i forgot to put the bag down


pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader

word count: 7,500+

genre: angst (i said it was fluff. i lied.)

summary: lin is putting so much effort into hamilton and you feel like he’s not putting enough into your relationship.

a/n: hahaha, i’m back bitches. hope you enjoy this fic that i put too much time into and will probably still be crap the ending isn’t quite how i wanted it to be but oh well ill make edits tomorrow if i need to or if i feel like i should. hope all the arguments and feelings make sense. okay love u all. ok bye

Sunday. 10:59 pm.

It all started because Lin was late.

And he was never, ever late.

Well, that wasn’t completely accurate. When streets were crowded, or bars were rowdy, or he was just in one of his writing zones that he couldn’t be pulled out of no matter what, then, and only then, he was late. But tonight was a normal night - well, not normal, but a night when he should’ve showed up to your apartment hours sooner, because he hadn’t seen you since Thursday and you thought he would have missed you. And you were not only surprised, but disappointed. Underneath one of his sweatshirts was a new pair of fancy underwear you had been dying to test the waters with. (Lin was particular about underwear. There were some things he liked, some things he didn’t, and some things that only truly hypnotized him the next morning, when he was sleepy and lazy about the whole ordeal, but still entranced enough to try – and maybe that made it feel a bit more special.) Now they felt like you had struggled to pull them on for nothing.

Not that you were complaining, of course. With a partner as kind and as wonderful, and not mention as brilliant and as gifted, as Lin, of course he was going to have a busy schedule with a lot of different people to meet, greet and charm (which Lin was undeniably good at). You were thankful every day that he had so many things to do and so many ideas to act upon, and that wasn’t just drunkenly sitting in his apartment and twiddling his thumbs all day like your last boyfriend. And, not to mention, you loved to brag about him to your family and your friends back home. (And you weren’t sorry if they felt jealous, because yes, you and Lin had built an amazing life together, and most people should be envious of your undying love and rising success.)

Still, with the few hours you could manage to snag him for per week… you felt like maybe you deserved a little more than three hours less and a cold dinner, untouched and frankly now unappealing on your dining room table.

You saw your phone light up on the coffee table and leaned over to snatch it up in your trembling fingers. (You hadn’t even noticed you were shaking. How long had you been? And was it with anger or fear?) A text from Lin had popped up under the clock, which now read: 11:06 pm.

Four hours late.


On my way.

Ouch. Not even a ‘love you’? Not even any x’s and o’s? Not even an exclamation point?

That was a dead giveaway that something… was wrong.

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Anchor (Liam Dunbar)

Originally posted by michaasiak

this idea was one I’ve had for a while and honestly, I’m proud I’m posting two days in a row lol.  with all the love you’ve shown The One Where You Find a New Home, I decided to write something new for you guys!! hope you enjoy xx

warnings: none

Brett Talbot.

That boy sure is attractive, but he makes any girl run the opposite direction when he opens him mouth.  And I have the huge misfortune of seeing him today after school.  Devenford Prep is playing Beacon Hills and I can’t wait to watch my friends kick their asses.  There must be something in the water over at Devenford that has made them believe going to a private school somehow makes them superior.  They act all cocky, like nothing and nobody can touch them.

Snapped out of my angry inner monologue, I see Liam opening him locker and walk over.

“So, Nine, you ready for the game today?” I say, with a wiggle of my eyebrows.  But instead of the grin I had expected back, all I get is a half-hearted shrug.  “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I forgot my science project at home, my water spilled in my bag and soaked my notebook, and I don’t want to see Brett’s stupid face today,” he finishes with a frustrated huff.

I put my hands up in surrender.  “Woah, slow down.  It’s going to be okay and I know you’ll do fine.  You’ve beaten them before and you have some help with… well… you know,” I say, referring to the heightened senses that come with being a werewolf.  “I’ll be in the stands, cheering you on!”  I say, with too much enthusiasm and head to my next class.  I hope my little speech helped.

After what seems like the longest day of my life, it is finally time for the game.  Although I’m just here to watch, I have butterflies in my stomach and can’t sit still, too worked up with anticipation.  I decide to head to the water fountain, just to have something to do to calm down before the game.  Liam seemed nervous enough and with chemo signals, the last thing he needs is my anxiety overwhelming him.  I step down from the top of the bleachers.  Then, humming and slightly distracted, I walk right into a rock-hard chest.

“Hey, beautiful,” and with those words, I immediately roll my eyes.

“Not today, Talbot.”  I try to scoot around him, but he steps to the side, once again blocking my way.

“Come on, babe, just talk to me.”  With this, I notice a player on the field raise his head in our direction and recognize Liam.  Brett continues, “You can even go out with me after the game.  I want you as my prize.”

I scoff.  “No thanks, but maybe after Beacon Hills wins, I’ll consider giving you a pity handshake.”

“Don’t be like that, I’ve seen you looking at me and I want you to know, you can always come to our side of the bleachers and wear my extra jersey.  You’d look great in it,” he says with a wink and I have to use all my strength not to get sick right in front of him.  He makes the mistake of putting his hand on my hip and that’s when I see Stiles and Scott rushing over to huddle around Liam.

“Excuse me, Brett.  This conversation has been tons of fun, but I have to go.”  Running over, I see Liam’s eyes through his helmet.  They aren’t bright blue anymore, but a sickly shade of yellow.  I mutter curses under my breath, looking to Scott for instructions.

With panic in his eyes, he tells me to take Liam inside, away from anyone who could realize what he is.  I nod, grabbing Liam’s arm and taking him where I’ve been with Scott before, in a similar situation to Liam’s: the boy’s locker room.  Arguably the smelliest and dirtiest place in the school, it seems to be the place to go when one needs separation from the world, which describes what Liam needs if he wants to avoid wolfing out.  

“Get out of here,” Liam mutters, eyes shut tight and hands balled into fists.  I see blood dripping to the floor, meaning his claws are out.

Cautiously, I respond, “Liam, just-”

“LEAVE!” he interrupts and lets out a terrifying growl.  He rams against a set of lockers, leaving them dented.  “Please, go right now before I hurt you.”

To this, I shake my head.  “You won’t hurt me, Liam.  Just listen to my heartbeat.  You can control this.  You need to control this.”  I take a few steps towards him, resting a hand on his shoulders heaving with heavy breaths.  He whips his head up towards me, eyes still yellow.  I take his hand and put it on my chest, right above my heart.  “You’re okay, just focus on the steady rhythm of my heart and breath.  You are safe and everything is okay.  There is nothing to worry about, nothing to be angry about, and nothing to fear.”  With this, he closes his eyes and sighs.  He opens them after a few minutes of silence and I am relieved to see they are back to being beautifully blue.

“Thank you.  I think you’re my anchor.  You brought me back when I thought I’d turn,” he sheepishly says.  “It’s just… I mean… When I saw you talking to Brett, hearing the things he was saying, I got so angry an-and jealous.”

