also the show is more gorgeous than it has and right or need to be

The truth is…
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Aries:

  • is a sassy bitch, let’s just accept that. always answering back, they’d even answer back to any god (may it be diplomatically or sarcastic)
  • always give people cheap gifts not because they’re broke but because they think that’s the only standard or gift you deserve
  • has a huge disgust with humanity so they either get delusions of controlling the world or they avoid/limit their human interactions
  • their logic is out of this world: it’s either you get mesmerised and see a new horizon or you end up getting crazy because you can’t get it
  • beneath all their layers, they’re one of the smartest and hardworking people out there… always willing to help you study/work/etc.

Taurus: 

  • their trigger word is literally food and all its proper nouns. they’d sell their souls for a ceaseless supply of food and they’d won’t regret
  • literally possessive as fuck, aphrodite lives in their titties cos they dun calm down if they see someone circling around their man/woman.
  • obsessed with getting shit organised y'all don’t even know. they will never move unless a very detailed blue print is in front of them.
  • they will keep hustlin more than a twenty of you combined. they know and prioritise how precious time and money are.
  • when they say they can’t do an errand/plea, dun quickly believe them at all cost or you’ll get a small surprise: they’ll do it after some while. 

Gemini: 

  • know that archetype of a kind person who’ll obey & follow you to the death but has so many fucking personal motives? yep, that’s gemini.
  • their knowledge and expertise are vastly scary; multilingual people and historians. they aint called GEMinis for nothing, hunty.
  • for them, it’s a dog-eat-dog world. if you don’t match their pace, you’re basically out of their surviving list, whatever list that is.
  • insanely in love and proud making other people swoon over them (oh the oozing warmth of being loved and respected) but says otherwise
  • bad at remembering dates but that dun mean they love you less or you’re not that important to them, just believe in them.

Cancer:

  • they dun talk much but best believe me, whenever they speak it’s either they gon hand you your ass or roast the living shit out of you
  • are all terminally sarcastic bless their souls. they don’t have time for your bullshit, they don’t even have time for their own.
  • they will never side or they will avoid picking a side. they’re the best people to rant cos they will literally get where you coming from.
  • one of the sweetest and loving signs out there but for some reason, they tend to have some problems making real long time friends.
  • always look brooding or even out of reach. that’s cos they’re afraid words/actions won’t come/show they way they really want them too.

Leo:

  • so demure but once you get close to them/they know they have the upper control, they will fucking nag & bully everything
  • but after the searing primadonna stage, these lions are all just smol precious clumsy beans who must be protected at all cost
  • knows the traditional ways or romancing someone, like the flowers and cupcakes and shy yet formal asking you out for events/dates
  • easily clouded by false/dark ideas and hard to snap them out of it. it takes another brave alpha who can help them out of the cray
  • but don’t be fooled, these lions can be tamed and would be willing to tag along the right people for the rest of their life line.

Virgo:

  • dont slack off in front of them, they will give your ass a whoop back to reality. trust me, they give so much vigour and moral to people.
  • not easily scared of pretty much anything because they always think about the story/reason behind it, for this one, what made it scary?
  • they can get super fucking salty and shady and they aint afraid of being salty and shady, for a good or bad reason whatsoever.
  • they never fail to always see the bigger picture, that also means they’re not afraid to do everything to get to the biggest picture.
  • loves having fun and enjoying life without taking advantage of things or forgetting to be humble and well-grounded.

Libra: 

  • too pure for this world but these people have a skyrocketing tendencies to becoming a yandere (lol they probably already are)
  • their aesthetic perfectionism sickness is practically beyond all earth signs combined: they’ll set fire on anything lower than their standards.
  • too kind and angelic we dun deserve them. we also dun deserve their life sucking flirtatious killer charms. we just dun deserve then all in all
  • these bitches love to meddle with other people’s business tho. either they save the situation or aggravate it, there’s no in between
  • even with all the hate on their kind, libra people just keep their heads up and tryn’a understand and accept other people’s view of them.

Scorpio: 

  • for the vagillionth time, y'all have to remember that these “””devil children””” are all just 4D weird bastards who easily space out.
  • the sexy airheads we all get from anime. but dun cross them & their fambam, they won’t think twice about apathetically cutting you.
  • everyone’s fairy godmother/father cos if they love you & they see you deserving, they will lavish &treat you so great. aint lying, dis the truth
  • willing to learn from others but is obsessed with “i am the most mature one so my wisdom is the greatest and the only effective one”
  • so many layers, like they’re literally never-ending. but after plucking all these layers out, you’ll see a fragile marshmallow baby inside 

Sagittarius:

  • they need like a dozen of hobbies as outlets for their energy. if they don’t get the energy out, they become a host of a time bomb.
  • insatiably absorbs all information of all kinds like a baby on his mom’s chest or a tic sucking out blood from a fresh catch: you choose
  • no one really knows if they’re showing genuine reaction/emotion cos you don’t know if they’re forcing it or not or they dun even know too
  • is the jack of all trades cos they have so many talents but can’t focus and drill hard on one cos they jump from different talent to another
  • may come arrogant but always they always want everyone to be happy and enjoying the time, probably more than how libra wants it.

Capricorn: 

  • always late on almost everything. insomniac children of the night, so no matter how dire the situation is, they’ll always be late. deal with it.
  • condescending as fuck cos they know they can do pretty much anything please beware they are vicious machiavellians
  • obsessed with segregating people in their lives; they don’t want their friends to socialise with their family, this group with that group, etc.
  • avoids and gets easily tired with human interaction, but is magically brilliant with human interaction. their magic? idek ask them.
  • after you pass their scrutinising sifting of people in their lives, you’ll just see a funny, dependent, happy-go-lucky, perverted side of them

Aquarius:

  • also don’t like taking sides, will never jump onto anything without all the cards are seeable, yet also not afraid to speak up in the end.
  • obsessed and deranged with their fanaticism of any horror shit idk how they can carry on with a fine stomach after all that scary jazz
  • can never be controlled, they might seem controllable or easy to manoeuvre but spare your ass and don’t be fooled by this sign
  • disappears and reappears at their own will, and doesn’t care about the consequences of their absence, they literally don’t care.
  • in the end of the day, aquarius has no fucks to give any of the other signs. they don’t ask for a lot and they just wanna be left alone.

Pisces:

  • are quiet little shits who looks way more gorgeous when they’re mad cos they just turn fiendish but still in a cute way, like wtf how???
  • needs a fuck ton of guidance from older or more mature people cos they tend either the laziest, silliest, or most annoying things ever. 
  • how fucking annoying it is whenever they pull out the victim card like dude shove that thing back where it belongs or so I will.
  • are actually sensible people, kinda shocking for some but it’s the truth cos these people stay in tune with their emotions, they dun run away
  • break them to pieces and you’ll see a child needing to be loved and wanting to know what are the things that they can improve and learn
how to spot the signs

**check moon, venus, and rising sign too though bc y’know

aries // it’s probably fairly easy to spot that aries. they’re the one that screams aggressively when their pottery project crumbles in their hands. the one that always wants to try ziplining or bungee jumping or skydiving. 

in private - aries in private are one of those signs that are very similar to the way they are in general or in public. they don’t feel the need to have to cover up their emotions or their thoughts. if you’re with an aries in private, you will probably notice that they’re more chill than you thought they were, though. and not as angry as they seem. 

flirting - the ones that subtly flirt but still seem to get their message across. flirts a lot too, though. anytime they can get close to their crush, they’re flirting.  

features - they probably have like one really striking feature. like the most beautiful hair you’ve ever seen or really great natural eyebrows. 

taurus // a taurus may be a little harder to spot. they probably have a plant/nature aesthetic. they’re the ones who can be outgoing and shy at the same time. they’re quite calm and collected. thinks through their decisions before making them. suggests hiking and camping a lot. 

in private - taurus in private are probably sweeter than they are in public, especially if you’re close to them. many of them may also be a little more emotional than you’d think. sometimes they’ll talk for hours, sometimes they’ll barely say a single word. 

flirting - you probably won’t even notice a taurus flirting. they’re quite subtle about it, because it makes them feel awkward. this doesn’t mean they’re bad at flirting though, usually they’re able to become good friends with their crush, and things may go from there. 

features - soft features that all fit together really nicely. soft, rounded nose. cute eyes. not too strongly defined eyebrows. 

gemini // ah, the gemini. it’s probably one of the popular girls in your class, or the guy who’s the class clown. they’re fun, energetic, and definitely quite talkative. they have a lot of nice things to say about people. 

in private - at first, gemini seems just like they are in public. talkative, got a lot of stories up their sleeve, smiles a bunch. but pay attention to their words. they’re different. in private, they’re more comfortable with sharing a lot of gossip. they’re probably also a lot smarter than you thought they were. may react differently to the same thing than if they were in public. 

flirting - a gemini is a pretty solid flirter. they’re good at never making their crush bored. they rarely tell the same story twice, even if in reality it’s the same story with a few tweaks here and there. 

features - a gemini is just cute, man. beautiful smile. bright and alert eyes. 

cancer // a cancer may be a little bit hard to spot. they’re either super shy and reserved, or pretty talkative and outgoing, but not much of an in-between. probably the ones that get a little offended by a joke, and can take criticism pretty personally and to the heart. 

in private - a cancer is one of those people you want to know privately. like someone you want to spend one-on-one time with. they’re cuddly, cute, sweet, ad comforting. if you’re close, you’ll probably be able to notice the transition from being awkward in public to smooth af in private. 

flirting - a cancer may not be the best flirter of all time. but, they may get their way. they probably clam up and sweat when being close to their crush. but hey, they’re cute and lovable so maybe it won’t be hard for their crush to notice them.

features - a cancer has soft features. they look really kind. the type of person that if you’re in a crowd and you have to ask someone for the time, you’d ask them because they seem like they won’t be too bothered by you and will be nice about it. 

leo // not hard to spot a leo. usually loud and confident, but not usually in the cocky way. they’re always with a group of people, and probably the one that’s talking. super fun and adventurous. the kind of person to bring ten bags of marshmallows to the campfire. 

in private - a leo in private may surprise you from the way they seem in public. probably one of the most different from in private to in public compared to all the other signs. they have insecurities hidden. they’re not always super happy. may get stressed out a lot. needs to know you’ll always be there for them.

flirting - leo is one of the best flirters hands down. their crush probably is already attracted to them anyways. good storytellers, pretty hilarious. can make their crush feel like them flirting is almost addictive. they’re also obvious with their flirting. 

features - a leo is beautiful. could rock the catwalk or the red carpet. they may enjoy wearing a lot of makeup (not necessarily to ‘cover up’ but more so bc they just like to) but are just as glamorous without. 

virgo // a virgo looks at the small details rather than the big picture. probably the perfectionist in the class, who has perfect handwriting and good grades. the one that makes good, smart decisions. knows what’s going on in the world. 

in private - a virgo is more willing to try new things and will say things that surprise you when you first have one-on-one time with a virgo. even though they’re fairly entertainig themselves, they’ll always beg you to entertain them or tell them some good jokes. 

flirting - a virgo is also a pretty subtle flirter, and seems like just a friend, which is okay because they may say some creepy things that would be super embarrassing if their crush knew they were flirting with them. you know like or “i love the neighborhood you live in”. don’t like leading people on.

features - a virgo likes to focus on their appearance. good fashion sense, perfect makeup, astounding hair. 

libra // a libra is probably the one you automatically feel like is kind of “fake” as a first impression. they’re probably not “fake”, they just try too hard to cover up their real emotions and show different ones instead so they don’t seem detached. pretty intelligent and a good talker. 

in private - a libra is another sign you want to know personally. you just always want to know what they have to say and their opinion on things. they can be either mature or childish depending on their mood. very peaceful. doesn’t like fighting with the ones they love. 

flirting - a libra is pretty good at flirting. they can be the touchy type, so they’re probably not as subtle. they have such a natural charm to them and are so intriguing. easy to get along with.

features - a libra probably has gorgeous eyes. you can tell they’re thinking about something important all the time. probably very light (not in color, in terms of feeling ig). 

scorpio // a scorpio is intense. they’re highly opinionated and good at arguing, and have clear emotions. they can be either loud or quiet. everyone is probably either aesthetically attracted to a scorpio, or attracted to their personality. they’re just cool. 

in private - a scorpio in private is intense. they want to know a lot about you. they also want you to know a lot about them. they’re very real and honest people. don’t say “no offense but…” to them. straightforward (but not rude) people work well with them.

flirting - a scorpio is definitely a touchy flirty, but they’re so good at flirting they can control whether their touching seems more friendly or more physical. it’s their presence that intrigues their crush more than their words. like a scorpio doesn’t have to say anything and their crush probably won’t even be bored. 

features - a scorpio is sexy, fierce, and mysteriously beautiful. they’ve got that perfect smirk, pout, smile, etc. down. 

sagittarius //  a sagittarius could be a little hard to spot. they can be fairly stubborn, though many other signs can be too. they also usually feel like they’re right, and pretend to listen to your side. pretty outgoing, a little weird but in a way that makes you crave it. 

in private - when it comes to humor- sags are underrated. they’re pretty damn funny. they’re also very opinionated. if you mean something to them though, they’ll protect you well and put your before themselves. 

flirting - a sag is neither good nor bad at flirting. sometimes they try, sometimes they don’t. they believe that if it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen. with this in mind, they probably don’t flirt too much with strangers. 

features - bold features all around. irresistible smile and eyes. strong nose. 

capricorn // a capricorn always gets their work done- even if some of them procrastinate until the last minute. they’re only talkative around the people they’re comfortable with. is into more old-fashioned things. very nice, but stubborn and opinionated. 

in private - sarcastic, witty, and enjoyable. they’re the kinds of people you take for granted but once they’re gone (they don’t like giving more than second chances), you’ll realize how much you miss and need them. good at giving direction, but not at giving advice. very realistic and often pessimistic. good friends. loyal friends.

flirting - they don’t even flirt. they probably flirt with their eyes and admire from afar. depending on their crush (the kind of person they are) the aura they have may be really intriguing and attractive, or they may not even be noticed. 

features - gorgeous hair. they’re so pretty but so underrated.

aquarius // idealistic. talks about the future and ignores the past. probably one of the smartest people you’ll talk to- not just academically but socially as well. may be a little weird but people love it. people just know them, they’re well known. they also know that they’re funny, but they don’t like taking the role of class clown. know that when receiving a compliment from them, it’s genuine and will make your day. 

in private - an aquarius in private is someone you almost feel like you need to know personally. if they let you in, consider yourself lucky- but don’t think you’ve broken down their walls. they’ve got secrets. they’re so interesting that you never get bored, even if you’re talking about yourself, the way they look at you is heart-warming. can be both dreamy and realistic.

flirting - an aquarius may or may not be a good flirter. they tend to get better with practice. however, other people may not notice them flirting. they treat their crush like a friend and signals may be a bit messed up. 

features - aquarians may have wonderful features that you miss if you don’t pay attention close enough. sweet smile and knowing eyes.

pisces // a pisces is that daydreamer. the one who speaks with “if” instead of “when”. very calm and sweet. a good person to befriend if you want someone loyal and adorable. 

in private - a pisces in private is pretty much the same as when they’re in public. they love to listen to you and offer emotional support rather than giving advice. they tend to be pretty gullible. very loving and easy to love back.

flirting - a pisces is a touchy flirter, but an awkward touchy flirter. they’ll go to touch your shoulder but quickly retract as soon as their fingertips brush. it may be obvious when they’re flirting. they tend to ramble and maybe even stutter. 

features - a pisces is just a big ol’ ball of cuteness. no specifics. just awesome. 

