i dunno where this is from or when


#Alec went from grabbing Magnus Bane by the lapels to cupping his boyfriend’s face when kissing him passionately #Alec Lightwood is wild as hell

Personal Yuri on Ice Fic Rec List

I browse AO3 for new YOI fics everyday, at least four times a day. Yes, that is my life now. This is Part Three. Part OnePart Two, Part Four, Part Five, and Part Six also exist.

1. Once More, With Feeling
Yuuri wakes up in Detroit after going to bed under heavy stress and emotional turmoil due to Victor’s declining mental health. Things are different. He’s dreaming, obviously. And in dreams, people can do what they want. So Yuuri decides to do what he wants. If only he could have accepted this new reality. Then the realization wouldn’t hurt so much later on. But ignorance keeps the pain of reality away.

2. Re: Yuri Katsuki
Phichit Chulanont is fiercely loyal to his best friend Yuri Katsuki. So when he randomly gets a direct message on Instagram from one v_nikiforov, it’s only natural for Phichit to assume it’s a prank. That is until he comes to realize it’s not a prank.

3. Trade Your Heroes For Ghosts
Having endured what was probably the worst day of his life, Yuuri wakes up with the hangover of a century and a desperate plea for the world to forget about his existence. Alas, the world has other plans. So does a certain Russian skater.

4. By My Side
Things happen a bit differently after the banquet. Yuuri doesn’t actually forget everything. And he wants to see Victor again.

5. A Glittering Path
Four times Yuuri made Viktor cry (happy tears, that is!), and one time (or more) they both cried. (You’re allowed to cry at a wedding, aren’t you? Especially if it’s your own.)

6. Winter Song
Yuuri was aware that at some point — a moment in time he couldn’t quite place — Victor had become his boyfriend. There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.

7. Lessons in Love
All Viktor wants is for his son to be happy - and if that means spending countless hours at the ice rink, a million more in the ballet studio, and devotedly cheering for Katsuki Yuuri at every competition he enters, then that is precisely what he’ll do. He just didn’t expect to become a fan, too. (He didn’t expect to fall in love.)

8. The Spaces Shaped for You
The paths they’d chosen after the Grand Prix Final wouldn’t be easy, particularly with Nationals just ten days away, but one thing was certain: no matter what happened, their paths would always come together in the end.

9. Bear Your Soul on the Ice
At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan’s next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star — and Yuuri’s idol — Viktor Nikiforov.

10. Grand Prix Finals with the Russian Skating Family
The new skating season begins, and Yuuri works hard to get his gold medal for the Grand Prix Finals with the Russian Skating Family. Yes. The Russian Skating Family.

11. Makes the Heart Fonder
This was going to be hard — they both knew that — but they would willingly take any of the punches thrown at them. It had been rough when Victor returned to Japan to be at Makkachin’s side, but they both pulled through. And, either by willingness or stubborn determination, they would manage, time and time again. But now— now when Victor was in Canada, and Yuri was in Russia on Victor’s side of their bed, where the pillows sighed his scent and his cologne, he missed the sound of his fiancé’s voice more than anything in the world.

12. With Fire in Their Eyes
Not applause. Screams. The light is wrong because a fourth of the ceiling projectors are missing. The sky is dark. No stars. Something gleams behind the broken sky. And moves. Something he can’t — won’t — something. Something that’s looking at him.

13. You can have everything…
Before the Grand Prix Final starts in Sochi, Yuuri finds Victor’s phone. He returns it— and hijinks and heavy flirtation ensue.

14. I’d rather be skating
Sometimes, when a muggle child gets an acceptance letter from a wizarding school, they say no. Victor Nikiforov would rather be skating. Yuuri Katsuki would rather be normal.

15. say not a word; I can hear you
“He was from Hasetsu,” Chris tells him quietly. “Oh.” Caught mid-laugh is a slight, young man with kind, brown eyes. He’s soft all around where edges should be, nothing like - nothing like a Ranger. “You think he’s gone back there? Really?” There’s a pause, Chris spinning his spanner around his knuckles. He shrugs. “I dunno, Yuuri’s always had a streak of crazy in him. So. Maybe.”

16. sharp dressed man
Victor’s such a peacock normally, and now he looks a bit like a half-molted one; glitzy fabric half-hidden under the sober visage of a respectable coach, skates exchanged for Yuuri’s gear.

17. to the winner goes the gold
In which Yuuri and Viktor are competing against each other in the following year’s Grand Prix Final, and they’re still (very much) smitten with each other.

18. in the spaces between
Yuuri’s life in St Petersburg is spread between four languages.

19. falling through the ice
Home. Home is Viktor’s sparse St. Petersburg apartment, which is now where Yuri keeps his clothes and his toothbrush and his silver medal, which Viktor hung above the fireplace, and his extensive collection of Viktor Nikiforov posters, because Minako had mailed every one of them from Hatsetsu. (Yuri had shoved them into a drawer, but Viktor put some of his favorites on the fridge, next to the photos he’d had printed of Yuri in his juniors costumes.) Home, where every time Viktor sees Yuri chattering excitedly to the triplets over Skype or hears Mari complain over the phone about the time difference, he feels guilty for keeping Yuri to himself, as if he’s the one stealing Yuri from the world now. “What will Viktor Nikiforov’s fans say if he falls like that in competition?” Viktor sighs, not moving. “What will his protégée and rival Yuri Katsuki say?”

