but it really is something i love about his writing

rnd-1d  asked:

Hi Susie! I really admire your work, and I was hoping you had some advice for other writers? I wanted to try writing a fic (it'll be my first), so are there any tips you have? (keeping audience attention, character development, etc) Thanks!

Thank you, Lovely.  That’s very sweet of you to say.

Find something you are passionate about.  

I write conversations the way I hear conversations.  People stop in the middle of words, they jump from thought to thought, and I try to make sure I represent that.  

Become an observer of people.  How their faces change and the way the emotions they’re experiencing register on their faces.

Research and read other authors.  I can’t count the number of times I’ve read an emotion and gone “OH SHIT…is THAT how you describe that in words?”

Get a good beta.  @chrissy22787 is my favorite person in the world because of how honest she is with me.  She is my friend but also a fan and so she approaches what I send her with both of those eyes.  She is also always down to talk about my characters like they are real people.  Which for me, it doesn’t get any better than that.  She’s who I listen to and the ONLY person I change plot points or scenes for.  If she suggests it, I weigh it heavily before deciding one way or the other and if I don’t do it (which is rare) I have a good reason for doing so and we discuss that.  She also helps with character development when I might accidentally revert someone to something they resolved three chapters ago.  Ooops.  Sometimes I think she keeps track of my stories better than I do.

Write from experience.  The entire story doesn’t have to encompass your experience, but parts of it should.  (i.e. I’ve been cheated on.  So I knew how Emily’s emotions were guiding her in POU.)

If you would like to tell me your idea when you get one I’d be more than happy to bounce back and forth with you to get some creative juices flowing.

Keeping audience attention is a tough one for me.  I’m always concerned that someone is reading a chapter going, “Um…wtf?  This sucks.” and they stop reading.  I get around that by making sure something significant happens in each chapter.  I don’t really write filler, mainly because I don’t like to read filler.  Which I guess is the most important lesson I learned…write what you would read yourself.  If you won’t read it, don’t expect anyone else to.  I read my chapters over at least a dozen times before I post them.  Hence why I get so uptight when I don’t have a lot of chapters banked.  

Hopefully that helps you out.  I wish you good luck.  It’s a wild ride.

I must say, I really like the way Japanese anime magazines write about Victuuri.

Take this one for example - it’s a tiny excerpt from the February Animage. (Feel free to correct me if you think my translation is inaccurate.)

Transcending teacher and student
Yuuri doesn’t have a name for his feelings for Victor but he decides to call them “love”. The relationship between Yuuri and Victor transcends mere student-teacher relations and may be something even deeper and warmer than that.

What I find amusing about this is the use of the word “maybe” (かもしれない). It’s like they’re trying to somehow water it down and make it sound less romantic than it really is (and they’re failing at it pretty badly lol). They paint this sweet, warm picture of their relationship only to later go “…maybe!”. It just feels like such an afterthought, like someone checking the original text and going “Hey, this sounds too gay, try to make it sound more casual, ya know, more platonic or something” and the person just slapped ‘maybe’ onto it and called it a day lol.

Anyway, where I’m going with this is to say that most Japanese viewers know that they’re more than a student and teacher, more than an idol and his fan, more than friends or family. The authors of the articles even go as far as to point it out in pretty clear terms (in an official anime magazine)! The reason the “maybe” is funny, is because they’re still trying to keep it ambiguous, like “ooh, maybe they’re fiances, maybe they’re just really good friends, who knooooows~” like some sort of self-indulgent cock-teasing of the fans, as though we don’t know the truth. I have a feeling it’s also a means to fend off the fans who don’t see Victor and Yuuri as a couple (heretics, I know) and a way for them to say “Well, we said that they are more than a student and teacher but we didn’t say what they are exactly“ as though it’s not obvious, meaning that some fans who completely reject the idea that they might be gay can come up with their own explanation for what they are.

I suppose I just find it amusing that they go out of their way to describe how their relationship is not platonic and then go “But hey, if you want to think otherwise then we can’t stop you (but they’re still more than student-teacher, mate)”.

It’s a bit like they’re implying that “You can think what you want, but we all know that they’re in love.” without actually saying that.

It’s like they’re both conforming to Japanese standards and going against them all at once.

And, I don’t know, I just really like that harmless contradiction. Their message is subtle and almost hesitant, but clear - Victor and Yuuri love each other in more ways than one - and I really do appreciate that they took the time (and space) to point it out.

a day in december: traditions

on ao3

@sitting-in-thee-corner​ said something about chugging hot chocolate and i just ran with it

i love the classmates but whenever i write them it turns into a weird meme-y shitpost also definitely not my best work but considering i’m writing a fic a day i’m giving myself a little slack for this month

ITS LATE BUT I WAS REALLY BUSY (and then had a lovely hour long conversation with a very very tired and slightly delusional @zoenightstars​) AND WAS UP TILL 3 AM YESTERDAY IT STILL COUNTS OK ITLL BE FINE


Adrien tilts his head and stares at his classmates, who are all crowded around the teacher’s desk. Alix and Kim trash talk each other loudly as Nathanael stands on a chair and scribbles on the chalkboard. Chloé raises an eyebrow when she sees Adrien by the door before Nathanael taps on her head. She scowls and swats him away. Sabrina hands him another color of chalk. Max is saying something about odds and Ivan is nodding along like he understand as Nino listens with a glazed eyes.

Alya joins Adrien in the doorway. She purses her lips. “Hm…”

He frowns. “Do you…?”

She shakes her head. “Not a clue.”

“Uh, guys? Can I get through?”

They turn to see Marinette standing behind them. She gives them a half smile, arms wrapped around a large box from the bakery.

“Do you need any help?” Adrien offers.

She shakes her head, her bangs falling into her eyes. She makes a face and blows them away before saying. “I don’t haul flour bags around all day for nothing.” She tightens her grip on the box and holds it with one arm, showing off her muscles by flexing her free arm.

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Fic Recs of 2016: Sterek Edition

(Find my Stucky Rec List for this year here

As I said in my other fic rec post, this has been a hard year but on the bright side, I read a lot of fic. Here’s some of the Sterek fic I read and enjoyed this year. 

Just To See You Again by MellytheHun (Explicit, 14k)

A sterek college!AU where writing student Stiles specializes in love letters, runs a blog about it and can be commissioned to write love letters on behalf of lovers who are at a loss for words.

He makes some cash, he’s good at what he does (especially when he gets to be a little more explicit in his letters), it pays for his textbooks and that’s all he’s really looking for and life is fine. That is, until someone anonymously commissions him to write a love letter to mathematics student, Derek Hale.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm (Explicit, 118k)

There’s something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can’t quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There’s something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

It’s Amazing What You Find Online These Days by Simplistically_content (Gen, 3k)

Stiles gets bored of researching. Derek shows up. There’s a website. A live site technician. And a cute guy with nice eyes.

Dream of Life Again by BarlowGirl (Explicit, 18k)

“You better be ready,” Lydia says as she cleans dirt out from under her nails with an antiseptic wipe. Stiles can smell the lemon scent even from where he stands a few feet away. She’s probably going to end up covered in blood in a few moments, but she likes to be in control in any way she can, so he doesn’t tease her about this. “It’s time to start.”

“I’m ready,” Stiles says and he’s pretty sure it’s not even a lie. Hopefully.

Scott, Stiles, and Lydia each sit at one point of the triskelion that Lydia’s drawn on the tarp. The center is a tight knot of some language Stiles had never even heard of before this, written in ink in tiny writing. It’s beautiful and also makes him slightly nauseated. Lydia makes both cuts, so the blood drops from Stiles’ arm and Scott’s, too, into the center of the triskelion. There’s wolfsbane on Scott’s knife, not enough to make him sick, but enough to keep him from healing too quickly.

It’s a surprisingly simple thing, after that, for what they’re doing. Blood, a few words, and a little magic.

Just those things, and, for the first time in three years, Laura Hale gasps in a breath.

Or: Resurrected Laura!!!

Professional Werewolf Witch by reptilianraven (Gen, 5k)

“Are you going to buy anything else?” Professional Eyebrows says and Stiles would like to buy him. A cup of coffee. On a date.

He just ends up pointing at the crate of whatever the fuck is behind Professional Eyebrows’ head and says, “Uh, a box of that stuff.”

P.E. turns, glances at the crate, and raises an eyebrow at Stiles. “You want a box of charmed rattlesnake tail?” God, magic is so fucking weird.

“Yeah.” Stiles nods because he’s making an ass out of himself. The hipster vampire browsing in the corner is not so subtly laughing at him. The sooner he leaves the better.

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The one where Derek Hale is a Professional Werewolf Witch who owns a magic shop and Stiles fails at being smooth on a regular basis.

Dinomite by drunktuesdays (Explicit, 2k)

For llassah, for the tfln prompt

(303): apparently while i was high i thought that putting a dinosaur temporary tattoo on my inner thigh would keep me from taking my pants off and having sex with him…

(303): …it didn’t…

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of by Lissadiane (Not Rated, 14k)

It’s a cold, snowy night and Stiles is halfway through his shift at the campus coffee shop when a tall, dark and handsome stranger walks in, one who seems unaware that he’s being haunted by a wolf.

In which Stiles Stilinski sees the ghosts of animals with unfinished business, and Derek Hale is unaware that his dearly departed sister left a few things unfinished.

Filter Out The Starlight by skoosiepants (Teen, 12k)

“Why are you not more curious about me?” Stiles says when Derek’s got the door half open, sun spilling over the dark wood, dust motes spinning about his legs. Stiles is wearing fabric that hasn’t been invented yet, he’s clutching a smart phone to his chest, and he appeared out of nowhere, like an angel.

