i was sane before

In a world fraught with political turmoil, at least there is


Tangled Before Ever After airs March 10th at 8:00 PM
Tangled: The Series airs March 24th at 7:30 PM

And this is what I’m going to be spending my time looking forward to for the next five and a half weeks.

World Behind My Wall

Jughead x Reader

The reader has built up walls around her heart, but Jughead is determined to break them down. Based on the requested song: World Behind My Wall by Tokio Hotel

Warnings: Mentions of abusive parenting, homelessness

Wordcount: 2,775

A/N: I’m a terrible person.

they’re telling me

it’s beautiful

i believe them

but will I ever know

Dreams are a funny thing. They either show you what you want to see, or something you never want to experience. You weren’t exactly sure where Jughead Jones fit into the equation, but he was there nonetheless.

You hadn’t known Jughead that long either, truth be told you’ve only had one, maybe two conversations with him about schoolwork, but your brain must have taken a liking to him because every night, there he was.

It was the same every night. You and him would be looking up at the stars, and he would lift his hand and point to the brightest one.

‘That one was made for you,’ he would say, ‘the light in the darkness.’

I couldn’t seem to keep ahold of anything else from the dream, except that moment.

You didn’t really mind being asleep all that much, it was better than being awake.

A part of you felt like it was fate, that maybe these dreams were because you were connected spiritually or maybe you were even soul mates.

Or then it also might just be because you’re sleeping where he was just a few weeks ago. That’s right, you were homeless. Well, you could probably go stay with your aunt and uncle, but they lived all the way across town, and you would have to go to a different high school and that was not an option. Rumour had it is that Jughead was staying under the stairs for a while after the drive-in closed, until he went to go live with his best friend Archie. It seemed too perfect that your parents had to be assholes at the exact same time an abandoned place opened up right in the middle of the school.

Not even a day after Jughead had gotten all of his stuff out, you moved in.

It had been a long time coming, though, even you had to admit. Your parents weren’t the best, always out late, always working, always drinking. They never seemed to be sober anymore, always ignoring their real problems. They had probably cheated on each other so many times they lost count. They were emotionally abusive, picking on you for every little thing you did wrong in their eyes. Only problem was, you never knew which version of a parent you were going to get, so it was impossible to please them all the time. You had started staying out later to avoid them, your grades dropped to B’s and C’s instead of A’s because of your busy schedule, and when you came home with a tattoo on your 18th birthday that you had been talking about for the past three years,  they about lost their shit, and said that they didn’t know you anymore. They said if that’s the way you were going to repay them for everything they had done for you then you might as well leave, so you did.

You didn’t have very many friends, at least none that you were extremely close to that you could ask to stay with as you just genuinely tried to be nice to everyone, and you very well didn’t want to live on the streets, so the school closet it was. It was four walls, and that’s all you needed.

You woke up early, just like every day for the past two weeks, to shower and get dressed before the rest of the school arrived. You stop your alarm clock for the 5th time and drag yourself out of bed. You grab your shampoo and towel and open the door. You’re still rubbing your eyes, when you run face first into a wall.

You step back to orientate yourself, when you realize that there wasn’t a wall there, there never had been. You open your eyes all the way to see none other than Jughead Jones staring back at you.

“Uhm.. hi.” is all you manage to mutter out, not sure what to do. You’re basically a deer in the headlights.

“Who are you?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“I’m (Y/N), the new homeless person living under the stairs! Didn’t you hear? The front desk is renting it out, 10 bucks a night!” you exclaim, trying to make light of the situation. Making fun of yourself and laughing at things is how you’ve learned to deal with everything, because as long as people were laughing with you they wouldn’t be laughing at you. (Y/N) was your name and sarcastic humor was your game.

“What?” he asks, not really getting the joke.

“I’m Harry Potter, I’m living the dream, pretend you never saw me.” you tell him, turning towards the showers to try to make a speedy exit.

“Oh no you don’t.” Jug says, grabbing your arm before you make it too far, “I know this routine all too well.”

“What routine?” you play dumb. You were a very observant person, always listening to things happening around you. Archie and his gang were famous around here, or at least that’s what it seemed like. You couldn’t help it if you got to school early every day to avoid your parents and just so happened to overhear his conversation with Archie about his living situation. It was all timing and coincidences.

“Are you living here?” he asks, an odd look of concern in his eyes.

“Yeah, the last guy couldn’t keep up with rent, so I thought it was a steal.” you joke, cracking a small smile.

He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you, no smile. It’s completely silent in the hall, and you swear that if a pin dropped, you would be able to hear it. Your smile disappears.

“All right, all right, I get it. ‘But (Y/N) can’t you go home? Don’t you have family? It would be so much better if you could just get along with your parents,’” you mimic, “I don’t have time for this. I have to shower before the sane people who get to wake up at normal times start arriving.” you tell him, finally taking your arm away from his grip.

You walk away from him, not turning around, because you know that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from telling him everything.

That night you lay down to sleep, hoping that he will be there to greet you.

one day i will be

ready to go

see the world behind my wall

Lunch time was the only time you could be alone. You enjoyed the time, being able to sit and observe others, make up stories about what’s going on in their minds. You always imagined that their lives were actually put together. You loved to daydream. Sometimes you would sit and observe and daydream about having a best friend, someone to rely on. Of course, you had a few friends, you were nice to everyone, but you were always someone’s second choice. All of your friends seemed to have better best friends. A best friend and a not shit family was the most prominent thought in your mind, and so that’s what your daydreams consisted of.

You pick at your food, unable to eat most of it from the cafeteria. You had been getting free meals since you can remember, your parents not bothering to fill out any paperwork. The school just assumed you were poor, but it was food, so you couldn’t complain.

You’re in the middle of making up a story for a couple sitting on a blanket under a tree when a figure appears in front of you, casting a shadow over your face and blocking the view.

“Hey, this is quality TV, what are you doing?” you tease, motioning for them to move. Only when your eyes move up to meet theres do you realize that it’s Jughead Jones.

You roll your eyes, managing to smile slightly at the look he’s giving you. It’s almost like he was a disappointed, concerned husband.

He didn’t say anything, only sat down and started to eat his lunch. Since he didn’t respond you just kind of stare at him, and then look around to see if any of his friends are in this lunch period, and sure enough: Betty and Ronnie, Archie, and Kevin are all there.

So why was Jughead sitting with you?

Maybe he just wanted to be nice, because after all, he did just discover you the other day living in a closet in the school. This was probably his way of trying to be nice to you or something, so you let it pass. It was probably nothing in his eyes anyway.

At least, that’s what it seemed like for the first day.

Every day for a month, Jughead would come and sit by you. He wouldn’t say a word, he would just sit at lunch to keep you company. He also didn’t tell anyone about your living situation. He didn’t report it to the school, and he certainly didn’t tell his friends. Every now and again they would look over at where you were sitting with Jug and you knew they were probably talking about you both, but oddly enough you didn’t care.

Every night for that same month, Jughead would appear in your sleep.

‘That one was made for you,’ he would say about the star, ‘the light in the darkness.’

It was getting cooler out, and on a nice autumn day you had decided to finally ask him why.

Why did he sit with you?

You got to the table a little early that day, the crummy food from the cafeteria getting cold on your tray already. You anxiously look around, pulling your sleeves down over your hands.

You watch the same couple from under the tree, making up a new story than the one from yesterday and the day before. A familiar figure soon blocked your view.

“Hey, this is quality TV.” you would always say, his cue to sit down across from you, which is exactly what he did.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, picking over your tray once more.

You finally glance up, only to see him looking back at you. Did he always do that?

“So.. uhm..” you start, unsure of what to say. You’d been daydreaming about telling him for so long now that it was the real deal you weren’t exactly sure how to say it.

He just  looks at you with expectant eyes, his mouth pinned in the straight line it always was. His hair curled perfectly underneath his signature beanie.

“Why are you sitting with me?” you blurt out, flinching at your own words. Your voice didn’t sound like yours at this time of day, you rarely use it.

“Hm?” he questions, raising his eyebrows.

“Why have you been sitting with me all this time? For the past month you’ve come here every day and just sat with me, not saying anything, I might add, and for what? Your friends are right over there, why sit with me?” you ramble, trying to avoid eye contact. Despite sitting with him every day you really didn’t know anything about him.

“I figured you might need some company. Someone to talk to, when you were ready. I figured, why keep thinking about it, when I could just do it? So I did.” he states plainly.

You’re speechless for a minute, not sure of how to respond. Your normal humor wouldn’t work, that seemed like such a genuine response.