20. never stop until the grave
Back in St Petersburg, Victor attempts to combine coaching Yuuri with preparing for his own return to competition. The spirit is willing but the flesh may be weak.

21. he meets me where i am
Something gold catches the light, drawing his attention. There’s a gold ring on Victor’s ring finger. “Ah,” Yuuri says, his heart giving a last squeeze, a futile reminder of the silly crush he once had. “Congratulations on your marriage,” he says, as cheerily as he can.

22. our doubts are traitors
Some ghosts of your past you leave well alone.

There are a lot of shorter pieces on this list, but nonetheless I’m grateful to the authors - and the artists! - who continue to provide high-quality content even though the anime isn’t airing right now. Has Season 2 been confirmed yet???

plastic beach headcanons
  • 2d likes to sit on the roof of the building, as far away from the water as he can get. he gets horribly sunburnt from laying up there for hours without anything to cover him. murdoc yells and makes cyborg noodle cover him in aloe vera when he sees the bright burns. if 2d looks straight up at night it is completely silent and there are so many stars that it feels like he is falling up into space. these are the only times he feels peaceful. 
  • murdoc loses a lot of weight. he’s manic and the only thing really going into his body is hard alcohol. there are times when his hands shake so much that he has to call off practice because he can’t play his bass anymore. he downs something straight from a tin can, unknown, gelatinous and tasting vaguely of rubber. he drinks some more to get rid of the taste. 
  • the evangelist shows up in 2d’s room sometimes with armfuls of vhs tapes of commercials from the 80s. they warp and hiss static between jingles when he plays them on an old tv that he found washed up onshore and repaired. the two of them sit on 2d’s bed and watch them silently for hours. there’s not much else to do. when the last tape runs out the evangelist waits until 2d is finished rewinding them, gathers them up and leaves through the door that 2d thought was locked. the bed is damp where it was sitting. once 2d fell asleep before the evangelist left and woke up alone, hot tears in his eyes from a dream he couldn’t remember.
  • 2d referred to the boogieman as “sun moon stars” once in an offhand remark. “how did you know that’s his name,” murdoc demanded. 2d looked up, confused and a little startled. “i dunno,” he said. “i just do. how do you know that’s his name?” murdoc couldn’t answer. 
  • featured artists on the album seem to exist on a separate plane of reality. they came with murdoc and 2d there. they both have clear memories of an exodus of submarines following behind them as they made their way to the beach. their voices are on the tracks and they’ll run into them in the den or the kitchen, crack a beer and have a conversation. the guest artists mention each other and at times you can hear them laughing down the hall. 2d played a game of pool with them once and won 5 pounds and a worn-out sock. but neither murdoc nor 2d can explain how there are 20+ collaborators but the halls are empty more often than they are not and the only things on the beach seem to belong to the two of them. there is strange flat silence between the lapping of the waves and they can’t find anyone when they want to, only when they stumble across them, and then everything continues as normal. they turn around when a track is finished to congratulate everyone and there is nobody there except for the other. suddenly they are emptied and filled with an aching loneliness. 
  • murdoc does not cry. if he did, he does not remember it. 
  • there is something about on melancholy hill. for a few seconds after the final bell tolls, nobody can breathe. the air stagnates in the lungs. it is uncomfortable and jarring the first few times, but ultimately harmless. 2d never mentions it. it makes murdoc terrified.
  • plastic beach is a no man’s land. it is an ungoverned place but there are many rules, most of which are unspoken. do not try to leave. do not eat the jellyfish. do not look in the mirror or think about what you have become. you may engage with the boogieman but do not let him get too close. do not look directly at the sun and do not look directly at him and do not listen to the crying. do not try to remember what it is like to not be lonely. do not think about what might have happened or what could have been. do not let him know. the most important rule is do not say her name. this is for his sake and for your sanity, or his sanity and your sake. now that you think about it, there’s not much of a difference.
Set Up- Jughead Imagine (Riverdale)

A/N: This is my first Riverdale imagine!! I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback or a request of your own!

Requested by anoymous:  I wanted to request a riverdale imagine. Could it be something like your Betty’s sibling and jughead has liked you for a while so Betty and Archie set you two up?

Word count:1013

Warnings: N/A

Sat in a booth at Pop’s you sighed in frustration as the chemistry stared back at you, unanswered. Looking up to the ceiling for inspiration, you failed to notice the raven haired boy sliding into the booth opposite you.

“I’m not sure if praying for the answers is really your best bet” Jughead said with a small smirk

“Its chemistry” You told him rolling your eyes at the thought of the work in front of you

“Well in that case praying probably is your best bet” He replied his smirk growing even bigger as you smiled

“So” You began “Is there a particular reason that the Jughead Jones has decided to grace me with his presence?” You asked whilst taking a sip from your milkshake

“Oh I dunno I just thought maybe you could use some distraction from your chemistry” He mused whilst opening his laptop

“Trying to make me fail I see” You smirked with a raised eyebrow

“Wouldn’t dream of it” He smirked back

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Valentine’s Special - Stiles Stilinski

Second Grade

You eagerly sat down at your table in Ms DeCann’s classroom, your bag of valentines in front of you.

“Scotty Scotty look!” You said to your best friend, wanting him to watch as you spilled your goodies over the tabletop.  Scott stared in awe at how much more candy you got this year.


“I know right!” You giggled, and handed over the candies you knew he liked best.

