Schuyler sisters.

“I would be heartbroken if you didn’t.” You breathed, unable to imagine another day where he wasn’t holding your hands gently in his and looking at you with that much light in his eyes.

“Well, I can’t have that.” He placed a final kiss to your hands before taking his leave, nodding to the sisters as he passed.

“You said he was unreadable, Peggy?” You asked on the carriage ride home, after they had drilled you with countless questions. She nodded, a smug look on her face as she believes she had set the two of you up, “He’s my new favorite book.”

Sleepover - Philip Hamilton x Reader

Part 2

Time period: Modern 

Word count: 1120

Ship: Philip hamilton x reader

warnings: Slight innuendo???? (Jic)

Originally posted by i-hope-that-you-burrn

You had just got in bed when you heard a tapping on your window. You pulled the covers over your head and started to shake when there was more tapping.

You froze as your window creaked and started to panic when you remembered that your phone was charging on the other side of the room.

There was a light thud and you cautiously peeked out behind your covers, ready to grab whatever was closest and attack. Relief washed over you as you made out curly hair and freckles through the dim lamp lighting.

“philip, what the hell are you doing?” you whisper-yelled at your best friend.

He got up and placed his backpack on the foot of your bed. “Leave it to you to be going to bed at 7:30 on a friday night, Y/N.” he chuckled “You’re so lame.”

You grabbed a pillow and chucked it at him, causing him to smile and catch it with ease.

“How did you even get up here philip? I live on the second story.” you asked.

“Have you seen my ridiculously gorgeous hair? I Rapunzel-ed my way up here.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “Philip you know that not how Rapunzel worked, right? Rapunzel was the one in the tower-”

“I’d like to reiterate my last statement,” he walked over to you and booped your nose. “You are so lame, Y/N.”

Walking back to his bag he pulled out a few movies and snacks before making his way to your laptop and grabbing it.

“And what do you think you are doing, Philip Hamilton?” you scolded as he brought your laptop over to the bed like he owned the damn thing.

“look , you’ll thank me tomorrow for not letting you have a sucky Friday night like the amazing friend I am.” he scoffed, maneuvering himself over you, and onto your bed.

You prayed that the darkness would mask your blush as he straddled you for a brief second. You were beyond thankful that your parents were away for the weekend or they would have heard him for sure.

He popped the movie in and you looked at your best friends face. His features were almost godlike and his cheeks looked as if they were sculpted out of marble. He was easily one of the most attractive guys in your senior class, and you wondered why he wasn’t spending his Friday night with the ‘pretty people’ of your school. It’s not like you had anything against them, they were nice to everyone for the most part, but you were just such a plain Jane compared to them.

“You didn’t have to waste your Friday night with me, you know.” you spoke softly under your breath. You prayed that he didn’t hear you but he looked a little angry as he kept fiddling away on your computer.

“Y/N, any time i spend with you is my choice, and nowhere near a waste.” he spoke, never taking his eyes of the screen.

He sighed as the menu of some Disney movie popped up and looked to you. “Y/N I genuinely enjoy spending time with you, okay?” he said, his eyes searching your own. “I like that I can be real around you. You don’t care about status or material things, you are so important to me.”

That shut you up.

Half way into Lilo and Stitch, Philip had somehow found himself under your covers in your small bed.

“I’m so sweaty!” Philip cried out dramatically, spreading his limbs out to try and take up all the space available on your bed.

“Ew! Philip first of all you’re taking up so much room, second of all, just get out from underneath the covers!” you said, grossed out.

He pouted. “You think I’m nauseating because I’m sweaty Y/N?”

You nodded, faking a gagging noise. He smirked and took off his shirt engulfing you in a tight, sweaty hug.

You squealed and fell out of the bed.

He leaned over the edge peering down at you as some of his wild hair stuck to his forehead, the rest coming down in untamed curly tendrils. He began to laugh, so you decided to pull a prank on him and not get up or respond.

After a few seconds of silence on your end, his eyes widened and he hopped down from your bed, grabbing your face. “Oh god, Y/N, are You okay? I didn’t mean to-” you cut him off with laughter.

“I hate you!“ he cried. “I was genuinely worried!”

“Shoulda’ thought about that before you made me smell like a gross sweaty man.” you chided.

A devilish smirk appeared on his face and he took advantage of your current position, attacking your sides with his fingers.

