idk i tried my best to get this to look on a loop

Not Going Anywhere

Prompt: You come through the loop with Jacob

Request: “enoch (movie age?) x reader please :))) maybe the reader is similar to jake + enoch tries to scare her away at first but then realizes he’s falling for her + fluff?? idk thank youuuuu :)))))” -anon

Warning: None really, maybe language

Note: I decided to change the peculiarity, so instead she sees fairies and elves and things like that because it kind of lightens up the story. Also, I don’t see how Enoch would scare her away

Originally posted by fandcm-world

You had met Jacob at the therapy office. Jacob told you of the things he saw and you told him what you saw. You became best friends quickly and started hanging out at places other than the therapist office.

Jacob told you about his grandfather’s stories and you could tell they were real. When he told you he was going to the island that his grandfather told him about, he asked if you wanted to go with him. You convinced your parents to let you go.


You and Jacob found the loop. While Jacob was spending time with Emma, you were hanging out with Fiona and Millard. You hung out with Fiona because you could see fairies hang out around her plants and Millard because he was generally nice to you.

Enoch, for some reason, was rude to you and Millard informed you that he’s usually nicer– not by much, but still nicer. You were getting tired of him being rude to you, so you decided to confront him.

You entered his workshop without knocking.

Enoch rolled his eyes and asked you, “What are you doing here?”

“I want to know why you’re so rude to me.”

“I don’t like you.” Enoch told you, not looking in your eyes.

You tilted you heard to the side, not believing him. “Why?”


“Why don’t you like me?” You repeated.

Enoch still couldn’t look at you nor could he come up with an answer as to why he didn’t like you. He shrugged, not knowing what do say.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You question him, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I don’t know! I just get this feeling whenever I’ around you, okay? I can’t think straight. I don’t act right. You’ve been on my mind since you got here ad I don’t know what the hell is going on.” He ranted.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t hate me Enoch, you don’t dislike me either. You like me Enoch.”

Enoch looked you in your eyes for the first time that day. “What? No, I-I can’t like anyone.” You think you heard him mutter, “I can’t like someone who doesn’t like me back.”

You smiled softly at him, stepping closer to the pale boy. “I like you too Enoch.”

Enoch shook his head and looked down. “No, you’ll leave just like Abe left Emma. No.”

You put your hand on his shoulders, “I’m not going anywhere Enoch.”

I Don’t Even Know Your Name: Part Five

Request:  Can you do a request where y/n is a singer and she isn’t that famous but Shawn is like enamored by her and he sorta brings her to fame and she’s super shy and idk fluffy ending with some fluffy kisses????

A/N: Here is the last part. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it! 

Part Four


Shawn tried his hardest to move his large frame gracefully around the apartment, he really did, but once his hand lost its grip on the handle of the frying pan, he knew there was no use. The pan had hit the ground with an alarming crash so loud the neighbor next door had probably heard it.

“Smooth,” a voice giggled, entering the kitchen. Shawn turned on the heel of his foot to see a growing smirk on her face. The embarrassment was probably evident on his cheeks when he looked down at the floor.

“I was…trying to be quiet—so you wouldn’t wake up,” he stammered, sneaking a quick glance at her while bending down to grab the pan. She looked at him with bright eyes as she hoisted herself up onto the counter and watched him swiftly move around the kitchen to make breakfast.

“It’s okay, I woke up when you stubbed your toe earlier,” she simply said, but he suddenly halted before opening the fridge.

“You heard that too?”

When he turned around, a knowing grin took up her face. His head fell back against the door of the refrigerator as he let out a groan. “It’s okay. Your clumsy ass was bound to make some sort of noise.”

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Thoughts on Down

This is a long-ass shit, and I’m not forcing you to read. Also, please be reminded that this is just MY opinion. We all have different opinions, and I’m here to simply share my thoughts, and not to convince you to change yours. So please don’t go to my ask pushing your opinion. I already heard yours. I woke up to a bunch of “asks” and I already know that some don’t like it, while some do.

My initial reaction:

• why is this so auto-tuned? Okay, Dinah’s voice sounds like smooth warm caramel on top of a sundae. Why is this so basic? Lauren’s adlibs tho! Why are the lyrics so generic? Oooh WFH melody… It’s gonna be a bop! Wait why is the chorus so blandly repetitive? But it’s not that bad. Why do they sound so alike?

• and picture me with my earphones on listening to the first verse, pre-hook, chorus and shit with a pensive look on my face, and disappointment running through my head like damn I wanted more…

But then Gucci Mane came in, (and I know I’m the minority in this one), but for me, the first authentic reaction the song elicited from me was his part.

Why? Because his part was so off and out of nowhere that it took me out of the rut I was in. Like imagine a flat line where the song was just monotonous, like a car cruising on a smooth freeway (not bad, but also kind of boring) but then you run into a pothole and you get jerked off your stupor…

That’s what gucci’s part was for me. A tiny spike on that flat line. A deviation that held my attention. I’m not saying it’s amazing. I’m saying that the grating sound of the bass and the randomness of it was what made me smile while listening to it. I’m not even exaggerating when I say that I was smiling the whole time I was listening to that weird bass with a tiny bit of goosebumps on my skin because I knew then that I COULD like Down without lying to myself. It was the only thing that caught my attention, aside from Lauren’s adlibs (which, girl, I wish she did more. I live for Lauren going offffff)

Don’t get me wrong though, I’m so done with these collabs with rappers, like I wanted to hear them alone, like they did with Boss (idc if you say that one is trash lmao, Boss is a bop for me. I fucking love that shit 😂), but if they really have to collab with rappers, I wish it wasn’t Gucci. Maybe Chance, or Migos damn…

But if it were up to me, I wish they would have collabed with female rappers. I still am salty that NTKG wasn’t utilized much. A missed opportunity with Missy Elliott like bitch you had to release TMG over NTKG? NTKG was at least more authentic with the sound it’s trying to project. It was old school and it owned it. Like Voicemail was reminiscent of 90’s bops and not lacing it with today’s trendy dancehall or tropical vibe. It has its own sound, and not a mix of everything generic we hear today where we hear a song and we automatically hear the edm producers more than the artist.

But OMG I digress, sorry.

So yeah, DOWN…

So after my initial reaction, I gave it a couple more listen, and then I watched the live performance, then I slept, then I woke up the next day and I listened to the audio a couple more times, watched the live several more, and here’s my conclusion:

• Down is that kind of a summer bop which grows on you. It’s not a bad song. It’s simplistic but also season-friendly. It’s probably what the label insisted on as their first release.

The reason why it probably feels lacking for me, aside from its repetitiveness, is that maybe it lacks another verse. It’s shorter than WI and WFH so it feels incomplete. There must be a reason for it. It could really be just a teaser.

• at this point in my 5h-stanning life, I’m not even expecting anything mind-blowing. All I want is for 5H to slay the charts, because this should be their era. They seem genuinely happy now and my god after everything they’ve been through (label shit and all), ALL FIVE OF THEM deserve our unwavering support.

• Sure, Down isn’t what I expected. Yes, I wanted more. I wanted more lyrics. I wanted a kickass sound. But, idk man, after several repeats, I think it’s a good enough bop.

• with regards to the vocals, I still hate the auto-tuned shit. I get that maybe they’re finally utilizing Lauren’s range, but I prefer that they don’t auto tune much because I could barely hear her rasp (which was still obvious in her live performance, despite the higher tone she’s using).

Maybe they’re doing it on purpose, making them sound the same as a symbol of their new sound’s “cohesiveness”, but I prefer old 5h where their voices are uniquely different.

• and I’m not even complaining that it sounds like WFH. I don’t have a problem with an artist using a tried and tested formula for ONE of their album’s single. It’s meant to hook the audience. It gives them that familiar sound which could make a NON-FAN recognize their older hits and draw them to the new one. Just because they said “NEW ERA” doesn’t mean that they should change their ENTIRE sound. There’s always that one or two singles that are meant to hook the general public. It’s a constant compromise a mainstream artist makes with their label.

(I mean, The Chainsmokers basically generate the same sound over and over and they’re charting as if they created music. And no, I’m not a big fan of the chainsmokers.

Point is, re-using WFH is not something unheard of. It’s a business move.)

You really can’t please everybody. Because when Lady Gaga released an album that felt authentic for her, some people criticized it and kept saying they wanted the old “Bad Romance” Gaga. When Lorde released her new single, Green Light, her hipster fanbase called her a sell-out and didn’t like that she’s deviated from her “sound” to be more mainstream and I was like bitch can’t an artist explore a different side of her artistry?

And on the flip side, can’t an artist use their old sound? My point is, Down was produced by the same people who made WFH for a reason. They are playing safe. They wanted a single that would generate enough attention like their previous ones did. Then maybe, just maybe, their next singles which probably showcase their authentic sound and lyrics will have as much impact since now people are paying attention. Because no matter how much we want them to be authentic, they’re still a girl group under a greedy ass label who needs them to maintain what their idea of a girl group music and image should be..

And while Down is not something I’m particularly excited about, it’s starting to get stuck in my head, and I don’t hate it. It’s a light summery chill song that’s good to play with your friends while sipping on your drinks by the pool. It is what it was supposed to be.

I get it, I was disappointed too. Down is a downer. But I’m not gonna judge the whole album with one single yet. I’m gonna wait.

This is why I wrote this one before Down was released:

Because I knew that I wasn’t expecting much from their music. I sure hope for more, definitely, BUT stanning 5H isn’t always about their music.

And just because I don’t like a few of their songs, doesn’t mean they don’t deserve my support.

I’m supporting 5h because they represent girls who are not a standard definition of what society thinks a girl should look like or how they should act like. They symbolize us. They showed us that one can achieve their dreams through hard work, and while they have been mistreated before (by their label and by fans alike) they still kept their heads up high, with grace and maturity, and kept on spreading love and inspiration, and they kept on smiling even if their hearts were breaking. They kept striving to be the best they could be, and it’s inspiring. And to see genuine warmth from these pop stars, their love and appreciation for their fans, is something that makes me wanna stan them forever. That’s why even if i really don’t like their music, I’d still keep on stanning them, because what they shared to us, the representation they gave us, the beauty and poise they all showed us, man, even if they fucking screeched for an entire album, I’ll be fuucking putting that on loop and still support their asses.

