hot. tell me more

psylockethe2nd  asked:

Imagine The Losers Club as the most dysfunctional superhero team

ok but listen i Love this so much i could even write a fic for this au
have some headcanons about their abilities;

Bill: Telekinesis. Bill can move litterally anything he wants with his mind. at first it was little stuff like a pen or a paper sheet, but the more he grown up, the bigger his power became. he’ll soon discover his abilities are, in fact, related to his emotions, and the stronger the emotions he will feel will be, the bigger the objets he will be able to move will get, even people.
“no Stan, I won’t l-l-let you move. You’ll come with us and save this f-f-fucking city.”

Richie: Invisibility. Richie can render himself unseen by everyone and do whatever he wants without being seen. he keeps using his power on bad purposes like to annoy the other members of the team and scaring them all the time, or to steals stuff
”oooOOOOooh i’m the ghost of Eddie’s underpant, flying through the house!!!”

Stan: Telepathy. Stan can read people’s mind, but also affect their minds/thoughts. It started with terrible headaches, then he started hearing voices that werent his (the poor boy was terrified).
Now he has learn how to control his power and can choose to hear only one person’s thoughts at once
”….I wish I didn’t hear what you were thinking about, Richie. You’re so gross…..”

Eddie: Healing factor. Just by touching someone’s injury, Eddie can heal it and take all of their pain. Unfortunately, it’s only working on other people, but not on himself. He discovered his powers by touching a bird which couldn’t fly, and flew away as soon as his hand touched it.
”Could you stop hurting yourself on purpose all the fucking time to see if my power still works?? Of course it still works!!”

Mike: Fire Manipulation. Mike can create, shape and manipulate fire with his hands. Like the other members of his team, he couldn’t control his power, and everytime he would have a strong (negative) emotion, he would create fire. Unfortunately, his power was also the cause of many incendies, inclunding his own house…
”If you tell me one more time “hot damn” I swear to god…”

Ben: Enhanced Strength. Ben can lift approximately 10 tons with his hands,  he can crush, lift, throw, or catch items of great weight without hurting himself. Like most members of the team, Ben’s abilities gets stronger when he gets a negative feeling, especially anger or sadness. Scared to hurt people, Ben can’t touch anyone until he will be able to have a better control of his own strenght
”I’ve already told you; I won’t carry all your bikes in my arms because you guys don’t want to ride them home…”

Beverly: Plants manipulation.  Beverly can create, shape and manipulate plants, including trees, vines, flowers, but also part of the plants (leaves/fruits). She can also revive withered or dead plants just by touching them with her hands, make them grown flowers, fruits.  yea… kinda like Poison Ivy!
The other members of the team love her power, she’s also the one who made them their “secret base” as they’re calling it; a cabin on a tree

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up

whenever ppl get all “Jfc can’t LGBT+ ppl go 1 day without mentioning the fact that they’re LGBT+? Can’t they just have a Normal Conversation???”

It’s like?
Yes, actually, we can.
We are very, very capable of not bringing it up. Many of us have to in order to be safe around family, etc.
When around friends we usually let our guards down a bit bc it’s fucking exhausting.

So, sorry* that every once in a while you have to hear your LGBT+ friends talk about something that impacts their lives greatly.
Sorry* that when a large portion of talks probably have something to do with love life, we may bring up our own to add to the conversation.
Sorry* that when a large portion of talks involve hardships that come with life, we may bring up our own to keep the topic alive.
Sorry* that you have to Put Up with your “friends”. Must be so difficult.

*word used in a sarcastic manner because we shouldn’t have to apologise for jack shit

Jeff Atkins Imagine #1

Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways

I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*


Originally posted by cynicalsunset

    Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.

And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry. 

“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper. 

There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship. 

“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.” 

You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”

“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too. 

You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!” 

Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?” 

“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression. 

“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed. 

You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt. 

“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…” 

“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends. 


It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better

But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly. 

You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy. 

“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect. 

“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly. 

“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.” 

Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?” 

You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him. 

“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly. 

“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff. 


It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out. 

“We still on?” Bryce called out. 

You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.” 

Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed. 

When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor. 

You thought you had heard wrong. “What?” 

“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!” 

Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.” 

“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-” 

“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.” 

Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.” 

You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.” 

Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint. 

When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?” 

You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.” 

“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.” 

You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.

“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.” 


Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Who doesn’t want to stab things and make what’s essentially a jar spell for joyous energy that you can drink later?

The resulting potion is VERY sweet, aromatic, and somewhat bitter. You could lower the sugar, but I think it’s worth it to keep the 44 theme and just dilute it with something when you drink it down the line.

There’s a lot of variations on this recipe out there, including some very interesting ones in Normandy. I’d love to hear about any you know!

But those images in the bug have given me so many feelings!

Cn you imagine their daily patrols though? So fucking cute and domestic and normal??

just casually discussing mundane things as they drive around???

“Oh! Remind me that we need to put eggs on the shopping list.”

“I thought we picked those up last time?”

“Yeah but Henry had the last three this morning.”

“I don’t know where that lad puts it.”

“He’s a growing boy.”

“Aye. Growing a tapeworm by the sounds of it.”

“Did you give the hedge trimmer back to my dad?”

“Ah. I might have forgot.”

“”He’s going to need it back before Saturday.”

“Noted, love. Speaking of Saturday, has the lad spoken to you about that camping trip he was oh so determined to go on?”

“The school one? Yeah, I said he could go.”

“Splendid. i didn’t want to lend him my spyglass if he hadn’t cleared it with you first.”

“Look at you being all mister responsible.”

“We could go floor to ceiling with natural stone tile?”

“Sounds fancy.”

“I just really hate those steel taps we have.”

“Aye. That bath in there is rather garish. I put a vote in for that shower thing you showed me.”

“Which one?”

“The one on that pamphlet, with the water coming out of all corners?”

“You know we could probably fit a hot tub in…”

“Oh? I like where this is headed. Tell me more, love.”

“Swan! Pass me the siren!”

“What? why?!”

“I want to frighten Granny.”

“Are you insane?! She’ll kill you. Then me.”

“…… fair point.”

“You’d think he’d take an antihistamine or something.”



“He’s faking it. The sneezing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I replaced the chocolate powder on his foamy coffee with pepper once. The git didn’t sneeze once. It’s all an act.”

“Oh my god- Killian you didn’t!”

“I bloody did. He was getting on my nerves. How am i supposed to enjoy my lunch with that spewing up beside me?”

“You can’t do things like that.”

“Try saying that again once you’re not laughing your head off.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it.”

“Killian! Siren!”

“What? You said-”

“It’s Leroy! Payback’s a bitch!”

“Now there’s the woman I love. Tell me when.”

The Blood on His Hands - Stiles Stilinski (smut!)

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

summary: after being theo’s hostage, you were already in for a rough night.  but things get rougher when stiles finds you
warnings: smuttt
word count: 7910
this is my first smut so… pls give feedback idec if it’s bad feedback just tell me how i did


My eyes closed tightly before fluttering open, and they hurt for a reason that I didn’t know yet.  I tried to rub hem, but my hands wouldn’t move.  I tried again, trying to shake my hands awake but they didn’t move at all.

“W-what?” I heard a chuckle, and turned my head to the sound.  “Hello? Hello is someone there?” I called.  “Please help I can’t move” I begged.  Someone stepped forward, and I narrowed my eyes to try and see them in the dim light.  “Hello? Can you tell me where I am?” I asked.  The person laughed darkly again.

“Oh, lovely y/n” I moved my head up, finding that I wasn’t tied down like I’d previously thought I was.  “You’re here with me” The silhouette of a person crouched in front of me, and I squinted to see who they were.

“Th-Theo?” I stammered.  “What’re you… what’re you doing?” I looked around wildly, finding that I was lying on a concrete, slightly wet ground.  Again he laughed, running a hand of my hair.  If I could move my hand, I’d smack his away.  And I tried, I did, but I couldn’t.  I kept on trying, kept on struggling with my own body to move but I just couldn’t.  I was trapped, and nothing was holding me down.