You howled with laughter as he tickled you.

“Mercy! Mercy!” You yelled between laughter.

The tickling slowed down and you became all too aware of your very shirtless, very attractive best friend hovering above you.

You sat up with a sigh and tutted. “What am I going to do with you, Philip?”

“Finish watching the movie with me?” he suggested sheepishly.

“Excuses, excuses, Mr. Hamilton.” you said, imitating your homeroom teacher, who loved to pick on Philip.

The two of you regained your spot on the bed and put the movie back to where it was before the whole previous ordeal.

As the movie dragged on, Philip had eaten all the snacks and was wide awake.

You on the other hand, were dozing off easily, and started to slide down into your bed.

You barely remember waking up briefly with your head on philips bare stomach and a hand grazing through your hair.

“Y/N,” he spoke softly to himself as you pretended to still be asleep. “Even if you haven’t fallen in love with me like I you, I’ll still stay by your side no matter- No no no, that’s too cheesy.” he sighed and continued to softly stroke your hair before letting out a soft frustrated groan. “Y/N, how do you have this power over me?” You couldn’t catch the rest of his rambling, because you began to nod off again.

The next time you awoke, soft morning light streamed through your curtains. You snuggled into your pillow, when a deep snore resonated through it.

That’s not a pillow noise, you thought abruptly.

You tried to pull away, embarrassed, but a long pair of arms kept you in place and pulled you tighter.

You glanced behind you at the clock.

6:47 am.

You decided you could use your pillow for a little longer, and snuggled into him once more.

You could leave reason until you had fully woken up.

Colours (Barry Allen)

BLURB: every person you love leaves a colour on your skin. Some people are stained everywhere with colour, some with none at all. But there is always one simple rule, once you find your soulmate they wash away all the other colours. 


 The soulmate colour AU with Barry cause lets be real, everyone needs this in their lives.  

 Also I apologize, I wrote this at three AM.


The waiter that handed me my coffee had hands stained with blue, bright blue standing out against their dark skin. Guess they got lucky, found someone to wash away the rest. Or perhaps they never had any to wash away, their hairline is stained too. Signs of gentle touches. 

 Yeah I know most people use words like ‘painted’ or ‘caressed’ to describe the colours. I use ‘stained’, because thats what they are. Stupid marks that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard you tried. Marks that show everyone your personal life. Stains that show if you love too much or not at all.

 You see I hate the orange stains that lace my body, the constant reminder that my only love left me. Ran away with someone who could mark them with deep purple, wash away my pitiful gold. 

 Most people think gold is an amazing colour to leave behind, not him. He hated it, said it reminded him of all the medals he should have won. 

 Oh well, at least I’m not stained with white 

 That’s the worst, white means you’ve fallen in love. But they don’t love you back, so every time that person touches you your skin is bleached. A constant reminder that they don’t love you back 

 Most of the time those people find another soulmate, someone to wash away the bleach. To give them colour again 

 There’s one person in this city that I know of with skin bleached. 

 A CSI, I don’t know his name. But it’s obvious, I always see him interviewing patients at the hospital I work at.

 See their sympathetic looks as their eyes trail along his bleached body. 

 I’ve never spoken to him though; hell I’ve never even looked him in the eyes. I’m too scared I’ll see myself in them, see the same hopeless look all people left by their colour match do. 

 Yeah I get that there’s still hope. That by some miracle you might find a real match. Someone to wash away the other colours. Or paint over the bleach. It had happened before. 

But then I look at the bleached CSI, and I lose all hope. 


 As I walk to the hospital I see him again, running in. He’s always late, that much is obvious by the annoyed scowl of the police captain as he arrives.

 The annoyed scowl stained with yellow. 

 I went to my next patient, trying to ignore the bleached soul behind me as much as I tried to pretend my hands aren’t stained with orange. 

 “Y/N?” one of the nurses called. 


 “The CSI has to question your patient.” 

 “Alright, send him in,” I replied as I carried on taking my patient’s vitals.

 There was nothing I wouldn’t have done to not be in that room.

 To not see my own fate reflected in his eyes. 

 I could ignore him, I thought. I could carry on my duties and pretend I didn’t see the other person in the room, I could just make sure the patient was stable and handle the rest once he leaves.

 Easy. Until he enters. 

