Can I just say. That this is my favorite fic. I think I’m gonna read it over again because it’s so damn good. It is honestly an insanely original plot, and the way the writer depicts Yoongi and his attitude in this fic really impressed me.
THIS ONE WAS SO GOOD. It has lots of smut so beware, but you all need to read it. Oh my gosh. I was so sad to let this one go, because it messed me up so bad and I was like nooooooooooo please don’t endddddddd
This one is soooooooooo cute, its a dad/ceo! Namjoon au and I was dying reading it, oml. I feel like the writer depicts Namjoon’s character in this really well. You think the fic is all fluff and then BAM smut
WELL SHIT THIS ONE HAS ME MESSED UP. I usually tend to avoid Hoseok fanfics because some of them are just………………..bad or are poorly written and truthfully there aren’t a lot of them BUT HERE WE ARE THIS ONE IS AMAZING I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT @jeonjagiya you’ve done Hoseok justice
Jordan is the first person I ever followed!! I was enamored by her writing and have read pretty much everything, but Aquiver is just so incredibly creative and unique??? Like how did you come up with this *claps*
HOLLLY as a Namjoon stan, this really did it in for me fluff wise and honestly, this writer is insanely talented. I can’t write oneshots well because I’m too wordy, but @triptaech does it so amazingly I can’t even fathom w o w
A/N: Teen Wolf is and forever will be my favorite show of all time. Actually, no. Scratch that. In Dylan’s own words, Teen Wolf will always be my home. I love it more than anything in the world. It puts the brightest smile on my face and the most beautiful tears in my eyes. I cannot tell you how emotional I am about it ending. There is not a day that goes by where I don’t either watch an episode, watch multiple edits, read fanfic, etc. Teen Wolf is apart of my daily routine and it ending is never gonna change that, but it’s definitely gonna hurt knowing I won’t see Scott and Stiles in new situations or Derek and Stiles bickering about the smallest of things or even Lydia being the smarty badass that she is, ever again. I’m heartbroken about the end but at the same time, I think it is the perfect time to end it. The Teen Wolf world has been apart of my world for many years now and although it’s time to… I’m never saying goodbye. I will never let go of this world and this writing community I’m lucky to be apart of. As the last episode of Teen Wolf approaches, I want y’all to know I will not stop writing about, and forever loving, my favorite characters from a small and chaotic town called Beacon Hills.
Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at the beautiful Stiles standing in front of her, the young man wearing the sexiest suit this world has ever seen. She tried forcing them away by focusing on her wedding dress that fell just before her knees instead of him, but there was no use. (Y/N) was bound to cry on her wedding day anyway, it was simply inevitable.
The pack surrounded the two, everyone having their own variations of emotion evident on their faces as they gazed enchantedly at the happy couple before them. They couldn’t have been happier. Finally together in a situation that wasn’t full of supernatural threats or people trying to kill them, but was actually full of complete happiness. Scott smiled at them, his little dimples invading his cheeks as he announced they could now say their vows. With her own smile invading her red lips, (Y/N) turned around to grab the paper Lydia was handing her. The redhead was wearing an adorable short green dress that matched her gorgeous eyes, which also had tears in them funny enough.
“Thank you.” (Y/N) nodded at her before turning back to Stiles and taking a deep breath. “Mieczyslaw,” She began and everyone around her chuckled, her soon to be husband included. “I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands. I vow to speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they’re not. I vow to be the light in your life when all you can see in darkness. I vow to live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home. It doesn’t matter what happens in the future, you are forever in my veins and I love you.”
As she spoke, (Y/N) could see Stiles’ eyes gloss over and he did a damn good job holding back his tears, something she herself was unable to pull off. Although, on the inside, Stiles was completely melting. He was finally marrying his best friend and he didn’t know how to properly react to it. Instead, Stiles took (Y/N)’s hand and kissed the back of it, his tender lips lingering on her skin before he turned around and got his own vows from his father.
“Well, you just set the bar really high.” Stiles joked and laughter echoed in the school’s halls. “(Y/N), I vow to fiercely love you and all your forms now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once-in-a-lifetime love and always know, in the deepest part of my soul, that, no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we’ll always find our way back to each other. It doesn’t matter what happens in the future, you are forever in my veins and I love you.”
Stiles stared into her eyes so powerfully that (Y/N) could feel his love for her just through his gaze. With the hand that wasn’t holding her vows, she brought it up to her cheeks and wiped away all of the insane amount of tears rolling down them. It’s a good thing the young bride was wearing waterproof makeup because if she wasn’t, she would look like a really hot mess right now. Not that it would matter, Stiles would still think (Y/N) looked beautiful anyway.
“Do you take each other as spouses, forever?” Scott asked, the gaze between Stiles and (Y/N) never breaking.
“I do.” Stiles nodded, his lips smiling.
“I do.” She cried.
“Then, by the power vested in me by the state of California and the internet, I now pronounce you-” Scott suddenly stopped when the school’s dismissal bell rang loudly in the halls, telling the whole pack that classes were over and high school students were going to start piling out of their classrooms. “Shit, I know pronounce you man and wife. Kiss each other quickly!” Scott panicked as they noticed the doors begin to open.
The entire pack began running towards the big exit as Stiles and (Y/N) hurriedly leaned in to kiss each other rapidly. It didn’t last any longer than three seconds as the adrenaline took over their bodies and they ran as well, but the two wouldn’t have it any other way. They wanted to marry their best friend in the exact same spot they first met each other and even if it meant having Coach Finstock yell at the top of his lungs that they were intruders as he chased them down the halls, it would be worth it.
Their friends were already out in the parking lot when Stiles and (Y/N) reached the exit, Coach right on their tail. Hand in hand, Stiles led them out of the school and she prayed to God that her veil wouldn’t get stuck on anything and yank her back only to get caught by Coach. Thankfully, that didn’t happen and they were able to run towards Stiles’ jeep.
“I love you guys, but come on!” Coach yelled when he realized he wouldn’t catch the former high schoolers and stopped at the doors. “You’ve already graduated, stop coming back to the school!”
(Y/N) giggled with Stiles as they watched everyone else enter their cars and hurry away. Stiles quickly opened the passenger door for her and she jumped in before he shut it to run towards his side. (Y/N) couldn’t contain her laughter and excitement as Stiles entered the baby blue jeep, his hands already fumbling to shove the keys into the ignition and drive away. They only allowed themselves to breathe again when they were on the road and far away from Beacon Hills High School.
The new wife couldn’t help but look down at the wedding ring now prominent on her finger that Stiles had put on her right before they announced their vows. Her heart swelled and she could feel how tight her ribcage had become. (Y/N) looked over at the man she can now officially call her husband and that feeling of needing to cry returned. Stiles was her everything and with this ring on her finger, she could now show the world. Another smile graced her lips as she thought back about the time someone asked her to describe her home and she started talking about Stiles’ hair color, the sound of his velvet voice, the taste of his tender lips, how much he makes her laugh with his sarcasm and how his silky skin feels like on hers — until she realized they had expected to hear a place.
“Am I really that handsome that you can’t stop looking at me?” Stiles sported a cocky smile, occasionally breaking his stare off the road to look at her.
“Yes.” (Y/N) bit her lip.
“I’m more than meets the eye.” He joked. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know?”
“I know, Sarcastic Stilinski.” She nodded, leaning in and placing a daring hand on his thigh. “You also have an amazing body.”
Stiles couldn’t hold back his laughter, but his voice definitely caught in his throat when (Y/N)’s hand moved a little higher. She ignored his lack of self confidence and relished in how damn sexy her husband was instead. She moved her lips to his neck and placed lingering kisses all over his goosebump covered skin. Stiles shivered at the incredible feeling of her skillful mouth sucking beautiful bruises into his neck. Normally, he wouldn’t let her mark him because of how uptight the bosses are over at the FBI but considering they are officially on their honeymoon, Stiles didn’t give a single damn. He wanted his wife to mark him so much, the only color you would be able to see on him is purple.
He pulled up into a red light and stopped the car. As soon as his foot was off the gas, Stiles’ lips were on hers. He kissed her fully and passionately, the proper way they should’ve shared their first kiss as a married couple. His lips completely enveloped hers, her moan vibrating through their mouths. They were so lost in the kiss, they didn’t even remember to check if the traffic light had turned green. They only found out just when Stiles’ tongue slid across her bottom lip and the car behind them honked their horn loudly, interrupting the newly weds’ little moment. Stiles sighed but pulled away to drive. (Y/N), however, didn’t stop her little antics.
Her lips moved to nibble his earlobe as she inched her hand closer to Stiles’ crotch. There was already a semi-hard bulge there just from her teasing alone and she only found out when her fingers grazed across the area. (Y/N) smirked against his earlobe and took it further into her mouth to suck on it before her hand gently massaged his bulge. Stiles couldn’t hold back the groan that erupted from his throat, the sound shooting straight through (Y/N) and directly into her core. To her, there was nothing sexier than the sound of Stiles enjoying the dirty things she did to him.
“Are you liking this, baby?” She asked, her hot breath lingering on his ear and turning Stiles on even further.
“A little too much.” He answered honestly.
“Then you’re gonna love this.” (Y/N) teased as she unbuckled the belt around his waist and pulled down the zipper. Unbuttoning his pants was the last thing that kept her from him before she slipped her hand past the waistband of his boxers and into the area he desired her the most.
(Y/N) held in her groan at the delicious sight of the dark and curly hairs of his happy trail, but Stiles couldn’t hold back his moan as she palmed directly over his cock. She returned to kissing his neck and his breathing became unsteady, (Y/N) pulled down his pants and boxers just enough to expose him to her. This time, she didn’t hide her moan and the sound made Stiles’ cock twitch in her hands. (Y/N) wrapped her hand around his shaft, her thumb caressing his tip, as the car suddenly swerved. She started turning her hand in and out to give him a full erection, not that he needed any help in that department. Especially when a beautiful woman he now has the right to call his wife was currently jerking him off in his jeep. Her pace was slow and Stiles could feel himself get harder with every thrust of her hand. The car swerved even more, actually beginning to enter the lane beside them this time.
“Pay attention to the road.” (Y/N) stated through a smirk, loud horns echoing around them and telling Stiles to turn back to the correct side of the road.
He straightened up and took a breath, driving back to the previous lane. “You are such a tease and this is a terrible idea, kitten.”
“Don’t pretend like you’ve never fantasized about this before.”
“Oh, I definitely have.” Stiles confessed. “I’ve fantasized about pretty much everything with you.”
“Well, now you have the rest of your life with me to bring those fantasies to life.” She smiled before unbuckling her seatbelt and leaning her face down to his lap.
“F-Fuck,” Stiles reacted, realizing what (Y/N) had planned for their little get-away. “Is that such a good idea?”
“Do you want me to stop?” She asked just as she wrapped her warm and wet mouth around his sensitive tip, her hand still moving up and down his shaft.
“Shit.” He grunted, his head hitting back against the headrest. “No. Keep going, kitten.”
(Y/N) smiled through her eyes as she looked up at him lovingly, her tongue swiping the precum leaking from his slit. Stiles’ knuckles turned white at how hard he was gripping onto the steering wheel and it took everything he had in him to keep his eyes on the road and not closed. The new wife hollowed her cheeks around his swollen tip and his moans grew even louder. It didn’t matter if he was expressing his thoughts in a pack meeting or if he was getting head in the comfort of his own jeep, Stiles is and always has been a very vocal person. And (Y/N) fucking loved it. She absolutely adores how loud Stiles can get when she’s giving him pleasure, it’s one of her favorite things about her husband.
Stiles couldn’t hold back when he let out the most sincere and animalistic groan, one of his hands flying to grab her hair. He tried so hard to keep his eyes open as (Y/N) sucked his tip like it was the tastiest damn lollipop she had ever put into her mouth. Which, to be honest, wasn’t exactly far from what she was thinking in her mind. She had given him blowjobs plenty of times in their relationship, yet there was something so inexplicably special about giving oral not to your boyfriend but your husband. Stiles massaged her scalp with his fingers and when she moaned around him, he knew he wasn’t going to be lasting very long.
“Fuck, kitten, that feels so damn good.” He moaned with her, bucking his hips at her vibration. “I think I’m going to blow my load pretty soon.”
She giggled around his member and quickened her hand’s pace moving up and down his thick shaft, the tip of her tongue flicked on the underside of his head continuously. Stiles screamed considering she was currently paying attention to the most sensitive part on his penis, his grip on her hair tightening in reaction.
“God, this is so amazing.” Stiles moaned uncontrollably, telling her in details how good she was making him feel. Another set of proof that Stiles could never keep his thoughts to himself, not even now.
(Y/N) felt him throbbing inside of her mouth and she was growing greedy, wanting him to shoot his hot liquid down her throat. Stiles’ hips jerked the second she removed her hand and took all of him in her mouth, his tip lodging itself in the back of her open throat. His face scrunched up in pure pleasure as he involuntarily thrusted into her mouth. (Y/N) put her hands on top of his to let him know she wanted him to take control, which he gladly did.
Stiles pulled her hair to guide her head as he fucked her mouth like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue constantly slid against the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, his thighs contracting and releasing as they reacted to the intense pleasure on their own. He gripped her hair tightly, but he knew she didn’t mind it, in fact she fucking loved it. One look at her was all the incentive he needed to cum, her eyes boring into his with such fire it could light up an entire house in flames.
His hips stuttered until his entire body froze as his dick released all of the load inside of him. White hot strings of cum spurted out of his tip and found a new home in her wet mouth. (Y/N) gladly hummed around him and swallowed all he had to offer as his eyes faltered for the slightest second and closed shut. They were too busy relishing in their own varied forms of pleasure to notice that Stiles’ foot had unknowingly pressed harder on the gas.
When she was done cleaning up his tip with her warm tongue, (Y/N) pulled away from his cock. A string of saliva mixed with leftover cum the only thing connecting them together before it completely broke. Stiles’ chest rapidly rose and fell as he breathed heavily, (Y/N) wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She pulled his boxers and pants back up into place. She buttoned and zipped it again before buckling his belt back.
Just as she looked up to expect seeing the hazy pleasure on his face, she found him with his eyes closed instead. (Y/N) didn’t even have time to shout for him to open his eyes again nor see what was coming in front of them before the jeep suddenly crashed into the car that had stopped for a red light in front of them. The collision was harder than anything they’ve ever seen, Stiles’ eyes finally opening. There was fear and horror evident in them as he was forced to watch the next actions take place right there in front of him.
With the jeep crashing into another car, inertia harshly jerked their bodies forward. Thankfully, Stiles was wearing his seatbelt which secured him and allowed him to only hit his head brutally on the dashboard. However, I couldn’t say the same for (Y/N). Her lack of a seatbelt a few moments before seemed like a good idea, but right now it’s what ultimately will change her life from this day on.
(Y/N)’s body flew forward and right through the windshield. The eerie sound of glass shattering and distant cackles of her bones breaking filled the air. She was knocked out as soon as she crashed through the windshield, the impact slowing her body’s speed enough to let it fall limp on the jeep’s hood and not out into the street. Stiles’ lost all feeling and his brain immediately shut down at the sight of his broken and now bloodied wife out on the hood. Just as he opened his mouth to call her name, the airbag released from its confines and smashed into his wounded head — the blow strong enough to knock him out as well.
What happened next was a blur of ambulances and police cruisers rushing to the scene, flashing lights and loud sirens unnoticed by the unconscious couple. Sheriff Stilinski had immediately been notified about the sudden accident and he was there in a matter of minutes. Only to have his heart break as he was forced to watch paramedics pull (Y/N)’s completely wounded body onto a cot and begin to check for any signs of life. He was sure he was gonna have a panic attack any second now, but the only thing that kept him sane was knowing that Stiles was already being rolled into an ambulance and rushed to the hospital to take care of his concussion.
“Wait a second!” A paramedic shouted and Noah immediately approached him, noticing he had two fingers placed on her neck. “I feel a pulse! Get her to the hospital! Stat!”
The paramedics hurried her to an ambulance as well and the Sheriff jumped in with her as they desperately drove to the hospital. He took this time to call Scott and Lydia first, his son’s and his wife’s greatest best friends. Malia and Derek were called next. Everyone getting hit with the devastating news and dropping everything to meet each other at the hospital.
(Y/N) was rushed into surgery for the broken bones that could possibly start piercing vital organs soon and Stiles rushed into intensive care. They did all kinds of x-rays on him and realized that Stiles was going to be just fine. (Y/N), on the other hand, wasn’t. He was released just a few hours after he woke up from the concussion, but she was put into a comatose state.
“Why put her in a coma for so many days?” Stiles asked when he returned to see her the day after he was allowed to leave the hospital.