I put a hand on his face and run my thumb across his cheekbone.  “Don’t worry about it.  I love you, idiot and I will happily take on anything that comes with being an anchor.  We should probably let Scott and Stiles know you’re alright, though.”  I take his hand that has since healed from being punctured with his claws and we walk back to the field together.

“Where THE HELL is Dunbar?!” we hear Coach say, obviously angered he’s missing one of his best players.

“I’m here!”

“Well, what are you waiting for?  Get on the field and score us some goals!”  Jeez, I don’t know how these players deal with such a loud coach.

Before the whistle blows, Liam looks over at me.  I wink and whisper, “Kick Talbot’s ass,” to which I get a thumbs up.  This game sure is going to be interesting.  I giggle, shaking my head, and crossing my fingers and shout, “Let’s go Beacon Hills!”

Crazy In Love

Originally posted by jeonbase

This is the full version of my mini fic, lil favor!

5.2k words. College!au. Min Yoongi. ft Park Jimin. Fluff.

Maybe making a deal with Yoongi to fake date for a month and do whatever he tells you to in exchange─ isn’t your brightest idea.

“Just so you know, I don’t like you.” You defiantly state.

The corner of Yoongi’s lips lifts up into a half smirk, gaze slanting your way, teasingly questioning your declaration. He tugs your intertwined hands to his side, yanking you closer to him as well until there’s hardly any space between the two of you.

“Likewise.” He says ever so calmly, it pisses you off.

You’re about to open your mouth to let a snarky remark put his smug ass in place but he beats you to it.

“You ready?”

The question brings you back to the situation at hand. Let’s see, you’ve made a deal with the devil, namely Min Yoongi who’s always been a tough competition in everything, you get the highest score in a test and he gets the highest score in your best class. Technically, asking your long term rival to pretend to be your fake boyfriend to ─how do you put it─ one up your ex, Jimin, whose presence is always graced by a group of female students after the rumor of the breakup made its way through campus, isn’t the best idea. But if it’s anyone that won’t judge you for your insecurities when you see those gorgeous girls Jimin is always seen talking to, or rather flirting with, then it would be Yoongi.

“Absolutely not.” You breathe out, eyes widening as if everything’s finally crashing down on you and hitting your square in the face with a stone brick.

“Good.” He smiles playfully, almost making you forget your purpose.

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An Ocean Away - Part One

Lin x Reader

Word Count- 2,007

Warnings- Maybe a couple of swear words, but nothing apart from that.

A/N- This is my first fanfic and I hope you like it. The Hamilton Broadway/Hamilton London/Moana timelines don’t match up but put it down to creative license! All feedback is massively appreciated!

Part One/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven

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Lab Partner

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Pairing: Reader x Mark Lee
Genre: Fluff
Request: “could you do some mark lee fluff where they get paired for a lab assignment or something and its just really adorable and awkward in the way that first kisses and relationships are? 😊 any high school au is cool though!! i love your writinggggg

“Donghyuck and Jeno,” your teacher called off his sheet of paper.

Your heart was pounding nervously, it was your first day at a new school and the beginning of a new semester. From what you noticed, everyone knew each other, except you, which was why you were slightly glad your teacher decided to have himself pick our partners instead of ourselves.

“Minhyung and Y/N.”

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I Know Him

A late @mlsecretsanta gift for @marichengs​! I hope you enjoy this fic! It was a lot of fun to write. :) Sorry for the delay in getting this to you!

Thank you @ladyserendipitous for idea bouncing this with me and for the title!

“I’m sorry, Chat Noir, but I like someone else.” Ladybug looked down. “I’m really flattered, but-”

“You don’t have to apologize.” It hurt to hear. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t. It almost killed him to face the reality that he and Ladybug might not end up married someday. Still, he’d deal with those emotions later, because it wasn’t her fault he’d fallen for her, and he refused to take it out on her now. “I just really hope the other person is amazing.”

She brightened. “Oh, he is. I-I mean,” she sighed. “Not that you aren’t. You are, kitty. You’re wonderful and brave and the best partner I could have asked for.”

The flattery helped a little, but it didn’t erase the fact that he wasn’t quite good enough to be the person she fell for. The truth was hard, particularly because some small part of him had always expected to be disappointed, expected to be turned down… “Thanks, m- Ladybug.” He had to stop calling her milady. It wasn’t fair. She wasn’t his at all.

She smiled and gently hugged him. “Listen. I know that you have a wonderful person out there for you, and I hope they make you happier than I ever could.”

He relaxed and returned the embrace with a sigh. “Thank you. I hope he makes you happy, too.” Despite the dull ache in his chest, he truly meant it. He loved her and wanted her to be happy even if it wasn’t with him.

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Are you not going to bag this for me?

I work at Dinn Wixie as of Monday and a woman came to my register with 300 something dollars worth of groceries. So while scanning I accidentally slid her birthday card too far down and didn’t notice I hadn’t bagged it. This woman, who refused to bag any of her own groceries, goes to the bagging area, puts her hand on her hip and says “Are you not going to bag this for me!?” I swear I thought this bitch was joking but she actually made me bag it for her.
TLDR: A woman made me bag a large amount of groceries, stood right in front of the bags and got bitchy because I forgot to bag a birthday card

Until Next Time

by: mldrgrl
rated: PG
summary: just a bit of MSR nonsense fluff

There were times that Mulder could be as dense as a London fog.  Like the time he called her at four in the morning on a Saturday to ask if she’d like to drive to Scotland, Maryland to check out a haunted lighthouse and couldn’t understand why the answer was no.  Or when he left her at a crime scene in the pouring rain to run off and chase a lead and she’d had to ask a state trooper for a ride to their motel.  

Like today, for example, they’d started the day on a six a.m. flight to Phoenix and then drove two and a half hours through the desert in a rental car with unreliable air conditioning so that they could investigate a missing person in Flagstaff.  It was now approaching midnight, she’d been having cramps that had progressively gotten worse throughout the day despite all the Midol she’d been washing down with lukewarm water, her head hurt, the dry air stung her eyes, and she hadn’t eaten since  the weak excuse for a breakfast the airline served.

Finally, finally, Mulder agreed that staking out the bar where their missing person had worked was not going to bring them any leads and they could finally check into their motel.  What Scully wanted more than anything once she’d dragged her rolling bag through the door of her stuffy room was a bath.  A bath and food.  A bath, a burger, a milkshake, a large order of fries, and sleep.  If she could find a way to have all three at once, she would.  Her lower back was killing her.  Her stomach was killing her.  Her head was killing her.  Even her hair seemed to hurt.

But, there was to be no bath.  Not only did her bathroom not have a bathtub, when she turned the shower on, the spray trickled out so pathetically, she wasn’t of the current temperament to tolerate it.  Frustrated, she pulled her Agent Scully blouse and slacks off and shoved them into her suitcase.  She put on a pair of shorts and a tank top and, out of Midol, she laid down on the surprisingly soft bed and rubbed her temples.