And I know it’s blind support, but I knew what I was getting into when I started supporting 5h. I wasn’t a pop person before this, I knew I won’t love their music so much. I stan them because I like them, plain and simple.

And I know it’s different for everybody. It’s all just a matter of preferences. Some could unstan just coz they don’t like the song, and that’s totally okay. We’re free to stan or unstan whoever we want. But like I said, it’s just one song. Let’s wait for the other singles and the album.

Ideally, I would love for them to show us everything they have as artists. This is their chance to go big. They have so much potential and I would have liked to see it shine while they’re still in the group. I want the brand Fifth Harmony to leave a lasting mark in this industry. I want them to be on the same spot as TLC or SG or DC. I want them to legit deserve their title.


That’s all I want. And I hope I’ll find that in 5H3.

Yes, Down is empty.

But I won’t unstan just because of one song. We can be disappointed (as I sure was), but I think that 5H is worth more than a few musical disappointments.


Stranger Things Season 2 Trailer Shot by Shot Rundown Pt 2

  A week late but here you go (the first run down can be found here)

disclaimer: i own nothing, all shots and scenes depicted belong to Netflix

it should also be noted that these are just MY theories and opinions. I am by no means an expert, and you are absolutely entitled to your own thoughts and theories.

without further adieu here we go-


as long as she has her eggos and is safe that’s all that matters :’)

i hope shes warm enough

that person is me running away from all the shit that’s about to hit the fan

so i’m assuming this season is really going to focus on the lines between dimensions blurring around Halloween thus why Will is struggling so hard rn yada yada yada nothing new

i want to know why this monster is just now on the radar you know? like while Will was in the Upside Down did he know about THIS thing or just the demagorgan

dang i guess trick or treat is ruined then?


??? where are they? and who is that random man with them? it kind of looks like a lab or some place underground. also i’m screaming bc 

NOTE: their outfits here are different from the ones they’re wearing in the shot of them staring at the wall i love detective legends WHO GO OFF AND RESEARCH THE SUPERNATURAL by themselves how interesting 

no really who is this guy and who is he keeping tabs on (see: the white note cards to the left)

WHO YOU GONNA CALL (i made this joke in my last rundown i’m sorry i’m so lame)

i think i mentioned this in the last run down, but even though i’m not a huge fan of Steve atm, i’m intrigued by this dynamic of him and the kids they’re going to be doing

does every small town in tv shows have a lookout point where the core group congregates to see shit go down?

this is such cool cinematography if they did, in fact, make one side of the road green and the other dying on purpose

i’m ALSO SO EXCITED TO SEE THIS FRIENDSHIP DYNAMIC THIS SEASON (just bc Will was MIA last season, we didn’t really get to see much about his relationship with the other three aside from how much they wanted him back, and towards the very end of the final episode)

ok even though this new monster is creepy as hell and i’m so upset will has to suffer again this season……….this kid is a hella talented artist way to go Will you’re doing great

omg please stop hurting mah boy…but also wtf why do I have to deal with another slow burn ship this season screw this

…….you……’re to blame

who are you and what are those glowing light cylinders doing in front of you

NOTE: i actually think this is Hop in the same scene as a clip you will see later in the trailer…you can look there to see my theory on why he is doing this stay tuned

pictures???? of what I can’t tell. why are they showing these to him while hes in the hospital? (peep the gown)

someone help this kid pls

are they at an ER or a police station?

big mood Joyce (ugh I hate how she has to suffer through this again just let the Byers live please)

can’t even tell whats going on here other then the fact that it looks like the upside down next slide

what are all these wires yikes

this doctor seems like (based on what I saw this trailer especially) he’s going to become a new reoccurring character…interesting…he better not back stab any of my children or i will stab him in his back


oh my god a conversation between Will and Mike where Mike fills him in and tries to explain his feelings for Eleven HERE FOR IT PLEASE LORD




ummm…??????? first of all whose house is this, I dont reconize it and second of all…

why does she look so angry now i’m kind fo concerned WHOSE HOUSE IS THIS?

halloween dance maybe? i’m just confused as to why people are at the school in the middle of the night, i think this is mainly wishful reaching on my part

what’s interesting to me about this shot is not even so much the drawing (which i discussed in my last rundown), but the fact that Joyce has the phone next to her again? last season she had it in hopes of communicating with Will, which causes me to question who she is waiting for this time?

a portal i’m guessing?

NOTE: I think that Steve and Dustin are going to be the main friendship focus out of the kids and Steve. i think it’s going to be Will off having problems of his own, Mike with Eleven when she comes back sorting things out, and Max and Lucas…which i’m guessing is going to be the love interest for max they’ve been hinting at and if any of the crazies out there start trying to SHIP Dustin and Steve I will come for your throats

jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus please mAKE THIS STOP


nope ignore, next


how many dang trips is Hop taking to the Upside down this season?

edit: see further down for the theory

see: my last statement 

who are you odd doctor man?

well he kind of looks as out of the loop as the rest of us so i think we can trust him…for now…

*heavy labored breathing*

oh boy…

excuse me while i scream until my lungs concave (OK BUT THE BED ROOM SHARING TROUPE PARALLEL??? CANT I JUST CATCH MY BREATH FOR FIVE SECONDS BEFORE BEING ATTACKED AGAIN?? okay but it kind of looks like theyre in a hotel???? why????????????)

Holes (2003) that should be Hopper behind her

this scene was in the Comicon trailer and it doesn’t concern me any less now 

me too steve…me too…

…will the real Karate Kid please stand up

actually, the more i think about it, the more i’m thinking Hop making all these weird trips to the Upside Down has to do with that deal he made with the scientists last season…like his end of the bargain was basically doing all the dangerous dirty work everyone else is too afraid to do 

that or he’s being sent to locate Eleven but I’m choosing to ignore this theory

YIKES (Part 18937487002)

lowkey think this is going to be that weird pet thing Dustin eventually gets but watch me be wrong

classic Samwise Gamgee

nothing but respect for my sons (if their love triangle causes any sort of animosity between these two this season I’m burning something)

i reeeeeeeeeeaaaaallllllyyyyyyyyy want to like Max this season and I hope shes more like cool and reserved and not annoyingly angsty and rude like so many tv franchises like to paint preteen girls. but Stranger Things has not failed me yet so I’m going to give them the benefit of the doubt

interesting that Will and Mike aren’t there doing whatever the heck they’re doing, but Steve and Max are? idk if it means anything, it’s just interesting. makes me wonder if Will and Mike are going to be off figuring out whats happening to Will, while these four focus on something else? but what?

Dustin is ready to throw down (I think that this has to do with his “pet” they’ve been teasing this season. like idk maybe he’s trying to tame it or something)

everyone in this show is about to be in the best damn shape of their lives with all the running they seem to be doing my god

oh my god??? so it looks like they’re sterilizing him for something, but Hop looks like he’s in pain so I’m completely against whatever the hell is going on in this scene

NOTE: this is probably in reference to him paying off his end of the bargain with the lab

can this monster just calm tf down and give these mf kids a chance to take a BREAT?????????????? LEAVE

this whole trailer consisted of horrified looks, people in pain, and running

so maybe Hop is being used to test weapons for the labroatory on the monsters in the Upside Down? and that was the deal he made?

the amount of panic and seeming lack of experience these people working at the lab have expressed on multiple occasions makes me doubt their credibility as scientists to begin with

she looks terrified and sweaty this is not a good combination (also did you know that Nancy Wheeler could run me over with an 18 wheeler and I would say “thank you”?)

that looks like Nancy’s gun so looks like the core group is getting ready to rumble 

can’t tell if he looks suspicious, seductive, confused, or constipated in this shot so MOVING ON

??????????????? who tf are you? (based on the pictures on the walls, he’s in the Byers house?)


I don’t think I’ve ever hated an idea more than the idea of my bois going into the upside down themselves no thanks

does anyone know this guys name? i can’t keep calling him Samwise


a raid of sorts? but on what because this doesn’t look like the upside down so…the real world?

again with these inexperienced scientists working on what is apparently a very important government project. this staff need to be reevaluated

*Teenager by My Chemical Romance plays in the distance*

(the relevance behind this shot makes me curious, because from what i can tell which obviously isn’t a lot with the mask and such, its not anyone we know yet…and it’s just a bunch of teenagers sooooo)

i think it should be noted that Dustin is wearing the same outfit and headset from that scene from the previous trailer where he’s screaming “ABORT ABORT” so my guess is we are just going to have one episode where the kids venture into the Upside Down for a mission of their own (in which they ALL better return safely or I will be making some calls)

i’m confused now, because previous to this, it looked like Dustin was outside with the headset kind of running point, but here it looks like he’s in there with them??? idek anymore

i’m so sosososoososososososo really for this show down scene


this pretty much confirms for me my theory on how the love triangle pans out (Lucas and Max end up together) 

*sigh* at this point, i’m officially worried for every single one of the main characters 

LOOKS LIKE JOHNNYBOY HIT BACK(look at that bloody nose) OOooOOooOOOOOoO (also i can’t wait to hate you whoever you are we’re just going to call you Crusty for now)

hmmm….this is the same van that those teenagers in masks were getting out of a few scenes back…interesting


she literally looks so angry this trailer oh man…though this one she also looks more…upset maybe?

correct me if i’m wrong but is that not the woman who we’re pretty sure is Eleven’s mom? the distortion around the camera also kind of makes it look like a vision/ flashback, so this could possibly be something Eleven is seeing and explain why she’s so upset?

this looks like the same scene where she’s yelling and looking pretty mad. also noted: this is the same outfit she’s wearing when she appears in that unknown door way looking so angry 

NOTE: i’m also confused about her hair? like yes, i know they let Millie grow her hair out this season, but in a recently released short clip where Eleven busts out of the wall into the middle school, her hair is still buzzed. so does this suggest a time jump? if so, how much time has passed? does this also suggest that she came through the upside down a while back and has been living on her own long enough for her hair to get THAT long? which would mean she didn’t go to Mike or the others for help, she just has been roaming around doing whatever it is they’ll have her doing…

solidifies my belief that Dustin and Steve will be the main friendship they will be pushing this season 

NOTE: ….??? why does Dustin have flowers? i lowkey think Dustin is going to awkwardly go to Steve as like a big brother figure to give him advice on his crush on Max

eternal mood

oh okay wow…so this is actually right before all the shit with the kids going into the upside down all happens (Dustin’s shirt and headset)

all of these scenes with the same outfits makes me wonder how long of a time period this season spans over…honestly my guess would be like three days

lol why does Steve seem so confused by the contents of his own trunk

NOTE: whoa whoa whoa this just went from day to night…so the whole “do you still have the bat” scene is different from Steve actually removing the bat from his car

why does Steve have the bat to begin with? I thought it was Jonathan’s?

i’m betting said shit just officially went down


QUESTION: is there anything you guys want me to do when the episodes are released? maybe like an episode rundown w/ my thoughts and opinions? idek leave a comment if you reblog and have an idea


Love Me, Love Me Not

a Chris Evans one-shot.

