he really flew

Race bought an elf on a shelf during their sophomore year of college. 

He put it on a shelf in Jack’s dorm and never admitted to it, freaking Jack out.

The next week, Jack had moved it to Race’s dorm.

After that, even though nobody knows who originally bought it, it gets moved around every Christmas. It freaks all of them out because everyone always denies moving it, even when they logically know who did based on who had it last.

Until Davey moves it from one place in Jack’s dorm to under his covers and manages to do it in a way that meant nobody should have been able to move it, and now all of them are convinced it’s alive. 

It moves every winter, now, into people’s apartments and cars and luggage, and they’re all scared. They call him Nikola.

The best one was when Specs and Romeo packed up all their stuff from the holidays when Nikola was still in New York with Jack and Crutchie instead of in Minnesota with them, and when they unpacked the next year Nikola was in the box. Nobody had visited them that year, they had gone to their friend. Nobody will admit they did it. Everyone is scared of Nikola.

Bestfriend Benefits [4]

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: lots o’ cursing, sexual implications, and Warren still has a daddy kink

A/N: this is probably going to be the last part in the series unless you guys really want the bonus chapter ! ! ! But yeah I hope you enjoy this roller coaster of emotions!

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ADDICTED FOR 15 DAYS // day-11: a scene/part you keep rereading

(Addicted After All chapter 21: throwback to Lily and Lo’s first “wedding”)

“Do you remember the Cayman Islands trip?” Lily asks, staring at the water in reverence.

My heart pounds, an added beat, happy it’s her. Here. With me. “When we were seven?” I think hard, trying to wash away the blurry haze of our childhood.

She nods. “Our dads had a business trip for the week, and they brought us on this yacht.”

It starts coming back. We were carted around to most of their meetings instead of being kept in daycare. Just us two and a ton of older cigar-smoking men. “We built a fort in the bow with couch cushions,” I recall. I smile at the image of her thin build and big eyes. She was quiet and shy and when the stewards came around to ask us if we’d like any drinks, she’d whisper her order in my ear.

I also can’t remember a night where we didn’t sleep in the same bed. Innocent sleepovers. At first they all were, and somewhere along the way, we changed. I fell in love with her.

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RS#59 “Growl” (ft. EXO’s Sehun) (3/5)

Genre(s): Romance, AU

Warning(s): None ATM

Your heart was beating loudly, thumping against your ribcage in increasing succession. You were awake; in your head you were awake, but somehow your limbs weren’t listening to your will.

Like a prisoner in your own mind.

Your eyes were open and yet your lids were closed. You were forcing yourself to open your eyes, but something keeps weighing you down, pressing against your body. You’ve experienced sleep paralysis before, but never like this. It felt like you were going to suffocate to death.

“Y/N!” your eyes popped open and the first thing that greeted you was Sehun’s frantic gaze as he gripped your shoulders. He’s been shaking you awake for at least one minute, before you opened your eyes in the midst of a breathless scream.

“What happened?” you asked as you sat up properly, he could see that your pupils were shaking as it tried to focus on his face.

“That’s what I wanted to ask you. I could hear your heartbeat from the living room.” He said, as if that was the most normal occurrence in the world. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“I… I think so.” You said as you took in huge breaths, trying to calm yourself down. “I passed out on you, right? What happened after that?”

He shrugged and you wondered how he always remained so nonchalant. Was this how one will be once you’ve lived through a few centuries? “Nothing much. I just took your things from him and went inside.”

You looked at him for second, “You’re lying, but you made him leave, so I guess that’s enough.”

“Are you feeling better? You should go back to sleep. It’s 5 AM. You have to leave in two hours.” He said the words as if he was reciting the words from a script. You knew that he was sincerely worried about you, but at the same time, he didn’t want to stress you out any more.

“I can live without those two hours. Besides, I’m too awake to go back to sleep.” You rambled, not knowing if he even understood what you meant.

He nodded, sitting at the edge of your bed, unsure of what to do with himself now. You took that moment of silence to observe what seems to be brewing in his head. You’ve been staying with Sehun for a good three weeks now and most of the time, you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking behind his stoic face. However, you’ve been pretty good at catching one expression.

“What is it? There’s something you want to ask, I can almost hear it.” You declared confidently and you were sure you took him by surprise.