“Your wife’s CT scan showed intracranial hemorrhaging.” The doctor explained and even though Stiles could never be as smart as Lydia, he definitely knew what that meant. “You don’t have to worry too much about it though, your wife will be okay. We purposely keep patients with traumatic brain injuries in a comatose state in order to calm their systems and allow the brain time to heal itself while the swelling subsides. And then we slowly wean them off of it.”
“And how long will that take?” He questioned, worried.
“About five days.”
The news was horrible for him, but he thought to himself that if (Y/N) could power through almost dying in a car accident and actually be strong enough to live then he can spend five days waiting for her. He visited her every single day in those five days, always bringing her flowers and little cards to keep himself sane. The pack was there with him for all of those days as well. Giving him all of the support and love he needed to get through this hell. He hated seeing her unconscious, knowing that it was his fault she was in this state. Of course it wasn’t his fault, but Stiles had a bad habit of always blaming himself.
“Hey, today’s the day.” Scott softly celebrated once they finally reached the day the doctors would wake her up. “She’s gonna open her eyes and the first person she’ll see is you, a smile will already be gracing her face when she does.”
“I almost lost her, Scott.” Stiles stated, tears welling up in his eyes.
“You’re right. You almost lost her.” Scott replied. “But, she’s alive and she’s gonna be okay. The doctor said no physical traumas are left in her brain. She’s completely healed.”
“What if there’s any collateral damage?”
“Jesus Christ, Stiles stop.” Scott grabbed his shoulders to shake some sense into him. “Now, I want you to go in there and tell the doctors you’re ready. You got this.”
“I got this.” Stiles took a deep breath looking into his brother’s eyes then peering around to the rest of the pack. They were all there. Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia, Malia, Derek, Kira, Liam, Mason, Isaac, Jackson, Ethan, Deaton, and even Peter. Everyone loved (Y/N) more than anything and each and every one of them were worried about her. Not to mention how they were there to support Stiles who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Stiles smiled at them and they all gave him the encouragement he needed to walk into (Y/N)’s hospital room. He sat down on the seat beside her bed he had grown well accustomed to over the past week and he pulled out her wedding ring from his pocket. Stiles slipped it onto her ring finger and leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead. Once he pulled away, Melissa entered the room with a kind smile on her face.
“Are we ready?” She asked and Stiles nodded. With a syringe in her hand, she put its content into (Y/N)’s IV after approaching it. When finished, Melissa threw the empty syringe away and turned to speak to Stiles. “Okay, she’s gonna be a bit groggy so don’t crowd her. Let’s give her the space she needs right now, alright?”
“Alright.” Stiles agreed as he focused on her eyelids subtly moving until they finally opened. Stiles could feel his heart jump into his throat and pound against its walls as her eyes immediately fell on his. “H-Hey. My God, it’s so good to see you.”
“(Y/N)?” Melissa called and her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s okay.” The nurse reassured, noticing how lost the young woman was feeling. “(Y/N), you’re in the hospital right now. You were in a car accident. You hit your head but you’re going to be just fine. We kept you asleep for a little while. How do you feel?”
“My head h-hurts.” She stated through a croaky voice that hadn’t been used in a while and yet, to Stiles, it was the most beautiful sound because he was hearing her speak again and that’s all that mattered.
“That’s perfectly normal.” Melissa answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you something for that.”
(Y/N) winced as she nodded and stopped to return her stare back on Stiles. He expected the smile to appear on her lips just like Scott said it would, but for some reason it didn’t.
The heart that was pounding in his throat stopped and he could feel it instantly drop down to his stomach.
“Uh, (Y/N). You know who I am, right?” He asked, starting to feel panic creep up onto him.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “You’re my doctor.”
The heartbreak that Stiles was just forced to endure was no less than a fucking hurricane. The devastation he felt was absolute, his entire heart and soul completely torn apart. All of the memories prior to losing his mother crashed down on him harder than ever before. Leading up to her death, Claudia couldn’t tell the difference between reality and nightmare anymore. She couldn’t tell the difference between who were the real people in her life and who were the monsters. Because of that, the lines began to blur and she couldn’t even recognize her own son. The pain Stiles had to go through then returned and it broke him.
“(Y/N),” He called, touching her arm but she instantly flinched away. “I’m your husband.”
Her eyes widened in absolute confusion as she stared at the stranger in front of her. Yes, her mind was cloudy and she couldn’t think straight but (Y/N) definitely did not remember ever getting married. Especially when she was so young. The man that called himself her husband looked at her hand and she followed his gaze, a gasp immediately escaping her lips at the sight of a gold wedding band on her ring finger. She closed her eyes and she racked her brain for any memory — any small glimpse of him — but she simply couldn’t remember. In fact, the last thing she did remember was her life right before she moved to Beacon Hills sophomore year in high school.
“I don’t remember you.” She confessed.
Stiles got up and left before he broke down crying in front of her. The young man rushed to the wall at the end of the hall and rested his head on it, slamming his fist repeatedly on the wall. Stiles cried as if he were the one suffering with the brain trauma, doctors and nurses passing by couldn’t help but feel tears well into their eyes just by the look at the distressed man without even needing to know why he was crying in the first place.
Melissa eventually heard the cries and she immediately recognized them, calling Scott and Derek to follow her towards him. They found him sitting on the floor with his knees up to his chest, his hands gripping his hair in frustration. The sight was enough to get the three crying just as much as him.
Like approaching a wounded deer that would immediately run away when noticed, the three approached Stiles slowly and carefully. Thankfully, he didn’t try to leave. He let them kneel in front of him and he lifted his head to stare at them, uncontrollable tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.
“You’re right, she didn’t have any physical traumas.” Stiles sobbed, his voice croaking. “But, she definitely had psychological ones.”
“What are you talking about?” Scott asked. “Is she scared or something?”
“She lost her memory, Scott.” Stiles answered, his heart breaking even more just at the announcement. “(Y/N) doesn’t remember who I am.”
The shock wasn’t like anything they’d ever experienced before. It wasn’t just about empathizing for Stiles’ pain anymore, now they felt it along with him. The four looked at each other and they shared the dread together, no words were needed to be spoken.
“It’s like the ghost riders all over again.” Stiles commented and Scott’s heart broke remembering the time that he couldn’t. “But, there’s no supernatural cure this time.”
“She doesn’t need a supernatural cure.” Melissa spoke up. “Look, a brain injury isn’t like a broken bone or a laceration. Brains are much less predictable. Sometimes, due to the way the swelling tissue presses against the skull, it can cause some impairment-”
“Some impairment?!” Stiles interrupted her, hysterical. “Melissa, she doesn’t fucking know who I am anymore!”
“Even though she’s awake, the swelling can cause confusion, erratic mood swings or memory loss.” Melissa continued, ignoring his outburst. “Let the swelling subside and she’ll remember you.”
“What if she doesn’t?”
“Stiles, you have to give her the time she needs. The days will pass by and she’ll start seeing little things that’ll immediately trigger her memory. Don’t panic just yet.”
“It’s actually kind of my job to freak out before anything happens.” Stiles commented, wiping away his tears.
“This time it’s not.” Derek stated. “This time you’re the one who needs to lead us all.”
“How am I supposed to lead everyone when I’m on the verge of permanently breaking down? She’s my anchor! I don’t know how to do anything without my anchor!”
“Stiles,” Scott called his attention to him. “Be your own anchor.”
Explaining everything to (Y/N) was nothing short of a disaster. To learn that you have lost your memory isn’t exactly something easy to take in. She didn’t understand anything that was going on but she was induced into trusting her nurse whose name she learned was Melissa. The one who called himself Stiles, which to (Y/N) was a very funny name but kept that thought to herself, visited her in the hospital every single day as she was forced to stay another week. (Y/N) didn’t know what to make out of that, but she especially didn’t know what to feel when he started bringing her flowers, bears and pictures of them together. He thought the pictures could possibly trigger her memories, but instead they triggered a sense of panic inside of her.
More people came to visit her as the days went on by and she couldn’t recognize any of them. She was scared of the people who loved her, unable to deal with the intensity of their emotions. Most of the time she felt lost with not a single place feeling like home, not a voice to comfort her mind with their familiarity or a set of warm hands she would allow to hold her own. (Y/N) hated that she was disappointing the people who so clearly cared about her, but she was too overwhelmed by it all.
The day she was released was the most intense. Apparently she had no family living in this town they called Beacon Hills — well no family other than her husband. She wants to please him, to recall something of him but there simply isn’t anything there. It’s so strange to her, that someone could know her so well and she couldn’t even return the favor. However, it was decided that she had to go home with him. (Y/N) was terrified at first, but one look into the man’s warm eyes was all she needed to know he had a good soul.
“You okay?” Stiles asked, looking over to his wife sitting in the passenger side of the jeep finally fixed after two very long weeks in repair. She was gazing around the jeep, taking it all in as he drove. It was the first time since she had woken up from her coma that something actually felt familiar.
“I can’t explain it, but this jeep oddly feels like home.” (Y/N) announced and Stiles’ eyes widened at the news.
It’s not just the jeep. I’m your home too. He thought to himself, a stinging pain invading his heart.
“That’s because you’ve been here so many times, it’s simply become apart of you.” Stiles answered.
“No, it’s more than that.” (Y/N) shook her head. “It’s like it ties me to something else that feels like home.”
“S-Someone.” Stiles said before he could stop himself. “Uh, me to be exact.”
“So, you’re my home?” She asked.
“Well, it’s what you said to me in our wedding vows.”
“Wedding vows.” (Y/N) thought aloud to herself. “Jesus, I never actually thought I’d get married some day.”
“To be honest, neither did I.” Stiles chuckled.
(Y/N) looked at him and despite the terrible situation they were in, Stiles looked calm. “What’s our story?” She asked him.
“What do you mean?” He looked over at her before returning to the road.
“How did we fall in love?”
“Well, we met at school in not exactly the most conventional way and that made us become instant best friends.” Stiles explained. “You thought I was funny and I loved how you always laughed at my jokes, something no one else around me did.”
“You’re funny?” She questioned, smirking at him.
“I’m one hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. Sarcasm is my only defense.”
“Alright, Mr. Sarcastic Stilinski.” She joked and Stiles almost wasn’t able to handle her calling him the nickname she gave him since the moment they met. He smiled uncontrollably, his happiness suddenly spreading to her. “What?” (Y/N) laughed.
“That’s your nickname for me. You created it when we first met.” Stiles announced and (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile even wider.
It wasn’t exactly a memory, but it was a small part of her resurfacing and that made her heart swell with excitement. The car ride was light and happy as they approached a large and very tall building, no other words needed to be exchanged. They didn’t want to ruin the good mood and decided to let the radio fill the silence instead. Once Stiles parked the jeep, the two jumped out and walked into the building. Stiles led her into an elevator and in a matter of seconds, they walked out of it and approached a large door. The young man pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked it before sliding the door open.
She walked inside and her eyes explored it all. The living room and the bedroom were one big room together, no divisions in between the two. And there was a spiral staircase to what (Y/N) assumed lead to a kitchen upstairs. Here was another place she suddenly felt familiar to. It wasn’t as strong as the jeep, it was like a cloudy dream, but she definitely felt like she’d been here before.
“I’ve been here many times as well, haven’t I?” (Y/N) questioned, looking back at the young man currently sliding the door closed.
“Yeah, you have.” Stiles nodded, walking towards her and for the first time, (Y/N) didn’t shy away. “This used to be Derek’s loft, but he gave it to us as a wedding gift.”
“That’s one hell of a wedding gift.” (Y/N) pointed out.
“Well, he’s a very close friend of ours and he doesn’t even use this place.” Stiles shrugged, putting the keys back in his pocket.
“Derek is the one with the scruff and the leather jacket?”
“Yes,” Stiles chuckled. “That’s our sourwolf.”
“Sourwolf?” (Y/N) questioned, cocking her head to the side in confusion. Stiles held back the need to widen his eyes as he realized he just dropped a really huge bomb on her at literally the worst time.
“Y-Yeah,” He stuttered, saying the first thing that popped into his head. “You know how people like to call each other puppies? Well, we like to call him a wolf.”
“Because he’s like a puppy but too strong to be considered just that so you call him a wolf?” (Y/N) tried to make sense of it and Stiles was glad she came to her own conclusions.
“Exactly!” Stiles sighed in relief.
“Hm, well that sourwolf is very handsome.” She commented, beginning to walk away to explore some more, and Stiles’ jaw dropped.
“Hey, I’m your husband here!” He called, his voice echoing in the loft along with her chuckle.
“I know, Stiles. It’s just an observation.” (Y/N) walked up the staircase.
“That’s one hell of an observation there.” Stiles sassed, following her up to the kitchen. He noticed her looking to the fridge and pushed away his jealousy to focus on what she needed. “Are you hungry?”
“A bit.” She confessed.
“Okay,” Stiles nodded, walking to the fridge as he nodded for her to sit at the table. “Sit down, I’ll make us something to eat.”
“Thank you.” (Y/N) answered, taking a seat.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“Right.” (Y/N) nodded. “Because you’re my husband.”
Stiles quickly got to work, pulling out ingredients left and right to make her the most delicious meal he could ever try to. He wasn’t exactly the cook in the relationship, but he wanted to impress her anyway. (Y/N) watched him as he roamed around the kitchen, putting together their dinner. She smiled to herself, noticing just how lost he looked and she quickly realized that she was the one who probably cooked more often.
“Can I ask you something that’s been really bothering me since I found out your name?” She asked and Stiles stopped to nod at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Why did your father name you Stiles Stilinski? Was he trying to get you bullied in school?”
Stiles immediately burst into laughter and (Y/N) smiled with him before he finally caught his breath to speak. “My name isn’t actually Stiles.”
“Oh my God, you’re an imposter!” (Y/N) stood up, scared. “Who the fuck are you?! Who’s the real Stiles?!”
“No, no,” Stiles approached her, his lips still smiling. “Stiles is just a family nickname. It’s what people call me but my real name is actually Mieczyslaw.”
“Miec- what?” She questioned, unable to pronounce it.
“Mieczyslaw.” He repeated.
Her eyebrows furrowed at him. “I’ll just call you Stiles.”
“Fair enough.” Stiles chuckled as they both returned to their previous posts.
“Stiles, how did I get into a car accident?”
“Actually, we um, we were in the accident together.”
“Why didn’t you get as hurt as I did?” (Y/N) asked and Stiles swallowed nervously.
“You weren’t wearing a seatbelt.” He answered, avoiding any other information. Although it didn’t work because like the (Y/N) he has always known, she kept digging.
“Why wasn’t I wearing a seatbelt?”
“Y-You, um, you took it off to focus on something else.” He gulped. “But, hey, dinner’s ready!”
Stiles grabbed plates from the cupboard and quickly put them on the table, then he went into the drawers to grab forks. (Y/N) noticed his change in demeanour and decided to wait until he was finished setting the table and sitting across from her to ask more. When he did sit down and relax, thinking that she had moved on from the topic he quickly realized she hadn’t.
“What was I so focused on that was more important than keeping my seatbelt on?” She asked and Stiles sighed.
“Look, (Y/N), you don’t want to know right now.” He answered. “Just eat your dinner, okay?”
“I do want to know, Stiles.” She pressed. “Or is that even your real name?”
“It’s not, we’ve been over this.” He laughed.
“What was I doing?”
“Something really explicit. Are you sure you want to know?” Stiles questioned, extremely nervous, and she nodded. “You were, um- You were giving me a blowjob.”
“Hm,” (Y/N) thought aloud. “Interesting.”
Stiles was perplexed, shocked even. He expected her to be horrified and completely grossed out about the idea of giving a stranger head, instead she wasn’t. She seemed almost intrigued by it.
“Was I any good?” She asked.
“What?” Stiles asked, caught off guard by the question.
“Am I good at giving you blowjobs?”
“Y-Yes,” He nodded. “You’re very talented at it.”
“Cool,” She smiled and Stiles didn’t know how it was possible, but he fell even more in love with her.
“So, we all went to highschool together?” (Y/N) asked the group of people currently sitting with her on the floor in the middle of the loft.
As soon as they had finished eating dinner and Stiles showed her around, hoping to God she would see something she recognized and remember him but unfortunately didn’t, the pack all came piling into the loft to visit them. They wanted to see the girl they all loved so much healthy and out of the hospital. They sat in a circle on the floor, sharing many stories that involved her to hopefully get her to remember. So far, it wasn’t working.
“Well, I didn’t.” Derek pointed out.
“You were always at the school anyway so shut up, Derek.” Stiles spat and (Y/N) held back her laughter, knowing he was still a bit pissy about her calling Derek handsome.
“Jesus Christ, Stiles.” Jackson complained at the human. “Lighten up a little.”