  • genre: fluff
  • trigger: none, actually almost nsfw but also not?? idk how to explain this
  • word count: 978 words
  • author: @clareae
  • summary: after attending an event with chris, you were a little bit more tipsy than you thought.

You and Chris decided to stay in the nearest hotel instead of going home after the event, both having had a little too much to drink at the after party and a little too exhausted to make the drive home. In the hallway, you decided to run around in spite of your heels, creating a ruckus for the rest of the patrons. Although Chris found it amusing, you yelling and laughing so loudly, he was scared that an angry patron will come outside. He immediately grabbed you before you can run away and squatted down, swiftly carrying you over his shoulder as he finally reached your room’s door.

You giggled and held on to him while he pushed the door open after the beep was heard. He set you down inside and turned around to close the door, you immediately jumped onto the bed to calm your hazy vision a little bit, not bothering to take off your evening gown or your heels. Chris stood in front of the bed as he took off his suit jacket and tugged his tie off, rolling up the sleeves to his crisp white shirt. After he took off his shoes and socks, he picked a half-bloomed, pink peony from the ceramic vase placed on the table behind him.

He offered you the flower with a small bow, “My lady.” He proceeded to climb onto the bed and then lied down next to you.

“Why, thank you, sir,” you took the flower and twirled it around in your hand. You decided to get up and straddle him, sitting on his toned stomach. “You love me,” you picked a flower petal off and threw it mindlessly, having it land on the bed. “You love me not,” another flower petal gone. 

Chris placed an arm under his head and the other rested idly on your thigh as he watched you intently with an amused smile on his face. He was grateful that at least it was easy for him to get you into the room despite the ruckus you caused earlier. You were already down to the last few petals, the rest strewn all over the bed you both will be sharing for the night, the pink petals making a beautiful contrast all over the white sheets.

“You love me,” you repeated again and picked of the second to last petal. You were quiet for a little bit as you stared at the last petal and realised the result you ended up with, and then you looked at him and frowned, “You don’t love me?”

Chris decided to play along. He hissed and then shrugged, “Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that for a while.” He gazed rather seriously at you, but a small smile was trying to fight its way across his lips, “I wanted to tell you, but I guess the flower beat me to it. I’m really sorry you had to find out this way.”

You stared at him with your big eyes, still pouting your lips. In your drunken state, you actually thought he was being completely serious. Chris couldn’t help but laugh, the hand that was placed on your thigh moved to his chest as his shoulders were shaking. “Oh, you are more drunk than I thought,” he said, pulling you by the hand so that you were lying on top of him.

“I am not!” You argued, trying to get up, but his arm was looped around your shoulders, holding you in place.

“Don’t be stubborn now, princess. Why don’t you go to bed?” He suggested. “Come on,” he rolled you off of him and tried to envelope you in his arms, hoping you’d just fall asleep. But no.

“Nooooo,” you whined, pushing him away. “I’m not sleepy,” you said and ended the sentence with an ironic yawn.

“Alright, well, why don’t we play hide and seek, okay? You’re it. Count to ten,” He mused.

“What are we, five?” You rolled your eyes.

“Just do it,” Chris prompted. “You were the one running around the hallway not ten minutes ago, you’re telling me suddenly you’re all grown up?” He teased, grabbing your hand and placing your palm over your eyes so you’d shut them as he got off the bed.

“One…” you dragged your words. “Two…”

Your voice disappeared a little bit as he pushed the door to the bathroom open and grabbed the two bathrobes hung on the metal railings. He draped them over his forearm and peeked at you, watching you slur just as you reached seven. You didn’t even get to finish the word eight before finally stopping and falling into deep slumber. Chris chuckled quietly, shaking his head as he stood over the bed, taking your strappy heels off.

He then turned you to the side gingerly, unzipping your dress for you. He tried to be respectful about it, not letting his eyes wander and just focusing on slipping the uncomfortably tight dress off, then immediately grabbing the bathrobe and put your arms through it–still trying to move carefully and swiftly to not wake you up–before finally tying it securely around your waist. He proceeded to take his own clothes off and put on his bathrobe, taking the clothes on the floor and draped it over the chair so that you two can still wear it tomorrow morning to get home.

After he was done, he dimmed the lights and climbed onto the bed, pulling you into his arms and scanned your features in the dim lighting before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you,” he whispered.

You stirred, letting out a groan, but he wrapped his arms around you tighter. “Okay, okay, shh” Chris rubbed your back up and down and then patting it gently, keeping you close as the impending exhaustion finally got the best of him.

Rutnam Shore


Dean/Cas, Dean/Cassie
21k words
Chubby!Dean, college au (kind of), mystery, hurt Dean Winchester, chock full o’ plot

Summary:  Dean Winchester has never been past the city limits of the sleepy town of Rutnam Shore. Except in his dreams, where he travels the country in a classic car and fights mythical beings with his little brother. It’s the only time he gets to see his brother, since Sam died in a car crash when they were kids. Dean wants nothing more than to get as far away from Rutnam Shore as he can, but unfortunately he’s afraid of driving and feels like he’s stuck.

“Dean! Dean, don’t go over there!”

Ignoring the distant sound of his father’s voice, Dean continues scaling the wall of rocks separating him from the rest of the beach. He’s lived at Rutnam Shore for his entire life and yet this is the first time his parents have taken him to the actual beach. He’s not going to miss out on the opportunity to explore to his heart’s content.

But, as it happens, Dean is only 5 and his legs can only take him so far before his dad scoops him up and carries him back down to the crowded beach.

“You could’ve at least put your shoes on before pulling that stunt,” Dad chastises as he sets Dean down beneath the umbrella and cleans off the bottom of his feet. “Don’t do that again. You hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” Dean mumbles.

His dad doesn’t say anything else, but Dean knows if he tries to get up and join Mom and Sammy down at the shoreline then his dad will fuss at him again.

So he sits quietly, if a little huffy, and watches as Sam smacks at the sand while sitting in Mom’s lap, the tide gently washing back and forth beneath them.

Eventually Dean turns away. He finds an old woman looking his way, but she quickly averts her gaze toward the water. Dean looks at her a moment longer, but she doesn’t look at him again.

He thinks this must be a perfect day, if he could only climb over that rock.

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okay it is time to use the sleep, but i’ve seen a bunch of those paladins in the hogwarts houses posts and i DISAGREE WITH ALL OF THEM so here we go


look. i understand why you want to put her in ravenclaw. i get it. she’s super smart and loves technology, has an instinctual intelligence that just blows the rest the rest of them out of the water, and a passion for tech that fills this girl’s tiny body with joy. i understand why you want to put this girl in the smart house. but – no.

pidge’s actions speak not about a love for technology and knowledge – but a love for family. the whole reason pidge is in this crazy mess to begin with is because she was searching for her father and brother. to find them she concealed her gender, went under a fake name, got accepted into the academy, then slowly picking away at any information she can scrap up to find her family. that takes patience. her success is the product of thankless hard work to achieve a goal that’s had no results. but she endures and pushes forward, because above all pidge has loyalty to her family.

patience. hard work. loyalty. look i’m sorry but our adorable tech nerd is a hufflepuff.

that brings us too –


all too often shoved into hufflepuff because of his niceness or ravenclaw because he’s an ace mechanic. but neither of these quite fit.

hunk’s most prominent trait in this series is his fear. he’s scared all the time. he’s cautious when no one else is, is hesitant about taking risks the others jump into head first because he is afraid. this, of course, can only mean one thing: our hunky hunk is, obviously, a gryffindor.

courage is doing something even though you’re afraid. by that definition, hunk is the bravest person on that team. when push comes to shove he’s always there, when it matters he doesn’t hesitate. he pulls his courage to the fore and does what needs to be done.

also hunk is obviously the most chivalrous person on that team. need a gentleman to show you a good time, walk you home, lend you his jacket, and expect absolutely nothing at the of the date so he’s delighted by the kiss on the cheek you give him? hunk is your MAN.

literally he’s so gryffindor im crying.


okay i’ll admit our sentient ball of angst threw me for a loop since his defining characteristics are: anger, prickliness, and cluelessness (honestly this poor boy cant catch a break). he’s not a ravenclaw, he’s not particularly loyal, i wouldn’t define him as brave so much as desperate, and slytherin is so wrong for him it doesn’t even bear thinking about.

but then i realized keith’s defining characteristic : self hatred and an appalling lack of self esteem. like ye, he knows he’s a great fighter and a great pilot, whatever. but the only friend he has is shiro, and he never really clicks with the rest of the team, with pidge always with her head in the clouds and hunk and lance each other’s best friends, and somehow even when keith tries to be nice to lance the other boy ends up getting upset anyway. and keith’s got SECRETS and a PAST and he doesn’t even like himself, so why would anyone else? and he’s loyal to shiro, sure, but i don’t think that’s because he’s a loyal person or values loyalty in any way, but because shiro is all he has, so of course he’s protective of him.

this means that keith goes into … gryffindor!

look giving every day 110% when you’re uncertain and angry is really hard. but keith is always, always there for the other members of his team. he threw his lot in with them with reckless abandon, even though he’s keeping secrets from them and thinks that they don’t REALLY like him, even though keith is dealing with heavy shit in maybe not the best way he gets up every day and does his absolute best to be the BEST he can be for the people depending on him.

idk that takes a hell of a lot of courage and bravery as far as im concerned.


oh my salty winter teenager. people think you’re a gryffindor because you’re brave, or a hufflepuff because you’re loyal. but that’s not the case. you, my child, are the lone slytherin on this ship.

