where are her wonderful green eyes

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My Lysandra fancast because i’m tired of people whitewashing her.

Let’s take a look at SJM’s other POC characters and how they are described. One ongoing physical trait for her characters of seemingly Asian descent ( South for Nesryn, Southeast Thesan and Amren)

-Lysandra: “Large, slightly uptilted green eyes, sensuous lips, sharp cheekbones, and a pert nose combined to create a rare, staggering beauty that caused men to lose all common sense. Aelin stepped under the narrow awning and drawled, “As far as memory serves me, Lysandra, I warned you that if I ever saw you again, I’d kill you.”

-Nesryn: “Faliq,” Chaol growled, and the woman slid her midnight eyes toward him. If Nesryn’s family name didn’t give away her heritage, it was those eyes, slightly uptilted at the corners and lightly lined with kohl, that revealed at least one of her parents was from the Southern Continent.

-”I guessed who she was before she rose. Her right hand was solid gold—mechanical. The way Lucien’s was. It clicked and whirred quietly, drawing the eye of every immortal in the room as she faced her High Lord. Thesan smiled in warm welcome. But her face … I wondered if Amren had modeled her own features after a similar bloodline when she’d bound herself into her Fae body: the sharp chin, round cheeks, and stunning uptilted eyes. But where Amren’s were that unholy silver, this female’s were dark as onyx.” 

-So reaching back to Lysandra and her slightly uptilted eyes, nesryns slightly uptilted eyes, Amren and Thesans upswept eyes. They’re all ethnic canonically. Also just because Lysandras eyes are green doesn’t mean green is exclusive to white people. Freckles as well. I have an amazing fancast for her that shows what she could look like if everyone stopped whitewashing her.

My other fancast links for ACOTAR and TOG are below!

ACOTAR

Feyre Archeron

Rhysand

Nesta Archeron

Elain Archeron

Lucien Vanserra

Morrigan

Azriel

Cassian

Amren

Helion Spell Cleaver

Kallias and Viviane

Vassa

THRONE OF GLASS

Aelin

Lysandra

Nesryn Faliq

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Sartaq

Yrene Towers

Manon Blackbeak

*All photo edits are done by me

A quick Clexa AU fic list as requested by anon

This is rather chaotic as I’ve put it together real quick and I’ve plenty favorites - I might add more as I remember or as I go through my reading (some are finished, some are on-going). For now though …

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And I Thought You Might Be Mine

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Written by: Nai | @hiddenpolkadots
Prompt: Tol: is that my shirt?
Smol, wearing a shirt that goes down to their knees: … no
words: 2500


Bellamy is aware that living with Clarke was going to come with some challenges.

(Or, as Octavia put it, rather excitedly, “It’s going to be a total fucking shitshow, and Raven and I have a bet going on who would commit murder first.”)

But despite their friends utmost certainty that things were going to crash and burn within the first week, they’ve been happily living together for the past six months, so he made sure to tell them to suck it after they hit the two week mark, because he’s a responsible adult.

That isn’t to say that it’s a walk in the park either. He and Clarke still argue about every little thing, but that’s just how they communicate. Now they just add arguing about domestic things such as whose turn it is to do the dishes, or why hasn’t he taken out the trash yet into the mix as well. He maybe likes it a bit too much, but no one needs to know about that.

He’s also become privy to a lot more of her quirks which- he likes to think that being friends, or at least acquaintances, with Clarke for over four years meant that he knew her fairly well, but once they move in, it becomes a whole other story.

For example, he learns that despite being left handed, she brushes her hair and teeth with her right, she always has to keep a full cup of water on her bedside table at night, and she needs more pillows than necessary to sleep.

Perhaps the most interesting quirk of hers is that she’s always stealing his clothes, all the fucking time.

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Hesitant || Kisses Series

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: jealous protective Steve, Scheming Nat, and fluff, Whole lotta fluff

Word Count: 2300+

Summary: Love has many different ways of expressing itself. One form, is the different ways you share a kiss.

A/N: So I drove home over the weekend, a nearly 16 hour drive. Now I’m home for a few days so hopefully I can get a few more parts out of my stories… If my mother will ever leave me alone. Also, I am not by any means great a proof reading to begin with, and the exhaustion doesn’t help much. This is a longer part, one I struggled with writing. I knew where I wanted it to go, but couldn’t figure out how to put it into words. . I hope you guys enjoy!! 

The gif is not mine. Credit to the wonderful owner.


Cheeky | Hesitant | Wake up | Sloppy | In the Moment | Distracted | Breathtaking

“What on God’s green earth is wrong with the two of you?” Y/N snarled at Bucky and Sam, who for some reason over the past few days were quiet literally breathing down the back of her neck. They both grinned sheepishly at her, but otherwise ignored her question. Y/N rolled her eyes and elbowed them out of the way and headed towards her room. She found herself running from the two of them more often than usual.

Typically, Y/N wouldn’t mind the hugs. She didn’t have room to argue about their touchiness for the first day or so. But then it got progressively worse as they days drug on. Sam was the extreme of the two. He would either drag her into his side or stand behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. He’d make a big show about getting a hug when others were in the room. Then if Bucky was in the room, he’d fight with Sam for her attention. Y/N had no idea what was going on with the two of them and quiet honestly, it was driving her crazy.

The final straw was when she was sitting on the couch watching TV with Steve and Natasha. Bucky and Sam had both walked into the living room and spotted Y/N beside Steve. Sam moved first, sitting beside Y/N and practically dragging her away from her cuddle fest with Steve. Bucky growled at Sam, and tried to man handle her into his own arms. Before she could start to argue, Steve quickly stood and scooped up Y/N into his arms without a word. He motioned for Natasha to switch seats and took her place on the love seat with Y/N settled on his lap. Bucky and Sam watched the two of them situated on the seat, shooting each other grins. Natasha eyed them from her new seat. A smile grew when she caught on, not having missed their behavior shifts the past week. When Steve leaned down to press a kiss against Y/N’s crown, all three had to stifle laughter.

Since then, Steve wouldn’t let either Sam nor Bucky near Y/N. He didn’t get why they were suddenly so clingy. The feeling in the pit of his stomach grew each time they reached out to Y/N, a possessive side that he never knew he had before. He was irritated when they’d touch her, he felt his hackles rise and wanted to snap at them, to tell them to back off. The impulse startled him. He never had problems with them before, so why did it bother him out of nowhere? Y/N wasn’t his to control who could and couldn’t touch her. It wasn’t until Natasha cornered him that he started to put the two and two together.

“Bucky and Sam have a bet against you.” Steve was sitting in the kitchen, two days after the living room incident, drinking his morning coffee Y/N had made for him. She had wandered out of the kitchen to find Tony, leaving Steve open for attack. Steve gave Natasha a bemused look before lifting the cup to his lips. “Bucky thinks you’ll ask out Y/N by the end of the month, Sam thinks it’ll be by the end of the week, which is tomorrow.”

