and she's the only able to calm him down

anonymous asked:

I saw this on another account but how do you think Shawn would react if his gf was mad that Katy touched his butt, cause I would! (You could write the scenario;))


It’s Not Jealousy 

word count: 1,360

“Just grab it babe, grab my butt” Shawn laughed, shaking his booty at your face.

“Stop Shawn” you said annoyed, pushing him away from you.

“Come on y/n, just give it a rough squeeze. Your hands on my booty is better than Katy’s. Don’t be jealous” he joked, still waving his butt at your face.

“Seriously Shawn, back off” you said, rolling your eyes frustrated at him.

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anonymous asked:

4 adrinette please, chat noir's hair !!

4. We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair 

This makes me think of this art by @ceejles so I took some inspiration inspiration from that. 

Marinette was not sure how she ended up sleeping next to Adrien. She did not expect, when the four of them got two hotel rooms together, that Alya claim one for herself and Nino. She was supportive of Alya’s relationship and spent a lot of time living vicariously through her sex life, but this was too much.

So here she was, in bed with her sleeping crush. Adrien had offered to sleep on the floor if she wasn’t comfortable but she was too practical for that. The bed was made for two people so it was only reasonable that they would share it. She had been planning on sharing it with Alya, after all.

Eventually, her nerves had calmed down enough for her to fall asleep, mainly due to the long day of exploring London with her friends.  But now, she was awake again and had a blond head of hair snuggled up against her, and two arms pulling her close. Apparently, Adrien was a cuddler.

She needed to extract herself or her heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

Slowly, she lifted his arm up from where it was draped over her. Sighing, she scooted away from him.

He mumbled something and pulled her towards him again and she felt like she was going to explode. He was so adorable! She just wanted to snuggle him forever.

But her logical mind overcame that impulse and she extracted herself. Successfully this time. Now that she was a safe distance away, she was able to admire him properly.

He was hugging the pillow to his chest. He really did like cuddling, didn’t he? She smiled, hoping that she would get another chance to cuddle with him.

He looked so sweet lying there, with his bed head and his steady breathing.

His bed head… .

He looked really different with his hair like that. Different, but familiar.

No. That was ridiculous.

But he looked… so familiar. Add a mask and … . No, that was stupid.

Adrien shifted slightly and smiled. That smile… it was so cute. So unguarded. So familiar.

She jumped out of the bed with a yell.

Adrien shot up at the sound of her exclamation, looking around frantically. “Wha’s gon'on?” He slurred sleepily.

“Chat Noir!” She said, pointing at him.

His sleepy eyes widened and he looked panicked and disorientated. “How? How did you know?”

This was going to be an interesting morning, she thought as she screamed incoherently.

Morning After - Simon D

Originally posted by youngkaezy

Word count: 1.7K
Genre: Angst

 Mornings after a wild party were always spent in bed, she’s never being able to get out of it due to the unbearable hangover.

 This time it was slightly different, though. A head-splitting headache, of course, was present, it was the reason she woke up this ‘early’ groaning in a low voice. As she rolled over onto her other side throwing her hand over to the second pillow she touched down on something hairy, yet soft.

 Her eyes snapped open at the raspy voice groaning beside her, her eyes landing on the person lying next to her his upper body naked which automatically made her check on her own body. Looking under the thin blanket which covered both of their bodies, the sight of her naked body sent her brain into overworking.

 She looked around in the room for something to cover her body with, slowly sitting up in her bed she pulled an old t-shirt over her upper body then looked back at the peacefully sleeping man who was just turning around with his eyes still closed. Her heart stopped for a good second, the man in her bed was no other than her good friend from high school, Jung Kiseok.

 She scurried out of her room as fast as she could trying not to make any noise not to wake him up. The best hiding place - seeing as she was hungry and needed her morning coffee - seemed to be the kitchen, where she soon was sipping on her oh-so-needed coffee and preparing scrambled eggs for her and Kiseok, he would be hungry, too, she thought to herself.

 The problem with cooking was that it let her mind wander around without having a chance to stop her racing thoughts taking her back to what had happened the night before. The two strongest feelings in her at that moment were fear and desperation which crashed down every rational thought in her mind. She and Kiseok had been friends ever since high school, their friendship still alive and unbreakable for the sole reason of her never giving in to his sweet-talk, he could always trust in her honesty and her shoulder always had been there for him to lean his head on.

 Were they going to be okay after that night? Will their friendship crash down? How can they go back to being just friends? It was already hard enough for her to keep things friendly between them. She had already fallen for him. Damn, she has always loved him, from the first day she’d seen him back in high school. She had never confessed her feelings being afraid of losing him.

 She knew al too well about his philosophy on relationships, he’d said he only wanted to play around and to have fun and that wasn’t what she wanted, hence, she decided that being simply his friend is still more than what any of the girls he’d slept with had ever gotten.

 Two long arms snaked around her waist interrupting her racing mind, at the same time feather light kisses were pressed along her shoulder sending shivers through her body awakening the butterflies in her stomach. The drunken feeling left her body fast as reality kicked in, her body freezing in the arms in which she’d been held as anxiety numbed her senses. 

 "Come back to bed,“ he groaned on his raspy morning voice, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. His words got her naive heart racing again, wanting to comply with his request but her brain got the upper hand making her pull away from him and pretending to be busy laying the table for the two of them. 

 "Breakfast’s ready,” she informed him, still avoiding eye contact, actually she was avoiding looking at him all in all. He was still shirtless, only wearing a pair of boxers. His sight would have been too much to handle that ‘early’ in the morning not to count that her hangover wasn’t completely gone either. 

 He walked around to the other side of her kitchen table and sat down across from her only to be able to watch her throughout breakfast as she barely ate anything only tossed her food around on the plate in front of her.

 "Tell me!“ His voice was calm but still implementing authority. His bluntness took her off guard, she looked up at him seeing him paying all his attention to his food to make it easier for her to voice what’s been bothering her from the moment he entered her kitchen.

 "About what?” She asked feigning innocence. Pretending everything was alright has always gotten Kiseok’s blood boiling, especially if it was about her. He wanted her to trust him as mush as he trusted her, he wanted her to rely on him as much as he relied on her, he wanted her to find comfort in him. But when she was being stubborn it made hard for him to keep a cool head. He could be his real self around her (and wanted nothing more than for her to do the same), this was one of the few reasons he had fallen in love with her in the first place. 

 "About what makes you so uncomfortable,“ she let go of her fork and pulled her hands under the table intertwining her fingers, eyes fixed on her meal, she felt like a spoiled child under his stare, cause, she was sure, by now he was piercing through her with his eyes - he could be really scary when staring like that.

 "Will things change between us?” He looked at her puzzled. “Will you start avoiding me just like you do with your one-night stands?” Her voice cracked a bit as she tried not to cry. 

 "As for me, everything’s going to be the same,“ he stated and she could practically hear the sound of her heart breaking into pieces. “You’re still my best friend whom I love.” Even though his voice was sincere, she couldn’t help the feeling of betrayal seeping into her mind. ’I knew! I knew so bad!’ her mind screamed at her.

 She wasn’t sure how much longer was she able to held in her tears as she stood up and stormed into her bedroom, her chest was aching and the lump in her throat made it hard for her to breathe as she was sliding down against the wall. Through her sad cries, she could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to her room, and, although panic took over, once again, her mind - paralyzing her senses, she couldn’t make up enough strength to stand up and lock the door. 

 Kiseok burst through the door looking around the room, searching for her, inspecting every inch of the room as lastly, his eyes landed on her crouching figure just a few steps away from where he was standing. With two long steps, he was right beside her and picked her up in his arms, locking his two arms tightly around her fragile body deeply inhaling the naturally sweet scent of her skin. Last night they had ended up having sex for having drunk too much, but even in his drunken state, Kiseok could distinct the unique scent of her skin, it was something he had never experienced with any other woman before. 

 As he was holding her close to himself, he realized that the kind of life he wants to live starts with mornings where wakes up next to her, minus the fact that she was mostly ignoring him and crying, but what’s most important is that he had finally decided to confess his feelings. The feelings that were thoroughly hidden for so many years, and now they’d all be revealed. 

 He laid his head on her shoulder as he quietly whispered in her ear, “Don’t leave…” she thought she must’ve been imagining things. It was impossible for Kiseok to say things like that, especially in such a desperate and longing tone. “Go out with me?” It sounded more like a question, by that moment he was sure that neither sweet-talk nor his charming skills would do. In front of you, he wasn’t the confident Simon Dominic, with you, he was Jung Kiseok, an average guy who sought happiness and a normal private life. 

 At his question, her heart had stopped for a minute not truly sure if she could believe her ears. 

 At the lack of answer, he pulled away from her to look into her eyes earnestly searching for a possible answer while she was just staring at him, eyes wide in shock. 

 "I’m not an alien, don’t look at me like that,“ he chuckled.

 "I… I… uh, um,” words seemed to have stuck in her throat.

 "You can take your time and think it all through,“ he offered. “I know I’m an asshole for how I’ve been behaving the past years but I want to give us a chance,” his eyes were filled with hope as he tried not to trip over his own tongue while talking.  "That is if you want it too, of course,“ he added with a shy smile still trying to keep the eye contact. 

 "Do you like me?” She questioned him cautiously, too afraid of the answer being ‘no’.

 "Uhm!“ he nodded confidently only to have her eyes go wild once again but at the same time a tinge of red appeared on her face, too, and slowly a wide smile replaced her shocked expression.

 He gently took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, slowly leaned in and out of happiness pressed a soft, loving kiss on her lips, then on her nose and lastly, he pressed a long kiss to her forehead after which he pulled her back against his chest and held her as tight as he’d been always wanting.

Author’s note(does anyone read it, though?): Idek what to say…. I just hope to get some kind of feedback, any… 
Anyway, enjoy! ^_^ -J

Fic Idea (long post but I think it's worth it)

OK so I totally get the ideas floating around about “KEITH IS GONNA BE THE BEST LEADER OF VOLTRON” and “Shiro trusts him I trust him, the team and him will bond over his leadership”.

But consider this.

Let’s say Keith got kicked out of the garrison after Shiro disappeared because he A) didn’t trust anyone else to find Shiro and B) wouldn’t listen to the heads and went off on his own.

So Shiro disappears and everyone looks to Keith cause Shiro labeled him unofficial second hand man, and Keith just leaves.

He packs up, gets red, goes so far as to steal equipment from Pidge’s lab to help find Shiro and everything. He heads off to find Shiro because Shiro is basically the only family he has left in this shit hole life(he finally understands why Pidge was going to go off on her own to find her family). His dad left him around 15 after years of being an alcoholic. He never knew his mom and now he didn’t really want to. He just got Shiro back after a year without him, he’s only had him back for maybe two months.

So he ditches one night, frantic and scared and wanting his brother back.