“There’s something about you being down there, your forehead stick your hair matted, that just makes you so much more beautiful” Theo said, and my body shuddered.  But at least it was movement.

“Theo what the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaking.  “Why am I here what are you doing?” I asked, completely confused as to why he would… kidnap me? Was I being kidnapped right now?  Why would he even want to take me, I barely knew him.  I don’t think I’d ever spoken to him before.

“I’m trying to lure your alpha here, love” He said, and my brows crinkled.

“My what?” I asked, shaking my head in confusion.  What does that even mean?  “I have no idea what you’re talking about” I whimpered out.

“Oh, sweet, naive, y/n” He gritted out, and grabbed my arms.  I let out a yelp as he lifted me up and threw me down onto a chair.  Again I began to desperately try thrash and try to fight him back but my limbs wouldn’t do anything my brain told me to do.  “That kanima venom is going to wear of any minute now, so we gotta keep you in place” He said.  I shook my head.

“Please, please just let me go no one’s coming, no one knows”

“Oh I doubt that, love” He chuckled.

“Nobody knows I’m here” I cried, tears streaking down my cheeks.

“I’m sure your little guard dog does” Theo smirked, and again I shook my head, brows furrowing.  What was he talking about? Where was he going with this?

“Stiles?” I mumbled, but less as a question and more of a statement.

Suddenly I missed him like crazy.  And I’d seen him just a few hours ago at school.  But at the moment all I wanted was Stiles.  To run in here and pick me up and tell me it’s all going to be okay, and then to prove it and take me home.

“Yeah, you think he’s not already on his way in that shitty car-”

“It’s a jeep you dumbass” I muttered, but Theo didn’t say or do anything.

“He’s probably outside, trying to psych himself up with that stupid bat of his” I whined but he didn’t care.  “He’s gonna run in here… probably yelling for me to give you back…” He smirked, circling around my chair.

“Theo Stiles isn’t coming there’s no reason for him to-”

“Do you know nothing!?” He practically roared, baring large fangs and glowing yellow eyes.  I didn’t say anything, the only sound I could here was my heavy breathing and a slight growl coming from Theo.  “You don’t… do you?” He smirked again, tilting his head to the side slightly.

“W-what?” I cried slightly, more hot tears spilling over onto my cheeks.  

“Tell me y/n, do you know why my eyes are such a pretty yellow?” He asked.  I was about to open my mouth to speak, but no words came out.  “Or why, I have these?” he asked, and trailed something sharp down the side of my face.  I winced when he cut the skin.  I looked down to see claws at the end of his fingertips.  I shivered, and couldn’t get myself to stop.  My hands were still paralyzed.  “You really don’t” He began chuckling again.  “They never told you? Your best friends…”

“What? What are you going on about?” I sighed, unable to keep up my struggle.

“Werewolves, love” He whispered, leaning so close to my ear my body would have squirmed if it wasn’t a useless sack of bones.  “Your friend McCall? Alpha of three years.  Malia? Born werecoyote.  Lydia? Banshee.  They haven’t told you any of this?” I sucked in sharp breath.

“N-no” I stuttered, shaking my head ludicrously.  They never told me… was it even true? I looked at Theo and saw my answer instantly.

It was.  Theo was clearly… something unhuman.

Why wouldn’t they tell me? I could’ve protected myself, they’re my best friends….

“Is Stiles…?” I trailed off, figuring Theo would figure out what I meant.

“A werewolf?” Theo asked, stepping back now.  “A banshee? A… a coyote?” He laughed.  “Is he anything other than the useless, pathetic, scrawny, weak little human-”

“Well that’s hurtful” My ears perked at the familiar voice, my eyes jolting to the dark, where I watched Stiles and Scott coming into the building.  I closed my eyes, thanking them silently for showing up.  “And to think, I always say such nice things about you” The pale boy shook his head and tisked.

“Fucking Stilinski” Theo growled, pushing me before stomping over to him.  I let out a slight scream as the chair tipped backwards, and my head smashed on the ground.

“y/n!” Stiles yelled, and I heard a loud bang that echoed more than my skull on the cement.  I closed my eyes and try not to cry anymore, but now all I could feel was pain.

“S-Sti-” I couldn’t even finish his name, the blood in my mouth made me wish it was paralyzed like the rest of my body.  I tried to use my ears to figure out what was going on, but all I could hear was grunting and growling and… ripping? A lot of stomping around and running.  I squeezed my eyes tight and wished I could just pass out, maybe even die.

Dying’s gotta hurt less than this.

“Scott!” Stiles yelled, and I could only assume it was him who was running so fast.  Next thing I knew there were hands on my face, shaking slightly until my eyes opened  and I saw Stiles.  I breathed out heavily with relief as he began to feel me down for anything out of the ordinary.  The worst part was I couldn’t feel his hands anywhere but on my face.  I couldn’t speak, just cry even though I was trying my hardest not to.  “Hey, hey it’s okay you’re gonna be okay”

A deafening roar of pain echoed throughout the entire building, seemingly Theo’s.

But Stiles didn’t even look away from me.  “You’re gonna be okay” He said again, rubbing my arms lightly before yanking on the duct tape so it’d free me from the chair.  When it was ripped off i fell limp onto the ground.  “You alright? Come on” Stiles stood from his crouched position, attempting to casually pull me with him but my body wouldn’t budge.  He stared back down at me with instant horror.

“I can’t move” I whimpered.  “I can’t move Stiles” He stared at me, hands stroking over my face quickly.

“It’s okay, like I said you’re gonna be fine- Scott!” I winced when he screamed suddenly.  “She’s got kanima venom in her!” I didn’t even bother to ask what that was, I just figured it had to do with my sudden limp body.

“Shit” I heard Scott growl.  Next thing I know a body was flying in the air.  When I craned my neck to look, Theo smashed into the wall, and fell to the ground.  I whimpered in fear that he’d come after me, seeing that he was just a few feet away.  But his body wasn’t moving, much like mine.

“Oh my god is he dead-”

“He’ll be fine” Stiles said, before pulling me in his arms and lifting me up bridal style.  “Now we have better places to be- before he wakes up that is” I didn’t say anything, just closed my eyes as he began to run over to Scott.

“Is she awake?” I heard Scott asked, and opened them again to show him I was.  He sighed, and quickly walked over to us with his arms out, ready to take me, but Stiles held me tighter.

“I’ll take her it’s fine” Stiles said, already walking away.  Scott followed closely, taking my arms and wrapping them around Stiles’ neck, though they just fell loosely against his chest.

“We have a lot lot talk about” Scott muttered.  I stayed silent as I was carried out to where the jeep was parked.  I let out a sigh and looked up at the sky, counting the stars in my head until I got bored, then looking to Stiles.

Did they ever plan on telling me? Why wouldn’t they? In fear of me telling someone else? Apparently all my friends knew, but me.  What kind of cruel joke… keeping secrets like that… I wonder how often their lives are put in danger.  And why did Theo take me?

I realized I must’ve been staring too long, because I’d accidentally memorized all the freckles and moles scattered across his cheeks jaw and neck.  And also he was staring right back at me.

“I’m sorry” He said quietly, the most minimal murmur.  I didn’t say anything, or change my bored and pained expression.  Just closed my eyes, and rolled my head on his arm, resting it against his chest.  It wasn’t a conversation I felt like having, or was appropriate for the moment.

Besides, I’d probably start pacing.  And I need the use of my legs to do that.

When we got to the Jeep, Scott took the keys out of Stiles’ pocket, and opened the back door before he got in the front.  Stiles sat me up on the seat, holding me as he crawled in as well.  I let him lift me in his arms, awkwardly maneuvering my body into his lap as he sat.  As soon as he closed the door Scott began driving.

“You comfortable enough?” Stiles asked, adjusting my legs and arms.

