movie loft

sterek au: landlord!derek and tenant!stiles

based loosely on this gif set and tags, prompt by fin. written for sterekfest! wish i could have written something longer, but i hope you enjoy anyway <3

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Stiles has a mission. He has a mission and a list – a long list that details with bulleted subpoints all the things wrong with his apartment. Sure, he’s thankful for having a roof over his head (if said roof didn’t leak) and at a fair price (which was really the selling point, let’s be honest). But still, Stiles drops most of his measly paycheck on rent every month, and he’d like a place that wasn’t falling apart. That was only fair.

The building meeting is on the fifth floor. When he arrives, there’s only one other guy there, sitting on a blue couch. Stiles immediately heads over to the large window and starts pacing. “I feel kinda bad for the landlord,” Stiles begins, nervous energy buzzing through his limbs.

“Oh?” the man replies.

“Yeah, I’d hate to be in his shoes, being bombarded with complaints all night. But dude, my water pressure’s terrible, three panes in the window are broken and one has a hole in it, my garbage disposal smells like something died inside of it, and that’s just the top of the list.” Stiles spins around and finally looks at the guy on the couch. He’s never seen him around before, and Stiles guesses he could be considered attractive if you find bearded gym rats hot. Stiles refrains from rolling his eyes because the guy is obviously a douche. Just look at those eyebrows.

“What about you? Please don’t tell me your apartment is perfect, but knowing my luck and probably yours, everything works perfectly for you like it always has and I got the shit apartment.” The guy just stares at him and says nothing. Stiles rolls his eyes as he turns back towards the window, mumbling under his breath, “Typical.”

“What’s typical?”

Stiles spins around again, mouth open in exaggerated shock. “Oh, you mean you’re actually going to talk to me? Words finally making sense to you now?”

The man’s mouth pulls down into a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Look, I know it pains guys like you to talk to guys like me because it lowers your cool quotient or you only waste your breath on people as hot as you or something, but we do live in the same building. We’re neighbors. I was trying to be neighborly.”

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Keep Your Hands To Yourself (Brett Talbot)

Brett x Reader


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“Hey, move over.” Isaac mumbled as he sat down next to you on the couch, almost in your lap since your brother was the least patient person you knew. You couldn’t believe you were related, especially not twins.


You raise your eyebrows at him when he press himself down beside you, making your shoulders nudge Brett’s, who was visiting Derek’s loft for movie-night, a thing your pack did time to time to relax.


“Ehm, excuse me Isaac?” you wined and pinched him in the side but he didn’t even wince. “You know I don’t mind small spaces, but people beside me might be bothered by being mushed in this small couch.” You nodded towards Brett before you growled at Isaac.

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anonymous asked:

So I've watched a fair few karl urban movies like the loft, priest, star trek one or two others and i gotta say... Damn he's one hot peice of ass Care to give a girl a list (big or small, no fuss) of movies he's been in Kinda feel like watching a mini marathon of his movies.

Aww yeah girl, here we go! This is going to be quite the list. Buckle up!

Tv show: Almost Human - Everyones favorite grumpy officer. Very good, still bitter they cancelled it.

Tv Show: Hercules and Xena - I still have not gotten around to watching this(I’m almost afraid to, haha). What is wrong with me?

Tv Show: Comanche Moon: Cowboy Karl was pretty great, the rest of the show, I give it a solid “meh”. I love Karl trying to have a southern accent for a bit, then he just kinda gives up on it haha, poor guy.

And Soon the Darkness: Not as much Karl in it as I would have liked, but it was still a good movie regardless.

Priest: Karl as a vampire, with fangs? What more could you ask for?

The Bourne Supremacy - little assassin Karl, speaking Russian, grumpy expressions the whole time, also a good movie.

Doom: Oh how I love Karl in Doom. Not a good gamer movie, but a great Karl movie. (Super thrusting @bkwrm523)

Dredd: Another weird but excellent Karl movie. He did dredd so great haha

Lord of the Rings: Where I first fell in love with Karl. Eomer will always have that special place in my heart.

Pathfinder: Another completely weird Karl Urban movie. Honestly, I just watched this one for Karl specifically. I wasn’t disappointed with him.

