i might as well go to hell now

Claire Over the Different Series
  • Daredevil S1: Oh my god is that BLOOD what the hell is going on???? dude you're blind stOP FIGHTING EVERYBODY
  • Jessica Jones: Okay yeah I'll help I already helped out that blind fucker might as well
  • Daredevil S2: I got fired because SOMEONE (looks at Matt) fought ninjas. I guess helping vigilantes is my life now fml
  • Luke Cage: I've hit the acceptance stage. Luke of course I'll help your (fine) ass might as well lmaooo
  • Iron Fist: Listen you little fucknugget. I've seen some shit. don't act like you're all that, fuck outta here
  • How She'll Probably be in the Defenders: ALL of you need to sit the fuck down. I'm the glue holding this team together. DON'T MAKE ME PULL THIS CITY OVER Y'ALL, CAUSE I WILL.

anonymous asked:

Ngl I ship Alfred × the Waynes REALLY REALLY HARD now. Curse u!! How dare u make me ship something that there is literally 0 content for aaaah

when i started wayne manor i did not intend for this to happen but quite frankly it’s all thomas’ fault. WELCOME TO HELL.

i don’t know if there’s a name for a ship that is so obscure it might as well not exist, but then if you voice the idea out loud people go “WAIT BUT THAT MAKES SENSE??” but anyway that is the level of hell we are at with this and it’s just the worst.

deal | pt 1 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,366 

part two 


Eyes like ice, cold and calculating narrow over the rim of a wine glass. Soft lips press to the polished glass, the crimson complimenting tan skin. If it weren’t for the soft dent between his brows you would have assumed he had not heard you. He takes his time allowing the wine to caress his palate, eyes closed as he savors the taste.  As always, he makes you wait until the wine glass is drained of it’s dark contents. You ponder on the taste, if it is bitter upon his tongue much like his words.

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Hamilcast Shit-Chat {Part 1}

A/N: O my god it’s a series. Also,,,, @the-gay-anomaly helped me with this series A LOT.

Pairing: Hamilcast X Reader

AU: Texting series

Warnings: cussing, semi-sexual jokes


KEY (this lists the usernames of the hamilcast, including yourself)

Lin Manuel Miranda: OldManMiranda,,,, also,,, him and reader are shipped quite a lot (for reasons)

Reader (Y/N L/N): thuglife420 (don’t ask,,, Jo came up with it)

Daveed Diggs: OaklandTrash

Okieriete Onaodowan: OakSmash

Anthony Ramos: JasmineFan

Jasmine Cephas Jones: RamosOwner

Pippa Soo: PippaSoo

Renee Elise Goldsberry: ShipMaster

Jonathan Groff: GroffSauce

Chris Jackson: CJack


OldManMiranda created a chat.

thuglife420: okay so this is a thing

thuglife420: lin you know it’s like, three in the morning for most of us, right?

OldManMiranda: I mean, you’re still awake.

Oaklandtrash: yo

OakSmash: hello

GroffSauce: the hell is this.

OldManMiranda: it’s called a group chat Groff.

thuglife420: should it be old man Groff now?

thuglife420: is Lin finally “hip” now?

GroffSauce: i’m wounded

OldManMiranda: so was Hamilton, you’ll get over it.

thuglife420: savage Miranda.

thuglife420: okay, Lin, seriously I was actually about to go to bed, why did you make this chat?

OldManMiranda: I was bored and no one wanted to talk to me.

OaklandTrash: hmm I wonder why

OldManMiranda: how rude!

CJack: what are you all doing?

OldManMiranda: CHRIS, MY MAN

CJack: you all woke me up.

OakSmash: oops

CJack: might as well tell you about the dream i had

CJack: Lin was some weird unicorn centaur shit and he started pointing his horn at everyone and screaming “i will push my horn into you”

thuglife420: fucking christ, Chris

CJack: it’s Lin’s fault!

OldManMiranda: HOW

CJack: remember that one party where you were drunk as hell and started chanting “i will fuck you in the ass if you give me chicken nuggets”

CJack: it inspired me

thuglife420: holy hell, how drunk were you?

thuglife420: wait, why wasn’t i invited to this party?

CJack: Lin asked us to specifically not invite you or any of the other girls

OaklandTrash: he didn’t want you all to see him drunk as shit

thuglife420: lame

thuglife420: that is so lame

thuglife420: Lin do you not see my name? I would be drunk off my ass with you, I mean come on.

CJack: he didn’t want you to hear the things he said

OldManMiranda: we don’t speak of it

JasmineFan: You guys are all nerds that need sleep, Christ

OakSmash: we’re the nerds?

OakSmash: says the guy with his girlfriends’ name next to the word “fan” as his username

thuglife420: as interesting as this conversation is, I can no longer keep my eyes open.

thuglife420: night nerds.

OldManMiranda: Gnight. Bring the best of your humanity to others today. Be smart & safe & kind to all. When you get home, you can fart like the dickens.

CJack: Lin. This ain’t twitter, man.

thuglife420: fucking nerd.

OldManMiranda: that’s not nice.

CJack: Lin. That was the intention.

OldManMiranda: don’t question me Chris

CJack: I have more dreams Lin. Try me. 

OldManMiranda: Chris, I think it’s time you went to sleep. :)

CJack: Haha. Night Lin.

CJack: don’t hit me with a twitter speech

OldManMiranda:  I hear my son call for agua around 3am every morning. I also get agua. It’s our little 3am agua break. You drinking enough agua homey?

CJack: Lin, shut the fuck up.

For my wonderful Sasha, may you have a fabulous birthday! С днем рождения @some-people-call-it-tragic​ 

(I hope I got that right and didn’t just call you a blind squirrel in Russian or something even worse.)

“Tell me, did you enjoy yourself tonight, Dean?”

Dean forced himself to look up from where he’d been absentmindedly staring at the glass in his hand, taking a sip of his remaining whiskey before offering Cas a slow nod.

“Yeah, Cas… Yeah, that was nice.”

Castiel -who was sitting right beside him, their knees touching-, nodded too, mirroring Dean. “Sam insisted on inviting some friends over for your birthday, I wasn’t sure you’d appreciate a surprise party, but I trusted his judgment.”

Shaking his head, Dean huffed in amusement. “I figured… It’s fine, it was good seeing everyone again.”

A silence fell, and Dean noticed how soft music was still playing in the background, even though the guests were long gone. His mom had been there, and Jody, and Donna, and some of their other fellow hunters. Even Claire had tagged along; she’d given him a dorky birthday card that jokingly spelled the message ‘congratulations, old man’.

Dean had laughed about it good-naturedly, of course. That was typical Claire.

And yet, now that the only ones left were him and Cas, along with a lot of empty glasses and some leftover snacks, he found that it nagged him. Because even if it had been an ongoing joke between them, she wasn’t wrong. Dean wasn’t getting any younger.

“I can almost hear the gears turning in your head.” Cas muttered, and Dean felt a hand carefully grazing his knee. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