“Well, I think I’m ready.” you say, finally looking in his eyes. You weren’t sure, but you were almost positive that you could see a hint of a smile playing on his lips as you both took a sigh of relief.

i’m ready to heal

i’m ready to feel

You tell Jughead everything. You tell him about your parents, your non-existent friends. Hell, you even tell him about the struggles of living in a cabinet under the school.

He just nods, listening to everything. He doesn’t judge, and seems to show interest in every detail of your woes.

When you are finally finished, he just looks at you for a minute, blinks a few times, and says, “Let me take you to Pop’s after school.”

You couldn’t say no, it’s not like you had any real obligations to attend to after school.

You smiled, excited at the possibility of an actual dinner.

The bell rings before you can respond.

He meets you out front right at the end of school, a smile on his lips as you walk down the steps.

“For a minute I thought you wouldn’t come.” he says as you begin the trail to Pop’s.

“And miss food? Are you insane?” you say with a chuckle. Your arms are swinging lightly in the wind, feeling free as you’re not confined to the small four walls you were used to.

He just smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets, his shoulder bag behind his back. He starts kicking rocks along the road, trading off and even letting you kick some.

This continues the entire way there, giggling and laughing like you haven’t done in years.

In no time your at Pop’s, ordering burgers  and milkshakes.

“I have a question.” you say, getting his attention. He has his laptop out, typing away.

“Hm?” he raises his eyebrow, the cue to continue talking.

“How did you know?” you look him dead in the eyes, the question burning in the air.

“I had a dream about it. About someone under the stairs. A girl. You.” he states, glancing up for only a moment, “I had to at least go check.” he admits.

“Why though? Why not just push the dream aside?” you wonder, seeing if you can get him to admit anything else.

“It would nag at me if I didn’t. And if I was wrong, I could move on. If I was right, which I was, I might add, then I knew that the universe was probably trying to tell me something.” he breathes out, the last part of the sentence so soft and airy you can barely make out the words.

Suddenly you get an idea. It’s crazy, and probably a little insane, but you have to try.

“Come with me.” you say, sliding out of the booth and grabbing his arm, just like he did to you the first time you had an encounter.

You lead him outside, back down the path and onto the football field, racing him. He is surprisingly fast, able to keep up with you. When you reach the field you turn to face him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, breathless. You were honestly surprised he keeps putting up with your antics.

“Just wait.” you say, releasing his arm and going over to the light box. You flip the switch, turning all the jumbo lights off, revealing the starry night above you.

“I’ve always wanted to see what this looked like for real.” you say as you walk back over to him.

He looks up at the sky, then back at you, and in this moment you know that you are going to tell this boy everything. You’re going to feel and you’re going to heal again because of Jug. You admit to yourself that you like him, but if you were being honest with yourself you knew you always had. You couldn’t deny it any longer.

“You see that?” he asks, pointing to the brightest star in the sky.

You nod as he takes your hands, making your heart skip a beat.  

“That one was made for you,” he says, “the light in the darkness.”

You nearly have a heart attack at the words, speechless to say or do anything.

“What?” is all you can manage.

“(Y/N), you’ve been the highlight of my day for the past month, just sitting there and looking at you looking at everyone else. You were a mystery, and you still are, but somehow I feel like I’ve known you for a lifetime. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner, that I didn’t see you sooner.” he says, one hand going to cup your cheek, “Please, come stay with me.”

You lean into him, a huge smile on his face.

“Jug, I-” you begin, but he stops you by placing a kiss on your lips, bringing you close to his body.  You feel safe, you feel loved, and you know that no matter what anyone says, the universe is somehow trying to tell you something.

You just hope you can remember that when you wake up.

Tag list: @always-chocolate @theselfishllama @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @idle-lanes @xbobaaa @juneb

For a Long Time Looking at Stars - Chapter 31
By Organization for Transformative Works


Shane wakes up to Sophia eating toast in bed, leaving crumbs all over the sheets and he rolls over only to be covered In toast crumbs and his face bumps the plate and it just happens to be where some salmonberry jam dropped and he gets it on his nose. Sophia looks at him and giggles and leans over and licks it off..suddenly she panics…MORNING BREATH!!! She gets up and runs to the bathroom spilling the juice she had resting against her leg…soon the juice puddles in the bed and Shane is left there to gather the sheets so it doesn’t soak the mattress. Sophia comes back out so confused because Shane is tangled in the sheets looking like he is wearing a toga. Awkward.Then he smashes a pizza pocket all over his jeans as he clumsily shoves it in his pocket during a mind fart.

Joker Imagine - Quit *song inspired*

Author’s Note: This was requested and the imagine is based on Ariana Grande and Cashmere Cat’s song ‘Quit. I got a few ideas but I think that this one fits the song the best (??).  

Originally posted by 50daysformy-suicide

Your P.O.V.

After spending some quality time in Arkham Asylum for a few months, I was finally free. How did I get there? I was Joker’s girlfriend. I was always by his side on heists blah blah blah and people saw me as the devil. One night Batman saw me outside. I was just taking a walk because I was upset after a fight with J.Long story short, Batman caught me and sent me to the looney bin.

They gave me pills, needles, therapy and a lot of different shit that made me sane. I wasn’t so sure but they trusted me enough to let me go. I didn’t have a place to go nor a job. My family didn’t want to see me but I had a friend who let me stay at her place. So here I was at Kiara’s place in Gotham city. I was supposed to be happy but I wasn’t. Things were so boring.

‘’So um’’ Kiara broke the silence and looked at me. I was sitting on her brown couch. I had been staring out of the window for ten minutes. ‘’Yeah?’’ I faced my friend who was probably a little worried to have me here. ‘’Are you like..100% sane now?’’ She asked me slowly and sat down next to me. She had her brown hair in a ponytail and her green eyes were a little glossy. Had she been crying?

‘’I guess so’’ I shrugged and looked at the paper on the coffee table. It said that I was sane.They also gave back my other belongings such as my phone. It was loading on the floor since I hadn’t used it for a few months. Damn I felt so empty. I knew that something was missing. Why didn’t J come for me?

‘’Do you want to talk about it?’’ Kiara questioned me curiously. I knew she wanted to hear all the details of my crazy life. SHe was probably curious about Joker as well. ‘’Sure, what do you want to know?’’ I sighed but quickly tried to fix my behaviour with a smile. I mean she was the only person who offered to take me in for a while. Even my family hates me.

‘’We met at his club. He saw me and wanted to talk. I had been yelling at a pervert who grabbed my ass. Joker was impressed by my courage and then he shot the guy in the leg’’ I started explaining how my life turned from good to a rollercoaster of violence and chaos, but also love. I knew I wasn’t supposed to think about J like that anymore, but I wasn’t sure what to think. 

‘’He shot someone for you?’’ Kiara gasped. Oh boy she had no idea what he had done for me. If I told her everything, she’d probably get a heartattack. ‘’I guess so. Anyway we went for a ride and I was really scared. Turns out he wasn’t a douche towards everyone and to be honest he was nice. We uh..’’ I stopped in my tracks. How could I just tell her that I willingly jumped into chemicals?

‘’Did you guys have sex?’’ Kiara raised her eyebrow. She seemed a little disgusted of the thought of her best friend fucking a killer clown. ‘’Yes but not that night. He took me to a factory and I kinda jumped into chemicals which is the reason for my weird skin’’ I put my actions into words. I was a little drunk so I didn’t doubt jumping into the bath of acid. Kiara’s green eyes widened and she seemed a little scared.

‘’Jesus Y/N’’ She breathed out and then looked at my skin closely. Just then my phone started ringing. Our eyes met and my heart skipped a beat. ‘’I’ll get it’’ Kiara offered kindly and grabbed my phone. Once she saw the screen she turned pale. I snitched my phone away quickly and my thoughts were confirmed. The caller ID was Mistah J. My hands started trembling now.

‘’Y/N don’t answer him’’ Kiara barked angrily. ‘’He’s just going to take you back and suffocate you. Please don’t’’ She begged as tears stung her eyes. If I picked up, Kiara would hate me. Would I regret it? ‘’Fuck’’ I cursed and then felt how my body was trembling. I wanted to be in his arms but now I had a chance to live a normal life. He was a bad guy but deep inside I knew I liked that.

‘’Y/N i swear to-’’ Kiara started but I was quicker. I answered J and pressed the phone against my ear. Kiara stood up and backed away. ‘’H-Hi?’’ I spoke nervously because it was quiet. Then I heard him ,after months of missing him. ‘’Y/N..daddy misses you. I need you to come home’’ He growled but he didn’t sound angry. My breath hitched in my throat and tears started falling down my face. I hadn’t heard his voice for so long.