 He’s much taller than I expected, about half a head taller than me (yeah I’m tall urgh). He walked in and tried to introduce himself. Tried to shake my hand.

 I ignored him, I couldn’t possibly address him. That would mean addressing all of him. 

 I try not to notice the sad looks my patient is giving him.

 I did my full exam without even looking at him, and then practically ran from the room. 

 Thankfully the rest of the day went fine, a couple patients commented on how happy I must be of course. Because that was the only option when a colour stains your body as much as it stains mine, no one presumes that person could have left. 

Because somehow everything revolves around this stupid colours.


 As I was walking home that day I heard running behind me, as I turned around I saw the CSI running towards me. 

 No. No. No. 

 This cannot be happening, I thought. There was no way he could about to reach me, none at all. I avoid him as much as possible. This isn’t happening.

 “Hey! Wait,” he called, running up to me.

 When I turned to look at him I saw just how bad off he was, his hairline, his cheeks, the outline of his lips. All bleached, like every bit of colour was drained from him. 

His pain painted on his face by some cruel artist. 

 He held something in colourless hands, “This fell of your neck while you were examining that guy, thought you might want it back.” In his hands he held my gold necklace that my brother gave me, I hadn’t even noticed it had gone. 

 “Oh my god, thank you so much! I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost this!” He smiled, he was different when he smiled.

 Almost like a trace of his former self somewhere in there, fighting to resurface.

 “No problem,” he said as he handed it back to me. 

 As he gave it to me our hands touched, I almost screamed. 

 Where he touched me, the orange had changed to a deep maroon. I looked at his hand and saw gold, the bleached had been painted over. 

 “Hi,” he whispered, a broken smile on his face.

 “Hey,” I laughed back, tracing his face with my hand, watching as the bleach there changed to gold.

 It’s been five months since that day and I’ve got to own up to something, maybe soulmates weren’t so bad after all. I’ve learned his name is Barry, I’ve he’s the Flash (his colour is maroon for god’s sake). 

He’s in and out of the hospital all the time now.

 Only I don’t avoid him now, I watch with pride. As the patient’s smiles change from sympathetic to hopeful as their eyes trail down the gold paint strokes that lace his body.


Thanks for reading what happens in my brain at three AM…

I’m actually rather proud of this one, please let me know what you think.

requests are open :)

I have a confession....

On Saturday my friend got me started on the first two episodes of Sons of Anarchy…needless to say I was hooked instantly…to the point where I finished all of season 1 yesterday!!

I have fallen into a new hole and that is the Jax Teller hole….all last night and all this morning I have been reading Jax fanfic >.<

I just….I CAN’T HELP IT!!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!

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Originally posted by r0mansky

Originally posted by psicomana

….*sigh* I’m already in deep….AND I DON’T CARE!!!! 

anonymous asked:

NestaxCassian Nesta is a new librarian, who is quite proud of her Masters in Library and Information Science, at the university Cassian is a Professor at.

Okay, so this turned out longer than I expected…..whoops? Thank you for your submission! I hope you enjoy it <3


Nesta has only been working at this dump of a library for 3 hours and already realized how badly they needed her help. The book arrangements were all wrong and don’t even get her started on the study areas.

All the desks had been facing the wall instead of the giant widow in the opposite direction. Were they trying to make these students depressed?

This wouldn’t do.

She immediately lifted the desk closest to her and began to turn it around when her skirt got caught under one of the desk legs.

When she bent down to free her skirt, her foot slipped on a wooden pencil landing her flat on her ass. “Well shit.”

“Oh my, let me help you.”

Nesta didn’t get the chance to get a look at the kind stranger before hands slipped under her arms and lifted her easily off the ground.

“Thank you fo-“ All the wheels in her mind ceased to turn when she beheld the man in front of her.

He wore a crisp white button up shirt with deep gray pants and shoes that looked Italian. His sleeves were messily rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was pulled back to reveal the tattoos on his neck. He smiled and waved a hand in front of his face. Oh crap, was he talking? He chuckled

“Are you new here?”

“Yes. This is my first day.”

“Well in that case welcome to Valerias University.”

It took her too long to realize he was holding his hand out for her to shake.

“Thanks. I’m Nesta.”

“What a beautiful name.”

“Yea well, I didn’t have any say in it, so I can’t take the credit.”

