Derek Hale was never supposed to be alpha, but he’s a
good one. He doesn’t need any help and he definitely doesn’t need an
Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale’s emissary and come hell or high water
he’s going to see the Hale pack through the impending arrival of the
alpha pack, even if it means he can never return to Beacon Hills after.
originally i was waiting to upload this in a set but i am suffering from some real bad art block so :^(
ive been thinking about avatar au volleyball….probably set more in korra timeline bc i just rewatched all of it from book 2 lol so ofc i drew my small super saiyan golden sparrow son!!!!! hes a prodigy earthbender and grew up on the streets of republic city. his #1 idol is toph beifong and also saeko probably
He clenched his teeth, his eyes suddenly wide from nerves. “Now?”
Sam smiled. “Yep. That was the deal.”
“NO,” Dean said forcefully. “You’ve been moping around about this, agonizing over it for months. You lost the bet, so go.”
Sam shook his head at the look on Cas’ face. “This is for your own good, Cas. You’ll be happier for it.”
Cas stood and heaved a sigh, striding out of the room. He was nervously clenching and unclenching his fists. He froze in the doorway and looked back. “But–what if Y/N turns me down? Won’t things be… uncomfortable?”
Dean laughed and shook his head. “Dude. Just go. Y/N will say yes.”
Sam gave Cas a warm smile. “Trust us.”
Cas gulped down the nervous lump in his throat and went off to find you.
so i saw someone complaining about the lack of criminal/spies/larry-fucking-shit-up aus so i decided to put this together! they’re in no particular order but the ones with the !! in front of them are defo in my top fic list
Louis -better known as The Rogue- is the legendary King of the Thieves of London, the underground network of criminals who run the city. Zayn is his second in command, Niall is an Irish fugitive with ultra high-tech hacking skills, and Liam is a dirty cop who lets Rogue and his crew get away with just about anything. Harry is Britain’s absolute worst criminal and a professional scapegoat who flees Cheshire in search of good treatment, and just might find it under the wing of London’s regal mastermind.
note: this isn’t an hl fic but you should still read it bc the ot5 in this is strong!!
They all turn to look at Liam. Being the focus of everyone’s attention is a lot, Liam realises as he swallows thickly. He’d be stupid to do it. He doesn’t need to. He’s got money in the bank and he owns his own relatively successful business. If he gets caught, all of that disappears.
He catches Niall’s eager look. Zayn’s warm stare. Harry’s focused gaze. He feels Louis’ hand in his, heavy and interwoven.
“I’m in,” he finds himself saying hoarsely.
or the worst heist fic ever conjured up based on one direction’s fail!thieves perfume ad
Being a spy meant always keeping your emotions in check. It looked and sounded good in theory, but in practice things like soulmates and trusted bonds of friendship got in the way. The real key to being a spy was keeping your emotions a secret.
Or: Harry and Louis are partners and agents for MI6, but their worlds are torn apart when Harry goes rogue.
Mr. & Mr. Tomlinson by awholenewlevelofcharming
Basically Louis and Harry are married assassins/agents and they try to work it all out.
There exists somewhere a very, very small list containing the names of people who don’t want Louis Tomlinson dead. Harry Styles may or may not be one of those people.
(or a Spies!AU in which Liam is the Wade to Louis’ Kim Possible, Zayn seduces people for intel, Niall is an expert at blowing things up, and Harry is more than a bit famous in his particular field… or infamous, actually. And Louis? Well, Louis just wishes people would quit trying so bloody hard to kill him all the time.)
don’t really fit in those two categories but i felt that they should be added to the list anyway
Harry can agree that being husbands in space presents some challenges. Sometimes they have to escape mindless cannibals, sometimes they’re being held hostage, sometimes Louis doesn’t want Harry to get pregnant, and sometimes someone slips on a banana peel. But that’s all part of the fun, isn’t it? They could have been juggling geese.