Havana music video : finding the gay 🌈

Alright! Let’s get this show started! I’d like to begin by saying that this music video had me watching it with a smile from ear to ear, from beginning to end - first because, hello, my wife is on the screen, and second because finally we get a music video with a concept, a story, and it feels so fucking good!!

Apart from being well thought, well acted, sassy, and funny, this music video is also very gay. Obviously since our baby gaymila isn’t out and still needs to cultivate her straight image, the gay is very subtly put in the video and you need to put your detective googles on ( material sponsored by Camren™) to see it.

Disclaimer : this post is full of extremely delusional theories

p.s : sorry in advance for clotting your dashboard, this is gonna be one ass long post.

So let’s dive in with the very first scene, which to me is simply the most revealing one, and the gayest - also it speaks to my Camren delusional soul like no other event has in the past few months.

The scene is set in a telenovela where Camila is playing a role, the young beautiful latina who, scandal!, gets cheated on by her boyfriend with her best friend and the maid (I need a fanfic about those two ladies, I ship it.), we discover that it’s not actually her boyfriend but his twin when the boyfriend in question appears, he was in the closet, yes, those exact words. And even more than that, he’s coming out, for her.

Now, obviously this whole scene is a big parody of telenovelas, even though she barely exaggerated 😅 , and the idea that her boyfriend in another turn of event or the continuation of the story would be gay, could totally be part of the insinuation that telenovelas plots are very often completely absurd, but I personally found a much deeper meaning to that scene…

As you may know, telenovelas are supposed to show the pure essence of romance, the most cliché love declarations and basically what everyone would want to see happen but never does because we live in the real world. With that is mind, would the most romantic thing for Camila be to come out of the closet for her?? 

Well that rang a fucking gigantic bell in my Camren heart. 
I know I might be reaching but for her to choose that particular setting and those particular words is no coincidence. Is that a true story? 🌚

(also I can’t help thinking about little gaymila watching telenovelas and thinking about her love story with Lauren, but that just me 🌚✌️)

Just for that single scene, Havana is going in my Camren files.

Alright, next is one of the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life… little Camila watching tv, looking like the gorgeous baby lesbian that she is… 

SHE LOOKS SO GAY I CANNOT. SHE’S WEARING GLASSES I CANNOT.

hum-hum, moving on.

Next stop: Abuelita!

This character is obviously intended to bring a comical aspect to the music video, and it works like a charm. 

But if you put Abuelita through the gay filter, you get a transgender grandmother (that’s fucking brilliant) and a nice reference to the familiar word “beard”  - I’ve worked up an entire delusional theory in my head about the grandmother representing the beard, and that Camila is hiding behind her, staying at home (aka the closet), playing it safe with grandma, just like Camila would in real life with her straight “relationships” - anywhoo, it’s fucking crazy and my delusional mind has rarely reached that far, so I’ll spare you the details 😅

Anyways, 10/10 for Abuelita! 👏👏👏

Let’s take a little 10 mins break (or 30) to look at this smol bean…

I WANNA FUCKING SQUISH HER!!

MY PRINCESS!!!! #triggered #mypinkprincess 
MY PEACHMUFFIN!!! 😭😭😭

*pulling myself together*

Also :

Wrong, wrong, WRONG Abuelita!! That is obviously not Karla! That’s Camila with a touch of CamEEla.

Anywhoo! Let’s keep going! 
Next we have a single line that stroke a deep chord in me…

Look, I’ve been called strange and antisocial, turns out it’s a few possible side effects of being a closeted gay 🙃 

If I let my delusional mind analyze this a little bit deeper, my thoughts go to the cuban/mexican culture and the fact that usually homosexuality is a big taboo, especially in older generations (I get all my infos from Carmen De La Pica Morales and Santana Lopez), and that certain behaviors, like not being interested in boys or living in a fantasy world, can be seen as “strange” - or that maybe here Abuelita does know that Camila is “different” aka strange aka gay as fuck (but since it’s taboo she doesn’t say the words) and that she loves her anyways.

(at this point you must have understood that my mind is in constant fanfic writing session 😅 )

Before diving into the big Havana feature film, let’s take another 50 mins to just look at her…

LORD HELP ME.

So, back in Cuba. Karla is just being one of the boys, as usual. Letting her butch side run free for a few precious moments…

I WANNA FIGHT HER!

Then she’s dancing with a dude next to a lesbian couple on a date, like “bitch, let me entertain my people!”

Tbh I think this is the least realistic part of the music video, YOU DO NOT LOOK AWAY FROM KARLA CAMILA CABELLO DANCING! WHAT KIND OF LESBIANS ARE YOU?

Alright, the one on the right looks shook, BUT YOU ON THE LEFT GET OUT!

Then Karla plays cupid…

CCGMA, Camila Cabello Gay Matchmaking Agency™, how may I help you?

Then she’s straight dancing some more…

Then she meets Michael Jackson…

Then she slaps a dude (very satisfying)

Then just as the straight kiss is supposed to happen it cuts to princess peachmuffin Gaymila eating popcorn 😂😂😂 #savedbythegay

Then Karla dumps the dude…

In all seriousness if you take that very small dialogue “You love me.” “I do love you, but I love me more.” and put it in a Camren or 5H context… it hurts like a bitch.

Little 90 mins break to just look at her :

(also from now on those are my gifs for any drama ever happening in this fandom 😂 )

Then Karla basically tells Camila to fuck off and get out of the closet…

Now let’s take a break to watch Camila’s booty, let’s meet in the afterlife! See you there!

ALL HAIL TO THE BOOTY 🙌  🙌  🙌  🙌 🙌

Look at that smol gay peachmuffin bean :

You can put two people between them 😂😂😂

So basically, this music video is everything I hoped it would be, I mean, not everything, because Camila isn’t kissing, marrying and having cuban babies with Lauren in it, but still it’s pretty damn good! It has a great concept, it’s funny, it’s sassy, and most of all it’s refreshing to finally see some good production! 

I also think she did a great job at keeping up the straight image while not explicitly doing anything straight and creating a gay matchmaking agency - she could’ve easily included a kiss with that boy, but she didn’t. You can tell she’s still being cautious and only hints at gay males, and not lesbians, but who knows what the next step will be… And I do truly believe in some of the theories I put in this post, especially the very first one 🌚

So I will end this endless post with this gif of Camila putting her glasses back up because SHE FUCKS ME UP.

🌈HAVE A WONDERFUL GAY DAY!🌈 😘😘😘

Klance Fic Recs, AU Settings I

Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others. 

SPORTS

Olympians
house on fire by ilgaksu
When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he’s nineteen, he meets Keith.

Correlation does not mean cause, until it totally does.

your love is bright as ever by aknightley (gymnast!Keith, swimmer!Lance)
A brief interlude in the future of the Olympic AU, Christmas with Keith and Lance and their cats.

“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire
One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate.
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Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Swimmers
Ocean Eyes by spacezuko
Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.

With legs like these by Queerswimming
In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.

Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

Football
Mistakes were made by Lynn1998
Lance can’t stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?
Part 1 of skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain series

Ice Skating/Hockey
On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.

This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.

Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor
Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’

“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“Should I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”

Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU)
The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Surfers (mostly surfer!Lance)
Should I Stand Up on Fear (And Tell You How I Feel?) by Lulatic
“So, it’s really a good thing that Lance got distracted before he dragged you out there with him,” Hunk chuckled. “I guess flirting became more important than your guys’ rivalry.’

Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”

Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”

Pride Tide by lemoninagin
He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.

“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.

Save his smile by Queerswimming
Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.

Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.

“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”

He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.

Roller Derby
Like Devo by surveycorpsjean
As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

Streetracing
Purple Lamborghini by warschach
“I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”

He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”

“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”

“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.

“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not.”

ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)

Photographer
Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith)
A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.

Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith)
(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild
Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance)
Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.

He’s beautiful.

Foreign Scenes  by bwyn
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

Artist
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (artist!Keith, ballerina!Lance)

Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.

(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)

And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914 (some artist!Keith)
“No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”

“But, I was faster.”

“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.

“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.

“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. 

In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Visions by becca2793
"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”

Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

Take the Easel Way Out by svensationalist
Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.

(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)

***

Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.

Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra
Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.

Dancers
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (ballerina!Lance) see above ^

i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru
“So like in 'Step Up’?”
Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.”
The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps

.-

Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.

Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.

you raise me up by rhapsodyinpink
“What, you don’t think I look like Patrick Swayze?”

Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”

“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.

“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”

Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”

Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

Musicians
That Would Be Alright by icedsonder
And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”

Musically Insane by myparadisepalace
It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.

PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)

Soldiers/Assassins/Spies
Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ
There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

blink if you want me by xShieru
He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.”
“Dude, he fucking shot me.”
“I know. We saw.”

-

A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.

Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks)
Melt With You by dumpsterdiva
If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.

Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.

You Dropped a Bomb by quartetship
Lance loved his job.

OR: The Klance LUSH au

Tollbooth Operator
Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge
Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Taxi Driver
Finish What You Started by battleshidge
“You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”

Pizza Delivery
You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe
Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.

Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.

Lifeguards
six foot dive (WIP) by shizuoh
“I’m bisexual,” Lance says.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. “Good… for you?”

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”

Keith shoves him into the water.

(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)

Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991
Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.

Nurse
Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith)
Me: Hunk
Me: Buddy
Me: emergency!!!!
HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet?
Me: HUNK
Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen
Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit

BUSINESSES (e.g. Coffeeshop, flower shop, animal shelter)

Office
eyes wide to you with wonder by aknightley
Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”
Part 1 of Office AU

Flower Shop
i’ll gift you the stars by Kyoshu_Koi
Flowers and stars. At least they were giving him things he liked.

Cactus by PinkHitman
When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.

Arcade
got game by warschach
Lance hates his job until the one day he doesn’t.

Bakery
you’re so sweet; will you be mine?  by jojotext
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

Coffeeshop
nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)

Youtubers
you had me at merlot by DJAlien
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse
Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together.
Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series

Gamers
Next Level (WIP) by battleshidge
“Dammit, Blue, don’t die on us yet! We only just started!”

Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.

Well, shit.

Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune
In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.

In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.

Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.

Bloggers
a recipe for two by battleshidge
He wondered, briefly, what the look on Lance’s face would be if he actually did say yes.

It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn
At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.

on loving the human

i. they will not appreciate all your gifts, will akin them to a cat bringing dead mice to their feet. this is fine. everything else you give, they will find gorgeous. if you are vain enough, give them something of yours to wear. if you are rash enough, give them something of yours to wear. they will find it beautiful and every Other will know you’ve claimed that one. be sure no one else, such as Not-Cat or even the crows, have done the same yet. a human, no matter their talents, would be worth such a war. you must remember this, if you see them keeping feathers-blacker-than-night in their hair/pockets/pouches. you might be able to fool them from another Fair, but, if the birds have gotten to them, there is no return. best to pick another that can catch your attention. any of them would start pleased with that.

ii. to appear human while first wooing them is best. you will need two ears, two eyes, a nose with (only!) two nostrils, 32 teeth, 206 bones, and about 640 muscles that do not slide or slip or slush. both halves of your (singular) face must react together, but not mechanically, robotically, stiffly, or in any manner similar to plastic or silicon. one side of your mouth must not be higher or lower than the other unless it is a facial expression, of a half-smile or frown. your eyes must not be too close together, or too far apart, your ears must be even, the spacing of your nose-to-eyes-to-ears-to-forehead must all be within a certain ratio. if you must, watch a good artist space faces to see the estimate. but you must not be too perfect, either: your teeth not too straight or too white, your nails not too clean or pristinely cut or without variation, your skin not too blemish-free. you need some faults in order to appear human. you must maintain solid form at all times. still, it’s likely they’ll know, regardless. at least, they’ll probably appreciate the effort. (remember, being seen without protection is even more telling. keep sugar and pewter/tin/aluminum with you at all times; these will look enough like salt and iron. it is also advisable you carry ‘offerings,’ even if you never leave them anywhere. creamer cups are most popular.)

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  • we open with sana reciting this surah, which i see as an effort from sana to try and regain focus on her faith (but you should ask the muslims in the fandom <3)
  • very violent online abuse flashes before her eyes, apparently from when she was in middle school (here’s a detailing of the abuse)
  • once again, sana’s prayer is interrupted (it’s always interrupted either by an external character, or by her own thoughts…at the end of the series we’ll see her pray uninterrupted and it will be gorgeous)
  • we get this beautiful shot of literal and metaphorical self reflection. sana is broken after the latest events and she is now trying to pick herself back up (so, of course, she tries to go back to the beginning: the sana we first saw on the show, before it all started)
  • adding the above piece of art for reasons (like to charge/reblog to cast)
  • we’ve seen sana wear very loose hijabs this season, i remember people commenting on it. here, she tightens the fabric around her neck. i see it as her trying to protect herself. she needs all the extra strength she can get. all the extra fabric between her and the world.
  • she tries to reach out for the only friend (we know of) she could have left: jamilla. but we see they never got closure on the “sharmutta incident” and, when sana scrolls up, she is reminded of how much her and jamilla differ from one another. and she gives up.
  • quick note: i am not too happy too see jamilla painted as this hating muslimah but i’ll wait until the end of the series. her comment “i was just trying to protect you” reminds me a lot of sonja, who i hated really badly when she confronted isak during the hotel scene. but who redeemed herself and explained her behaviour in the end.
  • we see their last messages are from january 2016, so just after season 1 if i’m not mistaken? the tension started then and that’s probably why sana and her were already at war during season 2.
  • anyone knows what game the norwegians are playing at the school? it looks like a dance of some sorts: the way they’re placed and the couple is running in between the two groups…
  • isak is wearing a dandelion. from twitter: løvetannbarn (dandelion child) means person that has survived almost impossible upbringing.
  • this time, the lyrics are so on the nose even the beautiful subbers decided to translate some of them: an even song. to me, reminiscent of all the rumours spread about him paralleling the rumours spread about sana right now.
  • we see the pictures from the teaser: isak’s eye, sara (same jacket), noora…
    we’re missing the brown hair with a hand ruffling them and the carrot munching (but i feel like the carrot bit was more symbolic than anything)
  • sana is back to the beginning (see above) except, this time, it’s reversed: she’s not joining the girl squad and the russbuss. she’s leaving both.
  • liar liar pants on fire
  • and she’s not trying to show, like in her first clip where she sassed vilde and told her being a russ was punished by stoning, that she can and will become a russ. she’s instead using her faith as a reason for why she doesn’t want to be a russ. very flippening, much reversal.
  • sana goes to class and…
  • the book is open on a page about dandelions.
  • which brings me to the symbolism of the dandelion. according to google, dandelion translates to “dent de lion” in french which means “lion’s tooth” (i can vouch for that), summoning the symbolic meaning of lions: courage, pride, family (connection/communication). the dandelion is also a sun symbol (#sanasol).
  • we get this exchange that i LOVE but that, unfortunately, is getting misunderstood: sana and isak are awkward around each other but both really want to talk to each other. sana, after looking at isak’s very obvious blackeye, glances at the dandelion in his hair. isak scoffs and takes it off.
    you can’t take a black eye off. you can’t get rid of that barrier between two people. but you can take a flower off. i feel like the flower, here, is a perfect way for them to (in the sweetest way) break the ice. our attention is briefly redirected from the (devastating) black eye to the (hopeful) flower and, for a moment, everything is OK.

