Aries: Superpower - Superhuman Strength Superhero Personality - The one that tries to save everyone; wants to be in charge; works alone; dives headfirst into everything without a plan
Taurus: Superpower - Shapeshifting Superhero Personality - Able to turn into any animal or thing of nature (i.e. trees or flowers) at will; connects with Mother Nature; fights for peace and harmony between all people and animals
Gemini: Superpower - Telekinesis Superhero Personality - Is able to manipulate objects to their will; uses this power to safeguard powerful items and whack crooks over the head; are able to corner anyone as long as they are surrounded by useful and/or heavy items
Cancer: Superpower - Healing Superhero Personality - Very kind and caring, but will kill you if you mess with their loved ones; the first one on the battlefield to heal the wounded; tends to heal baby birds’ broken wings and children who have cancer
Leo: Superpower - Teleportation Superhero Personality - Finds themselves in many bad situations because of their strong and egotistical personality; simply beams themselves out of said situations; never worries about being late as they can spend hours doing their hair and getting ready and just teleport to where they need to be a second before they need to be there
Virgo: Superpower - Invisibility Superhero Personality - Just wants to be left alone half the time and is very self-conscious of people looking at them; can do anything they want without social anxiety; uses it to creep up on the bad guys and beat them up without being spotted
Libra: Superpower - Mind Reading Superhero Personality - Just wants to understand everyone’s true intentions so that they may be judged fairly; is able to tell if someone is lying and/or if they are a villain; is like a superhero judge that hands out punishments accordingly
Scorpio: Superpower - Mind Control Superhero Personality - Has a noticeable dark side but tries not to align with the villains; often misuses their powers when angered; satiates their hunger for the dark arts by forcing villains to do cruel things to each other
Sagittarius: Superpower - Superhuman Speed Superhero Personality - Is able to take their time doing things and doesn’t have to rush; likes being a hero because it takes them on different adventures; flirts with everyone they encounter on their missions
Capricorn: Superpower - Element Manipulation Superhero Personality - Can bend each of the four elements in way that they would like; uses this to fight bad guys and anyone who crosses them or gets in their way of success (all they have to do is freeze and break the guy trying to take their promotion into a thousand pieces)
Aquarius: Superpower - Enhanced Intelligence Superhero Personality - The super genius professor that helps the other superheroes protect mankind with their research; in between helping superheroes defeat villains, they try to find cures for various diseases like cancer and AIDS
Pisces: Superpower - Precognition Superhero Personality - Has frequent psychic visions that enable them to see what may happen in the future; this helps them to corner and defeat criminals before they are able to carry through on their plans; looks innocent but is actually deadly
I got a little mixed up with the dates, so here’s the promised fic rec list for this week. In the interest of not overloading myself with Projects and making sure I can actually post recs more regularly, I’m gonna keep the format simple. So here are ten fics I’ve read and enjoyed recently!
Stiles gets the very last scoop of salt water taffy ice cream, much to the chagrin of the gorgeous dude behind him in line. The gigantic stray dog is thrilled though, at least when Stiles gives in to the begging and lets him have half of it. The beautiful woman across the street thinks it’s all hilarious for some reason, and Scott just really needs to try this ice cream.
Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.
“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”
“Then we should stay with him.”
Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.
It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.
“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”
A faery rises up out of a crack in the sidewalk, a hollow-boned twist of silver skin and empty eyes, and Derek almost swallows his tongue in shock, coming to an abrupt halt in the middle of the street. It’s not unusual, exactly, for monsters to walk the streets with humans – Derek should know, since being a werewolf isn’t exactly considered human, and that’s exactly what Derek is – but it is unusual for them to sprout up like a weed with little regard for who sees them do it.
It’s also unusual for them to stare right at Derek, one arm stretched out in front of them impatiently, something green caged in the confines of their spindly fingers.
Derek watches the creature leave, slightly stunned, and then hesitantly reads the note.
Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.
A/N: This contains smut, so for all my non-smut readers out there: beware…
”Love?” Minhee’s voice rang out from behind the door and you knew the meaning behind her incredulous tone in an instant. “Are you seeing him again?”