(Firefly AU where Harry and Louis are co-pilots in life.)
have you seen the post with the cut yosuke dialogue that heavily implies there almost was a romance route? it ruins me because it has stuff like “i like you” “i never thought i could feel this way” and “don’t make me say such embarassing things”
i reblogged it earlier! bc every day i can bombard my dash with yuri audio clips i will always do that
plus milla was a hero and found me that screencap i was mentioning where apparently yosuke got philosophical with kanji
and yosuke’s whole social link was about him coming to terms with not being this ideal person; he’s not the smartest (but he can problem solve), he’s insecure (but he cares about others), he’s offensive (but learning) and having him as a romance route that’s Not What He Initially Intended (but what he honestly needed) would fit really nicely into his entire arc
Derek Hale was never supposed to be alpha, but he’s a good one. He doesn’t need any help and he definitely doesn’t need an emissary.
Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale’s emissary and come hell or high water he’s going to see the Hale pack through the impending arrival of the alpha pack, even if it means he can never return to Beacon Hills after.
Summary:Modern Art AU.Killian Jones is a highly respected museum curator that focuses mainly on XIX century art. Emma Swan is a rising contemporary artist fiercely protective of her work. When Killian gets assigned to curate Emma’s first solo exhibition, things don’t necessarily start well but soon they will discover there is much to learn in art. And love.
Do you feel like a
One of many zeros
Kicked around bored Coffee and TV, Blur
“No way!” Emma
said defiantly, her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched in determination, only
to be met by her agent’s raised eyebrow and unamused smile.
“I have a child at home, Miss Swan. These tactics do not
have an effect on me.” Regina retorted sternly, narrowing her eyes before
continuing. “Now, as I was saying before, the fact that the museum is assigning
Killian Jones to curate your first exhibition is very important. It’s a
statement on how they perceive you.”
Magnus looked down at Alec’s frail frame, as the moment
he had been too scared to even think about had finally descended over them. His
hand on Alec’s cheek, his clear smooth skin against Alec’s wrinkled one. His
family stood around him, or what was left of it. Isabelle, Jace and Clary stood
by his side, as they had from the start.
“Alexander, please. I can heal you…”
Alec shook his head, “Everything has an end, Magnus, even
He took Magnus’s hand, and kissed it, his thumb running
over the Lightwood family ring on his ring finger. He ran his finger over the
curve of his jaw, clenched with emotion, and rested it there, “Find someone
new. Move on”
Magnus couldn’t take it anymore, and broke down,
the sobs finally hitting his body. He clutched at Alec’s hand, thinking that it
would have been less painful if he was on that stretcher instead of Alec, his
locus is the image of professionalism, the very figurine of a pristine, competent military leader, locus is the personification of what he believes to be a true soldier, clenched jaw, low voice, gun in hand, impersonal yet looming, distant yet overwhelming. locus is the ideal of an army captain. and doyle? doyle so desperately desires to be what locus is.
doyle is aware of his faults, which primarily reside in his inability to face the entire concept of a militia as a leader. he faints at the sight of guns. he is a secretary, he is not made for standing before an army and commanding them. he realizes this. yet locus, locus can do that.
Watching them was too much to handle anymore. He clenched his fists and decided it was time for one of his tricks. “Nobori, if you don’t put that sword away and step away from Ingo I am calling off the wedding!” It was a bluff and it hurt to say it but no one could see that through how angry he was.
I am so here for quietly canon Destiel like it’s just another day in the library getting the deets for the next case and Sam comes in looking tired as hell for worry about Dean being stressed, and he’s clutching a coffee (probably with some kinda shot of alcohol in it) and falls into a chair, trying to smile at Dean and Cas who sit across from him.
And Dean is antsy as hell like his fingers are tapping and his fists are clenching and he just looks like he’s on the brink of something, his eyes bright and hair ruffled. While Cas is flicking through an old volume, Sam catches Dean’s eye and already knows exactly what’s up; that Dean is thinking of doing something that he thinks is stupid, but is actually the best idea in the world because both the angel and hunter, stubborn assholes that they are, deserve a little happiness.
