well this is rather confusing

Little Things

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A/N: This is my very bad attempt at something cute, but you know… Fluff isn’t my best. Also a bit different from what I’ve done in the past, so feedback would be great. I messed up the months, I’m aware. 

Word count: 3,405

Pickering, Canada
April 2024

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“Is That My Hoodie?” // Stanley Uris Imagine

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5. “Is that my hoodie?”

65. “Well, this is awkward.”

It was a colder summer night in Derry, Maine when the loser’s club was down at the Quarry. You were with them, and the eight of you spent the whole day swimming until the sun set. It was dark outside when you all decided to get out and dry off. You stumbled up to the top of the Quarry shivering from the cold breeze that lightly brushed against your skin.

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“I’m pregnant”

Originally posted by seaside-stars

Request:  Can I request 27 and 59 from the prompt list with Harry Hook please?

Character: Harry Hook (Descendants 2)

Word count: 1259

A/N: This is kind of how I imagine Harry really would react.

Warnings: None

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It just couldn’t be true. It couldn’t. At least not here. Not on the Isle.

The first symptoms showed a few weeks ago. At first you never thought much of it. You suggested it was something about the food and so did your dad, the Mad Hatter, after you vomited two times one day when you were helping him at his shop. After a while you went to a witch, Medeia, to talk with her about what was happenin. She was one of the best and a friend of your father from even before the island was turned into a prison for all the villains. You trusted her to tell you the truth and she always did. Although you loved the Isle, you didn’t wanted to spend your whole life there and you were more than happy to be friends with people who thought in the same way as you did. For years you’ve been best friends with Uma, Harry and Gil. For the last few years you’ve been dating Harry and even though you had your fights from time to time, you couldn’t have been more happier.  

“So how is your relationship with that pirate boy going?”Medeia asked you when you went to see her. It was no secret for anyone on the Isle that you and Harry were dating. Although Uma was the pirate queen, you were the “royal” couple there. But even than her question surprised you, because she had never asked such a thing before.

“Rather well I would say. Why?”You asked confused.

She got up from the table you were sitting at and went over to one of the shelves where some of her potions were.

“Are you feeling well these days?”She asked with her back at you, not turning around.

“Umm…”You were even more confused now.”Actually not really. Did my father told you something?””

“Oh no, darling. I never discuss our meetings with anyone, even with your father, you know that.”

“Well ,how did you know something’s wrong than?”

“A witch, remember?”She smiled at you, coming back to sit at the table. She slid a small bottle on the table and placed it in front of you.

“What’s that?”You questioned, taking it in your hand, examining it.

“That’s for the pain, it won’t make it go away fully, but it will definitely help you.”She stood up once again, going back to her potions.”Besides it’s not one of these concoctions, that Xantha sells to her customers. I’m so glad you came to me because the stuff she is selling are just ridic…”

“Wait a second. Why would I got to Xantha?”The other witch was also good but to her were going only infertile couples, men who had problems with sex and pregnant women. There was no reason for you to…”You are not saying I’m pregnant, are you?”You basically screamed, your voice higher than of a boy that has been hit in his manhood.

“Now, now. It’s not that bad, you know? Besides I think you’re ready. Well, at least you. I’m not sure about that boyfriend of yours though.”Medeia said, still rearranging her potions and bottles.”Trust me you don’t have to…”She turned around to look at you, but you were gone, stormed out before she could finish her sentence.

It couldn’t be true. You didn’t wanted it to be. You were hoping that Medeia had made a mistake. But you knew that she never makes mistakes. You were pregnant. You were gonna have a child. On the island. Even the thought of raising a kid on the Isle made you sick. This wasn’t what you wanted. It made you sad, thinking of everything your child won’t have and the place it has to grow up on. You were gonna get out of there, you were gonna raise the kid on Auradon with Harry just like you two have talked so many times. Harry… How was he gonna react? He probably wasn’t going to be really happy about it. You stopped in your tracks. You were on the docks, in front of Uma’s ship. While you were lost in your thoughts, your feet had brought you home to the only person you wanted to see right now. Harry. You craved to see the brown haired boy but were also afraid of what he might say.

Once you stepped on the ship your eyes immediately glued to Harry, who was training with a few of the members of the crew. You were so caught up in your worries how to tell him and a few different scenarios how he might react, you didn’t realized the boys had finished the practice until Harry stood up in front of you, waving his hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention.

“Hey, love.”He smiled.”Are you alright? You have been staring weirdly since you came here.”He frowned.

Although you wanted to tell him everything, you just couldn’t. You knew that he was going to understand, but all the words had caught up in your throat, trying to get away at once, which resulted in a mess and you couldn’t even make a sound.

“(Y/N). why are you looking at me like that?”He asked, putting away his sword. He hanged up his hook on the rail you were sitting on and wrapped his hands around your waist, leaning close to you which allowed you to wrap your legs around his torso, bringing him even closer. He kissed your lips and you kissed him back, running your fingers throw his hair.”Love, what’s going on?”He questioned once you pulled away from each other. You could sense the concern in his voice. And you didn’t wanted him to worry so you just decided to go for it. You trusted him that he won’t leave you because of something like this.

“I was at Medeia’s today.”You sighed.

“I know, love.”Harry chuckled.

“Harry, I’m pregnant.”You looked in his eyes and all you could see was that he was kind of stunned from your confession. Definitely not the reaction you wanted to see.

“Is it totally sure?”He asked, his facial expression not changing at all.

“It is.”You whispered. Well maybe you were wrong and he was gonna leave you after all. Your face turned pale.

“In the name of the sea…”He muttered.”I’ll be a father. I’ll be a father!”Harry shouted, his face lighting up in joy. He picked you up and spun you around while laughing and shouting. Then he put you down, placing both of his hands on your cheeks and crashing his lips into yours. When he pulled away, you were both out of breath. You were smiling wildly at each other, tears of joy running down on both your faces. You brought your hand to his face and wiped a bit of mascara from over his lips, that was running down on his face because of the tears.”We’ll have a baby.”He whispered, his eyes not leaving yours. You just nodded. He hugged you tightly, you wrapped your hands around him, while Gil was calling for Uma, shouting something about being an uncle and running around like a little kid that gets what it wants, and all the other members of the crew were cheering and shouting around you.

“I’m so happy right now, I won’t even go after him to kick his ass.”Harry said happily, not letting you go, and you both laughed. You felt his body shake from his laugher and hugged him even tighter. It wasn’t important where you were you had Harry and that was all that mattered.

BTS Reaction | Taking care of you when you’re sick

Seokjin

Jin would immediately make his way to your house as soon as he heard that you were feeling sick and he would directly switch to his protective side. He would take very much care of you by spoiling you with warm food and making you some tea. But he would also scold you as long as you went after him in the kitchen, saying that you’ll get sicker if you don’t stay under the blankets. He would constantly check up on you and cuddle you to keep you warm, while watching some cheesy K-Drama.

“I’ll take good care of you, baby”, he smiled lovingly and kissed your temple.

Originally posted by seoksjins

Yoongi

As soon as he would find out that you were sick, Yoongi would directly cancel all his plans that day. He would make his way to your house, only to find you in an oversized shirt, lying under the thin sheets in your bed. He would get a little angry with you for being so careless, but that wouldn’t last long. Yoongi looked around your closet to give you warmer clothes and after that he enveloped you in warm blankets. After giving you your medicine he just cuddled with you on the couch while watching some movies. You were always his first priority.

“I’m here for you if you need something”, he said and kissed the top of your head.


Originally posted by jimiyoong

Hoseok

He would notice your voice being different than usual and the multiple times you’ve coughed and sneezed were no mistake. You were sick and he wanted to take care of you as best as he could. Hoseok took you bridal style to your bedroom, enveloping you into the warm covers and bringing you the medicine and syrup that you needed. Even though he would find it cute that you denied it, saying that it tasted bad, Hobi would still insist on you to take it, because he really cared about your wellbeing. After that he would gladly cuddle you and keep you warm and safe in his embrace.

“You will get well soon, babe..”, he mumbled beside you before dozing off.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Namjoon

This cutie would be rather confused and lost in this kind of situation, afraid that he’ll hurt you or give you the wrong medicine pills. He would constantly ask you what kind of medicine you needed and what you wanted to eat. I feel like he would be the type of guy who would try to make you laugh to forget about your sickness, so he would often sing in the kitchen while preparing food, for example. After that he would bring the trays next to you on the couch and would cuddle you while watching some movies, keeping you warm and humming random songs that came to his mind.

“Do you feel better, babygirl?”, he smiled and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.


Originally posted by jjeonguk

Jimin

Jimin would totally treat you like a princess. As soon as you texted him that you were sick, he immediately went to your house to check up on you. He would spend the whole day spoiling you with food, sweets, tea and plushies, so that you have everything you need and he would always ask you how you feel. After that he would cuddle you while singing you some random songs that went through his head. You loved when he took care of you, you always felt so protected.

“Do you need anything, princess?”, Jimin asked and stroked your cheek gently.


Originally posted by itschiminie

Taehyung

Just like Namjoon, he wouldn’t be quite sure how to handle this situation entirely, but he would try his best, so he wanted to be very careful, as well. He would ask you what kind of medicine you needed, wanting to get it for you himself, and ordered some food. Also he would totally be into cuddling and playing video games. He loved to see your smile everytime you won, so you decided to make a game night until you fell asleep on his lap later on. He moved your figure next to him and pulled the covers over the two of you, while he held you close to him.

“Good night, babygirl. Get well soon”, he whispered and kissed your forehead.


Originally posted by je0n

Jeongguk

I think he will be the most stressed of them all. Kookie would certainly ask his hyungs about how exactly to take care of you and he wanted to make it perfect. He wanted to stick around you until you felt good again, so he brought you lots of medicine pills, cold towels, hot soup and hot tea. You’d watch him running around with a smile on your face the whole time, saying that he didn’t have to stress so much, but he insisted, saying that he cares a lot about your wellbeing and that he couldn’t forgive himself if you got any more sick. He would always give you what you wanted, be it a certain kind of tea or even just a kiss.

“Are you feeling alright? Do you need something? I’m here for everything..”, he whispered and kissed your nose sweetly.


Originally posted by jjks

So I had to write this two times since Tumblr forgot to save the first version because of an error. It was such a drag, but I feel like this one is actually better! 💖 Sorry for any mistakes and I hope you all like it!~ • Min-Seo

anonymous asked:

For all the boys: The group has been camping for a few days, but the boys' female s/o (who just recently started to date the boy) starts her period and realize she doesn't have any feminine products. How does she approach her boy, let him know her period started, and that they need to go into town for her "supplies"?

As someone who just goes “I’ve been shot!” everytime, this will be rather…unique…

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“Shit, shit, shit!” You groaned, you were certain you had been tracking it, but mother nature just loves proving you wrong. You had nothing, and the nearest place was in town about 45 minutes away by foot and only 10 by car, and you already felt the throbbing of cramps creep around your waist.

