ice pinch

TITLE: F#*king marry me already

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 8

AUTHOR: Valarie Ravenhearst2

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine Loki trying to propose to you, trying to make it the most perfect occasion. But every time that it comes to the big night, something happens, like you getting sick or have to work, so it keeps getting put off because he wants it to be perfect

RATING: MA

NOTES/WARNINGS:

LokiPOV

A gas leak. A fucking gas leak! Literally two seconds away from asking her and fucking BOOM! What the actual fuck.
Loki leaves Violet sleeping in bed, the sun still not risen. He sneaks out into the cool early morning air, starting out at a sprint down the streets.

A fucking explosion. We should be engaged right now.

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Teen Wolf x Reader x Supernatural

(Y/N) = Your Name (H/C) = Hair Color (E/C) = Eye Color (S/C) = Skin Color

Stiles wanted a normal life. Well, as normal as you could get with a werewolf best friend, a crush on a girl who was a banshee and being basically the only human out of all of your friends. But hey, he wasn’t one to complain. Well, he was. Sometimes. That’s not the point. The point is he wants one day where he can go to school, plan excuses for not having tomorrows homework in because of some pack crap (so he says yet he stays up late doing it), hate on every happy go lucky couple making out, then go home, read some comics, force his dad to eat healthy then sleep. In his life that’s a long shot but he can dream big. He huffed, shutting his locker harder than needed, poor thing wasn’t at fault.

“Honestly I will be fine.” He turned his attention, as did a few others in the hall, seeing a shorter girl sandwiched between two giants. Just looking at them freaked Stiles out a bit, they were huge. “It’s high school.”

“Exactly. Hell.” The shorter of the two men, which wasn’t short mind you, spoke, huffing and Stiles took note at how deep his voice was. A few of the popular beauty queens were checking them out, gossiping and giggling already.

“Dude,” The taller one groaned, “She’s a big girl she can handle it.”

The girl nodded at the freckled man who groaned at the double bitch face he was receiving. “Fine, but if remember the basic rules. No smoking pot, no underage drinking, if you want to party you can but be back by midnight and - ”

“And if a guy or girl tries to touch me fighting is self defense, blah blah blah you had explained this to me literally eleven times the way here.” She pulled the two to a stop a few feet from Stiles’ locker. “I get it, I love you guys. Now leave. I can handle myself.”

“(Y/N) - ”

“Now!” She rolled her (E/C) eyes, pushing the two lightly. The nodded, the taller one kissing her forehead before they walked out of the school, leaving the girl standing alone, holding a brown side bag. She looked around, locking eyes with Stiles and sending him a small smile. “Brothers right?”

He nodded mutely, not really knowing what to say when a pretty girl talked to him. She looked him over once and he was not ashamed to admit he was then very nervous of his last minute outfit throw together. “I like your shirt.” His shirt? What shirt? He looked down. Oh! Batman shirt.

“You like batman?”

“Is DC not one of, if not the best, comics I’ve read?”

“You’ve read comics?”

She scoffed. “A bit too much really. My brothers say I’m 45% comics 55% sarcasm.” She smirked slightly, “They forgot the 100% perfection but, I let by-gones be by-gones.” She looked down, “I’ve gotta get to the office. Nice meeting you - ?”

He was supposed to say something right? “Oh uh - S-Stiles.” He coughed, “Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski.”

She laughed a bit and holy shit did he hear a choir of Angels? “Nice to meet you 007. I’m (Y/N)…(L/N).” She waved, heading to the direction of the office.

He continued to stare after her, mesmerized by, not only by her features (he thought no one had clearer skin than Lydia Martin), but the outfit style, what he’s seen of her personality and -

“Stiles!”

He let out a screech, a manly one too, arms flailing a bit, hitting Scott, which hurt his hand, and clutched his chest, making eye contact with the puppy eyed were.

“The hell Scott you nearly killed me!”

“What were you staring at?”

He looked back to where he was looking. “I think I’m in love.”

Scott rolled his eyes playfully. “Everyone knows you’re a love sick puppy around Lydia buddy.” He pat his back, eyes furrowing in confusion when Stiles shook his head. “We’re not…talking about…Lydia? Strawberry blonde you’ve loved since third grade?” Stiles shook his head again, smiling sideways at his friend, saying nothing as he headed to class. “Wha - Stiles no! Don’t leave me hanging bro!”

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“Alright class we have a new student, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She just moved here from Virginia Beach so let’s make her feel welcome.” Stiles could have laughed at the annoyed face (Y/N) was making behind the teachers back, stopping when he turned around. “You can pick an empty seat Ms. (L/N).”

She thanked him, making her way towards the back row where Stiles was sat near his little friend group - pack - clique, whatever it was called. “Hey 007.” She said, sitting herself down beside Stiles with a smile.

“Hello Ms. Perfection.” Did that sound too flirty? Oh God he bet it did. He was trying to be funny from earlier and oh God that look Scott and the others were giving him yup him and his big mouth and -

Was she laughing? Head fallen back laughing? “Glad someone seemed to have caught on to my full potential.” He smiled, relaxing a big back in his chair.

“So, you two know each other?” Bad puppy, no interrupting flirty time where Stiles made a pretty girl laugh.

