a little hard to read sorry

Merry Little Christmas

Word Count: 1231

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None. Just fluff. 

A/N: Written for @supernatural-jackles Colors of Fall Challenge. My prompt was First Snowfall. Also written for @winchester-writes SPN Christmas Song Challenge. My song was Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and my object was Snowflake. Also written for Kari’s quickie challenge which I forgot to tag or even mention cuz I’m the worst.

This can be read as a sequel to Trust but you can probably also read it on its own. It’s set in the same universe though. 

Thanks to @sis-tafics for the aesthetic that just coincidentally happened to match up with this. I love love love love it! 

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Bad Meets Evil ~ Void smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Void Stiles


Word Count: 3794

Synopsis: You are on a mission of sorts when you cross paths with Void Stiles

A/N: I’m sorry this is so full of smut I needed to do a Void smut. There’s some Latin in this, because I love me some google translate. If you’re like me and like to listen to music while reading, I highly suggest anything by Massive Attack, it just fits so well with this. Enjoy the trash ya heathens 

WARNING: This is the first time I’m putting a warning on my smut. This gets kind of intense. A little choking, definitely spanking, hair pulling, rough fingering and penetration. I’m sorry if I haven’t done the warnings quite right but if any of this makes you uncomfortable DON’T READ IT!

When vengeance takes over your life, it’s hard to think about much else. Most people my age would be having fun in their freshman year of college. Going to parties, dating, being your normal youth of today. But my life is not like the average nineteen or twenty year old. It never has been and somehow, I’m completely okay with that. Right now my focus is on one thing, well, one person. I came to Beacon Hills to kill Peter Hale, to make sure he suffers until his last dying breath. He has no idea. Why would he?

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Peter Pan Imagine Request/King and Queen

“ Hello! Reading through your OUAT Peter Pan imagines and they are super great!!! I also saw you like suicide squad and i LOOOVVEEEEE that too. I was wondering if I can request an imagine sort of mixing the two? Like where it’s Peter and the reader and they’re both a little(or a lotta) nuts but they’re like totally obsessed with each other and like not like regular HQ and Joker where it’s abusive but more like the suicide squad relationship? I’m sorry if this is too hard to follow but thank you!”

I honestly had so much fun with this, enjoy!

Warnings: Possessive Pan,cussing,smut,violence.

Before Y/n ran off and joined the King and the lost boys, she was a sophomore student, getting straight A’s and even joining clubs, also was running for school president, of course she won, she was the first sophomore to win , and she owned that title.

Peter would visit her every night at her window, he would constantly flirt with her, play with her hair, touch her arm, hand, even her face on occasion.

“Oh Y/n, you know I live for these moments with you.” he smiled 

“Pan..” you would blush and look down.

“What Y/n? And I told you, it’s Peter for you.” he would smirk and your heart would flutter with butterflies.

“You know I can’t leave.” you say with a smile.

“Oh I think you can, I think you’re just a little frightened.” he says as he rubs your arm.

“What about school?” you ask

“What about it?” he says in a sassy tone

You giggle, “You’re crazy Pan.”

“Oh, i’m not crazy, I’m psychotic.” he winks at you and leaves your window once again.

Peter drove you crazy, mentally and sexually. He would leave you little gifts, every night, it would be something such as simple as a flower, a heart shaped leaf, he was sweet, sometimes, other times, well …

“Who the hell was that walking you home today?” Peter would ask you in a stern tone.

“He’s my class mate Peter, he was being nice” you say

“ I don’t give a damn what he is, you’re mine remember? “ 

He would walk around your room pacing the floor, almost tearing out his hair, the thought of you with someone else drove him crazy, he wanted you all to himself, and if he didn’t feel like he had you, then it was down hill from there. He was obsessed with you, it was hot, and terrifying all at the same time.

It only took half a school year to get you wrapped around his finger, would’ve been shorter but he had things to do in Neverland at times and couldn’t talk to you for many hours of the night.

“I need you to do something for me my love.” he smirked.

“Anything, I mean . What is it?” you say

That day, was the day you were changed.

You trusted Peter, even when he had your life on the line.

“Jump.” he smiled at you, almost a insane smile.

“We’re on a building, I am not jumping,“

“jump for me, all you need to think about is happy thoughts.” peter said

You look in his eyes, “What if I fall?”

“Oh but darling, what if you fly?” he smiles

He then pushes you and you grab unto him, and he smiles wickedly.

“PETER!” you yell at him

“Oh come on love I told you I got you, now it’s on to Neverland.” he flys and takes you away to the place you now call home.

Y/n and Peter became the king and queen of Neverland, and God forbid anyone who tried to take away his queen.

You had been on Neverland for a while now, you and Peter would do everything together, he would take you on trips to fly around Neverland, sometimes you would leave Neverland but once in a great while for it was dangerous for you.

You would fight off pirates with Peter, you even held down hooks hand while Peter cut it off.

“DO IT!” you still remember telling him and him laughing while he did it,

You ran Neverland, you knew every creek,branch, flower, and rock that was on their, nobody could tell you what to do, sometimes not even Peter, but only sometimes.

You wake up to Peter putting his clothes on, the sight of his body was so damn gorgeous.It was stunning, his perfect arms, his muscles on his back, his v shaped line looking at his stomach you could see the 8 pack he had, you saw his sharp jawline and his fingers running through his chestnut hair.

 Everything, everything about him made you obsessed.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked

“We barely slept Peter” you smile

“Oh I know.” he winks at you and you simply giggle

He comes to the bed and gets on top of you, softly kissing your neck and jawline

“Peter if you start this up we may miss breakfast” you giggle

“Well I can just eat you” he smirks

“Peter I’m hungry!” you whine

“Okay okay, get dressed and meet me at the campsite, we’ll eat breakfast together.”

“Okay love you.” you yell as he walks out the door

“Love you!” you heard him yell back.

About an hour later you walked to the campsite and didn’t see Peter so you went to the boys, they were talking about nonsense, so you decided to practice fighting with your swords and knives, you got a lot of the boys attention, they made a circle surrounding you, admiring you and some staring you in a new way.

Peter soon came after and broke up the circle but then quickly smiled and realized you were getting the attention you deserved.

“Peter, you got a bad bitch, she’s hot.” says  lost boy

Peter turned to him ,brows frowning, he didn’t like the way he said that.

He then whistles and you come to his call.

“Yes?” you say as you walk to him.

“Come to your king.” as he pats on his lap

“Listen love I need you to do something for me okay?” Peter says.

“Oh anything Peter.” you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Go and make my loyal lost boy happy.” he looks at the lost boy, he was confused and worried.

You walk over and sit by the lost boy “You want me? I’m all yours.” you smile

Peter watches you, his eyes turn evil and starts to breath heavily.

The lost boy looks at Peter “Look Peter I don’t want no beef.” he says with his arms up signaling he doesn’t want anything to do with this.

“You don’t want no beef? No beef, no beef, no beef, no beef…” Peter says almost in a haunting voice

“Wait you don’t want me?” you gasp “Fine don’t waist my time then..” you say as walk over to Peter and rest your arm on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong ? Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” Peter asked the lost boy

Now everyone is surrounding you 3, wondering what was going to happen next.

“No it’s just that’s your girl Pan” he says

“That’s right.” he says

What happens next is a mess, he throws him against a tree, beating the life out of him, you had to stop him, you didn’t care who Peter killed, but he was a lost boys, and just because he made a mistake you didn’t think he deserved to die.

“Let this be a lesson, don’t look at my girl, don’t touch my girl, don’t even think about my girl, you sick shit heads.” Peter say as he grabs you and starts to walk away.

From that day nobody even tried anything with you, they were better off with the drowning mermaids.

“Peter that was a little harsh don’t you think?” you tell Peter

“No I don’t think that was harsh, as a matter of fact I should’ve slit his fucking throat.” he says sternly.

“PETER” you yell

“What?!” he yells back

“You are mine, and mine alone, and if you ever disobey-”

“Disobey? Oh so am I your child now?” you ask sarcastically

“You’re my queen, if anybody touches you I will murder them.” he grabs your face and kisses your lips.

“You don’t understand, I’m in love with you.”  he pushes you against a tree and grabs your ass, you moan a bit but he cups your mouth and puts his finger to his lips signaling you to shush.

You nodded and let his fingers linger around every inch of your body.

“Peter please.” you whined

“All that chit chat’s gonna get you hurt, do you want it to hurt?”

You nod.

Peter and you never made love, it was always rough, dirty, and just simply nasty.