Steve paused as he lowered his cup. Natasha intentionally left the sentence open, a smirk on her face. He didn’t want to ask the question. He wasn’t going to touch this conversation with a ten-foot pole. Steve shifted in his seat uncomfortable as Natasha smirk grew with each shift. He wasn’t going to ask it.

“What, Natasha?” He blurted, the mounting pressure too much for him to handle. Natasha let out a soft chuckle, her eyes flashed dangerously as she looked him up and down.

“I bet I can get you to ask her out tonight. You and I both know, I don’t ever loose my bets.”

Half an hour later, Steve was all but dragged and thrown into the lab with Tony being ushered out by a very convincing Natasha.

“Alright, alright. You don’t have to threaten the prototype. I’ll leave.” Tony huffed with hands raised in surrender. He cast a curious glance at the blushing blonde and his confused helper before he left with Natasha. He’d ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to pull up the video feed for the lab while he got answers out of Natasha in the other room.

Y/N watched them leave the room, blinking up at Steve whose face was a dark shade of red.

“Steve, what’s up?” She stood from the stool and moved over to his side. Steve shifted in place, rubbing the back of his neck while he adverted his eyes. Y/N frowned. He seemed uncomfortable, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Slipping her arms around his waist, Y/N held onto him tightly.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” She spoke softly, her cheek pressed against his chest. She could hear his heart beat hammering in his chest. When he took in a shuddering breath, she heard the catch and his exhale. Steve hesitated, hands raised to wrap around the smaller woman. Clenching his eyes shut, he decided it was now or never.

“I was wondering, well hoping- I mean, would you be willing to- if you want” Steve stuttered, finding it harder with each mess up to ask what he had wanted since they day he met her. Y/N pulled her head from his chest so she could tilt up to look at him. Steve’s breath caught at her expression, her brows furrowed and eyes shining with concern. Y/N was genuinely worried for Steve. It wasn’t often he stumbled over his words. He was always so sure of what he wanted, it was one of the many things that she admired about him.

“Steve?”

Her gentle voice brought Steve back. He felt the jitters from before fading away when he focused on her. He still couldn’t get over the way she fit in his arms, how she only ever called him Steve and never Cap like the others. She was so kind to everyone. Y/N was the reason for the laughter in the compound. He focused on how his heart would stop every time she smiled or laughed. He wanted to be the reason for her laughter. Steve had decided he wanted so much more with her before, his fear of what was to come was nothing compared to the happiness he felt when he had her in his arms.

“What I’m trying to say.” He started as he cupped her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb on her chin. “Would you like to go on a date with me? Tonight?”

Y/N froze. She had dreamed of the day when Steve would finally ask her out. Her own insecurities kept her from asking him herself, or she would have done so much sooner. She also knew he had his own demons to deal with, and didn’t want to cause him any discomfort.  Her heart almost burst in her chest at his words. Her smile was blinding and contagious, Steve’s own smile mirror hers.

“Yes, I’d love to go out with you tonight!” Y/N laughed, tightening her hold on his waist. Steve chuckled, returning the hug. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from her face. Everything she did was captivating. From how her eyes crinkled at the corners, to how she smiled widely up at him and right down to how tightly she held onto him. He blinked as a thought crossed his mind. He had fallen for her. Hard.

“Then it’s a date.” He spoke breathlessly. The two stood there for a moment longer, not realizing that in the other room Natasha was gloating to Sam and Bucky, palm up as she waited for her money. Reluctantly, they passed over their $20, muttering under their breaths.

Y/N was a bundle of nerves when she got ready for the date later that night. Steve told her to dress causal, they weren’t going to anything fancy. So, she wore her go-to outfit, a pale pink off the shoulder top tucked in her favorite high waist jean skirt. She was slipping on her sandals when Steve came to pick her up. He stood at the door with a small bashful smile and giant bouquet of her favorite flowers. Lavender and White Tulips.

“Steve, they’re gorgeous!” Y/N gasped, burring her nose in the flowers to take in their fragrance.

“Not as gorgeous as you are.” Steve countered, a light blush spreading on his cheeks. He hadn’t meant to let that slip out of his mouth. Instead, he was rewarded with Y/N’s giggle and a kiss against his cheek. Once she put the bouquet in a vase with water, the two of them went off on their first date, Steve leading the way to the garage hand in hand. Both were nervous, stumbling over their words in the silence of the car. But after a few minutes of awkward bumbling, they realized how ridiculous they were being. Conversation flowed easier once they moved past the awkward.

“Mini golf?”  Y/N bounced excitedly while her nose pressed against the window as they arrived. Steve chuckled, nodding as he moved around to help her out the car. Natasha told him this was one of the things Y/N admitted to have never done before, and expressed her desire to go try the game out. He figured it was a good idea, and from how she was grinning from ear to ear, he knew he chose wisely. 

Steve also learned that Y/N was a natural at mini golf. Either that she had excellent beginners luck. They spent the entire date with Steve over shooting and Y/N almost getting a hole in one every time. By the end of the night, Steve was ready to throw in the towel. Y/N thought his pouting was adorable, giggling when he began muttering oaths under his breath when he saw the score card.

“Come on. Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving after kicking your butt all night.” Y/N winked as she dragged Steve towards the car. Steve whined for a moment but let her drag him away, grinning broadly at the back of her head. The two went to one of their favorite burger joints and spent the rest if the evening losing track of time together. It wasn’t until the waitress came to tell them they were closing, that they realized they had been there for over three hours.

“I had fun tonight.” Steve said as they walked into the compound. He looked down at Y/N through his lashes, his heart swelling at her leaning against his side.

“I did too.” All too soon they found themselves outside Y/N’s room. Y/N stood with her back to the door, hands clasped in front of her. She looked up at Steve, the corners of her lips turning up at the happiness she saw on Steve’s face. It wasn’t often he looked as elated as he did now. All because of her. “We should do this again.”

Steve hummed in agreement, his brows furrowed at the thought of leaving her. Tentatively, he stepped forward, running his fingers down her forearm to grasp her hands. Y/N flushed at the touch, his boldness unusual. His right hand reached to tilt her face up, his eyes searching her face for any discomfort. While he saw none, he was still uncertain. What if he read her wrong? What if this messed up the entire night?  

Hesitant, Steve leaned down making sure his eyes never left hers as he closed the distance between them. Her breath fanned against his lips, eyes fluttering shut when he pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. Fireworks exploded in his stomach, the kiss stole his breath. It was modest in the beginning, a soft uncertain touch between them that quickly intensified as Y/N returned the kiss. They clutched each other, Steve groaning softly as he pulled her against his chest. The world grew silent around them, and all that existed was them. The kiss turned from one, to two, then three. Both were drowning in the touch of the other, Steve pressing her back against the door. Neither stopped until the need to breath was too great to ignore, but even then, they only pulled away far enough to suck in air.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open, taking in Y/N’s flushed appearance. One of her hands had wound up to tangle in his hair while the other gripped the front of his shirt. He clung to her for a moment more before he let her go. Y/N bit back a whine but loosened her grip on his shirt. No one had ever kissed her that way before, it made her realize that all other kisses she had before this were wrong. She wanted more, already craving more of his touch.