“No.” He pouted, crossing his arms.
“Why not?” The part kanima part werewolf pressed.
“I don’t need to tell you. The answer’s no and that’s that.” Stiles huffed. “You want to hear it in-”
“I don’t want to hear it in Spanish, Stiles.” Jackson rolled his eyes.
Scott looked at his best friend worriedly. They were both sitting across from (Y/N), but you could tell how much Stiles wanted to sit beside her. Instead, Lydia and Malia took that place. The alpha werewolf could see how hurt Stiles was, still not over the fact that his wife doesn’t know who he is. Not that that’s something easy to overcome, but you’d think Stiles would have hope she would remember him again. The thing is, Scott didn’t spend the entire afternoon trying to get passed the invisible wall between them like he did. Stiles showed her everything from the lacrosse hoodie she loved wearing so much to the aluminum baseball bat he would take everywhere with him, but nothing triggered any of her memories. The frustration was starting to get to him and he couldn’t help but think he would never get his wife back.
“Stiles, it’s been one day.” Scott leaned in and whispered to his brother. “She needs more time.”
“But, it’s not even about time anymore, Scott.” Stiles turned to him, his eyes desperate. “I showed her everything we own, everything I own and they all mean nothing to her. She remembers the jeep without actually remembering it but still we’re not moving forward. There’s nothing physical that ties her to me in her mind.”
Scott didn’t know how to respond, I don’t think anyone would know how to respond to such a tragic thing actually. He gave Stiles a squeeze on the shoulder and, suddenly, he felt the emotion underneath him with just a single touch — pain. Stiles was in pain. With tears prickling his eyes and looking around to make sure (Y/N) was too engaged in her “new” friends to notice the two, Scott placed his hand on Stiles’ arm and took away some of his pain. Stiles’ own eyes welled with tears as he watched the black veins appearing on Scott’s hand, drawing away the pain Stiles didn’t want to have anymore.
“Thank you.” Stiles blinked away his tears and Scott gave him a small smile that was full of so much emotion.
“You’re my brother.” Scott nodded, finishing up and retracting his hand. “I’ll always be here for you.”
The two went back to the conversation the group was having and realized they were talking about how Stiles and (Y/N) live in Derek’s loft now. How the place that used to be completely empty aside from a bed, a couch and a table, actually looked like a home.
“That was (Y/N)’s doing.” Stiles announced. “She decorated the whole place and made it proper to live in.”
“I did?” (Y/N) smiled, looking around the place and thinking to herself that she actually had really good taste.
“You did.” Stiles stared longingly at her.
“You know.” Peter spoke up and grabbed all of their attention. “I used to live here, (Y/N).”
“With Derek?” She furrowed her eyes.
The former alpha nodded. “I’m his uncle.”
“You guys look nothing alike.” She chuckled.
“I know.” Derek intervened. “I’m much better looking.”
She tried to hide it, but Stiles definitely noticed the blush on her cheeks as she smiled. He growled internally at the sight, his jealousy returning stronger than ever.
“So, where do you live now?” (Y/N) asked them both.
“I live in South America actually.” Derek answered. “I’m just visiting for the time being.”
“What about you, Peter?”
“I live in an underground network of-” Peter started his sentence, but (Y/N) immediately drifted off when a scene suddenly played in front of her eyes.
“In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods.” A very relaxed Peter answered, his legs up on the coffee table as he leaned back on the couch.
“Whoa, really?” An unknown voice asked behind me.
“No, you idiot.” Peter rolled his eyes, chuckling. “I have an apartment downtown.”
It was the first of many scenes that began resurfacing in her mind, all of them involving Peter. Everyone in the room noticed something was different with (Y/N) as her eyes darted back and forth and they looked as if they weren’t focused on anything in the room, Peter stopping his sentence. Scott and Stiles exchanged glances, wondering if what they were thinking was happening, was in fact happening.
To answer your question, yes, she was remembering. The little infamous Peter quote was enough to trigger every single thing he’s ever said when around her. All of the memories she had of Peter were returning all at once. The ones from when she first found out he was the Alpha to when he saved her in a fight she didn’t understand why she was apart of. Every other face was blurred except for Peter’s.
“You have an apartment downtown.” She announced, smiling ecstatically. “You’re Peter Hale. You were an Alpha werewolf but were killed by someone that looked like a blur. You started out evil, but you changed. You became a good man. You went to hell and back because you couldn’t decide if you wanted to have me killed or save me. But, now, now you’re good. You’ve redeemed yourself.” (Y/N) felt proud herself for finally having a memory triggered. “I remember you.”
“W-What about me?” Stiles asked, suddenly standing up. “When he told us that he had an apartment downtown, I was there with you.”
“Y-You’re the one that believed he lived in caves?” (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows, remembering what was said but not who said it.
“Yes! You remember me!” Stiles eyes gleamed with hope.
“No, I-I don’t.” (Y/N) shook her head, feeling bad. “You’re not in the memory, not even your voice. It was muffled and I couldn’t recognize it. I only saw Peter, I’m sorry.”
“That makes no sense.” Stiles answered in frustration. “How do you remember a memory I’m in but not remember that I’m in it?”
“You’re just a blur.” She replied, getting overwhelmed with how intense he was suddenly being.
“No, you remember me! Just focus on that day, okay? Who asked where he lived? It was me! I did. Try to remember.”
“I-I can’t.” I scrunched my face, trying.
“Try harder.” He pleaded.
“Stiles, I think you should stop.” Scott warned, noticing how scared she looked.
“She remembers me, I know she does Scott.” Stiles shook his head sternly. “You got this, (Y/N).”
“I don’t.” (Y/N) panicked. “I only remember Peter.”
“Think about that day. You’ll remember me.”
“I don’t remember you!” (Y/N) shouted at the top of her lungs, deciding she had enough.
The air in the room immediately became intense and everyone stopped breathing, their hearts aching at the scene in front of them. Stiles and (Y/N) had been in love practically from the moment they met and to see them forced into this tragic situation was hard on every single one of them. When (Y/N) looked into his eyes and saw the pain behind them, she realized her yelling had hurt him more than her forgetting.
“I-I’m sorry.” She apologized, tears forming in her eyes at her outburst. “I’m sorry, Stiles, I-I didn’t mean to.”
“No, it’s fine.” Stiles cried along with her, he took a step to approach her.
“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) apologized again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Before he could say anything else, (Y/N) ran up to the kitchen to hide. He knew she going there to cry and if he chased after her right now, it would just overwhelm her even more. With his heart falling into an abyss, Stiles stayed downstairs.
“Are you okay?” Derek asked, being the first to break the awkward silence.
“I will be.” Stiles nodded, wiping away his tears.
“Hey, she fell in love with you once.” The sourwolf shrugged. “She can do it again.”
Stiles’ head lifted and he looked at one of his best friends in hope. He was suddenly optimistic, something no one else in the pack expected to see after what just happened. Stiles, for the first time in a long time, had faith.
“You’re right.” Stiles smiled. “She doesn’t remember the memories we shared together, so I guess we’ll just create new ones.”
I hope you can see the shape that I’m in when he’s touching your skin
Jealousy. It’s in his veins. It’s selfish, he knows, but he doesn’t want to see her with anyone other than him. They’re just dancing, it should be innocent, but she’s staring at him. She’s staring at him with that gleam in her eyes and a smirk on her blood red lips, she knows what she’s doing to him and she’s enjoying it. He craves her. her touch being the only thing that could cool his burning skin right now, the kind of touch that breaks voids of silence, but she’s not touching him she’s touching that stranger. Her pretty hands touching a man who doesn’t even know her name, a man who asked her to dance whilst Harry was standing right there. He’s got the image of her over the shoulder smile she sent him as she walk away with a man that wasn’t him. She can see he’s mad, whether it’s at her or the guy touching her she doesn’t know but she can see his hand gripping his drink as hard as he grips her neck and it makes her ache…
Tempted, you know
Temptation. The cruellest of all mistresses. He’d ruin her, he wants to ruin her. He wants to hurt her so good she bites the inside of her cheek to suppress her whimpers when she thinks of him. He wants to do everything that man who’s got his hands on her could never do because he doesn’t know her body the way Harry does. It’s driving him insane, she’s driving him insane and the longer she stares at him, the more she bites that goddamn lip of hers, the more he can’t resist the temptation of watching her, watching him. If she could stop being so fucking pretty; he could stop losing himself over her. He would never make a scene, that wasn’t him, he doesn’t need to. He knows what she wants and he’s more than happy to oblige. She wants the sparks between them to leave carpet burns on her knees, she wants him to confess his sins with his tongue in the church beneath her skirt, she wants him to destroy her and fuck he wants that too. When the song ends, that mans hands drop from her waist and she saunters over to him with a sway in her hips and that smirk still playing on her lips. It’s got his arm reaching towards her and his hand in her hair, pulling it back as he whispers “you’re going to regret that” into her ear in that voice that leaves her breathless. She doesn’t say anything; she’s too focused on how his rough hand is so gentle on the small of her back as he leads her outside and into the back of a taxi.
You flower, you feast
She’s the prettiest sin he’s ever touched. Her black dress a mess on the floor by the door; discarded so he can leave fingerprint bruises on her skin. She’s gasping and they’re not even at the bedroom yet but when they get there, oh god when they get there, he’s everywhere all at once and she’s overwhelmed. She’s so soft and he’s going to break her. He’s got her under his thumb and she’s squirming, she’s writhing, every move he makes is so intense and she can’t breathe. She blossoms at his touch, his touch, the only one who should be touching her like this; at all. His fingers are in her and it’s just not enough. She needs him, all of him, whimpers of “please” and “need you” being all she can get out has him falling apart. She’s his weakness and that desperate look in her eyes is going to kill him.
Every essence of him is in her, his body is all electricity when he’s one with her. His hands are all over her, like leaving any part of her skin untouched would be a crime punishable by death, she’s red with hand prints and bite marks and she’s never loved her body more. She’s his and now no one would be able to ignore that, no unnamed man at a bar had anything on Harry. No man could make her feel like he does, she’s ruined for anyone else and he loves it. Her back is arched and his lips are between her collarbones, one of her hands in his hair and the other over her mouth and she’s there. His encouraging whispers in her ear of “good girl” and “that’s it baby” aren’t helping her come down from this state of bliss. She’s silent, too in awe of this feeling to make a sound, it’s never quite felt like this before and he can tell because she’s so impossibly tight. He’s falling apart, her mouth-open-eyes-squeezed-shut face pushing him so far off the edge he’s in disbelief. He’s gripping at her, almost as though he thinks she’ll disappear, he’s got his head buried in the crook of her neck and he’s groaning. His husky voice sounding more like a growl as he loses himself inside of her and fuck it’s music to her ears. When he’s done he collapses, still inside of her, face still in the crook of her neck and they’re quiet. The aftermath to their euphoria being comfortable silence. Him on top of a body so beautiful to him, painted in marks from him.
I spend a lot of time defending genji and genji players, but we need to address the true problem in Overwatch.
The hate towards Hanzo players is INSANE. Even though Hanzo is an incredibly good character that has more viability than Widow, he gets way more hate for existing. Even on defense, with a team that combos, say a Zarya and Orisa, people just insta-hate him.
Let Hanzo players live, you know damn well that you pick some dumb shit all the time and just play what you want but because it isn’t a sniper you feel superior.
Time’s a ticking, hearts are running. Think that Cupid’s up to something. You ask me how I feel, I say nothing.
“Y/N/N? Are you okay?”
The sweet, scratchy voice that belonged to your best friend, Peter Parker, awoke you from your dreamy, afternoon daze.
“W-What? Oh, yeah yeah, I’m good,” you wave your right hand in his direction, as if saying that everything was fine and not to worry about.
The only consolation was, everything wasn’t fine.
Your wondrous mind had been slipping into an endless whirl-wind of confusion, guilt, and numerous other categories for the past couple of weeks. It seemed as if you didn’t know how to behave around anyone anymore, especially Peter for that matter. Every time someone would ask you a question, snapping you out of yet another daze, your state would jump into a lost one, confusion taking over as to what they were asking you. But, your mind was preoccupied with something, or someone else.
Peter Parker was the problem, and you hated it. Everything about him flooded your thoughts, day and night, all day, every day. You didn’t know how to control it, it just jumped upon you one day as he was speaking feverishly to you about one of his “Stark Internship Retreats". His eyes filled with excitement and wonder as he told you about his thrilling second life.
It seemed as at that moment, something inside you clicked, something that has never happened in the past seven years of your life with Peter. It scared you at first, your body and mind not knowing how to act in such a sudden and exhilarating situation.
Immediately, as you took notice of every little quirk and feature of Peter, your brain couldn’t help but make you blush and smile as the things popped into your head, over and over again.
And at that moment, you knew how your feelings were quickly laying themselves out. And you had no idea you wouldn’t be able to stop it.
But lately color seems so bright and the stars light up the night. My feet they feel so light, I’m ignoring all the signs.
’‘The sky is such a vibrant blue today, don’t you think?” you dazedly lean over to your friend Michelle, lying your head on her shoulder.
Michelle’s brown orbs tear away from her book,rolling her eyes at the interruption. Her eyes then narrow confusedly towards you, “Uhh, sure?” she questions, oddly looking down at your slumped figure.
Your lips turned up into a huge grin across your face while your Y/E/C eyes looked up towards the vibrant sky in a low haze. Your arms lay limp by your sides and your veins pursed with loving dreariness as the day went on. You couldn’t describe it. It was as if your thoughts clouded with no external thoughts of anything or anyone else. All that replayed in your head was…Peter.
Peter, Peter, Peter…
“What?” Michelle questioned you, her hand grasping her book as it fell by her sides, her attention fully faced to you.
Your eyes widened in confusion, eyebrows furrowing, “What?” you asked back defensively, wondering if you had made a strange noise or something that awoke her intent attention on the book.
Oh fuck, did I just say his name out loud?
Her finger pointed at you as your head shot up off her shoulder, “You just said Peter’s name like three times, out loud,” she pronounced loudly to you, your sudden thoughts just easily being exposed.
You shook your head vigorously back and forth, attempting to make your doubt evident to your friend, “No, no I didn’t. I said-”
“Noooo, you didn’t. You said Peter,” she came back instantly, not allowing you to let the topic go, “What is up with you?” she tagged on, her head titled in your direction, bewilderment displayed across her features.
Your teeth grabbed your bottom lip in guilt and uneasiness, not knowing whether you should allow your new beheld secret to slip through your chapped lips. It was Michelle, you’ve been friends for awhile and you trust her with everything. She and Peter are the two you tell absolutely everything to, and of course you couldn’t tell Peter this.
Guilt subdued and you sighed before, grabbing her by the shoulders and dragging her to a nearby vacant spot in the park, “Okay I need to tell you something, but you have to swear you’ll keep your mouth shut.”
Her hands flew up in defense at your statement, “I promise, my mouth is completely shut,” she pretended to zip her lips before easing you to go on.
You inhaled deeply before shutting your eyes tightly, releasing them slowly as all of your thoughts for the past few weeks came flooding back, “Okay… I just sorta realized I’ve been in love with Peter for a really long fucking time and I don’t know how to deal that’s why I’ve been acting so weird and hazy lately okay it’s because Peter makes me go fucking insane but in a good way and it’s just freaking me out so that’s why okay I’m done-” you completely rushed out in a span of ten seconds, no pauses or breath being taken in your spill.
Michelle watched you oddly as you sucked in a new breath of air, regaining your previous state before rolling her eyes and throwing her hand up, “Uhm, obviously? I thought it was pretty mutual between you two?”
I keep on frontin’, yeah, I stay bluffin’. I keep you wonderin’, keep you huntin’ for my lovin’. But I crave us huggin’, yeah, I stay stubborn. ‘Cause I can’t admit that you got all the strings and know just how to tug 'em.
“Are you kidding me? How is dangling from a twenty story building, safe?” you screamed out, face red with anger and concern towards your best friend.
“Y/N I’m fine!” Peter hollered back at you, eyes lit up with excitement once again as he came to your window still dressed in his attire, “I only came here to tell you how bad ass I was!”
You felt your protective instincts kick in as Peter blabbered on about how some bad guy tried to kill him once again. You couldn’t help it. Every time Peter approached you with yet another Spider-Man story, you couldn’t help but feel regret for that second persona he takes on almost every night. The risk of him getting severely hurt, or even killed put you in such a protective and weary state you didn’t know how to act or respond to his exciting stories.
These feelings have been immensely growing at a rapid rate ever since two days ago when Michelle spoke to you about her mutual sights and views between the two of you.
“Well, whenever I’m with both of you, one of the two of you always seems to be staring at the other. I mean, most of the time it’s you drooling over him in a lovey looking daze,” she laughs at your actions.