“We are friends again. That’s all.” Your defense was quick, as was the speed of you moving aside so she could walk through your door. Saying it outloud felt strange. You could still feel the wet kisses he had playfully smacked against your cheek before he left. Your fingers longed to run along the softness of your own face the more you lingered on the recent memory.
A;N: I want to formally apologise that it has been so long. Y’all have been so patient and I love you guys! Anyways, this is for the wonderful @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski ‘s Lacrosse Week! I hope y’all are ready. xoxo
Request: “Could I request a Paul x Reader where they’re hanging out with the pack and some of them spot Love bites all down her neck and collarbones? And then continue to joke about how the Reader and Paul must have wild sex lives? Thank you so much, it was just a funny idea I had! Eeekkk!! Have a lovely day/night”
Kara was drunk again. She was slumped down in her seat, and her head lolled on her shoulders, bobbing from one side to the next and then down between. Her chin bounced against her chest, and she sucked in a gasp, jerking her head back up and blinking her eyes.
“I’m fine,” she said, the words slurring on her tongue. “Completely fine.”
“Completely drunk is more like it.” Alex sighed and slid out of her side of the booth and into Kara’s. She wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned her cheek against the side of Kara’s head. It was the fourth night in a row that Kara had ended her night at the alien bar, completely trashed, and every night, Alex had come along to keep an eye on her and to clean up the mess. Wipe away Kara’s tears. Listen to her frustrations. Pry her lips off of random aliens who saw nothing wrong with taking advantage of an intoxicated Kryptonian. Indulge her ridiculous desires to play guessing games like I-Spy or shuffle off to the nearby auto graveyard and bench press compact cars for fun. Whatever Kara needed. But it was starting to get a little out of hand, and Alex was beginning to worry that Kara wasn’t going to break out of her funk any time soon. “We should get you home.”
“No,” Kara whined, and Alex rolled her eyes.
“Remember when you were a happy drunk?”
“R’member when I was happy?” Kara hiccuped through the words. A sob became trapped in her chest, and her eyes began to water. “And ’blivious.”
“Oblivious,” Alex said, impressed. “Well, at least this alien alcohol doesn’t affect your vocabulary, just your speech.” She smiled as she teased her. “That and your tear ducts. Overstimulation seems to be a real problem lately. Maybe I should do a work-up.”
Kara snorted out a laugh that quickly turned into sob. This one managed to free itself, and Alex let out another low sigh.
“Oh, Kara,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down Kara’s arm. “Everything’s going to be all right.”
“No, it’s not.” Kara shook her head, a few strands of her hair smacking across Alex’s face and chest. Alex patted them down and then smoothed them behind Kara’s ear, and waited for her to continue. “I can’t sleep. Can’t eat think.”
“Eat think?” Alex poked Kara’s side. “Is that a thing now?”
Heya! So…this one turned out longer than expected, terribly sorry for the wait ^^;. But hey! The third chapter’s finally done…heh…woot.
Unfortunately I couldn’t tag the last two chapters in this post because haha, I’m doing this whole thing on a crappy ass tablet. But I did reblog them both recently, the first chapter being ‘Friend’ and the second being 'Rest’. They shouldn’t be hard to find on my blog.
This fanfic has been inspired by the wonderful 2D Bendy AU created by the equally wonderful @shinyzango, go check her blog out!
Flash Thompson had sent a text to the entire school, inviting them all to a house party at his massive house. As soon as I got the text I ran over to my best friends Peter and Ned. “HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THIS?” I asked loudly, showing them the message. “I don’t think we’re going (Y/N). It is Flash’s house. He’s definitely gonna be there.” Peter says, glancing at Flash across the cafeteria. “Petey, I won’t let him talk to you.” I say, grabbing his chin and making him look at me dead in the eyes. I knew that Flash had been emotionally, verbally, and physically battering Peter since the 2nd grade. “(Y/N) could totally take him.” Ned says, gesturing like he was squaring up and nodding. “Totally. So can we go Pete?” I ask with puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip. “I can’t say no to that face.” Peter says, with a small smile in my direction. “I’ll see you guys after school!” I said just as the bell rang.