Steve stepped away, his arms still loosely holding her hips. As much as he didn’t want to leave her, he knew the evening had to end. He already planned for many more nights out, and planned for several more kisses to be shared. If she would have him, of course. From the giddy, dazed expression she sent his way, he didn’t have a thing to be worried about.

Leaning down once more with more confidence, he shared another kiss and whispered a gentle goodbye against her soft lips. Y/N watched in a daze as he turned to leave, her hands fumbling behind her to find the doorknob. She floated into the room, her fingers gently touching her lips. Yes, she really did hope there would be more nights like this.

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TMNT x Reader (Part One).

Imagine your favorite turtle cuddling with you. It’s late and it’s cold and he’s had a stressful day. All he wants right now is to hold you and kiss you and fall asleep. The best part about being in a relationship is that all of those things can happen.

Leonardo is exhausted.
Today has been an exhausting, difficult day. And it seemed like those days were coming along more often.
Sometimes, the line between brother and leader can be confusing and tiring. There are some days when he just wants to hang out and not do anything…but that can’t happen.
He has a job to do.
A job that his family counts on.
So after training and patrol and meditation and butting heads with his brothers, all he wants to do is to crawl in bed. He slowly walks through the dark hallway, his brother’s voices and laughter slowly vanishing from his ears. He approaches the final circular door.
His door. His bedroom. His sanctuary.
He shuts the door behind him and leans against it, pressing his head to worn out wood, lost in thought. He thinks about everything he had to do today and how he will do it again tomorrow and he wonders if it will ever get any easier. He had been the Leader for five years, since he was fifteen, and as he got older his job only seemed to get harder.
Leo sighs and turns around, acting to get into bed, when he notices a small figure underneath his sheets. He stiffens but relaxes when the figure mumbles something. He would know that voice anywhere.
He strides over, quietly, and pulls his blue comforter away, revealing Y/N’s peaceful face. He notices the book tucked away next to her, a copy of Cinder that has her finger tucked between the pages.
He laughed softly at the sight before him.
“Did you fall asleep waiting for me?” He whispers.
Leonardo carefully takes the book, making sure to mark the page, and places it on the nightstand. For a moment, he simply watches her breathe softly.
She looks so content and he wonders what she might be dreaming about. A little part of Leonardo hopes that she’s dreaming about him…Eventually, he decideds to join her in her dreams.
Moving away, he removes his armor piece by piece, putting it away. He looks in the mirror. He tools older. Tired. He examines his green skin, littered with scars and a few tattoos. His eyes linger in his left forearm, where he had the kanji symbol for “love” tattooed.
He had gotten that for her and she had held his hand the entire time. He hadn’t really needed her to but he certainly had enjoyed it.
He looks up and he can see her reflection in the mirror. Y/N has rolled over and is now facing him, her arm reaching out towards him as though to say
“Come to bed.”
Love. His fingers run over the inked skin before he turns away and goes to join her. Carefully, so very carefully, he slides in bed next to her. Leonardo is always surprised about how small she seems next to him. How delicate, almost doll like.
She suddenly stirs, her eyes just barely opening.
“Leo?” She asks, her voice thick with sleep.
“Hey. Sorry for keeping you waiting.” he whispers.
Y/N smiled sleepily and says
“No trouble.”
She’s drifting off to sleep once more and Leonardo gives her a quick kiss before she resumes her peaceful breathing.
It has been a difficult day for the turtles but being able to hold her like this…made it all worthwhile.
Within moments, Leo had joined her in her slumber, still holding her in his arms.
Love.

anonymous asked:

r requests allowed?? for the uni au fic prompts you reblogged with @papalogia??? the #14 one??? :)

Meet Cute Reality

Word Count; 1096

A/N; Hey guys! Finally catching up on all the prompts in my inbox! This is from @papalogia ‘s prompt list !

14)  “I come to the library every day to ‘study’ but really I’m just watching Netflix over your shoulder and I’m really invested in this series and the day we’re supposed to be watching the season finale you’re not there and I??? Feel personally betrayed??”

Lucy sat down at her desk, flipped open her 17th-century literature notes, sat her triple shot extra vanilla caramel macchiato on the table, her textbook beside her, and finally looked up. 

He wasn’t there. 

Where the hell was he?

It was 5:30, Lucy was settled into her spot at the last table between Row Ba and Bu, and yet the table in front of her was glaring empty. 

How the fuck was she going to find out how this season of White Collar ended? 

Honestly, it wasn’t even Lucy’s fault she was addicted to that show. She had been sitting innocently in the library two weeks ago when she noticed the guy in front of her, not studying. Even if Lucy hadn’t done a double take on his neon pink hair and double bars in his left ear she would have noticed his screen playing the show just in front of him. It’s not like Lucy had been staring at him, it’s just that she had to look past him to watch his stupid laptop. 

Look, Lucy couldn’t afford Netflix and she wasn’t about to risk her own laptop going on one of those shady sites just so she could find out if Niel managed to pull the scam or if he’d stay on the good side with the agent. 

But God did she want to find out. Lucy looked down, worrying her lip. She probably could study like she had meant to every time she came here, but after the let down of mystery-boy not showing up Lucy just didn’t have the energy to do it. Dejected, she packed up her notes and textbook, putting in her headphones as she headed to the doors. 

Lucy was halfway back to her dorm when something hard slammed into her shoulder, sending her sprawling on her ass in the grass beside the sidewalk. She rubbed her back, scowling at the boy who had caused her fall. He sat across from her, also having fallen from the collision. Her drink coated the pavement beside, thankfully missing her clothes. 

The boy however, was not so lucky with his own drink. 

“Aw, fuck,” he complained, arms cast to the side as he tried to keep himself from touching the red stain the was dripping down his front. And making his tank top cling to his defined muscles. Damn. It was like one of those meet cutes she read online.

Lucy’s bad mood was starting to ebb away until she looked at his face. It was a very good face, but Lucy’s attention was stolen from looking at it more closely by the bright pink colour of his hair. And the piercings in his ear, two bars on the left and smaller plugs in his lobes. And another two in his lip and eyebrow.

“You!”

Lucy pointed her finger at him, clambering onto her knees. The boy blinked at her in confusion, bright eyes green and wide as his gaze flicked between her finger and her face. 

“Uh, do I know you?” he asked, lips thinning when Lucy huffed.

“You weren’t in the library! Where were you? I waited for like ten minutes to watch the stupid season finale and you never showed up!” She said hotly. Lucy pouted when the boy started to laugh.

“You’re the weirdo who always watches my laptop with me!” 

“Uh,” Lucy mumbled, flushing harder. 

“Was wondering if you’d just stop eventually,” he grinned at her, no malice and a light teasing dancing in his forest green colouring.

“Well then why did you have the subtitles on?” Lucy asked hotly. Honestly, if he had noticed and thought she was weird then why wouldn’t he have just turned them off?

The boy gave her a knowing grin before moving his hands. Realization dawned on Lucy and she felt heat creep up her neck in shame. 

“Oh my God he’s deaf,” she whispered to himself. 