“I can only feel my face and neck, so, I guess I’m fine” He nodded, and rose a hand, one of my arms falling from where it was placed on my stomach.  I giggled just a little bit as he lifted the hand that had hit the floor of the jeep.  “Thanks” I mumbled as he played with the unmoving fingers, before loosely intertwining our fingers.  I watched before he reached out the other hand and brushed back my hair.  He half smiled, eyes trained on his own hand as he tucked strands of my hair behind my ear.  I smiled softly, staring downwards as not to meet his gaze.

When I closed my eyes and he pulled my head against his chest, I fell asleep.

“…venom probably gone… we’ll see… walking will be fine”

“Better be… beat your furry ass…wasn’t supposed to get hurt”

I blinked my eyes open, struggling to gain consciousness as I heard Stiles’ voice.  I moved to the side and groaned loudly, barely seeing Stiles rush over to me.

“Hey, hey y/n you’re awake- and-and moving” I nodded, wincing as he kneeled down next to me.

A bed, I’m lying on a bed.  Blue blankets with Star Wars sheets… it’s Stiles’ room.  I’m at the Stilinski house.

“…hurts” I whine, and feet shuffle.  I glance over to see Scott rushing out of the room, and hear him going downstairs.

“Should be getting you some frozen bags and such… t-to relieve the pain” I nodded as he rubbed a hand up and down my arm.

I could feel it, I could feel the warmth of his palm and the roughness on the pads of his fingers.  I could feel the cuts and bruises too, but I was focusing on feeling Stiles.

“I-I feel it.. Your hand” Tears welled in my eyes as a small gasp left my throat.  Stiles smiled at you, continuing his hand movement on my arm.  “Lay down with me?” I asked.  Stiles stilled, but nodded his head quickly.  Before I could scoot back to make room for him, he’d already crawled over me, and laid on the other side.  I rolled over, my hands shaking as I moved them up, in front of my face.  A watery smile broke onto my lips as I planted them firmly against Stiles’ chest.

“How much do you hurt?” I didn’t roll back over when Scott came into the room, just let him put a cold pack against my head and what I assumed was a bag of frozen peas against my back.

“On a scale of one to ten?” I asked him, and he walked to the other side of the bed, standing behind Stiles.  Scott nodded.  “Definitely around an eleven that’s for sure” I groaned out.

“Well, I applaud you for your honesty” Scott said with a small smile.  I pulled back from Stiles and stared up at him.

“Honesty” I asked, raising a brow as I scooted out of the bed, and forced myself to stand on wobbly legs.

“y/n” Stiles sat up instantly, cautiously putting his hands out in front of him, palms towards me.

“No, you both- you both lied to me!” I yelled now, throwing my fists to my sides.  All my muscles were tense, making them ache again but I didn’t care.  I was far to angry.

“y/n we were trying to protect you” Scott said.  I narrowed my eyes at him.

“For three years, you’ve been like this, known this” I muttered.  “I’ve been your best friend, for twelve years”

“y/n-” I glared at Stiles.

“And Allison?” I asked, glancing between who I thought were my two best friends.  “Is she gone because of this?” I asked in a quieter tone.  As soon as I’d said it I wondered if I even wanted to know.

“We… there was nothing we could do..” Scott said, and I choked, covering my mouth to hide the sobs I was making.

“I can’t believe this I can’t believe…. You lied about her death!?” Hot tears streamed down my red cheeks.  “I can’t fucking believe you what is wrong with you!?”

“y/n please” Stiles got off the bed, reaching his arms out to me.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I shuffled away from Stiles so fast I tripped over my own feet and fell to the ground on my butt.  Again he reached out to help me but I pushed away from him.

“You were never supposed to get hurt-”

“But I did” I said in monotone.  “I did, and I was helpless, and defenseless against it.  Because you didn’t tell me” Stiles froze as I stood up.  “Tonight was your fault” I said, staring dead eyed at Scott.  Then I looked to Stiles, tears falling again.  He looked at me with a sad expression, but I didn’t do anything to reach out to him.  “I thought you were more to me that that” I mumbled to him.  His lips parted, but he didn’t say anything.  I shook my head with a long sigh, and turned.  Leaving his room.

Every step I took down the stairs was too fast, making pain shoot up the heel of my foot through my legs.  It made me cry more but I was done trying to stop myself from it.  How much didn’t I know?

“y/n- y/n don’t leave” Stiles quickly followed after me but I was already at the door.

“I’m going home.  I don’t want to talk to you Stiles”

I’d never been so rude to him, it was completely foreign but I didn’t regret it.  He was a liar, and maybe worse.  I wouldn’t know.  I don’t know anything, clearly.

“But y/n I want you to know everything I did, and said, was to protect you-”

“Yeah?” I spun around angrily as I’d stepped outside.  Stiles followed me out the door.  He froze in his tracks, seemingly surprised by my action.  “Would you have ever told me?”

“S-sure probably-” I scoffed and he stopped talking.  Which was probably smart on his part.  I doubt he’d say anything that I’d need to hear.

“I could’ve died tonight, and probably a lot of other nights too” I said.  “And it would’ve been on you” I jabbed a finger at his chest.

“No I’d never let you-”

“Get hurt” I finished with a roll of my eyes.  “Clearly” I muttered, gesturing angrily at the bruises and scars on my body.  Stiles closed his mouth and I could see tears in his eyes.

“Just please don’t leave, y/n” I shook my head, already stepping away from him.  “P-please don’t leave me” I shook my head, avoiding looking anywhere near him and I scoffed.  “I love you” He said, catching me off guard as I stared at him now, expressionless.  “I’m in love with you, y/n” He said, and I could see his tears falling now, even in the dark.  I stayed silent.  He looked at me helplessly, his shoulders rising and falling.  When I opened my mouth, thunder clapped, making me jump slightly in surprise, but I continued my stare at him.

“You don’t love me” I told him, stepping backwards just slightly.  “You wouldn’t lie to me if you did”

“I did it to protect-”

“Don’t even finish that” I said, my voice failing as it cracked.  “I’m going home before it starts to rain” I decided, turning around to walk away from the Stilinski household.  I got to the end of the drive before I began crying again, quickening my pace as I went to my house.

This hurt more than my legs, my arms, the cuts on my face.

I loved him too.

When I’d gotten home, I’d already been stuck in the dumping rain for ten minutes of my walk.  At first I’d tried to run but I grew tired and careless.  So I dragged my feet the rest of the way along the sidewalk.

To think less than an hour ago I was curled up against Stiles’ warm body in bed.

At least the storm had passed now, so I could sit on my roof outside my window, and watch the stars.  I’m not sure what time it was when I came out, or how much time had passed, but it was still dark.  I just laid on my back in my bare feet and worn and bloody clothes, staring up at the inky night sky.  I was relaxed, the questions and angry thoughts that was once rushing through my mind had calmed, and now I was at peace.

I was in my place.  No anger, just relaxation.  Though my sense of safety has wavered in the past few hours.  I had actually texted with Lydia a bit, mostly just letting her know that I knew about the supernatural now, and if she had anything crazy to tell me that I’m all ears.  I basically got her origin story that didn’t hurt my feelings as much as Scott and Stiles had.

She told me about Allison, how everyone did everything they could but there was no way to reverse the events of her tragic and early death.  We proceeded to talk about how much we missed her, and what stayed on my mind for a while was how Stiles was possessed.

My best friend, and the boy I’d fallen in love with, was possessed by an evil spirit, and he’d carried around the weight of Alli’s passing… and I never knew.  I mean around the time of her death I do remember him being mopey, but when I’d confronted him about it, he’d told me it was around the time of his mother’s passing, and his father’s job was at stake because of Scott’s dad.

Maybe I was the shit friend for not noticing sooner.