Softly, Derek says, “We all have our secrets,” and closes the door.

Or-

A heartbroken Stiles accidentally travels back in time to find his one true love. A harlequin-ish Christmas romance.

Lose Myself

Characters – Dean x Reader

Summary – You didn’t mean to snoop through Dean’s things, but you can’t ignore what you found.

Word Count – 1,689

Warnings – None

A/N – Anonymous request: Hey there! I really love your writing -Always is my personal fave- and I was wondering whether I could get a request. Sooo Dean and the reader are bffs since they were very young and in love but too stubborn 2 admit it. One day the reader searches his closet for something and discovers a box full of mementos including photos and her favorite scarf, the one she thought she’d lost the night Dean left to go look for his dad. She conforts him about it and he admits his feelings. What do you think?

Hope you like it, Nonnie!  Thank you so much for the request!  As always feedback is loved and appreciated!  Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories.  

Originally posted by soluscheese

Your name: submit What is this?


You’d completely ransacked your closet twice and still couldn’t find your favorite flannel. Disgruntled, you walked back to the laundry room to see if it had inadvertently fallen between or behind the machines.  You’d been missing it for a couple of weeks now and with the temperature beginning to drop outside, you really wanted to wear it.  It used to belong to Dean, but you’d long ago taken it over and refused to give it back. 

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Baby Girl

Request- ‘Hey! Can you write a Spencer Reid x Reader where he unconsciously starts picking up what Morgan does with Garcia and calls the reader ‘babygirl’ (they’re close friends or something) and Morgan and Garcia tease him about it and then they set up a mistletoe between their desks so they have to kiss and when she kisses him really long she apologizes and then he takes her in his arms and says 'it’s okay babygirl’? I know it’s kinda weird I’m sorry. :/ Thank you so much &I I love your writing&blog!💕’


THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR REQUESTS GUYS. I have requests backed up until the end of the month, but if you have any more, feel free to send them in and they will be posted in early Feb! :)


You skip into the BAU, in your hands a coffee for yourself, and a coffee for your best friend, Spencer Reid.

‘Spence,’ You shout, as he swivels his chair around to see you. ‘Coffee!’

He grins and takes the cup from your hands. ‘Thanks baby girl.’

You suddenly hear a spluttering coming from behind you, where Morgan has laughed so much that he accidentally inhaled some of his own coffee. You turn your attention back to Reid, who’s face has dropped as he realizes what he had said.

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The Secret - Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: May can you write something where the reader is a big fan of Teen Wolf/PPL (you choose) and she has a crush on Theo/Mike and now she’s dating Cody and she never told him about knowing and crushing on him/his character. And after dating for a while he, somehow, finds out and gets really mad about it? But a happy ending xx

Word Count: 2,178

Warnings: Mentions of sex 

Author’s Note: I love Cody. I need him in my life.

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by teenwolfhowl

“We are here live on the red carpet for The Ryan Seacrest Foundation in San Antonio, Texas, where some of Hollywood’s biggest and favorite couples are spending their Valentine’s Day giving back and raising money for the Children’s Hospital of San Antonio,” Ryan Seacrest spoke into his E! microphone and looked directly into the camera before he turned to his left to see who was next on the red carpet. “In fact, here’s my good buddy and his girlfriend, Teen Wolf’s Cody Christian and Y/N Y/L/N. Watch your step,” Ryan offered a hand to Y/N as she picked up her dress a little and carefully walked up the steps with Cody’s hand at the small of her back, guiding her up the steps.

Hugs and handshakes were exchanged as they quickly said hello to one another before Ryan jumped back into work mode. “First of all, thank you so much for spending your Valentine’s Day with us as I’ve known you two for a while now, but I didn’t realize you two are also celebrating your ten year anniversary today!” Ryan put a hand to his mouth to cover his next words from the couple and looked directly into the camera, “I hear wedding bells soon,” he sang in a playful and jokingly kind of way as he winked at the camera.

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Yuanfen - Part 12 (END)

Characters - Bucky x Reader, Steve, Tesla

Word Count -  2253

Warnings - Language

A/N - It’s over!! Omg, ya’ll have no idea how happy I am that it’s finished. Also, something that I noticed while I was writing this part was that - this story was never really about love. It was never about Bucky and the reader. It was about Steve and the reader. Sometimes we go through things with our friends that tear us apart and we have to be the ones to decide if we value their place in our lives or if it’s time to just let go.

Yuanfen Masterlist

Originally posted by esgaroths

“What are you talking about?” You asked, hearing your heart beating loud in your ears as a laugh rumbled through his chest, “Are you serious?”

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I’ll Fill Him In - Cassian Andor
  • Anonymous asked: Cassian seems like the kind of person who would not be into public displays of affection but would leave little things for you or do little tasks that you would forget otherwise or graze his fingers with yours when he’s sure no one would notice or nudges you with his forehead when he’s tired. Could you write something for that? I love him because he’s so reserved and sweet but so full of fire and passion for the things he truly cares about: the rebellion and, of course, you.
  • I really want to write more stuff like this. Sleepy affectionate Cassian is honestly adorable.

You felt terrible for the man sitting beside you. Cassian had just returned from a month-long mission and he looked like he hadn’t slept much for the duration of it, yet here he was, forced to sit through one of General Draven’s intelligence briefings. Meetings like these were just for show and always boring, and the general droned on and on about pieces of intelligence you already knew, or could infer from what you did know.

Poor Cassian was a trooper, though, sitting there with his head relatively high and feigning interest in whatever the general was saying. You knew he wasn’t really paying attention, though, because every once in a while, his thumb would ghost its way across your knuckles before returning to its place beside your own thumb. He had intertwined your hands not even five minutes into the meeting—which had greatly surprised you—and had moved his hand only once to adjust how he was sitting.

Cassian was not one for public displays of affection. He thought them tactless and a little confusing. Why, he argued would anyone want other people to see the details of their relationship with someone else? And, in some cases, you saw his point. There were a few couples on base that would just make out in the middle of corridors, on the launch pad, in the canteen, anywhere, really, and you didn’t particularly want or need to see any of it. But sometimes, all you wanted was a hug from him. Yet here he was, holding your hand, not only in public, but also in front of other officers. Granted, it was dark where you were sitting at the back of the amphitheater, but it was still monumental.

As General Draven continued to speak, you felt Cassian start to lean against you gently. Glancing up, you noticed that his eyelids were beginning to grow heavy, and he was having issues keeping them open. Smiling softly to yourself, you pulled his arm closer to you, and snuggled into his shoulder. At first, he glanced down at you with a bit of shock in his eyes, but soon, he understood what you were doing and allowed his cheek to rest against the crown of your head.

After a moment, he picked his head back up and you felt his lips pressing against your hair gently. “I love you.” Cassian’s voice was soft, and you could tell just how much he needed sleep from the grittiness in it.

You smiled up at him, rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand. “I know.” He smiled at that and soon, the pressure of his head resting against yours returned.

After a minute or two of sitting like that, you felt Cassian’s body relax significantly. His hand was loose in your grip, and his posture was less rigid. You could tell he was starting to drift to sleep. Gently, you brought his hand up to your lips, kissing his knuckles softly.

You heard General Draven clear his throat, and you glanced up, making eye contact with the senior officer.

“Yes, General?” you questioned evenly, attempting to keep your tone loud enough so that the general could hear you, but steady enough so as not to wake Cassian.

“Are you and the captain planning on paying attention any time soon, or should I start giving these briefings to a brick wall?”

“I’m paying attention, General. You were just telling us about the informants on Uyter.” The general nodded, acknowledging the fact that you were correct. “As for Captain Andor, he’s just gotten back from a long mission. I’ll fill him in later.

Something Here [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Request: Hi! Could you please write a linxreader imagine? Reader is lin’s girlfriend, but they haven’t been together for that long and she is quite a bit younger than him. He takes her to the show one night and introduces her to the cast. The cast have there worries about her being younger and that she might only be with him for the fame. (They maybe confront him about this) In the end they see that she is not with him for fame or whatever, but really loves him. I would love it if you could write this.

Word count: 1,495

Warnings: age difference, light swearing, a little bit of angst but nothing big.

A/N: I changed the request a little (as always) but the main idea remains. I hope this is what you wanted, the idea came kinda easily to me this way, so maybe that’s why I went a bit off from the request, I hope you still like it tho! <3 

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You knew. The moment his lips touched yours during rehearsal you knew, and it felt like the most cliche description ever to say that you got butterflies on stomach and a spark between you and Lin when you kissed, but that was exactly what happened.

Weeks progressed and you, the newest understudy for all three Schuyler sisters, were scared out of your goddamn mind. This was your broadway debut, and learning the four female roles on the biggest show on Broadway was no easy task on its own, being in love with the creator and main star of the show didn’t help either.

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Parker Is... In Love?

Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,402

Description: Damon Salvatore discovers that Kai Parker’s only weakness is you. He wants to use it to his advantage to get revenge for his own lover Elena, so he decides to play a game of matchmaker, only for his plan to backfire when he discovers your true feelings for him. 

Warnings: Mentions of character death, major fluff.

Request: Hey I was wondering if possibly you could write something really mushy with either Kai Parker from Tvd’s or Sam Winchester. Like where they both are in love with eachother but neither wants to tell the other and either maybe Cas spills the beans or Damon. Thank you 😊

A/N: This is explained at first from Damon’s perspective of Kai and then transitions, but I just really love talking about Kai so, I hope you enjoy :)

Requests are open :)

Originally posted by sssssssim

Damon Salvatore was never fond of Kai Parker. He was the one person who single handedly destroyed his happiness. For a long time Damon was joyful and filled with life (ironically), able to take on the world.