look, no one ever said slytherins were subtle. lance’s loyalty and bravery are functions of his ambition. he wants to be the best always. the best pilot, the best shot, the best with the ladies. hunk is his best friend and pidge was on his team and he tries SO HARD at the academy to make them into one cohesive team of people that work together, and he probably would have succeeded if pidge hadn’t been hiding a giant secret. because he wanted the BEST team.

is he particularly cunning? no. is he resourceful as all hell and is everything he does aimed at being the BEST in some way? you bet your ass


okay this one is SO OBVIOUS. he’s a great leader! he leads with patience and kindness and as gentle a hand as he can bear to have in these difficult times. he wakes up early to train, he believes in training long and training hard but not burning anybody out. he believes in fair play, in doing the right thing even when the right thing is painful or hard. he is intensely loyal to the paladins for no other reason than they’re his.

he’s brave as a function of his loyalty, of his sense of fair play / righteousness. he’s ambitious in this same way too, the stronger he is and the more allies and power they have the more he can keep his team safe, the closer they come to restoring peace and fairness to the universe.

honestly has anyone been MORE of a hufflepuff since helga herself like come on

anyway that’s my take on everyone goodnight folks

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  • so the all the kids love their moms a Whole Heck of a Lot right and obviously kara and lena love their kiddos more than words can describe and its not that there’s any favoritism??  at all, like none, its just that stella is sort of naturally closer to lena??  in the same way that finn and maia are sort of naturally closer to kara, like there’s a certain sort of distance created when you’re a kid and you physically can’t Be a certain way around one of your parents
    • so there’s not distance per se but just….things that kara can do with finn and maia that she cant do with stella and things that lena can do with stella that she cant do with finn and maia 
      • and its not a Thing but then it sort of becomes a Thing ??  not so much for finn and maia bc lena and kara have gotten creative in making sure that lena’s always been able to be as involved in their lives as kara 
    • but heres the deal: maia and finn have kara’s powers and kara trains them.  that’s cool, thats fine, stella gets why she does; kara takes them to the deo with her a lot and they punch cars together (especially maia, she’s got a Lot of Rage to work through) and they go flying and kara helps them practice control over their powers and stella can’t help but feel a little left out??  bc for the most part, because her siblings are in control of their powers, they have the option to do everything she can with lena but stella doesnt have the same option with kara
    • and she hides it rlly well!  she does!  bc its not kara’s fault and its not finn and maia’s fault, its just how they are, and stella decides it has to be her fault which in turn feeds into the dark thoughts she already has bc, you know, empath that acts as an emotional sponge for the world
      • kara and lena both notice little stella withdrawing, kara notices its more around her than lena and is like..heartbroken.  just fucking devastated bc holy shit what did she do how did this happen she fucked up she fucked up and lena tries to comfort her but she’s p worried too like fuck whats going on 
      • and it doesnt help that stella can literally feel everything that they feel???  so she just shoves her feelings down even more and bounces back and then it boils over and this one in her class says her brother said that her brother is a word that makes stella shake with anger and she just hauls off and punches the girl
      • lena’s usually the parent the school calls first but she’s in opal city for a conference so lena calls kara, then the school calls kara and she’s in the middle of an interview and she let lena go to voicemail bc if its urgent she’ll call back but then she’s like “crap, it’s my daughter’s school” and her subject (idk wonder woman or smth) is like “omg no don’t worry, family first” and is super understanding when kara bolts
      • and like…….she would have expected this from maia, maybe (maia, who still takes the supplement that suppresses her powers bc she doesnt trust herself not to, maia, who gets so numb she just sometimes hits stuff just to feel something) but not stella??  not tiny little stella that used to sob when she accidentally pulled lena’s hair as a toddler or completely forgot kara had superstrength and would apply bandaid after bandaid when she bumped her elbow on the table
        • so she gets to the school and stella’s just Not Talking, in full shut down like she gets when she gets fried from the world (its sort of sensory overload??  thats the best way to describe it) and she shies away when kara reaches for her, tries to tip her face up to get a better look at the black eye she’s got forming
        • pls note that stella’s maybe eleven and still Small and she looks even tinier to kara now, looks more like the baby she pulled out of an abandoned car on the pier, and kara’s heart twists and twists at the way stella wont look at her
        • so she lays her phone on the chair next to stella and marches into the principals office and, while she agrees that stella shouldnt have resorted to violence, she also fully trusts and believes that her daughter wouldnt do anything without reason and she just verbally eviscerates the other mom, who tries to make it out like her daughter hasnt been harassing stella for years or anything (bc kara fucking commits every name to memory, every person that has ever hurt her kids, remembers their names what they said or did and she seethes bc she cant ??  fix all their problems for them???)
        • and when she marches back out, stella’s playing candy crush and has managed to escape with only suspension for the rest of the day and she still wont look at kara but she grabs onto kara’s hand with surprising force and kara’s like Okay, everything is going to be Okay
      • eventually stella says it, not to kara, but to alex bc she cant face her mom, either of her moms, with this, not when she’ll feel everything kara feels and she cant handle how it’ll hurt her to know that stella feels so angry and so useless, feels like she cant keep up with kara so she doesnt feel like she should even try, like she doesnt deserve to be kara zor-el’s daughter 
        • so alex asks if she cant tell this to kara and stella sort of sobs out a please and alex is a lot better at compartmentalizing, which is a skill stella appreciates bc it means all she can feel is alex’s love for her, kindness, warmth, not the way alex’s heart is breaking for her youngest niece
        • so alex tells kara and kara is fucking devastated like holy shit how did she not see this and alex and lena both are like hey its okay, she buries her feelings, thats part of her powers and lena’s like i didnt see it either but none of it helps bc kara’s like i failed her, i failed my kid
      • stella usually carpools w/ her best friend home or to lena’s office after school but kara all but demands an afternoon off, storming into snapper’s office and throwing him for like…..several loops with the way she basically tells him she’s taking this thursday and every thursday hereafter off.  and she calls ari’s mom to tell her that she’s picking up stella and she’s the first car at pick up and she picked up stella’s favorite drink from starbucks on her way over and her heart sort of twists a little at the obvious surprise on stella’s face to see her but she works extra hard to box that up and it must be working because stella’s stormy expression has already cleared a bit by the time she makes it to the car
        • when they pull up to the deo, stella figures that it must be time for her like biannual brain scans, to see how she’s matching up with other telepathic aliens bc they still dont know that much abt her species, but then kara’s guiding her down a different hallway, still just chatting with her abt her day and stuff like that
        • they walk into one of the Many training rooms and stella’s like ?????  and kara tosses her a gym bag from a locker that stella notices has her name on it and is like i know it’s really hard to not be able to do what your brother and sister can and i am so sorry that i never saw how much you’re struggling.  and i know its not fair that you dont get to punch cars with us, but you can punch this punching bag and talk to me and stella’s sort of overwhelmed??  but in a good way for once
        • so thats how they start spending thursday afternoons.  kara has alex teach stella proper form after that first day and then they figure out a routine—kara greets stella with a snack afterschool and they head to the deo and dont talk about the heavy stuff until after stella’s changed, after kara’s wrapped stella’s hands, until stella’s gotten a few good punches in, kara steadying the bag.  then it all starts coming out, all the terrible thoughts stella has, all the horrible things she feels that arent even her feelings to begin with, all these awful orphaned emotions that she takes on without meaning to
          • the system works rlly well bc stellas too wrapped up in her own head, in her words and in making sure she’s in the proper stance, throwing her weight the right way to notice anything kara’s thinking or feeling which is good bc she’s a kid and she shouldnt be worried about her mom’s stuff, she should just feel safe enough to let kara carry some of the burden


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To be honest, it’s kind of embarrassing how long it takes Kenma to notice.

Of course, he’s known Kuroo for forever. He’s seen him as a baby, seen him cry when he was attacked by a pigeon, seen him with cake smeared all over his face because he fell asleep at his eighth birthday party, seen him vow to boycott Disney after Bambi’s mother had died.

That sort of thing is pretty hard to be attracted to.

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How Stiles and Scott Met?

Word Count~ 859
Rating~ cute
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Request~ Anonymous said:
Could you do a Scott and Stiles based of the video on how they met (if you type in on YouTube “how Scott and Stiles met it will be the first one) and the reader is one of there older sisters you can choose and she takes him to the park. Could you use Tyler’s and Dylan’s version of the story please. Thank you.

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Supercorp and baking? But plot twist it's a college au and maybe they added something special to the brownies. Thanks my dude enjoy being drunk

fuck i love you anon. i also know nothing about baking edible mary-j so. i’m sorry if this is totally wrong bc it probably is. yeah alcohol! 

“i don’t like smoking.”

kara shrugs. “that’s okay,” she says. her fingers idly twist in the bedsheets. “i don’t like it either.”

they’re tangled together in kara’s small dorm bed and lena’s music is being amped through kara’s tiny speakers and lena’s shirt is on the floor of kara’s itsy-bitsy room. kara’s roommate is out so that means lena is in. kara breathes nicely, skin buzzing and smile easy. 

“i’ve never had edibles though,” lena says. she adjusts herself so she sits up on the pillows. kara hums, pillows her head on lena’s chest. 

“i know a guy?”

lena smiles. “really?”

“i mean.” kara shrugs again, a memory of lucy explicitly waxing poetic about the wonders of magic brownies churning in her head. lena’s fingers tangle into hers. “i’ve always wanted to make my own, too.”

“where would we do that?” lena laughs and gestures around them. “i don’t think that would be the smartest thing.”

“no,” kara agrees. she shifts so that she’s now on lena’s stomach, ear pressing into soft skin and hearing so much. bodies are weird. 

the music plays and the room is caught in this nice space in between time: kara snuggled to lena, air thick, windows dim. a thought occurs to her. 

she sits up then, lena jolting in the quick motion.“james’s apartment isn’t far from here,” she says, arms still wrapped around her girlfriend’s midsection. 

lena recovers and appraises kara carefully. “james isn’t into hooligan antics.” she taps kara’s nose which makes kara scrunch up her face. 

“neither are we.”