He’d pull your hair, smack your ass, bite you, make you scratch his back til there would be droplets of blood, he never took it easy on you, and you were perfectly fine with that, because after he would treat you gentle and kind, he never showed you his feelings until after sex, he saw your pain, and seeing you in pain turned him on like no other.

The next day you could barely walk, in fact you could barely move, the day after those type of nights he would let you rest and would check in on you. He would come bring you breakfast and lunch, and by dinner you  would be able to walk and go hang out with him, he was in love with you, and you were n love with him, and nothing could tear you apart.

That day you stood inside making Peter clothes and trying to figure out how to make dinner for tonight, dinner was a special thing for you guys, you all loved dinner, it was the best time of the day, everyone came and could relax, personally Peter’s favorite time of the day, he would tell his stories and fighting adventures, Peter loved getting attention, especially if it was from you, he craved it.

You loved seeing him happy, he was the cutest, he would smile and his eyes would brighten up, he made all these type of facial expressions and his hands would be flying everywhere. You felt happy knowing he was happy.

“Now, lets go steal run from Hook eh?” Peter says

All the lost boys yell “YEAH!” and you shoot up and laugh wickedly , finally some fun

You all sneak unto Hooks ship,giggling and laughing, Peer signals you all to be quite as you all get closer o the rum. This is when you all get serious.

You sneak into the room, you grab unto Pans arm, he smiles at you and brings you closer to him, you kissed him and he kissed you back.

“You ready love” he smiles

“Let’s do it.” you say

You all run in and attack the pirates, some snuggling the rum, some taking weapons, you were fighting off the pirates right with Peter, you had a sword and kept swinging and eventually knocked out a couple pirates, you were laughing and giggling so much you didn’t notice that Hook himself was right behind you.

A bird call was made and that was the sign to move out.

“COME ON BOYS!” Peter yelled and stared to run with the lost boys following him

You started to run as well but then a hand goes over your moth and takes your sword, before you knew it you were tied up and blindfolded and put somewhere cold and it smelled like rm and sweat.

Peter and the lost boys made it back to the campsite all was good, they cheered and yelled for they made it back with jewels, rum, and new weapons.

“Let’s see all the prizes now shall we?” Peter said


Peter opened the bag and showed all the stuff giving something to each lost boy, letting them hold it so that they’d feel special.

While everyone played with their new toys and drink, Peter felt different but couldn’t put his finger on it.

He looked around his eyes grew big and his heart became heavy, he felt sick and like he was about to faint.

“WAIT” he yelled

All the lost boys stood quite and looked at him a bit worried

“Where is she?” he became weak

“She must be on the ship!” a lost boy said

“Oh no!” an other one said

“We have to go get her!” said an other

“What are we waiting for lets go!” Peter yells.

He felt scared, he was terrified, the only thing keeping him stable was gone, if he didn’t have you by tonight, he’d go crazy, well even more crazy than he already is.

By the time he got to where Hook’s ship was it was gone, Peter’s knees hit the floor. “That fucking basterd, I’ll kill him.” he yells.

The lost boys all spread out and try to find you, Peter also runs and tries to finds you, he searches high and low every crook in the corner, under every rock, even begged the mermaids for help, but nobody could find you.

Will he ever the love of his life? Where would Hook even take her? What does he want with her? Will the king ever find his queen? So many questions ran through his head, he sat down and pulled his hair, he began to become crazy.

Opening Night (Lin-Manuel x Reader)


so here’s this story, i’m not going to put a “read more” option, because the last two times i’ve done that, it’s derped really hard, so you’re just going to have to scroll, sorry. also sorry for mistakes, i’ve been writing this for like 5 hours straight i’m pretty out of it

Prompt: “I don’t want to do this, not without her”

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x reader

Warnings: A little bit sad at one point, terrible cliches

Word Count: 3,260 (hahaha sorry)

Three years before opening night

The usually quiet coffee shop was incredibly crowded, and you sighed before getting in line, reluctant to trade the comfort of familiarity for a shorter wait somewhere else might offer. So you waited and paid for the drink, pocketing your change while your eyes skimmed the tables and rested on a small, empty one in the corner. Once you were settled and had your laptop in front of you, you began to relax.

New York was very different than where you were from. The soaring buildings and chaotic streets made you nervous at first, but after a few months, they were oddly comforting, and you often found yourself smiling for no particular reason as you would weave your way through the crowded sidewalks on the way to school and work. You were a secretary for a large company, and although the job was simple and enjoyable enough, it was only to help you finish your degree in music. You’d been searching for a more practical career your entire life, but it had been last year when it hit you that everything you did led back to music anyways, so why not pursue it? So here you were in New York–lost and confused with very few friends and not a lot of money, but for what felt like the first time since graduating high school, you were living.

You looked up from your laptop as someone cleared their throat. A dark-haired man was standing in front of you, a coffee in his hands and a smile on his face. “Do you mind if I sit here? I promise I won’t be much bother.”

“No problem. It’s pretty crowded today.” You pulled your bag onto your side of the table and out of the stranger’s way.

As he settled, he pulled a laptop from his bag and placed it on the table across from yours. “My name’s Lin.”

“I’m (Y/N),” you offered, a smile slipping onto your face as you bit your tongue and turned back to you work. If there was one thing you’d learned about New Yorkers, it was that they were usually in some sort of rush, and rarely in the mood to talk while in public.

You continued to work in silence until your coffee was gone, and even then you stayed. For some reason, you couldn’t make yourself get up and walk away from this man. So you kept stealing glances any chance you got. Whenever you almost worked up the willpower to leave, his eyes would squint in concentration, or he would chuckle to himself, or bite his lip, and you’d be glued to the seat once again.

It had been almost an hour of watching him and pretending to work when he finally spoke. “Sorry, don’t want to interrupt, but can you think of anything that rhymes with ‘satisfied’?”

His question caught you off guard. “Uh… Cyanide?”

Lin’s eyes shot up to meet yours and a laugh escaped his lips. “That’s great, but I don’t think it quite fits with the story.”

“So what is the story?” you challenged, determined to help him find a word that fit.

He looked back down at his screen. “You really don’t want me to get started.”

“I have all day,” you lied, thinking of the things you needed to do.

His expression was hesitant and a little bit defensive as he began to talk. “Well, I’m writing a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”

You blinked. “Like, the founding father?”

“That’s the one.”

“You’re kidding!”

A silent sort of determination burned in his eyes. “I’m not, actually.” He withdrew into himself and started typing again.

“I want to hear this.” Once again, his eyes were on yours and you smiled. “C’mon, I’m getting a degree in music. I want to see how you’ve done this.”

“Well, it’s not finished yet…”

“Oh, that’s fine, just let me listen.” You pulled your chair up next to his, and one demo and a few explanations later, you knew this was going to be incredible.

You stayed in that coffee shop for three hours that day, talking and rhyming and learning more about Alexander Hamilton. Lin was like no one you’d ever met before. He was so passionate about this project, all hurried words and wild hand gestures, and he carried with him a steadfast will to see this project come to fruition. You fell in love with the lyrics he so carefully wrote, with the blueprint of this concept he so eagerly showed you. Hamilton took root in your heart then, and you knew you’d never be able to pull it out.

Eventually though, you had to pay attention to the clock you’d been shamefully ignoring. “Lin, I really need to leave now. But I want to hear more about this! I want to be there the night it opens on Broadway.”

He smiled, thankful for your support. “I’ll save you a seat. Front row.”

“Promise?” you asked as you finished typing your number into his phone.

“As long as you promise to come once you realize how ridiculous the whole idea is.”

You smirked, pulling your bag onto your shoulder and pushing your chair back under the table. “It’s a deal.”

One year before opening night

“Come on, Lin. You need to finish this!” You snatched his phone from his hands as he yelled indignantly.

“Hey! I need to respond to that!”

“No, you need to work, I’ve got it.” Of course he was on Twitter. So you typed a tweet for him, informing everyone that he would be taking a break to actually get some work done… for once. You spent a few minutes scrolling through his feed, laughing softly every now and then, until you felt Lin’s looking at you, a ridiculous pout on his face.

“Why do you get to have fun while I’m over here slaving away?”

“Shh, I’m trying to read.” When he kept his gaze locked on you, you sighed. “Pick up your pen, and start writing.”

Lin groaned and put his head on his dining room table. “It’s too cold in here to work!”

“Then turn down the AC.”

“But I’m trying to write. I think you should do it.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed your seat back from his table as Lin seemed to be struck with an idea he quickly wrote down. After grabbing a blanket out of his room and adjusting the temperature, you came back to find that Lin had migrated to the couch where he sat with his feet up on the coffee table, writing something in a notebook.

Before you had a chance to sit down, he said, “Oh, and I think I’ll need some hot chocolate, too.”