“You got a lot!” Stiles said from across from you.  You eagerly nodded, clapping your hands and began to give him his favorite chocolates.  “But wait, you love KitKats” Stiles said, pushing the pile back to your side of the table.

“That’s okay, you like them more than me” You said sweetly.

“Wow! y/n got a big pretty one!” You turned, seeing Lydia Martin pointing at the big red construction paper card.  A pink heart was cut out, and neatly pasted to the front.  Your name written in the neatest cursive you’ve ever seen for an eight year old.  Your eyes were wide, a small smile of affection on your face as you opened it up.  Inside one half was covered in hearts drawn in pink and red crayon, and on the other half, was written: 

I have a really big crush on you and i think you’re really pretty.

You checked all over the card, in search of a name, a signature, but there was none.  

“Well? Who’s it from?” Lydia asked, her small hands on her hips.  Your face fell, a slight frown tugging on your lips, as you whispered.

“I dunno”

10 years later

You were at your locker, putting books back in your shelves with a slight yawn.  Sometimes you wondered why school had to start so early in the day.  You were grabbing onto your Economics textbook when hands came over and blocked your view.

“Guess who?” You heard Stiles say, and you rolled your hidden eyes.

“Hmm… Kira?” You asked, feeling your fingers over where his hands eres.

“Nope, try again and you could still get the prize”

“Ooh what’s the prize?” You asked.

“Ah ah, gotta guess correctly” He scolded.  You giggled.

“Alright Stiles, I know it’s you” You said, turning around and pulling his hand from your face.

“Hey Scotty” You said, seeing your other best friend was there as well.

You and your boys had only grown closer since elementary school.  Through the death of Mrs Stilinski, the first school dances, Stiles falling in love with Lydia, difficult tests, Mr Harris, and not to mention, Scott becoming a werewolf.  The list went on.  But loosing Stiles to the Ghost Riders was probably the worst thing you’d gone through by far.

Without going on about the many threats of Beacon Hills, you’d still managed to stick together.  Which to this day surprised you, but you were happy nonetheless.

“So… what’s the surprise?” You asked, eagerly rocking onto the tips of your toes and smiling a big sweet smile.  Something you’d been capable of doing since you were six.

“I actually have it” Scott said, holding his hands out.  You hadn’t even noticed that he was hiding them behind his back, but your eyes were staring at the arranged pink and white flowers.

“Awe! Scotty!” You jumped and wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

“Um, actually they aren’t from me” You pulled away and looked at Stiles.  “I actually didn’t get you anything” Scott added.  You smiled at Stiles.

“You got me flowers?”

“I didn’t get anything actually” 

“Yeah I did” Stiles said sheepishly.  Your brows scrunched up together and you gave him a cute smile.

“IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY!” Scott yelled, hands on his head.  He quickly shoved the bouquet of flowers towards you.  “I DIDN’T GET ANYTHING FOR KIRA!” He yelled, running off down the hallway.  You giggled, and inspected the bouquet in your hands.

“Well, they’re beautiful” You told him honestly, and Stiles smiled like he’d just won an award.

“Yeah well happy Valentine’s Day y/n” He said, and you hugged him as soon as his arms opened up.

“Awe happy Valentine’s Day Stiles” You said back, squeezing him before letting go.  “I’ll put these in a vase and water as soon as I get home” You told him, setting the flowers safely and delicately into your locker before closing the door.  “Wanna hang out later? Kira and Scott are going out and I’m all alone and… yeah?”

“Yeah sure” Stiles smiled again.  “See you in lunch” You hugged him quickly and thanked him again before heading on your way.

“Hey Theo” You greeted your lab partner with a kind smile as you sat next to him.  Sure, a few months ago he nearly killed you.  But since saving Stiles from the Ghost Riders, he’d really rebuilt himself and proven to the pack that he was a changed man.

“Hey y/n” He smiled up at you.  “How’s your Valentine’s Day going?”

“Pretty good, and you?” You asked as you took your seat.

“Hopefully about to get better” He told you, and you raised a brow.  

“Plan on asking out a special valentine?” You asked cheekily, a slight laugh in your voice.

“Well that depends” He said, smirking a bit at you.  “Are you going to say yes?”

“STILES!” You yelled ecstatically as you ran to the lunchroom.  You and Stiles always met there a few minutes earlier, before any werewolves were in ear shot of your possible private conversations.

“y-” He didn’t even get to say your full name before you barreled into his arms, and he spun you around on instinct.  Stiles laughed, setting you on your feet and taking in your big smile.  He marveled at it for a moment.  “Alright so what’s got you so bubbly?” He asked, and you squeezed onto his hands.

“I’m going on a date tonight!” You squealed, shaking your hands between the two of you.  “With Theo!” You added, eyes crinkling with excitement.

“Th-Theo?” Stiles repeated weakly, and you nodded.  “Like.. Raeken?”You nodded again, as the rest of the pack started to file into the cafeteria, Scott and Kira taking their seats.  You could hear Scott giving a long winded apology and a promise to get her something.

“…like.. like a HUGE teddy bear..” You shook your head at him, then turned back to see Stiles was walking off.

“Hey, Stiles where are you going?” You called.

“I forgot I have something to- to make up” He lied, not turning back as he left.  

You knew he was lying too.

But you sat down slowly at the lunch table, next to Liam and across from Scott (who was still telling Kira something about rose petals and bathtubs).  But through all his rambling, he seemed to notice your saddened state.  Or maybe he got a whiff of the waves of depression rolling off you.