The team finds the note he left in the morning, apologizing and explaining and placing Allura in charge. They can’t find any trace of him on the scanners. Allura and Coran instantly start working on ways to track down the red Lion (she’s not able to lock onto it through quintessence either, red is shutting her out). Pidge is furious, they just lost Shiro and now they lost Keith, even after his speech those weeks ago about the universe is more important than family(even though she wishes him the best luck finding Shiro, for all of them). Hunk feels a bit betrayed but he tries to help calm everyone down and help Allura and Coran.

Lance is the worst off though. You see Lance reads Keith better than most of the others, maybe second only to Shiro. He had guessed this would happen. He had been waiting the night before when Keith had been leaving. He confronted Keith and tried to stop him.

Keith had tried actually reasoning before jumping him, physically knocking him out.

Lance had woken back up in his room with a splitting headache and a personal note apologizing and begging that he try to forgive. Lance had been just as mad as Pidge at first. But then a couple days passed and he felt less angry and more.


He felt bad for Keith, from the few hints the red paladin had dropped and what they knew of his Galran heritage it didn’t sound like he had many people. Lance couldn’t really blame him for dashing off to try and find Shiro. He missed Shiro.

He missed Keith too.

He found himself going to make a witty quip to Keith at breakfast and stuttered to a halt, sending Pidge into one of her silent moods and making Allura sigh. He found himself comforting Hunk when the yellow paladin came to him with worry about the team falling apart. He helped Coran in area’s Shiro and Keith usually would have.

A week went by.

And then another.

It wasn’t untill a particularly vicious battle that they got any hint of him. The three paladin’s left had fought as best they could but the enemy was faster than them. Allura had been creating a plan for retreat when, seemingly out of nowhere, the red Lion shot around the castle and helped them destroy the newest robobeast. Coran had instantly tried to open a channel between Keith and them but Keith blocked the signal and disappeared again.

That became something almost normal within the next month. They would go days with nothing and then they would get in a battle they couldn’t handle themselves and Keith would show up just in time to help and leave again right after.

Until one time when he couldn’t leave. The battle had be tough and red took a hit bad enough she couldn’t get away before Pidge had green grab her. Hunk helped Pidge hall the red Lion into the hangers before all three of them docked and rushed to meet Keith.

They had found Allura and Coran in the red hanger too, waiting near the still closed red Lion. Red didn’t seem happy about being trapped either, she fixed a glare at them and settled down like a very inconvenienced cat.

They waited for hours before a soft hiss, almost a sigh, sounded out as red’s hatch unlocked and the ramp extended.

Lance couldn’t wait, he saw Keith hesitating back in the shadows of reds mouth. He jerked to his feet and bolted to the red paladin. Keith tensed when Lance wrapped him in a hug, telling him what an idiot he was and to never do something like this again because Voltron and the team needed him.

Keith stays tense for a few minutes before it drains out of him, slumping against Lance. All Lance hears is a quiet “I’m sorry, I couldn’t find him, I’m so sorry” before Keith is shaking and sobbing into his shoulder, hugging him back and holding on for dear life.

And Lance is shocked, none of them have ever seen Keith cry let alone the wrecked sobs he’s letting out. But Lance holds onto him, trying to sooth him and running his hand through Keith’s hair and telling him to stop apologizing, that can be done later.

The rest of the team actually stays out, letting them have that moment, letting Lance work whatever magic he seems to have because Keith is slowly calming down. He calms down enough that, after carefully drying his face and trying to pretend that Lance’s shoulder wasn’t damp because of him, he let Lance lead him out of red. The team meets them then, Allura instantly started telling him off, she seemed to be trying to fill in for Shiro in that regard. Coran took Keith’s vitals, tutting over what he found. Hunk seemed a bit worried, glad that Keith was back defenitly, but he kept glancing between Pidge and Keith. Pidge stayed quiet, arms folded, glaring at the ground.

Keith took everything Allura dished out silently.

Lance watched Keith. Keith was in his earth clothes and, for all intents and purposes, he looked like shit. There were bags under his eyes and a general air of exhaustion, it didn’t help that his eyes were still red and puffy. His hair was slightly greasy like he hadn’t washed it in a few days and it was pulled messily into a ponytail. He looked a bit thinner too, it could have been that his shoulders slumped and his head hung but it could have been lack of food to.

Allura seemed to catch some of these too, cutting the lecture short and letting Coran take over. Coran is just starting too push Keith toward the pod chamber when Pidge finally speaks up.

She starts asking Keith questions, the kind she knows he can’t answer and the kind she knows he doesn’t want too. She asks him the same things he had asked her, how could he abandon them. She added barbs like the fact that Shiro wasn’t even actually related to him.

Keith stayed silent, tired and regretful eyes on her.

At least untill she asked him if, after everything he had done, everything he had put the team through, everything he could have messed up for them, she asked him if he had at least gotten them something that would help them find Shiro. Lance’s eyes shot to Pidge as Keith’s eyes fell to the ground. Allura stiffened and Hunk and Coran both got ready to stop a fight. But no one moved. Yes Pidge had been trying to hurt Keith like he hurt them, but in the end they all hoped to get Shiro back.

But Keith watched the ground, face and voice carefully blank as he apologized for everything. He hadn’t been able to find anything, not a single thing, he couldn’t do it on his own, he was out of ideas and tired and quite honestly lost. He apologized until he was out of breath, to each of them personally and to the team as a whole.

And when he fell silent, deflated and looking possible even more exhausted, no one spoke for a while.

Then Lance put his hand on Keith’s back and smiled at him, telling him just how shit he looked and gaining startled looks from everyone. He ignored them as he gently guided Keith away and to the pod chamber, Coran scrambling to go after them when he remembered what he was supposed to be doing.

The medical report hadn’t been good. Keith had worked himself to exhaustion, he admitted grudgingly to having passed out once… or twice, he was a bit malnourished and quite a bit dehydrated, he’d lost at least ten pounds since they’d last seen him. Other than that there were a few scraps and bruises from the latest battle. Corona said the pods couldn’t help with most of it and what he needed was rest and a good meal.

So Lance got Keith to the kitchen, grabbing far more food than he would be able to eat, and then to the red paladin’s room. He got Keith fed and laid down and was about to leave when Keith stopped him. He apologized again, for not finding Shiro and for abandoning the team, for abandoning Lance.

Lance had went back over and sat in the bed, shutting Keith up by putting a hand over his mouth as he leaned over him. He had told him to stop apologizing, that it wasn’t just his responsibility to find Shiro, that it was just good he was back, that he should be more worried about the chewing out he would get from Shiro when he came back, cause he would come back.

He would calm Keith down again.

Slowly things would go back to normal, as normal as they could be without Shiro. Pidge and Keith would make up. Allura and Coran would actually be able to find a clue about Shiro, Hunk and Lance would pretend like they didn’t spend free time arguing about whether Lance had a crush or not.

Keith and Lance would kiss for the first time when Keith practically tackled Lance to tell him that they might know exactly where Shiro was.

Keith and Lance would say I love you for the first time when Lance looked over at Keith, a bit banged up but grinning because Shiro was standing less than five feet away in one of Hunk’s bear hugs.

And when Shiro heard about what Keith did he tried to lecture him, but it didn’t work very well because he was smiling and had an arm wrapped around Allura and he was looking at his baby brother who wouldn’t stop glancing at Lance. He cut the lecture short when Lance wrapped an arm around Keith and Keith just leaned against Lance with the biggest smile Shiro could remember seeing on him.

pillow talk, #3: lower standars

Being in a relationship it’s not only constant and good sex, it’s meaning in the sack and late night conversations of the weird kind. Hyde blinked a couple of times after realizing, with an arched eyebrow, this new level he had reached with his chick today.

“Wait, wait, wait… your feets are cold… Jackie!”

Her giggle filled the room, Hyde rolled his eyes and cuddle her to his chest as she moved her feet from between his legs. They were damn cold, alright.

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Being Klaus' mate would include:

- Klaus not believing it mates, they known as a myth because few little found theirs but a soon as he seen you, he knew they were real

- being distant and cold at first because everyone he cares for dies

- your smell being enough to calm him down

- being very protective over you and hating other males present by you

- loving Hope as if she was your own daughter and being very close

- also growing really close to Hayley and all of his siblings

- klaus loving how your smell lingers all over the house

- falling in love with you so quickly he doesn’t know how to express how it

- trying to tell you how he feels but only fumbling over his words

- not being able to find the words, he kisses you for the first time

- claiming you on the same night you have sex for the first time; him being really gentle and caring for you.

- “Where’s my lovely mate?”

- him being able to feel your emotions or pain because of the mark

- getting married on the beach, and Hope being the flower girl

- watching Hope grow up as you being her stepmother

- living happily ever after together

Angsty Jamilton Headcanon

@spoiledbuni Okay so, I was reading up on this but his daughter Martha wrote that she was often the witness to his violent outbursts of grief. So like after Martha died he had them but like what if Alex was the only one who was able to calm him down from them and after he died in the duel, they got even worse because Thomas blamed himself and like no one could calm him down and he spent hours crying and just begging for this whole thing to be a dream and that he’d wake up and Alex would be there. And ugh… ANgst.

Batman's other Robin (part 3!!)

After a few more intensely personal and difficult questions, Batman had decided he could trust Phantom. Mostly. Now, that didn’t mean he didn’t have more questions, there were definitely more. But it was nearing the 2 hour deadline Bruce had before a CEO meeting. One more he decided, one more question. “How old are you Phantom? I would like to know how long you’ve been dead and how old you were when you died. ” To Batman’s shock, Phantom started blushing an icy blue rather than looking defensive or surprised, like he had expected. “Uh, well I’ve been dead for almost- wow, almost- 3 years. And I was about 14 I think, memories from then are a bit fuzzy.” Phantom meant the initial electrocution in the Portal, but Batman had taken it as when he was living. (Not that Phantom was surprised by this) “You’re 16??”, Robin shouted-his voice cracked- oh the perks of puberty. 

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Believe It Or Not. Part 16.

Summary: the gang devises a plan to finally start putting some puzzle pieces together. However, while Allison and Scott find themselves in some trouble… Stiles and Y/n find themselves in a pickle of their own.

Warnings: no one gets to finish a sentence in this chapter rip

Song: “Verbatim” by Blackbear


(Based off 2x04 “Abomination”)

Scott was really mad, he was barely talking to y/n. Every effort she made to try and talk to him- he ignored. Honestly, it really starting to tear her apart. She wasn’t sleeping, barely eating. Y/n needed her brother, and as much as she felt he was overreacting she hated not having him around her.

She was walking down the stairs, the sound of the door opening and Scott walking through grabbed her attention. Not even making eye contact with the girl, he approached the stairs and started to jog up them.

“Hey Scott-” she attempted again as he just passed right by her, not acknowledging her existence.

“How long?” She called out to him, hearing this caused him to stop just as he reached the top of the stairs. She turned to face him, but he kept his back to her.

“I mean seriously, we agreed that night when you sat with me in the hospital, Scott- no secrets. No secrets means I’m involved, and involvement means I need to be able to protect myself-”

“I didn’t want you involved in any of this!” He yelled, cutting y/n off.