As Peter, Ned, and I walked towards home, we discussed a game plan for tonight. “I’m definitely wearing the hat.” Ned says. “I wouldn’t expect anything else Ned.” Peter said with a chuckle. “So I’ll meet you guys there?” Ned says, as we walk in front of his building. Peter and I lived in the same building just a few blocks away from Ned, so we always dropped him off first. “Are you ready to face tonight?” I ask Peter after a little while. “I don’t know. It kind of depends on how much of a dick Flash is.” Peter says with a shrug. I knew that he would be stressing until it was time for the party so to calm him down I put on The Empire Strikes Back as soon as we got back to Peter and Mays apartment. May was at work so we watched our movie until i heard the alarm on my phone go off signaling that it was 5 minutes till we had to start heading to Flashs’ house. Peter ran to his room to go change and I run up a floor to my apartment and change into a maroon tank top and black pants with my comfiest tennis shoes on. I grab my black leather jacket, my wallet, and my phone and head to meet Peter. Flashs house was far enough away that Peter and I got an Uber. The ride was about 20 minutes long and the entire time Peter and I were discussing the science/superhero joke on his shirt. His shirt read ‘What would a women version of Iron Man be called? Fe male.’ and that lead to a very long conversation about if Tony Stark was a woman. When we finally got there we were joking about how if Tony was a chick that he and Bruce probably would have dated.Flashs house was huge and obviously full of people. The windows were rattling with the music. Ned was on the sidewalk in front of the house just staring at the front door, his mouth agape. “Are you guys ready for this?” I ask, a little nervous myself. “Not really.” Peter responds, his hand shaking a little. I grab his quivering hand and intertwine my finger with his. He looks down at our entwined hands and then up at me, his eyes wide. “We can do this.” I say looking him in the eyes. “Yeah we can!” Ned says, grabbing Peters other hand. “Too far Ned.” Peter chuckles, releasing his hand from Neds. I laughed and started walking towards the door, dragging Peter along behind me with Ned following after The party was in full swing and people were everywhere. Flash, being the douchebag that he is, was DJing and calling himself “DJ FLASHY”. It was clear that he had already been drinking, as had most of the other people at the party. “HEY EVERYBODY! PENIS PARKER HAS ARRIVED. SCATTER CAUSE THE LOSER GENE IS CONTAGIOUS.” Flash yelled and then started laughing, and then a bunch of people followed him, laughing at Peter. I felt Peter’s grip on my hand tighten and his jaw tightened. “Petey it’ll be okay. Let’s go get something to drink.” I said, pulling him towards the kitchen. When we go there I went for the coke but Peter made a beeline directly for the keg. He poured himself a full cup and downed it. “Do you have like a super tolerance like Captain America?” I asked. “We’ll find out tonight.” He says, pouring himself another. About 30 minutes later and Pete was drunk as a skunk and giggly as hell. Flash had turned on a CD and was now making his way around the party. I had a drink myself and was feeling the liquid courage in my veins. “I have the urge to do something stupid.” I say to Peter, my first balling. “I’m stupid, do me.” Peter whines. I giggle a little and kiss him on the cheek. I knew I was going to be embarrassed about kissing him on the cheek later. But right now I whispered “I’ll be right back.” to Peter and walk over to Flash. “Ssssoooo the lady nerd decided to talk to a r-real man huh?” Flash slurs at me. I turn to a group of slightly sober teens and say “ You guys probably want to record this.” I turn back to Flash and let loose what I’ve been holding back for years “Flash you are the biggest asshole I’ve ever met. You act like a huge dick, which is misleading because thanks to Ruby Mackabee we all know you have a tiny dick. You hate that Peter is smarter and more talented than you. And quite frankly I’m tired of your shit.” I say with contempt in my voice. I ball up my fist and sock Flash directly in the nose, knocking him to the floor. I hear Peter yell “OH MY GOD (Y/N) YOU KNOCKED HIM ON HIS ASS.” I giggle and walk away from Flash, who had blood running from his now crooked nose, over to Peter. “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.” Peter says, grabbing me by my face and kissing me harshly. I was so caught up in the feeling that I barely taste the alcohol on his breath. He broke the kiss and squeaks out “I’ve loved you since the fourth grade and I don’t know why I didn’t tell you sooner and I in the 6th grade I was the one who took your drawing and it’s framed on my wall and I didn’t mean to tell you that and oh my God I hope you like me back.” He finishes and breathe deeply. “Peter, I’ve had a crush on you for years and I really hope you remember this tomorrow.” I say with a smile and pull his face back to mine. We danced the rest of the night together.