You stood quickly, marching out the tent, if your new boyfriend was going to be with you for awhile, he was going to have to get use to this part of you as well.

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Noctis

Oh boy, Noctis was a lot of things, an animal lover, a sweetheart and a snarky little asshole, but you figured his sex education was rather, not lacking, but still there must have been some holes. No many guys enjoyed hearing about the red death. So you sat beside the Young Prince, as he was so engrossed in a game of King’s Knight, debating on how to explain it to him. You really didn’t want to gross him out, but this was something you couldn’t stop.

“Hey, Noct…” You whispered leaning towards him, even that caused a cramp to flair.

“Yeah?” He muttered, letting out a groan as he missed an easy dodge in his game.

“I…” You groaned, how to put this without destroying the poor guy. Taking your phone out, you opened your messaging, entering a quick message before hearing Noctis’s phone ping. Your eyes watched nervously as he slide down the message to view it.

The cute little look of confusion, almost made you forget your momentary dilemma, before he type back.

‘Huh?’

You shrugged softly, before typing back, “Aunt flow, you know Shark Week, red tide.” You hit send, watching his blue eyes read over the message, than watched him actually open his internet browser searching the phrases.

Only to watch as his eyes widen before he turned to you with large almost frighten eyes, you could only nod slightly. Only to nearly jump from your chair as Noctis stood up lightning quick, which did scare poor Prompto who was sitting next to him.

“Dude, what the hell!”

Noctis ignored the blonde, as he moved over to Ignis who was preparing dinner, “I need the keys!” He called, obviously much louder than what he meant.

“Should you need me to drive I can…”

“I need the keys, now!” Noctis repeated, holding out his hand like some child demanding a toy. All but snatching the keys from Ignis’s hand, before marching back toward you and the fire. Never slowing his stride even as he grabbed your arm, dragging you from your chair, all but picking  you up putting you into the front seat of the Regalia, before jumping in. Creating a large messy U-turn before quickly driving off in the direction of the town, leaving a very confused campsite.

At least it wasn’t embarrassing, well in the way you thought it was going to be.

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Prompto

“Something wrong, sweetiepie?” Prompto inquired, as you dragged him away from the campsite in guise of taking a nice picture together.

“Prompto, um…it’s…” You muttered, only to look up to those blue eyes smiling so warmly to you. You were his first girlfriend, but you only had a maybe another 8 hours to get away with what you had.

“Are you sick?” Prompto asked stepping forward, touching your forehead. Being the time of the month you knew that you had developed a glow to you, that meant you were going to get a zit or two within the next 24 hours!

You inhaled deeply, before waving the man forward, cupping your hands around your mouth whispering it into his ear. Stepping back as you noticed the poor boy had went from his normal pale to the bright red of an apple.

“Um…uh, how many things do you have left?”

“I have 1 tampon and a pad.” You muttered softly, only to feel Prompto grab your hand.

“Is that enough, do you wanna go into town with Ignis, I know he needed to go for dinner, you want me to go with him I can pick you up some.” Prompto rambled quickly, his hands holding your’s tightly, as his blue eyes widen in panic.

“I can…”

Yet before you could stop the blonde, he had pushed a kiss to your cheek before sprinting back to the campsite, partially begging Ignis to leave now to head back into town.

“You know what that’s about?” Gladiolus asked, as you approached the campsite just in time to see Prompto shoving Ignis back to the Regalia.

“No idea…” You muttered, only to pull your phone out about 15 minutes later, Prompto was standing in the feminine hygiene department,  taking multiple pictures. Telling him just  a box of whatever was cheapest was fine. Only to be rewarded a few seconds later by the blonde sending a picture of him staring horrified at a Diva cup, that caused you to snicker rather stupidly at your phone.

Your boyfriend was so cute.

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Gladiolus

“Gladdy.” You called, approaching the buff man who had just gotten done with his pre-dinner workout stretches. He claimed it helped him eat more, but you didn’t know if that was true.

“What’s up, babe?” He inquired, settling down in his chair, meaning he wasn’t going to be getting up anytime soon, an arm jutting out wrapping around your midsection.

“Ugh..” You moaned, you felt so bloated you had to swallow down the urge to push him away. “I…you know about shark week?”

Gladiolus starred, before it seemed to dawn on him, “Oh that, whats up?”

“I need to go in town.” You muttered, this shouldn’t be embarrassing but he was just staring at you like you were asking him about the weather. Does nothing faze this man! “I’m also crampy and bloated.”

Gladiolus chuckled, “We’ll see, you mind getting my muscle relaxer from my bag?”

It took everything in you to not slap the man in the head, as you marched back to the tent, maybe it would have been better to ask Ignis he was the more responsible one. Pulling out Gladiolus duffle bag, you begun digging in the compartment where he held his muscle relaxer, only to stop at the little box, reading assortment feminine hygiene products.

Grabbing the relaxer you moved back outside, standing before the man, holding it out to him, eyes downcast, as you heard him let out a snicker, before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap.

“Why didn’t you just say you had some?” You muttered arms crossed, attempting to pout to the man, only to purr as he begun to apply some of the ointment to the spot on your back that always tightened up during this time.

“You seemed embarrassed.”

“Jerk.”

Gladiolus’s hand stopped, “I can stop if you want.”

“Do it and I throw you into the fire.”

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Ignis

Ignis was the meaning of maturity, yet you kept thinking of how embarrassing this was. Even when you had to purchase on your own you’d go to a register with a lady, or one of those self checkout. Now to bring it up to your new boyfriend, having only dated for about 3 months, and you were certain to have tracked it so that it wouldn’t fall until next week.

The female body, was a beautiful stupid thing that was out to get you.

“Ignis…” You called, approaching the man.

“Ah, there you are, Y/n, I need assistance in town, it seems we forgot some essentials and I could use your help.”

You blinked in confusion, well this was rather convenient. “Sa…sure.”

As you two jumped into the Regaila, you were confused when Ignis’ hand fell upon your own, it wasn’t that he wasn’t affectionate, but you just weren’t prepared for him to do this while he was driving.

“Are you feeling fine? You aren’t suffering from any menstrual ailments are you?”

You turned toward the man beside you, “How…how did you know?”

Ignis chuckled softly, smoothing your hair from your face, “There a few telltale signs, you’ve been a little silent and have been eating more bitter foods than normal. Yet it seems to have surprised us both a little earlier than normal, by the app we shouldn’t  have had to worry about this until next week”

You stared at the man, tears swelling in your eyes, “Ignis pull the car over.”

Ignis quickly pulled over, as you turned concerned green eyes to you, “Are you fine, do you feel ill? I have some medication should you…” The man was stopped, as you removed his glasses before pulling him forward, pressing your lips to his.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to kiss you so bad.” You smiled, as you placed his glasses back on. “Thank you.”

Ignis chuckled as he pulled back onto the highway, picking your hand up again. “There is no need to thank me, yet I am never opposed to your kisses.”

The Arrangement: Chapter 12

Author’s Note: Quicker update this time!! I’ve gotten a bit off track with the storyline lol so this is a bit of a filler but I hope you all like it :)

I hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

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Originally posted by dentistas-en-mis-noches

“I…I really am sorry, you know,” Kylo said before you both walked up the ramp of the Command Shuttle.

“Perhaps you’re forgetting that you don’t let me know… Anything,” you mumbled.

He sighed, but his expression told you he was half expecting you to not give up so easily, “I mean it.” 

A smirk danced across your mouth, “Well I’m not sorry for pushing you over.”

“I don’t expect you to be,” Kylo said, his tone returning back to normal now.

“Good. And I meant what I said. If you even think about trying that again, I’ll—” 

“I’m perfectly aware of your capabilities, Princess. I already promised it won’t happen again.”

You nodded, “Then I suppose I promise not to ‘pry’—as you called it. Though I really wish you would be honest with me. I’ve hidden nothing from you.”

“I tell you everything you need to know,” Kylo was getting tired of the same argument you seemed to be starting over and over.

“But not everything I want to know.”

“No. I suppose I don’t.” Kylo responded. You were slightly taken aback by his agreement with you, but when he said nothing else you decided to end the discussion.

“If the lovebirds needed their space, they could have just asked for it,” Hux sang as you and Kylo appeared at the top of the ramp.

“Shut up,” you sneered as you strode into the cockpit. In all the commotion, you had nearly forgotten about the pilot that was also on board. 

“Have you connected through to the Base yet, James?” 

“Yes, Your Highness,” he said, standing up hurriedly when he saw you enter, “A starship has been deployed, it will be here by morning.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, giving him a quick smile before exiting the cockpit. 

Your gaze immediately went to Hux, who looked at you with an amused expression.

“Something funny, General?”

“Just admiring your attire, Your Highness,” he smirked.

You hid your embarrassment well as you remembered you were still wrapped in Kylo’s robe. You shrugged it off hastily and went to find Kylo, who had stalked off into his small quarters.

You entered the room to find Kylo leaning with his back against the wall, eyes closed in what seemed to be a state of deep thought. Was he…meditating? 

“What is it Princess?” Kylo slowly opened his eyes but kept his gaze fixated on the floor.

“I came to give you this…” you said, handing him his robe. 

“Keep it.”

“I can’t say it’s something I would wear,” you said, amused by his response.

“I mean it keep it for now. The Shuttle’s power is minimal, it’s not like being inside here is any warmer than being out there,” he gestured to the viewport. 

“…But won’t you need it to stay warm?” You asked, trying to push the robe back to him.

“I think I’ve caused you enough harm today, Princess. Besides, what good will an apprentice be if they’re ill?”

You hesitated for a moment before realising he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, “Well thank you, then.”

He nodded in response.

“W-What were you doing when I walked in?” You couldn’t help but ask.

Kylo shrugged, “Thinking.”

“About what? I um… I can’t hear your thoughts,” you thought you would add that detail.

“I know.”

You looked puzzled. What about this bond he had just told you about? “Well can you hear my thoughts?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

You frowned, “Teach me how to control them.” 

“I can’t teach you how to control your thoughts, Y/N. They are your own,” Kylo responded.

You rolled your eyes, “You know what I mean. You can influence our… mental connection far more than I can. I want you to show me how.”

Kylo pondered your request for a moment before nodding, “As you wish.” 

You also nodded in response before wavering. Where exactly were you meant to go now? The Shuttle was only so big, and you knew that Kylo couldn’t stalk off at night as he usually did… Well, unless he wanted to freeze out on the planet’s surface.

“There are no beds on board, I’m afraid.”

“O-oh,” you said, half in surprise that he was listening to your thoughts.

Kylo seemed to smile slightly at that, “Only when you project your thoughts, Y/N.”

You furrowed your brows. This was funny to him? Before you could retort with something witty, Kylo spoke.

“Just… Stay in here until morning,” he suggested.

“Oh right, I suppose Hux and James will be expecting us to anyway.” You said, recalling how Kylo had acted when your mother had visited your room back in the Palace.

Kylo huffed, “I don’t care what they expect. This room will be warmer with two people in it, that’s all.”

