this is nothing on the number of arms around shoulders etc

“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#5. “Who the fuck is this guy!? “My brother….” “Sure! Sure he is!”

Here we go for jealous Bruce Wayne, because that’s what this prompt inspired me to write. Boom, hope you’ll like it I’m a bit unsure about this one, feedbacks are welcome : 

(My masterlist : http://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/masterlist)

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Damian was a bit confused. Usually, on patrol, they would like…do things. Catch criminals. Stop bank robberies. Save widows and orphans.

Yes, Damian was utterly confused as to why tonight, his father and him were following…his mom. Not Talia. You. He never considered Talia his mother, he came to that realization the first time you made him hot cocoa and cookies after he had a rough day, and just…talked to him. Asked him how he was feeling. Just genuinely cared for him, something Talia Al’Ghul never did. 

She was his mother, but you were his mommy. 

And so, tonight, as he was jumping from a building to another, following you threw the dark street of Gotham, he wasn’t really sure what was going on. 

Oh my God…Were you a criminal ? Was he going to loose you because his father was going to put you behind bars ? But he loves you ! How could he ? 

If it came to that, Damian decided that he would fight his dad, giving you enough time to escape. Yes. He would save you. There was no way he was letting his mommy go in prison, no matter what she did…

His father was talking to Dick about something happening in North Gotham. He then proceeded to call Tim to ask him to go to the docks join Jason because some big drug deal was going on…And once again, Damian wondered why they were tracking you instead of taking care of the real issues. 

He looked down in the street, you were at a small cafe, ordering a huge cup of coffee, that he knew was probably the blackest beverage ever. You liked it that way. But that’s it. You were getting coffee. Sure it was 10:30 pm but like, you couldn’t always just stay at the Manor right ? You’d be bored ! 

Besides, you were a writer, you often came to get coffee at night with your notebook, you always said it brought you lots of inspiration (he loved your stories, and was your number one beta reader). 

It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be out, getting coffee (even if Gotham was dangerous at night, you knew how to defend yourself thanks to your Husband’s training, and besides, one of your sons kinda always had an eye on you anyway…just to be sure), so again, why were they here ? Why weren’t they on the docks, with Tim and Jason, to fight some real criminals ? 

Bruce refused to let Damian patrol alone so far, which is why he was with him, but usually, he’d explain what was going on you know ? Not able to contain himself anymore, Damian asked : 

-Father…why are we spying on mom ? 

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Legit Tip #189

or - “Harnessing the ‘5 Love Languages’ to Build Realistic Relationships”

In the world of couples’ therapy, there’s something called the 5 love languages. These so-called love languages describe the five different ways that couples communicate their feelings of love to one another, and can be described as such:

1. Words of Affirmation

These are the “sweet little nothings.” When a person continually tells their significant other that they love them, respect them, and care for them, they are offering words of affirmation. However, it goes beyond them. Words of affirmation are also words of support.  “I know you’ll do great on that presentation today!” or “You’re the bravest woman I know,” are also words of affirmation. 

2. Acts of Service

Acts of Service are the things that you do for a loved one. They can be as simple as performing chores, or they can be more complex things, like carrying out a necessary task for the sake of making that loved one’s life easier. From making sure the dishes get done to helping them with a project, there are many acts of service that a person can and may do. 

3. Receiving Gifts

It may sound a bit superficial but for some people, gifts can be a very meaningful display of love and affection. You have to remember that gifts don’t always have to be big, expensive items. These can be small, thoughtful things, like something a person has wanted for a long time, or something that a person very much needs (such as a replacement for a worn-out clothing item).

4. Quality Time

For some, the most meaningful way of showing affection is simply spending quality time together. This can be done in any of a number of ways, from simply talking to performing tasks together that both people enjoy (like cooking or working out.)

5. Physical Touch

Physical touch is an important form of intimacy for some people, and not very important for others. We’re not talking sexual touch here, mind you - we’re talking things like hand holding, an arm around the shoulder, cuddling, etc. 

What Do We Need to Know About The Love Languages for Fictional Characters?

One thing to bear in mind for writing fictional characters, first and foremost, is what type of “love language” they will most likely be most forthcoming with, and which they will be lacking. To understand this, you can look at their characterization and, if you have it formed, you can look at their backstory.

The way a person shows affection is often forged in their youth, and in the way that they learned about affection growing up. A person whose family readily showed affection is likely to be more open with words of affirmation and physical touch, but may not care as much about things such as acts of service as an important aspect in building and maintaining relationships. However, a person who grew up in a more controlled environment where they were rewarded for completing chores may have a stronger need for acts of service from their partner. 

Use the “Love Languages” to Understand Your Characters’ Relationship Needs (and Conflicts)

Say we’re writing a fantasy story about a young sorceress who grew up in a school where she was in a very controlled environment. It’s easy to guess that she is probably less inclined towards showing her affection through words and physical touch, and more through performative acts for the person she cares about. 

She falls in love with a princess who is used to receiving small gifts from her father as a show of affection. While the sorceress often does things for the princess, the princess may feel like she isn’t sure the sorceress really cares for her because the sorceress never gives her any little gifts or trinkets. (Whereas the sorceress is certain she is showing how much she loves her through all the acts she is performing.) Meanwhile, the princess comes off as superficial and only caring for material things when really she is trying to show the sorceress how much she cares for her.

They are basically caught up in a big misunderstanding about whether each has feelings for the other because they aren’t used to the way each shows their feelings. Until such a point as they finally talk things out and start to use each other’s “love language” to communicate their feelings.

(I’m using a bit of a silly example here of course. You can push the boundaries of this to fit your narrative. Acts of service can equate to fighting dragons and gifts can equate to entire kingdoms. It all depends on what you can imagine.)

Anyway, there’s our short lesson in how you can use relationship psychology to write more dynamic couples! Now get out there and jazz things up with your duos!

Casino Night - Tyler Seguin (Part 2)

A/N: I’m really enjoying writing this, so I hope you enjoy reading just as much. Again, English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Word Count: 1319

Warnings: None, I think.

Part 1

Originally posted by tylerseguin-stars

I walk around, not quite sure if I need air, a shot of tequila, sleep for a year or someone to slap me. I feel stupid, to be honest, like I was a freshman who is starstruck by the senior quarterback. Tyler has got under my skin way too easily and I don’t like it. I’ve always been hard to impress, way too sassy, it’s difficult to keep my attention… and now I can only think about this guy I met less than two hours ago and that I know nothing about.

After walking around without direction I decide that it is time to find (Y/F/N) and getting the hell out of here before I start banging my head against the walls out of embarrassment. She is where she said she was gonna be, playing roulette and being the life of the party.

“C’mon, Miss Luck! Take some risks!” The guy I assume it’s Jamie Benn is yelling at my friend when I get to the table. God, I literally know nothing about the Dallas Stars and I make a mental note to investigate about them tomorrow.

“Having fun?” I ask her from behind, scaring her.

“Omg, (Y/N)! Don’t do that! I could have die” She scolds me and I laugh, kissing her cheek.

“I think you will live another day” I say, looking at the table “So, what’s your bet?”

“I kind of want to go for a number, but there is no way I’m getting it, right?” She whispers

“Just do it!” I cheer her and she pulls out her best smile before grabbing a couple $100 chips and putting them on the number 14.

Jamie looks at her closely and smirks “Good choice”

The little ball starts spinning around the roulette and I hold my breath, actually anxious about my friend losing $200 on a game. It seems like it is taking forever for the ball to stop and I can’t help but to shut my eyes before it does. I hear my friend laugh and I open my eyes to see the ball on the number 30, right next to the number 14.

“It wasn’t meant to be” she says and I put my arm around her shoulders.

“You still look bomb” I try to comfort her

“Cheers to that” Jamie says from across the table and my friend blushes until she looks more like a tomato than a human being.

“Shall we go?” She looks at me with puppy eyes and I realize that she is trying to not think about all the money she has lost.

I nod and we wave goodbye at Jamie as we walk to the elevators, ready to take a cab and leave the casino. We donate all our chips on our way out and the lady gives us an envelope.

“They are tickets for the next home game” she explains and we just take them and walk out.

The drive is quiet and my head can’t stop thinking about Tyler. I try to make a mental list of all I know about him; he is a hockey player, he plays for the Dallas Stars, he was drafted five or six years ago, he used to play for the Bruins…and that’s it. I know nothing more of this guy. I have never been too interested on the players’ personal lives, not even the Red Wings players, so I don’t know where he is from, his family, etc… Maybe it is for the best.

The ride feels shorter that it really is and before I know it I am home. I take my heels off before climbing the stairs to my apartment. My feet ache and I’m quite sure I have blisters all over my toes… ugh, gross.

My apartment is small but cozy. It has a decent size bedroom, a bathroom, a small kitchen, a living room and my favorite part, a nice terrace where I have a small table and tons of plants. The color scheme is simple, light blue, light grey and white. Everything is perfectly coordinated and my red dress doesn’t go well with it, so I walk to my room and change to a pair of leggings and a white sweater, feeling more like myself as soon as I do. Don’t get me wrong, I’m comfortable with my body, but the dress was just too much for me…I’m more of a pair of jeans and a nice top kind of girl. I walk back to the living room and sit on the couch, pulling my white faux blanket over my body as I grab my laptop from the coffee table in front of me.