A part of me wanted to run to his hideaway and be with him again but another part of me didn’t. I felt more sane than before but just hearing his voice reminded me of all the fun we had. I was so carefree, so happy. ‘’Where are you?’’ J asked me sternly. My heart was beating hard against my chest now. ‘’I..I’m at Kiara’s place’’ I whispered because I knew my voice couldn’t carry. ‘’I’ll be there, Frost tracked the call’’ J promised me. Then the call ended.

What just happened?

‘’Y/N you crazy bastard!’’ Kiara screamed and threw a pillow at me. I dropped my phone and caught the pillow quickly. She was crying wildly in front of me. I felt bad for doing this to her. ‘’Why the fuck would you do that?’’ She sobbed and wiped her tears away. ‘’I didn’t know what to do’’ I defended myself and stood up as well. Kiara backed away from me. She was afraid.

‘’I thought you were sane’’ She admitted. Suddenly my lips curved into a smile. Me sane? I was surprised of my own actions. I giggled while I was crying. Kiara’s mouth was in a ‘O’ shape and she slid down the wall so she was sitting. ‘’You’re crazy’’ She told me. It stung of course, but the truth always hurts.

‘’I know’’ I shrugged and then I felt sad again. Why didn’t J come for me when I was in Arkham? Would I go to that hell hole again? A shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t want to go back. All the pain and the harsh people there was too much. I got a flashback of Arkham. I was surrounded by all these men and they held me down so hard. Then they stuck needles into me. I hated needles. They called me awful things and if I cried, they’d hit me.

‘’No!’’ I screamed and kicked the coffee table. My sane paper flew off and landed on my feet. I grabbed it and tore it into tiny pieces. As I finished ripping the paper, I sat on the couch and cried into my hands. Kiara and I were just crying for a few minutes. She was afraid of me and I was afraid of what would happen. What if J was still mad?

‘’Let’s g-go somewhere’’ Kiara tried to get me out of this while I still had a chance. I looked at her in shock. She still wanted the best for me. Well, what she thought was the best for me. I shook my head no. ‘’You run away, as far as you can. Please just go and don’t come back until tomorrow’’ I told her with my sane part. I knew J could shoot her. ‘’Not without you’’ She shook her head while speaking.

‘’This is my life Kiara, I don’t want you to suffer because of that’’ I let her know a little angrily. But it was too late. I heard gunshots from the hallway of the building and laughter. Kiara looked at me wide eyed. Only a few seconds later I heard a beep. I knew it was a bomb so I jumped towards Kiara and covered her. A second later I felt a heat wave wash across the room and the wall had a hole in it. Luckily we didn’t get hurt.

I heard footsteps coming closer until they stopped right behind us.My heart was beating wildly. I held my breath and turned around on the floor so I was on my back. I almost screamed when I saw him. Joker was standing in front of me in his suit and tie. As our eyes met, his red lips curved into a smile.

‘’Oh my god’’ I breathed out. It felt like my life flew off track. ‘’Is that how you say hello to your boyfriend?’’ He asked me harshly. Kiara’s cries made me look away from J. Her hands were on her head and she didn’t dare to look at J. ‘’Hello? Earth to Y/N’’ J broke the silence and waved his hand in front of my face. I startled and flinched a little bit.

What was wrong with me?

I looked at him again and saw that his smile was gone. He seemed angry and perhaps a little sad as well. Suddenly he pulled me up on my feet and he examined me closely. ‘’What did they do to you?’’ He growled so angrily I swear he was ready to kill someone. My entire body was trembling and tears kept rolling down my face. For a moment he just stared at me in disbelief.

‘’Y/N speak to me’’ He demanded and it made me whimper. ‘’I’m s-sorry J’’ I apologized for my behaviour. I wasn’t myself at the moment. He grabbed his gun and shot the wall, destroying Kiara’s apartment even more. Once again I flinched because of the bang. 

‘’We’re going home and you’ll be just as good as before, no matter what it takes’’ He planned seriously. I bit my lips and nodded. Then finally something happened that I missed so much. J pulled me into his arms and I wrapped my own arms tightly around him. Being in his arms was my home. I felt so safe. He was my heaven but he was also my hell.

‘’Y/N’’ Kiara whimpered. I tilted my head so I could see my friend. She was standing now but I could see how wildly she was shaking. ‘’You don’t want this’’ She tried to ‘save’ me. J’s muscles tensed and he got angry. ‘’Don’t tell her what she wants or what she doesn’t want’’ J hissed to my friend. Then he let go of me and walked closer to Kiara. No no no..

‘’J can we go?’’ I asked him as steadily as I could. Now they both looked at me, making me feel a bit anxious. ‘’It’s either him and a crazy life or me and I’ll help you back to normal’’ Kiara told me. It made J really angry. He was really close to piercing her skull with a bullet. ‘’You think she’d stay with you?’’ J laughed rudely and then ran his hand through his green hair.

I knew that I would pick J but that would mean something bad. I looked at Kiara and tried to mouth ‘sorry’. ‘’J of course I’ll come with you, I can’t quit you’’ I explained honestly. ‘’That’s my girl’’ He purred and pulled me close to his chest with his left arm. Then he raised his right arm. Before I knew why, he pulled the trigger. Kiara fell down onto the floor and blood started pooling around her throat. My lips parted from shock.

‘’It had to be done’’ J told me quietly. I gulped and then nodded. Instead of being such a scaredy cat, I relaxed into his arms. I had him again. The thought that he came for me was comforting me a lot. He still cared about me. ‘’Now let’s go home. There’s wine and joints in bed if you need to relax’’ He whispered into my ear.Although I was sad, angry, happy, tired and everything else at the same time, I smiled.

‘’What about grapesoda?’’ I giggled and wiped away my tears. He was obsessed with that. ‘’Hmm..of course’’ He answered me after a while. ‘’I don’t know what they did to you in that place you were in but I swear everything will be just like before. It’s just you and me in this city. We can torture those who hurt you’’ He promised me with a twist of darkness in his voice. But for me, those were very loving words from him.

Before I could answer him, he pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened but I kissed him back. Damn I missed those sweet lips of his.


Today I cried after finding this. The picture in the very top right there use to be a park called “Kids World” It was built in 1999 and was built by several dozen parents well over 100 in the timespan of 3 days. It had a buildboard made of wood and everything. varnished and polished like the rest of the park to protect it from the age of rain and weather. The buildboard explained everything from the parks origin to the history of it as well.

Apparently the district tore it down and replaced it with this. The removed the billboard. The history. even downsized it to not even 1/15th its original size. The reason? Kids were apparently doing drugs at it late at night, and by drugs they totes mean mary jane and stuff similar to it.Its insulting to the community to do this and I remember playing here ages 5-16 and older. no matter how old I get this place was always fun, and full of energy from man on wood chips to capture the flag.

The sidewalk and pavement around the park and surround it are plastered with “Fuck you” “FU” “Fuck off” in different materials from paint to chalk. and honestly I couldn’t agree more. Fuck you carol stream par district. With as big as a budget you guys got and I know you do. you could have at least kept the history of the place as well as tried to make it at least as grand as it use to be. Fuck you carol stream


The MCR lyrics go “Remember when you were a madman? Thought you was Batman,” And the song is called “NA NA NA NA…”


 iT’s A  sIgN  

Keenveins 2015 Fan Fic Masterpost

I thought it would be fun to compile all the fics I wrote this year into one big post. This year is almost over, and you all have made it so much fun! I love being able to share my fics with all of you! Fics with porn in them will be labled as such! 

Don’t Look Back (Keep Your Eyes On Me)

Arin/Everyone: My ultimate bottom Arin fic. Arin has an arrangement where he gets fucked by every Grump except for Dan. Soon, he realizes that he wants Dan too, and that maybe Dan wants him back. Much angst and sex occurs. This was my FIRST GG fic and is my longest, and also still my favorite. (PORN OMG)

Made From All The Wrong Stuff

Dan/Arin: Arin drinks during the charity stream and all he can think to do is call Dan whose in a different state, too far away. (Porn)


Dan/Arin: An AU where GG never happened and instead Arin is an animator and a big fan of NSP. He and Ross meet Dan at a convention and Arin might have a crush on Dan. (Porn)

Sea Salt

Arin/Dan: Arin takes Dan to the beach in an effort to help Dan get over his fear of the ocean. (Fluff)

No Control

Holly/Ross/Barry: Ross has a crush on Barry, might act on it and thinks he’s ruined everything. Holly saves the day. A.K.A Holly and Ross seduce Barry. (Porn)


Dan/Arin: Dan is curious about how to finger himself thanks to Arin, Arin is more than happy to give him a hand. (Porn)

Take What We Want (When We Need) 

Ross/Everyone: Ross is involved in a circle jerk orchestrated by his dom Brian. (Porn)


Barry/Ross: Barry has a big dick and Ross is a size queen who wants that dick bad. A sequel to the first Size Queen Ross fic! (Porn)

Keenveins Collection

Multiple Pairings: A collection of my tumblr prompts including the aforementioned Size Queen Ross. (Multi)

Different Colors

Brian/Ross: Brian wants to try role reversal and bottoms for Ross. (Porn)

Saving All My Summers (For You)

Arin/Dan: Arin and Dan are neighbors who grow up together, as teenagers those feelings start to evolve. My first chaptered fic! (Angst)

 Everything I Need (I Get From You)

Dan/Arin: A Christmas fic where Arin and Dan are dating but spending the holiday apart due to not being ‘out’ to Dan’s family yet. (fluff)

Let It Move Right Through You 

Dan/Arin/Suzy: Dan, Arin, and Suzy are in a poly-amorous relationship. Dan comes home from traveling to some naughty plans that Suzy and Arin have thought up. My last fic of 2015! (porn)

I posted my first GG fic back in June. I remember being so nervous about it, but you all have been so lovely and wonderful to me you really don’t know what it means to me to have people appreciate my work the way you do! 