“I said no more secrets. That’s means you get to know what’s happening. Not that you get to be apart of it.” His voice reached a lower volume now as he continued, “y/n, this world that we’ve all been pulled into… it sucks. It sucks, and it’s dangerous. I don’t want you risking your life like that again, okay?”

“You sound just like Stiles.” She scoffed dismissively at him. She turned around to continue walking down the stairs.

“Y/n you need to understand–”

“No, Scott,” she cut him off, whipping around and holding her hand up. She tried to stay calm but now she was filled with so much rage she couldn’t help but yell, “you need to understand- understand that whether or not I risk my life, is not your decision. I’m not going to be the only person who acts like everything is fine and normal when it’s not, especially not when my friends- and you- need me the most.” She paused, needing a second to breathe, “I’m going to keep training with Allison. I’m gonna learn how to fight, and you’re going to have to accept that.”

“I’M TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE!” Scott shouted, desperately trying to reach her as he approached her.

“YOU’RE NOT AN ALPHA SCOTT!” She retaliated. She calmed down immediately after, hating the sound of her own voice as she yelled.

“And you’re certainly not mine.” She whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. Y/n didn’t give him a chance to say anything else as she stormed out of the house, slamming the door.

Scott stood there, afraid that if he moved he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from falling. All he ever wanted, was for her to be safe. Because if he couldn’t protect her he was useless. Her safety was the only reason he lied to her when this all first began. But then again, look how that ended up.

The sound of the door slamming behind her, y/n practically ran off the porch. She headed straight for her car that was parked in the driveway.

She got in, met with the cold touch of the seat on her legs. She just sat there, the keys above the ignition not yet placed in. It was already dark out, the moon reflecting her face onto her windshield. Where would she go? She had nowhere in mind but it felt like she needed to just leave, clear her head.

She was tired of being underestimated, and of everyone acting like she needed to be protected. Maybe she used to be, but that was going to change.

As if on cue, the sound of her phone ringing caught her attention. The caller ID read out Stiles’ name, y/n immediately swiped the green symbol of a phone right to answer.


“Hi,” his voice instantly calmed her down, “can you come pick me up?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m outside the mechanic shop with the police-”

“Stiles are you okay?” She asked panicky, hearing him chuckled in response at her immediate concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. They just have to keep my jeep as evidence because- well it’s a long story. I’ll explain it when you get here.”

She smiled, feeling better that nothing serious had happened, “I’m on my way.” Then she hung up, starting up her car and driving to Stiles.

Y/n pulled into the parking lot of the mechanic shop. She had seen the blinking police lights from a block away, now they were blinding her. As she drove on a little more, her eyes landed on Stiles standing and talking to his dad.

Y/n honked the horn of her car a couple times to signal she was there, laughing as it scared the boy so bad he jumped.

He jogged the rest of the way to her car, opening the door and taking his place in the passenger seat.

“What happened?” She asked, once she saw the expression on his face.

“Well, that thing that attacked you and Allison in Isaac’s house payed me a visit tonight.” He sighed, “It killed the guy working on my car. And this really weird thing happened, it scratched the back of my neck, but when it did I was paralyzed from the neck down.”

Y/n reached across the middle console pulled down the part of his shirt covering his neck, taking a look at the scratch.

“Did it’s claws have some type of poison on them?” She inquired.

“I don’t know, maybe. The only thing I know is that Scott was right. It’s not a werewolf, I mean, it’s eyes were almost like, reptilian. But there was something else about them.”

As he said the last part, his eyes shifted away from her and out the window. The blinking lights illuminating his golden eyes.

“What do you mean?” Y/n pressed for him to continue.

“You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know ‘em but you just can’t figure out who it is?” Stiles’ eyes still hadn’t shifted from the window as he explained himself.

She placed her hand on top of his,
“Are you saying you know who it is?”

“No,” he swallowed audibly, his eyes now meeting hers as he looked into the mm desperately, “but I think it knew me.”

Y/n got to class a little early, taking her seat in her desk and pulling out her textbook. Although, she didn’t know how anyone expected her to focus in class right now.

Her mind was occupied with too much. Another mythical creature? Because apparently the whole werewolf thing wasn’t enough.

She was taken out of her thoughts at the sound of someone slamming into the desk next to her. She looked over to see Stiles panting like crazy, taking a hit from his inhaler before he was finally able to breathe normally.

“What’s wrong with you?” Y/n laughed at the state of the boy. Still not fully recovered, he just rolled his eyes at her.

“Since Allison and Scott have to keep everything they do on the down-low, I’ve been their personal fricken messenger.” He complained, arms flailing all about per usual.

“Ah yes, and what’s the supernatural problem on the agenda for today?”

Taking another deep breath, Stiles told her the whole plan without even pausing, “Apparently, Gerard has some kind of book called a- a bestiary. But Allison can’t get to it without his keys. So she invited him to the lacrosse game tonight.”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, “So… how exactly is that going to work?”

“Well we all know I’ll be spending my night on the bench. Once Allison has the keys, I’ll walk by the bleachers and grab them from her. Then I’ll head into the school and get it from his office.”

Nodding her head along with the story, y/n tried to process the events that lied in front of them for the night.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” She offered.

“You’re plan B.” Stiles stated firmly.

Seeing the confusion in her face, he elaborated, “if something goes wrong, and I get caught, you take my place.”

She laughed, “and Scott agreed to this?” Wondering how they pulled it off since her brother’s attitude toward her want to help.

“Yeah, Allison told me about that…” Stiles squinted his eyes guiltily, “so he doesn’t actually know about your part.”

Y/n smiled widely at the spastic boy in front of her, “perfect.”

She stood on the sidelines. Pom Poms in hand and high-kicking her way through her anxiety.

As y/n went through each cheer routine, she couldn’t help but let her eyes shift to Allison and Gerard, waiting for Stiles to make his move.

On the field, she watched this gigantic kid from the other team practically plow through their own boys.

“Is that thing even a teenager?” She leaned over and asked the girl next to her on her squad, whose name was Caroline.

“Eddie Abramovitz,” the blonde answered, “they call him the ‘Abomination.’”

“Cute.” Y/n sneered.

She shifted her gaze back to bench, but this time when she did Stiles wasn’t sitting there anymore. She looked up quickly enough to see the boy running across the parking lot and into the school.

Every second of the game that passed from then on was just pure anxiety from waiting to see him come back.

Back to the game, since Stiles was gone coach was desperate to find another player as all of his were getting injured. He had picked a random person from the crowd, which y/n didn’t really care about until she saw who stood up. It was Boyd.

She immediately made eye contact with Allison in the stands. Allison held up her phone in her hand while Gerard was distracted with the game, shaking her hand signaling for y/n to check her phone.

Y/n quickly ran to her bag, rummaging through until she found the cellular device, a text from Allison waiting.

‘Stiles has been gone for too long- isn’t answering my messages- time for plan B.’

As y/n got to the end of the message, she gulped. If Stiles wasn’t answering his phone, who knew what she was going to run into in the school.

She grabbed her jacket, slipping it on. She turned her head in all directions to make sure no one was watching her, and then slipped away from the game.

“Stiles?” Y/n called out hesitantly as she walked through the empty- and dark- hallways of the school. Getting no reply, she became more nervous. Hugging her arms around herself for comfort.

“Marco?” She tried again, quieter this time because she wasn’t keen about a homicidal creature tracking her down because of her cynical sense of humor.

She got to the end of the hallways that lead to the pool, y/n needed to cross through the pool to get to Gerard’s office. As she rounded the corner she let out a scream as she ran into someone… who also let out a scream.

“Stiles what the hell!?” She yelled as she realized who it was.

“Me what the hell? What are you doing here?” He retaliated.

“Plan B.” Was all she said, sighing.

“What’s plan B?” A voice said from behind them, causing them to hurriedly turn around. Derek and Erica staring at them.

“Derek.” Stiles unenthusiastically pointed out.

The alpha made fierce eye contact with y/n, making her bones shiver. Stiles stepped in front of her protectively.

“What did you see that night in the Lahey house?” The tall man asked her.

“Uh, several alarming child care violations that I’m seriously considering reporting.” She replied sarcastically, Derek really being the last person she wanted to talk to.

He stepped closer to them, they took a step back.

“Holy god.” Stiles breathed out, Derek’s intimidation having an effect on them. Subconsciously, Stiles hand reached back to grasp y/n’s.

“Let’s try that again.” Derek asked, his voice more laced with anger this time. Letting his eyes grow red.

“Alright,” y/n put her hands up defensively, “All right, the thing was pretty slick looking. Um, skin was dark. Kind of patterned. Uh, I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough? Okay, because I’ve somebody I really need to talk to - Hrr. All right, fine, eyes. Eyes are, um, yellowish. And slitted. Um, has a lot of teeth. Oh. And it’s got a tail, too. Are we good? What? Wait, have you seen it? You have this look on your faces like you know exactly what I am talking about.”

Examining the expressions on their faces, y/n and stiles simultaneously turned around. Up above them, they saw the creature perched on top of a railing. The waves of the pool illuminating the thing’s scaly skin.

“Run!” Derek commanded, each of them taking off across the pool deck.

Before Derek or Erica were quick enough to react, the supernatural animal threw Erica back into the wall and scratched Derek on the neck. He immediately suffered the same effects as Stiles had during his encounter.

“Derek your neck!” Stiles yelled out, catching him before he fell completely.

“Where is it? Can you see it?” Y/n panicked, looking around her in every direction as her heart pound out of her chest.

“I can smell it-” Derek winced, “call Scott!”

She rushed to remove her phone from her jacket pocket, her fingers struggling to find Scott’s contact name.

This is what she hated.

‘come on y/n, pull yourself together’ she could hear her own voice in her head.

She was weak. Her hands gripped her phone harder, stopping all the shaking. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. If they were going to be okay, she needed to get ahold of Scott.

Y/n opened her eyes and returned to her original task. Just this time without shaking hands. Proud of herself, she smiled. Until it instantly fell from her face.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Stiles had been watching her the entire time.

Y/n pushed a fallen strand of her behind her ear, lifting her gaze to meet Stiles’ eyes. He could see how wide they were with fear.

“My phone just died.” What were they going to do?

“Where did it go? Did you see it?” Stiles returned his attention to Derek.

“No…” the alpha groaned obviously still in pain.

“Okay, maybe it took off.” Stiles tried to be optimistic, y/n rolling her eyes in response.

All of the sudden they heard the sound of metal dropping from somewhere.

“Maybe not.” Derek whispered. Causing them both the gulp nervously.

“Oh good! You’re back! Dinner’s almost ready.” Victoria Argent sang as her daughter walked through the door, followed by Gerard.

“How was the game?” Chris asked from behind her, slightly noticing the uncomfortable look on Allison’s face but decided to ignore it.

“Why don’t you ask the star player?” Gerard beamed with a smile, stepping aside to reveal the one and only Scott McCall.

“Hi.” The boy smiled, trying not to pass out noticing the look on Chris’ face.