“yeah, but isn’t there like, an etiquette to this stuff?” lena flips a wild piece of hair out of kara’s face. “we can’t just invite ourselves over.”

kara rolls her eyes. “it’s james. he never locked his door freshman year.”

lena laughs, hand cupping kara’s cheek and kara leans into the touch. “winn hated him for that.”

“he still does.”

the dim light turns lena’s black hair blue, something so pretty that kara can’t stop the kiss she plants on lena’s lips, soft simple and sweet. it’s distracting, and they spend a little time getting a lot lost. 

“say we take over james’s kitchen,” lena mumbles against kara’s lips. “where would we get the stuff?”

kara pushes forward, eager for that sweet pressure. “like i said, i know a guy.”

lena laughs, open and cute. “you know everyone.”

kara flips her hair and smiles smugly. “i know.”

lena shakes her head but kisses kara anyways. by the time they’re done lena is resting atop kara’s chest, both breathing heavy and the daylight long gone. 

“so you know a guy?”

kara’s hand feels hot and heavy against lena’s bare back. 



brian texts kara back in less than two minutes.

finally, is all he says, followed by his address and a slew of excited emojis. 

lena shoves kara lightly on the shoulder and kara pretends to fall, arms flailing and legs dramatically thrown up. 

“you shouldn’t shove people,” kara whines, phone still in her palm. lena’s response is to shove kara again, and this time kara makes an effort not to budge. 

“you can handle it,” lena says with a wink. kara’s cheeks pink after that, and lena picks up her clothes off the floor with more attractiveness than what should be allowed. 

“you’re crazy.”

lena stands and puts her hand on her hip, levels her gaze at kara. “i’m not the one making drug deals at six in the afternoon. 

kara snorts and goes to dig around her drawers for shorts. “you’re paying for half of it,” she points out. “so that makes two crazies.”

she doesn’t see it but she knows with certainty lena is rolling her eyes. 

“it’s because i love you.”


“it’s true.”

lena fixes her hair in the mirror, sweatshirt baggy and skin faintly flushes. kara’s heart does that weird thumpy thing again and the room waltzes to that special halt once more. 

“yeah,” she says. “true.”


kara isn’t a terrible baker but lena’s a distraction. 

“we have to distribute the marijuana equally or -” kara sighs, lena’s arms tight around her waste and breath warm on her neck. “- or some parts will be more thc heavy than others.” 

lena hums, smart enough to understand but clearly not caring. “okay.”

“i’m gonna do that now.”

lena nibbles softly at her earlobe and kara tilts her head, almost spilling the batter in the process. 

“lena,” she whines.

“yes?” lena smiles into her skin. 

“lena.” it’s james’s voice carried over from the living room. “let kara bake.”

“please,” winn calls after. “also, i’m totally beating james right now if anyone cares.” the bouncy sounds of their mario kart game bop around the apartment and winn whoops in celebration. 

“bow down,” winn cries, the sound of his controller hitting the hardwood with a loud clack. it’s followed by james’s groan and another bouncy tune. “bow down, boy.”

kara’s able to get everything in the pan without much hassle and prays she’s done it right. lena’s moved to lean against the counter so the extra space is welcomed but kara reaches for her again anyways, hand fondling the scratchy familiar of lena’s sweater. 

“now we wait,” she says as she slides it into the oven. “and then we become real hooligans.”

“luthors aren’t hooligans,” lena says. 

kara nods, brings her hands to her chest in mock grievance. “of course. how naive of me to forget.”

“please share,” james calls from the living room. winn whoops again and james swears under his breath, that bouncy boppy tune growing stronger with every passing second. “you better share. you use my kitchen you share the goods.”

kara sends a salute over to the boys’ way even though they aren’t paying attention. “will do, good sirs.” she turns to lena, smile mischievous. “and you said james didn’t like hooligan antics.”

“i love hooligan antics,” james yells. lena shrugs. 

“i stand defeated.”

kara kisses her anyways. 


“lucy said not to take the entire square.” kara eyes winn’s slice warily. he doesn’t seem deterred, and then promptly eats the entire thing in two bites. he licks his fingers and shoots kara a dopey grin. 

“what does lucy know?” he asks. 

“everything,” james says. he takes a careful bite and chews thoughtfully. “you’re a wild child so i’m just not going to do what you’re doing.”

lena is looking at her slice with contemplation. 

kara and lena don’t do anything that would make james dub them as wild children. kara’s never done this and neither has lena and while it’s exciting kara also can’t help but replay eliza’s lectures to her and alex before they sauntered off to college. 

she catches lena’s gaze. there’s laughter, something like an inside joke being broadcasted over kara’s way. kara smiles, the stench of chocolate and hooligan antics strong. 


lena nods, smirk bright.



nothing happens. 

they play a round of mario kart. lena and kara clean up the kitchen. winn tries to convince james to a fourth round of mario kart. 

and then almost an hour later kara feels really warm. 

she stands and the room tilts. lena burns bright under the kitchen lights. kara thinks that’s funny, which, it isn’t, but it is. it so is. 

lena frowns. “why are you laughing?”

kara giggles behind her hand, a poor attempt to hide the rising of her chest. “why aren’t you?” she shoots back.

lena furrows her eyebrows. “you’re feeling it.”

“she’s feeling it!” winn yells, and by the shrillness of it kara’s pretty sure he’s feeling it too. 

james taps at his phone casually and doesn’t spare winn a glance. “sit down please.” winn immediately sits.

kara reaches for lena and marvels at how soft lena’s skin is, how she can see the blemishes on lena’s face up close, on the faint smell of chocolate and the smudge of her eyeliner. so close. lena is so close and so beautiful. 


kara breathes. her head doesn’t feel attached to her body. “i don’t know.”

“feeling it?”

kara scratches her arm and the itch echoes across her skin in waves. 


lena looks serious for a hot second before bursting into laughter. she cups the back of kara’s neck soothingly and wow, kara wants lena to touch her for forever. 

“this is the best idea we’ve ever had.”

“boo ya,” winn cries. there’s a sound like a body hitting the floor followed by a smack of a pillow. the mario kart theme plays on a loop. james laughs. 

kara snuggles closer. “best. idea. yes.” she punctuates her words with a kiss and lena smiles, smiles, something so weird and wonderful brewing in this little apartment on a weekend night. 


lena’s mouth has been hanging open for the last half hour. or is it five minutes? james said it’s only been fifteen. kara doesn’t trust math anymore. 

she pokes a finger underneath her girlfriend’s hanging chin and pushes gently up to close her mouth. lena’s bones move like putty and the moment kara removes her finger lena’s jaw slacks open again on instant. 

kara giggles and feels borderline maniacal. 

“so dignified.”

lena does something that looks like she means to swerve out of kara’s grasp but only achieves in whipping her hair back and forth. she pouts and pushes her cheeks together with her hands, skin red and flushed. 

“i feel like a turnip,” she moans. 

kara barks out laughter and james joins in, though he looks mostly confused. he’s cradling the mario kart console in his arms and having a conversation about lucy with winn at the same time. 

“that’s weird,” kara tells lena and accents it with a bop on lena’s nose. lena sniffles. 

“do you think we could get sushi?”

kara’s eyes widen. “from that shady place down on riverview and second?”

lena nods vigorously. “yes. yes yes yes.”

“i love salmon. they have salmon rolls.”

“and avocado.”



kara laughs again and shivers because she can feel the laugh bubble up inside of her and what the

winn’s sitting on his spot on the floor, unmoving and eyes glazed to the television. “i love these colors,” he mumbles. kara turns to see he’s watching the night news. anderson cooper is interviewing a lady down in texas. “i love,” winn mumbles some more, and after that kara decides to leave him in his infatuation. 

kara stands with difficulty and pads over to her phone where it’s resting on the counter. she wakes it up and swipes with slippery fingers to thumb in her passcode but is denied each time. it takes her about ten times before she realizes it isn’t her phone, but lena’s. 

“oh,” she says. 

lena’s suddenly spread out on the couch. “you okay?” she asks, voice an octave lower than usual, laden with sleep and hooligan antics. 

“yes,” kara affirms. she gets through the lock screen and stares at lena’s homepage with difficulty. words are so hard. words are fine. kara can read. kara. kara knows that sushi place’s number. 

it takes some time but they’re able to place a decent order. kara is entranced by lena’s phone’s light. the mario kart theme is stuck in her head and james is calling lucy and winn’s trying to find the tv remote and lena. lena is right next to kara and poking at kara’s earring. 

“have you always had this?” she asks. kara gets distracted by their closeness, lena’s smell very strong for some reason. 


“it’s cute.”

“thank you.”


“yes.” kara bumps their foreheads together and maybe it’s a tad too hard because lena actually winces. “sorry.”

lena shakes her head. “i can feel my heartbeat,” she says. 

“that’s a good thing.” kara bumps her hand to rest against lena’s chest. the pulse is sure and strong and warm and kara’s senses go on overdrive. “it means you’re alive.”

lena smiles, eyes so dark in this lighting. kara smiles back, wonders if lena knows she looks great even without plucked eyebrows. 

“i’m glad.”



kara’s two boxes of mediocre salmon rolls in when things start to go from comfortable to not comfortable. 

her stomach churns restlessly and she can feel every piece of sushi actually slide down her throat and it’s disgusting to be quite honest. the room spins but not pleasantly, and while she loves having lena by her side right now it feels too warm, too much too soon. she rolls her head, the cricks seeping into her muscles instead of flowing out of her body. kara hears winn’s voice droning on about something and james answering him but it’s all. so. much. 

lena spits out her sushi. 

“i can’t do this,” she says, looking very tired. 

kara nods through her haze, that stupid mario kart theme on that stupid endless loop. she’s not even sure if the damn thing is even plugged in. 

“lucy said,” she breathes, her head thumping against the wall. “lucy said it’s called greening out.”

lena shoves her food away from her. "how do we stop it.”

“we don’t.”

lena moans. kara cringes. she pries herself away from her girlfriend’s grasp as politely as she can, and lena goes willingly, taking comfort against the leg of the couch instead. 