I tried to post something every month as a personal goal for myself and I managed to pull it off! I wrote 13 fics for the fandom this year not counting the smaller things. It’s been a lot of fun! Hopefully 2016 brings many more opportunities for fic! 

It’s Just a Prank, Brugh

Shawn Mendes 
Words: 1,000 
Request; Hi, MERRY CHRISTMAS! Can you write an jmagine where Shawn goes to my parents’ house and I really don’t want him to see my room because I used to be really big fan of magcon? But my fav boy was gilinsky or cam? And he gets jealous? – Anon
Note: I’ve never watched anything to do with Magcon and don’t even know who any of them are, so I changed it a bit. I hope you don’t mind :) 

Originally posted by mendesgif

I saw Shawn before he even noticed me. So, like any totally sane person would, I ran over and jumped onto his back. He let out a yelp, catching the attention of Jon who quickly whipped around, fully ready to tackle whoever was attacking Superstar Shawn Mendes in the middle of a crowded airport.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack Lander?” He yelled over the sound of screaming fangirls. I poked my tongue out at him, making him laugh, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to Shawn’s cheek.

“I missed you.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.” Shawn teased. Sticking my tongue out again, I was totally prepared to lick him, knowing he hated it, but he jerked to the side before I could reach him, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I missed you too.”

With a quick peck on the lips, I was about to get off his back when he wrapped his arms around my legs, holding me in place. I didn’t question it. After four months of being apart, I was content with any contact with him. Although we did get some funny looks as we walked through the airport to luggage claim.

Once we were finally out of the view of his fans, Shawn placed me back on the floor and turned around, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest. My arms inside his zip-up hoodie as I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth his body radiated.

I tried not to think about the horrible sent of his shirt. Thanks stale plain air for ruining this moment.

We stayed like that for stayed like that until someone called Shawn to collect his bag. Once everyone had their stuff, we were off through the airport again. After being stopped by a few fans for photos, and Andrew’s little chat with a security guard, we were being guided through the back of the building, leading us safely to where cars waited to pick everyone up, along with Shawn’s Jeep I drove here in.

Shawn let go of my hand so he could say bye to the team. The last person was Jon who whispered something in his ear before patting him on the back. Soon enough I was sat in the passenger side of while Shawn adjusted his seat to accommodate his long ass noodle legs.

“Jesus woman, how small are you?”

“You’re the one who wanted to drive home. I brought you the car in one piece, didn’t I?” I fought back. Shawn laughed and leaned over, finally kissing me properly in months. And while it was nice, there was plenty of time for this later on.

“Come on, I want to get home just as much as you do.” Shawn rolled his eyes and buckled his belt. He was about to start the engine when I stopped him, holding out my hand, “Give it in.”

I didn’t need to explain as he dug his phone out his pocket, handing it to me. He already knew how anxious I got in cars on a good day, let alone when he decided to use bloody snapchat while driving.

“How’s school been?” He asked while pulling out the hidden car park, turning onto another back street so to keep away from any fans or paps that might want to follow us home.

“Boring, although University exams are surprisingly easy compared to high school.”

We fell into easy conversation as we drove home. Every now and again, I would look over at him, and a warm feeling would spread inside me as I watched his nose scrunch up when he laughed, or when a small smile appeared at the corners of his mouth as he talked about something that happened on tour. And all I could think about was how happy I was for him to finally be home, even if it was only for a little while.

Before I knew it, Shawn was pulling into his drive.

“I think your parents are still at work.” I told him as he locked the car, “But you can come to mine until they get back.”

“Sure.” He smiled and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me across the road to my house. Dad and Marie’s car was gone, but Jon’s was still there so I didn’t bother trying to fishing my key from my pocket before entering.

We said a quick hi to Derick and Lillie who were in the living room before running upstairs. Laughter erupted from Jon’s room down the hall. I thought I heard Mike talking in there, but I didn’t have the chance to check before Shawn started pulling me up the stairs leading to my room on the third floor.

“God, I’ve missed this room.” Shawn said as he pushed the door open, instantly jumping on my bed. I laughed at his enthusiasm, but froze when I noticed something, someone, plastered all over my walls.

“I swear I didn’t do this.” I tried to say with a straight face, but that’s hard to do when you have thirty-odd versions of your boyfriend’s face staring back at you.

“Well, whoever did it manged to do a good job.” Yeah, and I had a pretty good idea who it was. Honestly, I didn’t even know what to think anymore. Like, they managed to get every spare spot of my walls covered! They even got above my bookshelves.

Before I could even start taking the posters off my walls, Jon, Mike and Que came bounding up the stairs, laughing their asses off as they entered my room.

“What the hell?” Is all I managed before noticing the camera in Que’s hand and everything clicked into place. Stupid YouTube and it’s stupid prank videos.

“That’s disappointing. We thought you’d have a bigger reaction.” Jon pouted playfully.

“Yeah, whatever, have fun taking these down.” They all had the look of annoyance on their face, but didn’t complain as they began stripping the posters. Meanwhile, I joined Shawn on the bed, already planning on how I was going to get them back.

Classic- Mark (Day 8/100)

You can find my post explaining the 100 Day Drabble Challenge here

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Prompt: Classic
Member: Mark x Reader
AU: Royal!AU

You placed a gloved hand on your chin as you looked out at the pairs dancing below you. The soft music was swaying back and forth, making you smile and hum along to the beat.

“Y/N, is that you?” a voice called out. You jumped slightly at the shrill squeal of your best friend and then turned around to face her.

“Hello, So Won, my dear,” you said, taking her hands in your own.

“You look amazing tonight! Really, stunning! Is this the dress that you’ll be wearing to the wedding?” she exclaimed, taking a step back and admiring the light blue color of your dress. You patted down the lace and laughed lightly.

“Of course not, it would be bad luck to have anyone see that dress before tomorrow,” you said, waving her off as she simply rolled her eyes.

“Fine, don’t tell me! But you have to let me help you get ready tomorrow, okay?” she said, grabbing onto your arm excitedly. “I’m so excited for you! Royal weddings are always my favorite! And you and the prince are perfect for each other! It’s a classic romance!” she squealed again, wiping away non-existent tears. You shook your head and smiled at your friend’s antics.

You headed down the stairs with her following close behind as you bid hello to the party guests. Many were people from other kingdoms that you did not know, but others were acquaintances and friends.

“Y/N, you look stunning!” one of your aunts called out as your uncle nodded in agreement, toasting to you. You simply smiled at them and felt the blood rush to your face in embarrassment.

“So, tell us all about tomorrow! What time exactly will the ceremony happen?” your cousin asked, excitedly. You paused for a moment to think and realized that even you yourself didn’t know.

“Well, the procession will be rather long so – ” You were quickly cut off by more questions than you could answer at once.

“What will you be dancing to?” “Oh, I think we’re going to – ” “Yes tell us! Who will be the first to enter the hall?” “Most likely – ” “How long have you known the prince? Is it alright for you to marry him?” “What’s going to be on the dinner menu?” “Weren’t you born outside the kingdom?”

“There you are, love.” You all turned your heads to the new comer that just entered the conversation, and a smile spread across your face as you excused yourself. You walked over to Mark and took his hand in your own, whispering a thank you to him. He chuckled lightly and led you onto the dance floor in a smooth, fluid motion.

“They’re all crazy,” you whispered as he bowed and took your arm in his own.

“Indeed,” he agreed. “That’s why I asked you to marry me,” he added, lifting you up lightly to the music before setting you back down. “I needed someone sane,” he whispered, breathily into your ear.