Being still and quiet, with her eyes closed, helped a little.  She began to drift into a light doze, letting go of her frustration, trying not to think about her hunger and her pain.  There was a knock on her door and then Mulder called her name.

“God dammit,” Scully murmured, her headache instantly returning.  God damn inconsiderate bastard.  With a sigh, she pushed herself off the bed and went to the door.  She felt a fleeting desire to yank the door open only to slam it back in his face, but that would probably just aggravate her headache even more.

“What do you want?” she grumped, opening the door.

“Dinner,” Mulder said, holding up two white paper bags.  She could smell the grease staining the bottom edges and it made her mouth water.  She stepped aside to let him in.

“Where’d you go?” she asked.

“There’s a strip mall behind us.  Burgers and fries okay?”

She’d had half a mind to slap him before she opened the door, and now she wanted to kiss him.  “Did you…”

“And chocolate shakes,” he added.

She could’ve cried actual tears of gratitude.  He put the bags down on a little round table by the window.  There was another plastic bag over his arm that she initially didn’t see.  He set that down too while she unpacked the food.

“You can leave mine in the bag,” he said.  “I’ll get out of your hair.”

“You’re not…”

“Yeah, I am.”  He placed one of the milkshakes she’d pulled out into the bag with a burger and carton of fries and headed to the door.

“Mulder, you forgot your other-”

“That’s for you.  First interview’s at ten tomorrow.  You can sleep in.  Night, Scully.”

“Night,” she said.

After Mulder closed the door, she took an enormous bite of her burger and moaned in appreciation.  She poked a straw into her shake to wash it down and then pulled the plastic bag closer to look inside.  Inside was a bottle of Midol and heating pad.  The milkshake warmed in her mouth when she forgot to swallow.

Yes, there were times when Mulder could be infuriatingly single-minded and daft.  But, then he would do something so endearing that she would forget she had ever been mad at him.  Until the next time, of course, which knowing Mulder, would probably be tomorrow.

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Co Workers (Part Seventeen)

A/N: Hopefully this part won’t break your heart as badly as the last few parts????

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language, Death (not a main character)

Word Count: 2.1k

Catch up here! Co Workers MASTERLIST

Originally posted by inmysky

“Um, well, he uh- he kissed me earlier.” you said nervously as you rubbed the back of your neck. You trusted Jensen with this information. It’s not like he was going to go off and spread rumors. He gave you a strange look before looking behind you. Someone heard that.

You turned around, Misha was standing right behind you.

“You um- left that out.” Misha said.

“Misha, I-” but you were interrupted by Rich pulling you up on stage. You looked back, but Misha walked away. Jensen flashed you an apologetic look and mouthed sorry, before you were thrown into your panel.

After your panel, you found yourself back in your room, trying to figure out what to do. Misha had seemingly disappeared again, and you’d been calling him non stop. You were relieved when you looked at your schedule to see that he was doing his photo ops; and hoped that he would call you after. Until then, you weren’t going anywhere. You didn’t want to talk to anyone but Misha.

You laid in bed and tried to take your mind off of everything, flipping through tv channels. You stopped on a channel that was playing reruns of Supernatural. They were showing your first episode. It was weird seeing yourself on tv, you never quite knew how to react to it. Your phone finally buzzed and you looked at it, happy to see that it was a text from Misha.

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Never Did

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Someone from your past tries to make their way back into your life but not if Steve has anything to say about it.

Pairing: Steve X Reader
Warning: None

You had been inside your room watching Netflix with Steve. You had been watching some tv series, but you weren’t actually paying attention. You had a mission a day earlier that really took the energy out of you.You had your head resting on Steve’s chest and were listening to his heartbeat. The steady pulse lulled you to sleep. Just before your mind wandered off, you felt a buzz in your pocket. You groaned and took out your phone. You unlocked your phone and went into your messages. Your eyes widened when you realized who had texted you.

Come outside. You’re not going to want to miss this.

You locked your phone and shot up from off the bed. Steve looked at you confused.

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Summer Nights: Spencer x reader

hannahmarie2016: Hello! Could you write an imagine about the reader and Spencer staying in on a rainy day and watching 80’s movies (my guilty pleasure lol). Thank you!😊 Word count: 1054 A/N: I could have some really cool reason why I haven’t written this yet but I have nothing I’m just really lazy I’m so sorry. ——————————————

You always hated them. The bright lights. The booming noise. Thunderstorms. Ever since you were a child you were skittish when a storm would come and you never grew out of it. It was about 9:30 and you expected Spencer to be home any minute now because his flight landed at 8:45, and the the airport was about an hour away from your home in DC. All you wanted to do was cuddle up with him and watch movies to get your mind off things. You managed to calm yourself down when the rain started pouring as the sky lit up with the sudden electrostatic discharge, followed by the rumbling boom that made your hair go on edge.

The storm was getting closer and you felt your anxiety getting worse by the second. You wondered if Spencer was okay or if the storm caused him trouble getting home. Your mind wondered to all the bad things that could have happened to him when you heard the door unlock. On a normal day, you would run up and greet him, embracing him in a hug, but tonight you couldn’t even pry yourself off the couch.

“Hi, kitten! I’m home.” He greeted. But when you couldn’t come around to saying anything, he added, “Y/N? Where are you?”

He began to walk through your shared apartment looking for you when he saw you bundled up in all the blankets you owned laying on the couch. Your face was covered in an attempt to mute out some of the noise from the storm, but you peeked your head out for a moment just to say hello.

“Oh, Y/N I’m sorry. I forgot how much you hate storms” he said while sitting down next to you and placing his hand on your side in a measure to comfort you.

“It’s okay. I know the team needed you more than me. How was the case” you said, glad he was finally here.

“Alright” he began, getting off the couch and walking back to the door to put down his bag and take off his shoes. “I don’t understand how some peopl-” he was saying only before he was cut off by thunder so loud it shook the building. You whimpered in fear, returning to your fluffy means of protection. When that round of rumbling was over, you peaked your head back out to search for Spencer, being that he was no longer sitting next to you. You found him shutting the blinds in his windows and pulling the dark curtains together so you could no longer see the light coming from the thing that scared you most in this moment. Then, he went up to the tv that was currently playing the news that was only feeding your fear saying how dangerous this storm was and put in a movie. You couldn’t tell at first what it was but once it started playing, you discovered it was Grease, him knowing how much of a musical junkie you were. He went to the kitchen as the opening credits started rolling and came back just as the infamous beach scene started. He came back with two bowls of ice cream and turned the movie way up in an attempt to block out the storm. You took one of the bowls and thanked him before diving into it. It was mint chocolate chip, your favorite. After finishing your ice cream, you flipped yourself around and cuddled up onto Spencer’s lap. He took his hand and started playing with your Y/H/C hair. You finally started to relax when the distant rumbling caught you off guard and you started to pull the blanket up. Spencer stopped you.

“Hey, hey it’s alright. This is just what happens on summer nights” he said, making a joke at your favorite number from the movie. You couldn’t help but laugh as you dropped the blankets and continued watching the movie.