That seemed fair. You looked around for something comfortable to lean on, but soon realised that aside from the metal desk and chair in the centre of the room, it was entirely empty.

You settled on the far right corner of the room, shifting until you found a position that would be decent enough for you to find sleep with. Closing your eyes, you nestled your head into the crook of your arm, the exhaustion finally catching up to you. You let out a sigh as a sudden feeling of warmth embraced you… Wait.

Your eyes snapped open and you gasped slightly when you realised you were face to face with Kylo.

He looked at you confusedly, “What?”

You stood up quickly, steadying yourself against the wall, “W-what are you doing?”

“I was trying to go to sleep.”

You scoffed, “Is this a game to you?! 

Kylo’s eyes narrowed, “Not that I play games, Princess, but I don’t think sleeping counts as one.”

“Well w-why do you have to sleep next to me?”

“We’re trying to stay warm aren’t we…?” He seemed genuinely confused by your agitation.  

“Well then I would rather be cold, thank you,” you mumbled as you walked to the opposite corner of the room.

Your reaction was not quite what Kylo had expected, but he shrugged as he watched you settle into your new sleeping space.

Kylo lied down again, crossing his arms as he stared up at the ceiling. On the other side of the room, you were doing the same. 

“I don’t understand you, Princess.”

“Good,” you said quietly as you nestled into a comfortable position, the warmth from Kylo’s robe helping you drift off to sleep.

“For someone who wants me to be closer to them, you have an odd way of showing it,” he observed.

“I didn’t literally mean I want you physically close to me,” you said, trying to hide your embarrassment as you said those words out loud.

Certainly, you had shared a bed before. But it was as if this side of Kylo was entirely new to you. Perhaps it was because he felt bad for how he treated you… but still, it felt so sudden. You were so used to the cold and distant Kylo. 

But this version of the man was different. He seemed to show that he cared more outwardly… he was almost affectionate.

You could hear Kylo’s footsteps approach you, and you opened your eyes ready to protest.

“—Before you say anything, me keeping you warm doesn’t mean that you’re going to go falling in love with me, Princess,” Kylo said.

You groaned, “When we get back to the Base, the first thing you’re doing is teaching me how to keep you out of my head.” 

“Done,” he smirked, “Now go to sleep, we have a long journey back tomorrow.” 

You couldn’t deny that you were thankful for his presence beside you as a feeling of warmth coursed through you once more.

“Goodnight, Princess,” he said sleepily.

“Goodnight, Commander,” you mumbled, only half-awake now as you recalled the first time you had uttered those exact words to one another. Though it had only been a matter of weeks, you felt now more than ever that perhaps you finally getting through to the man Kylo really was underneath that brooding exterior. 

He still had his bad temper. He was still incredibly stubborn. But then again, so were you. It was like the more time you would spend with one another, even when arguing, was time in which you learned more and more about the other person.

Kylo’s words echoed in your mind, and you prayed to the Maker that they weren’t being projected in to his at that moment. Doesn’t mean that you’re going to go falling in love with me, Princess.

The trouble was, you were starting to feel like that was exactly what you wanted to.


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anonymous asked:

Yandere v3 boys react to reader not wanting kids

Here you are ^^

Well, as it’s now officially 00:00 on the 25th… Merry Christmas everyone! Again, I apologise for the lack of updates but both admins are extremely busy right now T_T I for one will have exams starting in January (yay) and uh… I finished Persona 5, 3 days ago so I’m still recovering… IT’S SUCH A GOOD GAME!

NDRV3 Boys (Yandere) reacting to reader not wanting kids

Shuuichi Saihara:

- He was a bit upset at first

- Do you not love him enough to have a child with him?

- But then… He started thinking

- No… No you’re just showing that you love him

- Only him 

- Hahaha yes yes, you don’t want to share your love with anyone but him!

- Ah… You’re so thoughtful

- He understands your reasons now!

- As a reward, he show you some… Extra love that night

Kaito Momota:

- He’d question you about why

- Subtly of course

- “I just… I don’t know I don’t think I’d make a good parent”

- He smiles as he grabs your shoulders

- “Silly S/O… You’d make the best parent in the world! Do you know why?”

- You shake your head

- He pulls you close so that his lips are next to your ear

- “Because I chose you~ You’re perfect in every way possible… You’re mine and I’m yours…”

- “U-Um… I’ll uh… I’ll think about it”

- You smile nervously at him before making an excuse to leave to go to the shop

- That was… Strange…

Kiibo:

- To be honest, he never really thought about kids

- Considering he kinda… Well… Nevermind

- But he was rather confused as to why you were against them

- Did you not want a family with him? He was slightly offended

- “N-No it’s not that it’s just…”

- You rub your arm trying to find the right words

- “I just, I don’t want to be a parent… At least not now anyway”

- “… But you do still love me right?”

- You could sense some anger in his voice, causing you to panic slightly

- “Y-Yes of course! Of course I love you!”

- He smiles softly before taking hold of your hands and giving them a soft squeeze

- “Ah… That makes me extremely happy!”

Rantaro Amami:

- Again he never really thought about having kids

- But he did notice that whenever he mentioned them you looked… Uncomfortable

- “What’s wrong?”

- “Huh?”

- “I can tell something’s wrong”

- He leans closer to you, putting his fingers under your chin and tilting your face upwards

- “So… What is it” he asks in a whisper

- “I.. I just…”

- You try to look away

- “I just don’t really.. Want to talk about kids right now”

- “Do you have a particular reason for that?”

- You don’t respond

- “I see…”

- He lets go of your face and returns to his previous task, almost like that exchange never happened

- That was… Something. You never knew Amami could be so… Different

Kokichi Ouma:

- He didn’t mind

- Mostly because all he ever wanted was you

- And he made sure to continuously remind you of that

- He’d often stroke your hair and murmur how you’re his

- At first, you thought it was extremely cute 

- But eventually… You noticed that he started getting a lot more possessive

- “Uh… Ouma - kun are you okay?”

- He smiled innocently before taking your hand

- “Of course I am S/O - chan! Afterall, you’re here with me… This is all I need!”

- “Ahaha, I see…”

Gonta Gokuhara:

- He didn’t ask you about it

- He thought it would be… Ungentlemanly of him to

- So he simply waited for you to bring it up yourself

- And once you did, he got into a passionate discussion over it with you

- “Gonta respects S/O - san/kun’s decision,”

- “Awh, thanks Gon-”

- “But Gonta really wants to have a family with S/O - san/kun one day!”

- He takes hold of both of your hands and smiles

- You couldn’t think of a reply to that

- So you simply squeezed his hands and showed him your best fake smile

Korekiyo Shinguuji:

- He was somewhat disappointed

- Not that he told you

- But he did try to sneakily ask you why

- “Shinguuji - kun… Do you perhaps… Have a problem with that?”

- “Kukuku~ Silly S/O - san/kun, of course not. I was just wondering why someone as beautiful and talented as you can’t imagine themselves as a parent”

- “Ah… That’s…”

- A light blush forms on your cheeks as you try your best to come up with a reason

- He smirks behind his mask

- How can you be so beautiful all the time? More importantly… How was he able to find someone as perfect as you?

Ryoma Hoshi:

- He didn’t care

- He just wanted you

- He already lost someone in the past, and he’s not gonna let that happen again

- And so he told you exactly that

- “Hoshi - kun…”

- Your voice sounded somewhat sad but at the same time, there was a happy tone in it

- He smirked as he pulled his hat over his eyes slightly

- Ah, maybe you misunderstood him a little… But that’s okay

- As long as you’re happy… He’s happy too

Fallen Stars (Thorin x OC)

A/N: Hi guys! Chapter 7! Sorry it’s a bit long but I couldn’t stop. I actually had to stop at some point but the next chapter will still be in Rivendell. A lot will happen there :p

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x OC (Elentári)

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Prologue

Chapitre 1

Chapitre 2

Chapitre 3

Chapitre 4

Chapitre 5

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 —> Current read

Chapter 8  



Chapter 7: Are you searching for purpose?

Originally posted by ohflint


Elentári was unconscious on the hard ground, her hair floating in the wind and covering her face. The orcs had run away, leaving her to bleed out on the ground as her soul slowly started to fade. However, in her comatose state she could still hear low footsteps around her as the earth beneath her body rumbled. She heard voices talk in rush tones but her ears could not understand what they were saying. She heard everything as if she was dived into cotton.  

The elves searched among the dead orcs, some still on their horse to prevent any other attack. Lord Elrond’s eyes scanned the area, slightly bothered by the orcs’ presence on his lands. The great elf king could feel the presence of other beings close to Imladris, he knew that they would soon enter his city, he could feel it in the air.

Nin hir! (My Lord)” An elf guard called out from before the secret passageway that led to their city.  Elrond turned around to see the guard kneeling before a small silhouette. Elrond frowned and quickly made his way toward the guard but his eyes widen as he approached the injured silhouette.

Hi bo na- ú- orch (This one is not an orc).” He breathed out as he brushed the silver-blond hair out of Elen’s face. “Elentári…” Elrond couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the elleth was barely breathing and her body was broken, pierced by a sword and an arrow… close to her heart.

Elrond slowly laid a gentle cool hand on the woman’s forehead and closed his eyes. Her life was too important, he couldn’t let this be her fate. She had yet so much to achieve.



The Company arrived in Rivendell after a few minutes of trek. The dwarves looked skeptical as they walked across a bridge and entered the beautiful city. A few guards are seen strolling about as Bilbo gazed in awe at the beauty of the place. He turned around, trying to memorize each waterfall, each beautiful alcove, each color and bright light that filled his heart with peace. Bilbo was worried for Elentári, she was his friend after all and leaving her behind had been hard. Even if Gandalf had certified him that she would be alright when he asked him about the magic he felt in the air in the secret passageway, just a few minutes ago. Bilbo had constantly asked the Wizard why they had to leave Elen behind and after a few words of comfort, Bilbo knew that it had been the only option.

The dwarves looked quite uneasy as they walked on a footbridge and Bilbo looked even more impressed as a dark­haired elf walked down a flight of stairs and greeted them.

“Mithrandir.” Lindir said with a small smile as he walked down the stairs.

“Ah, Lindir!” Gandalf exclaimed and smiled back. As Lindir and Gandalf greeted each other, the dwarves murmured amongst themselves in distrust. Gloin glared at the elf and the others, except Bilbo did the same.

“Stay sharp.” Thorin whispered to Dwalin, the warrior nodding at his king.

Thorin was tensed. He was torn in half, he wanted to leave but he also wanted to stay and find Elentári. Since the attack on the plain, Thorin couldn’t help but think about those words he had thrown at the elleth. If Elen died thinking that no one could even care about her, if she died thinking that Thorin hated her… He would never forgive himself.

Lastannem i athrannedh i Vruinen. (We heard you had crossed into the Valley.)” Lindir said in Sindarin.

“I must speak with Lord Elrond.” Gandalf answered, quite ignoring the elf’s comment, the wizard was also worried about his friend.

“My lord Elrond is not here.” Lindir said, his eyes trailing over the group of dwarves quickly.