“And his name is Natsu,” the boy grinned at her, laughing at Lucy jolting and her high squeak. “I can read lips, Weirdo.” Lucy covered her mouth, stopping herself from saying anything else that might offend Natsu. They sat in silence, Lucy worrying her lip. She stood up finally, gathering her bag and offering her hand to Natsu. He gave her an odd look, taking it anyway and smiling at her easily when she helped him up. 

“I have a laundry machine in my dorm,” she said slowly, looking at his lip ring pointedly. 

“Ya don’t have to,” Natsu started, shocked at her offer. Lucy shrugged, blushing as she realized they were still holding hands. 

“Its my fault you spilled your drink all over yourself,” Lucy mumbled, blushing when she realized that Natsu probably couldn’t understand her. She shrugged anyway, pulling Natsu with her. Why’d he have to be so cute though? Ugh, Lucy just wanted to bury herself in her blankets and sleep for a week. 

“You know I didn’t hate sharing my laptop with ya. Thought it was a little weird, but I mean look at me. Deaf punk college chem student. I ain’t exactly gonna judge ya for it.” Natsu shrugged, giving her another easy smile. Lucy smiled back, watching the concrete in front of them for a couple seconds. Steeling herself, she tapped on his arm, turning to face him but still only looking at his lip ring. It was silver with a red jewel in the middle, and Lucy thought it stood out nicely against his skin.

“I don’t think you’re weird.” She said, picking up the pace as she pulled Natsu along behind her. 

“You don’t even know me yet! What’s your name anyway, Weirdo?” 

Lucy pouted at the reoccurring nickname. “It’s Lucy,” She grumbled. 

“Lushi?” Natsu sounded out. 

“No,” Lucy said, meeting Natsu’s eyes. “Lu-see.” She over-pronounced it, trying her best to make it easier for Natsu to understand. 

“Lu-shi,” Natsu sang, slinging his arm over her shoulder. Lucy scoffed as she realized he was making fun of her, elbowing him in the side. She was vindicated when he grunted, his sniggers cut off as she caught his kidney. “So violent,” he mumbled, and Lucy looked at him as she worked out if he had meant for her to hear or not. Deciding he hadn’t meant to speak out loud she let it go, fishing for her key in her bag. 

“Uh,” Natsu said, Lucy looking up at him as he scratched the side of his face awkwardly. “We can finish watching White Collar while my shirt’s in the wash?” Natsu offered. Lucy smiled, nodding slightly as she bit her lip to stop it from getting too large. “Cool,” Natsu said, a little loudly. Lucy giggled, ducking her head. Looks like Lucy might be getting her meet-cute anyway.

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fandom: miraculous ladybug

summary: in the wake of a brush with death, it occurs to ladybug and chat noir that they should probably tell each other who they really are. and maybe confess their undying love. not necessarily in that order. one-shot.

genre: romance, fluff, and a pinch of angst

cross-posted: ao3

“I know I joke around a lot, Ladybug,” Chat said softly, and he lifted a hand to her cheek. “But I really care about you. You know that, right? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Although the gesture was awfully intimate, even for Chat, they’d both just come within an inch of their lives from dying slow, painful deaths in front of each other and possibly losing all of Paris in the process. After that, it only felt right. Marinette leaned into the smooth leather of his glove, warmed by his hand. It struck her, not for the first time, that there was a human boy underneath that suit, flesh and bone and blood and heart, just like her. Knowing this, or perhaps more accurately, understanding this, made the realization that he could have died not twenty seconds ago that much more painful.

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With the Comma After ‘Dearest’

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Five times Jyn and Cassian have to use technology to communicate and one time they don’t.


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Thank you thank you to the amazing @rxbxlcaptain for being the best beta ever.  Love you!!


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The transmission signal is received at exactly 0900.  Of course he’s on time.  Jyn doubts the end of the galaxy would stop Cassian Andor from reporting in on time.  One of the droid opens the link and Cassian’s voice is projected through the War Room.

“Captain Cassian Andor, reporting.  Line secure.”

Jyn tries to ignore the way the tightness in her chest releases just a bit when she hears Cassian’s voice.

“Acknowledged,” General Draven answers.  “How goes it, Captain?”

Cassian has been gone three weeks, under cover with Kay in an Imperial mining facility on Kellux.  Communication has been spotty at best, but a report had been scheduled when Jyn returned from her latest mission.  They needed to talk.

“Well, sir.  My cover is secure and I believe the intel will prove valuable.”

Again Jyn does her best to ignore her relief.  

Draven’s eyes slid to Jyn.  “Sergeant Erso has just returned from her mission to Nal Hutta.  She has a report we’d like you to hear.”

There was quiet for a moment, then Cassian’s voice returned.  Jyn reminded herself that she was imagining the slight change in his voice.  Cassian’s voice wouldn’t change for her.  Besides, after the fight they’d had before she left, she doubted he wanted to talk much to her, anyway.

“Sergeant Erso?”

He hadn’t wanted her to go on the mission.  After the relocation to Hoth he had been watching her, as if waiting for something.  It wasn’t until Jyn volunteered for her first solo assignment that she found out why.

“This is an important mission, one that needs to be completed,” he had yelled at her in the middle of one of the newly constructed Eco Base corridors after she had chased him out of the War Room demanding to know why he had argued against her.  The soldiers passing hardly looked up.  They were probably so used to Solo and the Princess screaming at each other in the hallways that it didn’t faze them anymore.  “Mothma promised you your freedom, so if you’re going to leave just go, don’t pretend like you’re taking a mission just to escape.  I know you’re going to leave.  But don’t kirff over the Rebellion while you’re doing it.”

All Jyn could do was stare in shock at Cassian’s retreating back.  She hadn’t seen him since.

“You’ve completed your mission, then?”  

Jyn straightens her back, even though Cassian can’t see her.  “Yes, Captain.  While on Nal Hutta I learned that the Empire is sending an Imperial convoy to inspect the progress on Kellux.  I don’t know who will be on it, but it will be some important brass.  And possibly someone who knows of you as Willix.”

“Understood.”  Cassian’s voice is hard, determined.  Jyn realizes suddenly that she hates not being able to see him.  She can read him so much better when she can see his eyes.  “General Draven, what are my orders, sir?”

“We’re going to have to pull you, Captain.  The intel isn’t worth the loss of an alias.”

As Cassian and Draven discuss his imminent return to base Jyn closes her eyes.  Cassian was coming home.  They had parted on bad terms and Jyn doesn’t know how things will be when he gets back - and of course he’ll bring that infernal droid back with him - but Jyn can’t help the breath that escapes her.  He is coming back alive, and sooner than she had thought.  She wishes that thought didn’t make her quite as happy as it does.

“Sergeant Erso’s mission was a success?” Cassian asks, and Draven glances at her.  

“Yes.  The intel is good.”

“Good,” Cassian’s voice seems oddly strained and Jyn wonders for a moment what he is getting at.

“And there were no,” he pauses for half a second, as if trying to find the right word, “complications?”