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◆ ——— SAW SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ I want to play a game. ’
’ My name is Very Fucking Confused; what’s your name? ’
’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not any more… ’
’ I’m having a blast! This is the most fun I’ve had without lubricant! ’
’ I want you to make a choice. ’
’ Listen carefully, if you will. There are rules. ’
’ What’s the last thing you remember? ’
’ I went to bed in my shithole apartment, and I woke up in an actual shithole. ’
’ I’m sick from the disease eating away at me inside… ’
’ I’m sick of people who don’t appreciate their blessings… ’
’ I’m a kill you, you sick asshole! ’
’ Congratulations. You are still alive. ’
’ Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. ’
’ You don’t know me, but I know you. ’
’ Live or die, make your choice. ’
’ You’re probably wondering where you are. ’
’ Now I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet apathetic. ’
’ At least we’ll have the cover of darkness. ’
’ Help! Someone help me! Is someone there? ’
’ Hey! Oh shit, I’m probably dead. ’
’ Who said anything about a warrant? ’
’ If you are so sick then why do I have so many photos of you up and about? ’
’ How much blood will you shed to stay alive? ’
’ I’ll leave you in this room to rot. ’
’ I know it’s you, you son of a bitch! ’
’ My camera, it doesn’t know how to lie. ’
’ You tell anyone you were here? ’
’ Stop the lies! You’re a liar! I need to know the truth! ’
’ You don’t recall getting your picture taken in that parking lot? ’
’ How can you go through life pretending that you’re happy? ’
’ Does that mean you saw what happened to me? ’
’ Oh for fuck’s sake! I give up! ’
’ You think it is over, but the games have just begun. ’
’ You feel you now have control, don’t you? ’
’ I don’t have a fucking soul… ’
’ Will you learn how to let go and truly save them? ’
’ What you can’t do, is save everyone. ’
’ I promise that my work will continue. ’
’ If you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself. ’
’ I do, but addiction has ruined your life. ’
’ I’m bleeding man. Please just let me go. ’
’ Killing is distasteful… to me. ’
’ How did you walk out of that building? ’
’ So unless you’ve got something else to say… back the fuck off. ’
’ Playing with matches again? ’
’ I want to know if you have what it takes to survive. ’
’ They say imitation is the most sincere form of flattery… ’
’ We killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared. ’
’ Why? Was it for money? This was your plan? ’
’ You’re a monster! ’
’ Fix me, you motherfucker! ’
’ Why don’t you fucking tell me something that I don’t know, you stupid cunt?! ’
’ For three years I wanted to kill you. ’
’ I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for what happened. ’
’ You may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you. ’
’ There’s no preventative treatment for what you have. ’
’ Please don’t do this to me. I have a family. ’
’ You’re asking me to do the impossible. ’
’ I’m sorry, but your own actions have caused this. ’
’ What?! What am I supposed to learn from this?! ’
’ This is the piece taken from the latest victim. ’
’ How many next times are there gonna be? ’
’ Get used to me, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere. ’
’ When the time’s right, you’ll know what to do with it. ’
’ That rolled off your tongue real smooth. ’
’ Wait! What the fuck are you doing?! ’
’ Please don’t let me die! Please don’t! ’
’ Oh, well that’s it, isn’t it?! It’s over! ’
’ Look at me! When you’re killing me, you look at me! ’
’ I never saw any indication of psychotic behavior. ’
’ You can never really tell what someone’s thinking on the inside. ’
’ Well, there’s a problem with that, though. ’
’ Go on, fucking pussy! Go! Go! Go! ’
’ Maybe addiction’s just part of human nature. ’
’ Remember, don’t trust the one who saves you. ’
’ You want a chance? I’ll give you a chance. ’
’ What do you mean you don’t know about this? ’
’ You didn’t cut your own arm off? ’
’ What condition? There is no condition. ’
’ I didn’t have it penciled in on my schedule. ’
’ It’s not the first time some psychopath called me out. ’
’ That’s a problem you’re gonna have to solve before it’s too late. ’
’ How do you just wake up in a room and have no idea where you are? ’
’ I guess you’ve never been drunk before. ’
’ I spent three years at college drunk. ’
’ You asked me what I wanted and I told you. ’
’ You seem to know a whole lot about me. ’
’ I feel a whole lot of things right now. ’
’ The only dooryou know how to open… is between your legs! ’
’ Why don’t you shut the hell up?! ’
’ That’s your luck, bending on over in prison, you little dickhead! ’
’ If you’re gonna threaten me with a knife, you might as well cut me a little. ’
’ You savor everything, be it a glass of water or a walk in the park. ’
’ It’s the tool, thats going to save your soul. ’
’ I didn’t do anything to you! ’
’ Don’t open the door! ’
’ You have to save yourself. ’
’ Do you wanna play a game? ’
’ That’s exactly it, you didn’t do anything. ’
’ You identify more with a cold corpse than you do with a living human. ’
’ You should know better than anyone, what happens then. ’
’ I go for the neck, but I’m not the brain surgeon. ’
’ Now you better start fucking paying attention. ’
’ Suffering? You haven’t seen anything yet. ’
’ Yeah, that’s right. I’m a murderer. ’
’ So, do you have everything you need? ’
’ You’d be surprised what tools can save a life. ’
’ Then help me! Fix me! Fix me motherfucker! I’m standing right here! ’
’ You have to play by the fucking rules! ’
’ The human body is a miraculous creation. ’
’ Game over. ’

I don’t shoplift because I’m a grown-up, but every time I need something from Walmart, the loss prevention dude stays so close to me that we might as well be grinding on each other.

It’s like I’m at prom in hell and the theme is low, low prices.

Like, if you want to go on this shopping journey with me, all you have to do is ask. I’m down. Let’s do it, my man. It would be way less weird than what’s going on now. You’ve been staring at the Katy Perry lipsticks for, like, ten straight minutes. And I know they’re not for you, because you look like you haven’t used chapstick in ten thousand years.

And what teenage boy wears a bluetooth? Just give it up, Caleb, or whatever the hell your name is. I know you work here. Your cover’s blown. Might as well just come hold my hand at this point, since you’re so worried that I’m going to find a way to stuff an entire box of tampons into my workout shorts.

Or maybe you have a crush on me, but also a bondage fetish, and so you’re trying to get me arrested so you can confirm that I look good in handcuffs before you ask me out. That’s fine, but whatever it is, just be upfront about it so we can quit playing this game. I’m tired. Get it together.

How Reylo Can Happen

I’ve had a theory for months but haven’t wanted to post it because I wasn’t sure about it until after TLJ teaser and panel. I will try to keep my explanations short and to the point.

For Reylo to happen, there will need to be extensive character development and storyline between Kylo Ren and Rey. Those familiar with Reylo meta’s and theory have speculated Force Bonds (hearing/seeing each other’s thoughts) and Kylo saving Rey to gain her favor. Well, what if I said that both were possible? But not without a little thing called Halfway Plot Switch and something called Conflict Killer. What are those and what do they mean? Well, let’s go back to the Director himself, Rian Johnson. When asked what movies he watched to prepare for TLJ he mentioned a movie called Letters Never Sent (LNS). Immediately our eyes were drawn to the romantic storyline of this movie but that’s not important as far as Reylo is concerned. What is important is the structure of this film and the tropes within it. Trust me Rian isn’t concerned with the storyline. He is concerned only about how it was executed. 

I won’t go into the details of the storyline of LNS because that isn’t the point. What is the point, is that LNS starts out to be one movie about these geologist setting out to find diamonds, but it turns into something completely different when they are trapped fighting for their lives after a forest fire.

At the TLJ panel Riann and Daisy both state that it’s amazing how this movie starts out and how it actually ends. Daisy threw us a bone and stated (I am paraphrasing) that Rey is meeting her hero but sometimes you shouldn’t because they may not be what you’ve expected.

So, what does all this mean? What the hell am I babbling about? I’m going to warn you now do not read any further if you don’t want to be spoiled. Although yes, I am speculating it might hold more water than you think. Read on at your own risk.

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Seriously, if you’re upset about the trend in 2nd Generation Girl Groups dying, start supporting Sistar and 9Muses because their contracts are up this year as well. 

9Muses has been through hell and back in terms of dealing with their company as well as members coming and going and I don’t want them fading out just because they’re that group that everyone respects but no one actually listens to. Sistar has managed pretty decent success despite Starship doing the bare minimum for them, but now there’s a chance Starship might follow JYP & YG and dump them because they’ve got a new girl group they can focus on. 

Don’t let this happen with another good group. Even if it’s just watching a few of their mvs or discussing them on sites like twitter, give them a little boost while you still can because things look bleak right now.

“Angel” Klaus Mikaelson

“You can stay here for as long as you need Elena.” You say as you open the door for her. “You actually don’t know how much this means to me, thank you *yn*.” She says before pulling you into a tight hug. You smiled softly as you hugged her back, you would do anything to help her.

You and Elena had been friends since you were little, your parents had always been close with hers. She had told you about vampires and Bonnie being a witch a few months after she had found out herself. A month after that your father had been killed by an ‘animal attack’. You didn’t know who did it but you swore you would find out. You got so angry that you blurted it out that you knew about vampires to your mum. She had asked you how you had known and it turned out that she had known about vampires for a long time but you never knew how she had found out. Or why she was tolerant of them.

A month ago Elijah Mikaelson emerged, when you had told your mum she panicked because she had a feeling that he wouldn’t be the only Mikaelson to return to Mystic Falls. Sure enough, Klaus and the rest of the family had returned. You had never seen Klaus for yourself, but what Elena had told you made you absolutely petrified of him. A week ago your mum decided she wanted to keep you extra safe so she made the house legally yours and said it could now be a safe house. She told you not to invite any vampires inside, even if they were your friends.

Yesterday she had gone out of town for work, she didn’t want to but you insisted that she left because you knew how important her job was to her. It was only a few hours after she had left when Elena rang you, crying. She was panicking about Klaus and what he was going to do to her and everyone she cared about. You didn’t even think twice before offering for her to come over and stay with you until Klaus was killed, so here she was.