We woke up slung over the couch in Peters apartment. My head was pounding slightly and Peter was banging around in the kitchen. He came out with a glass of water and 3 pain pills in his hand. “Here these are for you.” He says quietly and and I thank him and take the pills. “Hey Petey? Do you remember last night?” I ask quietly. “God yes.” He says looking into my eyes and smiling. “How do you feel about what happened?” I ask looking into his warm chocolate colored eyes. “Like I want to do it again.” He says, cupping my face in his hands and pulling my lips to meet mine. The kiss was soft, and sweet, and full of emotion. “I love you, (Y/N). I didn’t just say that because I was drunk.I remember you saying you love me too. And God do I hope you meant it.” He says. “ I did mean it Pete. I’m in love with you.” I say with a smile. “FINALLY!” Ned says, coming out of the bathroom. “HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?” Peter shouts. “PETEY VOLUME AND no seriously Ned how long have you been here” I say loudly. “Since last night. I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS.” He says with a huge smile and throwing his hands up in the air. “I’m happy too.” Peter says, smiling and kissing me sweetly. I smile and kiss him back. “Be mine?” He asks, leaning his forehead against mine. “Always.” I say kissing him.
“CAN I BE THE BEST MAN AT YOUR WEDDING?” Ned asks loudly.
A/N: Still on a hiatus but wanted to upload this as a thank you for the overwhelming support and love for Memory Lane part 1! I love this au and stay tuned for other members’ in this au! <3
You’re laying in his arms, wrapped in the fluffiest bath robe you’ve ever worn, sitting on the balcony and staring out over the water. It’s been three days since you two got here to Bora Bora and it’s been a dream come true for you, since you’d always wanted to come here for your honeymoon as a child.
Today was an incredibly jam packed day, the schedule consisting of snorkeling and watching and experiencing the traditional culture. You patted his arm that’s wrapped around your waist. “Thank you Yoongi.”
He shifts behind you, low voice murmuring in your ear a little too delayed. “Mmm, for what?”
You giggle, and turn around to look at him, and like you expected, he was too close to dozing off. Laughing and turning in his arms so you can snuggle against his chest, he wraps his arm around your shoulders instead and props his chin on the crown of your head.
“I know you hate stuff like this, but thank you for bringing me here.”
He snorts, grabbing his wine glass and sipping at it while looking up at the stars. “You’re right I don’t, this shit sucks. I just wanna sleep.”
“I know Yoongi.” You hold him a bit tighter against you, molding yourself against him. “That’s why I’m so happy you agreed to all of this.”
He chuckles, the arm on your shoulder dropping to stroke your upper arm with slow and firm movements. “You’re lucky I kind of love you because I don’t even do this kind of stuff for the maknae.”
Jamie walked toward the building raising his shoulders in question. “Strange place to be called for a homicide, no?” he said in the way of greeting.
D.C. Angus Mohr shrugged back. “They said once they saw the body, they knew they had to report it.”
Jamie stopped beside the small, wiry officer. Angus Mohr was not very well liked on the force. He was brash. Rude. Drank too much. But he had a way of getting information from people that helped get cases solved. Both men looked up at the illuminated sign.
Crook Family Funeral Home.
Angus nudged Jamie, and headed for the front door.
“So,” Jamie said, “it was a routine call. Routine pick up. Until you got back here.”
“Well, no.” said the tall, thin woman. “We were called by the family straight away. Well, we thought it was straight away. Went to the house. We waited for a bit. Let them say goodbye. We always do that, you know, so much nicer than just barging in and taking the body.” Her eyes pleaded with Jamie to understand. “When they said to take him, we covered him, loaded him in the van, and brought him here.”
“And that’s when ye saw the…” He wasn’t sure what you could call what he saw on the boy’s body.
“Yes,” Mrs. Crook said. “It didn’t seem normal. My husband and I have run a funeral home for a very long time, Detective Sergeant. We’ve seen a lot. But not this.”