Not long after you both finished eating, Spencer laid down with you and threw his arm around your side.

“Ya know Elvis was originally casted to be in Grease. It is believed he would play the Guardian Angel role, but he did not accept. To this day no one knows why he didn’t but it’s probably because he was at the height of his musical career.” Spencer said. You couldn’t help but giggle at his knowledge of literally everything.

“I like it better with Frankie Avalon though. He’s a cutie” you said playfully. “Hey! You’re not allowed to call other guys cute!!” Spencer said defensively and started tickling you. “Stop!!!” You laughed. But the only reason he did stop was because ‘We go together’ started playing.

It wasn’t until after the movie ended that Spencer realized you made it through the rest of the storm completely fine. “Y/N! Look the storm stopped!” He said excitedly. He looked down at you and noticed that you had fallen asleep in his arms somewhere through the movie and he smiled, knowing he can comfort you even when you’re scared.

“Goodnight Y/N” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

Originally posted by renly

Richonne AU (Forbidden Love) Your Love For All Of Time pt 2

Happy Birthday @siancore I did a part 2 as requested for you and all those who asked. I hope everyone enjoys.


Michonne stood and looked around her small quarters one last time. She had tidied it so if looked the same way she found it a year ago.

“So Mr.Blake informed me you were his governess for little Penny.” Mr. Walsh said, as he looked at the young, black woman in front of him. He immediately decided she was a serious little thing. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun of coily, curls. Although a few tiny curls escaped and rested against her forehead. She wore a bright, long-sleeved white blouse that had a collar buttoned all the way up to base of her neck. It was tucked into a long, dark skirt that failed to hide her shapely figure. Her hands clasped in front of her. If not for her youthful features and large sparkling, brown, almond shaped eyes she would be the spitting image of his governess. Do they all dress alike? He wondered.

“Yes sir.” Michonne answered, she swallowed and looked as if she was blinking back tears. “Such a tragedy what happened to his wife and daughter.” Mr. Walsh said. The wife and daughter of her former employer were killed when their horse got spooked and ran their carriage into a lake bringing them back from church. None of the passengers could swim. Mr. Blake wasn’t fond of church service and he was not present. Michonne had saved enough to visit her father on weekends off from teaching, so she wasn’t there with them that tragic day. “Mr.Blake is certain he wants to part with you?” Mr. Walsh asked. When Mr. Blake had asked him to employ Michonne he didn’t look to be in any state to be alone, as most of the staff had left, expect a few and Michonne. Michonne. The only one seemingly able to handle his grief…until now.

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Leatherworking with gremble: the other Anders bag

How2Andersbag, part 2! This is for the square-ish bag he wears on his belt, which I think kinda looks like a granny purse, but it’s a useful size for carrying cellphone+wallet, and a useful technique to know because it’s so ubiquitous. I think everyone in the DA2 crew has at least one bag constructed this way, adjusting the colors/proportions as necessary.

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T.R.O.U.B.L.E. (4/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Language Guys

Summary: You and your twin brother Devin work for the Avengers, he’s an active agent who is far from being Bucky Barnes biggest fan, but you’re a simple assistant whose carrying on the secret affair with Barnes. How bad could this get, as long as no one finds out right?

A/N: Angsty, cute series for Buck, because I know I need more Buck on my blog. If you want to be tagged let me know!!

@chrisevansthedoritobastard   @holahellohialoha  @almightyunnie @imamotherfuckingstar-lord  @iwillbeinmynest  @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked
@goodnightwife @irepeldirt @yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci @buckyb-avengers  @winterboobaer  @mrhowardstark @rileyloves5 @darkchocolaterey  @loveyourselfcreateyourself  @agentsinstorybrooke @mustbenot  @buckyswinterchildren  @seargantbcky  

Originally posted by actuallynormal

“I knew it!” Tony claps his hands together, grinning as you and Buck straighten up.

“You knew?” Steve’s face is pinched together.

“You did?” Buck stares at Tony who is just grinning at the two of you as if he won a prize.

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let me be your coffee pot

“There’s only one plug in this entire coffee shop and you’re sitting right in front of it and you’re not even using it, and my laptop is about to die in the middle of this online exam I’m taking, so whatever I don’t care how intimidatingly attractive you are I’m sitting down at your table to plug my shit in.” AU

Title from ‘I Wanna Be Yours’ by Arctic Monkeys.

ff.net. - ao3.

Day one: AU/AH of KlarolineInfinity Week!

Caroline was beyond frustrated.

Sleep-deprived, coffee did nothing to calm her, full bent on getting a good grade. Apparently, Mr. Salvatore, her annoying and inappropriate Communication teacher, had taken a sudden like to technology —that wasn’t related at all to the fact that he showed up hungover at the last classes of the year, refusing to teach them anything, sending power points of the contents to them instead— and decided to take the exam through an online platform.

A message appeared on her laptop screen when she was reading a question about engaging people in the media, startling her.

You’re now running low on reserve battery power. You need to plug the power adapter into your computer and into a power outlet. If you don’t, your computer will go to sleep in a few minutes to preserve its memory contents.

Groaning, she looked around, noticing not even one plug in sight. It didn’t surprise her, considering the old vibe of the store, it was a miracle that it had wireless connection to begin with. Hell, she had actually contemplated turning around upon first looking inside “Original Coffee”. Ancient shelves containing jar of coffee grains instead of a machine, and a counter guy dressed in a Viking costume? Weird.

The shining screen reminded her that she had fifteen minutes and forty seconds left to finish the exam.

She cursed her bad luck. Had she walked under a ladder that day? She really hoped not.

Although it wasn’t completely her fault, on second thought, it was Katherine’s.

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making of a movie - evak drabble

hi i wrote another drabble, i hope you all like it!! pretty long, longer than normal, but nonetheless i am super proud of it!! enjoy and thank u for reading <33

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Isak wasn’t expecting it. At all. Even never talked about it. But it happened anyway with no warning. Even had bought a video camera. His reason? Isak had no clue. Not one. Sure, Even had told him he was going out for a while, but for this?

He was standing near the kitchen sink in their flat putting away dishes when Even happily (almost) skipped into the room, grinning, holding the camera in front of Isak’s face. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Isak asks as he finishes putting away the dishes.

“Filming my movie, of course,” Even answers, still keeping the camera panned on Isak, the camera recording - but Isak doesn’t know that. Yet.

“And just what movie would that be?” Isak replies, turning to face Even, crossing his arms.

“How do you not know? It’s all about you! ‘The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath Under Water’. It’s going to be award-winning,” says Even as Isak walks away laughing, pushing the camera away from his face.

“And are you filming me right now?”


“You’ve got to be kidding me I look TERRIBLE,” Isak moans, ducking into their bedroom.

“It’s a documentary of your life, Isak, you don’t have to try and look good. That comes natural to you,” Isak blushes, shaking his head, sitting on their bed.

“So you’re just planning of documenting everything I do?”


“Do I need to do anything special?”

“Just be you.”

And thus, it began.