The tiniest smile touches Jyn’s lips.  At one point, not so long ago, she would have believed Cassian was asking if she had betrayed them.  But even without seeing his eyes she can hear the concern he is trying so hard to hide.  

“It went off without a hitch,” she tells him, hoping her smile doesn’t color her voice too much.  “Hopefully my next assignment will be a bit more fun.”

She can see the way Draven’s lips purse but she doesn’t particularly care.  Cassian’s voice is notably less strained when he signs off and she has the feeling that when he gets back in a few days they will be alright after all.  She buries the voice deep inside her that wishes they could be something more than alright.           

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A Higher Education PT.2

Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University.

Word Count:  6,293

A/U: So happy with all of the support from you all. I’m really enjoying writing this so I think instead of three parts I will be doing four. But nothing more than that. ENJOY!

Your name: submit What is this?


“Yeah well just text me when you want us to come over?” I said as I pulled out my notebook.

We were sitting in the second row out of my choosing and because I had shown up early to get a good seat. I liked the third row because you were close enough for the prof to know your face but not too close for him to ask you questions.

“Excuse me?” I heard a voice coming from next to Shawn. I glanced over and saw the girl in the row up from us leaning over the seats, her long hair falling near Shawn and she pushed it back behind one ear. “I wasn’t here last class, do you think I could get a picture of your notes?”

My eyes narrowed automatically. First, most of the power points were online, you could sufficiently catch up by just reading them alone and supplementing with the textbook, second why didn’t she ask the people next to her and third, why was her smile so fucking big?

“Oh yeah for sure, but my writing is terrible? Maybe you might want to ask someone else?”  Shawn answered

Yeah, maybe you should ask someone fucking else.

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Request! 2016!Raphael x Reader.

“Cause if I want you…”
Feelings were a difficult topic for Raphael.
He had always been emotional, everything he felt was on high. It could be difficult at times.
It was difficult right now.
When Raph had met Y/N, the attraction had been instantaneous. She was smart and sassy and sexy, everything he had ever wanted. She was everything he had dreamed about. A dream come to life, right into his crazy life.
He had a real life crush. And it scared him. He wanted more then anything to be with her, to love her and hold her and to call her his girl.
But why would Y/N ever want that?
Why would any beautiful girl want a towering, terrifying mutant turtle like him? It didn’t make sense, at least it didn’t to Raphael.
So he held up his walls and tried to keep it all inside. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get close to her. It was that he couldn’t.
Raphael couldn’t base getting so close to Y/N…
“And I want you, babe.”
And that little fact was driving her insane.
When she had met the turtle, it was like every part of her had said,
‘That’s the one. The one we want.’
He was tall and strong and handsome and, oh, he made her heart race. And she knew that he felt the same way, Y/N could tell. So why wasn’t he acting on it?
Why didn’t Raphael notice all her little signs and flirting? And then she realized the answer:
It wasn’t that he didn’t notice it, it was that he was scared of it. Which meant it was up to Y/N to sort this out.
“Ain’t going backwards…”
She took it slow and steady, slowly inching her way closer to the turtle’s heart.
It wasn’t an easy task, mind you, Raphael was determined to keep her away. But Y/N never gave up, not with out a fight.
And what a fight she put up!
“Won’t ask for space.”
With every sweet word, every gentle touch, Raphael got a little weaker.
The way she looked at him and said his name, the way her hand would brush his. When she caught him staring and gave him that sugar coated smile and, oh, sometimes he would catch her looking at him.
And that just made his heart go wild!
Raph had kept his walls up high, but they were starting to give.
“Cause space is just a word made up by someone who’s afrain to get too…”
And it scared him. It scared him so much.
He didn’t want to risk having this love because, well, he was a brash brute.
He would ruin it, he just knew he would. Sonetimes, it felt like he ruined every beautiful thing he touched…
“Close, ooh. Oh, so close, ooh.”
But Y/N was determined.
She wouldn’t, couldn’t, give up on him. Not when every part of her just knew that he was something special. He needed to learn that she wasn’t some weak little girl, she could handle herself.
And Y/N wasn’t afraid of him.
She didn’t love him yet, but Y/N believed that she could. That, if they were given the chance and the time, this feeling could grow into something more.
Something wonderful.
She just needed him to see that too, to show him that!
“I want you close, ooh.”
And maybe she did.
Because, as time went on, Raphael began to open up. His walls were crumbling diwn, his heart exposed.
And he started to feel braver.
Raph wasn’t ashamed to be caught looking at her, he’d give her a little smile too. They would sit close, he wouldn’t move away. She would flirt, he would flirt back.
The fear was fading away, only for it’s placed to be filled with something sweeter…
“Cause space is just a word made up by someone who’s afraid to get close, ooh.”
And then it happened.
The walls came down.
Raphael was sitting with her on the roof, the sun setting over the city and blooming into a million different colors.
He had come over for a reason, some stupid reason, and ended up talking for the longest time. He should go soon. Leo was probably pissed at him, ready to throw a fit. Master Splinter probably wasn’t too pleased either…
But he stayed right where he was, looking at the gorgeous girl beside him. And the way she looked at him…oh…
They were sitting close, hands barely touching. And with a bit of courage in his heart, Raph put his green hand over her’s…and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she smiled and he found himself leaning closer. And Y/N did too.
Eyes closed, lips so close to touching, Raphael was so scared. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think. So Y/N made the final move, pressing her lips to his in a sweet, wonderful, perfect first kiss.
Maybe he was still a little afraid, deep down in the depths of his heart…but this closeness was stronger, better then anything else he had ever felt.
“Oh, so close, ooh. I want you close, ooh. Oh, I want you close and close ain’t close enough, no.”

@forever-painting-roses‘s comment in the tags of her recent art for Howl made me think.

Sophie is the sort of person who would complain all the time about what a useless peacock of a man Howl is. To Howl, and to anyone else. He leaves the house in a terrible disarray, spends f o r e v e r in the bathroom (where he makes more of a mess), and gets up to mischief with Morgan all the time. (Once, he turned Morgan’s skin green in what may or may not have been an accident, and no amount of magicking could change it back. He was green for months until the color faded on its own.)

But if anyone else makes a comment about him? Nope. No.

What did you just say about my wonderful husband? Howl, take Morgan, this person and I need a chat.”

And Howl is just grinning as watches her stride off, a violent glint in her eyes.

Marriage Material - Part 15

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14

Summary: in this chapter, you’ve changed.

Warnings: language

A/N: we’re going from a jim chapter to, like, the exact opposite.


You wanted to jam a scalpel into something. Not someone, thankfully, but something. Like a pillow, or a biobed mattress, or a CPR dummy. You wanted to dig the scalpel into an inanimate something and tug, and rip, and tear. You wanted to dig the cotton from the pillows, the sorry lack of cotton from the mattresses, and you wanted to pull the rubber covering the CPR dummy apart.

It wasn’t common for you to have such violent urges. You weren’t the most gentle, feather-like person in the least, but you certainly never felt like ripping sheets and thick rubber apart. You usually fought the urge to scream if you were angry— a lot of the time you gave in, too. You screamed into pillows, screamed in the shower, screamed in the confines of your quarters back when you lived solo.