“Ha, very funny. Now, what else?” you pressured her, folding your arms over your chest and biting your lip.
She sighs, hand on her hip, “At lunch, when you'e always going on and on about how hard your math test was, he smiles a little, almost as if he liked seeing you talking non-stop.”
Your heart did a gigantic leap at the seemingly little yet grand gesture he felt towards you. God, that just proves how much of an impact this boy had on you. That small set of information from Michelle made you swoon for days.
I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I didn’t think it could be true. Let alone that it would be you. I think I’m in love again (I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love).
You’re so pathetic, Y/N. Pining after someone who only sees you as a friend.
You slide out of yesterday’s conversation and back into reality, only to have Peter still jabbering on still about his greatest moment.
Tired of hearing him brag about how he almost got killed tonight, you put your hand up in front of him, cutting off his talking, “I swear to god if you ever do that again…” you glare at him annoyingly, shaking your head in disappointment.
He smiles brightly, rolling his eyes playfully, “I promise I won’t. Who else besides you is gonna keep me on the ground if I’m not here?” his play on words and sarcasm knowing exactly how to tug at your heart.
Smiling widely at his flirtatious comment and gesture, he leans over and wraps his arm tightly around your frame, his head digging into the crook of your neck, “You’re such a good friend, you know that?” he mutters softly into your neck.
Your heart aches a little as the word 'friend’ slips from between his lips, Masking your defeat, your hug him tighter, “I know.”
My heart’s pacin’, I’m confused, I’m dazin’. I saw something I never seen in you, It’s got me shakin’. I must be hallucinatin’, I hear it happens, I’m just sayin’. Babe, I’m just sayin’. Someone give me some paper, someone give me some crayons. I’m feeling like a child, I need something to play on.
One thing you didn’t know was that, Peter’s head had been occupied twenty-four-seven as well.
But, with thoughts of you.
He couldn’t describe it. I was as if everything in the world suddenly had a purpose, and that purpose was you. He knew it sounded crazy, of course it did. You were his best friend, the oe he confided everything to, and all of the sudden you went from closest confidant to someone Peter couldn’t slip out of his mind for just a second.
When you spoke to him, it was something that connected on a whole new level. Your beautiful Y/E/C eyes sprang into his with such admiration that he felt his veins pulse with nerves. Your pretty lips that moved feverishly as you yelled at him for getting himself into more danger, became something he could stare at all day. And when you touched, oh. That set his whole body on fire. Your sweet, caring touch would send him into a daze of bliss as your bodies held each other in a hug.
He knew what was happening to him, and he knew he needed to act on it, fast. Unlike you, Peter was sure there was something magnificently mutual between you two, and he needed to show you.
I’m trying hard to trust you when you say, “Give me your hand.” Baby, I’m fallin’, I hope you catch me when I land.
Pete:): Come over as soon as you can. I need to tell you something.
You stared down at your phone wearily. It must be important, Peter never texted you without ending it in a smiley face or something. Nerves instantly wrack your body as you decide to make your way over there now, curious as to what could be so important.
Oh fuck, did he find out? No, there’s no way. Michelle would never and you hadn’t made it obvious, had you? Oh god, had you?
Shaking off the nervous energy, you grab your jacket and earbuds before heading out the door. Once outside, you slip in your earbuds, clicking shuffle on your most recent playlist. 'I Think I’m In Love’ by Kat Dahalia came on as you began the few block walk to Peter’s apartment.
"In my dreams you’re the dutch and I’m the duchess and your blunts are always loose, so I’m in charge of rollin’ dutches. And we getting so high, we always get the munchies. And we go for early brunches that turn into late lunches. And we ain’t gotta label, we’re just rollin’ with the punches, I make fun of your belly and tell you to do some crunches. And you say, “Yeah, well, your ass jiggles, go and do some lunges.” I say, “Fuck you,” while I’m thinking of you as my husband. I think I’m in love…“
Damn, my girl Kat knows what’s up.
After ten minutes, your face comes in contact with Peter’s front door. As your hand began to knock, your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling a new text.
Pete:): The door is open when you get here. Just come in.
Your hand redirects to the doorknob, twisting it open you walk inside his vacant apartment. Quietness hits you as you make your way to Peter’s bedroom door. As your feet make way to him, your nerves begin to buildup once again, your mind wracking numerous terrible and nerve wracking situations that could possible happen within the next two minutes. Your knuckles daringly hit the door twice, stomach churning as you impatiently wait for Peter to open the door.
And once he does, you are taken in by his state. His beautiful brown eyes looked to be a nervous wreck. Hell, he looked to be a nervous wreck.
Well, guess that makes two of us.
His hair was sprawled in all different directions, looking as if he had been running his hands through it for a while. Confusion swam over you and you looked oddly at him, stepping into his dark room.
“Pete? Are you okay?” you question him as he walks behind you to shut the door. He sighs heavily, his thin lips forming a small line across his face in intense concern.
He walks back towards you, standing awkwardly in front of you, his eyes scanning everywhere in the room except to pass yours, “Uh, what? Yeah, I just wanted to…” he trails off, voice slowly becoming distant as you look down at his nervous figure to his hands rubbing themselves together roughly.
What is he doing? Why is he so nervous? You’re the one that’s nervous! Hell you’re the one who’s been nervous around him 24/7.
You dared to speak, interrupting his sighing session, “Tell me something? You sounded kind of urgent in your text.”
His head popped up in your comment, eyes meeting yours in a weary yet odd look. You felt as if he was freaking out about something serious, and you had no idea what. Stepping closer to him, you lied a hand on his shoulder, expressing excessive comfort to him.
“You can tell me anything, you know that,” you urged him, head leaning closer to his. His eyes continued to stare into yours, little fleck of light brown swam around your gaze, heart now caught in your throat.
You showed him that you’re here, can he take a hint?
He stuttered out his next response, leaning closer to you almost in a whisper he muttered, “I know that. Its just, I don’t think I can tell you this. I need to show you,” his voice got quieter with every word. His intense gaze and proximity caused your body to flood with those feelings. Thosefeelings you couldn’t seem to get rid of. Those feelings that were so evident right now you were shocked he couldn’t tell .
Attempting to receive a response from him, you slowly asked, eyebrows furrowing at what his last statement meant, “Peter, what do you mean? You can just tell me, I’m not going to judge-”
Your reply was cut short, not by a comment, nor a statement, but by your lips being enveloped in someone else’s. You had to keep your body from leaping back at the sudden change in atmosphere. You were standing here, eyes shut tightly to absorb the unbelievable, enticing feeling of Peter’s lips on yours. You didn’t care as to why it happened, you just wanted it to never end. Your body lit on fire from the feeling as his hand reached up and cupped the side of your cheek as your hands unknowingly grabbed his cheeks in an attempt to pull him closer.
You felt the smile you loved so much play across his lips at your actions, your closed mouth turning up into one of your own. The room became weightless, the air turned warm and you felt as if you were flying. Nothing, could beat this feeling you had right now. It felt as if everything you had sensed in the past weeks was all coming together now. And you knew, finally, that he felt the same.
You finally realized what that feeling was, and it was incredible.
I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). Baby, I think I’m in love again. I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I didn’t think it could be true, let alone that it would be you. I think I’m in love again (I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love). I think I’m in love again.
I am here, once again, to provide assurance that the bookworm life has chosen you and will never ever let you go, even if you don’t meet certain “criteria” that a lot of people think is “essential”.
Without further ado, you’re still a bookworm if…
… you don’t read all the new releases
There are sooooo many books coming out each month (no, seriously, it’s insane) and it’s completely normal to sometimes (or always) be out of the loop when it comes to them. It’s a lot to follow and it’s a lot to take in and sometimes it’s not just possible to keep in touch with everything new that is out. It doesn’t mean that you’re not a bookworm if you haven’t read the latest hyped book or continuation of a well-loved series. Most times, I personally can’t afford to buy all these new books. So instead, I save up for when there are sales or special offers. The only downside is dealing with potential spoilers because people are evil.
… you only read books from the library and don’t have a personal collection
Libraries are god’s gift to this world and more people should be using them. But I’ve had people tell me that they’re worried they aren’t “true bookworms” if they don’t have a personal collection. To these people I say “fuck that”. I know we all dream of a library like the one in Beauty and the Beast, but we’re not princes in castles and books unfortunately cost a shit ton of money. Also, a lot of people don’t actually have the space to deposit a book collection, so libraries are a great way to keep reading and not hoard books. Seriously though, libraries 👌💯
… you don’t have books in pristine condition
I personally keep my books as spotless as possible, but that’s just because I’m weird. A looooot of people love seeing books that are well worn, because that’s a sign of them being read and loved. And I agree! However you choose to treat your books, that’s your decision. Dog-ear them, highlight them, write in them, whatever tickles your fancy, go forth my child and do the thing! Your books, your rules.
… you don’t read an insane amount of books/year
I’ve touched on this before: life likes to mess us up and that usually implies it smiling at us and saying “well shit son, no reading for you today 😘”. But that’s okay. Once a bookworm, always a bookworm, whether you read 1 pages a year or 10.000 😊
… you only read a certain genre
Hey, we don’t all have eclectic tastes in books and that’s normal and should be in no way questioned. You only read YA books? GOOD BECAUSE YA IS A GREAT GENRE FIGHT ME 👊 You only read classics? More power to you because that stuff is confusing to me 😲 You love poetry and couldn’t think of reading novels? DO THE THING! Just read what makes you happy. I guarantee that you’ll always find people to discuss your feelings/emotions/thoughts with.
Basically, my loves, you’re bookworms. Period. You’ve been anointed into this life and I’m sorry to say, but there’s no way out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.
Pairing: Lance x Reader
A/N: I’m so glad you guys like Tainted Love so far! Here ya go :) As always, I’ll fix any mistakes in the morning.
After watching Maggie’s routine, Lance claps his hands and turns to the blonde. “Hope. Office. Now.”
With a frustrated sigh, she follows him to the office and shuts the door behind her, waiting for him to rant on about how Maggie can do so much better. But, he didn’t.
“Well, she’s as good as gold. You’re not shit after all Hope.” Lance smiled at her. “Oh wait - you are.”
Hope rolled her eyes. “Shut your whore mouth.” she snapped. “And why did you bring me in here if you were going to tell me that? I thought you were gonna chew my head off or something.”
“I brought you in here because of her.” he nods his head over to you. “Who is she?”
Hope glances back at you, watching as you high five Maggie for doing a good job before starting a conversation with Ben.
“She’s my best friend.” Hope says, turning back to Lance. “Why?”
He shrugs, hoping to play it cool. “Nothin’ I just wanted to know who she was. She seems nice.”
“She is, but she can be a bitch if she needs to be.” Hope tells him and his eyes are now focused on you.
The way you smile, the way you tuck away your hair behind your ear, all make you seem so perfect. It was insane for Lance to be thinking like this because, well, Lance never thought about anyone like that. He had this foreign feeling inside him and he’d never admit it out loud but he kind of liked it.
“Give me her number.” he turns to Hope with a serious look in his eyes.
Hope’s face contorts. “What the fuck, no.”
“Because she’s my best friend and I won’t let her be another notch on your belt, asshat.” she snapped. “She’s too nice of a person to deserve what you’ll do to her.”
“Oh, and what exactly will I do to her?” Lance folds his arms across his chest as he glared at the blonde in front of him.
“You’ll lead her on to believe you actually like her, fuck her, then throw her aside and move on to your next victim. You won’t care about her feelings because all you can care about is yourself. It may not look like it, but she’s a sensitive girl, Lance. And I won’t let you fuck her up.”
Lance watches Hope exit the office and walk towards you and Ben. With a sigh, he gathers his things and exits the office as well.
“Well she’s clear.” he spoke, joining the small group. “I expect great things from you, Maggie.”
The happy brunette smiles and nods before Lance looks at you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”
“Nice meeting you too, Lance.”
He held eye contact with you for a bit and Hope didn’t like it. So, she shoved him. “Leave already, dick breath.”
Lance smirked at her. “Oh, you would know all about what dick breath smells like, wouldn’t you?”
“You already did.” Lance chuckled at Hope’s annoyed expression.
With all that being said, he leaves the gym, flustered and with you on his mind. So consumed in his thoughts, he accidentally hits his head while getting into his car.
“Ah, shit.” he groaned, holding a hand to his head, completely unaware that just behind those gym doors, you stood holding your head as well.
3 days. It’s been 3 days and Lance cannot get you out of his head. 3 days and not once have you left his mind. He had to get in contact with you somehow. It was driving him insane.
But how? Hope wouldn’t give him your number. Ben probably had your number as well but being for the fact that Lance had fucked his girlfriend, he doubted that he’d give him it.
With an exasperated sigh, he throws himself down on his couch. He didn’t know anything about you, but he wanted to. When he saw you, it was different from when he’d see other girls but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Why did you have this effect on him?
Getting up from the couch, he decided to ease his mind of you and go out to the bar. Getting shitfaced sounded amazing, he could really use a drink.
Over on your end, Hope dragged you out to the bar. Karaoke night. Every karaoke night the two of you would get completely shitfaced and sing A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton because it was in your favorite movie, White Chicks.
While on stage, singing your heart out with Hope by your side, you hadn’t noticed Lance walk through the bar door. At the sight of you, he smiled. Mostly because he got to see you again and you were making a complete fool out of yourself.
Lance took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink as he watched you and Hope finish up the song, followed by loud applauses and hoots and howls. While you were walking off the stage, you had accidentally hit your knee on the speaker box, resulting in both you and Lance to tend to your knees.
Lance’s eyebrows knit together as he rubbed the spot on his knee before looking back at you. Coincidence, right?
Lance never cared about the whole soulmate thing which was why every time his soulmate tried contacting him, he’d either ignore her or tell her to leave him alone. Besides, if he ever met his soulmate, she’d probably want him to settle down with her and that just wasn’t Lance’s style. He didn’t want to be on a leash. He wanted to be free.
Gulping down his drink, he decides to join you at your table with Hope and Ben.
“Hi friends.” he smiled, gathering the attention he wanted from the 3 of you.
“Stalking me? Pfft, that’s low, Tucker. Even for you.” Hope scoffed, rolling her eyes.
She was way out of it. And by the looks of it, so were you.
“In your dreams, Hope.” Lance responded, adverting his eyes to Ben. “This doesn’t look like your type of scene. What are you doing here?”
“I come to keep an eye out for Hope and Y/N to make sure they don’t do anything too stupid. I also take them home. Well, I take Y/N home, Hope lives with me so-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I didn’t ask for your life story buddy.” Lance cut him off. “Tell you what, I’ll take Y/N off your hands.”
Lance rolls his eyes. “I’ll take Y/N home so you have one less person to take care of.”
At this, Hope perks up. “No. There’s no way in hell I’d ever let you take my bitch home.”
“Main bitch.” you correct, causing Lance to chuckle.
Hope glares at Lance. “I know what you’re capable of and I will not let you take advantage of-”
“Slow your roll,” he spoke up. “Now I know I’m a pig but I wouldn’t go as far as to having my way with a woman when she’s completely shitfaced. I thought you knew me better than that, Hope.”
Lance dramatically pouted and Hope groaned.
“We were having a nice time until you showed up.” she huffed.
“It’s cool if he takes me home, Hope. You know I can defend myself, sober or not.” you insert yourself into the conversation that seemed to be all about you.
“Yeah, she can defend herself, sober or not.” Lance grinned, smacking on his mint gum, knowing how irritated Hope got when he did that.
Hope placed her head in her hands. “Ugh, fucking cut it out before I murder you.”
“Cut what out?” he asked, continuing his actions.
“I’m gonna-” Hope lunges for him but was pulled back by Ben. She struggled to get free from him so that she could fuck Lance up but it was no use.
“I’m ready to go home now.” you announce, deciding to get out of there before Hope literally killed Lance on the spot.
“Good choice, let’s go.”
You gather your stuff and give Ben a hug. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Hopi.”
She threw threats towards Lance as the two of you made your way outside and into his car. And then it hit you. You were in a strangers car. You would never ever do something like this but for some reason, you trusted Lance fully despite only meeting him once. You got a weird feeling when you were with him. Like you two have known each other for years. It was comforting yet weird.
Upon arriving at your house, Lance brought you to your bed and tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable.
“You good? You need anything else?” he asked.
You hummed in response, turning on your side and curling up in a ball. You had muttered out a thank you before soft snores escaped your lips. You were out. Lance let out an exhausted sigh and left your room. He’d usually leave a girls house as soon as possible but he wanted to make sure you were alright in the morning. So, tired as hell, he fell asleep on your couch.