“I got some of the bags from the car for you- uff.” You giggle as Damon grunts when he tries to use his vampire speed to go through the front door and ends up getting knocked back. “Would’ve been nice if you’d told me.” He huffs and you roll your eyes. He stands up and raises a brow. “You gonna invite me in or not?” He asks.

“No, this is a safe house that means no vampires are aloud.” You state and he opens his mouth to reply when Stefan appears next to him. “She’s right Damon, in order for it to be completely safe, for Elena no vampires can be invited in.” He says giving him a pointed look. Damon sighs and shuts his mouth before dropping Elena’s bags at the front door. “*yn*!” You look up to see Bonnie and Caroline hurrying towards you.

“Bon!” You giggle and envelope her in a tight hug. “I’m gonna go say hi to Elena.” She says before brushing past you and inside. “Oh me to!” Caroline says. “I wouldn’t-” You stop yourself as Caroline tries to get inside.

“No vampires remember blondie?” Damon says sarcastically as Caroline hits the invisible forcefield. “*yn* didn’t mean me when she said that.” Caroline scoffs but her face drops when she sees your guilty face.

“What! *yn* you can’t be serious!” She complains and you just shrug. “I’m sorry Care, but I promised my mum no vampires even if they’re my friends.” You say and she moans. “This could not get any worse.”

“*yn* tell me you got some food in your house!” Jeremy calls from the truck as he and Matt hop out. “Of course.” You laugh. “Sweet, we’ll be in the kitchen then.” Matt says patting your shoulder before they both walk into the house.

“I stand corrected.” Caroline groans.

Bonnie, Caroline, Damon, Stefan, Matt, Jeremy, Elena and you all spend the rest of the afternoon out on the porch playing cards and just having fun. As it started getting dark one by one everyone left, Matt and Jeremy the last to leave until it was just you and Elena sitting outside.

The two of you headed inside and ended up on the couch under a blanket watching some rom-com. “I’m so scared *yn*.” She murmured quietly. “It’s going to be ok Elena, we’re going to defeat Klaus. He’s not going to hurt you.” You whispered and hugged her tightly. “It’s not me I’m worried about, it’s all of you. Klaus is evil, he’ll do anything to hurt me and manipulate me.” She murmured and you smiled lightly at her selflessness.

“I think we’ve all handled worse than some arrogant vampire who’s clearly underestimated us, because we’re going to kick his ass.” You smile and she giggles hugging me tighter. “Thank you for being such a good friend *yn*, I love you.”

“I love you too Elena.” You grin hugging her back. Eventually we put the movie back on and soon Elena’s drifted off and is fast asleep on the couch. You smile and shake your head, it wasn’t even completely dark yet.

Suddenly the door bell rang causing you to jolt. Elena mumbled and her face twitched as she woke up. “I’ll get it.” You whispered and she nodded before closing her eyes again, she deserved a rest.

You sighed and paused the movie before heading to the door. You were wearing pyjamas and you looked like a mess but you didn’t really care at this point. “Hi how can I help you?” You ask as you pull open the front door.

The hairs immediately stand up on the back of your neck and goosebumps rise on your skin at the sight of the man before you. He was handsome, but had a mysterious aura around him that you didn’t like. He smirked and said nothing as he looked you over. You studied his face and the breath caught in your throat when you stared into his eyes. They were dark and had lost the shine a man his age should have, they almost looked soulless, like he had seen to much horror in this world. But there was also an evil glint hidden behind that as well, that was what you feared.

“Y-you’re Klaus aren’t you?” You mumbled and his smirk widens.

“You certainly catch on quickly love.” He spoke huskily and fear ran through your body at his cold voice.

“You can’t compel me, I take vervain every day.” You spoke and he chuckled. “I have no doubt you would love, and why would I compel you when I can already have so much fun with you?”

“What do you want?” You spat as your confidence grew knowing he couldn’t get to you. “I just heard that Elena was moving to a safe house, thought I might as well get to know the person she’s staying with considering I’ll be keeping tabs on Elena and what not.” He smirks.

“Go to hell.” You hiss and he laughs.

“You know I didn’t expect you to be so ravishingly beautiful, but feisty too? Now that was a surprise.” He grins and that just makes you more infuriated.

You were done with his games so you grabbed the door and moved to slam it in his face.

“Uh, uh, uh I wouldn’t do that.” He tuts. “Why not?”

“Because I was out and happened to stumble upon this.” He says and you peer through the crack in the door to see him holding Elena’s diary in his hand.

“How did you get that?” You asked angrily ripping the door open causing his smirk to widen.

“It was just lying around, now I was thinking we could read a bit from page twenty there’s some quite juicy stuff about Damon in here..” He says as he flicks through the pages.

You didn’t know what caused you to do it, probably because of how fiercely loyal and protective you were of Elena. You knew how personal that diary was to her and seeing someone like Klaus read it made you sick.

So you instinctively reached your hand out to snatch it from him. Everything happened so quickly, suddenly his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you outside of the safety of your home and whipped you around to pin you against the wall.

Suddenly his eyes were pierced into yours as he barred you from escaping. You shivered under his intense gaze as he studied every inch of your face. “I like this fire in you.” He spoke.

“Just go ahead, kill me.” You spat and his eyes softened.

Klaus didn’t know why he was so intrigued by this human girl, maybe it was her innocence, maybe it was her vulnerability, maybe it was her loyalty to her friends, maybe it was her tenacity but it was probably a combination of all of them. He couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that she just assumed he would kill her right away, but at the same time couldn’t blame her. His reputation preceded him.

“I’m not going to hurt you love.” He chuckled as he brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Goosebumps rose up on your skin as he trailed his fingers down your neck and your heartbeat quickened as he traced his finger across your collarbone lightly.

“You know what skill comes with being a thousand years old? I can tell by someones heartbeat what they’re feeling. Whether it’s fear, excitement, arousal.” He spoke softly as he licked his lips.

“Right now you’re probably trying to figure out whether your scared of me or rushing with adrenaline at the thought of being this close to me.” He whispered as his lips brushed against your ear causing you to close your eyes.

“But I already know the answer.” He murmurs into your ear. “Maybe you aren’t as innocent as you think you are love.” He whispered before placing a kiss on your ear.

You heard a whoosh and you slowly peeked your eyes open. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself as you glanced around to see you were the only one on the porch. You shook your head and calmed yourself down before heading inside even though you were still shaken up with what had just occurred.

Had Klaus just been flirting with you?

And more importantly did you like it? No of course you didn’t he was evil, he was after Elena and he couldn’t be trusted.

“Who was that?” Elena mumbled sleepily. “Just some sales person.” You laughed shakily but she was too tired to notice as you sat back down, your mind whirring a million times an hour.

“Hey *yn*, I didn’t think you were working tonight?” Your manager asked when he saw you walk behind the bar. “I’m covering for Matt, he’s got an exam tomorrow and is in desperate need of study.” You sigh as you slip on your Mystic Grills shirt over your singlet. You dump your bag in the back and chuck your hair into a high ponytail as your manager laughs at your expense about how you were to nice for your own good and couldn’t say no.

That was partially true, but Matt had been failing a lot of his classes this year and you were glad to see him so eager to study, so you had actually offered to cover his shift. But you didn’t tell your manager because you knew he’d just pay you out even more for being soft.

You kind of wanted to get out of the house anyway, Elena was ‘studying’ with Damon on the porch, which basically meant constant flirting. You could hear their laughs all the way up to your room. It was kind of frustrating, it was so obvious she had feelings for him yet she was stuck in this love triangle and didn’t know how to escape it.

Even though it wasn’t ideal spending your Sunday night at the Mystic Grill, it was better than nothing. It had been a few days since your run in with Klaus and you had managed to push it to the back of your mind as school took over.

You had just served a cocktail to a customer and had begun wiping the bench down when an attractive guy sat at one of the stalls.

“Hi, welcome to Mystic Grill how can I help you today?” You asked politely as you slung the towel over your shoulder and approached the guy. A mischievous smirk lit up his face when he saw you. “I’ll have whatever you recommend, darling.” He spoke smoothly. His accent was different, but you liked it and you blushed at his nickname. “I uh can get you a beer?” You spoke and you wanted to punch yourself in the face at your awkwardness.

A beer? Really?

“Sounds wonderful darling.” He chuckled in amusement at how obviously flustered you were. You said nothing else as you hurried off in embarrassment to grab a beer bottle from the fridge. Ok act cool, you thought.

