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anonymous asked:

can you make a list of cool heathers blogs to follow?

aaa okay i’ll do my best (if i’m forgetting anyone tell me and i’ll add it to the list)

@jdseyebrows​ i just reblogged their promo so they’re fresh on my mind and they make great heathers shitposts. 

@coolguyslikeyou​ more heathers shitposts 

@jdsmissingfinger​ heathers shitposts

@heathermcnamara-official​ heathers the musical posts and aesthetics

@tvlandheathers​ there’s only one post on this blog but there’s also not that much info on tvland heathers. if you’re as hopeful about the heathers reboot as i am then you’ll probably want to follow this blog

@autisticheathermcnamara​ not solely heathers but there’s a lot of it

@slushie-slater​ mostly screencaps and gifs from the movie with occasional musical content

@hetherdoot​ heathers shitposts

@yourundeadheathers​ every heathers post you could imagine. very active blog

@freezerbrain​ another active blog with lots of general heathers content

@ramsweeneyschest​ another member of the heathers shitposting squad

@heathermacdonald​ posts from both the musical and the movie

@vrryonica​ more heathers shitposts. there are a lot more heathers blogs than it thought

@0urloveisg0d heathers the musical mostly

@heathercubedfic assorted aus and headcanons and fics about the characters

@barrettmotherfuckinweed heathers the musical posts

@dirtyheathersconfessions heathers shitposts and photoshops that really aren’t dirty

@ichluge-ichtote posts from the movie and the musical

@heathers-music heathers the musical posts

@wetheasteroidthatsoverdue heathers the musical

@westerburghigh not purely heathers but there’s a lot of posts about it

@deadblogwalking general heathers content

@mythicbitch101 currently in hiatus but great heathers content when active

@everythingnumbs not entirely heathers but a lot of it

@youcarvedopenmyheart A+ heathers the musical content

@letsg0getaslushie lot’s of heathers and pictures of the cast

@heatherandheatherandheather general heathers content

@whatsyurdamage both the movie and the musical

@veronxcasawyer more heathers content 

@meantobeyours active blog, mainly heathers the musical

@heathersheadcanons submission-based blog about heathers headcanons

@fvckwitheagles mainly musical

@veronicaisnot lot’s of different stuff from the movie to the musical to aesthetics

@heathermcnamaradefensesquad general heathers content

@xoveronicasawyer lot’s of heathers and ships

@your-dead-girl-walking movie and musical content

@incorrectheathers quotes attributed to heathers characters

@allthingsheathers it really is all things heathers

@ifeellikebonoatliveaid heathers the musical content

@slurpees-and-suicide great heathers content and art 

@croquetduke heathers content and heathers aesthetics 

@heathersfashion no direct heathers content but i’m always really interested when their posts show up on my dash.

@heather-d​ no direct heathers content but heathers related aesthetics

there’s also a small group of heathers roleplayers and their blogs obviously don’t have a lot of content directly from the movie but they have such amazing understandings of their characters and they’ve posted incredible analyses of them (some of which i’ve reblogged here) so i wanna give them a shoutout: @greenmalleted@croquetqueen@sawyercide​ and there are definitely more that i’m forgetting

how come i have over 1500 followers anyway?? what are most of you doing here i hardly some of see you. what about this disaster area of a blog brought you here. thank you for your patronage. i appreciate you. if you’re reading this i’m glad you’re here even if i don’t get it.

ghost
is what they call you;
soldier
weapon
asset-

entropy
is what you are;
volatile
disorder
chaos

—  they should concede to call you Ares | s.m.

liswae  asked:

Are you still active snaj ? 😘

maybeh. 

…….maybeh.

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Breathe.

Word count; 1,3k
Ship; Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre; Fluff / Slight angst (panic attack)
Pronouns; They/Them | None used.


Requested by; anon



‘Not again, not again, please, not again’, you thought to yourself. Really; any timing would’ve been better than now, any other timing. While your eyes were looking around the room; you started hyperventilating, harshly digging your nails into your knees.

Keep reading

throwback to when i was trying to pick a url and i told myself that i needed something that screamed aftg and then instead of going with jostenboyd, minyarday, trojean, or any of the other 30 urls i had saved, i freaking went with kevin’s birthday like… that’s not obvious at all… i completely missed my own point… rip in peace

X Reader part 3

part 1  part 2  part 3 part 4



“Black, what the hell did you do?” I whisper to myself.

Frustrated and confused, I rake my bruised fingers through my shoulder length black wavy hair. Leaning back to the headboard of my bed, I close my sored eyes in hopes to find clarity about everything, but everything just comes back to me: all the memories, all moments, all the stolen kisses, all the little talks, all the secret meet ups. Everything just hits me like a tidal wave and washes me off to shore, leaving me for dead. My pounding head only makes it worse.

Out of all the girls I have fooled around with, why did it have to be Y/N? Where did I get the idea that it would be a good thing to fool around with her? I mean it is not that it was bad. It was great. Better than the previous ones, not that I am comparing. I mean why?

A month and a half ago, we were walking around the castle with James, Remus and Peter. We just can not fall asleep so we decided to lurk in the shadows. We split up for some reason and I was with Y/N that night. We where near the Hufflepuff dorm area when we heard footsteps coming from our left. In panic, we looked around for a place to hide and found a secret room. In the said room, it had windows by the wall that allowed moonlight to shine through it causing a bluish hue glow to illuminate the room. The room had a few chairs, a couch, some lamps, and a table. It was all set up to some what looked like a small living room. The room did not look like it was used for a long time. The door we went through it was not even an ordinary door. It disappears. We did not even know this room existed before. Whenever we walk around that hallway, it would only have a broom closet and nothing else. It just seemed that at that time, the door appeared in front of us when we needed to get away. Y/N thought that our fear of getting caught triggered the door to appear.

“Merlin’s beard! That was close.” Y/N said with a grin

“It was.” I laughed. My body was filled with adrenaline. I was in euphoric high that I can feel the energy and excitement in my bones. I sat down on the couch and Y/N sat beside me.

“This would be a good hiding spot. We should tell James.” Y/N suggested as she looked around the place.

“I agree to that. It is an excellent place to hang out.” I agreed.

“Yeah.” Y/N said and her eyes landed on me.

I do not know how long it was but it felt forever when we looked each other in the eyes.

With euphoria running through veins, the buzz feeling that is unexplainable, and that glow that illuminated Y/N’s face in such a different good way, somehow made me lean forward and kiss her lips. Her lips where soft and warm that caused my whole body to relax from running away. But in an instant, it dawned to me that I kissed her, Y/N, my close friend. I pulled away and looked at her. Her expression was full of shock.

“I-I… sorry. I think we should umm-a leave.” I said and stood up and went outside.

She followed behind me and we head back straight to the separate dorms.

Why?

Why did I kiss her that night?

If I hadn’t I wouldn’t have any problems at all.

Why? That kiss led to just one but two-no three- no but a thousand more which led to more than just one intimate moment but to hundreds more. We could not help it. We are just human and the animal instinct inside of us just takes over our whole being. Being with her like this was alright, she was not a terrible person but somewhere in the back of my mind kept telling me to finish whatever is going on between us. I think that nagging feeling was right. Right? I mean it would end either way. Me and Y/N just don’t swing that way. We are just friends needing to feel something else. So, I ended what we had. I ended it. I felt it would be best to end it like the way I would end it straight to the point. When I was about to tell her, I was not able to say it right away.