“lucy said we just need to sleep it off.”

kara takes the last bite of her sushi because it was expensive and she paid for it so she might as well force herself to finish it, even if her girlfriend wont, and –

she turns and lena is snoring. 

kara sighs. her insides are on fire and her brain is overheated so she doesn’t think too hard about it and then curls up on the floor next to lena, hand brushing lena’s hand. 

the boys’s voices continue to drone on as kara’s eyes get heavier and heavier, her entire body creaking in her ears, the harsh cold of the floor a welcome sensation against her burning cheeks. 

at least she can say they baked the brownies correctly. 


so she doesn’t like to smoke. 

this is different. it’s weird. kara falls asleep to the throbbing of her organs. 

lena’s hand finds hers somewhere in the night, and they end up squeezed onto james’s couch sometime between it. 


things kara’s learned through the magic of adult brownies:

1). lena is beautiful even when high off her mind.

2). winn is a nerd

3). james needs a new video game console. 

4). she can bake brownies better than alex.


in the morning, kara wakes up with a crick everywhere and lena drooling on her shoulder. morning sunlight blinds her vision before she blinks away the spot. james is gone, most likely in his room, and winn is asleep in an armchair. 

kara debates waking lena up but then lena whimpers in her sleep, turns so she’s more buried into kara’s embrace, and wow, they look disgusting and kara feels like a sack of potatoes but there’s something about the community of this moment that has her stopping and sliding back into sleep. 

they’re crazy and they baked hooligan antics in james’s kitchen but hey. kara can clean everything up later. 

lena sleeps. winn snores. kara drifts back into her dreams. 

behind the door

Prompt: Now just imagine Mike and Ginny are fooling around, he can’t wait to have his way with her only for Janet to come traipsing through the house and interrupts them. It takes everything in Mike not to snap

An expansion of this ask but not as fun as that makes it sound.

rating: Mature

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“Right there! Don’t you dare stop!”

Like there was any chance of Mike Lawson stopping. He shifted his grip on Ginny’s leg, encouraging her to curl it higher up his back. The change in angle had them both panting, striving together. 

“C’mon, Gin,” he urged, right against her neck, inhaling her sweet, familiar scent. She arched at the drag of his beard, limbs tightening around him, so Mike raised his head, locking his gaze on hers. “You getting there?” She nodded, swallowing hard, nails raking down his back. Her hips canted up and she loosed a shuddery breath, a flush spreading across her chest.

Jesus, she looked good. 

Before Mike could really set about appreciating the woman beneath him, she froze up, every line of her body going taut and tense, but not in the way Mike wanted. Her head cocked to the side, brow furrowing as she concentrated ferociously. 

“Did you hear that?” Ginny murmured. Her leg fell from his back.

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miraculous ladybug fic recs

DISCLAIMER: this might be my longest rec list yet… #noregrets as I went through the entire miraculous ladybug tag on ao3 and still going

fair warning: a lot of them vary in grammar mishaps and some characterizations that even i don’t quite agree with, but these are fics that i absolutely could not put down. rest assured that most of these are fluffy fluff that’s good for the heart

well, actually, don’t take my word for it. point is, i didn’t cry for a bucketload of these so let’s assume that they’re all great with varying forms of mild angst—you’ll see my comments

connecting the dots by jequila

Marinette starts to notice some worrying similarities between her perfect Adrien and the flirtatious Chat Noir.

comment: idk about you guys, but i love fics where marinette is the first to realize that adrien is chat noir…

appeler un chat un chat by makototachibana

One night Chat Noir decides to make a joke about Adrien Agreste, and it just so happens to rub Ladybug the wrong way. But as their relationship becomes more awkward and confusing, Marinette and Adrien’s is just blossoming. 

my fair ladybug by rhapsodyinpink

When Marinette and Adrien are cast in the roles of Ladybug and Chat Noir in Alya’s new school play, real and imagined begin to complicate and influence their personalities in ways that make both their actual crime-fighting and civilian lives much more complicated than they ever could have imagined—especially when it comes to their feelings for each other.

the date by magical_awesome_kid

They had a simple deal: one date. Chat had one date to sweep Ladybug off her feet. If she still didn’t like him in that way at the end of the day, he’d give up his attempts altogether. Ladybug took the deal, knowing that her heart belonged to another.

But we know them too well.

five steps by eljay

It doesn’t take much for Chat Noir to fall for Marinette.

let me help you by michigopyon

Marinette pushes herself a little too far. Adrien feels an unexplained need to protect her, offering his help and hoping to learn more about his classmate in the process.

secrets, crushes and bad pizza toppings by lady_lombax

When Marinette discovers Chat Noir’s identity, it leads her on surprisingly short journey as to which side of him she truly loves. Turns out she knew which one all along.

valentines and denial by amiraculousladybug

Adrien discovers Marinette authored the anonymous valentine, and now he can’t stop noticing her

comment: just in time for valentine’s day ♥

the associative property of identity & other modern mathematic disasters by arouria

“You- You aren’t saying that—”
“So then you know I’m—”
“And that means you’re—”

“Oh my god.”

comment: very good for a more comedic and hilarious perspective on a potential identity reveal

look at me by raeryn

“What do you do if you’ve discovered your best friend’s biggest secret but kept the fact that you knew from them?”

He keeps giving her this look, one that told Marinette that he knew something, that she was out of the loop on something. One that she could never decipher, no matter how hard she tried.

comment: another cute reveal fic where adrien finds out first

new year’s dance by the thelastpilot

A sequel to Secret Santa. Adrien swallows his nerves and asks Marinette to be his date to a New Year’s gala.

comment: i didn’t realize that there was a continuation of secret santa that i recommended earlier, and even if it’s not new year’s anymore…. it’s still cute

fooling the world (and maybe ourselves) by fullmetalpotterhead

When four years of fake dating start to catch up to Marinette and Adrien, it seems the only course of action is to take it to the next level.
A fake marriage.
How else are they supposed to get their parents off their backs?

comment: WHAT A RIDE RIGHT FROM THE START! I love, love, LOVE fake dating like that’s literally my favorite romance trope. this fic kicks it up a notch, though I’m sure it will still deliver and more ;-)

sugar, sugar by mooncactus

After discovering the identity of the man making his and Ladybug’s life a living hell, Chat Noir overworks himself to the point of exhaustion - and dangerously low blood sugar levels.

comment: centric on adrien and not-so-hilarious daddy issues… plus some mild angst for our fave sinning ship marichat

missing you by megamegaturtle

“I missed you?” she squeaks.

Adrien scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Sure you did. That’s why you made it sound like a question.”

comment: *blows kiss to the sky* for my son adrien and his lady; you’ll need a tissue box for this one, guys

the NEW AND IMPROVED wip masterlist


  • Life In Reverse: yeah you know this one already.
  • Steve Rogers’ Halfway House for Notorious Supervillains: What it sounds like basically.


  • The City of Lights: I give Steve and Loki a small break, and send them for a vacation in Paris. Steve hasn’t been in seventy years, and he didn’t get to tour art museums then.
  • the hills on fire for miles: The preemptively begun Thor: Ragnarok fic for RTC because I can.
  • a partnership of convenience: Pietro and Loki on the worst road trip ever.
  • Costume Porn: what it says, seriously. (Steve/Loki.)


  • dunno what this fic is: The still unfortunately titled Jane&Loki go on timelooping adventures fic.
  • Into the Valley of Death Rode the Six Hundred: The “Loki wins” fic where he gloats at Steve in his spare time and then ends up fighting a war on three fronts and actually asking for help with one of them.
  • Strange Bedfellows: The “Clint and Loki are captured and undergo TERRIBLE SUFFERING and bond, sort of” fic. Hey, people do it for Tony/Loki I don’t see why I can’t go with it my way.
  • The Priesthood of Natasha Romanov: The one where Loki declares Natasha his High Priestess. She’s not really into it, though.
  • Vertical Expression of a Horizontal Wish: The roommates!verse installment that will make Steve/Loki canon in a second of my verses, because I can.
  • important gangbang fic: Important Gangbang Fic.
  • so when the birds fly South: Loki gets beat up and Steve is the one to find him and I have no idea where this is going. 
  • Tear My Castle Down: The “Loki’s punishment is to be a slave to one of the Avengers but this time it’s Steve” fic that I apparently needed to write. I feel like I should apologize? Probably I should apologize.
  • a very important threesome: The Clint/Thor/Loki fic which I am going to try to write in spite of not having any clue how it might work. Porn, hopefully?
  • which carries weight and always weighs the same: My Romanoff Big Bang fic, which is going to be a lot of “Natasha having interpersonal relationships” because I have interests.
  • Subordination: Loki acquires his first dom, Sjofn. Shit is fun. Until it isn’t.
  • Just a Shadow Upon These Walls: Steve starts seeing a ghost. Steve starts seeing a ghost that is Loki. Things get weirder from there.
  • post Svartalfheim AU: depressed Loki goes to earth after TDW, starts running into Steve randomly, somehow this becomes Steve/Loki?? idk what
  • Thunderstorms: The sequel to “there’s a hell of a good universe next door” where Thor arrives.
  • forgive the children we once were: Bucky, who freed himself substantially earlier from Hydra’s control (during The Avengers), finds Loki, wounded and near death, after the events of Thor 2. Shenanigans ensue.
  • Sword Age, Wolf Age: the Ragnarok speculative fic that will probably end up being completely jossed before it is published and is mostly an excuse for competent but reckless with his personal health and safety!Loki and Thor on a road trip.
  • Someone to Watch Over You: Loki decides Steve needs a guardian angel. He doesn’t ask Steve about it. He also doesn’t expect to get labeled a sidekick.
  • I’ll pull the devil down with me, one way or another: Thanos is coming. Loki doesn’t intend to take that lying down.
  • One lived in rage and the other in pain: Loki learns that Odin has been keeping secrets. Most significantly, the fact that he once had a brother.
  • our battles choose us: The one where Loki and Thor are both sold to the Grandmaster, with Loki as his pet and Thor as a gladiator
  • keep your heart (close to the ground): the AU where Loki never invades, so the Avengers never form, and a depressed Steve and depressed Loki meet
  • time may change me (but you can’t trace time): the fic where Loki tries to steal the Time Stone and gets stuck in a time loops. For some reason, it resets every time Steve dies.
  • Seams and Scars: Loki arrives on Midgard with his lips sewn shut. 
  • our history is coming to life again: The fic where a young Loki gets transplanted forward in time to post-The Dark World Earth. Things are not exactly going well for him. 
  • Temptation: Loki has a Steve problem.
  • Reweaving: The third installment of the Unraveling/Mending series.
  • I know I’m the curséd one: Wanda and Loki, imprisoned for their magic, have to work together to escape.
  • Here At the End of All Things: By way of the Time Stone, Loki and Steve find themselves in a very bleak future where Loki won - and then lost. Or, the Steve/Loki post-apocalyptic AU.
  • finding yourself at the end of the universe: The fic where Loki springs Steve from prison post Civil War, mostly out of spite, and they go on a dysfunctional road trip across space.
  • Meet the Parents: Loki meets Sarah Rogers in the Roommates!AU.
  • The Cold, the Dark, the Silence: It’s whump. That’s basically it. 
  • Attempt #432: Someone asked for the AU where one of Doom’s Loki-clones survived. It’s gonna be bad, folks. 