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@fuckingkyloren

Lo is known, I think, primarily for her Kylux/Reader work, so I’ve included one of those, here—but she has great work outside of that, too. Her work gets straight to the fucking (hohoho) point and is just excellent smutty fun.

Whenever I Want: This is a Kylo Ren/Hux/Reader threesome—and it’s one of those that, despite me not being into Hux, like, at all, I find myself still thinking about.  I think that alone is a testament to its hotness—but it also has some good, nasty shit like cum-sharing and snowballing.

Kylo Gets Off: The title is self-explanatory. We all love Kylo Ren jerking off. But getting nearly 1000 words of it is such a blessing. He jerks off to the thought of fucking Hux and Reader at the same time. Usually I don’t like sharing someone’s fantasy spotlight, but I love this.

Punishment: I’ve recc’d this before on, like, two other lists, but I won’t stop reccing it, because I love it so much. This was, I think, one of the first sub!Kylo fics I read and loved. I still think about the line, “It’s so good,” he answered. “So warm and fucking wet…” Like, kill me please.

@kylophiliac

If you’re looking for weird stuff, sad stuff, or bloody stuff, Jinx is your girl. Not only does she have unique takes on certain AUs—her writing is fantastic. Her descriptive language is dark and poetic and beautiful.

A Full Confession: Okay, this seems self-aggrandizing, but hear me out. Almost all of the ideas in this fic, and a ton of the gorgeous/tongue-in-cheek imagery come from her. It’s easily some of her best writing, and you’d be doing yourself a disservice not to check it out for that reason.

Exposed: I really love vampires. I really love Kylo Ren. So why not both? This is the answer to that question. Good imagery, hot sex. Is there any more we can ask for from a Vampire!Kylo fic?

The Angst Files, Chapter 3: All of the chapters in this collection are great, but this one is a favorite. Not only for the idea of Kylo Ren getting hard from his own tears, but the sex is visceral, too. A Sad Boy Sex Hall of Famer, for sure.

@bestwithalisp 

Maybe even more than she loves writing Kylo Ren, Beth loves writing Ben Solo. Her Ben Solo work is fantastic, and I’ve included one of my faves. Her smut is raunchy and her dirty talk is nasty as fuck. She pulls no punches.

Frozen NSFW: Beth will probably kill me for putting this here, but oh well, I’ll face death bravely. Frozen NSFW is a fantastic collection of dubcon/noncon scenes as Reader navigates her life as Kylo Ren’s new sex slave. And Kylo is just… an asshole. A hot, sexy, asshole.

Solidarity: I’ve recc’d this before, too, but, look. I said this was the greatest hits, goddammit. The sequel to another piece she so thoughtfully wrote for me, you’ll find doggy-style dubcon inside. I frequently think about the line, “Fuck this is the perfect little cunt. I think I need this to greet me at the end of every day.” Christ.

A Hasty Landing: Just one of many great Ben Solo pieces, this is one of my faves because of the intimacy and heat captured. I love the way Ben is written—snarky and naughty and fun.

@faestae

It was hard narrowing down the list of Fae’s fantastic works to just three. There’s so much by her that I truly love. She’s incredible at laying down themes in even the shortest one-shots, her characterization is always engaging, and her imagery is unique and evocative.

On the Desk: I’ll be honest. I’ve probably gotten off to this thing like five or six times. Professor AUs are hot, but this is just beyond everything I could want from one. Professor Ren is dirty as hell.

Okay, Fine: No smut in this—but it’s one of my favorites. A twist on the sweetness of a Coffee Shop AU, this fic instead features  an antagonistic relationship between Kylo (in his triplet form) and Reader. Enemies to Lovers, perhaps? Great dialogue, great characterization, great narrative. It’s good-feelsiest fic around.

Don’t Tell Kylo: In this fic, you’re double-teamed by Organa Solo triplets Ben and Matt. This fic is a perfect hallmark of Fae’s style—it’s hot with a consistent thematic foundation and strong emotions.

@satans-codpiece

Because Kat is known most widely for Love is a Four Letter Word, I wanted to take this time to point out a few of their other excellent works. Kat’s narrative style is so immediate and engaging, and their language has the ability to drag tears of out of me, which is, like, unheard of.

All Tied Up: This work is heavy noncon. Reader is kidnapped by the twisted triplets and horrible things happen. You should absolutely not read this if it isn’t your thing, but I could not fail to recommend it because if it is your thing, it’s fucking hot as hell, and you’ll love it.

On Display: Reader is fucked against a window by Kylo Ren, an officer gets off to the show. Exhibitionism/voyeurism are one of my big kinks, and this piece just… hits all the right spots. One of my faves.

Infraction:  In relative terms of the Kylo Ren fandom, this piece is older. But it’s still one of the hottest in my memory. It has one of my favorite lines in fanfiction ever: “Yes, you would. You’d never leave, the only thing you’d ever have to do is get fucked.”  *SWEATS*

@tonictransistor

I’m going to imagine Tora will be shocked I even included her, but she hardly gives herself enough credit. She’s been the only person who’s managed to get me to enjoy Hux outside of a Kylo/Hux/Reader context. Her sense of humor and sass come through brilliantly in her writing.

Valentine’s Day: I have to be honest. I really enjoy these Hux drabbles. As mentioned, Hux isn’t my guy. But the banter and snark here makes me think maybe he could be my guy.

Untitled: Another Hux/Reader drabble, which I won’t title as “this is dumb” because it isn’t. There’s great sexual tension captured between Reader and Hux, and the unexpected cigarette burn is so salacious.

De-Stressing: This piece is Kylo/Reader—and there’s daddy kink. Look, y’all know I don’t typically go for daddy kink, but this one is enjoyable. If it’s your thing, this is right up your alley.

InterdictedKai’s Guide To Writing Trans Men Having Sex

I wrote this up in response to another post but it really should have its own post here on my blog. The topic? Sex scenes involving trans guys, how to write them, and how not to write them.

There’s been a lot of trans male headcanons popping up in fandoms lately. And that’s awesome! As a trans guy myself, I love seeing trans headcanons by both cis and trans people! And there’s been a lot of fics & art involving trans dudes having sex popping up lately. And that’s awesome too! Hell yeah we can get down and do the do! Unfortunately… many of these headcanons, art pieces, & fics don’t portray trans guys, their bodies, and their sex lives accurately. And that’s… not so awesome. There’s some pretty icky stereotypes and commonalities going around. So I’m here to shed a little light on trans men and how we get down.

First, I’d like to start by saying this content is of a mature nature, please exercise reader discretion before deciding to read it and follow your local laws & restrictions regarding such content.

Second, I’d like to note that my ask box is always open to questions if anybody wants to fact-check their trans fic with an actual trans dude. I’m more than willing to help educate.

Now, on to the lesson!

InterdictedKai’s Guide To Writing Trans Men Having Sex:

  • SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Trans guys come in all sexual orientations.
    • If a trans man is having sex with a man, whether that man is cis or trans, that is gay sex. They’re both men. Having gay sex.
    • If a trans man is having sex with a woman, whether that woman is cis or trans, that is straight sex. It’s a man and a woman. That’s straight sex.
    • Trans guys can most often be found fucking: gay men, bi/pan men, straight women, & bi/pan women. In other words: People who are attracted to men.

  • TERMINOLOGY: My number one issue with people who aren’t trans guys (eg: cis, nb, etc) writing about trans guys having sex is the words they use. Topping the chart: CALL IT A DICK, NOT A CLIT. Seriously.
    • Up top: The most standard term for talking about a trans guy’s chest is ‘chest’. A lot of pre-op & no-op trans guys are really not okay with having the lumps on their chest called ‘breasts’. So if you’re writing about trans men getting some action on their torso, you’re better off talking about his chest and nipples than his breasts and nipples. 
    • The pole: It’s a dick. It might be a small dick but almost universally every trans guy I’ve met calls it a dick or cock and either dislikes or is actively squicked by it being called a clit. I’ve had so many conversations with other trans guys where we salt about seeing cis people writing trans guys in fic & calling it a clit. Sure, there are exceptions, trans guys who use the word clit, but there’s also gay men who use the f-slur to describe themselves. That’s a personal use. It’s not the standard. It’s not the common term. It’s not okay if you’re someone who isn’t a trans dude writing about a trans dude having sex. It doesn’t matter if you’re cis, nb, or any other identity, call it a dick. It’s a dick. Call it a dick. It doesn’t matter if they’re pre-T, on T, or if they’ve had some sort of genital surgery. It’s a dick any which way. He is a man. He has a penis.
    • The hole: There is no standard term for what a trans guy is probably gonna call the hole he’s got in front. I know guys using: Cunt, vagina, pussy, front hole, front door, boy hole, bonus hole, and so on. Personally, I like cunt, it’s gritty and abrasive and feels the most ‘masculine’ to me personally. That said, whatever term you use, try to be respectful in using it and understand that not all trans guys want sex to involve that body part.

  • TO REPEAT: DO NOT CALL A TRANS DUDE’S DICK A CLIT.

  • COMING OUT: Coming out as trans is usually scary. Coming out as trans can be dangerous.
    • Trans guys who pass, meaning they are perceived as men by people they meet, will at some point have to come out to romantic and/or sexual partner(s).
    • Usually these conversations will take place well before anything gets hot and heavy but sometimes things get a little carried out of hand and things need to pause so they can talk.
    • The last place most trans guys want to be when disclosing they’re trans is in the bedroom with someone’s hand down their pants as an “oh, by the way”. There have been many of cases of trans guys getting attacked in these situations if their partner freaks out over it. General rule? Don’t write your coming out scene as happening in the bedroom.

  • BODY BOUNDARIES: Trans people in general have a different relationship to their body from cis people by virtue of being trans. So since we’re focused on trans guys, let’s get into that.
    • Not all trans guys have sex the same way. Not all trans guys are okay with using some or all of the body parts they have during sex. We each have different body boundaries.
    • I know guys who won’t get shirtless, guys who won’t take off their binder, and guys who strip shirtless without worry. I know guys who don’t want their chest touched and guys who are really into receiving nipple play.
    • I know guys who love getting blowjobs and guys who don’t want a mouth down there.
    • I know guys who don’t want their cunt touched, guys who are okay with only fingers in there, and guys who are all about taking things in the front door.
    • I know guys who don’t want any penetrative sex, guys who don’t care where you put it, guys who only want it in the front, guys who don’t want anything in their ass, and guys who are fine as long as it’s only going in their ass.
    • I know guys who exclusively top, never bottom, and have gorgeous collections of strap-ons to fuck their partner(s). Yes, that’s right, trans men can top!
    • These are just some examples and there’s no standard. Every trans man will have different body boundaries that they need to discuss with their partner(s).

  • BODY CHANGES: The body changes a lot on testosterone. So let’s get into some of those changes.
    • CHEST: Chest fat does lessen on testosterone, but not usually by much. That said, they do become a lot more limp due to binding over the years. Binding makes breast tissue basically wilt, break down, and go floppy. If a trans guy binds, his chest fat will become more limp over time. Easier to compress flatter, but also deteriorates skin quality for future surgery.
    • BODY HAIR: Holy hairy nipples, batman! Trans guys often get chest hair, just like cis guys. I’ve never once seen a fic talk about a trans guy’s chest hair. Trans guys also get happy trails, facial hair, thicker hair on our legs and arms, etc, and generally develop average male body & facial hair patterns. 
    • DICK: This is one of the most noticeable changes on T, and also the fastest. Most guys begin to notice their dick starting to grow within a few weeks of starting T. Most grow to around 1″-2″ when erect. There are many cases of guys getting as much as 3″ but these should be considered outliers and not average. It’s the trans dude equivalent of a cis dude with a 10″ dick: possible but uncommon. Wait, erect? Yep! It gets erect. You can definitely see when a trans guy has a boner if you’re looking at his dick! You can also notice that it has a foreskin just like an uncut penis! The labia may also become more coarse and similar in texture to a cis guy’s balls.
    • FLUIDS: Not all trans guys get dry downstairs on T. Some do. But I know a lot of guys who’ve gotten a lot more wet since starting T. It happens a lot. It’s a 50/50 shot, really. Bodies are weird. There are some sloppy, messy, slick trans guys and some trans guys who have to use lube daily so they don’t chafe or even use an estrogen cream down there.
    • SMELL: On Testosterone, the smell of a trans guy’s junk changes. You get Man Musk within the first 6 months. Anyone who’s been near a cis guy’s dick knows what I mean by that: that really sharp, earthy dick smell.
    • TASTE: After about 6-8 months on testosterone, a trans guy’s fluids down there stop tasting like going down on a cis girl and they start tasting a hell of a lot more like a cis dude’s precum. It’s a hormone thing. So giving a trans dude who’s been on T for a while a blowjob is gonna smell & taste a lot more like blowing a guy with a really leaky dick than going down on a girl. Cause that’s exactly what’s going on. 
    • ORGASMS: Orgasms also change on testosterone. Guys who could previously get multiple orgasms pre-T often can’t once they start testosterone. But they do usually report them being stronger and more intense

  • HAVING SEX: Trans men definitely don’t have sex like cis women. Because they’re not cis women. They’re men. They’re just men with a slightly different tool set in their tool belt.
    • Like I said under Body Boundaries, we use our bodies to have sex in many varied ways. Blowjobs, handjobs, rimming, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, I could go on for ages.
    • If a trans guy is taking a cis dude’s dick in his cunt, it’s still gay sex, not straight sex, and needs to be treated as such.

  • SAFER SEX & PREGNANCY:
    • Trans guys can get STDs like any other guy and should use condoms accordingly. Trans guys having risky or unprotected sex with cis men may be prescribed PrEP, an HIV-prevention medication designed to lower the risk of contracting HIV. 
    • Speaking of STDs, people can get gonorrhoea & chlamydia in their ass or throat via anal & oral sex. This will not show on a standard pee test. There are special swabs for the ass and throat. Most doctors do not routinely perform these tests. They really should. But, back to the point.
    • Some people think trans men can’t get pregnant. This is a myth. Some men think trans men can’t be on birth control. This is a myth. These myths are dangerous.
    • Trans men who are having sex with cis men can get pregnant unless they’ve had a hysterectomy. The risk of pregnancy is decreased but not eliminated by T.
    • Trans men on T cannot get estrogen-based birth control but they can be on progesterone-only birth control. Most large trans-affirming health clinics will recommend this for trans men who have sex with cis men. Generally, this comes in two forms: a daily pill known as the ‘minipill’ or a 12-week injection known as the ‘depo shot’.