Then Kai put his girlfriend in a coma and killed his best friend’s wife.

However, his time Damon held an advantage on Kai, he knew his deepest secret.

Kai Parker, the man who didn’t hold an ounce of humanity in him, was in love.

Present day Damon was now standing in front of Kai, who was begging to be let in past his front door. 

“Damon please let me in so we can talk about this.”

Kai pleaded, sounding like a dramatic teen who just cheated on his girlfriend. He only wanted Damon to forget, and conversations like these have been occurring ever since Kai found out that Damon had known about his feelings towards you.

“Listen Kai, I don’t care what you have to say about anything. You need to stay away from me and my friends, especially (Y/N). Now, goodbye!”

Damon slammed the door in his face and rolled his eyes, angered by the fact that Kai Parker even thought he could have a girl like you.

You were nice and caring, always wished to put your friends first and wanting nothing less. Everyone was able to see you bright personality, which always shined through the dark times of life.

But, when Damon slammed the door on Kai, he didn’t take notice of your car pulling into the driveway. 

As you walked along the pathway towards the front door, you noticed Kai standing with his back facing you and his hands on either side of the door frame.

“Kai? What are you doing here?”

You asked causing him to jump and look back at you. He gave you a shy smile and straightened out his shirt and jacket out of nervousness, you mirrored his grin and took a step up onto the porch.

“Hey, (Y/N)! I’m was just trying to get Damon to talk to me but I got the door slammed in my face again. The usual. What are you doing here?”

Kai crossed his arms and started to fidget with his feet in an attempt to shake off his nerves.

“I just came to check up on Damon and Stefan, and to drop off this.”

You held up a first edition copy of Romeo and Juliet, which you borrowed from the boy’s unused extensive library.

“Oh I see, well I hope I’ll see you around then, sometime?”

He said in an attempt to sound casual.

“Yeah I’ll see you around.”

You said with a smile as you knocked on the large wooden door. You heard Damon’s footsteps, and apparently so did Kai, for he rushed out of the Salvatore’s yard and drove away.

“Kai I told you- oh hey (Y/N). Come in.”

You entered the house and presented the book to Damon, seeing Stefan sitting in the couch and joining him there.

“So I bumped into Kai on your porch.”

You stated, wanted to know why Kai was so desperately trying to talk to your long time friend. Stefan grunted and  placed down the cup off coffee he had made for himself.

“Is he never going to give up?”

Stefan directed towards Damon, you still unclear about the topic of conversation.

“Why does he keep bothering you guys? Does he want to apologize?”

You asked Damon as he walked over to the couch and poured himself a glass of whisky.

“I guess so, the bastard says he’s in love with you and wants to make amends to win you over.”

Your heart sped up from the indirect confession, for you have had feelings towards him for quite sometime, only suppressing them because of his violent past.

The good in people was never hidden from you view, and you got to see that goodness in Kai more than anyone else. This caused you to develop some feelings for him, plus you always had a thing for bad boys with a heart.

“No! No, no, no! (Y/N), you are not attracted to him! You are not allowed to be! He is evil!”

Damon exasperated, putting his whisky down before he spilt it.

“How-”

“Did you forget I can hear your heart beating? It’s a no from me, you are not allowed to run into his toned arms!”

He looked over to Stefan for some back up, only for Stefan to unfold the newspaper and took back his coffee, drawing his eyes away from his older brother and friend. 

“Are you kidding me? Help me out here.”

Damon spoke defeatedly, still over exaggerating his speech.

“Hey, if Elena could see the good in you after all you’ve done the same goes for (Y/N) and Kai.”

Stefan muttered from his makeshift newspaper shield.

At a loss for words, Damon grunted and walked away. You were left sitting next to Stefan on the couch, while he read his newspaper. In a way to acknowledge Stefan’s defense, you raise a small fist up, which he fist bumped back.

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Not wanting to go against your best friend of five years you remained distance from Kai. However, everyday you would go to the Salvator house and try to persuade Damon to see your side of things.

Little did you know, Kai was doing the same thing, just after you left.

Eventually, soon after your feelings towards each other became apparent, Damon caved in.

“Listen Damon you know I’ll just keep coming back! Stefan made a good point! Plus, you said he wanted to apologize to you, he would probably want to fix things and-”

“Okay! Okay, I get it! Just sit on the couch and wait ten minutes, just trust me.”

After getting a response from Damon, you listened and sat on the couch, curious as to what would happen next.

Just as he said, ten minutes later a knock cam from the door. Damon placed his hand on the handle and looked back at you, opening the door to reveal Kai.

“Damon I think it’s about time that you-”

Annoyed, Damon grabbed his shirt sleeve and dragged him inside, closing the door behind him. Then he brought him over to where you sat and pushed his towards you.

“I’ve had it from you two, I am so sick and tired of hearing about how much you deserve to give the other a chance! I mean really, I literally have time to waste but this nonsense is slowly killing me! Do me a favor and just make out already!”

As he was walking away, Kai spoke out.

“Wait what?”

Pausing and turning around, Damon spoke again.

“You love her, she loves you. Just stop bothering me.”

Kai looked back over to you shyly, both of your cheeks covered in a light blush.

“Um, I was trying to apologize to Damon for all the things that I’ve done for a while now. I just was hoping if I got on good terms with him you would see that I was worthy of your attention.”

He confessed, sitting down next to you.

“I’m surrounded by vampires and werewolves, what you did hurt my friends and I but I find that with forgiveness amends can be made.”

You responded to Kai, he smiled and took your had in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. 

“I think I’ve known for a long time you’ve always treated me differently than the others, they all looked at me with hate while you looked at me with sympathy.”

“I like to think I see the good in people and you weren’t an acceptation.”

You both smiled and laugh, your hand never leaving his.

“Can I just kiss you now?”

Kai said biting his lip, while you just leaned in to capture his kiss. 

You moved your hand away from his and placed it on his cheek, while he moved his to your waist, never breaking away from your lips. 

When you two broke apart, Kai pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around you, wanting to close the distance between you and him.

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.”

“Did you just quote Romeo and Juliet?”

“I thought it was fitting.”

Stiles- Control

Request-  the reader goes through something traumatic w/ the pack & they can tell that it’s really effecting them so they get together and decide it’s best that they wipe the reader’s memories/experiences of the pack and this occurs the summer after senior year so everyone goes off to Uni and stiles ends up going the same one as the reader and they eventually meet in a mutual class and become friends but stiles tries to keep his distance bc he fears they might remember. (love ur writing so much srsly!❤️)

A/N- I honestly loved this concept, and I’m seriously thinking about doing a multiple part series with this. It might just be one more part, although I could do a third. Let me know what you guys think, or if you’d like to see a part 2!

Stiles sat on his front porch, anxiously tapping his fingers against his lips. He was supposed to be washing his jeep, but he couldn’t bring himself to get up and do it. This was something you and he had always done together, and being his best friend, he sometimes thought you loved that jeep more than he did. Even though he had gone through the trouble of grabbing the bucket, cleaning cloths and soap, he still couldn’t bring himself to walk off that porch without you striding beside him.
You and your entire family had gone missing two weeks ago, and Stiles had the terrifying suspicion that it had something to do with you being hunters. You had never been like the Argents, and your family had raised you to do good, but because of that, they had made plenty of enemies.
You were supposed to be going off to college in a few months, the exact same school that Stiles was going to. You were supposed to attend Cal State with him. You were supposed to be there, right by his side, washing the jeep and laughing, but there were a lot of things that should have been happening that weren’t.
Stiles closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. His father and Parrish had used every resource they could find. Chris Argent was searching for information from every hunter he knew. Hell, even Braeden had talked to some old contacts, thinking they might know something about you.
An entire family just didn’t go missing, but no one had been able to find a trace of you, or any evidence for that matter. It was like you vanished off the face of the planet. Like you had vanished from Stiles’ life.
With everything that had happened with the Ghost Riders, Stiles thought it wasn’t possible. He thought everyone would finally get some peace, that they would finally get to live their lives, but that had been nothing more than a pipe dream.
Suddenly his phone rang, causing him to jump. He kept it at full volume now and never turned it off, just in case there was any news of you. Every call he had answered thinned his hope just a little bit, but he told himself he couldn’t give up. You hadn’t given up on him when everyone forgot about him, and Stiles would never give up on you.
“Hello?” he asked.
“Stiles,” his dad stated. “We found Y/n.”
“What?” he demanded, scrambling up from the porch. “What happened? Where is she?”
“On her way to the hospital,” he told you. “But Stiles, we don’t know all of what happened. Apparently it’s pretty ugly.”
“Ugly?” he asked. “What do you mean?”
The Sheriff was silent for a few seconds. “Her whole family’s dead.”
Stiles opened his mouth, but all that came out was a hoarse choking sound.
“Argent found them. They…Stiles, they were slaughtered. Y/n was covered in blood, but for some reason they left her alive. Argent says it was probably some kind of cruel joke, because women are the leaders and there would still be a chance to carry on the family line…look, it doesn’t matter. You need to get to the hospital. Call Scott and the others. She’s going to need you.”
Stiles nodded, although his father couldn’t see him. “I will. I’ll call them.”