Sam rolls his eyes and nods at Cas, who is oblivious, and Dean’s eyes widen and he shakes his head indignantly, knowing what Sam is suggesting he should do, but his hand is already inching over the edge of the table towards Castiel’s free hand which rests on his own thigh. Sam shrugs and pretends to keep reading, the silence actually amusing because he can practically hear Dean’s conflict of thoughts-
Until suddenly he sees Dean bite his lip as his hand disappears entirely, and Castiel makes a noise in his throat and looks at Dean in surprise, and a wash of fondness fills his eyes when Dean blushes so hard he may as well try and fry his dinner on those cheeks. Castiel says absolutely nothing but his arm shifts as though he is squeezing Dean’s hand back and their matching smiles are contagious and Sam does nothing but grin knowingly at the two of them.
He smiles even wider when Dean brings their hands up to rest on the tabletop, their fingers looking like they were made like that, wound together and holding on tight.
Title: Bless the Telephone (Kelis) Pairing: MCxHunt Warnings: None Summary: A series of drabbles/one-shots based on songs. For full effect, listen to the song in the title while reading. (Or not, it’s your life.)
She lets out a sigh as she collapses onto the hotel bed,
another long day of filming complete. The rest of the cast had wanted to go out
and celebrate, to unwind from the twelve hour day. Beryl had opted out, saying
she was too tired and would rather just get as much sleep as possible before
the six o’clock call time tomorrow.
But now her body decides that it’s wide awake and aching,
but not just physically. Her chest clenches, and as her eyes drift around the
room, she becomes distinctly aware of being absolutely alone on a Friday night,
in a hotel room that she’ll have to call home for another week, with nothing to
“This is so ridiculous!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air. “Like seriously Calum? This is so typical! Another fucking tabloid and it’s about me! What’s new? And to think you’re actually believing this! These rumours are so stupid! You know I wouldn’t cheat on you!”
“I do, but why are all these things always popping up?! Surely all this shit can’t be about nothing!” he boomed in reply, widening his eyes.
“Well it is! I’m sorry that they keep making these stupid assumptions but Jesus Christ Calum! I fucking love you and I don’t know how to make that more clear for you!”
The stares exchanged between you two were intense. The house seemed oddly quiet once the yelling had actually stop, but the attraction you were feeling towards your boyfriend was stronger than ever. The way his jaw was tensed and the way his fists were clenched at his side… it was more of a turn on than a fear inducer.
“(Y/N)…” he grumbled out, more than likely noticing your glazed over stare. “Seriously? Are you even listening to me?” he huffed, crossing his hands over his chest.
“I am…” You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut, blinking out of your little daze.
Calum’s eyes narrowed at you, and his arms tightened across his chest. “I can’t do this tonight,” he grumbled, shaking his head and turning to head up the stairs. He was about half way up when you had to stop him.
“Calum…” you murmured, coming after him and standing on the stair under his.
“What?” he grumbled, glancing over at you before turning around completely and looking down at you.
You didn’t speak. Grabbing his face roughly, you pulled him down and stood up on your tip toes, closing the gap between you to and pressing your lips firmly against his. He was slightly shocked at first. His arms went stiff at his side, but the longer you kept your lips on his, the more he seemed to relax. It wasn’t long until he had completely shaken off his outer anger.
His arms went around your waist and he pulled you up the stairs and not once did his lips leave yours.
You felt your back hitting the wall, and it only made you feel more attracted to him. There was a certain gentleness behind his rough behaviour. His arms held you tightly to his chest and his lips moved against yours perfectly. Small groans left his mouth and his hands roamed around your back.
His tongue slid along your bottom lip as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. This kiss was angry, but it was so intensely passionate that you could have sworn your heart was going to burst out of your chest.
“C-Calum…” you whispered out against his plump lips. “I’m sorry…”
“I’m sorry too,” he said softly. You could feel his hot breath beating down against your skin.
Your lips were slightly swollen, but you wanted more. The apologies had been exchanged, and that was that.
In mere seconds, the contact between you two was molded back together again. Heavy breathing echoed through the hallway and you two worked towards the bedroom. You tightened your legs around his hips to keep yourself from slipping, not wanting to spend another minute away from him.
“I’ll tell you one thing…” Calum panted out, taking only a minute to pull apart. “I hate fighting but… making up is pretty fucking fun…” he smirked.
You bit down on your lips, feeling the tingling sensation shoot through your body.
“I definitely agree…” you whispered in reply.
“Show me how sorry you are…” Your hand found its way to the back of his head, tugging on his soft hair gently.