“y/n what’s wrong?” He asked you, and you huffed before answering.

“I got a date with Theo tonight-”

“NO!” You jumped at the alpha’s outburst, wide eyes staring at him questioningly.  “I-I mean why?”

“Because he asked me and-”

“And you want to?” Scott asked.

“What about Stiles?” Kira added.

“What about him?” You asked miserably, suddenly feeling unhappy with your decision.  All of your friends didn’t seem to care or like the idea of you going out with Theo.

“Well I mean he brought you flowers right?” Kira pondered.

“Yeah but… like it was friendly…” Scott snorted.

“Yeah.  And the card that took him five freaking hours to make you in the second grade was just friendly” He muttered.  Your head shot up, staring at Scott with a slight glare.

“Stiles made that card?” Scott met your gaze, a look of fear on his expression.

“Uh-” You saw bits of sandwich just roll out of his mouth.

“Stiles likes me?”

“Ha, took you long enough to realize it” Lydia said as she sat down at the table.  You licked your lips anxiously.

“You’re uh.. you’re not supposed to know that” Scott said nervously.

But you’d already got your things gathered and was rushing to leave the cafeteria.

“JUST DON’T TELL HIM I TOLD YOU!” Scott called frantically.  You kept running out to the halls.

You were aimlessly jogging, checking every classroom, every staircase, the boys locker room, the counselor’s.. but there was no Stiles.  So you called him.

“Hey! You’ve reached Stiles Stilinski.  I’m probably grounded right now, but leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can” 

You groaned, not bothering to leave a message, so you texted Scott and told him to call his brother.  You got a reply from him a few minutes later.

Scott: he said he went home early
You: did he say anything about me?
Scott: no but he seemed upset
You: mad upset or sad upset?
Scott: sad.

You winced, a pang of guilt and sadness coming over you.  in all honesty, you wished Stiles had told you sooner.  Because you would’ve said yes.  Probably even screamed it.  You’ve loved Stiles for longer than you could remember.  Somewhere between playing hide and seek in the wood and watching Star Wars together, feelings seemed to have developed that was just far more than any friendship.

The rest of your day was torture.  You had no way of getting out of school, no pass or quick lie to skip so you could go see Stiles.  Your foot tapped on the ground, leg bouncing rapidly, and fingers drumming against the desk top.

And when the final bell rang, you ran out to your car in the rain as quickly as you could, not even caring.  You didn’t say goodbye to anybody, you didn’t stop at your locker, you just sprinted.

The drive to Stiles’ house was quick, familiar and easy.  So maybe you were speeding a little.  Sue me.  

When you pulled into the drive, you slammed your door, and angrily stomped through the rain to the front door.  Your knuckles hurt from hitting the door so hard.

But you didn’t really expect Stiles to answer, so carefree, while you were standing in front of him, a little wet and panting heavily as you tried to form a coherent thought.

“y/n?” He gave you a puzzled look.  “I thought you had a date-”

“I do- I-I did” You stumbled, and he just looked at you.


“I’m sorry” You shook your head, backing up into the rainfall that was slowly turning into a downpour.  Normally you loved when it rained in Beacon Hills, but today it just seemed depressing and cliche.  “I’m just gonna go” You spun on your heels, going back to your car.

“Well wait y/n you don’t have to-”

“Don’t have to what Stiles?” You yelled a little over the rain, but it came out in a sigh.  You felt helpless.  “This was pointless” You shook your head again, pushing your wet hair from your face.

“Well then why’d you come!?” Stiles yelled back.  “If it was so pointless to you!?”

“God” You you sighed.  “God damn it Stiles!” You didn’t want to yell at him, but you couldn’t help it.  You were so frustrated.  “Why didn’t you just tell me you made me that valentine?” His features changed from those of annoyance to a soft surprise.  His hair hung over your forehead in soaked locks of brown, and you tried to catch your breath.

“Scott told you” He said quietly, and you were only able to nod.  “He- he told you everything?”

“I’d assume so I don’t know Stiles I didn’t ask for a back story, I didn’t ask for any of it, but here I am! Why do I have to beg you to just open up to me-!”

“Well maybe if you weren’t going on dates with fucking Theo Raeken of all people then I could take the time to tell you I love you!” He shouted, and you grew furious. (although your heart skipped a few beats at his confession)

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” You asked weakly.

“Be-because” Stiles’ voice cracked.  “You think I wanted to ruin risking everything?” He said, hands falling to his sides.  “I loved- love- you so much y/n I couldn’t- I didn’t want to tell you and then never even be friends it’s just not worth it-”

“Kiss me” You said, voice even, and calm.


“Just do it Stilinsk-” You were cut off, as he’d quickly crossed the space between you, cupping your cheeks and crushing his lips against yours.  Though the action was rushed, the kiss itself was soft and gentle and warm.  You pushed yourself against Stiles’ soaked chest, and tangled your hands in his hair.  You kissed feverishly after that, tilting your head to the side for better access.

You didn’t part until you were both panting heavily.

“I- I love you too” You breathed.  Stiles smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Good.. because that was really hot and I’d like to do that again” You giggled and nodded, brushing your lips against his before actually kissing him.

And you did end up spending the night together like you’d originally planned.  Although there were other activities involved.