“What am I supposed to do!” Y/n screamed at Stiles… who was now in the pool due to trying to save Derek from drowning.

“Get me out of here before I drown!” Derek complained.

Stiles, completely beside himself, turned to Derek.

“You’re worried about drowning? Did you notice the thing out there with multiple rows of razor sharp teeth?” The sarcastic boy seethed.

“Did you notice I’m paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of water?” The two bantered.

“Did you notice that the only one of us stuck on land with the thing with razor sharp teeth- IS ME.” Y/n pulled their attention back to her now.

“Okay I don’t see it.” Stiles answered.

Shifting her gaze from the two pathetic boys in the pool, she saw the animal on the other side of the pool. Claws wrapped around the edge, staring right at her. She lost her words for a second when she locked eyes with it. Stiles was right- they looked really familiar.

“That’s because it’s behind you.” Y/n whispered, her eyes not leaving it for one moment.

Stiles re-situated himself and Derek in the water so that they could see it too.

“What’s It waiting for?” Stiles broke the silence.

Y/n watched it intently. She watched as it backed away from the pool, and then just as it would start getting closer the water would send a glare of light into it’s eyes and it would back away again.

“I don’t think it can swim.” She answered Stiles.

“Do you mind if we’re excused,” Allison’s voice broke the tension consuming the dinner table, “there’s actually some notes from English I need to go over with Scott.”

The sound of her father’s fork dropping on his plate making both Allison and Scott jump.

“I’m not sure it’s appropriate.”

“Okay, I’m the one who’s supposed to be old-fashioned here. The two of you. Go!” Gerard nodded towards the two teenagers.

They quickly left their chairs, trying not to move too abruptly as to make Allison’s parents think they were hiding something.

“Come here, come here.” Allison whispered, grabbing Scott’s and leading him up the stairs.

She had pulled him into what looked like an old study, bookcases lined the shelves and there was an old desk with a leather chair pushed right underneath it. He got down on his knees in front of a metal safe, Allison sat down in a chair right next to him.

Allison leaned forward and took the lock in her hands, convinced that she knew that passcode. She rotated a combination of numbers until she was done, trying to pull on the cold metal a sigh left her mouth. The lock didn’t budge.

“All right. There goes that plan.” Frustrated, she threw herself back in her chair.

“Wait. Actually- let me try something.” Allison leaned forward again, letting her elbows rest on her knees. Watching us Scott picked up the lock. Shutting his eyes, he used his senses the way d
Derek had coached him in Isaac’s basement. His fingers started to move the numbers around, except it wasn’t his mind controlling his actions, it was all of his senses.

Once he put the last number in place, Scott pulled on the lock, smiling proudly after hearing the click signaling that he had gotten it open.

He looked at Allison with the widest grin on his face, which she thought was adorable.

“You wanna hit a few banks later?” She whispered, smiling back as they both laughed.

He reached inside and pulled out a book wrapped in leather, Opening it, he read allowed the first writing he saw.

“Salmon, tarte, creme fraiche, what is this?” His face twisted in confusion.

“A recipe,” Allison realized crossing her arms, “a cookbook.”

“Okay. Okay, I don’t think I can do this much longer.” Stiles complained as he continued to tread water to hold Derek up.

“Y/n, I need your help.” Stiles’ panting voice made her look at him as she stood at the edge of the pool. Stiles slowly started to move himself and Derek closer to her, which she didn’t notice too busy being scared.

“My help? What can I do?” y/n whisper-yelled at Stiles.

“I’m not strong enough to continue to hold Derek until his paralysis wears off-”

“Okay then just let him sink and we can make a run for it.” Y/n cut him off.

“Don’t even think about it.” The alpha growled.

“We need him until then okay y/n, look at me,” gulping and not wanting to take her eyes off the animal, she slowly let her eyes meet Stiles’, “he’s the only one who’s going to be able to fight that thing.”

Y/n knew he was right. Looking into his eyes and hearing him say it, made her feel safer somehow. He always made her feel safer, no matter what the situation.

“Okay, what do you need me to do?” She took a deep breath, smiling at him.

“I’m going to need you to switch places with me.”

“What? Are you-” But before she could finish she felt a hand grip her ankle, looking down to see that the hand belonged Stiles.

“Oh no you don”t-” She started to argue before she was cut off again by the cold feeling of her body hitting water.

She reached the surface gasping for air, seeing Stiles now on land and running across the concrete of the pool deck to reach his phone that he’d thrown to the side.

“What the hell are you doing!” She yelled at him, moving her arms from side to side in the water to stay afloat.

“My phones not dead so I’m gonna try to call Scott on mine.” The boy explained frantically

“You realize you could’ve just told me where your phone was right?” She yelled back.

“Yeah, yeah but- I was getting tired and I don’t like pools.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and sighed, that tended to be her only reaction towards him these days.

“My hero.” She passively whispered. Then she noticed that a very angry presence was missing from the atmosphere, looking down through the waves of the water to see Derek at the bottom.

“Oh shit.” y/n inhaled as much air as she could before diving under the water. She swam her way towards his body and wrapped her arms under his, struggling but successfully pulling him to the surface.

Once she pushed both of them through, loud gasps from Derek echoed through the pool.

“Tell me you got him.” Derek questioned Stiles.

“No, he hung up. He friggin hung up!”

“I need something to hold onto.” Y/n groaned, her strength slipping away from her, “Stiles come help me out.” She started pushing both her and Derek towards the edge.

“Yeah- well- I’m a little busy right now.” Stiles looked straight ahead to find himself looking into the eyes of the animal-thing. He didn’t move, hell he didn’t even breathe.

“Stiles.” Y/n nervously whined. Hating that she didn’t know what to do. And even if she did she probably wouldn’t be able to do it. But right now, watching what was happening in front of her, scared her more than it did when she was the one in danger.

Before she could say anything else, she watched as Stiles was thrown to the side on the pool deck, leaving Scott in his place to face the crazy lizard thing.

Y/n watched with wide eyes from the pool, still treading water to keep herself and Derek above the surface. However, she was really starting to get tired.

“Derek…” She whispered, shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth.

“No y/n don’t give up okay.” Derek tried to encourage her, but she was already slipping out of consciousness. He could tell, because as she started slipping out of consciousness, he was slipping under the water.

“Y/n, no, come on wake up-” he was cut off by water entering his mouth and choking him. Still paralyzed, there was nothing he could do to stop them from sinking any further.

Up on land, Stiles had hit his head on the pool deck pretty hard causing him to pass out for a little bit. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Scott and the strange animal fighting, and it looked like Scott was winning.

Remembering that there were two other people there, he found the strength to roll onto his stomach so he could face the pool. All the blood draining from his face when his eyes were met with very still water, unaccompanied by anyone.

“Y/n.” He yelled, finding it in himself to stand up and run to the edge of the pool. He looked through the clear water to see that both y/n and Derek had sunk all the way to the bottom.

He was just about to dive into the water when all the sudden a huge splash emerged above the surface, through y/n on the ground next to Stiles. Stiles bent down to to help her up, rubbing her back as she doubled over to spit out all the water that had been lodged in her throat.

“What happened?” Y/n finally stood up, letting Stiles wrap his arms around her.

“Looks like Derek’s paralysis wore off.”

“How are we supposed to figure out what that thing is?” Scott waved his arms around as they all stood outside the school, y/n slightly shivering from still being wet.

“It’s called a kanima.” Derek said calmly, standing in front of them and studying each of their reactions.

“You knew the whole time?” Stiles complained.

“No. Only when it was confused by it’s own reflection.”

Y/n stood there furrowing her eyebrows, “It doesn’t know what it is.”

“Or who.” Derek turned to her, confirming her statement.

“What else do you know?” Stiles asked, simultaneously reaching over and grabbing y/n’s hand in his own.

When y/n felt his hand on hers, she immediately pulled away, taking a step to the side to expand the space between them. She didn’t let herself look at him, afraid the see the hurt expression that took over his face.

“Just stories, rumors.” Derek broke the tension.

“But it’s like us?” Scott pushed for confirmation.

Derek tilted his head, “A shape-shifter, yes, but it’s- it’s not right. It’s like a-” Silence fell as he found himself at a loss for words.

“An abomination.” Y/n found the words for him.

“Derek? We need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents.” Scott hesitantly stepped forward.

“You trust them?” Derek scoffed.

“Nobody trusts anyone!” Scott was now yelling, “That’s the problem. While we’re here, arguing about who’s on what side, there’s something scarier, stronger and faster than any of us, and it’s killing people and we still don’t even know anything about it.” Scott finished angrily, taking a deep breath.

Y/n noticed how tensed up Scott was, so she cautiously stepped forward. Reaching out and placing a hand on her brother’s shoulder. No matter how mad she was at him for before, she would always be there for him when he needed her the most. And she knew it was the same for him when it came to her, she knew by the way his hand full on top of hers.

“I know one thing, when I find it? I’m gonna kill it.”

Derek was long gone, but Stiles, Y/n, and Scott couldn’t find it in themselves to move from their spot outside the school.

No one was talking, and then Scott’s phone rang and broke the silence. He answered but y/n didn’t hear anything that was said, too focused on looking on the ground and avoiding Stiles’ gaze.

“Y/n!” Scott’s voice broke her from her slight coma.

“What, yeah?” She shook herself out of it and looked at her brother.

“Mom called and she needs a ride, I’m gonna go pick her up okay?”

She nodded her head and gave him a small smile to let him know that she’s be okay.

“I’ll give her a ride.” Stiles jumped in, giving Scott the okay to leave. So he left.

When Scott was gone y/n started walking away from the school, Stiles jogged to catch up with her. When he got close enough he grabbed her forearm to stop her.

“Where are you going?” He questioned her, confused.

“Home.” She answered shortly.

“Y/n you’re still wet and it’s freezing outside, get in the jeep,” he demanded. She raised her eyebrows towards him at his tone.

“Please.” He added when he saw her facial expression.

Sighing, she looked up into his eyes seeing the desperation in them, she walked right past him without saying a word. Approaching the passenger side of the jeep and getting inside.

Smiling slightly, Stiles followed and got in the car after her. Placing his keys in the ignition and quickly driving out of the school parking lot. Once they were on the road, he used this time alone as an opportunity.

“Why did you kiss me?”

Y/n stopped looking out the window and turned to face him.

“That’s kind of direct don’t you think?”

“Just answer the question please.” Stile replied angrily, obviously not in the mood for sarcasm… which was very rare.

She sighed, looking forward through the windshield and taking a deep breath.

“I kissed you- because I couldn’t stand to continue for there to be secrets between us- you and, me and Scott. I needed to tell you-” tears started to fall from her eyes, she finally looked over at Stiles. His eyes immediately locked with hers.

“I just couldn’t tell you with words.” she finished in a whisper, but he heard her.

Silence consumed the both of them, Stiles processing the information and y/n not knowing what else to say.

