and those feelings are angst mostly ; ;

I’m an idiot

Jason x reader imagine. You are a batkid and joined the Outlaws because of your boyfriend, Jason. It’s a quiet night at home but SHIT GOES DOWN cuz lets be real, you live with the 3 most melodramatic vigilantes on the planet. This is mostly fluff, but also some angst so prepare urself for a multitude of feels. 

It was one of those nights. You, Kori, and Roy were home resting from a long mission- while Jason was off to “put that motherfucking drug dealer down, with a hailstorm of bullets” as he so poetically stated before he left.  The three of you had settled down on the couch and were watching some cheesy rom com on HBO. As the film was droning on, your bored eyes wandered around the room, finally landing on Roy who was on his 3rd bowl of popcorn. In your tired state, your gaze settled on his ginger locks. It’s so beautiful you thought. You continued to stare at his hair with your mouth open- I wanna touch ittt. Run my hands through it, it’s so luscious, so beautiful. Ughh I so wanna braid it!!- your mind raced. Your once tired eyes lit up with gleeful determination. You gently nudged Kori who was sitting in between you and Roy. She turned around to give you a puzzled look. You leaned in quietly “Kori, oh my god, we have to braid Roy’s hair”. Your galactic friend looked even more puzzled as she asked “What is braiding?” “Oh my god Kori you have not lived” You said in a state of shock “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. We just have to hold Roy down. There’s no way in hell he’s letting us touch his hair.” you continued. Kori was now completely intrigued by the proposition of braiding Roy’s hair and asked “What shall we do now?” You gently leaned past Kori’s shoulder to look at Roy who was loudly munching his popcorn and looking at the movie, oblivious to the plan his two teammates were concocting. “Ok- you continued to whisper “on the count of 3 we jump him. You hold his arms down and I’ll tie them with the scarf” you stated, motioning to the garment on the coffee table. Kori nodded seriously “I am ready.” “ok- you whispered excitedly “ one.. two.. THREE!!” Before that poor boy had a chance to process what was going on, Kori jumped and straddled him while pinning his arms down. You made a mad dash for the scarf and ran to tie his hands. “AAAHHH GUYS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING” Roy screamed. “It’s for the greater good Roy.” you exclaimed as

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The Painful Wait. PART 1 (DarylxReader)

Hi guys! I got really bored and came up with this idea of a short Daryl story.

Y/N and Daryl have been close ever since the group took her in when they found her on a supply run. Daryl is extremely overprotective and when the group is attacked by a herd of walkers one night, Daryl gets on her last nerve when he locks her in a cell and refuses to let her help. They get into a huge fight and both of them say some hurtful things. Daryl goes out on a supply run by himself to clear his head, but takes longer than he said he’d be. Days go by and Y/N is a wreck. She can’t stop thinking about their fight and what could’ve been her possible last words to the man she trusts the most. 

(Set in the hiatus between seasons three and four )

Btw guys, requests are open if any of y'all want to dm me for fanfics/one shots/drabble✌🏼

Warnings- strong language, mentions of parental abuse, walker attacks and killings, kind of dirty thoughts and almost smut? mostly fluff & angst tbh


I woke up. Again. Another night. Another nightmare. Sweat glazes over my brow and my chest is still heaving from the familiar feeling of being drowned. When it all happened… when everyone started to turn, my father didn’t see a way out. He thought it would be better for my sisters and I to die by his hand rather than those of the ‘ungodly undead’. He took me, my little sister Elise and my youngest sister Allie out to the river in our back yard, sat us down and had lunch with us. It was nice. But before I knew it, he had Elise and Allie’s heads under the water. They thrashed and struggled but only for a little while, before their movement halted completely. I was too shocked to move. He looked at me with a glare of madness and despair behind his eyes and lunged towards me. I almost got away the first time around, but he caught my ankle and dragged me backwards. While I was being dragged into the water, I grabbed the bread knife that Dad had brought outside with the rest of the picnic, and as he began to attempt to end my life, I waved the knife around above me in a blind panic until he released my neck and I heard a muffled yelp. I resurfaced and saw my father, helpless and bleeding. The knife had gone straight through his eye socket. 
So, what else could I do but run? I took the bread knife with me for defence against whatever was waiting for me on the outside. 
I lasted a pretty long time by myself. Maybe a year? I don’t know, I lost track of time. But that’s when starvation began to kick in. All the food in the stores had either expired or been stolen. I was the food.
And I sure as hell would’ve been if they hadn’t found me. 
Carl was the first to spot me. It was funny because he was the one who told the others to forget it. Rick and Michonne debated whether they should bring me back to wherever they were going. But amongst all of the debating and arguments, it was Daryl who finally gave in, and quite wisely uttered the words, “fuck it”, taking me in and essentially saving my life.
Ever since, I’ve been part of the family. Carol is like my mom. It’s refreshing, because I don’t remember my real mom all that well. Hershel helped clean me up after they brought me back and has recently been teaching me a load of medical stuff so I can help him out. He struggles, only having a leg and a half. Maggie and Beth support me when I break down. They understand because they’ve lost basically all of their family too. Rick taught me how to shoot and asked me the three all important questions. And Daryl? Daryl and I have been inseparable since.
Anyway, back to now.
Tears stream down my face and I try to get my heart rate back to its regular steady beat. Suddenly, I feel a presence at the door of my cell. It’s Beth, and a wave of comfort washes over me because I know she understands. She gets the nightmares too, you see. About her mom and the rest of her family.

“Hey… Hey, you’re alright…” She coos as she takes a seat on my bunk.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” I ask, wiping away my tears.

“I was already awake and then I heard you, thought I could be of some help. Even though…” she trails off.

“What?” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“I know who you really want here.” Beth smirks.

I roll my eyes and giggle a little, as I know exactly what she means. Beth has this fantastical theory that Daryl and I have feelings for each other. I mean, she’s not completely wrong. I’ve developed some feelings for Daryl, being around him 24/7. I haven’t told anyone, not even Beth.

“Shut up, you’re delusional.” I giggle.

“I can go get him if you like? In all seriousness. I know how close you two are and he might do a better job than me.” She offers.

I dwell on the idea for a moment, but I’m soon to deny Beth’s offer when I consider that Daryl had a long day and needs his sleep too. He and Rick barely made it back today.

“No… no, I’ll be okay, it’s unfair on him if he gets woken up because of me. I can’t constantly expect him to wait on me hand and foot every time I have a bad dream. Ain’t right. I’ll just go back to sleep, I’m pretty spent. Thanks anyway, I appreciate it.“ I smile politely.

She returns the smile and begins to walk away, but halts at the door and turns around.

“He likes you, you know. I see the way he looks at you. Haven’t seen anyone look at anybody like that since my Mama was alive. You should seriously talk to him.”


“Please don’t deny it anymore, Y/N. I can see straight through the both of you.” She smirks and walks away. I fall back, my head hitting the cold pillow and I let out a long, exasperated sigh.


The next morning, I take a stroll around, grabbing some water and saying my hello’s to Carol, Maggie, Hershel and Glenn, who are all sitting around a table, taking a break.

“Mornin’ guys.” I yawn.

“You mean afternoon,” Hershel chuckles.

“Honey, mornin’ came and went.” Carol laughs sweetly.

“No sleep?” Glenn asks.

“Not a whole lot, Glenny boy.” I reply, rubbing my eyes.

Maggie laughs at my nickname for her lover and rests her head on his shoulder. Rick walks in, sweating and panting, laughing at god knows what. Probably something Michonne said. If Beth is expecting romance, she should expect it from those two, not Daryl and myself.

“Ah look, the dead has decided to rise.” Rick jokes.

“Nothing new there, then.” I retort.

“Well since you’re finally awake, you can go help Daryl keep watch.” The sound of Daryl’s name lifts my spirits up and a smile graces over my face.

“Gun?” I request.

“Tower.” Rick replies. I nod and follow his order, making my way over to the tower.

I reach the top after climbing countless stairs and see Daryl watching over the prison with his crossbow, pacing and waiting for someone- or something- to even try to make an attempt on us.

“Hey Hawkeye, you miss me?” I say, causing him to jump at first, but his tensed-up posture eases at the sound of my voice.

“You’re awake, thought I’d never see the day.” Daryl smirks.

“Shut your face, Dixon,” I laugh. “Barely got any sleep last night.”

“What? Why?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just another nightmare.” I tell him, knowing exactly what’s coming.

“Why didn’t you come and get me? Or at least come into my cell?” There it is.

“Daryl, you had a rough day yesterday and I wasn’t going to be selfish and wake you up.” I sigh.

“I don’t care, you know I give more shits about you than I do about me and-”

“Daryl!” I cut him off. “I’ll wake you up in future, but you barely made it back alive yesterday. You needed as much rest as possible. Plus, Beth was there, she spoke to me a little and then I went back to sleep, it’s no big deal.”

“I just worry about you, y'know?” Daryl sighs, looking at the ground and awkwardly shuffling his feet.

“And I’m so glad that I have you around.” I step towards him and lift his chin so his eyes meet mine. “But I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. Lord knows I did for a year. You just need to relax a little bit when it comes to me, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. I’m sorry.” He smiles lightly.

We stay stood in that very spot for what seems like endless moments.

Make a move, damnit! Make a move!

“Goddamn it, just bang already!” Beth’s voice yells up to us, breaking our concentration.

I clear my throat and step back, pussying out once again.

“So… Seen anything interesting?” I ask, hoping to God that he doesn’t dwell on Beth’s comments.

“Aside from you? Not a whole lot,” he laughs.

What the fuck, was that flirting? Did he just… don’t overthink it, idiot. It was probably nothing.