His melodic voice shot pleasure down your spine as you felt your legs grow weak. You focused on your breathing as you smiled at him and continued to dance.

“I thought you loved me for my character,” you teased, playfully as you took a step towards him and then a step back. He held up his hand and you pressed yours against it as you walked around in a small circle.

“I love every part of you, not one more than the other,” he remarked, placing his hand back on your waist and stepping in time to the rhythm.

“Well you know why I agreed, don’t you?” you asked, shooting him a smirk. Mark raised an eyebrow and continued to twirl you into him before pulling you into his arms. “Because you wouldn’t stop asking,” you whispered back. He let out a small chuckle and pushed you back upright, continuing the dance.

“What can I say,” Mark said, holding onto your waist once more. He let his hands wander down ever so slightly and you let out a small squeal, praying that nobody saw. “I’m persistent,” he whispered, winking at you.

You felt your cheeks begin to turn red and you were about to retaliate when the music slowed down, signaling the end of the song. Mark let go of you and the two of you bowed to each other while those around you clapped. As he straightened out and smiled innocently at you, you narrowed your eyes and suppressed a laugh.

“I’m watching you,” you said, playfully. Mark held up his hands in innocence and gave you a small pout.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and shifting his gaze, all the while a small smirk playing at his lips. You were aware of other people moving in to ask you and your fiancé more questions, so you quickly stood on your tip toes to whisper into his ear.

“You’re not supposed to get handsy until after we get home,” you cooed sensually. You saw Mark get slightly flustered as he bit his lip lightly. Knowing the effect you had made only made you more excited as well, and you gave him a small wink before turning back to appease the party guests.

Word Count: 878

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teamelementaldorks  asked:

*trys to push away all my shyness for a few seconds* Can I request headcanons about sane/human Anankos and Mikoto's relationship before the fall of Valla caused by insane/dragon Anankos? Bonus but optional points for a headcanon involving baby Kamui/Corrin. (If you don't want to do this one, or just haven't played Revelations, just tell me, I'll be alright with it, and will request something else instead.)

wowie i actually really like this ask thank you for sending it in!! forgive me if some things sound out of place because i haven’t played fates since it came out so it’s been about a year. hope you like these!!

  • Mikoto had met Anankos by complete accident. She was younger, she was only 19 when she met him. She had been out and walking in the fields when she saw an injured man. He was passed out and she noticed he was injured she took him back to the castle where she nursed him back to health.
  • When the man woke up he had no memory of anything. He had nowhere to go, so Mikoto offered him a room in the castle he could stay in until he was able to remember who he was.
  • Anankos was very handsome, he had dark blue hair, maroon eyes that were gentle but Mikoto had noticed that there his eyes held a sadness and loneliness to them. He was pale and had faint freckles, his body was actually pretty slim. He had only a little bit of muscle.
  • As the months passed Mikoto and Anankos would walk around the castle talking and laughing with one another. The two enjoyed each other’s company very much and it was very apparent to anyone who saw them that they were happy with one another.
  • Anankos was innocent to the world around him and found the little things very exciting. He was eager to learn about everything around him and Mikoto was happy to teach him.
  • He was actually a little shy but still charming and always had a gentle and small smile on his face. Mikoto couldn’t help but smile along with him, his gentleness but yet determined personality matched perfectly with Mikoto’s.
  • It had been a year since the two had met and they still weren’t officially together and Mikoto knew that Anankos wouldn’t be the first to say he had feelings for her. So she confessed to him and soon the two were going out. And a few months passed before Anankos married her.
  • Only a few months passed and the two were expecting their first child. They were very excited and so was anyone around them. Anankos would always talk about trying to be the best father to his child and wanted to give them the best life possible. He couldn’t believe he had met a person as amazing as Mikoto and the two had fallen in love. The couple couldn’t be any happier.
  • Soon Corrin was born and Mikoto had noticed something different in her husband. The sadness in his eyes seemed more apparent now. The gentleness wasn’t there all the time anymore.
  • She had noticed that he would become a completely different person at times and that would scare her. He would grip his head in pain and pull his hair, he would cry silently from how bad the pain was.
  • Anankos was beginning to regain his memories. He was becoming more and more aggressive and he was going off on the woman he loved. He realized who he was and that he was going to eventually hurt Corrin and Mikoto. He couldn’t live with himself if he did that, he loved them far too much to that.
  • He couldn’t let them see him go mad and destroy himself and everything around him. He had to tell her what was happening. So he did, he expected Mikoto to yell hateful and hurtful words at him, hit him, cry. But she didn’t, she held his hand and gave him the warmest most genuine smile he had ever seen and told him that she loved him and would always love him. No matter what became of him, she had known who he really was.
  • Anankos thought that everything would be okay from than on out but he was wrong. It got even worse as the days passed. He realized he had to send them away, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back much longer. He did not want to hurt them.
  • He gave Mikoto and Corrin one last hug and kiss before he sent them off to Hoshido where he knew they would be safe. He did not want Corrin to know who their real father and origins were, he didn’t want his child to deal with that weight.
  • Anankos cried for days after that, he was quickly loosing himself. In a fit of rage one day he had killed Arete’s husband and nearly killed her and Azura too. He couldn’t do it anymore. He sent Arete and Azura off, the two went to Nohr.
  • Anankos was alone now and he finally lost who he was not long after. He placed a curse so no one would be able to talk about Valla without disappearing, so hopefully no one would have to suffer any longer.
  • Sometimes Anankos remembers Mikoto and calls out for her but he remembers what happens and goes into another fit of rage.
Believe It or Not. Part 11.

(Based off 1x11 “Formality”)

Allison stood exactly where she was. She didn’t blink, she didn’t breath. But she was ready to talk and get the answers she wanted.

“What are you doing to him? Is that going to kill him?” She asked her aunt, still not taking her eyes off of the shallowly breathing man.

“Oh come on, kiddo, don’t get all ethical on me now.” Kate answered cynically.

“What is he?” Allison asked, ignoring her aunt.

She heard Kate’s footsteps until she was standing right next to her.

“Shape-shifter, Lycan, werewolf. To me he’s just another dumb animal.”
Kate took a deep breath before continuing,

“Come here.” She motioned to her niece who obeyed, “See these right here? These are canines, also known as fangs. Made for the tearing and rending of flesh. Not something you’d find on this cute little leaf- eating herbivores, is it?”

“This is a joke to you?” Allison shook her head at her aunt, confused and mad.

“Sweetheart, there are werewolves running around in the world. Everything’s a joke to me. How else do you think I stay sane?”

Allison stared at her aunt for a long time before continuing her long chain of questions.

“So- it was him at the school and all the other animal attacks?”

Before Kate answered, she finally turned to look at Allison. When she looked in Allison’s eyes, she saw strength.

“There’s actually three of them- another younger one like him called a Beta, and then there’s the Alpha. Alpha’s the pack leader- bigger, stronger, nastier.”

Allison laughed and shook her head, “When were they gonna tell me?” She asked, referring to her father.

“They still haven’t decided if they’re gonna tell you.” Kate sat down.

“Why?” Allison yelled out of frustration.

Kate explained a lot more to Allison, especially how right now she has to pretend she doesn’t know. She told Allison to just continue going to school and being a normal teenager, which seemed ridiculous to Allison. But it also made sense, she knew everything now. And when the time was right, she’s going to do something about it.


With the formal coming up soon, y/n found herself standing in the dress section of Macy’s.

She didn’t have a date; but she wasn’t going to let her werewolf brother, an evil alpha, or her feelings for some sarcastic boy keep her from enjoying her high school experience.

She was holding two in her hand, one of them white, with gold and silver interlaced on the surface. And the other, a simple navy blue, with straps that crossed in the back.

Y/n was eyeing the two back and forth, trying to decide which one she wanted to try on first. Then she heard an all too familiar voice, causing her to roll her eyes. The one and only, Stiles Stilinski.

“Oh- okay, so are you just gonna- try these on right now? Is this a 24 hour Macy’s?” Y/n peeked her head around the rack she was standing behind, to see Lydia Martin stacking piles of dresses on top of Stiles’ outstretched arms. Of course, she thought.

Y/n quickly hid back behind the metal rack as Lydia stormed past her towards the dressing rooms, Stiles following closely behind.

She tried hard not to let too much jealousy or sadness consume her. She took a deep breath, taking both dresses and making her way towards the dressing room as well. Y/n was going to buy a killer dress, and she was going to have a great night. And she wanted Stiles to know it.

As she got closer to the dressing rooms, she saw Stiles slumped against the wall. He looked bored. As he came into her sights, it’s like her body involuntarily ordered her to stop moving at all.