“You are gonna regret this, dum-dum” as I get in the browser and type Tyler Seguin on it.

There are thousands of websites talking about Tyler Seguin and I spend what it feels like hours reading articles about him. Apparently, he is a good player but he is also known for his love for partying. I keep reading, learning about his trade from Boston to Dallas due for his attitude outside the ice and how it seems like he has calmed down and matured since his arrival to Dallas. I smile watching a video about his charity Seguin Stars, which is incredibly kind of him. I might have watched the video of his ESPN body issue too, but I will deny it if you ask me.

I yawn and I realize that it is pasted 2am and I probably should head to bed sooner rather than later but, as much as I love hockey, I didn’t start looking into him because I wanted to know his stats so I push myself and I type girlfriend next to his name and hit enter. I spend ten minutes scrolling through websites until I shut my laptop and frown, feeling like the biggest fool on Earth.

{Tyler’s POV}

“Tyler, I would’ve bought you that drink”

That sentence is playing on repeat in my head. I can’t believe that I didn’t come back with something witty to say. Man, I can’t believe I didn’t even get her number or instagram. God, I can’t believe I didn’t even ask her what her name is.

I hit the wheel of my Ferrari with the heel of my hand out of frustration and I speed, needing some sort of distraction from her. She knew who I was, but she wasn’t impressed and that was refreshing. I’m too used to girls throwing themselves at me and I just have to choose my favorite and the rest is done, but this mysterious girl wasn’t having it. A challenge, I haven’t had one of those for a while.

I get to my new house and park the car inside the garage before walking in through the door that leads to the kitchen, where pair of happy labs greet me.

“Hello boys” I coo to my sons “have you been good?” as I push Cash away before he ruins my Tom Ford suit.

They follow me to the kitchen, where I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and get a couple treats for them as an I’m-sorry-I haven’t-been-home gift. I walk upstairs to my room, knowing that the dogs will follow me as soon as they are done eating and walk into my closet, taking my suit off and hanging it next to a couple of pieces of clothing that I need to take to the dry cleaner. I walk to my bed and get under the covers when I hear the boys racing upstairs and hooping on the bed, getting comfortable next to me.

“You two are sooooo spoiled” I whisper to them and they just look at me like they own the place. They probably do.

I turn to my side, this girl still stuck in my head as I drift to sleep.

Hickey

Requests: 

  1. COULD YOU DO NUMber 46 WITH LAFAYETTE
  2. 21 with Tjeffs or Laffy Taffy? ❤️🇫🇷 
  3. It’s no problem! Maybe 4 & 47 with laf instead? :))
  4. Can you write an either jefferson or lafayette x reader fic where the reader has been teasing him the entire day and i mean TEASING like putting a hand on his thigh going upwards but not end up doing anything, sitting on his lap and grinding slightly etc. if you could, can it end up being smutty. (You can trash this idea if you’re uncomfortable with it. :) )

Word Count: 1849

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Warning: Smut, but there’s a line separating the smut from the fluff

AU: Modern


“Lafayetteeeee.” You whined, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention for the third time.

Lafayette was playing video games while you were completely bored out of your mind. Every time you tried to get his attention, he barely acknowledged you, completely focused on the damn game.

He grunted in acknowledgement, keeping his eyes glued to the TV screen as he sniped another enemy.

You sighed before laying your head in his lap to stare up at him. “Love me.”

No response.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but what about a McKirk AU where one of them saves the other from an embarrassing situation even though they absolutely don't know each other?

  • Being a bartender is not so bad. The pay is decent, the company usually okay, too. Being a bartender in wedding venues? Not always as great. But the good thing about it is that mostly bridesmaids are easy, groomsmen are horny, general visitors are drunk, and Jim being attracted to mostly anything with a pulse; that works out pretty well. Plus, everyone dresses up nicely. Except maybe Leonard, who looks already drunk when he arrives at the wedding reception.
  • “You familiar with the bride or groom?” Jim asks, pushing a glass of strong whiskey in his direction; something Leonard gratefully accepts. “Yeah, you could say that. That’s my ex-wife and my ex-best friend,” Leonard replies, and Jim frowns. “Yikes. Why are you here?” “I’m the better man,” Leonard replies, “that, and my daughter asked me to be here.” “Ah,” Jim says, briefly hesitating to refill Leonard’s glass, but he does so anyway. “I’m sorry about that, man. Weddings are usually pretty great.” “Oh, it’s fantastic,” Leonard says, “I don’t have to wake up next to her anymore, nor do I have to care for a guy who’s pretended to be my friend for the last 20 years.” Yikes. This guy’s a downer. A shame, too, because Jim can sense such a caring person underneath all of that. Especially when Joanna rushes towards him. It’s like that whole, shitty situation is briefly forgotten - as is his whiskey, and instead he focuses on his girl for a while. Comments on her pretty red dress and the flowers in her hair, and promises they go out together again soon. 
  • They’re gone for a while and Jim doesn’t think much about it. But Leonard is most definitely drunk, a little annoyed, and clearly hurt, too, when he returns. “Do you want some water?” Jim asks him, but Leonard shakes his head. “No, something stronger.“ Jim is about to politely object to that, but another guy walks in and pats Leonard on the shoulder. “How about that ceremony, huh?” “Yes, congratulations,” Leonard says, “you’re sleeping with a witch for the rest of your life. But considering you did so behind my back while we were still married tells me you’re going to be very happy together.” “At least I didn’t drown myself in work because I don’t know how to be a husband or a father-” “You’re not a father,” Leonard interrupts. “What do you have going for you right now, huh? Poor job performance, no wife, a kid only every other weekend. What do you have that makes you so great? Nothing.” “Me,” Jim replies, so out of the blue both Leonard and his ex best friend (or whatever) look confused. “He’s got me,” Jim says, “Leonard and I. We’ve been together for a while.” Leonard looks even more confused now, especially when Jim leans in over the bar to press a quick kiss to the other’s lips, “and I don’t appreciate you talking to him like that. You use that tone on your wife, too? For your sake, I hope not.“ 
  • “Why’d you do that?” Leonard asks Jim once they’re alone again, and Jim shrugs. He shrugs, because honestly, he has no idea why he just said that. “I don’t like people talking down on other people like that. Plus, I figured, for the sake of tonight, what does a little lie matter? Not like you’re seeing a lot of these people on a regular basis. Let them think you date this handsome man,” he adds, gesturing at himself. Leonard laughs at that, and when he does, Jim knows it’s his personal mission to keep this man smiling. Because honestly, he looks so much more handsome like that. “Fine,” Leonard says, “I could date a bartender.” “A handsome bartender,” Jim corrects him, and Leonard smiles lightly. “Very handsome.”
  • There are other bartenders present, luckily, so Jim takes some time to just sit with Leonard and talk. Initially just for silly dating lies, but Jim finds that the two of them have a lot in common. They laugh at the same kind of jokes, drink the same drinks, and apparently go out in the same districts. “How come I’ve never seen you before?” Leonard asks, “seems like I would’ve remembered seeing you.” “Because of my strapping good looks?” “You know you get less attractive every time you say stuff like that,” Leonard replies with a grin, and Jim smiles. He reaches out, hand on Leonard’s arm. “Hey, but, maybe you would’ve noticed me if you weren’t so focused on your shitty choice of friends. Don’t let this charade keep you down, yeah? You know which couples stay the happiest? The ones with small, genuine receptions. Where it’s about uniting families instead of showing off the debt you’ll be paying off for the rest of your marriage - weddings are expensive,” Jim says. “You learn all that from being a bartender?” Leonard asks, and Jim shrugs. “I actually organize events. Like weddings. Birthdays. Anniversaries, etc. Bartending is something I enjoy doing because I meet interesting people.” “Handsome people,” Leonard comments, and Jim laughs. “Very.”
  • Jim uses up his break time to join Leonard on the dance floor, where they mostly dance closely together and continue to talk, joke, and laugh at the stupidest things. Leonard does get a few questions from family members. How long have you been together? “Three months,” Leonard replies smoothly, and Jim just rolls with it. “I was instantly smitten,” Jim says, “though he’s a bit grumpy from time to time, isn’t he?” “More like all the time.” “I can hear all of this, I’m right here,” Leonard replies to both Jim and the family member they’re talking to.
  • Jim dances with Joanna for a while, too. They don’t lie about their relationship to her. Instead, Jim says he’s a friend who’s only just discovering how great her daddy is. Because that’s the truth. There’s so much more to Leonard than that drunken miserable pile who walked in earlier. And when Jim returns to the bar, Leonard joins so they can talk more. Joanna sits at the bar next to them, quietly drawing or playing her game boy while sipping on an alcohol-free mocktail Jim has made for her. It’s just different kinds of fruit juices and sodas, but she loves it. Loves especially the tiny umbrella and pieces of fruit in it.
  • Surprisingly, Leonard stays almost to the very end of the night. Hes gone for a few minutes when Joanna leaves with her uncle and aunt, but he’s back for another drink and Jim’s company - something Jim’s happy to give him. “Hey,” Leonard says, when the others start cleaning up and it’s definitely time to leave, “I had a great time. I just wanted to thank you.” “Oh, that’s no problem,” Jim shrugs it off casually. “I’m serious. I know this was all pretend, but if you ever want to recreate some of those dates you told my family about-” Jim laughs at that, walking around the bar to face Leonard properly. “How about instead of those stories, we make a few of our own?” Jim suggests, reaching out for Leonard’s phone to put his own number in it. “When are you free?” Leonard asks. “This week?” “Or tonight,” Leonard says, “I noticed you haven’t eaten, and I know a great burger joint-” “Burgers,” Jim says, “I’m sold.” He smiles when Leonard leans in for another kiss. It definitely feels more genuine each time it happens. Which, probably, has been happening more than necessary this night. “Burgers and handsome company,” Leonard corrects him, and Jim laughs, again. “Very.”
Where Lucy is the only one Sane

Dedicated to the weirdness of the Fairy Tail and the Fan Fiction Community

In a world where only Lucy is sane.