She hadn’t meant to be funny but the handsome god like man’s smile broadened.

“The names Cassian, but my friends call me Cas.”

“Thank you for your help Cassian.”

“Ouch. Shot down.”

“Excuse me?”

“I was hoping you’d refer to me as Cas so I could say that we’re friends.”

“My friendship is not so easily gained.”

“I accept this challenge.” His smile turned to a smirk.

“Well good luck with that. In the mean time I need to change these desks.”

“Riiiiight because that worked out well for you the first time…”

“One thing you may earn the privilege to know about me is that I don’t give up.”

“I like that in a woman.”

“Do you have some sort of job here, or are you only good for flappin your mouth?”

“Oh, I think you’d rather enjoy the multiple things I can do with my mouth.” All he got was an uninterested glare in return *cough*

“I’m a uh- professor here. I teach science.”

“Of course you do, and I’m guessing you teach anatomy?”

“As a matter of fact I do. I wouldn’t mind giving you a tour of the human body if you’re interested….”

“I know the human body quite well thank you very much.”

“Oh I’m sure you do….listen, I’m gonna be over there in the corner by the modern literature at 5:00pm. If you happen to be in the same area I’d love to take you to dinner.”

Nesta kept a face of disinterest and aloofness

“We shall see.” Nesta began to once again move the desks in the opposite direction which was clearly a dismissal. She didn’t have time for cocky bastards who hit on anything with a pulse, but a girl’s gotta eat right?


Nesta was doing some last minute dusting before closing when she heard footsteps against the wooden floor.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting sweetheart?”

“You’re just lucky I haven’t left yet.”

He took a step closer to her.

“And why didn’t you?”

“Today was my first day. I wanted to make a good impression.”

Two more steps.

“I can assure you that your first impression was more than satisfactory.”

They were less than a foot from each other.

“I’m starving, are you buying me food or not?”

“A woman who gets straight to the point, I like it.”

“What’s the point in wasting time when I can just say what I want?”

He was a breath away now.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

He reached his hand out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear that had fallen loose form her bun.

“May I kiss you Nesta?”

“You barely even know me.”

“I have good instincts….”

She leaned forward in what could be assumed as initiating a kiss.

Their lips one inch from each other.

“You’re going to have to do better than that professor.”

Her lips grazed his cheek as she walked away.

“I’ll meet you outside in five minutes, don’t keep me waiting.”

Cassian shook his head.

He was in deep shit.


Thinking of making a part 2??? Depends on how much attention this gets, so let me know what you think! 

a-lighthouse-a-man-a-city replied to your photo “The scar the trailer didn’t show. Well, my speculation about what it…”

Hey folks, this artist is actually racist af. Feel free to message me for more info, it is a great pic but I refuse to support the artist because of some huge past issues they are apparently trying to “fix” with this. No more notes on this post, pass it on. They don’t deserve credit for POC representation after what they’ve done

“Huge past issues” = Me drawing a caveman Kylo with matted hair (that I called “dreadlocks” for lack of a better word, english isn’t my first language and in french, there’s only one word to describe it) 1 year ago and telling you all to fuck off when you went crazy on me and my friends for this one doodle because I refused to consider myself racist for drawing it. What is considered racist or problematic in your country might not be in another, I know how shocking it can be to learn that North America isn’t the center of the world and designated world leader of what’s considered politically correct. 

Jfc take a step back and look at what your life has become.

Yesterday, one of you made a post and compared me to a klan member. I have been told to choke and die, to kill myself. About 50 hateful posts calling me slurs have been reported to me in the past 6 months. You are all acting as if I have been posting the worst hate speech in the fandom and been harassing me for a year because I drew a picture you don’t agree with.

I know people who would have hurt themselves or fallen deep into depression for less, how do you sleep at night after telling someone to die over a picture?

And now you get mad because I have been drawing Finn and it has gotten a lot of notes.

But guess what? I have been successfully drawing him multiple times in the past, and I’ll draw him again. And I’ll get better at it and my pictures of him will continue to gain attention. 

Because I like Finn.
I don’t give a shit about your “POC representation” points, contrary to you I like a character because he’s special to me, not because it will make me look better and “woke” to my online friends. 

You don’t like it? That’s cool, then block me. That’s the magical door to the land of to never having to see my art again.