“Her parents are dead?” Lydia demanded as Stiles peeled out of her driveway.
“Yes,” he told her.
“But she’s alive?” Lydia asked firmly, her green eyes watering.
Stiles nodded. “Yeah, but apparently she was hurt pretty bad. Scott’s picking up Malia, but hopefully we’ll be able to see her when she gets there.”
Lydia nodded. “What do you think happened?”
“Some hunting rivalry thing,” Stiles told her. “At least that’s what Argent told my dad. You know her family had enemies.”
“But they’ve never done anything wrong,” Lydia whispered, closing her eyes. “Y/n’s never done anything wrong.”
“Unless you count the time we broke into the Station together,” he offered softly. “Or stole the police van. Or pantsed Scott in the back of the grocery store…”
Lydia shot him a look. “You know what I mean. She hasn’t killed anyone. She doesn’t like to hurt people.”
Stiles nodded. “I know.”
They drove the rest of the way in silence, and just as Stiles parked messily in one of the free spots, an ambulance came screaming into the parking lot. Stiles threw the door open and stumbled out, watching as the ambulance screeched to a stop in front of the main doors.
He was dimly aware of Lydia getting out behind him, but when he saw the paramedics throw open the doors and wheel a body out, he knew it was you. You were lying on the gurney, and for a second Stiles was terrified you were dead, but then you began to try and sit up.
“Y/n!” Stiles screamed, racing toward you.
“Ma’am, you need to lie back,” one of the EMTs was instructing you.
“No,” you were murmuring. “No-I-I have to go back. I just left them there. I have to go back. Someone has to get them.”
“Y/n!” Stiles breathed, but another paramedic held him back. “Hey that’s my fr-”
That was when he realized. That was when he really truly saw you, and felt his stomach churn violently. You were sitting up, and you were definitely alive, but you looked like you had been splattered with dozens of gallons of red paint. Stiles knew it wasn’t paint, and now that he was closer, he could see that you were drenched in blood.
Judging by what Argent had said, it was probably the blood of your family.
“Stiles,” you croaked, glancing over at him.
“We’ve gotta go,” said a nurse, suddenly coming through the front doors.
The guy nodded and wheeled you forward, leaving you to fall back against the gurney. You glanced back as you were taken away, and Stiles could see how broken and terrified your eyes looked. He knew you needed him.
He darted forward, but the paramedic was still holding him. “You can’t go in there, man. They’ll take care of her, alright?”
Stiles shoved the man away bitterly, and turned to Lydia, who had her hands over her mouth.
“Was that…was that her family’s blood?” she whispered, watching the ambulance back away.
“Probably,” Stiles said quietly.
“Oh god,” Lydia breathed. “What happened to her?”
Stiles shook his head. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. Come on.”
Lydia followed Stiles into the hospital, and if she hadn’t been so terrified, she probably would have noticed the look on his face. It was the one he got when he knew everything was at stake, when he knew he had to figure something out to make sure nothing terrible happened. This time that seemed unavoidable, but Stiles was determined to figure out what happened. He was determined to help you.

You woke up with a warm hand on yours, rubbing comforting circles across your wrist. Stiles was sitting next to you as you came to, and you could see his worried eyes looming over yours.
You glanced down at yourself to see you that were no longer splattered with blood, but there were still traces of it everywhere. A forgotten patch on your elbow, red crusted under your fingernails, a bit in your eyelashes, clouding your vision with a red speck.
“Hey,” Stiles murmured, running his hand over your hair. “How you feeling?”
At the sound of his voice, you burst into tears.
“Uh…shit,” he said. “Y/n, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say the wrong thing.”
“You didn’t,” you croaked. “You didn’t…I just…I thought I’d never see you again.”
You pulled yourself up into a sitting position painfully, ignoring the protest from your ribs. Stiles leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you, and you buried your head in his shirt and sobbed.
“My parents are dead,” you choked. “They killed them in front of me, Stiles.”
“Who?” he asked softly.
“The other hunters,” you told him. “They…they used to be friends with then and they-they killed them. Oh god, there was so much blood.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Stiles whispered. “You don’t have to talk about it. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Stiles pulled himself up on the bed to sit on the edge of your mattress, so that it wa easier for you to lean into him.
“Why me?” you whispered against his chest. “Why did they leave me alive?”
Stiles could have told you a million things. He could have spouted out the same thing his dad had said, about leaving you alive to remember and carry on the line, or he could have said that it might have been because you were young. But he knew that nothing he could say was ever going to make you feel better, so he just didn’t answer.
Instead, he tightened his arms around you and rubbed your back, and placed a comforting kiss on your forehead.
“The others are out in the waiting room,” he whispered. “Scott, Lydia, Malia…even Liam. We were looking everywhere for you.”
“Can I see them?” you asked, pulling away from him to glance toward the door.
“Well, the nurses said only one of us can be here with you at a time, but I can go get whoever you want,” he told you.
He began to get up. “Do you want Lydia? Or Scott mayb-”
“No!” you cried suddenly. “I…I mean…I don’t want you to leave.”
You looked down, ashamed at how ridiculous you sounded. You brought your hands up to cover your face. “I’m sorry. God, I must sound insane. I must look even worse.”
“No,” Stiles told you. “You…you look good…for someone who was kidnapped and tortured.”
You sniffed, and Stiles paled, thinking he had said the wrong thing, but you just smiled sadly. “You never learned how to keep your foot out of your mouth, huh?”
Stiles sighed. “You know me…look, I can go get the nurse…”
“No, don’t,” you begged. “Everyone I’ve seen has been a nurse, or a doctor, and all they keep doing is pushing drugs at me and telling me they’ll call a psychiatrist. They want me to rest, they want me to talk…they all want something from me. You don’t want anything from me Stiles. You’re just my best friend.”
Stiles swallowed, and he felt his heart break a little at your words. Just your best friend.
“So…I just need you to be my best friend right now, okay?” you asked him.
He nodded. “Okay.”
“I’m going to tell you what happened,” you stated.
“Y/n, you don’t have to-”
“I need to,” you told him, and he flinched at how desperate your voice sounded. “I know you’re going to hear it eventually. I want to tell you myself, but I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I just need you to listen.”
Stiles nodded. “Okay. I can do that.”
You nodded at him and took a deep breath, and as if he somehow sensed you needed it, he reached forward to wrap his hand around yours. He sat there quietly, listening dutifully as you told him the story between shaky breaths. You explained how you had been woken in the middle of the night, drugged, carried out of your house, and brought to an abandoned warehouse in downtown Beacon Hills. Your parents were there too, and afters weeks of torture, and listening to the hunters relentlessly prattle on about what happened to traitors, they came into the room with machetes. The leader, a woman whose name you didn’t know, claimed that if you wanted to be friends to the wolves, then you would die like them.
You watched them die, slowly and painfully, and you felt like a part of you had died with them. After it was over, you were drenched in their blood, and completely in shock. You eventually managed to crawl over to them, despite the tape, but you knew they were dead. You didn’t know how long you sat like that, just that they eventually took you from the room, walked you to the front of the warehouse, and then called Chris Argent, knowing he had been a friend of your family.
He didn’t know them, but when he found you out there, sitting in the sun and covered in blood, he felt something inside of him break. He called the Sheriff, who you guessed called Stiles, and that was how you both ended up sitting in that cramped hospital room.
“You can tell the others,” you whispered when you were finished. “They’re going to find out.”
Stiles nodded. “Okay.”
“Do you know what my dad said to me?” you asked suddenly. “Before he died? He said not to forget who I was. I think he knew they weren’t going to kill me. I think he knew…and I think he thought I would try to get revenge or something.”
“Will you?” Stiles asked softly.
You threw your hands up and let out an almost hysterical laugh. “How can I? I couldn’t save them. I couldn’t even help them. How could I ever get revenge?”
Stiles felt a sinking feeling in his chest at your words. You were never one to give up hope. You had always rallied beside him, and sometimes, if he was the hopeless one, you were there to drag him up on the ground and talk sense into him. He swallowed thickly and simply pulled you into his arms again, because he was terrified that you were doing exactly what your father told you not to do. He was terrified you were losing yourself.