Stiles lifted his head up and saw her standing there. He immediately stood up straight, releasing his back from against the wall. It seemed like they were caught in each others’ gazes.

“Hi.” He was the one to break the silence.

“Fancy meeting you here.” Y/n replied with a smile, able to walk again.

“Yeah, I’m-I’m just-” Stiles struggled to gather his thoughts, and form correct sentences.

“Waiting for your formal date, Lydia Martin, to pick out the perfect dress?” She finished for him, raising her eyebrows at his defeat.

“Y/n…” He started but then silence took over. A look of sympathy crossed his face, or was it guilt?

“You don’t have to explain.” Y/n stopped him, “I get it.”

She turned around to walk away before she got too emotional. But a hand grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“No please, y/n it’s not-”

“Stiles stop! Please, just don’t, okay. Don’t feel sorry for me, don’t apologize, don’t try to make me feel better,” she laughed as tears threatened to fall from her eyes, “I’m not mad, and I don’t want your explanation. I hope you have an- an amazing time at the dance.”

And with that she ripped her arm from his grasp and quickly started walking towards to exit of the store. She caught sight of Allison, but Allison wasn’t alone. Peter Hale was standing right in front of her.

Y/n didn’t move, she watched intently, fearing that one of her friends may be in danger. She knew she had to act quickly to get Allison away from him.

She looked around the almost empty store trying to come up with a plan, and then she got one.

She ran to the nearest check out station with someone still working their shift.
She didn’t even wait for them to say anything.

“Hi, hello uh- uh. I’d like to uh- I’d like to report a bl-blue Mazda. Yeah, yeah blue Mazda it’s parked in the fire lane.”

The worker didn’t say anything as they picked up a phone and dialed a number.

Y/n smiled at her success and ran back over to where she could see Allison and Peter again. And then the store intercom went off.

“Attention shoppers. To the owner of a Blue Mazda, license plate 5768, your car is being towed.”

“Oh god, that’s my car!” She heard Allison yell, annoyed, as the brunette ran out of the store.

Y/n watched, relieved, as Allison made her way towards safety. That’s when she made a big mistake, y/n shifted her gaze back over the where Peter was standing. Only he was staring right back at her.

She quickly shot her head away and started walking as fast as she could. Out the door and to her car. She walked with her head down, searching through her back though her keys. It took her a while but finally she found them, sighing with relief. Except when she looked up, Peter was standing right in front of her car, staring right through her.

“You know, after speaking to your brother. You’re pretty smart for a McCall.”

Although she was terrified, she wanted to mask that as much as she could.

“What do you want with my brother?” She swallowed.

“Oh please, you really think you’re going to get anything out of me?” He laughed at her, which honestly really pissed her off.

“What do you want with me then?” She spoke, trying to not sound so nervous.

“I want you out of my way. Something tells me that, like your brother, you’ll do anything to keep your friends safe,” he stepped closer to her, touching her cheek with his thumb sending chills down her spine, “so keep your pretty little head out of this mess, or that boy in there…” He pointed back towards the store, “he dies.”

Y/n forgot how to breathe in that moment, she knew he meant Stiles. Before she could even blink, Peter was gone.


Y/n had gone back to Macy’s after slightly recovering from her encounter with the alpha, and bought the gold&silver dress.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She wore simple, bone colored heels with the dress. Simple make up, and hair curled back into a pony-tail, with a couple strands falling down from each side.

For the first time in a while, she smiled. With how serious life had gotten, it was good to know that something so little as a high school dance could still make her feel so excited.

She made her way over to Scott’s room to see if he was ready yet, since he was going against the coach’s orders of being banned from the formal.

When she opened the door she just saw her mom holding up Scott’s jacket, there was a hole in it- quite big actually.

“Don’t worry Scotty, mom can fix anything.” Y/n offered with a smile.

The two members of her family turned to see her leaning against the door frame. Melissa’s eyes lit up.

“Honey, you look… Absolutely stunning.”

Y/n felt a light blush creep over her cheeks as she smiled at her mom.
Who then, sat down on Scott’s bed with Scott trying to sew his jacket.

“So are you two going together to pick up your dates?” She asked her children.

“No. I’m going stag.” Scott replied.

“We both are.” Y/n added in.

Scott laughed at his mother’s reaction, “try to look a little more surprised mom.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just a little, you know, surprised that, you don’t have anyone else to ask other than Allison.”

“There are no other girls besides Allison.”
Scott replied looking down in defeat.

“I can’t help it.” He continued, “I mean, every time I look at her, I get this - this hollow feeling in my chest, and it’s like - it’s like someone literally took a shovel and dug a hole in me, and it’s the worst feeling I’ve ever had in my life, and I didn’t - I didn’t know anyone could actually ever feel this bad.”

Y/n watched with sadness for her brother.

“I know. Everyone knows eventually, it does go away.”

“I don’t want it to.” For a few seconds after Scott said it, silence filled the room.

“Have you told her how you feel?”

“She knows.”

Which y/n noticed was probably one of the dumbest things her brother has ever said, she then walked over until she was standing right in front of him. Without really thinking, she whacked him on the back of the head.

“Ow!” He cried as one of his hands reached up and held the spot he had been hit.

“Come on!” Y/n exclaimed, “she knows. She knows? Listen, dumb ass, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret that most guys don’t even have a clue about, all right? You ready? Women. Love. Words.”

“Huh?” Scott looked up at his sister with big brown eyes.

“You need to tell her how you feel! Just say it. Say it again. Say it differently. Learn how to say it better. Learn how to sing it. You know just, write it in a poem.” Melissa watched as her daughter said this, eyes lighting up and y/n looked so grown up and beautiful.


“No. Not really, just tell her the truth. Tell her anything and everything you want.”
Y/n placed her hand on her brother’s shoulder, hoping he would get the message that she had all her faith in him. Even in light of different situations at the moment.

“Here y/n come with me.” Melissa’s voice interrupted the sibling’s moment. Grabbing her daughter’s hand and dragging her behind until they reached Melissa’s room.

Y/n watched as her mother stood in front of an old jewelry box. She pulled out a necklace with one simple silver jewel, laced with gold.

“This,” Melissa started as she walking back over to y/n- fumbling with the clasp of the necklace, “will go perfect with your dress.”

She let her mother place the lovely necklace around her neck. It was cold at first, making her shiver.

She turned around to give her mother a warm smile.

“Thank you.”

“Everything you told Scott, applies to you too, you know.”

Y/n raised her eyebrows at her mother in confusion. “I don’t know-”

“Don’t think that for the last three years, I haven’t seen the way you look at one very specific, sarcastic boy.”

Y/n sighed in defeat, uncomfortably shifting her position.

“Things are more complicated than they seem right now.”

All Melissa did was place her hands on both sides of her daughter’s face, making sure she was looking into her eyes.

“Some of the same things may be complicated for him too.”


Allison sat in Jackson’s car, by herself because he had already gotten out after drinking who knows what.

She took this time alone to pull down the mirror, the light illuminating her skin. Looking at herself, she remembered something Lydia had told her.

She gave herself and out-loud reminder.

“Normal teenage girl. You can do this. Smile Allison. Somebody could be falling in love with your -”

The words were involuntarily silenced from her body. All her attention focused on someone crawling on the roof. And this someone was none other than Scott McCall.


Y/n sat in her parked car, rummaging through her bag to make sure she had everything she needed. When she realized she did, she got out of her car and made her way towards the dance. As she was walking she was caught off guard when she was met in the middle of the walkway by Stiles and Lydia.

There was obvious tension between y/n and Stiles. Lydia could tell.

They stared at each other eyes, locked. Neither one of them knowing if they should say something, or just continue walking.

Stiles made the decision to talk first, “you look beautiful.” And he truly thought that. He almost lost his balance when he saw her.

At his comment, y/n smiled at the ground. When she looked back up and met his eyes again she started walking past them.

“I know.” Was all she mumbled to him before she left, leaving him to watch her walk away for the second time.


The dance was kind of boring so far, honestly. She just stood around and drank punch. She watched Allison try to convince Jackson to dance with her, but he was being a dick.

She saw Stiles try to convince Lydia to dance with him, but she was, well, she was being Lydia.

It only got interesting when the sound of coach yelling disrupted the music playing.

“McCall I see you!” He kept shouting multiple things as y/n and everyone else in the gym watched Scott run across the bleachers until he came up with the ultimate solution.

When coach finally caught up to him, he was dancing with Danny. Y/n was happy that he had decided to come. She knew he came for Allison, and yes she was still mad at him. But as much as she knew, she didn’t know the toll it had taken on him. So she smiled at the wildness of her brother, he deserved a good night too.