“You flatter me, Daryl Dixon, you really do.” I smile gently as a lean against the balcony next to my shotgun.

Daryl continues to look over the yards, watching the fences with his crossbow at the ready. Seeing him like this, so protective and strong… let’s just say I don’t have the cleanest of thoughts. His arms tense every single time he sees movement, making me bite my lip just to control myself from audibly groaning. I can only imagine it would feel to kiss him. How we’d start off slow, then really get into it. How I’d jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and he’d push me up against the wall and move his lips to my neck… sucking, biting as I entangle my fingers in his hair and tug on it because I’m so ridiculously turned on and he’d moan into the kiss… Oh my God, what am I doing? I hate to say it, but Beth’s right. I need to talk to him, because this ain’t healthy in the slightest.

“Hey Daryl?” I say.

“Yeah Darlin’?” He responds.

“Y'ever think about stuff?” I ask.

“I think about a lot of stuff, sugar. Gonna have to elaborate.” He replies, his eyes still locked on the ground.

“Just… I don’t know. Ignore me.” I chuckle.

Suddenly intrigued, Daryl turns his head towards me, a smirk ghosting across his lips.

“Come on now, you know I can’t ignore you if I tried.”

“Stuff like finding peace and whatever. Imagine what it’d be like to be finally happy with where you’re at. Like Glenn and Maggie. They’re happy.” I sigh, looking at the floor and twiddling my thumbs.

“You mean settlin’ down?” I look up and Daryl’s directly in front of me.

“Yeah. Somethin’ like that.” I grin.

Daryl and I patrol the tower for a few more hours, laughing, joking and talking about everything and nothing at the same time until Carl and Beth come to takeover.

Later on, in the evening, I take a book from the library and take it back to my cell, light some candles that Glenn bought back on a run, climb up to the top bunk and relax. I attempt to get comfortable, but the knots in my shoulders prevent me from such a luxury. I rub them slightly and hiss at the aching, just as Daryl walks past my door.

“You good?” He asks, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, it’s just my back, it’s killing me.” I groan.

Daryl wanders into my cell and jumps up onto the top bunk next to me.

“Turn around,” he instructs.

I do as he says and face away from him, taking a deep breath in, trying to stop myself from feeling so damn tense. All of the stress flies away when his calloused hands firmly rub my back and shoulders. I hum in satisfaction and euphoria, my muscles easing under his blissful touch.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I breathe out.

“The least I can do, sugar.” He chuckles.

Amidst the calming aroma of the candles and my mind finally calming itself down, I feel my hair being moved from over my left shoulder to down my back, followed by long, lingering kisses on the side of my neck.

“Daryl…” I moan in a whisper.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Daryl mumbles. “You’re all I think about, darlin’… you’re all I want.” He seductively whispers.

“Oh, fuck it.” I groan, turning around and slamming my lips into his, grabbing at his vest and tearing it off of his torso like a kid opening a gift on Christmas morning.

“God, I need you,” Daryl moans while his hands roam around my body. “We need to be quiet. That is, if you really want this?” He asks, breaking the feverish kiss momentarily to double check that I’m ready and sure.

I brush his hair out of his eyes, and kiss his forehead. “I literally don’t want anything else.”

Daryl’s lips find their way back to mine, and his hands rest at the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him as I straddle his lap.

However, the moment the tips of my fingers reach his belt buckle and he gets my shirt half way up my body, when we hear distressed yelling from downstairs.

“You hear that?” I ask worriedly.

“Walkers! Everyone! Walkers! There’s too many! They broke through!” Carl’s voice echoes through the halls, troubling everyone. The sound of rushing and panic already rings through the prison.
Daryl and I spring into action, leaping off of the top bunk and re-clothing. I blow out the candles and grab my gun, but to my dismay, I hear the dreaded sound of a lock and key. I spin around to see that Daryl has locked me in my cell, leaving me completely helpless.

“Daryl? Daryl, what the fuck! Let me out!” I shout after running up to the cell door and grabbing onto the bars.

“I ain’t risking you getting hurt, Y/N. You’re staying here, end of discussion.” He orders.

“Bullshit! Let me out right now, you son of a bitch!” I yell, shaking the door.

“You need to be quiet!” He snarls through gritted teeth.

“Daryl don’t do this… either you let me out or you stay in here with me. It’s both of us out there or neither. I can’t lose you.” I begin to sob.

“I have to go…” he murmurs, puts my cell’s key in his pocket and runs off to fight.

“Daryl! Daryl, stop! Fuck!” I scream, falling to my knees.

And that’s it. I’m alone. All alone. Not for long though, as I hear the horrifically familiar sound of the throaty moans of Walkers. I immediately rush to my gun and start shooting at the floor below, hitting every Walker that manages to make its way past the threshold. However, even though I manage to kill multiples of them, I run out of rounds and the shots have attracted many more towards me. With nothing sharp or long enough to do enough damage to the brain in my cell, I have no choice but to sit away from the barred door and press my back to the wall as the bloodthirsty undead reach hungrily for my uninfected flesh. I can’t even try to be brave, as if I get close to them, one of them could scratch me and that would be it for little old me.
Moments later, the growling and grunting comes to a sudden halt. I look up from my huddled form to find Rick kicking bodies away from my cell.

“The hell are you doin’ in here!?” Rick yells. Rage sets in as I remember the very reason I’ve been stuck in this god forsaken room while my family risked their lives.

“Ask fucking Daryl, he’s the one who locked me in!” I bellow.

“Goddamn it… where’s the key?”

“Daryl put it in his pocket.” I grumble, sitting on the bottom bunk, attempting to calm myself down so I don’t beat Daryl’s ass when I see him. After a few moments, I hear a key enter the lock of my cell door and anger takes over again until I realise that its in fact Maggie and not Daryl.

“Maggie, are you alright? Is everyone okay?” My rage is blindsided my frantic worry and panic.

“We all made it, we’re okay. Sasha got a little winded, but she’s good,” Maggie finally gets the door open. “Now, before you do anything rash-”

I cut her off mid-sentence by pushing past her and rushing to Daryl to have some damn words.

I spot him walking back up to the building with Glenn, and once more, my temper sets off, causing me to run at him with everything I have. I almost get to him before Rick and Michonne hold me back, preventing me from doing any damage.

“You fucker! How fucking could you!? You asshole, you made me sit and wait while everyone else could’ve been dying!” I shriek.

“I was protecting you!” He yells back in defence.

“Protecting me!? I don’t give a damn about me!”

“But I do!” Daryl cries out, my anger subsiding for a moment.

“Let me go.” I whisper to Michonne and Rick.

“You sure?” Rick asks.

“Do we need to stay close so you don’t go bat shit again?” Michonne offers. Normally I’d laugh, but she’s right.

“No. I won’t hurt him, we just need to talk.” I sigh.

The others begin to walk away, and I swear I hear Glenn make a remark wishing Daryl luck.

“What… what the fuck was that?” My voice is shaky because I’m trying so hard to keep back my frustration.

“I wasn’t about to let you get hurt, damn it!” Daryl exclaims.

“Not fucking cool, Dixon. I had every right to be out here with the rest of you, but you forced me to wait. I’m so sick of you being so damn overprotective. It’s suffocating.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless, I wouldn’t need to be!” He argues.

“Reckless? Are you fucking kidding me? Honestly, Daryl? I care about you, but sometimes I want to fucking shoot you.” I growl.

“Yeah? Do it. Go for it, tough guy.”

“Screw you, Dixon.” I hold back tears, both angry and heartbroken.

“You’re a damn child, y'know that? Juvenile, even.”

“Go to hell, asshole.” I scoff and storm back to the prison.

When I reach the doors, Beth is the first to rush over to me. I’d say Beth is my best friend. I love all of these guys with everything I have, but Beth is truly like my little sister.

“What happened?” Beth queries, obviously worried.

“I don’t… I can’t… please don’t make me talk about it,” I sob.

“Come on, let’s go to my room, you can stay in there tonight.” Beth kindly offers, followed by my appreciative acceptance.

The following morning, I get up early and help Hershel clean up some left over group members with some head wounds and some infected cuts, only after he asks if I’m okay. I just simply nod and tell him I’m over it, which is clearly a lie, but I can see that he doesn’t want to intrude.
When we’re finished up, I ask Rick if I can help out in anyway, but he just tells me to relax because ‘he’s never seen me so unhinged’. Mr Grimes ain’t one for sugar coating.
I return to my cell and pick up the book I fetched from the library last night and continue from where I stopped. And to think I stopped because of something that could’ve completely changed the course of today. My mind wanders back to last night, reminiscing about how his hands felt like electricity on my skin, how his lips were perfectly moulded to fit with mine, how warm he was… how safe he made me feel.
Carol appears at my doorway with a sweet smile and a cup of water in her hand.

“How ya doin’?” She asks and hands me the water.

“I’m alright, I guess. Just feelin’ kinda shitty after the whole thing with me and Daryl last night. Feel kinda bad about what I said to him. Told him to go hell.” I say, almost ashamed of myself.

“Sweetheart, if I know you and Daryl, and believe me I do, you’ll be just fine. You must’ve had good reason to say those things. And plus, he’ll get over it. It is Daryl after all. The man can’t hold a grudge.” She laughs.

“I guess so. I should probably talk to him, shouldn’t I?” I sigh.

“Damn straight. He’ll be back later, I’ll tell everyone to give you some alone time.”

“Wait… he’ll be back? Where did he go?” I ask.

“He went on a supply run. Said he needed to clear his thoughts.” Carol answers.

“Who’s he with?”

“He went by himself.”

The words echo through my mind like a train in a tunnel. How could anyone let him go by himself? Especially when he’s in this kind of state?