You painted on a confident smile as you walked back over to him and you slid him the beer. “Thank you darling.” He smiled.

You were to embarrassed to notice but as he reached for the beer in your hand, your vervain bracelet brushed against his hand. Being an original he wasn’t to affected by it and managed to act like nothing had happened but he had felt it. Immediately his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he studied your innocent face.

You knew about his kind.

He said nothing else as he took a swig of his beer and followed your movements as you went to greet another customer.

Once you were free of customers he had a chance to talk to you again. “So have you lived in Mystic Falls your whole life?” He asks and you nod.

“Born and raised.”

“It’s quite odd how many animal attacks there are in this town isn’t it?” He suddenly spoke causing you to go rigid.”Um yeah I guess, but we do live near quite a big forest so…” “Mm I suppose so, it’s still quite odd though, like there’s something that’s not quite right…” You had no idea what to say as you struggled to find the right words.

“Kol, stop pestering the poor girl.” A familiar voice spoke and your blood ran cold as you saw Klaus walking up to the bar. It didn’t take long for you to put two and two together, this was Kol Mikaelson, Klaus’ brother.

“What do you want?” You snap. “I’d like a glass of bourbon please.” He spoke and your eyes narrowed. “It seems you’ve met my dearest brother then.” Kol said glancing at Klaus and you gritted your teeth as you poured Klaus a glass of bourbon.

God you wished you could poison him right now. You said nothing as you slammed the glass on the table causing the liquid to slop out the sides before you marched away from the two.

“She’s a feisty thing.” Kol smirked in amusement.

“She’s one of Elena’s little friends.” Klaus replied.

“Ah, Elena Gilbert.” Kol said. “Shame about the vervain, imagine the fun you could have with her if you could compel the little thing.” Kol grinned as he studied your figure.

Klaus’ grip on his glass tightened as he took a sip, his eyes trained on you as you forced a smile when you served a customer.

Kol noticed instantly at his brother’s uncomfortableness and his smirk widened.

“You don’t have a soft spot for the girl do you?” Kol laughed and Klaus glanced at him.

“No.” He lied.

“*yn* you can head home now, we’re closing in half an hour anyway.” Your manager spoke and you sighed in relief. You said goodbye to him before hurrying into the back, you grabbed your shoulder bag and slung it over your shoulder. You glanced over to see Klaus and Kol at the pool table. Hopefully you could sneak out before they saw you and to where Matt was picking you up. You wanted to decline but he insisted on doing it considering you covered his shift.

As you hurried out the door Klaus happened to look over at the bar to see that you weren’t there. He looked over just in time to see you walking out the door and he murmured to Kol he’d be back before hurrying out after you.

You could hear footsteps behind you as you checked your phone when you saw you had a text from Matt saying he’d be here in five minutes.

You glanced over and resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the sight of Klaus.

“What?” You snapped and he tutted at your tone.

“I was just checking you were getting home safely.” He spoke and you scoffed.

“good to know the serial killer vampire cares about me getting home safely.” You sneered and his jaw clenches.

“How are you getting home?” He repeats and you roll your eyes.

“My friend is picking me up.” You replied.

“Who is your friend?” He asked. “That is none of your business.” You smiled sarcastically before looking back down at my phone.

“Why do you care anyway?” You question after a few moments of silence.

“Because you intrigue me, love.” He replied.

“And if I’m a thousand years old and a human of all things interests me, then they’re clearly worthy of my care.” He said softly and you studied him carefully.

“Why am I so interesting to you?”

“I’m not even sure I can answer that sweetheart.” He spoke calmly and it was the first time you had seen the vampire so gentle and vulnerable. You weren’t sure how to feel about it. But then you remembered how he had killed Elena’s aunt and all those other people and you knew that the way your heart was beating was wrong.

Klaus was about to say something when a horn honked and you peered over to see Matt pulling up across the road.

“I got to go.” You say awkwardly and before he can get another word in you’ve pulled the bag across your shoulder again and ran across the road.

He noticed that in your hurry to escape a small book had fallen out of your bag. He opened his mouth to call out to you but shut it and decided against it as he studied the leather book.

Klaus sat down on the ground next to the lamp post and opened the book carefully. Inside three quarters of the book was filled with polaroid pictures all with captions. He began at the start which happened to be the start of your freshman year. Pictures of you and a young Elena Gilbert, Bonnie Bennet and Caroline Forbes filled the pages with captions about what happened and why the photo was taken and he realised every photo held a precious memory.

He smiled and traced his finger across a photo of a younger you smiling happily with Elena. He flicked through every page as you got older and older, and he noticed that the older you got the more photos of animals you captured. Dogs, birds, sheep anything that caught your eye you had snapped a photo.

He smiled softly at the sight of a beautiful horse and realised it had been the focus of many of your photos. Horses were his favourite animal, maybe they were yours as well. His forehead creased when he spotted a photo of you in a cheerleaders uniform and a blonde haired football player placing a kiss on your cheek. The caption was titled “Me and Matty xx” and he couldn’t help but let his annoyance grow.

As he neared closer to the present day more photos of you with boys were pasted in. He grew even more annoyed when he saw numerous photos with Stefan and Damon Salvatore. One photo particularly annoyed him, it was a photo of you and Damon, he had obviously said something that made you laugh and you were grinning and looking at him happily. He knew nothing romantic was going on in this photo but it irked him that you looked at him like that. With trust and care. Damon Salvatore was a killer yet you were comfortable around him?

He finally reached the most recent photo from a few days ago and his heart sank, it was a photo of you, probably when you were around five, beaming and clutching a man tightly.

The caption read ‘1 year since you were taken from me, I love you daddy, I will find the vampire that murdered you, I promise xxx’

He sighed shutting the book so he didn’t have to look at that photo anymore, he knew he hadn’t killed your father but he still felt horrible knowing that his kind had taken a loving father away from an innocent girl.

You sighed as you smoothed out the creases in your stiff dress. Elena had convinced you and practically had to drag you out of the house to get you to come to this stupid town afternoon tea thing. You didn’t know what it was for considering Mystic Falls had so many events it was hard to keep up.

You had finally escaped the clutches of the constant nattering from the adults and had managed to sneak out into the garden. You had come across a beautiful horse and cart outside. You couldn’t resist the urge to go admire the magnificent white creature. You smiled softly as you stroked the stallions muzzle admiring his dark brown eyes and the way his muscles rippled under his skin.

“I thought I might find you out here.”

You looked over to see Klaus walking over to you, he was in a tux with his tie hung loosely around his collar. He looked good.

You were no longer afraid of him, you had realised he wasn’t going to hurt you.

“Horses are my favourite animal.” You replied as you stroked the horse gently.

“They are indeed beautiful creatures.” He spoke as he stood beside you and petted the horse softly.

“The only time my father ever got close to destroying me was when he killed my horse.” Klaus said and I looked up at his face, his eyes had glazed over and his jaw was clenched and for the first time I felt sorry for him.

“I’m sorry.” I said quietly and he snapped out of his angry gaze to look at me and his features softened.

“I’m sorry too love.”

“Sorry about what?” I questioned.

“About your father…” He trailed off and my forehead creased. “how do you know about my father?” I asked and he sighed and guiltily reached into his suit pocket. He pulled out my leather book and handed it to me.

“You dropped it the other night, and my curiosity got the better of me. I’m sorry.” He said as I snatched it from his grasp.

You felt yourself growing annoyed but you knew it wasn’t his fault.

“It’s okay, I would have done the same.” You murmur as you grasp onto it tightly.

He studies your forlorn face and felt bad about bringing up your father.

“I’m sure he was a good man.”

“He was.” You whisper as you pat the horse.

The two of you stood in silence as you attempted to blink away the tears threatening to surface.

“Would you like to go for a walk with me?” He asked quietly catching you off guard. You weren’t sure what to say, you knew this was wrong and if Elena found out she would hate you but something about him reeled you in, made you want to find out more about him.

“Ok.”

The two of you walked through the garden and made small talk.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you’re a cheerleader.” Klaus smirked causing you to blush. “Caroline introduced me to it.” You said and you didn’t notice his eyes lower at the mention of her name.

“And you also ran for Ms Mystic Falls in sophomore year.” He smirked and your embarrassment grew. “Caroline convinced me to do that as well.” You lied and his mischievous smirk grew even wider as he pulled out a piece of paper.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing it’s just here it says that ‘you’ve dreamed of being Ms Mystic Falls since you could remember, you planned to follow in your ancestors footsteps to being a role model for all the little young hopefuls of this town.” He grinned and you realised he had your entry form.