I groaned, realizing I’d turned my happy place into a bubble of questions and anxiety.  Suddenly I missed everyone, I missed Allison, who I’d gone a few months without depressingly mourning over her.  I missed my parents, who’ve been on a business trip for an extra two weeks… real dicks but I missed the regularity of them being at home.  I missed Stiles.  I missed everything about him, from the feeling of his arms around me to his smell of mint and pine and coffee.

I sighed, sitting up and pulling my knees towards my chest.  I put my face in my hands, shaking my head at myself.

“Congratulations y/n” I muttered, looking up at the sky and finding the moon in a thin crescent shape tonight.  “You’ve fucked yourself over”

With that, I laid back on the roof and closed my eyes, folding my arms over my had and curling my legs on their side.

“I know the roof is your special place, but I’m not so sure it’ll be so special when you get kidnapped for the second time in one night” I yawned as my eyes fluttered open upon hearing the voice, then proceeded to roll over to see who was leaning out my window.  Sure enough, there was Stiles, the upper half of his body leaning out the windowsill, his forearms resting on it.

Despite myself, I smiled at him, a gentle and small smile, but a smile.

“That’d be pretty sad” I said, pushing myself to sit up right.  Stiles crawled out the window, and carefully scooted his way down.

“How long have you been sleeping up here?” Stiles asked as he settled next to me.  “All kidding aside it’s not that safe”

“I know” I sighed, running my hands through my hair to comb out the mess of tangles.  “I didn’t really mean to fall asleep I was just trying to be relaxed” Stiles nodded, pulling up his knees and hooking his arms around them.

“I know you don’t want to hear it again…” Stiles let out a small breath, and you looked over at him patiently.  “Everything I did…. Everything I… I didn’t say… it was to keep you safe” He looked over at me too, looking surprised that I was already watching him.  I didn’t say anything, just offered him a soft smile.  “I swear, there were some days where I just wanted to sit you down and tell you the shit… especially Allison, God I fought myself for a long time on that I wanted to tell you I did but I thought… I thought you’d hate me cause I…” Stiles licked his lips, and looked away from me, then hung his head in his hands.  “It’s my fault she’s not here anymore” I shook my head, though he couldn’t see me.

“Mieczyslaw” I whispered, scooting over closer so that he knew I was being serious.  “Lydia told me everything, we… we talked for a long time” laid my hand on his upper back, rubbing in small circles.  “I know for a fact that it wasn’t your fault, don’t ever say that”

“I’ve done things y/n” He said, keeping his face hidden behind his hands.  “I’ve done things that if I told you you’d never forgive me.  I’ve got blood on my hands” I sucked in my bottom lip for a moment as I thought about what to say next.

“I forgave you for lying to me for the past three years… I was kidnapped tonight by a werewolf and couldn’t move cause of lizard spit” I chuckled bitterly.  “I think I can handle just about anything” I told him.  He let out a long sigh, but didn’t look at me as he spoke.

“I killed a guy… earlier this year” He mumbled.  I nodded, not faulting my caressing on his back.  “He… he was gonna kill me, my Dad, he threatened the pack… and you” His voice cracked a few more times, indicating that he was either crying or trying not to.  “It was an accident I didn’t know when I pulled the pin he’d fall through… I didn’t know he’d be impaled I didn’t know he’d-”

“Sh… Stiles…” I decided to cut him off, seeing how worked up he’d become.  I wrapped my arms around him, and tucked my head under his chin.  He sniffed, and held me as well.  “If it was an accident, it was an accident.  Not your fault” I told him.  He nodded, his arms tightening a little on me.

“Y-yeah” He stammered.  I smiled, patting his chest lightly before pulling away.  He looked at me, and I could only imagine it reflected my own face earlier.  Tears splattered all over the place and cheeks red.  I gave him a smile, and cupped his face so I could wipe them all away.

“Stop your crying Stilinski” I hummed, and when I pulled my hands away, he smiled at me.  “Now, I get some questions” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Fire away” Stiles said, regaining his voice.

“So can Kira actually turn into a fox? I didn’t get that part”

We spent a long time together, in fact until the sky began to go from black to a blue, telling us the time was nearing early morning.  But it didn’t matter.  We’d both ended up laying down on our backs somewhere between learning about what Lydia’s screams can do, and why they don’t let me hang around the Hale house….Peter.  It was only because of Peter.  Supposedly he’d wanted to kidnap me as well, but settled for Stiles instead.

“What is it with people trying to kidnap me? I didn’t even know about the supernatural, what possible information could I have?” I asked him, rolling onto my side.

“Eh, I don’t think their play is really about getting information out of you” Stiles said, looking down to where our hands were lying just a few inches apart.  “I’d take a wild guess and say it’s likely just to lure me- the rest of us out” He stammered over his words, but still managed to make me blush.

“Yeah… Theo did say you’d come” I mumbled, glancing down to our hands.  His fingers were tapping against the tiled roof.  I half smiled at his familiar nervous habit, and laid my hand over his.  I kept my head ducked down so he wouldn’t see my dumb smile.  “Thanks for that” I told him.  “I never really thanked you… but you did save my life” I told him sincerely, eyes flickering up to find he was already staring intently at me.

“Yeah of course” He murmured, then licked his lips.  “Look I… I can’t promise you it’ll never happen again, especially since once my mom used to promise me there was no monster under my bed and now there’s a monster around every corner- but that’s not the point.  The point… the point is that if, and whenever it does happen again, I’m always gonna show up” My jaw dropped a little, the way he said it so breathlessly, like he was telling me the most important thing I’d ever need to hear.  “I’m always gonna come and get you, I’m always gonna be there” I bit down on my lip, trying really fucking hard not to cry.

“I-I’ve cried enough for tonight” I said with a weak laugh.  Stiles moved in closer, his fingers curling around my hand that he’d previously just loosely laid on his.

“I meant it when I told you I loved you” He said, and I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes away from his.  “I didn’t just say it so you’d stay- I mean yeah but I’d been meaning to tell you for a while, a long while, a really long while seriously Lydia and Scott were always up my ass about it b-but I did mean it” I laughed quietly at his babbling.  “And not the stupid ‘you’re my friend I love you buddy’ thing” He punched my arm lightly when he said that, making me laugh airily again.  “No, no I’m in love with you, and I have been for a long time”

“You have?” I whispered out, eyes flickering between his.  He nodded with a sigh.

“Yeah… yeah I have” He said somewhat sheepishly.  “And I know today’s been a shit storm of events, and I know I literally just told you that I’ve killed people, and a lot of other weird things like werewolves and doctors who make people monsters b-but it doesn’t change anything for me like it does for you because I’ve had this stupid painful crush on you since kindergarten and I’m tired of-”

I cut off his rambling, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down towards me so I could press my lips against his.  Stiles immediately reacted, kissing me back and releasing my hand so he could wrap his arm around me and yank me against him.  I breathed in harshly through my nose, but the kiss softened, became gentle brushes of fingers on skin, and small lingering kisses.  When I parted, I realized we’d moved.  I was on my back, Stiles half over me, one arm pillowing under my head.  I smiled sleepily up at him as his large hand cupped around my cheek.

“I didn’t- I thought earlier when you left it meant that-” Stiles stammered over his words, but I bit my lip to hide an excessive smile and shook my head.

“No” I hummed.  “No, no I’m in love with you” I told him, staring up into his eyes.  “Stiles Stilinski… Mieczyslaw” A small smile played on his lips at hearing his real name.  “I love you for protecting me, okay?” I asked, and when he tried to look away I followed his gaze.  “I understand” I whispered so quietly I don’t know if he  heard it, and he was still hovering a few mere inches over me.  But the look he gave me told me he did, one of relief and joy.

“I really fucking love you” Stiles said.  “And today when… when I found you with Theo I’ve never…. I’ve never been so scared to lose you” I reached a hand up, tracing his jaw and lips as he spoke.  He grasped my hand in the one he’d previously had against my cheek, and kissed my fingers.  “I mean I always thought in the back of mind I’d… I’d eventually lose you.  When the truth came out, or-or worse” When he released my hand I went back to trailing my fingers over his face again.