Now that you lived with Jim, your space was his space, your pillow was his pillow, your shower was his shower. Unfortunately, you two would be in that space, near that pillow, and in that shower at the same time frequently. That meant you couldn’t scream non-sexually, you couldn’t release non-sexually.

All of that build-up, all of that clutter, all of that sudden spike in reason for said clutter, it just gave you the strongest frustration you’d ever felt. Your hands itched, your head ached, your chest felt weirdly contradictory.

You didn’t understand the feeling— the strange full but empty, too fast but too slow, anxious but calm feeling that you got each time you saw Jim, you heard Jim, you were near Jim. You hate it— all the clutter, all the feeling.

You were frustrated and angry and tired. You wanted to rip a goddamn pillow with a scalpel and scream while doing it.

You hopped off the biobed you were seated atop, your boot almost slipping on the deck plating you’d spilled a little water onto earlier. You caught yourself on the edge of the adjacent counter, laughing in relief and mild embarrassment. “Fuck.”

“Maybe don’t consider acrobatics as an alternative career, sugar.”

You made a face— eyes narrowed, single eyebrow raised, lips turned down in a frown. “We’re all good here? I can leave?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leonard answered with a dismissive wave of his hand. “You’re healthy, whatever.”

“A little dissatisfied you could find nothing wrong with me, Len?”

He clicked his tongue with a single shake of his head. “Sweetheart, it’s a doctor’s dream to one day find every patient healed, every patient healthy, every nonpatient the same— you should know that.”

He set his PADD down and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m dissatisfied because of that,” he added with a flourished motion towards your face.

Your smile was sarcastic and a little outraged. “Don’t boost my self-esteem too much now.”

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Paradoxical Labour (Part 1)

Summary: Y/N wanted her husband back and she didn’t care if she had cross through a million parallel universes, she’d find him but she nor he had any idea just what would happen when she would. (I haven’t gotten up to season 3, but I couldn’t wait to write something about Savitar, considering I spoiled it for myself, so if Savitar seems OOC, then I’m sorry and this is more AU than anything else.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Flash (2014) or anything associated.

Warnings: Nope, no warnings here.

Savitar x Reader (and slight Barry x Reader from Earth 1)

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Originally posted by fiftyshadesof-grantgustin

(picture is not mine, all credit goes to owner)

Barry stared at the doppelganger of Y/N that had just entered through the breach, the heavily pregnant doppelganger of Y/N.

Her eyebrows knitted together in worry, lips pulled down as she cradled her tummy, the white material of her maternity dress stretched over tummy and the too-large cream cardigan scrunched as her arms curled over her pronounced belly. E/C eyes watching Barry and the Team Flash warily. He couldn’t help but notice her glow and just how radiant she was with a new life growing inside of her and he felt a stab in his chest: a stab of jealousy at who had helped create the unborn child in her tummy. 

He didn’t know why though; he had been with this Earth’s Y/N for quite a while but his unresolved feelings for Iris drove the two of them apart and the heartbroken Y/N ended up moving to Coast City to continue her practice as an Obstetrician, needing a break from Barry and his craziness while he lived out his childhood dream of being with Iris West.

Now here he was, eternally questioning ‘what if?’ in light of the current situation and every one of those internalised doubts, started with her name. “Y/N?” Barry asked, taking a step toward her to which she answered with a step back, fear colouring her gorgeous features. “Hey it’s alright, we’re not going to hurt you, I promise.”

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Today’s the Day - Jordan Parrish Imagine

Request by Anon: Could you do an imagine where the reader is new to being a werewolf and Parrish helps her through it, love your imagines and thankyouuu!!!

Word Count: 1,445

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This is the last imagine for the year. Expect new imagines next year. 😉 Have a wonderful New Years y’all!

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by medium-americano-black

Y/N sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window as the different shades of brown and green from the trees in the forest blurred together. With his eyes focused on the road, Jordan could see from the corner of his eye how nervous she was. He reached over and grabbed her hand in his. She immediately intertwined her fingers with his as she took a deep breath before looking down at their locked fingers. With her other hand she began to randomly trace shapes on the top of his hand.

“You’re going to do great,” Jordan said with so much confidence. 

“We’ll see,” she mumbled.

“Honey, you’re going to get it right.”

She let out another deep sigh. “That’s what you said the last time, and I somehow ended up in Scott’s backyard while you were about a mile out from where we started.”

Jordan brought up their locked hands and kissed the back of hers. “Today’s the day. I know it.”

“How are you so sure about that?”

“It’s just a feeling I have, and it’s a good one,” he smiled as he finally parked his truck in the middle of the woods.

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The boy with the brown eyes
loved the girl with the grey eyes
but she didn’t always have grey eyes

Sometimes she had green eyes
that reminded him of the picnic they
went on for their second date
where the grass was so soft but
nothing compared to the softness
of her lips when they kissed

Sometimes she had brown eyes
that reminded him of getting lost in the forest
where they planned their
whole lives together between the
trunks of two trees

Sometimes she had blue eyes
that reminded him of swimming at the beach
watching her transform into
the most beautiful sea creature and
wondering how he was lucky enough
to catch her

The boy with the brown eyes
loved the girl with the grey eyes
or green or brown or blue
the girl made of water and earth
who took the air from his lungs
and lit a fire in his heart

He loved a world that lived only
inside of her
TMNT Soulmates AU! Donatello x Reader.

Donatello’s timer had always been a source of fascination for him, he had considered so many questions.
Where did they come from?
What caused thier creation?
How did this little black box know who your soulmate was?
And most importantly…who was his?
He had always wondered about his supposed soulmate, all about them. He wondered what books they read, what music they listened to, what color thier eyes were. It seemed ridiculous to the turtle that he should have to wait for “this specific moment” to meet them.
But he did.
Sometimes, he forgot about. Maybe he tried to on purpose, to be honest, only thinking about it here and there. But he had still waited and waited none the less, fighting crime and creating machines during it all, until one day he looked down. And he saw it.
Only a week left on his timer, seven days until he met…the one. His soulmate. Donnie panicked of course, freaking out over the whole thing.
What if they ran away?
What if they hated him?
What if…he was too frightening?
But even with all those thoughts racing through his head, he still had to take the leap. So, with some encouragement from his brothers (and a shove from Raphael), he jumped down from the roof top and…did…nothing.
He was frozen, staring at her from the shadows.
God, she was so pretty. She looked lovely in green and her hair looked so nice and she smelled good and he just…couldn’t.
Maybe she knew this somehow because she stepped foward and said,
“I’m Y/N.”
“I’m…Donnie.” he managed to force out.
Her eyes seemed to light up when he finally spoke, her smile widened.
And, oh, her hand reached out to him and Donatello couldn’t help it. He reached out to her too, his green hand grasping hers. This, he thought, is the part where she runs away.
But she didn’t. Y/N smiled (gosh, what a pretty smile) and squeezed his hand softly.
“You don’t have to hide from me.” she whispered.
Finally, with those little words, Donatello was able to step foward into the light. They stared at each other, not in shock or fear…but in wonder. It was the perfect moment. Above him, his brothers cheered and clapped but he could barely hear them.
He was just lost in thought about everything that was about to happen. All the questions that would be answered, all the things they would learn about each other and the memories they would create.
About her and his family and his life And just…everything. To be totally honest, it was still a little scary to the turtle. But, more then anything…it was an answer.
And he was more excited then he had ever been.

anonymous asked:

Is it alright to request a mutual pining fic for Rowaelin or Manorian ?