Pete’s Dragon: I watched this one because I loved the original, plus Karl was in it. Unfortunately I didn’t think this one held a candle to the original. Came for the nostalgia, stayed for Karl(even if hes a bit assholeish)

RED: I loved this movie. Great action packed movie, and funny as well. I love Cooper.

Star Trek: I mean, we all know about this one right? I don’t have to say anything here.

The Loft: How I love Karl in this movie(even though he is a definite asshole.) I just can’t help it, he looks so damn good.

Truth about Demons: I watched this the other day, and I’m still not quite sure what I watched. Karl still looked good in it though.(plus a small sex scene)

Walking with Dinosaurs: Another one I still haven’t gotten around to watching. I might need to do that later. Karl in flannel though, yes please, besides all that scruff and hair.

Theres many more, like: Short Poppies(Tv show), Riddick(movie), Black water transit(movie), Out of the Blue(movie), Ghost Ship(movie), The Price of Milk(movie), Heaven(movie) but a few are pretty obscure and hard to find so I haven’t seen them yet. But the list above is all my favorite things Karl has been in! Hope this helps :) (and sorry if this is super long, I got carried away, whoops)

Until the Fog Lifts: Scene #1 - Below Storybrooke General

You know how I said last week that I was going to write two more chapters with the scenes I’d had planned for the future? Well, it’ll be two/three chapters on ff.net or ao3, but I’ll be posting the scenes individually here - these won’t even be published on those sites until I have more than a few written.

And, in a unexpected turn of events, I’ve actually managed to get a scene written, so here it is! I hope you enjoy it (scene and context under the cut)

Want to read the rest of the fic? ff.net | ao3

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Alec Lightwood has an ugly Christmas sweater that says “Make the Yuletide Gay” and Magnus Bane has an ugly Christmas sweater that says “Bi the Fire’s Glow” and they wear them all the time and are so proud of them and walk hand in hand with them on sorry I don’t make the rules

unelore  asked:

Number 5 for the Sterek prompt challenge. :)

This came out “ehhh”, but I hope you enjoy it! Here’s #5: “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”


“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” Derek asked.

Stiles blinked a few times before looking over to Derek whose face was full of concern. They were sitting on the couch of the loft, take out boxes in hand with his laptop playing something on Netflix. He’s already forgotten what they had picked.

“Nothing, just not feeling great,” Stiles shrugged, forcing a piece of orange chicken in his mouth even though he’s lost his appetite.

“Like sick or just not in a good mood?”

“Not in a good mood.”

“Care to tell me why?”

He shrugged again and put his food onto the coffee table to pause the movie. The loft fell into silence. Thinking about it he looked around; their bed was just over in the corner, there were a few rusted nails in the beams above, the metal staircase was getting old, it felt too much like a party pad and not enough of a home.

“Have you ever thought of like…settling down?” Stiles asked.

Derek raised an eyebrow, “settling down?”

“Yeah. A real house, 2.5 kids, a dog, that kind of thing,” Stiles expanded.

“2.5 kids? I think a whole number is better like two or three,” Derek joked but even to Stiles it fell flat, “but it’s come to mind a few times. Why is that bothering you tonight?”

“I dunno just been thinking about it lately. Scott and Ally are married, they have a house, I’m pretty sure she’s pregnant and they’re not telling us yet. Erica and Boyd are at least in an apartment with actual rooms and quality plumbing…long story short do you see that happening…with us?” He rambled, his shoulders shrinking a little when he left the heavy question lingering in the air.

Derek set his own food down, his eyebrows drawn up like they did when he was thinking or contemplating something. It worried Stiles, because if Derek was thinking about it then it probably meant he’s never seen them like that. No cute dog, no small children that would run into their room in the morning begging for breakfast, no bedroom in their suburban house.

No nothing.

Then Derek’s fingers found his chin and made Stiles look at him, the eye contact intense and put a shiver through him.

“I want that with you, all of it, I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up.”

Stiles’ jaw dropped taking in that information. If he had known that they’d be out of this loft like yesterday. A grin crossed his face as he leaned into Derek, hiding his face into the older man’s neck.