Please read this as comedy.

Based on Proud to be a Ginger’s answer to an anon question.

@proudtobeaginger 

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Walking into the guild hall hand in hand, Lucy and Natsu smiled joyfully. “Seven months now Natsu!” Lucy squealed in delight, hugging her boyfriend close to her.
“Seven months since when?” Natsu smirked down at the blonde.

Lucy scowled at the pinkette male. “Since you asked me out you dummy.” She lightly smacked his arm playfully as they walked closer to the guild bar.

Lisanna sprawled around the corner of the bar, her sly eyes on Natsu and Lucy. A mass of distaste for the blonde; Lucy. Smiling widely, a plan formulated in her mind. She began to leave the pillar she was looking out from and began to walk towards the couple.

“Natsu, come here and kiss me.” Lisanna purred as she came closer to the couple.
Natsu turned and stared at Lisanna before looking down at Lucy. His face changed and his eye brows were raised as he then turned to Lisanna.“I told you not to say things like that near Lucy.” He spoke. 

“Huh!?” Lucy exclaimed.“What is going on here!?”

Natsu quickly pushed Lucy out of the way before he approached Lisanna’s side and leant down giving Lisanna a quick peck on the lips. In turn Lisanna smiled and turned to speak to Lucy.

“Natsu loves me more, we were childhood sweethearts, he promised me that we would be married. This is also a petty excuse.” Lisanna turned to Natsu, who seemed to change character (due to bad writing, Natsu is now Majorly OC).

“Lucy it is true, I love Lisanna and as a bonus of me breaking up with you.” Natsu spoke, then clicked his fingers.
Suddenly Erza, and Gray were beside his side. “We are kicking you off the team because for some universal reason among Fairy Tail fanfictions you are too weak and Lisanna is better and stronger.” Gray and Erza spoke together.

Lucy stood in shock of the scenario. “What do you mean!?” Lucy shrieked. Everyone had gone insane, was she the only normal one anymore?

“Huh? What do you mean Lucy? I thought you would understand.” Natsu once again changed his character and his emotions within seconds, represented as dumb and immature.

“Whaa-?” Lucy couldn’t finish her sentence. All of a sudden people walked past her and ignored the blonde. Confused and baffled at the sudden change of the guilds behavior, Lucy attempted to talk to Mira, who completely ignored the Blonde’s attempts.

Sadly Lucy found her-self sitting with the only people in the guild who were closest to her excluding Natsu, Erza and Gray (brace yourself for a long list of characters whom FF authors seems to favor most) Wendy, Gajeel,  Levy, Happy, Carla, Pantherlily, Romeo, etc (insert minor characters in here).

“I don’t get it.” Lucy rubbed her temples, this whole scenario was so–out of this world and completely not the behavior of what the guild would act like, let alone Natsu.
“It’s okay Lu-chan. I know people will remember you soon.” Levy comforted the Blonde. “What people have forgotten about me now?” Lucy shrieked.

Mira turned around and pointed directly at Lucy.“YOU’RE WEAK AND STUPID, WE MUST HARM YOU NOW AS YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING, BUT DUE TO THIS FANFICTION IT HAS TO WORK. EVERYONE ATTACK!” Mira screamed.

Lucy’s eyes widened  in awe as people turned to face her and started throwing beer jugs, plates, and food at the blonde. Stumbling to get up, Lucy raced outof the guild hall, running straight to her cosy home on Strawberry Street.

“I’m so confused.” Lucy puffed as she slid down her bedroom door. “That all happened so fast…”
Moving over to her bedside table, she looked at the picture of Natsu and her just taken a month ago. Confused, Lucy sat on her bed. “This has to be a funny joke.”
A tapping at her window awoke the blonde from her thoughts. There on the window sill was Natsu, dark, broad and a bit menacing. “I hope you have come to apologize.” Lucy puffed, hands on hips.

Natsu licked his lips, eyes narrowing in on her.“It’s dragon mating season and your my mate.”
Lucy raised an eyebrow and opened the window.“What did you say?" 

Natsu pounced on top of the blonde. "I’m now a feral character who is now going to – (explicit) – to you.”

Lucy in shock laid her eyes wide open, she then shook her head to wake herself up. "I don’t think so mister! First you go and cheat on me, dump me, kick me off the team, ignore me, bash me and then come crawling back for some –(explicit)–, I don’t think so mister!”

Natsu snarled at the blonde, “That’s not a good idea.” Just as he was about to –(explicit)– on the blonde, a majestic glowing woman released a dramatic “Noo!” from her lips.

“Stay where you are!” The woman spoke, arm raised.
Lucy’s jaw dropped, as she looked between Natsu and the woman.“Who are you!? How did you get in my house!?”

Lucy pointed to Natsu, then gestured to the woman. “Do you know her?”
Natsu shrugged and relaxed a bit, nothing like how he was a second ago. He climbed off the blonde. “Never seen her in my life.”

“I have sensed your heart ache, from what has happened to you.” The woman spoke before Lucy interrupted her.

“Who me?” Lucy pointed to herself.

“Yes, yes shh now.” The woman hushed her quickly before dramatizing her next sentence.“Your heart ache has called me here. You are also of age now. Your mother was the Queen of dragons and asked me to protect you, you are now going to be the Queen of dragons yourself, after an odd number of six years of training.”

“What? Queen of dragons? You knew my mother?” Lucy exclaimed, slightly suspicious.

“Of course I know your mother, Ashliegh.”

“Layla.”

“Yes yes that’s what I said.”

Lucy’s eyebrows furrowed as she turned to look at Natsu sitting next to her whom seemed, interested in the conversation. He in turn looked back at Lucy and shrugged his shoulders. “What do you mean six years of training?”

“You will train to become a elemental or celestial dragon slayer, depending on what the reader wants.” The woman spoke dramatically.

“Readers? Wha–”

“Shh shh doesn’t matter, you must come with me now so you may train.” The strange woman spoke, and she leaned and grabbed Lucy’s wrist.

“I’m not going anywhere with you! You nut job for all I know you could be the city’s current serial killer!” Lucy protested, hitting the woman’s hand at the same time.

The woman, hovered in a pause before releasing the blondes hand. “Actually I have another appointment else where.” She moved to the door before looking back at Lucy and Natsu. “You never saw me.”

Staring at the door, Lucy shook her head before turning to Natsu. “Can you go? It’s been a messed up  day today.”

“Uh, no. I hate you still for no reason and I am now going to attack you in a terrible manner.” Natsu sneared at the blonde

“Wha–!”
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Lucy awoke in her room, it was dark, and the only light was the moonlight that fled through her slightly parted curtains. The moonlight shone down on the picture of herself with Natsu on the bedside table.

 Looking around the room, Lucy smiled in relief to know that this was reality.

It was just a dream.

A weird messed up completely out of character dream.

Rolling over in her bed to face the window, Lucy was greeted by a sleepy Nastu.

“Are you okay Luce?” He mumbled in a tired state.

Lucy nodded in reply, snuggling herself into his chest. “Just a dream.”

“Nightmare?”
“Just a mixture of weirdness and my vivid imagination.”

Lucy felt Natsu smile against her forehead. Her kissed her there, before ensuring the arms snaked around Lucy’s waist was tight, and protective.

“Tell me about it in the morning, for now I’m–Natsu yawned– tired…” Natsu dozed off again as he cuddled her close to his body.

Lucy smiled and drifted off herself, comfortable, safe and warm in his loyal arms.

New In Town

Originally posted by barbaratrey

Request: Would u do a Sebastian imagine where the reader is new in town and Sebastian like shows her around and he ends up finding out she joined glee club at McKinley and he is worried she will find out what all he’s done to them

Notes: Okay sorry this took forever, I’ve just been more busy lately. Sebastian isn’t really fully in character in this one, but it was as close as I could get with following the request. Hope you enjoy!