Something inside me was holding me back but I did not know what it was. I was so tensed up, nervous. It felt as if the whole room was -40°C and the cold pierced right into my bones. But I had to do it, and I did. As soon as I let go of those three words, I bolted out of the room. I could not stand the tension in air. I did not know where it came from but it was there. My chest was so closed after it all. I could not breathe. I knew how but I was not sure. I brushed it off, thinking it was the tension.

Ughhh… My head still hurts. The music from the common room blares through my dorm room walls. I could hear that deep bass and beat playing in the background and wizards continuous cheering. My hand is still sore from that punch I threw earlier. I try to subside the pain by flicking my wrist, shaking the pain off but the pain is still there.

Creak

I look up to see blinding light coming through an open door and see a silhouette of a girl enter the room. She comes in the room holding something I can not quite see.

“I found some bandages. We can finally fix that hand of yours.” The girl softly says and sits beside my bed.

My eyes finally adjust to the darkness of the room and sees Lily tending to my hand.

“Lumos.” She casts a spell and light illuminates her freckled face. She is just quiet, meticulously doing the dressing on my injured hand but she stops.

“Why did you punch James?” she asks. She looks at me straight in the eyes without flinching. I turn my gaze somewhere else only to see James’ quidditch uniform laying on the ground.

“It’s not the right time to ask.” I exhausted. I look back at her hoping she would drop it but she would not budge.

“What do you want to know?” I demanded. “I’m too tired to talk about this.” My headache pounding harder than before. My uninjured fingers instinctively pinch the bridge of my nose.

“What do I want to know?” She raises her voice a little. “What I want to know is why you ran right up to your best friend and knocked the wind right out of him. You sucker punched him as he was sitting down from the other side of room. He didn’t even spoke a word to you and you just punched him out of nowhere. What has gotten into you?”

Lily cups my injured hand and looks at me with those droopy sad worried stern eyes.

“I don’t know, Lily.” Is all I could manage to say.



“Merlin’s beard, James. Oh James wake up!” Y/N shouts to an unconscious James.

“Y/N that’s not going to help.” Peter peers

“Ohh shush Peter, what do you know?” Marlene says as she sits on an arm chair.

“How could this happen? I mean aren’t we suppose to be celebrating the quidditch cup?” Remus questions as he frantically passes back and forth by the windows. “Why did it end this way?” He frustratedly rakes his hair. The music is still playing loudly in the Gryffindor common room and some people are still partying at their own little corner.

“For Godrick’ sake, can everyone go back to their dorms?! And shut the pipe down will you?!” Lily shouts as she leaves the room with bandages.

The music stopped playing and everyone left besides Peter, Remus and Y/N.

Remus sits down, still agitated, on an arm chair. He leans towards the edge with his arms supporting his chin as he shakes his left leg.

“Y/N” Remus calls a distressed Y/N who is sitting on the floor by the couch where James lay. Y/N turns to Remus. “What happened?” Remus asks.

“I-I was just sitting with James talking about his ‘glorious triumph’ in earlier match. We were laughing about how he exaggerated his story telling. And then I saw Sirius stood up from his seat from the corner of the opposite wall and he just charged right at James. I didn’t know what got into him. He was just there. At first I thought he was just going to rough house play with James but not punch him.” she said

Remus who is intently listening to Y/N’s story tells her “I think you should go. We should all take a rest. We’ll worry about this in the morning.”  

……. lol I think this part would obviously confuse people. To clarify, this set in months ahead October; The beginning was told from Sirius’ point of view and was switched to third person; Lastly, in Sirius part, he has flashbacks and returns back to present time. The story does not end here….