Jamie looked down at the boy. “So, what was different? I mean, ye said it wasn’t routine.”
“Well,” the woman began, “he was sort of laid out. Like he’d been dead a while, but they’d dressed him, you see. And laid him on his bed.”
The hair on the back of Jamie’s neck prickled. He looked over at D.C. Angus Mohr. The little man raised his eyebrows and stroked his beard absentmindedly.
“Are ye sayin’ he didn’t die at home?”
“It didn’t seem that way. We never asked, to be honest. It wasn’t until we brought him here and got started on preparations that we suspected something was amiss.”
Jamie nodded and looked around. “His clothes?”
“In the bag, here,” Mrs. Crook said.
Jamie nodded again. “Ok. The two of ye,” he turned toward Angus, and his partner, Rupert MacKenzie, “Tag it, and take the bag to the lab. I want to know if there’s anything on the clothes. Anything. Maybe we’ll find trace evidence to help us figure out where he was. Or maybe whoever did this left a hair behind, or something. We need somewhere to start.”
Rupert looked at Jamie. “Yes, Sir.”
He turned to Mr. and Mrs. Crook again. “I ken it’s late, but would ye mind giving these gentlemen yer formal statement? I need to make a call.”
Jamie excused himself and stepped outside to use his phone.
“Jamie?” Her voice was breathy. Sexy. Dreamy. He’d woken her up.
“Sorcha.” He looked over his shoulder to make sure he was alone. “I need ye to come to a scene for me.”
“Oh.” She sounded a bit less befuddled. “What’s happened?”
He could hear the rustle of her bed sheets. Could tell she was moving now.
“It’s tricky. I need ye to come and take a look wi’ me.”
They hung up, and Jamie texted her the address. He looked over at the lights spilling from the building.
Funeral Home. Such an oxymoron. Homes were safe. Welcoming. Loving.
Everything the boy lying in there seemed to lack.
She had climbed out of the Uber all business. Black bag in hand. A brief nod to him. A stern warning to Mohr and MacKenzie not to taint the evidence. Then she brushed past him and entered the building.
Jamie rested a broad shoulder against the door jamb and watched Claire work. She asked three questions. What time did the family call? What time did the body get to the Funeral Home? Had they touched him at all outside of normal procedure?
Satisfied, she dug out her phone and called for an ambulance.
Claire looked at Jamie. “I’ll need to do a postmortem. I’m having him transported to the morgue. But -” she looked over at the Crooks, “I need you to sign a release form for me,” she looked back at Jamie, “and I need you to get permission from the family so I can look at him.”
When the ambulance arrived she gave explicit instructions for the body to be put in refrigeration until permission could be granted. It was late. There was no way she would intrude on the boy’s parents tonight.
Standing in the parking lot, Jamie used his best professional voice. “Can I give ye a lift home, Doctor Randall?”
Claire glanced around. The Crooks were locking up and gave her a little wave. The attendants were busy shutting doors so they could leave. No one cared.
“Yes. Thank you, Detective Sergeant, that would be helpful.” She adopted her most professional tone, just in case.
They rode back to her place in silence. Each lost in their thoughts. The tension, palpable.
When he pulled up next to her townhouse he put the car in park, and waited.
Claire didn’t move. She clutched her medical bag so tightly he could see her knuckles turning white.
He left her place only two hours ago.
What happened now would be her call.
The street light bounced off the bonnet of the car.
Stark. Harsh. Like a naked light bulb in a film noir, forcing a witness to crack, to say what they didn’t want to say, to reveal what they’d rather keep hidden.
“Would you like to come in?” she whispered.
He knew what this was costing her. She was asking for another chance. She was hoping. Hoping he hadn’t given up on her.
Jamie pushed his arms against the steering wheel, locking his elbows. He looked out of the side window.
Taking a deep breath he turned his head slowly and met Claire’s eyes.
“Claire.” He watched her be brave and meet his gaze. She straightened a little in her seat. “Claire, if I come in…now…I’m no’ goin’ home before dawn. I’m no’ sleepin’ on the floor, or the settee.”
He watched the pulse quicken at the base of her throat.