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memory/desire: part iii

title: memory/desire
summary: When Adrien is seventeen, Ladybug dies. Nearly six years later, Marinette Dupain-Cheng comes home to Paris. (ao3)    

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march, 2017

Stay back, I’ll call you when I’ve got the akuma.

The girl nods jerkily, scrambling to find cover. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, Plagg hisses in his mind, but Chat Noir doesn’t care. It has been two and a half weeks, and every night Chat fruitlessly chases any trail that might lead him to Hawk Moth. Before, he and Ladybug had simply reacted; now, Adrien hunts.

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anonymous asked:

4,7,8,10,13,29,32,31,14,20,27,28 Kentin and Armin uwu

(Sorry for lack of posts recently, I’m dealing with some pretty screwed up drama right now and I’ve been in such a bad mood the past four days omg. Anyway, I added a few numbers for Kentin because some other anons requested a few numbers that weren’t listed so why not kill two birds with one stone right?)

Kentin

2: If they like reading, and if so their fave book

He doesn’t read often because it’s hard for him to find a book that he really likes. But he does have a favorite, and that would be Gregor the Overlander, the main character is inspiring to him. (guys seriously read the book it’s so amazing omg it’s got like 5 parts and I cried it’s by Suzanne Collins so if you liked the Hunger Games you’ll love this even more in my opinion)

4: Their favorite way to waste time

Kentin likes to either work out or bake. If he has absolutely nothing to do he goes for a run, and if that’s not possible he likes to bake cookies, brownies, cake, etc. He’s also fairly good at decorating cakes!

5: Their favorite type of music

He likes soft music like this, and sometimes he’ll am to the occasional pop song.

7: Their happiest memory

His favorite memory is from military school, he made a really good friend while he was there and they bonded like no other. They kept each other going through all of it and they were there for each other when no one else was. This is his happiest because he finally made a friend that he didn’t feel like was only there because they pitied him or anything.

8: Their most embarrassing moment

In the game it’s mentioned that he got bullied before, so back in middle school or something he got his pants pulled down in front of everybody by this jerk that was constantly pestering him. He’s still planning his revenge.

10: Their best childhood memory

When he was little his dad used to carry him around on his shoulders all the time and run around the house. His dad would also let him put on his military clothes, and he would teach him some cool fighting moves.

13: Their biggest regret

His biggest regret is letting other people take advantage of him and taking what others say too seriously. He still has problems with this but it was really bad before and he just wants to let people know they can just run him over anymore

14. Their biggest fear

The boy is afraid of heights y’all.

16. Their calming techniques

When he’s really nervous about something he likes to isolate himself from everyone else and sit down, taking really deep breaths. He counts to 3 in between every intake. When he’s really pissed off this doesn’t work well so he goes to a gym and finds a punching bag, or he goes for a really long run.

17. How they cope with nightmares

He doesn’t really do anything to make himself feel better, he just kind of lays there and stares at the ceiling until sleep takes over again but if it was that bad then if he can he might just go for a walk, even though it’s like 3 AM

20. If they collect things, if so what

I don’t see Kentin being a collector of anything but if he did he might have been one of those kids that try to collect all the boy scout badges (he was in boy scouts you can’t tell me otherwise)

27. How they sleep

He’s a very touchy person if that makes sense, so he needs to be holding on to something. If you’re with him then he likes to hold you in his arms and spoon, or lay his head on your chest like he’s a little kid. If he’s alone he has a pillow next to him and holds onto that with one arm, while his legs are sprawled out.

28. How they hug

His hugs a very warm and affectionate, no matter who you are. He doesn’t just hug anyone so when he does, it’s the nicest, cuddliest hug ever. He wraps you up in his arms and hold you tight, with his chin at the top of your head. If you’re just a friend, he does the same thing but he doesn’t do the chin thing and he doesn’t hug you as tightly.

29. How they express love

Did this in a previous post~ here.

31: If they found out they only had one day to live

He would spend it with Candy, and his family. And just try his best to keep them in high spirits. Later he’d like make an announcement to anyone who bullied him and tell them off like he’s always wanted to do, letting them know that he’s better than all of them. (I really dislike this number it’s so hard to come up with things for it omg)

32. If they were faced with a genie what they’d use their three wishes for and why

Wish 1. To become more confident in himself, because he hates how insecure he is

Wish 2. To be successful, all he wants to do is live a happy and stable life, and he wants his dad to be proud of him no matter what he chooses to become.

Wish 3. The formula for Nutella, he loves that stuff man.

(I just don’t see him wishing for materialistic things tbh)

Armin

4. Their favourite way to waste time

If he’s not playing video games of course, he really finds joy in taking those stupid Quotev quizzes, like “Which character are you?” and he likes making quizzes for the games he plays.

7. Happiest memory

You know what I have no freaking idea man…. I would say when he was adopted but we don’t even know the full story behind that sooo. And that’s also pretty basic… I’ll edit this part later if I think of something

8. Most embarrassing moment

Okay you know what, I didn’t intend for this to be NSFW so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted to read but I whole-heartedly believe that he has been caught more than once jacking it off to some porn site by his mother or brother. His dad just knows to knock from now on but the other two don’t listen.

10. Their best childhood memory

When he was younger he and his brother used to pull pranks on people and switch places. I headcanon Alexy has naturally black hair so this was before he decided dye it, and no one really paid attention to their eye color until their mom found out what they were doing and called them out on their bullshit.

13. Their biggest regret

Hmm, well I don’t really know honestly. Maybe he regrets not going out as much as he should have. They never really spoke about their school before they arrived to Sweet Amoris (or did they, I can’t remember) so maybe he didn’t really have a lot of close friends since he’s like, low-key an introvert? So he just wishes he go out there more I guess.

14. Biggest fear

Low-key afraid of bugs but would never admit it. Also really afraid of losing his twin, I feel like they had separation anxiety when they were younger (me and my younger sis had that too omfg I used to cry whenever she wasn’t with me)

20. If they collect things, if so what?

He likes to collect figurines of characters for his games and shows. He’s probably a walking dead fan so he has all the figures of almost every character.

27. How they sleep

He’s always sprawled out all over his bed, lying on his stomach but occasionally his back. Don’t expect him to cuddle with you all night because he gets extremely hot while he’s sleeping so the most he’ll do is putting his leg on top of yours. He also cannot sleep without a blanket, so if it’s hot he’s the “one leg out” kind of guy.

28. How they hug

His hugs are very tight and welcoming, they make you feel comfortable because it’s just so nice. He kind of lifts you off your feet a little bit just because. They are also unexpected sometimes, like he’ll just run up on you screaming your name and tackle you with a bear hug

29. did this already for all guys~

31.If they only had one day to live how would they spend it?

 He would spend the day with his family and really close friends and wouldn’t complain one bit if they forced him to go outside. He’d actually want to go out somewhere this time, to make them happy. He wants to let them know how much he loves them all. “Alexy, I know you hate my clothes but I’m leaving my wardrobe to you, you’ll make good use out of it.” He’d probably try to drag everyone to a comic con if he could.

32. Genie, what would they wish for and why.

Wish 1. To be a professional game tester, because that’s what he does all day anyway so why not make money off of it?

Wish 2. For his brother to become whatever the heck it is he wants to be, he wants his bro to be happy y’all. 

Wish 3. For all other kids who are currently in foster care or anything to find really amazing parents who love them no matter what, so they can be happy

How to Play a Player (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

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A/N- (For anyway who didn’t read the announcement post, this is the first part of a seven part fic that I’ll be updating either daily or every other day until iit’s finished :)

I IN NO WAY CONDONE PULLING SOMETHING LIKE THIS. Yes, I made up the to do list myself, so there’s no guarantee it would actually work in a real situation. It’s also kind of a dick move, and you’ll probably end up hurt more than whoever you’re trying to play. But for the sake of this fic it’s totally gonna be a thing lmao)



How does it feel, Alex?” you asked, pissed off by the tears filling your eyes.

“How does what feel?”

“Being the biggest asshole in the world! How is it?! Is it nice?!” You shouted into his car.

“Whatever.” he sighed. Alex rolled his window up and drove down the street, without even looking at you.  You stood in front of your house. It was quiet. The lamp across the street flickered sporadically until the light disappeared completely. You were alone.


Lights were flashing. Music was beating in your chest. Alcohol pulsed through your veins. You were starting to sweat, but you showed no signs of stopping. It was more than a good time. You felt alive and free.

“Y/N.” your best friend, Peggy, whisper-shouted in your ear. You paused dancing and turned to her with a puzzled expression. She looked worried, biting her lip and everything. “Don’t freak out, but…your ex is here.”

Your heart started to pound. Her tone told you exactly who, but you wanted to ask anyway. You leaned down to her ear. “Which one?” you tried to say nonchalantly.  She pulled away and gave you an obvious look.

“Alexander! He’s over there!” Your eyes roamed across the crowded night club. Sure enough, Alexander was sitting on one of the couches with some girl. She looked wildly different from you. Completely different hair, height, body shape. She couldn’t be more different. It made sense. Alexander Hamilton went for anything he could get.