“I need to go out and find him. He can’t be alone right now, anything could happen, I have to go-”

“Y/N, calm down! Daryl is perfectly capable of handling himself. He’ll back back real soon. I promise.”

A part of me wants to believe Carol, it really does.
But the logical side of me doesn’t believe a damn word.

lxncekogane  asked:

Hi Mogi! Are there any Klance fics that you would recommend? Thanks :)

Oh good golly gosh, here goes my afternoon, because youre about to get a shit ton. xD

If you want to peruse my bookmarks feel free. the link has been filtered down to only klance fics, enjoy your time sifting through 150+ fics ^^; (i have no self control)  And then theres any of my stuff here because i need validation and have no shame with self plugs, but ill put the focus on the other fics for right now. ^^

But here are the ones i reallllyyyy recommend outside of the big name fics that literally the whole fandom knows about.:

Make Me Your Home by Reader115

Summary: “Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”Update: Now with ART by suitboxers!!
WC: 38169 (6/6)
General Notes: just, omg? this fic has like it all, and it all fits into s2?? yes please?? i could not get enough of this fic and talking with the author, there is a rumor that they might write an epilogue and i like high key died. 10/10

Today, anew by MemeKonVLD

Summary: “Lance.”Lance’s eyebrows furrow in concern for a second before his whole face goes gentle and open.“Hey buddy, everything okay?”Keith nods. Then shakes his head, then opens his mouth to let out a noisy sob before he’s hugging the air out of Lance, grip vise tight.Lance hugs him back. That’s one of the great things about him— he doesn’t— he doesn’t need explanations for things like this. He doesn’t make Keith jump through hoops, the way other people might— he’s just— he just knows what Keith needs in times like this. No façades, no posturing.(Or: the one where Keith is trapped in a time loop. A time loop from hell.)
WC: 5910 (6/6 chapters)
General Notes: this was interesting to say the least, and one of my latest reads. I really enjoyed, told from Keiths pov and he’s stuck in a time loop. Angsty, but has a happy ending. 8/10

Voltron Cafe by PinkHitman

Summary:  Lance is the number one butler at a maid cafe, and his number one customer? Just his old High School rival Keith.
WC: 66422 (14/?)
General Notes: This is really funny and quirky. Lance is adorable in all his dorky glory. The whole team is there and i cant count the times ive had to stifle laughter reading it because it was 3am and i really needed to sleep but, hey what are you going to do xD theres also a blog @voltron-cafe and the art is just as quirky as the fic and i love it to all get out. 9/10

a truth in the blood by angstinspace

Summary: “I’m Galra, Lance.”It’s the first time he’s said those words out loud––and to Lance of all people. He should feel horrified at himself but somehow, he doesn’t. In fact, an eerie calmness has settled over him. Everything comes sharply into focus as he stands there, still holding Lance’s wrist, breathing in and out, waiting for a response. A post “Blade of Marmora” fix-it fic. Mostly broganes & klance bonding.
WC: 7489
General Notes: So theres a little bit of angst in this, but it does a really good job of filling in the blanks of what could have happened between ep8 and ep9 of s2. I really liked it, has some Broganes in there and Klance bonding. 8/10

Starlight by epiproctan

Summary: For once, Lance tries to be responsible for something. Namely, his feelings. Needless to say it doesn’t go well.
WC: 7719
General Notes: Lance pov, honestly this boy tries so hard to keep the team dynamic the same, but it never goes well. goes with the trope that EVERYONE knows about mutual pining klance, but goes a different direction just for the hell of it. i loved it. 9/10

He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

Summary: In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters.
WC: 64888 (13/13)
General Notes: holy fuck do i love this fic, cuz like, wow. Im a sucker for dragons and i loved the way the author inocrporated them into this fic and made it freaking work. A+++. Lots of action, drama-rama and Lance learns a thing or two about hs feelings along the way. 10/10

Burning Love by TeaAndKittens

Summary: An injury sustained on the job for firefighter Keith means an extended medical leave that makes him feel useless and angry. He’s so desperate to get back to his crew at Station 5 that he’s almost willing to try anything - except yoga. Especially after Hunk calls this friend of his that owns a yoga studio and Keith gets supporting evidence for his claim that only crazy people practice yoga.Somehow, despite all of that, Hunk and Shiro manage to bully him into at least trying it. He shows up for that first class expecting to hate it. What he’s not expecting is for Hunk’s friend to be hot like the fire of a thousand suns. Or even more insane in person.Or: Keith’s life. So Hard.
WC: 7017 (2/?)
General Notes: Firefighter Keith and yoga instructor lance,,, um yes please! this fic is just getting started but i really love it so far. 8/10

Sharps and Accidentals by Zizzani

Summary: Keith is a talented up and coming violin virtuoso. Lance hates him immediately.Or an AU in which Lance and Keith both attend the same music university. Keith is deaf. Lance is Trying™.
WC: 39528 (9/?)
General Notes: ok, so i just really love this a lot. im a band nerd so music is like my thing, and this is honestly great. Deaf keith, and lance… poor lance, hes trying ok? Im a couple updates behind, but i really love it a lot. 9/10

bouncing off exit signs by steelthighsvoideyesSummary:

Summary: This is the story of two absolute idiots who keep searching for what they’ve already found.
WC: 40147 (yes on chap xD)
General Notes: this is like one of those comfort fics for me, i binged it one night, and it was amazing. Based off the song Closer by The Chainsmokers. honeslty, well done. 10/10

Duly Noted by TeaAndKittens

Summary: Keith has a box full of scraps of paper, a lovingly archived collection of all the notes Lance has written him so far in their relationship. Their son has a box just like it, and soon their newly adopted daughter will too.Or: 5 (-ish) notes Lance wrote to Keith, beginning with the one that started it all, and 1 Keith wrote back
WC: 4913
General Notes: this was so fucking cute that i really couldnt stop smiling the whole way through. lance leaving notes everywhere is just so him. 10/10

The Quiet by MilkTeaMiku

Summary: Does he not realise he’s dead?Keith can see ghosts. As a part of his Garrison training, he’s sent to a hospital to do one year of medical clerkship - it’s there that he meets a charmingly irritating ghost who definitely needs to learn what boundaries are.
WC: 38000 (19/?)
General Notes: Stop reading this list and fucking read this oh my gawd. It is that good, go on, shoo 10/10

Flirting with Death by drippingpen

Summary: Keith commits the ultimate taboo as a grim reaper: he saves a life.More specifically, he saves Lance’s life.Now they are forever linked, unable to survive without the other. Keith must protect Lance from the forces that are trying to right Keith’s wrong and kill Lance.
WC: 29346 (9/?)
General Notes: yoooo, my friend is reading this, and she is doing such a great job with it. Grim Reaper Keith and lance is high key supposed to be dead, and its awesome. Pidge is as nosey as ever and Hunk is pure™. give it a read, really. 10/10

Days Like Today by literal_trashbaby

Summary: For all Lance’s snarking and posturing, all that easy, cheery confidence, for all his charm and his pretty, pretty smiles (which absolutely did not make Keith a little weak in the knees, no sir). Just every now and then, Keith thought his smile would go just a tiny bit tight around the edges, and he’d go just a little quiet… well, quiet for Lance. And on the days when Lance was just that little bit… Not-Lance, like a force of nature he would, without fail, pull one side of his lower lip into his mouth and just chew on it, destroying those poor, perfect lips. Days like today.OR: Lance is Having a Day and Keith is somehow the only person to notice.
WC: 3159
General Notes: I love it when people write Keith picking up on Lance’s tendencies, its so freaking cute and my heart cannot handle. 9/10

so why don’t we fall by akinghtley

Summary: Five times Lance used a pet name for Keith, and one time Keith used one for Lance.Keith has no basis for having a relationship with someone, so he’s trying to follow Lance’s lead.
WC: 8218
General Notes: NSFW saying that now. but i love pet names, and this was all so cute. Touch of angst, but it makes up for it with fluff. I love it. 9/10

I think tht does it for fic recs rn, i could literally go through all of my bookmarks and list every one of them, but lets face it that would take forever.

Hope you enjoy all that fics!

Mysterious Hazelnut Pt. IX | REAL CHAPTER

Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista.

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: Kind of Angst. Language. 

A/N: THIS IS A REAL CHAPTER LOL I’m kinda sorry for fooling y’all on April Fools into thinking that chapter real. This chapter is really long and it’s mostly backstory and introduction of new characters into the history. Really hope you guys like this, if you do, please leave me a comment or message? I love those and motivate me so much. Feedback makes me feel like this is not crap lol Anyway! Enjoy and till the next one! xoxox.

The road back to the place you once called home was just like you remembered it; dark, empty and long. While Dean and Melissa drove in Dean’s SUV, you were holding onto Sam on his Harley. Scott noticed your boyfriend’s good taste for wheels, you saw it in his smug stare as he watched you hop on the bike.

Riding alongside Scott for two days straight, brought memories of the long rides you would take with him. Some of the were just for fun, others would be club business related. It didn’t matter the reasons behind them, riding alongside your brother was something you used to enjoy deeply. The both of you would put aside the club and have fun, it didn’t matter how short it lasted.

The Wolves of California wasn’t just a motorcycle club, it was a lifestyle, it was a family and one that came with a price. To be part of that life you needed to be dedicated and that wasn’t something you wanted to be a part of after Max died. His recent death overshadowed the good memories, after his funeral your eyes opened.

“Welcome to Charming,” you mumbled as the sign became something on Sam’s bike rear mirror.

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I haven’t re-watched s7 since pre-s8, to be honest, so it’s kind of like I’m watching things in reverse by doing this “whouffle rewatch”. I know what’s going to happen but I haven’t seen the beginning in almost three years, and it’s a really interesting thing to see.