“If I come in, mo neighean donn, I’m in yer bed and between yer legs.”
He watched as she blinked hard. Swallowed. Nodded. Watched as she gathered her composure.
She groped for the door handle, and pulled it open.
“Fine,” she said, her tone haughty. “I won’t bother making tea, then.”
Open yes?? What if S/O tells her kids that Bakugou was being mean and he bit her in a non-abusive way. And their kids got salty and decided to bite him back. While S/O just cackles in the background.
“Oh no, Mommy, are you okay?” Katsumi looks up at you with her little eyebrows stitched together with worry.
Placing her breakfast in front of her, you cock your head to the side, “What do you mean, baby? Mommy’s fine.”
“No, someone bit you, Mommy,” Katsumi says, pointing to the angry red spots on littered over the crook of your neck.
“Mommy, who did that to you?” Katsuhiko asks next.
You can already see his eyes becoming glossy with worry as his sister sits beside him with a furrowed brow and folded arms, looking more upset than anything. You cover the hickies with your hand and laugh nervously. Cursing Bakugou internally, you try to drum up a less sexually explicit explanation for the bites on your neck. It didn’t matter how many times you told your husband no more hickies. He still covered your neck with them like he was some horny teenager again, and then he left you to explain your multiple hickies to your six- and three-year-old.
“Well, you see …”
You are cut off when you hear Bakugou snickering at the coffeemaker. Your eye twitches. That bastard is enjoying this. He leans back against the counter, sipping on his mug of coffee with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. That little bitch. Fine. If Bakugou wants to play, then you can surely play.
“Daddy did this to me.”
Katsumi’s eyes widen, looking to the spots on your neck then to her father, “Daddy bit you?”
“He did,” you say in a sullen voice, “And he spanks me too.”
“W-Were you being bad?” your son asks.
You shake your head, “No, I was being really good too. I give Daddy every thing he wants just the way he likes it, but he’s still so mean to Mommy.”
You mock a sniffle, and you hear your children gasp. Katsumi furrows her brows again. Slamming her hands on the table, she stands on her seat and looks at Bakugou. He raises an eyebrow at his little firecracker’s small outburst. She jumps out of her chair, storming up to her father. She takes his large hand in her smaller ones and stares up at him. Bakugou looks back at her.
Then she bites him.
“Fuck!” Bakugou curses, snatching his hand away from his daughter’s teeth, “What the fuck was that for?!”
Katsumi stands her ground with her hands on her hips, “How do you like it, Daddy? If you keep being mean to Mommy, we’re gonna kick your ass some more. Right, Hiko?”
Her brother stutters, “Y-Yeah, Daddy. You should be nice to Mommy.”
Bakugou’s eye twitches as he looks at both of his children standing at your defense. Now it’s your turn to smile a shit-eating grin.
“Okay, baby,“ you say, beckoning to your daughter, “Come sit and eat your breakfast. You too, Hiko. I think Daddy learned his lesson. Right, Daddy?”
Bakugou grumbles as he downs the last of his coffee. He almost laughs because you think you won this one. He watches as you wipe Katsuhiko’s mouth with a napkin. You look over at your husband and you stick your tongue out. Using his own kids against him. Low blow. But little do you know … this is no where near over, (Name).
you know what i’m looking for? a taakitz proposal. give me some tres horny bois shenanigans leading up to kravits popping the question (merle and magnus are totally in on and and it was their job to keep taako busy for a while while kravits, lup, and barry get stuff ready)
Like everything else he does, Kravitz has the entire proposal planned to the dot. And given, he’s well aware that more than half the plans he makes end up just being plans and go haywire almost instantly, he still makes them, and he’s learned. He’s viewed the situation from all angles and took every measure necessary to prevent any mistakes or interruptions or anything that could possibly go wrong with these damned adventurers.
It was a tough string of decisions to make, but he’s confident in it now. The only way to make sure Magnus, Merle, Lup and all of them don’t interrupt today to is to make them apart of it. So, sure, they’re in on it. That’s a ton of helpers on his side. Next was choosing a closed environment with the least possible factors that could trip him up or go wrong–with his new help, the new house in Neverwinter was the best choice.