Day 1 – Fredag, 17:24 (Friday, 5:24 PM)

It was quiet, a usual in the Valtersen/Næsheim household on a Friday, with Isak working on Biology homework and Even studying romantic films - the same old routine. But today, Even decided to film his boyfriend working on his homework. So that’s exactly what he did. He picked up his video camera, turned it on, and began filming. He walked into the living room where he saw his love concentrating over a review assignment, his eyebrows furrowing as he chews on the very end of his pen.

“Isak Valtersen, the star of this movie, goes on a quest to complete his biology homework on time,” Even jokes lightly, laughing as Isak gives him a dirty look.

“So you’re going to make a movie, and you want it to be award winning, but you’re going to film me doing homework?”

“Of course! Everything you do you make it interesting because you look so fucking hot doing absolutely everything,” Even states, squatting next to Isak as he rolls his eyes, staring his boyfriend down.

"Is that so?”


“How good to know,” Isak says. “I never knew I could do that.” He laughs, kissing Even lightly on his head before returning back to the worksheet.

“Are you almost done with that?” Even grumbles, sitting across from Isak at the table as he turns off the camera, setting it next to him.

“Almost, I have one more question and then we can do whatever,” Isak answers as he quickly writes down an answer, his leg bouncing up and down from anticipation. He knows that if he doesn’t finish and kisses Even right now, he won’t ever get to finish it.

Even smirks, watching Isak’s face flush with impatience as he quickly stuffs the paper into his folder, throwing it into his school bag and looking straight forward at him. “So,” Isak starts. “What do you want to do?”

“I was thinking coffee? You’re getting antsy because you forgot to get your coffee this morning,” Even notes, raising an eyebrow.

“Coffee sounds really good right now,” Isak considers. “Okay. Lets go.”

Even smiles, secretly putting the video camera in his jacket as Isak puts on his own and they quickly leave the house, heading towards their favorite coffee shop, Kaffebrenneriet.

“Even!” Isak whispers/yells, “I cannot believe you brought the camera I cannot believe you,” he says as they stand, waiting for their drinks to be called out.

“What? I had to keep myself entertained somehow, and it’s good for a documentary to show the person up and out of the house!” Isak grumbles as they get their drinks and pick a table by the window, looking out it the whole time as he sips from his coffee. “Are you mad at me? I know you have a lot more love than hate in that grumpy teenage boy body of yours.”

“Yes, I’m a bit mad! It’s.. embarrassing..” Isak mutters, looking down at the table.

Even chuckles, taking the camera out of his pocket, flipping it on and he starts recording Isak, “Don’t be mad at me, baby. I wanna keep every memory of you forever,” he frowns, giving Isak puppy dog eyes.

Isak smiles, shaking his head, taking another sip of his coffee as he stares into the camera lens, “You’re such a smooth talker, I hope you know that.”

“Yes, I very much know,” Even replies, turning off the camera as they get up to leave the shop.

As they get home, Isak decides that he wants what he wanted earlier, and that was Even’s lips connected with his. As soon as they walk into the apartment, Isak grips to Even and kisses him with passion and anticipation and Even obliges, because he knew it was coming. Somehow, they make their way into the kitchen and Even has Isak on the kitchen counter before he can object, and they just lose each other in their thoughts of one another and Isak gasps between kisses, “Just don’t get this on camera.” Even laughs, reconnecting their lips as a way to say “obviously”.

Day 2 – Lørdag, 12:37 (Saturday, 12:37 PM)

As Isak opens his foggy eyes, he notices somehow he made it to his and Evens room. He smiles to himself, remembering last night, and as he rolls on his side he’s greeted by Even and his video camera. He groans, pulling the duvet over his head as he hears Even chuckle deeply, peeking under the duvet with the camera.

“Well, there he is. Sleepy little boy. I thought you would never wake up, it’s noon. Don’t worry, I made lunch. It’s still warm,” Even says softly, playing with Isak’s messy hair with his free hand. Isak smiles.

“Thank you, you’re the best,” Isak replies, sitting up slowly, bringing up his knees to his chest looking back down at Even as he lies down, the camera focused on Isak. “What time did you wake up?”

“About 9:30. You looked so peaceful so after I made lunch and ate, I came in here and filmed you for a while,” Even tells him, smiling as Isak looks completely baffled and confused.

“You’re joking, right?”


“Jesus Christ,” Isak mumbles, grabbing his pants from the end of the bed and slipping them on, looking back at Even, raising an eyebrow. “Are you getting this on camera? Because if so, I hope you don’t plan on inviting friends and family over to watch it.”

Even laughs as he gets up from their bed, leading Isak into the kitchen and making his plate of cheese toasties (not with the kardamomme) and smiles contently as Isak eats, scrolling through his notifications on his phone. As Isak finishes and cleans his plate and places it in the strainer, he smiles, standing next to Even. “So what are we going to do today?” Even ponders.

“Hm, I was thinking maybe watch some movies?”

“That sounds like a good plan. Romeo and Juliet first and then maybe Dirty Dancing after?”

Isak smiles, nodding, “Whatever you want.”

About half an hour into Dirty Dancing, Isak is out like a light. Even smiles, taking the video camera from the cushion next to him and starts filming Isak. His steady breathing, the way his mouth hangs open slightly showing his beautiful teeth, his heartbeat thrumming in his chest, his eye lids fluttering from time to time. Even captures it all, he captures every beautiful feature of his boyfriend so he can hold it close to him forever. He smiles, the movie droning in the background of the video as he turns off the video camera, setting it back next to him, staying awake to finish the movie.

After another 30 minutes, Isak stirs around a bit and Even doesn’t even notice when Isak says something.

“You filmed me again, didn’t you?” Isak whispers, almost impossible for Even to hear the second time.

“I did,” Even replied softly, kissing his boyfriends cheek.

“Hm,” Isak hums, letting out a small yawn as Even smiles.

“Oh, I slept through most of Dirty Dancing. I’m sorry,” Isak frowns, looking down at his phone noticing the time is almost 5 PM.

“That’s okay, love, we have all day tomorrow,” Even reassures, kissing Isak’s cheek again.

“That’s good,” Isak replies, smiling lightly, getting up from the couch to stretch.

“I didn’t film much of you,” Even says, getting up and folding the duvet at the end of the couch. “Just a few minutes of you sleeping. You’re so perfect when you’re sleeping. That’s why I never get much sleep because you just lie there, looking so fucking hot and gorgeous.”

Isak blushes, turning to hide his face in his boyfriends chest, “You always say that!”

“Because I’m right,” Even notes, chuckling, and Isak can feel it rumble through his whole body.

Day 3 – Søndag, 10:56 (Sunday, 10:56 AM)

“Even!” Isak calls from the bathroom as he’s brushing his teeth, his hair a curly mess. He prays that Even doesn’t bring the camera, but he didn’t pray hard enough.

“Yes?” Even asks, holding up the camera to Isak. Isak quickly covers his mouth, the toothpaste surrounding his lips.