I’ll leave your sexy time part of the night up to your own imagination

i myself had a lovely valentine’s day and i hope y’all did too 

tagged: @morganschiebel  

kisses ~ jordie

Daughter-Carl Grimes

Requested: Nope

Plot: Y/N is Negan’s daughter who he loves more than he loves Lucille. One day, she finally was able to do a waterfall braid in her hair-and since her mother is already dead-she ran to go tell her father. Negan doesn’t care if he’s sitting in his room having a meeting or about to let Lucille feed, he will stop everything for his baby girl. This particular day was the day Carl Grimes just so happened to be sitting in Negan’s room, staring down the man as he paced and talked about how good it had felt to kill Carl’s friends. 

Warnings: Swearing (duh), death, mentions of death, mentions of cancer

Paring: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader 

Word Count: 6,393

A/N: Hey! Sorry this is super long, but I just kinda kept writing. Let me know if you want more of this. (Also sorry for any inconsistencies, I wrote this over a couple days) Part 2 is up now, right here! <3

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What if Ranunculae actually hates Tuls

Like he’s this creepo that draws her all the time and mumbles her name over and over

They weren’t a couple; his wish for the pact is to find her so he can confess to her. But, I dunno, it seems that when a dude paints you so often and mumbles your name like that, you kinda already know how he feels

And remember, he’s the demon of lust, not love. Seems to me that, when you’re obsessed with someone like that and they don’t acknowledge your feelings enough to where you feel like you gotta confess from beyond the grave, that isn’t love at all.

I think, all these factors combined, if *I* had some orbiter around like Tuls, I’d really be disgusted by him.

There’s No Place Like Home (4)

Avengers x Reader x Bucky


Summary: What happens when a fictional world comes to life? Drama ensues.


Warnings: nada


Word Count: 400+

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by howdoyourespond

All eyes were on her.

As Mr. Hollywood–Bucky, explained her situation, the team would not stop staring at her. She swallows hard, rubbing her sweaty palms against the sides of her jeans. She could feel the sweat lining her forehead and she felt like she was going to puke.

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Part of the Pack - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Requested by Anon: can i request a liam imagine where the reader is sort of like a female theo? she comes to destroy the pack but ends up falling for liam and instead of theo getting dragged to hell it’s her? and liam is devastated because he really loved her and decides to bring her back without scott knowing (like in 6x06) and scott gets pissed but she does something to try and help the pack and nearly dies but scott gives her the bite and she becomes part of the pack? sorry this is so long and specific!

Word Count: 2,587

Warnings: A few curse words, the reader being taken by a Ghost Rider

Author’s Note: Feedback is always welcome and appreciated :) 

After reading your request, I realized technically Theo doesn’t need the bite because he has the ability to heal and can fully shift into a coyote. Since you wanted the reader to be like Theo, I decided to alter your request. I hope you don’t mind as I still gave you the “she becomes part of the pack” storyline you wanted. Happy reading!

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

“What’s wrong, babe?” Liam asked Y/N as he lifted her chin with his fingers. His worried blue eyes scanned hers, searching for answers as her chemosignals radiated with so many different emotions. He cupped her cheek, his thumb gently tracing her cheekbone as he gazed into her eyes.

She sighed as she closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck as he firmly gripped her hips with his hands. “I just don’t know what else to do, Liam,” she sighed, exhaustion evident in her tone. She fiddled with his hair at the nape of his neck. “No matter what I do, or how much you try to convince them, the pack will never accept me-”

Liam sighed and he tightened his arms around her waist as he interrupted, “Babe-" 

Y/N shook her head, silencing Liam. "After everything I’ve done to them, lying to them about working with The Dread Doctors, backstabbing them by trying to tear them apart, and killing Scott to get his Alpha powers, I don’t blame them… but it kind of feels like maybe I shouldn’t be here…” she trailed.

“I don’t care about them and I don’t care that Scott is still upset I brought you back. I’d do it all over again if I had to,” he meant every word he said as he looked deep into her eyes. “I love you… You’re all that matters to me…” he sighed before he kissed her.

“I love you too,” she pulled back. “But I wasn’t talking about you bringing me back.” He raised an eyebrow, questioning what she meant. Her hand slid to his chest above his heart as she drew random shapes with the tip of her fingers. “I meant maybe I shouldn’t be here in Beacon Hills…” she left the sentence hanging, letting Liam process her idea.

He looked at her closely, wondering if it was an impulsive idea and she would take it back instantly, but she didn’t. That’s how he knew how serious she was about leaving a town where no one wanted her except him. He sighed as he rubbed her arms before pulling her to his chest. He held her tight and whispered in her ear, “If you want to leave… I won’t stop you.”

“You won’t?” She whispered back, surprised.

“Only if you don’t stop me from leaving with you,” he ran his fingers through her silky hair.

She pulled back to look at him, completely surprised he was willing to leave his family and his pack for her. She knew he loved her but she didn’t know to this extent. Just when she was about to talk him out of it, his phone rang. Liam pulled out his phone and looked down at a picture of Scott displaying on the screen.

“Hey Scott-”

“Liam! I need you at the school,” Y/N heard the panic and worry in Scott’s voice.

Y/N nodded at Liam, signaling she’d go with him and help Scott. He nodded back at her. “Scott, We’re on our way,” Liam said before he ended the call as they rushed to her car and headed to the school.

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potterpoints  asked:

"In a world where you share the pain of your soulmate, Supergirl's other half has it pretty rough" something along those lines? I dunno I'm a slut for Soulmate AUs

She comes to the conclusion that she doesn’t have a soulmate when she’s eight years old.