He fixed everything up before they left for a date today, with roses and candles and all sorts of cheesy atmosphere covering the house with the help of Magnus and Merle. Lup had to keep Taako distracted and nowhere near the scene until it was time for their date.
Naturally, the date is as lovely as the company, just as it always is. They go out for lunch, end up leaving early to get fast food instead, nearly cause a scene on the streets of Neverwinter, and end up walking through a park locked in arms. It’s become a habit for Kravitz to stick out his arm for Taako before the elf can clear his throat, and he’s become much better at remembering.
Though his mind is racing with everything that could go wrong, by his side, Taako is entirely oblivious. What if someone can’t show up? Taako rubs his gloved hands together. What if someone extra shows up? Taako blows warm air from his mouth in a cloudy fog and shuffles closer. What if Kravitz messes up his lines? “Hey, Kravvy boy?”
“Yes, dear?” he responds, only half paying attention to Taako as he runs through another error in his head. And–wait, they’re not even on the right path to head back home. Taako pulled them down a different road.
“Let’s get married.”
Taako nods, reaching into his pocket without stopping their walk.
It takes a minute for Kravitz’s mind to catch up, and he immediately stops, yanking Taako back. “Wait–no, no, hold on–I mean, yes, still, but, I was going to–uh, you know, I wanted to–”
As he sputters, a smile spreads over Taako’s face, all crooked teeth and freckled cheeks as he finally pulls the small bag from his pocket. It’s not even a box. “You got everyone in on it, didn’t you? Well, Taako’s not one for any big public proposal, my boy.” He fiddles with the bag for a moment, gloved fingers too clunky to grab what’s inside, before he makes it out.
The damn elf already has a ring and everything.
“Babe, you know I wasn’t gonna let those chucklefucks near this,” he explains while grabbing Kravitz’s hand in his to slide the ring on. He can hear his true intentions in the spaces between his words: I want it to be private. “You know they ruin everything they touch.” This is just for us. “So leave it to me to ruin all your dumb plans.” Only you get this.
Miraculously, the gold band actually fits on his finger, showing more insight than Kravitz thought Taako would have. There’s some sick engravings on the sides that he’ll have to look at later, but for now, he just reaches into his cloak to grab the bejeweled ring that’s been sitting heavy with him all day.
“You always do,” he says, but he’s smiling too wide to appear anything but delighted.
A/N: this is the fluffiest shit i have ever written enJOY
Word Count: 5,008 (literally the longest imagine I’ve ever written)
Warnings: Cursing, unnamed time skips, MAJOR FLUFF, MODERN AU
Summary: Draco had ended it with (Name) years ago after being in a relationship for years. What happens when they reconnect in a hotel bar and live the scenarios they thought would never happen again after their separation?
Even after all of these years, his name still came up in her mind from time to time.
Everyone has that one ex who is always kind of just… There. They don’t leave your thoughts, but at the same time, there are no feelings that remain.
The two had the perfect relationship. (Name), being young and vulnerable, thought it was true love. And honestly…? Even now at the age of twenty-one, she didn’t doubt that it was anything but love she felt back then. The wonderful age of fifteen—my was it a time. Draco was the perfect boyfriend in her eyes—handsome, caring, protective but not overly… What had gone wrong..? He had showered her with love and she did the same to him, so she couldn’t really recall where everything went downhill.
Sure, he had girls falling for him left and right, but he would always shrug them off. He let (Name) have her space and she let him have his, but only when needed.
She remembered her parents were devastated when she announced their separation. They absolutely adored Draco. They always told her to marry someone like him—well off, strong, and kind. Draco had loved (Name’s) parents almost as much as she did.
Often she wondered how he was doing now. Was he engaged? Married? Single? Who knew. He went off to Harvard in Massachusetts (His father was quite proud of that) while (Name) went to Cornell University to pursue her dreams of becoming a research botanist. Right now she sat on a leather stool in New York City. Her college friends had decided to go four hours from Ithaca to enjoy everything the city had to offer while Spring Break was still going on. Even though (Name) opposed their offer to drink until they couldn’t see the floor and instead suggested ordering pizza in the hotel room, she was dragged to the hotel’s bar. Stupid college students and their drinking.