“How did you find that?” You stutter in embarrassment and he laughed.

“Let’s see oh hobbies it says, doing my hair, oh and fashion designing how exciting and being the football team’s good luck charm-”

“Give it back Klaus!” You groaned as he laughed and held it out of your reach as you tried to grab it.

“Let’s see favourite animal, bunnies! That’s cute.” He teases and you finally manage to rip it out of his hand. His face is red with laughter at your flustered state but you couldn’t help but let a small smile on your face.

It was then that you realised the two of you had ended up on the hill overlooking the Lockwood mansion. You spied an easel with a canvas on it at the very top of the hill. Klaus looked at you in confusion as you headed up without another word towards the painting.

You stared at it in awe, it wasn’t finished but it was beautiful. It was kind of an abstract depiction of the mansion and the stream. It was darker, more twisted.

“Do you like it?” Klaus asked.

“You did this?” You asked in disbelief and he nodded.

“It’s beautiful.” You murmured as you looked back at the painting and Klaus felt happier knowing you liked it.

“It’s so….” You trail off as you try to find the right word.

“So sad.” You murmured as you glanced at him and his face fell. “Like there’s all this built up pain and torture and suffering.” You whispered as you stared at him.

His eyes were glistening as he looked at you and you began to realise the dangerous feelings that had developed.

“I’m sorry, I should go, Elena’s probably looking for me.” You whispered before hurrying down the hill leaving Klaus alone.

You sighed as you rubbed your temples. You sat down on your bed and brushed your hair out of it’s ponytail. Suddenly the bell rang, you weren’t sure who it was. You were home alone as Elena had gone to Bonnie’s house. You’d been invited but felt to tired from your encounter with Klaus to go. You adjusted your pyjama pants and hurried down the stairs.

You pulled open the door but was greeted with empty air. You looked outside in confusion but there was no one to be seen. As you took a step your foot hit a parcel. You glanced down and cautiously picked up the box and envelope.

You looked around again to make sure no one was around before shutting the front door. You hurried up to your room and sat on your bed so you could open the parcel.

You gasped as you opened the box, inside was a beautiful bracelet. It was kind of antique looking but it was stunning, the bracelet was dotted with diamonds with a jewel encrusted heart hanging from it. You studied the heart and noticed the little engravings of swirls and patterns. It was beautiful.

Curiously you opened the envelope and pulled out the card.

“A token of my affections for you, sweetheart.” Was written in delicate swirly handwriting but it wasn’t signed. As you went to pick up the envelope a piece of paper fell out of it. You snatched it off the floor and carefully examined it.

On it was a beautiful drawing of a horse. You smiled as you studied the delicate sketching and detail. The initials N.M were signed at the bottom.

Niklaus Mikaelson.

As beautiful as this gesture was you couldn’t accept it, it was wrong. He was the enemy. You sighed and placed the bracelet back in the box and slid the card into the envelope. You were about to place the horse drawing back in but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it and placed it on your bedside table.

It had been a few days since you had last seen Klaus and since he had sent you those gifts. Elena had been frantic about this Mikaelson Ball that was happening tomorrow night. She begged you to come with her but you had just shrugged and said you hadn’t been invited.

The door bell rang again and you sighed pausing the tv and dragging yourself off the couch. You opened the door but no one was there.

You looked down to see a huge box and an envelope placed neatly on top of it. You already knew who this was from.

You heaved it up the stairs and luckily Elena wasn’t around to see it and begin asking questions. You ripped open the envelope and scoffed. It was an invitation to the Mikaelson Ball.

You turned it around to see the familiar swirly writing,

“I hope you save me a dance - Klaus”

You placed the envelope on your bed and undid the ribbon on the huge box and opened the lid. You let out an involuntary gasp at the beautiful dress neatly folded inside. Carefully you pulled it out and studied it, it was a beautiful colour and it flowed like a princess gown. The neckline was dotted with diamonds and you noticed that the flowing skirt part had encrusted diamontes throughout it. This was to much, you shuddered at the thought of how expensive this would have been.

“*yn*!” Elena called and you could hear her feet running up the stairs. Hurriedly you stuffed the dress into the box and shoved it under your bed just as she walked into your room.

“I was wondering if you- what’s that?” She asked when she saw the envelope in your hand. Shit.

“I uh got invited to the ball.” You say sheepishly.

“Oh thank god that means you’re coming right!”

“Actually, I think I’m going to skip this one Elena.” You sigh. You didn’t want to see Klaus again, it would just confuse you further. He was the enemy, Elena was trying to kill him. You couldn’t feel these things and you couldn’t see him again.

What you didn’t know was that Klaus had been listening outside the house, his teeth gritted at your response and he felt his heart tighten when he realised you had rejected him. He hadn’t felt like this for a long time, and he did not like it.

You were trying to do some of your homework, typing away on your computer. You glanced over at the box containing the dress for what must have been the hundredth time this past hour.

Maybe you should just try it- no you scolded yourself. You sighed and ripped your eyes away from the sparkling dress but soon enough you felt yourself looking at it again.

“Ugh this is ridiculous.” You mumble turning on your side so you couldn’t see it. Maybe just one more glance, you thought as you snuck another look. “Ok that’s it.” You mumble getting up and shoving it in your closet.

Out of sight, out of mind right?

Wrong. A few minutes later you were glancing at your closed wardrobe.

“Screw it.” You mutter chucking your laptop on the bed and hurrying over to closet. You strip down and carefully slide it over your body.

Woah. You looked at yourself in awe in the full body mirror you had in your room. You actually looked really pretty, but how did he know my size?

You sighed as you stared at yourself, a part of you was aching to go. Suddenly your phone buzzed and you looked to see you had gotten a text from Elena.

Elena: Please, please, please come. Things going down w/ originals and Esther. I need you.

That was all it took for you to decide to go and before you could change your mind you replied saying you’d be there as soon as you can. Now you had to do your makeup and hair. Before you dashed into the bathroom you looked at the box containing the bracelet and smiled.

You took a deep breathe as you parked outside the mansion. You can do this, you thought to yourself. You examined your makeup and curled hair in your car mirror before hopping out of the car. You showed your invitation to the security outside before walking inside.

You felt embarrassed being this late as you adjusted your hair one last time and touched the bracelet Klaus’ had given you before walking into the main hall. You hated to admit it but you were hoping to see Klaus.

“*yn*! Oh my god you look beautiful!” Elena gushes as she hurries over to you. “Thanks Elena, so do you.” You smile hugging her tightly.

Damon and Stefan wandered over and both complimented you causing you to smile. Elena began to talk about Esther and her plan to get rid of Klaus when a breath caught in your throat. Klaus was here, dancing. But with someone. With Caroline.

You looked at her and jealousy filled your body. She looked so much better than you, with her blonde hair in ringlets and a bun and you noticed she was even wearing a similar style of dress to you. It didn’t take long before it clicked that he had invited her in your place and had also given her a dress. You didn’t know why but tears began to form and you quickly blinked them away.

Klaus nearly tripped over when he saw you. You looked so beautiful in that dress but guilt quickly filled up his heart. You had seen him and Caroline and he could tell that you had figured it out. All to soon you were looking away and pretending you had seen nothing.

You were so stupid, so stupid to think that you could change him. Make him a good person because he cared about you. But of course he didn’t. What were you? You were just a human and he was an original vampire. Of course he would never be interested in you.

“Are you ok *yn*?” Elena asked worriedly.

“Uh yeah I just really need a drink.” You sniff before hurrying past her and towards the drinks table. The three of them exchange confused glances but let you be alone.

You sighed and walked over to the drinks table. You poured a shot and quickly downed it before an adult could reprimand you.

“Hey *yn*.” A voice spoke and you looked up to see Matt approaching you.

“Hey Matty.” You smiled softly. “You look beautiful.” He complimented.

“Thank you.” You replied, Matt could tell something was up with you straight away.

“You wanna dance?” He coaxed. You glanced at the shot glass then at Matt’s hand and nodded taking his hand in yours as he led you to the dance floor.

Soon Matt had you laughing and almost made you forget about Klaus. Almost. The two of you spun around the dance floor as couples judged you, neither of you were very co-ordinated and you both laughed loudly as you stepped on each others toes. But you didn’t care what other people thought of you.