“Now that we have that out of the way I’m thinking we get a German Shepherd,” Stiles said into Derek’s collar.

There was a small laugh, “sure. German Shepherd sounds good. Let’s just get out of the loft first.”


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anonymous asked:

I have no idea how you headcannoned the reaper x reader ask so accurately 😂 I actually do call people meanies! (Sorry if I request edgelord too much I just really enjoy your portrayal of him) I was wondering if you could please write a oneshot of reaper's s/o calling someone a meany and edgelord coming over to defend her? - shy anon

XD I would love to try. I’m glad you enjoyed the headcanons

“Wait here,” Reaper said quietly to you, leaving your side. The two of you had been called back from the date night the two of you were having because the top branch of Talon needed a word with Reaper. And by date night, it meant the two of you were watching horror movies back at your loft and snuggled together while you were in pajamas.

Despite what most people thought, Reaper did know how to be normal sometimes. And yes, he was definitely dark and moody most of the time but with you, he was possessive and always held your hand, loved watching spooky movies with you alone on days off, and enjoyed going on walks in the evening with you away from others.

Eager to return to what you two had been doing previously, you waited anxiously, leaning from foot to foot in the corner of the lift off bay.

Two Talon members who were going by glanced at you, before snickering quietly. Seeing them do that made you feel a bit sad. You weren’t a Talon member here, and most of them looked down on you. You’d heard some whispers about them thinking Reaper was going soft because of you, and that you were tarnishing a good commander.

“Can you believe that he really lets that pipsqueak in here?” you heard one of them mutter, the two on active patrol and making sure the lift off bay was secured.

Shaking his head, the two either didn’t know you could hear or they really didn’t care. “Honestly, he isn’t much of the commander he was a year ago,” the other agreed, and the two sent a sly look at you.

You were kind of sick of it. What right did they have to act like that?

Storming over, you tapped on the shoulder of one. “Excuse me!” you said with a scowl. “I can hear you”

One of the two men sneered, pushing your shoulder lightly. He was a good foot and a half taller then you, but you’d always been rather short. “Does it look like i care? You shouldn’t be here in the first place,” he said.

“But I am because I have permission and the two of you are just being incredibly rude!” you said with a scowl. Being looked down upon, both physically and metaphorically, was always an annoyance.

“Look, little girl! I don’t give a rats ass, you hear me? Your just a short, unattractive little brat. The fact that out of everyone, the boss is giving YOU his attention literally makes NO sense!” snapped the second man, who loomed over you menacingly. The two looked pissed and honestly, the harsh way with which they talked to you had you swallowing back tears.

Eyes growing wet, you glared at them angrily. “Your both just a…a bunch of meanies!” you yelled at them, reaching up to wipe a tear away.

The first man’s lip curled in disgust. “Did you seriously just call us ‘meanies’? What are you, two? Your going to cry now?” he said sarcastically.

Even as the two continued to make fun of you, neither noticed the cloaked figure walking up behind them, nor the fury that radiated from him. It was clear that Reaper had heard just enough and the way his hand twitching toward his belt was not a good sign.

“I wouldn’t…wouldn’t say anything else if you want to live…” you sniffled, rubbing at your eyes as you looked up at them. Though you knew that Reaper was protective enough that these two wouldn’t be walking out of here alive if you were crying.

“Why, what are you going to do?” one laughed.

“It isn’t what she’s going to do,” rasped a dark voice full of anger. Instantly you could see the two men go rigid, paling at the sound of their commanders voice. “Its what I am going to do that you two should fear.”

The two turned quickly, and you could see instantly the two realized how deep of shit they were in. One even peed his pants and trembled, the other’s knees quaking slightly.

“B-boss, i can explain-” the first rushed, but a bullet sent him sprawling on his back. It seemed he had died instantly, blood pooling around on the floor. Instantly you covered your eyes, not wanting to see.

Turning to the one who had peed himself, Reaper’s eyes seemed to stare into his soul, which was filled with terror. “Leave, before I throw you to Widowmaker for target practice. And the next time any one of you question me or speak to y/n like that again…I don’t need a base full of men to take down Overwatch. I am a one man army. You are insignificant and easily replaceable,” he hisses, before letting the man run out of the hangar.