There’s a lot on my mind right now, but one thing I’m picking up on is that, when you watch the beginnings knowing what’s to come, it’s really easy to pick up on things that become carryovers,or themes, or plot points. Funny enough, for all the bickering and favorites people have, and for how much people say 10 and 11 are very similar…I’m picking up on a loooot of things that 11 and 12 are similar about.

You mostly have to be viewing this from a certain lens, probably, with that lens being the relationship of Clara and the Doctor. Not necessarily a romantic relationship, but their functioning as two characters. I think, mayhaps, people remember 11 as being more excited and cute and more “human”, but when it comes to Clara, he’s really at a loss for what to do. He’s flustered when she makes flirty comments at him and his brain goes into overdrive before shutting down and being grumpy. He catches himself having moments of affection and then forces himself out of it - played more for comedy but there’s a bit of angst probably into play too. He is insistent on her safety but at the same time doesn’t stop her from intervening in the adventure to do a dangerous thing.

What I see with 11 and what I think of with 12, is take all those visible reactions and emotions 11 has, and then just internalize that. 12′s exterior is much more withdrawn and lowkey; he doesn’t have the manic energy that 11 does (mostly in s8, you see him opening up in s9 but he’s still more subdued overall). However, all those emotions and feelings with Clara he’s still harboring, which bled out in s8 when either Clara wasn’t around, or indirectly. 12 doesn’t do flirting until it’s riding up on a tank strumming “Pretty Woman” in s9, but he does clearly show jealousy when Clara gets herself a boyfriend. But his style isn’t direct, his style is being obtusely indirect - robbing a bank, which to Clara is just an adventure, but clearly to him it’s a date.

What I see more than anything is that 11 and 12, despite clearly being different actors and different facets of the same character, are of course, the same core character. We see 10 and the War Doctors taking a shine to Clara, but there’s a lot more layers (obviously) when you get the Doctors that she traveled with on the long term. 11 was hearteyes who told himself it was improper to be flirting, 12 is stern and gives off the vibe of it being improper to flirt but he just can’t contain it and eventually he just says “who cares”. But they both have intense affection for Clara, though from radically different phases in their life - 11 thinking he was the end, 12 being what was born from a fresh start. Clara his last hurrah, Clara his savior and granter of new life.

One of Those Fears

BestFriend!Archie x Reader x BestFriend!Jughead

Request: Can i request a reader x Archie and jughead where they’re best friends and they’re super close. y/n has a huge fear of dentists but she needs to go and she’s scared so jug and archie help keep her calm and they make her go even though she doesnt want to because its for her own good? just fluff and some angst please thank u

A/N: Second fanfiction is here!! So Y/N does have a breakdown but it’s mostly Archie helping her. I feel like the ending was kind of rushed but I really had no idea what else I could write. Anyway I hope you enjoy this!

Word Count: 1211

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, anxiety attack

Summary: Y/N has a fear of the dentist and her yearly checkup is now due.

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

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I am here for you. (Pt. 6)

A/N: Wheeeeeeeee i’m sorry ;-; you know.. school. This feels like a standard excuse lmao, but it’s really true forgive mee

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff + (mostly) angst

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5Part 6


Originally posted by noxarcanax

Not knowing what to do, what to respond, or how to react to his painful question you took a step backwards, stepping on one of the big boxes causing you to trip. But luckily you grabbed the table behind you on time.

As Taehyung approached you, slowly, goosebumps started to climb all over your body. Those eyes of him, like always, piercing into yours, making you shiver.

“(Y/N), why are you trying to push me away.. if you still love me? Why are you making it harder for me, to get close to you? Why is it, that even if you still love me, you are doing even the most impossible to get away from me?”

He was now in front of you, not even an inch closer and he was about to touch you.

Speechless for a long moment, you did nothing but stare at him. Your face was burning of embarrassment, wondering why on earth you had ever thought to put that picture on your nightstand. He put both hands next to your body, on the table, crossing your arms which also, were holding onto the border of the table behind you, trembling in fear. Heart beating faster and faster, you saw how he licked his pale lips at the sight of yours. “W-we should talk, Tae.” you muttered as you put a hand in front of your mouth.

He grabbed your arm and pushed it away, as he belittled the distance between your faces. You could feel his breath on your neck, and your body burning as if you were facing a fire.

“Talk about what? There’s nothing to talk about.. the only thing I just want right now is you, (y/n). Can’t you understand?”

What are you doing (y/n)? He’s playing with you. Why are you making him take control over you and your emotions?

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crimson-snowdrift  asked:

Hello! I found BSD and got into Soukoku about two weeks ago or so. The beautiful content for Soukoku this fandom has to offer has inspired me to get back into writing (and you're one of those people who creates such content~). Now can I ask for some advice? Can you give me some good pronoun-like substitutes/(legit adjs) for "Dazai" and "Chuuya"? Sometimes I feel like "he" and the "him" can get confusing(either could be doing stuff) & feels too redundant. English is not my first language so.. ;^;

Hi there! Welcome to the skk fandom~~ (we have lots of death and angst LOL) 

this is by no means a complete list of the different pronouns u can uses, but these are what i commonly tend to go with. sorry i’m not very creative HAHA 

so mostly for Dazai i tend to use 

-the brunet

-the detective

-the taller man 

-the useless waste of space wrapped in bandages… jk don’t use this i was just kidding 

basically anything that physically differentiates Chuuya from Dazai is what i like to go for 

now for Chuuya i tend to use 

-the executive 

-the redhead

-the shorter man 

so basically the same idea with Dazai! 

and for both of them, if i use Dazai or Chuuya’s name in the sentence but wanna go back to talking about the other, i tend to use “the other” LOL so like 

“Dazai turned his face towards the other” <- something like this 

i hope this helped somehow! 

another warm welcome to you from me and the rest of the fandom <3 

Imagine blog appreciation post

Hello, hi,
time to give credit where credit is due.

Writing requests is really hard and exhausting and I don’t know how these people do it, but I appreciate them for it.

So here’s a list of my absolute favourite imagine blogs. Go check them out and like and reblog if you want, because that is literally the currency we’re dealing in here.

  • All of these have been updated in the last month and should be active.
  • Small warning: some of these will be nsfw (they tend to tag, tho).

Little Crow


  • My absolute favourite. The birb writes incredibly beautiful prose and is a true inspiration.
  • Fandom: Mostly Kuroko no Basket and Haikyuu.
  • Speciality: Did I mention the pretty prose? Also: heartfelt, on point and very evocative headcanons about minor characters you never considered until that exact post gives you entire stories worth of material.

YoI Central


  • Pretty sure admin Luna is alone and updates several times a day and I don’t know how they do it because ??? the quality does not betray the speed with which these must be written????
  • Fandom: Yuri on Ice
  • Speciality: Fluff headcanons. Like, the innocent, feel-good fluff that helps you through the day. I don’t think they even do angst, which is apt because why would you hurt those precious skaters.

Dazai, why


  • I somehow got to this blog because of a comparison chart about Port Maffia members’… members and I haven’t left since. They’re funny.
  • Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
  • Speciality: They actually do perfectly legit SFW headcanons and scenarios but yeah, my favourite are their NSFW headcanons, because they’re a) very good and b) have a really chill, sort of fun attitude about them? It feels mature and realistic.

Oh boy


  • Very, very nsfw blog that deals, as the name suggests, with mostly dark scenarios. Combines those with really poetic language and metaphor heavy writing style.
  • Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
  • Speciality: Kink. Do tread lightly. I tend to skip the heavier ones, but I’ve also fallen in love with some of the others. They are responsible for what is my favourite Hanamiya piece of all time

Gay skaters


  • Fully SFW headcanon blog. They do some very elaborate matchups as well.
  • Fandom: Yuri on Ice
  • Specialtiy: I really like how detailed their headcanons are? Like they’re extensive, well written paragraphs, usually accompanied by gifs. It’s a really nice read and it’s obvious they put a lot of thought into it.

All hail Ranpo


  • This blog does mostly headcanons.
  • Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
  • Speciality: This is personal preference, but I really like their characterisation of Akutagawa and Ranpo, specifically. Akutagawa because they make him very human, while still keeping to the cold dick persona of the manga. And Ranpo because Ranpo is sheer joy.



  • Full fledged request blog. Admin Nova does memes, headcanons and little scenario’s (or big scenario’s).
  • Fandom: Kuroko no Basket and a little Haikyuu
  • Speciality: Scenario’s. I really like the scenes they paint and their characterisation of fictional athletes. I’m fairly certain Nova is not a native English speaker, which is actually a plus, since it makes for a truly cool and unique writing style.

Haikyuu dream


  • Multi-admin scenario blog. They update quite a lot and they also do, like, sleepover weekends.
  • Fandom: Haikyuu
  • Specialty: This is kinda hard to tell, because they have, I think, five admins who would each have their own speciality. But I highly enjoy their ‘cute’ scenario’s. They have a lot of really funny, light drabbles which in my personal preference sort of fits the fandom rather well.

KnB writing blog


  • A scenario blog run by two sisters.
  • Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
  • Specialty: Angst. I don’t know what it is about KnB, but somehow this fandom always gets the best dark, angsty scenario’s. This blog delivers them in spades.
Yuri on Ice Fic Recs, #2

The first round was so much fun, I’m going to do it again. Here’s another 8 fics that I thoroughly recommend for reading.

Fic Rec List #1 (Fluff, Angst, and WIP worth reading)

All titles include links to the fic (in case your broswer doesn’t show that handy under-line).

Not Quite Fluff, Not Quite Angst:

leave-taking by winchilsea

Moving to St. Petersburg was Yuuri’s idea. Viktor wanted to stay in Hasetsu.