“Can you get me a shirt?” He asks, trying his best to avoid the camera.

“Of course, lovely,” Even obliges, giving Isak a quick peck on his lips for one of his favorite toothpaste kisses. Isak smiles as Even brings in his 'I AM ILLUMINATI’ t-shirt, quickly pulling it over his head, wiping the remaining toothpaste with a towel and kissing Even lightly on the lips.

“Thank you, you’re the best,” Isak praises, running his fingers through his hair to make it look decent.

“I know. I know everything.”

“Clearly,” Isak and Even laugh, making their way into their kitchen where Even has prepared a breakfast of what seems could feed the British and American army. “You made scrambled eggs with sour cream, didn’t you?”

Even nods, gesturing to the huge plate of eggs, “You know me.” He says, shutting of the camera and putting it into his school bag.

“You never cease to amaze me, baby,” Isak says as he takes a big scoop of the eggs, digging into the beautiful feast.

After breakfast, they decide to invite Sana over to talk about what will be going on next week during school, but they know the answer will be nothing. Just homework.

“Halla!” Sana greets as Isak opens the door, inviting Sana in. “Your apartment looks so nice! You did a great job with it!”

“Thank you, Sana,” Isak laughs as Even walks in from the kitchen with his camera, filming already.

“What’s all this about?” Sana questions as she sits on the sofa.

“Even is making a movie,” Isak answers, taking a drink from his energy drink.

“About what?”

“Isak, of course!” Even says before Isak gets to answer, but Isak hides his face as he blushes.

“You guys are too much..” Sana laughs, shaking her head, leaning back on the couch.

Even laughs, focusing the camera on all three of them while they joke around, laughing, watching TV off and on, and eventually Sana gets a text from Mama Bakkoush telling her it’s time for dinner and that she needs to be home.

“I’m sorry, guys, but I have to go now in order to catch the next tram car to my place,” Sana excuses herself, smiling as Isak and Even walk her to the door.

“Thank you for coming,” Even says, shutting off the camera and putting it in his denim jacket pocket.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Sana says as she disappears down the hall.

Isak sighs, shutting the door and glaring at Even, “You know, Sana might not have appreciated that.”

“Yes she did,” Even counters.

“How do you know?!”

“I told her about it,” Even grins.

“What? Then why did she act completely clueless!”

“Because I asked her to do that.”

“You are so… sneaky!” Isak mutters, stomping off into the kitchen. Even follows, pulling the camera out again and starts filming once he gets into the kitchen. “You really think FILMING is a good idea right now?”

“Why not?! You’re cute when you’re mad!”

“I cannot believe this..” Isak exclaims, putting his face in his hands.

“Please don’t be mad with me! You’re going to love the end result, I promise!”

Isak sighs, bringing his hands down and looks at Even, “Promise me that tomorrow that you’re done filming.”

“How about Tuesday?”

“Fine!” Isak agrees, sulking as he walks into their bedroom and flops onto the bed face down. Even turns off the camera and sets it on the kitchen counter and follows, lying down next to him.

“I’m sorry that this is making you upset. I- I just thought that it would be nice for us. I thought it would make you happy. The end result, anyway,” Even confesses.

Isak rolls on his side, “It does make me happy, baby, you just do it out of no where,” Isak whispers, placing his hand on Even’s cheek. “And I promise that I will love the end result, no matter what.”

Even smiles, kissing his boyfriend gently, “Thank you, it means a lot.”

Day 4 – Mandag, 15:47 (Monday, 3:47)

“Even, we just got back from school and you’re already starting to film?” Isak complains as he sprawls out on the loveseat, his school bag thrown askew.

“It wouldn’t be a documentary without some stress in the main character,” Even adds, smiling, as he zooms in on Isak’s face as he smiles.

“I’m excited that tomorrow is the last day and that it’ll be done and I can see the final product!”

“It will be perfect, I promise,” Even says reassuringly.


“Good, indeed.”

“You will adore it.”

“I know.”

Day 5 – Tirsdag, 21:21 (Tuesday, 9:21)

“Isak!” Even calls from the office, grinning.

“What?” Isak answers as he walks into the room.

“It’s done.”

“You’re kidding.”


“Oh, my God move over let me see it!”

Even laughs as he presses play, watching Isaks face the whole time as the whole video plays through - especially his eyes. He frowns as he sees tears forming at the border of his boyfriends eyes, and he waits patiently until the video is over to ask Isak what’s wrong.

“Isak? Are you okay?”

Isak stays quiet for a minute, wiping away the tears and he looks at Even, smiling as Even wipes away a stray tear with a soft look on his face.

“Oh, it’s nothing. That was just.. so beautiful, Even. It was beautiful,” Isak laughs lightly, wiping his eyes again as Even pulls him into a tight hug, kissing his cheek, smiling.

“I’m glad you liked it, baby.”

“Oh, Even, I loved it. So so much. And I love you, too. So much.”

“I love you, too, Isak,” Even says softly, kissing Isak on his damp lips.

“I think this may be award-winning,” Isak says, laughing, sitting on Even’s lap.

“I told you it would be,” Even agrees as Isak lays his head on Even’s shoulder.

“You’re always right.”

“I always am.”

Alpha pt. 4

Originally posted by writer-girl-16

Part One // Part Two // Part Three //

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!”
You jumped out of bed with a hand on your chest.
What was that?
The room was dark, lurking with shadows and still figures.
You got up to get a drink of water and when you got back, something stood in the middle of the room.
Instead of turning away, you stepped inside and walked around it.
The figure disappeared and you just shook your head and crawled back in bed so you can go back to sleep.
A faint alarm stirred you awake.
The sound didn’t come from your clock because you memorized that sound; in fact, it came from a car.
You woke up in a patch of grass, dirt under your fingernails, feet dirty and bare.
You scrambled from the ground and frantically looked around the woods.
“What the he–”
The overpowering smell of your alpha permeated the air around you.
How did I get here?
You took off running and tried to find your way home but you ended up in the same place that he bit you.


Scott watched all the dirt go into the drain as he stood underneath the shower head.
How could Derek do that?
How could he kill Peter?
He knew that he wanted to change back, to get rid of the curse of being a werewolf.