  • MEDICAL PROCEDURES: There are many routes trans guys can take in terms of medically transitioning.
    • For most trans people, the first step is hormone replacement therapy (HRT). For trans guys, this involves Testosterone therapy. Testosterone is usually administered via injection every 1, 2, or 12 weeks, depending on which kind, or via a daily cream/gel. 1 & 2 week shots are self-administered while 12-week shots are done by a professional. Trans guys who come out as kids or young teens may be prescribed hormone blockers to prevent or halt puberty until they can start T when they’re 15-18 (age varies with local laws & doctor’s discretion).
    • Another step for trans guys is usually top surgery. Guys with tiny chests (small B or less) can get periareolar (’peri’) or keyhole surgery. This leaves only a tiny scar around the nipple. Guys with larger chests usually get a double incision (’DI’) surgery which involves larger scars along the bottom of the pecs and nipple grafts or, less commonly, an Inverted-T or T-anchor surgery which involves the same scars under the pecs but an additional vertical scar from there to the nipple while eliminating the need for nipple grafts.
    • Trans guys usually get a total hysterectomy, removing the uterus, ovaries, cervix, and all the bits in between. A trans guy who has his ovaries removed must be on some form of hormone therapy (eg: testosterone) or else risks bone loss & osteoporosis.
    • Some trans guys may opt for genital surgery. These procedures and the reasons why some trans guys might or might not want one surgery or another is a whole complicated topic in itself. But if you’re curious, look into metoidioplasty (’meta/meto’) or phalloplasty (’phallo’). Tread carefully.

So, I’ll wrap this up with my most important point, again: If you are anything other than a trans guy (eg: if you are cis, nb, etc), DO NOT CALL A TRANS DUDE’S DICK A CLIT. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SMUTTY, CALL IT A DICK.

And, as I said, anyone can feel free to message me if they have questions about writing trans guys having sex.

Tl;dr: Just be respectful and know your subject matter.

Let’s talk for a bit, because I’ve known about this for a while and I think now’s a good time to explain how I feel about using music not originally written for OC’s. This might be a lengthy read, because it’s personal. This vid was one of the first to use Tokyovania as Ink Sans’ theme.

I absolutely love when music can be associated with a character. I think it’s magical when a track makes you think of something you love or enjoy, and I love seeing messages or comments that I track I wrote would fit someone’s OC, because it feels special. Originally, this video was meant to be a tribute, with my track as the proposed theme, and I didn’t worry about it. After all, I didn’t write Tokyovania for Ink Sans, I wrote it for personal reasons, and I was sure most would understand that.

After a few months, it started to catch on for some reason that this indeed was written for him. A few other tribute vids were posted, and my name was nowhere to been seen as the artist of the track. On some videos, the name was also changed to Inklovania. The “Tokyo” was just erased, on a song containing the melody of “Tokyo Teddy Bear”, an incredibly special track I adored in 2014-2015. 

Back then I was in high school. It was me against the world, and I had two friends. Things became rough around September in 2015, and I’ll keep the events hidden because they’re not something I need a reminder of. By December I was alone, and I had nowhere to turn but to music. I walled myself off and focused on composing, and being quietly alone all the time eventually led to the idea of Undertronic.

It was around this time that I decided to compose a remix of Tokyo Teddy Bear, as it’s a song I associate with wishing I could be anywhere else when things aren’t great. Seeing as I was also remixing Undertale at the time, I thought I’d combine it with another track, as a particular character was also in the same situation as I was, in terms of emotion.

In short, it was a special little remix to me and it would stay that way until Ink Sans became involved. Like I mentioned, I love when others use my music for OC’s, but I started to realize there was something wrong when I was accused of stealing this theme from Ink Sans, that it solely belonged to him, that I didn’t write it and I was a terrible person.

And the list goes on and was almost constant. To many, I’ve been disregarded as the artist of the track because “It doesn’t matter who wrote it,” and nothing hurts more to a musical artist than having a personal song be taken, even accidentally, from you and it suddenly becomes something else. The meaning behind the song no longer matters, and no matter what I do, this song will always be known as his theme. 

It feels like a inconceivable back-stab knowing that literally millions believe this is his theme. I don’t even want to know how many would believe I stole the track from an OC, as if an actual artist doesn’t exist and the track magically created itself. Months went by, then a year went by, and I was very bitter about this track and the accusations I kept receiving. Finally I decided to write a response, and this response was “Tokyovania Control.”

I wrote in the description that I didn’t like the old Tokyovania. This is only partially true. I loved it for what it represented to me, I hated it for how I was being treated because of it.

If you may have noticed, I included new lyrics for Tokyovania Control. It was a slightly hidden, but direct message to how I felt, and it started at 0:53. Breakdown of the meaning is in the brackets.

How’d I get this feeling?  [How’d it come to this?]
I am running from this beauty,  [I am running from Tokyovania.]
Misunderstood or  [It’s been misunderstood what the track is about.]
Whom it’s made for?  [Who was the track made for? Even I’m not sure now.]
There’s no purpose,  [The song has lost its original meaning.]
Words are worthless.  [Explaining/arguing won’t do anything.]
Well, it’s still charming.  [I still adore the track though. It was special to me.]
I’d say “Sorry.”  [Sorry, it was my mistake to let harsh words harm me.]
“My mistake to let it harm me.”
“Pardon my writing.”  [Pardon my music, I’m sorry I got in your way, I should be thankful that this track is loved right? Indeed I am selfish for believing my name should be next to Tokyovania.]
Though it hurts, it still sounds special taken from me,
“Heh, oh well.”  [Though it hurts, Tokyovania still sounds special taken from me. There’s nothing I can do now, so oh well.]

It was hidden well, and I didn’t expect anyone to catch on. And I was right, no one figured out why these lyrics were added or what they meant.

So no, I still don’t mind when a track I write is used for an OC’s theme. I only mind when I become non-existent as the producer, because “Who cares who wrote it, just enjoy the music.” I also mind when I am repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me, and I’m a horrible person for stealing a theme that belongs to an OC.

It’s one of the reasons I tend to include signature melodies in my music now. I don’t want to be forgotten or disassociated with my work. I don’t want to be told I don’t deserve to be the artist. Is it annoying? To some it is, but it’s a hell of a lot better than going through another Tokyovania situation. Having a track recognized by millions as an OC’s theme scares me much more than having someone simply steal the track, and nothing is worse to a musician than being repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me anymore, it belongs to an OC, and I’m scum for thinking otherwise.

I suppose what I’m trying to say, is be careful when you decide to pick songs to represent OC’s or AU’s. You may think no harm will be done, but it’s impossible to tell if something will take off. I don’t think this has ever been discussed before. I haven’t seen any musicians write about this, or share their thoughts. But I am friends with many of the Undertale remixers, and it’s sad to see that this has also been happening to one of my best friends Kamex with his “Your Best Friend” remix:

His music is gorgeous. He’s so kind & doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. If the remix is titled “Undertale Remix”, that does not mean it is an AU Remix. It is a remix for Undertale. But because this theme was used in an AU theme compilation video, the track apparently belongs to Underfresh. Again, no artist apparently exists and track magically created itself. Even worse, he feels he needs to prove it, so far as to say he has the project files if he needs to show it. To some, he’s not even respected as the producer. If you understand how I feel with Tokyovania, you can imagine how he feels as well.

Even Inktale’s creator recognizes Tokyovania as a theme for Ink, though it’s probably accidental.

Which makes me feel even more guilty, because I hate bringing people down. And knowing this wasn’t written for the AU will probably be a disappointing let-down.

So that’s about it, I thought I might as well share my thoughts, now that it’s almost been a year since this has been going on.

On another note, I’ve been working on something for Dusttale and Outertale. The Dusttale track will probably be the next vid, I dunno.

[Edit: I took a look to see if there were any comments marked as held for review, and the first one I find is-]

[The word choice gets more colorful in there.]

Don’t Freak III

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

Part I | Part II | PART IV | PART V

Requests are OPEN


Mr. Crowley played lowly over the radio as Y/N drove Steve back to his car. She turned it on to fill the void of silence that enveloped the orange ’79 Jetta.

“I, uh, never took you for an Ozzy kinda girl,” Y/N raised an eyebrow, but didn’t take her eyes off the road.

“And what kinda girl do you take me for?” Steve sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

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anonymous asked:

what would bts be like on their wedding day?

Jin

  • would want a super big extravagant wedding
  • invites everyone he knows
  • rents out an entire island for the wedding and honeymoon
  • the venue is a private beach with golden sand and crystal waters
  • of course a beautiful pink theme
  • he’d be having the time of his life interacting with all the guests
  • telling everyone funny stories about adventures he went on with his partner
  • it wouldn’t fully hit him until he’s at the alter and his bride walks out in a sparkling rose colored dress
  • and a lil tiara with personalized crystals
  • and his mouth drops open in awe because this is it he’s marrying the love of his life
  • rushes through the vows because he cant wait any longer
  • you’re finally mine, princess
  • lots of laughing, dancing, and big smiles the entire night
  • and of course champagne popping

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

Yoongi

  • the whole day would be like a fairy tale
  • pisces are hopeless romantics and they dream of their wedding day
  • the entire time he’d be on cloud nine, practically floating
  • would want a traditional venue
  • like a nice cathedral or even a castle
  • a small crowd of friends and family
  • listen, this boy would be so emotional
  • he’d be able to hold it in until his bride appears
  • in a flowy ball gown that’s fit for a princess
  • a sniffle or two would definitely slip through
  • okay more like a lot of sniffles
  • he’d prepare a gorgeous piece of poetry to read during the vows
  • that talks about the blessing his s/o is and how he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with them
  • and now the entire venue is in tears
  • a joyous, emotional day

Hoseok

  • aquariuses are always innovative
  • so he’d find a really creative venue
  • like a skyscraper or an amusement park
  • would entertain his guests with a live band
  • he’d be really hyper and excited and just have too many feels to express
  • can’t stand still
  • the whole aesthetic of their outfits would be unique and different
  • nothing traditional
  • i don’t think he’d get overemotional during the ceremony
  • just have the biggest smile on his face
  • it’d be a fun event for him
  • the emotion and passion is saved for the honeymoon
  • wink wink
  • hypes his wife up so much
  • is literally that will smith meme
  • choreographs a dance with his bride!!!
  • it’d be really cheesy and cute but also super impressive
  • a day no one would ever forget

Originally posted by syubbed

Namjoon

  • virgos are very meticulous
  • and are perfectionists
  • would plan every single detail
  • probably stresses out over it
  • “joon don’t worry. i know it’s going to be amazing”
  • “i just want everything to be perfect for you jagi”
  • but that day, specifically when he lays eyes on his bride, all his nerves fade away
  • i can see him liking his bride to wear something a little fitted
  • that shows off her curves and a lil skin
  • if u know what i mean
  • a nice traditional setting with a sensual touch
  • pulls out an entire speech he typed out from his pocket during the vows
  • the rest of the boys cheer and holler extra loud during the kiss
  • everything would go as amazing as he wished and he’d be soso happy and satisfied

Jimin

  • invites every person he’s ever encountered
  • because he doesn’t want anyone to feel left out
  • probably has planned it with his partner for years
  • chooses a gorgeous venue
  • like a huge breathtaking white castle
  • which would be very fitting because he’d look like an actual prince
  • before the ceremony, he’d be rushing around trying to great as many people as possible and thank them for coming
  • libras always want to make everyone happy
  • would need someone to make him slow down and remind him it’s his day
  • absolutely lost for words when he sees his bride
  • wow. jagi you look….wow.
  • thought he’d be able to keep his cool during the vows but is so flustered and blushy
  • kisses her way longer than necessary but he can’t help it
  • a picture perfect wedding

Taehyung

  • his family and roots are really important to him
  • so i can see him choosing a pretty venue in his hometown, daegu
  • maybe some place he visited a lot during his childhood
  • so that he can make even more amazing memories there
  • a small traditional ceremony
  • with his family and close friends
  • honestly he could care less where it happens, as long as his bride is there with him
  • tries his hardest to contain his emotions
  • makes a lot of jokes to shake off his nerves
  • can’t help letting out an amazed “wahhh…” when his brides comes out in a white gown that looks like it was made for her
  • can’t take his eyes off her
  • cups her face in his hands when he kisses her
  • the rest of the night would be filled with a lot of laughs
  • playfully puts cake frosting on her nose and she puts some on his cheeks
  • an unforgettable day

Originally posted by lqtaehyungie

Jungkook

  • a big bundle of nerves and emotions
  • being a virgo, he wants everything to be perfect
  • thinks of it kinda like a concert and he wants to “perform” his best
  • practices his vows the entire week before
  • or month
  • his libra venus makes him quite the romantic
  • would want a venue in the middle of a rose garden that’s lit by the night sky and twinkling lights
  • nothing too fancy or large, just his closest friends and family
  • needs several pep talks from the boys
  • constantly fixing his hair or adjusting his tie
  • the ring accidentally slips from his hands because they’re so sweaty
  • which makes everyone chuckle and kinda breaks the ice
  • once he looks into his bride’s eyes his nerves would disappear
  • he’d forget everyone else is in the room, it’d only be you two
  • later in the night, he surprises his wife with a song he secretly prepared
  • one they both listened to together a lot; their song
  • and serenades her right there
  • it’s so beautiful and touching and everything she could ever wish for

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Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.

So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…

“What’s yaoi?”

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crppledgaywitchmagic  asked:

Neil and Andrew adopt a child. Not a baby because that's not who needs to be adopted the most a child who needed a second chance.

I have thought a lot about the idea of Dan and Matt calling Neil in to help them reach a troubled kid on their kid’s high school exy team and Andrew seeing a lot of himself and Neil in the kid and even though he never wanted kids wanting to help this one.

So, I was super excited to see this ask and this is probably going to be long.

  • Matt is a retired exy player and coaches his and Dan’s daughter’s high school exy team
  • And sometimes consults the Fox’s current coach (aka his gorgeous wife) for help
  • But there’s one girl on the team that Matt cannot reach no matter how hard he tries
  • Madison is this scrawny little fourteen year-old playing on a high school team with and against teens much bigger and older
  • And her and Matt and Dan’s daughter are the only girls on the team
  • Madison hardly talks and she’s usually all reserved off the court
  • But, on it, she gets into fights with guys twice her size and seems to angle for a red card every game
  • She can also go from reserved to screaming and swearing very fast and she’s gotten into verbal and physical fights in school hallways
  • She’s failing every single class she’s in because she doesn’t put in any effort
  • Matt keeps trying to talk to her and see how to help her
  • He tries so hard to make sure that she knows she can come to him if she needs help with anything, whether it is exy related or not
  • But it’s kind of like when he told Neil that he would help him with anything and Neil still tried to handle everything himself and insisted he was fine, even when he clearly was not

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Come On Closer [One-Shot // Roman Godfrey x Reader Imagine]

Originally posted by okeaanoos

Warnings: Adult Language, Minor Blood-Play, Tiny Hints of Domination / Submission Play, Sexual Themes / Smut. 

(Also, please ignore any and all spelling or grammar mistakes. I’ll probably spot most of them after I post as I usually do and fix them later.)

Author’s Note: Whoops… My hand slipped. *Shrugs innocently* It slipped and created way more than I had originally planned to create, to be honest. However, I’m hoping you’ll like this just as much as the original version I planned to create; since the premise is still the same regardless of the end result lol.

[This one-shot was inspired by this imagine scenario, which you can view here.]

Musical Inspiration: Come On Closer by: Jem [Side note: I’ve always loved this song for years – and now it has finally came in handy.]