You rolled your eyes, despite the sick feeling in your stomach. “I don’t give a shit!” you shouted to your friend. “He’s just some douche bag player! Not worth stressing over!”

Peggy smiled confidently and held her drink up. “Hell yeah!” You clinked your glass against hers and downed the rest of your drink, setting the empty cup down on a nearby table. When you turned back around there was a very handsome and very tall man staring at you. You smirked and held you hand out.

“Y/N.” you told him, with a slight glance to Peggy who was practically cheering you on. You held your hand out for the man to shake, but instead he brought it gently to his lips.

“Gilbert.”

Holy accent. “Where are you from, Gilbert?”

“Chavaniac, France.”

Your eyes widened and despite yourself you let out a breathy “Wow.”

He smirked and, still holding your hand, pulled you further onto the club’s dance floor. “Voulez-vous danser avec moi?”

You had no idea what he’d said, but his hands were on your waist, so you went with it. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you started to sway to the beat of some random R&B song, but you couldn’t help looking over Gilbert’s shoulder at Alexander.

He had an annoyed expression on his face, and the girl next to him looked heartbroken.

Really? Again?

Alex said something, and her face scrunched up in anger. The girl stood quickly and slapped Alexander hard across the face. She grabbed her purse and marched away. You let out a small laugh at Alex’s shocked face, and Gilbert looked at you.

“What is funny?” The poor boy looked thoroughly confused.

You waved your hand in the air. “Nothing.” You smirked and pressed your body closer to him, determined to forget  that Alex was even on the same planet as you, let alone a few yards away. Gilbert’s eyes widened in amusement and the two of you continued to dance.

The song changed, and you were just starting to get into the faster beat when someone’s voice interrupted you.

“Hey Laf, I think I’m gonna head out.” Gilbert turned around, and you had to keep your reaction to a minimum when you saw him. He was holding the side of his face, which twisted from a sour expression to confused one the moment he saw you.

“Y/N?”

You plastered on the biggest smile you could, “Wow, hey Alex!” You turned to Gilbert. “You know him?”

Gilbert sighed. “Unfortunately.” He winked at you. You giggled and looked up at Gilbert, very conscious of Alex’s stare.

Don’t break, Y/N. Don’t get angry.

Alex looked your frame up and down. You became all too aware of how form fitting the dress you’d chosen for tonight was. “How’ve you been, Y/N?” His dark eyes were confident, but he definitely had the red imprint of a hand forming on his face.

“I’ve been great.” You straightened your shoulders and crossed your arms. “I got a promotion at work, so I moved into a bigger apartment.” You noted how his eyes widened slightly at these words. It sent a surge of confidence through you.

“Really? That’s…great.”

You smiled sweetly. “Yeah, life’s been pretty good.” You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around to see Pegs.

“Hey Jamie’s having a thing at his house, and they want you there.” she said.

Jamie? Who the hell is- You studied at Peggy’s face. Oh! 

“Of course they do.” you sighed. “Okay I’m coming.” You turned to Gilbert, took his phone out of his pocket–to his shock– and put your number in before turning away with an off-hand “Later Alex.”

Once you two were a good distance away from them, you sighed so deeply you nearly collapsed. “Thanks.” you mumbled to Peggy.

“No problem.” She edged you further out of the club. “Getting rid of your asshole ex-boyfriends is my specialty.”

You both stepped into the cool air outside the club. “I don’t even miss him. Just the fact that he exists bothers me.” you explained.

Peggy hailed a cab while laughing. “I know the feeling.”


A short ride in a smelly cab later and you were laying in your bed trying to fall asleep. Your phone chimed loudly. You groaned and decided that you would ignore it, but then it rang a second time a minute later. Sighing in defeat, you unplugged it from it’s charger. Two texts. From Alex.

It was really great bumping into you today :)

You wouldn’t be down to hang out sometime would you?

You could not believe that bastard. Did he actually think he could just waltz into your life again? You’d heard all the stories about him, but he had convinced you that you were different, and special, as if he hadn’t said that to every girl he was with. And then he just left you. Stranded on the side walk, cold and alone. 

This wasn’t the first time this had happened either. When he broke up with the girl that he’d left you for, Alex tried to contact you, and if you hadn’t been out of the country, you probably would’ve fallen for it. Hell, he has just played another girl that night! Someone needed to teach the boy a lesson.

That’s when it hit you. You would be special to Alex. You would be the one who finally showed him what it’s like.

You were going to play Alexander Hamilton.  

Your body shot out of bed. Suddenly very awake, you grabbed your laptop and opened a new tab. Keeping in your habit of pre-googling and thing you did, you typed into the search engine

How to break a player’s heart

Instantly millions of webpages popped up. You picked the first one that seemed legit and applied to your situation. Skipping past the opening paragraph you got right to the to-do list.

1. Ignore Him

Typical players love to think the have the entire population wrapped around their finger. By resisting his charms and playing it cool, you’ll peak his interest. He’ll start to notice you more, see you as a challenge. Players love a challenge.


2. Be Interesting

If you want to make this player see as more than a nice lay, you have to be exciting, and most importantly, be independent. Of players rely on their “prey” to make them feel good about themselves. If you show you select “bad boy”, that you’re perfectly happy, capable, and adventurous without him, he’s gonna want to be a part of that life.

3. Slowly Let Him In

Let him know that the interest is there. If you totally shut him down, he might give on and move on. If he recognizes that you see him, notice him, and still haven’t fallen for him yet, it’ll edge him on further

4. Make Sure He Knows You Aren’t His

Once you start spending a bit more time with your player of choice, let him see you having fun with other people. He sees you with your friends and he thinks that your fun and interesting, and if they’re a little more than friends, even better. Let him get jealous. He doesn’t have a claim on you. You’re free to hang out, drink, dance, etc. with anyone you want. He’s not the only one on your radar. He has to work for it.

5. Know When To Quit

If your real goal is to give the player a taste of his own medicine, know when to cut him loose. You have to leave him right at the peak of his affection for you. He needs to feel the sting and hurt that he’s made so many others feel.

Most Important Thing

Do NOT sleep with your player. Absolutely do not do this. The moment you’re in bed with him, he’s already thinking about the next girl he can sack and you’ve lost the game. That’s how players are, they work and work until they get what they want, and then they’re done and gone.

You sighed and pushed your laptop away. It seemed easy enough. Just be inaccessible. You could do that. You glanced at your phone sitting on the bed next to you.

You hadn’t texted him back yet, and now you weren’t planning to. You fell asleep bed feeling confident and guilt-free, with a game plan forming in your head. 

Step One. Ignore him. 

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Companion piece to “Bruise.”

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Lance makes a promise that night with the echo of a longing ringing about his head; he sighs it to the stars, to the comet dust, to the void—for Shiro, for the team, for the universe, his heart will go into a glass case and never open.

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Don’t Hate The Player (Laurens x Reader)

TW: Swearing. That’s it??

Summary: High school AU

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You walk down the hall of your new school. You transferred a little over a few weeks ago and already knew who was who. You swipe another coat of red lipstick on as you take your seat in the back of the English class. In front of you was Thomas Jefferson, big flirt but never acted on anything. To your right was Peggy Schuyler; she was harder to figure out. She was quiet and mostly forgotten. She looked strickenly similar to Maria Reynolds from your old school. To your right was John Laurens, resident rich fuckboy. He had a new girl hanging off his arm every week. He pulled out his Beats headphones and started listening to music. You lean back in your chair and rest your head on the wall. You’re pulled out of your trance when Alexander Hamilton walks into class, ten minutes late, and slams the door.

“Sorry, Mr. Miranda,” he mutters as he takes his seat in the front row.

Mr. Miranda rolls his eyes and sighs while reciting the same script from every morning, “Do you have a late note, Mr. Hamilton?”

Alexander opens his notebook. “No sir, but it wasn’t my fault. Burr wouldn’t stop talking to me abou-”

“Frankly, Mr. Hamilton, I don’t care.” He looks up from entering attendance. “Pull out Lord of the Flies and finish your essay on symbolism. If you finish early peer grade it.”

You resume your position and try to sleep. You barely close your eyes before someone taps on your shoulder. You open your eyes to see Mr. Miranda standing over you. “Miss (L/N). Please, finish your essay. I would hate for you to get kicked out of another school.”

You roll your eyes but reach into your bag and pull out a finished essay. “I didn’t get kicked out because of my grades,” you mutter.

He takes the essay and skims over it. “Wow, this is incredible. I’m surprised a school would kick someone with such talent out.”

“I beat a kid up.”

“May I ask why?”

“She was being a bitch,” you state blatantly.

He raises his eyebrows.

“She was being- to be polite- a generic uneducated privileged bitch who says whatever her daddy tells her to.”

He nods slightly and changes the subject. “Since your essay is so good, I’ll let you help Mr. Laurens who, presumably, has not read the book.” He yanks John’s headphones and takes his phone, telling him that he’ll give it back at the end of the day.

John looks at you in awe. His signature smirk is gone.

“What?” you ask.

He shakes his head, gaining his smirk. “Just help me.”

“Fine.” You read over his outline and laugh. “Piggy symbolizes the pigs on the island,” you read aloud. You put the paper down. “You didn’t read the book, did you?”