The other children at her foster home are so busy rubbing elbows they haven’t knocked, nursing bruises they don’t have on their skin, wincing at toothaches that aren’t their own, that they don’t notice Lena’s inability to relate to them—don’t notice as she draws herself further and further away from discussions about ‘how do you think my soulmate broke their arm?’ They don’t notice and Lena doesn’t care because this is good, this is better. If having a soulmate meant tolerating their pain as your own…well, she doesn’t think she deserves more pain in her life, she’s quite good as is.

(She’s never felt her soulmate’s pain—she’s never experienced a phantom stubbed toe, a ghostly pain in her head, the whip-like crack of a broken bone and the flare of pain that immediately follows. She’s never had to feel her soulmate’s skinned knees or bumped heads or even silly paper cuts and she knows it’s not because her soulmate is unnaturally careful—she knows because pain is a normal part of life—but because her soulmate doesn’t exist at all.)

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Creepypasta #1076: My Friend Is Sending Me These Weird Texts

Length: Medium

I threw a Halloween party last night, and lots of people came that weren’t, strictly speaking, invited. I wasn’t going to be a hard-ass about it, and there were enough of my friends that showed up that I was able to enlist them to help keep an eye on my place and make sure people didn’t wander places they weren’t welcome. 

Before long, everyone was mingling and having a good time. I saw my buddy Dave chatting up this really attractive girl that I didn’t know, and I remember thinking “good luck, she’s out of your league”, and I think she even asked him out to dinner, but then I promptly forgot about it since I was busy with hosting duties. The only reason I remember it now is because I got a series of increasingly odd texts from Dave after the party. Here’s how it started: 

12:15 am/ Dave: Dood, where am I?

12:16 am/ Me: Dunno. Home, maybe?

12:18 am/ Dave: No. I was at ur party. Now I’m somewhere else.

12:19 am/ Me: Yes, that happens when you leave a party.

12:20 am/ Dave: No, man. I didn’t leave ur party. I was there talking 2 this girl, now I’m here in this room.

12:20 am/ Me: What room?

12:23 am/ Dave: It’s got wood paneled walls, old looking green couch, a blue upholstered wing back chair, an ugly oil painting, some sort of metal disk on the floor, and an old wooden TV.

12:24 am/ Me: A wooden TV?

12:25 am/ Dave: U know- an old tube TV inside a wood cabinet- looks 60s-ish. WTF? Just turned it on. It’s black n white.

12:25 am/ Me: Ok.

12:26 am/ Dave: There’s no door. Or Windows. What is this place? Did you do this?

12:27 am/ Me: Do what? Roofie you and stick you in a room made of the 60s with no way out? No. No, I didn’t.

I’m cutting in here because we spent the next several texts going back and forth - him accusing me of drugging him because I wanted to meet this girl he had been talking to and me denying it; then him telling me what he could pick up on the TV. It sounded like some sort of closed circuit showing him other rooms similar to his, some with a person, and some empty; and finally him giving me a running commentary on his attempts to find a way out of the room. I was ready to tell him I had to go to bed when this happened:

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Hanahaki Disease - An illness born from one-sided love. Where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.

You should know better than to fall for a Demon.

Happy Drunk - Leto!Joker x Reader

Hello! Here’s something I wrote up real quick about an idea I had last night about what it would be like if the Joker got drunk, but he was a happy drunk. And this is what happened! Hope you all like it. Enjoy! -J.xx

“J? J, where are you?” Y/N called as she wandered the halls of their current hideout. He hadn’t come up to bed yet, and it was already getting to be almost one in the morning.

Then she heard it. Just as she was passing the door to J’s office, the giggling reached her. What the hell…? What could he be going on about?

Stepping up to the door, she pressed her ear against the wood. She could hear the sound of his melodious giggling coming from inside. What was going on?

Y/N knocked on the door, and the giggling abruptly stopped. Taking this as an invitation to come inside - maybe a bad idea, but she was tired - and slowly pushed the door open and peeked in. She found her boyfriend sitting on the top of his desk with one of his many Batman cowls on, holding miniature version of himself and the Bat.

“The fuck…” she muttered before noticing that he had the liquor cart pulled next to the desk.

Oh God, he’s drunk.

Finally seeming to have noticed her presence in the room, J looked up from his… playing, and smiled brightly at her. “BABY!”

“Hey, J,” she said, walking over to the desk where he promptly grabbed her hair and pulled her into a kiss.

“What was that for?” she asked when he finally let go of her.

Shrugging, he turned back to his toys and said, “I dunno, felt like it. Can’t I kiss you just for the hell of it?”

“Oh, I’m not complaining, J. No, not at all,” Y/N smiled, making him giggle again.

Suddenly, the Joker jumped up and stood on his desk, screaming, “I AM THE NIGHT!”

Stifling a giggle, she grabbed onto his hand and tried pulling him back down, “It’s time to go to bed, sweetie.”

“BUT I’M NOT TIRED!” he whined, pulling his hand away from her and jumping off the desk, “GOTTA CATCH ME!”

Shaking her head and letting out a sigh, Y/N mumbled to herself, “If he’s going to be like that, I’m just going to go straight to bed.”

Y/N could hear his cries of joy as she walked back to their bedroom, the sound of things crashing and breaking her reaching her a few times. Sighing again, she heard footsteps running up behind her and watched as her boyfriend ran - more like stumbled - down to their room.