Summary:

I had been his friend for years, and while that never bothered me, I also wished a part of him would see me differently. Nothing he said or did, ever surprised me at this point in our lives. That is, until one night when we had been drinking and he confessed something to me that would cause me to accidentally alter the course of our friendship forever…


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Masterlist - Updated 30/4/17

Originally posted by sebastiansource

- read my masterlist here . Please come and let me know your favourites -

Series

Training With Bucky - A series of connected one shots of what’s like to train with Bucky Barnes based off these headcanons here - Part 1

Ficmas - A series of christmas drabbles - Masterlist

Daddy Drabbles - A series of drabbles which detail the adventures of our favourite characters as fathers - Masterlist

100 Kinks - 100 kinky drabbles to celebrate Bucky’s 100th birthday (smut)

Front Line Love - Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. - Part 1, Part 2 (smut)

Riding in cars with boys - A smutty drabble series featuring all our favourite Sebastian Stan characters in cars, so come along for the ride. - Part 1: Carter

Bucky x Reader- Prompt drabbles

“I’m tired of being your secret”/“Sometimes, there is nothing better than some good old-fashioned, no string attached fucking” (SMUT)

“Will you just tell me the truth?”

“You don’t need to protect me”/“Didn’t realise I needed your permission”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Bucky + knives + dirty talk (SMUT)

Under the table at black tie gala (SMUT")

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Welcome to fatherhood”

“Stop being so cute”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

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Haunting Me: Chapter 1

A/N; Eeeeek! Here it is guys, chapter 1! This story has me so pumped and i’m so happy you guys liked the intro. I hope you guys like this chappie, cuz it’s a bit of a giant relief haha. ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Warnings: Swearing. Slight angst. Mild violence. Hella feels. 





2012

You focused on the pencil in your hand, shading the paper as carefully as possible.

New York was beautiful in the summer time, especially once the sun hit the right spot in the sky. It wasn’t a cloudy day by any chance; in fact, there wasn’t a single cloud in sight. You sat in the metal chair, your legs crossed beneath you as you focused on the sketch in front of you. You reached for the pastry on the plate next to it and took a small bite out of it, chewing slowly.

You enjoyed your time alone, as you always did, especially when you got to sketch the totally gorgeous Calvin Klein model sitting two seats down from you.

Okay, he probably wasn’t a model, but he sure as hell looked like one.  He was built like a brick house and those eyes. Jesus –you could get lost in those ocean blue orbs of his. From what it looked like, he was drawing as well. He could draw and look super-hot while doing it? He was a rare gem. However, as you cocked your head to the side, curiously studying his features, you couldn’t help but notice how sad he looked. It made your chest ache just seeing him brood like that.

“Another brownie ma’am?” the waitress asked with a smile. And by the grace of god, the total hottie looked over at you. You blushed, looking up at the waitress with a timid smile.

“Um. No thank you.” She gave you a quick nod before walking away.

When you looked back over at the mysterious blond, you expected him to give you a small smile and continue throughout his day, but boy were you wrong. You looked back over and to your surprise, he was openly staring at you, his blue eyes widened with an odd mixture of fear and shock. He blinked rapidly, his eyes focusing on your face shamelessly.

Immediately you felt so self-conscious. Was there something on your face? Did you creep him out?  Oh god, did your eyeliner smudge. You had a habit of rubbing your face whilst drawing and you did forget you were wearing makeup sometimes.

After a few minutes of being stared down by the man, you had quite enough. You hastily packed your sketch book into your bag and placed a few dollar bills onto the table before standing. You swore you could feel the burning of eyes on your back as you stealthy maneuvered around the sea of people.

Before you could take another step, you felt a tight grip on your arm stop you.

“What are you doing?” you exclaimed, turning around with a scowl. You reached in your pocket for your pepper spray.

“I-I’m sorry!” The man sputtered, his eyes softened once he peered around at the many people watching the two of you. There was a small crowd surrounding you now and you felt so embarrassed, yet relieved. He wouldn’t dare try anything in public.  

You yanked your arm back, holding it in your wrist. “Why are you following me? Do I know you or something?” your last question caused him to frown. You could practically see the wheels turning in the man’s head as he chose his words carefully. He sighed heavily, before his eyes travelled down to the bag in your hand.  

“I uh…noticed you drawing earlier and I wanted to say how nice your shading technique was. That’s all.”

You blinked, your eyes widening. He did all that for a damn compliment? Who was this guy?

“Thank you,” you replied, which came out more as a question. Soon, the people around you began going about their day once they realized there was no harm being done to you. Leaving the two of you standing in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

“My name is Steve,” he smiled, holding out his hand for you. “Steve Rogers.” You raised your eyebrows. That was a bit of an older fashioned name, but you weren’t complaining. Your mom tried to name you Jane once before your birth.

“I’m Y/N,” you replied, gently taking his hand and shaking it.  

“Y/N Y/L/N.”


As the next couple years went by, you and Steve became two peas in a pod.  

Wherever you went, he went. At first, you found it sort of creepy that your best friend was following you around town all the time, showing up at your apartment in the middle of the night when the Stark tower got too much for him and he needed a place to sleep properly. After a while, you just assumed the man was a bit lonely, which was fine by you considering you were, too.

There were times where you two would just stay up all night watching old movies from his time. His favorite was My Darling Clementine, which you had seen so many times that you now knew the entire film’s script by memory. 

Soon, Steve began accompanying you on your trips to art galleries for school. It was a win/win for you as he always attracted so much attention being the hot shot Captain America he was, also, he eased the storm of anxiety that you struggled with your entire life. Steve was your wing man.  

But there were some times when you felt that maybe Steve wanted to be more than friends. 

You always thought of him as a brother figure, but the way he would look at you whenever he thought you weren’t noticing, it had you a bit confused. It happened when you were watching the old movies. He would look at you from out the corner of his eye, watching your reactions closely. You figured it was because he had a thing for you, which you didn’t return. 

You had a couple boyfriends here and there, but nothing special. And Steve, bless his heart, had completely unapproved of them all. 

But whenever you would sing along to your favorite song, Over the Rainbow by Judy Garland, you would see the look even more. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something about that song probably caused unpleasant memories for him. You wondered why. 

Another time you got The Look, was when you smoked. It was a habit, yeah, one that you’ve had for far too long. Every time you would be out and about with him -which was always- and you lit up a cigarette, he would immediately scold you until you put it out. You loved Stevie, but you were a big girl. You could make your own decisions. 


You were lounging on your couch, watching old reruns of Seinfeld, when a loud banging on your front door causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You looked over at your phone. 

Five O’clock. 

Steve was currently on a mission, or so you thought. Who on earth could it be? 

You sighed, standing up from the couch and made your way towards the front door. You flung the door open, expecting to see Steve standing there with a box of pizza like always, but instead you got something way, way more complicated. 

“W-What is going on?” you asked, eyeing the two other Avengers beside your best friend. 

Steve let out a sigh, giving you a guilty smile. “These are my uh…coworkers.” 

You blinked, staring at him with wide eyes. Coworkers? Really?

“May we come inside?” Natasha asked as she clutched her shoulder tightly. Her face was twisted into a grimace as she tried to cover the obvious gunshot wound in her shoulder. Your eyes widened. 

“Of course!” you jumped, reaching forward and gently placing your hand on her back, and guiding her into your apartment. She let out a groan when you touched her shoulder. 

“I think I’m gonna need a new shoulder.” she said. 


You placed the cotton swab on Natasha’s shoulder, gently dabbing the fresh stitches you had applied. She was lucky to be alive, the bullet barely missed a major artery. A couple more centimeters and she would’ve bled out in seconds. 

“So are you guys gonna tell me what the hell happened?” you asked, turning around in your chair to face Steve, who was seated on your couch, his body bruised and battered from the obvious fight. 

Whoever they ran into managed to put up on hell of a fight. 

“His name is The Winter Soldier,” Natasha chimed from behind you. She avoided your eyes as she spoke “He’s Hydra’s top assassin. He’s killed over a dozen elected officials and other people as well. We ran into him earlier.” 

Steve continued to stare down at the floor, his face in a distant frown. 

“What does that have to do with Steve? What happened?” you asked eagerly. 

“We just found out that this so called Winter Soldier is actually Steve’s best friend, Bucky Barnes.” 

Your eyes widened. You were so confused. Steve never mentioned anyone else in his life except for his mother and father. He always told you he was on the lonely side, but…he had a best friend apparently. An old best friend from over seventy years ago. 

“Who the hell is Bucky?” you chided, furrowing your brows at Steve. How could he have not told you? You and he told each other everything. 

“Bucky Barnes was considered KIA in 1942 when he fell off a locomotive during a mission to capture the evil scientist Arnim Zola.” Sam informed as he reloaded his pistol. 

“And now, he’s alive. And brainwashed, completely wiped of his memories of Steve.” Natasha finished, taking a sip of the glass of orange juice you poured her a few minutes ago. 

You felt your chest ache. 

Why couldn’t Steve feel like he could tell you about Barnes? You guys were so much closer than the average friends. 

You turned back to Steve, only to find him on the couch with his face buried in his hands. His breaths coming out in short huffs. 

You made your way over to the blond, bending down until you were eye level with him. He looked so broken, yet you had no idea what he was going through. You’ve never lost anyone before. You had no idea who this Winter Soldier was, but if it meant reconnecting two old friends, you were more than wiling to help Steve. 

You gently pulled Steve’s hands from his hair and brought them down, revealing his tear stained face. You smiled up at him, hope shining in your eyes. 

“Whoever this Bucky guy is,” you began, looking down at your entwined hands. “He must be a special kind of man for you to go these lengths. We’ll get your friend back, Steve. If it’s the last thing we do.” 

Steve felt his heart shattering even more as you spoke. Nevertheless, he offered you a false smile, hoping to distract you from the internal pain he was facing. To his relief, you bought it. 

He watched as you went back to Natasha and began placing the bandages onto her wound, your face set in a concerned frown. 

‘Oh, Y/N’ he thought to himself. 

‘If you only knew the truth.’ 


- Fin!  ❤️

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Intro

Disney films that are *actually* underrated

Treasure Plant

If you already know me, you could probably guess that this would be on the list considering I never shut up about it.

This film flopped at the box office, but I’m honestly not sure why? It has absolutely gorgeous animation. Like, they could have gone with a palette of grays and blues like most scifi films do, but Treasure Planet actually has a large color palette, especially when it comes to the scenery. It shows off all the beautiful colors of space instead of making everything chrome against a dark backdrop. There are likable characters, including a an anti-hero, disabled pirate, a female Naval Captain that’s a total no-nonsense badass, and a sulky teenager. Arguably one of the darkest films Disney has done in the last twenty years. Disabled main character with only one eye, one arm, and one leg. Literally all of the character designs are gorgeous. The plot is a little boring at times, but it’s fairly easy to get lost in the world that’s been created.

Plus, we get visuals like this!

Brother Bear

Brother Bear was another box office flop but this one also had rather negative reviews. The early 2000′s was not kind to Disney animation. 

Yes, it does have a transformation plot, which I know is kind of iffy depending on the person, but overall it’s a great film. The music is amazing, bless Phil Collins signing onto another Disney project. The characters are great, I don’t think there were any I didn’t like except maybe the moose (because as an adult I don’t find them as funny as I did as a child, but I don’t really dislike them either). The relationship between the brothers was amazingly done. Usually when people want to talk about animated sibling relationships, they mention Lilo and Stitch, which is also great, but I really like how the brothers interact in Brother bear. They’re all closer in age (which is like my sister and me, so I can connect with it more), and I think that worked well when they added in the anger and grief and self-blame in the story.

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

There’s not really much I can say about this one, because truthfully I’ve only seen it a handful of times. Something about it kind of freaked me out as a child (I think it was that giant leviathan creature that attacked their submarine thing????), and I only recently found my old VHS player and haven’t had the time to watch it again.

Atlantis has it all. A beautiful world. Well-rounded, interesting characters. A romance that didn’t feel ridiculously forced. The voice talents of Michael J. Fox, Cree Summer, and Leonard Nimoy. A balances of a more adult plotline, while still retaining a kid friendly atmosphere.

Unfortunately, it does lack some coherency in the plot, and because of it’s fast-paced nature, there isn’t a lot of time for character development. The creators also borrowed a lot of elements from the Ghibli film castle in the Sky, but ultimately it’s still a great film visually speaking.

(PS: it was hard to pick a screencap that shows how visually stunning this film is. So much blue.)

The Black Cauldron

Honestly, The Black Cauldron is one of my favorite Disney films, but I can recognize that it has a lot of problems story wise. As in, they tried to stick the contents of two full length novels into an 80 minute film. Yeah, it didn’t work. The characters are interesting, albeit under-developed, visually it’s very beautiful, and it has just the right amount of creepy to give 5 year old me nightmares as a child (the Horned King was a brilliant concept). The author of the book series the Chronicles of Prydain, which the film is based on, found the film enjoyable on its own, but admitted it didn’t follow the books well. It was also another box office flop, making $21.3 million in revenue, which was less than half of the budget to make the film. This is the film that Disney pretends they didn’t make and is frequently referred to as the “worst Disney film” however we all know that that right belongs to films like Home on the Range, Chicken Little, and Mars Needs Moms.

There is speculation that Disney has plans to make a live action series based on the original books, so fingers crossed!

Robin Hood

It’s underrated, but I can kind of tell why. Everyone already knows the story of Robin Hood, because there’s at least ten different films and TV series about the guy. He’s been on OUaT, and there was a parody movie with Cary Elwes!

The animation is, decent, but not great, but the budged was only 5 million, so??? Meaning that a lot of the characters action were redrawn from previous films such as The Jungle Book and Aristocats. However, this was pretty common in old Disney films because the animators were paid for shit and it’s not plagiarism if you’re ripping off yourself. It is a little sloppy though.

Either way, it’s still a decent film. The songs were fun and had a delightfully folk sound to them, if you’re into that! The characters are pretty cute, the story is straight forward, and there’s not actually anything to really dislike about the film. It’s just a silly comedy that has it’s ups and downs.

Dinosaur

I don’t even know what to say about this film other than it’s gorgeous and no one ever talks about it. Like, this is the first true Disney film that relies entirely on CGI. No Pixar involvement. Just Disney and CGI. This is the most successful film of 2000 and I’ve never heard people talk about it even though it has great characters, an interesting story, and great visuals.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

While I personally don’t believe Hunchback is all that underrated (I usually see it in just about every top 10 or 20 list), it’s still a great film that deserves more praise than it gets.

Hunchback is beautiful, inspiring, dark, has excellent morals, amazing characters amazing music.It’s basically the complete package of everything you could want in a Disney film and it’s enjoyable for all ages.

The only thing I didn’t like about this film was the gargoyles and it’s kind of implied that they’re more like imaginary friends instead of real creatures, so they get a pass.

In My Veins // A Stiles Stilinski AU Part One

Prompt: Life is all about moments of impact and how they change our lives forever. But, what if one day, you could no longer remember any of them? (Part 1 of 2)

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Female On Male), Talking About Sex, Intense Car Accident, Angst, Sad Stiles, and Swearing. 

Word Count: 8,051

Song: Heal by Tom Odell 

A/N: Teen Wolf is and forever will be my favorite show of all time. Actually, no. Scratch that. In Dylan’s own words, Teen Wolf will always be my home. I love it more than anything in the world. It puts the brightest smile on my face and the most beautiful tears in my eyes. I cannot tell you how emotional I am about it ending. There is not a day that goes by where I don’t either watch an episode, watch multiple edits, read fanfic, etc. Teen Wolf is apart of my daily routine and it ending is never gonna change that, but it’s definitely gonna hurt knowing I won’t see Scott and Stiles in new situations or Derek and Stiles bickering about the smallest of things or even Lydia being the smarty badass that she is, ever again. I’m heartbroken about the end but at the same time, I think it is the perfect time to end it. The Teen Wolf world has been apart of my world for many years now and although it’s time to… I’m never saying goodbye. I will never let go of this world and this writing community I’m lucky to be apart of. As the last episode of Teen Wolf approaches, I want y’all to know I will not stop writing about, and forever loving, my favorite characters from a small and chaotic town called Beacon Hills. 

Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at the beautiful Stiles standing in front of her, the young man wearing the sexiest suit this world has ever seen. She tried forcing them away by focusing on her wedding dress that fell just before her knees instead of him, but there was no use. (Y/N) was bound to cry on her wedding day anyway, it was simply inevitable.

The pack surrounded the two, everyone having their own variations of emotion evident on their faces as they gazed enchantedly at the happy couple before them. They couldn’t have been happier. Finally together in a situation that wasn’t full of supernatural threats or people trying to kill them, but was actually full of complete happiness. Scott smiled at them, his little dimples invading his cheeks as he announced they could now say their vows. With her own smile invading her red lips, (Y/N) turned around to grab the paper Lydia was handing her. The redhead was wearing an adorable short green dress that matched her gorgeous eyes, which also had tears in them funny enough.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) nodded at her before turning back to Stiles and taking a deep breath. “Mieczyslaw,” She began and everyone around her chuckled, her soon to be husband included. “I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands. I vow to speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they’re not. I vow to be the light in your life when all you can see in darkness. I vow to live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home. It doesn’t matter what happens in the future, you are forever in my veins and I love you.”

As she spoke, (Y/N) could see Stiles’ eyes gloss over and he did a damn good job holding back his tears, something she herself was unable to pull off. Although, on the inside, Stiles was completely melting. He was finally marrying his best friend and he didn’t know how to properly react to it. Instead, Stiles took (Y/N)’s hand and kissed the back of it, his tender lips lingering on her skin before he turned around and got his own vows from his father.

“Well, you just set the bar really high.” Stiles joked and laughter echoed in the school’s halls. “(Y/N), I vow to fiercely love you and all your forms now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once-in-a-lifetime love and always know, in the deepest part of my soul, that, no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we’ll always find our way back to each other. It doesn’t matter what happens in the future, you are forever in my veins and I love you.”

Stiles stared into her eyes so powerfully that (Y/N) could feel his love for her just through his gaze. With the hand that wasn’t holding her vows, she brought it up to her cheeks and wiped away all of the insane amount of tears rolling down them. It’s a good thing the young bride was wearing waterproof makeup because if she wasn’t, she would look like a really hot mess right now. Not that it would matter, Stiles would still think (Y/N) looked beautiful anyway.

“Do you take each other as spouses, forever?” Scott asked, the gaze between Stiles and (Y/N) never breaking.

“I do.” Stiles nodded, his lips smiling.

“I do.” She cried.

“Then, by the power vested in me by the state of California and the internet, I now pronounce you-” Scott suddenly stopped when the school’s dismissal bell rang loudly in the halls, telling the whole pack that classes were over and high school students were going to start piling out of their classrooms. “Shit, I know pronounce you man and wife. Kiss each other quickly!” Scott panicked as they noticed the doors begin to open.

The entire pack began running towards the big exit as Stiles and (Y/N) hurriedly leaned in to kiss each other rapidly. It didn’t last any longer than three seconds as the adrenaline took over their bodies and they ran as well, but the two wouldn’t have it any other way. They wanted to marry their best friend in the exact same spot they first met each other and even if it meant having Coach Finstock yell at the top of his lungs that they were intruders as he chased them down the halls, it would be worth it.

Their friends were already out in the parking lot when Stiles and (Y/N) reached the exit, Coach right on their tail. Hand in hand, Stiles led them out of the school and she prayed to God that her veil wouldn’t get stuck on anything and yank her back only to get caught by Coach. Thankfully, that didn’t happen and they were able to run towards Stiles’ jeep.

“I love you guys, but come on!” Coach yelled when he realized he wouldn’t catch the former high schoolers and stopped at the doors. “You’ve already graduated, stop coming back to the school!”

(Y/N) giggled with Stiles as they watched everyone else enter their cars and hurry away. Stiles quickly opened the passenger door for her and she jumped in before he shut it to run towards his side. (Y/N) couldn’t contain her laughter and excitement as Stiles entered the baby blue jeep, his hands already fumbling to shove the keys into the ignition and drive away. They only allowed themselves to breathe again when they were on the road and far away from Beacon Hills High School.

The new wife couldn’t help but look down at the wedding ring now prominent on her finger that Stiles had put on her right before they announced their vows. Her heart swelled and she could feel how tight her ribcage had become. (Y/N) looked over at the man she can now officially call her husband and that feeling of needing to cry returned. Stiles was her everything and with this ring on her finger, she could now show the world. Another smile graced her lips as she thought back about the time someone asked her to describe her home and she started talking about Stiles’ hair color, the sound of his velvet voice, the taste of his tender lips, how much he makes her laugh with his sarcasm and how his silky skin feels like on hers — until she realized they had expected to hear a place.

“Am I really that handsome that you can’t stop looking at me?” Stiles sported a cocky smile, occasionally breaking his stare off the road to look at her.

“Yes.” (Y/N) bit her lip.

“I’m more than meets the eye.” He joked. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know?”

“I know, Sarcastic Stilinski.” She nodded, leaning in and placing a daring hand on his thigh. “You also have an amazing body.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back his laughter, but his voice definitely caught in his throat when (Y/N)’s hand moved a little higher. She ignored his lack of self confidence and relished in how damn sexy her husband was instead. She moved her lips to his neck and placed lingering kisses all over his goosebump covered skin. Stiles shivered at the incredible feeling of her skillful mouth sucking beautiful bruises into his neck. Normally, he wouldn’t let her mark him because of how uptight the bosses are over at the FBI but considering they are officially on their honeymoon, Stiles didn’t give a single damn. He wanted his wife to mark him so much, the only color you would be able to see on him is purple.

He pulled up into a red light and stopped the car. As soon as his foot was off the gas, Stiles’ lips were on hers. He kissed her fully and passionately, the proper way they should’ve shared their first kiss as a married couple. His lips completely enveloped hers, her moan vibrating through their mouths. They were so lost in the kiss, they didn’t even remember to check if the traffic light had turned green. They only found out just when Stiles’ tongue slid across her bottom lip and the car behind them honked their horn loudly, interrupting the newly weds’ little moment. Stiles sighed but pulled away to drive. (Y/N), however, didn’t stop her little antics.

Her lips moved to nibble his earlobe as she inched her hand closer to Stiles’ crotch. There was already a semi-hard bulge there just from her teasing alone and she only found out when her fingers grazed across the area. (Y/N) smirked against his earlobe and took it further into her mouth to suck on it before her hand gently massaged his bulge. Stiles couldn’t hold back the groan that erupted from his throat, the sound shooting straight through (Y/N) and directly into her core. To her, there was nothing sexier than the sound of Stiles enjoying the dirty things she did to him.

“Are you liking this, baby?” She asked, her hot breath lingering on his ear and turning Stiles on even further.

“A little too much.” He answered honestly.

“Then you’re gonna love this.” (Y/N) teased as she unbuckled the belt around his waist and pulled down the zipper. Unbuttoning his pants was the last thing that kept her from him before she slipped her hand past the waistband of his boxers and into the area he desired her the most.

(Y/N) held in her groan at the delicious sight of the dark and curly hairs of his happy trail, but Stiles couldn’t hold back his moan as she palmed directly over his cock. She returned to kissing his neck and his breathing became unsteady, (Y/N) pulled down his pants and boxers just enough to expose him to her. This time, she didn’t hide her moan and the sound made Stiles’ cock twitch in her hands. (Y/N) wrapped her hand around his shaft, her thumb caressing his tip, as the car suddenly swerved. She started turning her hand in and out to give him a full erection, not that he needed any help in that department. Especially when a beautiful woman he now has the right to call his wife was currently jerking him off in his jeep. Her pace was slow and Stiles could feel himself get harder with every thrust of her hand. The car swerved even more, actually beginning to enter the lane beside them this time.

“Pay attention to the road.” (Y/N) stated through a smirk, loud horns echoing around them and telling Stiles to turn back to the correct side of the road.

He straightened up and took a breath, driving back to the previous lane. “You are such a tease and this is a terrible idea, kitten.”

“Don’t pretend like you’ve never fantasized about this before.”

“Oh, I definitely have.” Stiles confessed. “I’ve fantasized about pretty much everything with you.”

“Well, now you have the rest of your life with me to bring those fantasies to life.” She smiled before unbuckling her seatbelt and leaning her face down to his lap.

“F-Fuck,” Stiles reacted, realizing what (Y/N) had planned for their little get-away. “Is that such a good idea?”

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked just as she wrapped her warm and wet mouth around his sensitive tip, her hand still moving up and down his shaft.

“Shit.” He grunted, his head hitting back against the headrest. “No. Keep going, kitten.”

(Y/N) smiled through her eyes as she looked up at him lovingly, her tongue swiping the precum leaking from his slit. Stiles’ knuckles turned white at how hard he was gripping onto the steering wheel and it took everything he had in him to keep his eyes on the road and not closed. The new wife hollowed her cheeks around his swollen tip and his moans grew even louder. It didn’t matter if he was expressing his thoughts in a pack meeting or if he was getting head in the comfort of his own jeep, Stiles is and always has been a very vocal person. And (Y/N) fucking loved it. She absolutely adores how loud Stiles can get when she’s giving him pleasure, it’s one of her favorite things about her husband.

Stiles couldn’t hold back when he let out the most sincere and animalistic groan, one of his hands flying to grab her hair. He tried so hard to keep his eyes open as (Y/N) sucked his tip like it was the tastiest damn lollipop she had ever put into her mouth. Which, to be honest, wasn’t exactly far from what she was thinking in her mind. She had given him blowjobs plenty of times in their relationship, yet there was something so inexplicably special about giving oral not to your boyfriend but your husband. Stiles massaged her scalp with his fingers and when she moaned around him, he knew he wasn’t going to be lasting very long.

“Fuck, kitten, that feels so damn good.” He moaned with her, bucking his hips at her vibration. “I think I’m going to blow my load pretty soon.”

She giggled around his member and quickened her hand’s pace moving up and down his thick shaft, the tip of her tongue flicked on the underside of his head continuously. Stiles screamed considering she was currently paying attention to the most sensitive part on his penis, his grip on her hair tightening in reaction.

“God, this is so amazing.” Stiles moaned uncontrollably, telling her in details how good she was making him feel. Another set of proof that Stiles could never keep his thoughts to himself, not even now.

(Y/N) felt him throbbing inside of her mouth and she was growing greedy, wanting him to shoot his hot liquid down her throat. Stiles’ hips jerked the second she removed her hand and took all of him in her mouth, his tip lodging itself in the back of her open throat. His face scrunched up in pure pleasure as he involuntarily thrusted into her mouth. (Y/N) put her hands on top of his to let him know she wanted him to take control, which he gladly did.

Stiles pulled her hair to guide her head as he fucked her mouth like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue constantly slid against the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, his thighs contracting and releasing as they reacted to the intense pleasure on their own. He gripped her hair tightly, but he knew she didn’t mind it, in fact she fucking loved it. One look at her was all the incentive he needed to cum, her eyes boring into his with such fire it could light up an entire house in flames.

His hips stuttered until his entire body froze as his dick released all of the load inside of him. White hot strings of cum spurted out of his tip and found a new home in her wet mouth. (Y/N) gladly hummed around him and swallowed all he had to offer as his eyes faltered for the slightest second and closed shut. They were too busy relishing in their own varied forms of pleasure to notice that Stiles’ foot had unknowingly pressed harder on the gas.

When she was done cleaning up his tip with her warm tongue, (Y/N) pulled away from his cock. A string of saliva mixed with leftover cum the only thing connecting them together before it completely broke. Stiles’ chest rapidly rose and fell as he breathed heavily, (Y/N) wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She pulled his boxers and pants back up into place. She buttoned and zipped it again before buckling his belt back.

Just as she looked up to expect seeing the hazy pleasure on his face, she found him with his eyes closed instead. (Y/N) didn’t even have time to shout for him to open his eyes again nor see what was coming in front of them before the jeep suddenly crashed into the car that had stopped for a red light in front of them. The collision was harder than anything they’ve ever seen, Stiles’ eyes finally opening. There was fear and horror evident in them as he was forced to watch the next actions take place right there in front of him.

With the jeep crashing into another car, inertia harshly jerked their bodies forward. Thankfully, Stiles was wearing his seatbelt which secured him and allowed him to only hit his head brutally on the dashboard. However, I couldn’t say the same for (Y/N). Her lack of a seatbelt a few moments before seemed like a good idea, but right now it’s what ultimately will change her life from this day on.

(Y/N)’s body flew forward and right through the windshield. The eerie sound of glass shattering and distant cackles of her bones breaking filled the air. She was knocked out as soon as she crashed through the windshield, the impact slowing her body’s speed enough to let it fall limp on the jeep’s hood and not out into the street. Stiles’ lost all feeling and his brain immediately shut down at the sight of his broken and now bloodied wife out on the hood. Just as he opened his mouth to call her name, the airbag released from its confines and smashed into his wounded head — the blow strong enough to knock him out as well.

What happened next was a blur of ambulances and police cruisers rushing to the scene, flashing lights and loud sirens unnoticed by the unconscious couple. Sheriff Stilinski had immediately been notified about the sudden accident and he was there in a matter of minutes. Only to have his heart break as he was forced to watch paramedics pull (Y/N)’s completely wounded body onto a cot and begin to check for any signs of life. He was sure he was gonna have a panic attack any second now, but the only thing that kept him sane was knowing that Stiles was already being rolled into an ambulance and rushed to the hospital to take care of his concussion.

“Wait a second!” A paramedic shouted and Noah immediately approached him, noticing he had two fingers placed on her neck. “I feel a pulse! Get her to the hospital! Stat!”

The paramedics hurried her to an ambulance as well and the Sheriff jumped in with her as they desperately drove to the hospital. He took this time to call Scott and Lydia first, his son’s and his wife’s greatest best friends. Malia and Derek were called next. Everyone getting hit with the devastating news and dropping everything to meet each other at the hospital.

(Y/N) was rushed into surgery for the broken bones that could possibly start piercing vital organs soon and Stiles rushed into intensive care. They did all kinds of x-rays on him and realized that Stiles was going to be just fine. (Y/N), on the other hand, wasn’t. He was released just a few hours after he woke up from the concussion, but she was put into a comatose state.

“Why put her in a coma for so many days?” Stiles asked when he returned to see her the day after he was allowed to leave the hospital.

“Your wife’s CT scan showed intracranial hemorrhaging.” The doctor explained and even though Stiles could never be as smart as Lydia, he definitely knew what that meant. “You don’t have to worry too much about it though, your wife will be okay. We purposely keep patients with traumatic brain injuries in a comatose state in order to calm their systems and allow the brain time to heal itself while the swelling subsides. And then we slowly wean them off of it.”

“And how long will that take?” He questioned, worried.

“About five days.”