“Well, got any secrets left for me to know?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow as my finger made it’s way over his brow.

“Once Scott and I ate your halloween candy when you fell asleep” I giggled, planting a kiss on his nose.

“Well, then I don’t think I have reason to leave anytime soon” I told him, making his lips twitch in a smile.  “That is if you’d like to keep me around a little longer?” Stiles grinned widely now, nodding as he adjusted the arm under my head, his other hand splaying over my cheek and touching his lips to mine.  Then again, and again, until my hands slid around the nape of his neck and pulled him down further.

Though eventually I grew tired and it was mostly Stiles doing all the work, I just pursed my lips here and there.  Stiles caught on quickly, chuckling as he pulled away.

“Let’s get you inside for some rest” He said, and I nodded, reaching my arms up as he carefully stood on the roof.  My eyes were closed, but a few moments later I felt his arms wrap around me and lift me up.

“Thank you” I mumbled into his shoulder, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.  Though this would usually make me all hot and bothered, I was too comfortable being held in his arms and clinging to his body.

“No problem princess” He hummed back, and next thing I knew I felt myself being laid into my bed.  “Let’s get you into pajamas” Stiles said, opening up my dresser and finding comfy clothes.  “What the hell y/n!”

“What?” I muttered, rolling onto my side to see him begin to grab a heap of clothes.

“I knew you were stealing my flannels!” I flushed red and smiled guiltily.

“Soorrry” I drew out the word, pushing up to sit on my knees.  I took the ball of shirts from his hands and set them on the space next to me.  “They’re just so comfy” I said, innocently wrapping my hands behind his neck and pulling him just a tad closer.  Stiles raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously, but I pretended not to notice, keepin my eyes focused on his lips.  “They basically double as a dress…” I said slowly.  “Long enough that I don’t need any pants or anything” I finished.  His once suspicious expression faltered for a moment as I lingered on each word.

“What’s your move here?” He asked, voice low and gravelly and making a pit in my stomach.

“Move? I have no moves” I shrugged, looking as innocent as I could.

My fingers trailed down his chest.

“You think that by seducing me..” Stiles moved closer, his hands closing around my hips and pulling me against him.  “.. you can keep all those clothes of mine?” I looked up to find him smirking, which made my stomach do somersaults.  

“Well that depends” I said, my nose barely rubbing up against his.  “Is it working?” I asked, watching his eyes flutter shut and his jaw set.  He was tense, and this made my confidence grow.  “You need to relax” I breathed, rubbing my hands over his shoulders and chest, slightly massaging his shoulders.

“Hm” He hummed, and leaned down to connect our lips, but I pulled away just as they brushed.

“Nuh uh” I tsked, putting my fingers against his chin and pushing him back again.  He made a pout, and tried to curl his lips downwards to kiss the tips of my fingers.  “Stiles!” I scolded in a whisper scream, and he chuckled airily.

“C’mon, one kiss babe” He begged, eyebrows furrowed downwards, but I smiled and shook my head.

“I’m gonna help you calm down” I said, pulling back from him and staring him in the eye.  Stiles pursed his lips and raised his brows.

“W-what?” He stuttered, and I nodded standing up off the bed.

“Yeah” My grin grew, and to calm his confusion I leaned in and pecked his lips.  Stiles kissed me back, making it longer until I pulled away and turned him around.  My hands fumbled for his belt, and swiftly undid the buckle and pulled it out of the loops.

“Look I know you have bruises so you don’t have to-”

“Shut up” I mumbled, cutting him off with another kiss, this time my fingers slowly popping open the button to his khakis, and dragging the zipper down painfully slow.  I could actually feel his erection pressing against his jeans, my knuckles ghosting over it which made Stiles shiver.

“Fucking hell” Stiles pulled his lips off of mine, and shoved down the hem of his pants down, and kick them off of his feet.  I giggled slightly, pushing him back towards the bed.

“Sit down” I said, and he practically fell onto the bed.  I did in front of him, crawling on my knees up between his legs.  Stiles stared down at me, eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.  I leaned up, pressing a long and slow kiss to his lips.  Stiles’ hands cupped around my face, making the kiss more passionate.

But I didn’t want passionate.  I wanted hot and sexy.

So I gently bit his bottom lip, and before he could react rolled my tongue over the pink flesh.

The muscles under my hands quivered, and I remembered something I forgot.

“Whoops” I said, pulling away from him and reaching for the hem of his tee shirt.  Stiles smirked at me and pulled it over his head before I could.  I made a pout, sticking out my bottom lip.  “I wanted to do that” He shrugged a shoulder, and leaned down to kiss me again.  I smiled against his lips, and scooted impossibly closer.

“You’re sure?” He asked, and I hooked my fingers through the elastic of his boxers.

“Yes” I said, and pulled the boxers all the way down to his ankles.

I grinned mischievously up at him, and wrapped my hand slowly around his cock, instantly earning a small whimper.  I smiled at this, and wrapped my lips over his tip, careful not to move them anywhere else.

Fuck” I hummed around him, and his hands shot to my hair, pushing himself further into my mouth.  I hollowed my cheeks, and began to bob my head up and down his cock.  “Fuck fuck fuck yes” I made a small chuckle and grasped my hand around the part of him I couldn’t quite fit in my mouth.  I stroked it quickly and roughly, trying to get him there quicker.  His moans and breathing quickened, and the dampness in my panties grew.  “W-wait wait-” Stiles gasped, and the hands in my hair pulled me off of him.

“Hey-” He pulled me up to stand, then stood in front of me.  “I wasn’t done” Again m hand reached down to finish what I’d begun.  But I barely swiped my thumb over the precum leaking from the slit on his tip before he grasped my wrist and shook his head.

“I don’t want to come now” He said, and I cocked my head to the side but he kissed me before I could question aloud.  I giggled, knowing he could taste himself on my lips.  “You.. are… so… hot” He said between kisses, and making me blush.

“I am?” I asked as his lips trailed  along my jaw and to my neck.

“Very much so” He said, hands rubbing circles on my waist, then slipping under my shirt.  “Although the clothing situation is a little unfair, yes?” I nodded shakily.

“Mhm-mhm yeah” I stammered out.  Immediately making him yank my dirty tee shirt over my head.  I then went to work on my jeans, while he was seemingly distracted.  When I kicked them off and stood straight again he was still staring at me.  I looked down at my skin where his eyes were wandering, and bit my lip.

I hadn’t looked at myself in the mirror since I’d gotten back, and I was in bad shape.  Bruises and cuts scattered all over my chest and stomach, even my arms and legs had bruises.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, and I looked back up to his eyes, feeling safe again.  I reached my hands behind me, unhooking the plain maroon bra I was wearing.  I slid the straps down my arms, and dropped it onto the floor, adding to the pile of Stiles’ clothes.  His mouth opened, tongue darting out to wet his lips instantly.  I smiled, a pink blush dusting my cheeks.

Here we are, standing practically naked in front of each other, and Stiles is making me feel like I just told him he was cute.

He moved forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against him, but carefully, as not to put too much pressure on my black and blue spots.  He brushed my hair back behind my ear, then quickly hooked an arm under my legs and lifted me up.  I giggled as he spun me around, pressing his lips against my neck in a quick kiss then tilting his head up to kiss me properly.  I raked my fingers through his hair.  The kisses became longer as he laid me back on the bed.  My legs stayed wrapped around his waist, and I stared up at him.

“I love you, you know that right?” He said, stroking my hair ever so gently and pushing it away.  I nodded.

“I love you too Stiles” I replied, and pulled his lips down to me, kissing him long and slow, to really prove to him how I felt.

His fingers trailed down my sides, landing on my hips, over my panties.  The only piece of clothing left between us.

His lips trailed down to my neck, finding the sweet spot below my ear that made my hands tug at his hair.

“Stiles” I whined.  “I need you to do something”

In seconds my panties were ripped down my legs.  Literally.  I could hear the fabric tear.