“FIND ME BABY!” he cried as he slammed the door shut behind him.

Y/N opened the door and immediately saw the totally unsuspicious lump on their bed. Giggling again, she paced around their room for a few moments before approaching the bed.

“I wonder where J could possibly be! The Great Joker is too good for me to find!” she laughed, hearing him giggle from underneath the covers.

Pulling the covers back, Y/N cried, “Found ya!”

Looking up at her with a completely innocent look on his face, he shook his head, “I’m not the Joker.”

“Well, then who are you?” she asked, raising a brow and setting a hand on her hip.

“I’m the… Not Joker.”

Oh yeah, so convincing, babe,” she said, smiling down at him, “But I’m sure the real Joker will be pretty mad to find that I’m about to get into bed with someone who wasn’t him.”

“But but.. I AM the real Joker!”

“You just said you were the Not Joker, sweetie.”


Well, it wouldn’t be the first time…

Reaching up for her, the Joker grabbed Y/N around her waist and pulled her down to him, snuggling into her chest and almost immediately falling asleep.

{ he finds out you wear glasses! // hamilsquad x reader }

a/n: i like added a little drabble for each one. might do this with all of these in the future. not sure yet, but enjoy!


He noticed them when you slip them on while you’re working. He does a bit of a double take and when you look up from your work, you see him staring at you. His eyes are all big and wide and he’s so excited because he’s never seen you with them on before.

“What?” You ask him of course, a little nervous. You play it off like it’s not a big deal but it is to you. You were always kind of insecure about your appearance. You never really felt like your glasses suited you.

 It isn’t long until he points up to his own eyes, silently referring to your glasses. 

“Oh, these?” You laughed a little nervous. “Y-Yeah.”

“I like them!” He says happily.

He coos over you and insists that now you’re glasses buddies. He likes you either way of course, but to him, you look cuter with your glasses*. 

*You best believe he’s your biggest fan. 

“I hate these glasses. Ugh, I’m so blind.”

“Well, thank goodness I’m not because daaaaang, you look so good with them on.”


He’s the first to know! He noticed you’d have to ask him to read stuff to you whenever you two went out. It might be a faraway menu on a screen or small print on a paper that you couldn’t quite make out, but he’d always read to you. He loved helped you with whatever, especially if you asked him. But soon the tugs on his sleeve and whispers to read things grew more frequent. 

He nudged you to get glasses and you asked him to go with you since you were a little nervous. You went through all the weird tests and then they let you go pick out a set of frames you liked. You tried on several pairs with him and he told you honestly what he thought of each one. Some made you look more studious, others made you look much older, but you’d settled on a nice pair in a shape that framed your eyes perfectly and fit your face shape. 

 "John, what do you think?“ You asked, a little shy, but he had the biggest smile on his face as he took in your new look. He thought you looked even cuter with them on and was so supportive when it came to them. You didn’t really like having to slip them on, but he always told you how beautiful you looked to him when you did. 

“Hey, now, I can really see all your freckles.” You might say, poking at them as you laid on top of his chest. You could see them before. You weren’t that blind, but these glasses made everything look sharper. 

John was just smiling up at you. 

“W-What?” You said, biting back a smile.

“I wish you knew what these glasses do to me. You’re so cute. Please, wear them all the time.” 

“Johnnn -”

“You were like cute and so perfect before, like wow. But now I’m like ‘whoa, that cutie with the glasses is mine’ … Does that make sense? I don’t know. I just love you so much.”


He was actually the last person who found out. You’d forgotten to refill your prescription for your contacts and were forced to put on your older set of frames until your contacts came in. It was Peggy who actually blurted to him how nice your glasses were and he asked if he knew where you’d bought them. He hadn’t seen you in them. He didn’t even know you wore glasses. Not wanting to sound like a bad boyfriend, he just said he’d ask you for her. 

When you got home, he insisted that you put them on. You were hesitant to put them on, but with the smile that crept on Laf’s face and the sweet little sigh that passed his lips told you how much he loved you with them on. 

“Did my contacts come in, Laf?” You asked, coming into the living room. “My phone says they were delivered.“

“Yeah,” He said, looking at his phone. “They came.” He sounded bored.

“Okay, well … where are they?” 

“Dunno.” He shrugged and you glared at him. 

“I need my contacts. I look bad in my glasses so -”

He cut you off right there, practically tackled you, and told you how beautiful you were when you had your glasses on. He hugged you, making you blush scarlet as he started to kiss you all over your face.


You don’t try to hide it from him actually. He knew early on in your relationship that you wore glasses since you wore them one day to class when you were back in college. You guys took a art class together since Herc wanted to get better at sketching and you had just needed an elective.

You were very tired that morning and didn’t have time to put in your contacts so you slipped your glasses on, put your hair in a bun, and rushed off to get to class.

You sat next to each other like always, and he had to do a double take when he saw you. 

“A-Are they that bad?” You managed a little laugh, biting your lip slightly as you looked down a little. 

“No, no, no!” He said quickly. “Y-You look beautiful. I really like them. They suit you.” 

Which caused you to blush profusely of course, because you never really liked the frames you had worn throughout high school, but then Hercules Mulligan came along and made you feel all warm inside. You wore them more around him and seeing him smile a little wider at you made you feel good.

You often joked that these glasses were what got Herc to finally ask you out. 