Because if you don’t, then believe me, it’s not the last time you see my art on your dashboard.

anonymous asked:

Why do you love Arrow? (I'm the same anon who asked why you watch Arrow. Hint : While I love your gif responses it's your words that always hit me so hard so give me some words please Matty)

Oh, anon. Since you specifically wanted words, here you go. This is something I’ve said before and I’ll say it till my dying day. 

I love Arrow. 

Because this show has given me so, so much, I’m not certain I’ll ever be able to express it completely.

Arrow came into my life at a point when I was at my lowest. I was emotionally messed up in every way conceivable, everything had fallen apart, all at once. I’d shut down in real life and was barely coping. It was one big depressive fest. And it was dark. So, so dark.

And then Arrow happened.

I know it sounds cheesy - all this light and dark thing, but for me it was true. I have no idea why, but one day I was watching the show and it just clicked.

And for me, it was beautiful.

It gave me Oliver Queen, who inspired me deep down to my bones, who gave me the strength and the courage to keep moving forward no matter how bad things seemed, to believe that they’ll always get better, making me the silver lines chaser I am today. He gave me the will to keep fighting and I will love him till my dying day. (And he introduced me to the salmon ladder. That in itself earns him my love).

It gave me Felicity Smoak, who told me it was okay to be awkward, that being a hero and being good did not need a mask, that being a person completely comfortable in their strengths and a good heart was more important. She made me realize that a girl should take pride in her hard work and just be who she is, no matter what.

It gave me John Diggle, who honestly speaks words of wisdom to Oliver and I’m nodding my head vigorously. He told me that no matter what ugly things you see and live through, you can rise above them and not be it. 

It made me believe in a love born true from the soul. It made me understand that family and friendships were made of heart and not blood. It made me believe in the strength of the spirit inside each and every one of us, no matter our circumstances. It told me that it doesn’t matter whether you’re a rich kid stranded on an island considered dead by the world; or if you were a soldier who’d lost his brother; or if you were a little girl abandoned by every man in your life; or if you were a pampered princess who finds out her entire life has been built on lies; or if you were a billionaire who’d lost his wife to street violence; or if you were a soldier in love with a woman who loved another man; or if you were a street kid with no family and nothing except this rage inside you that wouldn’t die; or if you were a normal man with money who’d lost his best friend and found him again, only to realize he was a liar and a murderer… it doesn’t matter what your circumstances are - what matters is how you respond to them. It’s your choice to become the villains of your own story, your choice to become the heroes. It’s on you if you want to drown the world in your pain or rise above it and make something beautiful of it. 

It’s always your choice. 

There could have been no greater villain than Oliver Queen had he made a choice. There could have been no force stopping Felicity Smoak from destroying the world at her fingers had she made a choice.

But they chose to be heroes, chose to rise above their pasts for a better future.

It’s so damn beautiful.

Over time, this gave me the courage to rise beyond mine slowly. To step into the fandom. I lurked around and stalked people mostly in the beginning (although it was never that creepy), and over time, one step at a time, I entered this crazy place and was just consumed by the sheer intensity of it.

I know these are fictional characters, but what they inspire in me is not fiction. It’s very, very real and living my life with these characters has made it so much richer.

Because it’s through this show that I’ve met so many beautiful people who make me smile every single day. It’s through this show that I’ve made friends I know are going to stay with me for a long time. It’s because of this that I can come back here on a bad day and leave with a huge grin on my face.

Because it’s this show and its characters who pushed me into finding the strength to put words on a screen. This show made me want to tell stories. It made me realize it was okay to share my thoughts and from being quiet, it’s made me evolve into someone confident enough in her thoughts to voice them. It has given me a tolerance for opinions and respect for choices, all the interactions with such varied people. 

I’ve grown more over the last few years writing these characters than I have in my entire life. The changes it’s brought in me are almost tangible.

It made me want to write and write and write and just keep on writing and sharing so many stories.

It’s given me passion.

It’s given me perspective.

It’s given me understanding.

It’s given me strength.

But most importantly, it’s given me hope.

Hope. So hard to find. So hard to hold on to. So hard to let go of.

This show has consistently given me so much hope, for me.

And no matter which direction it goes in, I will always, always love Arrow and its characters for giving me so, so much when I had absolutely nothing.  

I love Arrow, and I always will, for the person it’s made me so subtly over time.