“I don’t exactly understand how feelings work,” Stiles’ voice grabbed her attention, but he kept his eyes forward and on the road, “but I know I have really strong ones for you. I have for a really long time,” he laughed even though nothing was really funny, “Maybe even before all this happened, and I just hadn’t figured it out yet.”

‘What about Lydia?” She asked, not able to take her eyes off of him as she awaited his answer.

“Haven’t you figured it out? Whatever I thought I had for Lydia, is non-existent compared to how I feel when I look at you and you’re already smiling at me.”

The sight of Stiles Stilinski tearing up took y/n’s breath away, she was already crying. Silent tears had been sliding down her face the whole time he was explaining himself to her.

“Stop the car.” She suddenly yelled out.


“I said stop the car! Just pull over okay?”

Without another word, Stiles turned the wheel of the jeep and pulled up next to the curb. Confused, he continued to put the car in park and then turned his whole body towards Y/n.

“Okay, I stopped the car. Now would you mind telling me why-”

He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before y/n had grabbed the sides of his face and smashed his lips against hers. The kiss tasted like tears and desperation, but they both needed it.

After what seemed like an eternity they both pulled away for air, letting their eyes have the conversation for them.

“Stiles,” y/n sighed, shutting her eyes and breathing deeply, “everything that you just described is exactly how I feel about you.”

She opened her eyes to a smile on his face, making her heart ache knowing she put the smile on his face and in a few seconds she was also the one who was going to make it go away.


“Oh no, no, please don’t say but-” He started complaining, shaking his head.

“But,” y/n said again, ignoring him, “with everything going on right now; I can barely focus on school, I can’t sleep…”

He wasn’t looking at her, disappointment consuming his features as he stared out the windshield. Y/n reached over and grabbed his hand gently.

“Please look at me when I say this.” She whispered.

“I already know what you’re going to say.” He looked at her reluctantly.

“I know, but I need to say it,” she reached her hand out and placed it on the side of his face, he unconsciously leaned into her touch, “right now, I can’t be in a relationship. Please Understand.”

“I understand.” Stiles whispered, restarting the jeep. But he was angry, she could tell.

“But when this is all over, when we can go back to being normal teenagers… I’m all yours.” Y/n smiled, not wanting him to be mad at her.

“Yeah, let’s just drop it okay.” He snapped at her.

Y/n let herself fall back in her seat, rolling over and looking back out the window. The silence eating a hole away in her heart, not knowing that Stiles was feeling the same effect.

Child Play

Luke, Han/Leia

Summary: Luke feels as if Han and Leia treat him as a child, and he starts disliking it more and more.

A/N: I feel as if I rushed it toward the end and that I haven’t fully gotten to explore the characters - I particularly feel as if Han is a bit ooc - but this is my first fic of the original Star Wars trio and I’m proud of it. I’ve had this idea for months, so I figured it was finally time to write it down. I hope you like it, and please do consider sending me feedback!

Words: 1 591

Luke sometimes felt, occasionally unjustifiably though usually rightfully, as if Han and Leia saw him as their way-too-wild-for-his-own-good younger brother, or possibly even child, as cringeworthy it was to think that of his own twin sister and her husband. He’d come to this realization quite suddenly, years after he’d finally freed his father from the prison that was Darth Vader. You’d think an act like that would’ve earned him respect, and it had. A lot of it. So much so that he was surprised it had taken him so long to discover that the people closest to him still saw him as an inexperienced infant of some sort.

To be fair, it rarely bothered him to the point of properly upsetting him, but now that he was aware of it he couldn’t ignore it. Every word, every action that was somehow associated with them maybe not taking him seriously enough became a source of obsession, and soon he could barely spend a day without overanalyzing the way they treated him.

It became quite a mess to try to organize their lives and this resistance thing with Luke scowling over insignificant things simultaneously. Soon he didn’t blame them for taking on the roles of the parents, though he would never quite forgive them for forcing him into the role of the child.

Maybe he was just being dramatic.

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I just saw the video of Johnny Depp that Amber Heard filmed and I can’t believe people are still defending him.

I’ve been abused and been around a lot of abuse and that video was giving me anxiety because it reminded me of it.

“But he was hitting the cabinets not her”
First of all abuse is not only physical. You’re seriously underestimating how terrifying it is to be around a man who’s that angry. I’ve been so scared for my safety that I had to call a friend and stay with them when the anger wasn’t even directed at me.

Second of all we only saw the brief bit that she was able to film before he aggressively took it from her. I can almost guarantee that he started directing his verbal and physical abuse towards her after the video.

“She was baiting him!! All the things she was saying were provoking him!”
Anything she would have said would have provoked him. Not saying anything would have provoked him! All she did was ask if something happened and if he was drunk, she most likely was asking so she would know how to deal with him and try to calm him down.

“He was drunk!!”
That literally doesn’t excuse him at all??

Johnny Depp abused his wife and you all are excusing him because he was in some movies you like. You are being misogynistic and victim blaming. This is why victims of abuse are so scared to come forward.

anonymous asked:

hi! i love your meta so much. i haven't seen you address this, if you have, sorry!--but i was curious what you thought about the physical affection part of the list scene, and then the moments after when bellamy leaves and clarke looks after him. you have great insight, and i'd love to hear your thoughts!

I haven’t talked about it nonny, and I’m glad you like my thoughts enough to ask! I also want to draw your attention to @velvet-tread‘s addition to this post because the parallels they draw between 302 and 403 are mindblowing and heart-wrenching.

As for the physical affection part of the list scene, I think what’s most significant about it is that it’s Bellamy offering physical comfort to Clarke.  With just a few exceptions, it’s always the other way around.  Bellamy is very good at offering Clarke verbal comfort when she’s at her worst– it had to be done, together, if you need forgiveness I’ll give that to you, you’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting you do that alone, I believe you– but Clarke (again with a few exceptions) tends to offer Bellamy physical comfort instead.

The times I can think of that Bellamy has initiated any physical contact at all are as follows: when Clarke is kneeling in front of Lincoln in the dropship, when she’s tied up as Roan’s hostage, right before be cuffs her in 305, when he’s tying her bandage at Niylah’s, and after the List.  He’s also all up in her business when she’s unconscious in s2, but she’s not awake and I suspect that was almost more for him than for her. Kneeling in front of Lincoln isn’t even really a “physical comfort” sort of touch, just an “okay, my turn now,” nudge between friends.  The Hair Touch in the subway tunnel reads more instinctive instead of purposeful to me, because he’s so overwhelmed to finally have her there, in front of him, after three months of separation and worry.  It’s physical comfort, but it’s not deliberate.

That leaves three moments of deliberate physical comfort as initiated by Bellamy– wound tending, hand-holding pre-cuffing, and the Nuzzle.  The hand-holding in Hakeldama is really complicated, because I think he reached out and touched her because seeing Clarke sad is physically painful for him.  He followed it up with cuffing her– which was Not Okay, Buddy– but I do think the initial impulse was to offer her some comfort because even when he’s furious with her, he cares about her.  The wound tending was when they were still incredibly shaky as a pair, and it’s both a literal and metaphorical patch, on Clarke’s wound and on their friendship.  (I also don’t remember if we even see that he initiated it, but I’m gonna go with the interpretation that Clarke was struggling with her bandage all on her own and he came over to help.  But I may be wrong, because I do not want to rewatch s3 and so my memories are a little hazy.)  

As for the Nuzzle, we’re going to return to that, but first I want to talk about how Clarke uses physical contact in relation to Bellamy.  Under the tree in Day Trip we have Clarke giving Bellamy comfort with words more than touch, which is how he generally operates.  There’s a knee touch and maybe some leaning, but it’s mostly his version of support and comfort– verbal, not physical.  But after that, he’s her Person and she shifts to physical affection to comfort him and express her own feelings– she hugs him in 205, and she hugs and kisses him goodbye in 216.  In both instances, it’s not just for him, but for her too– she’s thrilled to see him and heartbroken to leave him, respectively.  But she also uses physical touch purely to comfort him, like when she checks his wounds at Niylah’s.  Touch is how Clarke shows him that she still cares about him, even after everything that’s happened.  

The Beach Hug is one of the purest expressions of Clarke offering Bellamy physical comfort that we have.  He’s crying, and she gives a little bit of a speech but eventually just decides to wrap herself around him until he’s better, and only the arrival of a goddamn Pacifist Navy SEAL unit ends the hug.  

In Polis she reaches for him when she’s terrified she might not survive the City of Light, and it’s only once he’s holding her hand that she calms down.  But you know what she does between the Beach Hug and the Polis handhold?

She tells Bellamy that she trusts him, flat out verbally reminding him that she needs him.  She uses his method of communication rather than her own, because she is able to recognize that that’s what he needs.

What I’m getting at here is that Bellamy usually expresses his love through words and Clarke expresses hers through touch, and it’s when they swap to use the other person’s method of communication that you can see how much they care about each other.  For Clarke, physical contact is the easiest way for her to say you matter to me because words don’t come to her as easily as they do to Bellamy.  For Bellamy, words are safer than touch because he is naturally more guarded than Clarke is, and words are good for keeping people at a literal arm’s length away.  So when Clarke uses her words to tell Bellamy she cares, that’s momentous.  And when Bellamy touches Clarke to show her he cares about her, that’s a big fucking deal.

Which brings us, of course, to the List and the Hand Nuzzle.  Bellamy wakes up and finds Clarke crying and his first instinct is words– if I’m on that list, you’re on that list.  But she can’t, and she’s still so broken and sad.

So Bellamy says I see you’re hurting and I’m here the way Clarke would for him– by touching her.  It’s a gentle touch and I think it’s important that there’s still some distance, because Bellamy does not initiate physical contact lightly.  He’s also trying to respect Clarke’s space and her grief, so he doesn’t swoop in and gather her into his arms.  He just touches her shoulder to say I know, and then Clarke is the one who doubles down on it and nuzzles his hand.  She responds best with physical contact, so this is a language she’s comfortable speaking.  He says I’m here and she says thank you all without them saying an actual word.

But then Bellamy leaves, because touch like that is very intimate and I think it’s overwhelming for him.  I am firmly on the “Bellamy Blake knows he is in Big Time Love with Clarke” train, so when she responds in kind to his touch he has to bail because he knows how he feels about her but he also knows how she feels.  And she’s not in love with him, not yet, and so he makes himself walk away before he reveals too much.  For him, this moment is about what Clarke needs, not what he needs, so he offers her physical comfort and then makes himself leave.

I think when Bellamy left it was, as @velvet-tread, a moment where Clarke realized something was shifting between them.  She had been so grateful for his touch that when he leaves, she looks mournful and thoughtful.  She didn’t want him to go, which isn’t new, but him touching her first is.  I think she appreciated it on a base level of “this is my friend and he made me feel better when I felt terrible,” but I also think it made her realize that he is precious to her in a lot of ways.  But I also think neither of them really has time to process that, so it’s just a little moment of “oh, I wonder if this might be something” that is quickly swallowed up by everything else.  She’s not in love with him, but she’s realizing that she could be.