You woke up groaning. The hangover you were experiencing was probably way worse than any of your other ones, and you’ve had many hangovers.Kicking your sheets off your body, you drag yourself into the kitchen, being met with a tired looking Lance.
“Woah, what are you doing here?” you question. “Wait.. We didn’t..”
“No, god no I would never take advantage of you like that.” he groaned. “I took you home last night and it was pretty late and I was tired as hell so I slept on your couch. I meant to leave before you woke up but I guess I slept in.”
You noticed he was massaging his temples, like he had headache and decided to ask him about it. “Do you have a headache?”
“What? Oh, I guess. I just woke up and my head was pounding. I tried looking for some painkillers but..” he trailed off.
“They’re over here.” you say, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle of painkillers.
“Thank god.” he breathed, walking towards you with his hand out.
You give him two and get two out for yourself as well before putting them away. “Yeah, I needed some too. These hangovers are unbearable.”
At this, Lance looks up at you. His head was hurting, as if he had a hangover. But he only had one drink at the bar and he surely wasn’t a lightweight so he couldn’t possibly gave himself a hangover. Were you his.. Soulmate? No. You couldn’t be. There’s no way!
But was it really that impossible? There’s only one way to find out.
Lance bites his lip and takes a deep breath before pinching his side very hard. You let out a yelp, nearly dropping your glass of water as your hand went flying to your side. The same exact side Lance had pinched.
Coincidence. This had to be a coincidence. Lance tried again, this time pinching his upper arm and you reacted, hissing at the pain and rubbing the spot. He couldn’t believe it. Now it made sense why he felt the way he did when he saw you. You were his soulmate.
Holy shit. You were his soulmate. That means-
“Ah, shit.” you make eye contact with Lance. “My soulmate keeps pinching himself. That or he’s being pinched by someone. Either way it hurts.”
All Lance could do was nod, still not believing what he had just found out.
“Speaking of soulmates,” you continued. “I hate to intrude but have you found yours? I haven’t found mine yet which sucks because everyone around me already knows who their soulmate is.”
Lance gulps. “um.. Yeah.. Yeah I’ve found mine already.”
“Really? Who?” you couldn’t help but ask.
Lance didn’t want to say anything just yet but his mouth moved faster than his brain did. “You.”
His words hit you hard and your head began to spin. “W-What? There’s no way.”
You didn’t want to believe it. Lance Tucker was your soulmate? Pfft, no way!
“I’m telling the truth.” he says. “Think about it, you have a hangover and suddenly my head hurts too.”
“Coincidence?” you wanted to force yourself to believe that.
“Look.” he say, pulling up the sleeve of his jacket. “I apologize in advance.” Lance squeezes his eyes shut as he pinches the skin of his arm harshly, causing you to feel it as well.
“Ow! Stop it!” you shout, holding your as just as he stops.
“Do you believe me now?” he breathed, rubbing the spot on his arm that he had just pinched.
“I-I can’t.. No.. I-” you stumble over your words before making a beeline for your room, shutting and locking the door. You pick up your phone and frantically scroll until you find Hope’s number, calling immediately. She answers on the fifth ring.
“What the fuck Y/N? Why are you calling so damn-”
“Shut the fuck up and listen Hope.” you cut her off.
“Okay, I’m listening. But I don’t know what could be more important than-”
“Lance Tucker is my fucking soulmate.”
Hope went silent.
A/N: This wasn’t as eventful as I hoped it’d be but here ya are :) tell me what ya think!
❝ i can shake everything off as i write; my sorrows disappear and my courage is reborn, ❞ - Anne Frank
time for some recommendation time because i have bookmarked some of my favourites during my hiatus to keep me rejuvenated and quenched and wanna share them with ya’ll♡
i really really love and admire these authors and their incredibly divine writings that just pulled my heartstrings and drowned me in my own ocean of tears. you should have a look and when i mean ‘should’ i mean you MUST because they are insanely good (in my opinion). i’m sure there are way more brilliant writers and stories to discover but then again, there are a billion stars in the night sky and we have all the time in the world to pick one and admire it.
▼please and i mean PLEASE don’t throw any hate, shade or give annoying rude requests of updates to writers who put in effort to rekindle the passion for reading and craft our fantasies and imaginations▲
fic rec update: 16 May
@minthusiast ➤six degrees of separation (yoongi scenario) ➤ he didn’t(multi-member series) ❝ you guys don’t frickin know how much i love her fics and if you can handle cliffhangers then you will enjoy her masterpieces but if you don’t - well prepare some tissues❞
@jungkxook ➤ arranged love (jungkook series) ➤ hiraeth (jungkook series) ❝ art. alyssa is art. that’s all i can say because she is a fucking masterpiece❞
@annyeongs ➤ to earth (yoongi scenario) ➤ listen (taehyung scenario) ➤ punchline (jungkook scenario) ❝ mia’s writing is like getting a glimpse of what heaven seems like because her stories are just exceptionally beautifully written❞
@taesthetes ➤ cerise (yoongi scenario) ➤ mischance (jungkook scenario) ➤ accismus (taehyung series) ➤ oodal (namjoon scenario) ❝ as you can tell, i’m a mega fan of cat’s writings. like no joke. pls read her stories and love her and bless her for such amazing stories like pls she is a sweet gift from heaven i swear❞
@dreamscript ➤ pressure (jimin scenario) ❝ her comical scenarios and plots makes me smile like there is no tomorrow so maybe her amazing writing will do something to you too…its probably black magic…❞
@vixx17andbtsimagines ➤ bts college!au ❝ okay she makes me feel so frickin fluffy with her drabbles like i can just EXPLODE with floor. she is crazy and her imagines are so relatable i just had to put her in my recommendation list❞
@an-exotic-writer ➤the taste of love (yoongi scenario) ➤ obliviously obviously obvious (jungkook scenario) ❝ if i could, i would just give you her entire masterlist because i swear, missy’s writings can cure every broken soul. she makes me feel like such a disloyal hoe just because her writings for every member are frickin insanely good❞
@heungtanbts ➤noise (jimin scenario) ❝ main culprit for making me cry over angst because of this scenario. she is really good guys pls go check her out if you wanna good cry❞
@queenjunghoseok ➤cinderella (hoseok series) ➤enchanted(jimin series) ❝ jen is one of the first few writers that got me hooked and stimulated my passion for writing. i’ve talked to her before and she is a genuinely nice person. pls give her love for her incredible writing❞
@your-miss-right ➤ caller number 9 (yoongi series) ➤ salted caramel(hoseok series) ➤ warning labels (hoseok scenario) ➤ felicity (seokjin scenario) ❝ *screaming because thalia is fucking amazing and i love her writings so much* you have no idea how much i admire her writing. its so new and fresh and just something i want to experience and have it screened in a cinema ya know. oh yeah and her edits makes me question my own artistic talent❞
@yoongsigh ➤ basically her entire text masterlist ❝ cheesy af and lucy’s texts makes me want to puke butterflies and cry rainfalls. partner in crime but likely to be the one to have to save my ass from the cops because i daydream too much in the midst of schemes❞
@inktae ➤first light(jungkook scenario) ➤the swirling way of stars (jungkook scenario) ➤blue orchids(jungkook scenario) ❝ ya’ll…you have no idea how much i love mari and her stories. she makes magic with her words and fantasies come to life with her imagination that is just beyond the universe❞
@sxgah ➤ between the lines (jungkook scenario) ❝ i spent months trying to find this amazing blog who has the amazing fic that reminds me of jodi picoult’s Between The Lines. and trust me, its so beautiful i love it soo much it gets mE SO FLUFFY. kim’s stories are beyond amazing and i’m just nOPE NOT TODAY GURL❞
@gukvory ➤ the devil skates on thin ice(yoongi series) ❝ you all have no fucking clue how amazing ivory is. iv’e been through her past personas and she still strikes me with her flamboyant vocab and outstanding storylines❞
@taechubs ➤paper hearts(jungkook series) ❝ ERIN NEEDS TO BE STOPPED I REPEAT SHE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED that’s all ❞
@bngtn-blues ➤ iniquitous(jungkook scenario) ❝ idk about you but tina is underrated and i waNT PEOPLE TO LOVE HER WORKS thank you pls. she is new so she doesn’t have that many fics but i’m so excited for new ones because she is just MMHHMMM❞
@jimlingss ➤rent-a-boyfriend (taehyung scenario) ❝ yo this fic had me and my friends sQUEALING during biology class like i’m so in love with this fic where can i find a boyfriend????? like taehyung???? this fic is enough to stir the butterflies in you ;) ❞
@donewithjeon ➤ petrichor (yoongi scenario) ❝ so so so s o SOOO good and so reALLL and genuine like it gives me raw feelings and i just SIGHHH❞
@wastednotions ➤ snapstreak (jungkook series) ❝ basically aus + kalice = some crazy cliche fluff shit. though in real life she is an actual ass she is actually really soft for jungkook so thats the only thing i respect of her❞
there is waaaaaaaaaaay more i assure and i’m pretty sure you guys know waaaaaay more. these are my fav scenarios and authors who have truly inspired me:) pls give them all the respect and love they deserve for their hard work. some of them are on hiatus or either really busy but all we can do is give them support and patience♡ will update the fic soon:)) -Q
For: @tmholland :-) congrats on winning the tumblr awards ❤ hope you like this!
playlist: 1. what lovers do // maroon 5 ft sza / 2. back to you // louis tomlinsonft bebe rexha / 3. young dumb & broke // khalid / 4. bad at love // halsey / 5. too much to ask // niall horan / 6. perfect // ed sheeran / 7. why // sabrina carptenter / 8. stay // zedd ft alessia cara / 9. everyday // ariana grande ft future / 10. history // olivia holt / 11. location // khalid / 12. i like me better // LAUV / 13. IDGAF // dua lipa / 14. do re mi // blackbear ft gucci mane / 15. love galore // sza / 16. terrified // childish gambino / 17. homemade dynamite // lorde ft khalid & post malone / 18. let me go // hailee steinfeld / 19. i miss the old u // blackbear / 20. dusk till dawn // zayn ft sia
“I really, really don’t want to go. Like, I’m begging you to
call this off.” Your friend rolled their eyes at you, shoving a jacket in your
hands and walking toward the bathroom. “Why do I even have to go? They’re your friends.” You huffed, throwing
yourself onto your bed, on your back.
“You’re friends with Harrison and Tom, too.” You sat up
quickly, shaking your head and pointing a finger at her.
“Do not call
Thomas my friend. He hates me, which means
I hate him.” You crossed your
arms over your chest defiantly, ignoring the annoyed look on your friend’s
“Well, you’re friends with Haz – and, you’re friends with me. Three’s a crowd, I need you there so I’m
not the odd one out.” You sighed, placing your jacket on the bed and getting
up, going into the bathroom.
“Fine,” you huffed, picking up a hair brush and casually
running it through your hair. “I’ll go, but only because you’re paying for me –
whatever we do!” Your friend nodded excitedly, jumping in place as they looked
toward the clock on the side of your bed.
“We gotta go, we gotta go!” They shrugged their jacket on,
grabbing your arm and pulling you along. “Let’s go, let’s go!” You reached out
for your phone quickly, taking a glance at your room as you were being hauled
out of it, trying to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything.
prompt: though you and peter are trying desperately to keep your romantic feelings for each other under wraps, one hectic night might bring them up to the surface
warnings: language, fluff, and again super long! plus there was a HUGE tag list for this and it got so big so i decided not to do one
notes: this took so so long i’m so sorry i love you all please forgive me,thank you so so much for the incredible amount of notes that frustrating got only after one day, that’s amazing! this is supposed to mirror some of the things from frustrating so if it sounds familiar, it’s on purpose!! hope you enjoy
Peter doesn’t understand why he’s so nervous. Albeit, he’s somehow always nervous considering he’s Peter Parker and that’s part of who he is–but something’s different this time. And it has to do with you. It always has to do with you. He could’ve kissed you last night, he could’ve ruined everything, and he knows that at this rate, his feelings for you aren’t going to fade. He can’t do this to your friendship, he can’t make things awkward, even if Ned practically tells him everyday to go for it!
He just can’t do it. He may have been Spider-Man, but he’s still a fifteen year old kid; he’s still him. And he wouldn’t know what he would do to himself if he messed up everything.
Let’s face it, we bookworms tend to put a lot of pressure on ourselves, when it comes to our reading, because we’re weird like that, but in a good way. And, the truth is that reading should always be fun. Guilt free. ALL THE FUN SO MUCH OF THE FUN BECAUSE WORDS ON PAGES *insert screech* You know what I’m talking about. So I thought that compiling a list of the reasons that bookworms feel guilty and why they should just stop would be a great idea
1. Not reaching our Goodreads challenge/lowering our goal for the year
In the past few years, the Goodreads challenge has become a staple of measuring achievement when it comes to reading. It has become insanely popular and it’s honestly such a good tool to keep track of everything you’re reading. But it also adds an immense amount of pressure. I’ve been there. When December rolls around and you see that you’re to the Goodreads challenge what Pluto is to being a planet in the Solar System (a.k.a. not even close; also VIVA LA PLUTO because Pluto deserved better smh), the panic sets in. You’re left with two options: lowering your goal or not finishing the challenge. Both make you feel like crap. But honestly, life makes us feel like crap far too many times, thank you very much, so let’s not let reading add to the ever growing pile of crap, am I right?
There’s no reason to feel guilty. If you read one book that year, you’re still a bookworm and it’s still a HUGE achievement. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t reach your challenge. It’s just a stupid tracking tool on the internet, it’s not something to measure your worth as a reader or as a person. You’re still awesome, even if you read just a page. Even one page counts. We’re busy, school and work get in the way 99% of the times. Unexpected life events occur. Shit happens. It’s normal and it’s expected, because life is fun and all that jazz.
Also, may I suggest a great idea: set your goal to one book for the year. Boom! Pressure off. You’ll still be able to see what books you read, how many pages and all that jazz, with the bonus that you don’t feel like hyperventilating every time you open your Goodreads account
2. Not finishing books (the dreaded DNF)
Let me tell you something right off the bat: life is too short to waste on books that you’re not enjoying. Yes, I know, if you’re like me, you die a little on the inside every time you are at that point where you want to scream at the book you’re reading: BUT WHY ARE YOU NOT GOOD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME WHO DID I OFFEND IN A PREVIOUS LIFE FML FML. It’s a reality. But let’s face it: you’re not going to enjoy every single book you pick up. It’s just not written in the stars. Which is why it’s perfectly acceptable to just…stop reading it. Put it down. Hug a kitten. Contemplate the universe. Leave it be. Maybe pick it up at a later time, maybe not. But don’t feel guilty. You didn’t disappoint the book, yourself, the book gods or literature as a whole. It just wasn’t meant to be and you should never force yourself to read a book you’re not enjoying. In my case, every time I force myself to keep going with a book I’m not enjoying, I tent to end up in The-Thing-That-Should-Not-Be-Named a.k.a. the Book Slump™. Just…no.
3. Not reading classics
80% of the classics I’ve read have bored me to tears. I mean. I want me some dragons, magic and lost princesses. There are no such things in most classics (a huge oversight on the part of the writers, but I’m not pointing fingers). I’ve stumbled upon some that I really enjoyed, but too few to really make me actively pursue reading classics. The trouble is that a lot of people cringe so badly when you tell them that you don’t read classics.
“So yeah, I don’t really read or like classics” “OMG HOW DARE YOU I AM OFFENDED” “Um, I just..don’t really enjoy them/relate to the stories/want to live while I’m reading them” “BLASPHEMY. SACRILEGE. BEGONE HEATHEN. SHAAAAME”
Whenever people react like this, it puts me off reading classics even more, because I hate judgy people. But I digress. My point is, the amount of classics that you read or don’t read doesn’t indicate how “good” of a reader you are (fyi, there are no good or bad readers imo). It’s just indicative of the genres you enjoy reading. That is all. People who read classics aren’t THE BEST BOOKWORMS™. They’re just people. Like you.
4. Rereading books
I will shout this from the rooftops: I LOVE REREADING BOOKS. It’s something so refreshing and comfortable to go back to a book universe you fell in love with. To revisit favourite characters and go on adventures with them again. I reread at least a few books every year. Last year, I actively tried to reread at least one book each month. It was so much fun!
Rereading books can get you out of The Slump™. Rereading books is an excellent alternative for when you can’t afford to buy new books because stupid life costs money booooo. Rereading can be so insightful, because you notice so many things you missed on your first (or second, or third or…you get my drift) read. Rereading can be a whole new experience years after reading that book for the first time. Rereading a certain book can be the best for you at a certain time, because everything is familiar and safe. Rereading is absolutely no reason to feel guilty – people usually say they’re wasting time when they’re rereading (um, no), missing out on new releases (they’ll still be there a week later when you finish rereading your favourite book thank you very much), they fear not liking it as much the second time around (fine, I’ll give you this, it’s a possibility, BUT I ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE). Long story short: reread more books 2k17.