“Not here? Where is he?” Gandalf asked in confusion but suddenly, the Elvish horns from earlier rang out in the city once again. The Company turned around and they started to shout as they saw a group of armed horsemen approaching along the bridge at a rapid rate. Thorin’s eyes widen and he shouted his orders.

“Ifridî bekâr! (Ready weapons!’) “Hold ranks!” Thorin shouted as Bofur grabbed Bilbo who was looking at the upcoming horses in awe, and pulled him in the center of the company.

The dwarves bunched up together into a tight circle with their weapons pointed outward; the mounted Elves arrived and rode in circles around the dwarves. The company growled at the elves but eventually, the elves stopped, and one of them, Elrond, separated himself from the others. He dismounted his horse in a hurry and Thorin’s eyes widen as he saw the unconscious woman in his arms. Elen was pale, extremely pale, and thick red blood ran down her left arm, winding around her fingers then dropping on the white stone of the stairs Lindir had just walked down from. The company started to shout Elen’s name as they saw her in Elrond’s arms, Thorin stepping from the center of the protective circle. He wanted to see her, he needed to see her.  

“Lindir!” Elrond said with agitation. “Take her to the healers, she’s stable for now but I couldn’t heal her entirely in the plain with the threat of another attack.” The elf lord carefully placed Elentári in Lindir’s arms.

“Princess…” The dark-haired elf breathed out in horror but he did not ask for any other explanation as he ran quickly up the stairs.  

“Princess?” Thorin whispered in confusion then glanced at Dwalin to see if he had heard the same odd title.

“Gandalf.” Elrond turned around when Lindir was out of view and greeted the wizard. Gandalf bowed gracefully before the elf king with a smile.

“Lord Elrond. Mellonnen! Mo evínedh? (My friend! Where have you been?)”

Farannem ‘lamhoth i udul o charad. Dagannem rim na Iant Vedui. (We’ve been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass.)” Elrond said as he approached the wizard then he and Gandalf hugged. “And we found Elentári, hurt and barely alive.”

Gandalf looked at the company briefly and the dwarves looked down in guilt. The wizard joined his hands before him in slight discomfort.  

“Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something, or someone, has drawn them near.” Elrond held up an Orc sword and shew it to everyone, then handed it to a guard.

“Ah, that may have been us.” Gandalf answered sheepishly.

Thorin stepped forward, and Elrond looked upon him with recognition. However, Thorin glared at Elrond and couldn’t help but ask in a threatening voice.

“Where did you take Elentári? Is she going to make it?” Elrond frowned for a second then a smile crossed the corner of his lips as he ignored the dwarf’s question.

“Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain.”

“I do not believe we have met.” Thorin answered bitterly.

“You have your grandfather’s bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain.” Elrond informed Thorin kindly.

“Indeed; he made no mention of you.” Thorin said, making Gandalf sigh and roll his eyes. Ignoring this insult, Elrond looked upon the dwarves and decided to finally answer Thorin’s question.

“Concerning Nin fwîr, you do not have to worry. She will be healed quickly. She is lucky we found her in time.” Elrond said with a gentle smile but Thorin’s eyes were as wide as the moon.

“What did he call her?” Oin asked the others, stepping forward with his trumpet.

Nin fwîr. My niece.” Elrond repeated and the entire company started to gasp and talk among themselves.

“What is this all about Gandalf?” Thorin asked as he glared at the wizard and Elrond looked around him with a frown of confusion.

“Well… hm…” Gandalf looked rather embarrassed as the entire company and Elrond looked upon him with expectation. However, Bilbo spoke up before he could.

“Elentári is an elvish princess.” Bilbo stated, catching the attention of the company. Elrond nodded his head.

“Yes. She is Lady Galadriel’s daughter, the heir of the Lothlorien’s throne and my niece.” The elf lord answered and the dwarves staid silent for several seconds, shocked beyond measure.

“It is impossible…” Thorin breathed out. “Why would she hide something like this?”

“You will have to wait for her to awake to have the answer, Thorin.” Gandalf said. The dwarf stayed silent, too confused and shocked to be stubborn at this point.

Elentári was the princess of the Lothlorien and he had treated her without respect. Then maybe that was why she didn’t want them to know, Elen wanted the company to accept her for who she truly was and not because she was a princess. After speaking with Gandalf for a while in hushed tone, Elrond turned to the dwarves and spoke suddenly in Sindarin. The dwarves didn’t understand what he was saying. Some of them still not being able to swallow the news of Elentári’s true identity.

Nartho i noer, toltho i viruvor. Boe i annam vann a nethail vin. (Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests.)” Elrond said, playfully using a grave tone as he spoke. The dwarves took it as an insult and Gloin stepped forward.

“What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?” He growled in anger as the dwarves grew bellicose and gripped their weapons uneasily. Gandalf spoke exasperatedly at the dwarves, he was really tired.

“No, master Gloin, he’s offering you food.”

The dwarves quickly discussed this amongst themselves, the mood slowly shifting from uneasy to merry. The mention of food was always a serious matter to dwarves.

“Ah well, in that case, lead on.” Gloin said, eager to finally have the chance to rest and eat a warm meal in peace.

The company followed Lord Elrond and his guards up the stairs, all talking about the food. Fili and Kili talked about Elen with Bilbo. They were worried and couldn’t wait to see her again. Thorin climbed next to Dwalin but his mind was wandering, he didn’t have the heart to eat after everything that happened. Elentári almost died and she had hidden her true identity. Moreover, Thorin couldn’t help but wonder what he saw when Elen pushed him into the crack. Was it light that erupted from her hand? Thorin shook his head as he followed Gandalf and Elrond away from the company, his heart hurting for his elleth.


 

The birds were chirping as Elen woke up. The soft wind carried laughs and merry sounds to the elleth’s ears and she smiled. Elentári remembered the orc attack and how she got herself injured to keep Kili and Thorin safe. The sounds she heard could only mean once thing; or she was dead and finally joined her ancestors’ halls or she was alive and in a bed in Rivendell. As a familiar voice spoke up, Elen knew that she wasn’t dead yet.

“Good evening, cousin.” Arwen’s gentle and warm voice said from next to Elen’s bed. The woman smiled and fluttered her eyes open, the light hurting her eyes.

“Good evening, Arwen. It is good to see you again.” Elentári said with a chuckle.

“Oh, don’t you dare chuckle Elen! You gave us quite a scare, you were dying!” Arwen reprimanded as she helped Elentári to sit up in the bed, only making the injured woman laugh even more.

“Ouch! Ouch!” Elen said as she held her side and tried to stop laughing as it was too painful. Arwen looked worriedly at her but smiled.

Adar said that you would only be soar for the next few days. You’re lucky he found you and you’re lucky too heal quickly.” Arwen said as she sat back on her chair. Elen nodded as she observed the room she was in. It was her bedroom.

“This room did not chance a bit.” She told Arwen with a soft smile.

“It is yours, it will stay in the state you left it the last time you were at home.” Arwen said making Elentári smile softly at her words.

“This place feels more like home than my true kingdom…” Elen muttered and Arwen sighed. “Are the dwarves already here?” She asked knowingly.

“Oh, yes they are. Gandalf led them through the hidden passageway, they arrived almost at the same time as you with Adar.” Elen turned to look at Arwen and frown at her knowing smile.

“What is the matter?”

“A certain dwarf was really eager to see you. He almost ripped Lindir’s head off of his shoulders when he did not let him enter your room earlier.” Arwen laughed but Elen felt her cheek blush.

“I don’t know who you are talking about.” Elentári denied, glancing at her lap to avoid Arwen’s eyes.

“We both know that is a lie. Thorin Oakenshield, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror… The heir of Erebor’s throne.” Arwen teasingly said, making Elen rolled her eyes.

“Thank you, cousin. I did not know his entire title before.” The elleth said sassily but Arwen ignored her.

“Are you courting?” She asked with eagerness.

“No!” Elen exclaimed as she almost choked on her own tongue. “Not at all. Thorin hates me, he would never… no.” Elen said shaking her head in denial.

“Well… he seemed to care for you quite a lot, my dear cousin.”

“This is impossible.” Elen answered.

“Why do you think that he hates you?” Arwen asked as she got up and filled a glass with cold water and handed it to Elen. Elen took it and thanked her cousin before taking a huge sip.

“I don’t think he hates me. I know he does, that’s the difference.”

“I think you’re wrong.” Elen rolled her eyes at Arwen once more, making the gentle elleth smile. “I have an idea!” She suddenly exclaimed.

“Oh, I don’t like that…” Elen muttered.

“Shush! Do you feel good enough to join my father for dinner?” Arwen asked still smiling but barely containing her excitement.

“Yes, I guess I am.” Elen answered, eyeing the beautiful brunette.

“Then I’ll help you get yourself ready! We’re going to show him! Thorin will see your true beauty and he’ll be mesmerized!”

“Wait a minute, what makes you think that I want… I mean, what makes you think that I fancy him?” Elentári was as red as a tomato as Arwen smiled and gently took her hands in her own.

“Elen, I can see it in your eyes. And we both know that you are smitten with him since the first time you saw him under the mountain.” She said with a smile. Elen looked up at her cousin with blank eyes then sighed.

“He does not know that he saw me before and anyway, I was hiding behind my veil. He did not really see me.” Elentári protested.

“Maybe but you first met him a while ago and you are still smitten with him. Now is your chance.” Arwen got up and started to search through Elen’s wardrobe.

“Arwen…” Elen tried to protest as she slowly swung her legs over the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Estel keeps asking about you.” Arwen said suddenly while still looking though Elen’s wardrobe.

“How is he doing?” Elen asked, her heart clenching at the mention of her other little cousin.

“He misses you. A lot.”

“I know.” Elen sighed.

“Don’t worry, he knows that you love him but he’s still a child.” Arwen said with love in her voice.

“I don’t know who my father was, Arwen. All I know is that he was one of the Númenor. Like Estel’s father. He’s the only person I know from my father’s family and he’s more like a little brother than a distant cousin to me. It kills me to leave him behind…” Elentári sighed, guilt gripping her heart.

“Elen… It is not your fault. Estel knows that you love him dearly.” Arwen said as she sat next to her cousin on the bed and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. Elen smiled up at her sadly then her eyes caught a silky-looking material in Arwen’s hands.

“No… No, no, no. I’m not wearing that dress.”

“Oh, don’t be a child! It’s a beautiful dress!” Arwen got up and stretched her arms to show her the dress.

Elen had to admit that the dress was absolutely gorgeous. It was made of silk, smooth and fluid white and creamy silk, the material floated in the wind letting Elen watch the beige reflections of the dress as it moved. What caught Elen’s eyes were the small sparkles that covered the top of the dress and cascaded down. It looked like small diamonds covering the top of the dress and the thin drape that trailed on the back.

“I do not recall having this dress in my wardrobe…” Elen noted as she eyed Arwen with a knowing smirk.

“Really?” Was all the princess said as she helped her cousin to get up. “Oh yes and I forgot about something.” Arwen added as she took a crown out of a drawer.