“How are you doing today, Y/n?…Y/n?”
You picked your eyes up from the floor of Ms. Morrell’s office. She wasn’t at the school anymore, but instead she was running her own practice in the middle of Beacon Hills. You weren’t too keen on seeing your former guidance counselor due to everything she had been involved in, but after you had moved in with Chris Argent, he assured you that it was for the best. After all, Morrell was one of the few psychologists who you could truly be honest with.
She knew about werewolves, she knew about hunters, and she knew the truth about what had happened to your parents. She knew it wasn’t just a simple act of gang violence, which was what the official statement released to the media had stated. She knew it was much more.
“Sorry,” you muttered, looking into her cool brown eyes. “I zoned out.”
“What were you thinking about?” she asked you.
You frowned. Morrell already knew the answer to her question, but for her, it wasn’t enough to just know. She always wanted to hear you say it, to state it out loud, because, according to her, it would somehow help with the healing process.
You thought that was bullshit, but it was clear that you weren’t in control in these sessions, no matter how many times she tried to assure you that you were.
“Y/n,” she said slowly. “If you’re not going to be honest with me, we’re never going to get anywhere.”
“What’s the point of this?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest and sinking back in the pleather couch. “You know I’m thinking about them. I think about them every day…every minute. My parents are gone. They’re never coming back, and this is somehow supposed to help me get over that? This is supposed to make me okay with the fact that I watched them die? That I couldn’t stop it? How the hell is anyone supposed to be okay with that?!”
Without even realizing it, you had moved off the couch and practically began to yell in her face. When you noticed you were on your feet, you quickly sat back down with red cheeks, but Morrell only had the hint of a smile on her face. Nothing seemed to phase her.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” she informed you.
“Great,” you muttered.
“I’m sensing some frustration,” she remarked. “Some survivor’s guilt.”
“Of course I’m frustrated,” you told her. “Who wouldn’t be?”
“I agree completely,” she told you. “Do you feel comfortable with talking about the day they died?”
You nodded. “I’ve been asked about it so much. It doesn’t even matter anymore.”
“It matters to me,” she told you, and for once, you believed she was being sincere.
“I had my arms duct-taped behind my back,” you told her. “In the room they kept us in. I think I was about to fall asleep. My parents were across the room. They were talking to each other. I can’t even remember what they were saying. I wish I could remember, you know? I feel like it’d just be one more piece of them that I’d have.”
Morrell nodded. “And when it happened…”
“I knew what was going on,” you said softly. “I tried to tell myself it wasn’t true, that they just wanted to scare us, but I knew that wasn’t what was happening. When they started to cut my dad, I thought we were all going to die.”
“What did you do?” she asked.
“I fought,” you admitted, tears filling your eyes. “I struggled so hard, I pulled a muscle in my side. At least that’s what the doctor told me. They kicked me, hit me…cut me. After my parents were dead, I still tried to fight. I crawled over to their bodies, but they were gone. They had been like that for a while…there was nothing I could do, but I had to try…”
You trailed off after that, closing your eyes. Morrell waited a few seconds, but when you looked back at her, she spoke.
“As humans,” she began. “We sometimes forget that there is so little in this world that we control. We like to think that we have a say in the world around us, that we can prevent horrible things from happening to us and to those we love…but in the end, the only thing we truly have control over is ourselves, and our choices.”
“But if I had been stronger…”
“What if you had been stronger?” Morrell questioned. “Would you have been able to break the tape? To fight off multiple men twenty years older and more experienced?”
“Probably not,” you admitted.
“Then why focus on it?” she asked. “Why torture yourself?”
“I guess it makes me feel like I’m punishing myself,” you told her. “Like I deserve to be miserable.”
“Did you want your parents to die?” she asked bluntly.
“What?” you whispered. “No!”
“Then how are you the guilty party?” she questioned. “Y/n, I understand that you feel like you need to take some responsibility for this. The ones truly responsible never will, so someone has to, right? I’m telling you that you are not responsible. What happened to you and your parents was not your fault. You had no control over it. But what you’re feeling right now? The guilt? The devastating loss? You do have have control over that. And you have control over what to do about it.”
“I can’t just stop feeling awful about this,” you stated dumbly.
“No,” she agreed. “But you control your thoughts, Y/n. They belong to you.”
You shook your head. “This is bullshit.”
“If that’s how you feel-” she began.
“I’m done with this,” you spat, rising to your feet. “None of this is helping.”
Morrell pursed her lips. “I can’t help you if you’re not willing to help yourself.”
You shook your head and stormed out of her office, not caring that the door slammed behind you. There was a part of you that figured that you should probably just listen and try to understand, but you were sick and tired of people trying to tell you how to feel.
You stormed out of the office, breezed past a few people in the waiting room, and stalked into the parking lot. Stiles was sitting there in the jeep, and when he saw you, he straightened up.
“What happened?” he asked when you opened the door. “Your session isn’t over for another thirty minutes.”
“It’s over,” you informed him, sliding into the jeep and slamming the door.
“Y/n…” he said softly.
“I know, I know, he’s sensitive, I’m sorry,” you gushed, reaching up to pat the dashboard.
“No, I just meant-”
“Stiles, I don’t need her telling me how to feel about this.”
“Yeah, but I’ve talked to Morrell,” he reminded you. “And as shady as she is, she gives some good advice. Maybe you just didn’t wanna hear it.”
You looked away. “Can you just take me back to the apartment?”
Stiles sighed and reached out to start the jeep. “Yeah.”
You had been different since you had gotten out of the hospital. You had been so fearless and brave for most of your life, but the death of your family seemed to knock all of that right out of you. No one held it against you, but everyone in the pack could tell you had changed. Even Stiles, who was your best friend, felt like you were drifting away from him.
On the way to the apartment, Stiles drove in silence, because every attempt he made at conversation fell flat.
“Alright, I get it,” he finally said, as he pulled to the front of Chris Argent’s building. “You’re not in the mood to talk. But when you are, I’ll be here…you want me to walk you inside?”
You reached out to place your hand on top of his. “Thanks, Stiles, but I’ll be fine.”
“See you later!” he called as you walked to the door, but all you did was nod back at him.
Stiles sighed and pulled away from the building, but instead of leaving, he simply sat in the parking lot. He missed talking to you, but after getting out of hospital, you suddenly became closed off and cold. He was still holding onto the hope that you would have a miraculous epiphany and turn back into the girl you used to be, but deep down, he knew you would never be the same.
Maybe that hope was why he sat there in the parking lot for ten minutes, thinking that maybe you would change your mind and text him to come up. As he was sitting there, slouching in his seat and trying to come up with a way to get you to open up to him, he happened to glance up at the building.
He let out a strangled noise of shock when he saw the door to the roof opening, and you stepping out onto it. Without thinking, he threw open the door and sprinting toward the building. No one was in the empty lobby in the middle of the day, and Stiles thanked every god above when the elevator doors opened as soon as pressed the button. He rode it up to the top floor, and when he spotted the door that read “TO ROOF”, he threw it open and hauled ass.
“Y/n!” he cried, his sneakers thumping on the cement.
You had been walking to the edge, but at the sound of Stiles’ voice, you paused. He ran up to you and grabbed your shoulders, causing you to jump.
“What the hell are you doing up here?!” he practically screamed, tears filling his eyes.
“I just wanted to see,” you whispered, flinching at his voice.
“See what?!” he demanded, and when you didn’t respond he asked again. “Y/n, see what? Please tell me you weren’t trying to kill yourself. Y/n, god, please, don’t tell me that.”
“Stiles, I don’t-” Your voice cracked suddenly. “I’m not the same anymore. Everyone is thinking it. I heard Lydia and Malia talking. They said I’m different, and I am. Even you think so.”
“Yeah, you’re different,” Stiles stated. “You lost your family. That would change anyone, okay? But that doesn’t mean you should kill yourself. Do you have any idea how I’d feel if you died, Y/n? You’re my best friend and I-I-”
“I wasn’t trying to kill myself!” you protested. “I just wanted to see things from a different view, that’s all. Try some of that bullshit Morrell told me, you know? But I can’t. It’s not working.”
“It will,” he insisted. “It has too.”
“I can’t get it out of my head,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “I wake up screaming for my parents. I still feel the knives against my skin. I still think I’m covered in blood.”
“Hey, look, I’m sorry I yelled at you,” Stiles told you softly, wrapping his arms around you. “You just scared me.”
You slid to the concrete and he followed, pulling you against him as you sat on the roof. You looked up at a him a few seconds later, with those sad, broken eyes, and Stiles wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss you. He wanted you to know that you would always have him, that he would always be there, but this wasn’t the right time or place to admit his feelings for you. He simply wrapped his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin, thinking that there would probably never be a right one.

“…have to do something,” Stiles could hear a voice saying as he walked into Scott’s living room. “I’m worried about her. I’m worried she’s going to do something drastic.”
As he got closer, he saw that the voice belonged to Lydia, and she was staring up at Scott with her arms crossed over her chest. Malia stood next to her, nodding along to what she was saying.
“We took her shopping, but she freaked out and locked herself in the dressing room for like an hour,” Malia informed him. “Stiles.”
He nodded to her as he stepped in the room. “This is about Y/n?”
Scott nodded. “We’re all worried. After you told us about what happened on the roof, we’re beginning to think we need to do something.”
“What can we do?” Stiles asked. “It’s not like we can bring her parents back.”
“But what if we can take away her memories of what happened?” Lydia offered.
“What?” Stiles demanded.
“We’ve been talking about it,” Scott explained. “And she’s supposed to come over later…”
“Her mental state is obviously deteriorating,” Lydia remarked.
“Hey,” Stiles snapped. “This is my best friend we’re talking about here. Lydia, are you forgetting that you don’t know everything? Because, she’ll be fine if we just-”
“Stiles, she won’t be fine,” Scott told him, shooting him a look. “Can’t you see what’s happening?”
“And what exactly is happening?” he asked defensively.
“She’s losing herself,” Malia stated. “Trust me, I know what that feels like.”
Stiles swallowed. “You want to take away the memories of her parents?”
“No,” Lydia told him. “Just the ones of the torture…and the ones of everything supernatural.”
“Wait…wait,” Stiles told her, his voice pleading. “Everything we do is supernatural. The whole reason we met her is because of the supernatural.”
Lydia took a deep breath, and Stiles could see that behind the tough facade, she was breaking. “That’s the thing. We would have to remove all her memories of us.”
“What?” he demanded. “How the hell would that help?!”
“She forgets being tortured,” Malia said. “She forgets us,and we tell her her parents died in some kind of car accident. She knows Chris is a family friend. She knew him before she knew about werewolves. She can still live with him. She can still go off to college, but she won’t have to remember she was tortured. She won’t have to carry all the guilt of her parents’ deaths around.”
“But she forgets us!” Stiles cried. “How the hell do we even pull that off? We might be able to take her memories, but we can’t create fake ones.”
“That’s where my mom comes in,” Scott explains. “She still has injuries. We can tell her that she’s been in a coma for the past month. My mom can break the news of the accident, maybe tell her she has amnesia.”
“But all her training…everything she knows…what if the same people come after her again?”
“She’ll have to forget that she learned all of it,” Lydia insisted. “But it’ll still be there, under the surface. Muscle memory.”
“This is wrong,” Stiles spat. “Stealing her memories? We’d be taking who she is!”
“We might be keeping her alive,” Malia countered. “Stiles, this could give her a chance to start over.”
“Without us!” he screamed, tears filling his eyes. “What’s the point without us?”
“Stiles, you’re being selfish,” Lydia informed him. “This is Y/n’s peace of mind we’re talking about.”
“She’ll never agree to it,” he told them. “You know that.”
“Yeah,” Scott said softly. “We do.”
“What?” he demanded. “You can’t do that to her! What are you gonna do, huh Scott? You gonna pin her down and dig your claws into her neck just like Theo did to Lydia?”
Scott flinched. “Stiles.”
“You can’t do that on your own Scott,” he stated bitterly. “And you know what? I’m not gonna be there to help you hold her down.”
“Stiles, wait,” Lydia begged, but he was brushing off her hand his shoulder.
He stormed out of Scott’s house and hopped into the jeep, fighting back the bitter tears that filled his eyes. He hated the idea of someone taking the very things that made you who you were, but what if they were right? What if making you forget was the best thing that anyone could do for you?
He shook the thought out of his mind and wiped his eyes, trying to focus on the road as he peeled away from Scott’s. He couldn’t let them do this to you. He had to warn you.