Searching for Alec

Lovely pensfan8714 prompted me to write a one-shot in which Alec gets captured and Magnus and the squad go looking for him. 

Thank you for the prompt, darling, sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted it to :P

And sorry for giving you the feelz, guys. I’m just a sucker for angst.

As the full moon illuminated the streets, a dark figure could be seen standing on the edge of Magnus Bane’s roof.

Blue sparks dancing on his fingertips, Magnus set his jaw and looked up, not seeing the stars but rather the face of a certain blue-eyed shadowhunter.

While he was standing there, the memory from a few nights ago replayed in his mind – Alec, falling backwards into the void from this exact spot.

Once again sensing all the fear and pain caused by almost losing Alec, Magnus shivered.

No. He wouldn’t let that happen again.

Magnus recognized the stinging feeling in his eyes so he shut them to prevent the tears from escaping.

This wasn’t a time for crying.

Stretching his fingers, Magnus whispered a few words and formed a portal with one swift movement of his hand.

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A Different Type of Strength

     He couldn’t have ever imagined that it would turn out like this. Ieyasu watched as his daughter skipped around the garden, her curly locks bouncing with each stride.
      During the pregnancy, he had been a nervous wreck, fussing over you and making sure that you weren’t doing anything too strenuous; he even forfeit his strawberry daifuku so that you wouldn't have to cook. That was the only thing that you had stubbornly refused to listen to, still bringing him his dinner every evening. He didn’t want to admit it, but it warmed his heart. Even when your belly had grown too big for him to be able to lay his head in your lap, he found a new joy in being able to put his ear to your womb and listen for kicks and sounds of movement. You truly were an amazing woman to not only love him, but reciprocate beyond anything he had ever given. When you had gone into labor you had spent more energy trying to calm him down than you did giving birth. But the moment he held that little girl in his arms, he was more calm and tranquil than he had ever been in his entire life. The way her mouth formed a little “o” before she began to cry, the way she wrapped her tiny, warm hand around his finger, when she began to open her eyes and look around at the world around her, all of these memories were precious and though he would never admit it, it brought tears of joy to his eyes.
      When she had first called him “Papa!” while bounding to greet him when he was returning from war it had made his heart radiate a warmth that would have made his former self nauseous, but he wasn’t the same as he used to be, and there she was, his little girl. He was proud to call her his daughter.
      On stormy nights, when it sounded like the gods were battling for supremacy over the skies, Ieyasu would wake up to the sound of little sobs as a little hand gently shook his shoulder. He’d open his eyes to see tears streaming down his little girl’s face. He didn’t have to ask why she was crying, afterall, as a child he too had been terrified of thunder storms. He simply lifted his futon and made a quick motion for her to hurry up. She smiled through her tears and quickly nuzzled up to her father’s warm and protective chest. He felt a smile form on his lips, a feeling he could not put into words nestling in his heart. He used his kimono sleeve to wipe her tear stained cheeks, her long eyelashes still wet.
      “Don’t tell your mother.” He’d whisper while rubbing her back soothingly as she clung to his chest.
      He could feel her nod, and he wrapped his arms around her as if to shield her from all of the world. He waited until her sobs faded and her eyelids had fluttered shut before he allowed himself to resume sleeping.
      His former self would have thought that he had grown soft, but his present self was far wiser and stronger. He had learned not only to trust, but to love.

My Little Angel

Originally posted by codychristian

*gif credit to the amazing owner*

Request: Anonymous-May I have a Theo x reader in which he meets her for the first time when he comes back from hell and she is always sweet and kind with him, he also starts to call her “my little angel” because she’s the only person able to calm him down whenever he has nightmares about hell and waking up in her arms just makes him feel safe and happy like never before.

Word Count: 1.7K words

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader


I scrolled through the pictures on my phone.Looking through happier times when I wasn’t aware of supernatural thingy.But I’m grateful,if it wasn’t for Scott McCall’s bite I wouldn’t have been alive.He saved me,and I became a werewolf.I miss those days when I was a normal teen girl,who’s only concern was getting good grades and being selected in football team.Now,look at me thinking about ways to survive Ghost Riders.

My thought was interrupted by a text,I checked it was from Liam.

Pack meeting,Scott’s pissed because I brought Theo back.Come soon.Scott’s place.

I sighed,another pack meeting,great.Liam mentioned he was bringing someone back from hell,I didn’t know who Theo was,but I do know what he did to the pack before going to hell.But Corey and Mason once said me Theo’s side of the story,how he was under Dread Doctor’s control,and to be honest at some parts I felt sympathy for him.

Anyway I reached Scott’s place and rang the doorbell.

“Hi Malia,”I said.

“You won’t believe what Liam did,”she growled.

“Yeah he informed me.”I shrugged.

“His mere sight is making me frustrated.”Malia growled again.

“Calm down Malia,”Mason said coming in sight.

“Hey Mase,so where’s Scott?”I asked.

“He’s in his room talking with Liam,”he sighed.I nodded.

“Follow me,Theo’s in the other room,but please be careful.”I nodded and followed Mason.

I entered the living room,saw Hayden and Corey talking and saw a guy sitting on the floor with his hands tied up with a chain.

“That’s Theo,”Hayden said.

I couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous he looked.How can someone this handsome be the bad guy?

Theo’s POV

This handcuff chain was making me annoyed.They won’t believe me when I said I won’t escape,but it’s my fault though.I was the one who broke their trust in the first place to go to hell.I sighed and suddenly felt pairs of eyes on me.I glanced up and saw a new girl entering the room.

I haven’t seen her before,is she new in the pack?She looked really pretty,and she somewhat looked scared to see me and immediately looked other way when our eyes met.I kept glancing her and I was mesmerized by her.There was something about her that made me want to know more about her.

“Y/N you’re here,”Liam said and walked towards her.

The name’s Y/N.Pretty girl with a pretty name.

“Guys,I don’t want to sound like I’m defending him,but don’t you think tying him up with chains is a bit too much?”She whispered to the pack.

But I heard it clearly.

“You have no idea what’s he capable of,no need to feel pity for him,”Malia said.

“I think she’s right he won’t escape from the house,”Lydia spoke.

“Okay,I am untying him,”Corey sighed.

“We’re untying you,but don’t you dare pull any stunt,”Liam threatened me.

“I won’t kid,”I sighed.He growled.

“My mom won’t be home tonight,you guys stay over?”Scott asked them.

I silently wished Y/N would stay,that way atleast I can just keep looking at her and might even get a chance to speak.

“Sure Scott,”They all said,including Y/N.

I sighed in relief,okay what the hell is happening to me?

After few hours everyone decided to go to sleep.They made me sleep in the guest room.Finally after months,I will be able to sleep on a bed.I felt relaxed laying down.I closed my eyes and almost after instantly drifted off.


We girls, we’re sleeping in Melissa’s room.

“Today’s been a long day,”Hayden yawned.

“Yeah,I’m so freaking tired.”Malia said exhausted. 

“Night guys.”Lydia said before drifting off to sleep.

“I want to drink water,I’ll be right back.”I said before exiting the room.

I poured myself a glass of water before drinking it.Everyone’s asleep,it was very peaceful until I heard soft noises from the guest room which was across the kitchen.

“Please…let…me go,stop,”I heard Theo sob,if I wasn’t a werewolf it would’ve been impossible for me to hear.

I took a deep breathe and proceeded towards the guest room.I gently knocked the door,when he didn’t open I slightly opened it.The lights were on and I saw Theo looking panicked in his sleep.I slowly walked towards the bed and knelt down beside the bed.I saw tears flowing down his face.

“No,please don’t do this..”Theo begged in his sleep.He was having one hell of a nightmare.”You don’t have to stop.”He said in his sleeping state.

I gently shook him awake,”hey,shh,it’s okay,you’re safe,”I whispered.

He opened his eyes slowly adjusting his eyes to the light and looked at me.

“What happened?”He asked slowly.

“You were having nightmare,”I answered him.

“Oh.”He said lowly.

“Hey Theo,look you don’t have to be afraid,okay?”I said.

“Hmm.”He said half-heartedly.

“Now try and get some sleep,okay?”

“I will try.”He mumbled.

“Night,”I smiled before getting up and as I turned around to go,I felt his hand holding mine.

“Thanks,”he said appreciatively.

“No problem at all.”

*few weeks later*

“We have to get a better plan to trap Douglas.”Theo spoke and began explaining his ideas.

In this past few weeks,Theo was able to gain the pack’s trust again.He also saved Scott and he proved that he genuinely changed,and now he doesn’t want power,he just wants to be alive.

“That’s brilliant,we should start working on it,what do you say Scott?”Lydia asked.

“I think it’s worth a shot,”Scott approved.”We should start planning details tomorrow.”

I couldn’t help but adore Theo,he’s really smart and mention not insanely gorgeous.These past few weeks I got to know him better and I really enjoyed his company.He became my really good friend.

“Guys,I’m really starving,let’s order pizza?”Liam said impatiently.

“Yeah,”Malia nodded,grabbed Scott’s phone and went to order pizza.

Lydia went to the kitchen and started chatting with Malia.Rest of the pack became busy chatting among themselves,which made me and Theo be alone in the room.

“Are you still having those nightmares?”I asked Theo.

“Yeah,it just doesn’t seem to go away you know.”He sighed.

“It will get better,I promise.”I said.

“You’re amazing you know that,you’re like my little angel,who’s always saying positive things and always supporting me.”He flashed a smile.

“Your little angel,huh?”I chuckled.

“Yup,”he said before hugging me.

The rest of the day passed by quickly,it was time to head towards home.

“Hey,uhm Y/N,can I like stay over at your place tonight?”Theo asked nervously.”I will sleep in the couch,I just really don’t feel comfortable at my home,because it’s so far away in the woods and I feel lonely.”

“Sure Theo,we’re basically best friends,remember?”I chuckled.

“Yeah,”he smiled.

He drove me to my place.

“Let’s watch a movie?”I suggested.

“Sure thing,whatccha wanna watch?”Theo asked.

“Anything is fine,”

He chose a movie,which happened to be one of my favourite one.”Nice choice,Raeken.”I nodded.

I changed into pajamas and Theo changed into more comfortable clothes,he already had those comfy clothes in his car.That weirdo.I grabbed a blanket and positioned myself on the couch tapping Theo to take a seat beside me.He obliged and cuddled me.

“Do you want some popcorns?”I asked him.

“No I’m fine,just cuddle.”He said smiling.

“Okay,”I smiled and paid attention back to the movie.

I caught him staring at me after some time.

“What is it?”I laughed.

“You’re so beautiful,my little angel,”he said slowly.

I stared back at him and before I knew it,I crashed my lips against him.The kiss was slow,gentle and loving.It was absolutely amazing.He broke the kiss and said,”you have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this.”

“Same here.”

Before we both knew it we fell asleep in each other’s arm,movie playing in the background.

“PLAESE STOP!”Theo yelled.

I woke up scared and saw him panicking,I tightened my grip around him and started pressing kisses in his forehead,”Theo,hey,it’s okay,you’re safe honey.”