“It’s summer, Lin.”

“Do you want me to finish this musical or not? I need hot chocolate!”

You threw the blanket at him, but one warm drink later, you found yourself dozing off by his side while he hummed softly. You weren’t concerned–you’d fallen asleep on his couch and vice versa plenty of times. Right before you slipped out of consciousness, he looked at his notebook and sang a line so quietly you almost missed it. “Pick up a pen, start writing.”

Your eyes opened a tiny crack, the faintest hint of a smile on your face before you fell asleep.

Lin watched you for a few moments until your breathing became steady and slow. “You know, (Y/N), I think I love you.”

He kissed your forehead and tucked in the blanket around you, smiling as he turned off the light. What did he ever do to deserve you?

Six months before opening night

“Why don’t you find an actual date instead?”

Lin groaned. “Not this again. C’mon, (Y/N), I just really want to see this movie!”

“That’s what you said about the last one.” You didn’t move out of your doorway, not yet willing to let Lin inside.

“But this one is going to be really good! Please! I’ve been looking forward to it since last year!”

“Yet you still couldn’t manage to find a date.” You pulled the door open the rest of the way and allowed him to walk inside. You weren’t ever actually going to turn him away, but he wasn’t off the hook yet. “Why don’t you ever date? Plenty of girls are interested in you.”

He followed you to your bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub as you started getting ready. “I don’t want to date any of those girls. Besides, I…” He hesitated, and your hand stilled, the mascara halfway to your eyelashes. “I’m practically dating Hamilton by this point. Why don’t you ever date?”


“Shh, you ask too many questions. I’ve only got one shot at this eyeliner, so don’t distract me!”

When you finished your makeup, Lin was waiting by the door, holding out your shoes to you and practically bouncing up and down with excitement.

You smiled. “Let’s go.”

He kissed your cheek. “You’re the best!”

A chuckle. “I know.”

One month before opening night

Lin walked with you to the theater, rambling on about how excited he was for you to see what his coffee shop writings were turning into. You finally had the day off work, and your degree in music could wait for a few more hours while Lin showed you what his entire world had become.

He introduced you to the guard at the door, to an orchestra member practicing backstage, to someone on a ladder that was fixing the lights. A smile stayed glued to his face as he led you through the building, talking to everyone and making sure they knew who you were. You’d met so many people by the time you reached the dressing rooms that you lost any hope of remembering names.

Lin knocked on the open door of a dressing room, catching the attention of the people inside. “Pippa, Jas, Renée, this is (Y/N).”

They smiled and hugged you while Lin launched into a conversation about their roles in the play, and the costume changes, and the character development. Their laughs were infectious, and you quickly found you enjoyed talking to them. Twenty minutes later, the five of you were sitting on various pieces of furniture, lost in conversation, when the man you recognized as Chris knocked on the door frame.

“Lin, we need you for a minute.” He turned to the girls. “And then we’re running Helpless and Satisfied at 10. You’re welcome to watch, (Y/N).”

Once Lin was gone, the girls turned back to you. “He never stops talking about you,” Phillipa said. “It’s a little bit scary, honestly.”

A laugh bubbled out of your mouth. “Probably because he never sees anyone else. He’s been working on this for so long that I think he’s forgotten what life is like without it. I’m just so glad that it’s finally happening, and that you’re the one playing Eliza. Before he met you, he spent a good month trying to convince me to do it.”

“And why didn’t you?” Renée asked.

“He heard me sing.” That brought a round of laughter before you continued. “No, I’ve just always wanted to compose a film score, and it would probably be best to not get caught up in acting right before I get my degree.”

“But you’re at least coming opening night, right?” Jasmine questioned.

The memory of your promise from years ago hit you hard, and pride swelled up inside you. “I’ll be right in the front row. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

One week before opening night

You stood in your living room and stared at the letter in your hands, already starting to feel nauseous.

Please inform us immediately if you will be present in Los Angeles on August 6 to begin working. We are sorry again for the short notice.

This was it, this was your chance. You had been offered a job to work with some incredible composers on a score for a new movie. You’d fought for your entire life to get to this point. But you still felt sick and your ears were ringing.

The sixth of August.

That was opening night.

You couldn’t stop looking at the paper, everything else around it having gone blurry.

A hand on your shoulder caused you to jump and spin around only to come face to face with Lin.

“Sorry,” he started. “I didn’t knock but… Oh, are you okay?’

You didn’t realize you were crying until his hand reached up to brush away a tear. Stepping backwards, you shook your head, a sob forcing its way up your throat. Lin tried to reach for your hand, but you pulled it back and held out the letter to him instead. He carefully took the paper and started to read, not saying a word until he finished the entire thing.

“(Y/N), you know you have to go.”

You fell onto your couch, and Lin was beside you in an instant, pulling you into a tight hug.

“It’s opening night,” you whimpered.

He ran his hand up and down your back. “I know, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

“I promised, Lin,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “I want to be there!” You looked up into his eyes to find him tearing up.

“I know you do, and I want you to be there, too. But… You can’t miss this opportunity, (Y/N) this is what you want. Go. I’ll help you pack if you need it.”

So you started packing, and when Lin finally left for rehearsals, you broke down on the bathroom floor and cried another ocean.

Part of you was thankful that Lin was supportive and helping you make the right decision. The other part wanted him to beg you to stay, so you could see him opening night, so you wouldn’t have to leave him.

You would have to leave him.

The thought froze you completely. Lin had been such a huge part of your life for the last three years. You didn’t even know who you were without him. He was the best friend you’d ever had, and even though he had to put up with all of your crap, he stuck around.

What did you ever do to deserve him?

Two days before opening night

You clung to Lin, trying not to cry again but ultimately failing. He was practically crushing you with his hug, buried in your shoulder and sniffling quietly. When he finally released you, he grabbed your hands, his eyes red. “Good luck,” he whispered, his words somehow louder than all of the airport.

“Thank you.” You squeezed his hands one last time before finally letting him go and grabbing your suitcase. It was heavier than it should have been. You were maybe fifteen steps away when you heard him shout.


You turned and met his eyes.

Ask me to stay. Please, Lin, I can’t leave you, I don’t know how to live without you. Ask me to stay!

A pause.

“Do not throw away your shot!”

A nod. A smile. And then you left him.

Opening night

Lin was trying to button up his shirt, but his hands were shaking too much, and he jumped when he heard Renée’s voice behind him.

“Almost ready?”

“I… yeah, these buttons just–”

She crossed the room and buttoned them quickly, pulling him into a quick hug. “Relax,” she said. “Everything will go fine. We’ve practiced this, remember?”

“I know, I’m just nervous, I guess. And I… “ he stopped himself, but quickly decided it wouldn’t hurt to express his feelings to Renée. “I wish (Y/N) was here,” he confided.

“Me too.” Renée led him towards the stage as they got their five-minute call. “You have no idea how proud she is of you, Lin.”

He shook his head. “This isn’t right. I don’t want to do this, not without her.”

“I know you don’t. But I don’t think she’d want you to throw away your shot, so get out there and perform, and then let her know how you feel.”

Renée was right. He’d perform for you tonight, even though you weren’t there. Still, he checked one final time to see if the seat on the front row was still empty.

It was.

Lin took a deep breath. This is for (Y/N), he thought.

Opening night

You realized you loved him halfway through the plane ride back to New York, and you just hoped he felt the same way about you, because you were going to tell him the first chance you got. When you stepped off the plane, you hit the ground running. You didn’t stop until you were in a taxi headed for the theater. Pulling your phone out, you opened your messages with him to let him know you’d be there, fingers hovering the keyboard. No. You weren’t going to tell him. It would be a surprise.

You payed the taxi driver and thanked him profusely while you dragged your suitcase out of the car. When you arrived at the theater door, you realized the guard there was the same one you met on your first day at the theater, and many times since.

He smiled at you and reached into his pocket. “Lin told me to give you this if you showed up,” he told you, holding a slip of paper towards you and opening the door. “I can take care of your suitcase, too.”

You laughed, trading the ticket for your luggage. “Thank you!”

Instead of looking at the ticket, you headed straight for the front row and plopped down in the only empty seat left just as the music started.

You’d seen the show in rehearsals, but this was just unreal. The energy and emotion everyone put into the acting was incredible. The opening number was going smoothly, and you leaned back into your seat, bursting with pride.

Lin didn’t see you until halfway through My Shot. But when his eyes skimmed over the audience, he did a double take, focusing back in on you. The whole process took less than half a second, but afterwards, Lin stood a little taller and sang a little louder.

You loved him.

When the play was over, a security guard came to find you and escort you backstage. You made your way towards his dressing room, but before you could get anywhere close, Lin was flying around the corner and running towards you.