Stiles pounded on the door of Argent’s apartment, calling your name loud enough for Argent to swing open the door with an alarmed expression.
“Stiles?” he demanded. “What’s going on? Y/n left for Scott’s twenty minutes ago.”
“No, no, no,” he muttered. “Mr. Argent, they’re planning on taking her memories. They’re planning on erasing everything, and, and…why don’t you seem surprised by any of this?”
Argent sighed. “Because I agree with them.”
“No,” Stiles breathed. “No, not you too.”
“Stiles, it might be for the best. She can have a normal life without all that guilt to carry around. It’ll still hurt, but it’ll be different. She can live a normal life. She can be a normal teenage girl. It’s what her parents would have wanted. It’s what I would have wanted for Allison.”
“Y/n is not Allison,” Stiles stated firmly. “You can’t seriously think taking her memories is a good idea. You have no idea how it’ll affect her.”
“Could she get any worse?” Argent asked him, but he sounded like he already knew the answer. “You don’t have to wake her up from nightmares, when she’s begging me to help her get the blood off. She barely sleeps, Stiles. And when she’s awake, she barely talks to anyone but you.”
“So you’d rather chance her being a vegetable?” Stiles demanded.
“Scott knows what he’s doing,” Argent insisted. “They’ve spoken with Deaton.”
“This isn’t what she wants,” Stiles insisted. “You know that.”
Argent sighed. “Stiles, I know you love her.”
“Wh-what?” he choked.
“It’s written on your face plain as day,” he continued. “But if you love her, you have to let her go.”
“No…no,” Stiles told him firmly. “She’s not a goddamn bird. She’s a living, breathing person, who isn’t going to fucking fly back to me. She’s going to forget that I ever existed. She’s not going to know Lydia, or Scott, or Malia. Is she even going to know Allison?”
“As far as she’s going to know, both Allison and her parents will have died in a car accident.”
“Oh, is that what we’re calling murder now?” Stiles demanded, raising his eyebrows.
“Stiles,” Argent said firmly, shooting him an ice cold look. “I’d get over there if I were you.”
Stiles glared at him, but he knew he was running out of time. He shook his head at Argent, but he quickly hit the button for elevator. He looked back, but as soon as he had turned, Allison’s father had softly shut the door.

Stiles burst into Scott’s house, right into the living room just like earlier, and the first thing he saw was you. You were sitting on the couch, eyes closed, with Scott standing over you, claw deep in your neck.
“NO!” Stiles screamed, causing Malia to stalk over and slam him up against the wall. “Get off of me! Malia, please, get off of me!”
“You can’t do anything,” Lydia reminded him, glancing down at you with a regretful expression. “You know separating them now could kill her.”
Stiles glanced back at you, and something inside of him broke. He slumped against the wall, and as Malia dropped him, he slid to the floor.
“No,” he sobbed. “No.”
“Stiles,” Lydia said softly, kneeling next to him. “This is for the best.”
He shook his head, gripping his hair as the tears spilled down his face. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye to her.”
Lydia frowned. “We’re sorry. We would’ve told you…but you would’ve tried to stop us.”
“You’re damn right I would’ve!” he said, jumping up in a sudden explosion of anger. She’s gonna be gone, Lydia! That’s your best friend, our best friend, and she’s not even gonna be Y/n anymore. He’s killing her, in a worse way than those hunters ever could.”
“Stiles-” Malia began.
“No,” he cut her off. “You guys can be there when she wakes up. You can explain everything, since this is clearly what’s best for her. I don’t want to be here for this.”
And he truly didn’t. Stiles knew that they would eventually take you to the hospital, where Melissa would set the stage for your miraculous awakening from the coma. They wouldn’t be allowed in, but Scott would probably be listening from the hallway…listening to you learn your parents were dead all over again.
He knew that they thought they were helping, but they didn’t understand what they were doing. Stiles had had his whole life mapped out with you. He had had a plan, and with one flick of Scott’s claws, it had been ripped away from him.

Stiles shut the door of his dorm room a little after his dad had left. He had moved all of his things in, gone to orientation, but his roommate still wasn’t back. For some reason, the air inside the room felt stuffy now that he was alone.
He had never had a problem being alone before, but ever since Scott had taken your memories, he had hated it. It was like the silence and solitude reminded him just how alone he really was, now that his best friend was simply gone.
He shook off the thought and opened the door, shaking his head wildly as if that could somehow clear it away. He stepped out in the narrow hall, clearly distracted, and slammed right into someone.
“Oh shit,” he swore, reaching out to catch the person he had slammed into. “I-I am so sorry.”
“It’s totally fine,” the person breathed. “That was my bad. I’m usually so coordinated, but these halls are so fucking thin, huh?”
Stiles stared at the person across from him, frozen in shock. It was you, standing directly across from him, and smiling a smile that he was sure would kill him.
“Hey are you okay?” you asked the dude standing in front of your door. He was staring at you open-mouthed, and you were beginning to think you had hit him harder than you originally thought.
“Did I give you brain damage or something?” you asked.
“I, no, I, uh, I’m-I’m pretty sure I had it before I bumped into you,” he croaked.
You laughed, a sound that hit Stiles’ ears and went straight through his heart. “Good to know. I’m Y/n. I guess I live across from you.”
“I’m Stiles,” he breathed, willing so badly for just a hint of recognition to cross your eyes.
“Huh,” you said with a smile. “Never heard that one before.”
Stiles swallowed. Yeah, he wanted to say. You have.

Part 2???

You’re Perfect

Summary: Reader is feeling a little insecure before a big party, but Bucky tells her everything he loves about her body. Based on this request by @isoldmysoulforthisblog

Can I make a request? I’ve realized that there aren’t a lot of body worship Bucky x Reader fics so I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is insecure about their body and Bucky just tells them how much he loves their body… Thanks darling 💫

Bucky x reader. FLUFF. Word count: 1,115

TW: body insecurity

A/N: I loved writing this, and hope you love reading it!


“I just don’t wanna go, okay? Do I really need to give you an explanation Bucky?” you asked as you pulled laundry from your hamper and carefully hung it up in your closet. Bucky sat on your bed watching, arms crossed, with confusion plastered across his face.

“Well, doll. You kinda do need to explain. Is it me? Did I say something? Do something? I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to go to Tony’s party. Everyone is gonna be there!” said Bucky.

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Hi everyone. It’s good to be back. Today I want to discuss something very interesting and important about a character I love, Lorna Dane. The discussion will focus on Lorna Dane from Deadpool and The Mercs for Money (I only picked this book up for Polaris) therefore, I’m only going to include panels about her. First I want to thank Bunn and Coello who did an excellent job in executing Lorna’s characterization and her beauty. Polaris was really well done both in terms of writing and pencils. I did enjoy it very much :)

Wow. Lorna left many of us speechless because something surprising and crazy happened. Here Marvel once again, made Lorna a badass, menacing and intelligent leader. I like how Lorna and Domino interacted. The debate between them was so perfect that even Lorna uses words precisely like her father. Polaris has vowed to carry on her late father Magneto’s work. Also, I am very pleased with Polaris’ new costume and this is her what……50’s costume? Can’t keep track that’s how many costumes she has. Marvel not only gave her so many costumes, but made her a fierce leader a number of times.

Artwork of the beautiful, strong, confident, badass, and brave Polaris. The depiction tells it all. I really LOVE the Magneto inspiration the artist utilized to create it, from the helmet/tiara, to the overall composition of it, really LOVE IT a lot. @whatadouche-bag  was right about her tiara. It does have a vibe of a warrior helm. Now, let’s take a look on few other panels.