“You were in the woods?”
Scott put on his backpack and stepped out the jeep.
“Yeah, it was kinda like the first time I was bitten. Now that Peter’s out the way and Lydia’s okay, things might go a lot better”
The two best friends walked into school, side by side.
“True, but Derek’s an alpha now. Isn’t that something we should worry about? And why hasn’t Lydia changed?”
Scott walked to his locker to grab some of his course work.
“Maybe, but I don’t want to worry about that right now. Let’s take things slow until we have to take necessary action.”
Jackson slammed his locker and stomped away.
Lydia hurried after him like a little puppy, tears running down her face, her heels clacking as she followed close behind.  
“Jackson! Please, Jackson!”
Stiles shook his head, Scott looked the opposite direction to see a gorgeous girl down the hall.
“Didn’t you take his ex to the dance? How’d that turn out?”
Stiles scratched the back of his head then rested on the locker.
“I don’t know”
“What do you mean?”
“Hmm, well jeez Scott, between the grotesque alpha named Peter sauntering around town hurting the people I care about and being threatened to find you, not to mention Peter killing Allison’s aunt then being murdered by Derek, I didn’t see to it that she’d gotten home or had a great time”
“You just left?”
Stiles rolled his eyes and sighed, “do I have to repeat my speech?”
“Stiles, a pretty girl agreed to go on a date with you without question, to a place where everyone could see you guys and you didn’t make sure if she was okay by shooting her a text message or a one-minute phone call?”
Stiles opened his mouth to protest but widened his eyes once he realized what he did.
“Oh my God, do you think she’ll be upset?”
“Dude, it’s been two weeks. I think at this point you’re pretty non-existant”
“Aw, fuck me”
“No thanks”
Scott clapped Stiles on the shoulder and headed to class.


Derek jumped down the stairs and rose to face Scott.
“I don’t see how my making a pack is any of your concern. In fact, I think you should join me”
“I don’t want to be a part of your stupid pack! You’re taking innocent lives, Derek. They don’t deserve this curse”
Derek chuckled and walked outside.
“You think this is a curse? Scott, you don’t have to rely on an inhaler anymore, you can heal in an instant, run fast, and do things you thought you could never do”
Scott grew angry, “what about the monsters that are constantly gunning for me, the hunters waiting at every corner, and the full moon?”
“A small price to pay for a life much better than before”
“Leave them alone!”
A sly grin crept on Derek’s face as he listened to every word being said.
“Alright, Scott. I won’t hurt your friends”
Scott was skeptical but he took it and left with a confidence that Derek wouldn’t hurt his friends anymore.

Scott went back to school for some extra lacrosse practice since he missed today’s.
As he ran along the field, he tried to funnel all his anger and release them.
Allison not being able to be with Scott.
The Argents hunting werewolves.
Derek and his new pack.
The thing that killed Mr. Lahey.
And Jackson’s constant prodding.  
It’s all building and Scott was trying to bury it inside of him.
When he was done, he cleaned up in the locker room, put his gear away, and headed out.
On his way to the exit, Stiles asked him if he remembered to gather research for chemistry. He groaned as he realized he’d forgotten all about his part of the chemistry test tomorrow.
Scott made his way to the library and heard the sound of music coming from inside.
He walked in to find Jackson’s ex dancing around to something that probably came out of That 70s Show.
He smiled at the way she danced to herself, swaying from side to side.
Her hips jerking in a soft but sharp motion.
He loved the way her pants clung to her body, revealing her nice curves.
Something stirred inside of his chest and he could feel himself becoming aroused.
Before it could progress, Scott cleared his throat to signify his presence.
But she didn’t stop.
Instead, she turned around, smiled, and danced a little silly until the song came to an end.
Scott had a wide smile and waited until she climbed down from the desk.
“Didn’t think anyone else came after hours”
Scott put his bag down and shrugged his shoulders, “forgot I had homework”
“Scott forgetting to do homework?!” She gasped dramatically.
“Someone call the police, we’ve got a rebel on our hands”
“Guilty as charged,” Scott raised his hands in the air making her laugh.
They went their separate ways, studying whatever it was that they were studying and she put down the music, switching over to a much more chill, cafe type.
He was on the verge of passing out while reading chemical bonds when a loud thud alerted him awake.
Scott looked around the library to find the source of the noise when he found her hunched over a pile of fallen books from a high shelf.
“Need some help?”
The books were almost thirty pounds each.
Most of them were history books and some were more on mythic knowledge concerning transformation, lunar science, and of course, wolf species.
“So, what are you researching?”
“That’s an odd question, I bet you don’t even know my name, Scott McCall”
“Yeah I do”
“Oh really? What is it then?”
Scott was stuck.
He did not know this girls name.
Stiles had to have mentioned it at least once.
The kid waved and said hi to her almost every day, prior to the dance.
She smiled and grabbed the last book.
They both stood to look at one another.
“Shows how much I don’t matter. In light of that, I’ll be taking my leave”
With that, she turned to leave but whipped around to stand three feet away from Scott.
For some reason, his heart began to pound against his chest.
“I changed my mind, I decided I’ll give you another chance for a favor in the future, agree or disagree?”
Scott could barely hear his thoughts over the blood rushing in his ears so he just nodded.
What the hell was happening?
“Great! When I tell you this, I want you to remember it for as long as your memory is intact. I want it to melt on your tongue every time you say my name”
By now she had a hand resting on his shoulder, her body slightly pressed against him, and her mouth half a foot away from his lips.
“It’s Y/N”
She kissed his cheek then left with an innocent smile painted on her face.
Scott could feel the absence of her lips as a tingly burn, a sweet hole being drilled into the hollow of his cheek.
He stood in the same spot for five minutes before completely grasping what happened.
He shouldn’t be doing this.
Allison and him were still together, maybe not in the way he wanted to but there were in a relationship.
“What is going on with me?”


“Do I know you?”
Your heels clacked as you walked away from the whiny little boy.
“Y/N, come on. Don’t act like this”
“What am I acting like?”
“Like you don’t miss me”
You let out a short, humorless laugh at the accusation.
“Says the boy following me around”
“I need my key back”
You stopped walking and whipped around on your heels.
He truly had the audacity to be bold and brash with you.
“I threw that piece of metal on the side of the road when I caught you balls deep in your ex-girlfriend”
Jackson clenched his jaw and dropped his gaze to the floor.
“Y/N, I didn’t–”
“Save it for someone who actually cares. I truly support your decision though. It let me know that I could do so much better than a luring scoundrel who likes to break hearts when he’s bored”
You flicked your hair back and marched towards the exit, only to find him following you close behind.
“Y/N it wasn’t like that, okay? Honestly, you were –”
“Very special to me and I hope–”
“Shut up”
“That we can hash out any problems–”
Anger fell over your body and you swore if you could glow your eyes, it would’ve been a burning red.
You pushed Jackson up against the lockers, closed your eyes and inhaled deeply.
“There is no we, there will never be a we, not ever again”
You opened your eyes and shot him daggers.
Jackson’s blue eyes seemed to shiver when you gave him the reality of the situation.
From your peripheral you could see Scott.
You flashed him a smile and a seductive wink.
He returned your smile and unconsciously licked his lips.
Jackson watched in a daze as you strutted away from him.