He kissed you without giving either of you a chance to talk. He hadn’t slowed down from his run, so he backed you into the wall and held you there, clutching your waist desperately and pressing his lips to yours like you were keeping him alive. He pulled away with a gasp.

“I love you,” you said in unison, and you melted in his fierce hug.

“(Y/N), you are so, so stupid!” he said. “Why would you come back?”

Tears were in your eyes as you laughed. “It was a typo, Lin.” You smiled up at him. “The letter. It was supposed to say August sixteenth, not August sixth.”

His jaw dropped. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not, actually. Besides, there’s no way I could live on the other side of the country without you knowing that I love you.”

By this time, the rest of the cast was swarming the room, and they cheered when you kissed again, neither of you acknowledging the need to breathe for a long time.

(Thanks for your support of whatever this turned into lol)

The bathroom stalls were covered in black ink coming from the hands of endless students who had come through that school before him. All of them inscribing, leaving a little piece of themselves behind for someone else to read. Their secrets, their desires, who they loved, who they hated were all painted up there with ball point pens and sharpie markers.

It was all there, on those pink walls.

And if you looked hard enough, in neat and delicate writing left by a boy that no one really knew read a phrase that had people wondering just who this boy was.

I’m in love with my brother.

Of course there were only two people in the world that knew who wrote it and all across America, they were leave little parts of themselves on the bathroom stalls as a reminder of just how taboo their love actually was.




{Reaction} EXO finding scratches on your back

i loved the 3AM EXO reaction it was the way i thought when i requested him… so i decided request a “”“part 2”“” EXO find a lot of scratches in their back… I’m feeling a little perv xD (sorry for the english ♥)

Note: I am always feeling a little perv for EXO not gonna lie ;) #sorrynotsorry. Anyway, here is your request, I hope you enjoy it very hard. 

  • Warning: The use of sexual themes and swearing has been included. Read at your own risk.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used. 

Main Masterlist - EXO Masterlist

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by parkchny

Chanyeol, your brother, wasn’t meant to see the scratches that Baekhyun had left drawing down your back the next morning. But he caught the sight in the corner of his eyes as you bent over in the kitchen to pick something up and your shirt rode up

Chanyeol: “I’ll tell Mum on you!”

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by kkaebsooquishy

Kyungsoo glared at you and Chanyeol as you both sat in the living room. He had seen it by chance, but now he was glaring at you both with fiery eyes as you both avoided eye contact with him. Kyungsoo has never been a protective brother, but seeing the scars down your back had made him uneasy. It had taken Chanyeol to bring him around, and he still wasn’t exactly happy about it, hence why he was still glaring.

Chanyeol: “It was a heat of the moment kind of thing-”

Kyungsoo: “Get out of the way before I murder you”

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by exoturnback

Suho smirked at you as you walked in the room. He’d seen the marks while you’d been showing Baekhyun that morning and wasn’t about to drop it anytime soon.

Suho: “I bet you feel like an artist”

Baekhyun: “Shut your face.”

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by exoturnback

Sehun shuffled, finally waking up from the light pouring through the gaps of the window, once he was fully awake, he rolled over to wrap his arm around you from behind. But as he looked at you, he saw the scratches that ran down your back. He smiled as you turned to face him, blushing when you saw the passion filled in his eyes.

{y/n}: “Stop looking at me like that.”

Sehun: “Excuse you. I’m sorry I can’t help falling in love with you over and over again.”

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by laygion

You raised your hand to scratch an itch on your back, that was until the blush flooded your cheeks as you remembered the events from the night before with your boyfriend, Yixing. Yixing, who was sat next to you was smirking, clearly thinking the same as you. But Tao, who was at on your other side, look mildly astounded.

Tao: “I can’t believe you have all those scratches {y/n}, I didn’t think you liked cats”

{y/n}: “I don’t…”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by etherealchen

Chen was with you and the other members at the beach. You were wearing a bikini underneath a light t shirt and a pair of shorts. The others kept asking you to join them in the water, but you, knowing the marks on your back, opted out of this.

Jongdae: “It’s just water, you’re not going to melt.”

{y/n}: “No, but my makeup might. And it might uncover something we don’t want anyone else to see.” *Imitating a claw/scratch so he gets it.*

Jongdae: “Oh… Yeah okay, fair enough. Sorry Baobei.” *Flustered*

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by acidwatermelon

Your brother Baekhyun had walked in on you changing from your pajamas into your day clothes. Luckily, you were wearing undergarments, but that didn’t conceal the deep marks that scarred your back, which sent your brother into a fit of astoundment. Still unknowing of your relationship between you and Minseok, he accused you of seeing some random man while you blushed and Minseok stood back, simply smirking.

Baekhyun: “I can’t believe you’ve done that {y/n}! I can’t believe you’d do something like that!”

Xiumin: “Yes {y/n}, how very naughty of you” *smirking*

{y/n}: “Fuck you both”

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by e-x-o-s

You groaned as you looked in the mirror at your back, hardly believing how defined the lines had come out. You pouted as Tao rolled his eyes, watching you with judging eyes.

{y/n}: “You’re into some weird shit, Tao.”

Tao: “It’s not weird, you’re just basic. Besides, you weren’t saying that last night. If I recall correctly, you kept begging for more, actually.”

{y/n}: “Oh shush.” *blushing*

Lu Han

Originally posted by krismehard

You’d shown Kyungsoo due to the fact that the two of you were best friends and you talked about this kind of thing most of the time anyway, however, when Luhan found out he knew about it too he couldn’t help but question Kyungsoo, who was less than happy to discuss it further with your boyfriend.

Kyungsoo: “It looks like a wild animal’s been at it.”

Luhan: “Excuse me, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about. How dare you insult her?”

Kyungsoo: “I’m not saying that. She’s beautiful. But those scratches look disgusting.”

Luhan: “Beautiful? You’re hitting on her now, huh?”

Kyungsoo: “… You’re impossible”

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by jungsooflavored

You and Kai had been caught looking at your scars by the leader, Suho, who was less impressed at the actions that had been made (it probably didn’t help that he was pretty much your brother from another mother.) to avoid getting on his bad side, you agreed with his every word while Kai was left to blush darkly.

Kai: “Are you really taking his side right now? Because you weren’t last night”

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by krismehard

You had been out at a party with Kris and the other members. Your boyfriend, who was not a part of EXO had given you the marks, leaving Kris feeling marked on his heart instead. He was annoyed, too in love with you to forgive the man. He tried to hide his feelings and jealousy as you talked fondly about this other man and the marks he’d left on you.

“I’m too sober for this.” *Jealous af*

Moving In (M)

Originally posted by defwang

REQUESTED: A fanfic with a loooot of fluff and just a little bit of smut. A story about moving in together

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 1182

Genre: SMUT, chic JB :))

note: here you go, anon! Sorry for the super long wait, I’ve been super busy lately with school and stuff. I really hope you like this and I hope it’s something you expected haha! happy reading and take care! -admin

Moving places was hard to do since it involved multiple of boxes being transported from one area to another. But you were okay with it because you were moving in with your boyfriend of two years. Since Jaebum was an idol and he was constantly busy with his schedule, he would rarely get to see you on a daily basis. So you two agreed to move in with each other so that after he was done with work, he would come straight home to you. After searching up places to stay, you two finally settled in an apartment a few months later. Last night, you two moved in all your boxes in the place and waited until the next morning to unpack.

“Separate your clothes from mine and put yours in the closet first. I’ll organize mine after.” You ordered Jaebum to do, since he was the only one doing no work while you were unpacking your boxes.

“So demanding, I’ve never seen you like this before.” Jaebum smirked as he watched you work hard on unboxing things.

“I’d like to clean this mess up and actually settle down in our apartment.” You sighed as you looked up at him. He had a smile plastered on his face and made eye contact with you. But you didn’t want to deal with his playfulness and eyed the boxes next to him. He took that as a signal and picked up the heavy box.

“I like this side of you,” Jaebum chuckled as he passed by you with his hands full, “Wish I could see this side of you in bed.”

“Shut up and starting doing some work.” You snapped at him as you felt your cheeks rise in color. Jaebum just laughed as he made his way into the bedroom with his load of boxes. From then, Jaebum teased you in any way possible when you asked for his help or when you ordered him to do something. It would amuse him that you would get slightly angry whenever he teased you. But you knew him too well and you knew it wasn’t his intentions to make you angry. It was for the fun of moving in together.

“Hey babe, could you help me put these glasses up there?” You asked him as you started to put away the kitchen cutleries away in the cupboards.