The Bee Movie Script

I’m dying of thirst over here. Come on! Come on! - Here you are. - Thank you kindly. - Oh, watch it! - Sorry, darling. - There you are. - Thank you. Master Stadle. Mind if I join you? I’ll have the same. I should introduce myself. My name is Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey. I know who you are. Well, now. This is a fine chance. What brings Thorin Oakenshield to Bree? I received word that my father… …had been seen wandering… …the Wilds near Dunland. I went looking. I found no sign of him. Thorin, it’s been a long time… …since anything but rumor was heard… …of Thrain. He still lives. I am sure of it. My father came to see you before he went missing. What did you say to him? I urged him to march upon Erebor, to rally… …the seven armies of the Dwarves… …to destroy the dragon and take back… …the Lonely Mountain. And I would say the same to you. Take back your homeland. This is no chance meeting, is it, Gandalf? No. It is not. The Lonely Mountain troubles me… …Thorin. That dragon has sat there long enough. Sooner or later… …darker minds will turn towards Erebor. I ran into some unsavory characters… …whilst traveling on the Greenway. They mistook me for a vagabond. I imagine they regretted that. One of them was carrying a message. It is Black Speech. A promise of payment. For what? Your head. Someone wants you dead. Thorin, you can wait no longer. You are… …the heir to the Throne of Durin. Unite the armies of the Dwarves. Together, you have the might and power… …to retake Erebor. Summon a meeting of the seven Dwarf families. Demand they stand by their oath. The seven armies swore that oath to the one who wields the King’s Jewel. The Arkenstone. It is the only thing that will… …unite them, and in case you have forgotten… …that jewel was stolen by Smaug. What if I were to help you reclaim it? How? The Arkenstone lies half a world away… …buried beneath the feet of a fire-breathing dragon. Yes, it does. Which is why we’re going to need a burglar. How close is the pack? Too close. A couple of leagues, no more. But that’s not the worst of it. - Have the Wargs picked up our scent? - Not yet. But they will do. - We have another problem. - Did they see you? They saw you. No, that’s not it. What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse. Excellent burglar material. Will you listen? Will you just… …listen? I’m trying to tell you there is something else out there. What form did it take? Like a bear? Ye… Yes, but bigger. Much bigger. You knew about this beast? I say we double back. And be run down by a pack of Orcs? There is a house… …it’s not far from here, where we might take refuge. Whose house? Are they friend or foe? Neither. He will help us or… …he will kill us. What choice do we have? None. Come on! This way! Quickly! Run! Bombur, come on! To the house! Run! Come on, get inside. Open the door! Quickly! - Push! - Push! Dwalin! Come on, lads! What is… …that? That is our host. His name is Beorn. And he’s a skin-changer. Sometimes he’s a huge black bear. Sometimes he’s a great strong man. The bear is unpredictable… …but the man can be reasoned with. However… …he is not overfond of Dwarves. He’s leaving. Come away from there. It’s not natural. None of it. It’s obvious. He’s under some… …dark spell. Don’t be a fool. He’s under no enchantment but his own. All right, now get some sleep. All of you. You’ll be safe here tonight. I hope. So you are the one they call Oakenshield. Tell me… …why is Azog… …the Defiler hunting you? You know of Azog? How? My people were the first to live in the mountains… …before the Orcs came down from the North. The Defiler killed most of my family. But some he… …enslaved. Not for work, you understand… …but for sport. Caging skin-changers… …and torturing them seemed to amuse him. There are others like you? Once there were many. And now? Now there is only one. You need to reach… …the mountain before the last days of autumn. Before Durin’s Day falls. Yes. You are running out of time. Which is why we must go through Mirkwood. A darkness lies upon that forest. Fell things creep beneath those trees. There is an alliance between the Orcs of Moria… …and the Necromancer in Dol Guldur. I would not venture there… …except in great need. We will take the Elven Road. That path is still safe. “Safe”? The Wood Elves of Mirkwood… …are not like their kin. They’re less wise… …and more dangerous. But it matters not. What do you mean? These lands are crawling with Orcs. Their numbers are growing. And you are on foot. You will never reach… …the forest alive. I don’t like Dwarves. They’re greedy… …and blind. Blind to the lives of those they deem… …lesser than their own. But Orcs I hate more. What do you need? Go now. While you have the light. Your hunters are not far behind. The Elven Gate. Here lies our path… …through Mirkwood. No sign of the Orcs. We have luck on our side. Set the ponies loose. Let them return to their master. This forest… …feels… …sick. As if a disease lies upon it. Is there no way around? Not unless we go 200 miles north. Or twice that distance… …south. Something moves in the shadows unseen… …hidden from our sight. Every day it grows in strength. Beware the Necromancer. He is not what he seems. If our Enemy has returned, we must know. Go to the tombs in the mountains. The High Fells. So be it. Not my horse! I need it! You’re not leaving us? I would not do this unless I had to. You’ve changed… …Bilbo Baggins. You’re not the same Hobbit as the one who left the Shire. I was going to tell you. I… …found something in the Goblin tunnels. Found what? What did you find? My courage. Good. Well, that’s good. You’ll need it. I’ll be waiting for you at the overlook, before… …the slopes of Erebor. Keep the map and key safe. Do not enter that mountain without me. This is not the Greenwood of old. The very air of the forest is heavy with illusion. It’ll seek to enter your mind and lead you astray. “Lead us astray”? What does that mean? You must stay on the path. Do not leave it. If you do, you’ll never… …find it again. No matter what may come, stay on… …the path! Come on. We must reach the mountain before the sun sets on Durin’s Day. - Durin’s Day? - Let’s go. It is our one chance to find the hidden door. The path turns this way. This way. Air. I need air. My head, it’s swimming! What’s happening? Keep moving. Nori… …why have we stopped? The path… …it’s disappeared. What’s going on? We’ve lost the path! Find it. All of you, look. Look for the path! I don’t remember this bit. None of it’s familiar. It’s got to be here. What hour is it? I do not know. I do not even know what day it is. Is there no end to this accursed forest?! Attercop. Look. A tobacco pouch. There’s Dwarves in these woods. Dwarves from the Blue Mountains, no less. This is exactly the same as mine. Because it is yours. Do you understand? We’re going around in circles. We are lost. We are not lost. We keep heading east. But which way is east? We’ve lost the sun. I thought you were the expert. The sun. We have to find… …the sun. Up there. We need to… …get above the canopy. What was that? Enough! Quiet! All of you! We’re being watched. I can see a lake! And a river. And the Lonely Mountain. We’re almost there! Can you hear me? I know which way to go! Hello? Hello. Oh, no. Oh, come on. Kill them! Kill them. Eat them now, while their blood is running. Their hide is tough, but there’s good juice inside. Stick it again. Stick it again. Finish it off. The meat’s alive and kicking! Kill him. Kill him now. Let us feast. Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! Eat them alive! Feast! - What is it? - What is it? Eat them alive! Fat and juicy. Just a… …little taste. Curse it! Where is it?! Where is it?! Here. Ah! It stings! It stings! Sting. That’s a good name. Sting. You all right there, Bofur? - I’m all right! - Get it off me! Where’s Bilbo? I’m up here! Grab the legs! Pull! Pull! Where is it? Where is it? Come on. Where is it? No! No! No! Thorin! Get them! Come on! Look out, brother! Fili! Mine. Come on… …keep up! We’re clear! Do not think I won’t kill you, Dwarf. It would be my pleasure. - Help! - Kili! Throw me a dagger! Quick! If you think I’m giving you… …a weapon, Dwarf… …you’re mistaken! Search them. B'ey! Give it back! That’s private! Who is this? - Your brother? - That is… …my wife! And what is this horrid creature? A Goblin-mutant? That’s my wee lad, Gimli. Where did you get this? It was given to me. Not just a thief, but a liar as well. Thorin, where’s Bilbo? Unh! This is not the end of it! - Do you hear me?! - Hey, let us out of here! Get off me! Aren’t you going to search me? I could have anything down my trousers. Or nothing. - Again! - Leave it! There’s no way out! This is no Orc dungeon. These are the Halls of the Woodland Realm. No one leaves here but by the king’s consent. Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand. A quest to reclaim a homeland… …and slay a dragon. I myself suspect a more prosaic motive. Attempted burglary. Or something of that ilk. You have found… …a way in. You seek that which would… …bestow upon you the right to rule. The King’s Jewel. The Arkenstone. It is precious to you beyond measure. I understand that. There are gems in the mountain that I too desire. White gems… …of pure starlight. I offer you my help. I am listening. I will let you go… …if you but return what is mine. A favor for a favor. You have my word. One king to another. I would not trust Thranduil… …the great king… …to honor his word… …should the end of all days be upon us! You… …who lack all… …honor! I have seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once, starving, homeless… …seeking your help. But you turned your back! You turned away from the suffering of my people… …and the inferno that destroyed us. Do not talk to me of dragon fire. I know… …its wrath and ruin. I have faced… …the great serpents of the North. I warned your… …grandfather of what his greed would summon. But he would not listen. You are just like him. Stay here if you will… …and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink… …in the life of an Elf. I’m patient. I can wait. Did he offer you a deal? He did. I told him he could go sh kakhf ai-’d dr-rugnu! Him and all his kin! Well, that’s that, then. A deal was our only hope. Not our only hope. I know you’re there. Why do you linger in the shadows? I was coming to report to you. I thought I ordered that nest to be destroyed not two moons past. We cleared… …the forest as ordered, my lord. But more spiders keep… …coming up from the South. They are spawning in… …the ruins of Dol Guldur. If we could kill them at their source… That fortress lies beyond our borders. Keep our lands clear of those foul creatures. That is your task. And when we drive them off, what then? Will they not spread to other lands? Other lands are not my concern. The fortunes of the world… …will rise and fall. But here in this… …kingdom, we will endure. Legolas said you fought well today. He has grown very fond of you. I assure you, my lord… …Legolas thinks of me as no more than a captain of the guard. Perhaps he did once. Now I am not so sure. I do not think you would allow your son… …to pledge himself to a lowly Silvan Elf. No, you are right. I would not. Still, he cares about you. Do not give him hope where there is none. The stone in your hand, what is it? It is a talisman. A powerful spell lies upon it. If any but a Dwarf reads the runes on this stone… …they will be forever cursed. Or not. Depending on whether you believe in that kind of thing. It’s just a token. A rune stone. My mother… …gave it to me so I’d remember my promise. What promise? That I would come back to her. She worries. She thinks I’m reckless. Are you? Nah. Sounds like quite a party… …you’re having up there. It is Mereth e-nGilith… …the Feast of Starlight. All light is sacred to the Eldar. But Wood Elves love best the light of the stars. I always thought it is a cold light. Remote and far away. It is memory… …precious and pure. Like your promise. I have walked there sometimes. Beyond the forest… …and up into the night. I have seen the world fall away… …and the white light of forever fill the air. I saw a fire moon once. It rose over the pass near Dunland. Huge. Red and gold, it was. It filled the sky. We were an escort for some merchants from Ered Luin. They were… …trading in silverwork for furs. We took the Greenway south… …keeping the mountain to our left. And then it appeared. This huge fire moon… …lighting our path. I wish I could show you the caverns. Galion, you old rogue, we’re running out of drink. These empty barrels should have been sent back to Esgaroth hours ago. The bargeman will be waiting for them. Say what you like about our… …ill-tempered king. He has excellent taste in wine. Come, Elros, try it. I have the Dwarves… …in my charge. They’re locked up. Where can they go? Ha, ha. I’ll wager the sun is on the rise. Must be nearly dawn. We’re never gonna reach the mountain, are we? Not stuck in here, you’re not. Bilbo! What? Shh! There are guards nearby! - Ha, ha, ha. - Close the doors. - It’ll buy us more time. - All right, Nori. - Up the stairs. - You first. Ori. Not that way. Down here. Follow me. Go. Easy, now. This way. Come on. I don’t believe it. We’re in the cellars! You were supposed to be leading us out, not further in! I know what I’m doing! Shh! This way! This way! Everyone… - …climb into the barrels quickly. - Are you mad? - They’ll find us. - No, no. They won’t, I promise you. Please, please. You must trust me. Do as he says. Move your big ginger head. Bifur, get in… …the barrel! Move! Everyone’s in. What do we do now? Hold your breath. Hold my breath? What do you mean? Where is the Keeper of the Keys? Well done, Master Baggins. Go! Come on, let’s go! Hold on! Bilbo! Hang on! - Help! - Ori! No! Watch out! There’s Orcs! Get under the bridge! Kili! Kili! Kili. Kili! Nori! Cut the log! Bombur! Tauriel. Oh, it’s you! Why am I here, Gandalf? Trust me, Radagast. I would not have called you here without good reason. This is not a nice place to meet. No. It is not. These are dark spells, Gandalf. Old and full of hate. Who’s buried here? If he had a name, it’s long since been lost. He would have been known only… …as a servant of evil. One of a number. One of nine. Why now, Gandalf? I don’t understand. The Ringwraiths… …have been summoned to Dol Guldur. But it cannot be the Necromancer. A human sorcerer could not summon such evil. Who said it was human? The Nine only answer to one master. We’ve been blind, Radagast. And in our blindness… …the Enemy has returned. He is summoning his servants. Azog the Defiler… …is no ordinary hunter. He is a commander. A commander of legions. The Enemy is preparing for war. It will begin in the East. His mind is set upon that mountain. - Where are you going? - To rejoin the others. Gandalf. I started this. I cannot forsake them. They are in grave danger. If what you say is true… …the world is in grave danger. The power in that fortress will only grow stronger. You want me to cast my friends aside? - Anything behind us? - Not that I can see. - I think we’ve outrun the Orcs. - Not for long. We’ve lost the current. Bombur’s half drowned. - Make for the shore! - Aye. Come on, let’s go! Gloin, help me, my brother. Come on, lift yourself. Come on! Come on, you big lump, you! I’m fine. It’s nothing. On your feet. Kili’s wounded. His leg needs binding. There’s an Orc pack on our tail. We keep moving. To where? To the mountain. We’re so close. A lake lies between us and that mountain. - We have no way to cross it. - So then we go around. The Orcs will run us down, as sure as daylight. We’ve no weapons to defend ourselves. Bind his leg, quickly. You have two minutes. Do it again… …and you’re dead. Excuse me… …but you’re from Lake-town, if I’m not mistaken. That barge over there… …it wouldn’t be available for hire, by any chance? What makes you think I would help you? Those boots have seen better days. As has that coat. No doubt you have some hungry mouths to feed. How many bairns? A boy and two girls. And your wife, I imagine she’s a beauty. Aye. She was. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… Oh, come on, come on. Enough of the niceties. What’s your hurry? What’s it to you? I would like to know who you are… …and what you are doing in these lands. We are simple merchants from the Blue Mountains… …journeying to see our kin… …in the Iron Hills. Simple merchants, you say? We need food… …supplies, weapons. Can you help us? I know where these… …barrels came from. What of it? I don’t know what business you had with the Elves… …but I don’t think it ended well. No one enters Lake-town… …but by leave of the Master. All his wealth comes from trade with the Woodland Realm. He would see you in irons before risking the wrath of King Thranduil. Offer him more. I’ll wager there are… …ways to enter that town unseen. Aye. But for that… …you would need a smuggler. For which we would pay double. Such is the nature of evil. Out there in… …the vast ignorance of the world… …it festers and spreads. A shadow that grows in the dark. A sleepless malice as black… …as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was. So will it always be. In time, all foul things come forth. You were tracking a company of 13 Dwarves. Why? Not 13. Not anymore. The young one… …the black-haired archer… …we stuck him with a Morgul shaft. The poison’s in his blood. He’ll be… …choking on it soon. Answer the question, filth. I would not antagonize her. You like killing things, Orc? You like death? Then let me give it to you. I do not care about one… …dead Dwarf. Answer the question. You have nothing to fear. Tell us… …what you know and I will set you free. You had orders to kill them. Why? What is Thorin Oakenshield to you? The Dwarf runt will never be king. King? There is no King Under the Mountain, nor will there ever be. None would dare enter Erebor… …whilst the dragon lives. You know nothing. Your world will burn. What are you talking about? Speak! Our time has come again. My master serves the One. Do you understand now, Elfling? Death is upon you. The flames of war… …are upon you. Why did you do that? You promised to set him free. And I did. I freed his wretched head from his miserable shoulders. There was more… …the Orc could tell us. There was nothing more he could tell me. What did he mean by “the flames of war”? It means they intend to unleash a weapon so great… …it will destroy all before it. I want the watch doubled at our borders. All roads, all rivers. Nothing moves, but I hear of it. No one enters this kingdom. And no one leaves it. Watch out! What are you trying… …to do, drown us? I was born and bred on these waters, Master Dwarf. If I wanted to drown you… …I would not do it here. Oh, I’ve had enough of this lippy Lakeman. I say we throw him over the side and be done with it. - Bard, his name’s Bard. - How do you know? Uh, I asked him. I don’t care what he calls himself. I don’t like him. We do not have to like him. We simply have to pay him. Come on now, lads. Turn out… …your pockets. How do we know he won’t betray us? We don’t. There’s… …just a wee problem. We’re 10 coins short. Gloin. Come on. - Give us what you have. - Don’t look to me. I have been bled dry… …by this venture. What have I seen… …for my investment? Naught but misery and… …grief and… Bless my beard. Take it. - Take all of it. - Ahem. The money, quick. Give it to me. We will pay you when we… …get our provisions but not before. If you value your freedom, you’ll do as I say. There are guards ahead. What’s he doing? He’s talking to someone. He’s pointing right at us. Now they’re… …shaking hands. - What? - The villain. He’s selling us out. Quiet. We’re approaching the tollgate. Halt! Goods inspection! Papers, please! Oh, it’s you, Bard. Morning, Percy. Anything to declare? Nothing, but that I am cold and tired… …and ready for home. You and me both. There we are. All in order. Not so fast. “Consignment of empty barrels from the Woodland Realm.” Only… …they’re not empty… …are they, Bard? If