He shakes his head. “I got to Chapter Three. I just don’t see the point in reading the book. Everybody dies.”

You shake your head. “I hated the book, but at least, I can recognize that there is so much more to it.”

“Mr. Laurens,” Mr. Miranda calls from across the room. “Let Miss (L/N) help you. One more failing grade and you fail the class.” John blushes and murmurs, “Meet me in the art wing during lunch,” before picking up the book and annotating.

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You grab your tray from the cafeteria and head down to the art wing. You step over the emos and kids doing last minute homework. You spot John sitting in the corner between the band and choir rooms. He smiles and waves you over. “So, I finished Chapter Twelve. What the fuck just happened?!”

You giggle and sit next to him. “Ready to start on your essay?”

He pulls his binder out of his backpack. Just as he starts to talk to you about the essay, his latest whore walks over to you two. She’s wearing a tight skirt that barely covers her ass and a shirt that leaves little to the imagination. She drops down next to John, running her hand down his chest. “John? When are you going to be done?” She brings her mouth closer to his ear. “I miss you.” You roll your eyes as he responds, “Martha, I’m done with you.”

She gasps and stands up. “Fine! Move onto your next whore! See if I care!”

He smirks. “As you wish.”

She scoffs and storms away. John turns back to you. “So, I was thinking-”

“Oh really?” you mutter.

He ignores your comment and continues to tell out about his plan for the essay. You nod every once in a while or tell him that you don’t like something. About halfway through lunch, he sets the essay next to him and starts actually talking to you. “What did that girl say that made you want to hurt her?”

You raise your eyebrows.

“I heard you talking to Mr. Miranda. I thought you got kicked out of your old school because of your grades. I never thought someone could make you so angry.”

“She was just being a bitch, okay?”

“Please, I’ve seen you talk to bitches without hurting them. What happened?”

You grab your bag. “It’s none of your business.”

“Just tell me!”

You suddenly stand up. “If you want help on your essay, you’re going to have to be less of a dick.”

“Wait! (Y/N)!” He stands up and starts to run after you, but the bell stops his attempts to talk to you.

You race down the stairs to physics, thankful that you’re last two classes have no trace of John.

When you leave your last class, John is waiting for you by your locker. How he knew which one was yours you will never know.

You push passed him. “What do you want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

You roll your eyes. “Why? Because you think I can be your next whore. Please, I respect myself more than that.” You grab your math book and slam your locker shut. The John standing over you looks nothing like the John you know. His smirk is gone; his shoulders are hunched. “Please, (Y/N),” he begs. “I-I just want to talk to you.”

You do feel a little guilty, but you ignore the feeling as you push past him. He grabs your arm. This time you can’t get away. “Please?” He’s on the verge of tears. You nod.

“Why did you beat her up?”

You let our a breathy laugh. “You’re still on this?”

“Yes. Please, just tell me.”

“Will you leave me alone?”

He nods.

“Fine. She was making fun of this guy because he was gay.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

He nods. “I was expecting something more.”

“Why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I just don’t feel that that’s a good reason to kick someone out. Does she still go there?”

You nod.

“Why?”

You shrug. “If that’s all you wanted, I’m going to leave.”

He grabs your arm once again. “I’d like your number. So we could, uh, work on the essay. I still need a ton of help.”

You see through his shitty excuse but give him your number anyway and walk away, leaving him with his mouth agape in the middle of the hall.

He texts you not even an hour later saying, “Hey, (Y/N), it’s John. I was wondering if you could meet me at Panera after school tomorrow to work on the essay.”

You smile and reply, “Yeah. I’d love to.”

You don’t talk to John much during the day. You’re not surprised, though. A guy like him makes a new date every day; it’s hard to keep track of who is next. Still, you show up at Panera and order a tea and pastry. You take a seat near the front of the cafe and wait for John to show up. Just as you get ready to leave, John shows up. “(Y/N)! I’m so sorry I’m late. I was just getting you these.” He hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You smile and take the flowers from him. “These are my favorite. Thank you so much. Why did you get them, though?”

“I-well-I wanted to d something nice for you since you’ve been helping me with the essay.” It’s unusual to see John this flustered. Actually, now that you think about it, he’s been acting this way since you started helping him.

“Why did you really do this?”

He nervously glances around. “I just wanted to be nice.”

“You’ve fucked every girl in the school; being nice has never been your priority.”

“I haven’t fucked you.” He immediately covers his mouth. “That’s not what I meant! I just meant that I-ugh- I can’t make this better, can I?”

You giggle. “Depends, what were you going to say next?”

“Do you want to see a movie?”

You lean over the table and quickly kiss him. “Of course.”

He looks shocked but tries to play it cool. “Y-yeah. Great. Tomorrow after school?”