“Why would you put them up there if you’re too short to reach them?” Jaebum sighed as he walked over to you, clearly exhausted from the work he has done.

“We have extra glasses that are not necessary for two people to use.” You noted as you watched Jaebum grab the two glasses from your hand and put them on the top cupboard. You heard him chuckle under his breath as he grabbed your waist and hoisted you on top of the counter.

“Let take a break.” Jaebum smiled, his hands grabbing your inner thighs as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“Sounds good.” You sighed as you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. You felt Jaebum’s hands starting to massage your thighs because he knew you were tense from unpacking your things. You hummed in response to his movement, your eyes still remained closed.

“You seem a bit tense, babe.” Jaebum pointed out as you opened your eyes to look at his handsome face. “Maybe I should help you loosen up. After all, you’ve done more hard work than me. Count it as a reward.”

You bit your lips as you looked at Jaebum’s eyes turn into lust. You knew full on well what he was implying and you weren’t complaining one bit. He motioned you to lay back on the counter of the kitchen as his hands played with the hem of your sweats. You wiggled around, helping Jaebum pull down your sweats as his hands gripped your waist and pulled you closer to his body. You watched him as he got down to his knees so that he was eye level to your heat, placing your two legs on top of his shoulders. He pressed kisses on the side of your inner thighs, teasing you and making you feel hot under his touch.

“Jae.” You moaned softly as he palmed your heat with his hand. You propped yourself up on your elbow to get a good look and Jaebum. A smirk plastered on face as he slowly pulled down the soft fabric of your panties and throw them on the floor. He spread your legs further apart as he dived into your pussy, giving it a long hard lick. You bit your lips as Jaebum suddenly placed his mouth on top of your clit, as he sucked, licked and nipped on your sensitive nub. You let out a loud moan, filling the room with your loud curses and the calling of Jaebum’s name.

“You’re so fucking wet, (Y/N).” Jaebum said as he pulled away from your sopping heat and kissed your inner thighs again. Without any warning, Jaebum pushed two fingers inside your soaked pussy as he hit your sweet spot in one go. You let out a breathy moan as Jaebum’s fingers moved at a brisk pace. His thumb pressed on your clit as the lewd sound of his fingers moving in and out filled up the room.

“Fuck Jae.” You moaned as Jaebum started to quicken the pace of his fingers. His thumb circling your sensitive core as his fingers hit your sweet spot. He knew you were coming close to your peak when your breathing became heavy with your face flushed red. You tried to find a good grip on the counter as you tried to stabilize your breathing. You arched your back on the counter, running your fingers through your hair as Jaebum continued at a crazy rhythm. You felt your orgasm nearing and Jaebum knew as he added another finger inside you, curling it up to hit that spot in you that made your legs tremble.

“Cum for me, baby girl.”  Jaebum growled, his voice dropping an octave and as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you at a brisk pace. At this moment, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You let out a loud moan as your orgasm hit you hard, making you tremble under his touch. Jaebum took out his fingers from your sopping sex and stopped all his movements. You bit your lip, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down from the intense orgasm.

“We’re not done yet, baby girl.” Jaebum smirked as he stood up on the ground and hovered over you, attaching his lips against your neck. You moaned softly, grabbing a fistful of his hair and he slightly sucked on the sweet spot on your neck. Soon, his lips made their way up to your lips and kissed you with full dominance, leaving you breathless. Breaking away from the kiss, Jaebum looked down at you and placed his thumb on your lips.

“Let me show you what a good girl deserves after her hard work.”

(Sorry in advance for potato quality, it’s very hard to get a clear frame when it’s zipping by in under half a second)

OK so we all saw the newspaper shots that zipped by at the start of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:

But someone clearly spent a lot of time coming up with the smaller headlines that barely anyone is ever going to see, and I would really like to read more about these:

This one is extremely hard to read but I’m pretty sure it says “Woman accused of marriage to dead no-maj” WHAT

“Accessorize your owl this winter”

Geez, poor little guy!

Is this a magical fuzzy navel?  Don’t know that I’d drink that.

Hermione would be appalled.

Can I get some of that?

Laughed, not sorry


Robert Goddard’s rocket made the wizarding news!  “Aurors suspect dark wizard involvement”

But most importantly there are articles that read like they’re straight out of a shitty online “news” site:

Like there are mommy-blogger-type witch mums who are sitting around discussing the latest bullshit “natural remedies” in the magical world too

In 1926


Summary: the reader is Stiles’s little sister and takes a definite interest in Liam after a lacrosse game which doesn’t fly too well with Stiles

Note: Hey so I know that I have a lot of requests that I need to write still but this idea popped in my head and I just had to write it. Sorry if it’s cheesy. :P I am working on all the requests though and am hoping to have them all done soon! :)

“Hey Y/N I- oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

           I glanced at my older brother out of the corner of my eyes as I turned the page. “What?”

           Stiles huffed. “You’re still reading?”

           Sniffing, I muttered, “Obviously.” It was hard to focus on my book when Stiles was having a little bitch fit in my doorway, so I reluctantly slipped my bookmark in place, crossing my arms and turning to glare at him. “Is that a problem?”

           “No, of course not- I mean, other than the fact that all you ever do is read. And eat. Then there’s the occasional bathroom trip, and… sometimes you sleep, I think. Or do you just suck energy out of the pages or something?”

           Rolling my eyes, I answered, “I didn’t realize reading was crime. Shoot me.”

           “Gladly, but that’s illegal.” Stiles sauntered across my bedroom as if I had invited him in, flopping down in my rolly-chair. I watched him carefully as he began to spin. “Listen, so, I was thinking… you spent the entire summer locked up in here, and then most of the first semester… why don’t you try coming up for air? Take a break from the books for one night. I promise your silly little Romeo won’t miss you too much.”

           I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the cover. “This is a book about middle schoolers discovering that they’re demigods.” Flipping the book over so that the summary was visible, I slid it across the bedspread for him to snatch up. “I honestly doubt Romeo is going to be making a guest appearance any time soon. Even if he did, I wouldn’t label him as silly. He’s more impulsive.”

           Stiles didn’t say anything; his calculating eyes were sweeping up and down the small paragraph. “Don’t strain yourself, slick.” I mumbled. He scoffed as he tossed the book back lightly.

           “What kind of name is ‘Percy’ anyway?”

           “Okay, dude, you really shouldn’t be talking about weird first names.” I smirked. “But if you must know, it’s short for Perseus. He’s named after the Greek hero who-”

           “-slayed Medusa and all that jazz. Yeah, got it. Read the Odyssey during freshman year.”

           I cocked my head to the side. “The Odyssey isn’t about Medusa or Perseus. It’s about Odysseus’s journey back to Ithaca after the Trojan War, and all the trouble he faced.”

           Stiles made a face. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Back to my original point, if you please. You need to get out. There’s a lacrosse game tonight. You should come.”

           I raised an eyebrow. “Are you actually going to be playing this time?”

           Snorting, Stiles hauled himself up and out of my chair. “Yes, of course… probably… maybe.” He stopped short in the threshold. “Just, c’mon, please, Y/N.”

           I groaned. “Fine. Get out. I have to get dressed.”

           Pumping his fist in the air, Stiles ran over to me quickly, grabbing my face in his hands and placing a sloppy kiss on my forehead. I screamed and swung at him. He sprinted out of my room, laughing. What an idiot.


           The bleachers were packed. I was honestly surprised. Who would have thought that this many people would actually show up? Especially with dorks like my brother and his goofy friend Scott on the team.

           I never really understood lacrosse all that well. All I knew was that it was kind of like football with sticks, I guess. That’s how it looked to me, anyways. It was very violent, and the ultimate objective was to throw the ball into the goal. Then again, there’s not a goalie in football… maybe it’s more like soccer but played with sticks…

           My phone vibrated. I fished it out of my back pocket. It was a text from Dad, asking where I was. He seemed surprised that I was actually out of the house. What can I say? I’m a home-body. I don’t like people or leaving my house for any reason.

           Once I had assured Dad that I was indeed okay, that Stiles had not kidnapped me against my will, and that the scoreboard indicated that Beacon Hills was winning, he concluded the conversation, hoping that I would have fun.

           Yes, because sitting alone at the top of some rickety bleachers surrounded by people you don’t know that are screaming at the top of their lungs as they watch a game you don’t understand definitely qualifies as fun.

           Still, I tried to stay optimistic. Scott had bought me a bag of candy, and Stiles gave me the rest of his Coke. My iPod was sort of helping to block out the crowd’s ridiculous roar.

           The stadium lights flickered on with a bang as night started to descend. The glare provided just enough light for me to take out my book and read. Score!