I recall correctly… …you’re licensed as a bargeman. Not… …a fisherman. That’s none of your business. Wrong. It’s the Master’s business, which makes it my business. Oh, come on, Alfrid, have a heart. People need to eat. These fish are illegal. Empty the barrels… - …over the side. - You heard him. In the canal. Come on. Get a move on. Folk in this town are struggling. Times are hard. Food is scarce. That’s not my problem. And when the people hear the Master is dumping fish… …back in the lake… …when the rioting starts… …will it be your problem then? Stop. Ever the people’s champion… …eh, Bard? Protector of… …the common folk. You might have their favor now, bargeman… …but it won’t last. Raise the gate! The Master has his eye on you. You’d do well to remember: We know where you live. It’s a small town, Alfrid. Everyone knows where everyone lives. All this talk of civil unrest. Someone’s been stirring the pot, sire. Gout playing up, sire? It’s the damp. It’s the only possible explanation. Get me a brandy. The mood of the people, sire, it’s turning ugly. They’re commoners, Alfrid. They’ve always been ugly. It’s not my fault they live in a place… …that stinks of fish oil and tar. Jobs, shelter, food. It’s all they ever bleat about. It’s my belief, sire, they are being led on by troublemakers. Then we must find these… …troublemakers and arrest them. My thoughts exactly, sire. And all this talk of change must be suppressed. Can’t afford to let the rabble band together… …and start making noises. The next thing… …you know, they’ll start asking questions… …forming committees… …launching inquiries. Out with the old, in with the new? What? That’s what they’ve been saying, sire. There is even talk… …of an election. An election? Heh. That’s absurd. I won’t stand for it. Ha! I don’t think they’d ask you to stand, sire. Shirkers. Ingrates. Rabble-rousers. Who would have the nerve to question my authority? Who would dare? Who…? Bard. You mark my words: That trouble-making bargeman… …is behind all this. Get your hands off me. You didn’t see them. They were never here. The fish you can have for nothing. Follow me. Da! Our house, it’s being watched. You can tell the Master I’m done… …for the day. Da! Where have you been? Father! There you are! I was worried. Here, Sigrid. Bain, get them in. If you speak of this to anyone… …I’ll rip your arms off. Get off. Up there. Da… …why are there Dwarves climbing out of our toilet? Will they bring us luck? They may not be the best fit… …but they’ll keep you warm. Thank you very much. A Dwarvish windlance. You look like… …you’ve seen a ghost. He has. The last time we saw… …such a weapon… …a city was on fire. It was the day the dragon came. The day that Smaug… …destroyed Dale. Girion, the Lord of the City… …rallied his bowmen… …to fire upon the beast. But a dragon’s hide is tough. Tougher than the strongest armor. Only a Black Arrow fired from a windlance… …could have pierced the dragon’s hide. And few of those… …arrows were ever made. The store was running low… …when Girion… …made his last stand. Had the aim of Men been true that day… …much would have been different. You speak as if you were there. All Dwarves know the tale. Then you would know that Girion hit the dragon. He loosened a scale under the left wing. One more shot and he would have killed the beast. That’s a fairy story, lad. Nothing more. You took our money. Where are the weapons? Wait here. Tomorrow begins… …the last days of autumn. Durin’s Day falls the morn after next. We must reach the mountain before then. And if we do not? If we fail to find the hidden door before that time? Then this quest has been for nothing. What is this? Pike hook. Made from an old harpoon. - And this? - A crowbill, we call it. Fashioned from a smithy’s hammer. It’s heavy in hand, I grant… …but in defense of your life, these will serve you better than none. We paid… …you for weapons. Iron-forged swords… …and axes! It’s a joke! You won’t find… …better outside the city armory. All iron-forged weapons are held there… …under lock and key. Thorin… …why not take what’s… …on offer and go? I’ve made do with less. So have you. - I say we leave now. - You’re not going anywhere. What did you say? There are spies watching this house… …and probably every dock and wharf in the town. You must wait… …till nightfall. Thorin. Da? Don’t let them leave. Tauriel… …you cannot hunt 30 Orcs… …on your own. But I’m not on my own. You knew I would come. The king is angry… …Tauriel. For 600 years… …my father has protected you, favored you. You defied his orders. You betrayed his trust. The king has never let Orc filth… …roam our lands. Yet he would let this Orc pack cross our borders and kill our prisoners. It is not our fight. It is our fight. It will not end here. With every victory, this evil will grow. If your father has his way, we will do nothing. We will hide within our walls… …live our lives away from the light… …and let darkness descend. Are we not part of this world? Tell me, mellon. When did we let evil become stronger than us? Hello, Bard. What you after? There was a tapestry! An old one! Where’s it gone? What tapestry you talking about? This one. They were Dwarves, I tell you. Appeared… …out of nowhere. Full beards. Fierce eyes. I’ve never seen the like. What are Dwarves doing in these parts? - It’s the prophecy. - The prophecy? The Prophecy of Durin’s Folk. Prophecy. Prophecy. The old tales will come true. Vast halls of treasure! Can it really be true? Has the lord of silver fountains returned? The lord of the silver fountains The King of carven stone The King beneath the mountain Shall come into his own! And the bell shall ring in gladness At the Mountain King’s return But all shall fail in sadness And the lake will shine and burn Da, I tried to stop them. How long have they been gone? - Can you see anything? - Shh! Keep it down. As soon as we have the weapons, we make straight for the mountain. Go, go, go. Go, Nori. Next. You all right? I can manage. Let’s just get out of here. Run! Quickly! Move now! Get off me! Get off! Move them along here. Move on! What is the meaning of this? - We caught them stealing weapons, sire. - Ah. Enemies of the state, eh? A desperate bunch of… …mercenaries, if ever there was, sire. Hold your tongue! You do not know to whom you speak. This is no common criminal. This is Thorin… …son of Thrain, son of Thror! We are the Dwarves of Erebor. We have come to reclaim our homeland. I remember this town in the great days of old. Fleets of boats lay at harbor… …filled with silks and fine gems. This was no forsaken town on a lake. This was the center of all trade in the North! I would… …see those days return. I would relight the great forges of the Dwarves… …and send wealth and riches… …flowing once more from the Halls of Erebor! Death! That is what you will… …bring upon us! Dragon fire and ruin. If you waken that beast… …it will destroy us all. You can listen to this naysayer… …but I promise you this: If we succeed… …all will share in the wealth of the mountain. You will have enough gold to rebuild Esgaroth… …10 times over! All of you! Listen to me! You must listen! Have you forgotten what happened to Dale? Have you forgotten those… …who died in the firestorm?! And for what purpose? The blind ambition of a Mountain King… …so riven by greed, he could not… …see beyond his own desire! Now, now! We must not, any of us… …be too quick to lay blame. Let us… …not forget that it was… …Girion, Lord of Dale… …your ancestor… …who failed to kill the beast! It’s true, sire. We all know the story. Arrow after arrow, he shot. Each one missing its mark. You have no right. No right to enter that mountain. I have the only right. I speak to the Master… …of the Men of the Lake. Will you see the prophecy fulfilled? Will you… …share in the great wealth of our people? What say you? I say unto you… Welcome! Welcome! And thrice… …welcome… …King Under the Mountain! You do know we’re one short. Where’s Bofur? - If he’s not here, we leave him behind. - We’ll have to. If we’re to find the door before… …nightfall, we can risk no more delays. Not you. We must travel at speed. You will slow us down. What are you talking about? I’m coming with you. Not now. I’m going to be there when that door is opened. When we first look upon the Halls of our Fathers, Thorin. Kili, stay here. Rest. Join us when you’re healed. I’ll stay with the lad. My duty lies with the wounded. Uncle. We grew up on tales of the mountain. Tales you told us. You cannot take that away… - …from him! - Fili. I will carry him if I must! One day you will be king and you will understand. I cannot risk the fate of this quest for the sake of one Dwarf. Not even my own kin. Fili, don’t be a fool. You belong with the company. I belong with my brother. By my beard, is that the time?! Ah! Go now with our goodwill… …and good wishes. - And may your return bring good fortune… - Wait! …to all! Goodbye. Out of the way! No! No! Ha. So you missed the boat as well? Kili? Kili! No. I’m done with Dwarves. Go away. No, no… …no! Please! No one will help us. Kili’s sick. He’s very sick. What is this place? It was once the city of Dale. Now it is a ruin. The desolation of Smaug. The sun will soon reach midday. We must find the hidden door into the mountain before it sets. This way. Wait. Is this the overlook? Gandalf said to meet him here. - On no account were we to… - Do you see him? We have no time… …to wait upon the Wizard. We’re on our own. Come! Dol Guldur. The Hill of Sorcery. It looks completely abandoned. As it is meant to. A spell of concealment… …lies over this place, which means… …our Enemy is not yet ready to reveal himself. He has not regained his full strength. Radagast, I need you to carry a message to the Lady Galadriel. Tell her we must force his hand. What do you mean? I’m going in alone. On no account come after me. Do I have your word? Yes, yes, yes! Wait, Gandalf! What if it’s a trap?! Turn around and do not come back. It’s undoubtedly a trap. Anything? Nothing! If the map is true… …then the