And when the Inhumans showed up, Polaris was the first in battle. She took the first stand on everything just like a true leader. What a ferocious warrior type, I LOVE IT. Those deep shadows on her face remind me so much of her father and no one in this world can deny who is the Queen of Mutants :)

One thing I would like to clarify about this panel here is that the girl with the green Mohawk is not Storm. There were people confusing her with Storm because of her Mohawk, eyes and attitude. Even though I wouldn’t blame them because ironically, in the cover of this issue, it showed her with white hair and not green. I assume this was why they were thinking it was Storm. But what a surprised seeing a green Mohawk when we were expecting to be like the cover depicted. I wonder if Marvel did this on purpose lol. I wonder what Marvel is trying to say about a new girl named Sheath (who might show up sometime soon in the future) with green Mohawk. My only thought would be Marvel’s mocking Storm. “A girl with Storm hair’s style and Polaris’s hair color” Can this be an indication to show how Polaris might look like with a green Mohawk? A Sheath is cover for the blade of a knife or sword (pretty much that’s what she was wearing). She doesn’t show any abilities and/or never shows in description what her ability is. Only that she’s more of a combat/agility who fights with knives and nothing more.

Anyway, the next panel is even more amazing.

Every single one of them were matching their perfect combat. Polaris went to the powerhouse guy called, Lash. I guess she knew he was the hard one but Look at Lorna with her magnificent beauty and very Magneta. Reasons to believe Lash is the strongest (aside from karnak) was because of this

There was nothing negative that I can point out. Of course, some might find something trivial as usual but here you can’t deny the awesomeness of Lorna Dane. Nothing minor in either both issues #7 and #8 of Deadpool. The story is pretty solid, which is what I’ve come to expect from Cullen Bunn on anything he writes. I like the fact that Marvel’s Splash Page is proudly introducing the powered Lorna Dane in both issues :) Marvel left Bunn to depict Lorna as her father’s image to let everyone knows that whether we like it or not, she’s Magneto’s daughter. Also so new readers get to know the Powerful mutants that’s about to become something much bigger in the future. It’s one of the reason why Lorna was dragged in to one of the most popular comics. Marvel is giving us a hint of what a future Polaris might look like. Who took the opportunity to stand up for mutant rights.

Even though Negasonic went back and made sure the fight in the sewers, which would prove lethal to Deadpool (is that even possible), never happened, this issue still gives us a glimpse into a possible future for Lorna. Strong, confident, taking up her father’s mantle. She will pick up where her father left off, continue his wishes, and more than likely come into her own as a leader. Even though she has already led on several occasions.

@genoshan @erik-dane @pumazumba @whatadouche-bag

Early Christmas Gift

-requested-

prompt-  hi this is a request! can you please do a smutty Niall one where the two of you are just relaxing at home once he’s come back from doing the jingle ball shows and you’re just watching a movie or something and it gets really dirty? I love your writing so I know it’ll be good ☺️ thanks if you do!

(A/N- thank you so much for requesting! And if any of you are going to the D.C jingle ball on Monday hmu because i’ll be there too.Also if you couldn’t tell already I suck at tittles)

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Playing with the hem of his t-shirt, your eyes on the television that played christmas vacation you thought about how happy you were that you had your boy back with you. He had just gotten back from doing the jingle ball shows a day ago and since then you two has not left the couch and decided to get into the holiday mood by watching christmas movies.

You moved your gaze to Niall, his facial hair starting to become unkempt and his now mostly brunette hair lay flat on his head because he was too lazy to do anything with it. You watched as he brought his beer up to his lips, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed the alcohol. He was just so fucking handsome and you missed him, you couldn’t remember the last time you guys were intimate, all you knew was it was at least two weeks and you needed him. You needed his body pressed against yours and you needed him in you.

Pausing the movie you moved to take the beer bottle out of his hand, catching him by surprise. “What are ya doin’ love?” He asked watching as you started to rid yourself of your shirt and cotton shorts leaving you in nothing but your panties and bra.  

“What does it look like Ni?” You whispered into his ear as you moved so that you were straddling his thin legs.

“Don’t ya want to move to the bedroom?” Niall said, still surprised by your actions but that didn’t stop his hands from finding their way to your bum.

“Nope, i’ve missed your body baby boy. And you did so good performing that i think you can get one of your christmas gifts a little early.” You ran your bottom lip over his neck and jawline until you got to his ear where you took the earlobe in between your teeth and gave it a little tug.

A shaky ‘oh’ left Niall’s lips as he readjusted his hips to try and get more friction off of you. He allowed you to take his t-shirt off of him and watched as you started to grind into his growing bulge. “I’m so proud of you, getting on that stage all by yourself with only your guitar. If only i was able to see it in person, you would have been getting it every night.” You teased as you started to grind a little harder.

“Don’t ya worry babe, when it’s my own tour you’ll be coming with me.” He said, his big hands gripped your ass so tight you were sure you were going to have bruises.   

“I better be.” Your breath caught in your throat when he pressed his gorgeous lips against the soft skin of your neck, he started to suck so that he’d leave a mark. You hoped it wouldn’t be so bad that you wouldn’t be able to cover it with fondation because you weren’t sure if you could face his family on christmas with a massive hickey on your neck.  

A sharp slap on your bum pulled you from your thoughts, “Stop yer teasn’.” He growled as he flipped you over so that your back was pressed against the soft cushions of the couch while he hovered above you. You loved it when he’d take control. Placing your hands on either side of his face you pulled him closer to you so your could kiss him. It was such a deep kiss that you seemed to get lost in his heavenly lips.

He pulled away from you and started to pull down his joggers along with his boxers, you followed suit and rid yourself of your panties and unclasped your bra throwing it somewhere across the room. “God you’re so fuckn’ beautiful.”

You layed back down and  relished the feeling of his big warm hands traveling all over your body until they stopped at where you needed them the most.  One long finger teased your bundle of nerves while his other hand held your hip down tightly, “I know it was only a two weeks or so but i missed seeing you like this princess.” Niall gently entered one finger into you and watched your face scrunch up with pleasure. “I missed seeing ya so needy for me.”

His words only turned you on more as you squirmed wanting him to fill you. He did just that and put two more digits into you and pumped them slowly in and out. “Fuck Ni, i need more than just your fingers.” You whined into the couch pillow into that layed next to your head. Much to your displeasure he didn’t take his fingers out of you but started to move them faster making you arch your back of the sofa. “Shit, I’m going to fucking cum.”

“Come on babe, do it. Show me how much you missed me.” He teased, he smirked at how worked up he got you. Listening to his words you reached your high. He allowed you to regain your breathing before he started to prep himself to enter you. “Ya ready for me babe.” Niall asked wanting to make sure you were okay.

You nodded your head and waited for him to enter you which you didn’t have to wait long for. A gasp left your lips as he did so and your hands traveled to his back digging your nails into the pale skin. Niall waited to make sure you were ready for him to continue before he started to get into his rhythm. “Shit, (Y/N).” He grunted. It felt so good you couldn’t help running your nails down his back, no doubt leaving scratches. You loved to watch his face, his eyes scrunching up, his mouth slightly open with grunts and curses spilling out as he chased his orgasm. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” He whispered as his thrust became harder and a tad sloppier.

“Niall!” You all but screamed as you felt another orgasm brewing. You knew you he was close so you tried your best to hold back wanting cum at the same time.

“Fuck, baby.” He finally said as his legs started to shake, finally reaching his peak. You screamed as you did as well, gripping his biceps to steady yourself. He pulled out and sat back to attempt to  catch his breath.

“Merry Christmas.” You breathed out finally making eye contact again.

“Merry Christmas.” Niall laughed as he leaned down to kiss you.

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I hope that this is okay, kinda struggled with this.

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By The Way

Hey! I love you’re writing it makes me so happy <3!!!! I was wondering if you could write about spencer who’s like falling in love with a girl but then he finds out the girl (who’s like 24) has a 9 year old daughter or something? But he like loves her anyway and is really good with the kid? I love reid with kids :)

A/N: OMG THANK YOU <3 and i love Reid with kids too, hope you enjoy angel <3 Also after writing this I must say this is one of my top favorite stories, my heart is in this one I truly hope you like it guys.

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Spence couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face as he walked through the doors of the BAU. You were all he could think about, these last couple of months with you had been amazing, the endless conversations, the romantic dates, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you we’re real. This was it, nothing had ever felt so right for him. 

“Well, well what do we have here,” Morgan said loudly calling everyones attention to Spencer “A big huge smile, travel bag clothes, and you’re late I think we know who’s responsible for this.”

Spencer’s head dropped down unable to control his laughter. “So tell me pretty boy how is the oh so amazing Y/N” 

“She’s pretty amazing” he replied. 

“How amazing we talking? Amazing enough we could possibly have a Mrs. Reid around here” Morgan continued teasing him. 

Spence couldn’t deny that’s how strongly he felt about you, but couldn’t get him self to say it out loud “Aren’t you behind on paper work Morgan, shouldn’t you start on that?” 

The day felt as if it were dragging on, Spencer had made lunch plans with you, he was diligently working on all the different files hoping it would pass time. Right as he was about to walk out the doors his phone rang, he smiled uncontrollably as your name flashes across his screen. 

“Hey you, I’m just about to leave the office, I’ll be there in about 15″ 

“Spence, a little bit of an emergency popped up, and I can’t make it” 

“What? Emergency? Is everything okay? Are you okay” he said concerned.

“I’m fine, look i’ll explain later, okay I’m so sorry” 

The day got slower as all he could think about was what you had to explain to him. He continued trying to think about what it could be, running every possibility through his head, analyzing every conversation you two had shared. 

He stood out side your door nervously, as soon as you opened the door you threw your arms around his neck. “Well hello” he said holding you tightly. 

He dropped his bag on your couch and sat down across from you. 

“Is everything okay Y/N” he could tell you were nervous, you didn’t know how to begin the conversation. 

“Spencer, I couldn’t make it to lunch today because my daughter was sick and I had to pick her up from school” you spat out nervously. 