The news was horrible for him, but he thought to himself that if (Y/N) could power through almost dying in a car accident and actually be strong enough to live then he can spend five days waiting for her. He visited her every single day in those five days, always bringing her flowers and little cards to keep himself sane. The pack was there with him for all of those days as well. Giving him all of the support and love he needed to get through this hell. He hated seeing her unconscious, knowing that it was his fault she was in this state. Of course it wasn’t his fault, but Stiles had a bad habit of always blaming himself.

“Hey, today’s the day.” Scott softly celebrated once they finally reached the day the doctors would wake her up. “She’s gonna open her eyes and the first person she’ll see is you, a smile will already be gracing her face when she does.”

“I almost lost her, Scott.” Stiles stated, tears welling up in his eyes.

“You’re right. You almost lost her.” Scott replied. “But, she’s alive and she’s gonna be okay. The doctor said no physical traumas are left in her brain. She’s completely healed.”

“What if there’s any collateral damage?”

“Jesus Christ, Stiles stop.” Scott grabbed his shoulders to shake some sense into him. “Now, I want you to go in there and tell the doctors you’re ready. You got this.”

“I got this.” Stiles took a deep breath looking into his brother’s eyes then peering around to the rest of the pack. They were all there. Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia, Malia, Derek, Kira, Liam, Mason, Isaac, Jackson, Ethan, Deaton, and even Peter. Everyone loved (Y/N) more than anything and each and every one of them were worried about her. Not to mention how they were there to support Stiles who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Stiles smiled at them and they all gave him the encouragement he needed to walk into (Y/N)’s hospital room. He sat down on the seat beside her bed he had grown well accustomed to over the past week and he pulled out her wedding ring from his pocket. Stiles slipped it onto her ring finger and leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead. Once he pulled away, Melissa entered the room with a kind smile on her face.

“Are we ready?” She asked and Stiles nodded. With a syringe in her hand, she put its content into (Y/N)’s IV after approaching it. When finished, Melissa threw the empty syringe away and turned to speak to Stiles. “Okay, she’s gonna be a bit groggy so don’t crowd her. Let’s give her the space she needs right now, alright?”

“Alright.” Stiles agreed as he focused on her eyelids subtly moving until they finally opened. Stiles could feel his heart jump into his throat and pound against its walls as her eyes immediately fell on his. “H-Hey. My God, it’s so good to see you.”

“(Y/N)?” Melissa called and her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s okay.” The nurse reassured, noticing how lost the young woman was feeling. “(Y/N), you’re in the hospital right now. You were in a car accident. You hit your head but you’re going to be just fine. We kept you asleep for a little while. How do you feel?”

“My head h-hurts.” She stated through a croaky voice that hadn’t been used in a while and yet, to Stiles, it was the most beautiful sound because he was hearing her speak again and that’s all that mattered.

“That’s perfectly normal.” Melissa answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you something for that.”

(Y/N) winced as she nodded and stopped to return her stare back on Stiles. He expected the smile to appear on her lips just like Scott said it would, but for some reason it didn’t.

“Was anyone else hurt, doctor?” (Y/N) asked looking straight into Stiles’ eyes.

The heart that was pounding in his throat stopped and he could feel it instantly drop down to his stomach.

“Uh, (Y/N). You know who I am, right?” He asked, starting to feel panic creep up onto him.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “You’re my doctor.”

The heartbreak that Stiles was just forced to endure was no less than a fucking hurricane. The devastation he felt was absolute, his entire heart and soul completely torn apart. All of the memories prior to losing his mother crashed down on him harder than ever before. Leading up to her death, Claudia couldn’t tell the difference between reality and nightmare anymore. She couldn’t tell the difference between who were the real people in her life and who were the monsters. Because of that, the lines began to blur and she couldn’t even recognize her own son. The pain Stiles had to go through then returned and it broke him.

“(Y/N),” He called, touching her arm but she instantly flinched away. “I’m your husband.”

Her eyes widened in absolute confusion as she stared at the stranger in front of her. Yes, her mind was cloudy and she couldn’t think straight but (Y/N) definitely did not remember ever getting married. Especially when she was so young. The man that called himself her husband looked at her hand and she followed his gaze, a gasp immediately escaping her lips at the sight of a gold wedding band on her ring finger. She closed her eyes and she racked her brain for any memory — any small glimpse of him — but she simply couldn’t remember. In fact, the last thing she did remember was her life right before she moved to Beacon Hills sophomore year in high school.

“I don’t remember you.” She confessed.

Stiles got up and left before he broke down crying in front of her. The young man rushed to the wall at the end of the hall and rested his head on it, slamming his fist repeatedly on the wall. Stiles cried as if he were the one suffering with the brain trauma, doctors and nurses passing by couldn’t help but feel tears well into their eyes just by the look at the distressed man without even needing to know why he was crying in the first place.

Melissa eventually heard the cries and she immediately recognized them, calling Scott and Derek to follow her towards him. They found him sitting on the floor with his knees up to his chest, his hands gripping his hair in frustration. The sight was enough to get the three crying just as much as him.

Like approaching a wounded deer that would immediately run away when noticed, the three approached Stiles slowly and carefully. Thankfully, he didn’t try to leave. He let them kneel in front of him and he lifted his head to stare at them, uncontrollable tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.

“You’re right, she didn’t have any physical traumas.” Stiles sobbed, his voice croaking. “But, she definitely had psychological ones.”

“What are you talking about?” Scott asked. “Is she scared or something?”

“She lost her memory, Scott.” Stiles answered, his heart breaking even more just at the announcement. “(Y/N) doesn’t remember who I am.”

The shock wasn’t like anything they’d ever experienced before. It wasn’t just about empathizing for Stiles’ pain anymore, now they felt it along with him. The four looked at each other and they shared the dread together, no words were needed to be spoken.

“It’s like the ghost riders all over again.” Stiles commented and Scott’s heart broke remembering the time that he couldn’t. “But, there’s no supernatural cure this time.”

“She doesn’t need a supernatural cure.” Melissa spoke up. “Look, a brain injury isn’t like a broken bone or a laceration. Brains are much less predictable. Sometimes, due to the way the swelling tissue presses against the skull, it can cause some impairment-”

“Some impairment?!” Stiles interrupted her, hysterical. “Melissa, she doesn’t fucking know who I am anymore!”

“Even though she’s awake, the swelling can cause confusion, erratic mood swings or memory loss.” Melissa continued, ignoring his outburst. “Let the swelling subside and she’ll remember you.”

“What if she doesn’t?”

“Stiles, you have to give her the time she needs. The days will pass by and she’ll start seeing little things that’ll immediately trigger her memory. Don’t panic just yet.”

“It’s actually kind of my job to freak out before anything happens.” Stiles commented, wiping away his tears.

“This time it’s not.” Derek stated. “This time you’re the one who needs to lead us all.”

“How am I supposed to lead everyone when I’m on the verge of permanently breaking down? She’s my anchor! I don’t know how to do anything without my anchor!”

“Stiles,” Scott called his attention to him. “Be your own anchor.”

~

Explaining everything to (Y/N) was nothing short of a disaster. To learn that you have lost your memory isn’t exactly something easy to take in. She didn’t understand anything that was going on but she was induced into trusting her nurse whose name she learned was Melissa. The one who called himself Stiles, which to (Y/N) was a very funny name but kept that thought to herself, visited her in the hospital every single day as she was forced to stay another week. (Y/N) didn’t know what to make out of that, but she especially didn’t know what to feel when he started bringing her flowers, bears and pictures of them together. He thought the pictures could possibly trigger her memories, but instead they triggered a sense of panic inside of her.

More people came to visit her as the days went on by and she couldn’t recognize any of them. She was scared of the people who loved her, unable to deal with the intensity of their emotions. Most of the time she felt lost with not a single place feeling like home, not a voice to comfort her mind with their familiarity or a set of warm hands she would allow to hold her own. (Y/N) hated that she was disappointing the people who so clearly cared about her, but she was too overwhelmed by it all.

The day she was released was the most intense. Apparently she had no family living in this town they called Beacon Hills — well no family other than her husband. She wants to please him, to recall something of him but there simply isn’t anything there. It’s so strange to her, that someone could know her so well and she couldn’t even return the favor. However, it was decided that she had to go home with him. (Y/N) was terrified at first, but one look into the man’s warm eyes was all she needed to know he had a good soul.

“You okay?” Stiles asked, looking over to his wife sitting in the passenger side of the jeep finally fixed after two very long weeks in repair. She was gazing around the jeep, taking it all in as he drove. It was the first time since she had woken up from her coma that something actually felt familiar.

“I can’t explain it, but this jeep oddly feels like home.” (Y/N) announced and Stiles’ eyes widened at the news.

It’s not just the jeep. I’m your home too. He thought to himself, a stinging pain invading his heart.

“That’s because you’ve been here so many times, it’s simply become apart of you.” Stiles answered.

“No, it’s more than that.” (Y/N) shook her head. “It’s like it ties me to something else that feels like home.”

“S-Someone.” Stiles said before he could stop himself. “Uh, me to be exact.”

“So, you’re my home?” She asked.

“Well, it’s what you said to me in our wedding vows.”

“Wedding vows.” (Y/N) thought aloud to herself. “Jesus, I never actually thought I’d get married some day.”

“To be honest, neither did I.” Stiles chuckled.

(Y/N) looked at him and despite the terrible situation they were in, Stiles looked calm. “What’s our story?” She asked him.

“What do you mean?” He looked over at her before returning to the road.

“How did we fall in love?”

“Well, we met at school in not exactly the most conventional way and that made us become instant best friends.” Stiles explained. “You thought I was funny and I loved how you always laughed at my jokes, something no one else around me did.”

“You’re funny?” She questioned, smirking at him.

“I’m one hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. Sarcasm is my only defense.”

“Alright, Mr. Sarcastic Stilinski.” She joked and Stiles almost wasn’t able to handle her calling him the nickname she gave him since the moment they met. He smiled uncontrollably, his happiness suddenly spreading to her. “What?” (Y/N) laughed.

“That’s your nickname for me. You created it when we first met.” Stiles announced and (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile even wider.

It wasn’t exactly a memory, but it was a small part of her resurfacing and that made her heart swell with excitement. The car ride was light and happy as they approached a large and very tall building, no other words needed to be exchanged. They didn’t want to ruin the good mood and decided to let the radio fill the silence instead. Once Stiles parked the jeep, the two jumped out and walked into the building. Stiles led her into an elevator and in a matter of seconds, they walked out of it and approached a large door. The young man pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked it before sliding the door open.

She walked inside and her eyes explored it all. The living room and the bedroom were one big room together, no divisions in between the two. And there was a spiral staircase to what (Y/N) assumed lead to a kitchen upstairs. Here was another place she suddenly felt familiar to. It wasn’t as strong as the jeep, it was like a cloudy dream, but she definitely felt like she’d been here before.

“I’ve been here many times as well, haven’t I?” (Y/N) questioned, looking back at the young man currently sliding the door closed.

“Yeah, you have.” Stiles nodded, walking towards her and for the first time, (Y/N) didn’t shy away. “This used to be Derek’s loft, but he gave it to us as a wedding gift.”

“That’s one hell of a wedding gift.” (Y/N) pointed out.

“Well, he’s a very close friend of ours and he doesn’t even use this place.” Stiles shrugged, putting the keys back in his pocket.

“Derek is the one with the scruff and the leather jacket?”

“Yes,” Stiles chuckled. “That’s our sourwolf.”

“Sourwolf?” (Y/N) questioned, cocking her head to the side in confusion. Stiles held back the need to widen his eyes as he realized he just dropped a really huge bomb on her at literally the worst time.

“Y-Yeah,” He stuttered, saying the first thing that popped into his head. “You know how people like to call each other puppies? Well, we like to call him a wolf.”

“Because he’s like a puppy but too strong to be considered just that so you call him a wolf?” (Y/N) tried to make sense of it and Stiles was glad she came to her own conclusions.

“Exactly!” Stiles sighed in relief.

“Hm, well that sourwolf is very handsome.” She commented, beginning to walk away to explore some more, and Stiles’ jaw dropped.

“Hey, I’m your husband here!” He called, his voice echoing in the loft along with her chuckle.

“I know, Stiles. It’s just an observation.” (Y/N) walked up the staircase.

“That’s one hell of an observation there.” Stiles sassed, following her up to the kitchen. He noticed her looking to the fridge and pushed away his jealousy to focus on what she needed. “Are you hungry?”

“A bit.” She confessed.

“Okay,” Stiles nodded, walking to the fridge as he nodded for her to sit at the table. “Sit down, I’ll make us something to eat.”

“Thank you.” (Y/N) answered, taking a seat.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“Right.” (Y/N) nodded. “Because you’re my husband.”

“Correct.”

Stiles quickly got to work, pulling out ingredients left and right to make her the most delicious meal he could ever try to. He wasn’t exactly the cook in the relationship, but he wanted to impress her anyway. (Y/N) watched him as he roamed around the kitchen, putting together their dinner. She smiled to herself, noticing just how lost he looked and she quickly realized that she was the one who probably cooked more often.

“Can I ask you something that’s been really bothering me since I found out your name?” She asked and Stiles stopped to nod at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Why did your father name you Stiles Stilinski? Was he trying to get you bullied in school?”

Stiles immediately burst into laughter and (Y/N) smiled with him before he finally caught his breath to speak. “My name isn’t actually Stiles.”

“Oh my God, you’re an imposter!” (Y/N) stood up, scared. “Who the fuck are you?! Who’s the real Stiles?!”

“No, no,” Stiles approached her, his lips still smiling. “Stiles is just a family nickname. It’s what people call me but my real name is actually Mieczyslaw.”

“Miec- what?” She questioned, unable to pronounce it.

“Mieczyslaw.” He repeated.

Her eyebrows furrowed at him. “I’ll just call you Stiles.”

“Fair enough.” Stiles chuckled as they both returned to their previous posts.

“Stiles, how did I get into a car accident?”

“Actually, we um, we were in the accident together.”

“Why didn’t you get as hurt as I did?” (Y/N) asked and Stiles swallowed nervously.

“You weren’t wearing a seatbelt.” He answered, avoiding any other information. Although it didn’t work because like the (Y/N) he has always known, she kept digging.

“Why wasn’t I wearing a seatbelt?”

“Y-You, um, you took it off to focus on something else.” He gulped. “But, hey, dinner’s ready!”

Stiles grabbed plates from the cupboard and quickly put them on the table, then he went into the drawers to grab forks. (Y/N) noticed his change in demeanour and decided to wait until he was finished setting the table and sitting across from her to ask more. When he did sit down and relax, thinking that she had moved on from the topic he quickly realized she hadn’t.

“What was I so focused on that was more important than keeping my seatbelt on?” She asked and Stiles sighed.

“Look, (Y/N), you don’t want to know right now.” He answered. “Just eat your dinner, okay?”

“I do want to know, Stiles.” She pressed. “Or is that even your real name?”

“It’s not, we’ve been over this.” He laughed.

“What was I doing?”

“Something really explicit. Are you sure you want to know?” Stiles questioned, extremely nervous, and she nodded. “You were, um- You were giving me a blowjob.”

“Hm,” (Y/N) thought aloud. “Interesting.”

Stiles was perplexed, shocked even. He expected her to be horrified and completely grossed out about the idea of giving a stranger head, instead she wasn’t. She seemed almost intrigued by it.

“Was I any good?” She asked.

“What?” Stiles asked, caught off guard by the question.

“Am I good at giving you blowjobs?”