Once the man was gone, Reaper stepped over the body and went to you, dragging you close into his arms and shielding you from the bloody sight behind him.

Sniffling, you looked up at him and let him wipe the tears from yours eyes. “They’re a bunch of meanies, Gabe,” you whispered, snuggling against his chest.

With a rumble, Reaper silently nodded his agreement and lifted you princess style, taking you home without further delay.

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 4: At odds

Words: 1912

Tags: Angst, Feels, Humour, Fluff


Week 3 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper!

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Notes: This was supposed to be cute and fluffy and funny but it ended up being mostly angst and feels. I’m sorry and you’re welcome.

This kind of follows on from this so I recommend reading that one first, even though it’s not really 100% necessary.

Please let me know what you think once you’re done! :)


Felicity knows she’s drunk and really shouldn’t be arguing right now. Or even speaking right now. She should just be taking herself to bed by herself where she could sober up and then by morning be back to her normal, albeit a little hungover, self. But it has been a long week and she’s had too much wine and all rationality has left her brain. Not that there is ever really all that much rationality in there anyway. Not when it comes to Oliver. Especially not when it comes to Oliver.

And so here they are. Arguing about whether or not she can do the salmon ladder. She isn’t quite drunk enough yet to get up and prove to him that she can, but she is definitely drunk enough to keep arguing her point; her point being that although she is small and doesn’t work out half as much as she knows she probably should, she is absolutely certain that it can’t be that hard to do.

As far as arguments go, this really isn’t much of one at all. But being at odds with Oliver over something nonsensical like this is nice. It feels like old times when they’d exchange witty and sarcastic remarks back and forth all the time.

“Would you have told Sara that she couldn’t do it?”

“Feli-”

“What about Laurel? Would you have told her that you didn’t think it was a good idea for her to try?”

“Hey, I-”

“Or what about Hel-”

“Felicity!” He yells, not loudly but it’s definitely a yell because let’s face it, she isn’t ever going to shut up naming his ex girlfriends otherwise is she? Felicity doesn’t let herself think about why his ex girlfriends doing the salmon ladder is suddenly important to her. And on the topic of whys, why is him yelling so attractive? Why is she staring at his mouth as he yells her name? “I never said that I didn’t think you could do it!”

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Fantasy Drabble - Final Part

I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII - IX - X

Stiles is staring at his phone before he even really acknowledges thinking about it.

Derek’s name stares back up at him, black and judging in the shadowed room.

All the times Stiles has thought about just calling Derek: while they fumbled through communication in Fantasies, when the pressure of wearing two faces and not knowing how much was real had gotten to be too much… And now here Stiles sits, the echo of Boyd’s parting words in the air, and typing out a simple message has never felt so impossible.

“Has this last week felt good to you?”

Seriously, what kind of a question is that?

This past month has been kind of the most amazing experience in Stiles’ life. Reaching out to Derek and having him reach back, seeing Derek fight a smile and flush when Erica called him out on his “crush.” Sitting with Derek in the loft, watching movies, a hair’s breadth from leaning into him, from burying himself against all that muscled warmth for real…

Has this last week been good?

Sunday through Wednesday, Stiles had felt dead inside. Empty, lost, the whole world a shadow around him. Had spent hours on end wondering where he’d gone wrong, and how he could go right, how he could make the shattered pieces inside of him fit back into some semblance of a person.

On Wednesday Derek had reached out to him, and Stiles had realized it was still possible to feel worse, because he knew all Derek had wanted was the Dreamer. He’d said point blank that Stiles should let it go, what they’d shared hadn’t been real.

And on Thursday night Stiles had wanted nothing more than to hurt Derek, to hurt him like Stiles was hurting, for not seeing what was right in front of him, not wanting Stiles, not seeing how damn perfect they could be together if he just let himself accept it, let them be happy…

And then Derek had had to go and care. Had felt the Dreamer’s misery and had stopped kissing back, stopped letting their bodies rock together and had just held him, soothed him, like he was wanted. Loved.

Stiles has never felt so amazing and so miserable in his life. Trust him and Derek to totally screw up falling in love, huh?

…And then there had been tonight.

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