hidden door lies directly above us. Up here! You have keen eyes, Master Baggins. This must be it. The hidden door. Let all those who doubted us… …rue this day! Right, then. We have a key. Which means that somewhere… …there is a key-hole. “The last light of Durin’s Day… …will shine upon… …the key-hole.” Nori. We’re losing the light. Come on. Be quiet! I can’t hear when you’re thumping. I can’t find it. It’s not here! It’s not here! - Break it down! - Aye. Come on! Break! It has to break. It’s no good. The door’s sealed. Can’t be opened by force. There’s a powerful magic on it. No! “The last light of Durin’s Day… …will shine upon the key-hole.” That is what it says. What did we miss? What did we miss? Balin? We’ve lost the light. There’s no more to be done. We had but… …one chance. Come away, lads. It’s over. - Wait a minute. - We’re too late. Where are they going? You can’t give up now! Thorin. You can’t give up now. “Stand by the gray stone… …when the thrush knocks.” The setting sun. And “the last light of Durin’s Day will shine…” The last light. Last light. The last light! The key-hole! Come back! Come back! It’s the light of the moon! The last… …moon of autumn! Ha, ha, ha! Where’s the key? Where’s the key? Where’s the…? It was here. Come on, it was… It was here. It was just… Erebor. Thorin. I know these walls. These halls. This stone. You remember it… …Balin. Chambers filled with golden light. I remember. “Herein lies… …the Seventh Kingdom of… …Durin’s Folk. May the Heart of the Mountain unite all… …Dwarves in defense of this home.” The Throne of the King. Ah. And what’s that above it? The Arkenstone. Arkenstone. And what’s that? That, Master Burglar… …is why you are here. Can you not do something? I need herbs. Something to bring down his fever. I have nightshade. I have feverfew. They’re no use to me. Do you have any kingsfoil? No, it’s a weed. We feed it to the pigs. Pigs? Weed. Right. Don’t move. You want me to find a jewel? A large, white jewel. Yes. That’s it? Only, I imagine there’s quite a few down there. There is only one Arkenstone… …and you’ll know it when you see it. Right. In truth… …lad… …I do not know… …what you will find down there. You needn’t go if you don’t want to. There’s no dishonor in turning back. No, Balin. I promised I would do this… …and I think I must try. It never ceases to amaze me. What’s that? The courage of Hobbits. Go now… …with as much luck as you can muster. Oh, Bilbo? If there is, in fact… …a live dragon… …down there… …don’t waken it. Where is your master? Where is he?! Sauron! Hello? He’s not at home. Not at home. Ahem. Good. Good, good, good. What’s that? Shush. Shush. Arkenstone. Arkenstone. A large, white jewel. Very helpful. Well… …thief. I smell you. I hear your breath. I feel… …your air. Where are you? Where are you? Come, now… …don’t be shy. Step into the light. Hmm. There is something about you. Something you… …carry. Something made of gold. But far more… …precious. Precious! Precious! There you are… …Thief in the… …Shadows. I did not come to steal from you… …O Smaug… …the Unassessably Wealthy. I merely wanted… …to gaze upon your magnificence. To see… …if you really were as great as the old tales say. I did not believe them. And do you now?! Truly… …the tales and songs… …fall utterly short of your enormity… …O Smaug the Stupendous. Do you think flattery will keep you alive? No, no. No, indeed. You seem familiar with my name… …but I don’t remember smelling your kind before. Who are you… …and where do you come from… …may I ask? I come from under the hill. Underhill? And under hills… …and over hills my path has led. And… And… …through the air. I am he who walks unseen. Impressive. What else do you claim to be? I am… Luck-wearer. Riddle-maker. Lovely titles. Go on. Barrel-rider. Barrels? Now that is interesting. And what about… …your little Dwarf friends? Where are they hiding? Dwarves? No. No, no. No Dwarves here. You’ve got that all wrong. Oh, I don’t think so, Barrel-rider! They sent you in here… …to do their dirty work while they… …skulk about outside. Truly… …you are mistaken… …O Smaug, Chiefest and Greatest of Calamities. You have nice manners… …for a thief and… …a liar! I know the smell and taste of Dwarf. No one better! It is the gold! They are drawn… …to treasure like… …flies to dead flesh. Did you think I did not know… …this day would come?! That a pack of… …canting Dwarves… …would come crawling back… …to the mountain?! Was that an earthquake? That, my lad… …was a dragon. Da? It’s coming from the mountain. You should leave us. Take your children. Get out of here. And go where? There is nowhere to go. Are we going to die, Da? No, darling. The dragon. It’s going to kill us. Not if I kill it first. The King Under the Mountain is dead. I took his throne. I ate his… …people like a wolf among sheep. I kill where… …I wish, when… …I wish. My armor is iron. No blade can pierce me. All right. A Black Arrow? Why did you never tell me? Because you did not need to know. Listen to me carefully. I need you to distract the guards. Once I’m at the top of… …the tower, I’ll set the arrow to the bow. There he is! Bard! - After him! - Quickly! Down there. Go! Stop him! Stop him! Stop! Bain! Bain. Keep it safe. Don’t let anyone find it. I’ll deal with them. - I’m not leaving you. - Now go! Braga. You’re under arrest. - On what charge? - Any charge the Master chooses. Where’s he gone? What about Bilbo? Give him more time. Time to do what? To be killed? You’re afraid. Yes, I’m afraid. I fear for you. A sickness lies upon that treasure hoard. A sickness which drove… …your grandfather mad. I am not my grandfather. You’re not yourself. The Thorin I know would not hesitate to go in there… I will not risk… …this quest for the life of one burglar. Bilbo. His name is Bilbo. It’s Oakenshield… …that filthy Dwarvish usurper. He sent you in here… …for the Arkenstone, didn’t he? No. No… …no. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t bother denying it. I guessed his foul purpose some time ago. But it matters not. Oakenshield’s quest will fail. The darkness is coming. It will spread to every corner of the land. You are being used, Thief… …in the Shadows. You were only… …ever a means to an end. The coward… …Oakenshield has weighed… …the value of your life… …and found it worth nothing. No. No. No, you’re lying. What did he promise you? A share of the treasure? As if it was his… …to give. I will not part with… …a single coin. Not one piece of it. My teeth… …are swords. My claws are spears. My wings… …are a hurricane. So it is true. The Black Arrow found its mark. What did you say? I was just saying your reputation precedes you, O Smaug… …the Tyrannical. Truly. You have no equal on this earth. I am… …almost tempted to let you take it. If only to see Oakenshield… …suffer. Watch it… …destroy him. Watch it corrupt his heart… …and drive him mad. But I think not. I think our little game ends here. So tell me… …thief… …how do you choose to die? Nah. Da? Is that you, Da? - Aah! - Stay down! Get down! You killed them all. There are others. Tauriel. Come. We’re losing him. Tauriel. Athelas. Athelas. What are you doing? I’m going to save him. - You’re alive! - Not for much longer. - Did you find the Arkenstone? The Arkenstone. - The dragon’s coming. Did you find it? We have to get out. Thorin. Thorin. You will burn! - Run! - Ah! Come on, Bilbo! Come on. Hold him down. Unh! Tilda. Shh, shh, shh! We’ve given him the slip. No. He’s too cunning for that. So where to now? The western guardroom. There may be a way out. It’s too high. There’s no chance… - …that way. - It’s our only chance. We have to try. Come on. I’ve heard tell of the wonders of Elvish medicine. That was a privilege to witness. Tauriel. Lie still. You cannot be her. She is far away. She is far… …far away from me. She walks… …in starlight in another world. It was just a dream. Do you think she could’ve loved me? Stay close. That’s it, then. There’s no way out. The last of our kin. They must have come here… …hoping… …beyond hope. We could try to reach the mines. We might last a few days. No. I will not die like this. Cowering. Clawing for breath. We make for the forges. He’ll see us, sure as death. Not if we split up. Thorin… …we’ll never make it. Some of us might. Lead him to the forges. We kill the dragon. If this is to end in fire… …then we will all burn together. This way. Flee. Flee. Run for your lives. There is… …nowhere to hide. Behind you! Worm! Come on! Run! Hey, you! Here! This way. It’s this way! Come on! Thorin! Follow Balin! - Thorin. - Come on! Thorin! Hold on! Thorin! Go. Go! The plan’s not gonna work. These furnaces are stone cold. He’s right. We’ve no… …fire hot enough to set them ablaze. Have we not? I did not look to see you so easily outwitted. You have grown… …slow and fat… …in your dotage… …slug! Take cover. Go! Bombur! Get those bellows working. Go! Bilbo! Up there. On my mark… …pull that lever. Balin! Can you still mix a flash-flame? Aye. It’ll only take a jiffy. Come on! We don’t have a jiffy. Where’s the sulfur? You sure you know what… …you’re doing? Come on! Now! Lead him to the Gallery of the Kings. Keep going, Bilbo! Run! You think you… …can deceive me, Barrel-rider? You have come from Lake-town. This is some… …sordid scheme hatched between these filthy Dwarves… …and those miserable tub-trading Lakemen. Those sniveling cowards… …with their long bows… …and Black Arrows. Perhaps it is time… …I paid them a visit. Oh, no. This isn’t their fault! Wait! You cannot go to Lake-town! You care about them… …do you? Good. Then you can… …watch them die. Here! You witless worm. You. I am taking back what you stole. You… …will take nothing… …from me… …Dwarf. I laid low your warriors… …of old. I instilled terror in… …the hearts of Men. I am… …King Under… …the Mountain. This is not your kingdom. These are Dwarf lands. This is Dwarf gold. And we will… …have our revenge. Revenge?! Revenge?! I will show you revenge! Listen to me! Do you not know what is coming? I am fire. I am… …death. What have we done?