“Stiles!” I scolded, but shut up when he ran his tip through my now revealed folds.  I bit down hard on my lip to hide the sounds I was making.

“Stop that” Stiles mumbled, his thumb pulling down on my lip.  I could feel my cheeks flush in a hot blush.

“Will you just- oh!” My arms wrapped around his neck tightly as he surprised me by slamming in, stretching me out.  “Fuck” I cried softly, burying my face in his chest.  He stayed in place for a moment, letting you get used to his size.  “Stiles” You whispered.

“You okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” I groaned.

Apparently, he didn’t need to be asked twice, because as soon as I asked, he began moving again.

“You’re still on the pill right?”


And like that, he was fucking me.  My hands were clawing at his back, and at first I felt bad but it seemed to spur him on more, so I kept doing it.

“Fuck Stiles you fill me up so good” I mewled, and he smirked down at me, attaching his lips to my neck, nipping gently before rolling his tongue over the sensitive flesh.  I gasped and ran my hands through his hair, pulling tightly against the long strands.  I could feel the coil in my core tightening, bringing me closer and closer to release.  

“Faster” I begged.  “I’m so close Stiles please, please make me come” After the whined out plea, He grabbed onto my leg, and hitched it up on his hip, hitting an even deeper spot in me that made my back arch off the mattress.  I gripped onto his shoulders, practically screaming out his name.

A wave of euphoria crashed down over me, and I fell back onto the bed, gasping as Stiles worked out the last thrusts he had in him, before spurting hot cum inside of me.  He let out a groan, before falling off of me onto his side.  It was quiet between us for a few minutes, both of us riding down from our highs.  Our chests heaving as we panted.  I closed my eyes and rested for a few.

I could hear Stiles roll off the bed, probably in search of his clothes.  I rolled over to look at him as he pulled up his boxers and pants.  He smiled at me, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, before handing me his tee shirt.

“Stiles?” I mumbled as I pulled it over my head.

“Yes love?” He asked, and I sat up on my knees.

“I need panties, you shredded mine” His cheeks went red and I smirked at him in reaction.  He turned, beginning to fumble with my dresser knobs.  “Second drawer” I told him, chuckling at his fumbling around.

It was like all of his confidence had been drained out of him.

“Wow!” I stifled a giggle as he opened my underwear drawer, which consisted of both bras and panties.

“They’re just clothes you geek, just give me a pair” I said, still laughing as he handed me a plain pair.  “Thank you” I told him, and stood up so I could slide them up my legs.  Though his shirt covered most of me.

“You’ve got plenty of panties there” He said, his arms winding around my waist.  Something about the way he said panties made my stomach flip but I still giggled at him.  “I think you can manage having one pair gone” I looked over the the shredded silk material lying on my blankets.  I was going to move to grab them and throw them away, but Stiles kept his grip on me firm.

“Mm what?” I asked, throwing my head back slightly in feigned annoyance.

“Nothing” Stiles shrugged.

“Then might I throw away the remains of what you destroyed?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“Nope” I quirked a brow, but before I could question him, his arms sunk lower and wrapped under my thighs, lifting me up.

“Are we doing this again?” I asked with a chuckled as I wrapped my legs around his hips.

“Nope” He said again, and dropped me onto my bed, making me squeal in surprise.  But he quickly laid down next to me, and pulled me against him.  I let him get comfortable and I let him wrap his arms around me again to yank me so my chest was pressed against his side.  He kissed my forehead.

“I see, you’re an after sex cuddler” I hummed, tangling my legs with his as I drew patterns over the slight trail of chest hair he had.

“Only with you” He said and smiled sweetly, and I gave him a look.

“Well are you sleeping with anyone else at the moment? Now would be a prime time to tell me so I know when I ask you out”

“You’re gonna ask me out?” Stiles asked, an eager smile on his lips.

“Well not if you’re having sex with every girl you find on rooftops” He laughed and shook his head, placing a kiss on my nose.

“Lucky for you, I’m not” He said.  I grinned up at him.

“Then Stiles, would you like to be my boyfriend and do dumb shit together?” I asked, and he nodded quickly.

“Yes, yes! A million times yes!” I laughed at his impression of a woman being proposed to, then kissed him sweetly.

“Good answer” I murmured, before nuzzling my head back on his chest, and closing my eyes.

“Goodnight” Stiles said, placing a kiss in my hair.  He kept his lis there on the top of my head for a moment.  “I love you” He added in a whisper.

“I love you too” I mumbled back, before falling asleep.

I was almost certain that things were going to turn my world upside down, especially now that I was in the light about the supernatural.  But that was okay, because I had Stiles.

okokokokok i’m really anxious rn so just taKE IT *throws it at you*

xoxoxoxoxoxo ~ jordie

In Accordance with the ‘I don’t give a damn what you think’ Constitution, I would like to highlight some points to so-called ARMYs.

1.1 BTS is not your damn puppet show. They are people, actual human beings. Just because they live in the public eye doesn’t mean they’ve given up their free rights.

1.2 They started singing for themselves first. Then it’s for actual people who love them. If you don’t appreciate their hard work, you’re clearly not in that list. Kindly back off.

1.3 You don’t get to dictate or judge or criticise their PERSONAL CHOICES. We’re a family. You won’t judge your own brothers, don’t do it to them.

2.1 Ahh, yes, BTS are hottt. Yes, they deserve the extra Ts but they are also much more than pieces of meat on nice, very long (exception Jimin and Suga, although holy hell, their LEGS) legs.

2.2 You don’t get to stan specific members AND put down other members because they’re not “HOT ENOUGH”. Tell me, where? They are all NATURALLY BEAUTIFUL WHO GET EVEN MORE WHITEWASHED. Which is a sin in itself. We have the “White Elitism” to thank for that.


3.1 Respect. Please. I’m Indian and I know what the need of respect, even to a 10 year old is. It’s ingrained in Asians. (Yes, India is a part of Asia) Please don’t make fun just because we bow or join our hands to even Mascots.

3.2 Don’t ask for your supposed “Better looking” members on Live.You’re hurting the current member on LIVE. I SWEAR TO GOD I FEEL LIKE TAKING A SWING AT PEOPLE WHO ASK FOR OTHER MEMBERS. (I HAVEN”T HAD A JHOPE LIVE IN AGES! Thanks a lot, fakes!)

3.3 Love them all equally. 

PS. I’m willing to receive hate for this. Doesn’t change facts. But if it gets more positive love from REAL, GENUINE ARMYS then watch out Fakes, Antis and Haters, there’s a Part 2 coming!


Another wild ride with Drunk Google. 

EDIT: BL-kun has arrived so I’m adding them to this.

(Jin High)

friday: fake boyfriends

Late list for the world’s best trope! Thank you to everyone who’s followed so far!

So so Sterek. So so excellent. Hilarious!: 

Date Me by @cloudyskiesandcurlyfries (1/1 | 2,073 | Gen.)

Stiles and Derek pretend to date to see how long it will take Scott to notice and they end up forming a real relationship along the way

Still giggling like a loon!: 

May I Interest You in an Apology Muffin? by Leslie_Knope / @leslieknopeismyspiritanimal​ (1/1 | 1,478 | Teen)

“Wait, seriously? Who is it? C’mon, just tell me.”

“Uh…,” Stiles said, buying for time while he looked around as surreptitiously as possible. “That guy over there,” he whispered finally, jerking his chin toward the dark-haired guy three tables over, a guy so hot that Stiles’ only chance with him would most definitely be in an imaginary scenario.

Scott looked over his shoulder at the guy and got that determined glint in his eye that Stiles recognized, just about three seconds too late. Scott was gonna do something that he thought was heroic but was actually dumb.

“Scott!” he hissed, grabbing for his backpack and nearly knocking over their coffee cups in his haste to follow him. “Oh, holy shit.”