Klaus glared at the two of you from across the ballroom in jealousy. He didn’t know why but he always seemed to get jealous when it came to the blonde haired jock.

You glared at Klaus and Caroline. The way they were smiling and dancing so prim and proper. Ugh. It was when he whispered something in your ear that you felt sick and you tore your gaze away from them.

“Thanks Matty.” You mumble abruptly ending the dance between you two.

“Where are you going?” Matt asked. “I- I just need some air.” You stammered before shoving past people to get outside and away from Klaus.

You inhaled as you stood on the balcony away from the loud party. You were so confused, one minute you thought you hated him the next minute you were getting jealous over him being with another girl. It was exhausting and frustrating and you’d had enough.

You could hear footsteps from behind and you sighed and swung around. “Matt I really don’t want to-” You cut yourself off as you see Klaus standing there.

“Talk right now.” You whispered as he walked towards you.

“*yn* I can explain.” He spoke and the use of your real name sounded strange rolling off his tongue.

“It’s ok you don’t need to, I get it.” You murmured and he looked at you in confusion.

“I’m just some stupid human right? Mortal and weak. Why would a thousand year old original vampire hybrid be interested in me.” You scoffed forcing a harsh laugh.

“Why would you be interested in me if you could have Caroline. A strong, beautiful and brave vampire.” You murmured.

“That’s not it-”

“Stop lying.” You hissed. “Why else would you just invite her and replace me?”

“It was because you said no that I invited her!” He bellowed. “It’s because I can’t stop thinking about you and I shouldn’t be. You’re right you are a human. And a powerful monster like me shouldn’t care for an innocent girl like you.” He whispered.

“I needed to get you out of my head but it didn’t work!” He yelled. “Even when I’m with her all I think about is you, your innocence, your beauty, your fire, everything.” He whispered and you stared at him as he spoke and you realised how close he was to you.

“You shouldn’t feel things for me.” He murmured his voice cracking.

“I’m a monster, you’re an angel. It isn’t supposed to work.”

“You know what they say right?” You ask and his silence gives you the go ahead to speak.

“Even good girls need a little bad in their life.”

With those words his blazing eyes locked with mine and for a moment I swear everything came to a stand still. Klaus and you were frozen in time just looking at each other. And then it sped up.

Suddenly his lips crashed to yours and you reacted instantly, your body moulding into his as his firm hands grip onto your waist. It was a passionate yet hasty kiss as you ran your hands through his hair as he backed you up against the balcony railing.

The two of you pull apart and try to catch your breathe.

“I can show you the world.” He whispered against your lips.

“Let me?” He continued and you stared at him for a moment before pressing your lips hastily to his hopefully given him the answer he desired.

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Childhood friends - Dunkirk Harry

Part One

Unknown number:
Little Lulu Lamb, is that you?

Lulu:
Who the hell is this?

Unknown number:
Your mum passed me your number.


Although the reply hadn’t exactly answered my question, I thought I might have known who it was, just because of the name. Little Lulu Lamb. It was something I hadn’t heard for years.
I scowled down to my phone, because although I’d taken a guess, I manged to talk myself out of it very quickly, since it had been years since we last spoke. He’d gone off and auditioned for The X Factor, and then the boy I’d grown up with just wasn’t around anymore. I hadn’t even seen him since, and I wasn’t sure it was because we’d just missed running into each other, or because we’d never really tried to see each other.
All I could think was that it couldn’t possibly be him.
Why would he bother getting in touch now?

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The signs as my favorite book quotes

Aries: “I’ll make a swing so I can reach the places I can’t yet.”

Taurus: “Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.”

Gemini: “it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”

Cancer: “Each time a breeze starts, I feel the air all the way through me.”

Leo: “Sometimes laughing or crying are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.”

Virgo: “Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it yet.”

Libra: “Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge you is yourself.”

Scorpio: “I don’t know a perfect person. I know flawed people who are still worth loving.”

Sagittarius: “I decided, as long as I’m going to hell, I might as well do it throughly.”

Capricorn: “Nothing worth while is ever easy. Remember that.”

Aquarius: “It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.”

Pisces: “it’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”

Alone Together: A Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Request from Anon: Hi I love all your Stiles Imagines they’re super cute! I was wondering, could ask for a Stiles Imagine based on “Alone together” by Fall Out Boy? Like Stiles is depressed about his break up with Malia and all the Donovan thing and the reader gets so angry about how is he treating himself and ends up confessing her feelings and his like “well shit It took you long” and they kiss, lots of fluff, etc ILY!! ♡♡

I’m sorry this has taken awhile, but I hope you like it x

I don’t know where you’re going,
But do you got room for one more troubled soul

You wanted to reach out to Stiles. More than anything, you wanted to be there for him. 

But he was pushing you away. 

After his break-up with Malia and the incident with Donovan, he was different. You noticed how his hazel eyes didn’t light up with the prospect of a new mystery to solve, how he moped around school like a stereotypical teenager, how his door was always shut. 

How he cut you out. 

“Stiles,” you knocked on his bedroom door, pleading for him to speak to you, “Stiles, come on. Talk to me.”

“Go away, Y/N. Go home.”

I don’t know where I’m going,
But I don’t think I’m coming home

Those two words made your heart sink. 

Stiles was all you had. Of course, you had the pack, but Stiles was the one person with whom you felt you shared a real connection with.

For one, you were both human. 

Secondly, you had both experienced heartbreak. 

And finally?

You were in love with him. Truly, deeply, irrevocably, unconditionally. 

Without Stiles by your side, you felt lost. You didn’t want to go home, not until you knew he was okay. 

”Stiles, I’m not leaving. Not until I know you’re okay.”

His door swung open. 

And I said, I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead
This is the road to ruin and we’re starting at the end

The sight broke you. 

Stiles’ hazel eyes, ones that were once full of life, were dark and murky. The puffy red rings around them told you he’d been crying. 

You wanted to pull him into your arms right there and then, but his expression told you not to.

Stiles’ face was like thunder. He wasn’t just upset, he was angry. Infuriated. At you. 

“I said go home Y/N,” he spoke quietly, which somehow made his anger all the more frightening. 

“No.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said no, Stiles. I’m not leaving you. Not like this.”

You found yourself standing your ground as Stiles inched towards you, his dark eyes meeting yours. 

You were pretty sure the whole of Beacon Hills were able to hear the fight that ensued. Shouts were heard, and insults were thrown. 

“Just go, Y/N.”

“Not until you start treating yourself like you deserve to.”

“Why the hell do you care?”

“Because I love you.”

It was silent after that. Stiles looked at you, cocking his head to the side, as you mentally cursed yourself for saying it out loud. For the first time. 

“What did you just say?”

You might as well just go with it now.

“You heard me. I’m not leaving you Stiles because I love you. I have for the past two years, and you wanna know why? Because you are the most amazing person in the world, the best friend anyone could have, and you shouldn’t been beating yourself up. So if you wanna be alone, that’s fine. But you’ll have to be alone with me. Because I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever. I love you, Stiles Stilinski.”

You let out a sigh of relief as Stiles’ eyes brightened, and returned to their usual hazel. He smiled, his dimples showing. 

“It took you long enough.”

And then he took one final step forward, and pressed his lips against yours.

Say, yeah
Let’s be alone together

At first, you were in shock. 

Stiles was kissing you. Actually kissing you. His hands were pressed against your cheeks, and his body was pressed against yours. 

It was everything you had ever wanted. 

Soon, the shock dissolved into pure elation, as you realised what was happening. 

You began to kiss back, revelling in the way his lips fit yours. A perfect match. 

But there was still one question you had. 

Pulling away, you looked Stiles in the eyes. 

”I’m guessing this means you feel the same way?”

”Well, obviously,” sarcasm dripped from Stiles’ words. You smiled. Stiles was back. 

”I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”

We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your lungs

It was at school the next day when it really sunk in. 

When it hit you that Stiles loved you.

You were sitting in the library, and you felt the blush rise to your cheeks, unable to stop yourself from smiling. 

Lydia looked up at you. 

“Somebody looks happy.”

“You could say that.”

Before she had the chance to ask what had happened to bring on such a fantastic mood, she caught you looking over her shoulder. 

Turning to look in the same direction, she saw Stiles. He was smiling at you, his cheeks a similar shade of pink to yours. 

It didn’t take her long to realise. 

But she didn’t say anything. 

She didn’t say anything as he walked over. She didn’t say anything as he took a seat next to her best friend. She didn’t say anything as he placed a hand on your cheek, and kissed you lightly, before you rested your head on his shoulder. 