“Where did you find this?” Elen asked in awe.

“I have my ways.” Arwen answered with a smile and handed the crown to Elen.

“You found my crown… I guess you want me to wear it for dinner.” Elen muttered as her fingers trailed over the beautiful mix of wood and metal.

“Well… it could be a really good idea.” Arwen said gently and Elen laughed happily as she followed her cousin into the bathroom, her cheeks flushed at the idea of seeing the company, and Thorin, after what happened.


 

The company was sitting at long tables with elves playing music and serving food as they waited for Gandalf, Thorin and Elrond to start the feast. However, the dwarves looked rather betrayed as they looked at the green food around them.

“Try it; just a mouthful!” Dori told his little brother as he was playing with the lettuce in his plate.

“I don’t like green food!” Ori answered in disgust, making his brother shake his head. “Do they have any chips?”

At the same moment, Elrond, Gandalf and Thorin entered the opened room and walked to sit at the royal table. Thorin was oddly behaving, too worried about Elentári to even show his distrust in elves. At another table, Kili was eyeing a female harp player. He smiled as he tried to flirt with her and even winked, catching Dwalin and Oin’s attention. Dwalin gave him a stern look and Kili tried to play it off.

“Can’t say I fancy Elf maids myself.  Too thin.” Kili said. “They’re all high cheekbones and creamy skin; not enough facial hair for me. Although…” Just as Kili stopped talking another elf walked by. “That one there’s not bad” Kili said, whispering the last part.

Dwalin smirked before replying; “That’s not an elf maid”.  

The elf in question turned to reveal that he was indeed not an elf maid, but a male and Kili almost gasped. He looked shocked then Dwalin winked at him, and everyone suddenly laughed as Kili looked ashamed.

“That’s funny… Really funny…” Kili muttered.

Thorin heard his company laugh then abruptly stop, a few gasped came out of the dwarves’ mouth as they stared at the way Thorin had walked from a few seconds before. Thorin looked at his company with a frown, wondering what made them look so impressed but Elrond’s voice brought him out of his thoughts and he turned around.

Ah! Nin fwîr! You found the strength to join us!” Elrond said as he opened his arms and hugged Elentári carefully.

Elen chuckled softly as she hugged her uncle back then looked at the company with a soft smile. The elleth took a few steps forward and looked at the dwarves with an embarrassed smile. Then, suddenly Kili got up and bolted in her direction. The young dwarf collided with the elleth and hugged her close, his eyes glossy with joyful tears. Elen gasped then laughed and hugged Kili back, kissing his cheek to calm him down. The entire company cheered and got up to welcome Elentári back.

“Everything is alright, Kili.” Elen soothed as Kili hugged her even tighter.

“I’m so sorry, miss Elen. I’m so sorry.” He muttered, his voice waving with sadness.

“It is not your fault.” Elen comforted him as Kili finally pulled away and Fili took his brother’s place and hugged her. Elen laughed again, and smiled at Bofur as he patted her on the shoulder with a gentle smile.

Thorin watched in awe at the elleth. He had never seen Elentári like this before, she was absolutely beautiful. Not that she wasn’t beautiful before but the dress she was wearing was hugging her curves in a way that shew her grace and beauty. The material looked as smooth and soft as her own creamy skin, an innate grace floated around her as her long silver-blond hair caressed her cheeks and cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she was now hugging Bilbo who seemed truly happy to see her alive and well. Thorin’s eyes trailed to her forehead and his eyes widen as he saw the crown on her head. The crown was made of thin dark brown wood and silver. White leaves circled the upper thin branch of the crown and a beautiful white pearl laid in the center. 

Elen’s eyes trailed upon the company, she first met Gandalf’s eyes. The wizard was chuckling and smiling at her as he watched the company happily hug his friend then, Elen’s eyes landed on Thorin and her heart stopped. The king was looking at Elen in awe, with love-filled eyes and his mouth agape. Elen blushed as she thought about Arwen’s words. ‘Maybe she was right?’ Elen thought but she quickly looked down to hide her flushed cheeks. However, she quickly looked up at the company as they slowly stepped aside. Thorin walked with his eyes focused on Elen and only stopped when he was facing the elleth. Elrond shared a look with Gandalf as everyone waited. Thorin glared in Elentári’s eyes, the girl couldn’t look away as she was entranced by his deep blue eyes.

Then Thorin did something that impressed everyone. He kneeled before the elleth and bowed his head. Elen’s eyes widen as she looked at the King.

“Thank you.” Thorin breathed out. Elen looked at the others in confusion, seeing their smiles and knowing smirks. “Thank you for saving my nephew, princess. Thank you for saving me.” Thorin looked up at Elen, the elleth didn’t know what to do and to be honest she was a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable to be called princess.

“Please, Thorin. There is no need to…”

“No, you deserve all my respect. Even after the way I treated you, you almost died for my nephew and for me. I am terribly sorry, princess.” Thorin said, his voice deep and filled with remorse. Elen shook her head and kneeled down before Thorin who was watching her with a frown. Elen took Thorin’s hands in hers, they felt so warm and strong in her cold ones, and she smiled at him.

“Please, Thorin get up.” Elen said as she got up herself and pulled Thorin up with her. “I would do it again if I had too, there is no need to thank me.” Thorin looked at her then slowly brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

Elen blushed as she felt Thorin’s warm and soft lips on her skin. Her heart was beating fast and hard against her chest as Thorin stared into her eyes. Time seemed to stop and Elen could only see Thorin before her, as if the entire room was empty. Suddenly, Elrond cleared his throat and everyone reappeared in the room around them. The company chuckled at the elleth and their leader, Balin beaming softly at them. Elen smiled in embarrassement and Thorin chuckled as everyone walked back to their seats, including Thorin who offered his arm to Elen and led her toward the royal table. The dwarves went back complaining about the food as Elrond examined the swords Gandalf and Thorin found in the trolls’ cave.

“This is Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver. A famous blade, forged by the High Elves of the West, my kin. May it serve you well.” Elrond explained before handing Orcrist back to Thorin, who accepted it with a nod. Elrond then examined Glamdring as Elen smiled at Thorin. She was sitting next to him, nudging a vegetable roll in her plate with her fork. Thorin glanced at her then at the roll.

“Are you not hungry?” Thorin asked sweetly, his eyes trailing up Elen’s arm, seeing her hand shake.

“Oh, I’m… Not really.” Elen stuttered. Thorin observed her as she brought the fork to her lips, her hand shaking even more.  

“And this is Glamdring, the Foe­hammer, sword of the King of Gondolin. These swords were made for the goblin wars of the First Age…” Elrond said as he observed the sword but Elrond’s voice faded in Elentári’s ears as a conversation between Bilbo and Balin caught her attention.

“I wouldn’t bother, laddie. Swords are named for the great deeds they do in war.” Balin told Bilbo who was looking at his sword.

“What are you saying, my sword hasn’t seen battle?” The hobbit asked incredulously.

“I’m not actually sure it is a sword; more of a letter opener, really.” Balin answered making Bilbo frown.

“How did you come by these?” Elrond’s voice brought Elen’s attention back to their conversation.

“We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East Road, shortly before we were ambushed by orcs.” Gandalf answered, glancing at Elen then at Thorin.

“And what were you doing on the Great East Road?” Elrond asked with a raised eyebrow.

Elentári glanced at Gandalf as no one answered the elf’s question. Thorin looked perturbed and pushed his chair then got up, excusing himself, the King left with his glass of wine and his new sword. Elen watched him with an understanding smile but quickly looked away as Thorin’s eyes observed her from his spot over the balcony next to the company.

“Thirteen dwarves and a Halfling; strange travelling companions, Gandalf.“ Elrond commented as Thorin left the table.

“And you forgot to include me, uncle.” Elen added with a smirk. “Which makes Gandalf’s choice even more strange.” Elrond smiled teasingly at his niece.

“These are the descendants of the House of Durin! They’re noble, decent folk.” Gandalf answered, trying to defend his friends but Elen caught Nori pick up what appeared to be an ornate salt shaker and discreetly put it in his coat.  

“And they’re surprisingly cultured.” The wizard added as Bombur stuffed his face with food, making Elen chuckled to herself. “They’ve got a deep love of the arts”.

Nori turned to the harp player behind him and said “Change the tune, why don’t you?? I feel like I’m at a funeral!”  

“Did someboy die?!” Oin exclaimed as Elentári glanced back at her friends.

“Alright lads, there’s only one thing for it!” Bofur said then got up and jumped onto a plinth next to the table.

“Oh, good gracious…” Elen breathed out as she knew what was coming. The elleth glanced at Elrond as Bofur started to sing.

“There is an inn, a merry old inn

beneath an old grey hill,

And there they brew a beer so brown

That the Man in the Moon himself came down

one night to drink his fill.

The dwarves started to trash the food, throwing it at each other and at the table where Elen was sitting. The elleth ducked a few timed and glared at Kili or Fili for trying to hit her.  

The ostler has a tipsy cat

that plays a five-stringed fiddle;

And up and down he saws his bow

Now squeaking high, now purring low,

now sawing in the middle.

Elrond and the other elves looked horrified by the dwarves’ behavior, Gandalf was really embarrassed and Elentári couldn’t help but clap along and laugh. Even Thorin was stomping his feet in rhythm to the song.

So, the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,

a jig that would wake the dead:

He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,

While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:

‘It’s after three!’ he said.

The other dwarves laughed happily and cheered for Bofur, Thorin clapped his hands but his eyes were glued to Elen as he saw her beautiful smile and heard her melodious laugh. Kili threw a handful of food Elen’s way but she ducked in time and it came very close to hitting Lindir. Elentári glanced at the elf in surprise but burst out laughing as she saw his horrified face.


 

Later that night, after dinner, Gandalf, Elrond, Elentári, Thorin, Balin, and Bilbo are standing in a hall in Rivendell. Elen was standing next to Thorin as she listened to the conversation.

“Our business is no concern of elves.” Thorin hissed, making Elen roll her eyes and Gandalf scoff.

“For goodness sake, Thorin, show him the map.” The wizard demanded.

“It is the legacy of my people; it is mine to protect, as are its secrets.” Thorin stubbornly answered.

“Save me from the stubbornness of Dwarves. Your pride will be your downfall. You stand here in the presence of one of the few in Middle­earth who can read that map. Show it to Lord Elrond.” At this point, Elen knew that Gandalf had had enough.

“Please Thorin.” Elen gently said, the dwarf king’s eyes glancing at her. Elen laid her hand on his forearm and smiled. “My uncle is the only one who can help us.” The elleth whispered.

Thorin thought quietly for a few seconds, with everyone looking at him. Elen removed her hand from his arm and he began to hand the map to Elrond but Balin tried to stop him.

“Thorin, no!” Thorin brushed Balin aside and handed Elrond the map. Elen smiled at Bilbo who was observing the scene with great interest. Elrond looked at the map with a raised eyebrow.