“Sounds perfect.”

~~~

The next day you are practically skipping out to the parking lot. You are unbelievably excited for your date with John. Sure, he acted like an ass in the past, but you can tell that he wouldn’t dream of hurting you.

Mr. Miranda pulls you out of your daze. “Miss (L/N), what’s got you all excited?”

You blush. “Oh, uh, it’s nothing.”

“You’re pretty excited about nothing.”

You blush even more. “Is that all you stopped me for?”

“Actually, I wanted to thank you. Mr. Laurens’s grades have started to improve greatly. I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but keep it up.”

You smile. “I plan to.” You turn to meet John, but Mr. Miranda calls after you. “Also, I know it’s none of my business, but you need to be wary around him.” You quickly turn back.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard of his reputation-” you nod- “I don’t want someone like you to be hurt.”

“What do you mean ‘someone like you’?”

“Just, you’ve been quicked out of quite a few schools. You’re incredibly brilliant, but you seem to have gone through more than your fair share of hardships . You don’t deserve to be hurt again.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I can handle myself.

"I know you can.”

You head out to the parking lot a lot slower than you originally did, processing what Mr. Miranda said. You don’t get very far before you see John pinned against the lockers, kissing Martha. You can’t stop the tears that fall down your face. He sees you before you have the chance to leave. John chases you down the hall to the art wing.

“(Y/N),” he pants, “I promise. It wasn’t what it seemed.”

“Can it! I don’t want to hear the shitty 'she came onto me’ excuse! I should have listened when everyone told me you would do this!”

“But, it’s true. She did come onto me. I swear, I never wanted to hurt you. I care too much about you. I-I’m sorry.” His voice breaks and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. “Please, forgive me.”

You stay quiet for a moment. Even if he did kiss Martha, he felt awful about it. You lean up to kiss him. He’s a bit taken aback, but he wraps his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. When you pull away,he asks if you still want to go to the movie. You giggle and kiss him once more before telling him that there was no way you weren’t going.

Ripple

Summary: Phil has a cheating boyfriend. Dan is a poet with a crush, facing an ultimatum.

Genre: University AU (poet!Dan)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, swearing, many elements of angst, implied smut, vague implication of abuse (only two lines)

Word Count: 33.6k

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Never Drinking Again

Summary: Emma Swan wakes up on her 21st birthday with no recollection of what happened the night before. All she has to piece everything together are her Snapchat story and a handsome stranger. (Drunken Snapchat story AU)

Rating: T (for some language and hinting at sexual situations).

Word Count: ~1950

A/N: We all have that one friend who always snaps while drunk. This was inspired by such a friend ( @amorecolorfulmoniker) and was a request by @smorgan4. I love this one-shot so damn much. Thank as always to my beta @biancaros3. And I made my own (basic af) banner, guys!!!


“Fuck me…”

Emma groaned as she awoke, the sunlight streaming through the apartment’s window right into her eyes. Her head was pounding, and her mouth was dry. As her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, she realized two things: that she was in her bra and underwear, and that it was not her bed.

What a way to wake up on your 21st birthday.

She sat up too quickly, the pain in her head worsening. She placed the palm of her hand on her forehead, willing the pain away but to no avail.

“Morning, love,” a husky accented voice called out.

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did someone say post-finale kanera/space family headcannons? no? well to bad

  • Hera’s the one who drags Kanan back to the Ghost and patches him up. She’s gentle - like extremely gentle - as in she removes her gloves and moves with the utmost care and delicacy that she can possibly manage
  • Getting the bandages off takes a lot of time because unfortunately the bandages got a bit…stuck to his face
    • it’s a painful process and Kanan is gripping Hera’s waist as a grounding point the whole time
    • normally Hera would say something about that, but she gets it
    • she’s trying REALLY hard not to cry once the bandages are removed completely because his eyes are just…gone
    • she ends up sitting there for like an hour just washing the skin around his eye sockets, being as gentle as possible
    • once all the excess blood and gore has been washed off it’s really actually not too unbearable to look at
  • Hera doesn’t want to wrap up his eyes just yet because “they need a little bit of air first, love” and “i know it stings but just hang in there”
    • and Kanan wants to cry because it just hurts so much but he can’t even cry anymore and that’s just so frustrating and makes him want to cry even more but he can’t
    • Hera doesn’t know what to do because a kiss and gentle words can’t fix this and she just feels so useless
    • but she can’t help it because they were only gone for like two days and there were so many moments she was so sure she would never see Kanan or Ezra again
      • and she really hates her choice of words but the vocabulary is just so against her and it doesn’t help at all
    • and she wants to do something so she takes Kanan’s face gently between her hands and just lightly rubs her thumbs across his cheekbones
    • he’s leaning into her touch and she’s getting so emotional just staring at him looking so helpless and so broken
    • and then she’s kissing him for the first time in what feels like forever
      • and he’s kissing her back but it’s slightly clumsy because Kanan’s still disoriented and not entirely sure where her mouth is at first
      • Hera keeps her hands on his face and guides his lips against her own because she knows they both need this now more than ever
    • but after a few minutes of messy kisses - and yeah maybe they both somehow wind up shirtless - Hera’s perched on Kanan’s lap and just hugging him
      • his chest is still warm and his ponytail’s been pulled loose so she can run her fingers through his hair and his hand are settled on her hips
      • it all feels so familiar but the emotions charging the cabin are just so depressing because they know that things won’t be entirely the same
      • and suddenly Kanan gets this idea
      • his hands are suddenly roaming carefully up the sides of Hera’s torso, ghost like and gentle and there’s so much tender love behind the gesture that Hera can’t help but gasp
      • he gets to her shoulders and traces down the length of her arms to Hera’s elbows before his hands wander back up to her shoulders and dance across her collarbone
      • Hera’s just sitting there, watching Kanan’s mouth, trying to avoid his eyes as his hands slide up her neck and cup her cheeks before they wander to the base of her lekku
      • she has to try really hard to not fidget too much as his fingers brush down the skin of her lekku before he encircles her waist in his arms and pulls her a little closer
      • his mouth is by her cheek when he whispers, “yep, still beautiful,” in the softest, most fondest voice he has ever used
      • and Hera just loses it, sobbing into his shoulder as he holds her for what feels like hours
  • In the following days, Hera’s the one taking care of Kanan’s bandages, leading him around the ship until he can get a solid mental picture of it
    • he’s already got a pretty decent one from all the years spent on board but he’s still sketchy on a few finer details
    • like there are certain ruts and bumps in the floors that he never bothered to notice before, corners that stick out farther than he thinks they do, etc.
  • and they try to make sure that everyone leads Kanan around at some point, because this is something they all need to adjust to, not just Kanan
    • Sabine’s the first to volunteer, knowing that this must be hard for Kanan and she just honestly never thought he would end up like this
    • they talk quietly for a long time in the galley, and one of the first things out of Kanan’s mouth is an apology
      • “I’m sorry I won’t be able to see your work anymore, Bean”
      • and Sabine almost hits him because that should not be your priority in this situation
      • but she refrains because she knows he’s just trying to find a way to let her know that he still cares about her and what she does even if he can’t see it anymore
    • Zeb usually just tries to help Kanan find a way to “see” the game board in the common area because they’ll both be damned if they can’t still play a game every now and then
      • Zeb also starts secretly working with Sabine to create Sabacc cards that have raised images and numbers and symbols so Kanan can still play with them
      • Kanan feels like crying when they finally present the cards to him
      • he can still beat them and is very proud of this fact and it frustrates and confuses Zeb and Sabine because they weren’t going easy on him??
    • Hera usually helps Kanan adjust to the co-pilot’s panel and the buttons because she knows that one of the kids won’t always be able to sit with her during a mission
      • they talk about stuff…a LOT
      • everything from Ezra, to Sabine and Zeb, to how they want to run missions, to how Kanan’s loss of eyesight will effect his everyday life
      • they talk about nothing, about old friends, old missions, about what Chopper broke that day
      • mostly they just sit in comfortable silence with Kanan’s hand tracing Hera’s knuckles to the point where he can accurately describe to someone the width between her middle and second knuckle, how the skin dipping between those knuckles feels, the creases between her thumb and second finger etc.
    • Ezra is the hardest to approach, because every time the kid looks at Kanan, there’s this overwhelming feeling of guilt and anger just roiling inside of Ezra
      • Kanan tries really hard to talk to Ezra about it, he knows that that’s probably the best solution to the situation
      • but Ezra avoids Kanan like the plague for the first week and a half after they get back
      • eventually Kanan gets it out of the kid that he just wants revenge on Maul for what happened - for what he took
        • in Ezra’s mind, Maul is just another on the list of people who have taken things from him
      • Kanan makes a point to talk to Ezra almost every day about what happened until he’s sure that Ezra gets it that it’s not his fault and Kanan’s not mad at him and that he doesn’t have to take revenge
      • once a month Kanan will stand in front of Sabine and Ezra and trace his fingers over their jawlines, their cheekbones, noses, etc. and try to get a feel for how their appearances and heights are changing because he’ll be damned if he misses them growing up
    • Chopper tends to be very helpful, not as grumpy towards Kanan, and leads him around very carefully
      • Chopper once cursed out Hera on instinct when leading Kanan around because he thought she was trying to come after him
      • Hera had tried really hard to be mad at Chopper but she was just so amused and touched at how protective this cranky droid was being
  • just give me all the spacefamily and spaceparents dealing with Kanan’s blindness in the best way possible okay
My cure;Johnny

Genre: Lots of Angst , fluff at the end

Request: Ok so it’s 3:43 am and my mind decided to wander and now I’m depressed lolol and to help me and my deadass I would like to request some Johnny angst, where reader is depressed (me rn) and he helps¿ Please have it super angsty but end in fluff because I’m trash :)

Warning: mental illnesses ( depression , anxiety ) , broken family etc.

A/N: this is so important i stopped writing my other requests to attend to this one asap so anon im sorry if i took too long , PLEASE FEEL BETTER AND DONT HESITATE TO MESSAGE ME . depression isn’t simple and do seek profressional help if you need to , and as i’m trying to have it up asap to help you ,the storyline may be abit off so i sincerely apologise if it’s not what you wanted , stay strong and don’t have any wild thoughts

—-

The wind howled and the cool breeze hit the sides of your cheek . Trying to block out every single sound around you , you covered your ears and pulled your legs closer to you .

But nothing seemed to be working .

Today’s was much more worst and intense , and you didn’t know why . Every small little sound triggered your anxiety and you were now having difficulty breathing .

Your thoughts ran wild and you thought of every negative thing that happened to you . You felt your breathing quicken and your head about to burst from all the thinking.

You bit your lips when you cried out uncontrollably , wanting to stop but you couldnt .

You gripped the sides of your blankets and let your tears fall down your cheeks , staining your already wet shirt from all the sweating .

—-

“ Stop acting like you’re so superior , you’re merely just a child ” your mother shouted at you , when you tried to stop your parents from argueing , once again . You kept quiet and refrained from talking back .

“ Sometimes i wished you weren’t even born because all you ever do is cause us so many problems ” she said out once again to you , acting as though it was not much of a big deal .

You were 16 , you had trouble fitting into school yet your parents couldn’t care less .

“ Stop trying so hard to fit in , it’s so desperate ”