My comment: Victor’s POV of the conversation about moving to St. Petersburg. It’s vaguely more angst than not, since Victor doesn’t want to go, but it’s still a sweet look at the two of them, and the author packs so many atmospheric details in just over a thousand words that you completely understand Victor’s reluctance to leave. Beautiful.


falling through the ice by lagaudiere

Home. Home is Viktor’s sparse St. Petersburg apartment, which is now where Yuri keeps his clothes and his toothbrush and his silver medal, which Viktor hung above the fireplace, and his extensive collection of Viktor Nikiforov posters, because Minako had mailed every one of them from Hatsetsu. (Yuri had shoved them into a drawer, but Viktor put some of his favorites on the fridge, next to the photos he’d had printed of Yuri in his juniors costumes.)

Home, where every time Viktor sees Yuri chattering excitedly to the triplets over Skype or hears Mari complain over the phone about the time difference, he feels guilty for keeping Yuri to himself, as if he’s the one stealing Yuri from the world now.

“What will Viktor Nikiforov’s fans say if he falls like that in competition?” Viktor sighs, not moving. “What will his protégée and rival Yuri Katsuki say?”

My comment: Lovely, with a slight bit more angst than fluff, but the ending is so sweet it’s worth it. Victor’s worries about returning to competitive life (and his own personal life with Yuuri) are what I have to think he’d have on his mind in the second season.


i took no time with the fall by lazulisong

It’s really nice, knowing Victor like this, as a real living person who hates chocolate and sleeps with his dog in his arms like a teddy bear. That he’s obsessed with the perfect selfie and remembers that Yuri doesn’t like carrots. All of those things about Victor, that Yuri gets to find out every day, over and over again.

My comment: The angst stems from the UST in this short fic that is more about Victor falling for Yuuri from Yuuri’s POV – mostly it’s just the delight of meeting someone new and getting to know them, knowing that they’re going to be immensely important to your life. If you like the subtlety of the show, you’re gonna love this.


some things require leaving by idrilka

It still amazes Victor, how much one person can feel like home.

(Or: On leaving and returning.)

My comment: idrilka wrote one of my favorite Check Please fics, so I was thrilled to find out they’re writing YOI too – and this story does not disappoint. It even has two sequels, both of which are much hotter (read: smuttier) than the first, which has gorgeous inner dialogue. All three are beautifully written.


Porn, plot optional (please assume at least a Mature rating on these fics):

Touch and Go by Ashida

Victor couldn’t figure out whether Yuuri Katsuki was utterly dense, truly not interested, or if he was in fact the biggest tease to ever skate the ice.

My comment: Victor’s POV, hot as blazes. Ashida may have just become my favorite porn writer; this hit the perfect notes of frustration and UST that ends in explosive and really, really well-written sex. (Honestly, just go read everything they’ve written, it’s all gonna show up on a rec list eventually.)


you’re like heaven to touch by lazulisong

“Is this because I let you watch American movies as a child,” says Yakov flatly. “The ones where the popular boy gives his coat to the pretty girl?”

Victor puts up both eyebrows in a delicately mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was a fey creature of sixteen and makes Yakov yearn to clip him around the ears now, when he’s twenty-eight. “‘Let’ me?” he says.

My comment: In which we discover that Yuuri is much quicker to figure out (and act upon) Victor’s kinks than Victor actually is. Also, horrified Yurio, which is always a pleasant bonus to any fic involving kissing. (That might be the mom in me talking, though. What’s the point of having kids if you can’t horrify them once in a while?)


Praise Please by surveycorpsjean

Viktor is a good coach. Strict, talented.

But Viktor is kind. He gives praise like a waterfall, overflowing and loud and it makes Yuuri drown.

My comment: Okay, so I’m pretty sure Yuuri isn’t the only one drowning here; I kept drowning in the prose in this fic and forgetting to breathe. Just… lush. And then there’s the sex. Even more lush. Can one say “yum” about sex? If so, yum.


The WIP I’m watching (and you should too)

Winter Song by proantagonist

The set of Yuuri’s mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri’s jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor’s. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words.

Yuuri was aware that at some point—a moment in time he couldn’t quite place—Victor had become his boyfriend.

There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.

My comment: Everything that happens off screen during the show. I swear this is so on point, I’m nearly convinced that proantagonist is one of the show creators. SO FLIPPIN GOOD, OMG. The writing is utterly captivating, the characterizations are perfect, and the sex is fantastic, too, guh.

anonymous asked:

(Request) Jae and Y/n are best Friends since a few months now and he has a crush on her. Someday he wanted that she meet his band mates, Johnny flirted a lot with her even when she has feelings for Jae too. So Jae gets really mad and jealous but still walks her home. In her home then they are having a fight so he confess his feelings and it ends in the bedroom after that(when u Know what i mean😏) Angst & happy ending

A/N: We’re answering a lot of things like this now, so sorry for the wait

  • Jaehyun would always have you insight since you were “his”
      • “His” because you were his best friend and he made sure you never got too close with any other guys-
      • Your mutual crush also sort of gave him the right to claim you although you weren’t ‘official’. It’s one of those crushes that literally everyone knows about and asks when you guys will start dating.
      • Why don’t you date? Mostly because neither of you want to ruin your close friendship, love and being ‘official’ causes all sorts of headaches for couples.
  • Anyway, you were invited over for a party for NCT 127′s comeback! 
  • Of course, you had to congratulate Johnny.
  • At first his gestures seemed innocently kind and you were glad he was so friendly- however, Jaehyun grimaced every time Johnny teasingly nudged you.
  • Jaehyun would eventually intervene slyly, sliding into the conversation, giving Johnny a ‘warning look’ but not conveying his distress or jealousy directly.
  • He’d stick by your side the rest of the night, wary of any advances the others made, brushing them off for you in a playful manner.
  • After the party he’d walk you home like he had promised to do before the night had begun. Awkwardly, the walk would be pretty quiet, Jaehyun pouting to himself.
  • Once you reached your home you’d invite him in, curious why he was so upset.
      • When jealous I think he could get snappish, barking at you childishly, complaining about your closeness with Johnny.
  • However, it would definitely escalate- maybe your first couple-like fight.
      • You’d argue that Johnny was doing nothing wrong, just being friendly. Jaehyun would probably grumble back you secretly liked the attention, enjoying flirting with guys. You’d take that as him calling you a skank or smthng and retort that he doesn’t own you out of defiance.
  • Somehow, most likely his doing, you’d end up in a heated kiss.
  • Impatient to wait any longer and the bit of alcohol in your systems you’d both confess sloppily, greedily groping one another.
  • To be honest he probably wouldn’t even make it to your bedroom, he’d probably just push you onto the sofa, straddling you swiftly, his starved lips branding your sensitive skin.
  • Although he would have started off rather rough, shoving your jacket from your shoulders rudely- I think he’d mellow out slowly. After all, it was your first time together.
  • It’d be a very intimate and emotional experience, definitely not disappointing.
  • After, you two would definitely become a couple and Jaehyun would be sure to give Johnny the message.

Originally posted by zeusmayo

anonymous asked:

Prompts from the list : ok so like 54,55,58 and possibly 59 seems so linked in my head but yeah any of those :') sorry for being indecisive shfshs

;o sorry i took so long jjsjdjs. also i’m just assuming all these prompts are for jongtae cuz thats what i mostly write but feel free to specify + add things to the prompts if you want ;p

also i feel like these 4 prompts could all go into one au, about halfway through writing them i decided to interlink them, although the order might be off :p

send me a prompt! -> prompt list

54. “I’m not good enough for you.”


Taemin chokes then, throwing his pen to the side of his bed as he watches his tears fall onto his journal. Images flicker back and forth in his head as he remembers the other night, when Jonghyun had passed by him, acting like he was a stranger, passed by him with his apparent date for the night- Minseok. He felt like a nobody, and even worse, he knew he’d never be with Jonghyun.

55. “I fell in love with my best friend.”


Minho sighs, then pats a hand on Jonghyun’s knee. “Whats wrong?” He and Jonghyun have been friends for a while now, been through some stuff together, and they’re at a point where they trust each other enough to tell one another personal things. Even when they can’t really help the situation, just listening seems to help the both of them.

“Nothing, it’s know Taemin?”

“Your friend? What about him?”

“I uh, I think I like him..” Jonghyun sighs, letting his head drop so he’s looking down at his thighs.

“Isn’t he- isn’t he with that senior? I forgot his name..Jin..Joon somethi-”

“Jinki,” Jonghyun interrupts. “Lee Jinki, and yeah, they’re together..”

Minho pats his knee a few times, “Shit hyung, I- I don’t know what to say. Do ya wanna hit something? I’ll offer you a free punch, just one though,” Minho pats his stomach and the elder just shrugs.

“Why does this always happen to me?”

“Come on you had it way worse that one time, the guy didn’t even know you existed! You and Taemin, you- you’re friends, best friends, that’s something, huh? And you really liked that guy, too,”

Jonghyun bites his lip then, shaking his head. “Best friends..that’s what we are. Minho help me I- I don’t just like him or really like him I-, I think I’m in love with him, I fell in love with my best friend…so what am I supposed to do now?”

58. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the day I first met you.”


Taemin’s panting, shaking and probably thanking the rain for masking his tears. The rain doesn’t hide his facial expressions though.

“So then why’d you kiss him, huh? Right in front of me, too,“ Taemin shouts, the loud pattering of the rain blanketing the real volume of his voice.

“Because I- I needed you to feel something. I needed to know if you felt the same way.”