“Erebor. What is your interest in this map?” The elf lord asked. Thorin was about to speak, but Gandalf interrupted him quickly.

“It’s mainly academic. As you know, this sort of artifact sometimes contains hidden text. You still read Ancient Dwarvish, do you not?” The wizard said and Thorin looked at him surprised but nodded his head in thanks.

Elrond walked a little bit away, looking at the map. As the moonlight hit the map, Elrond realized something and turned to look at Elen first.

Cirth Ithil.

“That’s what I thought…” Elen answered just above a whisper.

“Moon runes. Of course. An easy thing to miss.” Gandalf said, looking at Bilbo and smiling.

“Well in this case, that is true; moon runes can only be read by the light of a moon of the same shape and season as the day on which they were written.” Elrond explained, making Thorin look at him with expectations.

“Can you read them?” The dwarf asked and Elrond smiled.

The elf lord led them all to an open area outside, on the side of a cliff, with waterfalls all around. The place was beautiful but Elen hesitated as the moon appeared behind some clouds. They walked toward a large crystalline table as Elen finally took a deep breath and stepped into the moonlight.

“These runes were written on a Midsummer’s Eve by the light of a crescent moon nearly two hundred years ago. It would seem you were meant to come to Rivendell. Fate is with you, Thorin Oakenshield; the same moon shines upon us tonight.” Elrond said as they all looked up. The clouds covering the moon floated away, and rays of moonlight hit the crystalline table, causing light to flow through the map which has been laid on the table. Ancient runes became visible on the map, and Elrond translated them out loud.

“Stand by the gray stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.”

“Durin’s Day?” Bilbo asked as Elen tried to stay behind but the moon looked so appealing that she stepped forward and her eyes focused on the beautiful satellite, blue runes slowly appeared on her body as the moonlight kissed her skin.

“It is the start of the dwarves’ new year, when the last moon of autumn and the first sun of winter appear in the sky together.” Gandalf answered the hobbit.

“This is ill news. Summer is passing. Durin’s Day will soon be upon us.” Thorin said thoughtfully.

“We still have time.” Balin told Thorin.

“Time? For what?” Bilbo asked, still confused.

“To find the entrance. We have to be standing at exactly the right spot at exactly the right time. Then, and only then, can the door be opened.” Balin said, making Elen look at them.

“So, this is your purpose, to enter the Mountain.” Elrond suddenly piped in.

“What of it?” Thorin asked annoyed and defensive.

“There are some who would not deem it wise.” Elrond answered as Thorin took back the map gruffly.

“What do you mean?” Gandalf asked.

“You are not the only guardian to stand watch over Middle­earth.” As Elrond walked away, Gandalf turned slowly, thinking deeply. Elrond stopped before walking back inside and turned to look at Elen.

“Elentári, dear.” Elrond called, everyone turning to glance at the elleth. Thorin’s eyes widen once again that night as his eyes landed on Elen and the blue runes that were shining on her skin. Thorin had thought that she could not have been more beautiful in his eyes but as he watched the elleth stand in the moonlight with blue runes over her skin, Thorin knew that he would never love anyone more than Elentári. “You should have some rest Elen.” Elrond said before disappearing inside.

Elen glanced at the others with tired eyes, feeling suddenly extremely tired. Gandalf advanced toward her and laid his hand on her shoulder.

“Are you alright, my friend?”

“Yes, do not worry Gandalf, I just need some sleep.” Elen answered in a weak voice and Thorin stepped forward suddenly.

“Let me take you back to your room. You need to rest after what you’ve been though today.” Thorin said, his voice gentle and filled with care. Elen looked up at him and nodded her head. Thorin offered her his arm once again and Elen took it, trying not to snuggle into his warmth. Elen smiled at Balin and Bilbo and wished them a good night.

“Thank you, my king.” Elen whispered for only Thorin to hear. The dwarf smiled and bowed his head as he led the elleth inside and through the night to reach her chambers. The fact of her calling him ‘her king’ made his heart flutter.

“How are you feeling?” Thorin asked as he felt Elen squeeze his arm, her hand on his bicep.

“Tired… But apart from that, alive.” She answered with a chuckle. Thorin smiled sadly at her and sighed as he looked at Elen.

“I am terribly sorry for the way I treated you, Elen. I truly am.” Thorin said. “I don’t know why I acted that way when you had done nothing wrong.”

“I can understand, Thorin… What Thranduil did is unforgivable. I can understand that risking the lives of his kin against a dragon was impossible for him but leaving your people alone and not accepting to help you when you were homeless…” Elen looked down. “This is unforgivable. It is normal that you cannot trust elves easily.”

Thorin looked at Elen, his eyes filled with adoration.

“You’re still willing to pardon me? Even after those mean words I threw at you?”

“Yes. I know what grief and loneliness can create.” Elen looked up at Thorin. “I simply hope that you will think better of me one day.” Thorin stopped, his eyes wide open.

“But I do! I did not mean a single word I said, Elen. I… It was out of anger.” The dwarf looked down.

“Nevertheless, you were right. No one can care about someone like me.” Elentári chuckled sadly but Thorin gently placed his forefinger under the elleth’s chin to make her look in his eyes.

“I know that this is not true because there is already one person who cares about you dearly.”

“Who?” Elen asked, her voice waving with sadness and her eyes glossy with tears.

“Me.” Thorin breathed out, his eyes and features softened with love.


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Serious

Oh, look. A fic that ISN’T ship-related. Cool.

I wrote this at 3 in the morning while dreading the fact that I have school in a few hours, so sorry if it’s worse than usual.

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“I’m always serious.” Logan stated, getting a few looks from the others.

“Clearly, I wear a necktie.” He added and Virgil scoffed, gaining his attention.

“Do you have anything to say, Virgil?”

“You’re.. not always serious.”

“Falsehood, I have always been and always will be serious.” Logan shook his head, fixing his glasses afterward.

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title: “Wildflower” (Dean Winchester imagine)

characters: sister/angel x castiel, reader x dean winchester, sam winchester.

word count: 1,291 words

warnings: fluff&stuff, swearing

(a/n): this is 100% inspired by an imagine i recently read, unfortunately i can’t for the life of me remember the title of it, let alone the author. if any of you guys figure it out, could you please let me know? thanks loves xxx

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Fanfiction Shenanigans [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Requested by: @luxdxvine (I can’t tag you for some reason??) :: The avengers bring the reader and Steve together through fanfictions written for just them.

A/N: I couldn’t stop writing this fic and it’s kinda dragged and veryyyy long, therefore brace yourself. I apologise in advance and thank you for bearing with me. (Criticism welcome.)

Tony Stark strutted into the common room of the avengers, a place where they all hungout when nobody was on a mission. His patent smirk was plastered on his face as he sauntered into the midst of the other avengers, with the exception of you and Steve Rogers.

“What you got up your sleeve, man?” Sam asked, noticing Tony and his grin.

Bucky, Natasha, Clint and Vision looked up at the philanthropist while Wanda busily dealt cards to everyone.

“What I’m going to tell you is more fun than any game of cards you’ve played,” Tony declared, whipping out his phone.

“Please, Stark, we aren’t interested in the new tech you’ve come up with,” Natasha commented.

“It’s not tech, although that would be something. Anyway, it’s about Capsicle and Y/N,” Tony divulged.

“..Really? The fact that they’re attracted to each other? Old news, Grandma,” Natasha said casually.

Bucky looked at Natatsha in horror. “WHat?”

“Ol’ Buck doesn’t know,” Sam interjected.

“Everyone knew? Why didn’t I?” Bucky questioned.

Everyone shrugged at the soldier who looked a little angry.

Tony cleared his throat and continued,”Well it is obvious they’re in love but they’re not doing anything about it and it’s making me crazy. I decided that we must take matters into our own hands.”

“We’re listening,” Nat and Wanda said in unison.

“That’s the spirit,” Tony said, a wider smirk playing at his lips.

**

You entered the room to find the avengers sitting huddled around Tony who was talking. Your eyes automatically started to look for a particular avenger but you shook your head. You had to stop.

You walked to the huddle and everyone whirled to look at you, a grin on most of their faces. Your forehead furrowed in confusion. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” Tony blurted quickly, starting to put the phone he’d been reading from into his pocket.

Just then Steve entered the room and you stiffened. Why he had this effect on you, you’d never know. But one look at him, his perfect greek-god like built, his kind blue eyes and perfect lips and you were a goner.

You turned your focus to Tony, trying to no think about Steve who walked over to stand beside you. That wasn’t helping.

“I want to know! What were you guys reading?” you demanded.

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Bucky said, sounding unconvincing.

“Do you want me to use my power to take it from you, Tony?” you commanded.

“Alright alright,” he deadpanned. Steve looked at him questioningly. It was very unlike Tony Stark to give into commands so easily.

“We were reading Captain America into Psych fanfiction,” Tony admitted.

Your jaw dropped. Did Wanda tell everyone? Only she knew about your little crush on Steve. So this is what it felt like, being stabbed in the back with a knife.

“What’s a fanfiction?” Steve queried, his brows knitting in confusion.

“Well..it’s something people or rather fans write. They write fictious stories about people or events that they would like to happen,” Natasha explained.

Steve still looked puzzled. Meanwhile you were sure you were going to drown in embarrasment.

“We were reading fanficition about you and Y/N,” Sam added.

You almost expected Steve to start laughing at this absolute stupidity but all he said was,”They want me and Y/N to happen?”

Where was the nearest balcony? You ought to jump off one.

“Yeah well,”Tony said, trying to keep fom smiling.

Steve glanced at you and judging you by your neutral expression he said, “Well it’s not like it’s real or anything.”

Whoever said about words not harming anyone. What he said made your heart clench with sadness, you always hoped he’d like you back but here was the truth, waving at you in your face.

Hurt, you managed to croak,”Yeah, keep reading Stark, this should be fun.”

That’s right, hurt yourself more.

Tony, obviously enjoying this, obligied immediately. The other avengers sat themselves around him, while you found a place next to Wanda and Steve squeezed himself between Bucky and Clint.

Clearing his throat, Tony continued where he’d left off, “Y/N lay in Steve’s arms, as the soldier whispered silent prayers into the night. Y/N was barely breathing. Steve brushed her hair off her face and caressed her cheek. ‘Please, don’t die,’ the avenger said. ‘Please, Y/N, I love you.”

Tony paused for a second and you wanted to strangle him. Steve glanced at you and you looked back, his face, unreadable.

Why were they doing this? Was this a joke to them? Steve clearly didn’t know and didn’t share the same feelings. It was merely a passtime for him. But hearing everything you wanted to happen aloud, was humiliating. But you were brave, you couldn’t let Steve know.

“Why are you reading soapy, dramatic stuff? Isn’t there anything that’s fun?” You asked, putting on an impassive face.

“Ooh the lady wants fun,” Clint said, grinning at you. You smiled back at him, hoping nobody could hear your heart thudding against your chest.

“Here’s something fun. Do you want me to read smut?” Tony questioned, his eyebrows arched and mocking.

Bucky, Sam and Clint burst out laughing, Nat following in a second later.