           I was in the zone. In my head, I was negotiating with Hades to the beat of Thunder Kiss ’65 by White Zombie… or was it Rob Zombie? He had switched at some point, but I forgot to which one.

           Suddenly, something flew right into my lap, causing me to scream and toss my book over the side of the bleachers in my moment of terror. Hand over my heart, gasping for air, I cautiously moved back to my original spot to see… a damn lacrosse ball.

           Furiously, I yanked out my headphones. “Stiles, you asshole!” I screamed, shoving my iPod into my bag, along with my snacks. The headphones were probably going to get tangled, but I was too pissed to care at the moment.

           At the foot of the bleachers, laughing, were the two biggest idiots I had ever laid my eyes on. When they saw me start to stomp down the silver steps, they both pointed at each other bestowing the blame of throwing the ball. I didn’t care who did it, to be frank. I was going to kill them both for good measure.

           “What the hell?” I shrieked when I jumped off the last step, standing toe-to-toe with my brother. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

           Scott snickered. “Your heart sounds fine to me.”

           I scowled. “You too, McCall! I can’t believe you! And here I thought that you were the perfect little gentleman… puppy… whatever. You’re just as much of a dog as Stiles!”

           “Dog remarks, huh?” Stiles flicked my nose. “Real classy, sis.”

           I swatted his hand away. “Oh, don’t you ‘sis’ me. I’ve had enough of you. First you make me leave the house, then you refuse to take me to the library-”

           “-hey, I was running late for the game-”

           “-and now this? Are you kidding me right now Stiles? And you wonder why I don’t want to come out of my room. It’s because you two bozos take every opportunity to tease the piss out of me, and I can’t stand it!”

           Scott scratched the back of his neck. “Y/N, I’m sorry… you’re just really easy to mess with. It’s funny. Please don’t be mad.”

           I mimicked him with a high voice, and Stiles rolled his eyes. “How mature.”

           “More than you are.”

           “Alright, whatever you say. I think it’s past your bedtime now; that’s probably why you’re so crabby. Go sit in the Jeep. I’ll be out of the locker room in like two minutes.”

           “Past my bed- boy, you do realize-”

           Coach Finstock cut me off. “Hey, McCall! Stilinski, and… smaller Stilinski! Get off the field!” Shoving past Stiles’s shoulder, I made my way over to the side of the bleachers.

           Stiles stalked after me. “Um, where do you think you’re going?”

           “To find my book, which fell over the edge when you threw a freaking ball at me like a five year old.”


           Eventually Stiles and Scott left me the hell alone, retreating to the locker room. Meanwhile, I strolled under the bleachers, neck aching as I scowered the ground for any glimpse of the green book. Damn. I was going to kill my idiot brother and his idiot friend.

           “Um, excuse me?”

           Gasping I whirled around to see a boy about my age standing back where I came. He was taller than I was, no doubt, with blond hair and blue eyes. His lips were pursed slightly, as if he were mulling over the words he wanted to say. When he stepped forward slightly, my heart skipped a beat.

           What was scarier at the moment? Bleachers somehow falling on top of me, or a boy I don’t know approaching me in the dark?

           Definitely the boy.

           Strangely enough, as soon as my heart beat escalated, the boy held his hands up slightly, as if trying not to disturb a frightened animal, and took three steps back, placing him the light. He looked like he was fresh from the shower with his wet hair and shirt that was sticking to his chest. “I’m not going to hurt you or anything. I just thought… were you looking for this?”

           In his hands was my copy of the Lightning Thief.

           “Yes!” I lunged, eagerly reaching for the book. I nearly plowed over him. “Sorry. Yeah, that’s mine. My brother scared me and I dropped it. Thanks.”

           “It’s no problem.” He shrugged, and the simple gesture made me think that he really believed it. “I just saw it and didn’t want you to be out here by yourself. There’s… you know…” He looked as embarrassed as I felt.

           “What’s your name?” I asked randomly, licking over my lips.

           “M-my name?” He looked startled. Why? Did he have something to hide? “I’m Liam.” He chewed his lower lip.

           “Well, it’s wonderful to meet you, Liam. You’re my hero. My knight in shining armor. My kitten-saving fire-fighter.” I joked, attempting to make him more comfortable. Liam cracked a smile, blushing as he shook my hand. “I’m Y/N.”

           Liam’s eyes bulged slightly. “Y-you’re Y/N?”

           Slowly, I nodded. “Yeah. Is that a problem? Did my terrible reputation as a quiet nerd girl create some kind of awful opinion of me prior to our meeting?”

           He snorted. “No, of course not. It’s just…”

           “And what the hell is this?” I rolled my eyes, turning around to see Stiles tearing across the field with an unhappy expression on his face. “I thought I told you to wait in the Jeep, not go around flirting.”

           “And I thought I told you that I was going to look for my book.” I spat back, crossing my arms over my chest. Then, as an afterthought, I added, “I wasn’t flirting. Liam found my book and gave it back to me. I was thanking him. We introduced ourselves. That’s it.”

           Stiles rolled his eyes. That seemed to be a habit we both shared when we heard total bs. But in this case, I was telling the truth. “Right. You weren’t flirting. Because that’s believable.”

           Alright, he wanted to be that way. Sighing, I held up my hands. “No, no, you were right the first time. We were about to just drop right down on the grass and go for it, but then you showed up, saving my virtue. I was too embarrassed to admit it. Oh, Stiles! How can I ever repay you?”

           Scott raised his hand from behind Stiles. “I have an idea. Never talk about your ‘virtue’ again.” He clapped Stiles on the shoulder before moving around to come stand between Liam- who was beet red- and I. “Well, it’s nice to see my Beta and practically my baby sister getting along.”

           “Whoa, you’re the Beta?” I exclaimed.

           Liam nodded. “You know about… about all of this?” He waved to himself and Scott.

           “Um, yes. My brother has a big mouth. The day Scott got bit, guess who he came to first?” I put on a falsetto. “’Oh my God, Y/N, Scott got bit by a big doggie and now he’s turning into Jacob from Twilight! What am I supposed to do?’”

           Stiles held up a finger. “One, I don’t sound like that.” Huh. I thought I did a pretty good job. He ticked off another finger. “Two, it was a terrifying moment. I had to tell someone because Scott wasn’t listening to me- and you bought right into it, so don’t even.” Can’t argue with that. Sadly, it’s true. But I was an impressionable eighth grader who read too much. I can’t be blamed… right?

           Then he was quiet, crossing his arms. “Well?” I asked.

           He sighed. “Well what?”

           “What’s the third thing?”

           “I don’t have a third thing. What makes you think I have a third thing?”

           “Usually, when people list off stuff, there’s three things. It follows the whole repetition of the number three from-” Stiles slapped a hand over my mouth, moaning, “Oh my God, I don’t have a third thing. Stop reciting your infinite knowledge about literary devices for once, please. I’m actually begging.”

           I shoved his arm off, but didn’t continue. Instead, I focused on securing my book into my bag. I definitely do not want to lose it again.

           Scott spoke up then. “Alright, well, now that that’s settled, Liam, do you want to come over for some pizza?” Stiles had told me in the car that we were going to Scott’s after the game for pizza and video games. Well, they were going to play video games. I was going to go upstairs into Scott’s room and read while I enjoyed my pizza.  

           Liam shifted awkwardly. “Uh, yeah, sure. Just let me text my Mom.”

           “Cool.” Scott said. I took the opportunity to dig my phone out too, passing it to Liam, whose eyes went wide. I laughed, “Put your number in.”

           “Oh no. No no no no no. This is not happening. This,” Stiles flapped his hand back and forth between us. “is not, I repeat, not happening. Negative. No no no.”

           I quirked an eyebrow. “And why the hell not?” I countered, placing a hand on my hip.

           “Because-” Stiles sputtered. “Because I said so! I’m the big brother! I’m always right, and whatever I say goes. So no. This is not happening.”

           “That’s not a reason; that’s an excuse.” I pushed my hair over my shoulder. “Besides, I could count on five hands the number of times you’ve been wrong today. You’re going to have to give me a more substantial reason than that.”

           Stiles was bright red in the face. “Because he’s a werewolf! And you’re my baby sister who acts like she’s all quiet and shy but really is a sarcastic nerd who is super confident and hates people and dear God you don’t need to corrupt this little explosive ball of rage. He’s a werewolf with anger issues. You’re someone who’s main goal in life is to piss other people off with your wide range of freaky intelligence about books. It’s a recipe for disaster.”

           Liam tried to butt in with, “I’m a what?” but neither Stiles or I acknowledged him. We were dead set on each other, glaring like we were two fighters on opposing corners of the ring.