5. Neglecting books because life
We’re bookworms, yes. But we’re also People Who Need To Live and Function in Society. What does this mean? That we sometimes don’t have that much time to read (I know, it’s just so rude). Days may pass when we don’t read at all. Weeks. Sometimes months. Years? (all my college years were spent reading almost academic books exclusively; it was a dark time in my life). But that’s okay. There’s no reason to feel guilty for doing our best to live out lives. Doing that sometimes implies giving up certain things, because we simply don’t have the time or energy to do them. That doesn’t make us bad people or bad readers. Your books will still be waiting for you when you have the time to devote them your full attention. Books don’t judge.
Surprisingly or not, this is just part one. I have many feelings about this particular topic, because I really really want people to read books guilt free. And live the bookworm life to the fullest
I’d love to hear your thoughts on these points. And if there was ever a time you felt guilty for something book related
Give me feedbacks you guysssss. Like and reblog if you like this!
I was listening to Scared To Be Lonely (x) by Martin Garrix & Dua Lipa while writing this. So many feels. Oh and I chose a random name for the VS’s model mentioned in the first part because I didn’t want to include a specific girl.
~Harry and you are friends with benefits and then you start to feel more than you should~
Harry wasn’t used to being with women like you. He had been with many before, but not a single one of them made him feel like you do. He wasn’t expecting a relationship, that was true. But it would be lying if he said he didn’t care about you.
You and him met at a friend’s birthday party. You caught his eyes from across the room. You weren’t dressing up to stand out in the crowd but there was something about you that drew him in. He wasn’t sure if it was the confidence you showed when you talked to other people, or the way you threw your head back and laughed at a joke. He just knew that the moment your eyes caught his curious gaze from across the room and you smiled, he wanted nothing more than you naked in his bed when the sun went up.
He found you very attractive. That was why he kept coming back for more after what supposed to be a one night stand. It wasn’t because you were the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on, because most of his exes were those who appeared regularly on magazines’ front covers. But you were always more special. You were beautiful inside out and you are so smart. The way you looked at things differently, how you would always argue with him, how you’d prefer to stay in and read a good book, how you always challenged his temper and drive him insane, all of those things turned him on. Most of the women Harry’d been with were the opposite of him. You were more like his female version. He felt like he could tell you anything without being judged because you understood him. But from Harry’s own experience, he wasn’t good at handling a romantic relationship. He thought “it would be different this time" so many times in the past but never once it turned out to be true. So he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be more with you or he just enjoyed having you as a part of his life with no strings attached.
Harry agreed to go out with that model, Emily, just to prove to himself that he didn’t have “more than friends” feelings for you. She was blonde, skinny, tall and beautiful, like all the girls before. He thought Emily was sweet. She loved to laugh and she was very kind as she talked about her family most of the time. He enjoyed his dinner date with her. He didn’t tell you about Emily because he thought he didn’t need to, but he felt like he should have.
“M'sorry…but I cannot tell yeh what yeh want t’hear,” Harry had said to you. And those were honest words. He couldn’t have said no and he couldn’t have said yes either. Harry saw it coming when he said that. You kicked him out and told him not to come back. The one thing that he regretted most after was to do exactly what he was told.
It had been almost a month of no phone calls or text messages from you. Harry was struggling. He never went on a second date with that girl Emily. He ended things with her before they could even begin. The first week without you wasn’t that hard for Harry. He would just keep himself busy during the day though when came the night, the thought of you would come haunting him. And the time after that first week was just torture. Whatever happened to him during the day he would think about telling you first but then he remembered you two had stopped talking. He would spend his nights at the bar and often ended up going home with a girl who almost looked like you. But he could never find one who made him feel the same. Harry didn’t want to be lonely but it seemed like he would always feel lonely unless it was you kissing him and touching him and calling out his name. He missed you he finally admitted to himself, not just the sex, all of you.
Harry had to stop himself from calling you every night, until one night when he was alone in his room and he was so drunk that he could not fight it anymore.
His heart stopped when he heard your soft voice on the phone. He missed hearing the sound of his name on your lips.
“Pet…yeh still up?”
“Why are you calling me at this hour? Are you drunk?”
“I miss yeh.”
“We’re not doing this anymore.”
“No…Yeh get it wrong. M'not missing yeh ‘cause I’m horny…ugh…I’m kind of horny…but…” he said and laughed drunkenly. He heard you sigh and he could imagine your face with your eyebrows furrowed and your pink lips pressed together.
“You cannot call me when you’re drunk and bored again. We’re over, Harry. Go to sleep.”
“We can never be over. Yeh know tha’,” he said almost out of breath.
“What do you want?”
“Can we please just…go back to normal?”
“What is normal, H? Tell me. Because i’m sure two friends fucking each other clearly isn’t.”
“We won’t have t’fuck. Let’s just be friends…”
“No H. I’m sorry.”
Harry didn’t understand why you were apologizing when it’d been his fault from the beginning. Maybe you were apologizing for having feelings for him when you both had made an agreement not to fall for each other. For the first time since he met you, Harry felt confused and desperate. He needed you. He finally knew he did.
“Love-” Harry started but you ended the call. He didn’t get a chance to tell you what he was thinking. And maybe what he was thinking wasn’t your concern anymore.
Heyy,,, I'm new to your blog, but already LOVE the way you draw Hanzo. ^^ I've seen a few Mchanzo sketches and maybe you could do another if it's okay?? ^w^" Maybe kissing if it's okay with you?? I'm sorry if I'm bothering you in any way! <3 (your art is amazing,,, <3) keep up the good work and stay well. ^^
Thank you for stopping by and leaving such a lovely note! It took me a while to get used to drawing Hanzo, and I feel like the way I draw him has changed quite a bit since my first attempt. At least I feel more comfortable drawing him now (and masculine characters in general). XD
I generally like McHanzo because of the INSANE amount of gorgeous fanart of the ship, but personally I see the pair as more of a friendship.
I’m simply saying that there is a way to be sane. I’m saying that you can get rid of all this insanity created by the past in you. Just by being a simple witness of your thought processes.
It is simply sitting silently, witnessing the thoughts, passing before you. Just witnessing, not interfering not even judging, because the moment you judge you have lost the pure witness. The moment you say “this is good, this is bad,” you have already jumped onto the thought process.
It takes a little time to create a gap between the witness and the mind. Once the gap is there, you are in for a great surprise, that you are not the mind, that you are the witness, a watcher.
And this process of watching is the very alchemy of real religion. Because as you become more and more deeply rooted in witnessing, thoughts start disappearing. You are, but the mind is utterly empty.
That’s the moment of enlightenment. That is the moment that you become for the first time an unconditioned, sane, really free human being.
Hey internet. I’ve got some tough news I have to deliver. Are you sitting down? Do you have a minute? Here, have this picture of a dachshund dressed as a crayon to relax:
Everyone good? Okay here goes.
There’s no easy way to say it so I’m just going to say it: Gravity Falls is coming to an end. There are two more episodes left: “Weirdmageddon II: Escape from Reality” and “Weirdmageddon III” which will be our hour long series finale. After that, Gravity Falls as we know it will be over.
I know how tough this will be for many fans, and I feel you guys. But before you start sending me .GIF’s of pitchforks and torches let me explain.
The first thing to know is that the show isn’t being cancelled- it’s being finished. This is 100% my choice, and its something I decided on a very long time ago. I always designed Gravity Falls to be a finite series about one epic summer- a series with a beginning, middle, and end. There are so many shows that go on endlessly until they lose their original spark, or mysteries that are cancelled before they ever get a chance to payoff.
But I wanted Gravity Falls to have a mystery that had a real answer, an adventure that had a real climax, and an ending that had a real conclusion for the characters I care so much about. This is very unusual in television and a pretty big experiment, and Disney for their part has been enormously supportive. I know that hits are rare in this business, and its hard to let one of them go, so I’m so grateful that this company has had the vision to let me start (and end) the show the way I always wanted to.
Why did we wait so long to announce that this was the last season? The truth is, it wasn’t up to me. Before we started Season 2, my writers and I decided that this season would be the last. I wanted to announce this to the world at large then, but I was restricted from doing so, mainly because I think a lot of people were hoping I’d change my mind.
But Gravity Falls was never meant to be a series that goes on and on forever. It’s meant to be an exploration of the experience of summer, and in a larger sense a story about childhood itself. The fact that childhood ends is exactly what makes it so precious- and why you should cherish it while it lasts.
No words can describe how grateful I am for the millions of fans who have cherished Gravity Falls for the time that it’s been on air. Running a TV show, especially one where you write, direct, supervise, and co-star, can be an incredibly grueling experience. But every hand-written letter, tweet, tattoo, piece of art, costume and creation from the fans made this enormous undertaking worthwhile. To the Gravity Falls fandom- I love you guys. You’re weird and clever and smart and curious and have been a constant inspiration to me and the crew. You’ve picked us up when we felt down and pushed and inspired us to do the best work we possibly could. I hope you enjoy watching our finale as much as we enjoyed dreaming it up.
And if you don’t, keep it to yourself, pal! Yeesh!
Anyway, I know this will still be hard for a lot of fans to digest, so here’s a few FAQ’s for you guys.
Is this a prank? You’re a real prankster, you are!
Nah man, this is real. The first stage of grief is “denial”- that’s why there are people out there who think that Andy Kauffman and Tupac are hiding in the woods waiting to drop 2016′s sickest album. But this is the truth. Besides, just bumming out millions of people for no reason would be a pretty lame prank. My pranks are a lot better than that, give me some credit!
This sucks! I want to be mad at someone! Is there someone I can be mad at?
Being mad is easier than being sad, I get it! But there really are no villains here. My team and I set out to do something and we did it, and the network supported our crazy vision. If you wanna be mad at someone, blame…I don’t know… the goat. With his shifty eyes. This is all his fault.
Are they going to make a third season without you? Will it be called “Gravity Falls Babies: The New Class: Generations?”
While that is an amazing idea, and you would make an amazing executive, there are no plans to create another full season.
What’s next for you? Are you going to ride the rails with your belongings in a sack, playing the harmonica, going wherever the wind takes you like some kind of tragic folk hero, perhaps named “Johnny Flannel-Britches?”
These questions are getting weirdly specific, guys. The truth is- I don’t know! I’ve spent the last 4 years living & breathing Gravity Falls. I’ve pulled more all-nighters than anyone I’ve ever known who didn’t work at NASA and basically holed myself up in my office to the exclusion of any sort of actual life. I already have some very exciting opportunities lining up on the horizon after I take a good vacation. We’ll see!
How can we continue to stalk follow your exploits?
You can continue to find me on twitter @_AlexHirsch. I’ll be tweeting all sorts of GF goodies leading up to the finale!
Will the last episode be exactly like my head canon? If not, can I firebomb your house?
The jokes on you, because I don’t have a house! I live in a “shire.” But seriously- my team works insanely hard to make the best series we can. Of course there’s no way to satisfy every single fan’s personal theories. But our show reflects a genuine sincere effort by some really talented folks to make the coolest thing we can (with the time and budget available.) Will every single conceivable question ever thought of about Gravity Falls be answered in the end? Of course not. But that just leaves some material for any potential Gravity Falls projects in the future…(including the canon Journal #3 that goes on sale in 2016)
Are you SURE you’ll never make more Gravity Falls?
I know that there will be many fans who will be sad to see the Pines family go, but just because I’ve finished the story I wanted to tell doesn’t necessarily mean we will never see Dipper, Mabel, & Stan again. It means that this chapter is closed, and that I, at least for now, am personally done telling their story.
I want to thank Disney, my amazing cast and crew, and most of all our fans for taking this unforgettable road trip with me through the redwoods into a place called Gravity Falls. I look forward to seeing what adventure we go on next. Your pal,
PS: pqxv tbfoa
PPS: Want to thank the cast and crew for the awesome job they’ve done? Feel free to use the #GravityFinale
“Luke told me today he’d still take you if you want to go” your friend Cassidy looked over her shoulder from her spot in front of the mirror outside of the dressing room.
“No” you shook your head eyes glued to your phone.
“You’re talking to him?” She questiond moving the dress around to fit her shape better.
“When isn’t she talking to him.” Your other friend malia mocked two dresses in her hand.
“Actually.” You spoke finally looking up. “I’m talking to his mom.”
Your two friends exchanged looks and smiled “She’s in with the whole family now.” Malia nudged Cassidy to take the dresses out of her hands who laughed along with her.
“Yep.” You glared at them not really bothered but blushing nonetheless.
“(y/n) we’re just joking, how’s auston?” Cassidy asked as she returned to he dressing room and malia took a seat next to you.
“He’s good.“you simply replied noticing a text from his mom to confirm all of your flight information.
“That’s it.” Malia asked trying to look over your shoulder. “You'be been talking, no practically dating for over a year and that’s all we get.” You shrugged not wanting to tell them because as much as you loved them, you knew they wouldn’t understand.
“I don’t believe it.” Malia snatched your phone out of your hands and moved so you couldn’t get it back.
“Malia!” You snipped trying to get your phone back.
“You talked on the phone for 2 hours and 45 minutes.”
It started with him snapchatting you after a particularly bad game. Then he claimed the only way he’d feel better is if he heard your voice which lead to you talking on the phone. Talking to Auston was always simple so it was easy for you both to loose track of time and talk for longer than anticipated. Even if the conversation was innocent enough that didn’t stop your parents from teasing you the next morning when you walked into the kitchen with bags under your eyes and only an hour of sleep in your system. After you got off the phone with Auston you couldn’t go to sleep, you were way too happy to. So you layed in bed for the rest of the night looking up at the ceiling.
“Stop.” You pouted embarrassed by the length of time.
“Does he know about your surprise?” Cassidy shouted from the dressing room.
“Nope he still thinks I’m going with Luke.”
“That’s sweet. Invite me to the wedding.” Malia joked.
You laughed “I have to be his girlfriend before I’m his wife.”
“Seriously if he doesn’t ask you out soon I’m going to beat him up.” Malia was completely serious.
“I don’t think you’re going to hurt him, but okay.”
“Hey don’t miss judge these babies.” She said pointing to her biceps. “They have a reputation.”
“For what looking like noodles?” You laughed as Cass came out dress in hand.
“Shut up, I’ve punched someone before.”
“Yeah me in kindergarten” You stood gathering your purse. “But that didn’t exactly hurt.”
“You cried.” Malia pointed out standing as well. You both followed Cassidy to the register.
“That’s because not even five minutes later your brother ran over my foot with a scooter because you told him to.”
“Oh yeah those we’re the good old times.”
“Hey, don’t say that we weren’t friends yet.” Cass reprimanded pulling out her credit card and handing it over to the cashier.
“Fine.” You ended your conversation just as Cass was handed her bag and her credit card back.
“Let’s eat.” She smiled leading the way to her car. You stopped at a Burgatory before heading home to do some last minute packing.
“You have everything you need?” Your mom asked standing in the doorway of your room.
“Mhm, everything except-”
“Except the sweatshirt he gave you, it’s in the dryer.” Your mother knew the one thing you wouldn’t leave that house without.
Auston had given you one of his old sweatshirts during the summer a year ago when you were at a bonfire at his house. You had worn jean shorts and a tanktop forgetting a sweatshirt at home, but Cassidy assured you it wouldn’t get that cold and there would be blankets. Oh how wrong she was. It was freezing by the time the sun set and you didn’t even want to think about sitting outside. That’s when Auston offered you his sweatshirt from when he was 15 and played on a travel team. Matthews was on the back along with the number 19 and on the front his teams name. You stayed warm the whole night getting lost in both the sweatshirt and the way Auston played with your fingers as you sat on his lap a blanket draped over the two of you.
“Thanks mom.” You smiled zipping up your suitcase. It was hard to convince your parents to let you go see Auston especially since they wouldnt be going and you weren’t dating. But after showing that you’d pay for all your expenses including the plane ticket and that it would only be for the weekend they agreed.
“Just make him your boyfriend soon, that’ll be thanks enough.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” You laughed as she placed a kiss on your head.
Mrs. Matthews picked you up at 3:30 in the morning to get to the airport. The car ride was a comfortable silence due to the fact that you weren’t truly awake yet. She helped you out of the car and into the airport leading the way to the gate you needed to be at for your 5:30 flight.
“Are you excited?” She asked as you both sat side by side.
“Very.” You nodded taking a sip of your coffee.
“He’s excited too. He even went to bed earlier so you’d get there sooner.”