Scott stirred awake in his hot bed.
He walked towards the window to let the cold air come in.
Maybe it was the lack of sexual contact, the coldness of the air breezed itself onto his boxers, coaxing his bulge.
He shivered and shook away the thought to touch himself.
Instead, he climbed back into bed and tried to go back to sleep.
At first, his dreams were about a half-naked Y/N posing on the library table, books in piles in the background.
She crawled towards him, placed a finger on his lips and told him, “shh, no talking.”
The image was quickly whisked away as Derek grabbed her by the throat and bit her the same way he was bitten.
He laughed as blood dribbled from his mouth.
Out from the ground, a hand drug her underground.
Scott tried to lunge for her but Derek held him back, “she’s Peter’s now!”
He emerged from the ground, eating her body in half.
Gut spilled out from her bottom half as Peter noisily munched.
Scott snapped his eyes open and scrambled himself awake.
Derek stood over him and threw a shirt in his face.
“Get up, there’s something you need to see”

Derek pulled the veil off of a table to reveal a dead body.
Scott winced at the sight and covered his nose and mouth.
“Look at the scratches”
Scott got closer to see how deep the slashes were.
“What could’ve done this?”
“I don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s not something that should be kept around”
Scott furrowed his brows and flashed Derek a look.
“What do you mean?”
“Come on Scott, this creature is killing people. It has to die”
“What is wrong with you? This isn’t a plan to get rid of an enemy this is a ploy to get more power”
“Thought we had this conversation earlier with Erica, Isaac, and Boyd, power is all that this is about Scott. When will you get that through your thick skull?”
Derek covered the body with the black veil.
“Never, I’m not going to support the death of a creature that’s probably scared and confused”
“Scared and confused?” Derek chortled.
“Don’t be so stupid, McCall. It’s going to kill again”
“What are you going to do?”
“I only brought you here to tell you what I’m going to do. Your opinion means nothing to me”

After Deaton closes the clinic, a faint light turns on in the main room.
Files and documents of the animals in attendance are scattered in an organized mess.
The dogs and cats in the holding room all make noise as the door opens but suddenly stops.
A snake in the corner hisses at the glass.
Back in the operating room, a vial of clear liquid sits on the table.
You pick it up and give a devilish smile.
The smell of mischief fermented off your skin making the snake draped around your shoulder feel contempt in its placement.
No one suspects and no one knows.

No smut, but I made it up with Inopportune Moments

anonymous asked:

So I've been looking at the tumblr lifting community's posts for awhile now and I'm obsessed and amazed; I've never lifted before but I really want to it looks so fun and I want free cute shit, but I'm so so scared!! How do I get over that and what/where would you recommend lifting for my very first time ever? Any tips or advice? I worship y'all 🙏🏼

oooookay lil nugget here we go.

first off - its okay to be scared. its actually better if you keep a little piece of you thats always scared, no matter if you’re experienced or a beginner. thats something that helps you keep track of what’s going on around you and helps you not get caught. when you get cocky or over confident, thats when trouble starts.

i cannot stress how important it is to start small.
start small.
start sosososososo small.

like a lipgloss from walmart or one plain shirt from old navy. maybe a lil pack of beads from hobby lobby. whatever you do, do it small.

this lowers the chance of you getting caught, and the chance of you freaking out more.

do this a couple times. lil thing here, lil thing there. this builds confidence. the more confident you are with yourself, the more likely you are to start pulling in bigger hauls.

be patient. dont rush anything. this is by no means a competition. this whole process of confidence-gaining takes weeks, maybe months for some people.

and another thing - the majority of us on here that are pulling in a shit ton of stuff? we’ve been doing this for years. ive been lifting for 3/almost 4 years now. do not feel like you have to hurry and catch up to us.

secondly -do your homework. read through people’s tip pages on here. read about hooks, magnets, detachers, keys, all the different types of security tags, concealment methods, horror stories - ANYTHING. everything will be helpful down the road. read up on how other people got caught so you dont make the same mistakes. read up on how that girl managed to bag 3 naked palettes and 15 Kat Von D liquid lipsticks. learn about cam placement and how JCP Sephora is a place to stay away from. learn SA behavior and how to tell if they are being nice or plain sus. Learn how to tell if a bag is going to be a good lifting partner or if its going to be a hassle getting things inside. get familiar with every aspect of this community. follow as many people as you can. get inspiration from everyone. learn this life. live it. breathe it.

thirdly - try and pair up with an experienced buddy. i have found this to be so helpful. you get to see first hand how they do what they do. you get to see them in action, and learn their methods. however, know that going out with more than 2 other people is sure to get you noticed and tailed. keep the lil lifting group to either a pair or 3 people. make sure you can trust them. make sure you know them.

Old Navy: they dont tag anything other than heavy coats and sweaters, some dresses, jeans, and in the summer some shorts. i re-vamped my whole wardrobe this summer courtesy of ON, but ive seen on here that they’ve started source tagging…. which makes me sad. so double check before you out anything into your bag.
Hobby Lobby: there are like 7 cams per store all focused on the cashiers. go crazy. get your much needed art supplies. this is a great store for beginners - and other lifters who love crafting.
Cotton On: nothing, and i mean NOTHING is tagged. idk why, but these hoes never tag anything and it makes me wonder what they’re even doing. i got christmas gifts for my brothers here this year, so i highly recommend this store. super easy.
Dillard’s: do not let the large size of the store intimidate you - this place is heaven. sometimes you’ll get lucky and somethings been left off the rack and untagged. sometimes theres that teally cute wallet that you’ve wanted for a while and it doesnt have a single tag on it. go for it. conceal in the dressing rooms. trust me. formal dresses? no tags. (from what ive seen, and ive been to 3 Dillard’s in 2 different cities.) their desinger jewelrythat they keep down there? go for it. none of its source tagged or anything. i walked out once with 5 pairs of mate spade earrings and 2 wallets worth the 100 each. just pay attention to your surroundings and you’ll do just fine.

- in the winter its cold as dicks, so wear sweaters. utilize these babies for all they’re worth. 1. sleeves are great for concealing small items like jewelry and lipsticks. 2. “i am so hot from all this shopping, is it okay if i have one of your bags to carry my sweater in? i would really appreciate it” (note: this only works with really nice SAs. some will be bitches and shut you down. you might have to try a couple of stores before you get one. and now you have a free shopping bag!) 3. put your purse in the crook of your elbow and drape your sweater over it. this helps conceal how big your purse is to begin with and hide how much its increased in size when you’re walking out. 4. idk they’re warm and fuzzy. they make me happy.
- boots: stick things in there in case you forgot your purse or something. you can stick small things like jewelry and face masks down in there, its great.
- go through your mom’s closet. or your aunt’s. grandmother’s. rich best friend, i dont care. more often than not, they have a couple of extra shopping bags from stores they’ve been too. my mom has Bath and Body Works for days, along with a couple of Coach bags and Ralph Lauren. these shopper bags can be used in the same way as a purse for hiding things in them. hide them in yoir bag on the way into a mall, and then in the bathroom, take out your lifted clothing and stuff one of the bags. that way, when you walk into other stores, the SAs think you’ve bought things from other stores. be careful and know the layout of the mall you’re in though, because if you’re carrying around an Urban Outfitters bag and theres no UO, then you’ve gone and fucked yourself.
- be cautious, be wary, and not get greedy. get in, get out, and live to lift another day.

hope you’ll find some use for all this nonsense, good luck on starting your hobby of lifting and i hope to see some beautiful hauls from you guys!