“I… no.” he hesitated and look at your expectant face, “You sure you can handle it?”

“Sure, it’s not worse than a sprained ankle, right?” you wiggled your foot under the blanket and a small smile flickered on his lips. “Wait!” you held up a hand… “Before you ask that, sit here with me.”…and tapped the space beside you. “You’re more than 700 years old already, you’ll hurt your back doing that.”

“I’m fine.” He turned away from you to straighten his back. You were sure you heard a crack.

“Sehun-ssi, come here.” You commanded, but strangely, he remained rooted to the spot. “Huh? Are you resisting me?”

“No.” he said in a low tone. “It’s just your control over me got weaker.”

“Weaker? Why?”

He coughed, you realized much later that he does that when he’s about to say something awkward. “It’s because you kissed me.”

You probably blinked 10 times in three seconds, before the scene where you actually kissed him so passionately flashed in your head’s cinema. You thought you heard your neurons applaud you.  

“One of my hyungs said that the possible logic behind it is that the line between owner and pet becomes blurry and I become less of a pet and more of a… companion.” That short pause meant that he had a different word in mind and your heart had already come up with a comprehensive (possibly over-reaching) list of alternatives. “The more that we… ‘blur’ this line, the less your control will be.”

“D-Does this mean you’re completely free from my commands?” you tried to copy his calm tone, but yours came out as a stutter.

“No, but your will has to be really strong for it to work.”

“Does that mean you don’t wanna sit beside me?” Ah, why do you not have control over your mouth?

But Sehun rewarded you with a smile and sat beside you over the covers. “Happy?”

You averted his attempt to meet your gaze and crossed your arms over your chest. “So, what were you going to ask me?”

“Ah, that… why were you with your ex-boyfriend in the first place? Didn’t you break up?” He didn’t even stutter and you wondered why he even hesitated.

“You know, I can’t decide whether you’re insensitive or what.” You commented, hoping to change the topic, but when you glanced at him, he looked like he was waiting for your answer. “I was… I was drunk and some small, stupid part of me thought that this was my chance to get back together with him, but I was wrong.” You glanced at him to see if he was still listening and you wished you hadn’t because you cannot pull your gaze away anymore. “He was exactly the same. It was as if he broke up with me yesterday.”

You laughed in disbelief and willed your tears away. After a long moment of silence, you croaked out, “He didn’t even say sorry.”

“Can I ask why you broke up in the first place? If it’s too much, I do not need to know.” His tone was careful; his choice of words cushioned the possible implications of such a question.

You unhooked your arms and stared at your hands. You didn’t speak and you knew that Sehun was patiently waiting. “He changed.” You exhaled. “I’ve been with him for a long time, Sehun. He was my first boyfriend and we dated through college. I moved here to Seoul to follow him because his father’s company was here. He was sweet, he made me laugh. He knew exactly when I wanted him to act goofy, serious, naughty. He wasn’t overly jealous, but he cared enough to steer me away from guys who tried to take advantage of me. He’d drive me home and open doors for me.” You realized that you had began to cry. “He was perfect, really. He flew with me back to my hometown just to meet my parents and my mom adored him. He knew when to leave me alone and when to be there for me. We were so disgustingly happy. We were that is until he left for this tour. He was gone for six months and at one point, he just stopped contacting me. When he got back, he was a completely different person. The hair, the clothes, the way he spoke, just… everything. He just wasn’t my R anymore, but I loved him. I loved him, so I held on until he finally broke it off.”

Sehun didn’t know what to say and a part of him felt guilty for even asking. You were sobbing so hard that it hurt you. Slowly, he pulled you into his arms and let you cry on his shoulder. You held him close as you cried and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.

The sun came up long ago, but safely tucked against Sehun’s chest, tear-induced fatigue overcame you and you fell asleep again.

This time, however, you breathed easily because you knew that Sehun would be there when you wake up.

This time, you woke up to the undeniable smell of ramyun and you lay in bed for a few more minutes, just smiling and burying your face into your pillow to calm yourself down.

You had already flung the covers off you when Sehun came in carrying a tray with the pot of ramyun inside your room.

“Oh, just in time.” He remarked when he saw that you were up. “I suppose you’re not going to work anymore? It’s 1 PM after all.”