Instead, she acted as if nothing had changed. 

She didn’t need to be a banshee, a psychic, anything like that, to know that the feelings between you and Stiles were mutual. That they always had been. 

When you and Stiles had gone to get lunch, holding hands as if you were never going to let go of each other, she whispered one single word.

“Finally.”

Finally, her best friends were happy.

Flutter - Ch.1

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut (eventually)
Word count: 1629


“No! You can’t be serious?!” You groaned in exasperation at your friend.

“I am perfectly serious, Eunmi.” Jieun smiled sweetly, like she didn’t just drop a metaphorical bomb on you, and continued digging into the ice cream in front of her. “You asked for help and I delivered!”

“Out of all the people you know, it had to be him?!” You whined, burying your face into your hands.

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anonymous asked:

18 nurseydex

18.  “I think you’re beautiful.”

So I’m going to try to keep these short (try being the operative word–I’ve never been great at brevity when it comes to writing fic)


“Derek, have you seen my tie?” Will shouts out as he steps out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

“I thought you draped it over the baseboard?” Derek replies, his voice coming from one of the kids bedrooms–he can’t tell which.

“I did, but now it’s not there,” Will says, walking toward the sound of his voice, peeking into each room as he passes it.

Derek grunts.  “Walter, would you please–I just need to get this shirt on,” he says, sounding wholly exasperated.  But then again, a morning spent trying to wrangle four kids under the age of eight into appropriate clothes for a wedding–and then keeping them on–would do that to you.

Will steps into Walter and Greg’s shared room.  Greg is seven, and he’s sitting on his bed, glaring at Derek (Greg made his displeasure at being forced to attend very clear several days ago).  Walter is five, and currently only has underwear on as he tries to squirm away from Derek, who looks calm, but Will can see the strain in his eyes.

Will smiles, and takes pity on his husband.  “Derek, why don’t you go finish getting ready.  I’ll deal with this,” he says, placing a kiss on his cheek (which earns a snort of disgust from Greg).

“But you’re not finished getting ready,” Derek protests, stumbling slightly as Walter makes another attempt at escaping his arms.

Will raises an eyebrow.  “At least I’m in nice pants and a dress shirt.  You’re still wearing sweats.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Will mimics teasingly.  “Not to say that you don’t look good even in sweatpants.  I think you’re beautiful no matter what you’re wearing.”

“Ugh, gross!  Daddy stop it!” Greg groans, flopping backward onto his bed.

“Your dad isn’t being gross, he’s being very sweet,” Derek says, leaning over and pecking Will on the lips.

“Why are you guys like this?” Greg complains.

“It’s what people who love each other do,” Will shrugs.  “You see it with your uncles all the time.”

“I’m never going to be like that,” Greg replies insistently.

“Give it time buddy,” Will says, chuckling to himself as he walks over to pat Greg’s head.

“Um–” Derek utters and Will turns around and sighs.  Walter has escaped his grip, and across the hall, he can see that Maria has managed to pull her dress most of the way over her head.

“I’ll get Walter, you handle Maria,” Will says.

“We’re going to be late,” Derek responds.

“I doubt Ransom and Holster are going to mind much,” Will says.  “In fact, they might even be late to their own wedding.  I’m sure Christian is giving them hell–you remember what two year olds are like.”

“Please don’t.  I’m trying to block that out of my memory.”

“I’m just saying they’ll understand,” Will says as they both step out into the hallway.  “At least now half of our kids we can trust to stay dressed while we chase the other half around.”

“Yeah, well, let’s try not to give Greg any ideas,” Derek replies, and they both laugh.

@gifsourcefed made a little post detailing about how she felt about all the hosts and I thought it would be a good way to show my appreciation as well! 

My story is pretty much like every others, I started way back in 2012, right around the time of the fall, and from then on my life was forever changed. SourceFed has always been my home, some place I could leave for a bit and then come back and things were a little different, like the furniture had changed around and maybe we got some new members, but it was still home, it still had the heart and the love that I always remembered.

Lee Newton, the sweetest, funniest, dinosaur loving woman I’ve ever seen. I connected with her Make-A-Wish story and being sick and having surgeries all the time as a kid with my own past being similar, and from then on she felt like a new mom, one complete with hilarious voices and a bright smile.

Joe Bereta, the dad I wish I had, so athletic and fearless, and Joe knew how to tell a story like nobody else, I always wanted to learn how to tell a story like Joe Bereta, even if he did almost die in half of them.

Elliott Morgan, the dry humored, silly guy who had the tendency to go a little dark, Elliott was filled with endless talent and entertainment, there truly was nobody like Elliott Morgan, and never will be. 

Steve Zaragoza, this silly, joyous, funny, fantastic man. I love Stee, even when I disagree with him, because Steve is so magical, so special in the way he exudes happiness. Zabagoobler has always been the kind of guy I wanted to be friends with.

Trisha Hershberger, this small, dramatic, tech loving woman. I love Trisha Hershberger. Trisha reminded me of myself, in drama and wanting to be an actress, and so very tiny and optimistic and loved games and technology. Trisha is the sweetest little lady, and I know she’s going to be a fantastic mother.

Meg Turney, this red haired force of nature. Meg was hot and quick and full of life, so casually cool and fun it almost hurt. Meg seemed so effortless in everything, like that being that amazing was just easy. She made being a nerd girl in a t-shirt be hot.

Ross Everett, although far from a favorite of mine personally, always added a little spice. I actually did come to miss him when brought up the last few days, missing the dynamic he had, and I think that’s how Ross shined: he was good with people, good with bouncing off of them, good at creating a fun energy and a good time. I could only hope to have that much energy as Ross.

And then came our first round of newbies. Admittedly, these are probably my favorite hosts, ones I connected with the most.

William Haynes, the unpredictable, creative, wild Naruto Shippuden loving boy. I had a crush on Will when he first popped up on Anime Club. Will was awkward, but well spoken and characteristic, and funny? Will was so funny. And he changed, right before our own eyes, Will went from this awkward boy, to this amazing, cool, funny man. Will showed me that even in the void, you can always find the light at the of the Tunnel (Vision). Speaking of Anime Club…

Reina Scully, this small, beautiful Asian woman. God do I love Reina Scully. Reina was small, just like me, and loved anime, and was actually pretty disgusting and lewd, in the best of ways, things that I was afraid of showing, but Reina brought me out of my shell. Reina is by far my favorite host, coming into her own from sitting quietly at TableTalks to yelling to my favorite soft chicken boy. Never did I have to think about liking Reina, because she was so likeable right from the moment she popped up. Somebody else that brought me out of my shell?

Sam Bashor, meek and sweet in the beginning, now a still sweet, but amazing man who is so full of ideas and passion that he seems like he’s going to burst. Sam was also somebody I had a crush on, the old Doctor Who outfits were so charming, and the privilege of seeing Sam (and Will) grow from boys my age to these incredibly talented men who are living their dreams and their passions, has always given me hope and something to strive for, that you can change but still be yourself at heart, especially if deep down you’re actually just the Flash.

Matthew Lieberman, this boy! God I love Matt. It was so popular to dislike Matt, but I loved him. I love the crazy stories Matt always brought to the table, and he always knew how to tell them, the details and specifics, and in story reactions almost unbelievable and amazing. And cooking! The man can cook. Amazingly so. I’m so upset we never got to see more of Matt’s skills, and that SourceFeed is never going to happen now. And on top of that, an actor and a writer? Matt is so talented, and I especially loved him on Nuclear Family.

Around late 2014 early 2015 I fell off SF, but not for long. I came back home, just like always, and there were even more new hosts. 

Bree Essrig, this feminist fireball, Bree is everything I wish I could be. Talented, outspoken, funny, beautiful. Bree is the complete package, topped with hair just as fiery as she is. Bree’s skills were brought to the forefront on Nuclear Family, and not getting to see those anymore makes me so sad. God damn do I love Bree Essrig. Know who else I love?

Maude Garrett. Maude. Fucking. Garrett. When Maude Garrett enters a video, enters a single frame, this is Maude’s show now. Maude brings the light to the room, draws all the attention in with that tall blonde Australianness that only she could exude, somehow contained in a Star Wars dress. Maude is so ridiculously funny, you might as well just sit back and let her go at it. The dynamic with Sam is so amazing, so perfect, lightning in a bottle that could never be recreated. I can’t wait for the Smaudecast.