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If you're still doing the ask meme: ladrien, photoshoot

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part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11 (you are here!)


Let it never be said that Marinette Dupain-Cheng wasted time.

Okay so maybe, maybe ambushing Adrien in costume at the end of the photoshoot could have used a little more planning—like, what she was going to say to him, for example—but the word ‘date’ was still echoing around in her skull and planning was rather low on her list of priorities.

It could have gone worse, all told.

She alighted on one of the frames of the windows near where Adrien was packing up, and interrupted his escape with a quiet, “Hey.”

What happened next would haunt her dreams for months.

It wasn’t epic or dramatic or world-shattering. It wasn’t a kiss made of fireworks or a deceleration of love shouted to the skies or a moment that changed everything.

It was bigger than that.

It was Adrien sighing soft and exhausted as he zipped up his bag, shoulders slumped and face drawn.

It was Adrien turning to look at her in the low evening light, exhaustion vanishing in his surprise, bag forgotten.

It was Adrien’s drawn face lighting up, green eyes going peridot as they caught the sun, golden and overjoyed and thrilled.

Thrilled to see her.

Her.

“Hey,” he returned breathlessly, and Ladybug melted. Well and truly melted.

“Hey,” she echoed dumbly, muscles feeling like jelly and barely balancing on the window sill.

“I-I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, leaving his bag behind to stand by the sill. “What are you doing here?”

“Just… came to see how you were doing,” Ladybug managed, clinging to her yo-yo line and hoping the sunset covered up just how badly she was starting to blush. “…And… to see if, maybe, you w-wanted to… um.”

“I-if I wanted?”

“Date,” Ladybug choked out, having out with the one word that had been bouncing around in her head for hours. “G-go on a date. With me. Th-this weekend.”

“Yes, of course I want to! I mean…” He scratched the back of his head and grinned. “You beat me to it. I was going to ask you first.”

And in that moment, Ladybug had achieved the one thing she’d been longing to do for the past five years: successfully invite Adrien Agreste on a date.

And he said he was going to ask her first.

This day was going in her calendar.

“G-great! I’ll, um, I’ll call you?”

“Please.”

“Right. Um. I— city-saving.”

“City-saving…?” Adrien parroted, blinking. “Right! City-saving! You’d better—”

“Yeah, I’d better—”

“Go save Paris,” he urged her, then held up his phone. “And remember—”

“Of course! Who’d forget a hot date like you?”

Oops.

“Uh.”

Marinette carefully did not look at the bright red blush covering Adrien’s face from neckline to hairline. “Not me, obviously.”

Adrien had no response for that.

Marinette coughed awkwardly. “Anyway. Later!”

“…Later.”

Rather than leaving to save the city, Marinette left to save the last of her dignity.

…Now she just had to figure out a date worthy of Adrien that she could pull off by this weekend.

Vasquez x Reader: Whipped


I don’t own the picture, and I don’t own The Magnificent Seven.  Other than that, enjoy!

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD.

“No.”

“Vas—”

“I said no.”  You crossed your arms with a huff and glared at him. 

“But I want to fight.  I’m a great shot!”  Vasquez put down the pistol he was cleaning and glared at you. 