You laughed butterflies taking over your stomach. “I’m excited for his birthday.”
“Me too. I’m going to need you to distract him during the say so I can make him a birthday dinner.” Ema explained her plan taking a sip of her own coffee.
“Whatever you say boss.” You smiled as she nuged your side laughing.
Your flight number was called and you boarded for the first of two. It went very smoothly considering you only went to California for your layover. The second was more difficult. A women had her two newborns with her and they wouldn’t stop crying. The poor women was clearly overwhelmed and panicking. That’s when Ema stood up and politely took one of the babies out of her arms and began bouncing back and fourth not too long after one of the cries stopped.
“Here.” She said handing you the baby “keep bouncing him.” You did as directed while cooing at the small bundle in your arms. She took the second from the women and did the same silencing the cries. The women was so happy she looked like she could’ve cried.
“Both Alex and Auston were like this.” She told you. “It took everything in me not to start crying myself.”
You held the babies for the rest of the flight allowing the mother to get some sleep and giving the rest of the plane an easier flight.
“Goodbye handsome.” You cooed to the baby in your arms before placing him in the stroller.
“Thank you again.” The women smiled brightly at Ema as you all three moved through the airport toward the exit doors.
“My kids were the same way. It just takes practice and patience.” She advised.
“Is this your daughter?” She looked from Ema to you.
“One day hopefully, but right now she’s my son’s girlfriend.” Your heart jumped that’s the first time anyone has referred to you as Auston’s girlfriend. You knew it was just because it was easier then explaining the whole situation, but still.
“Well I hope you both have a wonderful time here thank you again.” The women smiled one last time before directing the stroller out. You followed suit toward the car Ema had rented. Auston’s game would start soon so you had no time to stop by his apartment. You changed into his jersey in the car and fixed your hair and makeup as well.
“Ready?” Ema asked as she parked the car. You nodded the fact that you were actually here starting to sink in.
“There’s Auston.” She pointed him out on the ice for warmups. Even if she hadn’t pointed him out you would’ve known which one he was from the build.
When the game got underway you were completely focused on number 19. Auston scored twice and both times you cheered loud. The final score was 2-4 and you knew a win would mean a happier Auston. You followed Ema to where you came in and waited patiently for your guy.
You’d wish someone would’ve taken a picture of Auston’s face when he saw you because it was priceless.
“What are you doing here?” He asked pulling you into his large frame.
He smelled good from his shower and you couldn’t help but admire his build.
“Well i’m surprised.” He kept you in a firm grip but was able to look down at you now. “What about homecoming? you were nominated for queen.”
“I wouldn’t have won anyway.” Everyone knew Danielle Stapleton was guaranteed to win mainly because her older sister had two years before.
“But still. Cassidy told me how excited you were to go.”
You simply shrugged “it wouldn’t have been fun without you.”
“So you ditched your senior homecoming where you were nominated to win queen to fly half way across the world with my mom to spend time with me.”
“You like your surprise?”
“I love it.”
You stand in each others arms smiling at one another unaware of the people moving around you and the fact that Ema had left you alone.
“You’re the best you know that?”
You giggled “you’re just now figuring that out.”
“Why aren’t you my girlfriend?” Auston questioned aloud.
“you tell me.” You didn’t miss a beat with your reply.
“Because I don’t deserve you.”
The conversation is always the same. Auston hasn’t asked you out cause he doesn’t deserve you, that’s the sweet endearing joke between the two of you.
“And because you’re way smarter than me, and more capable, and going on to be super successful.” One finger wenr up after another as he listed off his reasons.
You simply shook your head and rolled your eyes up at the giant goof.
“I hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”
“Well you’re insanely hot, really freaking good at hockey, and going on to be a successful NHL player with hot girls throwing themselves at you all the time.” You took your time listing off your items about him. “Hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”
“I guess will just have to say neither of us deserve each other.”
“And that’s why we’re not dating.”
Auston smiled, but it’s obvious it’s forced and you mirror. “Let’s go I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”
“What about your mom?” You asked once you got in the car and begin adjusting your seat belt.
“I texted her.” Auston looks up from his phone and places it in the consol. “She’s going to dinner with some of the other families. So we have the place ourselves.“
“You know what that means?“ You asked a sly smile placed on your face.
“What does that mean?” Auston backed out of his spot driving with the hand that wasn’t holding yours.
“Lots of it.”
“Of course.” You nodded. Your head rested against the seat admiring the sites around you as Auston drove.
When you get to his shared apartment he opened the door and allowed you in first.
“I’m going to change. The living rooms through there though.” Auston directed.
You first kicked off your shoes then move to the living room where you sat down on the couch and took in your surrounding. Before you can reach for the remote auston entered with a huge blanket. He sat down beside you and pulled it over the both of you.
“Any preferences?” He fliped through the dvds he’d brought with him downstairs.
“This one.” You picked up the movie you have come to love over the many years and times you’ve watched it.
“Are we ever going to watch a diferrent movie?” Auston got up and put “some kind of wonderful” into his DVD player.
“No, probably not.” You smiled. This was the movie you watched in jack Linder’s basement when you hung out for the first time.
“Great.” He sat back down beside you wrapping his arms around your waist.
You don’t watch the movie, but rather auston. The way his large chest moved up and down with each breath and how small your hand looked in his. His thumb ran over yours repeatedly. You admired all the way from his hair to the silver chain that he never takes off from his neck.
“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” His voice broke your thoughts and brought you back to reality.
Your cheeks burn bright from being caught. “your handsome.”
Auston turned so he was looking down at you his head resting against the couch. That’s how you remain the both of you looking at each other the movie playing in the background. Auston’s hand found the side of your face and let it rest there before he leant down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and romantic. It was the type that made your legs go weak and your heart race faster. When you pulled away everything seemed hazy except Auston he was in complete focus.
“How was that?”
“Good.” You softly smiled. “really good.”
“better than last time?” The last time You and Auston had kissed was before he left for the season. You were laying in his bed just talking when he leaned down and kissed you.
They’re all great.“ You mumbled.
“You want to see if I can make this one better?”
You nod closing your eyes as Auston Matthews pulled you back into him. One kiss turned into two which turned into three which turned into you making out. Auston gently lifted you onto his lap and placed his hands on your hips. Your hands found the back of his neck and his hair.
He rubbed your back and played with the ends of your hair. Your lungs began to burn and the only sound you could make was a wimper mixed with a moan. Kissing along your jaw and neck Auston got the hint. However it didnt take long for him to return to your lips and start kissing away.
The door opened and closed loudly followed by an apology it caused both of you to jump. You leaned back into the couch hoping it wasn’t obvious how breathless and lightheaded you were. Auston sent you a lazy smile only making you want him even more.
“Hey guys!” Ema called coming into the room a brown bag in one hand her purse in the other.
“Hey mom.” Auston greeted and you waved.
“I brought take out.” She held up the bag glancing at the screen. “Oh I love this movie!”
“(Y/n) loves it too, she chose it.”
“Isn’t it just so sweet?” Ema commented a fond smile taking over.
“Mhm” you looked at the screen seeing the movies already almost over.
“Well I’ll take the food to the kitchen. Come in and get it whenever.” Ema walked into the kitchen leaving you alone once again.
“I could eat right now.” You stated taking the hair tie from your wrist and putting your hair up.
“Um” Auston cleared his throat. “Can you get me something?” He glanced down at his lap where the blanket is covering and you went red, but noddsd nonetheless.
“Sure.” You smiled standing up “I’ll grab you an egg role.”
It’s posted on Archive of Our Own, my link in my profile. Have fun and warning: NSFW!
“Spirit are you here?” Dipper shivered as he struggled his ropes. The three other highschoolers in the room were using the cursed Ouija board to summon a spirit that supposedly haunted Gravity Falls. One minute he was walking home from school on a dark and stormy day, and the next he’s blindfolded, gagged, and tied up. He had been kidnapped by the three boys who ran a cult, sacrificing humans and animals to the so-called-spirit. He was surprised they hadn’t been caught and expelled from school.
The temperature in the room dropped dramatically, frost creeping up the windows as Dipper could see his own breath. The candles in the room flickered, the lights already off. Lightning flashed outside, thunder booming as the rain poured down. He gulped, seeing the planchette move to yes to answer the boys’ original question. What was even creepier was that the teens weren’t even touching the planchette. It moved on its own.
They didn’t seem to be freaked out by this at all, high-fiving before the leader spoke again. “Oh, great spirit, we have kidnapped Dipper Pines as a sacrifice for you. Please enjoy!” He pulled the ropes tighter on Dipper, laughing.
This time when the planchette moved on its own, it spelled out a message. ‘I did not ask for the Pines twin. You shall be punished.’ A look a pure fear, shock and confusion planted itself onto the teens’ faces as they stared at the board, eyes wide and faces pale. Their hearts pounded, and they held their breath, as everything went silent.
The room was still, nothing moved. The candle flames were still. The only noise was the steady drumming of the rain on the room. It was eerie silent, a huge weight could be felt in the air as the spirit had not left yet.
Dipper gulped, audibly, a cold sweat dripping down his neck. It was like the calm before a storm. His heart pounded in his ears as his stomach flipped.
All the sudden the window flew open, as a gust of wind had knocked it open. One of the boys fell over and was thrown to the wall by an invisible powerful force. The leader of the cult stood with wide eyes, frozen in horror seconds before his neck was snapped by the ghost. His eyes were frozen in a look of terror as he died. His body fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
The teen who wasn’t thrown against the wall had started to run, making a move for it, but all the doors were slammed shut and locked. He backed up against a door in fear as kitchen knives flew at him. He was soon pinned to the door, blood dripping from the knives that stuck out of his skin. His body went limp.
The last teenage boy was thrown to the ceiling and was set on fire. More specifically, blue fire. A very beautiful cyan fire that Dipper couldn’t take his eyes off of.
His ropes were suddenly untied, the gag and everything. What was even nicer was his backpack flew onto his back and the window was open for him to run.
But before Dipper left completely, he grabbed the Ouija board and stuffed it in his backpack. The brunet wanted to speak with the spirit later and thank it for saving him. He raced out the window and sprinted all the way back to the Mystery Shack.
He shoved the door open, soaking wet from the rain and shivering. Mabel immediately turned to him, staring at his clothes that stuck to his body and gave him a huge hug. “Where were you? I was so worried.” She cried as Stan brought a towel over to Dipper.
Dipper let go of Mabel, taking the towel and murmuring a thank you as he wrapped himself in it. They stood there in silence before he finally spoke. “That cult. You know the boys at our school? They kidnapped me. I managed to escape.” He left out the part about the spirit and Ouija board. The teen hated lying to his twin, but there were some things even she couldn’t know.
“Oh bro-bro. I’m so sorry.” She handed him some hot cocoa, patting his back and caring for him in her usual sisterly ways.
Dipper drank the hot cocoa, the warmth filling his body as his thoughts slowly drifted off. Why did the spirit save him? Why were the other teens killed and he was spared? Curiosity was something that always took a hold on Dipper’s mind, pushing him to do the extremes. They say curiosity killed that cat, but so far he was fine and he wasn’t going to turn back now. He stood up abruptly. “I’m going to change and rest in my room.” He told his twin, taking his backpack upstairs, closing the door and locking it.
Dipper stared at his backpack, debating whether he should actually take the board out and thank the spirit. He gulped, unzipping his backpack and set the board on the floor, placing the planchette on top. “Thank you.” He whispered, nervous that the spirit wasn’t here.
For a moment nothing happened. The planchette didn’t move at all. Instead, the lights flickered and a cold breeze ruffled his hair. Then a form of a teenager flickered and appeared. He had blond hair and wore stylish jeans and a yellow shirt with a black vest over it. He had a bow tie and a top hat. The ghost looked straight into Dipper’s eyes, pure gold locked onto brown.
“Y-you’re…” Dipper stuttered, in awe of the spirit who had shown himself. For a ghost he was hot.
The spirit grinned, golden eyes sparkling. “Hey, kid! Name’s Bill Cipher, spirit of Gravity Falls! You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He then cracked up laughing, doubling over and wiping a fake year from his eye.
Dipper let a smile appear on his face as Bill appeared to be friendly. “Haha. Nice joke.” He chuckled at the spirit’s pun.
“Thanks, kid. I do my best!” Bill grinned. “Now I’m sure you summoned me to ask about those boys I killed?” The blond ghost raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah… why’d you do it in the first place. Weren’t they worshipping you? And why spare me? In movies…” The teen trailed off, realizing that this already wasn’t like some horror movie Mabel and him had watched.
The spirit laughed again. “Movies eh? Those portray us so wrong. Well…for the most part. Ghosts are vengeful and it seems to be I’m not the only one you’ve dealt with.”
Dipper wasn’t sure how Bill knew, but his memories flashed back to the ghost at Pacifica’s manor. That spirit was a level ten, as he could sense Bill was. Or higher. The power radiating from this spirit was almost off Ford’s scale. “Yeah. I dealt with one a few years ago. A friend of mine had a ghost haunting her family. She was able to fix the curse and the spirit was allowed to rest in peace. Which reminds me…why is your spirit still around?”
The blond ghost’s eyes turned red. “Don’t you know that’s rude? Just to ask why my spirit can’t rest. Who do you think you are, Pine Tree?” A cold wind blew through the room, the lights flickering once again.
“Woah, calm down. I’m sorry.” Dipper gulped, fear arising once more. “I didn’t know you were sensitive about it. My apologies.”
Bill seemed to calm down, the lights stopped flickering and he closed his eyes for a minute. “It’s okay, Dipper. I won’t hurt you.” He promised, opening his golden eyes and smiling once again. “Anger is restless, but I won’t take it out on you.”
Dipper sighed in relief, beaming. “I’m glad you’ve learned to control your anger. That’s amazing!” He congratulated. “Plus to hold out a visible form for so long…” he trailed off.
The blond spirit laughed. “This? Oh this is easy. I could do this all day no problem. It’s a physical form that’s hard to maintain.” He floated close to Dipper, reaching out to touch his shoulder, but his hand went straight through, the teen shivered, feeling a chill. “Watch.” Bill concentrated and his hand was solid, patting Dipper’s shoulder. “This is the hardest to maintain, but I could probably do it for at least a few hours.”
The brunet teen stared at the ghost. “That’s fucking incredible. How…Ford said that…I mean ghosts aren’t supposed to…”
The blond chuckled in amusement. “I’m not normal. I’ve been a ghost for a long time… about as long as the town itself…” he muttered.
He blinked. “Wait so you died over 100 years ago?”
“More like 200 years. Well close.” Bill replied, voice quiet. He seemed to be remembering his death, eyes far away. The room was silent for a moment, both of them too uncomfortable to say anything.
The silence was finally broken by a knock to his door. Bill disappeared at the sudden noise and the teen jumped up, stuffing the board under his bed and opening the door for Mabel.
“Bro-bro you okay? I thought I heard you talking to someone…” she muttered.
Dipper shook his head, immediately trying to cover it up, but at the same time not look suspicious at all. “Nah. Just me. I talk to myself when I get stressed. You know this.” He rubbed the back of his neck shyly as if he were actually confessing to talking to himself. It was slightly true. Occasionally he would talk to himself about things, though he would limit it so he didn’t look like he was insane.
“Okay.” Mabel bought it completely, he could tell by the way her eyes shone at him and her smile. It was genuine. She didn’t suspect a thing. Which was good. Well…good for him, but his gut wrenched because he was lying to Mabel, his own twin. But he couldn’t help it. She soon left, and Bill appeared back, casually floating in the air, arms behind his head.
“Twin sister?” He asked, grinning as his blond hair flopped in his face.
“Yeah. She means well though. Probably overheard us a little bit. We might want to be quiet…” he muttered.
“Nah, isn’t she leaving to see Pacifica soon?” The ghost asked.
“I think so… you’re right. But Bill, how did you know that?”
The blond ghost shrugged, glancing at the door as it locked once again like he wanted it too. “Eh. I watch the people of Gravity Falls way too much. I can do more than a human can.”
Dipper wasn’t surprised about that. Of course a spirit had been watching them for a long time. “Right.” He simply nodded. He glanced at the Oujia board that lay under his bed. “Hey Bill?”
“Why does those even work?” His eyes still locked on the board as he gestured to it. The blond followed his gaze.
“Ah. What a great question.” Bill pulled the board out from under the bed. “These are talking boards. Spirits are attracted to them. It’s like magnets. Let’s say I have negative charge, the board itself has a positive charge and therefore whenever a human takes on out of the box, a nearby spirit will feel the pull. The box has a neutral charge in this case because it contains the board.” He explained, grinning.
Dipper placed his hands on the planchette. “Most scientists claim that it’s moved by the brain subconsciously. Is that true?”