Congratulations, you played yourself.

“What’s smut?” Steve asked, earning a groan from everyone.

“It’s sexual intercourse and everything​related in writing, Mr. Rogers,” Vision piped and Steve’s eyes widened at the mention of the word.
His ears redened and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Nor could you look at him.

“Not​ that. Go on to something else,” Steve muttered.

“C'mon Capsicle,” Tony urged and before waiting for an answer, started to read.
“Lust and love blazed in Steve’s eyes as Y/N stood before him, dressed in satin lingerie.”
That earned some giggles.
Your head was going to burst, you thought.

“Pining Y/N against the wall, Steve planted small kisses on her neck and moved onto her jaw, illiciting a moan from the beautiful maiden. Y/N pushed herself against the soldier, her hands grasping at his hair. Steve slid his hand up her thigh and Y/N shuddered at his touch.”

Wild fantasies involving the blonde soldier were storming in your brain one after one and if anyone read your mind they’d take you to be christined immediately.

Just when you thought​ things couldn’t get worse, Steve said,“ That’s not how I’d do it.”

Everything went dead still. You looked at the avenger and blinked. He wasn’t looking at you.

And then the other avengers started to scoff, Bucky whistling and Natasha winking at Steve.

You chuckled a little but your mind was already racing with the thoughts of what he would do and you hated yourself for it.

“Wanna write your own fic as to how it would go, Stevie?” Tony teased.

“No thanks,” Steve said, blushing.

You tried to gather yourself for what was yet to come.

“Y/N ripped the shirt off the Captain, and drank in the god-like built of her lover. She pulled him closer, biting at his lower lip. Steve slipped the satin straps off Y/N’s shoulder, his touch burning her skin. Steve trailed kisses down her neck and moved to her bre-”

You couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s enough,” you said through gritted teeth.

Steve looked at you, he looked a little humiliated too…and was that sorry written on his face?

Tony looked scared for a second and then joked, “Atleast the fictious Steve’s getting some action.”

Steve’s face redened. You almost laughed but caught yourself…the others however, not so much.

“Steve, c'mon man, there’s got to be someone you like,” Sam asked, punching him playfully.

Steve remained silent. So the others, obviously moved on to the next victim, you.

“And you, Y/N?”

Of course there was someone. Of course you wanted to be with him. And obviously you couldn't​ ever have that.

“Yeah, there is someone,” you muttered.

Steve looked at you, a puzzled look on his face. You glanced at him and saw something like jealousy flash over his face. You blinked. All this fanfiction reading was playing with your mind.

Bucky scooted over to you.
“Is it anyone we know?”

“Uhuh.”
Why were you answering?

“Is it anyone in this room?” Clint piqued.

They all knew. Traitors.

“Uhuh.” you breathed, not looking up.

You managed to glance at Steve. He was absolutely still and watching you carefully.

As if noticing your glance at the Captain, Natasha plodded, “Is it our beloved Steve?”

You were going to die.
“N-no.”

You could swear Steve looked crest-fallen.
He cleared his throat and said, “I just remembered, I have some work to do.”

He stood up and left, heading to the balcony.

As soon as he left, Wanda scrambled over to you and exclaimed, “What are you doing?!”

“Go talk to him you stupid thing!” Bucky cried.

All of them were talking over each other, asking you to go confront Steve.
Tired, you stood up and reluctantly followed Steve outside.

“Can we talk?” you called after the broad soldier.

He turned around and squinted at you. He nodded and beckoned you over.

Without thinking about the consequences or anything you marched upto him and began, “Listen, you’ve been a great confidante and friend. But everything I said back there was true except for the fact that.. that it is you, Rogers. I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for sometime now and I understand if this is not the case for you but all this,”-you gestured vaguely- “just made me want to tell you everything. I’m sorry if this is too awkward for you.. I just had to do it.”

Steve looked taken aback for a second. He blinked a couple of times before his beautiful blue eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you.

“I was heart broken when you said no to what Nat said and couldn’t take it anymore that’s why I had to walk out. The truth is Y/N…I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now too,” he confided.

You couldn’t believe your ears. The man of you dreams was actually in love with you too? You could almost cry. You, however, hugged him instead, burying your face in his hard, warm chest.

“FINALLY!” you heard Bucky scream from the door to the veranda. You heard a roar of laughter and giggles errupt from his side.

“Oh give us a moment​, you guys!” Steve hollered but he was smiling.

Just as Steve leaned down to kiss you, Nat yelled, “I think I’ll write a fanfiction about this!”

You smiled against his lips and kissed him.

Request: peter parker w/ tarzan #3 please :)

Prompt: Put me down! Put me down! No, pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!

Since you had been exposed to the busy city, you knew better than to distracted yourself while walking through the crowds. It was a sure way to collide with someone and annoy everyone. You tried not to do anything besides glance at your phone when walking, but when you saw an email about an internship you had spent so long working to get, you had to read the email right that moment as you were walking home.

And, yes, instead of stopping at a Starbucks or simply stepping to the side of the stream of people, you continued to walk with your head down, skimming the email so your curiosity would be satisfied. Almost immediately, you bumped into a person which caused you to stumbled. The person behind you wasn’t paying attention and walked into you, making your shaky balance worse.

It happened so quickly, when you started falling sideways towards the road. You opened your eyes to see two bright headlights and gasped, instinctively closing your eyes. Your eyes bulged when you felt a hand grip your arm and swing away with you barely clutching to the hand.

Spiderman, Queen’s own hero, had grabbed you and saved your life by attaching his web to one of the highest buildings in the area. If he was planning on leaving you on a roof, the thought already made you panic. “Put me down! Put me down!” You shrieked, hitting the covered hero.

“If you insist,” the muffled voice came from the body suit and he began to lower the two of you slowly, making you feel more uncomfortable. Instead of hitting him again, you clung to him. “No, pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!”

“Miss, I don’t entirely know what you want me to do,” he stated and you could imagine him rather confused.

“Well, I’m sorry that I haven’t quite adjusted to the situation yet,” you mumbled into his neck, refusing to open your eyes again, “It’s not everyday I’m suspended above a busy road by a web. Oh my god.”

Spiderman awkwardly patted your back, unsure of how to console you, until he decided to try asking in a comforting tone. “Hey, why don’t you tell me where you live and I’ll swing over carefully to drop you off.”

You nodded and complied with his suggestion. The nausea was starting to wear off and you felt more comfortable than you had before. Not as comfortable as you’d feel on solid ground, though.

The ride home was rather short, but Spiderman whispered to you towards the end, “If I were you, I’d open my eyes, even if just for a second.” Against your better judgement, you opened them and audibly gasped. The sunset, something you could rarely see in the city, was breathtaking. The orange sky was lovely and contrasted with the harsh almost red sun.

“Wow,” you whispered, “It’s beautiful.”

“Knew you’d like it.” You couldn’t see his face, but could almost imagine a smirk accompanied with his words. When he reached your building, you didn’t expect him to go right to your window, but Spiderman attached his web to your window sill and landed agilely on the edge.

You pushed the old window open and quickly detached yourself from the hero, thankful to be on solid ground again. Looking up at him, still at your window, you smiled slightly. “Thank you for saving me and putting up with me.”

He paused for a bit before replying, “My pleasure, Y/N.” Y/N? Wait, how does Spiderman know your name? You didn’t mention it once. He must have seen your confusion, so, with a slightly familiar voice, Spiderman hastily stated, “Well, I have to go. You won’t be the only person who needs saving. Stay safe.”

Before you could even say anything, he flicked his wrist and quickly left your window sill, going towards the city. Running to your window, you watched in awe as he swung away. His voice was so familiar, now that you thought about it. Who might Spiderman be?

Leftovers and dances

Pairing: DeanxReader

Summery: Reader wakes up and heads to the kitchen for left overs, only to wake us dean and then fluff 

You’d awoken to darkness. Immediately indicating that it was too early to be awake. This had been happening more and more lately, so it came as no surprise. You turned on the lamp and, silently, headed for the kitchen. Usually there’s some left overs, waiting to be eaten. while preparing your (little) 3AM feast. You put on some light music to help ease the silence. Nothing to loud, the last thing you wanted to do was wake the boys. (They really do need the beauty sleep..) 

To accompany your left overs, you put on the kettle. If this was you for the night, you were going to need a good helping of coffee. As you starred at the kettle, hopping it will make the water boil quicker, you feel arms tighten round your waist. looking over your shoulder, only to see dean nuzzling his head into your neck. 

“You’re up early?” you say in a confused tone. Dean was never known for rising before it was absolutely, necessary. 

“I heard music coming from down the hall, and came to investigate” he mumbles, just clear enough for you to understand. 

You offer him some of your left overs, and coffee, both of which he greatly accepts. You sat in comfortable silence. merely just enjoying each others presence. Suddenly, without saying a word, dean stood up, and looked down at you. Staring up at him, you were able to take in some of his features. Disappointingly you couldn’t see his face that well, due to the room still being rather dark. 

“Up” he calmly said. rather confused, you obeyed. Taking your hands, and placing them round his neck, he grabs your waist. And you start to dance- well sway- to the music in the background. As he’s so tall you stood on his feet, to get a little bit of a lift, making your arms more comfortable. 

Starting to feel tired, you nuzzled your head into his neck. “I love you” you sleepily said. You couldn’t see but you knew he was smiling. “I love you too” he whispered back. This is what made your life liveable. no matter what crap got thrown at you, you always had Dean. And with Dean there was comfort and love. And thats all you needed. 

Something Wrong

content: Castiel is concerned about Dean’s strange behavior and asks Sam for advice.

word count: 1,629


“Sam, I think there is something wrong with Dean.”

Castiel watches the younger Winchester sitting across from him at the library’s table closely as he immediately ignores his laptop and turns toward the angel, his face a mixture of confusion and concern.

“What do you mean?” Sam asks.

Castiel tilts his head and tries to come up with the right words to describe his observations of the last few days properly. In the end he settles with, “Dean’s behavior is … strange.”

Sam furrows his brows before shutting his laptop and putting it to the side. “Strange?” he repeats, sounding as if he’s no exactly sure how to interpret this term. “Um … you wanna elaborate, Cas?”

“I’m registering some abnormalities since last week,” Castiel explains. “It might even reach further back without my noticing.”

Sam wrinkles his forehead, probably trying to recall whether there had been incidents during his interactions with Dean that could verify Castiel’s assertion. But eventually he says, “I’m gonna need more than that.”

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Female characters with shy fem s/o

// Thank you so much bab! I love your blog and I know you are away so you cant read these now. You really made my day! I am so sorry it took so long my Wifi is crappy. In return have a cute mercy gif! Gosh I am so down for some cute antisocial gay lady. Its relatable for me since I am antisocial person myself..

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Widowmaker:

💋 Honestly she doesnt mind. After her well.. change Amelie doesnt talk much to others too, obviously because of her lack of emotion. Another cause its due to cold temper everyone is scared of her.

💋 She doesnt mind your fear of human beings relationships and why would she? Amelie has your attention only for herself.