You glared at him as he settled the tray on your bed and sat in front of you. “Why do I feel like you’re teasing me?”

He shrugged, a playful smile playing on his lips. “Sorry, I can only make ramyun. I did put eggs and chives in it.”

He opened the small pot and the delightful, warm steam hit your face. “At least you can read the instructions for this.”

“Just eat it.” He said, handing you the chopsticks and you noticed how he looked embarrassed.

“700 years and you never learned how to cook?” you asked conversationally as you took a bite, trying to steer away from the last night’s events.

“All of those 700 years did not belong to me alone.” He said meekly and you wondered if you said something wrong. “I shared them with quite a few people.”

His last words seemed like an invitation for questions and you didn’t know if you were ready to ask; you weren’t sure if you were worthy enough to listen. You looked at Sehun carefully and feeling eyes on him, he looked up at you.

“How many?” It was a vague question, but he knew the answer.

“Four.” He said, tearing his gaze away from you. Recently, instead of him trying to pull you in with his uncanny charms, you seem to magnetize him.

“Were they good people?” Although you tried to avoid heavy topics, you seem to have landed on them again.

“I can’t say. When you live long enough, your definition of good and bad changes. A lot of things change actually.” He paused and murmured the next words, “Immortality is both a gift and a curse.”

“Let me be the judge then.” You said and you saw how Sehun had to bit his lip in contemplation after putting his chopsticks down. The only thing that lightened up the situation was how loudly you slurped the noodles and honestly, you were kinda doing it on purpose.

“You sure you want to hear this?” he gauged your reaction and you seemed uneasy. He didn’t want you to feel like you were being nosy, so he said in a cheeky manner, “It’s sad and you might get jealous.”

“Wow. Try me then.” You said with just the right hint of sarcasm. “I bet that’s how you felt when I told you about my history with R.”

His lips quirked up with his shrug as he tried to hide the fact that you were scratching the surface of his true feelings. You finally finished the ramyun and set it aside as you set cross-legged in front of Sehun. You looked eager and brighter; this put Sehun’s heart at ease.

“The first few decades after the curse were the worst. My brothers and I didn’t know where to go and what to do because we were stuck in the bodies of these huge wolves. We didn’t even know that we could go back to our human form.” He explained, mimicking the way you sat.

“What? Didn’t the witch who cursed you explain while you fought her off? You know, like normal?” For the first time, or so it seems to you, you heard him chuckle and you gave a pat on the back to your inner joke machine.

“Sadly, curses are not as glamorous in real life. One night we were princes and when the next full moon arrived, we painfully changed into wolves.” You saw his shoulder twitch, as if his body could remember how painful it was and you couldn’t even begin to imagine the reality. “For a few decades, we just lived in the forest, barely surviving until we were discovered by people.”

“What did you do?” you asked, clasping your hands together in anticipation and Sehun almost laughed again at how enthusiastic you were, as if you were listening to a bedtime story.

“We ran, of course. We got separated. Me and my brothers, Chanyeol and Baekhyun lived in the mountains until about 1500. We were planning to go down, but our alpha, if that’s what you want to call it, Suho-hyung came and found us in human form.” He stopped for effect and he saw how you were hanging off every word. “Needless to say, we were surprised. A kind witch had—“

“There are kind witches?”

“Yes, there are good and bad versions of all creatures that you can think of.” You let out an understanding ‘oh’ and Sehun thought you were deliberately acting cute. “Anyway, a kind witch met Suho-hyung and gave him a name. He then took all of us to this witch and we were under her care for the longest time. She also taught us how to turn into smaller versions of ourselves which explains why I can look like a dog and move inconspicuously among humans.”

“Why didn’t you just stay in human form?” You leaned your elbow on your knee as your palm cradled your chin. Sehun noticed that your eyebrow had scrunched in thought as you tried to figure out the answer to your own question.

“We can’t. When that witch was killed, we immediately turned into wolves. I did tell you that I can only be with you for the rest of your life, right?” he asked and if it was possible to get a heart attack in two seconds, it probably happened to you when he said those words. “When our owner dies, our bond with them breaks, so we become wolves again. The royal vampire who killed her, took us, imprisoned and used us.” You knew that Sehun was choosing his words carefully, sparing you all the gruesome details, but it wasn’t difficult to see how much he hated his subsequent owner. “They were really powerful during the 1800s, so—“

“1800s?” you echoed and Sehun didn’t know why you reacted, so strangely. “You lived with the witch for around…?”