You watched his face carefully for his reaction, “Um your daughter ? I didn’t know you had a daughter” he said confused. 

“I didn’t tell you when he first started dating, and I am so sorry, I haven’t had much practice at this no relationship has ever gotten to this point for me, but you, you have and things we’re just going so well I couldn’t think of – I didn’t want you to change your mind about me” 

Spencer was still taking in the whole situation “So you have a daughter?” 

“Yes, her name is Leonor, she’s 9″ 

“So you have a 9 year told daughter named Leonor, who is sick” he repeated. 

“Spencer I’m so sorry, I know this looks awful, I’ve heard it all, and I just really didn’t know how to tell you” 

“Y/N, it’s okay, I understand, I just wish I would’ve known sooner”

Well there it was, you could only imagine what would come after those words. Your eyes began to fill up with tears, the thought of your relationship with Spencer ending shattered you, you loved him. 

“Yeah she could’ve gone to Henry’s birthday party, and Jacks” 

You looked at him confused “Y/N, this doesn’t change the way I feel about you, the way I feel about us” he reached over cupping his hands over yours “Do I get to meet her?” 

Tears rolled down your cheeks, you finally felt like you could breathe again. “Of course you do Spence” 

You walked back into the living room with Leonor walking behind you, she was wearing her favorite pajamas holding on to a book. You stood between them both “Lea this is Dr. Spencer Reid” she looked up at you confused “I already went to the doctors” she said. 

“Oh no I am not a people doctor” Spencer said laughing. 

“Spencer, this is Lea” 

The rest of the night was spent watching funny movies, and eating popcorn. Spencer showed off some of his magic tricks, earning his trust with your daughter. They talked about her favorite books, and all about her school. 

You sat back watching them interact still in disbelief, you made it. This was it. 

anonymous asked:

There was a part in one of your chapters where yuri was stradling viktor and they were about to kiss (i think), something interrupted them and you wrote that viktor whispered something in russian (but you didnt type what he said like you've done other times) Can you tell/do you know what he said? Im really curious C: my guess is "oh my god, too close" buT i waNnA know I LOVE ycpfe btw thanks for writing it!!!

Oh! Yes, that was in Chapter 8 when they were looking through Yuuri’s toy box. 

The both of them were curled up on the bed together and Yuuri had just admitted he like to use two of his toys at once. Then: 

The two of them hesitate, cuddled close to each other, sex toys strewn over their laps, maintaining eye contact. Yuuri wonders if this is the moment where he’s supposed to lean just those couple inches forward and close the distance between their lips. His eyes dart down to Victor’s lips when he darts his tongue out to wet them. Victor’s eyes scan Yuuri’s face as if he’s looking for something in Yuuri’s expression.

And then, once Yuuri’s doubts get in the way, he turns away and moves onto the next item, completely ruining the moment. 

He can hear Victor let out a large huff of air as he mutters something under his breath in Russian. Yuuri turns back to look at him, but he’s smiling softly at Yuuri, so it seems like everything’s fine.

I think Victor pretty much said “are you fucking kidding me?” while probably wondering if he’s read the situation wrong. Poor guy. 😩🙃😁

RFA+V+Saeran as home tutors

I said I would write more about this theme, so check this (@hanmemyphon) first. I really love thinking about this <3  The MC would be in her last year of High School or already in college.

Yoosung:

  • His first day would be a total mess. He would be so nervous about saying something wrong or you not liking him. 
  • Please, start talking to him so he can be more comfortable. Maybe some sweets too? He is so pale. 
  • After some days, Yoosung would be so normal about it. Just teaching and giving you tips. Like best friends. 
  • When you said you like him… Where’s Yoosung? I am only seeing a tomato. Really. 
  • He would make some challenges to motivate you. If you pass the semester with only good grades, a date. 
  • Oh, boy. Your parents were surprised about how good this boy was.

Saeyoung:

  • The first day and Seven was using a wig. You said you thought the teacher was a man and… 
  • Best first day. You laughed for so long your mom was scared about what was happening. 
  • Would take you outside and have some different lessons. And yes, HBC can help you. 
  • You like Teacher 707? Okay, you have to get 100 in this test. AND OH, SHIT. All you saw that year with him. And some pretty difficult questions.
  • But you did it. And he was like “… okay. You don’t need me anymore. Goodbye." 
  • The next day, this man went to your house with a bouquet of flowers. Asking you to be his 606.

Zen:

  • Mom, I thought he was a teacher not an actor. How can you not be surprised?!
  • Zen knew the easiest ways to learn something and his memory is so good. Best tips about how to remember something. 
  • You had an agreement that each wrong answer would be one photo from your childhood. And for 3 right answers you could ask for one photo. 
  • YOU LIKE ME?!“ said the man that would flirt with you everyday.
  • He would ask for your parents because Zen is gentleman and just a sheep. 
  • Quit with being a teacher but sometimes teaches about theater and acting.

Jumin:

  • Bad start. ”Teacher Jumin, you said? No, it’s Professor Han.“ 
  • Really angry if you forget something easy and gives you extra homework. 
  • Do you know how hard it is to get some information about him? But you still like this jerk.
  • This man was ready to tell about it to your parents and how would they say no? He is Jumin Han. 
  • You had to wait for his answer until his last day. This devil. And when you said about giving you some motivation.
  • Do you really need it? Just do it so you can work with me. But would love if you took photos of Elizabeth for each right answer. Wait, Jumin. That’s not…

Jaehee:

  • You want her in your family. They want Jaehee with them. This woman is AMAZING. 
  • One day she said about a present and… it was a study schedule. With all you had to study and breaks. 
  • Really strict when teaching, but loves when she can finally talk about Zen and her day with you.
  • JAEHEE IS SO RED. She didn’t expect you would also like her. Like??? She must like a boy from her school and… 
  • Your family. She wouldn’t stop talking about what she would do. ”Jaehee, they love you. Calm down.“
  • And when you said about maybe going to work in the same place as her… No, no and no.

V:

  • You were so worried about him needing something. Wait, he is the teacher and…
  • He is so calm and patient. Always drink water to not fall sleep when he starts talking because his voice is so perfect.
  • V loves seeing your little drawings in the corner of your books. Takes some photos in secret.
  • Takes you to some places to relax sometimes and your parents like him so much. 
  • Gives you a photobook while saying he likes you and… So many photos showing how you changed. 
  • Always talks about you with the RFA members and party guests. Be ready.

Saeran:

  • MOM. THERE’S A STRANGE MAN IN MY ROOM. Oh, my home tutor? Hello.
  • Saeran was good about anything, but was really strict too. He would just watch you and search for a mistake. 
  • You always buy ice cream after you saw how cute he is while eating it. 
  • Jumin was hard? Saeyoung was hard? Then meet Saeran. His test would be hard even to a college teacher. 
  • When the year ended, you already knew half the stuff you would learn in college. 
  • Takes you to have ice cream in his house and just says to Saeyoung that you are his girlfriend.

*suddenly remembers i did absolutely nothing for genyatta week* fucc

i just did these all real quick bc i really wanted to do something before it was too late but gosh i love genyatta and i will destroy my wrist frantically drawing for about 2 hours if that’s what it takes

Day 1: genji showing zen his face for the first time, but i’m also a complete sap and made it a first kiss as well, where zen presses his face against genji’s lips in an attempt at a kiss. he thanks him for showing his face.

Day 2: genji confessing like a middle school girl and handing zen the cheesiest love letter he thought was deep and heartfelt while writing it. however, zen laughs a bit while reading it and genji realizes it actually is Cheesy af and almost dies of embarrassment. zen thinks it’s the best thing he’s ever read and is happy to reciprocate genji’s feelings

Day 3: the happy couple winds up with a comically large bouquet of roses and they both have to hold it (not pictured: ganymede buried in this flower sarcophagus)

Day 4: a human au because i am Weak and Predictable

Day 5: zen finds a distraught and exhausted cyborg out in a snowstorm. he places an orb of harmony on him, hoping it’s enough to give him hope to make it out of the storm alive and to safety

Day 6: OVERSIZED CHRISTMAS SWEATERS

Day 7: i can’t do poses but zen protects genji so he can ult in and team wipe the enemies on the payload

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Roman Reigns Blurb request - The Haircut

Anonymous asked: Anonymous asked: Hi there! Do you think you could write something about Roman cutting his hair and you can’t decide if you like it or not because you really loved it long? He gets defensive and things get smutty when you try and make it up to him? Thank you so much!


I heard the garage door open and smiled. I hadn’t seen Roman in a few weeks since he had gone on the overseas tour while I was stuck home rehabbing a bad knee. It had sucked. Unlike most WWE relationships, we were lucky enough to be together most, if not all, of the time. I wasn’t used to him being gone for weeks at a time without me. It made me appreciate how lucky we were as compared to most others. Honestly, I didn’t know how they did it. Not seeing him for days, sometimes weeks, at a time – seems like a pretty tough gig and one hell of a strain on relationships.

Roman strolled into the kitchen and I almost choked on my coffee, spraying it everywhere as I coughed it out. “Jesus, Linds, you okay?” He rubbed my back as I continued to sputter, tears streaming out of my eyes while I tried to catch my breath.

“What…..happened…to your….hair?” I managed to get out in between coughs.

“I had the WWE stylists trim it while we were in Europe, it was out of control babe. Jericho stepped on it mid-match and almost ripped half my hair out of my head. That felt good. Besides, it’s been a long time coming.” He flashed me a quick smile as he spoke.

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