“But why would you do that?! You know how bad I was hurting, I thought you didn’t care about me, I didn’t even get a chance to-”

“God, how the hell do I say this? Taemin, I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the day I first met you. From our days in elementary ‘till this moment right now, and probably for a hell of a long time after this.”

“You what?” Taemin shouts, wiping the drenched hair from out of his eyes. It does no good though and the hair falls right back into place. His heart’s in his throat and he’s not sure how he’s still breathing but he doesn’t move an inch, not after what he thinks he heard Jonghyun just say.

Jonghyun shakes his head, takes a step forward and grabs Taemin’s arms, making him look right at him. “I love you, Taemin. And I’m sorry for kissing him right in front of you, I’m sorry for hurting you..”

“Jonghyun..” Taemin starts, finally realizing what it all means, and feeling a little embarrassed at how much he overreacted.

Jonghyun hugs him then. They’re both soaking under the rain at an ungodly hour of the night but neither of them care.“You don’t have to say anything, I know, I was stupid, but I know now..” Jonghyun’s eyes are on his again, then he tilts his head up, kissing Taemin gently on the forehead. Taemin’s chest is beating faster than a rabbit’s on a sugar high, but he wouldn’t rather things any other way.

59. “I’m yours.”

Pure Love

“I’m yours..” Jonghyun says before drawing his lips close enough to Taemin’s that they’re sharing the same breath, that they’re both trying to move closer to one another to close the distance.

“I’m yours, too,” Taemin whispers against the elder’s open and waiting mouth. 

It’s neither Taemin or Jonghyun who starts the initial kiss, in fact, it’s more of a joint effort. A partnership of lips meeting in the middle. They kiss this way for ages, giving and receiving equally blissful amounts of each other’s love. They kiss this way until all their clothes have been shed and scattered somewhere far away from their bed. They kiss this way until the sound of their throbbing hearts is so deafening they’re sure people across town can hear them. They continue like this until the end, until they’re a pile of sweating limbs and racing breaths and sated needs.

Spideypool Rec List

Since I was bored out of my mind today and my fic-hunt turned up nothing, I decided now is as good a time as any to put together a few rec lists of some of my favorite  fics bookmarked over on ao3. So! Let’s get started with a Spideypool list:

All That You Love Will Be Carried Away; by beetle:  

 Peter is massively damaged. But then, so is Deadpool.  This’s mostly free-floating angst and a soupcon of smut. But you should probably assume some vague, incidental spoilers for the MCU/The Amazing Spider-Man. Mentions of suicides. (complete, one chapter, 2000-5000 words)

Why you should read it: The fic that will probably make Those Who Fluff and Those Who Tragic Angst all agree and cry grossly, hand in hand. So fucking worth it.

And When It Comes, It Will Feel Like A Kiss; by Saucery: 

In a world where Omegas far outnumber Alphas, a dowry system is in place, whereby an Omega’s family offers a dowry in order to secure a respectable Alpha match, with the highest dowries netting the “best” Alphas.

Aunt May struggles to secure an Alpha for her Omega nephew’s first heat. All her meager savings can afford is a butt-ugly (by his own admission) Alpha without much experience to speak of.

Peter would rather go unmated than lose his virginity to a guy that can’t go five seconds without making a Monty Python reference. However, it seems Peter has no choice…(WIP, 5 chapters, 10 000-20 000 words)

Why you should read it: Safe, consensual, respecful A/B/O fics matter a lot to me and I make a point to rec the hell out of them. That’s kind of my Thing. But more than that? The writing is excellent. Wade is an adorable softie and he deserves all the hugs.

Baise Moi; by chewysugar:

Peter has been neglecting Wade lately. Wade decides to play a game to remind him how good he has it.(Complete, one chapter, 5000-10 000 words)

Why you should read it: First it’s hilarious, and then it’s hot as hell. 

Bishgada; by CAPSING:

Peter was having the worst day the author could’ve come up with - and that’s even before he accidently killed Deadpool. (Complete, one chapter, 2000-5000 words)

Why you should read it: Because you are a bunch of sadists who love seeing how crap Peter Parker’s life is?

Cold Hands; by StumblingBlock:

In which Deadpool needs an in with the Avengers and Peter needs an alpha to take to his cousin’s wedding, the Greek tragedy.(WIP, 4 chapters, 20 000- 50 000 words)

Why you should read it: So wingfics are not that much of a thing in my other fandoms, but. Spideypool wingfics are surprisingly intense nerdy good. This one is my favorite. Featuring: Repressed idiots. Also counts as an A/B/O dynamics fic, the power balance between Peter (omega) and Wade (alpha) looks pretty promising so far :)

DIY Sutures; by  fizzyfingermotorfuck: 

Peter doesn’t understand Deadpool, and comes to realize that it might be because he never really tried to.(Complete, one chapter, 5000-10 000 words)

Why you should read it: Good characterization. It doesn’t immediately gloss over Wade’s scars and the general awkwardness. Almost makes it a point to linger on the scars, and, well, that’s another Thing for me, I guess. Insta-acceptance is good and all, but this here is more what I want from spideypool fics.

Get Off The Phone (or how to get off over the phone); by darkavengerz (darkavenger):

“Ooo, somebody’s grouchy,” Wade snickers down the phone, voice annoyingly loud, cheery and very much awake. “Fine, fine, I won’t make you get your lazy butt out of bed -”

“- lazy?!” Peter splutters, indignant. Wade ignores him and verbally steamrollers over him as per normal.

“ - we can do this over the phone.”

(Complete, one chapter, 2000-5000 words)

Why you should read it: Important phone-sex fic (in case it wasn’t obvious)

Peter And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good…Very Best Day; by beetle:

Deadpool is impulsive, has a big mouth, and absolutely no tact. And Ellie … well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. See end notes for prompt.(Complete, one chapter, 5000-10 000 words)

Why you should read it: Reason 1, Spidey and Deadpool have been bros for ages, Reason 2, WADE WILSON AND HIS DAUGHTER ELLIE LIVING TOGETHER  ARF?RKLGTL, Reason 3 UNCLE SPIDEY EFRKLGNRLKGN.

….DID I MENTION THE FLIRTING????? This is a capslock required fic, folks.

Pictures; by darkavengerz (darkavenger):

Deadpool has some pictures of him that jeopardise his secret identity. Peter wants them back.(Complete, one chapter, 5000-10 000 words)

Why you should read it:  They’re a mess and it hurts so good.

See From Your Eyes; by TheBlazeCall:

Soulmates can peak into each other’s lives for 5 seconds once a month, which was on it’s own bizar, but for Peter Parker it could mean life or dead. What bothers him most is his soulmates timing and the fact that he wished they would just give up, because he didn’t feel like risking someone else’s life.(Complete, one chapter, 2000-5000 words)

Why you should read it: Okay, so, gonna use a bit of raw honesty here, fact is, If you’re looking for 100% flawless editing? This is not the perfect fic for you. What is outstanding is the pure genius of the soulmate identification method. 

I love soulmates having to work for it and being so effing frustrated yet still hopeful, still yearning for that one stranger in the whole world who completes them. Up there in my top list because of its lovely, poetic imagery.

Self-Fulfilling Prophesy; by rubberbutton:

Wade pisses off a goddess, and Peter has three days to convince him to apologize before she drags him to the Underworld.(Complete, one chapter, 10 000-20 000 words)

Why you should read it: I’m gonna be short and to the point - Spider-Man making Deadpool his responsability through sex. Yeah. 

Surprises And Starts; by Birdie (Robin_Mask):

Peter knew it was impossible. It wasn’t possible for a male to be pregnant, let alone a single male. It wasn’t possible for Wade to be the father, no matter how close their friendship was […]. Spider-Man had a responsibility to the people of the city. Peter had a responsibility to the life inside him …(Complete, 15 chapters, +70 000 words)

Why you should read it: Let’s call this one ‘The angsty mpreg fic’ (The angsty mpreg fic, with a baby that happened without sex, which is a premise for crack if I ever heard one, and yet. And YET.)

 Also a very insighful and appropriate outlook on pregnancy and parenthood. Honestly, this fic is a one of a kind.

That’s What He Said; by CAPSING:  

 Spider-Man comes out of the closet. Peter Parker would give anything to crawl back in.(Complete, one chapter, 2000-5000 words)

Why you should read it: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Deadpool is the only good thing in the world and JERKS with a capital J are JERKS. 

Two Teachers, One Classroom; by MysticMoonhigh:

Two teachers, one classroom.
What could possibly go wrong?

(Complete, 9 chapters, 20 000-50 000 words)

Why you should read it: First off, not enough AUs in this fandom. Top-quality characterization for both of them as well as stuck-up!Peter, which is a personal favorite of mine. Lots of fun. The UST kills me.  The lack of powers? Yeah, not a drawback for this one. Don’t take my word for it, go read it.

You Grow Up And You Lose Touch; by scarlett_starlett:

Peter always thought that when he had kids, there would be someone by his side.

Instead, he has a mouthy mercenary acting as a chef every night for him and his newly adopted son and a narcissistic billionaire philanthropist paying child support on the sly. But Peter figures it isn’t all bad, especially when Miles loses that dullness in his eyes whenever Wade slips on the banana peels he ‘strategically’ places all over the apartment for Peter as a joke.(Complete, 3 chapters, 50 000-70 000 words)

Why you should read it:  Good. The fic packs a few excellent one-liners, and the rest is both light-hearted and punctuated with a pinch of angst here and there. Disgustingly domestic in the best way possible. 

And, for those who - like me - care a great deal about that kind of things, both the introduction and the end are interesting and won’t bore you to tears, I promise.