“Y-Yes,” He nodded. “You’re very talented at it.”

“Cool,” She smiled and Stiles didn’t know how it was possible, but he fell even more in love with her.

~

“So, we all went to highschool together?” (Y/N) asked the group of people currently sitting with her on the floor in the middle of the loft.

As soon as they had finished eating dinner and Stiles showed her around, hoping to God she would see something she recognized and remember him but unfortunately didn’t, the pack all came piling into the loft to visit them. They wanted to see the girl they all loved so much healthy and out of the hospital. They sat in a circle on the floor, sharing many stories that involved her to hopefully get her to remember. So far, it wasn’t working.

“Well, I didn’t.” Derek pointed out.

“You were always at the school anyway so shut up, Derek.” Stiles spat and (Y/N) held back her laughter, knowing he was still a bit pissy about her calling Derek handsome.

“Jesus Christ, Stiles.” Jackson complained at the human. “Lighten up a little.”

“No.” He pouted, crossing his arms.

“Why not?” The part kanima part werewolf pressed.

“I don’t need to tell you. The answer’s no and that’s that.” Stiles huffed. “You want to hear it in-”

“I don’t want to hear it in Spanish, Stiles.” Jackson rolled his eyes.

Scott looked at his best friend worriedly. They were both sitting across from (Y/N), but you could tell how much Stiles wanted to sit beside her. Instead, Lydia and Malia took that place. The alpha werewolf could see how hurt Stiles was, still not over the fact that his wife doesn’t know who he is. Not that that’s something easy to overcome, but you’d think Stiles would have hope she would remember him again. The thing is, Scott didn’t spend the entire afternoon trying to get passed the invisible wall between them like he did. Stiles showed her everything from the lacrosse hoodie she loved wearing so much to the aluminum baseball bat he would take everywhere with him, but nothing triggered any of her memories. The frustration was starting to get to him and he couldn’t help but think he would never get his wife back.

“Stiles, it’s been one day.” Scott leaned in and whispered to his brother. “She needs more time.”

“But, it’s not even about time anymore, Scott.” Stiles turned to him, his eyes desperate. “I showed her everything we own, everything I own and they all mean nothing to her. She remembers the jeep without actually remembering it but still we’re not moving forward. There’s nothing physical that ties her to me in her mind.”

Scott didn’t know how to respond, I don’t think anyone would know how to respond to such a tragic thing actually. He gave Stiles a squeeze on the shoulder and, suddenly, he felt the emotion underneath him with just a single touch — pain. Stiles was in pain. With tears prickling his eyes and looking around to make sure (Y/N) was too engaged in her “new” friends to notice the two, Scott placed his hand on Stiles’ arm and took away some of his pain. Stiles’ own eyes welled with tears as he watched the black veins appearing on Scott’s hand, drawing away the pain Stiles didn’t want to have anymore.

“Thank you.” Stiles blinked away his tears and Scott gave him a small smile that was full of so much emotion.

“You’re my brother.” Scott nodded, finishing up and retracting his hand. “I’ll always be here for you.”

The two went back to the conversation the group was having and realized they were talking about how Stiles and (Y/N) live in Derek’s loft now. How the place that used to be completely empty aside from a bed, a couch and a table, actually looked like a home.

“That was (Y/N)’s doing.” Stiles announced. “She decorated the whole place and made it proper to live in.”

“I did?” (Y/N) smiled, looking around the place and thinking to herself that she actually had really good taste.

“You did.” Stiles stared longingly at her.

“You know.” Peter spoke up and grabbed all of their attention. “I used to live here, (Y/N).”

“With Derek?” She furrowed her eyes.

The former alpha nodded. “I’m his uncle.”

“You guys look nothing alike.” She chuckled.

“I know.” Derek intervened. “I’m much better looking.”

She tried to hide it, but Stiles definitely noticed the blush on her cheeks as she smiled. He growled internally at the sight, his jealousy returning stronger than ever.

“So, where do you live now?” (Y/N) asked them both.

“I live in South America actually.” Derek answered. “I’m just visiting for the time being.”

“What about you, Peter?”

“I live in an underground network of-” Peter started his sentence, but (Y/N) immediately drifted off when a scene suddenly played in front of her eyes.

“In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods.” A very relaxed Peter answered, his legs up on the coffee table as he leaned back on the couch.

“Whoa, really?” An unknown voice asked behind me.

“No, you idiot.” Peter rolled his eyes, chuckling. “I have an apartment downtown.”

It was the first of many scenes that began resurfacing in her mind, all of them involving Peter. Everyone in the room noticed something was different with (Y/N) as her eyes darted back and forth and they looked as if they weren’t focused on anything in the room, Peter stopping his sentence. Scott and Stiles exchanged glances, wondering if what they were thinking was happening, was in fact happening.

To answer your question, yes, she was remembering. The little infamous Peter quote was enough to trigger every single thing he’s ever said when around her. All of the memories she had of Peter were returning all at once. The ones from when she first found out he was the Alpha to when he saved her in a fight she didn’t understand why she was apart of. Every other face was blurred except for Peter’s.

“You have an apartment downtown.” She announced, smiling ecstatically. “You’re Peter Hale. You were an Alpha werewolf but were killed by someone that looked like a blur. You started out evil, but you changed. You became a good man. You went to hell and back because you couldn’t decide if you wanted to have me killed or save me. But, now, now you’re good. You’ve redeemed yourself.” (Y/N) felt proud herself for finally having a memory triggered. “I remember you.”

“W-What about me?” Stiles asked, suddenly standing up. “When he told us that he had an apartment downtown, I was there with you.”

“Y-You’re the one that believed he lived in caves?” (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows, remembering what was said but not who said it.

“Yes! You remember me!” Stiles eyes gleamed with hope.

“No, I-I don’t.” (Y/N) shook her head, feeling bad. “You’re not in the memory, not even your voice. It was muffled and I couldn’t recognize it. I only saw Peter, I’m sorry.”

“That makes no sense.” Stiles answered in frustration. “How do you remember a memory I’m in but not remember that I’m in it?”

“You’re just a blur.” She replied, getting overwhelmed with how intense he was suddenly being.

“No, you remember me! Just focus on that day, okay? Who asked where he lived? It was me! I did. Try to remember.”

“I-I can’t.” I scrunched my face, trying.

“Try harder.” He pleaded.

“Stiles, I think you should stop.” Scott warned, noticing how scared she looked.

“She remembers me, I know she does Scott.” Stiles shook his head sternly. “You got this, (Y/N).”

“I don’t.” (Y/N) panicked. “I only remember Peter.”

“Think about that day. You’ll remember me.”

“I don’t remember you!” (Y/N) shouted at the top of her lungs, deciding she had enough.

The air in the room immediately became intense and everyone stopped breathing, their hearts aching at the scene in front of them. Stiles and (Y/N) had been in love practically from the moment they met and to see them forced into this tragic situation was hard on every single one of them. When (Y/N) looked into his eyes and saw the pain behind them, she realized her yelling had hurt him more than her forgetting.

“I-I’m sorry.” She apologized, tears forming in her eyes at her outburst. “I’m sorry, Stiles, I-I didn’t mean to.”

“No, it’s fine.” Stiles cried along with her, he took a step to approach her.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) apologized again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Before he could say anything else, (Y/N) ran up to the kitchen to hide. He knew she going there to cry and if he chased after her right now, it would just overwhelm her even more. With his heart falling into an abyss, Stiles stayed downstairs.

“Are you okay?” Derek asked, being the first to break the awkward silence.

“I will be.” Stiles nodded, wiping away his tears.

“Hey, she fell in love with you once.” The sourwolf shrugged. “She can do it again.”

Stiles’ head lifted and he looked at one of his best friends in hope. He was suddenly optimistic, something no one else in the pack expected to see after what just happened. Stiles, for the first time in a long time, had faith.

“You’re right.” Stiles smiled. “She doesn’t remember the memories we shared together, so I guess we’ll just create new ones.”

The Witchy Lifestyle: Shrines, Altars, and Holy Places

Last week, I posted up an article on Domestic Garden Witch about building shrines near trees in a garden in order to provide a space for magic or worship or meditation. The amount of popularity that this article had gained showed me that, at least to some extent, there is a love or desire for building shrines and altars in many places where shrines aren’t necessarily as common as one would like. Indeed, as I walk through the beautiful city of San Luis Obispo, I see a lot of religious diversity - a gorgeous mosque, the imposingly beautiful Presbyterian church in downtown, the historic Catholic mission at the heart of the city, and a pagan boutique on the very same road where we hold our Farmers’ Market.

Each church has its altar. And I’ve been in pagan stores that have community altars. When it comes to shrines, however, I hardly ever see any around here in public spaces. It’s not to say that I don’t see shrines on occasion. There is a lovely salon near where I live which has a gorgeous shrine right in the front of their store for welcoming business and honoring the gods. But I found myself wondering, “could part of this be due to a bit of confusion over what is a shrine and what isn’t?”

The only concrete answer to that question is “maybe.” But in thinking a bit harder, I realized that it would still be good to discuss shrines in a little more detail. As a community, we as witches and pagans talk a lot about altars and magical spaces (or holy spaces, depending on what vernacular you prefer). As such, it’s not uncommon to see a witch or pagan with at least one space in the home which has candles and some sort of religious iconography, either in a simple and clean setup or in as complex a setup as my coven’s Lughnasadh altar.

So much happiness and peace!

But to get back to the point… What is the difference between an altar and a shrine? And what role would each have to play in a tradition?

Magic and Worship In Communal Space

Altars, as I’ve mentioned, are something we see a lot of in the witchy and pagan communities. From aesthetic posts to tutorials, as well as instructions in some spells for how to properly set up an altar. I have yet to see a “starter’s guide” to witchcraft or paganism that does not have a chapter devoted to building and consecrating an altar.

In short, an altar serves a couple of purposes: providing a place for meditation and worship for a pantheon, and anchoring/grounding magical workings done on and near it. In this way, an altar is essentially the Swiss Army Knife of witchcraft. It is in itself a tool, but also houses multiple other tools, such as wands, athames, candles, stones… you get the picture. By itself, an altar need not be religious, and instead serves a much more practical use in magic as storage and anchoring space.

As an anchor, altars are places where we place ourselves into a magical mindset. A circle may be cast around an altar, with the altar being the focus for where spellwork is being done. Like a magnifying glass focusing sunlight, the altar can help concentrate energy to enhance our magical workings. And, in guided meditations, the altar can also serve as a beacon - helping us find our way back to ourselves if we begin to feel that we’re straying too far in the astral.

As a religious space, the altar becomes dual-purpose. In this situation, it is not only used for magical workings, but also for worship - usually to multiple deities in polytheistic traditions. As such, my home altar can be seen with statues for archetypal god and goddess, as well as dragon imagery and more specific symbols for my deities (such as a raven’s feather for the Morrigan, a rose for Cerridwen, a Brigid’s cross for Brigid, and occasionally an arrowhead for Cernunnos). My coven’s altar setup varies depending on who is with us - at times, it is strictly generic, while more often we incorporate the deities and traditions of all present (thus resulting in symbolism for Celtic, Norse, Greek, and Egyptian gods, as well as offerings and symbolism for Hecate specifically… we even sometimes have Christian imagery if we’ve got a Christian witch with us).

It’s this variety and ability to be so generic, coupled with its practicality which makes altars so appealing to so many people. It’s why we’re more likely to see communal altars in a public space than a shrine, and it’s why much of our worship tends to happen around them. But this isn’t to say that shrine’s can’t have a particular role in a tradition.

A Familiar Space, with a Special Face

When I was younger, I had the opportunity to tour some of the historic California missions. Most California schools have us do this in grade school, but as I was older, I was doing this for personal research. And in some of the buildings, I came across areas that were set aside for a specific saint - not part of the main altar in the chapel. This intrigued me, given my Lutheran background. My protestant upbringing acknowledged the saints, but that was about the extent of it. Later on, when I was learning more about Dia de los Muertos, I was further intrigued by the same practice being extended not just to saints, but to family members who have passed away.

The traditions revolving around these two practices are different - shrines to saints have a much different purpose than those built for ancestors. This is something that I understand. But break the practice down to its absolute basic level and you have the same practice being done - a space is being designated for honoring and/or worshiping a specific individual. This practice isn’t limited to saints or ancestors, either. 

A shrine to Buddha in Oakland, CA.

There are many religions that are polytheistic, in which there are further denominations, cults, or sects devoted to a more specific deity (e.g. the cult of Demeter in ancient Greece, or the sect of Bast in Lower Egypt). Even monotheistic and non-theistic religions have been known to construct shrines in areas as a means of honoring or worshipping spirits, or as a way of creating a space in which meditation can be done closer to home.

What sets a shrine apart from an altar is its purpose. While a shrine may occasionally be rather large and grand - it is often described as being almost like a home in some practices (in Shinto, a shrine is quite literally the home of a kami or other spirit) - a shrine may also be very simple, like flowers on the roadside where an accident had occurred.

Indeed, some shrines are built without religion or spirituality in mind. A couple of great examples of public shrines are the 9/11 memorials and the Vietnam Veterans Memorial. They are non-denominational shrines dedicated to the memories who have lost their lives in combat or in acts of terror. 

Where is the Line or Distinction?

If my description of shrines and altars sounded very similar to one another, this is because both are closely related. Both altars and shrines: are used for meditation or worship or honoring, are spiritual places, and can be very complex or very simple. Some shrines double as temples, and some altars double as churches.

Ultimately, we can use the terms interchangeably in many situations. But what I’ve discovered is that altars are generally practical and used for magic in addition to worship and may or may not be permanent. Meanwhile, I’ve found that shrines are usually permanent, used exclusively for meditation or worship, and usually to only one or two people or deities.

How Can I Use Them?

First, one of the most important things to consider is how you plan to use a space. Is it for ritual or is it for worship? Is it for honoring ancestors or for worshiping gods?

For me, I consider something an altar if I plan on tearing it down regularly for various reasons (my altar which I frequently picture is an altar because I sometimes tear it down for coven work) and if I plan to use it for magical workings. A shrine, on the other hand, is more permanent and may be used for worship more often than magic in my particular brand of paganism. 

If you plan on constructing a shrine, who is it devoted to? I particular god or spirit? An ancestor? Then use materials on it that are appropriate for that individual and tradition. For instance, if I were to construct a shrine to Cernunnos, I may construct it of wood and place plants on and around it. Then, I may incorporate ethically sourced antlers or bones, as well as a candle or two, and possibly an offering bowl. It may also have an image or statue of Cernunnos, depending upon whether it feels right to do so or not.

If I were erecting a shrine for an ancestor, i would consider that ancestor’s beliefs. For instance, if I were to build a shrine for my grandfather, I would have Christian imagery on or around it, as my grandfather was Lutheran. This is out of respect for him and who he is.

In these two instances, I would have shrines for two different purposes - a shrine of worship to Cernunnos, and a shrine honoring the memory of my grandfather.

In Conclusion…

Regardless of the subject of devotion, shrines can add a particular bit of spirituality to any tradition. Throughout history, we have seen both altars and shrines erected just about anywhere humans have lived. We have a natural tendency to assemble images or symbols in one spot in order to more easily pray or honor someone or some spirit.

Perhaps a shrine is right for your practice? Or maybe an altar is best for your work. Work with what helps you most in  your life!

Blessed Be! )O(