She took another sip of her punch as the commotion died down and all the students went back to dancing. Y/n watched as Scott walked up to Allison, asking her dance. And she literally almost cheered as Allison put her hand in Scott’s. She watched them dance for a little while, both obviously happy to be with each other. Eventually though, she sat down. She wanted to dance, but she knew there was only one person she truly wanted to dance with.


Stiles smiled at his best friend, finally getting the girl. He didn’t realize he was staring at them until Scott made eye contact with him and motioned for him to come over.

Confused, Stiles stood up and made his way to the couple.

“Ask her to dance, dude.” Scott said.

“I already did,” Stiles threw a hand in the air, “she doesn’t want to.”

All Scott did was glare at him with knowing eyes.

“I wasn’t talking about Lydia.”

Then Stiles understood. He turned his head to the right to see y/n sitting by herself. Head in her hands, looking just as beautiful as when he first saw her.
After a few seconds he forced his attention back over to Scott.

“How are you so good at this?” He smiled at his best friend.

“Oh please Stiles, it’s so obvious there’s something going on.” Although the response wasn’t from Scott, it was from Allison.

What was he doing here with Lydia? I mean yes, she was the one who actually asked him but he knew it was just to make Jackson jealous. He also knew, he didn’t want to be here with her. Not like that.

He confidently made his way over to where y/n was sitting, trying to control his heart rate. Which was rare for him considering he usually only had to worry about that with Scott.

As he stopped in front of her, her eyes shifted up to his. Again, he continued to be mesmerized by her eyes. He reached his hand out in front of him, for her to take it. Although he forgot to say actual words.

“Are you asking me to dance?” Y/n sasses, “or do you just want a high five?”

“Oh sorry,” he cleared his throat, “would you like to dance?”

She laughed as he struggled to get the question out of his mouth. He was always like this, yet she found it adorable.

She placed her hand in his, feeling instant warmth spread through her body at his touch. She stood up and they made their way to the middle of the dance floor.

His arms wrapped around her waist, and she hugged her arms around his neck. Placing her head on his shoulder and shutting her eyes. Deciding to let everything fall away while she was in his arms. Everything supernatural, and emotional was not a problem at this very moment.

“I’m sorry.” His voice echoed in her ear.

She lifted her head, and moved her arms slightly so she could look at him now.

“Sorry for what?” She asked, even though she knew.

“You’re smart, I know you know something’s up. And believe me, I hate that I can’t talk to you about it. And so does Scott. But you just gotta trust me when I say we’re doing it to protect you,” his eyes were staring so deep into hers she swore he could see every thought inside her head, “your protection, is the only thing that matters to me y/n okay? Because God, if anything were to happen to you because you’re involved in that- thing that’s happening right now, I would never be able to forgive myself. I know it seems like betrayal, but I’ll explain everything i promise-”

She needed him to stop taking, so she did the only thing she could think of. She placed her hands on both sides of his face, leaning his head down until their lips collided. For a short moment, their lips moved against each other perfectly, until she pulled away.

She couldn’t open her eyes yet, not until she said what she had to say.

“I know.”

Then she opened her eyes to look into his golden ones, and he smiled, he almost looked relieved.

“Good, I’m glad you understand-”

“No Stiles. I know. I know everything.”

His smiled disappeared, and his arms dropped down to his aides from her waist.

“How- how is that even possible?”

“Because I knew that the two people I cared about most were in trouble, so I went to Derek and-”

He put his hand up to stop her from speaking more.

“You, you you went to Derek? Are you kidding y/n do you know how dangerous that could’ve been?”

He was yelling at her now, so she yelled back.

“What other choice did I have? You and Scott made it loud and clear that I couldn’t ask either of you! So don’t you dare make me feel stupid, or reckless. You don’t get to do that when I’ve been threatened by the goddamn Alpha himself for trying to help the people I love.”

His eyes widened, he grabbed her gently.

“He threatened you, are you- are you okay?” His tone had changed from angry to concerned.

“I’m fine.” She pulled away from his hold on her, making him feel slightly hurt.

He just stared at her, unsure of what to say. His phone rang, and he saw it was Scott.

“I have to go.” Was all he said, leaving her alone in the middle of the dance floor.


Y/n really couldn’t stand being in a cafeteria full of students and loud music anymore. She practically sprinted until she was out in the hallways, able to capture her breath.

She hadn’t even realized she was crying until she felt the air stinging the tear stains on her cheeks.

She was so mad. She’s was mad that Stiles and Scott thought they had to protect her, when all it did was end up hurting her more.

However, she was also mad at herself. What if she just made everything worse for her brother and for Stiles? She should’ve kept her mouth shut.

Y/n was pulled from her thoughts as she heard Lydia Martin’s heels click on the hallway floors.

“Jackson?” She knew heard the girl ask out loud. Disappointment evident on her face as she got no reply.

Lydia continued to walk towards to exit of the school on her search for Jackson. Y/n found herself following right behind Lydia. She didn’t exactly know why, maybe it was multiple reasons. Mostly the fact that there was a ravage alpha on the loose literally trying to kill everyone. But also, it bothered y/n that Lydia was willing to go back to Jackson when she deserved so much more.

It was no secret that Lydia aggravated Y/n to know end, but y/n was going to look out for her anyway, the way she would for anyone.

“Lydia wait!” Y/n called out, Lydia stopping until she caught up to her.

“What are you doing, following me?”

“There’s no need for that, okay? It’s dark outside. And come on, we both know you’re way too pretty to be out here by yourself.”

Y/n joked. Satisfied the effect it had as she watched Lydia roll her eyes. She turned around and continued to walk towards the lacrosse field as y/n kept up by her side.

“Jackson? Jackson!” The strawberry blonde hopelessly called out.

“Lydia I don’t think he’s out here-”
Y/n tried to reason with her before Lydia stopped her and shushed her, making all the heat rise in y/n at the girl.

“Look over there! I think that’s him.” She pointed at a figure standing near the benches. Lydia started fast-walking in that direction, and the person started walking towards her.

As he got closer, y/n had a very strong and terrifying feeling that it wasn’t Jackson.

“Lydia I think we should leave.” She said feeling panicked.

But the girl ignored her, until the mysterious figure got in better view. Revealing himself as Peter Hale.

Lydia stopped in her tracks at the sight of his red glowing eyes and visible claws. She started to scream but he just knocked her out cold.

He fixed his eyes at y/n, who hadn’t moved at all. She knew she couldn’t outrun him, but she also felt frozen. Sure she was going to die.

“Y/n RUN!” She heard a voice behind her.
She quickly whipped her head around to see Stiles running in a full sprint towards her. Yet he was so far away.

With her head turned around she hadn’t noticed Peter coming closer to her, until she felt an excruciating pain radiate through her side.

She looked down to see a pair of claws implanted into her, right under her ribcage.
She couldn’t even scream, her mouth opened to make the noise… But y/n was in too much shock.

He pulled his claws out of her skin, and she passed out cold right there on the field just like Lydia.

A few seconds later Stiles had dropped on his knees by her side.

“No, no, no please.” He quickly checked her pulse, and felt as if he could breathe again when he knew that she was breathing.

“Don’t kill her, please.” He looked up at Peter with tears being shed from his beautiful eyes.

“Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek.”

“What?” Stiles asked, as he sat on the grass with y/n’s head in his lap, stroking her hair. Wanting nothing more than for her to wake up.

“Tell me how to find Derek Hale.” Peter repeated, with a much more firm tone.

“How- how would I know that?” The scared boy stuttered.

“Because you’re the clever one, aren’t you? And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles,” the man bent down and pulled y/n’s body away from Stiles’ grasp, much to his dismay.
He held her up by her neck as he continued speaking, “Tell me the truth. Or I will rip her apart.”

Peter knew he had him now. The increase in the boy’s heart rate gave away how much he cares about this girl.

“Look- look, I don’t know, okay? I sw- I swear to god, I have no idea.” He struggled to get the words out of his mouth as he tried to swallow all of his fear.

“Tell me!” Peter yelled as he released his claws again, placing them on y/n’s neck as a threat.

Stiles reacting by standing on his feet, “okay, okay, okay- okay look, I think he knew-”

“Knew what?”

“Derek,” Stiles sighed, “I think he- I think he knew was gonna be caught.”

“By the Argents?” Peter asked for clarification.


“And?” He urged for more information.

“When they were shot, he and Scott- I think he took Scott’s phone.”

“Why does this matter?” The alpha stepped closer to the boy.

“They all have GPS now. So if he still has it, and if it’s still on, you can find him.” He finished quickly. Desperate for y/n’s release back into his arms.