Omg omg omg! lmaoo!!!: 

Go With It by frnkieroo (1/1 | 1,311 | Mature)

The “I ran into my ex at the store while I was buying… special items, and he introduced me to his new girlfriend and you’re standing right there so I guess you’re my boyfriend now, just play along” AU

Just the sweetest!: 

I’ll Fake Date You For Christmas (If Only In My Dreams) by @exhuastedpigeon / 42hrb  (1/1 | 2,217 | Teen)

When Derek needs a date to his company holiday party he asks his long time friend Stiles, but their unspoken feelings for each other might make it an awkward night.

Perfect oblivious idiots! Seriously, perfect!: 

it just is by @hoechlin-perfection​ / marishna (1/1 | 4,294 | Mature)

“Thanks, man,” Stiles said to Derek. He hopped off the stool. “I’ll leave you alone now.”

Derek nodded but then, before he realized what he was saying, he said, “You don’t have to go.”

“I thought you didn’t like strangers?” Stiles shot back but he sat back on the stool.

“Then tell me more about yourself.”


The Bet by Leslie_Knope (1/1 | 8,238 | Mature) 

“Okay,” Stiles started. He had a monumentally stupid idea, but well, that was kind of his trademark. At least they usually worked out for him. Emphasis on usually. “If I win…you have to go to my ten-year high school reunion next year. As my date.”

Utterly precious dorks!: 

All the broken hearts in the world still beat by dragon_temeraire (1/1 | 3,354 | Teen) 

Stiles totally needs to make Lydia Martin jealous. Yeah. And his best chance is to convince star lacrosse player Derek Hale to (fake) date him.

Gloriously cute!! Love the dynamic!: 

Solid Alibi by LadyDrace (1/1 | 3,469 | Teen) 

Derek makes horrible life choices. It’s Grandma Hale’s fault, really.
Stiles is Derek’s fake boyfriend who maybe isn’t so fake after all

Flippin’ adorable!: 

It’s Always Been You by charlesdk (1/1 | 6,085 | Teen) 

Stiles’ love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so.

He wasn’t the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless.

Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

~Road Trip With Lily Part 5~

This just happened like 20 minutes ago. 

I was getting food (finally) and as I was waiting for my order to come out, I was chilling in the corner near the condiments. I’d just finished up a conversation with a nice elderly woman and had mentioned I was Puerto Rican at one point. 

So after this old lady walks away, I’m still chilling when all of a sudden, a (white) lady comes over. 

Her: “Do you work here? I need help.”

Me: “No sorry … .?” (I’m obviously confused since I’m not wearing the uniform of the other workers)

Her: “Well you’re Puerto Rican so I just assumed.”

Me: “What does that have to do with anything?” (Even more confused, pumping ketchup because my order just came out)

Her: (Dismissively) “It’s what you people do. Menial labor, gross jobs like working in this bus station because you’re not suited for anything better.”

Me: *slams ketchup bottle down on woman’s hand, grabs food and leaves before I start a fight*


So about a plot point in Twin Suns...

I love how the director/writer played off Obi-Wan knowing Ezra’s name as Jedi mystique even though visual inference tells us that Chopper likely debriefed Obi-Wan Kenobi on the purpose of Ezra’s visit and Kenobi asked Chopper the questions first into order to assess what Ezra needed.


Obi-Wan Kenobi: Now that I’ve fixed you little droid, as we wait for that probably dehydrated youth to wake up, tell me the purpose of your journey.

Chopper: Bep-Bepbep-bep.

Kenobi: (rubbing beard) Hm, hmmmm, but I do not recall a Kanan Jarrus at the Temple… 

Chopper: Bep-Bepbep-bep.

Kenobi: Maul’s back? And this was the result of a complicated botched mission to Malachor? Ahsoka fought Vader….

Chopper: Bep-Bepbep-bep.

Kenobi: (rubbing beard) And this Kanan Jarrus’s little apprentice decided to go out and warn me?


Night falls…

Chopper: (sipping hot chocolate) Bep-Bepbep-bep. (sips drink)

Kenobi: (sipping hot choco) What, no, tell me more! So did Kanan Jarrus return to Hera’s arms for not? Did they make out? Did that Grand Inquisitor get defeated? What happened to Eighth Brother? Will that Mandalorian Sabine return to her family-

Ezra: Ugggggh…

Kenobi: Oh, kid’s awake, dang it, no more story. (Flings hot choco mug at the side and assumes a mystique poise at the campfire)

Is there a ship name for Penny/Eliot/Quentin?  Because we have Quentin, Queliot, and Pennyroyal, but lbr friends, the solution here is polyamory.

Because imagine

Penny and Eliot tag-teaming to destroy anyone who hurts their little bruised flower

Eliot and Quentin tag-teaming to tease Penny about literally anything until Penny is like “that’s it I’m breaking up with both of you, find a new jackass to round out your threesome” and Eliot and Q are grinning like “you know you love us”

and Penny is like “no I hate you, you’re the bane of my existence, I have literally never met anyone more annoying than the two of you in the same room”

and Eliot is like “Oh baby, tell me more, you make me so hot with your dirty talk”

and Penny is just “I really, really hate you”

and Eliot is like “Well, since you broke up with us, I guess I’ll just have to get Quentin to suck me off now that you’ve gotten me so hot and bothered.”

and Quentin is like “I mean, I’m not going argue” and he starts putting the moves on Eliot, but like, deliberately giving Penny a show, and Penny is practically vibrating out of his skin in less than a minute

and then Penny grabs Q, turns him around, kisses him, and then pins him against Eliot and kisses Eliot over Q’s shoulder, and Quentin is like “what, I thought you were leaving us”

and Penny just goes “Shut up asshole”

peaceandlove77  asked:

Hey could you please write a something about Carlos getting kidnapped by Harry and him bringing him to Uma. But Jay and the others come and while Mal and Evie take on Uma, Jay rescues Carlos from Harry. Carlos is still a bit shaken up so Jay comforts him and reassures him that he will always be safe with Jay. ❤️

One of these days, I will write Carlos being captured by Uma and Harry and the whole thing will be dark and smutty. But until then, I kept this a little lighter.


Rated: PG13 for unwanted touching and because Harry is creepy

Uma just has this aura about her, like she’s constantly disappointed. Her crew isn’t what she wanted, her mother isn’t what she wanted, she isn’t what she wanted.

It’s not less degrading and belittling when she looks down at Carlos, clicks her tongue and sighs “you’re not a king.”

“But,” Harry sings, curling his hands through Carlos’ hair, “he is a friend of Mal’s. She won’t leave without her little pup,” and kisses Carlos’ temple.

Great. He’s no value to Uma, who has the power and say to kill him with any number of swords, but he does have value to some psychotic pirate who thinks it’s appropriate to haul Carlos over his shoulder and grab his ass like he owns Carlos.

Well, more likely, Harry knows it’s not appropriate, he just doesn’t care.

“Fine,” Uma sighs like Carlos is a dead fish instead of the seahorse she wanted for her sixth birthday. “Keep an eye on him. Tell the rest of the crew to find Mal and let her know we have the runt.”

Carlos grunts as Harry tosses him over a shoulder, hookless hand firmly planted on his butt, and walks them both to the middle of the ship.

“Harriet!” The pirate snaps. “Go find some others and search the Isle for Mal. Tell her to here at noon with the wand or we’re drowning her dog.”

Carlos just rolls his eyes as Harriet pouts and nods, grabbing two other girls before running down the dock to find Mal and probably kick children or whatever the pirates do for fun.

When Harry sets him down, makes sure Carlos’ bound hands are tied to a pole too so he can’t wander around, the pirate sits at his feet and smiles like Carlos is about to read him a story. “Long time no see, pup. How ye been?”

“Pretty spectacular until some jerk grabbed me and tied my up to a boat.”

“Ohhh,” Harry purrs, “yer voice is deeper now. Finally becoming a man?”

“As if you know anything about being a man. Picking on people who are smaller than you,” Carlos spits. “Harassing kids. Abducting people.”