“More or less 300 years, tracking time then was much more difficult than it is now.” Your jaw had slacked in surprise at this point, but Sehun simply continued with the story. “Anyway, it took us around 10 years to completely wipe them out.” He saw how you reacted, but chose to ignore it. “After that, we thought it would be best for us to separate from each other; that way, one can always come and help the other.”

“So where did you go next?”

“I tried going to the mountains for some time, but a farmer and his wife took me in as a pet. The thing is, they never named me.” You saw how he smiled, like he was a recalling his fondest memory and you can almost imagine him sitting in the middle of a field, the wind blowing his hair in different directions; at peace. “They never named me, so they never really owned me nor did I turn human. I stayed with them out of my own will. They were old and needed protection. After 50 years, the farmer died and his wife lived on for 20 more years.”

“That’s beautiful.” You said in awe, picturing the story in your head.

Sehun smiled again and you met his eyes. You thought you could get used to him smiling like that.

“You think?” you nodded in reply. “Me too. It was the most peaceful period of my life so far.”

“And so? After that?” you scooted closer in anticipation and Sehun wasn’t prepared for the way your scent suddenly became much more potent and to him, much more intoxicating.

“I don’t know if you want to hear this.” He said, his eyes travelling from the thin layer of sweat on your forehead caused by eating ramyun; over your neck where the faintest hint of yesterday’s perfume was emanating and back to your eager eyes.

You noticed the way Sehun gulped, but thought that it was because of the story he was about to tell.

“Alright.” He sighed to himself. He felt like he was opening a padlocked chest of memories and he just knew that at the end of his story, he will either distance himself from you or pull you close enough, so that he never had to let go. “After a few years of wandering, I went to the city at the turn of the century. My brothers always told me such amazing stories that I wanted to go and experience it myself. There, the daughter of a noble family became my owner.”

Your expression immediately stiffened when those last words left Sehun’s mouth. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to get jealous? Why would I get jealous?” you sounded defensive before he had even started the story and looking back, you already lost then.

Sehun met your eyes and simply looked at you. It’s been long since someone had looked at him with such energy, with such emotion. He liked the fact that you were so transparent. You wore your heart on your sleeve and it doesn’t take much for Sehun to know how you were feeling. In fact, in the three weeks that Sehun has been with you, he had managed to memorize every bat of your eyelash, every blush on your cheek, every quirk of your lip. Sometimes, and this was something he’d never tell you, he would barge into your room for a mundane thing and he’d find you sleeping. Breathing softly, lashes on your cheek, all these draws him in and he’d find himself staring at you longer than necessary or lingering by your side a bit more.

Sehun wasn’t answering, so you waved a hand over his face. With restrained force, he grabbed your wrist and held it in the air. “Why?” he breathed. “Because I’m yours.”

With a tug, you launched forward and into his arms. His large hand angled your face to his as he easily captured your parted lips. Unlike the first kiss, you two didn’t have excuses for this one. You didn’t and yet, your hands naturally covered his and his arm wrapped around you as you knelt in between his legs. Your eyes remained open in shock and you saw how his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he kissed you deeper. He pulled away. Surprised by his own actions, he began searching your eyes for any hint of disgust or anger, but all he got was you leaning in for another kiss.

He responded accordingly as you went for his lower lip. You felt his tongue begging for access and when you sighed into the kiss, he took the opportunity to explore every crevice. His hand around you began hovering lower until it reached the end of your shirt and Sehun could hear the way your heart raced as his fingers went under your shirt, caressing the skin above the waistband of your shorts. Such a pulse encouraged him to move his hand further up, grazing the hook of your bra before going back down and dipping his fingers past your waistband. All these while you were entangled in a feverish kiss.

He growled and pushed you back on your pillows, removing his shirt before hovering over you. He pushed your shirt to the side so that he could gain better access to your neck and nibble on your collarbone. When he ripped it slightly, you felt him bite your shoulder and swipe his tongue over the mark.