  • Darkness, Darkness: The Morgana/Gwen fic set in “The Dark Tower” that I need to rewatch “The Dark Tower” for but I know it’s going to hurt me so I keep putting it off but creepy Morgana/Gwen where Morgana desperately wants Gwen to love her
  • There’s a Lesson Here, I Just Don’t Know What It Is Yet: Still need to finish this Natasha/Yelena fic, still kicking myself over using an espionage plot, why did I do that.
  • the best all lack conviction: Fenris/Anders post Dragon Age II; they bicker, a lot, and maybe make out some too, eventually. Probably I will beat them up a lot too.
  • Witches: Morrigan/Surana femslash fic, in which Merrin Surana would like to bang Morrigan and also become her.
  • The Interim: The fic about Morgana’s journey from dying of poison to coming back to Camelot dramatically changed and set on revenge.
  • how this grace thing works: The first year at Grimglass lighthouse.


these are all very important clearly

Legolas x Reader

Title: Stitches

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf

Word Count: 1,487

Warnings: blood, not super graphic description of stitches

Summary: Can I request a Legolas x Reader where they’re off in the woods together and he gets a severe cut on his arm so the reader has to stitch him up there but it’s revealed that Legolas’ major fear is needles but the reader knows she has to do it or else he could die? And there’s no anesthesia available at the time, so it’s quite painful (tears from legolas plsss) and the reader comforts him throughout the whole thing? (Let’s say they are already a couple)

A/N: I literally finished this in a day I cannot believe, honestly who am I? Okay so sorry Leggy is pretty OOC I think so ha kill. Uh I hope you like this anon and this is literally the longest fic I’ve ever written so yeah idk who I am anymore


meleth nin - My Love

Gin melin- I love you

Sevog i veleth nin an cuil – you have my love for life


The sun was high in the sky and its light filtered through the canopy of the trees. Casting complex shadows all across the forest floor. His fingers were laced with yours and you swung your intertwined hands slightly. You turned your face up to catch the wind and a smile wormed its way onto your features. You turned to Legolas, your smile growing, a blush rose on his cheeks and he smiled back at you sheepishly.

He was the King’s son, a prince. A charming, graceful and stoic prince, he was lusted after, envied, honored. He was focused, centered and balanced. No ever broke his façade, no one ever threw him off balance, no one except you. You threw him for a loop and then some. Legolas had never met someone like you.  One smile, one side glance and you knocked him completely off balance. Literally. The first time you ever smiled at him he tripped over his own feet and fell right into an armor stand. That was two years ago and every smile, every laugh, every touch, and every kiss since had him falling all over again.

Legolas had never in his life been called clumsy. Elves aren’t clumsy, they’re poised and graceful. But every day since that first smile he couldn’t help but loose his balance around you. It irked him somewhat in the beginning how one person could change him so drastically but over time he has learned to love it, and learned to love you, and everything you are together.

He expected you to laugh at him, the first time he fell and every time after that, but you never did. You always would let out a sigh and small smile as you helped him up and tended to any wound he might have received. Since the two of you have started courting kisses have proven to be the best remedy for his ailments rather than a trip to the healer. That mentality carried on elsewhere and it seemed like every good thing about you cured every bad thing about him, and vice versa.


You squeezed Legolas’ hand with excitement bubbling up in your chest. You couldn’t help it. He was leading you through the forest to a secluded clearing where he had promised the two of you would spend the day. The private time between the two of you had begun dwindling, after all, you were to be the king and queen of Mirkwood someday. Being king and queen meant a lot of meetings and a lot of training, in everything from table manners to your skill with a sword.

No training today, though, you were promised. Today was to be just you and your lover, you couldn’t be more excited. In your excitement, you couldn’t help but lean over to peck his lips. You pulled away smiling, and that’s when it happened.

His foot caught on an exposed root and he went tumbling forward. A strangled yell left his parted lips as his arm scraped against a large rock. He swore quietly in Elvish holding the wound close to him ripping the side of his tunic and using it as a bandage to stop some of the bleeding. He let out a weak laugh at the mess he just got himself into and look up at you helpless.

“Legolas!” Kneeling next to him you lifted his arm and unwrapped it examining the wound before rewrapping it. You smiled weakly trying to ignore the pained look on his face. “Y-You need stitches.”

“Surely a kiss will do my love” He attempted to jest and hide the fear growing in his eyes, he failed.

“Luckily I brought my sewing. I thought we’d be here all day.” You said laughing dryly as you clawed through your bag for a needle and thread. At the sight of the needle, his eyes widened and sweat began to form on his brow. You noticed this immediately and grabbed his large hand in your smaller one, giving his fingers a light squeeze before going back into to look for some thread.

Now the Prince of Mirkwood wasn’t afraid of much, but needles always got to him. Ever since a terrible accident with a sword when he was an elfling, one that required far too many stitches for any child to endure, he had developed a fear of needles. That fear was certainly something he didn’t want you to witness in action so he took deep breaths and tried to calm his already racing heart. His breath caught as he watched you find a suitably sized piece of thread.

“Please, my love. There has to be something else.” His voice was weak and his eyes were pleading. In any other situation you would have cracked and given in to him, but you remained strong.

“I promise there is nothing to be afraid of, it will only hurt a bit and I will be here the whole time. Plus there is no way you can make it back to the palace conscious.” You reasoned taking his face in your hands. You placed kisses on each of his cheeks and one on his lips before moving to thread the needle. He watched you anxiously, he knew you were right but that didn’t quell the nervous storm brewing in his belly. You did, though, seeing you, knowing you would be delivering the stitches soothed him somewhat.

You met his eyes as you brought his arm into your lap; he nodded solemnly and looked down. You bit your lip as you swore you saw tears glistening in his eyes. He blinked quickly trying to rid his eyes of said tears. You shook your head slightly; blaming the angle of the sun rather than tears you positioned the needle.

“On three my brave Prince, one… two… three…” He cried out as you plunged the needle into his skin you worked quickly to stitch up the wound. You winced with him every time you pulled the string taut closing the wound further. It was hard for you to see him in so much pain but you knew this was for the best. “I know I know it hurts, but we’re almost done, and you are doing so well” You cooed as you saw a few tears slip down his pale cheeks. You frowned at his whimpers but continued to work the tool through his flesh.

Silent tears stream down his face and you choke back a sob of your own. You certainly aren’t used to seeing him this vulnerable and certainly not at your own hands. Pushing those thoughts away you focused all your concentration on finishing his stitches. A sigh of relief blew past your lips when you finally tied off the end of the thread. You wiped the extra blood off of him with a small rag and sat back on your knees wiping the blood from your own hands.

“All done, meleth nin. I am so sorry I hurt you.” You whispered leaning forward and taking his face in your hands once again, you used the pads of your thumbs to wipe away his tears. You smiled at him tears glistening in your own eyes, you couldn’t be happier that this was over, and that he would be okay.

“No, I am sorry you have not found a more graceful and brave prince.” He replied gravely, leaning away from your touch.

“Now you stop that right this instant,” You demanded,”You are the bravest, most graceful and eloquent prince or elf for that matter that I have ever met. You are strong willed and compassionate, you merely lose your balance at the sight of your love. Believe it as you may I get quite tongue-tied at the sight of you and after our lips meet I can nary speak full sentences for hours. There is nothing to be ashamed of my sweet. Nothing you do could make me love or respect you less.”

“I cannot even take stitches without being brought to tears.” He protested.

“I have witnessed guards being healed before and I don’t think there is neither elf nor man who can take stitches without tears. I presume even your stony-faced father would be brought to tears.” At this, he laughed, and you laughed with him. A content smile quirked up his lips and he looked up into the canopy of leaves.

He looked back down at you to see you staring and swooped down to kiss you. You grinned against his lips and returned it. His good arm secured itself around your waist as one of your hands found his hair and the other was held against his heart. You stayed like that for as long as either of you could manage without air before breaking away and leaning against the others forehead.

Looking into your eyes he smiled, “Thank you. Gin melin.”

Sevog i veleth nin an cuil.”          

Honeymoon (Calum Hood One Shot)

word count: 4.7K+

requested: yes (x) no ()

fun things: blow jobs, cal eatin u out like its his last meal, some fingering, and some good old fashion sexy time :-)

a/n: this was requested n i kinda love this concept soooooooooooooo tell me what u think amigos :~~~)




If you had one talent, it was worrying. You could remember worrying about college and the future and what you would do with your life.

Now, you worried about floral arrangements.

You thought it was funny, how what you were worrying about now seemed so plain compared to what your uneasiness was about before you had gotten engaged to your fiancée-slash-soon-to-be-husband, Calum Hood.

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What Happens In Britain//A Nick Daley Imagine

Anon said: can you do a nicky daley imagine where he and the reader are best friends, but he’s in love with her and he finally tells her when they’re in britain

On it (probably gonna make this two parts or more idk)


“I see you have the name of a lady on your arm,” Lancelot said as he walked next to Nick.

“Andrea, yeah.”

“So this Lady Andrea is your Guinevere.”

Nick shrugged. “Not really.”

“Does any man stand between you and your lady love?”

“Well, not a man so much as a girl.”

Lancelot raised an eyebrow. “How is this girl preventing you from your destiny?”

“It’s not really destiny, and she’s not doing it on purpose.”

Lancelot made a noise of realization. “You love this other girl, not Lady Andrea. Is it Lady (Y/N)?”

Nick looked ahead to where you were, talking to Ahk about something or other, probably what might be making the tablet turn green.