Steven Suptic. This soft chicken boy. This boy grew on me. I watched SPF for Reina, she’d always been my favorite, and now she did games? Full time? Hell fucking yeah I was in. But then this boy came in. This weird white boy with greasy hair who said all the wrong things. I don’t know how long I wouldn’t watch a video that didn’t feature somebody else that involved Suptic. But somewhere along that way, that boy got a haircut, and I’m pretty sure some new glasses, and eventually found his voice and his stride, and GOD do I love Steven Suptic. Suppy is a grower, somebody that’s so bombastic you’re off-put by him. But then you watch more, and you realize that boy that jokes around all the time? Is sentimental, and kinda sweet, even if he still says the wrong things sometimes, but now it’s a little bit endearing, especially if his dick is just, y’know. Out.

I was pretty consistent with keeping up from now until the end, and luckily, I’d already been keeping up with a few of the new hosts.

Ava Gordy, a sweet, funny, short haired lady with legs more bendable than I thought possible. Ava’s been somebody I knew since 2012 as well, I saw a video she did for Taylor’s Swift’s “RED” album reviewing it, and had been watching “HALT, I am Ava.” ever since. Seeing Ava here was a surprise, a good one, Ava’s talents finally having the coolest of platforms I could think of to be shown off. Ava is funny, her timing and storytelling impeccable. Ava Gordy is a masterpiece.

Mike Falzone, this sweet, funny man was also somebody I knew, having been around the YouTube block, knowing of Tonjes and Gunnarolla. Mike was like Steve, hilariously funny, always doing something to get a laugh, and this man is so genuine it seems almost impossible. Mike is so sweet, so good to this world, and so funny on top of it all. The world does not deserve the Calzone, but we get to enjoy him anyways.

Candace Carrizales. Oh Candy. Candace is someone that took the most to grow on me. Her humor is so different from the others, her demeanor so unexpected from this office that’s known to be out of this world loud and exuberant. Not Candy. Candy’s just hear to be here, and have a good time, and to give a laugh. I wish I could’ve appreciated Candace sooner, seeing her grown more comfortable and more into her voice and comedy has been amazing, and I wanted nothing but to see her more, considering she’s made me laugh so much in the last few months than I ever expected.

Yessica Hernandez-Cruz, God damn do I love this lady. Yessica and Will were dynamite, bouncing off each other, feeling like the PBL duo to SFN’s Maude and Sam, it was impossible to not smile seeing these two do magic together. Yessica on her own, is even more magical, proud of who she is and unapologetic, and holy shit can Yessica make me laugh. I’m going to miss Yessica, but I have hope for the PBL trio, considering John’s promises. Speaking of…

John Ross, I love this man. John is somebody I want to hang out with, to teach me all that he knows about food and camera work and everything he’s familiar with. John has such an aura about him, so friendly and positive, John is the calming member of this amazing trio, just wanting to spend time with his friends and have a good time and make amazing content. John Ross is a gift.

Whitney Moore, another gift, was the perfect person for Nerd. Whitney was a slightly familiar face, and she felt just so right to be there. Whitney brought a cool meal edge to the channel, her slightly darker tones of interest so contrasted with her bright and bubbly personality. I always smiled when Whit was on screen, so funny and cool, ready to take on the world. 

Filup Molina, the biggest surprise for me, was just on Nerd one day. Just hanging out. And I’m glad that he did, that hat wearing, funny boy. Filup’s always been slightly out of place for me, in the best way, his references falling on deaf ears because they didn’t make sense to others, jokes that the viewer caught going unnoticed by others, I loved him. Filup was a breath of fresh air for the channel, a sparkling gem that I feel not many noticed.

Aside from the hosts, I wanted to note a few BTS staff:

Rickey Mizuno, handsome, talented Rickey boy, beautiful behind the camera and in front of it. This man exudes charisma, and we didn’t get to see him nearly enough. Dani Rosenberg, the HBIC, funny and badass, Dani was one of my favorites to see. She really made SF what it was, and I want to see her do more awesome shit. Sophia Lorena, that curly haired beauty, dealing with Will’s shit every day was truly a lot for her to deal with, and I think for that alone we should be praising her. Also, have you seen her blog? Sophia’s amazing. Starline Hodge, the beautiful, talented graphic designer, Star’s vlogs and art have never not caused me to smile. Star was always subtle in things, but I always wanted more of her. And Audrey Davy, hearing Reina scream her name in SPF videos was always hilarious, and seeing her in Phil’s vlogs and in the Drunk Co-Workers series confirmed that Audrey is a dime a dozen, hardworking and sweet, Audrey was one of my favorites always.

To all of those in this list, and on staff, thank you for these 5 years. They were wonderful, and funny, and God, I will never forget them or the people that made them. And I will never forget the amazing community that thrived from it. I love every single one of you. 

See you, you hot little daddy’s.

Draco was slouched against the back wall of the cell when he heard her.   They’d had to put him in a cell by himself because the other Death Eaters blamed his family for their loss and saw him as a convenient target.  Alone, bruised and hungrier than he could ever remember being, but no one was physically hurting him anymore so he’d settled down to wait for either a trial - unlikely - or for the victors to just shove him into Azkaban without one.

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I have to take something off my chest, it’s real quick. For me if there weren’t any feelings of a romantic nature from Sherlock’s side no way Molly would have asked him to say IT first. No fucking way, either she would have sensed he was in danger and would bring herself to say it reluctantly. That would have probably been the end of their friendship as it were or she would have hung up, feed up of their history and bye boy bye. I know that during S1 the writers wanted to frame her as having a crush and I know unrequited love exists and is valid. But Molly is a character that sees something, honestly we have no idea how perceptive she is, i.e.to what extent and how she works it out. And let’s not get started with all the scenes that play out off screen. And the ongoing ambiguities. The Unknown suggests there are reasons, sensible reasons, for Molly to see that Sherlock has something for her but she never ever pushed him, she might expect it from him -xmas gift/dinner?solve crimes?/is that your gf’s phone?- because she likes/loves Sherlock therefore he’s likable/lovable and she sees *something*, but there are boundaries and that phone-call erased the hell out of that line. *for me* she asked him because,

  1. “oh if it’s so fucking easy, go on you do it first and let’s see how effortless and simple it is to say those words” and
  2. “well now that we’re here, let me hear you say it, you go first, don’t suggest, say the words. I want to know if i’m wrong or not” and 
  3. “you are not going to be smooth and all if you knew that these words mean to you”.

That was the 11th hour, *for me* the moment of Truth, pure and simple, and she’s going to get it from him. The first time he says ILY she’s not shocked “you moron so this is how you were going to say it” because yeah *for me* she kinda knew how he felt for her and he had, although barely, passed her test. But that’s not enough. For the second time, the YLU is not only meant it’s revealed. The first one was real but the second one was different. He didn’t just love her now, he has always longed for her, longed for it, and I’m pretty sure several flashbacks went into her head, that she pondered like fanvideos. As in, all this time, after all these years, she was right? 


There is this quote, that for the life of me cannot get out of my head and I don’t really know why, I can’t work it out so I might need your help. It’s from ACD The Devil’s Foot, in which btw SH lets a murderer loose because of personal ethics.

“I have never loved. But if I did, and if the woman I had loved had met with such an end, I might act even as our lawless lion-hunter has done.” 

It’s under read more because it’s in the back of my head whenever I think about the coffin scene and I can’t make a proper connection; ugh. 

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Hey fam, remember when I said I was going to set up a mail box so you guys could send me all the weird and wonderful romance/erotica (and other) books you find and don’t know what else to do with? Well guess who finally got their shit together.

That’s right the planets have aligned and my house is probably about to sink into a swirling hell vortex, but at least now you can write to me at:

Joy Demorra
# 250
2038 Ford Parkway
Saint Paul
MN 55116

I know this was primarily going to be set up for you to mail me books to review and add to my Collection™ but a few people have asked me if they can also send a few other things as well. To which the answer is yes you can send me other things you think I might like, but with one stipulation: Don’t be creepy. I swear to god if I have to open another box with a severed finger in it in my lifetime I will not be happy, so please, don’t do that.

And just so we’re absolutely clear: candy/tea/trinkets/books good, body parts bad. (I’m looking at you @vampireapologist 👈👀👈👁)

I look forward to all the weird wonderful shit that’s about to enter my life ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

This whole introverted, bad at relationships thing is super inconvenient when I need someone to talk to. Someone I could call up to vent to. Or ask if we can meet somewhere and relax or whatever. Super, super inconvenient……