The blond tilted his head. “Not in all cases. Sometimes yes, there is no spirit and it’s all subconscious. And other times a spirit will lightly guide the planchette towards something. With me and other powerful spirits, I can just control it. Nobody even needs to be touching it.” He flicked a finger, the planchette moving out of Dipper’s hands to spell out a message. 'See, kid.’
The teen gazed at Bill in utter curiosity and amazement. “Woah.”
The ghost laughed, turning invisible as his form vanished. The planchette continued to move, spelling out more things. 'It’s better like this because it’s more scary. You scared Pine Tree?’ It stopped moving, expecting a reply from him.
“Scared of you? Nah.” Dipper joked, grinning. He wanted to know what Bill would do next, and since he couldn’t see him anymore, it would be a surprise.
Almost like the boy that got killed, Dipper was pinned to the door by an invisible force. His heart raced as a cold sense of fear instilled in him again. He really hoped Bill wouldn’t kill him.
“Kill you? Nah, what I’m going to do will be way much more fun~!” Bill’s voice echoed creepily around the room.
Dipper shivered, struggling to get off the wall, but he couldn’t. Instead his arms were raised above his head and pinned there. He could feel a nervous sweat dripping down the back of his neck and his heart pounded in his ears. The anticipation of what Bill was going to do was getting him.
For a moment everything was still and quiet. He could barely even sense Bill in the room, yet the tension was still there and it was going to kill him. He went minutes with nothing happening. Silence. Then he heard the faint sound of Mabel’s car leaving the driveway and then it was truly silent. Each minute felt like hours and he didn’t dare move. His breathing leveled out, but the suspense was still there, leaving him hanging. It was agonizing.
“B-bill?” He stuttered out as loud as he dared. Everything was quiet and still until… he felt pressure on his thighs and stomach, moving around like invisible hands. His face flushed, almost realizing what Bill was doing. A hand he couldn’t see groped his ass slowly, and another hand palmed him through his jeans. That got an immediate response of a surprise moan and gasp.
Dipper felt hot breath down his neck. This had to be the weirdest thing he had ever done, but he couldn’t deny that if felt good. It was almost like Bill had more than two hands, as he felt like a bunch of invisible hands were touching him all over. His ass, his thighs, his chest, stomach, and even teasing a growing bump in his jeans.
In one swift movement, a force took off his shirt and one of the hands teased a nipple. He moaned once again, glancing at himself in the mirror across the room. Bill wasn’t visible so it looked like he was getting pleasured by nothing. He was pinned against the wall, panting and looking needy as he stared at himself in the mirror. This was so weird.
“I live for the weirdness, kid.” Came Bill’s voice from next to his ear. “And yes, I’m using my ghostly magic to have fun, my Pine Tree.” He purred sexily, which only made Dipper gasp again as the invisible force continued to touch all over.
Dipper felt his pants slowly be unbuttoned and slide down his legs. It was slow, teasing. He hated it. A hand palmed him through his boxers once…twice…three times before stopping. He moaned out, panting, and then realized that the hands were gone. All of them. Bill’s presence had disappeared. The magic that held him to the wall was still strong, but he couldn’t feel that Bill was nearby.
He waited… maybe five, ten minutes? He wasn’t sure, but each felt like hell. Dipper’s erection was throbbing and begging for attention. It was getting nearly impossible to ignore. Yet he waited for as long as he could. Knowing that Bill would be unhappy if he tried to escape.
After fifteen minutes of pure agonizing torture he couldn’t take it anymore, rubbing his ass against the wall in any form of pleasure he could get as he tried to move his hands down to touch himself. He couldn’t and that only made it worse. Dipper panted in need, whimpering. What if Bill never returned to give him pleasure or let him go? This was torture within itself.
“B-bill!” He cried out. “Please come back. I-I need you. You can’t j-just leave me here. T-touch me, f-fuck me, do anything please! I’m begging you Bill, touch me~!” Dipper rolled his hips, needy and desperate. He needed Bill to get him off. Only the blond ghost could make him cum.
Bill came back, purring into Dipper’s ear. “Lesson learned. Good, Pine Tree. I love begging.” He appeared visible once again, taking the other off the wall and placing him on the bed. “I will reward you know.
The teen turned around, ass in the air for Bill without saying a thing. That seemed to really get to the blond ghost, who’s clothes disappeared and he took off Dipper’s boxers. “Oh kid you are so in for it. Don’t complain to me that you are sore, because you will be!” The ghost made sure his form was physical with a bit of concentration before thrusting into the brunet.
Dipper whined as it hurt and was really uncomfortable. He’d never had sex before, nevermind with a ghost. His cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.
Bill panted. “Don’t worry kid. It’ll only hurt for a minute.” He slowly started moving, getting used to how tight his Pine Tree was.
The ghost was right, the pain turning to pleasure not long after he had started moving. The teen was soon a moaning, swearing mess, almost begging for the ghost to go harder. “B-bill~ a-ah fuck. Y-you never told me that it would feel so perfect~” he barely was able to speak with all the pleasure, pausing to moan and stuttering.
Bill chuckled, moaning himself as he hadn’t had sex in so long. It was refreshing and fun. “Just you wait, Pine Tree~ I can show you way more pleasure than this!” He thrusted harder, deeper into the younger. The bed was rocking with their weight, the room was filled with moans and the sound of sensitive skin slapping skin.
“O-oh god~ you know more than just this~?” Dipper panted out, rolling his hips to meet the other’s thrusts. He couldn’t believe it. If Bill showed him all that he knew….
“Of course, my Pine Tree~” The blond hit the younger’s prostate hard just to see his reaction.
Dipper felt it, a wave of immeasurable pleasure shooting straight through him. He felt a climax coming, knowing he wouldn’t last too much longer. He let out a loud moan. “Bill!” He screamed, throwing his head back and panting.
The ghost smirked, angling his hips just right to hit the same spot as before. This time, Dipper came, screaming his name over and over as his body orgasmed.
Bill couldn’t hold on much longer either, thrusting once and came inside the younger. “Dipper!” He moaned out, panting heavily before pulling out.
The brunet tried to catch his breath, feeling sticky. The room stank of sweat and sex. He glanced at the blond ghost, who seemed to be exhausted. The magic he had been using to pleasure Dipper had its toll.
“Sleep well, kid. I’ll see you in the morning, I promise.” With that Bill disappeared completely, unable to hold a visible form anyway.
A sudden tiredness washed over Dipper as he laid back, letting the dark tendrils of sleep pull him under.
When he woke up the next morning, the sun was shining brightly through the triangle window. The morning birds tweeted outside. Dipper blinked the sleep out of his eyes, remembering what had happened last night. His cheeks and ears burned. Hopefully Ford didn’t hear anything from the basement.
He stepped out of his room, walking down the creaking stairs to the kitchen. Both Stan and Ford stared at him.
Stan spoke up first. “Have fun last night kid?” He inquired.
Damn it. Of course they had overheard what was going on. The teen’s cheeks flushed bright red. “Um…yeah…”
Ford glared at him. “Someone named Bill?” He asked, voice cold.
“God damn it, Dipper. Was it Bill fucking Cipher? The ghost that’s been murdering people?! And I thought you were smarter than that.” Ford yelled, pacing back and forth. “He could have killed you. He could have killed Us!”
Dipper winced. “I didn’t know he was the one murdering people.” He lied, hoping to get out of this.
“No! I won’t except it. You are going to get rid of that ghost! He’s been haunting this town for far too long! And if you won’t get rid of him, I will!”
“Great-uncle Ford, please don’t. I-I… I’ll take care of him. He’s my responsibility now…” Dipper told him. He had a plan. He was going to get Bill as far away from Gravity Falls as he could to save him from Ford. That was the only way to keep him safe.
Dipper rushed upstairs in a hurry to warn Bill. He touched the planchette, nearly in tears. “Bill please. Hurry I need to save you.”
“Woah, kid slow down.” Bill appeared in front of him. “Calm down and explain.”
“Great-uncle Ford wants to get rid of you. Forever. I need to get you as far away from Gravity Falls as possible.” Dipper explained, trying to reach for Bill’s arm, but his hand passing right through the ghost.
The blond looked down, golden eyes wouldn’t meet Dipper’s. Quietly he spoke. “I can’t leave Gravity Falls.”
Dipper froze, insides turning to ice. “Why not?”
“My bones from when I was human are buried here. I can’t leave the town borders.” Bill replied.
“But there has to be a way. How will Ford destroy you?”
“My bones. You burn them, my spirit is destroyed. It’s painful too. Dipper…” Bill hesitated, shifting from side to side as if debating whether to tell him something or not.
“Yes?” The teen breathed, wanting to do anything in his power to save the ghost that saved him. He owed Bill.
“There is a way. I’ll show you to my grave…” Bill grabbed Dipper’s hand, flying him out the window and to the Gravity Falls cemetery. It was a green hill and field that the Valentino’s took care off. At the top of the hill, next to a tree was a grave.
Dipper stared at the grave, reading it. “William Mischief Cipher?” He asked. “This is you?”
The blond ghost nodded once, eyes forlorn as he gazed upon the place he was buried. “1843… right when I got to the town…” he muttered.
Dipper glanced over at Bill, his chest clenching at the sight of him acting so…human. He had feelings just as any person would. It was incredible what he could see if he looked deep into those golden eyes that held many secrets. Dipper grabbed a shovel and drug up the grave, staring at the skeleton of the blond.
Bill had turned away as he couldn’t bear to see his old bones. “Sure should be a locket…heart shaped. It was my mother’s before she gave it to me as a kid.” He told him, voice cracking.
Dipper’s eyes watered, noticing how much this was affecting the ghost. He took the locket, dusting it off and clasping it around his own neck while he covered the bones back up with dirt. He walked home, the ghost floating behind him.
Once they were safely back in the Shack, Dipper turned to Bill, crumpling the ghost in a hug, crying. For once he was soild.
“Pine Tree…why?” Whispered Bill in surprise as he hugged back, feeling the warmth of the human against him..
Dipper cried into his shoulder, gripping tightly to Bill. “I love you. I love you Bill and I don’t know why.”
Immediately Bill pulled back to stare straight into Dipper’s eyes. They stood there staring at each other, breathing slow. The teen had spoke from the heart, blushing in the awkward silent as he hoped Bill didn’t mind.
“Thank you, Dipper Pines. I love you too. Keep my locket safe…” he smiled, peace and happiness filling his blond eyes. Slowly he started to fade.
Dipper’s eyes widened. “What?”
“My curse. You broke it. In my past life I never had a lover so I was cursed to walk this world as I was dead until someone would love me. As a ghost, most people think I’m evil, but I’m not. Until you came along. You truly fell in love with me. Which means my curse is broken. I’m free…” Bill started crying in happiness, smiling as his eyes shone. “We’ll meet again. Don’t know where, don’t know when. But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day!” Bill started to fade, singing beautifully.
Dipper cried harder, clutching onto the ghost, tell him not to leave. “I love you, Bill. Don’t leave me.”
“Keep smiling through, just like you always do. Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds away.” The blond faded even more, leaning closer to kiss Dipper. They kissed, once last lovers kiss as Bill’s form was almost gone.
“We’ll meet again some sunny day, Pine Tree!” And with that his form was gone, blown away with a warm breeze that ruffled the brunet’s hair.
“We’ll meet again soon, Bill. I love you.” Dipper’s voice cracked as he desperately held onto to the locket that was once Bill’s, years spilling down his face. “Some sunny day.”
Out of all the love stories that are done well, that you like, which one is your fave (kdramas and american dramas included)? And also list them in order. Please and thank you!
It’s really interesting because I have a few of these lists floating around because the more I get exposed to television, the longer my list gets. What I’m going to do is, tell you my top two that haven’t changed and will most likely stay my top two, then I’m going to include the love stories that I’ve been recently exposed to but that have affected me deeply or made me gush and then my old reliables and I’ll try to do them all in order.
1. Kim Shin and Eun Tak, Goblin The Lonely and Great God
I’m sorry if it’s repetitive but it’s the sheer emotion in this love story. It’s one of those unshakeable, profound, cosmic, epic romances that really touch you and the chemistry is just sheer magic (part of it is because of the fantastic element and how that bleeds into the romance, for instance Kim Shin has the power to control the weather. If he’s sad it rains, if he’s happy — or drunk — cherry blossoms bloom and that directly relates to what happens or doesn’t happen to Eun Tak who is in a way cursed)
In The Vampire Diaries, the show always talks about how everything is heightened as a vampire, extreme highs and earth-shattering lows and that’s like the romance between these two characters, it’s highly dramatic without veering into melodrama and they can also be quite adorable.
The show and their story stayed with me for months, I’ve said it time and time again but I couldn’t hear any music from this show without crying because I was so emotional and I couldn’t shut up about it because it moved me that deeply and I’ve just never had such a strong emotional attachment to a couple before. Like with Stelena, I love them, I’ll cape for them, I’ll vid them, I think they’re a beautiful love story and I’m attached to them for sure but not in the same way as Kim Shin and Eun Tak where I was almost, like, devastated by how attached I got to that story. And I think another reason why I got attached to it so severely is because if it was a North American show, I think it would’ve been a disaster and the declarations they make to each other would’ve been severely codependent and toxic but it worked so beautifully and seamlessly here.
2. Stefan and Elena, The Vampire Diaries
I had ships I was passionate about before Stelena but it was more like, I really liked seeing those two characters together. Stelena was the first ship where I think I was actually invested in their story and could fully articulate why
and saw chemistry and knew what it was right away.
It was a relationship that made complete sense and was still magical and passionate and transcendental at the same time and it was the first time I was really inducted into fandom where I’d be like, No, they’re actually a well-written beautiful love story. Fight Me.
Very Recent Ships
1. Yuri and Victor, Yuri on Ice
Barring sort of watching Inuyasha as an angsty teen, this is the first time I’m watching anime and my friends are all huge anime people so my facebook was going crazy about Yuri on Ice when it was on and I was still uninterested but I decided to watch it and the relationship between Yuri and Victor is so heartbreakingly intimate, like there is sexual tension and it’s very sensual and erotic without being pornographic but what’s really great about it is that the sensuality and the eroticism springs from the fact that this is a love story beyond platonic love, beyond romantic love, it’s just love? Like it’s actually pure, true love between two human beings who share a connection with each other and it isn’t innocent it’s just uncorrupted but also surprisingly seductive. Like I didn’t anticipate to get excited and for my heart to race seeing their story unfold.
It was a very happy surprise.
2. Dong-Man and Ae-ra, Fight For My Way
Literally started this drama yesterday and caught up to all of the episodes today, very sad there are only 4 episodes left. This is actually probably my favourite friendship to romance relationship because it’s super realistic in really funny
and vulnerable ways.
But I also really love these two characters paired together because they’re both extremely independent people who rely on each other, this couple manages to strike a balance I rarely see on North American television where they’re fiercely, ferociously protective of each other
without being codependent. And I just really like how Dong-Man encourages Ae-ra to be emotional, to be vulnerable, how e tells her it’s not cool to pretend to be OK when she’s sad, how being strong is being in touch with how you feel and how Ae-ra pushes Dong-Man to have confidence, to be strong and determined and it’s not a big deal. The reciprocity is on point. Plus their chemistry is insane.
3. Eun Chan and Han Kyul, Coffee Prince
This love story was hard for me to watch because it was a romance that tore each of them up since Eun Chan was lying about being a boy and falling for Han Kyul and Han Kyul thought he was falling for a boy so went through a lot of psychological and emotional turmoil and it goes on for a very long time but their chemistry was really great and the sense of push-pull was done extremely well, the angst, the struggle, the way they show how much they like each other, like it just hit all of the notes though really good acting so it’s a story that stuck with me.
4. Noah and Rosalee, Underground
It still hurts me that the show got cancelled but Noah and Rosalee’s relationship really stuck with me partly because of the insane chemistry, I had a post on them talking about gazes and you all know how much I love gazes and for gazes to work you need potent chemistry which they have
Also partly because there’s a delicateness and gentleness and just pure affection in their romance in a world and environment that is so harsh and so brutal and so unjust and so violent towards them for being black in America and partly because it’s symbolic.
5. Nick and June, The Handmaid’s Tale
That chemistry, that pure things unsaid, intense, heart pounding, quiet yet potent chemistry.
1. Basically every ship on Spartacus unless it includes Gannicus because fuck Gannicus
2. Jax and Tara, Sons of Anarchy
3. Mickey and Ian, Shameless
(TVD couldn’t even begin to understand this kind of development post-Stelena)
4. Oz and Willow/Buffy and Angel, Buffy The Vampire Slayer
5. Michael and Jane, Jane The Virgin
6. Matt and Julie/Jess and Vince on Friday Night Lights