Of course, Hun!

This took a completely different turn from what I had planned at first, but I hope you guys still enjoy :)

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

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Rowan couldn’t help but stare from across the school cafeteria. Not when she looked like she did. Her blond hair flowing like waves over her shoulders. Full lips pulled back in a smile over her perfect teeth. Rowan could basically hear her laugh in his ears from where he has sat with his friends. Her gold-ringed eyes - eyes that captivated Rowan to this day - were shining bright as she rolled them at something that was said.

Rowan couldn’t help but stare at sophomore Aelin Galathynius. Everytime she was in the room, she lit it on fire. Brightening the air around her.

“Dude. Watch the drool.”

Rowan managed to pull his gaze around from Aelin, glaring at Fenrys.

“I wasn’t drooling.” He snapped before picking up his soda can, taking a big sip.

“Not yet,” Fenrys glanced over his shoulder at Aelin, before turning back to Rowan with a smirk on his face. “But I give it just a few more moments of you gawking at Fire Queen over there, and you would’ve started.”

It took all of Rowan’s strength not to crush his soda can in his hand and throw it at Fenrys head.

“Why not just talk to her?” Connall asked from his brothers side. “It’s not like you two don’t know each other.”

Lorcan snorted as he lunged back in his chair. “I’d like to see the day Whitethron grows a pair and talks to the Bitch Queen.”

“Don’t call her that.” Rowan growled, but Lorcan simply rolled his eyes.

The subject was dropped as quick as it came. Everyone around him started talking about the game plan for their next Football game this weekend. But Rowan found himself watching Aelin once more.

Connall was right, they did know each other. They basically grew up together. Ever since they met as kids, at a taekwondo class. They butted heads from the moment they were paired together. They hated each other at first, until a boy in their class - Cairn - was paired with Aelin for a match and he ended up punching her square in the face, on purpose. Which led to Rowan returning the favour before Aelin roundhouse kicked him in the stomach, blood spilling on her shirt as she did so. From that moment on, they were friends.

For years they hung out. Going to each others houses and hanging out in school. Building forts in the forest behind Aelin’s house. Doing Taekwondo together with Aelin’s cousin, Aedion. That was Rowan’s life for years, and he loved it.

Until he got to high school.

Aelin was still in middle school when Rowan entered high school. Which was fine, at first. Then Rowan joined the football team, and had to spend more time studying. He started partying and actually noticing girls. He was changing. Growing up.

Him and Aelin started hanging out less and less, until they stopped all together. Rowan couldn’t even remember the last time they spoke. Everything between them just, stopped.

Then Rowan entered his senior year. And Aelin wasn’t even on his mind. Until she walked passed him in the hall on the first day of school, and Rowan barely recognized her.

Aelin Galathynius was definitely not the little girl he knew. She grew up. And she grew up into the most beautiful woman Rowan had ever seen.

But despite them being in the same school again, despite walking past each other in the hallways every now and then, they still had yet to say one word to each other.

Rowan couldn’t work up the nerve to talk to her. Which was ridiculous. She was his childhood friend. All he had to do was go up to her and say hi.

And yet, here he was. Just like every other day. Watching her from across the room without her knowing.

What made this all even more sad and ridiculous was the fact that Rowan knew, deep down, he was falling for her. He was falling in love with this breathtaking woman, who had the most beautiful eyes and dazzling smile.

And she didn’t even know it.


“Rowan Whitethron is staring at you again.”

Aelin looked up from her food, her gaze moving across the cafeteria to where Rowan and his cadre were sitting. She watched them for a few moments as they all talked amongst themselves, probably about football or girls.

Her gaze stopped on Rowan for a moment. His white hair cropped short and standing out against his tan skin.The t-shirt he was wearing did wonders for his arms and chest, showing off the muscles he definitely didn’t have when they were kids. Pine-green eyes sparkled as they glared at Fenrys before he leaned back against his chair.

“He is not.” Aelin looked back down at her tray, picking at her chocolate cake.

“He so was.” Lysandra nudged her with her elbow. “He just looked away the moment you looked up.”

“Stop telling lies, Lysandra,” Aelin turned to her friend, a smirk on her lips. “It’s not attractive.”

“Are you calling me attractive, Galathynius?”

Aelin laughed, simply rolling her eyes at Lysandra’s behaviour. She turned back to her tray, taking a big piece of her chocolate cake and eating it.

“She’s right you know.” Nehemia spoke up from across Aelin. “Whitethron always seems to be watching at you.”

“As much as I hate to say this,” Manon stepped in. “Most of the guys and girls in this hell hole watch Bitch Queen here. She’s hot.”

Aelin placed a hand on her heart as she turned to Manon. “Did you actually just compliment me, Blackbeak?”

“Don’t get use to it.”

“Why don’t you just talk to him?” Elide asked from her girlfriends side. “You guys did grow up together, didn’t you.”

“I’m not going to talk to him.” Aelin leaned back against her chair. “Yes, we grew up together. But the last time we spoke, I was like 12. He probably doesn’t even recognize or remember me now.”

“Impossible.” Aedion pulled into a seat next to Lysandra as he smiled at Aelin. “No one forgets us Ashryvers.”

“Aedion, guess what.” Lysandra’s eyes held a sparkle in them as she spoke. “Your cousin thinks I’m attractive.”

“Of course she does.” Aedion leaned in, placing a kiss on Lysandra’s lips. “Us Ashryvers also have good taste.”

The chatter around Aelin continued on, but she stopped listening. Instead, her eyes landed on Rowan. She watched as he fooled around with his friends, her words from a moment ago coming back to her.

She really did think Rowan didn’t recognize her. They walked past each other in the hallways sometimes, but he didn’t so much as glance at her. She even was walking up to him on the first day of her freshman year, but he walked away.

Not that she blamed him. He was older than her. He started partying and drinking when she was still basically playing with dolls. So it didn’t really surprise her one bit when they stopped talking all those years ago. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Aelin lost a friend. One of her best friends. And it killed her back then. But what made it hurt even more, was the fact that 12 year old Aelin had a little crush on Rowan at the time.

It was stupid. She didn’t even know why she had a crush on him, but she did. But what made it even more stupid and pathetic was it didn’t go away.

She thought it did. She even had other boyfriends before. But that first day of school, when Aelin saw Rowan for the first time in years, she realized it didn’t go away. The crush was still there.

And the real kicker was, the more Aelin watched Rowan and his pine-green eyes, she realized it was more than a crush.

She was falling in love with Rowan Whitethron.

And he didn’t even know it.