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The Incredibles - Sentence Meme

Change pronouns and such as needed

  • “Where’s my super suit?”
  • “Uh-uh! Don’t you think about running off doing no daring-do. We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!”
  • “'Greater good?’ I am your wife! I’m the greatest good you are ever gonna get!”
  • “We’re dead! We’re dead! We survived but we’re dead!”
  • “Well, he’ll look fabulous anyway.”
  • “No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved! You know, for a little bit? I feel like the maid; I just cleaned up this mess! Can we keep it clean for ten minutes!”
  • “This is a horrible suit, darling. You can’t be seen in this. I won’t allow it. Fifteen years ago, maybe, but now? Feh!”
  • “I never look back, darling! It distracts from the now.
  • “No capes!”
  • “Now I’m losing him! What’ll I do? What’ll I do?”
  • “Pull yourself together!”
  • “Well, you know where he is. Go, confront the problem. Fight! Win!”
  • “Call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.”
  • “Ha! Never heard that one before.”
  • “My God, you’ve gotten fat.”
  • “Normal? What do you know about normal? What does anyone in this family know about normal?”
  • “We act normal! I want to be normal!”
  • “This is the third time this year you’ve been sent to the office. We need to find a better outlet. A more constructive outlet.”
  • You always say ‘Do your best’, but you don’t really mean it. Why can’t I do the best that I can do?”
  • “Do not change the subject! We’re discussing your attitude!”
  • “Stop right now, or you’re fired!”
  • “Huh? Huh? Oh, come on! You gotta admit, this is cool!”
  • “ I’ll be a bigger hero than you ever were.”
  • “You mean you killed off real heroes so that you could pretend to be one?”
  • “I’ll give them heroics. I’ll give them the most spectacular heroics anyone’s ever seen!”
  • “When everyone’s super no one will be.”
  • “I was wrong to treat you that way. I’m sorry.”
  • “See? Now you respect me, because I’m a threat. That’s the way it works.”
  • “Turns out there are lots of people, whole countries, that want respect, and will pay through the nose to get it.”
  • Oh, ho ho! You sly dog! You got me monologuing! I can’t believe it.”
  • “You can’t! It’s impossible! I’m far too busy, so ask me now before I can become sane.”
  • “Are we there yet?”
  • “Sure, it was difficult, but you are worth it. I mean, after all, I am your biggest fan.”
  • “That ship has sailed. All I wanted was to help you. I only wanted to help, and what do you say to me?”
  • “Fly home. I work alone.”
  • “It tore me apart, but I learned an important lesson. You can’t count on anyone, especially your heroes.”
  • “Ya see that? That’s the way to do it. That’s old school.”
  • “You always, always say “Be true to yourself,” but you never say which part of yourself to be true to!”
  • “And now, you have officially carried it too far.”
  • “This is because I don’t have powers, isn’t it? Well, not every superhero has powers, you know. You can be super without them.”
  • “It’s great to see you, but I gotta tell you, I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.”
  • “But you said we weren’t supposed to use our powers!”
  • “I know what I said! Listen to what I’m saying now!
  • “I can’t lose you again! I can’t. Not again. I’m not strong enough.”
  • “Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it.”
  • “Remember the bad guys on the shows you used to watch on Saturday mornings? Well, these guys aren’t like those guys.”
  • “They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance.
  • “Oh, man–That was totally wicked!”
  • “Well, I am sure I don’t know, darling. Luck favors the prepared.”
  • “Do you think I’m totally irresponsible? Thanks a lot!”
  • “Just like old times, huh?”
  • “That was the best vacation ever! I love our family.”
  • “I should have told you I was fired, I admit it. But I didn’t want you to worry.”
  • “You keep trying to pick a fight, but I’m still just happy you’re alive.”
  • “He’s a disruptive influence and he openly mocks me in front of the class.”
  • “Coincidence? I think not!”
  • “You’re letting him go again? He’s guilty! You can see it in his smug little face. Guilty, I say! Guilty! Guilty!”
  • “I’ve taken courses and learned CPR, and I’ve got excellent marks and certificates I can produce on demand.”
  • “You know, I wish my parents played Mozart when I slept because half the time I don’t even know what the heck anyone’s talking about!”
  • “ I’m sorry. I’ve been a lousy father, blind to what I have. So obsessed with being undervalued that I undervalued all of you.”
  • “You are my greatest adventure, and I almost missed it.”
  • “Am I good enough now?”
  • “DARLING! How are you, it’s been such a long time.”
  • “Don’t make me beg, darling, I won’t do it, you know!”
  • “Tell me you haven’t been listening to the police scanner again?”
  • “Look, I performed a public service. You act like that’s a bad thing.”
  • “Uprooting our family again so that you can relive the glory days is a very bad thing!”
  • “Reliving the glory days is better than pretending they never happened!”
  • “It’s psychotic! People keep coming up with new ways to celebrate mediocrity.”
  • “He starts monologuing! He starts like, this prepared speech about how feeble I am compared to him, how inevitable my defeat is, how the world will soon be his, yadda yadda yadda. I mean, the guy has me on a platter and he won’t shut up!”
  • “I’m not happy. Not happy. Ask me why.”
  • “They caught you on tape and you still got away with it? Whoa!”
  • “Look, what if we actually did what our wives think we’re doing, just to shake things up?”
  • “Valuing life is not weakness.”
  • “Look, I called his bluff, sweetheart, that’s all. I knew he wouldn’t have it in him.”
  • “Next time you gamble, bet your own life.”
  • “Why are you here? How can you possibly bring me lower? What more can you take away from me?”
  • “Oh, you’ll get over it. I seem to recall you prefer to work alone.”
  • “That sounds a little dark for you.”
  • “I knew you couldn’t do it. Even when you have nothing to lose! You’re weak! And I’ve outgrown you.”
  • “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out!”
  • “You took away my future. I’m simply returning the favor.”
  • “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be a good mentor: supportive, encouraging. Everything you weren’t.”
  • “You know, I was right to idolize you? I always knew you were tough, but tricking the probe by hiding under the bones of another super? Oh, MAN! I’m still geeking out about it!”
  • “Help me! Help me! Lame, lame, lame, lame, lame!”
  • I just need a patch job. For sentimental reasons.
  • “Have a great day, honey. Help customers, climb ladders…”
  • “Let me guess. It became smart enough to wonder why it had to take orders.”
  • “Shut it down, do it quickly, don’t destroy it.”
  • “You asked me how to get there and I told you!”
  • “Mom and Dad’s lives could be in jeopardy, or worse their marriage.”
  • “You know I’m retired from hero work.”
  • “Let go of me! Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep!”
  • “How could I betray the perfect woman?”
  • “That was so cool when you threw that car!”
  • “I’m sorry ma'am, I know you’re upset–Pretend to be upset.”
  • “Did I do something illegal?”
  • “The law requires that I answer no.”
  • “Easy, easy girl. You’re overreacting, everything’s fine, they’re just all getting coffee! At the same time. Yeah.”
  • “Settle down, are you kidding? I’m at the top of my game! I’m right up there with the big dogs! Girls, come on. Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don’t think so.”
  • “Every time they run, we take a shot!”
  • “You didn’t save my life, you ruined my death, that’s what you did!”
  • “I’m fired, aren’t I?”
  • “My employer is attracted to power. As am I. It’s a weakness we both share.”
  • “Someone’s always in trouble.”
  • “We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over. From now on, you’re on your own.”
  • “It’s time to engage! Do something! Don’t just stand there, I need you to intervene!”
  • “You’re late. When you asked me if I was doing anything later, I didn’t realize you’d actually forgotten. I thought it was playful banter.”
  • “Does this mean we have to move again?”
  • “You want to go toward the people that tried to kill us?”
  • “Stop it! We are not gonna die! Now, both of you will get a grip!”
  • “We look like bad guys. Incompetent bad guys!”
  • “If he even sneezes, we’ll be there with a hanky and a pair of handcuffs.”
  • “Well, with counseling, I think you’ll come to forgive me.”
  • “Look, I’ve been nice, I’ve stood for photos, signed every scrap of paper you pushed at me.”
  • “Oh, no, no, you don’t have to worry about training me! I know all your moves, your crime-fighting style, favorite catchphrases, everything! I’m your number one fan!”
  • “You’re not affiliated with me!”
  • “I don’t see anyone from the old days, just you, and we’re pushing our luck as it is.”
  • “Where are they now? They are living among us. Average people, average citizens quietly and anonymously making the world a better place.”
  • “Shh, it isn’t your fault. It wasn’t fair for me to suddenly ask so much of you. But things are different now, and doubt is a luxury we can’t afford anymore, sweetie.”
  • “You have more power than you realize. Don’t think, and don’t worry. If the time comes, you’ll know what to do. It’s in your blood.”