He opened his eyes and held me tightly.

“I’m sorry,this nightmares just don’t seem to get away.”He mumbled sadly.

“Hey look at me,you have nothing to be sorry about,you understand.”I said caressing his face.Then he got back to sleep again.

*in the morning*

I woke up by the smell of freshly made pancakes.

“Good morning little angel,”Theo said and I saw him holding a plate of breakfast.

“Good morning Theo,”I smiled.

“Wait how did I end up in my bed?”I asked confused.

“Well I couldn’t sleep much last night so when I woke up,I saw you weren’t that comfortable in that couch so I carried you upstairs and decided to mak breakfast for you.”He chuckled.

“Aww,that’s so sweet of you Theo,thanks.”I said before taking a bite of the pancake.

“Delicious,”I moaned.

“Yeah I know I’m a great chef.”He winked.

“Did you eat anything?”I asked him,he shook his head.

“Well,let’s share then!”I said and fed him a forkful of pancake.

“Y/n?”Theo asked.


“Thank you for last night,”he said.

“Like i said,it’s no problem at all.”I shrugged.

“There’s something I was meaning to ask you for few days,now I think is the perfect timing.”He spoke nervously.

“You can ask me anything Theo.”I encouraged him to go on and placed my hand on top of him.

He took the tray and kept it on my bedside table.He came back beside me and held my hand.He took a deep breath and began.

“Please be my girlfriend,I want you to be there to hold me every night when I’m sleeping,”he began.”You make me happy,your support is amazing and you’re always kind to me,to me you’re the most perfect girl ever.””I want to see your face first thing in the morning,I want  to kiss you whenever and wherever I want,I want you to show how much I love you.”

“Theo,baby,yes I will be your girlfriend.I love you,”I said before pressing a kiss on his lips.

“I love you my little angel.”He said,and at that moment I felt the happiest I’ve felt in months.

One Can Never Do Too Much

Written by Praemonitus_Praemunitus

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Summary: This story was written back in season 5. Back when the tension was growing between the boys (thank you, show writers - #sarcasm). Before we knew Melissa’s true background.  Back when she was still Amber.  It was fairly apparent that she was hiding something, but we just didn’t know what.  My muse decided that there was something shady about her, and then she decided that it would be a great idea to pit the boys against each other over her presence in Danny’s life and have her be this evil person with nefarious plans for both boys.  Please keep in mind the time this was written and make appropriate allowances for Danny’s behavior and tension between the boys.  And please don’t judge too harshly :)

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Note by @thepraemonituspraemunitus: ‘Thank you to a friend who recently reminded me of the existence of this particular story as I shamefully forgot.’

                                          -One can never do too much for a devoted friend

                                                                                                   Henrik Ibsen

“Do you have a problem with my girlfriend now?”

Steve flinched, pulling back a bit, taken completely by surprise both by the undisguised and unwarranted – at least as far as he could tell – hostility in his blond partner’s voice and by Danny’s clearly intentional word choice.

“I don’t,” he defended, raising his hands at his sides to emphasize the point, “I didn’t… I just-”

“Just what, Steven?  Making an observation?  Pointing out your obvious trust issues?”

He frowned, shaking his head at the callous words. “I just meant that maybe you’re moving a little too fast.  That maybe you need to find out a bit more about … who she really is.”

“Who she really is?”  Danny’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, and he took a step closer to Steve, invading his space once more.  "Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?“  And then a sparkle of realization flashed in the pale blues, and his face sharpened in anger and annoyance.  "You checked her out already, haven’t you?  Haven’t you?”

Steve nodded reluctantly and flinched once more, as Danny’s hands cut sharply through the air much too close to his face, followed by an equally sharp “You’re unbelievable!”

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- can i just say how much i love the fact that magnus keeps his magic ingredients right next to jam etc.? i mean, how iconic

- sending alec a fire message because alec was ignoring him? but magnus needed to see him because he was so worried about him
I’M NOT OKAY BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT OKAY this is so important? alec always refuses to think about himself, he doesn’t want to think about his feelings, he prefers pretending that the pain isn’t real. like it’s not important because other people have it worse and he should be there helping them instead of thinking about himself
but then there’s magnus being worried, reminding him that he’s there for him, that he can’t always think about others. that he needs to be happy too because he deserves to be happy

- i will be forever in love with alec’s reactions when he’s drinking any kind of alcohol. he really is innocent in SOME WAYS, isn’t he?

- will i ever get over the fact that alec missed ON PURPOSE because magnus was pouting and alec just wanted him to smile again? of course i won’t. he got played so good but it was still the most adorable thing. but when magnus finally showed him he’s totally slaying, alec was turned on. like, not even trying to hide how turned on he was. i’m living

- ahhh, the worst thing that can happen on first date? talking about how many exes you’ve got. especially when two people starting to date are literally the opposite of each other
and i gotta say, i was very unsure how i felt about alec asking magnus how many people he’s been with. but in the end, he realised that this really didn’t matter. that he wanted to be with magnus more. that he wouldn’t give up just because of his insecurities. it was never about magnus being with many people, it was about the fact that alec was just scared. he’s so inexperienced. that’s exactly the reason why magnus was scared too. afraid to do anything because what if he broke alec? he called him innocent… like magnus is not and that being with him would break alec
this showed just how healthy their relationship is and could be. yes, they will always face some difficulties but they know they like (love?) each other too much and it is possible to go through any problems. together.

- i always knew i couldn’t have what i wanted until you came along
i have so much to say about this? alec always thought he would end up alone or try to please his parents and marry some shadowhunter woman. he thought he would never be truly happy. but magnus came into his life and showed him that it’s possible? i know alec came out on his own terms and for himself but magnus had such a huge role in this and when alec tells him just how much that means to him, magnus is so surprised? he was freaking out about not wanting to destroy that ‘innocent boy’ but here’s alec… telling him how important it is to him to have magnus in his life

- when alec says 'magnus…’, it’s like magnus already knows what alec is trying to say. the pain on his face absolutely kills me. his past is in the way of his happiness and he can’t stop it. when alec almost leaves, magnus doesn’t say anything. it’s like he’s given up but alec taking a deep breath and trying to deal with his insecurities… this is so important and beautiful.

- i don’t care how many people you’ve been with
i don’t care how many people you haven’t been with
they both struggle, this isn’t an easy situation. but they both know that what they have is something special and they want to make this work because it’s worth it and they both deserve to be happy

- and a whispered 'i’m all for effort’? i’m a real mess. magnus lets himself have this, to try because he sees that alec truly wants this, even if he’s scared

- also, one date and they’re already talking about having a real relationship. they’re so #married and i’m living

- malec being the softest boyfriends saved my life. it was so pure and i’ll be crying forever


- and magnus is adopting his first shadowhunters, interesting
jace feels like magnus is his only option. jace feels that magnus is a good person because of the way that he’s with alec and because of that quick moment they shared when jace came to bring alec back

- i still feel seriously weird about the pack stopping looking for luke after a what… day? two? seriously? luke is their alpha and they give up on him just like that? especially when they know very well what he’s going through? if maia knew that, everyone did. but she was the only one willing to go find him

- i was so worried about luke. going through random transformations, not being able to control himself because he was hurting so much. he loved jocelyn his whole life, she was the love of his life and then he lost her, just like that. i can’t even imagine how painful it must have been for him

- that scene where luke saved maia? i am absolutely speechless. she had nobody but luke was there for her, trying to calm her down, trying to help her. luke is just too good for this world and we don’t deserve him
and alisha and isaiah were amazing? i was genuinly in tears

- luke’s transformation was made so realistic? it was like i could almost feel his pain? i honestly i can’t begin to imagine what he must felt in that moment… turning into a wolf, ready to attack some mundanes
but simon talking about clary stopped him? i was in tears because luke loves clary so much that he is able to control his emotions. clary is now the most important person to him. and he would do anything for her

- it’s good seeing clary and jace acting more like siblings and jace trying to help clary figure out things connected to that rune or warning her about the clave. at least it’s not creepy incest so i’m seriously happy

- clary seriously matured so much? she could still be angry or blame alec for what happened to jocelyn (even though it wasn’t his fault at all) but she’s just worried about him because he feels guilty? i’m really proud of her

- clary walking out of the water in her wet dress… what is air???? this was so hot? like, obvs amazing body but she was so confident walking out of it? finally proving to everyone that yeah, she might be valentine’s daughter but she’s nothing like him at all

- do you always talk this much?
i absolutely LOVED maia and simon’s first meeting. simon talking way too much as always and maia just being so casual. let’s go find luke together

- that moment when maia tells simon she tried to kill jace and suddenly he’s so impressed with her and basically human heart eyes emoji. this is so pure and beautiful

- maia and simon exchanging their downworlder stories were so amazing? like, nobody will understand you like the other downworlder will. even if maia and simon are like the opposites, they still go through a lot of similar things and feelings. and i’m really glad simon found her because she just gets him?

- i love how soft izzy is always with clary? always thinking about her, always explaining things to her.
but i’m so worried about her… her hand is already shaking because of lack of yin fen?

- my heart is absolutely in pieces after that scene where izzy almost drowned in the water and then she has to give up on one of her biggest dreams to go into the citadel
i really hoped she would think about it before asking for more from victor. but i guess that’s just too addictive, isn’t it?

- raphael doing encanto on simon’s mum? yeah… why do i have a feeling it’s not gonna work anyway? cause she’s gonna be freaked out about this somehow . like she knows she remembers SOMETHING but just can’t figure out what it is?

- i am absolutely in love with irons sisters, they’re SO badass??? i mean, who can get an intro like this? making weapon and fighting? they are AMAZING. i’m not surprised at all izzy wanted to become an iron sister when she was younger

- the citadel looks absolutely AMAZING and i am literally izzy when she looks at it for the first time

- i can’t believe cleophas is a member of the circle? she spent so many years with the iron sisters just to betray them like this? and this shows just how much she hates her own brother? she wants all downworlders to be gone… including luke

- victor is the shadiest guy… he’s literally acting like a drug dealer. i’ll give you this stuff but you gotta spy on clary WHAT THE FUCK (i’m seriously beliving in that theory of him being actually sebastian more and more)

-  and victor making jace clean the weapons? what even…???? that was so fucked up?
and then he just kicked him out??? jace saved his life and now he’s doing this? yeah, that makes sense (seriously believing more and more in that theory)

- that smile when izzy says 'wait’? that was so creepy?

(see, i’m not just Malec Mess™ i can write other things too)


Requested by anonymous: Can you do Shawn being a cute big brother to his little sister and you love it cause he’s so protective over her  

Note: I love older brother Shawn things because in real life he’s probably very protective over Aaliyah and ugh *not my gif


Aaliyah had been bugging her parents about this concert that she wanted to go to for as long as the tickets went on pre-sale. You understood where she was coming from, it was like any one of Shawn’s fans who were itching to get tickets to his next show.  

Aaliyah and Timera, as well as Mishyia had decided to go together, them all wanting to see the same artist.