Said pretty girl smiled brightly, looking back to him. “Yes, 007 here had to witness my overprotective brothers lecturing me about high school. And who might you be puppy?” She tilted her head, (H/C) hair falling onto her left shoulder.

“Oh uh - I’m Scott McCall.”

“Nice to meet you Scott.” She smiled, turning back around. Stiles and Scott made eye contact, Stiles smiling widely, tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he nodded a little, Scott rolling his eyes yet smiling at his friends antics.

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“So how do you like Beacon Hills so far?” Honestly Stiles might be dreaming. A pretty girl, no scratch that, a gorgeous girl with (H/C) hair, big beautiful (E/C) eyes and flawless (S/C) skin was handing out with him at some little park, eating ice cream after school. Pinch him.

“It’s nice. Cute town, almost everyone I’ve met is nice. Though Lydia seems to hate me.”

“It’s just cause you’re really pretty I guess she feels threatened.” Did that come out of Stile’s mouth? Seriously? Pinch him. Please.

She laughed again, oh thank God she’s not giving him annoyed or creeped out looks. His phone beeps right as he goes to take a bite of his fudgcicle. Pulling it out, he sees a text from Derek.

‘Pack meeting. Be here. Now.’

He looked back up at (Y/N) who was attempting to walk across on old piece of wood, arms out at her sides. Of course the supernatural had to come ruin his…his… was this a date or hanging out? What was this?

“You look constipated. Are you lactose tolerant?” If he wasn’t so used to getting snuck up on he would have jumped. But he wasn’t used to being snuck up on yet so he did jump.

He shook his head laughing a bit. “No uh, my friend has an emergency and he needs me to come to his place so I uh, I gotta get going.” She nodded in understanding, hopping down from the wood to stand next to him, hand resting palm up as she stared at him. He raised an eyebrow, receiving an eye roll. “Give me your phone dumbass.”

Oh. “Oh!” He went to contacts and handed her his phone, she typed quickly before handing it back. ’(Y/N) The Bestest ;) ;)’ He laughed, stuffing in into his back pocket. “We should hang out again some time.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Is that okay? After school? We could binge watch all the DC movies at your place.”

“I uh - yeah yeah!” His phone beeped again.

‘Stiles! Get your ass here now! - Derek’

'Derek seems super pissed dude hurry up - Scott’

“I gotta go. I’ll uh, see you tomorrow then!”

“See ya 007.”

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Next Part : Part Two

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❝Missed me, big boy? I can tell by the expression on your face.❞

Aversa teased as she held up a finger, tilting her head slightly. Who would have guessed the silverette would catch Ike like this? Perfect timing, on her end. Surely he’s too exhausted to push her away due to working out. As if she would let up, anyhow. The dark flier is quite persistent when she wanted to be.

❝Don’t you know it’s INDECENT to walk around almost bare in front of a pure woman like me? 

To emphasis her point, one of her fingers poked at his chest. It took everything within her to not have a smug expression. Picking on the swordsman is always a delightful activity!

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“I would love to meet with you and coach you.”

Reminds me of this moment right here:

WE WERE BORN TO MAKE HISTORYYYYY!

Yuri On Ice gave me that push to pursue my dream of figure skating. 

Current mood:

Originally posted by laneylily

Stay tuned for future updates—its my turn to be on the ice. <3

anonymous asked:

I'm having a really rough day - nothing's going right and I've been on the recovery for my depression for over a year now and all of a sudden I can feel myself slipping and I was wondering if you would write some sterek fluff to cheer me up?

Stiles skids into Love At First Bite and slows to a halt. “Woah, god, I don’t know where to start!”

Allison and Scott follow him in, giggling at each other, Scott’s fingers twirling in Allison’s hair. Stiles rolls his eyes at them fondly and goes back to what’s important here.

The cakes.

He stares up at a four tiered chocolate cake with cascading cream roses trailing down the side. The detail in the roses is incredible and Stiles feels his mouth watering. He wants to know if they taste as sweet as they look—

“Don’t touch that.”

He jumps backwards and almost falls into a brick wall.

“Jeez,” he twists and sees it is not, in fact, a wall, but a ridiculously hot specimen of a man with an angry glare on his face. “Sorry, man, is this one for you?”

The man snorts, folding his arms and inclining his head at the cake. “No, I made that one.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles feels his mouth fall open. “You’re Derek Hale?”

Derek Hale’s ridiculously beautiful eyes narrow suspiciously at him. It’s really not fair. Stiles has been lusting after his cakes for years. Now he knows Derek isn’t some tiny old man with greying hair and spectacles he’s doomed. His dick is doomed. He’s never going to get a more delicious package than Derek Hale plus his cakes. He’s ruined for life.

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❝Oh? You’ll do ANYTHING that I want? No matter what my request?

Her voiced echoed in the chamber as she approached the cage he was in. Aversa placed hands to her hips as she bent over to get a better look at the deprived man. The sorceress's head tilted as her lips curved into an innocent-like grin. 

❝Tell me, in detail, how it would benefit me to help the likes of YOU? Especially when you will soon FINALLY become my god’s vessel.

She wrapped arms around herself, feeling ever so excited at the thought of Grima resurrecting. It made her giggle as her cheeks heated red. Aversa was actually feeling excited from it. A shudder even came upon her! What a glorious time this is! History in the making!

❝You’re right where you should be. 

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