For your final art project, you had to make a portfolio. One of the drawings you included had to be a portrait of a person. You decided to draw each other, so when you came over to his dorm and sat in a chair he had for you, you immediately went to take off your glasses.

He stopped you. “No. Keep them on, love.” 

You smiled and slipped the frames back on.

anonymous asked:

wHere does this discreditation for keith as leader come from anyway ? tbh space dad fanon is so gross .

I dunno, if some people out there are able to see Shiro as a fatherly figure or even a “daddy”, then that’s cool, everyone has their own interpretation. (I might be even a bit jealous haha) 

I personally see too much of Shiro’s vulnerabilities so its very hard for me to see him as any kind of parental figure when my reaction to his character is mostly “omg what the hell is he doing?? is he ok? is he eating right? is he sleeping enough? does he need a hug? a good back rub?” most of the time I just wanna wrap him in a blanket and kiss his forehead and tell him he dun have to go lead voltron if he dun wanna, and I like get super proud of him whenever he makes any kind of progress. Shiro is totally my space bby.

And even though I agree that Shiro has these strong parental feelings towards the paladins, he’s definitely more like the older brother that has to take care of his younger siblings after their parents die and has to sacrifice his youth for that… not that I think he actually has too, but more like he feels like he does. And hopefully one day he will get over it and will allow himself to be a little more carefree. (Cuz I think you can see Shiro wants to have fun and be young and also be more who he really is, but doesn’t really allows himself to (with a few exceptions ofcourse), because he can’t, cause you kno, he lived through shit, he’s not as innocent and clueless as the rest of them, he knows what they’re facing.

Tho I have to admit sometimes it’s a bit funny to me, because I watch the show with kids sometimes (I love introducing kids to voltron) and you got all these kids who are like 5-10 year old and they mostly just kinda see Shiro as one of the guys. Atleast from my experience they don’t really perceive him as a father figure or even see any kind of age gap between him and the rest of the paladins. He’s just “the leader guy” and he looks all muscular and serious cuz he’s “the leader guy” and therefore obviously has to be the strongest or something (and some of them are young enough to probably see a 20+ guy as a dad) And then I go on tumblr and there’s all these teens and twenty year olds who call Shiro dad and are convinced Shiro is like an actual father to the paladins and has like 10 year old age gap with them. But again every interpretation is valid as long as you remember not to force your own on someone elses and insist that it’s the only way to see things. Not all interpretations make sense.. but they’re all valid.

And I kinda blame the mullet for Keith’s discrediation haha, cause like he definitely acts like a leader (not a very nice one, but still a leader), but he just dun look the leader part. Like ofcourse the square jawed, hero looking, dorito build Garrison golden boy with the marines haircut is a good leader! But that guy with the dirty mullet who wears his collar up, lives in a murder shack in the dessert and sleeps with a knife under his pillow, he’s trouble! 

People are just being mullet prejudice

And Keith and Shiro always seemed kinda like a duo of leaders anyway. Like Keith is basically Shiro’s second in command. I dunno, to me atleast it always seemed that Keith is not at the same place Hunk, Lance and Pidge are. He’s a bit more where Shiro is.  even if it’s just him trying to be more where Shiro is. (they kinda have this thing of you know how like the sargent will always be a dick and his role will be discipline and the officer would be this very calm friendly angel.) Like if Lance didn’t say he and Keith were in the same class, id think Keith was closer in age to Shiro than to the other paladins just from the way he acts. I think I had this discussion before how LHK have a very highschool mentality, while Keith and Shiro have a military one. (He does get super childish and immature with Lance tho, Lance is like his weakness haha, thats like the only thing that gives him away)

So I think Keith being leader is like the natural choice, i’m not sure why it even had to be mentioned by Shiro. or why Keith is surprised by that… ofcourse the person that’s been basically acting like second in command all this time gonna take over. Who else?

Keith’s so funny with his “but why would you make me leader, Shiro?” as if he didn’t probably freaking put his everything into getting where Shiro is until now…

Like you can see him being all “good job, Lance! good to have you back on the team, Pidge!” and just giving orders and encouragements and taking control of situations left and right, and then he has the nerve to pretend he didn’t TRY and doesn’t actually aspire to be a leader. I dunno if it’s all just natural talent he never noticed he had and only Shiro can see… Or if Keith just really thinks that even tho he tries really hard he still sucks…  Probably the last one.

And I think that maybe “Keith, I want you to lead Voltron” is something he wanted to hear Shiro say someday and was working hard for it, but definitely not under these particular circumstances. Not because Shiro is dying or might die in the future, but because Shiro will see him as a capable leader and as an equal, because I think that’s where Keith has been trying to get. (although to me he’s still clearly the better choice for voltron leader) So I dunno, I think that Shiro’s request might have been a little bittersweet to him. Shiro should have left the “death” part out haha. (it should have been “Keith, im getting tired of this bullshit and occasionally need a break, and you’re an amazing leader so how about you take over for me for awhile sometime” but no he just had to be all morbid and dramatic about it..)

But yeah I blame the Mullet for people missing Leader Keith. The mullet got all of you fooled! 


Hrm. Anyone remember how half a year ago I said I was planning to start up C’est la Mort again? I mean…it…okay. Lots of stuff happened. Health stuff. But now? <_>

Wellllll… For now here’s a doodle pile of past n’ future characters, teasing upcoming story arcs and such. I still don’t know where I want to post it when I finally resurrect this ancient comic. *shrug???*