You gasped sharply.

But Sehun heard something else.

A gunshot.

His eyes shot open and he saw a broken smile.

In a split second, he was off the bed, breathing heavily as he looked at you with unreadable eyes.

“Sehun?” you called as you sat up, holding your shirt in place. “What’s the matter?”

He looked at your disheveled appearance and the marks he left on you, before he began shaking his head and backing away. “I can’t do this, sorry.” He said as he grabbed his shirt and left the room.

You were still sitting on the bed when you heard your door open and close again.

And if it were possible, you would have heard another sound, the unmistakable shattering of the pieces of your broken heart.

a/n: Growl is extended to one more part. QOTD: Is there a theme to these last lines?  

anonymous asked:

The mystery is solved! (Kind of). Cole is at some kind of exhibit/con thing with Dylan! I've still no idea where that actually is as Cole was on a plane yesterday? Maybe he actually has gone to NYC? He is with Dylan though. I hope he goes to Vancouver tomorrow!

I really doubt he flew to NYC for a day or two from LA to go back to the West Coast, but what do I know?

Post-Aftershocked 'the sheriff finds out' fic

What follows is a 9.9k Sterek fic that takes place after Aftershocked, but it could mostly(?) stand alone if you’re too triggered by disaster fic to read that. It sprung out of a conversation with Ademska so tyvm for the idea and some of the dialogue, and thank you to Thejessbeast for helping to work out the rough bits. I might continue this and post it as an addition—I’m still not sure.

(NSFW in words but T in deeds.)

UPDATE: This work is now available on AO3!

Looking back, Derek couldn’t even remember how he’d first gotten Stiles’s number. Those early weeks in Beacon Hills were a permanent blur of anger and panic, and Stiles had been the blurriest: just some human kid that Derek didn’t like, didn’t understand, and didn’t care enough to figure out. He certainly wasn’t the type of person Derek would’ve put in his phone himself, back then.

If Derek had set up his own game of chess, Stiles wouldn’t have even made pawn. Stiles was just the dust on the board—the kind of dust he couldn’t brush off.

The kind that ended up in his phone.

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Does Mothman is Reaper? EXPLAINED

Yesterday I made a post explaining how Reaper was Bigfoot, but @ask-whataburger-reaper brought me to believe a different realization.

Which begs the question: Has Reaper actually been Mothman all along?

What is the Mothman?

The Mothman, also sometimes called the Winged Man, is a cryptid, sometimes believed to be an alien or a supernatural manifestation. The first sighting of the Mothman was on November 15, 1966 in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. The last sighting of the Mothman was on December 15, 1967 before/during the collapse of the Silver Bridge and the death of 46 people. The Mothman is usually depicted with black fur/feathers (?), large wings, and glowing red eyes. Image is above.

Who is Reaper?

This was answered in my “Bigfoot=Reaper EXPLAINED” post. You can check it out here.

How are they connected?

We’ll start off with some easy ones, like last time.

-Both dressed in black

-Clouded in mystery

-Nocturnal

-Transportation. Now I know you’re saying “But Big Lots Soldier 76! Reaper doesn’t have wings!” And I think you’re right. But once again Whataburger Reaper opened my eyes:

Fun fact. Most people claim that Mothman never really flew, he just kinda,,, floated away,, like a balloon. But I’m like 90% sure he could teleport, just like Reaper can.

Death

Do you remember when I said that  there were no more sightings of the Mothman after the collapse of the bridge? Many people believe that the Mothman was some sort of omen of this, he was there to be some sort of sign for the upcoming deaths. And do you know who else is closely involved with death? Reaper. 

As I am sure many of you know, the grim REAPER is a personification of death. Gabriel “Reaper” Reyes also has a barn owl skill mask thing (ALSO PEOPLE CLAIM THAT THE MOTHMAN WAS JUST A BARN OWL?? COINCIDENCE?? I THINK NOT). Reaper also says likes like “Death walks among you” and other emo things. Both Reaper and the Mothman are related to death.

So what does this all mean?

Gabriel “Reaper” Reyes is the Mothman that terrorized the town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia in 1966-1967

@ask-hottopic-reaper @ask-claires-reaper @ask-hottopic-gabrielreyes @ask-lush-reaper