And, as you showed up to the Mendes house, you could hear two teenage girls blasting music and more than likely getting ready for their concert. Aaliyah had texted you earlier, asking if you could come help her curl her hair before the show and you of course, definitely said yes. You can remember all the times where you had gotten ready to go to a concert with your best friends, oh the good times.

You knocked before entering, seeing Shawn tressed in a sweatshirt and his Hogwarts sweats, holding his phone, on the way to answer the door.

“Y/N?” He asks, a little sleepy, but smiles as he sees you. “What are you doing here?”

Shawn hugs you, tilting his head down to kiss your lips, his hands cupping your cheeks.

“Aaliyah asked me to come over and help her get ready for the concert.” You respond, sniffing the air, smelling pizza. “Your mom cooking pizza?”

“Yeah, for the girls.” Shawn responded. “Well, after you’re done, you and I can hang out, which will be nice.” He smiles, drapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you towards his body so he can kiss your forehead.  

“It will be super nice, babe. But, duty calls.” You smile, kissing his cheek before leaving his side and heading up to Aaliyah’s room where the music was blaring from. “Knock, knock.” You say, opening the door.

As you walk in, an overwhelming scent of hairspray, perfume and different scented makeup products take over your senses.

“Jeez, girls.” You chuckle, setting your bag of hair curlers and pins to the side. “It smells like backstage of a broadway show.” You joke.

“Y/N! Thank god, you’re here! I need your help with my hair.” Aaliyah says, putting in different stud earrings.

“Okay, well, I’m here! So, let’s get to it, Liyah.”

Timera was curling her hair in another corner of Aaliyah’s room while Mishyia put on some eye shadow by Aaliyah’s closet.

“Why couldn’t Timera curl your hair?” You ask, sitting down on Aaliyah’s bed, near an outlet, placing a stool in front of you for Aaliyah to sit at.

“She could’ve, but I really like the way you curl your hair, it’s super pretty.” Aaliyah states, sitting in front of you.

Aaliyah had pulled out a curling wand from your bag and plugged it into the outlet, waiting for it to warm up.

As soon as you were done, you rain your fingers slightly through the bottom of her curls, giving it the effect that you always do on yourself.

“Okay, you girls ready?” You ask, standing.

Aaliyah grabs a jacket before nodding, following Timera and Mishyia out of her room.

“Pizza’s ready, girls.” Manny says, putting piza slices out onto the kitchen table for each girl to grab.

Shawn was on his laptop on the couch, typing something up - most likely some lyrics, or doing some other things that obviously involved his music.

You sat next to him, him smiling as your comb through his hair with your fingers, but not taking his eyes off of his screen - signaling whatever he was doing, was extremely important.

Your eyes read over whatever he was typing and it seemed to be that he was putting in certain guitar rifts during lyrics in one of his new songs. You rest your head on his shoulder, him resting his head on yours.

He smelled like a muskier version of vanilla and teakwood, the scent bringing you comfort.

“Shawn, honey, do you think you could drive the girls to the concert?” Karen asked, putting a necklace on Aaliyah that she couldn’t get herself.

Shawn looked at his phone for a second, before answering. “Um, yeah, sure.”

“Okay, well then, let’s get going! I don’t want to be late.” Aaliyah sassily put her hands on her hips and Shawn stuck his tongue out at her, her returning the favor.

He shuts his laptop, before standing up and grabbing his keys.

“Baby, you want to come with? We’ll grab some ice cream or something.” Shawn raised his eyebrows, silently begging you to come with him.

“Fine, you persuaded me with ice cream.” You laugh, walking up next to him.

The five of you exit the house, Shawn’s jeep beeping as he unlocks it, you and him in the front seats, while the girls in the backseats.

“So, who are you guys seeing anyway?” Shawn asks, turning onto the street.

“It’s kind of like Coachella, but here in Toronto.” Aaliyah answers.

“So, like a musical festival with multiple artists?” You ask, clarifying.

“Exactly like that.” Aaliyah smiles and you see the way Shawn begins to frown deeply.

“That could be really unsafe, Aaliyah.” Shawn speaks, his tone giving off a worried vibe.

Aaliyah looks between you and then at Shawn who turns his blinker on, then raises his hand to bite at his thumb while you guys wait at a red light.

“I know, but I won’t be alone.”

Timera nods and agrees with Aaliyah, while Mishyia doesn’t say anything.

“It doesn’t matter, Aaliyah, you’re thirteen years old. A lot of bad shit could happen to you, you should’ve told me earlier so I could’ve gotten a ticket to go with you guys.” Shawn says, the worry lines in his forehead becoming more and more apparent.

“Shawn, I promise, we’ll be okay.” She says to her brother.

Shawn doesn’t say anything else until they arrive at the park this festival is taking place at.  

You kind of just sit there silently, knowing that Shawn is just worried for his baby sister.

Timera and Mishyia get out of the car, but Shawn stops Aaliyah before she can too.

“I’m not kidding around, A, if anything happens, please call or text me. Y/N and I won’t go very far, okay? Promise?”

Aaliyah rolls her eyes, but nods, showing him that she has her phone. She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before smiling at you, and then getting out of the car.

“Bye, Aaliyah, have fun!” You call before she shuts the door and you see her wave at the both of you as she stands in Shawn’s headlights.

“I don’t like this, Y/N.” Shawn says angrily, pulling away from the curb.


“No, I don’t like it. She could get hurt out there, for god’s sake, she’s only thirteen!” Shawn raises his voice, getting a little worked up.

“Baby, it’s okay, we’ll go to the ice cream parlor down the street and we’ll keep our ringers on so if she needs to reach us, she can. Aaliyah’s a smart girl, Shawn, she’ll be okay.” You try to calm your boyfriend, him only nodding as you two drive to get the ice cream you talked about.

For about two hours, you two sat in a both, eating ice cream and even ordering a slice of cake to split between the two of you - wanting to get high on sugar.

Shawn was able to let go of his worries towards Aaliyah and enjoy the time he had with you, although you could tell that when he turned on the lockscreen every fifteen minutes, he was checking to see if Aaliyah had texted.

“Shawn.” You say, getting him to look at you, fear deep in those caramel brown eyes of his. “She’s okay, alright? She and the girls are probably having a great time at the festival.” You say.

He just nods and pauses, before telling you about something stupid Brian did the other night.

You both laughing, wondering how weird your friends could be, but then you reminded yourselves that you were weird too.

At around nine, Shawn’s phone rang with a picture of him and Aaliyah appearing. He immediately picked it up, interrupting your conversation with him.

“Aaliyah, are you okay?” He rushes, pressing his cheek into the iPhone. You watch as your boyfriend’s facial expressions switch multiple times, until he stands up suddenly. “Okay, don’t worry, we’re on our way. We’ll be there in about five minutes, stay where you are.” He hangs up, looking at you who was confused.

“Some guys were causing a little trouble, we need to go.”

So you two got into Shawn’s car and drove to the park, on the lookout for Aaliyah and the girls.

The second you spotted them, Shawn put the car in park and got out, running over to her to engulf her in a hug, which Aaliyah gladly returned. He ushered the girls’ back towards the car, them all getting in the backseat.

“Are you girls okay?” You ask, needing to know if any of them were hurt.

They all nod, but it was clear that what did happen, shook them up a bit.

“It was just these two guys, they wouldn’t leave us alone, and it was clear that they were really drunk.” Timera responded. “Who knows what could’ve happened? I mean, they kept touching us and we tried to get them to leave us alone, but they didn’t want to leave.”

You nod, putting your hand on Aaliyah’s knee, giving it a small squeeze. You also become very aware that Shawn has not made his way back to the car, but was instead scoping out the area.

“Can you please go get Shawn, Y/N?” Aaliyah asks. “We want to leave.” She shakily says.

You just nod, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car, walking towards Shawn.

“Baby, let’s go. The girls just want to go home.” You say, wrapping your hand around his bicep.

His intense stare at the park ends, as he looks at you.

“I was worried this would happen.” He says.

You shake your head and wrap your arm around his waist and pushing your hand on his chest, trying to turn him around and go back to the car.

“It’s okay, nothing happened, let’s just go before something does, okay?” You try to knock some sense into him and he looks at you before he nods, and kisses your temple - both of you getting in the car.

“I love you, Aaliyah, shit, you’re not going to one of these by yourselves again, okay? Next time, ask me or Y/N to go with you, or both of us - we wouldn’t mind if it meant keeping you girls safe.” Shawn says, turning the car around.

“I love you too, Shawn, and we willl, I promise. Thanks, for coming to the rescue.”

“It’s my duty as your older brother to rescue you.” Shawn laughs lightly, grabbing your hand to hold. “And it’s my job as your boyfriend to rescue you as well.”

You smirk, shaking your head.

“Babe, it’s you who needs the rescuing.” You kid around.

He lightly pushes your side, laughing, before you lean over the console to kiss his cheek.

“You two are so cute.” Mishyia says, swooning.

“I know, it’s gross. But, Y/N is awesome, so it’s good.” Aaliyah says, back to her usual self.

You smile to yourself.


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Most cherished - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Most cherished

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,168

Warnings: None

Prompt: Can you write a story where it’s placed in season 11 of supernatural and the reader is a very powerful angel or is chuck’s actual daughter but doesn’t know it yet and Lucifer gives very big hints and is the only person that can stop amara and dean from giving in to amara.Can you also make it a deanxreader? Thank you SO much for even considering the idea.

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Originally posted by corteasolo

“Right, because there is nothing and nobody else that could stop auntie Amara from going all Terminator on us huh?” Castiel- Lucifer, you tried each and every time to remind yourself, said with a smirk as he glanced at Chuck. The man – well, not exactly – gave him a stern look and you shared a look with Sam for a moment.

“Alright- enough.” Dean spoke up sternly “You either stop it or spill everything.”

“Spill what? I don’t have anything to spill.” the devil shrugged as he leaned back in his chair casually.

“All I am saying is how I wish there was someone that could step in and help setting balance. Right dad?” he looked at Chuck who had a clenched jaw, a dark look on his face.

“Someone” you repeated the word and he looked at you with a shrug.

“Lucifer what- what are you trying to say?” Sam frowned at him.

“Me? Oh nothing.” he shook his head “I mean- sure it would be ideal if someone of great power could, in cooperation with dad, help lock my beloved aunt away or- you know, help the older Winchester get his mind straight.” he looked at Dean with a knowing smirk and he looked caught in the act for a moment. He looked between all three men and in the end at you, his eyes almost wide and red. He pursed his lips and looked away in almost shame. You knew you very well why.

“Yeah well-” Lucifer made a face “If only there was someone-” he smirked slightly “That he loved too much so that. She won’t be able to control his heart with-”

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All Mine

Rating: M

Word Count: 1,910 

Warnings: cursing, smut, rough sex, jealousy, hickies, fighting

Synopsis: Y/N doesn’t like how close Calum and Nia have gotten over the tour.

I am not hating on Nia, she was literally the only person from Hey Violet it could think of so, yeah


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