Living Nightmare

I blame @chikach00’s headcanon for this story. :P This story is dedicated to her!!

Summary: Lucy thought she was alone, living in a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. She thought there was no hope, but that changed when she found herself running into a certain zombie again and again. Each time she thought he might try to hurt her, but he surprised her in ways she could never imagine. Left 4 Dead AU. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

My second submission for nalu angst week. Day Four: Nightmares

Rated: T, foul language and some violence.

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy

Genre: Angst with some humor

Word count: 6.6K

Read on FF.net or AO3.


Lucy’s heart pounded in her chest as she ran down the alley. Tears lined her eyes, falling down her cheeks despite her attempts to hold back her sobs. They were dead. Every last one of them. Her comrades were torn apart in front of her by a tank, and there was nothing she could do but run. She was out of ammo. Her pistol was useless like this.

No, she was useless.

If she couldn’t save her friends, what was the point of living? She didn’t want to be alone in this fucked up world. What was worse, she couldn’t take her own life now. Her only option was to run or let herself be eaten.

She ran.

Lucy heard the snarls behind her. No matter how far she ran, there would always be more zombies. It wasn’t fair. She had her whole life ahead of her, but then everything came crashing down a few weeks ago. Within hours, Magnolia was overrun. Within days, Fiore belonged to the infected.

Lucy jumped, banging her knee on the dumpster as she climbed on top. The pain barely registered to her, her body working hard to keep itself alive. She grabbed onto the brick building beside her as she placed a boot on the chain link fence. She debated how she should go about jumping over, but all thoughts died when she looked behind her, seeing the hoard of zombies coming straight for her.

“Fuck,” Lucy mumbled, putting all her weight on her foot as she jumped over the fence, landing hard on her ankles. She winced at the pain, but it wasn’t enough to stop her. She would rather die of exhaustion than let herself become one of those horrid things.

The fence worked to stop the hoard, if only for a little while. She used that time to run down the main street, keeping low to avoid attracting attention from any other infected in the area.

She didn’t know how long she ran until she made it to a familiar neighborhood. It was the one she lived in when she was a child. If she went a few blocks up, she would find her childhood house, the one she lived in when her mom was still alive.

Remembering her mother’s death reminded her that everyone she knew and loved were also dead. She was the last one, cursed to live alone until she too fell like the others.

Lucy stole a look around her in all directions, making sure the coast was clear before falling to her knees. She let go, the tears she was trying to hold back falling faster than before. She buried her hands in her face, hating this life she now lived.

Why couldn’t she wake up from the nightmare?

She screamed at the ground, cursing everything around her for this shitty situation. What was the point of living if she had no one by her side, no one to talk to?

Lucy cried, cursing herself and everyone else for leaving her alone. If they had just ran instead of tried to fight that monster, maybe she wouldn’t be alone.

While Lucy cried into her hands, she didn’t hear the distinct growls of a predator coming closer to her until it was too late. The hunter let out a shriek before it pounced, pushing Lucy backwards as it pinned her down.

She screamed as she saw it throw its clawed-hand backwards, ready to rip into her chest and devour her. In that moment, she realized she didn’t want to fight anymore. It would be easier to give up and die. Closing her eyes, Lucy accepted her death.

Only… it never came.

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@neoomlet : “I was wondering if i could get an imagine where the reader is about 5 and shes the daughter of Joker and Harley and shes kind of half insane so like shes a normal innocent child and every so often she would kind of switch (like if someone got hurt)”

Pairing: Joker X Child!Reader X Harley Quinn

A/n: I hope you don’t mind but I changed the age to eight instead of five because at that age, I’m pretty sure the child still wouldn’t have a good sense of their surroundings yet.


“Daddy?” you mumble with a big frown on your face. It was another day without your beloved mother, and you missed her to pieces. She’s been gone for four months now, and everything around you seem to have become dull and glum, even your own daddy couldn’t put a smile on his face. He sits in this room, surrounded by knives and weapons he could find in his arsenal, even your old baby clothes were placed in the corner.


You waddle over to him, small arms wrapped around the worn down jester stuffed toy and you sniffle. Immediately when he hears you, he points his gun toward you. You don’t flinch, knowing how normal this was. The split second he knew that it was you, he puts his gun away. The fake drawn smile on his tear-streaked face made you even frown deeper, knowing that smile could never compare to his real silver grin.

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Imagine: Darry taking care of you, when you have the flu.

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Y/N was probably the only girl in town that didn’t have the hots for Sodapop. Which is probably why they got on so well. They became pretty fast friends, much to Steve’s displeasure. He didn’t really warm up, until he discovered she was a pretty excellent wing man. At, 17 she was wise for her years. Life had dealt her a pretty tough hand, like many other Greasers. But her disposition was usually pretty sunny. That’s what Darry liked most about her. Her relentless enthusiasm matched Soda’s. He understood completely why they were friends. Sometimes he wondered where she stored the hurt, under all that cheer. As much as he hated to admit it, he liked having her around. And it didn’t hurt that she was beautiful. He tried to shake certain thoughts from his mind. How he’d like to kiss her. Take her out to dinner and show her off. 

On this particular day, Darry got off work early. Although he worried about the shorted check, he welcomed the free time. He didn’t expect to see a nearly green, Y/N curled up on the couch. A bored Steve looked up from the arm chair, peeling his eyes from the TV. “Hey, Uh. She got pretty sick at school. Soda told me to bring her here.” He didn’t have the heart to be annoyed. She looked down right terrible. She softly groaned as she tightened the blanket around her, desperate for more heat. 

“You better head on to the DX, before the boss gets smart and fires you,” Darry winked. 

Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He was out of there like a shot. Darry grabbed the old wool blanket from the hall closet and draped it over her gently. “Darry?” She whispered.

“Mhmm, I’m here,” he said softly as he felt her forehead. “Man, you’re burnin’ right up.”

He remembered his mom taking care of them when they were sick. She’d set water, crackers and a damp cloth on their night stand. And she’d set a small pail on the floor. She called it, “setting up camp.”

It didn’t take him long to set up camp for Y/N. He grabbed some asprin out of the bathroom. “C’mon now, you gotta sit up,” he said easing her to the sitting position. Her eyes were heavy with sleep. “Take these,” he said setting the white pills in her palm. She chased them down with water while he dabbed beads of sweat from her forehead. 

“Thanks, Darry. I really appreciate this. I told Soda no. God knows I don’t want any of you guys getting this, but-”

“Naw, don’t worry. Us Curtis boys have immunity systems of steel.”

“You’re a real sweetheart, Dar.”

He had a half a mind to kiss her right there.The twinkle in her eyes and the curve of her lips wasn’t quite platonic. Instead he pushed the hair out of her eyes and smiled, “Get some rest, well talk more when you get some sleep.”

She sank bank down with a small smile, “Mkay.”

Darry figured he had all the time in the world to win her over.  Nothing good came out of rushing. She was someone worth being worthy of.

He looked back one more time over his shoulder. She had one eye open watching him right back. She quickly snapped her eyes shut and a tired smile spread across her face.