“I don’t care.  I am not letting you out there.  It’s too dangerous.”  You scoffed.

“You’re not letting me?”  He didn’t meet your gaze.  “Vas, I am not some child you can order around!  I’m capable of making my own decisions based on my capabilities!”

I don’t care!”  His sudden outburst shocked you into silence.  He took his hat off and ran a stressed hand through his hair with a loud sigh.  Then he stood up and walked towards you, gently placing his hands on your upper arms. “Look,” He began.  “It’s not that I don’t think you’re capable.  I think you’re better with a gun than most of the idiotas we’re going to face out there.  I just…” His grip on your arms tightened.  “I just want you to be safe.  You’re mi chica.  If anything happens to you…”  You nodded.

“I understand.”

“You do?”  You nodded.

“I get that you’re worried.  I do.  But I’m worried about you too, and I don’t want to just sit around and do nothing.”  He nodded too.

“I know.  But you have a job to do.”  He smiled cheekily.  “Someone has to protect las mujeres y los niños .”  You sighed.

“Okay.”  He smiled in relief.  “I just wished I could do more.” 

“Trust me.  You’re doing enough.”  He looked like he wanted to say more, but at that moment Chisolm grabbed him and hauled him out to discuss the plan.  You sat down on the crate Vasquez had been occupying and twiddled your thumbs.  That didn’t last long either.  Emma came in, grabbed you by the arm, and hauled you outside. 

“What are you doing?”  You asked.

“You good with a gun?”

“What?”  She stopped and turned to face you with a huff.

“Chisolm said you were good with a gun.  That true?”

“Oh.  Oh, yeah!”  You confirmed.  She nodded in satisfaction.

“Good, we can use you.”

“I’m supposed to watch the women and kids.”

“They’ll be fine; we built a hiding place.  Now come with me, I’ll fill you in.”  She pulled you into the saloon and up the stairs.

Which is how you found yourself in your current position.  Hunkered down behind a pile of grain bags as you hid from flying bullets.  You quickly sat up and took out one of Bogue’s men.  You ducked down to avoid more bullets, but one found its mark in your upper arm.  Blood poured out the wound and drenched your sleeve as you gasped in pain.  You went to pick up your rifle as you tried to ignore the pain.  Before you could take aim, you and Emma were hauled up by a man with a white beard as he pushed you inside the saloon, shielding you from half a dozen bullets in the process.  You and Emma collapsed against the wall as you heard footsteps enter the building.  You cautiously looked over the edge of the balcony but retreated as soon as you caught sight of Denali.  He looked up and saw you.  Emma picked up her pistol as you looked for your rifle, cursing under your breath when you realized it was still outside. Denali crept up this stairs, his eyes locked on you.  Emma fired her pistol, only for it to be empty.  She tried again and again, hoping there was one round left, but to no avail.  You wrapped an arm around Emma and she did the same, preparing to meet your fate.  I’m sorry, Vasquez.  You closed your eyes and prepared for the final blow. You heard scuffling and opened your eyes just as Red Harvest hissed something in Comanche to Denali and pushed him off the ledge.  You and Emma continued to hold each other as you sighed in relief.  Red Harvest helped the two of you up, and you descended the stairs.  A round of shots prevented you from leaving.  The Gatling gun had been fired again.  The three of you dropped to the ground and waited for it to pass.  When the firing ended, you all stood up.  You went to follow them, but Red Harvest stopped you.  He looked at your arm.

“You are hurt,” He said in broken English. “Stay here.”  You made to protest, but Emma cut in.

“He’s right.  You can barely move it,” She ripped a piece of her skirt off and tied it around your arm.  “Here.  This should stop the bleeding.  Now, go hide.  We’ll get you when it’s over.”  You nodded reluctantly, just as an explosion rattled the town.  Emma looked out the window, and she stiffened.  “On second thought,” She grabbed a rifle propped up next to the door.  “I’ll be right back.”  You watched her exit the saloon and enter the burnt church after Chisolm and a clearly terrified Bogue.  A lone gunshot broke the silence moments later.  You suddenly felt the strength leave you as you slumped to the floor.  Red Harvest grabbed your waist and hauled you upright.

“It’s over,” You breathed with a grin.  He nodded, and slowly helped you out of the saloon and into the streets.  You looked around.  Bodies littered the street, and barricades still burned. You recognized Jack’s prone form, and spotted Goodnight in the grass next to the Church.  Faraday and Billy were nowhere to be found.  Chisolm and Emma left the church, and you couldn’t find Vasquez.

Your heart dropped to your toes.  Oh God.  What if he…?

You were snapped out of it by the sound of someone screaming your name.  You pushed off from Red Harvest and turned around to see Vasquez sprinting up the street towards you.  He was uninjured for the most part, though one of his sleeves was drenched in blood. “Y/N!”  He grabbed you and kissed your face over and over.  “What are you doing here?!  I thought you were with the women and kids!  I went to find you, but you weren’t there.  I thought…I thought—I thought you were dead, chica! ¡Eres tan tonto!”    He pressed a rough kiss to your forehead.  He tightened his grip on you and you winced.  He noticed immediately and pulled back to investigate.  His eyes were immediately drawn to your bloody arm.  He blanched.  “¡¿Que pasó?!”  You followed his gaze to your arm.

“It’s nothing,” You reassured him.  “Just a graze.”  His face hardened and he glared at you.

“If you had just done as I asked this wouldn’t have happened.”

“I wanted to help!”

“You could’ve helped protect the others!”

I was!”

“It’s true,” Emma interjected.  “She saved a lot of innocent men today.” Vasquez whirled on her.

“You were a part of this?!” She stared him dead in the eye.  “I’ll get to you in a minute.” He growled.  “How could you let her do this?!”  Your temper flared.

“Enough!” You shouted and he turned back to you.  “No one ‘let’ me do this; this was my choice and mine alone!”  He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.  “Let me finish!”   He closed it and listened quietly, albeit reluctantly.  “I know you didn’t want me to, but I didn’t want to sit around knowing you were risking your life and I wasn’t doing anything!  What if our positions were flipped?  I can bet the clothes on my back you would do the exact same.  I understand you’re upset I decided to fight, but I was mad at you too!  You didn’t trust me!  You know I’m capable of handling myself, but you treated me like a baby!  Well I’ve got news for you: if something like this happens again, I’m not sitting on the sidelines.  So you’ve got two options: let me help you, or just watch as I help you anyway.”  You crossed your arms and looked up at him.  He was staring at you, before a dopey grin slowly spread across his face.  Chisolm and Red Harvest were snickering off to the side.  Vasquez slowly pulled you closer and brushed his lips over yours.

“Yes ma’am.”  You smiled softly up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer, grateful you had both made it.

Thanks to minigranger for requesting this one!

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Cassian x Reader Fic, Part 1

Title: “All is Fair in Love and War” AO3 / PART 2 tumblr / AO3
Length: 8k (hoo boy did it run wild on me! also I have no self control)
Rating: Mature for language and sexual content
Summary: Cassian and Reader can’t stand each other but when a mission goes wrong, Reader puts herself in the line of fire to protect him. Fluff, angst, spaceships and romance ensue.
Author’s note: Dedicated to broadlockland-of-cards for coming up with this wonderful idea and being so generous to let me write it! Merry Christmas and happy Cassian smut XOXO

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