           I crossed my arms. “So?” Stiles blanched, “So? What do you mean ‘so?’”

           “So what if I’m a bitch and he’s a werewolf? That doesn’t mean anything. You’re not Dad, Stiles. And I’m pretty sure he’d be happy that I’m talking to someone other than him, you, and Scott. In fact, I’m positive that he wouldn’t have a problem with it.”

           “Jesus,” Stiles raked a hand through his hair. “I know I’m not Dad. But I don’t wait you” he pointed at me, “or you,” he jabbed a long finger at Liam “to get hurt.”

           I rolled my eyes. “We’re not going to hurt each other. We just met. Honestly, what do you think is going to happen?”

           “I think that you like him.”

           “Well duh! Why else would I get his number?”

           “So you can text him and meet up or, or, or have him sneak into your room late at night when you think me and Dad are asleep, but I’m not asleep, and I’ll hear-”

           “-Malia telling you to grab a condom? Guess what Stiles. I’m not you. I’m not going to ask my were-partner to sneak into my room in the middle of the night Edward-Cullen-style and screw me. That’s your style, not mine.”

           “Oh my God, you heard that?” His pale face flushed with color. “That was one time.”

           “The point is-”

           Scott butted in. “-that me and Liam are standing right here and are hearing everything you’re saying to one another?”

           I blinked. Oh crap. I totally forgot that they were standing there. Awkwardly, I looked away from Stiles to see Scott staring at his shoes and Liam blushing like mad while tapping his thumbs across his phone.

           “Oh, um… hey guys… sorry about that… just a little sibling spat…” I trailed off, shifting my weight from foot to foot. “This is awkward.”

           “No sh-”

           “Here you go.” Liam cut Stiles off when he handed me my phone back. I mumbled a thanks. I was about to stow it away when it vibrated. I thought I had told Dad that everything was cool…?

           From: Liam ;P

         I like you too

         From: Liam ;P

         Now I feel like a nerd

         From: Liam ;P

         Please don’t laugh.

           I couldn’t help it. I snorted, shaking my head before patting his arm. “Adorable.” I said.

           Stiles, in his infamous nosy way, leered over my shoulder and read the texts. “Oh, great.” He groaned. “He likes her too. Wonderful. This night has gone beautifully.”

           Scott chuckled, taking in Stiles’s distress and Liam’s red face. “And so it begins.” He snickered.

Feeling a little stressed

Ok so college is hard to me now
I am so busy
The only thing I can do now if I am having a free time ( draw or reblog like stuff) I want to get back to my old hobbies like taking photos and reading 📖 or watching movies with my sister but i can’t because of college ,
I am sorry if I am late or didn’t respond or can’t complete your favorite comic on time ,I am very tired and stressed and I think little by little my depression coming back
All I want to ask form you don’t rush me to draw comics, I know I have a lot I didn’t finish yet, but they will be soon ,they have an ending .
That’s all I want to say and thank you for reading

Back to School (sorry for long post)

Hey little ones! I know how stressful school can be and how much anxiety it can cause in just a short time. I constructed this long post to help you guys out. Feel free to add to this as well.

Stay Organized

I know this is a really hard one to actually accomplish and keep going for the entire year, but trust me when I say it helps out a lot with stress. If you stay organized you’re a lot less likely to misplace important papers, materials, and anything else.

Ways to stay organized

·         A large reusable calendar

Write important test dates, doctors’ appointments, and any other important dates on here and hang it somewhere you look every day.

a)      Have Specific days for laundry and quick pick-ups it helps a lot as well.

·         Print off a daily checklist (make the copies front to back if possible)

This is to help you keep track of what you have to do and what you have done. Include everyday things and your morning routine so you don’t forget.

·         Binders and folders

Make sure you have a binder or folder for each of your classes (if you have like 7 classes use folders for the ones that don’t require binders, or get a 2inch binder and split it between two classes) make sure each binder/folder is a different color (and label them) I cannot stress how much color coding is important.

a)      Dividers: now I don’t mean the flimsy paper ones, get the flimsy plastic ones with pockets if you can. (the colors on these don’t matter) Label one of them Note, the next one Tests and Guides, and the last one Work sheets. Get enough for each binder/folder.

·         Color coding

I feel like personally this one will make or break you.

a)      Assign colors to each of your classes.

Red: Math

Orange: Language Arts (reading or writing)

Yellow: history (civics, social studies)

Green: Science

Blue: Electives (foreign language, health)

b)     Get index cards/Sticky notes in those colors

When studying for that class (which you really do need to do) use the index cards/sticky notes with the corresponding color of that class.

c)      Highlighters: highlight different information in different colors.

Facts: Blue

Numbers, Dates, Statsitcs: Green

Opinions: Yellow

Key Vocab: Pink

Unknown words: Orange

*It really helps to have a key that is the same throughout the year.

·         Labels and Titles

a)      Title your notes with the class, dates, and topic.

b)     Label your binders/folders for what class they are

c)      Label your notebooks for the subject

d)     Write your name on important things.

Do your homework

Homework is really important especially once you get to high-school. With a lot of teachers it will kill your grade if you don’t do it. I know that sometimes it will feel like you’re overworked but don’t be afraid to ask for help. (I am more than willing to help out with homework on my free time, just send me a message.)

a)      Seriously as soon as you get home do your homework even if you don’t want to.

b)     Don’t overwork yourself, take breaks and reward yourself.

Fun tips:

1.)     If you have to write an essay, read some chapters in a book, do an assignment that involves answering questions, do math homework, science homework, etc.

Complete 5 problems, Read one chapter, answer five questions, etc. Then color part of a picture. (Yes you might have to work on the homework a bit longer, but then you get to de-stress)

2.)    If your teachers allow you to eat in class, bring small, non-messy foods like fruit snacks, fruits, gushers, teddy grahams, etc.

3.)    Carry snacks in your bag.

4.)   Carry a small stuffie in your bag (key chain version), helps with anxiety as well.

5.)    You can never have too many pencils.

6.)   Carry deodorant, body spray, and chap-stick as well.

I was scared too. What I will tell you, at the welcoming pep rally (if you have one) if they tell you to show spirit and scream, show spirit and scream.

Find out what your teachers are into and befriend them make sure to be on their good side even if you hate them. Greet them at the door or at their desk or where ever when you walk in the classroom, and tell them to have a good day when you leave. Ask them if they need anything before you sit down and they should warm up to you. Most of the time, if you do that they won’t call on you much. Take notes in class and keep it organized. (Seriously notes are important) If there’s no assigned seating it in the middle of the class.

Walk confidently in the halls but not like you own the place. If you keep your head down they’ll single you out and if you walk like you own the place they’ll try to beat you down. Be polite to everyone you run into the first and second time. If they’re rude both times then you have the right to snap back but the first time they might have had a bad day.

To help with anxiety chewing gum helps (I know it’s not allowed but have like juicy fruit or something that’s not strong smelling and don’t make it obvious)

Bullying is only an issue if you piss someone off most of the time. Make as many upperclassmen friends as you can. If you ride the bus that’s your time. Listen to what they talk about and if they like it then casually bring it up and they should like you.

Definitely, definitely get involved. Seriously it’s important. Join a club. At least one, if you can’t than join a sport but only if you like them.

Befriend the administration and the people in guidance. Don’t be afraid of the guidance counselor they are your friend.

If you get bullied I will fight them. Just give me a name and I’ll destroy them.

Please take care little ones! I love you all and I hope you find this useful. (I apologize for the length)

anonymous asked:

Hi, I really love your single dad!shiro and I dint know if you're still doing this but is it okay if you did one where the kids are still little and shiro's prosthetic just, falls off. Like some crazy reason and the kids freak out. Thank you for reading!

Hello nonny! Thank you so much for loving this lil verse (not so little anymore. I think this is my 40th fic haha!) Oh this prompt was too funny; I busted out laughing the first time I read it and so many scenarios came to mind. I hope you enjoy this one shot and thank you for sending in asks! I love it! Enjoy!


               Shiro needed to get a new arm.

               Literally. His prosthetic was due for a replacement with new enhancements and features, but Shiro had been too busy to go and actually missed his one year mark, checkup. Now it had almost been two years since he’d gotten a new prosthetic and being a veteran, he always got a new one everywhere. For a while it didn’t matter that it had been two years since his last appointment, but as of late Shiro could see problems in his arm. For one the grip wasn’t as good and his fingers would get stuck. His elbow also creaked really loudly when he tried to bend the arm (which took more force than usual) and the end where it connected to his flesh was beginning to hurt.

               Shiro knew it was time to make an appointment, but with Keith growing up, Shiro just lost track of time. His baby was almost five-years-old already.