A black cocktail dress that clung to her figure and stopped mid-thigh made her look like she cared more than she actually did. Her makeup consisted of black winged eyeliner and deep red lipstick, along with light mascara and eyeshadow. The highlight her friend suggested made her cheekbones look perky and bright.
Her friends were with their boyfriends or boys they were in ‘flirtationships’ with (whatever that was), leaving her to herself.
She sipped on a glass of wine while scrolling absentmindedly through her phone contacts.
Her thumb stopped on a familiar contact name. 'Draco’.
Countless times she thought about calling or texting him, but she never did. All she wanted to do was catch up and talk about what happened.
Derek’s a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family’s failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn’t expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff’s shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn’t expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.
A Garden is a Lovesome Thing@fauvistfly After the chaos has died down, Stiles attempts to find normalcy in his life. Somehow, helping Derek bring a garden back to life becomes part of that normalcy. Through the seasons, they fight, laugh, talk, eat, breathe.
In the end, they find that what comes to life is more than just a garden.
Dancing on Blades@tryslora
When Derek discovers that Mieczysław “Stiles” Stilinski–known for his YouTube videos of skating, not his competitions–is going to be at Nationals, attempting to make the Olympic team, he has to go. After all, Stiles learned ALL FIVE of Derek’s Worlds routines and posted video of each one to YouTube. He sees something in this unknown skater, something that only Stiles’s reclusive coach seemed to see before. And when Stiles manages to claim one of the three coveted spots, Derek makes an offer that Stiles can’t refuse: Derek will coach him to win Olympic gold.
“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”
Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.
Misbehaving for Days@attoliancrown
Finding out that Beacon Hills was the home of the ONLY Werewolf Microbrewery changed Stiles and Scott’s lives. Gone where the days that Scott had to be Stiles’ DD, because finally he could drink. The icing on the cake was the fact that the owner of said bar just so happened to be none other than Derek Hale.
Tide Pulls from the Moon@paintedlandscape When Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.
“You asshole,” Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. “You couldn’t have made yourself harder to find, could you?”
Derek is an Auror investigating a cult that hangs out at this new restaurant in Diagon Alley, Roscoe’s, when he runs into someone he thought he’d never see again.
Sighing, Stiles reaches for Derek’s big hands, cradled in his broad lap, his skin lighting up even more at Derek’s touch. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, preparing himself to look for Derek’s soulmate. Whoever you are, he thinks, you better be worth him.
Of Glasses and Lacrosse Sticks @halerogers “Okay, how ‘bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”
Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”
Fold In Gently@thepsychicclam
Derek is going to kill Cora. He’s going to kill her numerous times. One death is not enough punishment for what she’s making him do.
These Woods Sigh @blacktofade
Derek and Stiles never plan to start a family together, it just happens. Or, the one where Derek accidentally wishes for a baby.
Ben pops open the car door and says, “Please don’t embarrass me, Dad.”
Stiles flaps a hand, still staring at the magnificent sight before him. There are glistening arm muscles and a sweaty tank top and then the vision bends over and holy god. He has to look away; it’s too much to take in all at once, he might swoon.
Just to See You Again@loserchildhotpants A sterek college!AU where writing student Stiles specializes in love letters, runs a blog about it and can be commissioned to write love letters on behalf of lovers who are at a loss for words.
The Payoff Pitch@leslieknopeismyspiritanimal Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.
Combining some prompts after looking at the votes!
Prompts: Peter getting sick after falling into the Hudson (Note: this prompt has been adjusted slightly for the sake of spoilers), Peter with pneumonia, and Peter sick at school, and Tony having to pick him up.
Word Count: 2905
web breaks as he’s mid swing over the Hudson River, and he has just enough time
to mutter out a sharp “shit” before he’s plunging toward the water
with no time to shoot another web.
His body hits the water with a loud smack, and he’s sinking toward the bottom
before the gears in his mind can turn toward the safety answer of
“swim.” The water around him is cool and murky, and it has his mask
plastered uncomfortably to his face, feeling almost as if a second, more damp,
layer of skin. He hooks two fingers underneath it and slips it up and over,
only to have the fabric push hard at his pressed lips until they part just wide
enough for water to shoot into his mouth and down his throat.