How to be a happy fanfic writer

I’ve been writing fanfic for 6 years now, 2 ½ of those CS fanfic, and I still consider myself a mostly happy writer. Maybe it’s just my impression, but lately I’ve been seeing more and more complaints from fellow writers that they are frustrated, stressed, fight with their muse… and that’s not how it should be! A wodnerful thing like writing should make us happy, not exhaust us. Now we’re all different types of writers, and the way we write and perceive reactions (or non-reactions) of the readers depends very much from our respective personalities.

But I thought I’d share a few thoughts why I think I’m a (mostly) happy writer, and maybe some of you might find some of these thoughts helpful. Because I think we do well only what we love doing, not what we’re pressured - or pressure ourselves - to. (I’m putting it under the cut, so those of you interested can take a look, and the others don’t have so much to scroll past)

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inquisitorsweek Day 2: Romance or Religion. Had fun with these! It’s actually fun trying to capture their dynamic ;u; 

I know there’s a lot of… angst in the Solas romance, and I acknowledge that, but I really like to think about the moments they share that’s not shown in-game because I don’t want to feel sad, mostly. All those little moments count, and those are what they try to keep and remember after everything, those little silent moments, those little smiles…

Sera and Mryka, however, are two people that you’re not really sure if they’re really close best friends or an old married couple because damn they talk and joke and banter and argue and meet up a lot, even before they became romantically involved. They’re noisy, which is a surprise, because you don’t really expect a Qunari to be noisy. 

(Well, I’m not too much on the romance side of writing, but hey. Romance is nice.)

anonymous asked:

Can you explain the story of zude to me like I don't get the hype, many people are saying it's legit only because it's two gay hoy guys on a American show.

Oh, Anon, they are so much more than just the hype! They started out as friends under the guise of being colleagues (Jude was Zero’s Junior Agent), but they were never just friends, or merely even best friends, they were seemingly each others’ only friend, so their desire and instincts to work as a “team” was quite literal and very honestly believable with both of them being driven, insecure, and guarded individuals with having no one else whom either could rely on. They were so organically compelled by this basic need to always care about the other before acknowledging their romantic/sexual feelings for each other (or before the actors even knew about them) in a way that made those feelings totally inevitable. Once these characters tapped in to those feelings, and gave in to them, it felt like a natural progression for both of them to be truthfully all-in with their relationship. They have found the support system they need in each other.

“I think about you first all the time.”

”You’re the most screwed up person I’ve ever met … and the only person that makes me feel normal.”

There’s also some thing wrong with the premise of your question and that’s some thing else that makes this couple noteworthy. Zero/Gideon is thoroughly bisexual, just doesn’t like any labels, and Jude doesn’t force any on him, take the lack inexplicably personally, or has shown any qualms about Zero/Gideon’s attraction to women since they’ve become a couple. Also, Jude can let his ambition cloud his vision from the possible emotional ramifications of the ruthlessness that he exudes when that ambition takes over his thought process, and Zero/Gideon is always there to clear fog and evoke a full-pictured sincerity from Jude while never leaving his corner. They push each other with out ever trying to change each other.

I personally feel like many shows have been making the same mistake lately, and that is to add angst after the fact and not allowing for audience gratification at all, but “Hit The Floor” keeps a good pace by resolving angst with enough time to set more up towards the end of each episode to get viewers excited for next.

The show in general deserves a great deal of respect for many reasons. None more than its dedication to displaying diversity. With a cast of mostly “minorities,” there are literally only 6-7 (there are those of us whom still have real hope that Lionel is also bi) out the current 17 regularly reoccurring characters whom are white and straight, and one of them is in a lesbian marriage with a Latina to aid in her immigration (again, I demand, Raquel cannot die!). Most of the cast itself gardeners esteem for needing to be multi-talented (the actresses needing to be stellar dancers and the actors needing to pass as pro ballers).

Even with out every thing I’ve just said, people should give this storyline, and “Hit The Floor,” a shot, because any one watching can easily assume that the writers, unlike on most other dramas, want the queer characters to be utilized and happy with timely resolutions of their own making, and not marginalized and stuck in despair, having little screentime that mostly simply supports other storylines. This couple, and this show, is definitely more than hype.

anonymous asked:

Hello! For Marx's birthday, can I request him realizing he has feelings for Kamui and what he decides to do/how he reacts to that? :D Thank you!

He just couldn’t wait any longer. His feelings had changed drastically, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. After the shocking discovery you were of Hoshidan descent, a wave of emotions crashed over everyone in Nohr. Most people were angry and confused, him included.

But Marx’s problem was that they weren’t all bad. In fact, most were good; almost too good. He caught himself staring at you often, and thinking about you even more so. It was worrisome to him, considering your relationship as siblings.

Now that the game had changed, he viewed you as more than a sibling. There was no denying it; the way his heart sped up when you laughed, his blush when you hugged him, and the irresistible urge to scoop you up and hide away with you.

There was only one explanation; he was in love.

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Diphylleia Grayi (Oneshot)

Pairing: Jongyu
Word Count: 15 524
Rating: R (I don’t really know so not taking chances)
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Warning: Cliché angel stuff

Hello, hi, so I started writing this a few months ago and stopped but now i wanted to finish it and this is probably the worst time to post this cause I feel there’s not a lot of people online at this hour but I’m annoyed with it and wanna go to bed so sorry if it seems rushed toward the end I just wanted to finish it TT

Horrible pain, confusion, annoying beeping – but mostly pain.


Those are the things going through Jonghyun’s mind when he wakes up. The blond groans when he tries to open his eyes because even his eyelids feel sore. He’s pretty sure every single inch of his body hurts – from what, he’s no quite sure yet.

“Are you awake?” A soft voice asks with what sounds like poorly hidden excitement.

Another noise of discomfort leaves Jonghyun’s scratchy throat as he turns his head toward the voice and he forces his eyes to open completely this time. He frowns when he’s met with an unknown face.

“Hi.” The man says and Jonghyun just then realizes that the stranger’s sitting with his legs brought up to his chest on the chair beside his bed and that he’s playing with a latex glove in his hand and – oh okay – he’s in a hospital.

“Uh…” The blond barely makes out, clearing his throat to speak. “Who..?” He whispers because the more he looks at the man the less familiar he looks and he really hopes he doesn’t have some sort of amnesia because that would suck – he doesn’t feel like he does but that’s probably what amnesiac people tend to think.

“I’m Jinki.” The brunet replies as if that would answer all of his questions so Jonghyun just keeps staring at him. “I kind of…saved your life?” He adds and Jonghyun’s mouth opens and closes a few times because he wants to say thank you but he doesn’t really how you’re supposed to show your gratitude to someone for something like that.

Jinki stands up then and flicks the rubber clove somewhere in the room before he stretches and Jonghyun can’t even explain how or why he’s so fascinated with the man but all he knows is that he can’t take his eyes away from him – maybe it’s the fact that he looks completely gorgeous. The man has the kindest eyes Jonghyun has ever seen, his smile can probably make anyone feel all warm inside, his face is all sharp angles but round cheeks at the same time and with the pushed back hair and white clothing, it’s such a perfect combination that Jonghyun just stares.

“Your mom will probably be here soon, your sister has school until late so don’t be too sad she won’t be here for a while. And your best friend Kibum is out of the country but he’s been calling every day.” Jinki smiles and Jonghyun frowns again, pulled out of his reverie, because why does he sound so familiar with his family and –

“How long have I been out?” He rasps and for the first time Jinki’s smile drops a little.

“Uh…Approximately fourteen days, five hours and forty-eight minutes.” He answers without looking at any clock and Jonghyun’s not entirely sure if he wants to laugh or if he should be freaked out because that man is definitely strange and creepy but he simply doesn’t.  

“What…What happened to me?” He asks, choosing to ignore the answer he received – or the fact that he’s still visiting after two weeks.

“Uh, you died. Fell asleep while driving and crashed into a tree in the middle of nowhere. It took me about fifteen minutes to bring you back. Trust me it wasn’t pretty.” He explains as if talking about the weather and Jonghyun is even more confused than when he initially woke up.

“What…What are you saying? How is that even possible?” He asks because while he might not have extended knowledge on the subject, he’s pretty sure that you can’t just reanimate someone dead for over a few minutes.

“Well, the fact that I’m your guardian angel helped a lot.” He says too easily that Jonghyun almost doesn’t catch the words.

Guardian angel.

He wants to scream, run away, ask for a nurse or something because this man is clearly delusional but he can’t. It feels like everything inside of him forces him to believe the stranger, to trust him.

“Do you need proof?” He starts, jumping up effortlessly on the chair beside his bed with the same stance as before. “I was told that a lot of human ask for proof at first.” Jinki mutters, scratching at his nose but Jonghyun shakes his head as much as he can in his position. He doesn’t want to know it’s real.

“I’m good.” He replies and Jinki looks a little surprised before his smile is back on his face.

“Alright then. Your mom’s going to be here soon so I’ll leave you two alone but I’ll see you soon again.” He says standing up and Jonghyun almost expects him to just disappear in thin air but he simply walks toward the door.

“Wait…Jinki.” He calls out somewhat weakly but the brunet just gives him a comforting smile – he’s not even sure why he finds it comforting.

“We’ll talk once you’re better. Rest for now.” Jinki says before leaving the room.

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anonymous asked:

Really angsty/love fics?

These ended up being mostly Sterek but you didn’t specify so some of them are different. I went with angst with a happy ending. - Anastasia

Originally posted by nateslife99

Blame the Demons of My Past by FandomsAreLife8_26_91

(1/1 I 1,164 I Teen i Sterek)

He stares at his shoes like they’re the most interesting thing in the world. After what felt like hours he says, “I don’t know, I guess I just feel like what happened to Allison was my fault and that maybe if I would’ve just killed myself then none of this would’ve happen.” He looks up at me with those beautiful whisky brown eyes of his and I see the tears threatening to fall and I loose control of my emotions and I hug him and let him have the breakdown that’s been building up for weeks, maybe even years.