               Which was why Shiro needed a new arm quickly.

               He avoided trying to hold Keith, in case the grip in his hand suddenly loosened or his fingers got stiff and hurt Keith. This did not make Keith a very happy camper, but after a small explanation from his daddy, he gave in. Though he was sure to scold his daddy to make an appointment ASAP, because cuddles were on the line!

               Shiro had an appointment scheduled on Friday, which luckily was tomorrow. His arm was falling more and more apart with every day that passed, but at least he would be getting a new arm soon.

               The day had been like any other. The sun was shining. Shiro had come to pick Keith up at Allura’s daycare, where all the kids were running around the playground. Shiro had made plans to have dinner with Keith and his parents.

               And then his arm fell off.

               As in, actually fell off.

               Shiro heard a small hiss and a louder creak before a heavy weight came off of his arm. He blinked in confusion and looked down at his prosthetic – or he looked at what was left of his prosthetic. The arm from the elbow to his fingertips had fallen off at the hinges and was lying lifeless on the ground. Wires were poking out from the gaping hole in his elbow and he slowly raised his broken arm up to his face.


               That’s when the screaming started.

               Shiro jumped when not one, nor two, or even three children screamed but rather every child in the playground screamed. Then some of them started crying and running around in hysteria.

               “His arm fell off!”

               “He’s an alien!”

               “He’s going to fall apart!”

               “What if he tries to eat us?!”

               “Is my arm going to fall off too?”

               Shiro could barely comprehend that his arm had fallen off a day before he was scheduled to get a new one, so it was no surprise that he barely realized why the kids were all crying and screaming. Once his brain managed to catch up in realization, Shiro almost jumped back.

               “Oh jeez. Oh. Oh. I’m sorry!” Shiro waved his hands – well, one hand since the other was a broken off and wired stump – in front of him in panic. He tried to smile soothingly at all the children, while Allura and other teachers tried to wrangle all of them up. However, this gesture seemed to have the adverse effect and only made several kids scream even louder.

               “Oh no. Oh no. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Shiro nervously ran a hand through his hair and tried to kick the broken arm out of sight of the kids.

               “Oh my god! He doesn’t even need that arm!”

               “He’s trying to get rid of the evi-dance!”

               “Doesn’t that hurt?!”

               Shiro’s eyes widened when the group of children burst into new tears, while the teachers all scrambled to comfort them. This was not how I was expecting this day to go.

               “I’m sorry. Look, it’s okay. I’m not hurt.” Shiro tried to wave his broken prosthetic stump around, only for a group of girl to shriek violently and immediately Shiro lowered his arm. “Ah sorry.”

               “Oh my god, Keith is that your dad?!” Shiro sighed tiredly upon hearing Pidge’s voice. He looked over to see Keith and his friends running towards him. Shiro attempted to hide his stump and the broken prosthetic on the ground, however each kid had seen enough. Keith’s eyes widened for a second before schooling into a calmer look.

               “Did it break?” Keith asked quietly, as if the whole situation was Shiro’s fault.

               “Um yes?” Shiro lowered his gaze when Keith sighed. Beside him, Lance was running back and forth with his hands in the air, yelling over and over that, “We need to get ice to keep Shiro’s arm cold when they reattach it! Someone get ice!” Hunk was alternating between crying and trying to find some ice for Lance.

               Pidge had crouched down to poke at Shiro’s prosthetic with a stick whispering, “Cool” over and over.

               “This is why you shoulda gone before.” Keith shook his head and walked up to his dad. “Is good you go tomorrow.” He gently tapped at the remainder of the prosthetic on Shiro’s arm and Shiro hesitated. He knew that Keith was signaling for him to remove the prosthetic entirely and air out his arm, but that would probably just freak out the kids even more.

               “Hunk, we need more ice! More!” Lance yelled after dumping an empty cup of water with ice onto Shiro’s broken prosthetic. Hunk was too busy trying to kiss his fingers and then kiss the arm as if that would fix the hurt.

               “Knock it off Lance! You’re gonna break it!” Pidge cried.

               “It’s already broken! We gotsta save it!” Lance argued back hotly while other children screamed in the background. Shiro sighed tiredly and removed his broken prosthetic entirely. Once his fleshed arm was completely revealed, Keith smiled and gave the stump a gentle kiss.

               At least that brought a soft smile to Shiro’s face.

               “You’re not really a robot?!” Lance cried when he noticed Shiro’s stump for the first time ever. Shiro subconsciously tried to pull his short sleeve down, but it was no use. Great day to not wear long sleeves Shirogane.

               “Of course he’s not dummy!” Keith snapped and continued to pet Shiro’s stump. “That’s a pros-tatic.”

               “A prosthetic.” Shiro corrected softly and Lance frowned. “It’s a temporary arm, because I don’t have a real one.”

               “You do.” Lance nodded towards Shiro’s other arm and Shiro chuckled.

               “I mean I don’t have a right arm. I lost it in the war. So they gave me a prosthetic to replace it.” Shiro explained softly when Lance, Hunk and Pidge had stopped crying or screaming or poking at his broken arm. The other kids were beginning to calm down too.

               “Oh. Well, can we help you find it then? Was it far where you lost it?” Hunk asked earnestly, eyes bright with hope and determination. Shiro felt his heart swelling with pride and he laughed softly before ruffling Hunk’s hair.

               “Yes. It was very, very far away. It’s been so long that I don’t think we can find it, thank you though.” Shiro said and Hunk was torn between, feeling saddened that he couldn’t find his arm, ad happy at Shiro’s thanks. “Don’t worry, that’s why I have these prosthetics so I don’t need that arm anymore.”

               “Then how come it fell off?” Pidge asked.

               “Well, it’s been a couple years since I got a new arm and it got worn out.” Shiro admitted while Keith rolled his eyes. “I’m going tomorrow to get a new arm.”

               “Is it going to hurt?” A little girl about Lance’s height finally stepped up to Shiro and his kids. She bit her lip nervously and her friends soon followed after her. Shiro blinked. At least they weren’t crying. Or screaming.

               “Oh no. It never hurts, unless I wear them too long. Just like when you get a cut, you have to it air out. I do the same with my hurt right here.” Shiro pointed to the stump and the children all nodded. “The prosthetic doesn’t hurt to use or put on.”

               “Can I get a prosthetic?” Another boy eventually joined their group.

               “Oh um, well only people that are missing a body part usually get a prosthetic to help them. Like a leg, or an arm, or such?” Shiro scratched at the back of his head.

               “Can you shoot lasers from your fingers?”


               “Do you have super strength?”

               “How does it work?”

               “Can you hold a cup?”

               “Are you an alien?”

               Keith huffed and plopped himself against his daddy, holding tightly onto his pants while the kids continued asking Shiro question after question. He buried his face in Shiro’s shirt to hide the smile while Lance, Hunk and Pidge eagerly listened to Shiro’s explanations and stories. Pidge cradled the broken arm in their arms as if it were a precious baby and Shiro couldn’t hide his smile.

               Maybe he wasn’t as scary as he always thought.

Christmas Lights

Day 6 of 25 Days of Christmas

Summary: “I live below you and I was minding my own business watching the snowfall out the window when I saw a body fall. Are you really putting up Christmas lights right now?”

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A/N: Day 6! I just want to take a quick second to thank you for all the support you’ve been showing me in the past few days for the 25 Days of Christmas. I’m usually not the kind of person to stick to something so I’m really surprised to have made it so far and it’s all thanks to you guys. It’s a little hard for me to reply to your ‘replies’ and reblogs since this is a second blog and replies show up as my personal blog but I swear I read and appreciate every single comment. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart x (and sorry for the long author’s note).

It was a cold, December winter evening. All weather forecasts had been warning everyone to stay inside for the last couple of days because of the strong winds and snowstorms. Dan didn’t really mind since it gave him time off work and no one would judge him for enjoying having to stay inside.

He was spending his days scrolling through Tumblr with an occasional random binge on Wikipedia and he had drunk his own weight in coffee. Life was good.

Things started taking a turn for the worse when Dan opened his cupboard and realised he was running out of coffee. It was the first time in two days where he started hoping the snow storm would let up sometime soon.

For now, he was just going to turn to hot chocolate instead and enjoy the peace and quiet of a cold day in Winter. He had finished everything he had set out to do during the day such as replying to the emails he had been ignoring for weeks and editing a video so he figured he deserved a break.

Dan made himself some quick dinner and then settled down next to the window to peacefully watch the snowfall out of the window. He could finally feel himself start to relax when he saw a body fall in front of his window and he jumped a foot in the air, managing to spill half of the food on himself. Shit.

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