💋 Sometimes she gossip about other people with you about how stupid and puny they are.

💋 ,,Hey chérie dont worry I dont want to talk to others too. I only need you.“

💋 But when you started to keep your mouth shut when you both are out with other talon agents she is a bit worried. She knows whats up. You are the ,,secretive” type of a person.

💋  If your antisocial level gets you to that point when you are scared of people it makes her even more worried. Of course you dont know that she is worried she keeps it for herself,

💋 Welcome to your therapy where traumatized woman without emotions tries to help a small ball of anxiety meet other people.

💋 She tries really hard to help you. REALLY HARD.

💋 You feel nervous? No worries. Amelie gives you her cold hands so you can calm down.

💋 If someone treats you shitty when you try to comunicate she gives them a death glare. You will have to ensure her you are alright because she is ready to give them that BOOM HEADSHOT

  💋 Deep inside Widowmaker knows you can do it she cheers for you tho you might have not notice it due to her resting face. Like come on! You could enamor a deadly widowmaker! Thats a big thing to do and you are scared to talk to normal people? Well she is rather confused.

💋 She doesnt want to pressure you by the amount of comunication so she simply takes you to your apartament when you drink cofee in comfy sofa talking how great you did today. Widow is really a chill lover.


Mercy: 

🕊 Angela notices your antisocial behaviour immediately. She has a sixth sense to people. All thanks to her load of empathy!

🕊 She will try to get others in base to know they need to be gentle when they talk to you.Trust me Overwatch agents talk to you the sweetest they can and if someone makes you cry later Angela will kindly kick their ass and give them lecture ,,How would you feel huh?.”

🕊 Everytime you both go out in public and you get anxious about yourself Mercy will take your hand and hold it gently. She gives you her bright smile that says ,, Its going to be okay dont worry my love”.

🕊 Honestly she is supportive to you. You went to order food obly by yourself? ,,Good job y/n!” You talked to mailman? ,,You are doing great my beloved!”

🕊 Encourages you to talk to others often. She isnt harsh. Angela just wants you to take your time and cherish your future friendships.

🕊 If someone makes you feel bad she will try to cam you by combining your hair, make you tea whatever type is your favorite and kiss you in the forehead. Later on she will witch haunt that dude who made you sad.

🕊 As i said she is really determinated to make you feel comfortable around others. She even buys stickers a star ones. You know why? Everytime you make a step likely a conversation you get one.  

🕊  🌟YOU GET A SHOWER OF GLOWING STARS 🌟

🕊 In conversations Angela compliments you a lot. ,, Oh y/n is such a great artist she draw me once it was so realistic I thought its a photo” ( again you can insert whatever skill you have here! )

🕊  But if you want to be alone with her ( yeah not very alone if together ) she will cuddle with you and shower you not with stars but kisses.


D.va:

🐰 Hana noticed your strange behaviour when she streamed. You immediately ran away out of room. It was kinda weird. She just wanted to introduce you to her fans.

🐰 She has a mission now. Make you more open to others although she feels important when you talk only to her but  Hana wont hesitate until you earn yourself a new friend.

🐰 Really determinated. D.va will take any oppurtiny to give you social connection with others but dont worry a thing she wont let you go alone!

🐰 Complimates you in conversation with others , says how great your skills are and over all how lovely person you are. ,, Yeah y/n is such a badass when she fought these talon agents I am telling you” ( considering you are another overwatch agents but its okay if you are not lets just say you are  )

🐰 Now when she streams she explains to her followers why you act like that. Later you receive ton of cute letters from D.va’s fans! They gently encourage you to be more open.

🐰   ,, Listen y/n I know some people are pure shitheads but please give others a chance I am sure they will like you!“

,, But what if they hurt me?”

,, Nah thats not your problem. They will have my mecha on their face".

🐰 After your training ( yeah thats how you guys name it now). You both go out and buy some milkshakes or if you like boba tea. Whatever you prefer. Sushi? Fries? Burgers?  Heck yeah you deserve those. You did great today.

🐰 She will continue your journey so you can meet some cool people. Tho she is lowkey worried you will fell in love with someone and you will leave her. Just kiss her on cheek and she will calm down.


It seems that Summer is taking her brother’s change into a girl rather well, though Morty still seems horribly confused and embarrassed by the situation. 

The ‘Morticia’ and Summer here are of Dimension C-365, a dimension in which Morty’s change into a girl occurred rather early on in his misadventures with his grandfather, leading to several potential deviations from the events their C-137 counterparts went through.

C-365 Summer and ‘Morti’ were always a lot closer to each other, with Summer being a bit more protective of her brother (now sister). This Summer is more relaxed, easy-going, and confident than C-137 Summer

Though still quite similar to C-137 Morty, C-365 Morty has always been a bit more interested in his adventures with his grandfather, and enjoys going on the weird and crazy trips alongside him. He – now she – still gets easily worried when things go wrong, though. She discovered the existence of the Council of Ricks earlier than C-137 Morty and enjoys meeting and making friends with the various other Morties in the universe. 

Corina

TITLE Corina

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 10


AUTHOR: lokilover9

Original Imagine: Imagine you’re an Asgardian Woman married to a nobleman. After a few years into your marriage, he begins to ignore you sexually. Each time you are both invited to Royal gatherings, he gets a bit drunk and acts like an ass so you avoid him. You’ve also noticed how incredibly gorgeous Loki is and often had to snap yourself out of staring at him.

NOTES/WARNINGS: Teen

Upon reaching the palace, Loki had Eir look at her hand and while it was being cleaned up and bandaged, he went to see Frigga. After explaining what happened, he asked if Corina could spend an hour with her while he ventured to the cottage to retrieve her things.

“Of course she can. Will she be alright?”

“I’m sure, but as she was struck in the head, I’d rather she wasn’t alone. She seems fine, but Eir said to keep an eye on her.”

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Mystery Skulls Mer AU

So I had this MSA Au idea after reading a fic sometime ago about Lewis and Vivi coming across a mer Arthur and that got me into thinking about an AU for it.
Like what if for mermaids once they hit the age of say 20 or something they have to go on land and find there soulmate? Other wise they’ll lose all trace of there humanity and turn into Sirens.

So we get Arthur who’s a some what shy nervous mer who usually keeps to himself and has a small collection of broken electronics he’s found through the years and keeps them in a dry cave some where far from mainland. He always dreams about creating these amazing devices and wants to someday find his soulmate and settle down doing what ever the humans call those vehicles.
He just liked fixing things and bringing them back to life but its hard when your usually always under water.

So one day he’s told by his uncle who always came down to the water to check up on his nephew that its time for him to come on shore and find his soulmate.

From there mermaids have it a little bit easier finding the one who there meant for, they can see these things called auras, for normal humans to mermaids there clear and just wavy, sorta like a heat wave. But for there soulmate there colorful and its obvious when they find them.

The problem for Arti is once he gets on land and Lance helps him out a bit he runs into Vivi and Lewis at the Peppers restraunt, at first he saw Vivi’s colorful aura and then Lewis as well. He get’s rather confused because he’s never heard about this happening and Lance has to tell the kid that it happens but very rarely.

Being still confused he tries to become friends with them and finds out that there intrested in the paranormal and crypitds which is what he is technicly classified as.
Arthur tries to get closer to them but after awhile he just feels like a burden, after all Lewis and Vivi are together and he feels like he’ll just ruin what they all ready have if he tries to wiggle his way further into there life.

Lewis is the first to notice Arties pulling away from them and he informs Vivi who’s confused as well. They try talking to him and he just says he’s busy learning all he can about mechanics from his Uncle as he lies through his teeth.

Eventually him keeping away from the two who are his soulmates catches up on him and its noticable, he’s more aggresive, there’s a green tint in his eye, he’s always thirsty and dissapearing a lot.

He’s slowly turning into a siren.

Vivi though donsen’t know and thinks that he may have been possesed when they visited a haunted asylum recently. So she gathers her book and supplies and decides to visit Arthur to help clense him of what ever is attached to him but on the way to Lance’s house that’s located by the ocean she notices something familiar in the water and goes to check it out.

She finds Arthur growling like a fearl animal, his tail is slapping across the water and his skin is turning green and his nails are becoming more claw like.

Anyway, that’s what I have so far but I can deffintly expand on it if anyones intrested? I also have some sketches of Mer Arti to but ahh

This all started from a fic and then an RP idea and now here we are with this AU haha

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31, Damen & Laurent

31. Catching the other before they fall

It was very hard to tell when Laurent was drunk—even Damen might have missed it, except that he had actually watched him down glass after glass of Makedon’s griva, and thus knew it was physically impossible for him not to be drunk.

“My friends are a poor influence on you,” Damen said as he helped Laurent to his feet—still graceful and unyielding, if he had just a little bit of help.

“This was a deliberate choice,” Laurent said gravely. “It is part of a plan. Tomorrow no one will think less of me for going lighter on the griva. Perhaps abstaining altogether.”

“You impressed Makedon enough last time, I don’t think he would think less of you anyway.”

“Reputations are fragile things.”

Damen supposed it was natural that Laurent still guarded his steps so closely, among allies no less than among enemies. The habits that had preserved him for years would not be shed lightly, and perhaps not ever. But Makedon, once won over, was not shed lightly either—which was fortunate, since he had been within full hearing of Laurent’s pronouncement of his plan. He winked and raised an unsteady glass to Damen behind Laurent’s back.

Damen winked back and offered Laurent an arm, which he took with a nod of solemn gratitude. They began walking, slowly and carefully, back toward the chamber they’d been given at Makedon’s fort.

At the foot of the stone stairs, a flustered servant approached with bows and apologies.

“Exalted, forgive me for disturbing you, but one of your men is, ah, somewhat the worse for drink and is attempting, that is, we have detained him at the doorway to the maids’ quarters—”

Damen swore under his breath, propped Laurent against the wall, and took a moment to question the servant and give him orders on where to lock up the offender until he could be dealt with in the morning. When he turned back, Laurent was gone.

“You are very slow,” came Laurent’s voice from above him, and Damen saw with some horror that Laurent, now far gone enough to sway, was halfway up the unrailed staircase alone.

“Laurent, please stay there and wait for me—”

“I want my bed and you are slow.” Laurent glared narrow-eyed at his own feet, carefully raising one and advancing it to the next step.

“Laurent—”

He slipped. Damen saw it as if it were happening in honey, slow and unstoppable. Laurent’s ankle turned, he stumbled and pitched to the side, over the edge of the staircase.

Damen caught him, clumsy and unbraced so that the weight bore him to the floor with a heavy whumpf, but he’d had much worse falls.

For a moment he just lay there on his back, heart racing and breath wheezing. Laurent fought free of his arms enough to look down at him, eyes glassy and confused.

“Well, if you’d rather carry me…” He collapsed bonelessly onto Damen’s chest and immediately began to snore.

Snarling imprecations—and the occasional endearment—until the corridor echoed with them, Damen hefted Laurent over his shoulder and carried him up to bed.