“Is it that obvious?”

Lancelot laughed. “My boy, painfully so. Why have you not told her?”

“She’s my best friend! I don’t want to lose that.”

Lancelot stopped abruptly. 

“Let nothing come between you and your lady.”

“She’s not really my lady… But no, I gotcha, yeah.”

“Good,” Lancelot said, and began walking again.

The group was stopped by an odd metal figurine with wings who began saying things that Nick didn’t understand. His dad talked to it and tried to pass, but it wouldn’t let him.

“Alright, you know what buddy, we just gotta get through, I don’t have time. I’m not gonna play this game with you.”

They walked past the figure and into a new room.

“Giant snake,” you said quietly. “Don’t move.”

Nick looked to see what you were talking about and saw the giant metal snake wrapped around a rock in the middle of the room.

Everyone split off to either side of the doorway.

“Is it a dragon?” Lancelot asked.

“It’s a snake demon,” Larry told him.

“Well, it looks like a dragon, I say we kill it.”

“What? No, it’s a snake demon.”

“All right. Well, it’s less sporting to kill it while it’s asleep. Let’s wake it up, then kill it. I shall go first, and I shall take the boy. The girl can stay with you.”

Anger flashed in your eyes. “Excuse me?”

Nick snorted. “uh-oh.”

“What’re you–no you’re gonna take the boy!” Larry hissed.

“What? Why not?”

“Because he’s a boy!”

“Larry, there comes a time in every man’s life when he mu st slay his own dragon.”

“uh, yeah, hello. I wanna know why I can’t slay the dragon-snake demon whatever,” you piped up.

Lancelot rolled his eyes. “Because you’re a girl. You can’t fight.”

“You would be wrong on that point,” Teddy said. “She’s actually quite skilled.”

Attila put his hand on your shoulder and said something that you guessed was meant to calm you down. Either that or something very rude directed at Lancelot.

“Neither of you are slaying dragons right now! We’re gonna go around now, or else I’m gonna lose the signal. Come on.”

Everyone filed silently past the snake, making an effort not to wake it up.

The tablet began to corrode again and all the exhibits started malfunctioning. Teddy began giving a speech at a volume that was not good for keeping a giant snake asleep. 

The thing woke up and you and Attila were desperately trying to get Sacagawea to move. Attila freaked out and hid behind Larry. 

It turned out the snake thing had more than one head. 

“Fantastic!” Lancelot cried. “It’s awake. Now we can kill it!” He drew his sword and lunged at the monster. 

“Lancelot, you dumbass!” you yelled after the wax knight.

He began to hack away at the heads, but his sword only clanged off the metal. 


Nick was cornered by a head. “Nicky!” Larry yelled. He tried to get to him, but was caught by one of the heads.

You snuck around and grabbed one of the straps to Nick’s backpack and yanked him out of the corner.

“Run!” you yelled. The two of you ran back to Wea and Teddy.

“You okay?” you asked, slightly out of breath.

He nodded. “Thanks for that.”

“Ever used a blade?” Lancelot asked.

Nick shook his head. “Only in World of Warcraft!”

“Well, you’re about to learn,” he said, tossing him a dagger.

“Yo! What about me?” you protested.

“You can’t fight!”

“Oh, fuck you,” you snapped. You darted forward and grabbed the other dagger from his sword belt and darted in between the heads, stabbing and slashing, adrenaline taking over. 

Larry, meanwhile, was still struggling to get out of the snake’s grip. He reached for his flashlight and smacked the thing in the eye. causing it to drop him.  

He jumped through the loops, and the head went after him, tying itself in a knot. You saw what he did and copied it.

While you were doing that, Larry ran for the emergency defibrillator. He leapt through the air and yelled “CLEAR!”

He landed on the thing’s body and the paddles gave off their charge. You rolled away so as to avoid being electrocuted.

When the thing collapsed, Larry looked up. “These things really do save lives.”

You stood up and brushed yourself off. “Did that ‘clear’ line sound cooler in your head?”


You snorted. 

“Hey, (Y/N), you okay?” Nick asked. “You’ve got a hell of a black eye.”

You touched it gingerly and winced. “Eh, it’s just a bruise.”

“Lady (Y/N), I must apologize. It appears that I was wrong before. You are a good fighter.”

“Yeah, well maybe if you had listened to everyone else that told you so…”

 Nick grinned. “She has a point.”

“Oh, be quiet, both of you,” he muttered, making you grin.

Part Two

Part Three

Soulmate Michael Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

“It’s so good to see you again! We missed you y/n.“

Your friends immediately squeezed you in a tight hug. Your mood lightened up instantly upon seeing your friends whom you haven’t seen for a long time. You were finally back, and to be real, you missed them too.

You were out of the country for a couple of years. To say that leaving everything you were used to and your family is hard was an understatement. But after that scene with Michael, it only made your decision to leave easier.

You felt numb and hollow for the past years. It felt like a big chunk of you was missing. So you explored, traveled, worked and tried new things in hopes that it would help you cope up, or at least distract you from the inevitable emptiness you felt.

You bloomed and begun to grow and open your wings. But just like wings, you couldn’t fly without air. The queue of zero digits on your wrist serving as a constant reminder that Michael was your air. Soulmates after all are meant to be together.

But after all those years, you didn’t really knew if staying overseas was worth it. Because if you were honest enough to admit, you still believed that maybe someday the story between you and him would resume, every night you still cast wishes and pray that you wouldn’t end up saying that he was the one that got away.

You didn’t need to keep in touch with him; soulmates felt what the other felt. And you felt miserable. He felt miserable. Although you sometimes doubted that, because hey he’s living his dreams. But what you failed to realize was that, behind the goofy mask he shows during interviews, was a man sorrowing for you. It was very difficult for him to abandon all the romantic possibilities between the two of you. You may not think of it, but it was hard for him to leave you and he was also silently hoping the same thing as you do.

But you knew nothing would happen if you’d just let things be. So you moved back.


Michael absentmindedly rubbed the ended countdown on his wrist, the thing that would constantly remind him of you. He tried his best to form a smile but he knew he would be fooling himself. He swiftly gulped the glass of whiskey he was holding as the memory of you walking away midst the rain, the memory of your sad eyes flashed in his mind. This cracked him, you were so close but so far. Why did he even waste the chance?

A tear was starting to roll upon his cheeks. 

“Stupid.” He muttered to himself as he wiped the single tear away and looked up to control the tears he was holding back. 

That scene would always painfully remind him of the fucked up decision he made because he was scared of the future he has to offer you. Turns out, a life without you was even harder than that. The scene kept playing on loop in his head after all these years. He missed you, and damn he wanted to be with you right know.

He was a song. And he was missing his melody. 

He stood up and made his way to their dressing room, ignoring the looks of the crew and staff. He looked worn out and torn but he didn’t even bother to pretend that he wasn’t. At that moment, for the first time in years; he stopped pretending that he was okay.

There he spotted Luke, Calum and Ashton lounging and talking about how cool the venue was. They were currently on tour, and tonight’s show was one the biggest venue. They immediately noticed Michael presence.

“Dude where have you been?” Calum asked

But Michael’s silence was enough to answer his questions. Luke and Ashton also sensed that something was wrong so they didn’t push it anymore until he sliced the thick atmosphere he created.

“Can I skip tonight’s show?” He earnestly asked them as he looked down at the pair of black pair of shoes he was wearing.

“Okay, but why?” Ashton asked, still puzzled at his friends sudden attitude.

“I need to find her.” He began and then explained to them especially to Calum and Luke who didn’t know much about you.

“Can that wait at least at the end of the show?” Luke hesitantly asked.

“This is years overdue, I should have done this before.”

The guys nodded, finally understanding what he meant and felt.

“Then you should go” Ashton once again encouraged as he patted his shoulders, reminding him of the time when he was still ditching his timer, Ashton was also the one who encouraged him. He looked at the guys and they all gave him the support he needed, he swore he was very lucky to have these dorks in his life.

He slipped an over sized jacket and beanie and didn’t waste time and cleverly slid his way to the back door where he hoped no one would notice or recognize him.


“Y/n, this would be fun!”

You were dragged by your friends to catch up with you and hang out. But you didn’t expect their new version of hanging out was to drag you at some concert. At 5 Seconds of Summer’s concert. It was a big surprise to be honest, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe things are starting to fall into places. You felt nervous, you would be able to see him after all those years of agony you spent without each others comfort. You felt lively, excited but nervous.

Is he also feeling the same?

You felt hope spring in your heart upon hearing your friends and the crowd cheer and shout for the band. You weren’t near the stage so you had to rely on the screens to find him. But as your eyes searched for the soul you were matched with, you didn’t find him. You squinted your eyes in hopes of getting a clearer view, you counted them but whey were missing one. Michael wasn’t there.

You sighed, too much for hoping to catch a glimpse of him. You acted fine and sticked with your friends for a couple of songs as you tried to enjoy the night with them. But you still felt something was missing, something was out of place. You were getting antsy for some unknown reason, so you excused yourself to find a bathroom. But only to find a long queue of girls waiting for their turn, so you started to head back to the spot of your friends. Which you forgot where.

Great, just great.

You smacked yourself. There was no way to find them in this jam packed arena. You tried to call them but you knew it was useless. So you left a message instead, telling them you got lost and probably just meet them outside after the concert ends. You grabbed the chance to exit the venue while it was still early and uncrowded.

Outside was quite peaceful, a couple of fans but nevertheless it was. You felt calm and soothed for some reason you can’t explain. Maybe it was the clear skies and the music emitting from the arena, they were currently playing ‘Everything I didn’t say’

You hummed at the tune of it and listened intently as Calum and Luke switched verses.

“This is everything I didn’t say”

You slowly closed your eyes and drowned to the music and the fans singing along. So this is his life, you thought. This is him. This is my other half.

Michael didn’t need to search far, meters apart from him was a girl closing her eyes, lost and and dived in to their song. A song he especially dedicated for her. He slowly approached you, and again like in sync, you opened your eyes and turned towards his direction, your eyes locked by his.

Like opposite poles attracted to each other. Like wandering souls that finally found their right place. And just like love destined by the stars.

He remembered the countdown years ago and how it ended. But this was different. Tonight he was making sure he would say, everything he didn’t say.