“Stealing food, breaking into stores, fighting people on the barges,” Harry lists idly, pushing himself up and moving closer. “All the things ye use to do?” He leans down, breath against Carlos’ lips, foreheads touching. “Ye’re just a dirty Isle boy, runt.”

Carlos shakes his head. That’s what he was, not what he still is. That’s what Harry is, but…not who he should be. Maybe.

“Ben might let you guys come to Auradon. That’s what Uma wants, right?” He would move back but the pole behind him keeps he and Harry closer than what is comfortable. “You’d like it. They have this thing called theatre and it’s all dramatic and crazy make up and you would fit in so well.”

There’s not a single part of him that genuinely wants Harry Hook to come to Auradon, but Harry was right earlier. Carlos had been an Isle boy, stealing and fighting. He was never as bad as Harry, he would never kidnap someone, but Carlos knows that he wouldn’t have stopped to help if he saw it happen either.

Harry grins, still close enough that their noses are touching. “If ye wanna pretend ye’re a good boy from Auradon, fine. That’s how I’ll treat ye.” He grips Carlos chin painfully, his mouth twists into a grin with too many teeth, “the good boys are so much more fun to break.”

Even if he’s fuming and enraged, Jay can at least appreciate what a pretty distraction Carlos is.

Harry Hook, the dead man, is so preoccupied with punching Carlos in the stomach, making him wheeze and double over in pain, that he never realizes Jay behind him until it’s too late.

Really, Jay wishes he had some witty remark. Some hilarious, one-liner that makes him look cool and suave, but he has to move quickly. He grabs a fistful of Harry’s hair, drags the pirate backwards toward the rails of the ship.

“What the hell?” Harry snaps, clawing at Jay’s wrist, twisting and fighting out of the hold. “Get off of me, ye ass!”

“Shut up.” Wow, good comeback.

With one hard shove, Jay pushes Harry over the side of the ship, nearly goes over himself too, and smirks at the giant splash.

“And your eyeliner is stupid!” Okay, he really has to stop, this is just embarrassing. 

Jay rushes back to Carlos, barely picking up the sound of swords clashing together and Mal and Uma having their weird, flirty, verbal spar. Evie is holding her own against CJ, he notes proudly. And three of the pirate crew, Harriet and two other girls, are tied up outside of Mal’s old hang out spot still.

That doesn’t mean that there aren’t more pirates and more swords that are excited to impale them, so Jay works quickly at the knots around Carlos wrist, growls at how the rope has cut into his skin.

“Jay?” Carlos gasps, still fighting for air after having the wind knocked out of him.

“I gotcha, C,” Jay digs a knife out of his pocket and just slices through the ropes.

Carlos groans and fights for deep breaths before smiling up at him. “Thanks. You’re my knight…in shining armor.”

“Or your boyfriend with gorgeous hair.”


Jay does so immediately, not an ounce of hesitation in trusting Carlos, and misses a sword to his neck. He throws his elbow back, gets Gil in the stomach, and kicks him to the ground. Grabbing the sword, Jay smirks at Carlos. “Now we’re even.”

“Harry didn’t touch you or anything, right?”

Carlos looks over from the passenger seat, checks in the mirror to make sure no one is paying attention to them. Ben and Mal are engaged in a heart-to-heart and Lonnie and Evie are not so subtly eavesdropping. “Um. He punched me and scratched me, but you saw that.”

“No, like,” Jay focuses on the materializing bridge before them. “Touched you. Cause he’s always kind of had an obsession with you.”

Oh. “He kissed my face and touched my butt,” Carlos mumbles. “But that was it.”

“So if I turn the limo around to go kill him, you would think I’m dumb.”

“Not dumb. Just ridiculous and overreacting.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Jay, no,” Carlos sighs, reaches for his hand on the steering wheel. “It’s not your fault, it’s Harry’s. I should have been faster but he grabbed me and hauled me away and-.”

“It’s my job to protect you.”

“And you do a fantastic job,” Carlos smiles, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You saved me after like 15 minutes. It was kind of hot.”

“Yeah?” Jay peaks at him. “Tell me more.”

Carlos laughs, entwines their fingers. “You always save me, Jay. You’re like a natural protector. And you’re blushing.”

“No I’m not.”

“Oh yes you are.”

Jay sticks his tongue out. “I just want you to know that you’ll always be safe with me. In Auradon, on the Isle, anywhere.”

“Yeah,” Carlos grins. “I know.”

I really like how I wrote Uma in the beginning, I think I’m going to try her more often.

This turned into a little more Harlos than I was expecting, but I think the Jaylos shines too.

I hope you enjoy!

The Mark Of A Lion

Author: @the-incrediblydeadly-viper

Artists: @aetherlogic @spacebitch-pidge @0rchiddd

Betas: @fabulousanima

Rating: M

Warning: None

Ships: Klance


Lance has finally saved up enough money to get the tattoo he’s dreaming of for ages, but there is one slight problem. He has no idea where to go for it. So he decides to put his faith in his childhood and current best friend Hunk who recommends him to his neighbor, a great tattoo artist. However, Hunk failed to mention two very important details before Lance went down to the shop: a) he is extremely attractive and completely Lance’s type and b) he’s a total prick.


The bakery door burst open as Lance marched in with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance marring his normally carefree face. He stomped over to the counter, glad that for once the sweet shop was relatively empty because he had a few strong words to say to the man behind the counter. “Hunk, what the hell?! How could you let me go in blind like that? I thought that you of all people, my padawan, would know to give a guy a fucking warning!”

“Lance, be quiet! And what are you talking about? Did you not like his designs or something?”

Lance snorted. “His designs! No, they were gorgeous and guess what? SO, IS HE! You didn’t tell me he was hot!”

Art: x | x | x


okay listen up y’all if you don’t know about towndré take a SEAT

So I’m revisiting TURN 3.02, and holy hard-boiled eggs, y’all – I knew André was weirdly shippable with Bobby T, but I’d forgotten just how much.

The fact that this ship is even on my radar is 100% @capetian​‘s fault, by the way. She is the captain of this tiny beautiful rowboat of crack. But is it just crack? Is it??? Cause like, let’s No Fear Shakespeare this business:

A: “Dare I try my luck against the devil’s?” [translation: can i get lucky w/ u]
T: “Don’t tell my partner, but luck has little to do with it.” [oh you think i’m gonna put out just cause ur cute, guy? step up your GAME] 
A: “Rivington’s your partner?” [shit he got a bf??]
T: “I have an interest in the establishment.” [yeah that’s right i don’t need no man to “provide” for me, MMKAY]
A: “And you are an entrepreneur.” [oh BUSINESS PARTNER whew]
T: “I suppose you could say that, yes.”
A: “I’d be proud to.” [i think ur  g r e a t]

T: “You are a poet as well as an artist.” [maybe this guy’s worth my time after all??]

T: “I fear I am keeping you from a more engaging conversation.”
A: “I’ve already had that conversation. I require more monastic pursuits these days.” [i have been Hurt™]
T: “Fortunately, your monastery is in your head, allowing rapid egress as mood or conditions warrant.” [yeah but you don’t need to stay hurt wink wink]
A: “I forgot to ask your name.”

…Is this not supposed to sound like flirting? Cause this is flirting. When you go over to a stranger in a tavern, ask if you can join him, and then immediately start complimenting one another and bantering and being like, “Nah, forget about my hot ex, tell me more about you~~ 😉  😉  😉 ” …?

…That’s flirting, John. That is how we flirt.

And then, later, Andre first tries to buy Robert a drink before uttering THAT FAMOUS LINE:

T: “I have a weakness or two.”
A: “I hope none of them are women.”

I feel like I should point out that this exchange takes place in 3.04, btw – an episode devoted almost entirely to two plotlines (Annlett and Ben/Sarah) about a patriot and a loyalist engaged in a

~*~ star-crossed romance. ~*~

Maybe … just maybe …Towndré est réel.