After the Nogitsune and Allison, Stiles blames himself. Scott thinks something’s wrong with his best friend and has Derek check on him; he couldn’t have made a better decision.

Takes place after season 3b. Let’s just say, season 4, season 5, and Stalia never happened.

Who Will Love Me? by Lotheindra

(1/1 I 1,675 I Not Rated I Sterek)

After a nasty breakup with Malia, Stiles decides to go drink alone. He wants out, of all of it, but someone comes to save him from himself, an unexpected someone in the form of a very large and grumpy sour wolf.

of ignoring problems until they go away by JaneDoe33

(2/? I 2,122 I Mature I No Pairing)

Scott is a good friend.He is.So Stiles has no right to feel abandoned by him.He does his best.Stiles is just being needy.Not that Scott knows.Not that Scott will ever know because if Scott finds out how pathetic he is he may not want to be friends anymore.So Stiles can’t tell anyone.Anyone at all.

Haven’t We Had Enough? by endgame-sterek (HannahGrace125), nogitsune_lichen

(1/1 I 3,104 I Teen i Sterek)

“Please, please…p-please wake up,” Stiles screamed into the hollows of his hands.

“You’re not dreaming, Stiles,” Derek stated calmly.


Or the one where Derek tells Stiles everything that had to do with the Nogitsune wasn’t his fault (then they kiss bc that always helps).

Are You Wearing My Shirt? by stileskolpath

(1/1 I 3,879 I Teen I Sterek)

“Stiles didn’t hear about it for days. He was planning on going over to the loft, working up the courage to say something to Derek that he had wanted to say for a long time when Scott had told him, and the world kind of froze for a second.”

Broken Pieces by RedCoral

(1/1 I 4,935 I Teen I Sterek)

It was a game. Nothing more.

Just a stupid bet between he and himself and so far he had been successful. Those suckers. They fell for it every time, just like he had. Didn’t they know not to play with fire? Didn’t they know that the wounds were simply not worth it? Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t. To Stiles men were those black sheep, quiet and unsuspecting regardless of their loud and cocky personality. Sex was their vice and Stiles planned to exploit it to his satisfaction and most likely their degradation.

It was all a game.

Until Derek walked in his path.

He stepped back and Stiles wheezed for a moment. “What is your problem?!” He yelled at him once he could.

Something seemed to break inside Derek, bringing his anger and determination back tenfold, but he didn’t move closer this time. “My problem is that you left!” He looked away, as if he was trying to keep his words in, but they were winning. “You manipulated me into- and you- you took off! You were the first person that I- and you- you fucking left!”

Read Between The Lines by Aris

(2/2 I 6,359 I Teen I Sterek)

Meeting your soulmate is meant to be one of the best experiences of your life. It’s supposed to be happy, joyful, laughter and love, that ever-lingering potential finally budding.

Stiles knows that they don’t get why he’s not the same.

Edited To Add by Fatebegins

(1/1 I 7,663 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek is a thuggish debt collector and Stiles is a single dad sitting on a lot of debts from his shady ex. Derek has a soft spot for Stiles’ son and… subsequently falls for his clueless, sarcastic father.

Love At It’s Purest by AbsolutelyNot2801

(5/? I 8,904 I Teen I Sterek)

Sometimes Derek does things that makes Stiles think his crush is not completely one-sided, like gentle touches, soothing words and embraces like the one they were in that morning. And then he goes and does something stupid like getting a stupid girlfriend like Jennifer. It’s not because of Jennifer at all really. She’s lovely. But Stiles can’t help the hint of jealousy when he sees the loving gazes and soft, shy smiles.

And this is his step-brother he’s talking about. His step-brother!

I’m A Mountain That Has Been Moved by demonicweirdo

(1/1 I 11,757 I Teen I Sterek)

“Do you know what you smell like, Stiles?”
Stiles tilted his head, resigned to the fact that he was going to have this conversation because Derek was a stubborn ass. “Old Spice and bubblegum? Ice cream and cats?”
“You smell lonely. And you smell scared. And it’s all the time. So you can’t blame me for wanting to change that.”

Euphoria (From the Devil’s Hand) by darklumi

(1/1 I 16,601 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles clenched his fists, feeling empty and alone. He took a deep breath, shuddering shakily when he exhaled and his eyes began to sting and fill with moisture. He wiped at them angrily, he refused to cry. He breathed deeply to keep himself calm, to keep the overwhelming feeling of panic at bay, he didn’t want to have a panic attack, not here, not out in the open like this. Derek was out there, he knew it, and he wasn’t going to embarrass himself further in front of the werewolf. To make himself look needy. Stiles just let his shoulders slump with defeat and climbed into his jeep.

No one wants you.

He drove home silently, entered the house, and laid upon the bed. His felt his eyes droop heavily, his breathing evened out shortly after, and he fell asleep easily. He then entered a dream where the pain wasn’t as sharp and he wasn’t alone. He entered a dream where he was just a shadow to those that didn’t matter and was someone important to a person that did.

You Can’t Choose What Stays (and what fades away) by chasingshadows

(5/5 I 31,075 I Explicit I Boyd/Lydia)

She felt a cold rush. When she looked up, Vernon was there. Of course he was. She narrowed her eyes. He looked liked he always looked - firm, kind, but the token smile he always had around her was missing. He still wore the outfit she’d last seen him in, the blue vest accenting strong arms she wanted nothing more than to crawl into.

“You’re not real.”

“I don’t know what I am.” He looked so sad and every fiber of her body screamed at her to go to him, to rub the frown from his face.

“You’re dead. You died, I watched it happen. I heard you say-” Lydia cut off that train of thought, starting over. “Hearts are considered unrevivable after 45 minutes and yours was-” Lydia swallowed, catching her breath. She smacked her lips. “You can’t be real.”

“Why not?”

Lydia drew in a shaky breath and closed her eyes against him. “Because I want you to be.”

Save Me From Myself by yavanna_195

(16/? I 31,722 I Mature I Steo)

what if the only reason we can’t walk through mirrors is because our reflection blocks us

what if they’re protecting us though
what if they know that the other side is horrifying and painful and they are trying to keep us from ever crossing over

I must be on the wrong side of the mirror then

maybe you’re the reflection

You Only Live Once…or Twice by WonderWolf

(6/6 I 32,948 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’.

Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—”

“I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.”

Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.”

(Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)

The Smell of Blood by CherFleur, ToriTC198

(5/5 I 36,595 I Mature I Sterek)

The coppery tang of blood flooded Derek’s nose as he neared the Stilinski’ home, walking through the neighborhood, the last location on his list-that-he-did-not-keep of pack-houses-that-certainly-didn’t-need-to-be-patrolled. His first feeling was one of confusion, and maybe a bit of disbelief. His first instinct, was to attack whatever had caused this sudden, horrible panic. His next – noticeably more calm and rational reaction, the one he listened to – was to assess the situation before going in, claws and teeth bared against an unknown threat to someone that he considered a part of his pack. Already, in the back of his mind he had sorted through all of his people, his pack, and that particular scent, was sending up flares of warning and cold terror.

There was no doubt that the blood belonged to Stiles Stilinski.

As The Clock Ticks Down by heartsdesire456

(11/11 I 57,433 I Explicit I Sterek)

It was a strange feeling, knowing he was going to die.

Stiles couldn’t really wrap his head around the idea that he might not even live to see eighteen.

When Stiles discovers that he has stage IV metastatic melanoma, he knows the prognosis is grim. After the start of the best summer of his teen years now that Beacon Hills is peaceful and he and his friends are free from fear, the decision to have a short while longer to live healthy rather than suffer through treatments that would only prolong his life a short while is an easy one. His decision not to tell his father until the end is near is also an easy one. When Derek finds out Stiles is dying and offers to help Stiles enjoy what time he has left, Stiles makes another easy decision to take Derek up on his offer and together they set out on a road trip for one last adventure.

Even if the adventure they share isn’t the one they planned for.

Fade to Black by oblivions172

(26/26 I 62,704 I Explicit I Sterek)

What used to be known as The United State of America is now a wasteland, demolished by war. Four kingdoms arose from the ashes, each possessing one part of the land. Stiles Stilinski is from the Kingdom of Beacon Hills forced to marry the future King of Blackwood across the four lands. Derek Hale, the future King of Blackwood didn’t like the idea of marriage anymore than Stiles but neither of them had a choice in the matter. But when the King is assassinated, Stiles and Derek must flee the kingdom to protect themselves after learning that they are targets themselves. Someone wants to destroy Blackwood and the only way to save it is to get both princes back to Beacon Hills before all out war begins.

Anonymous said: excuse but does Farris got to know about any sans that They dont get along in any way?

Anonymous said: Has Farris seen horrortale and/or dusttale?

…i feel like farris would just tend to avoid any of the “darker” AU versions on principle, lmao

i could go into a long diatribe, but: what moves the ship for me is that for as hopeless as things are or become, there’s still…something. that little spark, that kindle of light, that makes it worthwhile to keep going. tenderness and love, in spite of the angst and fear that haunts the runs.

which is also why i mostly just keep fallen sibling stuff to the vanilla version of undertale. aside from a joke here or there, i don’t want to tread on anyone’s toes. …and i’m unfamiliar with a pretty vast array of the AUs; i didn’t even know there was a dusttale until i looked it up for this.

also i’m a fan of that trope where truly horrific monsters have their exceptions that they deeply cherish and i feel that completely misses the point of those AUs so i’m staying in my lane l m a o