You moved out , you wanted to be alone . Yet nothing seemed to be getting better and you were really tired .

—-

Your phone rang for the 7th time , yet you couldn’t be bothered to pick up because you were so lost in your own thoughts .

The thoughts of the people around you slowly turning their back against you and betraying you made you afraid of trying again , and you were afraid that you’d lose everything you got now in just one day .

The uncertainty was always there and always would be .

The door of your bedroom slammed open and the silhouette of broad shoulders and a tall man could be seen standing at the door . The man turned on the lights and instantly rushed over to your side , putting your head in his chest .

You cried even more in his hold , his hands patting your back as he calmed you down ,

“ Y/N look at me , i’m here now , things are alright ”

Your arms wrapped around his neck , pulling him closer . His soothing and familiar voice managed to calm you down as your your breath slowly turned back to normal .

“ Everything’s alright babe ”

He offered you your favourite drink while he set the bath up for you , all while singing your favourite song to calm you down .

As soon as the bath was ready , he carried you and help you get comfortable in it .

Johnny was always there for you when you needed someone . He accepted you for who you were , despite your background and your emotional state . He promised to stay by you and never once left or made you doubt his promise . And you loved him dearly .

“ I’m sorry i got home late today , ” he said out , while he stared at you and massaging your back .

You gave a small smile and took a deep breath , glad that you were feeling a little better , “ It’s fine Johnny .. as long as you’re here . ”

“ Now think of how happy we are together , whenever we go on dates and we end up cuddling together . The number of times i tried to ask you out with my bad pick up lines back then but you still chose me . Imagine how happy we would be in the futyre with our children , our daughter looking as beautiful as you and our son , of course looking as good as me . ”

You laughed a little at his last sentence , as you gave him a peck on his hand .

The negative thoughts went away and Johnny was now filling them with memories of the both of you , making you smile and laugh since the both of you have been dating for quite a long time now .

—-

You buried your face in his neck and took in the fresh scent , as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly .

His hand taps your back lightly in a constant rhythm , as he sings into your ear softly .

As soon as he felt your grip on his body loosen , he pecked your forehead and pulled you closer .

Every night , he would only fall asleep after you do .

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{ one does not simply make another jealous }

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AU: Yakuza, Arranged Marriage
Pairing: Aomine x Reader
Genre: Slight angst
Words: 3068 words
A/N: Oh man, oh man, I had way too much fun with this. I went way overboard. But I really like how this one turned out so I hope you guys will too. Throwing it over to fluffy-knb-scenarios because you know you love me. Since I can’t write anything for the babe’s birthday, this will be his gift :)

If you see arranged marriages in romance novels, they always make it out to be so rough but then so sweet afterwards. The heroine who at first refuses to marry the hero falls madly in love with him, deliriously happy that she finally has her prince charming. The hero, who was once a cold man, feels his heart bloom with joy at the sight of his darling wife.

But real life wasn’t as perfect as those authors make it out to be.

Sure, you were in an arranged marriage. You had expected something more glamorous rather than have your husband hang around some back alley at one in the morning, but sometimes you just don’t have a choice. Sure, your husband was incredibly good looking. He had tanned skin, midnight blue hair and the sexiest of eyes. He could turn anyone putty in his hands with just his looks alone. But those eyes never seemed to come to you.

Aomine’s clan wouldn’t be considered powerful but it was quite influential. Aomine’s strength was enough to convince them of how potent they could be if they wanted to. Not to mention, he could charm the pants off anyone.

You floated around the room by Aomine’s side, greeting guests and girls who were once Aomine’s potential suitors. They gave you the stink eye and a nice hand squeeze whenever they came around. Aomine smiled and greeted everyone pleasantly, though not forgetting to give them a nice grip of warning whenever someone who he deemed his competition came around.

“Dai,” you sighed. “I’m getting kind of tired.”

His glance darted in between the crowd and you as if he was contemplating whether to stick with you or to continue on with the party. “Do you want to go take a nap? I can handle things here for a while.”

You smiled gratefully and nodded. “That’ll be nice. Thanks.” You pecked him on the cheek before moving away back to your room. Thankfully enough, the gathering was held at Aomine’s place so all you had to do was walk a few rooms away and you could finally rest.

Thing was, it was difficult to rest when a million thoughts were running through your mind per second. Worries upon worries piled in your head. Sometimes you wondered why Aomine even agreed to this marriage. You weren’t anything special and, sure, your parents were part of a decent yakuza but they weren’t the strongest. Sighing, you stared up the ceiling and wished to fall asleep as soon as possible.

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Robb Stark x Reader - Southern Heat

Robb Stark x Reader - Southern Heat

(Request): “Robb stark x reader where Joffrey wants to marry the reader but Robb and her are in love”

This is set in an AU where Robb went to King’s Landing in Season 1 with Arya and Sansa instead of staying in Winterfell, so I hope that’s fine. All of you, please tell me about your opinions on AUs, and whether you want me to make a list of possible AUs, (e.g.: modern AU, college AU, etc.), with a numbered system for you. Feel free to send me a message!

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Being engaged isn’t always a joyful experience for everyone. For Joffrey Baratheon, it was the height of merriment to be tied to a beauty such as yourself. Or, whatever his equivalent of merriment was. You weren’t so merry.

Your Northern home seemed aeons away, as you gazed dizzily out of the palace window in your chambers. The heat bothered you profusely, and you were yearning to get away from it.

Everywhere you went seemed to get hotter.

This didn’t halt your wandering thoughts, of course. Though he himself was from the cold, everything you set your eyes upon reminded you of him.

Of Robb Stark.

He was the man you were truly pining for; he made your heart burn so hotly that a heat seemed to rise and melt your otherwise hard expression when you were with him. Hotter than anywhere in the South.

You knew that it was hopeless, however. You would never be with Robb while you were betrothed to that wrathful Joffrey child. The heat that you felt when you were around Joffrey was a different kind of hotness: it was an uncomfortable stickiness which brought you closer to the ground and your perilous reality.

——

“Y/N!” A masculine voice called from behind you as you walked from your room. Facing it, you were greeted gladly with a rather jolly looking Robb Stark, looking trim in his tunic and leathers. He knew he could not show his affections in this public place, so he discreetly placed a warming hand on your shoulder and squeezed, a signal that you had coined to mean:

‘I love you.’

You repeated the gesture, then walked with him out into the courtyard. The cobblestones shined under the morning sun, looking for a second like rare stones covering the ground.

“You are rather vivacious this morning, Robb,” you commented, and he raised a thick eyebrow.

“Vivacious, eh?” He grinned, “I guess I am rather more lively now I have seen you-”

“-oh, stop it!” You laughed, and smiled back at him, “what’s the real reason for your mood?” He rolled his eyes; he knew that you wouldn’t give up looking for an answer.

“Fine,” he sat with you on a bench, and you could now see men moving around for morning practise, their swords newly shined by their various servants, “there’s a tourney later, and I can’t wait to beat some of these Southern knights to the ground,” but then he respectfully added, “I am happy to see you, of course.”

“Naturally,” you both laughed for a while, the heat starting to rise up within you. You then sat in silence for a while, revelling in each other’s company, but you had to break the silence; you had to mention the problem that you always tried hard not to address.

“The wedding is in three weeks now, Robb,” your words made him turn his head wildly.

“Three weeks?!”

“Please, Robb,” you hushed, “don’t make a fuss here.” Protest bubbled in his eyes, but then died down as he realised that you were right, “you know it has to happen. To deny the king is to-”

“-commit treason, I know.” His palm fell upon yours, and you observed it there for a moment, trying to capture the picture in your head because it would soon be gone forever, “we don’t have to think about it now.”

“But that’s it, we have to think about it.”

“Why?” He stood, “why must we think about something that will ruin our lives?”

“Because it cannot be prevented!”

Fury lay in the air like hot stones upon skin. The friction was unmistakable, and it was causing both of you so much pain that you couldn’t stay in each other’s company for much longer. Finally, with much regret, he had to turn and walk away, saving you more pain.

—–

Being summoned, you had to get to the Prince very fast, in order to not cause any problems. And with Joffrey, problems were usually all you experienced. You just couldn’t love someone so vile.

The Hound greeted you at the door to the hall. Well, when you say 'greeted,’ with the Hound, the best you ever received was eye contact, and even that was still terrifying.

Putting on your best fake smile, you prepared yourself to enter the room. You thought that trying to imagine that it was Robb instead of Joff would help, but it didn’t. When Robb was there, you could sense it; the Northern vibe reverberated in your bones. With Joffrey, on the other hand, you felt nothing but putrid misery, and the longing for another.

You walked into the hall slowly; stalling for time before you had to make contact with your betrothed. The echoes that your footsteps made on the reflective stone flooring kept you alert and aware that you were not on home soil, and with Joffrey, you never would be.

The boy himself sat in his usual lax way on his father’s seat, appearing quite pleased with himself as he often did. His pale Lannister hair was combed neatly back so none of it fell forth onto his ghostly face, and gold lined the clothing he wore with pride.

He really was a lion.

But lions were the most deceiving creatures, you prompted yourself, and as a wolf you would not be taken in by his mane of gold, for if you were, you would be in danger of seeing his claws of red also.

“Lady Y/N!” He spread his bony arms in a sign of greeting, and you pretended to widen your smile as you cringed your way into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Cersei, the narrow-eyed snake that was his mother, was on her way out, and touched Joff’s shoulder as she left, which always worried you. Still, she was gone, which made you slightly happier. It made the air less clammy.

“My Prince,” you hailed him with a curtsy, and he nodded his head in approval.

For the next hour, you were supposed to be discussing the wedding, but somehow, Joffrey managed to make the whole thing seem morbid and disgusting. He had a way of making everything about violence, whilst your beloved Robb tried to avoid it if he could, though when challenged to a fight he could take on any man.

This was the key difference between Robb and Joffrey: one hated the blood of battle but could withstand most of it, and the other one loved violence but never fought himself.

——

The balcony provided the both of you with shade away from the Southern heat, which was needed, especially at this time.

It was the closest to the North that you were going to get.

His solemn expression was unmistakable, and his Tully hair seemed to fade to a more Starkish hue to match the dark mood. His voice quaked through the shadowy atmosphere.

“Are you sure about this?” The quiver in his voice gave you goosebumps, a large contrast to the warmth you usually felt around him, “if we go through with this-”

“-Then we will both surely die, yes I know what will happen if we get caught.” Taking his hands in yours, you looked up to his cold eyes, “I just can’t marry Joffrey. I…can’t.” Robb Stark studied you face for a moment, which was still shiny from crying. He then let go of your hands and turned away briefly.

“Am I really worth defying the king?”

“Of course! Every day!” Your voice was solid with the truth in your words. You were going to escape this place, even if it meant through the end of a sword. Robb stared you in the eye again, and he knew then how serious you were about ending your predicament.

Your minds seemed to merge as one at that moment, for nothing, not even his brothers and sisters, mattered more to him than you, and you would never have anything more valuable than his hand in yours.

“I am ready, Robb.” He nodded back, not taking his eyes off of yours for even a second.

Not even to blink.

You would go back to the North together soon, no matter if you had to die to get there.